[ernest31]

That story was both beautiful and erotic kudos to you for such a fantastic story telling

[Kinkykunt23]

Elizabeth Olsen vs Brie Larson



Occasional co-workers in the MCU, both women had become aware of the photos comparing them. They looked at the results of the Reddit polls and read through the threads. They each explored a few other resources and even asked their closest friends to choose between them. Finally, they agreed to meet privately and settle the debate amongst themselves.

Brie thought for sure her strength training would allow her to woman handle the redhead. Elizabeth was hoping she would be able to use her soft, sensual body to beat the blonde. Standing fully naked in front of each other, they both drank in the nearly identical measurements of the other woman. Brie started as the aggressor, pushing her breasts into the pale pair of the opposition. Seeing Lizzie bite her lip in response, Brie pushed in closer and wrapped her arms around the redhead's waist.

Resting her head of Olsen's shoulder, Brie whispered, "Do you like the feeling of my big, firm tits squashing yours while I squeeze your soft body with my much stronger arms?"

"I do like the feeling of your boobs on mine, Brie, but only because mine stopped them and are starting to engulf your smaller pair."

Brie looked down and realized her pair did look to be losing the battle, only to gasp when she felt her ass cheeks get a playful slap from Liz.

"That's all the fun you get to have for now blondie, I'm going to fuck the bitchiness right out of you."

And that she did. While Brie was stronger, and probably fitter, both women realized fairly quickly that Elizabeth was the much more sensual and sexual woman. She took her time wearing out her fellow MCU hero until she finally decided to finish in a way that left no doubt about the pecking order among the two starlets. With one of Brie's legs over her shoulder, allowing Elizabeth to easily push her clit into the blonde's, she began to slowly roll her hips and bring the two love buds into constant friction.

"Feel that Brie? Do you feel my clit pumping the life out of yours? Do you feel my pussy eating yours alive? How does it feel knowing you can't compete with a real woman sexually?"

The only response she got was the squeals and grunts of her foe beneath her, as they increased in frequency and intensity.

"When this is done, I'm going to break you. You're my bitch all night long. The next time you work with either Chris, Don, or one of the others who got sick of your shit, you're going to be on your best behavior or I'm going to fuck your brains out again and then I'll bring out the toys and ruin you. Got that?"

All she got in response was a nod of the head as Brie's eyes betrayed her potent combination of fear and arousal. Satisfied with the response, Lizzie pumped a few more strokes that pushed Brie over the edge as she screamed through the release as her body finally gave in completely to the dominant redhead above her.

ugh i was totally team Brie there

[snw]

Elizabeth Olsen vs Brie Larson



Occasional co-workers in the MCU, both women had become aware of the photos comparing them. They looked at the results of the Reddit polls and read through the threads. They each explored a few other resources and even asked their closest friends to choose between them. Finally, they agreed to meet privately and settle the debate amongst themselves.

Brie thought for sure her strength training would allow her to woman handle the redhead. Elizabeth was hoping she would be able to use her soft, sensual body to beat the blonde. Standing fully naked in front of each other, they both drank in the nearly identical measurements of the other woman. Brie started as the aggressor, pushing her breasts into the pale pair of the opposition. Seeing Lizzie bite her lip in response, Brie pushed in closer and wrapped her arms around the redhead's waist.

Resting her head of Olsen's shoulder, Brie whispered, "Do you like the feeling of my big, firm tits squashing yours while I squeeze your soft body with my much stronger arms?"

"I do like the feeling of your boobs on mine, Brie, but only because mine stopped them and are starting to engulf your smaller pair."

Brie looked down and realized her pair did look to be losing the battle, only to gasp when she felt her ass cheeks get a playful slap from Liz.

"That's all the fun you get to have for now blondie, I'm going to fuck the bitchiness right out of you."

And that she did. While Brie was stronger, and probably fitter, both women realized fairly quickly that Elizabeth was the much more sensual and sexual woman. She took her time wearing out her fellow MCU hero until she finally decided to finish in a way that left no doubt about the pecking order among the two starlets. With one of Brie's legs over her shoulder, allowing Elizabeth to easily push her clit into the blonde's, she began to slowly roll her hips and bring the two love buds into constant friction.

