[Anon]

(Note: I'd planned to make a sequel to this for some time now, but I've waited long enough that I doubt anyone has a super specific memory of it. As usual, click for big images.)

Joan Bennett and Anne Baxter sat side by side, at one of the best tables in the packed club. Rather than acknowledging each other, the two actresses silently gazed across the table and up into the wrestling ring. As a loud thud from the ring broke through the club patrons' background chatter, Joan and Anne flinched back in perfect unison. They narrowed their eyes, and parted their lips as if silently saying "Ooh." Immediately, the two resumed their wide eyed stares, only to flinch again at a second thud from the ring. Thud, flinch. Thud, flinch.

Joan


Anne


In the ring, Dolores Moran hissed and wheezed through her clenched teeth, trying to catch her breath as she struggled. Facing the corner of the ring, her curvaceous, bare legs trembled beneath her body. Behind her, Yvonne de Carlo scowled and gripped Dolores' hair with both hands, arms straight, and feet anchored on the mat no matter how hard the blonde tried to squirm away. Dolores could only nudge Yvonne's wrist with one hand; her other arm flailed around above her shoulder, unable to reach her tormentor. Taking a step forward, Yvonne frowned resolutely, yanked the squirming blonde's head back, and thrust her forward, smashing her defenseless face against the padded corner post. Thud! When Yvonne pulled Dolores away from the post, revealing her face again, the blonde's jaw had dropped open. One of her eyelids was mostly shut, and her arms dropped loosely.

Dolores


Yvonne


Joan sighed, rolled her eyes, and stood up. Picking up her chair, she moved to the opposite side of the table and sat down, placing her back to the ring. "I've seen enough for tonight," she said to Anne across the table in a hushed tone. Anne nodded silently, looking down at the table with a disappointed frown. Joan relaxed, then raised her head and took a breath. "I'm just so tired of her! I was sure Dolores would put a stop to her this week," she grumbled. "Yes, I thought so too. Dolores is so athletic," replied Anne. Her eyes were on Joan's face, but they periodically drifted over to the ring behind her, and Anne had to quickly adjust her gaze back to the other actress.

"And Yvonne doesn't even have any style. Where's the pageantry in watching her bludgeon some poor girl's face for minute after minute?" said Joan, resolutely keeping her eyes straight ahead. Several seconds had passed without a thud from the ring, but suddenly, the patrons nearby cheered and applauded. Anne tilted her head to look around Joan for a better view. Joan grimly kept her attention straight ahead. "Don't tell me," she said quietly.

Anne nodded. "Someone should do something about Yvonne," she said. "I used to love the fights, but that nasty chorus girl is ruining them for me." Joan glanced up, eyebrows raised and features softened. "Well, I think I've improved since my last try against her," she began. "But I still need more practice. I agree, though, someone should do something."

Another cheer issued from the nearby patrons as Dolores broke free, shoving the furious Yvonne away. Staggering to one side abruptly, Dolores nevertheless clenched her fists and charged. The blonde expelled a furious scream, lips drawn back tightly and eyes giving Yvonne a wild glare. Her wide haymaker zipped through the air, arcing over Yvonne's head as the brunette reacted in time, ducking and charging under the blonde's swinging fist. The brunette sped past Dolores, bounding up the corner post and gripping the top rope. As Dolores tried to recover, Yvonne swung her pale, slender legs up, and securely gripped the blonde's neck between her thighs. Suspended in midair with her hands on the rope, and her legs on Dolores, Yvonne smirked as the blonde uselessly pushed against her strong thighs. Slowly, Dolores sank to her knees, mouth open as she tried to gasp for air.

As Dolores' body sagged, Yvonne released her hold, curled her legs under her body, and rested her feet on the second rope, suspending herself above the mat and looking over her shoulder at Dolores scornfully. Launching herself back, Yvonne extended her legs again, striking Dolores' bare upper back with both feet. The powerful blow launched Dolores forward, but the blonde hardly reacted. With her face muscles relaxed, lips parted, and limbs drifting freely, Dolores hurtled towards the mat and landed face down. She lay with her head tilted to the side, eyes shut and jaw hanging open. Yvonne casually approached with a casual frown, stepping over the unconscious blonde to stand astride her. She tilted her head up and thrust her chest out proudly.

