[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.

[boobytrap]

Eilish vs Minaj
A Finish Her Story

Billie Eilish
5’3” 134lbs 20 y/o

Nicki Minaj
5’2” 137lbs 39 y/o

“I thought you were the new hotness?” mocked Nicki as her palm cupped Billie’s dangling right breast.

Billie had wanted Nicki Minaj. The freshly turned 20-year-old had wracked up an impressive undefeated start to her fighting career and after a dominant win against Selena Gomez, she figured she was ready for a step up. So, she told her team she wanted Minaj. They tried to talk her out of it. They told her that Zendaya was interested. That Chloe Moretz would do it. Just pick someone who was a rational, responsible fighter. But Billie wanted Nicki.

After twelve minutes, Billie no longer wanted any part of Nicki Minaj. The rapper had employed the usual dose of hairpulling, slapping, and clawing that Billie had come to expect from a catfight. But the amount of titmauling and cxntbusing she experienced took the popstar by surprise. Twelve minutes in, and she was face down on the floor, her top shredded to pieces, her pussy getting pounded over and over again by Nicki’s knees, and her right breast getting absolutely crushed.

THUNK THUNK THUNK

Nicki’s knee continued to pound away at Billie’s mound. The pop star sobbed. Nicki used her free hand to take a handful of blonde hair and forced Billie’s face up off of the ground. Eilish had never looked like this. Desperate. Degraded. Destroyed.

Minaj leaned into Billie’s ear and said, “You might be tough fuckin’ around with all them Disney bitches. But next to me you ain’t shit, got it?”

Billie let out a moan and replied, “Mmmm… yeeeesssss…”

“Who owns this cxnt?” Nicki asked, her knee continuing to pound away.

“Ughnfff…. Nicki Minaj,” Billie said.

“And who owns these tits?”

“Nicki… Minaj.”

“And who owns this hair?”

“N… Nicki… M… Minaj.”

“And who owns you, ho?”

Billie bursted into tears again as she cried out, “NICKI MINAJ!!!”

Nicki let go of Billie’s hair and tit. She rose to her feet, looking down at her handiwork. She planted her foot on Billie’s ass and dug her heel in one last time for good measure. Then she stomped out of the room, leaving the young formerly unbeaten pop star to reckon with the fact that she wasn’t quite the unbeatable badass she thought she was.

Loved this! Always happy to see Minaj on this board. Thank you for writing this!

[Golden Goddess]

Loved this! Always happy to see Minaj on this board. Thank you for writing this!

Same! Love seeing a good Minaj story around here!

[BloodySam]

Neve Campbell taking out Kat Mc Phee was a treat, too! Kat's a truly underrated "big girl" - and it was fun to read her struggling against Neve's veteran tactics...

[the_walkin_dude]

Neve Campbell taking out Kat Mc Phee was a treat, too! Kat's a truly underrated "big girl" - and it was fun to read her struggling against Neve's veteran tactics...

Glad you liked it, Sam. I'm of the mind that Kat could've won the match, she simply allowed herself to get frazzled by Neve's strategies at the worst possible time. And yeah, McPhee's an extremely solid fighting image, she's fun to write for win or lose.

Thanks as well for the kind words on Keira  / Vanessa. I'd wager Hudgens is one who wins most of her bouts, but I latched onto the idea of her perhaps taking Keira too lightly and then getting absolutely buzzsawed for it.

And thanks as always to Flash for posting. Much obliged, good sir.

Happy belated New Year, everyone.

~rf

[Jackflash Jump]

Hollywood Wrestling Alliance

Flashback:  WrestleBowl '77

Chicago International Amphitheater

January 2, 1977

The Landers Sisters vs the Barnstable Twins



Being identical twins, Cyb and Patricia Barnstable had taken full use of that fact in the match, each twin frequently slipping in and out of the ring to relieve the other without the benefit of a legal tag, and without the referee catching them.  That kept them far fresher than their opponents, which meant that the Landers sisters were often at a disadvantage.

Finally fed up with their opponents' rulebreaking, Judy took matters into her own hands; while sister Audrey was battling in the ring with Patricia, her sibling dashed around the outside of the ring and yanked the startled Cyb down off of the apron, and the two brawled at ringside.

