[Golden Goddess]

Psssh. Atwell *crushes* Olson.

[snw]

Love these stories about Sydney. I kept waiting for her to be an intense catfight on the show. I am positive she’d win and She strikes me as one who not only loves crushing a rivall’s chest with her own while telling her or the girls man how she’s taken them down one at a time. I’d been hoping someone would write a story about her. I just ain’t much of a writer or I’d do it myself. So thank you and I hope it’s not the last with her in it. Maybe fighting another girl over the man’s attention. That would be awesome.

[BlueRoses]

Always loved this matchup in my mind!

1992: Michelle Pfeiffer VS Rebecca De Mornay

Michelle had just achieved great acclaim for her performance as Catwoman, a role Rebecca had auditioned for! To bask in her success, Michelle fought wearing her already iconic catsuit.

“You really thought this ridiculous outfit was going to frighten me?” mocked Rebecca as she buried her knee deeper into the crotch of the prone and flailing Pfeiffer. “You need to be shown your place.”

As Rebecca scooted forward to sit on Michelle’s stomach, she was caught off guard by a searing pain in her chest. In desperation, Michelle had raked the claws of her costume across the impressive bosom of her attacker.

Rebecca cried out as she looked down at her chest and saw thin red lines forming across her titflesh. “I wasn’t trying to frighten you, dear,” smirked Michelle. “I wore this costume because it represents my success. And your failure.”

Michelle tried to claw at Rebecca once more, but this time she was ready. Blocking Michelle’s lunge, Rebecca chided her: “No surprise you’re attacking my tits, you jealous skank.” With fierce yells, they each grabbed one another by the hair and rolled around in a hateful frenzy. The usual cries of “Bitch” and “Slut” were punctuated by harsh slaps to the face and body of their despised rival.

Finally, Rebecca landed on top. She bounced her ass hard onto Michelle’s tender belly, drawing a pained gasp, before viciously slapping her face back down to the floor. Rebecca wasn’t done yet. She grabbed Michelle with both hands by her mask and hair and slammed her head down to the ground repeatedly.

“You call this success, Pussycat?” she sneered as Michelle’s eyes turned glassy. “I guess it kind of is. You’ve probably been fantasising about this for years. Well if you’re gonna dress like a gimp, you’re gonna get used like one.”

Rebecca slid her ass forward once more so that her crotch was now right above her opponent’s face. She sat down, using her legs to pin Michelle’s arms helplessly to the floor. Rebecca took a moment to bask in the panic that set into Michelle’s eyes as she realised what was about to happen. Without further ado, Rebecca facesat Michelle. She rocked back and forth, slowly at first before building a tremendous pace, only stopping when she was fully satisfied.

When Rebecca had finally finished with Michelle’s now-dishevelled face, she leaned down to the superstar’s ear and whispered: “I own you. And the night is still young.”

Defeated, humiliated and now claimed by her impossibly smug rival, the semi-conscious Michelle could do nothing but accept the truth of this proclamation. She was left as nothing more than a mess on the floor, the acclaim of her performance in Batman Returns serving as little comfort indeed in the face of complete subservience to her conqueror.

[Nicole S]

Sydney Sweeney VS Kelly Brook

"You're in over your head, miss tits!" the haughty brunette shouted, hands on her hips as she made her way towards the center of the ring, smirking at her panting opponent before her. Kelly Brook's large, English tits bounced with each movement she made, drawing the gaze of every onlooker in the room. With each sway of her hips, she seemed to taunt the laws of physics themselves, her hefty boobs defying the passage of time and the law of gravity. The crowd was almost all American, with a few of her supporters having made the trip across the pond to watch their girl in action. As such, she was both the underdog and the unfavourite, but Kelly didn't give a damn about being either. She only planned to prove she was still worthy of competing with the best, and who better to demonstrate that point than America's latest angel herself: Sydney Sweeney.

Sydney's own large breasts heaved with each breath, her eyes locked onto Kelly's as she prepared another go, lunging back at the brunette beauty. With a swift sidestep, Kelly evaded Sweeney's pounce as the blonde's tits barely grazed across her own.

Seizing the opportunity, Kelly retaliated by swinging her tits back in an arch, her globes colliding with the side of Sydney's right boob with a resounding thud that shook the smaller pair upon impact. Syd staggered backward with a yelp, momentarily stunned by the force of the impact.

Before she could react to the counterattack, her doe eyes widened in realization as she saw Kelly coming towards her, those big juggs billowing bare-naked for all to appreciate. Sweeney braced herself and arched her tits out, attempting to meet Kelly's boobs head-on in a desperate bid to gain the upper hand.

Kelly's big tits crashed into the blonde's as the two pairs mushroomed together. For a brief moment, it seemed as though Sydney might hold her own as her younger breasts strained against Kelly's huge rack. Sydney gritted her teeth and pushed back against Kelly's tits, fighting to maintain her ground as the two women pushed their best assets against one another in a bout of pride. The audience cheered for the blonde as Sydney breathed heavily, grinding Kelly's fat tits harder with her own pair as she gave the crowd a show to remember.

The busty British beauty pulled back after a few seconds, creating some distance between the two women, and relief seemed to wash over Sweeney's face. Both pairs of tits were beginning to redden, one pair more than the other by a thin margin. Both pairs wobbled as they separated from contact with the other. Kelly lifted her breasts again to drop them down on Sydney's, but Sydney was clever; she swung her tits in an upward arc, aiming for the soft, juicy underside of Kelly's hefty boobs. The impact landed and one woman groaned... and it wasn't the English beauty. The impact of the collision sent a jolt of pain through Sydney's chest, momentarily stunning the young contender. Kelly's huge juggs barely even moved, and it became increasingly clear that Sydney Sweeney was up against an opponent whose assets were truly in a league of their own.

