[Jackflash Jump]

FLASHBACK 2003: Kaley Cuoco vs Troian Bellisario



There's something tantalizing about watching two talented neophytes, equals in so many ways, battle one another.  Kaley and Troian, two 18 year old rising starlets, were among the most exciting newcomers to the celebrity catfighting scene in years.  At times in their contest they were like newborn colts, gangly and clumsy; other times, their combat instincts came to the fore and they were no less than magnificent thoroughbreds.  The end result was a match that was equal parts awkward and awe-inspiring, as the two fought to a bitter stalemate.

At least, it had been a stalemate up until the last few minutes.  The two combatants had been tumbling about in a tangle of limbs, grunting and panting for breath, their skin drenched with sweat, as they both struggled to resist exhaustion from overwhelming them.  Suddenly Cuoco managed to roughly shove Bellisario onto her back, and lunged at her; but the brunette, entirely by accident, swung her left leg up, and the heel of her foot slammed into Kaley's jaw, sending the blonde sprawling backward.  She sat there on the floor, legs spread out before her, eyes glazed as she rubbed her jaw with her hand.  Sitting up, Troian seemed uncertain of what to do next.  But after several long moments,  a look of steely determination fixed upon her face.

Scrambling with all of the speed she could muster, the black-haired beauty crawled behind her semi-stunned rival and, sitting on the carpet behind Cuoco, she wrapped her legs tight around the blonde's waist, locking her ankles.  Kaley was confused at first as to what was happening, but bitter realization struck her soon enough, as Bellisairo grabbed her matted golden mane and, with a sharp grunt, hoisted Cuoco up in the air with the power of her sculpted legs. 

A moment later, she brought Kaley crashing down for a Keister Bump.  The blonde had always been proud of how tight and modest her derriere was, but now she learned painfully that a lack of cushioning made the impact to her coccyx all the worse.  A jolt of electric agony shot from her tail bone up her spine, twisting her angelic face into a mask of torment.  Troian then repeated the move a second time, and then a third...but by now, she wasn't able to lift her victim quite as high, and the bumps weren't quite as effective.  Indeed, the brunette began to seriously worry that she had exhausted herself, but not done enough damage to Cuoco to prevent her from regaining control of the fight.  And that fear seemed to be coming true as Kaley frantically grabbed her tormentor's feet, and began twisting her bare toes in an effort to force the brunette to release her scissors.

A look of panic began to flicker across Bellisario's face, but an instant later it was replaced by one of fierce resolve.  Leaning forward, she snaked her right arm across Cuoco's throat, while her left hand grabbed the blonde by her hair.  Troian then tightened her arm, choking her adversary.  Kaley's eyes went wide with alarm as she was suddenly unable to breath.  Her hands now moved up to Bellisario's arm, trying to pry it loose, tugging at the limb, digging her nails into the soft flesh.  But the raven-tressed battler was determined, and she refused to relent in her stranglehold.

Many of the elite spectators could see Kaley's face, and see its color turn ever-deepening shades of red.  The blonde's eyes glazed over as she struggled to draw even the slightest gasp of air into her searing lungs.  She grew weaker, until her hands fell away from Troian's limb and her arms flailed feebly...and then they fell limp, as Cuoco's eyelids shut, she gave a gurgled whimper, and her body ragdolled.  She was knocked out.

Throughout much of this match, Troian had seemed to be disconcerted and uncoordinated (as had Kaley), owing to her youth and lack of fighting experience.  But that was past now.  Releasing her beaten opponent, she pushed the blonde aside and onto her back, where the slumbering Cuoco lay starfished as her chest heaved for precious breath.  Now, Bellisario rose up, not as some gangly, exhausted teenager, but as a magnificent Amazon warrior.  Planting a foot atop Kaley's chest, Troian put her hands on her hips, thrust her bosom out, and proudly stood there, basking in her triumph, a look of obdurate assuredness upon her features.  The spectators jumped to their feet to cheer her, awe-struck at having witnessed the baptism by fire of a mighty new combatant.

[snw]

FLASHBACK 2003: Kaley Cuoco vs Troian Bellisario



There's something tantalizing about watching two talented neophytes, equals in so many ways, battle one another.  Kaley and Troian, two 18 year old rising starlets, were among the most exciting newcomers to the celebrity catfighting scene in years.  At times in their contest they were like newborn colts, gangly and clumsy; other times, their combat instincts came to the fore and they were no less than magnificent thoroughbreds.  The end result was a match that was equal parts awkward and awe-inspiring, as the two fought to a bitter stalemate.