"Yes, someone should," said Anne, turning her head away from the ring.

[Anon]

As a footnote, lately I've been looking for people on discord, both for chatting about this sort of thing, and possibly some celebrity catfight rp as well (not exclusively 40s pin ups, but definitely open to them). I'm A.#3123 if you want to add me, or you can message me on here as well.

[Jimi]

SOPHIA BUSH vs COBIE SMULDERS

Sophia Bush


Cobie Smulders


This fight hadn't gone the way most punters predicted. With a four inch height advantage and certainly the reach, Cobie Smulders probably thought she would have Sophia Bush covered tonight as well. And she may have, had the fight remained standing for the whole bout. As it was, Sophia was wiley enough to get Cobie on the mat, taking away most of any advantage she had. Now, Cobie was howling, her legs locked in a sharpshooter type manoeuvre, with Sophia sitting on her back, wrenching those long limbs at will. Cobie reached for the ropes, but couldn't quite get there. She gritted her teeth and fought through the pain as long as she could.

"I can't hear you talking shit anymore, Cobes, what happened??" Sophia hadn't forgotten the exchange prior to this fight, and she was damned if she wasn't going to rub it in a bit now that she was on top. Her favorite part of the league was being able to prove mouthy bitches, and their supporters, completely wrong. She tangled Cobie's long legs as sharply as she could, pouring on the pressure, and even bouncing her plump ass up and down on Cobie's back, getting extra sharp shouts of pain from her victim.

Cobie wanted to tell her to fuck off. She wanted to kick the smug bitch in the face and prove everybody right. But she couldn't. And the longer the pain shot through her legs and lower back, the less she believed that she could. And then a fresh pain. Right up her calf. "Fuuuuuuckkk!!" That was it. Unable to pull her legs away, her arm did the work for her, banging against the mat frantically until the referee had to forcibly remove the unrelinquishing and determined Sophia.

"Say it! Say you give!" Sophia demanded as soon as the zebra moved to end this bout. "I give!! I give, stop! You win Sophia! Fuuuuck!!" Cobie screamed and wailed, and just as she was pushed away, a very satisfied Sophia grinned and dropped Cobie's legs, flinging her arms victoriously into the air.

Cobie instantly rolled across the mat, tears in her eyes, trying to rub at her legs. The crowd was loud, not particularly upset, but certainly shocked. And Sophia blew them kisses whether they approved or not. She wasn't letting anything upset this memorable victory. And she was going to give them every reason not to underestimate her again.

[Jackflash Jump]

We've just lost about a page's worth of posts here, so someone must have deactivated their FCF account, which apparently erases their posts. 

[Jackflash Jump]

FLASHBACK 1939:  Lana Turner vs Susan Hayward



Although she had only made her catfighting debut a few months ago, Lana had electrified Hollywood with her spectacular battling skills.  But such quick success invites both jealousy on the part of other women, as well as an interest from certain others in seeing that the blonde meets her first defeat.  To achieve this, a small cabal of men sought out another young starlet to challenge Turner.

They found Susan, who had the raw talent, as well as the fiery temper, to mount a credible challenge.  To better ensure her chances, her patrons arranged for the redhead to undergo a crash training program in wrestling.

At last, the two ingenues faced one another across the carpeted expanse of the large living room of a Beverly Hills mansion.  The blonde shed a luxurious white mink coat that had been given to her by admirers to reveal her white two-piece bathing suit, while the redhead removed a cloak to unveil her light blue fighting togs, with both suits putting their bodies on ample display.  Hayward had worked long and hard for this moment.  Lana had been well-informed of Susan's training, and had herself upped her training regimen in order to match the threat of the redhead.

What resulted was a titanic struggle between the pair, their level of expertise belying the fact that they are both still rookies.  Neither was able to hold the advantage over the other for long, and Turner and Hayward were driven to the limits of their endurance, sweat and tears having smeared the makeup on their faces.