"Ughhhhhh..." Syd groaned as another massive shot rocked her boobs, the sound of impact echoing through the room. Sweeney groaned as her lovely cleavage was pushed upward from the force of the strike, but rather than pulling away, she fought through the discomfort as she focused on grinding away at the brunette's oversized boobs.

Sydney used Kelly's wrists to pull the brunette beauty into her; her proud tits seemed to almost disappear into Kelly's huge juggs as they tried to spread the English model's pair out slightly, earning a low grunt from Brook as Sydney's tits attempted to burrow against her cleavage, "Hah... now I got your fat fucking tits right where I want them!" she snarled at the Brit as she emphasized the curse with another shove.

Her smaller, but amply firm breasts burrowed deeper between Brook's tits. Kelly's tits were finally giving, albeit barely, as Sydney continued to bury her tits deeper into the brunette's plentiful titflesh. However, the movement came to a sudden halt when Sydney's tits met the thick flesh beneath the surface of Kelly's large rack. Kelly's inner boob tissue successfully resisted the invasion attempt as Sydney let out a low groan.

Sydney's tits were big enough that they had Brook's huge boobs pushed apart considerably, but other than that, the Page 3 cover girl's rack held their shape just fine, refusing to yield any more ground to the blonde's firm hooters. Kelly's larger and fuller boobs held Sydney's tits at bay as the two women groaned. Sydney grunted as she pushed in with her shoulders, causing Kelly's jugs to balloon subtly as she readied herself for a second wi--

But before she could, Kelly's arms snaked around Syd's waist and clamped her in a tight bearhug! Brook's lean muscles becoming defined as she pulled Sydney's tits flat against her own pair. Sweeney twisted and struggled, but Kelly was no stranger to the titfighting scene. She knew that first step in flattening a big pair like Syd's was taking away her leverage.

"You got heart, kiddo," Kelly leaned in as her fearsome frontage pushed up against Sydney's tits, mushrooming the blonde's famous pair for the entire world to see, "But it takes more than heart to crush perfect tits like mine, and the most overrated milkers in America just ain't got it!" The trapped blonde groaned as Kelly pressed her big melons down on Syd's softened boobs, causing the tops of the blonde's tits to dent and compress as Kelly grinned.

As the heavy pair began to squish Sydney's boobs quickly, the younger blonde's arms moved in desperation to Kelly's shoulders in an attempt to break the Brit's tit-crushing embrace. Sweeney let out a long moan as their boobs mashed tighter together, her smaller pair pressing into the bigger rack of the British woman. Sydney fought against the Brit's tight squeeze for a few minutes, before her shoulders finally relaxed and her arms slumped down to the sides. Kelly dropped her to the mat and picked up the blonde's pink frilly bra which the Brit had stripped off early in the fight. The model attempted to put the bra on as the audience booed her. The straps dug into Kelly's skin as the bra struggled to lift up her tits. Brook swung her arms behind her head and arched her back out slowly, and the crowd was silenced as the proud double-D bra groaned and quickly tore with an audible snap.

Kelly tossed the broken garment aside and stuck up a middle finger to the crowd before leaving, "This is your new Kate Upton? The bitch couldn't flatten me at 24 and she sure as hell didn't flatten me at 44!"

[WrestleFic]

2009 - Gwyneth Paltrow (37) vs Scarlett Johansson (25)

"There's nothing impressive about what you do, it's all made up."
Gwyneth's own words were stuck in her mind as she struggled on the floor of the boxing ring. It was only a short while after filming the famous scene in Iron Man 2, with Scarlett Johansson's character 'Natalie' easily taking down Jon Favreau's Happy Hogan. The assembled crew were full of praise for Johansson by the time the shot was complete, but Gwyneth let her jealousy get the better of her and threw a catty remark at the younger woman, albeit quietly enough that no-one else would hear it. She'd expected Scarlett to be cowed in the face of her put-down, but to her surprise she was pulled into a tight hug, which the crew took to be a sign of the two actresses bonding. Only Paltrow herself heard Scarlett's whispered response.
"Want to put that to the test?"

It wasn't long before the set was cleared, and Gwyneth and Scarlett made excuses to stay behind on their own. As soon as the door shut, Scarlett was climbing back into the boxing ring, beckoning Paltrow to follow her - an offer that the older actress, foolishly, accepted. It quickly became clear that she was outmatched, as Scarlett easily brought her down to the mats and replicated her earlier performance, snapping her toned legs around Paltrow's head and pulling her arm across the mat to pin her. Gwyneth's free hand grabbed at Scarlett's legs, but it was a futile gesture; she had no hope in pulling free now. Scarlett bent her legs at the knee, encircling Gwyneth's face with her thigh on one side and her calf on the other, squeezing the older woman's cheeks as her face turned red.
"Ok... I'm sorry... you've made... your point..." Gwyneth gasped, tapping a hand desperately against Scarlett's knee, but her tormentor showed no mercy, simply watching her face with a hint of a smirk forming on her lips. It didn't last long but it felt like an eternity, as Paltrow's writhing body started to slow and her eyes rolled back into her head. Scarlett parted her legs and stood up, letting the now unconscious Gwyneth's head thump against the mat. She looked down at her with disdain, nudging her head with one foot to make sure she was out; Paltrow's head lolled to the other side.
"That's what you get, you stuck-up bitch," Scarlett murmured to herself as she climbed out of the ring.

