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Max Black vs Jenny Humphrey


Max (Kat Dennings)


Jenny (Taylor Momsen)

Following her back-to-back loses to California blonde Penny, New Yorker Max was in need of a solid win, just to reestablish her apartment wrestling bona fides.  She was matched up against young Manhattan fashion designer Jenny Humphrey, and initially things went well for the brunette.

However, although Jenny lacked her opponent's raw power, she possessed superior speed and agility...and, as she proved soon enough, a stunning talent for cheap shots and low blows.  Soon, she had Max reeling, desperate for a chance to gather her wits and gain her second wind, but the battling blonde would not give her adversary a moment's respite.  Desperate to regain the upper hand, Max snared the blonde in a bearhug, her powerful arms tightening like steel bands around the lithe torso of her victim.  Jenny screamed...but it was a mixture of both pain and defiance, as she demonstrated a moment later when she slammed the palms of her hands into her tormentor's ears.  Max shrieked, releasing her hold and stumbling backward as her hands clutched at her now-throbbing ears.  A kick to the lower belly doubled her over, and a swift knee lift to the face sent her sprawling onto her back.

With her adversary prone before her, Jenny mercilessly stomped again and again at the brunette, the sole of her foot smashing relentlessly into Max's belly and breasts, leaving her panting for breath and badly dazed.  A sharp kick to the ribs forced the moaning Max to roll over onto her belly, and the blonde sat astride her foe's back, pulling her victim's arms up over her knees to immobilize them.  The elite crowd of spectators knew what was coming nest, the Camel Clutch.  But Jenny gave it her own little twist; instead of clasping her hands under her rival's chin, she instead sunk her fingers deep into Max's bare breasts, using them as handholds to agonizingly tug her upper body up and back.  The electrifying agony rushing up and down her spine snapped Max out of her stupor, but she was unable to do anything about it except whimper and sob.  After more than a minute of both the back-breaking anguish as well as the torment of the blonde's fingers kneading and mauling her 34DDs, Max burst into tears and blubbered her submission.  With a vicious smile in her face, Jenny kept her torturous hold lock on for another 20 seconds more before finally consenting to show mercy to her fallen foe.

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How about Tulisa v Beth

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another possibility- Heidi v Paris

[Fandango]

How about these extremely wild hairpulling Catfights, where all hot female combatants given 'no Mercy' too eachother?

Taraji P. Henson (45yo / 5ft 5in) vs Renee Zellweger (46yo / 5ft 4in)

Kelly Carlson (40yo / 5 ft 5in) vs Gabrielle Union (43yo / 5ft 7in)

Lucy Liu (47yo / 5ft 3in) vs Lea Remini (45yo / 5ft 3in)

Meagan Good (34yo / 5ft 5in) vs Britney Spears (34yo / 5ft 4in)

Mickie James (36yo / 5ft 4in) vs Gail Kim (38yo 5ft 4in)

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Flashback 1999: Britney Spears vs Christina Aguilera



The two eighteen year olds, both having just emerged as pop stars, tore into one another with a wild abandon that reflected the rivalry that had existed between them since they both began on the "Mickey Mouse Club" as young children.  Britney's schoolgirl uniform and Christina's silk genie lingerie were reduced to tatters now as the two exhausted teenagers warred away at one another.

At long last, it appeared as if the finish loomed for one of them.  Stunned by a barrage of slaps, Britney sank to her knees.  Christina grabbed her hair with one hand and drew back her other fist, preparing to jackhammer a blizzard of punches to her rival's pretty face.  "Finish her!" someone in the crowd called out, and Aguilera paused a moment to look their way and give a smug smirk in response.

But that brief instant of a pause was all Spears needed.  With a sudden flash of fury in her eyes, she threw her right arm up, smashing her forearm up between her opponent's thighs and into her womanhood.  Christina gave a breathless shriek and fell in agony onto her butt.  Gathering herself for one final offensive, Britney flung herself atop her adversary, throwing fist and fist into her face and breasts.  Finally, her arms too leaden to swing any longer, Spears wearily slid herself forward, until her panties-covered groin covered the mouth and nose of her rival.  Christina's glazed eyes went wide in panic, and her lithe, sweat-glistening body squirmed beneath her tormentor, but she was too spent to throw her off.  Soon enough, Aguilera's eyes fluttered shut and her body ceased to move, and she was done for.