At long last it appeared the end was in sight:  Lana was on the offensive, landing stinging slaps to her opponent's face and heavy chops to Hayward's chest, causing the gasping and grunting Susan to stagger backward.  A few more such blows, without a doubt, and Turner would overwhelm her rival utterly.  But it was then that the blonde's inexperience, fueled by her furious disdain for Susan, betrayed her; she halted her attack and stood before the staggered redhead, hands on her hip and smirk on her lips.  "Had enough, chippy," Lana purred smugly.  "Or do I have keep slapping the ugly off of your mug?"

Panting hard, head hung low and her auburn hair hanging scraggly, Hayward slowly tilted her face up until her eyes, which were two narrow slits of burning hatred, locked with the blue peepers of the buxom blonde.  Then, with a sudden furious roar, Susan unleashed a kick with her right leg, and her foot smashed upward into Turner's groin.  The blonde let out a shrill yowl and burst into tears, yet somehow managed to not collapse to the floor.  Instead she stumbled back, hands clutching her throbbing womanhood as she went into a knock-kneed crouch.

That suited Hayward just fine, and how it was her turn to smirk as she lined up another kick, this one catching Lana flush on the chin, snapping her head back with a spray of sweat as her whole body flopped to the floor.  Standing over her prone adversary, the redhead pressed the sole of her left foot across Turner's windpipe, as the embattled blonde's face turned deep red and she gagged for breath.

And then Lana gave a gurgling sigh and ceased moving altogether, driven into strangled unconsciousness by her upstart nemesis.  Susan gave a lopsided smile as she raised her right arm in victory, and the spectators jumped to their feet to cheer her triumph.

[Susanoom]

The scene in the film where these two girls faced off was beautiful but it should have been different, very different.
"The throwing of swords?" the brunette said
"Maybe we should fight with less... sharp swords," the blonde replied, sticking out her tongue.
The two girls would approach, joining their mouths in what would have been a duel to the last kiss. Jenna and Emily knew about the script, but soon realized that the duel had become real... and neither of them wanted to lose.
They exchanged provocative bites on the opposing lips, while their tongues danced in their mouths or dueled outside their lips, imitating the kiss between the two protagonists in the first chapter. But apparently, the director had been right, and Jenna felt pushed back until she admitted defeat.
No one would ever realize that duel was really real, but it was chosen to adopt something... less intense for the film.

[AaronL]

Kat Dennings vs Olivia Taylor Dudley



Everyone knows Kat Dennings. Her cleavage is the envy of nearly every woman in Hollywood.

Well below the national conscience, Olivia Taylor Dudley had become quite the jerk off material herself. Blonde and blue with tits that seemed to assault anything she encased them in.

The challenge was simple. Two short, curvy, women with titanic chests meet together and find out whose are better. Kat was confident. She had battled back and forth with the likes of Christina Hendricks over the years, with only the best of chests having a chance against hers. She had seen the blonde in a few things, especially being impressed with what her sweater cows did to the costumes she wore on Magicians. She knew the other woman was stacked, but figured she'd wear the big tits down and enjoy herself a bit with a new conquest.

The fight started simply, with both women stripping down and bringing their soft yet dense tit meat together. There were no violent slaps or punches with the breasts, just the four pancaked together as they fought to bore through the opposition and leave no doubt about who was the better chested actress. The fight had lasted quite a while, but had not been particularly close. It was no more than 10 minutes into the proceedings that both competitors realized the advantage. Even so, neither backed off their efforts as the one with the advantage had no interest in losing it and the one who was beginning to lose simply hoping her tits would make a comeback and at least even the playing field. Instead, one pair gradually yet consistently ground the firmness out of the other.

The final moments were almost anti-climatic. The winning fighter had bullied her adversary back into the corner of the hotel room that served as their battlefield. She was enjoying leaning in as her reddened and softened breasts broke down what was left of the even more mangled pair. Finally, the last bit of resistance left the flesh of the chest she was grinding into, a smile crossing her face as the loser wept quietly.

"Sorry Kat, it looks like my tits really are magic. They made your little kittens disappear. Try me again anytime."