At least, it had been a stalemate up until the last few minutes.  The two combatants had been tumbling about in a tangle of limbs, grunting and panting for breath, their skin drenched with sweat, as they both struggled to resist exhaustion from overwhelming them.  Suddenly Cuoco managed to roughly shove Bellisario onto her back, and lunged at her; but the brunette, entirely by accident, swung her left leg up, and the heel of her foot slammed into Kaley's jaw, sending the blonde sprawling backward.  She sat there on the floor, legs spread out before her, eyes glazed as she rubbed her jaw with her hand.  Sitting up, Troian seemed uncertain of what to do next.  But after several long moments,  a look of steely determination fixed upon her face.

Scrambling with all of the speed she could muster, the black-haired beauty crawled behind her semi-stunned rival and, sitting on the carpet behind Cuoco, she wrapped her legs tight around the blonde's waist, locking her ankles.  Kaley was confused at first as to what was happening, but bitter realization struck her soon enough, as Bellisairo grabbed her matted golden mane and, with a sharp grunt, hoisted Cuoco up in the air with the power of her sculpted legs. 

A moment later, she brought Kaley crashing down for a Keister Bump.  The blonde had always been proud of how tight and modest her derriere was, but now she learned painfully that a lack of cushioning made the impact to her coccyx all the worse.  A jolt of electric agony shot from her tail bone up her spine, twisting her angelic face into a mask of torment.  Troian then repeated the move a second time, and then a third...but by now, she wasn't able to lift her victim quite as high, and the bumps weren't quite as effective.  Indeed, the brunette began to seriously worry that she had exhausted herself, but not done enough damage to Cuoco to prevent her from regaining control of the fight.  And that fear seemed to be coming true as Kaley frantically grabbed her tormentor's feet, and began twisting her bare toes in an effort to force the brunette to release her scissors.

A look of panic began to flicker across Bellisario's face, but an instant later it was replaced by one of fierce resolve.  Leaning forward, she snaked her right arm across Cuoco's throat, while her left hand grabbed the blonde by her hair.  Troian then tightened her arm, choking her adversary.  Kaley's eyes went wide with alarm as she was suddenly unable to breath.  Her hands now moved up to Bellisario's arm, trying to pry it loose, tugging at the limb, digging her nails into the soft flesh.  But the raven-tressed battler was determined, and she refused to relent in her stranglehold.

Many of the elite spectators could see Kaley's face, and see its color turn ever-deepening shades of red.  The blonde's eyes glazed over as she struggled to draw even the slightest gasp of air into her searing lungs.  She grew weaker, until her hands fell away from Troian's limb and her arms flailed feebly...and then they fell limp, as Cuoco's eyelids shut, she gave a gurgled whimper, and her body ragdolled.  She was knocked out.

Throughout much of this match, Troian had seemed to be disconcerted and uncoordinated (as had Kaley), owing to her youth and lack of fighting experience.  But that was past now.  Releasing her beaten opponent, she pushed the blonde aside and onto her back, where the slumbering Cuoco lay starfished as her chest heaved for precious breath.  Now, Bellisario rose up, not as some gangly, exhausted teenager, but as a magnificent Amazon warrior.  Planting a foot atop Kaley's chest, Troian put her hands on her hips, thrust her bosom out, and proudly stood there, basking in her triumph, a look of obdurate assuredness upon her features.  The spectators jumped to their feet to cheer her, awe-struck at having witnessed the baptism by fire of a mighty new combatant.

Really enjoyed this story and in my opinion the right girl won. I do wish she’d have given her rival a bit more humiliation but thoroughly enjoyed this.

[the_walkin_dude]

Another stellar effort, good sir, and I'm not just saying that because it's my favorite bendy-backed muse imposing her will on strong blonde competition. Love the colts to thoroughbreds comparison, it really sells the idea of two tyros coming into their own over the course of a strenuous battle. Dig the idea that neither was going for something complex there at the end -- Kaley managed to get Troi on her back and probably could've secured a victory if not for that well timed / placed counter kick. Bellisario seemingly uncertain of her next move before securing the Bodyscissors and Keister Bounce (a terrific tactic all around). Cuoco's last ditch effort to escape via toe-twisting only to fall victim to a Rear Naked Choke and find herself posed upon and over by the victorious brunette. Oh and of course the hair-flip GIF at the end is a delightful exclamation point.

All that said, I'm not sure how I feel in light of the realization that both Kaley and Troi are effectively twenty-year veterans at this point. Time is a flat circle, indeed.

Thanks again for sharing this, it's much appreciated.

~rf

[Kristen Bell]

Maybe I should post some stories from MY point of view sometime?

[Zord7542]

Both Margot and Samara had both thought it was strange when they saw the other woman walking into what was supposed to be THEIR audtion. I mean what purpose would it serve to have both actresses there at the same time? Unless it was a duel part after all.


