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Are you referring to yourself, Alyadmirer? 

[Freefall]

BB4 is back! Great to see it...

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Britney and Jamie Lynn Spears vs Hilary and Hayley Duff
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(someone is going to have to give me a lesson in how to post pictures)

Britney!

bbb4!

Legends reunited!

Nice to see you back writing after so many years, bbb4!

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Haylie drags the nearly naked Britney into the corner, slamming her chest first into the unforgiving corner with a muffled “Buuuf!”  Hilary grabs Britney’s arms, and drapes them over the top rope, holding Britney there in the corner, completely defenseless.

Haylie dusts off her hands, as though getting ready to go to work.  First, she grabs the back of Britney’s bikini briefs and wedges her, yanking Britney’s bottoms up her bottom, before bending over and delivering several debilitating shoulder blocks to Spears’ unprotected lower back.  Britney grunts in agony with each shot.  Standing up, the seemingly satisfied Haylie then places a well aimed kidney shot, leaning all her weight into it, buckling Britney’s knees.  Exhausted and beaten, Spears slumps in the corner.  Haylie reaches up and tags in her sister, whispering, “Finish her.” as she clears the ropes.

Haylie and Hilary switch places in the ring, allowing time for the drained Spears to turn and face the ring, just in time to catch a knee lift in the gut from Hilary.  Before she can collapse to the mat, Haylie reaches under the top ropes and goes up and under, grabbing both of Spears gorgeous tits from behind.  Hilary smiles as her younger sister goes back to work, first mauling the underside of Spears’ knockers, but then moving on to attack her nipples.  Spears tries in vain to cover up, Haylie’s grip on her teats is unbreakable.

“REF!  Double team!” Jamie Lynn screams, but the ref is deaf to her cries.

Hilary says, “As much as I’d love to watch you tug her teats all night, we have a match to win, and she ain’t giving up.  Taking her sister’s cue, Haylie nipple rips Spears and pushes her stumbling into the ring, where she falls face first onto the mat.

Still completely wedged, Spears groans and tries to roll her sweat glazed body over, grabbing for her tortured tits.  Sliding across the rough, dirty canvas had done a number on her tender globes, even after Haylie’s professional grade workout of her teats.

“No, you don’t,” Hilary spat, delivering a wicked stomp to Britney’s aching lower back.

Duff straddles the Spears lower back, facing her opponent’s feet and grabs Britney’s ankles, tucking them into her armpits.  She polishes it off, interlocking her hands, executing a perfect Boston Crab. Hilary leans back, listening with glee as Britney groans and moans.  She settles down on Britney’s back, letting her bare rump just lightly kiss Spears’ back and butt.  “GIVE!” Duff screams.  Hilary adjusts her devastating hold, switching to a half crab.  Britney sighs in relief as one of her legs is released, but she quickly regrets it as Duff’s middle and index finger slip into the side door of her briefs, the leg hole of her bottoms.  “MMMM…lookie what I found,” Duff mutters as she begins to gently and deliberately slow fuck Spears.  “Give and I’ll stop,” Duff hisses.  “OK….I quit,” Britney mewls.

“Ohhh…I lied,” Duff adds with a giggle, calculatingly bringing Britney from a simmer to a full boil, and then letting the pot boil over.

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Thank you all for the kind words... I can't believe any of you still even remember me...
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[Freefall]

Haha I started reading BB4 in highschool

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“Tag!” Hilary called out.  “Tag!” Haylie turned to her sister in the corner, making sure to keep Britney  corralled in the front facelock, and lifted her hand.  The two topless Duffs slap hands and Hilary bends over and crosses through the ropes, wincing as she puts weight on her injured leg.  Haylie holds Britney open, leaving her ribs and boobs exposed, “Give her one, Hil!”Haylie screams over the raucous crowd. Hilary takes careful aim and delivers a vicious hip check to Britney’s defenseless upper body, sending her sprawling to the mat.  Looking at the devastated Spears lying on the mat, Haylie says, “Wow…Mikey taught you a little thing or two about hip checking.”

She appreciatively watches the fish eyed Spears roll on the mat, her arms folder over her damaged chest. Haylie adds, “She’s a fucking mess.  I worked her over pretty good.” Haylie turns back to the corner, but as their naked bodies brush against each other, Haylie wraps her hand around Hilary’s waist and pulls her close.  Waiting just a second, she whispers in Hilary’s ear, “Finish her.” Hilary smiles and nods, but as she is about to pull away, Haylie reaches down and playfully tugs at the knot on the hip of Hilary’s string bikini.  The knot comes undone after a few more tugs.  Hailey winks at her sister and adds…“bareback.”