2012 - Gwyneth Paltrow (40) vs Rebecca Hall (31)

It wasn't long before Gwyneth Paltrow found herself jealous of another MCU castmate: her multi-movie partnership with Robert Downey Jr. seemed to bleed into her real life, as she grew to resent seeing other women flirting with 'her' Tony Stark. Rebecca Hall, an English actress who played an old fling of Stark's in Iron Man 3, was the latest to unknowingly earn her ire. Gwyneth went out of her way to make Rebecca feel unwelcome: 'accidently' closing doors in her face, dropping catty comments, and deliberately bumping her every time the two women passed each other. It was one such incident that finally brought the one-sided rivalry to a head, as Gwyneth barged into the younger woman in the bathrooms hard enough to knock her back, and Rebecca decided she had had enough of the poor treatment.
Surprisingly, no-one heard the cries of fury and pain as the two women clashed, though their voices echoed around the empty bathroom. Despite their similar heights, Paltrow's bark proved worse than her bite as she was manhandled around the room, shoved up against the walls of the stalls before being pinned face-down on the floor by the stronger Rebecca straddling her back. She kicked her legs futilely she found her head lifted roughly off the floor by the hand tangled in her hair.
"Now leave me alone," Rebecca hissed, yanking on Paltrow's locks to emphasise her point; the defeated actress didn't say anything, but simply squeezed her eyes shut and nodded desperately. Satisfied, Rebecca released her grip and left the room without another word.

2017 - Gwyneth Paltrow (45) vs Brie Larson (28), Elizabeth Olsen (28), and Evangeline Lilly (38)

Gwyneth hadn't made herself popular on the set of Avengers: Endgame. Despite being away from the superhero game for a while, she returned to the franchise with an air of superiority, looking down on many of the other women to join the franchise after her, and dropping bitchy comments about their appearances. It was after a long day of shooting, during which she told Brie Larson "there's less substance in your acting than there is in your ass", that some of her castmates decided she needed a lesson in humility. As such, when she retired to her trailer, she found herself ambushed by the combined forces of Brie Larson, Elizabeth Olsen, and Evangeline Lilly.
She stood no chance; despite being the tallest in the room, Gwyneth was easily overpowered by each woman in turn, as they pinned, stretched, and slapped her into submission. Her cries for mercy went unheeded, all three of her tormentors having weeks of pent-up frustration that they were all too happy to release on her. Finally, the exhausted Gwyneth Paltrow found herself lying flat on her back; Evangeline Lilly had her legs tightly locked up, while Liz Olsen had dragged her arms over her head and was sitting firmly on them, smiling down at the trapped Gwyneth.
"What was it you were saying about my, uh, 'substance'?" Brie's voice penetrated her consciousness as the blonde stood over her, hiking up the yoga pants she'd worn for the occasion to emphasise the curve of her ass. She began to squat, and Gwyneth barely had time to register what was happening before that same ass was pressed down on her face. A moment later Brie brought her feet up to rest on Gwyneth's stomach, her full weight now smothering the older woman, who was helpless to resist as the others held her still. She was only vaguely aware of the sound of laughter as she struggled to breathe, finally passing into a blissful unconsciousness.


2018 - Gwyneth Paltrow (46) vs Zendaya (22)

Spider-Man: Far From Home could have been the Pepper Potts' swansong in the MCU, a cameo with a hefty paycheck to close out Phase 3. Unfortunately for Gwyneth Paltrow, her first day on set was to be her last as she clashed with young star Zendaya. The ever-oblivious Gwyneth was convinced she was a production assistant, and grew increasingly irate when her demands for a coffee were ignored. Finally, she snapped and grabbed the young woman by the shoulders, shoving her up against the wall and bashing her head against it. Zendaya saw red and responded in kind, her knee rising up to smash into the older woman's crotch and instantly turn the tide of the confrontation.
 A one-sided fight followed, as Gwyneth once again found herself at the mercy of a stronger, younger woman; despite her attempts to claw and slap at Zendaya, she only succeeded in making her more determined to humiliate her opponent. It didn't take long for Paltrow's shirt to be ripped off and used as an improvised garrotte against her. Finally, spread-eagle on the floor, the defeated Gwyneth tapped her hand against the floor to indicate her surrender. But Zendaya wasn't through with her yet.
Gwyneth was unable to resist as Zendaya sat hard on her upper back, squishing her chest against the floor. The young actress took a moment to remove her shoes and peel off her socks before tucking her feet underneath Gwyneth's face, naked soles facing up. Paltrow tried to turn away but Zendaya shifted backward to sit on the back of her head and forcibly push her face into the waiting soles. Gwyneth closed her eyes and tried to scream for help, but her cries were muffled by Zendaya's feet. Then, as she felt things couldn't get worse, there was a sudden sharp, stinging slap against her ass cheek, then another, then another. Tears in her eyes, Gwyneth Paltrow found herself being completely dominated by her opponent, smothered in her feet as Zendaya spanked her ass.
She didn't return to the film after that day.

[BlueRoses]

Famke Janssen VS Karen Gillan

Of course they noticed each other. Theirs were the only legs at the event that could compete with each other. Her passion for fighting re-ignited by her recent wins over Sophie Turner, Famke was itching for another scrap and Karen had proved an all too willing combatant.

Famke grunted as the smirking Scot pinned her wrists to the floor. She wasn’t used to being overmatched like this and a fury to reverse her predicament burned within her.

“You’ve bitten off more than you can chew this time,” said Karen. “What will your friends at the old folks home think of you now?”

But Famke didn’t take kindly to such mockery. She managed to free her right hand and grab a fistful of Karen’s red hair. She pulled the younger woman down on top of her and delivered some clubbing blows to her back with her free hand.

The two women gritted their teeth as they struggled, neither giving an inch. Karen once more seized Famke’s wrists, but it was their lower bodies where the real action was taking place. Famke’s long legs kicked at those of the redhead, who maintained her position atop the older woman. Eventually, Karen was able to grapevine her own legs around the Dutchwoman’s forcing them painfully apart.

“These old legs aren’t up to the challenge, grandma,” hissed Karen, confident in the strength and length of her own gams to overcome anyone’s.

Famke relished the opportunity to overcome the cocky Scot and her overrated legs. She summoned all her strength in her legs and squeezed, determined to put Karen firmly in her place.

