[BlueRoses]

2019: Famke Janssen VS Lena Headey

Lena had always viewed herself as a kind of mentor figure to the younger women who worked alongside her on Game of Thrones. So it was with utter shock and sheer rage that she reacted when Sophie Turner told her how Famke Janssen had defeated and humiliated her. This was an insult that couldn’t be allowed to stand and Famke was going to pay dearly for her cruelty.

At least, that was what Lena thought when she pushed her way into Famke’s apartment mere days after the Dutchwoman’s earlier altercation with Sophie. Now, five minutes after she had barged in uninvited, Lena wasn’t so sure of herself.

“You dare come into my own home and threaten me?” snarled Famke, clearly enraged by Lena’s temerity. Her fist connected with Lena’s gut, doubling her over. “That brat got nothing more than she deserved, and now you will suffer the same fate.” She flung Lena to the floor, her back landing hard.

But Lena had come prepared for a fight and bounced back up with a scowl. “You really don’t want to play rough with me,” she said, her voice dripping with menace. “This is where you learn what happens to bullies.”

Lena approached Famke and swung a hard right hand. Her fist connected with Famke’s jaw with a satisfying thud. No sooner had a smug grin began to spread on Lena’s face than it was wiped off. Famke had taken what Lena thought was a mighty blow indeed and seemed completely unfazed by it, her eyes boring into Lena with still more anger than before.

“Pathetic,” said Famke as she shrugged off Lena’s strike. Next, Famke leapt on her opponent like a wild thing. Her whole body was off the ground as she crashed into Lena and knocked her straight to the floor with Famke landing on top of her with a clatter.

“Let’s see if the old legs still have the magic in them,” Famke mused more to herself than anyone else. The wind had been completely knocked out of Lena and she offered only token resistance as Famke adjusted their respective positions, wrapping her incredible, long legs around the torso of the intruder.

Famke squeezed and squeezed, as poor Lena was completely unable to dislodge herself from between the powerful legs. As Lena gasped and groaned in vain, a wicked grin crossed Famke’s lips, obviously pleased that her legs still did indeed have the magic in them.

“Uh…uh..please… Let me go…please,” groaned a panic-stricken Lena.

“You’re done already?” scoffed Famke. “Even little Sophie was tougher than you, you self-righteous hag.” Her bodyscissors hold had always been deadly but even Famke herself was shocked and disgusted by how little Lena had been able to withstand.

Famke rose, leaving the once-fierce Lena trembling and clutching her sides on the floor. Just then, a message came in on Lena’s phone as it sat on the table. It was Sophie. Famke picked up the device and read: “How did it go?” Sophie was asking, clearly having been informed that Lena was going to confront Famke today.

Famke walked back over to Lena’s defeated form and placed a foot on her throat. She took the phone and snapped a photo that she quickly sent to Sophie. Poor Sophie was distraught to open her messages and see an image of Famke’s long leg leading down to her foot which held Lena of all people down to the ground. Sophie considered Lena the strongest woman she knew and she was completely unprepared to see her friend’s face red, tear-streaked and dishevelled – completely defeated.

“We wouldn’t want to lie to dear Sophie, would we?” said Famke playfully. “She deserves to see just how pathetic you are.”

Lena tried weakly to rise at this but Famke’s foot thrust her right back down to the ground with minimal effort.

“Get on your hands and knees and crawl out of my home,” commanded Famke.

The fight beaten out of her, Lena wordlessly obeyed. She crawled slowly towards the front door, with Famke occasionally kicking her ass to hurry her along.

As they reached the door, Famke opened it. She reached down and with surprising strength picked Lena up with one hand on the waistband of her jeans and the other roughly grabbing her shirt.

“Don’t ever show your ugly face here again,” she warned her before tossing her over the threshold like a garbage bag and slamming the door behind her. Lena didn’t need to be told. She had no intention of ever coming face to face with this woman again.

[BlueRoses]

Avril Lavigne VS Nicole Scherzinger

There was no pent up frustration or long running rivalry between these two, in fact they barely knew each other. They met in a waiting room of all places, each of them there for a shoot with the same photographer. They each took an instant dislike to the other and before they knew it they were locked in combat.

“Come on, munchkin,” taunted Nicole as she delivered a powerful knee to the midriff of the petite Canadian. “I always knew the whole punk rock thing was an act but this is pathetic.” With Avril now doubled over, Nicole lifted a flexible leg up and slammed it down on the back of her adversary, bringing to her knees with a squeal.

With her left hand, Nicole roughly grabbed a hold of Avril’s hair. “Aw, you’re so cute when you’re getting your ass kicked,” she cooed.

But the pop punk princess’ spirit wasn’t extinguished yet. “Get your hands off me, you tramp,” she said with a glare. She threw a fist that connected with Nicole’s stomach but this only succeeded in irritating her enemy.

“You bad little thing,” laughed Nicole without a hint of concern over Avril’s apparent resistance to her. Without further ado, Nicole slapped Avril harshly across the face with her right hand and wrapped the Canadian’s hair still more firmly around her left.

“Let’s beat that spunk out of you, shall we?” whispered Nicole as she leaned in.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Nicole rained down stinging blows to the exposed top of the chest and stomach of the Canadian. “Ooo! That pale skin marks up so well!” cried the overexcited American, amused both by the red handprints now forming on Avril’s skin and the plaintive cries of her captive.

“Let go of me!” screamed Avril. She was trying to sound intimidating, like there would be harsh consequences for Nicole if she disobeyed, but the break in her voice and the tears in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.

“No, I don’t think I will,” replied Nicole nonchalantly. She was having a blast, revelling in her physical superiority over her opponent.

Nicole walked towards a nearby blue armchair, her hand still tangled in Avril’s blonde locks forced her to crawl beside her. She sat down on the chair and took the weaker woman over her knee with minimal difficulty.

“Let’s see this Canadian bacon,” she grinned wickedly as she wrenched down Avril’s leather pants and pink panties, exposing the pert, lily-white rear that lay beneath.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Nicole was spanking her so hard, delighting in seeing the pale skin turn first pink and then a furious red. Tears rolled freely down Avril’s cheeks as she cried out and kicked her legs uselessly.

“Let me go, let me go, let me go!” she screeched.

Finally, Nicole let Avril drop to the floor, rubbing her poor, red butt. The Hawaiian hottie cupped Avril’s chin and forced her to look into her eyes.

“We both know who the better woman is now, don’t we?” asked Nicole, cocking an eyebrow.

Avril nodded timidly, just wanting the experience to be over.

