More like this, please.
Having already removed the halter top from her dazed arch-nemesis, Kristen took delight in peeling Emma's bikini panties down her legs before pulling them off, leaving the embattled Brit stark naked. Stewart then rolled her opponent over onto her belly, while the American then stood up. Stepping her feet behind her foe's knees while bending her lower legs back to hook Watson's feet around Kristen's shins, Stewart then bent down to grab Emma's wrists.
Next, throwing herself backward to the floor, Stewart hoists Watson's body up into the air, holding it aloft in a Romero Ceiling Hold, offering up the nude beauty as an offering to the wrestling gods. The pressure of her own full weight courses like lightning through the English girl's knees and shoulders, jolting her out of her stupor. She commanded herself not to submit, but that vow was broken within instants, as the pain drove Watson to shriek out her submission.
Unfortunately for her, the malevolent Kristen chose to ignore it, and she kept Emma up in the hold, until at last the pain drove the proud English lass to pass out, tears streaking down her face. With a cold, heartless laugh, Stewart threw her beaten rival to the floor and rose up to accept the acclaim of the spectators.
Miley Cyrus vs Emma Watson
If Emma thought that she could rebound from her recent defeat at the hands of Kristen Stewart by beating the formidable Miley, she swiftly learned that she has made a grievous mistake. The American quickly came to dominate the apartment catfight through her brawling style, which ignored all rules of fair play and decorum.
After playing with her prey for what...to Emma...seemed like forever, Cyrus finally drove the Brit into unconsciousness with a Figure Four Headscissors. But the American wasn't quit finished with her adversary just yet....
As Emma finally came out of her stupor, she realized in her fog-addled brain that something wasn't...quite...right. Miley had pulled Watson up to her knees, and she realized that when she tried to lift a hand to her aching head, she couldn't raise her arm...either of them. Indeed, there were shackles on her wrists, with slender silver chains attached to a leather belt around her waist, and only allowed her to pull her arms away from her body by a few inches. She had been stripped naked as well. It took her a few moments more to realize that there was something in her mouth: a ball gag.
She frantically looked from side to side, eyes wide with confusion and fear, but did not see her oppressor. That's because Miley was standing directly behind her, having brought forth the next item from the leather bag she brought with her to the match. It was a leather blindfold mask, which Cyrus slipped around Watson's head, covering her eyes. The startled English lass gave a whining squeal of distress, but was still too exhausted to do anything more than remain there on her knees.
Blinded and bound, she had no idea what was next to come. That question was answered soon enough: Pain.
Miley snapped the two chrome clamps onto Emma's nipples, sending an electric jolt of agony from her pert breasts through her entire torso. Still on her knees, she whined and wimpered while trying to squirm free, but Cyrus held a tight handful of Watson's hair, keeping her from crawling away on her knees. She forced Emma to bend forward until the side of her face pressed to the carpeted floor; still on her knees, her bare rear end hovered up in the air, making it the perfect target.
A heartbeat later, the Brit felt the sting of the paddle on her behind, as it smacked down with a steady drumbeat of blows. It had been custom made, with two letters embossed in reverse on it; with each slap, it 'branded' Watson's derriere with an 'M' and a 'C', establishing ownership.
When Miley was finally done, Emma melted into a sobbing puddle on the floor, crushed in body and spirit.
FLASHBACK 2003: Anna Kourniknova vs Shannon Elizabeth
It had been billed as the 'Battle of the Superpowers', and fittingly enough held in neutral Geneva, Switzerland. Both were garbed in red, white and blue...Shannon in stars and stripes for the U.S. flag, Anna in the colors of Russia.
Perhaps feeling cocky that America had won the Cold War, Shannon underestimated the challenge her blonde opponent would pose. That proved to be a fatal error. Kournikova attacked her American rival without mercy, in particular doing devastating damage with repeated kicks and punches to 'Old Glory'...the star spangled triangle of bikini bottoms covering Shannon's groin. The Russian beauty took a special delight in making her rival cry out in agony, making the brunette little more than a rag doll to be twisted and slammed to the floor at the blonde's leisure.
Finally, using Shannon's own halter top, Anna wrapped the fabric around the American's throat and strangled her until Shannon was left barely conscious. Kournikova then stripped her helpless adversary of her bottoms, claiming Shannon's "flag" as her trophy. But having driven her opponent to defeat, the blonde was now intent on humiliating her as well.
Dragging Shannon's body over to a wingback leather chair, Anna laid the barely conscious American on her back on the floor before the chair. Kournikova then settled down on the chair, as a Queen takes her throne, and she crossed her legs, placing her right foot down upon Shannon's face, using it as her footrest! The American could do little more than to lay there and endure the humiliation, moaning softly as tears trickled down her cheeks.
FLASHBACK 1945: Betty Grable vs June Haver
Although June was a rising star in the Hollywood catfighting scene, the betting odds were on the more experience Betty claiming the victory on this night. Of course, the odds-makers didn't take into account the fact that Haver...nearly obsessed with the desire of toppling Grable from the throne as the top fighter in Hollywood...would do anything and everything to win.
She saw her opportunity in the opening moments of the match. Betty, far too confident of herself and dismissive of her opponent, was more interested in preening and posing for the high-powered studio executives who were in the audience of onlookers, and wasn't even bothering to pay attention to her opponent. The men were enraptured at the sight of Grable's sculpted legs, widely hailed as the greatest gams in all of moviedom. But June proved she had a pair of stems well worth paying attention to as well, as her right leg lashed out, and she slammed a brutal kick up between Betty's thighs.
Grable let out a shriek that melted into a pained moan as she sank to her knees. And from that point on, the match was entirely in June's favor. She focused much of her attack on her adversary's fabled legs, twisting, yanking and stomping them relentlessly, until they were so battered, Grable was unable to stand on them. With her primary weapons eliminated, Betty was easy prey. And adding insult to injury, Haver now began to torment her opponent with various head and body scissors, taunting the hapless Grable with, "Who has the better legs now, hmmmm?"
Finally, crushing Betty from behind with a bodyscissors, June began to lean back and lift Grable's seated body up into the air...and would then bring it down hard with a Keister Bump, the impact reverberating through Betty's rear end and sending electric currents of pain from her tail bone up through her spine. After several of these, Grable...her body soaked with sweat, her eyes glazed and vacant, her head lolling from side to side...was as limp as a ragdoll. June released her, stood up, and place a foot between Betty's breasts, and asked one of the leading actors in Hollywood to make the count...and to make it a full ten. Grable simply lay there, her body quivering involuntarily, as she was counted out.
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