And nothing. Karen’s legs didn’t budge an inch.

“Is that it?” she scoffed in Famke’s face. Karen was greatly amused by the look of panic that crossed Famke's features. She had never felt so helpless before. It was one thing to lose a fight, but for her proud legs to be defeated was a greater humiliation altogether. “This is what a real pair of legs can do,” Famke heard Karen declare.

Keeping her tight grapevines applied to both legs, Karen pulled her legs further and further apart. Famke began crying out in pain but still Karen seemed able to extend her endless legs. When they finally reached full extension, Famke was in incredible pain.

“What do you say?” asked Karen. There was a long pause before Famke choked out a response.

“You win,” she said finally. Her arms were pinned, her legs were trapped and she was face to face with the smug victor on top of her. There really was no disguising her defeat.

“No, no, no,” chided Karen in mocking baby voice. She leaned in closer so her red hair was tickling Famke’s face. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

Famke feigned ignorance, but Karen wasn’t going to spell it out for her. They both knew what the Scot wanted. Karen just kept her hold cinched in until she heard the inevitable reply.

“Your legs are better,” mumbled Famke.

“Louder.”

“Your legs are better!” it was almost a screech this time.

“And don't you fucking forget it,” growled Karen. She finally released her foe and rose. “That’s what happens when you fight women half your age, honey. Maybe stick to your knitting next time, yeah?”

Famke had to endure the taunts of the winner. She curled into the fetal position to nurse her strained legs. She lay there snivelling for a while, unable to process such a thorough defeat.

[BlueRoses]

1960: Grace Kelly VS Elizabeth Taylor

Grace looked up at her husband from her vulnerable position. She hoped he knew it was all for him. She saw him watching silently, almost transfixed by the catfight as she knew he would be. She wasn’t much of a fighter herself, but had decided to try it for him. And when Elizabeth Taylor had strutted into their palace, cleavage on display, Grace thought she had found the perfect opponent. Alas, she wasn’t much of a fighter at all.

Grace felt Liz’s foot stomp on her back. She squealed but before she knew it, Liz was sitting on her. Grace had no idea how to counter any of this and her eyes met Rainer’s in a desperate plea. Liz reached down and grabbed a chinlock on Grace, wrenching her neck back painfully.

“You feeble little thing,” laughed Elizabeth. For fun, she complimented her chinlock with hair-pulling, face-slapping and even nose-pinching just to show that she could. To show that she was in control.

Grace thrashed her limbs about uselessly, with any impact made on Elizabeth completely useless. She was just about to submit when Liz altered her hold, no longer holding Grace by the chin but with two fingers in each side of her mouth.

The fishhook hold not only prevented her from submitting, it was excruciating as well! She was overcome by the pain and the embarrassment of the situation and could feel tears begin to roll down her cheeks when Liz leaned in next to her ear.

“Listen here, my little Disgrace,” whispered Elizabeth so only Grace could hear her. “We both know I have a certain… reputation. What can I say? I like men. I have beaten you up and I can steal your husband if I want. Just ask Debbie Reynolds!” she added with a giggle.

Grace’s eyes widened in fear at the implication here.

“I’m sure you don’t want that,” continued Liz as Grace shook her head. “In that case, I’ll just take this as compensation.”

Elizabeth let Grace’s head drop and took her left hand instead. She slid the priceless diamond wedding ring off her finger and took it for herself. She stood up, admiring the jewel and thinking it would make a fine addition to her collection.

“I submit!” cried an emotional Grace once she got her breath back. Not that anybody needed to be told at this stage.

“Sorry to disappoint you Rainer, but I won’t be staying for dinner,” said Elizabeth as though nothing extraordinary had happened. “And if you ever want this back, Grace,” she indicated the ring. “Just tell me when you want round 2.”

She never dared.

[Nicole S]

Billie Eilish VS Kat Dennings



In the mud pit, Billie Eilish and Kat Dennings grappled, their tits compressed at an unusual standstill for either of them. Kat's 34DDs were locked up tight against Billie's 32DDs. Billie's pair, while begrudgingly a touch smaller than Kat's, still packed a wallop that had taken Hollywood by storm lately. They boasted a firmness most other 22-year-olds only dreamed to have, which had the 37-year-old Dennings forced into playing defensive for once. Kat's juggs were never usually rocked this hard and were feeling the heat like never before as both girls slammed their tits together in an attempt to brute force the other pair flat. With a determined war-cry, Billie lunged forward as her wrecking balls slammed into Kat's from below. Billie's were big enough to almost knock Kat's rack up into her own face as Dennings was staggered backwards. She lost her balance, tumbling into the mud with a hefty splash that displaced mud across the first row of the crowd of rich, snobby elites.

Billie climbed on top, her bra busters dragging over Kat's as she pinned the brunette's shoulders down beneath the mud. The crowd watched in awe as Billie leaned forward, her ample breasts squaring up firmly against Kat's huge juggs as she used her smaller but effective frame to pin Dennings in the mud. The mud oozed around them as they grappled, barely able to get purchase on one another as their hands slipped and their big tits slid across one another's. Billie's breasts slowly buried Kat's in the sludgy depths; Kat's cleavage filled with mud as Billie's tits exerted their relentless pressure. With each passing moment, Kat's globes sank deeper into the pit, before finally vanishing beneath the surface as Billie's fearsome frontage proved too heavy to turn back. A collective gasp escaped the crowd as they watched in astonishment, the sight of Kat's tits disappearing beneath the muddy prison sending waves - metaphorical ones, this time - throughout the crowded venue.

