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FLASHBACK 2011:
TEAM SLAYER:  Sarah Michelle Gellar, Alyson Hannlgan, Eliza Dushku & Michelle Trachtenberg
vs.
TEAM SUPREME:  Kristin Kreuk, Cassidy Freeman, Laura Vandervoort & Alexz Johnson

The long-running feud between Sarah and Kristin had escalated to the point where both women recruited allies for a four-on-four brawl.  The rules were simple: there are none.  Both teams battle until all four members of one team are pinned, submit or are KO'd.

Naturally enough, chaos erupted in the ring, as eight battling beauties tore into each other.  There was some trading of opponents as the fight wore on, but soon enough each wrestler paired off with what each considered her opposite number, and focused on each other.

Initially, Gellar's Team Slayer largely held the upper hand.  But as the minutes ticked by, Kreuk's Team Supreme steadily began to take control.  Now, a full thirty minutes into the brawl, things looked bleak for Sarah and her partners...

Sarah was slumped in a corner as Kristin pressed the sole of her boot against the blonde's throat, choking her as Gellar's feet thrashed haplessly against the mat.  Alyson was likewise finding it difficult to breath, as her throat was pressed upon the middle rope, and Cassidy was pushing her right knee down hard on her opponent's back to keep her there, bouncing up and down as redheaded Aly gurgled for air.  Eliza was in another corner, arms slung over the top ropes as Laura made like a boxer and hammering fist after fist into her rival's belly and face.  And Michelle squirmed on the canvas as Alexz tightened a Figure Four Headscissors on her, the brunette's hands frantically yet futilely tugging at her oppressor's thighs.

It was then that Kreuk called out to her partners, "Rodeo time, ladies!"  This was the signal to drag their dazed foes to the center of the ring, and from there Irish Whip each of them into a corner.  That accomplished, they went to there adversaries and hoisted them up, turning them upside down and hanging each of them in a corner in Trees of Woe.  Team Slayer hung moaning and helpless as Team Supreme met again in center ring.

They then rushed at their rivals and executed Bronco Busters on them, clutching the middle ropes for support as they ground their crotches into the faces of their adversaries, smothering them.  The crowd erupted at the sight of this, and even Team Slayer's most ardent fans found themselves cheering in spite of themselves.

After what seemed like an eternity for Gellar's team, their opponents released their holds.  They then pulled their semi-conscious foes from the corners and dragged them to center ring.  Eliza was laid out on the canvas first, with Michelle pulled across her.  Then Alyson was placed upon them, and finally Sarah topped the pile.  Each member of Team Supreme placed her right foot on top of the pile of mewling, beaten beauties and ordered the referee to count to ten.

[boobytrap]

This is awesome! I wanna see this continue, maybe Team Slayer gets some payback in a gimmick match or there's an ambush in the showers.Great work 

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HWA: Alyson Hannlgan vs Cassidy Freeman




They say that the definition of insanity is repetition of an action and expecting a different result each time.  If that is indeed the case, then Cassidy might well be certifiable, for she repeatedly scrambled up off of the mat, despite the knowing certainty that Alyson was going to put her right back down there again with a standing dropkick.

After four of these, the somewhat punchdrunk Freeman struggled to once again regain her footing.  But this time, Hannlgan shifted tactics, taking her by the arm and Irish Whipping her into the ropes.  Cassidy bounded off of the cables and rushed back toward her adversary, who met her with a hip toss.  Like a ragdoll, Freeman flipped through the air, landed on her posterior, bounced twice, and promptly sought the safety of ringside by rolling to the ropes and tumbling to a heap on the arena floor.

She made the most of her twenty count, walking around the ring, warily keeping an eye on Alyson as she caught her second wind.  Finally as the ref neared the end of his count, Freeman cautiously climbed up onto the apron and slipped between the ropes…only to promptly jump back out and down to the floor again.  Her patience exhausted, Hannlgan stepped between the ropes and jumped down to the floor as well, intent on continuing the fight there.