"Feel that Brie? Do you feel my clit pumping the life out of yours? Do you feel my pussy eating yours alive? How does it feel knowing you can't compete with a real woman sexually?"

The only response she got was the squeals and grunts of her foe beneath her, as they increased in frequency and intensity.

"When this is done, I'm going to break you. You're my bitch all night long. The next time you work with either Chris, Don, or one of the others who got sick of your shit, you're going to be on your best behavior or I'm going to fuck your brains out again and then I'll bring out the toys and ruin you. Got that?"

All she got in response was a nod of the head as Brie's eyes betrayed her potent combination of fear and arousal. Satisfied with the response, Lizzie pumped a few more strokes that pushed Brie over the edge as she screamed through the release as her body finally gave in completely to the dominant redhead above her.

ugh i was totally team Brie there

So was I!!

[alpres1901]

Taylor Swift VS Hayley Williams

VS

Hayley Williams peaks into Taylor Swift's dressing room hoping to photograph her naked and blackmail her rival. But no one's inside! That's when a hard shove sends Hayley flying onto her couch. "Who let you in creep?" Taylor sneers as she enters and slams the door shut and locks it. "Now what are you up to bitch! I so sick of you running your mouth in the media just because your boyfriend prefers me, even though to me he’s just another weak male servant. He doesn’t want you and its time for me to teach you a lesson there’s no escape now I’m going to beat you senseless”.

Taylor pounces onto the couch, her long toned legs lash around Hayley’s midsection as she crushes Hayley in a bodyscissor. "Scream for me bitch!" Taylor shouts as Hayley squirms and cry’s out, shocked that Taylor would turn this into as physical confrontation. Taylor constricts her thighs ramping up the pressure as Hayley shrieks in pain. Giggling Taylor grabs the back of Hayley’s head and pulls it face first into her soft breasts. "Yeah, that's right! Get in there!" She laughs.

Hayley’s pleas for mercy are lost in Taylor's deep cleavage. "What's that loser? I can't understand you, cry all you want everyone is in the cafeteria they will never hear you cries" Taylor mocks. She bites her lip and moans, getting off on her total domination of the little rock chick. She flexes her thighs, snapping several ribs as Haley starts to suffocate.
Taylor sighs as Hayley's struggles slowly cease. "ahh I think my little victims finished, but I’m not done." She kicks Hayley off the couch then braces herself on cushion as her legs coil around Hayley’s neck, trapping her in a front figure four head scissor Hayley's face squeezed against Taylors panties. Hayley is barely conscious as Taylor’s legs strangles her like pythons suffocating their prey, Hayley’s face turning a deep shade of purple. Hayley can hardly lift her arms as she helplessly paw at her Taylors thighs.

"That's it bitch, your mine now. Just go to sleep and when you wake up, you'll join your boyfriend as my personal servant. Isn't that what you want? To be at my heel twenty-four seven? Maybe I'll even get you a cute little outfit." Taylor giggles as Hayley's eyes roll back and passes out.

Hayley awakens at Taylors house, her ribs bandaged up and with a diamond encrusted shock collar around her neck. Hayley’s now dressed in a pink maids outfit. Taylors in the corner and shouts Hayley to come over, Hayley in terror complies. As she gets closer she sees her boyfriend lying on a sofa with Taylor sat directly on his chest. Taylor smiles worship my feet if you want to save him, Hayley tells her to get stuffed only to be quickly shocked. Taylor turns on one of her songs and repositions herself so she is sitting on his face every time the lyric “shake it off” is mentioned on she grinds her ass on his face. After seeing her ass shake on his face several times and realising she still has feelings for him and cannot see him suffer like this she complies drops to her knees and starts to lick Taylor's feet. Taylor has broken in another two servants.

[JT Edson]

Thank you for all the "Finish Her!" scenarios you have given us over the last few years. They are good and stimulate the imagination. Good stuff!

