[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.

[whatever.]

AGW MAIN EVENT: MILA KUNIS VS LACEY CHABERT

The crowd roared in approval as Mila marched around the ring, Lacey's body limp against Mila's powerful assault. Lacey’s cute white ass cheeks clapped with each resounding slap, but just as Mila flung herself across her for the leg hook for the three, Lacey mustered an Amazonian burst of strength, thrusting her shoulder off the canvas and breaking the pinfall. The referee’s hand slapped the mat for the third time, but it was too late; Lacey had escaped defeat.

The audience erupted in a deafening roar, their cheers and applause shaking the arena walls. On the canvas, Lacey drew ragged breaths, her eyes locked with Mila’s in a silent challenge. Despite her narrow escape, she refused to back down. Mila's eyes widened in momentary disbelief as Lacey's fingers dug into the mat, her body shaking with the effort to rise. Frustration and hatred blazed in Mila's gaze, fixed on Lacey's determined face as she swayed on her knees. Mila shook her head, her mouth a hard line as she watched her opponent's unyielding resolve.

Despite the pain, Lacey refused to give in, her fierce determination etched in every strained muscle. Mila, on the other hand, seethed with a volatile mix of emotions. She had come so close to victory, only to have it snatched away at the last possible moment. As Lacey finally managed to push herself to her feet, Mila clenched her fists, her jaw set with renewed purpose. This fight was far from over, and she was ready to unleash her fury on the woman who had dared to challenge her dominance.

Lacey's gaze locked onto Mila's, the intensity in her eyes searing through the haze of pain and exhaustion that enveloped her. Sweat poured from her brow, stinging her eyes and blurring her vision, but she refused to look away. Her chest heaved with the exertion of each ragged breath, her breasts swelling.

"I will fight you until my last breath, Mila," she spat, her voice hoarse but unwavering. The words hung in the air between them, a challenge that rang with defiance and determination.

Despite the agony that wracked her body, Lacey stood tall, her chin raised in a display of unyielding spirit. Mila's eyes narrowed, her muscles coiled in anticipation as she prepared to meet Lacey's challenge head-on.

The crowd held their breath, the tension palpable as they waited to see which of these fierce warriors would emerge victorious in this grueling battle of wills.

As Mila’s grip tightened, Lacey felt the world spinning around her. Her vision blurred, and her lungs screamed for air. Gasping, she could only manage shallow, desperate breaths. Her limbs, once strong and agile, grew heavy and uncooperative, like a puppet with cut strings.

The roar of the crowd transformed into a distant rumble, muffled by the pounding in her ears. Shadows encroached on the edges of her vision, threatening to engulf her entirely. Realizing she could hold out no longer, she mustered the last of her strength.

Lacey’s hand, trembling with the effort, rose from the mat. With a feeble yet determined tap, she signaled her submission—an admission of defeat that seemed to echo throughout the arena. Mila released her, leaving Lacey to collapse in a heap, her body spent and her spirit shattered.

Lacey's body fell to the mat, a lifeless heap of a stripped-naked and dominated  bitch. The crowd erupted in cheers as Lacey lay there, unresponsive and vulnerable, a pool of drool collecting beneath her slack jaw.

Mila stepped back, her gaze sweeping over the scene with a smug sense of satisfaction. The referee knelt beside Lacey, checking for signs of consciousness, but there were none to be found. With a wave of her hand, she signaled for the staff to intervene.

Two staff members entered the ring, roughly grabbing Lacey's barely breathing limp form and dragging her off. Her body left a faint trail of sweat and saliva on the mat as they hauled her away, her dignity stripped away along with her consciousness.

Mila stood tall, her triumph evident in the defiant set of her shoulders and the fierce gleam in her eyes. She had emerged victorious, and the crowd reveled in her dominance.

As Mila regains her composure, the crowd's cheers reach a crescendo. Lacey’s unconscious body is unceremoniously dragged up the ramp, her legs and arms dangling like a rag doll's. The audience, caught up in the excitement, begin to toss cups, popcorn, and other debris onto Lacey’s prone form.

Mila looks on, a triumphant smirk playing across her lips as Lacey is treated like human garbage. The crowd's roar grows louder still, their delight palpable as they turn Lacey’s limp body into a makeshift trashcan.

[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.

[whatever.]

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
 

[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.

[JT Edson]

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.

I've never thought of matching these two up before.  I bet that would be a hall of a match up (on sooooo many levels, lol).

Perfect.

[Nicole S]

Dakota Blue Richards VS Sarah Hyland
(reupload from 2018)



"So, I guess third time isn't the charm!"