"Urghhhhhhhhh!" Kat groaned as her tits visible flattened under Billie's.
"I'm sinking your battleships, you big-titted cow," Billie hissed as Kat strained beneath her, her tits trying to push Billie's up as the mud rippled underneath the younger girl's. Billie leaned in closer, her breath hot against Kat's ear, sending shivers down the actress's spine as she whispered huskily, "Oh, come on, bitch - my tits are too heavy to move, even for a fat pair like yours. You're fifteen years too late to this fight and it's time to bury the trash!"

As Kat's tits strained to push out of the mud, they encountered a formidable obstacle in the form of Billie's stubborn udders. Kat rolls her shoulders, summoning every ounce of strength as she tries to push up against Billie's tits. But Billie's boobs were not just firm, but heavy as hell, and being on top only added to her advantage. Kat's boobs remained trapped beneath the surface, unable to break free from their muddy prison. She grunted with effort as she tried to arch her back, her large bazookas straining beneath the combined weight of the mud as well as Billie's steamrollers pressing down upon them. Despite her best efforts, Kat found herself unable to gain leverage as her once-infallible 34DDs strained against a pair over a decade younger.

It was a sight not many had ever seen; Kat Dennings, groaning with effort, her tits compressing against another, younger pair. as she attempted to hold back Billie's big tits with her own. The mud splashed around them, adding to the intensity of the struggle as Kat fought to break out of the pin. Billie was no fucking slouch, as much as she hated to admit to herself. Kat's frustration had reached its peak; trying to move Billie's big melons felt like hitting a brick wall - both physically and metaphorically. No matter how hard she pushed or squirmed, those mountains of flesh weren't budging an inch; they might as well have been mud-capped peaks as Kat's tits continued to sink into the mud. It was a humbling moment for Kat, who was used to crushing even the most challenging juggs in the biz.

But just as she was about to succumb to defeat, a spark of inspiration struck her in the face. If she couldn't bring her tits out of the mud... she'd bring Billie's down there instead! Without hesitation, Kat wrapped her arms tightly around Billie's waist, forcibly pulling Eilish down into the mud with her! Billie let out a quick gasp, trying to lift up as she felt mud seep into her dark locks. Their tits crushed together as both fighters sunk into the pit, completely submerged as their grunts ceased and were replaced with just sloshing earth. The crowd held their breath, anticipation hanging as they waited to see who would emerge the victor - if either would emerge at all. It was a moment of uncertainty as everyone held their breaths in spirit. It felt like an eternity as a full minute passed... a bubble here, a bubble there, but otherwise the mud stayed calm...

...before suddenly, it was Kat Dennings who emerged from the depths of the mud pit first! With a triumphant gasp, she burst through the surface, her massive chest heaving as she gulped in the fresh air like it was going out of style. Her hair was matted with mud, sticking to her forehead and cheeks as she shook her head in an attempt to disperse it. Her big tits shook with each movement, caked in a layer of mud, they were just as much a sight to behold as anytime. Despite the challenge they were pitted against, they remained firm and proudly standing. Breathing heavily, she reached down back into the sludge and, with a strong tug, pulled Billie's weak body out of the pool by her muddled locks. With a grunt of effort, Kat slung Billie over the edge of the mud pit.

She pulled herself up on top of her and dropped her patented cannons on top of Billie's barely-conscious face. Billie feebly pawed at Kat's shoulders but she was much too weak to do a damn thing to stop Kat's 'Juggs of Mass Double-D-Struction'! Billie's muffled protests were completely engulfed by the massive titflesh sealed across her face. Kat spoke up over Billie's screams as the ref leaned over to start his three-count.

"This bitch has some big ol' pipes... so don't stop till you hit fifteen... one for each year I've got on her!"

[Nicole S]

Taylor Swift VS Kylie Jenner



On the eve of her new album release, a fight unfolded between two of Hollywood's biggest names: Taylor Swift and Kylie Jenner. The air was thick with tension as the pop sensation and the reality star locked eyes across the ring. Kylie, being ever the bitch, decided to make the battle all about their legs. She wanted to crush Taylor's infamous gams with her own on one of Swift's most memorable nights. As they locked their legs together in a mutual body scissors, the crowd erupted into cheers, eager to see which famous starlet would emerge victorious. Taylor's legs, once slender, had filled out over the years, becoming strong and toned. And Kylie, known for her busty and curvaceous figure, had a lower body that were always formidable.

Their faces contorted with exertion as they poured every ounce of energy into their shared leg squeeze. Their legs trembled as they squeezed against each other, neither woman willing to admit defeat. Taylor's face contorted in pain as she struggled to match Kylie's initial strength, her head thrown back as she grunted with effort. Despite her best efforts, she could feel herself losing ground as her legs weakened between Kylie's relentless thighs as she clenched her teeth. Kylie wore her trademark smirk as she exerted her dominance, her thighs pumping with power as she squeezed Taylor tighter and tighter. Kylie was shorter and thicker, but damn, the girl had a lower body that wasn't just built to look good - it was built to dominate, just like her sisters.

"Got you now, you scrawny bitch, and with your own move too!" Kylie hissed as she threw her hair back to get a better look at the mewling blonde, a wide evil grin on her face as she realised she was owning Taylor Swift's legs with her own pair, "You're so damn pathetic - a pair of B cup tits, no ass worth even a second glance, and soon... no more famous legs!" Kylie's thighs tensed as she went to finish the blonde with one last squeeze.



"You're lucky you have a decent voice, bitch, because when it comes to your body, you're-- you're--"

Suddenly... Kylie stopped talking.

