[Jackflash Jump]

I've just realized that it was five years ago this October that I launched the Finish Her thread, and I have to say, never in my wildest imagination did I expect it would still be going strong today!  Thanks to all who contribute to this thread, and of course thanks to all who read the posts, and who let us know you like 'em!

Here's a return engagement between two of my very first opponents in this thread.

Mila Kunis vs Kaley Cuoco



The wailing blonde sailed through the air before crashing to the mansion's carpeted floor face first, her size 35 breasts taking the full impact and leaving her both winded and momentarily dazed.  Having administered the slingshot flip to her adversary, Mila quickly scrambled back up to her feet.  Kaley was just about to roll over to try and sit up when she felt a pair of hands grasping her ankles.  The brunette then began to drag Cuoco across the room, her bare torso and breasts suffering rug burns as the blonde shrieked in pained protest.

Finally halting, Kunis rolled her opponent to her right side; she then pressed her left foot against the inside of Kaley's right knee, pinning the limb down.  Next, grabbing Cuoco's left leg with both hands, she lifted it until both legs were at a 90 degree angle.  Kaley howled as she felt her muscles strained to their agonizing utmost.  Kunis merely smiled and purred, "Oh come on, bitch...everyone in Hollywood knows your only real talent is spreading your legs.  I would think you could go much wider than this."  To punctuate her insult, she spread the limbs even further apart, drawing an ear-piercing shriek from her victim.

After a few more moments of this torture, Kunis suddenly removed her foot from her rival's right leg.  Still holding her other limb, Mila swiftly sat down on Kaley's back, converting the hold to a half-Boston crab.  Using her left hand to hold tight to the leg, the brunette reached back with her right hand to grab Cuoco's golden hair close to the scalp just above her forehead, and yanked her head up and back, adding agony to Kaley's neck and spine to go with the torment being inflicted on her leg.  Tears streaked down the blonde's cheeks and her lower lip quivered as the pain sapped what remained of her strength, and her face flushed red with humiliation as she knew she either had to submit to this whore, or else risk serious injury.  With a squeal she gasped, "I give!"

But not satisfied with that submission, Mila replied in a sing-song voice, "I can't hear you!"  Cuoco now screams, "I GIVE UP!  I GIVE UP!  I FUCKING GIVE UP!  LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!"

With a smile of smug satisfaction on her face, Kunis releases her holds and stand up, wiping the imaginary dust from her hands, and planting her foot on her beaten foe's rear end as she flexes her arms in triumph and basks in the cheers of the spectators.  Beneath her, Kaley buries her face in her hands and breaks down sobbing, but also silently swears to make the brunette pay savagely for this next time.

[Jackflash Jump]

Savannah Chrisley vs Farrah Abraham



Fulfilling the prophesy that eventually, everything will become a reality TV show, when reality starlets Savannah and Farrah learned that a new televised catfight series, available only to a small, elite viewership, was being launched, they both rushed to sign up.  After all, this had the potential of extending their fifteen minutes of fame, and besides, each was confident she could kick the ass of anyone they faced.  As it so happens, they were booked to fight one another.

Not surprisingly, Savannah was the 'good girl', with her sunny disposition, while wicked Farrah fell naturally into the role of 'bad girl'.  But that didn't reflect their fighting styles, as both were quite willing to do whatever it took to beat the other.

It had been a grueling contest, with control of the fight swaying back and forth between the few beauties.  Then suddenly, a rake of the brunette's nails across the eyes of her rival momentarily blinding Savannah; Farrah slipped behind her and they were back to back, as the brunette tore off her own bikini top and then reached her hands up and behind, wrapping the garment around the blonde's neck.  Yanking on the makeshift noose, Farrah leaned forward as she pulled her opponent's body across her back, choking Savannah as her feet were lifted up off of the floor with a guillotine hold.

The blonde gasped and gurgled as her fingers clawed frantically at the fabric, her face growing red.  But then Farrah suddenly flipped her adversary over her back, sending the blonde crashing to the floor.

Panting and moaning, Savannah rolled over onto her back, which allowed Farrah start stomping away at her belly with her foot, further expelling precious air from the blonde's lungs.  Finally halting her stomps, the brunette threw herself down on her rival, pinning the blonde's curvaceous body with her own equally shapely form.  Pinning Savannah's arms to the floor, Farrah then pressed her bare breasts down over the victim's face, smothering her.

Her muffled cries and desperate squirming beneath her tormentor betrayed the blonde's helplessness.  Steadily her movements grew more sluggish, until at last she ceased to stir altogether, announcing that she had passed out.

Rising up, her bod glistening with sweat, Farrah placed a foot upon the heaving chest of her beaten foe and claimed her first victory!

[Jackflash Jump]

HWA:  Miley Cyrus vs Seolhyun



The HWA tour of Asia had proven to be a tremendous success, packing arenas in Japan, Taiwan, Singapore and now, South Korea.  The match that had generated the biggest advance buzz among the thousands of fans packed into Seoul's Jangchung Municipal Stadium was Miley Cyrus versus Korean superstar Seolhyun.  The American had gone out of her way to taunt and belittle her opponent in interviews in the weeks leading up to the show, in particular dismissing Seolhyun's well-known finishing move, the Asiatic Spike, and promising that her own signature move, the Mandible Claw, would make the Korean battler submit.  Not surprisingly, the hometown fans were solidly backing their national heroine against this American intruder.

Their match unfolded spectacularly, with the two beauties proving too equally matched for one to take control of the battle for more than a few minutes before the tide swung back to her opponent, and so it went on and on as the clocked neared the 45 minute mark.  Finally, the two women stood facing one another in the center of the ring, their exhausted, sweat-soaked bodies swaying as they struggled to remain upright.  They locked eyes and glared at each other.  And then suddenly, as if on some silent signal only they can hear, both struck with her finisher.