Eventually, Cyb took control of the slugfest, leaning Judy backwards against the steel ring barrier and hammering away at her chest and stomach.  But Barnstable was so focused on dishing out punishment to her adversary, she failed to pay attention to the actual match in the ring.  There, sister Patricia was in serious trouble as Audrey was in full control.  The twin shrieked for her sister to come to her aid as Landers scooped her up and slammed her to the canvas, then flipped her rival onto her belly and snared her in a Boston Crab.  Patricia hollared for help, and only then did Cyb take note of her distress.  The twin turned away from Judy and tried to dive into the ring under the bottom rope, but Judy still had the wherewithal to grab Barnstable by the ankle and yank her back out.  Meantime, Patricia could take the torture to her spine no longer, and she tapped out her submission.

Jaclyn Smith vs Cheryl Tiegs



The two exhausted combatants faced one another in the middle of the ring, trading forearm blows to their chests as each swayed on unsteady legs, threatening to topple to the canvas at any moment.

Jaclyn landed a another smash with a heavy thud, then shifted tactics; the brunette whirled about and dashed to the ropes, intent on bounding off of them for momentum and then coming at her opponent with a flying crossbody.

However, Cheryl sprinted after her adversary, so that when Smith hit the ropes and turned around, she was shocked to find the blonde right there, who met her with a knee lift to the belly.

Hands clutching her abdomen, the gasping brunette collapsed to her knees, but didn't remain there long as Tiegs took Smith by the arm and hair and pulled her back up to her feet; as they faced one another, Cheryl doubled Jaclyn over with a knife hand finger thrust to her still-aching belly, then pulled the brunette's arms behind her for a double underhook Butterfly, and from there Tiegs drops to her own knees, pulling Smith down with her, and slamming Jaclyn's pan into the mat with a facebuster.

Badly dazed, the brunette was a ragdoll as her blonde adversary rolled her over and covered her for the three count.

Morgan Fairchild vs Jane Seymour



The blonde craftily kept turning herself so that her back remained to the referee, and thus he could not see that not only was the side headlock which Morgan was applying to Jane was in actuality a chokehold, but that Fairchild was also punishing her opponent by grinding a knuckle from her free hand into the shrieking brunette's right eye!

Finally releasing her hold, the blonde Irish Whipped the embattled Brit into the corner, then charged at her for a splash.  But Seymour managed to raise her right leg in time for the sole of her boot to smash into her onrushing adversary's face.  Morgan spun away, her hands frantically touching her face to make certain none of her gorgeousness was marred by the blow.  Then, with a furious glint in her eyes, she whirled around in order to resume her attack...but what she found was that Jane had recovered enough to emerge from the corner and deliver an Atomic Elbow smash to the forehead of Fairchild, leaving her wobbly-legged.

The brunette then whips the blonde into the corner and, mounting the bottom ropes to gain some height, Seymour then starts pounding punches to Morgan's face, the crowd happily counting along as she reaches ten.  A swift Monkeyflip later, and Fairchild found herself splayed on the mat in center ring.  A leg drop by Jane across the chest, followed by a rollup, and a three count seals the blonde's defeat.

TAG TITLE MATCH: Farrah Fawcett Majors & Cheryl Ladd vs Deidre Hall & Judy Strangis



From the ring apron, Judy stomped her foot and clapped her hands in order to encourage her partner to hold out against the Texas Cloverleaf which Farrah had Deidre trapped in, but from the look on the brunette's face, it was clear she realized the odds were against her partner.

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the ring, Cheryl's face was a mask of assurity that the battle would soon be over.  The challengers had given the Champs a real run, but once against Ladd and Fawcett-Majors had proven themselves the better team.

Unable to withstand the pain any longer, Hall slapped her palm repeatedly to the canvas to signal her submission, and after Cheryl joined her partner in the ring, the belts were once more placed around their waists.

8 WOMAN BATTLE ROYAL:  Susan Anton, Barbi Benton, Joanna Cameron, Tamara Dobson, Vonetta McGee, Pamela Sue Martin, Caroline Munro, Ornella Muti



With the winner promised a guaranteed title shot at the World Champion, the stakes were high, and all eight women brawled without let-up.  The order of those eliminated were:  Martin, Cameron, Muti, McGee and Munro.  Sharp-eyed fans had taken note of the fact that Benton had also been ejected from the ring, but not over the top rope as required, but rather between the top and middle.  Thus, although she cannily stayed at ringside, she was still a legal combatant.