“Bareback?  What do you…. Oh… BAREBACK.” Hilary asks, with a hint of trepidation.  Haylie completes the job, and pulls the knot out of Hilary’s bikini, letting one side of the maroon mini drop.  Adding a wickedly sly smile, Haylie adds, “You got this. Finish her.”

“Bareback….” Hilary mutters to herself, wondering if she should retie her trunks or go all in.  Britney stirs at her feet, rolling over and crawling onto all fours, but as if delaying the decision, Hilary kicks her back over on her side and then her back, spread eagle.  As Britney lies at her feet, struggling to regain her senses, Hilary hears, “Come on sis…Finish her,” and her decision is made.  Hilary reaches down and undoes the other bikini string, taking her damp bottoms off and kneeling down at Britney’s head.

Duff reaches down and punches Britney just above her muff, in the pudge between her lawn and her belly button.  Britney gasps in pain as Duff gives her as econd and third shot.  With her mouth wide open, gasping for air, Duff shoves her dank bikini bottoms into Spears mouth, tamping it down into her opponent’s maw a few times, smiling with self satisfaction.

“Brit, last time I saw a mouth like that, it had a hook in it,” Duff opines.

Unable to watch her sister take a facefull of Hilary’s bare ass and snatch, Jamie Lynn climbs through the ropes, intent on breaking things up, but Haylie has much less distance to cover and clotheslines Jamie Lynn in the center of the ring. She stands Jamie Lynn up and applies an abdominal stretch, more to corral the younger Spears than harm her.… and make her watch as her older sister is finished.  Even as Jamie Lynn squirms and struggles in Haylie’s abdominal stretch, Hilary gently lowers herself onto Britney’s face.  Spears turns her head, but Duff is having none of it and grabs her hair, centering Britney’s nose on the crack of her ass as she gently makes landfall.

“ohhhmmmgawd…” Hilary slurs as she touches down on Britney’s mug.  The struggling singer squirms and wriggles trying to free herself as she is sealed off from the outside world by Duff’s perfect, bare ass and womanhood.  Hilary first helps herself to both of Britney’s tall teats, sloshing back and forth as she scraps and thrashes.  “Moohhhyeah,” Duff groans, throwing her head back as Britney’s shifts, motion and desperate flailing gives Hilary a tingling rush.

“I got your conservatorship right here, bitch.”

Holding Jamie Lynn captive, Haylie eggs her sister on, “That’s right, Hil! Give it to her!”  Hilary starts to grind her womanhood into Britney’s face, slowly and purposefully sliding back and forth in short, powerful thrusts, before settling into a small circular pattern.  As Hilary starts to warm up, she slides a finger down between herself and Britney’s face, giving herself an assist before erupting into a volcanic orgasm.

[AlyAdmirer]

Haha I started reading BB4 in highschool

And now you're reading him in the retirement home!  How cool is that?  :-)

(I kid, I kid...)

[Jackflash Jump]

Hollywood Wrestling Alliance

Kaley Cuoco vs Candice Patton




Kaley grunted as the elbow cracked against her jaw, momentarily stunning her and forcing the blonde to release the Hammerlock she had on her opponent.  Candice wasted not a moment's time as she whirled around and smashed the palm of her hand into the left temple of the blonde.

Now Cuoco reeled in a daze, turning away from Patton as she shook her head to try and clear some of the sudden fog that filled her skull.  Candice suddenly leapt up onto her adversary's back, wrapping her legs around Kaley's waist while locking her arms around the blonde's head for a Sleeper Hold.

Hands clutching at the arms tightening around her head, Cuoco took two steps forward, but then her legs buckled and she dropped face first to the mat.  Patton kept her Sleeper in place, but now unwrapped her legs from her rival's waist and used them to Grapevine Kaley's own gams to help hold her down.

Pinned beneath her tormentor, her senses reeling as the hold inhibited the blood flow to her brain, Cuoco began to desperately clutch at the canvas with her fingers, trying to drag herself to the ropes, which if she can only grab, the referee will force the hold to be released.

Slowly, inch by inch, Kaley dragged herself across the mat, until the bottom rope was tantalizingly close.  The blonde threw out her left arm as far as she could extend it, the tips of her fingers narrowly brushing the cable.  But be it an inch or a yard, if the wrestler failed to reach it, the referee would not come to her relief.

Suddenly Kaley gave a choked sob and her arm dropped to the mat.  The ref raised it once...twice...thrice...and each time it flopped limply down.  It was then that the bell was called for, and the match was officially over.

Seeing one of the ringside cameras right in front of them Patton, still laying atop her foe's now unmoving body, released her hold and grabbed her beaten rival by her disheveled golden mane, tilting Cuoco's head up so that her face could be seen fully by the lens, displaying her half-closed and glazed eyes, her half-open slackjawed mouth, and the trickle of drool from the corner of her lips.  Smiling with supreme satisfaction, Candice cooed to the camera, "That's right, take a look...this is what happens when the better woman wins!"