 

[Jackflash Jump]

Submission Match:  Ariana Grande vs Sarah Michelle Gellar




Sarah Michelle Gellar has been the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance's undisputed Queen of Submissions for 20 years.  However, Ariana Grande has decided it's time for a new Queen, and that it deserves to be her, and she has been training specifically to beat the veteran. 

The rules of their pay-pre-view main event match were simple:  No time limit, no pins or countouts, submission only.

And it quickly proved to be a contender for 'Match of the Year', as the two beauties subjected one another to a master class of agonizing submission holds.  Yet, Gellar and Grande endured the anguish, even as exhaustion drained them of all but their last dregs of power.  Ariana, a full decade-and-a-half younger than her opponent, demonstrated both greater speed and vaster endurance.  But veteran Sarah's experience and edge in raw strength countered her adversary's assets.

Indeed, for the past few minutes, Gellar had held command of the match, and seemed on the verge of making a bid for victory.  An Atomic Elbow to Grande's forehead left the younger woman stunned and swaying on her feet.  Dashing to the ropes, Sarah bounded off of them, building up momentum for the Clothesline she was aiming at her rival.  But, stunned though she was, Ariana was not so disoriented that she couldn't react to the coming blow.  Still feeling too sluggish to move out of the way in time, she instead grasped the arm of the nearby referee and, with a yank, flung him in front of her.  The equally startled zebra and Gellar smacked their heads together, sending them both to the canvas, badly stunned.

Moving with all of the haste she could muster, Grande pulled the glassy-eyed Gellar up to her feet by her hair, and went for her signature submission, the 'Grande Finale' Octopus Hold.



Her body twisted in agony, Sarah is shocked from her stupor.  She squirms in the embrace, but to no effect.  Grunting, her body drenched in sweat, her whimpers turn to a whine and tears well in her eyes.  After nearly two full minutes of unrelenting, inescapable agony, Gellar begins to frantically tap her left hand to her tormentor's calf.  A loud screech of shock and despair erupts from the crowd as the veteran appears to admit defeat.  Joyously, Ariana rasps, "She's tapping!  Ring the bell, ref!  She's tapping!"

But there was no bell.  Turning her head, Ariana sees the still-dazed referee struggling to get up from his hands and knees.  Furious...and apparently forgetting her own prime role in reducing the official to this state...she releases her hold and goes over to him to shake him back to his senses.  With a gasp of relief, Gellar sinks to her knees, head hung low and long blonde hair hiding her shame-filled face.  But then it occurs to her...as the match is still going on, she has a chance to redeem herself.

His wits collected at last, the referee calls for the match to continue.  Grande, expecting her opponent to be ripe for another Octopus Hold, is shocked as she turns around...and is met with a senses-rattling slap across her face!  An instant later, the brunette finds herself lock into a Cobra Clutch by the blonde.  And now it's Ariana's turn to suffer. "No!  She tapped!  I won!" she squeals, but the referee reminds her that he never saw that.  To her credit, Grande endures the anguish for several minutes, far longer than any other opponent had ever withstood it in the past.  But she was no more successful at reversing and escaping it than Sarah had been in the previous hold.

Finally, unable to withstand the pain any longer, Ariana began to slap her hand at the mat; when the hold wasn't released instantly, she shrieked, "I give up!  Let me go...I GIVE UP!!!"

Releasing the clutch, Gellar stood up and let the ref raise her arm in victory.  But the blonde knew it was only a lucky break that had spared her from defeat.  As Ariana glares up at her, Sarah says, "Anytime you want a rematch, you've got it.  You earned it."

Grande snarls, back, "And next time, I'll end your career, old woman!"

[boobytrap]

Great story! Love Sarah getting a win for once!