Miley pushed the first two fingers of her right hand into the corner of her adversary's mouth, hooking them expertly against the lower back teeth as her thumb pressed against the bottom of the Korean's jawline.  The result instantly sent radiating agony from Seolhyun's jaw.  Statistically, most victim's of Cyrus's claw submitted within thirty seconds.

But simultaneously, Seolhyun drove her right hand thumb into the side of her rival's neck, grinding it in at precisely the exact spot where a nerve cluster and a carotid artery meet.  Miley immediately felt the piercing pain, and as the blood flow to her brain was partially blocked, her brain quickly began to fog up.  Traditionally, victims of this hold tended to surrender in a half-a-minute or less.

Which is why the fans were appropriately shocked as the seconds ticked away, and despite the dual agonies they were suffering, neither Seolhyun nor Cyrus would give up!  Their bodies trembled and they whined and moaned in anguish, but each beauty was determined to force the other to quit.

Her jaw so numb that her mouth hung open, Seolhyun made guttural growls, while Miley, a trickle of spittle running from the corner of her mouth, kept repeating in a rasping whisper, "Give up, damnit...give up, damnit...give up, damnit...!"

Near the two minute mark of this stunning contest, the knees of both battlers began to give out, and they each slowly sank to their knees, still applying their holds.  But not long after that, their glazed eyes rolled up, and both Miley and Seolhyun fell backward at the same time.  And there they lap on their backs, eyelids fluttering shut and chests heaving as they lay there.  The referee made a full twenty count with neither doing more than barely stirring, and with that, a draw was declared, and they were both taken from the ring on stretchers.

[The Italian]

I would like to propose a little theme for this thread.
I came across this image on the web and it inspired me to imagine this fight. So I thought: why not look for more images that appear to show two celebrities about to fight and write what happens next?




Flashback 2012: Selena Gomez vs Vanessa Hudgens.


Tensions between Selena and Vanessa, which grew throughout the filming of "Spring Breakers", finally exploded during a photo shoot.After yet another exchange of sneaky remarks, Vanessa snapped and hit Selena with a vicious knee to the crotch.
The two bikini clad beauties started rolling on the floor, unleashing upon each other weeks of repressed hatred; while nobody around them showed the slightest intention of stopping them and instead started cheering at the unexpected spectacle.
After the initial cheapshot Vanessa had gained the advantage, but Selena was able to slowly but steadly fight back. Finally Selena rolled an exhausted Vanessa on her back and sat on her belly, blocking her opponent's arms under her own knees.
Selena then proceded to lift Vanessa's bikini top and started twisting and pinching her perky tits.
Vanessa desperately  tried to unseat her opponent, but eventually she tearfully pleaded Selena to let her go, bawling her submission.
Selena raised her arms in triumph, flexing and posing as the onlookers cheered at her. But as she saw the photographer taking picture after picture of Vanessa's demise, a wicked idea flashed into her mind.
The feisty brunette rolled  the still sobbing Vanessa onto her belly, sat on her back, pulled down her bikini botton and reached for one of Vanessa's flip flops, raising it in the air with a mischievous look on her face.
When the audience realized what she had in mind, they started cheering even louder and Selena proceded to spank every square inch of Vanessa' shapely ass as her defeated opponent could do nothing else but crying and pleading her tormentor to stop.
Finally, when Vanessa's asscheeks were almost glowing red, Selena stood up and celebrated her victory, while Vanessa shamefully crawled away.

[NicoleS]

Ariel Winter VS Kat Dennings



Both girls are starting to sweat by now as they press their ample breasts together, droplets forming atop each of their enviable cleavages. Many at home are noticing just how much Ariel Winter -- a pretty damn good titfighter in her own right despite starting her career less than four years ago -- is struggling hard against Kat Dennings' enormous boobs in the ring tonight. Despite the reputation she had worked so hard to build, her own girls were slowly being flattened by Dennings' heavy breasts. Ariel tries to squeeze her arms around Kat's back as hard as possible and her rival does the same to her. The pressure on her girls is immense and they are starting to crack from the weight of Dennings' pair. Her breasts are simply no match for Kat's stronger tits head-to-head like this.

Ariel suddenly breaks out from the mutual bearhug, ducking beneath Kat's subsequent boob bash as she rises up sharply, delivering a titty uppercut into Kat's whoppers that send the massive pair billowing from the impact! The shorter girl gasps as a surprising pain shoots through her chest, staggered by the powerful breast blow of her younger rival. Her huge knockers bounce out of control, almost threatening to smack herself in the face with them. As Kat tries to lunge in for another strike out of petty revenge, Ariel smirks as she shifts her shoulders to part her breasts, before cinching her arms together to trap Kat's big right tit between her soft cleavage.

"Look what I caught!" Ariel hisses, flexing her arms inward to squeeze her breasts tighter against Kat's trapped boob, "Let's see if I can't make it POP!" she says as she bares down.

Kat snarls as Winter's twins tighten around her huge breast, immediately trying to pull herself free as she attempts to wriggle out from Ariel's booby trap. Dennings groans, shaking her upper body as she tries to pull the both of them back towards the ropes. "Let go, you small titted bitch!" Kat roars loudly, but Ariel keeps her tit lock tight as she tries harder to crush Kat's huge breast. She has it trapped, but she was struggling to do any worthwhile damage much to her annoyance. Meanwhile, Kat knows she has to escape and instead of trying to flee, she uses to larger body weight to her advantage, ramming into Winter's body with all her force. Ariel squeals as Dennings begins to push them both backwards. Carrying them both toward the ropes, Kat slams Ariel's back into the turnbuckle with a devastating thud.