***

Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Kristin Kreuk




Kristin scrambled on her hands and knees to the ropes, wrapping her arms around the middle cable for refuge.  The referee instantly ordered Sarah to get back, which frustrated the blonde to no end, as she was in the midst of an offensive assault that, she was confident, would finish off her rival soon enough.

As Gellar argued with the ref to make the brunette release the ropes and resume the match, Kreuk deftly reached down into the cleavage of her suit, where she had sewn a small pocket.  When she pulled her fingers out, they were clutching a small metal cylinder, three inches long and 3/4 of an inch thick.  She wrapped her right hand around it as she balled her fist, holding it tight within her grasp.

Her patience exhausted, the blonde now elbowed the ref aside and grabbed Kristin by the hair to haul her away from the ropes.  But suddenly the dark-haired battler spun around, swinging her right arm.  Her fist slamming into Sarah's chest, just left of center and above her breast.

In ordinary circumstances, Kreuk's "Heartbreaker" heart punch could be devastatingly effective.  But now, bolstered by the makeshift 'brass knuckles' in her hand, it hit with the force of a sledgehammer!  Gellar let out a sharp yelp and then a low moan as she staggered backward, her eyes suddenly glazed.  She didn't collapse to the mat, but she was clearly stunned by the blow.

Another punch or two, and the blonde would be wiped out and finished.  But Kristin wasn't about to let her hated nemesis off of the hook so easily.  Standing up, she took Sarah by the arm and led her stumbling to the center of the ring.  There, standing alongside Gellar, Kreuk threw her left arm behind her opponent's back to help hold her up.  They faced that side of the arena, a wide smile on Kristin's face that bespoke the glee she was feeling at this moment.  A few moments later, she swung her right fist around and smashed another heart punch to Sarah's chest...not a full-force blow, but just enough to keep her reeling.

Kreuk then turned the pair to position them faced the next side of the arena, and it became obvious that she was going to subject this punishment on Gellar enough times for every SMG fan in the stadium to be made to witness it with their own eyes.  The brunette waited until Sarah began to recover from her stupor, but then she unleashed yet another punch.  The blonde's legs trembled, but with her tormentor holding her up, she could not fall to the canvas.

Once again, Kristin turned the two of them to face the next side of the audience, and once again, just as the blonde was gathering her wits, another heart punch rendered her dazed.

By now, the cascade of boos from the fans was deafening, but Kreuk kept on smiling as if she were beloved by all.  She held Sarah up next to her, the blonde's head lolling side to side, her eyes glassy and unfocused, a tear trickling down her right cheek.  Already the flesh where the blows had repeatedly struck was purpling into an angry bruise.

The brunette threw one more punch, this time with as much force as she could muster, even as she released her hold on Sarah.  The impact from the strike lifted Gellar up off of her feet and sent her sailing backward, until she dropped with a heavy thud to the mat and lay there, starfished and senseless.

Expertly tucking her illegal weapon down between her breasts again, Kristen casually dropped to her knees and casually laid her body across that of Sarah, not even bothering to hook a leg as the referee counted to three and called for the bell.

[Jackflash Jump]

What else can be said, my friend, except that was fabulous!  

[Dario]

Really  a masterpiece, totally exciting. Love it.
Ir would be wonderfull to read a rematch or a part II,  Many thanks.

[Ginny38]

... it would be wonderfull to read a rematch or a part II,  Many thanks.

I agree! Rematch or Pt 2. (Why not post Part 2....then use that result to justify a REMATCH? You can satisfy TWICE as many readers that way.

[Jackflash Jump]

We're going to count down to the New Year with three fantastic Walkin' Dude tales, one each day!  Let's ring out the old year and welcome the new the right way...with amazing celeb combat!  

Taylor Swift vs Zendaya Coleman
"Good Girls Don't Draw"

    The match was labeled a Leg Battle the instant it was announced.

   Of course it was. Taylor Swift versus Zendaya was always going to be a Leg Battle, but the promoters made damned sure everyone knew it by referring to the impending contest as A Showdown Among Superlative Stems, A Gammy Gauntlet for the Ages and other similarly breathless hyperbole in the initial press release. This admittedly narrow focus earned the ire of Swifties and Zen-diehards alike but no one in the femfight press, be it digital or print, ever once apologized for their presentation due to one undeniable fact. Marquee Match-Up though it was (they’d never shared a ring before) there simply wasn’t the usual interest among casual fans because, well, both fighters were just too damned nice.