[Susanoom]

Kate Upton vs Krystal Forscutt

"Can you understand that, bitch? This is the feeling of your tits being banged by mine"
Kate grabbed Krystal and squeezed her tight. Their noses touched and their breasts banged hard. But now it was clear that the brunette's breasts were being squeezed by Kate's stronger breasts, which barely changed shape. Krystal put her hands forward, trying to push her rival back, but the blonde held her tight around the waist. Bringing her melons over Krystal's, Kate dropped them. Kate's breasts covered Krystal's poor tits, swallowing them as their breasts clashed.
"I give! Please... I give!" sobbed Krystal defeated.
Kate pulled back, parting her breasts. The blonde's breasts lifted high and proud, while the brunette's sank considerably.
"Now you know why I'm the best, you arrogant whore!" Kate said aligning her nipples with Krystal's and pushing them back into the flesh.
The brunette began to cry, slumped to the floor, grabbing her breast as Kate left the room, haughty as ever, convinced that no one could steal her crown.

[Jackflash Jump]

HWA:  Kaley Cuoco vs Alina Sandratskaya



The Hollywood Wrestling Alliance had seen an invasion of foreign talent of late, as execs began importing talent from around the world.  A key acquisition was Alina Sandratskaya, the "Russian Assassin", who signed on only after she secured a match against former HWA Champion Kaley Cuoco as her debut in the federation.  Asked by reporters why as she arrived at New York's Kennedy airport from Moscow, she sneered, "Because I want to face America's best, in order to prove that she is no match for me."

And that appeared to be no idle boast, as the two blondes battled one another for more than forty minutes in their PPV match, Alina proving every bit as skilled and determined as Kaley.  For Cuoco, victory tonight was essential, as it was the fastest way to get a rematch with the current HWA Champ, Margot Robie, and to regain the belt she had lost to the Australian.  If that meant she had to go through this Russian bitch, then Kaley intended to do just that.

But Sandratskaya would not prove to be easy prey.  Still, things look up for Cuoco as she Irish whipped her adversary into the corner, with the dazed Russian slumping against the turnbuckles, her arms draped over the top ropes on either side of her.  Kaley rushed toward her, intending to wipe her out with a body splash and set her up for the pin.  But as she neared her target, Alina suddenly raised her right leg up in a blur of motion, and Cuoco's face ate the sole of her opponent's boot!

Stunned, the glassy-eyed American staggered back, shaking her head to try and clear the sudden fog.  Meanwhile, scaled up the ropes and stood on the middle strands, then leapt into the air.  She pressed her knees to Kaley's chest even as she wrapped her hands behind her rival's head, pulling her down to the mat for a Lung Blower.  Her own C cups sledgehammering against her lungs from the impact, Kaley rolled onto her back, gasping frantically for breath.

Rising up, Sandratskaya grabs the blonde by her golden hair and pulls her up to her feet.  But Kaley doesn't stay upright for long, as first the Russian tucks her opponent's head between her thighs and wraps her arms around her waist, and then Aline lifts Cuoco up until she's upside down and vertical.  An instant later, a sitdown piledriver finishes off the hapless American, as her unconscious body flops to the canvas like a ragdoll.  Sandratskaya rolls her over onto her back, stand up, and contemptuously placed a boot on the heaving chest of her devastated opponent, commanding the referee to make it a ten count, just to humiliate Kaley.

Looking directly into the television camera lens, the victorious beauty with the icy eyes hisses, "Margot Robie, you are next!  I am taking the HWA belt back home to Mother Russia!"

[snw]

That was an awesome story. Love it when the bad girls win. Especially hot ones like this.

[Jackflash Jump]

FLASHBACK 1963: Annette Funicello vs Linda Harrison



Linda deftly turned herself around, out of the field of view of the referee, as she cranked up the pressure on the side headlock.  Annette's hands were clutching at the arm wrapped tight around her neck, when suddenly she let out a piercing shriek, courtesy of the knuckle that her opponent was viciously grinding into her eye.

Suddenly Harrison shifted tactics, releasing her headlock, grasping her opponent by the wrist, and Irish whipping her to the ropes; as Funicello rebounded off of them, she ran straight into a back bodydrop.  Flipped up and over, she landed hard to the mat, her back arching from the sharp pain to her spine.

Wasting no time, Linda landed a legdrop across Annette's chest, then quickly threw herself atop her adversary's torso for the pin.
"One...two...thNOOOO!"  At the last instant, Funicello managed to kick out, but Linda was unperturbed.  Standing up, she suddenly dropped down again, this time drilling her knee into her victim's forehead, leaving Annette dazed and groaning.