[Jackflash Jump]

Eliza Dushku vs Laura Vandervoort



It had been, in the estimation of all of the elite spectators, the most evenly-fought battle any of them had ever seen.  From the very opening moments of the penthouse catfight, Eliza and Laura tore into one another with unabated fury, yet while both seized the upper hand repeatedly throughout the battle, neither could hold it for long.  They were simply too evenly matched.

And so this had come down to a battle of endurance, and of the determination to not suffer the ignominy of defeat at the hands of the other.  Calling upon their last dregs of power, they waged war on one another in a perfect stalemate.

For the last few minutes they had been a tangle of limbs on the carpeted floor, their taut bodies entangled with the other, the sweat on their flesh glistening as the sounds of their grunts, moans and pants for breath filled the air.  Neither seemed to be in command of the other, and the onlookers began to wonder if perhaps a draw should be called.

But then suddenly there came a gurgling sound from one of the beauties, although no one could tell just whom.  After ten seconds of this...although it seemed like an eternity...Laura's body trembled and she went limp, her eyes rolling up in their sockets before her lids fluttered shut.  As her head fell back, only then could anyone see Eliza's right hand clamped down tight over her opponent's windpipe.

The fight was over, but Dushku knew that victory wasn't yet hers.  For the stipulation of this match was that the loser had to be hogtied with her own bikini; failure to do that would result in a No Contest.

Although her arms felt like lead and her fingers trembled as she tried to disrobe the semi-conscious blonde of her halter and panties, Eliza willed herself to do so as fast as she could; she knew that if Vandervoort should revive, the battle would start anew, and the brunette feared she'd be unable to continue.

Finally, Dushku stripped her rival nude, rolled her over onto her stomach, and used the bikini top to first, bind Laura's wrists behind her back, then fold her legs back at the knees so that she could tie her ankles to her wrists.  Just as she was finishing, Vandervoort stirred.  For several moments she was confused, not certain where she was or what was happening.  But then suddenly the light of recognition filled her eyes, and then blazed with fiery hatred.  "You bitch!" she rasped as she tugged in futility at her bonds.  "This isn't over between us!"

But that was a battle for another day.

Eliza felt too weak to even respond verbally, so she made her statement by grabbing Laura's panties and shoving them in the protesting blonde's mouth to gag her!  Only then did the brunette swoon and fall on her back, passing out from exhaustion at last.

[Golden Goddess]

Abigail Ratchford vs. Alexandra Daddario

Overrated.

Every time that Abigail Ratchford heard the name Alexandra Daddario, all she could think about was how overrated she thought the woman was. It wasn't that she was unattractive, but she was tired of the pedestal that some people had put Daddario on, tired of hearing how amazing she was, and (quite frankly) she was tired of hearing about Daddario's incredible chest. Her tits were decent at best, and the more Ratchford heard about them, the more she wanted to get her hands on them and show Alexandra how sad and overrated she really was, especially in comparison to Ratchford herself.

That had led the two of them to their clash today. A chance run-in on the beach had led to a fight between the two, and now Abigail had Alexandra right where she wanted her. The older woman was trapped, the younger model's legs were wrapped around her waist from behind and Abigail's hands were currently holding her tits. Well, holding was putting it lightly. Abigail was squeezing the smaller jugs of her fellow brunette, kneading them in her grip, practically mauling and crushing them within her hands, and all the while her bigger and heavier breasts shoved up against Alexandra's back. Daddario was screaming, wailing in pain, but no one wanted to interrupt the two women, no one wanted to come to Alexandra's aid, lest they run the risk of being Ratchford's next target.

Alexandra's hands pried at Abigail's wrists. She tried to pull the other woman's hands away from her tits, but Abigail had done a number of her, beating her along the beach and wearing her down until she just didn't have the energy to try and stop Ratchford from dominating her like this, from ravaging her perfect chest.

"Say it. Tell me what I want to hear..."

Abigail's whisper into Alexandra's ear was fierce, causing Daddario to shudder at the words. She squeezed harder, her sharp fingernails cutting through the fabric of Daddario's top to dig into her titflesh.

"SAY IT!"