Kat's breasts severely pancake Winter's own in a grandiose demonstration of Kat's raw jugg power, forcing the younger actress's infamous tits to mushroom as they're pressed inward by Dennings' prodigious puppies. Kat slams her tits into Winter's twins and everyone can hear the subsequent clamour of flesh as Ariel howls in pain. It's clear to all watching that Winter is feeling the formidable will of Miss Dennings' breasts. Ariel's breasts tremble after the hard smack they received from Kat's boobs. Kat grins ear to ear seeing how much her breasts made Ariel's quiver, and quickly follows up with an boob undercut, smacking her 36DD boobs up against the bottom of Ariel's breasts to an enormous reaction from the crowd as Winter's tits are smacked upwards, almost hitting her chin!

"And THAT'S how you do that, little girl! What's wrong--can't handle these huge-ass tits, bitch?" Kat taunts her opponent loudly for all to hear, smacking the underside of Winter's tits again for a similar outcome, "You want to try to crush my bigger, perfect tits between yours? Well, two can play at that game--and I bet I'm a lot better at it than you!"
 
Ariel grits her teeth trying to recover, but Kat is being merciless with the attacks now, punishing Winter's boobs above anything else. Ariel isn't getting a single moment to recover from Dennings' tit slams. Kat suddenly smacks her massive twins down hard on top of Ariel's, dropping them onto the slightly smaller pair like twin anvils. Winter tries to back off, but Kat stays with her and slams her boobs straight into Winter's battered rack. At 5'3", for once Kat is not the shortest girl in the ring. Ariel tries to pull back and she is able to do so... only for her breasts to slip between Kat's hungry cleavage... as Kat slams her tits together with her hands. The crowd goes dead silent as the world seems to stop for Ariel, as she looks down to see her breasts vanish between Kat's indomitable bust.

Kat smiles devilishly as she presses her giant juggs together with her hands, eager to flatten Ariel's proud tits inside her expansive cleavage. Winter groans loudly as her breasts are completely squashed between Kat's merciless tits, the bigger pair determined to flatten Winter's until nothing but a pair of thin, floppy pancakes. Ariel screams louder than she ever had as her breasts experience enormous pressure on both sides. Ariel's tits almost completely disappear under the pressure of Kat's boobs and Winter can only moan loudly as her most prized assets are completely overwhelmed by the bigger woman's globes. The young busty brunette keeps on squeezing her chest, forcing her powerful tits harder and harder into Ariel's flattened pair. Kat gives Ariel one more tight squeeze, before releasing her defeated opponent. Winter collapses onto the ground and cups her crushed tits, which had been conquered in the span of a minute by Kat's superior bust.

Kat kneels down and is able to pin Ariel's wrists to the floor. Her heavy breasts are covered in sweat and soon enough they engulf the younger woman's face in her signature iron-clad breast smother. Kat firmly keeps Ariel’s head pressed to the mat as she pushes her massive breasts forward, wedging the raven-haired beauty’s face deeper and deeper between her big twins. Kat can feel Winter's body growing weaker by the second, but she isn't done playing just yet. She lifts her tits off Ariel's reddened face and slaps them against the side of her right cheek to return the youngster to reality. Ariel gulps in some much-needed air as Kat's breasts lift off her face, though this clemency lasts no more than a few seconds before Dennings returns her tits back in place.

The sitcom actress resumes to smother out Ariel for nearly a minute as the crowd watches quietly as the fabled titfighter grunts and groans beneath the oppressing breasts of Kat Dennings. Finally, all four of Ariel's limbs sequentially fall limp beneath the brunette as she lets herself drift off to sleep.

[Sandman13]

Excellent matchup. Love the trash talking.

[The Italian]

Another fight inspired by an actual picture.

Priyanka Chopra vs Sofia Vergara




"Ouch! My boob!"
The squeal had been caused more by surprise than pain, but it was loud enough to attract the attention of the party guests.
Throughout the evening the two exotic brunettes had been friendly bickering about which of the two had the most showy dress, until a tipsy Sofia decided to go physical and pinch Priyanka right boob saying "Anyway, I fill my dress better than you!"
The equally drunk Priyanka respondend by pulling Sofia's hairs and soon the two bombshell were engaged in a bona fide catfight while the partygoers cheered for their fovourite.
While there was no real animosity between the two women, they still went at each other with plenty of enthusiasm. First they targeted the origin of the dispute, attacking each other gown and torning it to shreds; then, once the only garments they ended wearing were two skimpy thongs, they started rolling on the floor, scratching and slapping at each other with reckless abandon.
Eventually Sofia found herself sitting on the floor, with Priyanka kneeling behind her. The indian bombshell grabbed two handful of Sofia's breast and started squeezing and mauling them.
"OWWWWWW" Howled Sofia, trying to pull away Priyanka's hands "Let me go!"
"Say uncle!" Laughed Priyanka, giving another hard squeeze.
"NEVER!" Screamed Sofia, then she pulled back her arms, took two good handful of Priyanka's mane and started to pull forward with all her might.
With a squeal of pain, Priyanka released Sofia's boobs and the colombian beauty was able to drag her opponent to the floor, forcing her on her back. Sofia quickly sat down on Priyanka's tits facing her legs, blocked her arms under her own knees and proceeded to merrily bounce her ass, pancaking Priyanka's boobs under it's weight.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Squealed Priyanka "Take that fat ass off my boobs!"
"My ass is not fat!" Retorted Sofia "Here, take a closer look" she added, lifting her ass and lowering it on Priyanka's face.
"Don't you dare to...." But Priyanka's protests were cut short as her face was engulfed by Sofia's bountiful butt.
Sofia took her time rubbing and girating her ass all over Priyanka's face, while cheerfully pinching her nipples as her opponent could do nothing but kick her legs in frustration and scream some muffled protest.
Finally Sofia decided to lift her ass a bit allowing Priyanka to get some breaths of fresh air.
"Ok.." Panted Priyanka "Please...stop...I give up..."
After one last ass bump on Priyanka's face Sofia stood up victorious as the other guests celebrated her victory. Then she offered her an hand to get up.
"No hard feeling?" Asked Sofia.
"Oh what the fuck...it's been a fair fight and you won fair and square....but you owe me a rematch!"
"Awww...of course sweethart."
The two women embraced warmly. But neither of them had any illusions: there it would be a rematch and it would not be as friendly as their first fight was.