Watching the match in the lockerroom on a portable TV, Sandra Dee smiled.  Her left hand rubbed across the HWA Intercontinental title belt draped across her lap...the belt that was now hers, thanks to defeating Funicello for it two weeks earlier.  But that had neem a narrow win, achieved only through a blatant bit of rulebreaking, and the blonde was not anxious to face her rival again quite so soon.  But as the former Champ, Annette would get Dee's first title defense...UNLESS something took Funicello out as the Number One Contender.  Something like losing this match tonight.

Thus far, Linda had proven to be worth every effort Sandra made to bring her up from the Mid-South territory to the national organization.  She had heard just how successful the rookie was, and she was banking on Harrison to put an 'L' in Funicello's ledger book tonight, thus sparing the new Champion from having to grant her a return match anytime soon.

Her only regret was that she didn't promise the newcomer a bonus if she took Annette completely out of the running due to a severe injury.  Oh well, she muses...maybe the kid will be imaginative and figure that out for herself.

Back in the ring, Harrison was basking in her moment of glory.  At her feet was one of the biggest stars of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, ripe for the plucking.  And the entire spectacle was being viewed not only by a packed arena, but carried out from coast to coast on network television.  Linda came into this match a virtual nobody, and she was going to exit this ring as the HWA's newest superstar.  The thought brought a smug smile to her lips.
First however, she had to finish off her opponent.  Grabbing Funicello by the hair, she hauled her up to her feet, while she tried to decide what move to end this match with.  But while she was pondering, Annette, despite her groggy state, was calculating.  In a sudden blur of motion, she wrapped her arms around Linda's head and sat down to the mat hard, pulling her adversary down with her, and administering a Stunner that accomplished just that...Linda was left splayed on the canvas, glassy eyed and moaning.

Moving swiftly, Annette went for a Byers Bridge, doubling Harrison over in a matchbook pin, and holding her down for the three count!

Back in the locker room, Sandra kicked the TV from the stand to the floor, releasing a string of invectives that would have made a merchant marine blush.  In the span of mere moments, she went from not having to worry about the threat of the brunette for at least a few months to now most certainly having to defend her belt against her just seven days later.

And back in the ring, Linda sat up, shook her head, and wondered just what the hell happened to her rocket ride to superstardom, as the ref raised Annette's arm in victory.  The victorious brunette looked over her shoulder at her beaten foe and said, "When you crawl back to the locker room, tell Sandra I'll be taking my belt back from her soon enough."


Kat Dennings vs Courtney Stodden



"Jug her out!  Jug her out!"  The spectators took up the chant, although at least half were urging one girl on, and the other half her opponent.

Kat and Courtney rolled back and forth across the penthouse floor, snarling and hissing like jungle cats, their DDs mashed together.  Both had sworn to smother the other out with her "jugs", and now it would only be a matter of who could put the other on her back long enough.

That question finally seemed to be answered when Courtney managed  to get on top of Kat and stay there.  Pinning her adversary down, the blonde wriggled her curvaceous body up enough so that she could drop her breasts down over the sweaty face of her victim.  Dennings let out a muffled scream of defiance, but it appeared as if that was all she could do.

But several seconds later, the brunette proved she wasn't finished yet.  Arching her body up, she suddenly threw herself to her left, pushing Stodden off of her and breaking the smother hold.  Scrambling atop the blonde, now it was Kat's turn to press Courtney's wrists to the carpet and let her bare breasts envelope the face of the blonde.

Stodden thrashed beneath her oppressor, trying to duplicate her bridge move, but to no avail.  Her movements swiftly began to grow sluggish, until finally she ceased moving altogether.  Dennings kept her opponent's face nestled between her bosom a bit longer, just to be sure, and then she sat up.  Courtney was utterly unconscious, and Kat was triumphant.

[GrayHairedWarriors]

FANTASTIC!  After all these years someone understands, someone finally gets it.....Annette Funicello CAN fight!

[snw]

I was actually going for Courtney over Kat. I would  say she’d go over the top to prove her body was better than her opponent’s if she ever got the upper hand in a fight.