   Oh, Swift had nerves of steel and shown occasional flashes of savagery, but these displays were almost exclusively limited to her blood feud with Kendall Jenner and a couple matches with Karen Gillan. As for Zendaya, she was featured much less prominently in MCU press material than the likes of Scarlett Johansson, Brie Larson and even Hailee Steinfeld not because her record wasn’t impressive (she possessed the second best win-loss record in the Marvel stable for 2021) but because she’d yet to establish a genuine feud with any of her adversaries.

   In truth, Swift v. Coleman was a match-up between good girls and in the words of one reporter who wished to remain anonymous, “No one gives a shit about two good girls wrestling. Hell, neither of them has said so much as an unkind word about the other. Knowing them they’ll wrestle for thirty minutes, never go for a single submission, then shake hands and hug when the time runs out. F*cking boring, man.”

   What actually transpired goes to show why such observations should always be taken with a grain of salt. Because come Fight Night this nameless prognosticator was wrong on all counts. Taylor and Zendaya wrestled for thirty-seven minutes, the number of submission attempts was well over two dozen and there were certainly no handshakes or hugs in the aftermath.

   It did start with a handshake, however viewers immediately noted that both wrestlers seemed antsy and listless during the brief exchange. Perfunctory though it was, that handshake turned out to be the most civil moment of the whole bout as things grew much less so the moment they locked up. Swift took control of their first clench with a Headlock she quickly converted into a Takedown to bring her younger foe to the canvas. Zendaya answered with a Headscissors that earned a loud cheer from her fans and claws from Swift, the blonde raking her nails down Coleman’s thigh to break the hold.

   Second clench was a mirror of the first, with Zendaya landing the Headlock Takedown only to taste Swift’s Scissors in return. Taylor must’ve expected a similar response because she grabbed one of the brunette’s wrists, then let out a surprised shriek when Zendaya chomped down on her thigh! This broke the Scissors and brought both ladies to their feet for a nose to nose shouting match that quickly broke down into shoves, slaps and an aggressive Single Leg Takedown, Swift to Coleman.

   To fully describe the next forty minutes is outside the scope of these notes, all you really need to know is that Taylor focused her ire on the brunette’s knees whereas Zendaya’s attention honed in on her blonde’s thighs. Holds included Boston Crabs, Half Crabs, STF’s, Figure Four Leglocks, Muta Locks, Deathlocks both Indian, Scorpion and from many other environs. Then there were Wishbones, Hammy Clamps, Romero Stomps, Calf Slicers, the seldom seen Iron Lotus and yes, even plain old Stamps and Elbow Drops to calves, knees, thighs and buttocks.

   The first-time opponents didn’t wrestle like good girls. They wrestled like girls with a longstanding grudge.

   Control was mercurial to say the least and both grapplers seemed on the verge of victory a handful of times. A Figure Eight, Swift to Coleman had the Zen-diehards roaring ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ while their heroine stifled sobs by biting down on the inside of her right elbow-pad. But only moments later the tables were turned and it was the Swifties pleading for their Queen to hang on while Zendaya tortured her inner thighs with the Iron Lotus.

   When the end did come, it was as abrupt, aggressive and yes, mean-spirited as the thirty-six minutes that preceded it. Both women were down on all fours, having just started to recover from an exchange of Big Boots that’d left them looking up at the lights for the better part of the official’s standing ten count. A bit closer to the ropes than her new rival, Swift crawled in that direction presumably to regain her feet. Alas she hadn’t counted on Coleman giving chase or rather, throwing herself atop the blonde’s lower back.

   Tummy snug against Swift’s right hip, the brunette threaded her right arm around the inside of Taylor’s left thigh and grabbed hold of her own right wrist to bolster the grip that hand had just secured on Swift’s calf. With those hooks sank deep, Zendaya tumbled onto her back and deftly threaded her own legs around Taylor’s right shin to craaaaaaank that stem in one direction while she pulled the blonde’s left leg as hard as she could.

   Swift shrieked to shake the rafters, both hands flying to her hair before departing in a valiant but ultimately doomed effort to cover the center of her spangly gold trunks. The response of the respective fan bases was as deafening as it was divided, with the mingled roars of concern and triumph soon giving way to a two part chant of ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ and ‘TAP OUT TAY-TAY!’

   Zendaya was shouting something herself and while the noise drowned out the actual audio, careful lip reading suggested it was something along the lines of ‘Submit, goddamn you! Tap out you bitch!’

   But Swift did not, whether through the combined efforts of her fans or the previously mentioned iron reserves, the blonde braced both elbows on the mat and proceeded to drag their combined weight in the direction of the ropes. She was perhaps six inches from sanctuary when Zendaya freed her left hand and began pounding Hammer Fists into her opponent’s crotch! 