[Mr. Drake]

I'm going to give The Italian's theme idea a shot. Just going to choose the first interesting photo I see  .

Emma Roberts Vs Lea Michele


What happens when two antagonistic personalities become close friends, sharing enemies and exchanging stories of done misdeeds? Likely, they'll eventually collide.

Emma and Lea had shared everything with each other since they met on Scream Queens, the pair's prickly personalities rubbing everyone but each other the wrong way, giving them a unique camaraderie on the set. But when the show ended, their communication split and they saw less and less of one another, eventually only swapping late night phone calls and snaps of misdeeds or newfound gossip they had discovered. Though overtime, the texts got more and more contestable, as the snaps became less about fun exchanges between friends and more about who had simply one-upped the other. Lea would brag about ruining a rival actresses casual clothes backstage, cutting holes and making tears; only for Emma to one-up her former friend with tales of how she instigated and won a fight against Billie Lourd on the set of AHS (Leaving out a lot of details on how she won in the process). The two went back and forth for a few years before it all came to a head!

The two met up for the first time in years, each telling the other they were "looking to reconnect", each dressed more like they were ready for a gym workout then a casual date among friends. It didn't take long for things to sour as Emma bragged about her multiple roles, going into the details on what being a real film star is like when a sudden "sneeze" from Lea caused her arms to shake, knocking the piping hot coffee straight into Roberts lap.

"You bitch! What the hell is wrong with you!" screamed Emma, trying to dap the hot coffee off of her now stained yoga pants, watching as Lea snickered under her breath.

 "It was just an accident Em, you know I twitch like that. I'm sooooooo sorry, you can always afford new one's though, at least that's what you've been talking about all this time" Michele gleamed, innocent as can be, watching as Roberts fumed.

In a scary split-second Roberts whole demeanor changed, her scowl turning into a robotic smile as she dabbed away with paper napkins at her tight pants, simply smiling at Lea as she calmly said "Come with me while I throw these away will you". Roberts marched into the tiny, hidden away café walking straight into the restroom and past the two trashcans by the entrance. Michele followed, fascinated and amused by how quickly her former co-star could flip like that, still beaming at her like "sneeze" and the anguish it caused her "friend". Swinging the door open, Lea walked into the one stall bathroom, not seeing a sign of Roberts as she did. "Where'd you go Em? Don't let a little spilt milk ruin your day."

*Click*

"Door's locked, just me and you Lea. Let's not kid ourse-OOOOOOOOOFFFF" Roberts didn't even have time to finish her little speech before Lea had charged at her, slamming her into the bathroom door with a heavy THUD. The two were locked in combat for what seemed like hours between them, but was actually around 10 to 20 minutes, much to the confusion of the singular barista who stood alone in the empty café, hearing screams, thuds and curses come out of the tiny single bathroom.

The barista slowly approached the door, pressing his ear against it to make out what sounded like the end of a bloodfeud.
"It's over bitch, It's really over. I've done it, I'm better then you in every single conceivable way and I just fucking proved it! I'm hotter then you, I'm a better actress then you and I just kicked your ugly goddamn ASS all over this bathroom! I knew it all this time too, I've been wanting to do this since I saw your smug, ugly little pug face on set but I never could till now. I'm really glad we had this time to catch-up, so next time you want to be a smug, unimportant little bitch, give me a call and I'll make you kiss my ass all over again.... Since you ruined mine, I'm taking your top. And your pants. Not because I need these garish things, but just because I want to.Have fun in those ugly panties slut, ta ta"

The barista rushed back towards the counter, trying to act normal as Emma Roberts exited the bathroom looking like she had gotten out of a hurricane. Her hair was unkempt, her top partially ripped, ill fitting and hanging on by a thread as her underboob peeked out from beneath the remains. There was a rip down the side of her left tight pant leg that flashed a lot of her lean pale legs, the visible mark from the coffee stain still visible as her shoulders and clothes were littered with brown and dirty blonde hair. The barista had a hard time not staring as she approached.

"Here's 1000 dollars. Don't let anyone. And let me be clear, ANYONE know I was here, you got that?! Take it and as many photos as you can of that waste of space in there" Roberts tiredly, but firmly chirped. " And upload all of those pics to TMZ or something, they'll love it" Roberts winked, walking out of the small cafe to who knows where, a giant hole in the back of her pants exposing a tight pale, red claw marked buttock as she did.

The barista scuffled to the restroom, slowly peeking in the door only to see Lea Michele, nude besides her panties, which look like they had been pulled up high and partially ripped themselves, all the while Roberts strap broken bra was draped across her face as she lay there, the floor and her body covered in brown and messy blond strands of ripped hair, the stall door partially broken behind her. Red marks were up and down her body, her breasts covered in what were surely Emma's claw marks, a war having been fought with one clear loser left. A tired, Lea Michele, breathing deeply and staring at the ceiling; angry, sad, broken and filled with rage at losing to what she thought was a lesser woman. Things couldn't get worse, she thought her eyes moving forward slowly, over her scratched covered bust, a clump of her hair laying at the side when all she saw - was the flash of a camera.