She didn't want to. She didn't want to give up or give in. But right now, at this moment, Abigail had proved herself the better, and the last thing Alexandra wanted was for Rachford to completely and utterly destroy her chest as the nastier brunette seemed so intent on doing.

"F-FINE! YOU WIN! YOU'RE THE BETTER WOMAN! YOUR CHEST IS BETTER THAN MINE! I'M OVERRATED TRASH COMPARED TO YOU!"

Daddario's screams echoed down the beach, and with the most malicious of grins on her face, Abigail finally relented. She gave Daddario's jugs one last squeeze, her legs tightening around her waist one last time, and then she simply let her go, rising to her feet and turning away from Alex. She didn't need to continue the attack. She didn't need to keep going. She had gotten what she wanted: a verbal confession from Alexandra that Abigail was the better woman, and for now? That was enough to satisfy Abigail.

...for now, anyway.

[krispin]

Abigail Ratchford vs. Alexandra Daddario

Overrated.

Every time that Abigail Ratchford heard the name Alexandra Daddario, all she could think about was how overrated she thought the woman was. It wasn't that she was unattractive, but she was tired of the pedestal that some people had put Daddario on, tired of hearing how amazing she was, and (quite frankly) she was tired of hearing about Daddario's incredible chest. Her tits were decent at best, and the more Ratchford heard about them, the more she wanted to get her hands on them and show Alexandra how sad and overrated she really was, especially in comparison to Ratchford herself.

That had led the two of them to their clash today. A chance run-in on the beach had led to a fight between the two, and now Abigail had Alexandra right where she wanted her. The older woman was trapped, the younger model's legs were wrapped around her waist from behind and Abigail's hands were currently holding her tits. Well, holding was putting it lightly. Abigail was squeezing the smaller jugs of her fellow brunette, kneading them in her grip, practically mauling and crushing them within her hands, and all the while her bigger and heavier breasts shoved up against Alexandra's back. Daddario was screaming, wailing in pain, but no one wanted to interrupt the two women, no one wanted to come to Alexandra's aid, lest they run the risk of being Ratchford's next target.

Alexandra's hands pried at Abigail's wrists. She tried to pull the other woman's hands away from her tits, but Abigail had done a number of her, beating her along the beach and wearing her down until she just didn't have the energy to try and stop Ratchford from dominating her like this, from ravaging her perfect chest.

"Say it. Tell me what I want to hear..."

Abigail's whisper into Alexandra's ear was fierce, causing Daddario to shudder at the words. She squeezed harder, her sharp fingernails cutting through the fabric of Daddario's top to dig into her titflesh.

"SAY IT!"

She didn't want to. She didn't want to give up or give in. But right now, at this moment, Abigail had proved herself the better, and the last thing Alexandra wanted was for Rachford to completely and utterly destroy her chest as the nastier brunette seemed so intent on doing.

"F-FINE! YOU WIN! YOU'RE THE BETTER WOMAN! YOUR CHEST IS BETTER THAN MINE! I'M OVERRATED TRASH COMPARED TO YOU!"

Daddario's screams echoed down the beach, and with the most malicious of grins on her face, Abigail finally relented. She gave Daddario's jugs one last squeeze, her legs tightening around her waist one last time, and then she simply let her go, rising to her feet and turning away from Alex. She didn't need to continue the attack. She didn't need to keep going. She had gotten what she wanted: a verbal confession from Alexandra that Abigail was the better woman, and for now? That was enough to satisfy Abigail.

...for now, anyway.

Great story. Alexandra dominated by a larger stronger bigger titted rival is a must.

[The Syndicate]

Elizabeth Olsen vs Billie Eilish

Elizabeth Olsen
5’6” 123lbs 35-25-34 34C 34 y/o


Billie Eilish
5’3” 126lbs 40-27-37 38C 21 y/o

“YAHGURRRAHHHH!!!!” Elizabeth screamed.