But what she hadn’t noticed was that Cassidy had reached into the cleavage of her suit and pulled out a small, slim aerosol vial.  As Alyson neared her rival, Freeman raised it and pumped down the button, ejecting a spray of mist into the redhead’s eyes.  Hannlgan, now blinded, shrieked, her knuckles furiously rubbing at her stinging eyes as she staggered backward.  A now smirking Freeman grabbed her foe by the hair at the back of her head, led her to the ring, and then slammed her face down into the apron once…twice…thrice!

Cassidy then rolled her now badly dazed opponent in under the ropes, and then joined her in the ring.  Again taking Alyson by the hair, she pulled her to her feet and dragged her stumbling to the center of the ring.

She threw a quick punch to Hannlgan’s belly, doubling her over, and pulled her adversary’s head between her thighs.  Wrapping her arms around Alyson’s waist, Cassidy grunted and lifted her rival up, until the hapless Hannlgan’s body was vertical, her feet pointed to the arena’s ceiling.

Instead of immediately executing her signature Piledriver finisher, Freeman began to slowly rotate around, showing off her helpless opponent to all four sides of the arena.  The deafening roar was a mixture of cheers from Freeman’s fans, and books from Hannlgan’s.

Finally, Cassidy dropped to her knees, executing  Tombstone that spiked the crown of Alyson’s skull into the thinly-covered plywood ring floor with the full weight of both women behind it.  Hannlgan’s body collapsed to the mat like a felled redwood, and Freeman rolled her over onto her back, where she lay motionless save for an involuntary spasmodic twitching of her left leg.

Cassidy then reclined back across her beaten rival’s torso as if she were a settee, casually…contemptuously, really…examining her outstretched left hand to make certain she hadn’t chipped an expensively manicured nail.  The referee slapped the canvas one…two…three!  The bell tolled, and Team Supreme chalked up another ‘W’ over Team Slayer.

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Megan Thee Stallion vs Kate Upton



Kate gurgled and gasped for breath as Megan tightened the Rear Naked Chokehold, her arm drawn firmly across the blonde’s windpipe.  The ebony battler made certain they were turned so that the spectators in this penthouse battle got a clear look of their voluptuous sweat-glistening bodies, clad now only in bikini panties, with Megan clearly in command on her faltering rival.  Another minute or so of this, and the fight would be all over.

Upton knew that to be true as well, but instead of giving in to panic, her desperation bred determination to escape.  Reaching up and behind with her hands, she grasped the black mane of her rival and, in a sudden blur of motion, dropped to one knee as she flipped Megan over her shoulder.  The startled beauty landed with a thud on her back, momentarily confounded over what had happened.

After the span of a few quickened heartbeats, Megan sat up, ready to resume the brawl.  But the blonde proved a shade quicker, and in an instant she had grasped the arms of her adversary and yanked them back, even as she pressed a knee into Megan’s spine.  Now it was the ebony-skinned beauty’s turn to suffer.

Shifting tactics somewhat, Upton suddenly released her foe’s arms, and instead cupped her hands beneath Megan’s chin, painfully yanking her head back as the knee continued to grind into her back.  But although this increased her suffering, it also presented the brunette with an advantage, and she seized it: her hands darting up, her nails raked across the eyes of her tormentor.  Kate shrieked, released her hold, and fell to the floor.

After nearly forty full minutes of battle, both beauties were teetering on the edge of total exhaustion.  Each took more than a minute to catch her breath and rally what scant reserves of power each still possessed.  Finally then both struggled up to their feet and limped toward one another.  They stood there, eyes locked, nostrils flaring as each greedily sucked in air for their seared lungs.  The hatred these two felt for one another was palpable to every observer in the room.

Then Megan raised her right arm and delivered a forearm smash to her opponent’s chest.  Kate let out an anguished yelp as beads of sweat exploded from her body.  The blonde returned the blow to her rival, with an identical result.  Both then began trading such hammering blows, their breasts bouncing wildly from the impacts.  Still, neither would relent, no matter how devastating the pain.