[Sandman13]

Loved the ending. Lea isn't used as much as she could be on this site. JMO.

[Jackflash Jump]

Naturi Naughton vs Danielle Fishel



In the aftermath of their first confrontation (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=51798.msg622700#msg622700), both buxom beauties were anxious for a rematch.  For Danielle, it would be the chance to prove that her narrow defeat the first time was merely a fluke, while for Naturi, a second straight win would prove just who the better woman was.

After a long and brutal struggle that saw the pair battle to a virtual stalemate, Naughton had at last managed to take control of the fight.  Digging her fingers expertly into her opponent's trapezius muscles, she had driven Fishel whimpering to her knees, her arms hanging limply at her sides as the agony inflicted to her muscles left them nearly paralyzed.  A smug smile of satisfaction came across Naturi's face as she had her rival seemingly helpless before her.  "Bitch," she purred, "this is just where you belong...on your knees and worshiping me!"

She then drew her right leg back, preparing to drive her knee into Dani's left breast.  But it was at this moment that Fishel managed to rally herself to counterattack; she balled her right fist and forced her numb arm to slam a punch to the side of her tormentor's left knee.  The blow was sufficient to topple Naughton to the floor, breaking the hold.

Only allowing herself a few brief moments to recover as well as she could, Danielle quickly went on the offensive, lunging at her foe.  But those spare seconds gave Naughton the chance to bring her legs up and catch Fishel with her feet.  Knees bent, Naturi was prepared to launched her opponent away from her.  But Dani was quicker, snaking her hands between the raven-tressed beauty's legs and pushed outward, spreading the powerful limbs apart far enough so that Fishel's body dropped downward, letting gravity do the work.  Dani abetted gravity by drawing her own knee up, which spiked hard into Naughton's groin, drawing a bellow of anguish from her.

With a flurry of movement, Fishel's arms flailed as her fists hammered into her rival's face, belly and breasts, quickly leaving Naughton glassy-eyed and moaning in pain.  Climbing to her feet, Dani grabs Naturi by the hair and hauls her upright as well.  Last time, Naughton beat Fishel with a bearhug, and this time, Danielle aims to return the favor...but with a new twist.

Rather than standing face to face as before, Dani slips behind her adversary and reaches her arms under Naturi's, wrapping them around her rival's chest.  Fishel then begins to squeeze, pouring every last iota of her waning strength into her arms, her grasp crushing Naturi, and pressing her breasts so hard against her own lungs, the victim can barely draw a decent breath.  Adrenaline pumping, Dani then lifts her foe up, Naughton's bare feet dangling several inches above the carpeted floor, depriving her of any possible leverage to break free.

It isn't long before the moaning beauty's head lolls from side to side, and her glazed eyes flutter shut.  Feeling her victim's lush body go limp at last, Fishel releases her hold, and Naturi collapses to the floor in sweaty, gasping heap.  Placing a foot upon her fallen rival's hip, Dani claims victory, and savors her revenge.

[celebs]

Hayley Atwell vs Emilia Clarke



In this moment I asked myself, “what is going through Emilia Clarke’s head right now?”

I had watched Emilia put up a valiant effort against Hayley Atwell for the past twenty minutes or so. The matchup was never a fair one. Hayley had 5 inches on her and probably somewhere around 30-40 lbs. Whatever had compelled Emilia to accept this match remained a mystery to me even as I watched her limp body collapse to the canvas.

Hayley had worked the smaller woman into a corner. After several haymaker shots to the gut the busty brunette had decided to stop playing with her food. She took a step back and watched as Emilia, stiff as a board, fell face-first into the mat. Then Emilia’s muscles just simply released. The shorter actress closed her eyes. She wasn’t knocked out yet, as we would very soon learn. But I saw her face clearly through the crowd. I saw her face.

And I wondered what was she thinking?

Did she feel regret for taking a fight against a much larger opponent? Did she feel pride that she had hung on for this long? Did she feel dread as she realized Hayley was going to finish her off in the way she finishes off all of her victims? Did she feel relief that the beating was about to be over?

I couldn’t tell.

Hayley did what she always did with a fallen foe. She took Emilia to the center of the ring, positioned her into a sitting position, and then planted her heaving cleavage on the woman’s face. Emilia resisted for a time. She gave muffled shrieks as she processed that her air supply had been cut off. Then she offered only twitches and occasional spasms before she finally went out for good.

Emilia’s unconsciousness head would be lifted from the canvas while Hayley stood next to her, celebrating with her index finger pointed in the air. The unconscious woman’s shoulders slumped forward as she dangled like a marionette in Hayley’s grasp.

On my way home from the fight I tried to guess what was going on through Emilia’s head in those precious few moments. Those moments between when her defeat was assured, but not finalized. I thought about it all night.

I wonder if Emilia thought about those moments that night too.

[Golden Goddess]

Stefania Ferrario vs. Ana Cheri



It had began like so many of these fights had began before. Two women in their prime, models of course, running into each other on the beach. Were they on vacation? Did they both have photo-shoots scheduled for that day? Whatever the reason was, it didn't matter. What did matter was that the two had started off on the wrong foot, each of them managing to get beneath the other woman's skin, and now? Now they were putting each other through hell and back.

Ana had began things, of course. The brunette had snapped first, losing her temper as she quickly slapped Stefania across the face. Stefania took the slap and was momentarily stunned as her head snapped to the side; not because it was particularly strong or anything, but more because the she was so surprised that Ana wanted to escalate things like this. But if that was how Ana wanted to do things...