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Aubrey Plaza vs Anna Kendrick




Anna staggered almost comically on rubbery legs, her eyes glazed and her jaw slack as she struggled just to stay upright.  Aubrey was thoroughly unimpressed with her adversary's near-heroic effort to stay in the fight...but then, Plaza was generally unimpressed by everyone and everything, save herself.

Stepping up to her foe, the brunette wrapped her arms around Kendrick's waist.  With a dip of her knees and a small grunt, the larger Plaza lifted the strawberry blonde up and spun her body 180°, until Anna's feet were pointed to the ceiling, and her head was tucked between Aubrey's thighs.  For anyone else, this would be the set-up for a piledriver, but the brunette had her own signature finisher, the "Plazadriver", and that's how she elected to finish off her adversary now.

Throwing herself backward to the canvas, Aubrey simultaneously brought her knees up until they pressed against the chin of her victim.  When Plaza's back hit the deck, the full impact of the landing traveled to her knees, and thus to Anna's chin; the blonde's head snapped back from the sledgehammer-like blow, and she was unconscious before her limp body ever crashed down to the mat.

Rolling the ragdoll that is her rival over onto her back, Aubrey nonchalantly lays her own back and shoulders across Kendrick's torso,  not even bothering to hook a leg, impassively holding our her right hand, palm to the crowd, so that she could casually inspect her manicure as the referee counted one...two...three!  "Whatever," Aubrey grumbled, almost as if she was annoyed she even had to waste her time with this little nobody.

[DonR04]

Love Aubrey.

Good stuff, JJ! Thanks.

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more stories with Plaza demolishing jobbers please

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More greatness from the Walkin' Dude...



Julianne grunted, groaned and kicked her right knee up again, the weary wrestler expending more energy she didn’t have to defend against the Bodyscissors her opponent had hunted for the last three minutes. “Already got the Nelson, honey.” Lucy huffed in the blonde’s left ear. “You might as well just give me the Scissors before this gets worse.” The inside of her right thigh rubbed against Hough’s right flank again, prompting the trapped lovely to raise her leg once more.

   “Kiss my ass, Hale.” she grunted. “You’re wasting your breathhhhhhhnnnngggghhh!”

   Lucy bore down on the Nelson, forcing her foe’s chin into the top of her own cleavage. “One more chance, bitch.” the brunette’s voice was soft and mean against her cheek. “Give me the Scissors…or I’ll TAKE them.”

   Her right leg came up, Julianne’s did too and that’s when things got interesting. Releasing the Full Nelson without as much as a word, Hale hooked her right arm under Julianne’s right knee and jerked her leg up while simultaneously reaching around with her left hand to secure a vicious Leg-Trap Bear Hug!

   Julianne’s hiss of pain was barely audible over the murmurs of the audience. They’d heard rumors, but none had ever seen Lucy’s new finish in person until just now. Even then they couldn’t quite believe it, after all, a Reverse Bear Hug where one of the victim’s knees is trapped against her own chest was far from common.

   And the brunette wasn’t done.

   While Julianne’s preoccupied with her trapped gam, Hale angled her right leg across the blonde’s left thigh and hooked it over her own left shin to secure a Leg-Triangle. Just like that she rolled onto her right side and CRUSHES down on the Bear Hug while CRAAAAAAAAAAANKING Julianne’s trapped leg in the opposite direction. Hough’s piercing scream distracted the room for a moment, then they regained their composure and realized Lucy’s secured one helluva groin stretch on her hapless prey.

   Julianne’s already submitting, she had in fact submitted half a dozen times before the ombudsman finally shook off his stupor and called for the bell. Lucy grinned and bore down on the agonizing hold even tighter. “Take all the pictures you want!” she called to the amazed crowd. “I wanna see ‘em from every angle!” After that she leaned in cheek to the cheek with the blubbering blonde and planted a quick kiss on her temple.

   “Told’ja ya should’ve given me the Scissors.”

******



   “Listen, I know you’re supposed to be tough,” the sweat-shiny blonde told her prone adversary. “But it’s kinda hard to believe the hype when your chin is wedged into my ass.”