Finally, as if on some signal heard only to them, they ceased their pummeling.  The only sound in the room now were their panting for breath, as their drenched bodies trembled from the simple demand of remaining upright.

With a viper blur of motion, they flung themselves at one another, each wrapping their arms around the body of the other.  And there they stood in a duel of bearhugs, each beauty pouring every last dreg of strength she had left into her crushing embrace.  The pair gasped and moaned as one, their 36DDs agonizingly pancaked against one another

Seconds seemed like hours as Kate and Megan tortured one another in their python embraces.  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Megan gave out a long, loud moan, then her arms fell open, her head lolled backward, and her magnificent body went limp.  Upton continued squeezing her for several more moments, perhaps too dazed herself to realize what had happened.  But then she opened her arms and let her rival collapse to the floor in a heap.

The blonde stood over her fallen foe for several moments, staring down blankly at her.  And then her legs crumpled and she collapsed atop Megan, spent yet victorious.

[the_walkin_dude]

Flash,

Excellent work as always on these most recent efforts, count me especially pleased to see you bringing Cassidy Freeman into the fold (and victorious, no less!) she's a woefully underutilized femfight muse in my opinion.

Thanks for sharing,

~RF

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A great follow-up to the Slayer vs Supreme series! Let's hope Team Slayer seeks out a win next time, they're getting stomped right now. Love see Megan The Stallion getting ring time, she the vr for one of my wrestlers in FAWN.

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Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Kristin Kreuk: Indian Strap Match




Panting, her golden hair damp and tangled as it hung down either side of her face, Sarah slowly crawled on all fours toward a corner of the ring.  Looped around her right wrist was the end of a twelve foot narrow leather strap, the other end of which was secured around the wrist of her opponent.  And as she made her laborious crawl, behind her slowly strolled Kristin, smirking as she followed the arduous trek of her rival, letting Gellar expend precious dregs of her waning strength as she struggled to reach the corner.

Once she finally reached it, the blonde grasped at the ropes and used them to help pull herself back up to her feet.  She was almost completely upright when suddenly she felt a hand grasp the hair on the back of her head, yank her backward, and then smash her face into the top turnbuckle.  Her body slumping, all that kept Sarah from crumpling to the mat were her arms, draped over the top ropes as she rested the side of her face against the buckle pad.  Her glazed eyes made it plain she needed precious time to recover.  Unfortunately, Kreuk wasn’t about to grant her that boon.

As the blonde sagged against the turnbuckles, Kristin took a length of strap, raised it, and then began lashing the leather across her adversary’s alabaster back.  The makeshift whip cracked viciously across the tender flesh, which was swiftly marred by ugly red slashes, as Sarah’s agonized screams sent chills down the spines of the spectators.

Finally the referee had had enough, and he ordered Kreuk to cease her thrashing of Gellar, and allow the blonde to escape from the corner.  “Here, I’ll be nice and help her,” the brunette replied with a malicious gleam in her eye, and she wrapped the strap around Sarah’s throat, pulling her away from the turnbuckles and dragging her stumbling to the center of the ring.  There, she tightened her improvised rawhide garrote, as the blonde’s fingers frantically clutched and tugged at the noose, and her face turned ever-deepening shades of red, and she gasped and gurgled piteously.

“Tell me, Sarah…is your career flashing before your eyes?” Kreuk asked contemptuously.  “All of those triumphs in your past, now rendered pointless because you’ve finally met the superior woman?”  A sinister smile now broadening on her lips, the brunette continues.  “I’m not just going to win the match tonight…I’m going to end your career once and for all.  I’ll make you beg me for mercy, and then you’ll crawl your beaten ass out of the ring forever.  And then my girls are going to absolutely ruin the rest of your pathetic teammates.”

From behind her victim, Kristin leaned in close, her mouth next to the blonde’s ear.  Then she purred, “Consider yourself slayed, bitch!”