Finally the last two women left standing in the ring were Anton and Dobson.  Ordinarily, the 5'11" Susan was the giant in any match, but now she squared off against the 6'2" Tamara.  The two statuesque beauties threw themselves at one another, each determined to conquer the other and win.  After several minutes, the two exhausted Amazons were struggling wearily near the ropes, when suddenly from the other side of the ring, Barbi slid in under the ropes.  Before Tamara and Susan had any idea what was happening, Benton nailed them both with a dual dropkick, sending both women tumbling over the top rope to the arena floor before, and leaving Barbi as the sole survivor of the battle royal.

WORLD TITLE MATCH:  Jayne Kennedy vs Lynda Carter



The battle between the Champion and the Challenger was nearing the one hour mark, as Lynda and Jayne battled one another in what, no matter who won, is without a doubt a truly epic contest.

Champ Carter had already long broken her rival's pledge to beat her and take the belt within fifteen minutes.  But Kennedy had thus far managed to take the title holder to her longest defense ever, and the question now was, which beauty's endurance can outlast the other?

Calling upon her last dregs of strength, Lynda was on the offensive, taking her opponent to the mat repeatedly with a dizzying flurry of Flying Hair Mares, then pulling Kennedy up by her ebony locks and, with an Amazonian roar, Carter scooped up her challenger and bodyslammed her to the mat.  That left Jayne dazed and moaning on the canvas, as Carter dashed to a corner and scaled the turnbuckles, mere moments away from finishing off the contender with the Champ's 'Star Spangled Splash' end move.

But Kennedy was not as hapless as the Champ had believed, and even as Lynda climbed to the top of the corner, Jayne sat up and struggled back to her feet.  Carter turned around and positioned herself in a crouch balanced atop the ropes just in time to see her adversary rushing at her.

Caught by surprise, Lynda was unable to prevent Jayne from grasping her and lifting her off of the turnbuckles.  Then, in a spectacular display of sheer raw power, Kennedy held her rival up over her head in a Gorilla Press as she moved swiftly to the center of the ring.  And it was there that Jayne slammed Lynda to the mat with force enough to shake the entire ring!

The Champ lay there starfished, heavy lids half-covering her glazed eyes as she moaned in a heavy daze.  But Kennedy did not go for the pin.  Instead, adding insult to injury with a case of 'Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better', the statuesque beauty now scaled the corner, positioned herself atop the ropes, and with a cackle of smug satisfaction, flung herself into the air as she perfectly executed Carter's own finisher.  Jayne's body splashed down upon that of Lynda, who let out an agonized gasp as the air was smashed from her lungs.

Lynda's multitude of fans hoped against hope that she might yet escape as Kennedy wearily rolled the burnette up for the pin.  Astonishingly, in spite of the pounding she had endured, Carter still attempted to kick out, but with Jayne lifting a leg to better secure the pin, Lynda in her spent state lacked the strength to power out.  Three seconds later, the HWA had a new Champion!

Rising up off of her beaten rival, placed a boot contemptuously on the heaving chest of Lynda as the referee wrapped the ten pounds of leather and gold around Kennedy's waist.

[wheelman]

Thats what I call a "blast from the past"! Nice work Jackflash.

[Nicole S]

Jayne Mansfield VS Sophia Loren

Romanoff's Restaurant, April 1957

Jayne Mansfield was known for her publicity stunts, with her rather infamous bosom playing a key role in a majority of said stunts. She would always shove her 40 inch bust - five inches more than even the well-endowed Marilyn Monroe herself could claim - into any conversation whenever she was on camera, especially if that conversation included one Miss Sophia Loren. Oh, that Sophia Loren. Of course, when Mansfield learned that Sophia would be at the biggest gala event of the year as well, the buxom blonde made sure she was dressed to the nines. If there was one thing she enjoyed more than parading around her world-famous bust, it was embarrassing that raven-haired Italian bitch whichever way she could. Both women’s breasts were often compared with one another's, but tonight, Mansfield planned to cement hers on a different tier entirely.