But no, instead they found out that the producers couldn't decide on which of them had actually gotten the role. That the pair of them would need to literally fight to see which one of them would walk out of the room with a job.


Neither one had taken it easy on the other. Both of them thrashing their near look alike around the room. Smashing them into the walls even going so far as Samara breaking Margot through the casting table.

It was clear neither woman was going to walk out of here unscathed. Margot had run her nails down the other woman's back. Not only shredding her shirt but leaving red lines down Weaving's back as she howled.

Neither Blondes clothing survived the brawl. Ending up in shreds on the floor Samara's bra hanging by one strap as her left breast was completely exposed. Her panties wrapped around her hands, stretched across Margot's mouth. Her agonizing scream muffled by what remained of Weaving's crotch.

Robbie's body was fully on display in its beaten glory as she was locked in a camel clutch. Her panties remained in tatters. Only by definition covering part of her ass as they were wedgied so deep between her cheeks that they snapped.

Forced to look at the Producers. Margot screamed and groaned. She squirmed but there was no way out of Samara's clutches.  The whole array of casting directors watched as the A lister tapped out on the thigh of her younger counter part.

Samara smiled as she shoved the other woman down face first. Kicking her over and onto her back. Weaving put her hands on her hips as she looked at the producers. "So... I think this settles it?" She said raising her eyebrow. "To really establish it... Margot" she said putting her bare foot ontop of the other woman's mouth. "Lick" she commanded.

The defeated Robbie didn't waste an instant. Her eyes went wide at the prospect of the other woman doing more to damage her. But when a way out was presented she didn't waste a second. Her tongue licking along the other woman's foot. Weaving moaning above her.

"Well... I guess we found out star of Scream 6" the producer said as Samara kept switching between her feet.

[wheelman]

Flashback 1995 Carmen Electra vs Stephanie Seymour


It was less than a minute into a foxy boxing match in a trendy Sunset Strip nightclub between Carmen Electra and Stephanie Seymour, and things weren't going well for Stephanie.
The tall lanky model flailed wildly, trying to use her longer reach to her advantage but she failed to lay a glove on the quicker more athletic Carmen. "C'mon big bird you can do better than that" Carmen taunted before peppering the models slender midsection with a barrage of punches. "Ooooh you little bitch"
Steph yelped in frustration as she struggled to keep pace with Carmen and her hit and run tactics.

Despite being a full six inches taller than Carmen the models height was actually working against her as Carmen easily ducked her awkward telegraphed punches. Every time answering with several stinging body blows.

Carmen smelled blood in the water as Steph brought an arm down to cover her aching midsection with her long legs becoming increasingly unsteady as she back peddled awkwardly just trying to make it to the end of the first round.

Carmen however had other plans and looked to make short work of her wounded prey. Having backed backed Steph into a corner Carmen closed in for the kill. "What's wrong stilts? Got a belly ache" Carmen sneered as she ruthlessly thrust her fist into the models tender midsection. Then as the taller woman began to double over in pain Carmen was waiting with a brutal uppercut that sent the hapless model to the canvas.

As Steph was struggling to shake off the cobwebs and had managed to get back on all fours Carmen bent over and whispered in her ear "Look sweetie you might want to call it quits. I'd hate to mess up that pretty face of yours and end your modeling career. Just do what you do best and lie back down and pose for the cameras" With that Steph nodded submissively and collapsed on the mat prompting Carmen to place her foot on the beaten models backside and flex for a series of poses as a barrage of flashbulbs lit up the room.

[pantyhosefightlover]

Ivanka Trump. Vs Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

The charity wrestling match was going badly for Ivanka Trump. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was bobbing and weaving circles around her and fire stinging jabs over and over into the blonde socialite’s face. The girl from the Bronx was showing that she knew how to fight and there was little Ivanka could do bout it, despite being taller and stronger.

BAM! Jab to the chin!

Ivanka shook her head, trying to clear the ringing in her skull.

BAM! Left cross to the jaw!

Ivanka stumbled away from Alexandria, stepping in pot holes, as she retreated to her corner.

Ocasio-Cortez followed close behind, drilling punches into Ivanka’s lower back and kidneys. Ivanka’s eyes winced in pain, and her eyebrows arched, the kidney punches paralyzing her and bringing her to the verge of tears

A disgusted Donald Trump. Stalking at ringside, scowled in disgusts as he watched his daughter getting beaten up. “Come on Ivanka! Wake up girl! I didn’t pay fpr all those boxing lessons just to see you get knocked out by this this Mexican bitch!” he seethed.