“You are just too cute though,” said Nicole, a hint of seduction creeping into her voice. “And you have been marked by my hands… I just may have to keep you, my little pop spunk princess.”

Avril shuddered and whined at what this could mean and what the depraved Pussycat Doll might do next.

[BlueRoses]

Part 1: Gal Gadot VS Jenna Coleman

This comic con panel had gone disastrously! Gal had spent the whole time talking over the others, showing particularly little regard for Jenna until it had all got too much for the petite Brit. Jenna was no wallflower and was quite prepared to call out the Israeli right there and then for her arrogant behaviour. Before anyone knew what was going on, harsh words had led to physical violence right there on the stage!

“Give it up, runt,” said Gal as she easily pushed Jenna to the stage floor. “Nobody cares what you have to say, these people are here to see me.”

Jenna rose to her feet. She was aware that she was physically outmatched by the tall Israeli but she refused to let her bully her. “You call yourself Wonder Woman but you’re too insecure to let another woman’s voice be heard,” she spat. “Lynda Carter would be disgusted to be associated with you.”

“You really don’t know what’s good for you,” snarled Gal as she closed the gap to Jenna, towering over her once more.

Hayley Atwell stood to the side of the stage. Part of her wanted to intervene, but she was a believer that these things should be sorted out woman to woman, so she remained quiet for now.

Gal blocked an attempted slap by Jenna and countered with a kick to the guts that doubled the Englishwoman over. Next, she put Jenna’s head between her knees and lifted her up by the stomach so Jenna’s legs were now over gal’s shoulders. Gal executed a textbook powerbomb right there, slamming poor Jenna down, her back landing with a sickening thud on the panel table.

The fans in attendance gasped at such brutality but Gal wasn’t through yet. She turned the barely moving Jenna onto her stomach and tore off her green top revealing a black bra that struggled to contain her breasts.

Gal sat on jenna’s back, splaying the small woman’s arms across her own knees as she grabbed her chin and wrenched back. Gal was tormenting her in a camel clutch!

Jenna was now screaming in the clutch, her resistance broken by the pain in her neck and back. For her part, gal seemed almost lost in the moment. Her only goal now was to inflict pain on the woman who had annoyed her and she was oblivious to how uneasy the crowd was with her sheer viciousness.

“How does it feel to be Wonder Woman’s little bitch?” she asked Jenna but was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder and firm voice.

“Get off of her,” came the voice. It was calm and assured, resonating a commanding tone that expected to be obeyed. Gal looked round and saw Hayley Atwell glaring at her, hands on hips.

“How about you pick on someone your own size, “Wonder Woman”?” Hayley added the honorific sarcastically but when Gal did leave Jenna’s form and stand up to her full height, even Hayley had to admit that she looked every bit an Amazon warrior.

“You want some?” drawled Gal as she approached the new challenger confidently. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Part 2: Gal Gadot VS Hayley Atwell

In contrast to the prior affair, this fight was a really hard-fought one. It must have been going 20 minutes and still both gal and Hayley stood, not giving an inch. Their hair was now a mess, their makeup smeared and their clothes torn to ribbons, but still they fought.

“Acknowledge me as Wonder Woman now and supplicate yourself if you want any chance of leaving here with a shred of dignity,” warned Gal. She was breathing hard yet her words had a sense of honesty to them as though she remained as dangerous as ever.

“I’ll acknowledge you as Wonder Girl if you like, or perhaps Wonder Twig,” began Hayley with a grin. “But there’s only one woman in this fight.” As she made this bold proclamation, Hayley removed the torn remains of her pink blouse, freeing the two massive creamy breasts that lay beneath. She smiled both at the thunderous applause that this caused from the enraptured crowd and the almost imperceptible twitch of anger she noticed from her opponent.

Gal discarded what remained of her own dress. “If you think anyone’s impressed by those saggy bags on your chest…” she began before being cut off.

“They’re called breasts, dear,” replied Hayley a little too brightly. “Most women your age have developed them by now.”

Gal slapped Hayley’s face. Hard. The Englishwoman responded in kind. Again and again they exchanged blows. The shots were tremendous, almost as if they were trying to slap the beauty out of the other’s face. Their faces burned, tears filled their eyes and still they slapped, unwilling to give an inch.

Then it happened, quick as a hiccup. Instead of a slap, gal delivered a roundhouse kick that connected with the side of Hayley’s head and caused her to crumple to the floor semi-conscious.

The match looked to be over but gal wasn’t done yet. She descended on Hayley’s prone and not resisting body and used her knees to trap the English rose’s arms by her sides.

“You thought you could body shame me? Me!” screamed Gal at her dazed and confused rival. She brought her two palms crashing down on Hayley’s exposed bosom. The huge boobs seemed to shudder under the impact but they couldn’t have been any more obvious targets for the enraged Gal if they had bullseyes painted in them. Gal continued to slap them this way and that, too hellbent on punishing her foe to savour the moment of victory.

Hayley had now fully regained her senses due to the pain in her boobs, but she found herself unable to dislodge Gal or do anything about her attack. She told herself she wouldn’t give Gal the satisfaction of hearing her scream but that was before her assailant gave up her slap attack and began kneading Hayley’s boobs like fresh dough. She pulled, twisted and stretched the pliable flesh until Hayley did indeed let out a high-pitched scream.

“Please, stop! No more! Wonder Woman please have mercy!”

Hayley’s cries were enough to stop even Gal in her tracks. She had never expected to hear the proud woman making such noises.

Gal drew herself up to her full height, satisfied that the quivering Hayley had learned her place. “I hope this lesson is clear to everyone: don’t cross Wonder Woman,” she said simply. She strode off the stage to uneasy applause from the crowd leaving the broken bodies and spirits of Hayley Atwell and Jenna Coleman behind her.

[The Italian]

Alexa Bliss vs Liv Morgan

No one was particularly looking forward to the falls count anywhere match between Liv and Alexa ; but as the match progressed, the audience (both live and from home) was stunned by the intensity of the fight and the sheer hatred that transpired from the two petite scappers’ appearence.
The  two women brawled in a chaotic and raw way as they  traded blows throughout the arena, even retorting to tacts like scratching, hairpulling  or biting to hurt their opponent.
"It looks like they're fighting for real" was the most common thought among the audience; but the truth was that Liv and Alexa  WERE fighting for real. The backstage hostility between the two women had boiled over to the point of no return and now they had decided to resolve the matter publicly, under the guise of a wrestling match.
In  the control room the staff had realized what was happening; but when they contacted the management about it, they received only one order: "Let them fight".