Both Dakota and Sarah bounded off of the ropes stretching around the ring, rushing toward one another with the momentum generated from the velvet cables. They collided chests-first, the impact echoing throughout the packed room as Hyland was sent flying backwards onto her ass. Dakota sneered as she made her way towards the downed brunette, kneeling down until her chest was level with the brunette's face. Her ample breasts were stuffed into a white lace bra much too small to have any business containing them, "Come on, sugar tits, you're embarrassing me here!"

Sarah could hardly breathe heavily as she stared at the generous cleavage being presented to her. Why the hell did she ever offer to take Ariel's place tonight? she thought to herself. Was all that blonde dye leaking into her cortex?

She never got a chance to dote on these questions any longer, as she felt herself hoisted upward by the straps of her own bra and shoved against the ropes. Backing away, Dakota positioned herself against the opposite side of the ring, wordlessly motioning for both girls to charge one another again. This time, Sarah put all her energy into the rush,  crossing about a foot or more distance than Dakota was able to as they met just a hair off from the center of the ring. At the last second, Dakota took a leap to cover the remaining distance, jutting her breasts forward as they slapped against Hyland's with indomitable momentum.

"Fuck!"  the petite blonde squealed as her breasts were absolutely flattened by Dakota's double D destroyers. She was knocked backwards on her ass for the fourth time this match, ultimately outgunned by the massive breasts of her opponent. Dakota slapped her tits with both hands as she crossed the ring to wear Sarah lay in a still daze. Dakota knelt down and seized Hyland by her hair, forcing the blonde to crane her neck as Dakota pulled her up to eye level. “P...Please!" the diminutive Hyland begins to weep as she stares into the deep cleavage of the buxom blonde, her face and chest burning from humiliation - and a lot of pain in the latter, “N-No more... I can't take anymore...”  Her begging is cut off as Dakota thrusts her chest out against Sarah's deflated bust, the former's huge boobs easily eclipsing the latter's.

“There’s only one way you're getting out of this one, honey," Dakota sings, eyes flicking down to their heaving busts, "You're gonna bury that cute face in my juggs and beg me to knock you out."

Tears pour down Sarah's reddened cheeks as Dakota releases her hair. The crowd doesn't even hear the next words come from Sarah's mouth, but evidently they were good enough for Dakota; the blonde throws Sarah down  to the mat and then plops down in front of her. She leans forward, her large chest immediately draping over Hyland's tear-stricken face as she relieves the blonde of oxygen. She smirks as Sarah bucks, squirms, kicks and struggles beneath her all-encompassing rack, until finally the smaller blonde's body runs out of steam and lays still beneath her.  Dakota stands up and plants a foot atop Sarah's outmatched boobs, and strikes a pose as dozens of cameras flashes engulf her. She looked into one of the cameras pointed her way and cups her breasts with both hands,  inaudibly challenging anyone to give them a better challenge.                 

[BlueRoses]

Jessica Alba turned 43 on Sunday! Here is the story of her long-running birthday feud with Eliza Dushku.



2004: Jessica Alba’s 23rd Birthday

“Come on Jessie,” mocked Eliza as she mounted her prostrate opponent. “I thought you were meant to be the new It Girl.”

Eliza had invited herself to Jessica’s birthday bash hellbent on teaching her a lesson for eclipsing her own success. The brawl had been even at first, but Eliza had asserted herself ruthlessly the longer it had gone on.

Eliza laughed as she pulled Jessica’s hair cruelly and drove her left fist into the gut of the Dark Angel star but Jessica had other plans. With a tremendous effort, she managed to push her assailant off of her and roll away from the surprised Eliza.

“You’re… just a D-list bitch,” gasped Jessica as she hauled herself up using the nearby buffet table. “That’s all your irrelevant ass will ever be.”

Angered, Eliza approached again. She punched Jessica in the guts once more, took her by the hair, and slammed her face first into Jessica’s own birthday cake! Cream and frosting went everywhere as Eliza continued to grind her enemy’s face into the remains of the cake.

“How does it taste, loser?” snarled Eliza as Jessica’s limbs waved uselessly. “How does it feel to have your ass kicked by someone as irrelevant as me?”

Eliza opened an adjacent champagne bottle and took a swig before spitting it into Jessica’s face. She then poured the remnants all over the Latina’s body, ignoring her screams for release.