“Sorry, Daddy, sorr---“  pleaded Ivanka, rather pathetically


The Titantron screen then turned on and showed Ivanka dragging Alexandria into a waiting stretch limo. The limo was large enough that Ivanka was able to lay down AOC so she was completely prone on the back seat of the limo. Ivanka then climbed on top of her before once again plunging her bounteous breasts into Alexandria’s helpless, tear-soaked face. Ivanka was laughing deliriously, so delighted with how this match had turned out.

“And it was all for charity!” she laughed. What Alexandria didn’t know was that the proceeds would go to a Political Action Committee dedicated to re-electing Donald J. Trump.

The car door then closed and the vehicle drove off.

This was such a great match-up and story, Ivanka is hot as hell, but it would have been so much better without her father's interference! Such gorgeous women and then such an ugly, disgusting guy in the story. Actually no men should ever be part of catfight stories.

[Savant]

Ivanka Trump. Vs Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

The charity wrestling match was going badly for Ivanka Trump. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was bobbing and weaving circles around her and fire stinging jabs over and over into the blonde socialite’s face. The girl from the Bronx was showing that she knew how to fight and there was little Ivanka could do bout it, despite being taller and stronger.

BAM! Jab to the chin!

Ivanka shook her head, trying to clear the ringing in her skull.

BAM! Left cross to the jaw!

Ivanka stumbled away from Alexandria, stepping in pot holes, as she retreated to her corner.

Ocasio-Cortez followed close behind, drilling punches into Ivanka’s lower back and kidneys. Ivanka’s eyes winced in pain, and her eyebrows arched, the kidney punches paralyzing her and bringing her to the verge of tears

A disgusted Donald Trump. Stalking at ringside, scowled in disgusts as he watched his daughter getting beaten up. “Come on Ivanka! Wake up girl! I didn’t pay fpr all those boxing lessons just to see you get knocked out by this this Mexican bitch!” he seethed.

“Sorry, Daddy, sorr---“  pleaded Ivanka, rather pathetically


The Titantron screen then turned on and showed Ivanka dragging Alexandria into a waiting stretch limo. The limo was large enough that Ivanka was able to lay down AOC so she was completely prone on the back seat of the limo. Ivanka then climbed on top of her before once again plunging her bounteous breasts into Alexandria’s helpless, tear-soaked face. Ivanka was laughing deliriously, so delighted with how this match had turned out.

“And it was all for charity!” she laughed. What Alexandria didn’t know was that the proceeds would go to a Political Action Committee dedicated to re-electing Donald J. Trump.

The car door then closed and the vehicle drove off.

This was such a great match-up and story, Ivanka is hot as hell, but it would have been so much better without her father's interference! Such gorgeous women and then such an ugly, disgusting guy in the story. Actually no men should ever be part of catfight stories.

Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it.

[Dradis]

Throwback: 1998

For one fateful evening, the stars aligned to produce a truly magnificent contest on the carpet.  From start to finish, the battle between the two beauties in that penthouse had been an astounding display of pride, determination, and savagery, the likes of which remain unparalleled even to this day.

Both Elizabeth Hurley and Jeri Ryan had ascended to prominence by the time they met; for either to be able to assert her claim to supremacy atop of the field, the sole course lay in going through the other.  Brunette and blonde were both eager to make the match, and each one professed an unwavering confidence that she would conquer her rival when they did come to blows.  This sentiment was vividly captured as the pair faced off against each other before the fight, Liz in a satiny red bikini and Jeri in a lustrous silver counterpart – neither conceded an inch as they burned their stares into one another, both women fully expecting to bring the other to heel before the night’s end.

In the ensuing struggle, the two ladies tore each other to tatters.  Momentum and control shifted back and forth repeatedly as one gained the upper hand, only have it wrenched away shortly after.  Both of their bodies were subjected to all manner of claws, fists, and holds that the combatants could conjure to assail one another with.  Screams and shouts filled the penthouse seemingly without end, becoming more and more distressed in their tenor as the night wore on.  By the time that the action approached its climax, brunette and blonde were utterly bedraggled in appearance and condition, bereft of their bikini tops, and reduced to mere shadows of what they’d been at the start.  Yet as the prospect of a definitive victory remained tantalizingly close but still just beyond the grasp of either one, the two pressed on in the hope of wresting it for themselves.