And so the two women fought and eventually the brawl reached the women’s locker room, both fighters were exhausted and only their rage was giving them the energy to continue.
Liv kicked Alexa  between the legs doubling her over, grabbed her hair and tucked her head between her own legs.
“I’m going to crush your head, you fucking bitch” hissed Liv as she wrapped her arms around Alexa  midsection and trying to lift her for a piledriver.
But Alexa  was not out of the game and, with a burst of energy, stood up lifting the opponent up and over and dropping her behind over a table behind her.
In a regular wrestling match the gimmicked table would have easily broken up; but in this case it was a solid table full of the other wrestlers’ bags and Liv crashed to the floor dragging with her all the stuff that was on the table.

Alexa  struggled to stay on her feet, panting heavily, she looked at her almost unconscious opponent and realized it was her opportunity to finish the match; but she took her time to think how to do it: she didn’t want only to beat the bitch…she wanted to humiliate her!
Looking at the chaos in the locker room suddently Alexa  showed an evil grin as she spotted something that fell off from one of her colleagues bags.
“Well, well, well… seems that someone likesto bring their toys to work.” Said Alexa  lgrabbing the butt plug from the floor and showing it to the camera.
The control room was silent, everyone was waiting for some communication from above. Which didn't arrive.

As Liv groggily tried to get back on her feet, Alexa  went behind her,  pulled down Liv’s panties, shoved the plug in her opponent ass making her squeal and pulled back up back the panties. Then she put her own head under the Liv’ shoulder and with one last titanic effort lift her up and dropped her on her knee with an atomic drop!
Liv let out a blood curdling scream and started to roll on the floor reaching for her backside. But Alexa  wasn’t finished yet and, as Liv was lying face down, grabbed her ankles, sat behind her and pushed her right foot with all her strength against Liv's ass.
Liv screamed from the unbearable pain.
“Stop!” She pleaded “Stop please Alexa  stop!”
“Do you give up???” retorted Alexa .
“Yes! Yes! Please Alexa  stop, let me go!”
“Say it!”
“I give up! I give up!
“Who’s the better woman?” screamed Alexa  as she kept pushing harder and harder.
“You are!”
“Say it loud and clear, let everybody know who is better!”
“ALEXA BLISS IS THE BETTER WOMAN! OH GOD ALEXA PLEASE LET ME GOOOOOO!!!”
Finally satisfied Alexa  relelased her opponent who curled up in a fetal position as the medical staff ran to her.
The audience was so shocked that it took a while to realize the match was over was over and hesitantly starting to cheer for the winner.

[BlueRoses]

1999: Lucy Lawless VS Jeri Ryan

It had started innocently enough as one media outlet couldn’t resist the opportunity to have two of the biggest female stars of genre TV pose together for a photoshoot. The banter remained jovial as the two discussed who would win in a fight between Xena and Seven but as Lucy bragged about how much she relished the physicality of fight scenes, Jeri had grown more interested. She continued to needle Lucy, suggesting the New Zealander wasn’t so tough when she didn’t have stunt men around to fling themselves whenever Lucy threw a punch. Jeri shoved Lucy hard and suddenly a catfight had erupted.

15 minutes later and the two were still going at it. Lucy held a headlock on Jeri but it was sloppily applied, serving as much as a break to regain her breath as anything that would do actual damage to the blonde. Jeri pushed her off easily and the two stood facing one another. Their faces were flushed and their bra-clad bosoms, long free of the cumbersome dresses they had been wearing, heaved with exertion. No words were spoken, such unnecessary wastes of breath couldn’t be afforded in this even a contest.

Lucy’s right hand shot out, looking for a test of strength. Jeri’s left linked with it and her right hand found Lucy’s left. They were now struggling with all their might to overpower their rival. Their linked hands moved further out to the respective sides as their bodies drew closer. They could each see the determination in the eyes of the other, as well as the beads of sweat continuing to form on their foreheads. Finally, their chests clashed and their breasts pressed together as their entire bodies went to war with each other.

Jeri’s bigger boobs may have been mashing Lucy’s pair but the bigger picture wasn’t looking so good for her. Lucy’s was now overpowering Jeri in their hand battle, contorting the American’s wrists savagely.

A yelp was the only sound that escaped Jeri’s lips as she could feel her arms being overpowered, her fingers and wrists being pulled in ways that God and nature had never intended. She sank to her knees just to try and straighten her arms but her leverage was lost and so was her strength.

“Resistance is futile, bitch,” snarled Lucy as she grabbed the fallen Jeri by the torso and lifted her up once more in a bearhug. The muscles of Lucy’s strong arms rippled as she squeezed any lingering fight out of her opponent. Jeri tried desperately to pry Lucy’s arms off of her. When this failed, she sought to punch Lucy’s back but she was now terribly weak and her blows were too feeble to matter.

Another squeeze and shake from Lucy and Jeri was ready to concede defeat. “OK…you’ve proved your point,” she wheezed but the New Zealander kept the hold applied. “I…I…gi…” Jeri struggled to get the words out. It took an immense amount of willpower just to admit defeat but eventually she was able to choke out the words: “I give up! You win,” which proved good enough for Lucy to let her limp body finally fall.

Lucy placed a triumphant foot between the breasts of her fallen rival. It had been a bitter struggle but in the end the Warrior Princess had triumphed.

“Can’t say it wasn’t fun,” she mused to herself as she walked out the room leaving Jeri alone and gasping on the floor.



1999: Lucy Lawless VS Sarah Michelle Gellar

Lucy did indeed have fun in her defeat of Jeri and it was this encounter that inspired her to seek out another genre TV star of the time. Nerds and female fight fans had long wondered who would win in a fight between Xena and Buffy and Lucy and Sarah had agreed to find out for real. It was all arranged, Lucy would arrive on the Buffy set at a given time and the two would throwdown on the set of the show’s library in front of an audience made up of the casts and crews of the two shows.

Lucy, who stood several inches taller than her opponent, had proven herself the stronger of the two, but strength wasn’t everything. Sarah was quick, she connected with a hard kick to Lucy’s thigh which sent a twinge of pain through the bigger woman. Sarah wasn’t exactly a martial artist, but she’d been shown how to throw believable punches and kicks often enough that doing it for real came quite naturally to her now.

“Come on Tall, Dark and Slow,” chided Sarah. “Where’s that skill I’ve heard so much about?”

Sarah smirked as she faked a punch which Lucy moved to block, leaving the New Zealander open to another of her quick kicks. Sarah didn’t care that she was giving up a fair amount in height and weight, in fact she was excited at the prospect of bringing down a larger woman.