It was a good line, one she’s been waiting months to deliver it.  And it was happening exactly how she envisioned it would be.

But what she hadn’t imagined was what happened next.  Even as the last syllable left Kreuk’s pouty lips, Sarah reached up with her hands, clasped them behind her opponent’s head, and then suddenly dropped down to her butt, pulling the brunette down with her.  Their descent came to an abrupt halt as Kristin’s chin slammed into Gellar’s shoulder in a Stunner.  The impact sent the brunette flying backwards, as floppy as a rag doll.

Both beauties lay motionless on the mat for nearly a full minute, the ref debating whether to start a long count, or else just call for the bell.  But then slowly, agonizingly, each stirred and struggled to roll over to her hands and knees.  Sarah made it up first, and then pushed herself back up to her feet.  Grabbing Kristin by the hair, she hauled her up as well.  She dragged the mewling brunette by her locks over to the side of the ring, then proceeded to rake Kreuk’s eyes across the top rope, blinding her.

Now hauling her foe over to the nearest corner, Gellar slammed Kreuk’s face into the turnbuckle five full times, more than paying back the previous face slam that the blonde had suffered.  Now it was time to provide another receipt….

With great effort, her adrenaline flowing, Sarah grunted as she wrapped her arms around Kristin’s waist from behind and hoisted her up, laying her atop the turnbuckle on her belly, so that her body was draped over it.  Now she stepped back, grabbed the strap with her right hand, and administered a lashing to Kreuk’s derriere!  The leather cracked against her behind like gunshots, each blow eliciting a howl of agonized protest from the brunette.  Finally the referee had to warn the blonde that it was time to put a halt to this punishment.  But that suited Sarah fine, as she was ready to finish off her rival once and for all.

She grabbed Kristin by the ankles and yanked her off of the turnbuckle, sending the brunette crashing to the mat with a thud and a long, painful groan.  She then dragged her by the ankles to the middle of the ring and sat on her foe’s back.  She draped Kreuk’s arms over her bent knees in what was obviously a set up for a Camel Clutch.

However, instead of cupping her hands beneath her victim’s chin, Gellar instead wound the leather strap several times around Kristin’s head, and grasped each end.  She then leaned back, while the strap not only pulled the brunette’s head back at the neck, wrenching her spine, but also tightened around her skull.  Kreuk let out piercing screams, betraying her anguish.

She was able to endure this for just shy of thirty seconds before her hand began to furiously tap at her tormentor’s leg.  But even as the ref was about to call for the bell, Gellar growled, “Ignore that!  Get a mic!”  The official did as he was told, ordering the announcer to hand him his wireless microphone.  The zebra placed the mic close to Kreuk’s mouth as Sarah commanded, “Say it, you bitch!”

“N-no…never!” the now sobbing brunette moaned.  But her willfulness quickly evaporated, and within moments she was blubbering, “OOOOHHHHHH...I GIVE UP!  I GIVE UP!!!  LET ME GOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

That was all the referee needed to hear, and a second later the bell tolled, signaling the end of the match.  Her victory achieved, Sarah was no longer interested in Kristin, and she released the hold.  She was able to stand up only with the help of the ref, who raised her arm, and then removed the tether from her wrist.

Humiliated, Kristin rolled over onto her back and glared at her rival with hate-filled eyes.  “You’ve just made two mistakes,” she hissed.  “First, not finishing me off for good.  And second, thinking this is over!”

“Oh, I know it’s not over,” Sarah disdainfully rasped.  “In fact, I’m counting on getting you in the ring again soon, so I can kick your bitch ass all over again.”

Sarah then flashed a smile to the cheering crowd and exited the ring, as Kristin threw a hissy fit, her boots and fists stamping at the mat as she lay on her back, but already her scheming mind calculating her revenge.

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Wooo! So glad to see SMG and Team Slayer get a win, another great battle between the formative franchises of my childhood. Can't wait to see if there's a next installment, a face turn? A heel turn? where do you think the story could go?