It didn't take long for Stefania to shake off the slap and fire back at Ana, nailing her cleanly across her face with a stiff backhand. This earned her a shrill cry of pain from Ana's soft lips, as the brunette staggered backwards through the sand, obviously off of her balance and trying to regain her footing...which, of course, Stefania wasn't going to let her do. As Ana staggered back, Stefania rushed her, slamming her slightly bigger and thicker body into that of the brunette and taking her down into the sand. From there, it was all out war between the two women. Back and forth in the sand they struggled with each other, each of them trying to roll atop the other, each trying to gain the superior position over their new enemy. They struck at each other, fists flying and clawing slashing. Hair was grabbed and pulled on, as bikini tops were snatched, used as leverage to try and pick up an advantage.

Eventually though, it had come to what had to be a finale: Ana, facedown in the sand, as Stefania sat upon her lower back, a smug look on her face as she stared down at her fellow model. No way Ana was getting up with Stefania on her back, and Stefania wasn't going anywhere until Ana had learned a little lesson. As Ana lie there, groaning weakly and barely squirming beneath the heavier Stefania, the blonde bombshell reached down for her, sliding her hands around Ana's head and face, until she had the brunette's chin cupped tightly within her hands. From there, she leaned back, pulling Ana's upper body out of the sand, bending the woman into the classic camel clutch hold.

At once, Ana began to wail. She began to scream, sweat pouring down her bronzed skin as the blonde leaned further backwards, bending her body more and more into the hold. She tried to wiggle beneath Stefania, trying to throw off the woman's balance from atop her. She tried to claw at Stefania's arms. She tried to do everything she could to get the younger woman to release her, but Stefania wasn't having any of it.

"Tell me you're sorry! Tell me you're sorry and you give up and I'll let you go!"

"N...n-no! I w-won't!"

The blonde simply leaned back a little further, putting that much more pressure on Ana's back The beautiful brunette tried to withstand things, she tried to wait out the hold, but it was all too much for her, and eventually...

"Nng...F-FINE! I'M SORRY! I GIVE UP! J-JUST PLEASE LET ME GO!!"

Those words were all Stefania needed, really. She held onto her clutch for a couple seconds more, and then mercifully released Ana, letting her upper body drop back to the burning sands, the brunette once again facedown before her. With her smug smile still on her face, she slowly stood up from atop Ana. She gave her one last look, and shook her head at the brunette...

"Next time? Try not to pick a fight you can't win."

...and with those words, she turned away, starting to make an exit from the beach, leaving the beaten and bruised Ana behind.

[celebs]

Scarlett Johansson vs Katy Perry



A hug can signify many things. It can be an embrace between lovers. It can be a reminder that someone cares about you. It can be a passing thing socially required at parties or intimate get-togethers. It can bring joy, relief, annoyance, and when utilized correctly it can bring pain.

Katy Perry utilized her hug about as perfectly as could be.

If Scarlett Johansson had been told moments prior to her fight with Katy that it would come down to a battle between the chest she would have leapt at the opportunity. Only as she felt her world-famous breasts smushed against her sternum and attached ribcage did realize how foolish a wish that would have been.

For all of her experience in the titfighting realm, Scarlett knew what it was like to lose. Yes, she was one of the best in the world at the competition. In fact some may argue at one point in her career she had been the best. That did not, however, stop her from experiencing the occasional defeat at the hand of a better pair of breasts. Katy’s had proven on that day to be better.

Scarlett stopped feeling her own chest pressed against her sternum and had now become convinced she was feeling Katy’s. The actress looked down and realized she could no longer identify her breasts. She only saw Katy’s. Round and firm, they acted as torpedoes that would not stop advancing.

A raspy cry escaped Scarlett’s mouth. She paired this cry by flinging her head backwards and pushing at Katy’s shoulders. Her back arched. Her teeth clenched. Her muscles all the way from her wrists to her shoulders strained in an attempt to escape Katy’s hug. The attempt was, of course, useless.

The singer’s hold zapped Scarlett of all energy. Soon the blonde found her arms falling to her side as she slumped backwards in Katy’s arms. Her head fell forward as chin met shoulder. Katy walked forward. Scarlett’s limp body came with her. Katy walked until they reached the edge of the hotel room’s bed. She laid Scarlett down on the soft linens, being sure to come down with her. Their chests never separated. Katy inched them both up on the bed, maintaining her hold the entire way, until both of them were fully on the mattress.

Katy’s mouth broke into a smirk as she looked down at her broken opponent. Slowly, Katy’s chest began to slide up and down Scarlett’s. It was methodical and deliberate. Her nipples passed over the defeated woman’s own pair countless times. She did it until both of their areolas were raw, stiff, and red. Then she aligned the tip of her reddened, raw, and stiff nipples with the tips of Scarlett’s. Her nipples pressed Scarlett’s into her own flesh. Scarlett howled out in pain once more, but Katy lifted her hand over the blonde’s mouth. Katy pressed inwards more and more until she finally could feel that moment.

The moment that both women had felt before as both winners and losers. The feeling of when you’ve broken another woman’s chest with your own. Scarlett felt her chest break. Katy felt her chest break Scarlett’s.

A very significant hug, indeed.

[randomman]

Lyrica Okano vs Anya Taylor Joy



Anya’s mind whirled with disbelief and doubt.  What was happening didn't make sense, but the pain she felt was too real to be ignored.  But it didn’t make sense.  She’d gotten used to being pit against other celebs, that was part of the job at this point.  Having one Witch battle another was good theming on the host’s part for his Halloween party. 