The hug had been locked in. Billie’s thick body constricted against Elizabeth’s as the singer’s chest began to claim yet another inferior challenger. Olsen did what she could. With her hands free she pushed up against Billie’s shoulders, then her chin, and eventually even began to yank at her hair. But Eilish wasn’t going to budge. And as she continued to lean on Elizabeth, the singer took immense pleasure in the groans and moans emanating from her victim’s mouth. Elizabeth’s back spasmed. Her spine bent backwards in an awful and sharp position. It felt as if the weight of the world was on her tits as they retreated back into her chest from the unstoppable front of Billie’s massive boobs.

Both women were on their knees, but Billie changed that. She began to stand, lifting Elizabeth with her. Only Lizzie’s body stayed arched, her hands falling to the floor. Her hip pressed up against Billie as the singer continued to lean on her. Elizabeth’s fight was rapidly drained from her. And it was a pity, because she had fought quite well up until Billie’s bearhug. But the younger woman had worn her down. Elizabeth’s clawed face and body would stand as yet another monument to Billie’s rise in the fighting realm.

“Had enough Scarlett Bitch?” Billie mocked.

“FFfuckkkk youuuuu…” Elizabeth moaned.

“Fine by me,” Billie said as she tightened the squeeze even more.

Elizabeth’s eyes bulged. She didn’t realize there was another gear left. Her torture had only just begun. As her eyes began to fill with tears, she could only just barely make out her surroundings. Her chest throbbed. Her head throbbed. Her back throbbed. She couldn’t concentrate. The pain. Oh the damn pain. It was overtaking her, and fast. Soon she couldn’t even remember her name. Why she was there. What she was doing. She couldn’t remember any details. Only the pain. She was no longer Elizabeth Olsen in those final moments of consciousness. No. She was simply a vessel. A vessel of pain and agony. Tears streamed down her cheeks until finally she could no longer take it. Her mind protected her body from anymore harm and decided to rest for a while.

Billie dropped the slack body of Elizabeth Olsen to the floor. Mounting her foe, she pinned her wrists down and spread them far over her head. Billie leaned forward, teasing her breasts against the tear-soaked face of the older woman. When Elizabeth began to stir, she was met with two pale orbs poking out from Billie’s top.

“Welcome back, time to go to sleep again…” Billie giggled.

There was no time to formulate a response, either verbally or physically. Billie planted her chest on Elizabeth’s face, effortlessly covering both face and nose. There was no breathing on the agenda for Elizabeth. Only the sweaty scent of Billie’s flesh as she became inducted into Billie’s smothered club. A club which was rapidly growing and had a lot more room for new members…

[The Italian]

JENNA ORTEGA VS BARBIE FERREIRA



No one at the party knew what started the fight, the guests just followed two female voices screaming at each other and flocked into a nearby room, just in time to see the two young latinas going at each other with reckless fury
The fight was fierce and, to her credit, Jenna didn't hesitate going toe-to-toe with the larger opponent, but Barbie' size advantage was too much to overcome and soon  the "Euphoria" star dominated her smaller opponent ripping her dress and throwing her around like a ragdoll.
Eventually Jenna found herself thrown on the ground,  Barbie sat down on her stomach pinning her down and started pinching and pulling her opponent's perky nipples.Jenna let out an ear piercing scream as she grabbed Barbie's wrists trying in vain to make her let go.

"You're so pathetic Ortega" giggled Barbie "Aren't you ashamed of these pimples? I had bigger boobs when I was 9."
"Probably because you were already a fatass" screamed back Jenna.

Barbie's face contorted in a mask of pure  rage as she let go Jenna's tits and grabbed her by the hairs and slammed the back of her head against the floor. Fortunately, the thick carpet protected Jenna's head from more serious damage, but the "Wednesday" actress was left stunned by the violent blows she received.
Seeing Jenna almost knocked out, Barbie stood up paraded around while mocking her fallen opponent.
Barbie basked in the crowd reaction as it seemed she enjoyed the boos more thant the cheers, she then put her finger on her lips asking for a moment of silence.