Taylor's thighs - toned and strong from years of working the stage, and her recent Eras tour earned some thanks as well in that department - began to overpower Kylie's as Taylor's head flicked down to meet Kylie's eyes with pure venom. With a grunt of effort from the blonde, the crowd gasped at the sudden musculature of Swift’s lower body as the statuesque stunner began to flex her strong legs in a terrifying second wind. The lean muscles of the blonde's limbs became even more visible as she applied substantial pressure on Kylie's rapidly-outmatched legs, drawing a low-pitched groan from the brunette as Jenner's own gams trembled trying to maintain their ground. Yet, despite her best efforts, it soon became clear who was now holding the upper hand. Taylor's thighs were relentless, tightening around Kylie's as the younger woman struggled to keep squeezing back. Taylor, at first only offering enough of a squeeze to resist Jenner's viscous pressure, now decided to give the bitch a taste of what happens when you push a country gal too damn far. It was time to unleash the squeeze.

The reality star let out a strained gasp, her own legs beginning to tremble with exhaustion as they loosened around Swift's. In a final bid to establish her victory, Taylor lifted her hips and ass into the air, adding even more pressure to her already crushing scissors. Kylie finally cried out in defeat, unable to withstand the onslaught of Taylor's powerful legs any longer as she beat on the mat. Taylor's voice echoed through the room as she taunted Kylie, her tone dripping with arrogance as she yelled over Kylie's anguish.

"You Kardashians are just a bunch of has-beens with fake tits and expensive asses trying to whore your way back into the limelight," Taylor snarled, her grip increasing around Kylie's tortured legs, "I may not have your bodies, but I've got more talent in one fucking pinky than your whole damn clan combined. I'm Taylor goddamn Swift and it's time to...

take.

out.

the.

fucking.

TRASH."

"NNNNGGGGHHHHHUUHHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!" Kylie thrashed as the billionaire bitch clawed desperately at Taylor's thighs, begging for relief from the relentless pressure that felt like her legs were caught in a trash compactor. But Taylor showed no mercy, her thighs pulsating with power as she squeezed even harder. As Kylie's thrashing intensified, Taylor's sadistic grin widened, her eyes gleaming maliciously - very similar to the gleaming looks like the Kardashians would give their own prey. Taylor's legs pushed progressively inward as they clenched around Kylie's upper thighs. With each pained gasp that escaped Kylie's lips, Taylor's grip tightened further, her wicked legs exerting an unyielding pressure that threatened to separate Jenner's lower body from the rest of her.

Soon, Kylie's legs had gone limp, her eyes closed as she felt the world pulse around her. She weakly tapped on Taylor's still-squeezing legs until the blonde finally let her go when she heard security begin to shuffle behind her. As Taylor's legs lifted, Kylie found herself unable to stand up on her own as her own amazing legs had been rendered numb.

Taylor stood over her with her arms crossed as the crowd cheered her name, while the EMTs loaded Jenner onto a stretcher and wheeled her out of the arena. Her new album dropped an hour later and crushed records even more than Taylor had crushed the first of many future victims. She was back.

[WrestleFic]

The Companion Gauntlet



It had all seemed so innocent. Millie Gibson was on top of the world with her new main role in Doctor Who. She'd attended a photoshoot for the show's anniversary, where she met former companion Mandip Gill. The older actress had offered her some advice, and invited her to meet up a few days later in a gym in Cardiff, with the instruction "bring some workout clothes". Millie had agreed - after all, what could go wrong?

She'd discovered exactly what could go wrong when she showed up at the gym and found they weren't alone. Along with Mandip, Millie found herself face-to-face with six other women she knew but had never met, all dressed in some combination of sports bra, leggings, singlet, and shorts. Pearl Mackie, Jenna Coleman, Karen Gillan, Catherine Tate, Freema Agyeman, Billie Piper... all of whom had previous played companions on the show. They'd rented out the gym space for the afternoon for 'the Gauntlet', a hazing ritual that had started back in 2010. Karen Gillan, at that time the newest companion for the show, had been invited to the same gym by Tate, Agyeman, and Piper, who'd challenged her to wrestle each of them in turn; to their surprise, she'd overcome the challenge and made all three submit in turn. The challenge was extended to each new companion, with all her predecessors joining the ever-growing gauntlet, and now it was Millie's turn to take on all seven.



The first round came to a close after around seven minutes of back-and-forth between Millie and Mandip. The younger actress fought hard, but she found herself caught in a sleeper hold from behind. As she struggled, Mandip's legs closed around her torso as well, just tight enough to hold her where she was. After a minute of trying and failing to free herself, Millie tapped out her first submission on Mandip's leg.



The second submission followed about four minutes later. Millie struggled more against a fresh opponent, with Pearl more easily taking control of the fight. Millie ended up flat on her back, pinned down under Pearl's leg across her chest while her left arm was stretched in a tight armbar. Pearl enjoyed her position, her right foot resting firmly on Millie's head to press her cheek against the mat. The blonde kept up her struggles until Pearl lifted her hips off the mat, painfully wrenching the arm and scoring her submisison.



By the end of the third round, Millie was already exhausted. Jenna dominated from the beginning, and by the end Millie was on her back yet again, this time with the feisty Jenna sat astride her. Millie's arms were pinned to her sides by Jenna's legs, and her head was held in the older woman's arms. She could tell Jenna was putting on a show for the others as she oh-so-slowly dragged Millie's face against her ample chest, completely smothering her airways. With her arms pinned, all Millie could do was desperately kick her legs, and the fight ended with her drifting into a blissful rest.



The respite was short-lived as she faced off against the fearsome Karen Gillan almost as soon as she came around. Karen wasted no time in locking her long, strong legs around Millie's face. She lay back almost casually, hands behind her head, legs stretched out; Millie was on her front, her chin nestled against the redhead's crotch, cheeks squeezed in between the famous thighs. She gripped her opponents legs, already feeling light-headed and knowing she wasn't getting under her own power. Then suddenly Millie found her head moving as Karen lifted her hips on the mat and started properly squeezing the headscissor. Millie's shriek echoed around the large room, and the other six women shared empathetic looks; they'd all felt the power of those legs themselves. The round ended less than a minute after it began to desperate tapping.



