It's a triple shot of goodness from my friend, the Walkin' Dude, commemorating the recent birthday of Ms. Eliza Dushku. Enjoy, as I sure have! 
Eliza Dushku********
Shailene Woodley“I’m curious,” Eliza flexed her thighs, pushed up on her hands and bounced the ball of one heel into the flailing blonde’s crotch. “Did the suits actually have the nerve not to tell you how dangerous I am? Or were you too stupid to be worried?”
Shailene Woodley’s answer came in the form of a wheezing grunt and the meaty, vaguely petulant sounds of her palms swatting against Dushku’s encroaching thighs.
Eliza rolled her eyes and gave the Headscissors another looooooooooong squeeze. “Oh come on, don’t you have the reputation of an entire franchise to protect?” she chided. “If some chick tried to leg me out like this back in the Buffy days I would’ve carved her thighs bloody!”
A good idea was a good idea, even if it came from the bitch with her legs snaked around her neck. Shailene curled her hands into claws and managed one long raaaaaaake of her foe’s stems before Dushku snatched her wrists and pulled them up over her head.
“Yeah, ‘cuz I’m just gonna let that happen. So this is what passes for catfighting today? Allow me to broaden your horizons.”
Bundling the younger woman’s squirming wrists together, Eliza corralled both forearms in the crook of her right elbow, thus giving her left free reign over Woodley’s vulnerable frame. Shailene suffered greatly in the next minute as the dangerous brunette pulled her hair, raked her eyes and even clawed at her nostrils! After half a dozen vile passes up n’ down the youngster’s heaving tummy, Eliza settled for a tried and true tactic, the white-knuckled pincer applied to her opponent’s left nipple.
“This beat Sarah more times than she cares to admit.” Dushku spoke to herself, but did so loudly so as to be heard over her opponent’s hysterical pleas for mercy. “It should finish you just--”
The bell sounded and she looked up without releasing her grip. “Already? Damn. I never gave Sarah enough credit.”
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Eliza Taylor Facedown and nearly exhausted, Eliza Taylor felt the brunette laying claim to her ankles but couldn’t do a damned thing to stop it. “Duuuhhh… don’t.” she muttered. “Get offa me.”
“You’ll hafta to make me.” Eliza Dushku replied matter of factly. “And right now I don’t think you can.” The words were still coming out of her mouth when she planted her left foot between the Aussie’s thighs and quickly stuffed Taylor’s right shin into the pit of her left knee. The blonde’s left shin was then angled / wedged against Dushku’s left calf, which effectively removed her foe’s legs from the equation. “Can ya move?” Eliza figured the answer was ‘no’ and got the confirmation she sought by grabbing a huge handful of Taylor’s purple bikini bottoms and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanking them between her sturdy cheeks.
Eliza wailed, dug her claws into the canvas and tried to drag her way forward, but Dushku’s careful knotting had her anchored in place. Then she reached backward in hopes of alleviating the wedgie and that only made things worse because Dushku grabbed hold of her biceps and clamped down tight. “You’re a lot tougher than the last blonde I smacked around.” Eliza’s tone was almost conversational as she settled into a slight, anticipatory crouch. “Probably comes with being on the CW. New letters, but it’s still my old stomping grounds.”
Taylor grunted, rolled her shoulders to get loose and failed. “Let. Me. Go.” she growled.
“Nope. I will give you a warning though. Try to keep your breathing shallow. Screaming only makes this one worse.”
Eliza Taylor didn’t get a chance to say another word before Eliza Dushku hoisted her torso off the mat in a hellacious, spine-wrenching arch. The advice was good, but Taylor couldn’t heed it, it just hurt too damned much! Give her credit though, she screamed through clenched teeth until the ref asked if she wanted to submit.
“YES! YES! YES! GOD YES, JUST LET ME GO!” Dushku let her go with a sweaty plop and straightened up. Hands on her hips, she smirked, “Blondes. They just don’t learn.”
Surfboard Deathlock:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gX8Qy4UOCc0*********
Scarlett Johansson “Gonna be honest, girl.” Eliza’s voice was heavy with exertion as she struggled to keep the blonde’s wrists and ankles under control. “Kinda feels like you forgot about me the instant those executives decided you look good in a catsuit.”
Scarlett Johansson shifted beneath the sweat-soaked weight of her longtime rival and popped her hips as hard as she could. A valiant effort no question, but when an apartment wrestling match closed in on the hour mark position meant everything and the brunette had her blonde spread
*just* thin enough to maintain her mount. Whining soft and low in the back of her throat, Scarlett made another attempt to wrest her wrists from Dushku’s talons. Eliza only squeezed tighter and snuggled a little closer, she was practically laying atop her burden now. “Never forgot you, Dushku.” Scarlett rasped. “Remember when we fought at the Avengers premiere party? Remember how embarrassed Joss was for you? He said he’d never seen you cry like
AAAAAWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”
Eliza halved her control over the pinned woman’s legs to
SHUMP the meatiest part of her thigh against Scarlett’s designer trunks. “Yeah, I remember that, bitch.” Dushku sneered in the blonde’s ear. “That’s why I called you out. It’s time to make new memories.”
Scarlett was in too much pain from the Low Blow to actually argue this point, yet she managed to find her voice when the fork of Eliza’s crotch pressed against her chin. “Don’t even think about it, trash heap.” she threatened. “Or I’ll make sure you NEVER leave the small scree
NNNNNMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Dushku slid forward, burying her rival up to the eyeballs. “Small screen’s just fine by me, baby.” Eliza cooed as she enjoyed the reverberations of Scarlett’s cries off her undercarriage. “Long as I get to do this from time to time.” She increased her pace, really building a good seal as she slid back n’ forth across her blonde’s wailing face. Johansson tapped in under a minute but Eliza didn’t acknowledge it for close to three.
After all, she was making memories.