Near the end, Jeri had become trapped in headscissors by her foe.  Lying flat on her back and barely able to move, her hands grasped desperately at the thighs that clamped down on her neck, but the strength needed to pry them apart simply wasn’t there.  Liz was reclined with both arms planted on the carpet behind her, oriented perpendicular to the blonde as she poured it on with everything she could still summon, but applying the hold appeared to be causing her just as much suffering as her tired legs were pushed beyond their limits.  Just when it seemed that matters had been decided and as Jeri started to fade, the scissors were abruptly released when Elizabeth’s arms gave out under her as she too collapsed to the floor, unable to sustain the hold any further.  The brunette and the blonde remained where they were for a time, each laboring to pull themselves together before the other could do the same.

Liz was the one to who recovered first.  Uncoiling her legs and slowly getting to all fours over her foe, she collected Jeri off of the floor and brought her to a kneeling position on her haunches.  Rising further to one knee and sidling up to the left, the brunette hooked her right arm around the blonde’s neck began thumping away with a tired, arrhythmic slog of left-handed punches to the face.  Jeri scowled as she soaked up one after another of these shots, and for a harrowing time she seemed incapable of mounting a defense beyond getting her arm up and wrapping it around Liz’s waist.  But as the prospect of a dramatic fight finish loomed large, a determined effort saw the blonde manage to thrust her hand up higher and seize the brunette’s hair with a tight grip.  Elizabeth shrieked at the sudden force that was painfully trying to yank her down, and though she was able to withstand it for a time, in the end she was toppled back down to the carpet along with her blonde rival.

Once again, the action was bitter and ferocious as the two women fought each other in the trenches.  Defying exhaustion, Elizabeth and Jeri both drew upon their last remaining reserves in an all-out bid to decide the outcome that hung in the balance.  Hair was violently tugged upon.  Breasts were spitefully clawed and squeezed.  Bodies vehemently pushed and shoved in close quarters.  For a time as the brunette and the blonde writhed with one another on the carpet, it seemed much like before where neither one could gain a clear edge and maintain it for very long.  But things came to a head when Jeri wrestled her way atop of Liz and clouted her with an artless punch to the face.  The latter appeared stricken by the opportune blow as her fortitude began to falter precipitously.

Rising to secure a straddle across her opponent’s waist, Jeri’s hands went for Elizabeth’s breasts and started to twist and yank on them in earnest.  Liz was clearly beside herself as her chest suffered the enmity of her foe, but she soon reached up for Jeri’s tits and offered back in kind with harsh tugs on the hulking pair.  The punishment being doled out was plainly visible and audible in both women’s reactions as their racks were targeted, but so too was it obvious that one of them was coping with it far more poorly than the other.  The point was further driven home by Jeri as she let go with her right hand and used it to pound Liz’s left breast with a drubbing punch – all semblance of composure that the latter still held crumbled in an instant as her agonized wail filled the penthouse.

Jeri again seized both of the brunette’s tits and resumed yanking upwards on them without mercy.  Elizabeth bawled each time her orbs was stretched to its limits, arching her back and writhing beneath her tormentress as she succumbed to the pain.  But through some incredible force of will, she nonetheless managed to retain her hold on the blonde’s breasts all the way to the end, even if the insistency behind the grip had long since ebbed away.  This final act of resistance proved her fighter’s heart beyond reproach, even though it was an ultimately futile gesture.

At last letting go of Liz’s pair, Jeri seized her wrists and pinned them to the floor; she then lowered herself down as well and buried her chest over the brunette’s face.  The blonde’s hands and arms next moved to encircle the head and neck as she secured a breast smother on her foe.  Whether due to her pride or due to her powerlessness, Liz did not tap out as Jeri’s tremendous bosom deprived her of breath; truthfully though, it was clear by that point that she no longer had any agency in the outcome.  Jeri squeezed tightly with her arms while she pressed and mashed her breasts against Liz’s nose and mouth, and in short order she had sent her foe to sleep with this last emphatic statement.

The sensational effort put forth by the two combatants and the heartpounding fight that resulted served to raise both women’s statures in the period that followed.  But then and there in the moment, vividly evidenced as a triumphant Jeri Ryan stood tall and posed with her foot on the chest of a vanquished Elizabeth Hurley, only one of them would be the real winner.

[Jackflash Jump]

A brand new jewel from the treasury that is the mind of the Walkin' Dude!  Here, he pays homage to the memory of a recently passed pro wrestling legend.

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Troian didn't so much sit on the small of Britney's back as she did position herself and simply drop so that the slim medicine ball of her haunches produced an audible 'bitch!' from the exhausted blonde. The impromptu Butt Bomb wasn't just circumstance or convenience either, it was more a delayed receipt, the brunette getting payback for the low-grade headache she'd suffered through having to look at the hideous zebra print carpet and fuzzy pink covers Spears had insisted sheath the canvas and turnbuckles for tonight's bit of after hours bikini wrestling.