The next round was almost as quick. Despite an age gap of more than thirty years, Catherine easily manhandled the worn-out Millie, throwing her around the mat before straddling her back and pulling her by the chin into a rough camel clutch. Millie screamed out her submission verbally this time, unable to move her arms enough to tap out.



Freema had toyed with Millie for a couple of minutes before dragging the exhausted blonde across the mat and tangling her up in a classic figure-four leglock. It almost looked like she wouldn't get a submission, her opponent now too tired to struggle, but that all changed once Freema leaned back and piled on the pressure. The pain seemed to temporarily jolt Millie back to life, just long enough to tap her hand on the mat, and her body slumped again as her legs were mercifully released.



Millie had no fight left in her by the time Billie took to the mats, and Billie didn't waste anyone's time. She simply maneuvered the limp Millie into position, and sat her ass firmly on the younger woman's face before reaching forward to lift her legs and tuck them under her arms in a reverse matchbook pin. Millie couldn't muster up any resistance, her arms staying flopped weakly out on the mat as she was dominated, her nose wedged in Billie's ass crack as it was rubbed on her face. Sweet relief came, as before, with her slipping into unconsciousness.

The second time she came around was a much less painful affair: rather than being subjected to Karen Gillan's headscissors, Millie was instead congratulated by her opponents for making a good attempt, even though she lost every round. At least she knew she'd be on their team the next time someone face the gauntlet.

[krispin]

1960: Grace Kelly VS Elizabeth Taylor

Grace looked up at her husband from her vulnerable position. She hoped he knew it was all for him. She saw him watching silently, almost transfixed by the catfight as she knew he would be. She wasn’t much of a fighter herself, but had decided to try it for him. And when Elizabeth Taylor had strutted into their palace, cleavage on display, Grace thought she had found the perfect opponent. Alas, she wasn’t much of a fighter at all.

Grace felt Liz’s foot stomp on her back. She squealed but before she knew it, Liz was sitting on her. Grace had no idea how to counter any of this and her eyes met Rainer’s in a desperate plea. Liz reached down and grabbed a chinlock on Grace, wrenching her neck back painfully.

“You feeble little thing,” laughed Elizabeth. For fun, she complimented her chinlock with hair-pulling, face-slapping and even nose-pinching just to show that she could. To show that she was in control.

Grace thrashed her limbs about uselessly, with any impact made on Elizabeth completely useless. She was just about to submit when Liz altered her hold, no longer holding Grace by the chin but with two fingers in each side of her mouth.

The fishhook hold not only prevented her from submitting, it was excruciating as well! She was overcome by the pain and the embarrassment of the situation and could feel tears begin to roll down her cheeks when Liz leaned in next to her ear.

“Listen here, my little Disgrace,” whispered Elizabeth so only Grace could hear her. “We both know I have a certain… reputation. What can I say? I like men. I have beaten you up and I can steal your husband if I want. Just ask Debbie Reynolds!” she added with a giggle.

Grace’s eyes widened in fear at the implication here.

“I’m sure you don’t want that,” continued Liz as Grace shook her head. “In that case, I’ll just take this as compensation.”

Elizabeth let Grace’s head drop and took her left hand instead. She slid the priceless diamond wedding ring off her finger and took it for herself. She stood up, admiring the jewel and thinking it would make a fine addition to her collection.

“I submit!” cried an emotional Grace once she got her breath back. Not that anybody needed to be told at this stage.

“Sorry to disappoint you Rainer, but I won’t be staying for dinner,” said Elizabeth as though nothing extraordinary had happened. “And if you ever want this back, Grace,” she indicated the ring. “Just tell me when you want round 2.”

She never dared.

That's fantastic. Poor Grace can't take her far larger stronger rival.
What about skinny Audrey Hepburn crushed by some big titted woman?

[tr0tz]

Goldie Hawn vs Suzanne Somers: Cage Match
1. Sissy Spacek by orgasm
2. Suzanne Somers by pin

Hard fought victory for Goldie! As all good things come in threes: who will be her next opponent?

[Nicole S]

Flashback 2002

Jennifer Connelly VS Jennifer Love Hewitt

"Get your ass up, miss big boobs! I'm not done with you yet!"

The big-tit showdown continued as Jennifer Love Hewitt got to her feet, throwing back her hair as she panted heavily. Jen took a second to hike up her pink lace bra, which had been dragged through the gutter all night and now exposed not one, but two of her self-proclaimed 'best juggs in the bizz' for the whole stadium to gawk. Worst part was, Connelly had decided to copy her and dropped her own black bra, if only to prove to the world that hers were bigger than Hewitt's own by a hair. Hewitt slapped the brunette across the face as she reached her feet, before Connelly shoved both hands right up against Jen's tits, almost knocking them flat, causing the Party of Five girl's 34Cs to bounce rapidly as Hewitt fought to keep her balance.The two Jennifers locked eyes across the ring, their chests rising and falling as they circled the other like feral animals.

With a fierce growl, Connelly lunged forward, her shapely breasts threatening to engulf Hewitt's as the two sets of juggs mush together. Hewitt groaned as she arched her back, pushing against Connelly's shoulders to keep her opponent's formidable rack at bay. Connolly starts to rock her hips, grinding up against Hewitt's body as she keeps their tits sandwiched together.

With a smug grin plastered on her face as she feels her tits mashing up against Hewitt's, Connelly leans in closer as her hot breath tickles Hewitt's right ear as she whispers, "You ain't gettin' away from me, Lovey. My tits are gonna make your tits submit to them... and then you're going to submit to me." she threatens as she grinds her tits against Jennifer's bare naked juggs as both girls fall back to the mat.