Angered, Lucy made a lunge that Sarah ducked out the way of, showcasing her incredible agility and anticipation of her rival’s more cumbersome movements.

“Too slow,” mocked the blonde as she jumped on the back of her opponent, wrapping her legs around Lucy’s torso and her arms below her chin in an attempted sleeper hold.

“You’re like a little gnat,” said the irritated Lucy as she swung this way and that in vain attempts to try to get Sarah off her back. “I will get you though, blondie.”

With that, Lucy backed herself against a nearby wall, squashing Sarah between the wall and her back and causing her to relinquish the sleeper hold. Turning around, Lucy went for a full power punch that Sarah ducked, causing Lucy’s fist to connect with the wall.

At this point, Sarah should have scurried away but she couldn’t resist the chance to slap her increasingly infuriated rival. The slap connected with Lucy’s cheek, but she had been in too close quarters for too long to the powerful New Zealander. As Sarah tried to create distance between them, she felt a sharp yank of her hair that brought her right back to Lucy.

“Your mine now,” said Lucy, her voice laced with menace. She pulled Sarah into her by the hair and trapped her in a tight full nelson. Sarah tried to resist but Lucy’s arms were far stronger than hers. She tried to wriggle free, but the grip was too tight. She even stamped on Lucy’s foot but the brunette seemed entirely unconcerned with this attack too. Sarah began to panic as the pain in her arms grew unbearable.

“Where’s that smart mouth now,” quipped Lucy as the only sounds escaping Sarah now were grunts of pain and exertion. Keeping the nelson applied, Lucy walked Sarah towards the large table in the middle of the room. She picked the so-called Slayer up and drove her face first into the table.

Sarah looked up and the room was spinning around her. The match was, to all intents and purposes, over but Sarah had annoyed Lucy and the brunette sought some extra style points.

Lucy reached down the back of Sarah’s pants and felt the loser’s underwear which she duly grabbed and yanked up as far as she could pull it. Sarah felt a terrible chafing in her womanhood and ass as she endured the powerful wedgie.

Lucy then dragged Sarah across the room by her white panties. When she reached the wall, she lifted Sarah up by the undergarment and hung her from a protruding hook in the wall.

Lucy smiled as Sarah’s body hung uselessly from the hook by her panties. The unforgiving fabric no doubt tearing into the younger woman’s sensitive flesh.

“That’s what you get when you try to make a fool out of me,” spat Lucy as she took a final look at her conquered quarry and strode out of the library, accompanied by her cheering castmates and crew. The red-faced Sarah was left to face her own coworkers as she hung in this humiliating position.

“Someone let me down before…” but Sarah’s whines were interrupted by the noise of fabric tearing, her panties finally having given way to the pressure, sending her tumbling to the ground once more.



1999: Lucy Lawless VS Famke Janssen

She had seen off Ryan and Gellar and established herself as the toughest action heroine on TV but now Lucy faced an even bigger challenge. For the first time she faced a woman taller than herself and with an indomitable reputation similar to her own. The action takes place in a wide open field in the middle of nowhere and both women are in the nude.

As they rolled down into a muddy ditch, neither woman could deny they were revelling in the challenge presented by the other. Oh, they would revel in their eventual victory even more, but there was something exhilarating about facing a woman who was strong enough and dominant enough to provide either of these titans with a real match.

They grappled, both covered in mud, and it was Lucy who was able to slip behind Famke and trap her in a full nelson. Lucy’s arms were incredibly strong and Famke was struggling to get enough purchase on the uneven surface to even attempt to power out of the hold. Thinking quickly, the Dutchwoman kicked up her heel right between Lucy’s legs and succeeded in hitting her assailant right in her most tender region.

Lucy fell to the muddy ground, her hands moving instinctively to her groin. But Famke was on her in a flash. Her right hand flew out and grabbed a hold around Lucy’s throat. The New Zealander was in trouble. As her focus was on prying Famke’s strong fingers from her throat, that left the rest of her body unprotected from Famke’s pummelling blows to the stomach and breasts of the Warrior Princess.

Desperately, Lucy reached out and grabbed two handfuls of her enemy’s hair and pulled her to the ground alongside her. They now lay on their sides in the mud, their bodies entangled in a titanic struggle, Lucy’s piercing blue eyes boring into Famke’s dark pools.

 “Do you have any idea of what I’m capable of?” growled Lucy to her would-be conquest.

Much to Lucy’s surprise, Famke seemed amused by this.

“Screaming like a little girl?” smirked Famke to the confused New Zealander.

On that note, Famke seemed to free herself entirely from the bonds of Lucy’s limbs and surge up the way, her long legs coiling around the head of her adversary.

The headscissors was like nothing Lucy had ever felt before. It was like every headache she’d ever had all at once. It was like her skull was being ground into mush and her brain was exploding. Trying to budge the Dutchwoman’s legs was a fruitless endeavour. Trying to resist at all was a fool’s errand.

“I give!” she called out. When that failed to move her attacker, she had no choice but to scream at the top of her lungs just as Famke had predicted.

Famke released the hold at sat there for a minute, gleeful at having defeated a worthy adversary. Lucy just hoped the throbbing in her head would stop.

“You’re a hell of a fighter,” she said, turning to Famke. “I truly respect you.”

Famke stood up and took Lucy by the hair. “Let’s make one thing clear,” she snarled as she turned around slowly. She pushed Lucy’s head into her own naked ass, shaking her tight, mud-streaked behind in her opponent’s face.

“I have no respect for you. None.”

Lucy was shocked and disgusted as she was pushed down to the ground once more. Famke then took her naked size 12 foot and pressed Lucy’s humiliated face down into the mud. This was one defeat she’d never forget.

[BlueRoses]

Shakira VS Jennifer Lopez (Kiss My Ass)

It had been all smiles at the Superbowl LIV half-time show but privately the two pop divas had been going all out to upstage the other. When they arrived backstage, each woman had expected the other to admit the superiority of her own dance moves and ass but when neither one was willing to pay tribute to her fellow performer the two superstars went to war, electing to settle their differences in a Kiss My Ass match!

Their sparkly costumes hung uselessly from their bodies in tatters, collateral damage from what had been a knock down, drag out clash of epic proportions. An exhausted Shakira was crawling away from the vindictive Bronx native who had just struck her down with a kick to the ribs.

“You have no ass at all, Putina,” J.Lo scolded her as she watched her crawl. “I can’t believe you have the nerve to parade this little thing about like it impresses anybody."

“Size isn’t everything,” retorted Shakira through gritted teeth, the pain shooting through her body. “You’d give either one of those fat cheeks to be able to move it like I can.”