   Jenna Coleman spat a curse, jerked her left shoulder and hip off the carpet in an attempt to unseat the American tyro riding her chest. No such luck, Carlson Young slid her hands from Coleman’s tummy to her hips and pressed down until the Briton was stretched out flat once again. Her breathing shallow and labored other the other woman’s sturdy weight, Jenna grunted, “Enjoy it while you can, new meat. It’ll be your pointy little nose investigating my trunKSSSSAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!”

   Hands crooked into identical five tined spades, Carlson plowed into the dense soil of Jenna’s tummy and proceeded to churn up every bit of quit she could find. Give her credit, Coleman fought for a full two minutes, kicking and twisting, she even managed to sink her own claws into Young’s domineering glutes. But Young’s perch was too high, too tight and Jenna was weakening with every flex and push of the blonde’s fingers.

   Eventually her resistance faded to the occasional twitch in her right leg and a few faint swats at Young’s thigh. Pushed beyond her limits, Jenna drew in a breath and rasped, “That’s enough. I subMMEEEEEGGGHHHH!”

   Carlson heard her just fine, she just didn’t feel like listening. So she swung around, slid forward and planted her bikini-sheathed crotch directly atop her prey’s mouth and nose.

   “AYYEEE GHHHIIIIBB!” Coleman wailed through the muffler of her foe’s groin. “AYYYEEE GHHIIIIBBBB HUUUUUUP!”

   Carlson tilted her head back, ran a hand through her hair. “I know.” she purred. “I just wanted to feel you say it.”

   She spread her knees a little wider, putting that much more weight on Jenna’s face as the ride began in earnest.

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How about Tulisa v Beth

love to see beth get dominated in this one

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Dove Cameron vs Sofia Carson



"Are you kidding me?  I mean, seriously...are you kidding me?"

The blonde arched an eyebrow in annoyance as she rhetorically addressed the spectators.  At her feet was her opponent, eyes glazed as she knelt on the floor, her adversary holding her head up by grasping her hair close to the scalp.  Dove then continued, "Is this the best you could give me?"  She then looked down at Sofia with derision and snarled, "You're pathetic."

Her bravado aside, Sofia had proven to be quite a challenge, and it was all that Dove could do...up to and including plenty of cheap shots...to overcome the Latina.  But as far as Cameron was concerned, she was the new goddess of celeb catfighting, and Carson was so meager a sacrifice to her altar as to be an insult.

Releasing her rival's hair, Dove kicked the dazed Sofia onto her back with her foot, then bent over to grab the brunette's ankles.  Lifting her legs, she then spread them wide.  It took several moments before her predicament registered in Carson's befogged brain, but once it did, panic filled her eyes and she "window washed" the air with her open hands, pleading, "No, please...don't...not that!"  Cameron merely gave a cruel smirk, and then she dropped her right knee flush into Sofia's groin, drawing an agonized shriek from her.

Cameron ground her knee into her victim's crotch for a few moments, and then just to be mean, stood up...and slammed her knee down again!  After this, the brunette was barely conscious, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes.  Rising up, Dove pressed the sole of her foot down upon her fallen foe's throbbing groin, drawing a pained mewl from Sofia, and raised her arms in a victory pose.  "Another loser put in her place," the arrogant young blonde purred.

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Sofia Carson...she's a new one!  I might have to include her in something in the future.  Dove seems to be taking on a mean role too in most places, interesting!

Here's a quick one and a follow up to the last misadventure of Annasophia Robb!

Annasophia Robb vs. Isabelle Fuhrman



(Images just for visual reference, not for outfits below)

"Seriously?" mocked the younger Isabelle while on top of a barely struggling, half naked Annasophia Robb.  "Chloe was right.  You ARE a little blonde pushover bitch."

It was several months since Annasophia woke up from the nightmare that was her short, humiliating fight with Chloe Bridges in which she ended up with a facefull of her crotch.  Chloe didn't directly spread rumors, but there were some, which led to the blonde being held out of the limelight as she licked her physical and mental wounds.  After feeling better about herself, she tried for a part in a movie but, thanks to several rumors floating around circles, she wasn't the "instant callback" she once was.  There were sharks in the water, and they smelled blood.