It was a full Samhain match.  That meant it was held on a grassy knoll in a ring of standing stones some 50ft across, they were ‘sky-clad’ (naked), and the winner was determined by whoever was still standing.
Anya had a solid 5 inches and 5 kilograms, over 10 pounds, over Lyrica, so why wasn’t she dominating this contest?!

She’d gotten some good strikes in, and almost locked a sleeper in early on, but now—now things were wearing on her.  It was Lyrica’s fighting style.  She wasn’t a brawler.  She had studied something, but she couldn’t’ tell what offhand.  But she only started picking up combat skills with her film roles.  That was enough, she thought.  She could handle a TV Actress. 

But Lyrica wouldn’t let her.  She kept knocking her over when she went in for a punch.  When she tried for a grab, she got hit hard enough to move her aside.  It was frustrating.  It was scary.

But she refused to quit.  No.  There was no quit in her, and it wouldn’t do her any good here.
 
Their naked bodies gleamed in the moonlight from a combination of sweat and water from the grass on the knoll.  Their breath was hard as their resolve, their whole bodies flushed with effort and the early formation of bruises across their bodies.  Lyrica kept her left hand outstretched as the two naked gladiators felt each other out.  Anya moved in with a few searching strikes, but Lyrica barely moved her arm to intercept, preferring to block with her other arm. 

‘Perfect,’ Anya thought, ‘let me know your range, while I get you in mine!’

But as Anya wound up, she realized too late what Lyrica was doing: blinding her to the real attack.

Lyrica kicked Anya in the side, hard.  Anya yelped in surprise – that kick felt wrong.  It hit just below her ribs and sent a jolt through her body.  But the impact was so small.  Anya put it together quickly that Lyrica hadn’t hit her with the top of her foot. She hit her with the ball of her foot.  As if she was stepping tip-to on her rib, but as a kick.  The very idea rocked Anya’s mind as much as the blow did her body.

Adrenaline and fear drove a massive haymaker right from Anya, but Lyrica stepped into it, the blow scraping across her nose and lips, as she slid one foot behind Anya’s oncoming step, and shoved her to the ground.

Instinct took over, Anya raised her fists to cover her face from the inevitable barrage.

That’s when Lyrica roared, “KI!”

Anya’s eyes bulged as Lyrica put all her power into a single downward punch deep into Anya’s gut. She managed to get at a croak of a cry as she rolled to her side, being unable to do more than hold her stomach as the world spun.

Lyrica took a few moments to catch her breath, assured that she dealt a crippling blow to her foe.  She had been on edge the entire fight, the untrained blonde had more fire, power, and reach than she did.  But Lyrica had one thing Anya did not.  A Black Belt in Karate.

But the fight wasn’t over, not for this night.  Not for Witches like them.

She lazily, but carefully, grabbed a clump of Anya’s matted blonde hair, as wild and matted as her own with the ferocity of their battle.

“You’re not getting up for a 10 count,” Lyrica told her, “You want to end it like this?”

“Fuck you,” Anya hissed.

“I knew I could count on you,” Lyrica grinned showing blood on her teeth before kissing Anya on the forehead. 

“Finish her!” she heard someone yell from the crowd.

Lyrica braced herself, readied her horse stance, and grabbed Anya firmly, looping one of her limp arms behind Lyrica’s own neck.  She attempted a Gyaku Tsuchi, the reverse sledgehammer without a leading punch to grant her moment. Turning it into a move more commonly seen in professional wrestling: a Piledriver.  Lyrica roared as she lifted Anya into the air, elevating her feet skyward in one swift motion before dropping Anya’s head on the unforgiving hill.  Anya made a grunting sound on impact before she fell to earth like a marionette with its strings cut.

The move took almost everything Lyrica had left to pull off in such an awkward manner. It took her a few moments to roll up to a seated position, but looking over the prostrate Anya, she knew her foe wouldn’t be getting up until sunrise.  Standing up on shaky legs, Lyrica managed to place a foot on Anya’s heaving chest and raise her hands in victory.  She roared once again as the cloud politely clapped, letting the universe know that all who challenged her had better be ready for a fight.

[Anon]

June Wilkinson

vs
Joi Lansing


June winced and stomped her foot as Joi's fists pounded on her shoulder. She carried Joi over her shoulders, with one arm between the screeching woman's shapely legs, locking her firmly in place with no way to reach the mat. Still, with each ineffective punch, June's pretty face crinkled further into an uncomfortable scowl. She grunted, bounced Joi's squirming body on her shoulders, and staggered back. Stumbling in uneven circles, June and her unwilling burden drifted towards the edge of the ring. Joi's unpredictable voyage ended suddenly, when June's uncontrolled backwards dash sent her straight into the turnbuckle. The helpless blonde's scream nearly drowned out the muffled, metallic clang of her body striking the unforgiving surface.

Joi remained precariously balanced on June's back. At the moment of impact, half of her muscles clenched tight, while the rest jerked in all directions. Her mouth opened wide as she attempted to gasp. June pouted and wobbled on unsteady legs. Before Joi's thrashing kicks could topple her to the ground as well, she straightened her back, raise her head, and lowered her arms. Joi slid down June's back, still twitching, and helplessly sprawled on the mat with a thump.

With intense willpower, Joi managed to lift her head from the mat, blink, and support herself on her elbows... just in time to see June's beautiful, scowling face glaring down at her. She gazed upward with her jaw hanging open, as June's fist descended, filling her field of view and obscuring all else. Joi's upper body spasmed as June's knuckles landed in the center of her face, and she immediately sank back to the ground. With her head tilted to the side, and her mouth open, Joi appeared to gaze up at June curiously... but of course, her brain was completely free of questions.