Upon spotting Sophia across the room mingling with the rest of the Hollywood elite, Jayne took a moment to adjust the hemline of her plunging white dress, making sure to show off as much cleavage as one could without letting a nipple slip into the public eye - at least not yet. She noticed Sophia was dressed rather conservatively in comparison, her little black number offering only a hint of her own ample breasts. As she got closer to the table Loren was sitting at, Mansfield bent at the waist and exposed a wealth of cleavage that would make even Anita Ekberg blush. Sophia looked on as one of the night’s infamous photos were snapped, drawn to Mansfield’s large breasts like a moth to a flame. Sophia struggled to match Jayne’s insane amount of skin, but both her slightly smaller bosom and hilariously outclassed gown were working against her valiant efforts. Sophia’s cheeks were beet red as Jayne’s 36D bust loomed inches from her face; after a few minutes, Mansfield finally straightened her knees and hiked her top upwards, her mission completed for the night as she turned her back to the fuming brunette and sauntered off.

However, what most people have no recollection of is what transpired after the night’s infamous photos were taken. The paparazzi weren’t allowed in the women’s bathroom, after all, where the real action of the night was taking place. Allegedly, an enraged Sophia had taken the first shot, an uppercut straight to the underside of Mansfield’s jugs that popped them right out of that dazzling white dress of hers!

For what felt like an eternity to both of them, they rolled around on the marble-tiled floor of the pristine bathroom, with neither girl able to hold the advantage long enough to count. Finally, Mansfield was able to reach her feet and, showing off an incredible feat of breast power, powered Sophia jug-to-jug straight into one of the bathroom stalls as the Italian bombshell struggled to repel Mansfield's sudden advance! The door was nearly slammed off its hinges as the handle of the stall impaled Sophia's ass, causing the brunette to groan out loud. Grinning wickedly, Jayne wrapped the dark-haired woman in her arms and squeezed tight. Looking down, Sophia was hurting as Jayne’s rack was slowly flattening the former’s globes. Loren hissed as her own big tits stubbornly refused to submit to the blonde's.

Instead, letting out a primal scream, her smaller breasts very slowly began to push themselves back out as she fought to force Jayne’s own pair to even, a feat no woman before her had ever been able to accomplish... and there had been many who've tried! Jayne’s larger D cups were damn resilient, however, a fact which the blonde proved as she poured an additional amount of pressure on Loren’s straining rack, which was heaving so greatly that she feared her breasts were going to bust through her lovely black ensemble. Sophia’s head flew back as she grimaced in pain, feeling the coldness of the stall door pressing against her bare skin as she heard the wood begin to creak audibly. Jayne's breasts mushroom against Sophia's as the brunette arches her back and manages to fend off the blonde's embattled breasts... but only for a fleeting moment before they SLAM back into her tits as Sophia pauses to gather her energy.

Jayne grit her teeth as her frustration continued to grow, pouring even more pressure on Sophia’s protestant bust; despite being a cup size smaller than her, the harlot's rack still refused to surrender! Devising a new plan, Mansfield, still with Sophia wrapped up tight, took a step forward, systematically forcing the Italian woman to follow suit. She then flexed her arms tight, sacrificing the remainder of her strength into one final squeeze as her massive bust practically engulfed Sophia’s own beleaguered breasts. Sophia let out a loud grunt as she attempted to stave off Mansfield’s twin powerhouses once again, but it was unfortunately too late; the blonde immediately slammed the dark-haired beauty straight into the bathroom stall’s door with a loud CRASH. The wood gave way and both ladies fell into the stall with mutual shrieks.

The curvaceous blonde soon wound up on top of Sophia, her prized jugs against the darker haired woman’s face as the latter struggled mightily to push Mansfield off. Feet kicking and arms flailing, all she could see was pitch blackness as Mansfield’s huge tits filled her entire vision. Jayne wraps her arms around the back of Sophia’s head, burying her rival’s face deep into her bosom. The brunette tries to wiggle her face to catch a breath of air but Jayne won't allow her. Instead, she watches with amusement how Loren struggles and wiggles, trying to free herself from the blonde's pitiless cleavage. After a few more grunts into Jayne's rack, the brunette at last slows her movements and allows herself to slump into unconsciousness.

Jayne walked out of the bathroom after a couple minutes in front of the mirror, hair practically untouched as it had been before the encounter as the blonde tucked her comb into her purse. She pulled up one of her dress straps and pushed her breasts up high before turning the corner back to the party, waving to her friends across the room as she strutted her way towards them.

[qwerty123]

Great story was routing for the underdog. Hopefully she gets her own back in a fair fight.