Hewitt just barely avoids having Connelly's tits smack down on top of hers as they hit the ground. But now Connelly has the scream queen on the ground, straddling her as her legs frame Hewitt's waist to keep her in place. With a wicked grin, Connelly leans forward, her large tits dangling over Hewitt's face as the former admittedly takes her time to soak in the visual: Jennifer Love Hewitt, the big boobed it-girl of the 90s, about to go down to her own bigger tits.

Hewitt tries to push Connolly off, but the brunette is riding through each buck of Lovey's hips. She grabs onto Hewitt's wrists, holding them down against the mat as she lowers her tits closer and closer to Hewitt's face, "Come on, sweetheart," Connolly purrs, her voice a low, husky whisper as Hewitt inhales her perfume clinging to the ample breasts above her, "there's no shame in losing to a pair of tits like mine." Connelly was working overtime as she pulled Hewitt's face closer and closer to her looming bust above. Hewitt pushed on her opponent's shoulders, squirming, lifting, but her eyes didn't pry from those huge juggs inches from her face. Connelly's big tits were heaving with exertion as the prospect of being smothered was more ominous than ever for Love as she continued to fight.

"I can't believe I'm gonna jugg out miss famous tits herself! But now how am I gonna do it? I've always been a fan of the classic stuff-yer-head-into-my-boobs-and-watch-your-pretty-face-squirm... and I gotta say, I have more than enough jugg for you, miss big tits!" Connelly was giddy, like a girl on Christmas morning, which put Jen over the edge as the Barenaked singer jolted up in frustration.

"Oh my GOD, do you ever shut the f--mmmmppppphhhhhh!" Jen finally shouted back as she started to push upward... just as Connelly let out a grunt of effort and plunged forward, her boobs sealing Hewitt's face against them as the rest of the brunette's complaint was engulfed by Connelly's D cup rack. "Not when I'm havin' this much fun, darling," Connelly quips back as she presses her bare tits even deeper, silencing Hewitt's protests for good as she forces the latter's head back to the mat, "My juggs stopped your juggs, princess; looks like you can call me miss big tits now!" Hewitt's muffled protests are drowned out by the ample juggs engulfing her, and soon enough, she's struggling to breathe as her frantic movements give Connelly the satisfaction she oh-so-desperately had been waiting for.

The very last thing that Hewitt hears, besides the crowd chanting 'J-M-D! J-M-D!'  in a progressively-loudening mantra, are her own muffled grunts as they are swallowed up by Connolly's big tits. Hewitt's second wind was snuffed out before it had a chance to blow.

[orangemoose]

I would not mind seeing Taylor Swift defeat Kourtney, Khloe, and Kim Kardashian after these recent stories with Kylie and Kendall.

[JT Edson]

Goldie Hawn vs Suzanne Somers: Cage Match

 


Golide’s arms were splayed out at her sides, her hands open and empty. Her legs were stretched out, one knee bent slightly. Her cinnamon-painted toenails had chips and scratches from kicking and stomping Suzanne, and only her light-green panties remained on her body. Her chest rose and fell slowly, the only sign that she was still alive. Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of pain and exhaustion. Sweat rolled off of her body and around the curves of the young woman’s tiny but tasty-looking tits.

Suzanne lay on her stomach in the center of the ring, her arms outstretched towards the ropes. Her face was pressed against the mat making the ring a makeup-smeared mess mixed with her sweat. Her back was covered in bruises and welts, and her pink bra was her only piece of modesty left after having her panties ripped off and her pussy destroyed.

 She stabbed her nails into the mat, pulling towards the ropes. It was a slow and painful process, but she was determined to get to her feet and continue the fight. Her limbs burned.

Earlier in the match, Suzanne and Goldie had been in an all-out war. They had exchanged a series of punishing blows, each more brutal than the last. Goldie had connected with a vicious chair shot that had left Suzanne reeling. But Suzanne had retaliated with a steel-folding chair of his own, landing a thunderous blow that had Goldie seeing stars. Finally, the two had collided with a double clothesline that had sent them both crashing to the mat. They lay motionless for several long moments, neither one able to muster the strength to rise.

Suzanne finally reached the ropes. Her vision was blurry, and his head spun, but she was determined to continue the fight.

She was dimly aware of the crowd escalation.

But the cheers weren’t for her necessarily…

What she didn't realize was that Goldie staggered to her feet; She threw her fragmented body at Suzanne.

Suzanne’s head propelled into the cage wall; she collapsed to the mat; Goldie was in no better condition, as she had thrown herself into the attack with such force.

It seemed as if the fight was over, but their instinct for automatically hating their sex and being ultra-competitive against one another spurred them to continue this bloodbath.

 They stumbled to their feet, their bodies barely responding to their will. And then they charged at each other, swinging wildly with every ounce of strength they had left. Punches landed with sickening thuds, sweat flying through the air. Suzanne landed a vicious hook to Goldman's jaw, sending her staggering backward.

But she quickly recovered, driving her knee into Suzanne’s gut.

They rose to their feet again and again, each time a little slower, a little more unsteady.  But still, they fought on.

Goldie beat Suzanne into the corner turnbuckle, delivering strike after strike.

However, Suzanne quickly turned the tables and trapped her in the corner.

 The battle raged on as they ascended the top turnbuckle together, exchanging blows while trying to maintain their balance.

Goldie gained the advantage with a thumb up Suzanne’s pussy. She power-bombed her from the top rope. Seizing the moment, Goldie rolled over across the naked, slick, and warm body of Suzanne and hooked her leg, and the referee counted to three, declaring Goldie the winner as she dropped Suzanne’s well-toned thigh (good old thigh master) back to mat with a thud.

She sat up, thanks to the adrenaline, and threw two fingers in the air as the crowd roared. She could be seen mouthing “2-0.”

1. Sissy Spacek by orgasm
2. Suzanne Somers by pin

I think this one in particular would be a great match to watch.

I bet it would be sexy as hell if these two had a catfight back in the day over Kurt Russell. I bet it would get nasty.