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Hayden Panettiere vs Brenda Song




As exhaustion sets in, the two battlers are past the point where they attempt skillfully applied holds.  Now, they roughly wrap their arms around each other, clinching their sweat-soaked bodies tight together as they pant and grunt.

Suddenly, a shriek of shock and pain fills the air, as Hayden savagely bites her opponent's forehead.  Stunned by the primitive attack, Brenda breaks her clinch and tries to push away from her adversary.  In so doing her balance is thrown off, and the wily blonde is able to shove her roughly to the floor.  Before the brunette can even begin to attempt to get back upright, Panettiere begins to stomp away brutally at Song's belly, chest and face with her foot, swiftly reducing the Asian-American to a stunned and mewling heap upon the mansion floor.

With what adrenaline she has left coursing through her veins, Hayden drops to her knees and rolls the dazed Brenda over onto her belly, then sits on the small of the brunette's back, facing her feet.  Her hands deftly grab Song's bikini bottoms and yank them down her legs, then twists them around the Asian's ankles, binding them together.  This allows Panettiere to hold the garment with her left hand, and to pull her rival's legs up and back, while with her right, she reaches behind herself and grabs Brenda's hair close to the scalp, so that she can yank her head back.  Snapped out of her stupor by the pain coursing through her spine and neck, Brenda howls in agony.

Still, the embattled beauty refuses to concede.  This does not frustrate her rival any, as Hayden now has a new idea of how to not only drive her opponent to submission, but to humiliate her as well.  Panettiere releases her hold, undoing the bikini briefs to free her foe's ankles, but any relief which Brenda now feels over no longer being tormented as she won is quickly shattered, as the blonde climbs off of her prey, shoves her onto her back, and then grabs her bikini top, tugging the fabric until it gives way.  Now stripped nude, her unclothed body fully exposed by her hated adversary before the eyes of the elite spectators, Song blushes, and tries to cover her breasts with her arms.

Rising up now, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent, the blonde pulls the squealing Asian up by her hair.  Then, in a remarkable display of raw power, considering how otherwise physically spent she was mere minutes ago, Hayden wraps her arms around Brenda, gives a loud grunt, and pulls the brunette's lithe body up, draping her back across Panettiere's right shoulder.

As Brenda yowled in agonized protest, her spine again bent painfully, Hayden began to slowly walk around the room, displaying her victim as an Amazon warrior would display her conquered prey.  Song's nude body squirmed helplessly, tears filling her eyes, as she was shown off in her abject helplessness.

"STOP!" the brunette wailed.  "NO MORE!  I GIVE UP!!!"

Victory was hers at last...but Hayden wasn't interested in a submission any longer.

"Bitch," the blonde sneered.  "It's too late to give up.  Now we fight to a knock out!"

"Noooooooooooooo!" Song whimpered, but Panettiere ignored her pleas as she let her opponent fall to the floor.  With viper speed, Hayden say on the sobbing Brenda's chest and looked down at her.

"Y-you don't have to do this!" the Asian sniveled.

"I know," the blonde purred.  "But I want to, so I will."

And with that she slid her body forward, her groin pressing down over the mouth and nose of her victim.  Brenda's muffled cries betrayed her panic and helplessness, as her spent body squirmed haplessly beneath her oppressor.  Soon enough, Song ceased moving altogether, as she was driven into malicious unconsciousness by her insidious rival, who was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle of utterly humiliating her vaunted opponent.

Finally the blonde struggled back up to her feet, brushing errant golden locks away from her deceptively angelic face.  She placed a foot upon the heaving chest of the slumbering brunette, and let the cheers of the spectators wash over her.

[wheelman]

Love it when my favorite little wildcat Hayden is doing the finishing. 

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Ana de Armas vs Troian Bellisario





Ana knew Brief Battles were risky.