“Gimme those arms, honey.” Bellisario helped herself to rude grips on the blonde's biceps and deftly wrenched her limbs back one right after the other so they were draped awkwardly across the smooth planes of Troi's thighs.

Growling back to some semblance of awareness as Bellisario snatched a double handful of battle-damp hair, Britney dug glittery pink nails into the undersides of Troi's thighs, but it only got her captured locks pulled back into a disheveled top knot. “Guuuuhhhhh... get off me you skinny bitch.” the super starlet demanded. “You're never gonna beat me here, Vegas is MY townNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”

Bellisario halved the hair-hold to slip one hand under Spears' chin before she discarded the other woman's tresses entirely to lace her fingers and puuuuuuuuuuulllll back on the Camel Clutch!

The couple dozen mooks ('VIP's' was what Brit-Brit's handlers had called them when they were escorted in before the introductions) surrounding the ring whooped and hollered and pounded on the apron, which was all well and good, though not one of them responded precisely how Troi had hoped. Certain at least one of them would catch on if she pointed him in the right direction, she glanced from side to side while continuing to jostle the hold and—the brunette found her mark in a graying, middle-aged man who'd locked his fingers into an S-grip to secure an imaginary Clutch of his own. Arching an eyebrow when she caught his attention, the lithesome brunette asked, “Break her back?”

The guy's face lit up and he pounded both palms against that horrible zebra carpet in time with each syllable of his response. 'Make her hum-ble!'

Troi obliged by craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanking up on Britney's chin for a good five seconds! Then she released the grip and treated herself to a double fistful of hair.

“Pull her hair?”

The first guy answered along with half a dozen more.

'Make her hum-ble!'

She did just that, Bellisario making fierce little tuff girl faces as she tried to remove great big hanks of hair.

Several more seconds ticked off the clock before Troi switched her grip again, the brunette slipping the middle, index, and ring fingers on each hand into the corners of Britney's mouth.

“Hook her mouth!'

It wasn't a question anymore and the response was just as emphatic.

'MAKE HER HUM-BLE!'

“FUGGIN BIDGE!” Spears garbled around that agonizing, artificial smile. “YUU CAHN DOO-IS TO MEE! THIZ IS--”

“Smash her ass!”

Troi dropped a whole lot more Butt Bombs on her foe's squirming buns and if they didn't land entirely in time with 'MAKE HER HUM-BLE!' it wasn't for lack of trying.

Britney was breaking down fast now, the miseries of the Camel Clutch were bad enough, but being on the wrong end of such a tawdry spectacle was infinitely worse. Still, she managed to bawl a defiant 'NO!' when Troi called, “Claw her tits!'

'MAKE HER HUM-BLE!'

Bellisario abandoned the hooks and reached down to claim Spears's defenseless rack in greedy, white-knuckled hands. Beaming as she kneaded at the audience's discretion, the brunette planted a kiss on her prey's forehead and cooed, “Feeling humble yet, cutie?”

“EAT SHIT!” Spears wailed. “I'm gonna break you in hal-nooooooooooo! Doooooooooon't!”

Troi had narrowed her focus to the blonde's nipples, taking them between thumb and forefinger.

“Twist her nipples!”

'MAKE HER HUM-BLE!'

She did as bade and Britney trembled from end to end with the demoralizing anguish of it all. Perhaps sensing a tremor in her foe's previously iron resolve, Bellisario repeated her previous verse. “Twist her nipples!”

'MAKE HER HUM-BLE!

The space thundered with those synchronized palms, none of those around the ring seeming to remember (or simply not caring) that they'd strolled in assuming Brit-Brit was going to win any match that took place during her Vegas residency. She wasn't winning anything at the moment, alas. Troi's ingenious campaign had the guests eating from the palm of her hand while Spears could only shake her head 'no, no, no!' and patter her feet against the ugly carpet. The blonde had just started to wonder if Bellisario was going to change tactics when her tormentor tightened down and cheered, “Twist her nip--”

“SUBMIT!” Britney blubbered. “I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT!”

Troi released her pincers with a flourish only to swat at her foe's juggs. “What's this? You humble all of the sudden?”

“Tacky slut.” Brit sulked. “Get your bony ass off of HHRRRGGHHHHHH!”

Bellisario locked her hands across the blonde's chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked harder than ever! The strain allowed Troian to look down into her foe's upturned face and she greeted her with another taunting forehead smooch. “What were you saying, brat?”

“HUMBLE!” the exhausted battler sobbed. “I'M HUMBLE, OK!?”

“Who made you hum--”

“You did! Now lemme goOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAHP!”