   Taylor howled  and tried to cover up, but Coleman had already switched over to a splay-fingered claw grip. Swift held on for another ten seconds or so only to nod furiously when the pain threatened to overwhelm everything else. The bell sounded at once and Zendaya broke the hold just as quickly, though her hopes for a traditional victory celebration were dashed when she tried to rise and both knees gave out. Crumpling to all fours beside the exhausted blonde, Zendaya grabbed a handful of hair, lifted Swift’s noggin off the canvas and stuck an index finger in her face to deliver some hissed warning and a sharp slap to Taylor’s mouth.

   In terms of piling on it was really quite mild but the Swifties would’ve rioted if Tay’s team hadn’t cradled her to safety before Coleman could deliver any more punishment. In the aftermath neither wrestler could or would offer any concrete explanation as to why their blood went bad as quickly and emphatically as it did, instead noting they’d ‘Let the ring reveal the truth.’

   Now, with the rematch only hours away, all eyes are locked on the squared circle and what might come to light within its confines.

   And no one’s said a word about being bored.

[Jackflash Jump]

The second match from The Walkin' Dude, as we count down to the end of 2021 with style!

Vanessa Hudgens vs Keira Knightley
"Not Like This"

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Vanessa did the dominating. The posing. The preening.

Celebrity Ring Online had recently dubbed her Instagram feed ‘A veritable catalogue of victory
poses’, while BRUNETTE! noted ‘Flyweight fans, Hudgens’ Tik-Tok is the best guilty pleasure out
there when you just NEED to see your favorite fighter slapped, smothered, covered or stripped. Even
BLONDE! had grudgingly admitted, ‘If you absolutely must follow a brunette on social media, make it
Vanessa Hudgens’.

She was a winner. She WON.

And when she did occasionally lose, there was so little left of the winner that she could celebrate
with no more than a raised hand or an exhausted nod.

No, it wasn’t supposed to be like this at all. She was supposed to be strutting for the cameras while
everyone drank in her opponent’s humiliation.

Yet here she was, curled up in a near fetal ball on the spotlighted warmed canvas, drenched in
sweat and unable to do anything about the massive wedgie that’d reduced her gleaming white briefs by a
good two-thirds because both arms were strapped tight across the battered, aching expanse of her
midsection. It was supposed to be HER NAME echoing in the rafters when the end came, her opponent
sobbing a dispirited ‘Nononononononono!’ at the sound of wrestling boots padding in her direction.
Vanessa Hudgens punished. She did not plead... until the blonde reached down and filled one
hand with her dark, damp hair.

“No! No Keira, stop!” the brunette barely recognized her own voice as Knightley doubled down
on the hair-hold and hauled Hudgens to a sullen verticality.

“Stop? Why would I stop?” Keira’s voice was carefree and airy, utterly at odds with the pitiless
sadism she’d demonstrated since the opening bell. “You didn’t submit while I was greeting my fans, did
you?”

“Show-off bitch!” ‘Nessa grunted as the Englishwoman abruptly yanked her head from side to
side. “You’re gonna wish you’d never OOOOFFFHHH!”

Sidled in on Hudgens’ right, Keira pumped a Kneelift into the brunette’s belly to cut out the sass,
then hooked her left arm around Vanessa’s right bicep to pull that arm backward in an oddly applied sort
of Chickenwing. In the next instant she hunkered down, pressed her right shoulder into the curve of
Vanessa’s butt and hooked her right arm around the other wrestler’s right shin. These humble
preparations earned a boisterous roar from the small, but sold out crowd when Knightley straightened up
and muscled Vanessa across her shoulders with seemingly no effort whatsoever!

LA REINERA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvMgS-ulyjY

“OOOOOHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!” Hudgens wailed in agony as Keira set out on a sprightly
circuit of the squared circle, one she paused every several steps to either jostle her jiggling victim or to
puuuuuuull down on Hudgens’ captured right arm and bundled legs. Pleased to find her foe holding
on after one full lap, Knightley made her way to the middle of the ring, then dipped into a deep squat that
only exacerbated the pain on Vanessa’s aching back!

“I’m not one for gym selfies or sharing workout secrets,” Keira noted even as she turned in a half
circle to better show Hudgens to the other side of the ring during her next squat, “but something tells me
this could garner some pretty serious interest. Don’t you agree?”

“Fuck you!” ‘Nessa had hoped to sound defiant but all she heard was seething petulance. “Yuuhhh... you
got lucky, that’s all!”

“Lucky? But I haven’t won yet...have I?”