"Who wants to see this little bitch face smothered by my ass?" she yelled once the crowd went silent. And the partygoers (even those who were supporting Jenna) roared their approval.
Barbie proceded to stand over Jenna head, facing her legs and slowly lifted her gown revealing her boutinful asscheeks.Jenna, however, had taken advantage of Barbie's showboating to recover and just as her opponent started lowering, Jenna grabbed her opponent's calf, sinking her teeth into the tender flesh.

With a shriek of pain, Barbie tried to move away, but Jenna was able to mantain her hold, making the bigger girl crash face first to the floor. With her last burst of energy Jenna crawled on Barbie's back and snaked her arms around her opponent neck and head executing an instinctive but almost perfect sleeper hold. Dazzled and confused Barbie wasn't able to stop Jenna and when she finally realized what was happening it was too late. When Barbie finally began trying to break Jenna's grip, she was already on the verge of losing consciousness and after a few seconds of struggling she fainted.

The audience couldn't believe the incredible upset it witnessed and they silently watched as Jenna stood up on wobbly legs. Then, as if an applause sign began to flash, the audience erupted in thunderous cheers and Jenna proudly posed over her defeated opponent.

[Jackflash Jump]

Mud Pit:  Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Sarah Michelle Gellar



"I'm sorry, did you say I'll be fighting Sarah Michelle Gellar?  That's too bad...I was hoping for a real challenge."



"I'll be happy to show her that this isn't a luxury spa mud bath she's sighed up for...I'm going to bury her!"

It had proven to be a savage battle as Hewitt and Gellar thrashed wildly in the mud pit...and an exhausting one, as both continually struggled to keep her balance in the slippery ooze.

They had begun their battle clothed only in thongs, but now seemingly every square inch of their alabaster skin was covered with mud.  They were facing one another on their knees know, both panting heavily for breath, as they traded forearm smashes to one another's chest.

Suddenly, Jennifer scooped up a handful of mud and pushed it into her opponent's face, grinding it into her eyes.  Sarah shrieked and, blinded, began to furiously rub at her eyes with her fingers, trying to regain her vision.

Like a viper, Hewitt slipped around behind Gellar and, grabbing her hair, yanked her rival backward.  The startled Sarah let out a sharp yelp as she was swiftly pulled down onto her back in the mud.  Then, Jennifer grasped the blonde's arms to pin them down, even as she leaned downward, until her 36Cs enveloped her adversary's face, the mud on their skin helping to form a perfect airtight seal to suffocate Michelle.

Gellar's feet kicked frantically, splashing mud everywhere, but she was unable to break free.  She then tried bracing her feet in order to attempt to bridge out of the hold, but her feet kept slipping in the mud, thwarting her efforts.  Her movements grew increasingly weaker, until at last she ceased moving altogether.  Hewitt had smothered her out, and claimed the victory.

Rising up off of her beaten rival and stepping out of the pit, Jennifer stood under the showerhead, washing all of the mud off of her curvaceous body, while Sarah still lay starfished and motionless in the mud, wallowing in her defeat.



"Leave her in the pig sty, right where she belongs!"

[snw]

Very nicely done. Love these two matched up and that Jennifer walked away with win. Even better was the way she finished Sarah off.

[Huver]

Jen be on lookout, next time Sarah will walk away with the win :p.

[Jackflash Jump]

Scarlett Johansson vs Meagan Good




Twenty-five minutes earlier, these two women were the very picture of feminine transcendence, their hair perfectly coiffed, their skin flawless.  Now, those manes were tangled and damp, and their sweat-soaked skin was marred by scratches and bruises.

They each panted hard for breath as they cautiously circled one another, their narrowed eyes locked together, savage snarls emitting from parted lips.  Thus far, their battle had proven to be too evenly-matched for one beauty to take control of the other, and now Scarlett and Meagan were struggling against exhaustion, their lingering aches further draining the remnants of their power.  Each knew that if she had any hope of triumphing, she had to overwhelm her adversary now, or else never.

Suddenly, as if on some silent signal only they could discern, they each leapt at one another, their lush bodies slamming together with a wet thud and a burst of perspiration beads from the impact.  Growling with jungle cat ferocity, their hands ripped at hair, grasped at limbs, raked nails down flesh as they stumbled around the penthouse battlefield.