        Management had warned her, friends had warned her, hell, her own experience had warned her. Even with a sterling record of six wins and zero losses (all by submission, it should be noted), Brief Battles were dangerous. All it took was a single mistake and one of your favorite outfits was nothing more than a new display in another chick’s trophy room

        But a well-heeled patron had been petitioning for the match for more than a month now, the money was ridiculous and the prize… her potential adversary was putting up the bottoms she’d worn in victories over Brie Larson and Jessica Alba. A pair of top-tier talents had been buried nose-deep in those strappy midnight blue briefs and de Armas wanted, no, NEEDED them, for her own burgeoning collection. In return she put up the emerald green briefs she’d worn in victories over Natalie Dormer and Nina Dobrev. She’d guessed that both of those names would prove an irresistible target for her opponent and she’d been ri--

        “Ohhhhhhhhhhh OOOWWWWWW STOP THAT YOU BITCH!” de Armas sobbed aloud as the brunette set her fingers against the line of Ana’s bottoms and raaaaaaaaaaaked another six inches of bright red lines on the inside of her left thigh!

        Troian Bellisario shook her head ‘no’ and bore down on the Scissors and the Cradle making up the Venus Flytrap that currently had Ana’s calves trapped somewhere north of her ears. With de Armas’ arms pinned beneath her own legs and her calves strapped down by the aforementioned Scissors / Cradle combination, she could only wriggle and try to grab at Bellisario’s right hand whenever she made another slow pass over the blonde’s catfighter’s savagely scored inner thighs.

        “Good thing we’re wrestling for trophies, huh?” Troi chided following a light, taunting smack to her opponent’s belly. “I’d have wedgied you into oblivion five minutes ago if I wasn’t worried about ruining my prize.”

        De Armas growled and tried to power free, a valiant show of defiance that resulted in another painful compression of her diaphragm when the brunette squeezed a little tighter. “Scuuuuhhh… screw you, you skinny bitch.” she growled over the salacious murmurs of the few assembled guests. “This match isn’t over yet and your briefs will still be part of MY trophy collecOhwhatareyoudoing? Dontyoudoitdontyoudodaredontdo-OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”

        Troi didn’t want to damage her trophy with a claw grip, so she extended her middle and ring fingers and began to energetically rub the center of her opponent’s tiny trunks! “Not ‘til you give, honey!” Bellisario taunted as she increased the pace and pressure.

        “NO! THEY’RE MINE, I WON’T GIVE THEM UPPPPOOOHHH! OOOHHH! OOOHHH! AAAAAAHHHH!”

        The brunette slipped that delving spade beneath her foe’s waistband and went to work, the evidence of her efforts clear by the ripples and bulges in the scant spandex. “Oh, I think you’re going to give them to me.” Troi was all smiles as she continued to bring her foe around. “It’s just a matter of when at this po--”

        “I SUBMIT!” Ana sobbed. “THEY’RE YOURS! TAKE THEM, JUST STOP!”

        Troi removed the claw with a practiced little flourish, then flattened it into a paddle and began to spank her rival’s undercarriage! “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE… TEN, YOU’RE OUT!”

        She released the Venus Flytrap and de Armas was finally able to stretch out full length, though her once dangerous stems now held all the menace of overdone spaghetti. As for the brunette, she got to her knees and sidled into place over Ana’s head so she could add another famous face to the list of those engulfed by her midnight blue briefs.

        Hands on her hips as she enjoyed the sound and feel of de Armas’ muffled sobbing, Troi treated the loser to a hands-free pinch as she mused where to place her newest acquisition.

        “Between Jessica and Laura, I think.” she said to no one in particular. “Don’t worry honey, they’ll look better on my wall than they ever did on you.”

[the_walkin_dude]

Thanks as always to Flash for posting my most recent efforts, it's much appreciated and your choice of pics for the combatants is always top notch. Along similar lines, excellent work on Hayden and Brenda. Back-breaking, brunette-baring Hayden is the best Hayden and it's nice to see her still terrorizing the opposition.

~RF

[bthcool]

Awesome! We need more Ana de Armas beatings!!!

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Ana de Armas vs Troian Bellisario





Ana knew Brief Battles were risky.