“Bambina tonta,” snorted Jennifer as she connected with a sharp *SMACK* to Shakira’s quickly reddening behind. The nasty blow caused something to snap within Shakira and she responded by swivelling round and swinging her short but powerful right leg as hard as she could, sweeping the legs right out from under J.Lo and causing her to land on that famous butt.

As Jennifer got on her hands and knees, Shakira was suddenly upon her like the She Wolf she claimed to be. She slapped and scratched at Jennifer's face, causing her to cry out, before spitting on her and driving her right knee into J.Lo's head.

When she finally let up, Jennifer was dazed and confused. The knee strike had rocked her completely and she appeared totally unable to offer any resistance to her Colombian conqueror. Jennifer lay starfished on the floor as Shakira descended on her once more, this time to yell in her face.

“You know the rules, Pig!” she shouted at her. “You lose the match, you kiss my ass!”

But J.Lo wasn’t puckering up. Whether she was unwilling or just confused from the blow she'd taken to her head, Shakira didn’t wait to find out. She sat her gorgeous, golden ass on Jennifer’s face and began to wiggle and grind those hips as only she can.

J.Lo couldn’t imagine a worse fate! The bouncing and grinding! The smell! And worst of all, the very fact that she was being used like this.

Jennifer’s muffled cries served as nothing more than stimulation for the Colombian who was now thoroughly enjoying herself. "This is what I think of you, you piece of arrogant American trash," she gloated. Jennifer was tormented like this for a matter of minutes, just able to gobble up the occasional breath of air she was afforded to keep herself conscious – though she half wished she wasn’t!

At last, Shakira got off of her and stood up. She arched her back in silent invitation to J.Lo who now realised that there was only one way to stop the rampant Shakira, as unpleasant as that might be.

Jennifer got on her knees, puckered up and leaned towards Shakira’s perfect butt. She placed the daintiest kiss she could on her cheek before pulling away, only to be corrected by the victor.

“Kiss it properly, harder,” she ordered.

J.Lo did it again, with just a little bit more vigour.

“Where’s your tongue?” barked Shakira. Jennifer then realised that Shakira would milk this for all it was worth and, though the idea revolted her, she forced herself to do what she needed to. She leaned in once more and French kissed Shakira’s right cheek deeply, holding the pose for a few seconds in tacit admission of the greatness of her rival's derriere. As Shakira presented the other cheek, J.Lo paid a similar unwilling tribute to that one as well.

“Congratulations,” said Shakira mischievously. “You’ve just kissed the world’s best ass.”

Jennifer was staring at the floor, seething quietly. This was an utter humiliation for her and she vowed she would have her revenge over the diminutive Colombian.

[Nicole S]

Kate Upton checked her messages that night, and promptly downed a bottle of cheval blanc wine upon realising who it was from.  She had recently held a little contest on TikTok, whereupon one lucky fan would win the opportunity to meet Kate herself in a sort of meet-and-greet, as well as participate in an event of the fan's choosing - with the proceeds going to a charity of the fan's choice. And the girl who won had just cashed it in.

Kate opened the Snapchat that her fan had sent her around midnight... and promptly left it on read and went to bed. She got little sleep that night as the video sent to her played itself in her head rent-free for the next eight hours.

As the crowd's anticipation reached a fever pitch, the arena lights dimmed, and a spotlight illuminated the entrance ramp. A beat filled the air as Kate Upton emerged from the darkness, her silhouette highlighted against the vibrant backdrop. She was dressed in a teeny white bikini that left very little of her DDs to the imagination as she confidently strutted down the ramp. She entered the ring through the middle rope, flaunting her big tits as she sashayed around and wriggled her body to pump up the crowd. It worked as she got quite a few cheers... but then the cheering suddenly grew exponentially louder.

Her fan walked into the arena a minute after Kate, wearing a tiny black tanktop completely overflowing with creamy white cleavage. Her boobs were simply enormous, much bigger than the snap had made them out to be! The girl was threatening to spill out in every direction as excess cleavage made the spaghetti straps groan loudly in distress. The girl walks up to Kate, her huge rack billowing as she has zero hesitation in her stride. Her tits had to be no less than 36K cups at the smallest. She was shorter than Kate was at around 5'5 and looked to weigh maybe ten pounds more than Kate despite the blonde's taller height.

“Hiya, Kate,” the girl said with a haughty smile. She was no older than 20. The bitch definitely dwarfed Upton up front without any question. Her mammoth bust barely pressed into Upton's before she stopped walking. Kate instinctively arched her back, but her tits only mushroomed against the skank's massive wall of titflesh. The girl asked, akin to a friend asking one of her girlfriends in school, "I'm Trenity. So, you get my snap last night, right?"

"I got it," Kate said dismissively as she relaxed her arch, to which Trenity definitely felt as Kate's tits shrunk away from her own.
Trenity replied back with a hushed voice, "Great - don't say I didn't warn you then. I've always wanted to flatten your tiny-ass tits, but I might spare them if you can behave yourself."

The word 'behave' may have been like a string dangling in front of a cat. Kate launched herself at Trenity, smacking her tits against the girl's as the two pairs sandwiched together. Kate wasted no time and applied her signature bearhug, determined to quell this before it could begin.

"Ungghhhh..." came a quiet grunt... and it wasn't from the new meat.

Kate's grunts echoed through the arena as she struggled to maintain her bearhug on Trenity, but her own boobs were bearing the brunt of the pressure. Her world-class tits strained hard, pushing fruitlessly against Trenity's heavy juggs. Despite Kate's valiant attempts, the influencer's huge tits held firm, making it difficult for Upton to gain the upper hand. Kate gritted her teeth as she pushed against Trenity's massive chest, but it was like trying to move a pair of mountains.

The sheer size and weight of Trenity's tits overwhelmed Kate's best efforts. Despite her best attempts, Kate's own boobs flattened out against Trenity's, the pressure becoming almost unbearable. Kate tried to pull away as much as she could,kneeling down and then bringing her tits up to the underside of Trenity's globes, hoping to find some kind of weakness in this behemoth rack. However, Trenity's giant juggs proved to be nearly immovable, anchored firmly in place despite Kate's efforts to lift them with her own.

As Kate exerted herself more and more, she felt the strain in her own breasts, the weight of Trenity's massive bosom bearing down on her. Despite her determination, Kate began to realize the futility of her efforts. Trenity's size advantage was simply too much to overcome, and Upton found herself struggling to maintain her position under the immense pressure. Kate tried to smack Trenity's tits with her own, but each result was a disappointing jiggle and not so much of a grunt from the big-titted princess.