Finally, Jessica offered no more resistance as her body lay on the table. Seeking nothing less than abject humiliation for her more famous rival, Eliza yanked Jessica’s jeans and black lace panties down around her ankles. Jessica’s bronze perfectly formed ass was like a red rag to a bull for Eliza. The former Slayer undid the leather belt of her own jeans and struck a menacing pose with it.

“This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it’s gonna hurt me, Jessie,” she smiled. Poor Jessica was struggling for breath, still rubbing the cake and champagne out of her face. She was completely unprepared for what was about to happen.

THWACK!

Eliza brought the belt down hard on Jessica’s butt, drawing a scream and a quiver from the birthday girl. Eliza was in no mood to let her off lightly.

“That’s one,” she said evilly. “But you’re 23 today, right? 22 more to go!”

Eliza continued her onslaught with the belt. Jessica felt pain course through her reddening butt with every vicious THWACK! She bawled for mercy but was up against a woman who had no such thing in her. Eliza wasn’t satisfied until all 23 smacks had been delivered, until she was sure that Jessica had learned that she was no match for her.

10 years later

It was now 2014 and Jessica had invited Eliza to her 33rd birthday party. Jess had done a lot in the intervening 10 years but one thing she knew she still had to do was to even the score with the bitch who had so tormented her back in 2004.

Their clothes had long been discarded or torn off in a fight that was even more physical than their previous encounter. Jessica’s friends were in attendance, cheering for her as they knew how much it meant to her to conquer Dushku woman to woman.

Jessica tackled Eliza, knocking her off her feet and pinning her to the ground.

“Do you know how much I’ve longed for this?” asked Jessica as she forced Eliza’s wrists to the floor.

“Longed to get your ass spanked again?” grunted Eliza through gritted teeth. She had assumed Jessica would be just as easy prey as last time but was growing concerned that the Latina might be tougher these days.

“No,” purred Jessica. “Longed to put you in your place. Longed to pay you back for what you did to me. Longed to end your tough girl act once and for all.”

“Dream on, loser,” said Eliza before being cut off as Jessica rammed a knee into her crotch. Eliza’s eyes watered as she gasped in pain. Jessica did it again as her friends in attendance cheered. Eliza struggled as much as she could, but Jess had her pinned in place. Another knee to the groin had the proud Eliza crying out in pain.

“What’s wrong, tough girl?” smirked Jessica. “Bitten off more than you can chew?” Quick as a hiccup, Jessica twisted herself around so that she was now facing Eliza’s legs with her opponent still pinned beneath her.

“I seem to remember you targeting my ass back then. It’s payback time, bitch.”

Jessica slid her awesome butt backwards so that it fully covered Eliza’s face, with only the thin fabric of her panties between Eliza’s airways and Jessica’s holes. Eliza’s arms thrashed wildly but Jessica held the pose for some time, revelling in the laughter of the crowd and in the revenge she was exacting on her humiliated rival.

Not content with this, Jessica began to batter Eliza’s stomach with her fists. Eliza’s toned abs were strong, but it didn’t take long for them to tenderise. The muffled cries heard from beneath Jessica’s ass took on a different tone, going from enraged to pleading as the pain became unbearable.

When Jessica did eventually stand up, she revealed something nobody has seen before: an Eliza now broken and sobbing, completely defeated. Jessica hauled her once-formidable opponent up by the hair.

“You have served your purpose here,” Jessica told her firmly. “Get your pathetic ass out of my party and never bother me again.”

Eliza nodded desperately and made her way to the nearest exit as quickly as she could, the crowd laughing at her the whole way and cheering uproariously for the victorious Alba.

10 years later

Eliza had avoided Jessica for the entire decade. Her career had been stagnant, her reputation destroyed and her pride battered. But when she realised that the 10 year anniversary of her humbling was almost upon her, she swore she would have her revenge and re-establish her dominance over her hated foe. She turned up yet again at Jessica’s birthday party, determined to make Alba sorry she’d ever made an enemy of Eliza Dushku.

But now she was crawling away. This hadn’t been a close battle like their previous encounters – in fact Jessica had completed dominated Eliza! Dushku tried to beat a hasty retreat on her hands and knees, only for Jess’ hand to seize her by the waistband. Eliza felt fear welling up deep inside her stomach.

“Come back, wimp” laughed Jessica as she dragged the scrambling woman back towards her. She slapped Eliza’s face hard, delighting in the panic in the eyes of the woman who had tormented her so long ago.

Jessica pulled Eliza backed to her feet and slapped her repeatedly across the face with rights and lefts. The Latina continued to advance towards her while Eliza just stumbled clumsily backwards, unable to escape.