The sly confidence in Knightley’s voice made Vanessa’s blood run cold. “Hell no! You’re not
gonna win a goddamned thingGAAAAHHHHH OOOOOOOOOHHHHH STAAAAAAAAHHHP!” But
Keira, who had begun to spin around in a tight, nauseating circle, did no such thing. Instead she
maintained her revolting rotations for almost fifteen seconds before Hudgens finally bawled, “STOPPIT!
STOPPIT! STOPPIT! I SUBMIT!”

Knightley slowed to a halt at the sound of the bell, though she made no effort to relinquish the
hold. “I must say, that was a bit disappointing. All that yammering in the press conference suggested
you’d be made of sterner stuff.” the blonde sniffed. “I suppose you’d like me to put you down?”

“Yuuuuuhhh.... yes.” Vanessa gurgled. “It’s over. You win.”

“I see. And what are you willing to trade for your freedom?”

“Whuuuu...what? Nothing, just let me go!”

“Oh no, you were far too rude beforehand to enjoy such civility now. I ask again, sweet Nessa,
what do you offer in trade?”

Vanessa swallowed a lump in her throat roughly the size of a boulder. “What... what do you
want?”

“Clever girl. Hmmmmmhhhh... I do believe I’d like to see you crawl from this ring on all fours.
Does that sound fair?”

“Fuck no, I’ll never do it!”

“Well, I could always place you over my knee and get to spanking. Lucy Hale shamed you in such
a fashion once, if I’m not mistaken. Had the audience count up over a hundred by the time she was
finished, I wonder if my shoulder’s strong enough to reach two hundred? I wonder if your pert little arse
is strong enough to--”

“I’LL CRAWL!” Hudgens blubbered, the nightmare scenario of another prolonged paddling too
much to bear. “I’LL CRAWL, KIERA! JUST DON’T SPANK ME!”

“I appreciate the sincerity, but I believe I’ve changed my mind.”

Knightley dipped forward and slung Hudgens off her shoulders, leaving the brunette to hit the mat
with a heavy THUD. Just like that she stepped over and sat down, Keira settling into a prim seat on
Vanessa’s chest that saw the point of the loser’s chin pressed to the fork of her crotch. Thighs snug
against Hudgens’ cheeks, Knightley tapped the tip of her foe’s nose with an index finger and said, “You
want your freedom, little loudmouth? All you have to do is meet my gaze for ten seconds.” Vanessa’s
face crumpled in humiliation, but she nodded once. “Very good! Eyes on me now! One... two... three...
four...”

Vanessa sobbed and looked away, the confidence in Keira’s dark eyes was like sandpaper across
her soul. She had just long enough to mumble “Please,” and then Knightley buried both hands in her hair
and forced the brunette’s bleary face into the center of her simple black briefs.

Stoic and sly for the previous twenty minutes, Keira broke into a loud, girlish laugh as she
scrubbed ‘Nessa into a sobbing unconsciousness. “And here I thought you could wrestle!” the blonde
giggled. “Turns out you’re really only good for tawdry post-bell amusements! Still, it’s nice that you can
play to your strengths.” Pushing to one knee several seconds after she was sated and Hudgens consigned
to the defeated dark, Keira made like she might relieve the brunette of her top only to take ‘Nessa’s belly-
button stud instead.

Once she was on her feet she held it up to the lights like a prospector inspecting a rare gem. “Yes,
this will do quite nicely, I believe. And if Vanessa ever wants to reclaim it,” the blonde nudged her foe’s
face to one side with the toe of one boot, then set her sole atop that slumbering cheek, “she’s more than
welcome to try.”

[BloodySam]

Hudgens/Knightley's a special New Year's Eve treat! Love the descriptions of Vanessa's psychological plight!

[Jackflash Jump]

Happy New Year to All!

As Midnight approaches, here is the third and final match from our very own Baby New Year, The Walkin' Dude.  Enjoy!

Neve Campbell vs Katharine McPhee
"Tucked in for the Night"

Kat was strong.

Neve couldn’t deny it, McPhee knew how to apply a Bodyscissors in conjunction with a Full
Nelson, especially when Campbell was seated on the edge of the California King bed that served as
tonight’s battleground. Grimacing as Kat straightened her legs while sending another strong constriction
through her thighs, the veteran wriggled her arms in the hope of snatching a handful of her attacker’s long
ha--“Rrrrrggggggghhhhhh!” Campbell snarled in quiet pain when McPhee answered with a sharp hair
pull of her own.

“What’s the matter hon, getting frustrated?” Kat giggled as she used the double fistful of dark
locks to force Neve’s chin a little deeper into the top of her own décolletage. “Want me to drag you back
to the middle of the bed? Maybe you’ll do better th--”

Now it was McPhee’s turn to growl as Campbell finally caught hold of the younger woman’s hair.