"Time's up, bug bites," Trenity said, feigning a yawn as she waited for her cleavage to stop quaking, "So, are you going to do it or not?" she asked as she ran her hands over her generous breasts.
"Not gonna happen..." Kate huffed, defiance in her eyes as she went for another tit slap...

...however, Trenity was ready this time. She had been ready each time, but had simply been waiting for Kate's brakes to stall before she actually put some effort in. With lightning-fast reflexes, Trenity grabbed Kate in her own hug, sandwiching their big tits together as Kate groaned loudly. Then, using her weight to lean in against a wobbly, weakened Kate, Trenity forced them both to fall over towards the mat. The impact was heard through the arena as Kate let out a pained gasp, Trenity's heavy juggs compressed hers mercilessly as the bitch's mega milkers slammed down on top of Kate's like a pair of boulders.

"Guh... guh..." groans Kate as she felt over 20 pounds of titflesh engulfing her outmatched boobs almost instantly.

Trenity's triumphant smirk spoke volumes as she felt Kate's resistance falter beneath her. With a victorious gleam in her eyes, Trenity maintained her position, ensuring that Kate's breasts was firmly pinned beneath her fearsome frontage. The crowd murmured loudly, having to acknowledge Trenity's undisputed victory in the titfight despite the fan-favourite being Kate.

Kate, unable to escape from Trenity's pin, could only struggle feebly beneath the weight of her opponent's massive bust. Each breath became more difficult as Trenity's relentless titty weight crushed her chest, leaving her gasping for air. Upton's world spun as she struggled to catch her breath beneath the buxom bitch. The weight of the young girl's rack bore down on her, making it difficult to move or even breathe. Each gasp was a struggle as Kate fought against the suffocating pressure. With a triumphant grin, Trenity leaned in closer, her breasts pressing even harder against Kate's, squeezing the air from her lungs. The crowd erupted into cheers, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as they witnessed Trenity's dominance over her opponent. Kate's struggles grew weaker with each passing moment, her mind reeling as Trenity's relentless pressure continued to take its toll on her body.

Trenity, reveling in her triumph, leaned in close to Kate, her smug grin widening as she felt Kate's struggles weakening beneath her. "One last time, girl," she taunted, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Don't let your tits pay the price for your ego. There's no way you're getting out from under my big ass tits... so what's it going to be, 'miss billion dollar breasts' - or whatever it is you call yourself?"

Despite the overwhelming pressure bearing down on her, Kate refused to give in to Trenity's smug threats. With a defiant glare, she gritted her teeth and pushed against the massive bosom above hers with all her might, "I'll never... submit to you... ever!" Kate growled, her voice tinged with defiance. "I'll fight you... until I can't.. you arrogant bitch!"

"I respect the hustle," Trenity's smug grin in full force, she said, "Fine - don't say I didn't give you an out."

As Trenity lifted off, Kate's vision cleared, and she looked down at her once-proud tits, now completely flattened beneath the weight of Trenity's mammoth bosom. The sight was devastating, her once voluptuous assets reduced to nothing more than two squashed pancakes pressed against her chest. But Tren wasn't done!

Kate’s eyes bulged out as she watched Trenity take her massive hooters off Kate’s boobs for a second and pull the blonde up into a kneeling position until she was stable. Grabbing her own enormous juggs, Trenity then pulls them to the sides so that Kate’s soft boobs fall between them - like a mouse curiously entering a cage for a cube of cheese. Trenity turns to the audience and blows them a kiss as they boo her and start to shout... and then she slams her tits together with her hands.

The audience goes quiet.

Upton's moans are loud as her tits are effectively smashed flat, completely lost inside Trenity's gigantic cleavage with encloses her own proud tits like a vice. Kate mewled as her once iconic rack was nowhere to be found between the TikTok girl's endless titflesh. Kate desperately slapped at Trenity's massive tits with her hands, trying to pry them apart but her hands struggled to even find purchase on the huge orbs. Her own tits were sandwiched between them, nowhere to be seen but she knew they were in there... she could sure as hell feel them, being flattened between two iron-clad rollers. Panic surged through Upton as she fought against the pressure, her fingers digging into Trenity's flesh in a futile attempt to free her perfect peaks as the cruel bitch laughed hysterically.

The camera feed cut at that point, and recordings of the event would sell for a high price on every premium porn site on the internet. As for the night itself, Trenity stood up after letting Kate's deflated tits pathetically slip out of her colossal cleavage. Kate had gone out by this time, unable to withstand the crushing of her fabled tits as she had slumped forward against Trenity's rack in defeat. The girl reached into her cleavage and pulled out her phone she had tucked away. She opened Snapchat and dropped the phone to the mat next to Kate's head, screen facing up as she walked away. A few officials ran past her to see what the hell she had sent Kate the night before. One of them picked up the phone as they all gathered around.

Trenity climbed out of the ring, her mega tits bouncing with each step as she walked down the catwalk and out of the arena with her charity cheque in hand. She turned over her shoulder to look back at Kate's unconscious body, "You brought this all on yourself, Kate. As I said earlier, I did warn you."

[BlueRoses]

Was watching an old movie and couldn’t help but wonder what might have gone on behind the scenes!

1951: Joan Fontaine VS Elizabeth Taylor

Old Hollywood was brutal. Joan was an acclaimed, Oscar-winning actress and beautiful by any standard but she was already struggling to find decent roles. She was only 34 for God’s sake! It was quite natural then that she would butt heads with her Ivanhoe co-star Elizabeth Taylor, the 19-year-old sensation whose very existence seemed a threat to Joan.

As they tussled on the floor, Joan suddenly became aware that she had made a terrible mistake in challenging the young beauty. Not only was the buxom brunette stronger than her, but she also had a hell of a mean streak!

“This is for slapping my face!” yelled Elizabeth as she drilled a forearm into Joan’s throat. “This is for pulling my hair!” she bellowed as she drove a knee into the older woman’s soft belly. “And this,” she began, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Is for being so senile that you thought you could compete with me in the first place.”

She wrapped her arms around Joan’s head and pulled it face first into her own ample bosom. Joan struggled pitifully as her face was rammed brutally into Liz’s yawning cleavage, completely unable to do anything about it. As she fought in vain for a breath amongst her fleshy prison, she couldn’t help but wonder how it had come to this. How could a legendary actress like her be brought so low as to be writhing helplessly in the arms of her competition, airways blocked by teenage titties? The shame of it was too much to bear.