        Management had warned her, friends had warned her, hell, her own experience had warned her. Even with a sterling record of six wins and zero losses (all by submission, it should be noted), Brief Battles were dangerous. All it took was a single mistake and one of your favorite outfits was nothing more than a new display in another chick’s trophy room

        But a well-heeled patron had been petitioning for the match for more than a month now, the money was ridiculous and the prize… her potential adversary was putting up the bottoms she’d worn in victories over Brie Larson and Jessica Alba. A pair of top-tier talents had been buried nose-deep in those strappy midnight blue briefs and de Armas wanted, no, NEEDED them, for her own burgeoning collection. In return she put up the emerald green briefs she’d worn in victories over Natalie Dormer and Nina Dobrev. She’d guessed that both of those names would prove an irresistible target for her opponent and she’d been ri--

        “Ohhhhhhhhhhh OOOWWWWWW STOP THAT YOU BITCH!” de Armas sobbed aloud as the brunette set her fingers against the line of Ana’s bottoms and raaaaaaaaaaaked another six inches of bright red lines on the inside of her left thigh!

        Troian Bellisario shook her head ‘no’ and bore down on the Scissors and the Cradle making up the Venus Flytrap that currently had Ana’s calves trapped somewhere north of her ears. With de Armas’ arms pinned beneath her own legs and her calves strapped down by the aforementioned Scissors / Cradle combination, she could only wriggle and try to grab at Bellisario’s right hand whenever she made another slow pass over the blonde’s catfighter’s savagely scored inner thighs.

        “Good thing we’re wrestling for trophies, huh?” Troi chided following a light, taunting smack to her opponent’s belly. “I’d have wedgied you into oblivion five minutes ago if I wasn’t worried about ruining my prize.”

        De Armas growled and tried to power free, a valiant show of defiance that resulted in another painful compression of her diaphragm when the brunette squeezed a little tighter. “Scuuuuhhh… screw you, you skinny bitch.” she growled over the salacious murmurs of the few assembled guests. “This match isn’t over yet and your briefs will still be part of MY trophy collecOhwhatareyoudoing? Dontyoudoitdontyoudodaredontdo-OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAHHHP!”

        Troi didn’t want to damage her trophy with a claw grip, so she extended her middle and ring fingers and began to energetically rub the center of her opponent’s tiny trunks! “Not ‘til you give, honey!” Bellisario taunted as she increased the pace and pressure.

        “NO! THEY’RE MINE, I WON’T GIVE THEM UPPPPOOOHHH! OOOHHH! OOOHHH! AAAAAAHHHH!”

        The brunette slipped that delving spade beneath her foe’s waistband and went to work, the evidence of her efforts clear by the ripples and bulges in the scant spandex. “Oh, I think you’re going to give them to me.” Troi was all smiles as she continued to bring her foe around. “It’s just a matter of when at this po--”

        “I SUBMIT!” Ana sobbed. “THEY’RE YOURS! TAKE THEM, JUST STOP!”

        Troi removed the claw with a practiced little flourish, then flattened it into a paddle and began to spank her rival’s undercarriage! “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE… TEN, YOU’RE OUT!”

        She released the Venus Flytrap and de Armas was finally able to stretch out full length, though her once dangerous stems now held all the menace of overdone spaghetti. As for the brunette, she got to her knees and sidled into place over Ana’s head so she could add another famous face to the list of those engulfed by her midnight blue briefs.

        Hands on her hips as she enjoyed the sound and feel of de Armas’ muffled sobbing, Troi treated the loser to a hands-free pinch as she mused where to place her newest acquisition.

        “Between Jessica and Laura, I think.” she said to no one in particular. “Don’t worry honey, they’ll look better on my wall than they ever did on you.”

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Here's the next work of art from the Walkin' Dude...