Then, Meagan wrapped her hands around her rival's throat, a lethal glint in her eyes as she strangled the blonde.  Scarlett's eyes were wide with panic as she struggled for air, her knees buckling as she slowly sank to the floor.  A cruel smirk came to Good's lips and she gave a merciless chuckle as she sensed that her victory was mere moments away.

But what the next moment brought to the ebony Amazon wasn't victory, but rather pain...sudden, explosive pain as Johansson slammed a forearm blow up between her tormentor's thighs and into her womanhood.  Meagan let loose a piercing yowl and, releasing her chokehold, staggered backward, her hands clutching her now-throbbing mound as she bit her lower lip and tried to hold back tears.

The blonde wanted nothing more than to crawl away and lick her wounds, but she knew she needed to strike how.  Forcing herself to rise, she limped over to Meagan and, awkwardly yet effectively, threw her opponent over her shoulders and lifted her up off of the floor.  Like an ancient goddess, Scarlett stood there, her skin glistening, as she held her squirming rival in a torture rack, agonizingly twisting Meagan's lush body.  Tears filling her eyes, Good screamed until her voice was a hoarse rasp, and then finally she sobbed, "STOP!  STOP!  I GIVE UP!!!"

With those words, Scarlett released her hold and her adversary slid down her back and crashed in a heap to the carpeted floor.  Adding insult to injury, Johansson placed a foot upon her beaten foe's heaving chest to strike her victory pose, as the blonde was handed a glass of champagne to toast her triumph.

[Jackflash Jump]

Flashback 1966:  Ann Margret vs Yvonne Craig




As both beauties were renowned for having some of the most powerful (not to mention shapeliest) gams in all of Hollywood's catfighting scene, it came as no surprise that this contest came down to a battle of the legs.  Kicks, kneelifts, and scissorholds were unleashed in a hundred splendid ways as both Ann and Yvonne battered one another around the penthouse in this special holiday match.

But few of the elite spectators had ever seen a leg employed quite as it was at this very moment...

Redheaded Ann was pressed back against the wall, held in place by raven-tressed Yvonne's left leg, which she had lifted with a ballerina's prowess, and was now pressing the arch of her foot to her opponent's throat, choking Ann.  Yvonne couldn't suppress a small smile as she knew she was not simply beating her rival, but beating her with style.  The redhead frantically clutched at her tormentor's ankle, trying in futility to pry the brunette's foot away from her windpipe, the victim's face turning a deep shade of red as she struggled to draw breath.  She was losing, she knew it, and she also knew she needed to change this fact very, very quickly.

Yet Yvonne was not the only one who had extensive ballet training, along with all of the accompanying flexibility.  Drawing upon the last of her waning strength, Ann threw her left leg out, sweeping it upward, and landing a kick from the ball of her foot flush into her adversary's chin.  The startled Yvonne flew backward to the floor, her eyes glazed as she landed with a hard thud, and she lay there panting hard for breath as she struggled to regain her wits.

Ann sank to her knees, greedily gulping in air.  Yet although she wanted nothing more than to take time to try and rally her remaining power, she knew she didn't have the time to spare for that.  So, ignoring her exhaustion, she crawled closer to her rival, then sat down between her legs.  Then, even as Yvonne sat up, the redhead gasped her foe's ankles to hold her legs in place, and began to bicycle kick her own legs, landing a half-a-dozen lightning-fast kicks to Yvonne's face.  The brunette sprawled onto her back again, badly dazed.

There were any number of way that Ann could have finished her opponent off, but she went for a signature move:  she snared Yvonne's head between her thighs in a Figure Four Headscissors.  The merciless pressure caused the brunette's eyes to go wide with panic as her face darkened, whimpers and squeals escaping her lips, her hands frantically slapping and tugging at her rival's legs, but to no avail.

It might well have seemed an eternity for Yvonne, but it was barely one full minute before she was driven unconscious from the squeezing, her body and mind no longer capable of resisting.

And with that, Ann was the winner, and she was officially declared as Santa's Little Helper!