When Liz did finally remove her sweaty rack from Joan’s dishevelled face, it was all the former Oscar winner could do to wretch on the floor, gratefully gulping in mouthfuls of air. “Here ends the undistinguished Hollywood career of Crone Fontaine,” proclaimed Elizabeth boldly as she looked down at the former star with disdain, hands on hips.

For Joan, the Golden Age of Hollywood was over. She looked up tearfully at Elizabeth and saw the embodiment of the younger generation: stronger, more ruthless, perhaps sexier than she’d ever been and in that moment she knew she simply could not compete. She didn’t attempt to strike back, nor even defend herself verbally from Liz’s cruel comments. The pecking order was established and she could only accept it meekly.

[ellebelle]

Loved your story, Blue Roses!! A refreshingly great change from the modern times back to the yesteryears when women were classy not trashy

[BlueRoses]

Loved your story, Blue Roses!! A refreshingly great change from the modern times back to the yesteryears when women were classy not trashy

I'm glad you liked it!  I appreciate any and all feedback on any of these shorts. I do plan to go back to that era occasionally in future stories.

[BlueRoses]

Famke Janssen VS Sophie Turner II (Sophie's Revenge?)

Sophie was a new woman now. Yes, she had to admit that Famke crushed her before - but that was a long time ago. She was stronger now, a mother, and she didn’t live in fear of anyone – least of all that jealous old bitch! So it was that when Sophie spotted an all-too-familiar pair of legs striding around at an actor’s guild party, she confronted her and challenged her to round two.

They lay in a tangle of limbs, hair and scraps of fabric that had been new designer dresses just 10 minutes ago. Each one gritted their teeth, vying for control over their unlikely rival. For now, it was Famke that lay on top of the Englishwoman, almost in a 69 position.

“Time to submit again, Wimp,” growled Famke as she trapped Sophie’s head between her thighs.

Famke’s headscissors had always been a killer hold, but the determined Sophie wasn’t to be undone. She used her own impressive legs to grab Famke in a headscissors of her own. The two of them cinched their holds in as tight as they could, using their considerable assets as deadly weapons as they grunted and groaned in struggle.

Famke’s legs, great as they were, perhaps showed their age as her hold on Sophie’s head slacked off ever so slightly. Sophie’s stamina had proved greater as she didn’t release even an ounce of pressure on her hated rival and the Dutchwoman began to moan in pain.

 “Come on, what happened to the tough old bitch who thought she could fight?” mocked Sophie, delighting in the torment of her opponent. “How do you like a taste of your own medicine?”

Famke didn’t like it one bit. She didn’t like it so much that, in an act of desperation, she sank her teeth into her younger rival’s left leg. Sophie screamed in shock and pain, forced to release the hold. Famke had bitten right through the fabric of Sophie’s tights and as the Game of Thrones star tried to roll away from her, she succeeded in tearing the tights right off her legs.

Sophie made it to her knees before Famke clattered into her back and wrapped the torn hose around her face and neck. Famke, angered at having come closer to defeat than she ever expected, was brutal here as she wielded the tights. Sophie was yanked this way and that, the sheer fabric both constricting her throat and blocking her airways. Her legs flailed as she was dragged backwards towards a leatherback chair.

As the older woman sat down, her hold on Sophie loosened and allowed her to draw a welcome breath. But so focused was Sophie on filling her lungs that she offered no resistance as Famke used the hose to tie her arms behind her back, leaving her defenceless.

“Last time I had you kiss my legs, remember?” asked Famke, still clearly embittered by the pain Sophie had inflicted on her. “This time it’ll be worse.”

“Fuck you,” muttered Sophie, her voice quiet but strong. She had climbed onto her knees despite her bound wrists and was glaring at Famke but a sharp tug of the hair soon had her on her back again.

Famke placed her right foot on Sophie’s lips. Sophie gritted her teeth to deny her entry but it was no use. Famke smirked as she applied more pressure, leaving Sophie no option but to open her mouth if she wanted to keep her teeth.

Sophie’s cheeks bulged as the huge foot forced its way in. She was quickly overwhelmed by the size of it as well as the acrid taste, but the merciless Famke kept jamming it in further! Sophie tried to wriggle free but had no leverage with her arms tied. She gagged on the foot repeatedly until finally the cackling Famke retracted it.

“Do you submit?” she asked. “Or do you want another taste?”

“I submit!” bawled Sophie, her defiance crushed. “Please, no more!”

Famke rose from her chair and wiped her spit-covered foot on Sophie’s hair. “Stay on the floor where you belong until I leave the room,” she ordered.

Sophie nodded hurriedly. Her face was slick with tears and saliva and her pride lay shattered around her. From her position, she couldn’t see or hear Famke leave the room, so she remained lying on the floor for some time, not taking any chance that she might disobey the command of the better woman.

[KatieJobber]

Absolutely amazing story Nicole! Loved seeing Kate upton beat by a fan of all people!

[BlueRoses]

Katherine Heigl VS Lily Collins

They were in the women’s restroom at an awards show. Lily struggled weakly as the bigger woman’s hands closed around her modest biceps and squeezed cruelly. Katherine marched to the wall with her prey seemingly unable to squirm from her grip and planted her against the solid surface with a thud.

Lily didn’t know why the blonde had targeted her, but the reason was simple: because she knew she could. As the 2000s turned into the 2010s, Katherine had been one of the most feared actresses out there but her star had waned and she’d been largely forgotten about. Now it was 2024 and Katherine was back. This was her statement to anybody who wanted a piece.

“Come on, pipsqueak,” she laughed as she looked into Lily’s anxious face. “Tell me you’re at least woman enough to fight back.”

Lily wasn’t much of a fighter, but such goading was enough to bring out another side of herself. She threw a punch at Katherine and connected with her left breast, but the blow was weak and easily shrugged off.

“That’s it?!” guffawed Katherine as she pushed Lily hard against the wall once more. “You’re a joke.” With that verbal dismissal, Katherine launched herself forward into the struggling brunette, sandwiching her against the wall.

Katherine’s arms pinned Lily’s in place, her legs also proved stronger as they crushed into the smaller woman’s. Her bigger boobs and overall larger frame crashed repeatedly into the now-screaming Lily’s torso as if to emphasise that Katherine was stronger in every department.

When Katherine released her, Lily slid down the wall into a seated position. With a shiver, she looked up at the smug blonde who had brought her down so easily.

“What…what do you want?” asked Lily as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

“I want you to beg, bitch,” responded the winner before ominously adding “and I always get what I want.” Licking her lips, Katherine seized her victim and devised a perfect punishment for her.