“I’m fine right here, cupcake.” Neve huffed as she tried to liberate a small patch of Kat’s scalp. “But if
you can’t work a Scissors while dealing with a hair pull I can throw you off and we’ll reset in the middle
of the beGGRRRHHHHHH!”

McPhee halved the Nelson so she could reach around for a big, gaudy handful of Neve’s left
breast! “Who do you think you’re talking to, huh?” Kat hissed in Campbell’s ear even as she worked that
orb like a stress-ball. “You think I’m Nat Lind, mouth writing checks my ass can’t cash? Don’t think so,
cougar. I don’t lose on the bed, I use girls up, then tuck ‘em in for the night.” She paused long enough to
switch over to Neve’s right breast. “Even when they’re tired old girls like you.”

Campbell bared her teeth, pulled Kat’s hair a little harder and set her feet against the carpet in
anticipation of what came next. “Keep running your mouth, jiggles. We’ll see who’s up past her
bedtime.”

Neve was strong.

Kat couldn’t deny it, not when the older wrestler was stretched out atop her chest in a perfect
tummy-on-tits Crossbody. McPhee’s right arm was currently caught between the Canadian’s thighs,
which meant she could only swat and occasionally rake Neve’s bunched glutes. Her left hand was
similarly secured in a double Wristlock, that whole arm drawn away from her torso so that the curvy
powerhouse was stretched out in ‘T’ shape with Campbell’s strong, pale bod serving as a reinforced
crossbar. Huffing under Neve’s oppressive weight, Kat set her feet against the comforter and pushed up
hard, but the resulting bridge wasn’t high enough under Campbell to do more than rock her in place.

Neve saw the frustration on Kat’s face and she smiled. “What was that, you trying to get out?
Afraid you’ll have to do better than that, big girl.” She emphasized this point by rising up, then thumping
down against McPhee’s chest in a miniature Splash.

“I wouldn’t talk so much if I were you, old woman.” Kat growled. “You’re gonna need all the air
you can manage when I’ve got you huffing and puffing against my juggSSSSEEERRRRHHHHHH,
BITCH!”

Campbell pulled her right hand away from wrist-control duty and reached beneath her own tummy
to help herself to a huge handful of McPhee’s left tit.

“These juggs right here?” Neve was all smiles as Kat beat her heels against the comforter.

“They’re not going to do anything but collect scratches, honey. See?” She squeezed harder and turned her
wrist, looking for all the world like a woman trying to prize the lid from a particularly stubborn jar.

“BITCH!” Kat’s furious shout echoed off the walls of the cavernous master bedroom. “I’M
GONNA JUG YOU RIGHT THE FUCK OUT!”

Kat was strong.

Neve couldn’t deny it. Before the match she would’ve bet good money on McPhee tapping out to
her Headscissors in ninety seconds, but she’d squeezing the other woman’s skull for at least three minutes
and she was still fighting. Campbell might’ve been able to speed the big brunette’s surrender if she turned
her over, but Neve would have to loosen the Scissors to do so and she didn’t want to risk McPhee sliding
free. So instead she tightened her grip on Kat’s wrists and pulled up on the double Hammerlock to keep
the other fighter’s hands trapped between her shoulders. In the same breath she went up on tiptoe and
dropped down once, twice, three times, each truncated impact thumping her glutes into the back of
McPhee’s skull.

Kat groaned. then wriggled from side to side, but the combination of Standing Headscissors and
Hammerlocks meant she remained facedown with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. “Hey, can
you see my heels down there?” Campbell asked as she poured on the pressure. “I know I wore them in,
but I can’t remember if I kicked them under the bed before I started kicking your ass.”

“Cuuuuuhhhh.... can you safely wear heels at your age, old woman?” Kat grunted. “I thought
someone like you would prefer a nice orthopedic NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!
OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!”

Neve shifted both of McPhee’s wrists to her left hand so she could curve the right into a paddle
and swat the hell out of her opponent’s squirming buttocks! “I know you’re just cranky because you’re
getting tired.” Campbell noted over the crisp SPANK of palm on glute. “Still, that doesn’t mean I’ll
tolerate any disrespect.”

“Oh, just stick it up your assSAAAAARRRRGGGHH YOU MEAN BITCH!”

Neve stopped slapping and started scraping, the Canadian legend dragging her nails over Kat’s
cheeks, then her flanks and back to her cheeks again.

“Ready to go to bed then, Kat? I can tuck you in whenever you’d like.”
Neve was strong.

Kat was on top, but she wasn’t in control, not by a long shot.

Staring up into the tasteful overhead lights that illuminated the master bedroom, Kat couldn’t do
much more than rock in place as Campbell punished her with a combination Full Nelson and Double Leg
Grapevine. Shins snug against the younger brunette’s calves, Neve stretched her foe’s legs that much
wider while simultaneously thrusting her hips against Kat’s glutes to add even more strain to her inner
thighs.