Priyanka Chopra vs Katharine McPhee



    The hell of it was, Priyanka couldn’t pinpoint where it had all gone wrong. Usually she possessed an innate accuracy when it came to noting the exact moment in a match where it shifted from a contest between equals to the eventual winner imposing her will until the doomed loser broke down in whimpers and groans. Of course more often than not it was Chopra doing the imposing and that simply wasn’t the case tonight. It’d started competitively enough, but somewhere along the way she’d lost the inner Hug and before she knew it--

        “UUUUUNNNNGGAAAHHHHH!” Priyanka wailed in woozy, open-mouthed hurt as Katharine McPhee put her up on tiptoe with another rib-crushing constriction of the Bear Hug she’d been working for the last several minutes seemingly at will.

        Beaming at the other wrestler’s distress, McPhee gave the grip a little shake, then ground her knotted hands into the hollow of Chopra’s back. “You’re just clinching now, baby.” Kat said of the loose coil Priyanka had around her tormentor’s biceps. “Haven’t given me a proper squeeze in what, three minutes? Couldn’t fight your elbows through my grip to save your--”

        “Shut your mouth, bitch.” Priyanka tightened her grip to lend credence to the demand, but all she got from the other brunette was a little moue of irritation.

        “That how you want it? No respect at all? Fine.” McPhee’s grip loosened ever so slightly, not to relieve the squeeze, but to wriggle a little closer for--

        “AAAAWWWW GOD!” Kat crushed Pree tummy to tummy, the red-clad brunette just leeeeeeeaaning backward to put even more strain on her opponent’s nauseating midsection!

        “Wanna go rack against rack?” McPhee huffed, her head turned to one side to better endure Chopra’s turgid pawing. “Bet I can crush ‘em flat against your ster--”

        “NO!” Priyanka twined her fingers in Kat’s hair and pulled as hard as she could, which at this late stage, was just enough to draw an angry scowl from her tormentor.

        “No respect then. You got it, baby!”

        Murmurs of approval from the well-heeled guests when McPhee dipped into a deep crouch and muscled Chopra high into the air, the stunned powerhouse forced to brace her shins against the planks of Katharine’s thighs to alleviate even a fraction of the pressure. Not content with the simple grind now that her foe was rapidly wilting, Kat earned a round of applause from the guests when she set her feet and began to whip the trapped brunette left and right over and over and over again! It wasn’t quite a rag-dolling, but it didn’t stop several observers from exclaiming ‘SHE’S DONE!’ or ‘IT’S OVER!’ or some variation thereof.

        Slowing to a stop only when Chopra’s hands were limp at her sides, McPhee pressed her cheek to Priyanka’s feverish chest and demanded, “Say it!”

        Chopra shook her head in a show of weak refusal. “Nuuuhhh…no! Now f*cking let me go-OOOOOHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!”

        Kat dipped a little deeper and leaned forward until the crown of Priyanka’s skull was only a few inches above the canvas. The curve of her spine was downright awful, practically an inverted ‘U’ that only got deeper with each passing sec--

        “SUBMIT!” Chopra didn’t have the energy to actually tap McPhee’s bicep, all she could do was flail her arms in a crippled parody of surrender. “I SUBMIT DAMN YOU, JUST LEMME GOOOOHHHH OOOOOOHHH OOOOHHH OOOOOHHHHRRRGGGGHHH!”

        Kat straightened up just to lean forward again, a pattern she repeated three more times before simply releasing the Hug to dump the insensate grappler in a heap at her feet.

        “Bear Hug master, huh?” McPhee smirked as she placed a boot atop her opponent’s chest. “Something tells me the standards around here just got a whole lot higher.”

        No argument form Chopra or the guests, the latter of which applauded quite emphatically for the double bicep flex that put an exclamation point on Kat’s triumph.

[the_walkin_dude]

Awesome! We need more Ana de Armas beatings!!!

In Ana's defense, I'm of the mind that she presents as a very capable / dangerous femfight image, unfortunately for her Troian is my current bendyback world-beater of choice and since I'm remarkably selfish in choosing the winners of these bits, de Armas was doomed from the outset. All that said, I'm glad you enjoyed!

~RF