One girl unafraid was the young actress and raven hair cutie Isabelle Fuhrman who was still trying to make a bigger name for herself.  She came across the part as well and found out that her main rival was Annasophia Robb.  The part was for a blonde, but Isabelle managed to worm her way in and get it changed to fit her with a combination of tactics from her agent.  In the end, it only took her about three days to stage a "hostile takeover" of a part meant for Annasophia and totally rub her out of the movie thanks to the goading of one Chloe Bridges who said that Anna was indeed a "little blonde pushover bitch."

Not taking it lying down, Annasophia had some choice words over a phone call with the little firebrand Isabelle and again, based on prior information from Chloe, called her bluff, telling her to come over and make her give the part back.  Hesitant but not wanting to back down, Annasophia accepted and found herself before she knew it in Isabelle's gorgeous grassy backyard.  Much like the view from the backyard of the young star's house, it was all downhill for her from there.

Isabelle goaded Annasophia with insults and challenges and Annasophia, hesitant at first, threw her better judgement into the wind and slapped Isabelle first.  What ensued was a nasty fight on the grass in Isabelle's back yard, one that Isabelle was ready for but Annasophia was not.  The younger girl was surprisingly athletic and nasty, even reminding Annasophia about what Chloe did to her in the middle of the fight.  Annasophia began to panic, not wanting a repeat of history, and Isabelle capitalized.

The fight was, once more, almost totally drained out of the young blonde, who found herself on her back and topless, her cutoff shirt and designer bra strewn about on the grass nearby.  Isabelle, who's features and clothing fared much better in the fight, finally managed to lock down Annasophia's right arm under her leg thanks to some well placed slaps and punches to the blonde's exposed chest and securing her arms so that they couldn't move and she couldn't defend herself further.  Annasophia did nothing but struggle in vain as the pain and humiliation, which seemed all too familiar at this point, started to creep back up from her spine and into her mind.  Tears formed in her eyes and she started to cry, knowing that she was beat by the younger girl.

"Oh my god.  Are you crying?" asked Isabelle as she used one hand to adjust her sports bra which only suffered minor tears at this point.  Moving her arm to her waist and doing the same for her workout shorts, she shook her head at the blonde, "Oh my god.  You are crying.  Chloe was right.  You are pathetic."

Isabelle, still managing to keep Annasophia down, leaned over and grabbed a handful of dirt and grass before quickly smashing it on Annasophia's slightly red and puffy crying face.  Annasophia screamed as she smiled and smeared it all over her face, rubbing it in.  "There we go, I improved your looks.  But you really are boring.  Time to put you to sleep."

Isabelle leaned forward as she cupped her hand over Annasophia's mouth, making sure that her hand covered up and muffled her screams.  Using the other hand, she pinched her nose shut as hard as she could.  She then shuffled her body so that she was comfortable and leaning forward slightly, using all of her weight to keep Annasophia down.  The blonde's eyes, now welling up with tears and covered in earth and grass, went wide as she struggled for breath, trying to kick and scream at the same time but finding nothing but a lack of oxygen. 

"I'll be taking that part you dumb blonde bimbo." mocked Isabelle as she looked down to see Annasophia's struggles getting weaker along with the noises coming out from under her hand.  "And I'll be sure to tell everybody, including Chloe, that you really are just a pathetic pushover."

It didn't take long for the weakened Annasophia's eyes to start rolling to the back of her her head and her struggles become nothing but limp weight and minor twitches.  Once she was certain that Annasophia was sleeping, she uncupped her hand from her mouth and stood up.  Grabbing the blonde's bra and tying it around her head as a makeshift crown for the loser, she then used the rest of her strength to drag the unconscious blonde outside of her backyard, through the side gate, and right into a pile of trash, no doubt where Isabelle thought she belonged.

In one final act of utter cruelty, Isabelle made the first of many phone calls...but this one to the paparazzi to report that there might be a possibly topless and drunk celebrity crashed and sleeping outside of her house.