But while Lily wrestled with the decision of whether to beg for mercy, another woman entered the restroom.

“What on Earth is going on here?” asked Katheryn Winnick, shocked by the sight of Heigl bending over Lily, her hands clawing maliciously at the younger woman’s body.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll butt out now, Winnick,” Katherine shot back.

“I don’t like being told what to do,” said Winnick with ice in her voice. “And I don’t much like bullies either.”

Lily didn’t know what to do as she watched Heigl and Winnick square up to each other, but one thing she did know is that she wanted to see what happened next.



Part 2: Katherine Heigl VS Katheryn Winnick

Heigl yelled in frustration. Winnick had landed a number of solid jabs to her body and had easily parried all of Heigl’s offense. The Canadian then used her taekwondo skills to fire a kick into Heigl’s abdomen that almost knocked all the wind out of her.

Heigl was reeling. She backed up towards the wall and watched worriedly as Winnick bore down on her, perhaps looking to deliver another deadly kick.

“Not so tough when you’re fighting someone who knows what they’re doing, huh?” smirked Winnick, keen to rub in her superiority over Katherine.

Angry, unskilled and desperate, Heigl tried to use her own powerful right leg to kick Winnick’s side just as the Canadian had done to her but the strike was telegraphed and it was simple for someone of Winnick’s skill to trap the leg between her body and arm.

Heigl knew she was in trouble now but she refused to show any sign of weakness. Hopping on one leg, she snarled at Winnick “put me down now, or else.”

No sooner had she said this than Winnick kicked Heigl’s left leg out from under her, sending her crashing to the floor with a shriek. Heigl got on her hands and knees and tried to crawl away, but Winnick stamped on her back, drawing a deep groan from the American and flattening her to the floor once more. Keeping her foot on the taller woman’s back, Winnick reached down and pulled both of Heigl’s arms up, wrenching the shoulder joints painfully.

Lily watched in awe as the woman who had attacked her was now the one on the ground, crying out in pain. She couldn’t help but appreciate the karma of the situation.

“Stop! I…” but Heigl’s protests were cut off as she let out another cry, this one more feeble than before.

“Apologise to her,” commanded Winnick, keeping the hold applied. Heigl went quiet, her pride not allowing her to stoop to such grovelling. But there appeared no way out of the hold and her shoulders were now in agony. She was just about to muster up an apology when a softer voice spoke up.

“No!” said Lily, crouching down to her. “I want you to beg, bitch.”

Hearing her own words thrown back in her face like this was too much for Heigl and she resolved to get out of the hold and crush both these bitches. She summoned all her strength to power out of the hold, but she was kidding herself as Winnick just tightened her grip and stamped down on her back once more, rendering her powerless and screaming.

“I’m sorry,” said Katherine quietly, her eyes now watering. “Please let me go, Katheryn.”

“It’s not my mercy you need to beg for, loser,” smirked Katheryn. “It’s Lily’s.”

A pause followed. And then…

“Please, Lily” said Katherine, though she hated herself for doing so. “Please let me go.”

Lily smiled and placed her foot on the top of Katherine’s blonde head. She held the pose for a few seconds and then nodded to Winnick to release the beaten woman. Without a word, Lily and Katheryn turned up their noses and left the bedraggled Heigl a heap on the floor to reflect on what she’d done and whether she ever dared fight again.

[wheelman]

Nicely done BlueRoses! There's just something very satisfying about an uppity snob like Heigl getting humbled by a total badass like Winnick. And a token jobber like Lily Collins thrown in for good measure was a nice touch also! 

[HL_IM]

I also wouldn't mind seeing Kat Dennings try to avenge for fellow MCU mate.

T


Kat Dennings vs Sydney Sweeney





Now this one was billed as a titfight. Kat Dennings had specifically requested it after seeing her buddy ScarJo get her beautiful bust absolutely mashed. And Sydney Sweeney accepted. What was better than humbling one uber-famous pair of MCU tatas? Well, humbling two pairs, of course!

But could she do it? Could Sydney establish herself as one of the most dangerous pairs out there? You bet your ripe melons she could.

Kat was squealing. The grunting and moaning had come earlier. Then yelping. Now she was in a full-blown panic and genuinely squealing at the pressure being applied to her big, but very softened jugs.

Sydney’s arms flexed tighter and tighter as she poured on the pressure in her bear hug. She was grinning right in Kat’s face as their breasts mushroomed together. Kat wanted to escape so badly. She couldn’t comprehend the number Syd’s tits were doing on hers. She was so confident prior to the start of the match. She would make Sydney apologize for what she did to Scarlett. She would make Sydney admit her tits were overrated. Next minute…

Kat screamed as she felt something go in her left breast. She didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t feel good. The roar of the crowd suggested it was visibly obvious too. Then she heard Syd’s voice. “Is that supposed to be all the way down there, Kitty Kat?” Kat was going red. She squirmed and yelled. But she was trapped. The younger star was too strong. Stronger than she looked. And then Kat felt her other breast go. That damn crowd piped up again.

“Kat?? You’re just a big PUSSY!” Sydney laughed, cockier by the minute.

She shoved Kat away. Kat felt relief. For a moment. Then she looked down and screamed. Those weren’t her tits. Surely not.

Teary, panicked eyes rose to meet Syd’s, and Sydney smirked cruelly. She charged at Kat. Kat was frozen. Syd’s jugs SLAMMED against Kat’s broken pair. Kat flew off of her feet and bounced so hard on her back that her flopping tits smacked her in her own face.

Syd stood at Kat’s feet. The same position she took when finishing Scarlett. Arms out wide. The crowd popped. Sydney was ready to finish her second Marvel-lous pair.

Once more, Sydney’s lips curled into a proud smirk. She dropped straight forward. Her currently much more impressive looking breasts hit Kat’s as hard as they had hit Scarlett’s. Kat’s mashed pair mushroomed out, visible bruising already on the flesh draping over her ribs. MCU fans looked away.

Just as Scarlett had done, Kat was now shaking, distraught, and conscious of the damage to her once proud breasts. Sydney kept to her own script, wriggled her way up the bawling brunette, and pressed her huge breasts against Kat’s lips. “Your turn, Kat. Kiss them and admit it.” Sydney made her demands.

Kat did so. Gently kissing Sydney’s breasts as she cried. Marvel fans had left by the time Kat verbally admitted that Sydney was better than anyone in the MCU.

Time for Ms Sydney to face Lizzie Olsen  the true tits queen of MCU (though ScarJo has obliterated her in the past, but shhh we don't talk about that here ?)