“The young girl you crushed is long gone,” explained Jessica while continuing to slap her rival. “I’m a fully grown woman now and I don’t take crap from anyone. You, on the other hand, are still the same poser brat you were 20 years ago, desperately in need of being put in your place yet again.”

Eliza could only whimper as she was forced back into a chair. Jessica’s fierce slaps stung her face but the truth behind her words stung just as much. Perhaps Alba was right. Perhaps Jessica had evolved into something Eliza wished she could be. Whatever the case, it was painfully clear to Eliza that she was no match for Jessica now. That she could never salvage her revenge on this woman.

Jessica had produced a set of ropes from somewhere and was promptly tying Eliza to the chair she had almost fallen into, but Eliza wasn’t even resisting anymore, such was the obvious futility in her fighting the inevitable.

“You’re a laughingstock, Eliza, it’s not even worth my time to humiliate you,” said Jessica with disgust. “You just sit here all night and enjoy the party.”

Finally, Jessica bent down and wrenched the sock off Eliza’s left leg. Alba gagged Dushku with the sock, tying it tightly behind her head and this is how she remained all night. She endured the taunts and laughter from other partygoers, Jessica’s friends, and had to listen to people wax lyrical about Alba’s greatness all night, helpless to do anything about it. Jessica herself didn’t give her even another thought. She was nothing more than an irrelevance to her now.

[Jackflash Jump]

Halle Berry vs Kylie Minogue



Although the two fifty-something beauties had been retired from catfighting for years, recent flaring animosity between them had led them to agree to return to the carpet wars one last time.

The widespread expectation among the elite spectators was that Halle, standing a full five inches taller than Kylie, had a near-insurmountable physical advantage over her opponent.  Kylie herself certainly felt so, which is why she sought to deprive her rival of that advantage.  As the two beauties were introduced and brought out into the spacious Bel Air mansion living room that would be their battleground, Halle turned to acknowledge the cheers of her supporters...and it was at that moment that Kylie opted to begin the fight early, charging Berry and landing a hard kick to the side of her knee.

Halle gave a gasp of pain and crumpled to the floor, and Minogue unleashed a brutal assault specifically targeting Berry's knee: stomps and twists quickly rendered the joint so throbbing with pain, Halle was unable to stand on her feet.

Had Kylie pressed her advantage and gone in for the kill, she quite likely could have overwhelmed her adversary and won the match in a rout.  But arrogance has always been the blonde's Achilles' heel, and she now could not resist parading around the room, taunting her fallen rival and displaying her dominance before the crowd.  And while Halle's battered knee may have left her right leg largely useless, her left worked just fine.

Minogue discovered that with a loud yelp of shock as a Russian leg sweep took her feet out from under her, and she crashed hard onto her rear end.  Halle pulled her left leg in tight, only in the next instant to uncoil it, lashing out with a kick that sent the sole of her foot slamming into the side of her rival's head, leaving the suddenly stunned Kylie sprawled on her side and mewling.

Rolling over onto her hands and knees, Berry lunged atop Kylie.  But any hopes she may have had of winning this match quickly evaporated as Minogue got her second wind, and the two snarling beauties rolled back and forth across the floor, hands clutching, yanking, clawing whatever flesh or hair they could grab.

As the minutes ticked by, a glimmer of fear came to Halle's eyes.  Although she remained in excellent shape for her age, she realized that her endurance was far less than it had been.  But Kylie, on the other hand, has maintained a strenuous schedule of concert performances, and her endurance is still very near what it was twenty-five years ago.  All the blonde has to do now is out-last her opponent, and victory would hers.  Worse still for the brunette, she knew that Kylie knew it, too.

Realizing she had to bring the battle to an end swiftly, Halle gritted her teeth and rose up to her feet, blocking out the pain to her knee.  Hauling Kylie up by her flaxen hair, she wrapped her arms around the startled blonde and hoisted her up with a tremendous show of raw power, and with an Amazoninan roar slammed Minogue back to the floor.  Left dazed by this, Kylie was too slow to put up a proper defense as Berry snaked her right arm across her throat and wrapped her left across her head, locking on a combination choke/sleeper hold.  Kylie's arms flailed in panic as she struggled for breath, her blue eyes going glazed and her lids growing heavy.

Soon enough, those eyelids fluttered shut, and Kylie's body went limp.  Releasing her rival, Halle struggled back upright, then placed her right foot on Minogue's heaving chest and raised her arms in a show of triumph, giving her cheering supporters a smile and wink, as she proved she still had what it took to win.