Bellisario relinquished part of the Chinlock to resume the malicious nipple twisting, the brunette alternating between targets with predatory relish. “Say my name, baby.” she cooed to the blonde. “Say it or I'll sit on your fa--”

“TROIAN MADE ME HUMBLE!” Britney screeched. “DON'T SIT ON MY FACE, PLEASE!”

Bellisario laughed, released both holds and made a show of swiping some invisible grime from her palms before she unhooked Spears' arms and let her spread out on the carpet in an exhausted, defenseless sprawl. Rising to verticality several seconds later, the victorious brunette lifted a foot and planted it atop the dispirited slope of Britney's buns. A single bicep flex earned one last riotous cheer from the guests and Troi soaked it all up. Reveled in it, really. Because tonight, she'd made Britney Spears submit. It wouldn't last long of course. Egos like Brit-Brit's had a tendency to recover whether it was earned or not and the brunette had no doubt she'd hear reports of the blonde terrorizing the Strip in a month or less. But that was later, unimportant. Tonight Britney was shivering against that ugly carpet with Bellisario's bare foot grinding down on her glutes.

She wasn't just beaten, she was humble.

Troian thought it looked good on her.

[Jackflash Jump]

Kendall Jenner vs Gigi Hadid



Trapped in the Stretch Muffler, her statuesque body agonizingly twisted, Gigi had been shrieking her submission for nearly a full minute.  However, Kendall wasn't interested in releasing her victim anytime soon.  The blonde had had the audacity to give the trust funder a serious challenge, and Jenner was going to make this peasant pay for her affrontary.

Tears streaming down her face, Hadid could no longer withstand the pain, and she passed out.  Only then did the brunette let her go.  Gigi lay on the penthouse floor like a ragdoll, semi-consciously sobbing and mewling in anguish, as Kendall rose up, planted a foot on her conquered opponent's derriere, and flexed her arms as she basked in the cheers of the spectators.  Haughtily, she purred, "Somebody drag this tramp out of my sight."

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Flashforward Today:  Penny vs Max




Their conflicts were the stuff of legend.  Again and again, the two gorgeous beauties battled in penthouses and mansions from coast to coast, each winning her fair share of matches, but neither was able to win their war decisively.

But it had been fifteen years since they had last fought each other, or done any catfighting at all.  They had gone on with their lives, achieving great successes: Penny was an executive with one of the nation's leading pharmaceutical companies, while Max had parlayed her talent for baking into owning a string of chic cupcake shops throughout the East Coast.  Both were wealthy, and seemingly content.  Yet something still gnawed at them.

Perhaps no one was more surprised than the women themselves when each was asked if she was willing to come out of retirement to fight her arch-rival once more.  Both Max and Penny readily agreed, each knowing there was unfinished business between them.

Those in the small audience of elite spectators who had seen the two girls in their younger heydays had cautioned themselves that they shouldn't expect anything as good as those matches, given the fact that the combatants were now older and long out of practice as fighters.  And it's true, tonight's battle wasn't the same as those long ago matches...it was BETTER.  If anything, Penny and Max were even more magnificent than before, as if the passing years had only sharpened their skills and their instincts.

But as so often as in the past, the two beauties battled one another to a virtual stalemate, neither able to hold the advantage for long.  Now, nearly forty minutes into the marathon melee, they had pushed themselves to the very limits of their endurance.  Stripped down to their g-string panties, their lush bodies glistening with perspiration, their chests heaving as they panted for breath, Max and Penny glared at one another from across the room, invisible daggers of animosity flying from their eyes.  Then, as if on some signal heard only to them, they both rushed at one another, each roaring like an Amazon.  There was neither rhyme nor reason to their dual charge...they had simply each become irresistible forces.

And then they became immovable objects, if only for a split second.  The blonde and the brunette's bodies slammed together, their bosoms pancaking as a burst of sweat beads erupted from their frames.  Both let out loud, agonized grunts, and then the impact sent both sailing backward, until each crashed hard to the carpeted floor.

And there they lay, both rendered senseless and struggling to remain conscious, their only movements the involuntary twitches of their battered bodies, their only sounds the low moans of anguish, while somewhere deep in their clouded minds, they knew that this was only the beginning, and that the war was far from over....

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Flashback 1999:  Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Jennifer Love Hewitt




The spectators were still in shock.  It had been a grueling battle between the two young fighters, but slowly Sarah had begun taking command of the match.  That was when Jennifer shifted tactics, shoving aside good sportswomanship in exchange for vicious and underhanded moves.  It was a side of the normally sunny and perky brunette that none had seen before.  But Hewitt was clearly reveling in the freedom of doing whatever she wanted, and she was just as clearly enjoying the cries and sobs of her now overwhelmed opponent.