Barbara Nichols

vs
Diana Dors


Diana Dors' body straightened into an aerodynamic shape as it hurtled towards the other curvy blonde brawler charging across the ring. Feet together, Diana straightened her legs and back, while holding her arms close to her body. Barbara Nichols' body cut her flight short. "Ooogh!" Diana's weight drove her boots deep into Barbara's gut, denting her curvy body for the short duration of the impact. As Diana dropped, Barbara grimaced and held her forearm over her injured stomach, stumbling back aimlessly. Diana rolled into a sitting position with a businesslike scowl on her face, just in time to see Barbara's legs collapse, dumping her on the middle rope with her wide butt hanging out of the ring. Flailing her arm, Barbara managed to grab the top rope, swinging back and forth unpredictably with her heels scraping the mat.

With a snarl, Barbara shoved herself off of the ropes, launching herself towards Diana as she rose to her feet. Barbara's first steps were erratic, but the forceful lunge built up enough speed to balance her. She swerved slightly as she rushed ahead, aiming to shoot past Diana, and threw out an arm for a devastating clothesline. Only partially upright, Diana had no chance to avoid the collision. When Barbara smashed into her, Diana dropped to the mat, threw her legs up, and struck Barbara on her sturdy thigh and stomach. Barbara gasped as she found herself arcing through the air. She sailed neatly between the middle and top ropes, before continuing her flip towards the hard ground below. Barbara's terrified shriek was brief, interrupted by the dull thud of her upper back coming down to earth. Her body stiffened and jerked, briefly balanced with her ass and legs in the air, before collapsing to the ground with a final jiggle.

Anita Ekberg

vs
Mamie Van Doren


Anita Ekberg and Mamie Van Doren wore visible scrapes and bruises on their bare arms and legs. Both women's normally flawless blonde hairdos were rapidly losing their shape, and Anita had broken one of the shoulder straps on Mamie's leotard, leaving her modesty in constant peril. Still, they stood in the center of the ring and grappled, frowning and nudging as they dug their nails into the other's skin. It was a losing position for the smaller Mamie. Step by step, Anita moved her back, lunging with her strong, shapely legs and planting her feet firmly on the mat to defend her small gain. Mamie groaned and heaved on the bigger woman's body, but skidded against the mat with one foot and stepped back to avoid taking a tumble, regaining her balance at the cost of finding herself closer to the edge.

With a roar, Mamie released her grip on Anita and shoved, swinging her arms from a position close to her body outward, knocking Anita's own arms away from her as well. The violent separation threw both women off balance; Anita nearly blundered into Mamie, while Mamie nearly slipped herself. Trying to strike first, Anita drew back a fist, but Mamie had already clasped her hands at waist level. Swinging her arms upwards, her hands collided with Anita's chin, causing a loud whack of skin against skin to echo through the arena. Anita stumbled and moved her hands to her face defensively, as her neck bent backwards from the powerful blow. Off balance, she lowered herself slightly, and with incredible stubbornness, Anita prepared to charge... only to gasp, bend at the waist, and stand on her toes as Mamie's clasped hands ascended again, hammering her gut and nearly lifting her from the mat.

Groaning, Anita staggered to the side with one foot, lowering herself and letting her head hang down. Knees bent, with one hand on her thigh, and the other flailing at the ground to catch herself if she fell, the powerful blonde woman kept herself from falling on her face.

Mamie stood beside her, chin tilted upwards, with a barely visible but solidly satisfied sneer on her lips. She held her clasped hands high above her head, arms pointed straight upward. Half squatting down suddenly, Mamie lowered her body as well as she swung her hands down, striking Anita on the base of her neck with the heavy blow. Anita's legs collapsed, and she let out a low grunt. Flailing her hands, the helpless fighter put her hands on the mat, only to collapse under her own weight and bash her own nose into the ground. The impact caused a second jerk of Anita's body, before she slowly spread out over a long section of the mat with a sigh.

Anita's unconscious body quivered slightly as Mamie planted a foot on her lower back, but the tiny movement only came from the force of being stepped on. She was fast asleep.

Sabrina

vs
Jayne Mansfield


"Eeeeeergh!" Sabrina cried out in pain as Jayne Mansfield stood behind her, clutching her hair in both hands with her arms straight. Taking a step back, Jayne struggled for a moment before bringing her hands to her chest, tugging Sabrina along with it. The helpless blonde shrieked again as Jayne's hold bent her slender neck backwards, tilting her screaming face to the ceiling. She awkwardly reached behind her back to tug on Jayne's arms, as the powerful brawler dragged her across the mat. With a choking sound, Sabrina dropped and twisted, forcing herself around to face Jayne, even as the maneuver twisted her hair in her rival's grip, and forced her head to bend downward. Jayne tensed and frowned, but held her ground.

Slowly, Sabrina rose. She held Jayne's forearms tightly and swayed back and forth, but after a few moments, Sabrina gave up on prying the blonde grappler's grip loose. Instead, she leaned back, dragging Jayne closer, and took a closed fisted swing at the scowling blonde's side. Thud! Jayne winced and let Sabrina slide out of her grip, baring her teeth as she tilted her body to move with the blow. Striking back, Jayne brought her open palm down on Sabrina's cheek, swinging her arm in an arc and following through as if her rival's face wasn't even in the way. Sabrina flinched as the slap knocked her head to the side... and then her legs gave out and she sank to the floor on her knees, toppling face down with her arms flopping to her sides. Sabrina made no attempt to avoid bashing her forehead against the mat, and simply lay with her ass in the air, motionless aside from the tiny up and down movement of her torso as she breathed.

Most people simply believed that Sabrina had given up and simply fainted from the stress of facing Jayne. A few members of the audience saw Jayne's elbow strike the side of Sabrina's head just after she landed the slap, but this was always considered speculation.