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I hope you enjoy!  Again, sorry it's a little longer then the norm in this thread, but I die for set ups and humiliations.  I'm also monitoring here to see if anybody's "suggesteds" strike a chord with me.  Since somebody earlier said they liked Annasophia Robb being a jobber, it somewhat lended direction to this one.  So thank you friend.

Keep the dream alive!  Long live this thread and the creative spirit!

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Hayden Panettiere vs Diana Argon
 


It was a battle of cheerleaders...well maybe less like a battle and more like a total squash. Unfortunately for Diana she happened to be the one getting squashed. While she was supremely arrogant before the match began, Diana's former bitchy smirk had turned into a contorted grimace of pain. It didn't help that she thought some snotty remarks to her opponent to start things off would only give Hayden more incentive to teach this jobber a lesson. Hayden would calmy walk right over to Diana and kick her in the midsection as soon as the match began followed by gripping Argon's hair and slamming her down for a thunderous face buster. The match had been underway for about ten seconds and Diana was already flat on her stomach completely motionless. "Wow I mean I knew it would be easy but I didn't think it'd be THAT easy!" Hayden exclaimed as she turned Diana's body over on her back, reached to grip one of her spread eagled legs and yank it as far and as back as she could for an effortless yet very revealing leg hook pin. Diana's extremely short cheerleading skirt would offer no modesty for her with her leg hooked back and spread. The count could have gone up to 50 and it still wouldn't have made much of a difference.

The ref raised Hayden's hand in victory as she strutted around the ring. As Hayden celebrated and basked in her victory with her back turned to her opponent, Diana would eventually arise from her slumber and regain consciousness. Embarrassed beyond belief that she could lose so quickly, Diana got back up and prepared to ambush Hayden in a fit of rage. Hayden felt the wrestling mat slightly move from behind her though, so sensing the possibly sneak attack, she was able to anticipate a charging Diana who would attempt a clothesline that Hayden would duck underneath of. Diana would let out a frustrated cry as she would turn back around only to be plummeted with a brutal spear by Hayden that looked like it almost snapped her body in half. Once again passed out on the mat, Hayden would grab one of Diana's ankles and drag her to the center of the ring. Hayden then casually crawled over Diana's body mounting her so that her crotch was pressed right up against Diana's and the same went for their breasts. Laying atop of Diana, Hayden would once again reach down to grip one of her legs, hook it all the way back and pin Diana for a second time for another easy 3 count this time in an even more provocative and humiliating pinfall.

The ref once again rose Hayden's arm in victory but she wasn't done with this cheating bitch just yet. "I was gonna let you off easy but I guess you just asking for it now." Hayden scolded as she proceeded to literally rip Diana's top to shreds. After that she moved to Diana's skimpy skirt which she tore off her body with a single vicious yank. Now seeing this jobber in just a pair of white bra and panties, Hayden would grab both of Diana's ankles and bend her legs over her own body so that Diana's feet were touching the mat above her head and her butt was sticking straight up in the air. "I'm assuming you never got one of these as a child, but god knows it looks like you need one." Hayden sounded like a disappointed mother as she wedgied Diana's white panties up her butt and started mercilessly delivering a spanking to her opponents defenseless upturned hiney. Diana would wake up from the pain, start to scream in agony and then just whimper and cry before eventually passing out once again for the third time in the span of about five minutes. After Diana's butt was beet red and Hayden's hand started to go numb from all the slapping it was doing, Hayden would get up with Diana still stacked in this mortifying position. Hayden picked her foot up and planted it on Diana's sticking up red butt as she flexed and posed for the crowd in victory.

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Fantastic work, Xtra!  What's not to love about Hayden and Diana going at it?  And that was a spectacular finish!

Of course, knowing she's no match for Panettiere in a fair fight, I fully expect the duplicitous Ms. Argon to strike back someday soon in some devious manner, don't you?   

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Fantastic work, Xtra!  What's not to love about Hayden and Diana going at it?  And that was a spectacular finish!

Of course, knowing she's no match for Panettiere in a fair fight, I fully expect the duplicitous Ms. Argon to strike back someday soon in some devious manner, don't you?   

Would you like a rematch?? Surely Diana is going to be scheming for a way to get her revenge on Hayden, but you better believe that if Panettiere is ready for it and counters, that the next beating she gives to Argon will be even more humiliating.