Whatever scant hope Gellar may have held of somehow turning the fight around in her favor was dashed when she found herself on her back, with Jennifer holding her ankles so as to lift and split her legs.  With a malicious sneer on her deceptively angelic face, the brunette then began stomping her foot again and again into the blonde's groin, causing Sarah to shriek blood curdling screams of pain.

The insidious mauling left the tearful blond spent and helpless.  Hewitt could have easily and simply claimed the win and ended her adversary's torment...but now having tasted the dark side of combat, the brunette was going to indulge in it.  Kneeling down and straddling Gellar's waist, Jennifer peeled off her own bikini top, freeing her 34D's.  She then leaned forward, her breasts engulfing the face of her foe.  Sarah's muffled cries revealed her panicked torment, but she was too battered to resist, and soon enough, insult now added to injury, she was driven unconscious.

Rising up, Jennifer placed a foot on her fallen rival's chest to strike her victory pose, the smile on her face revealing just how much she enjoyed removing her restraints and fighting without abandon.  The blonde beneath her would only be the first to fall to her, Hewitt silently assured herself.

[femffan22]

Perfect ending of the sweeting fischel battle. Love these!

[Sarasim]

Perfect ending of the sweeting fischel battle. Love these!

Where is that fight? I didn't see it anywhere

[Jackflash Jump]

Perfect ending of the sweeting fischel battle. Love these!

Do you mean this one, Femffan22?

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[The Syndicate]

Barbieheimer
Margot Robbie vs Emily Blunt
A Finish Her Catfight Story

Margot Robbie
5’6” 123lbs 34-24-35 32B 33 y/o

Emily Blunt
5’7” 119lbs 34-24-35 32B 40 y/o

A little publicity stunt never hurt anyone, right?

That’s what everyone else thought when it was announced that Margot Robbie and Emily Blunt would be fighting the week of the premieres of both Barbie and Oppenheimer. Robbie, who played the titular Barbie, had leapt at the opportunity to get back into the fighting game. With all of the filming and press she was just about ready to cut loose, not having torn the hair out of anyone’s head since her decisive victory over Mila Kunis. Meanwhile, Emily Blunt had her own summer blockbuster coming out in Oppenheimer. Like Robbie, she was looking for a reprieve from work and had to let off some steam. With both movies coming out on the same day, the event was titled “Barbieheimer” as people pledged to see both flicks as a double feature. So, the marketing executives got together, pitched the idea to Robbie & Blunt’s teams, and both actresses gave an enthusiastic, “yes!” in response.

What both studios thought would just be some light fun soon turned into a brutal war. After twenty grueling minutes, the two beautiful actresses looked like they were just on a date with a wind turbine. Their hair scattered and clothes torn to shreds. Their movie-star looks were covered with claw marks and bruises. Their bodies weren’t fairing much better. The two stars had reached a stalemate of sorts. With their chests pancaking and hands each enwrapped in the other’s hair, neither woman could seem to make any headway. As they each felt the weight of their bodies on their knees, which dug into the floor, both Margot and Emily were wordlessly looking for an advantage. Their bodies were dueling, yes, but so were their minds. Who was going to be the first to make the crucial mistake? Perhaps the mistake that would cost them the fight, their reputation, and their pride…

Finally, she had found it. An opportunity. With the remaining fumes she was running on, one woman had felt her opponent give just an inch. And that was all that was needed. A squeal released from between a pair of perfect, pillowy lips. One woman’s body gave out to her right side, letting her opponent twist and slam. Shoulders hit the floor. Then a bottom hit the stomach. Soon hands clenched around one woman’s wrists. Arms were spread out wide. A knee jammed between legs. Another squeal.

Margot Robbie was pinned.

The Aussie couldn’t move the Londoner no matter how much she struggled. Even though her body was doused with sweat, there was no sliding out from under Emily. She had her. And as she nailed Margot in the crotch with her knee, the blonde’s body stopped tensing up. There was little that Robbie could do. She had no way to resist. Even as she made pathetic attempts to buck Emily off of her, she knew they were half-hearted. She was exhausted, sapped of all energy. Perhaps if she had noticed Emily favoring her left knee she would be the one on top right now, but alas it wasn’t meant to be. Not on this day. As her side cramped, Margot’s face scrunched up in agony. Another blow to her crotch made her scream.

“Enough!!!” Margot cried. “I’ve had it! You win!”

Emily leaned forward, clutching Margot’s exquisitely chiseled jaw, “You fought quite well, darling. But your big day is now mine.”

With that, Emily shoved her foe’s face to the side and stood up. Planting her foot on Margot’s bare stomach, she yelled to the camera, “Look, it’s ass-kicked Barbie!”