“What were you telling me earlier?” Neve used a double handful of hair to wrench McPhee’s head
from side to side. “You don’t lose on the bed? I’m not sure how to break this to you, but--”
“Shut up!” Kat rasped. She fought to raise her own hips in hopes of slamming a Butt Bomb into
Campbell’s tummy, but the veteran mirrored her movements, then wrenched the Grapevine even wider to
put those thoughts from McPhee’s mind.

“Let go!” Kat whined. “Let go and I’ll smother you face to faceHHHHRRRGGGHHHH!”
Neve actually did release the other brunette, albeit only the Full Nelson and only to reach under
Kat’s arms so she could ‘smeck’ those greedy hands down on McPhee’s jostling juggs!
“We’re cheek to cheek, isn’t that close enough?” Neve nuzzled close and continued to knead
while Kat tried to pull those clutching hands away. “It’s not my fault you can’t smother me even when
you’re on top.”

“JUST WAIT!” McPhee couldn’t keep the desperation from her voice as the combination of leg-
exhaustion and jugg domination brought her to the brink of panic. “I’LL RACK YOU INTO

RETIREMENT, NEVE! TITTY SLAP TKO, HAG! YOU’LL DISAPPEAR UNDER MY
OOOOOOOHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAWD!”

Campbell switched from Grapevine to Bodyscissors in the blink of an eye to squeeeeeeeeeeeze
Kat’s waist while continuing to mug and maul her chest.

“The only thing disappearing tonight is this bawdy, tuff girl act of yours.” Neve hissed as she put
some serious strain on McPhee’s sturdy midnight blue fightin’ bra. “Now are you going to submit? Or are
you going to sleep?”

Kat was finished.

Neve knew it, even though she hadn’t tapped out.

The veteran was settled on her left side, both arms around Kat’s waist, her tummy snug against
McPhee’s broad back and both legs threaded oh so tight around the younger wrestler’s skull. As for Kat,
she was sprawled on her right side, that hand halfheartedly pulling at the arms coiled around her gut while
the left fitfully swatted Neve’s right thigh. Her legs didn’t do much of anything save for some exhausted,
semi-aware bicycling that occasionally sped up when the Canadian gouged the point of her chin into one
vulnerable buttock.

Resting her left cheek atop the other brunette’s right thigh, Neve straightened her legs so she could
compress Kat’s head while also inspecting the digital thermostat by the door. “Thermostat says it’s
seventy-two in here tuff girl, but your bra and panties are soaked through with quit sweat. I think it’s time
you went to bed.”

“Nuuuuuhhh... noooo!” Kat’s voice was equal parts plaintive and muffled by the crushing
presence of Neve’s thighs. She wriggled her hips, then cried out in boozy outrage when Campbell leaned
down and playfully nipped one buttock!

“No?” Neve sounded politely incredulous. “But there’s nothing left for us to do! Unless...should I
work over your rack, sleepy girl?”

The vet loosened the Waistlock, lifted her hands to McPhee’s gurls and began to punish them with
cruel, cup-crushing intensity.

Kat shuddered from end to end as she began to bawl in exhausted shame. “Luuuuhhhh...
leave’emalone! Leave my tits alone, bitch!”

“Well ok, but that means I have to spank your bottom.”

Campbell scaled back the jugg mugging so she could paddle, jiggle and generally abuse the
younger fighter’s usually domineering backside.

Kat endured for perhaps ten seconds before the last of her reserves finally crumpled. “Submit!”
she burbled. “Submit, Neve!”

“I understand, we’re up well past your bedtime.” Neve teased. “You ready to get tucked in?”

“NO!” McPhee wailed. “NO NEVE, DON’T SIT ON MY MMMPPPPGGGGHHHHAAAAAHHH!”

Campbell rotated from the Headscissors into a heavy Reverse Face Sit that sealed Big Kat’s
mouth and nose against the veteran’s undercarriage.

“There you go, tucked in nice and tight.” Neve pressed her hands to McPhee’s belly even as the
other brunette’s breath sucked against her briefs. Bouncing in her seat while Kat’s flailing resistance gave
way to humiliated weeping, Campbell allowed herself several deep breaths before finally pushing off the
now slumbering catfighter.

Padding across the room, she helped herself to a robe and bottled water, both of which she availed
herself in short order. Much improved once she was dressed and at least partially hydrated, the veteran
headed to the door leading to the living room only to pause halfway through.

“Good night, big girl. Better luck next time.” Then she flicked off the lights and closed the door to
plunge Kat into another layer of darkness.