[Jackflash Jump]

Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin




Holding Ariel by her left wrist and with a generous handful of her hair, Abigail let out a warrior's roar as she flung her rival toward the wall.  Winter slammed into it with a heavy thud and accompanying pained groan, and as she staggered backward, she left behind a pair of circular indentations in the drywall that perfectly conformed with her 32Ds.

For the first time since this battle had begun, Breslin allowed herself a half-smile.  As with their previous confrontations, the two busty beauties had proven themselves too evenly matched for one to overwhelm the other, so any hope of winning would come down to endurance...and luck.

This had been perhaps their most savage contest yet, as Abigail and Ariel had stripped one another down to only their thongs.  Their flesh bore testament to the brutality they inflicted upon one another, displaying the redness, bruises, bumps and scratches of their relentless cruelty.

Getting behind the stunned brunette, Abigail snaked her right arm around Ariel's throat and tightened a chokehold on her, determined to knock her hated nemesis out.  "Pleasant nightmares, bitch," Breslin cackled with evil glee.  Winter gurgled as she struggled for air, her hands clutching and tugging the limb that tightened across her windpipe.  In an effort to drive her foe to her knees, Breslin suddenly leapt onto the brunette's back, wrapping her legs around her victim's waist.

But for Ariel, this was a sudden opportunity.  In an instance, she began backpedaling as fast as she could, leaving the startled Abigail uncertain of what was happening.  But she learned just a moment later, as her back was painfully smashed into the wall.  The impact stunned Breslin, and she released her holds on Ariel and fell to her butt on the floor.

Winter wanted nothing more than to press her sudden advantage, but the effort to free herself had cost her much of her waning strength, and she collapsed to all fours.  Groggily, she began to slowly crawl away, desperately hoping to gain enough time to gather her wits and draw upon her second (although at this stage of the match, it was more like her sixth or seventh) wind.  But she had only managed to advance a few feet when she suddenly felt a pair of hands grasping her right ankle.  Abigail then twisted the limb until Ariel rolled over onto her back.  The blonde started to bend her adversary's leg to try and force a submission, but frantically Winter lashed out with her free leg, her sole smashing into the side of her tormentor's face, sending Breslin sprawling back.

With a soft groan, Ariel forced herself upright, even as the stunned Abigail began to sit back up.  Grabbing the blonde by her damp and matted mane, Winter grunted as she pulled the mewling Breslin back up to her feet.  From behind her opponent, the brunette slipped her arms underneath those of Abigail, then reached her hands up behind Breslin's head, lacking her fingers together to lock a Full Nelson into place.

Abigail gave an anguished moan as Ariel tightened her hold, the pressure applied to her shoulders forcing Breslin to thrust her bare breasts forward.  With a rasping voice that reflected her exhaustion, Winter hissed into her rival's ear, "Give up now, or I swear I'll break you in half, you bitch!"

But Breslin's response was not verbal, but rather physical: she lifted her right leg and then blindly stomped it down, and as she had hoped her heel smashed down onto her oppressor's toes.  Ariel let out a yowl of anguish and released her hold as she limped backward.

Suddenly spinning around, Abigail threw a chop flush across Ariel's bare chest, the blow cracking across her sweat-soaked flesh like a gunshot.  Winter gave a sharp gasp of pain, and then unleashed a chop of her own to her rival's chest.  And so the two traded such blows, their naked breasts bouncing wildly from the impacts as they yelped and moaned in anguish, pain and exhaustion etched into their angelic faces.

Finally, as if on some silent signal only they could hear, the two beauties flung their arms around one another, throwing every last dreg of strength they had into their leaden arms in a contest of crude bearhugs.  They sank to their knees as they squeezed each other with all of their remaining might, tears now streaming down their cheeks, their panting for breath punctuated by their whines and moans of suffering.  Their bruised and tender breasts mashed together, adding to their pain.

This primitive embrace continued for one minute...two...then three.  The spectators were in rapt awe at this spectacle of superhuman endurance.

But then, at long last, the end came.  Both Ariel and Abigail let out deep sighs as their glassy eyes fluttered shut and they collapsed as one to their sides, the two beauties having simultaneously squeezed each other into unconsciousness.  This titanic battle would end neither in victory nor defeat, but in a draw.

But while the battle was over, the war would never end....