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What's better than one British based lass?  Three of them - in a dangerous "Doctor Who" three way battle between:   



It's always a major topic of discussion between "Doctor Who" fans as to who is the best companion and although it's a debate that will continue, even next year when we have another new companion, but hopefully this will provide some more ammunition for the debate.     I know it isn't the shortest, but I get carried away sometimes when it's a fun one to write, but hopefully the fans like it anyway!    Cheers and enjoy!

Karen Gillan versus Billie Piper versus Jenna Louise Coleman
Doctor Who Three-Way Companion "Time War!"



For a major “Doctor Who” fan convention, some bright promoter (who certainly received a raise after this.  Or should have.), came up with the idea of having three of the most prominent modern “Doctor Who” companions compete in a three-way bout for charity.    After some promotion and polling, it was determined that the three companions taking each other on would be:   Billie Piper (Rose), Karen Gillan (Amy) and Jenna Louise Coleman (Clara.)      The results would be to determine who was the “best” of the modern companions and all three of them definitely wanted that title.   

It was certainly one of the largest “Doctor Who” conventions in recent memory, with plenty of fans coming to see these three leading ladies of the science fiction shows history challenge one another to determine who would be considered the best.      All three of them arrived, enthusiastically and wearing “Doctor Who” themed sports bras and shorts.     Billie Piper had the word “Rose” written across her top in large pink letters with a rose logo emblazoned across her shorts;  Karen Gillan had the “Girl Who Waited.” placed across her top and Jenna Louise Coleman had “The Impossible Girl” stretched across her chest.       Fan excitement was at a frenzy, with plenty of signs in the audience supporting their particular favorite 'companion' and each girl had plenty of support from the crowd.      Once all three girls were in the ring and the bell rang to announce the start of the match, the arena practically exploded! 

Things started off fast and furious, with each fighter getting their spots in.    With Karen so much taller than both Billie and Jenna, she was unfortunately the subject of a number of double-teams that had her dazed from the start.     However, Karen was able to battle back as Billie and Jenna seemed unable to co-exist together for very long.    It appeared the rumors of them engaging in wrestling on set back on the 50th Anniversary Special (Day of the Doctor) might just well be true after all.     It was a wild back and forth bout, but after yet another impromptu catfight between Clara and Billie, Karen seemed like she might just triumph after all!   

Karen had those insanely long legs of hers wrapped around Billie's head for a standing head scissors as she stood up straight, pumping one fist for the crowd.     Looking around for Coleman, she didn't see her and so, she leaned down to wrap her arms around Billie's waist to lift her up for a “Pond Powerbomb”, named after her character on the show.    Billie's eyes widened as she shook her head, trying to reach for Karen's gorgeous red hair to keep herself from being slammed to the mat but Gillan didn't look to give her a chance.    Karen sat out and just slammed Billie to the canvas with a ring-shaking THUD that echoed throughout the ring.    Piper was sent spasming as she was shoved to the side and Karen rolled her over for a pin.     

But, as Karen got up to settle down for a pin, she finally located Jenna, but it was too late as Coleman launched herself off of the top turnbuckle for a perfectly executed drop kick with boots driving into Karen's face to send her crashing back to the canvas.    Gillan fell back to the mats, head spinning as her legs, throbbing from repeated attacks throughout the canvas, struggled to push herself to her feet.    Clara knew how dangerous Karen could be either standing or on the mats, made a mad dash for Karen's legs to try to apply a “Clara Cloverleaf”, also named after her character from the show.    Gripping both ankles, Jenna bent one leg so that the shin of Gillan was behind the knee of her outstretched leg, with that leg being placed behind her armpit.    Coleman then reached around the ankle, through the opening formed between Karen's thighs and locked her hands together tightly as she could.    Jenna then stepped over, just like you would for a Sharpshooter or Boston Crab, then lowered her butt across Karen's spine and leaned back!

Karen was very proud of her legs, as well she should be, but they had been a frequent target tonight to keep her off of her feet.     Now, it seemed, she was paying the price as her thighs were screaming in agony and Karen tried to resist.     One of her best weapons was being used against her as she attempted to twist free, violently and desperately, using her height and size to try to escape.    Jenna held on tightly, however and Karen was instead, forced to try to make her way towards the ropes.    Karen crawled, inch by agonizing inch, dragging Jenna with her as she struggled to make her way to the ropes.    The crowd cheering her on loudly as Karen refused to give up and finally made her way towards the ropes, fingers brushing against the strands but just as the crowd was on their feet, Jenna pulled her away from the ropes towards the middle of the canvas again.     Karen wailed in shock and frustration, knowing her legs were in too much pain to make the trek again as she blinked and bit her bottom lip, deciding she didn't have any other choice but to TAP out wildly as Jenna beat Gillan by “Clara Cloverleaf” submission! 

Coleman released her thighs and let her rival's legs thump painfully down to the canvas as Karen crawled away, massaging her throbbing stems.    By this point, Billie had mostly recovered from the “Pond Powerbomb” and was back on her feet.   Looking over at a dazed Coleman, still in shock from making Karen submit as she stood there, sweaty and tired from the effort, Billie launched herself forward for a quick knee lift up into Jenna's abs.    Coleman doubled over as air rushed past her lips and Billie reached down for Jenna's brunette tresses, going to tug her head between her thighs to prepare for the “Rose Planter” (Pedigree).      Piper took a moment to play up to the crowd as she pumped her fist into the air and then reached down for Coleman's arms, which had wrapped themselves around her waist.   

Billie went to slam her forearm down against Coleman's back to soften her up, but before she could, Jenna straightened up and then flipped Piper over her head with a Back Body Drop that sent Piper high up into the air, but then gravity took over as she came back down to Earth and the canvas with more ring-shaking force.    Billie lay on her back for a moment, chest rising and falling, wind knocked out of her as she tried to catch her breathe, but that was something Jenna wasn't interested in allowing to happen.    Coleman dropped to a knee for a moment, sweating and breathing hard herself from the exertion as she pushed herself wearily back to her feet, turning around to see Billie on her back.   Staggering forward, Coleman then dropped her rear down across Piper's face for a  facesit, which the fans had dubbed “Impossible to Escape!”, after her character on the show.

Whether that was true or not, Billie intended to find out as she slapped, pushed and shoved at Jenna's posterior, attempting to dislodge it from her face.    Billie twisted and squirmed, kicking and bucking, making it impossible for the referee to count it as a pin, even as Coleman's thighs pressed on either side of Billie's face to maintain her perch.    Jenna reached down with one hand to hold onto Billie's blonde hair to keep her pressed underneath her posterior and the other hand reached down to give one of her breasts a rough squeeze to try to distract her as well, with the combination of both making it even more difficult for Billie.    Jenna scrubbed her butt back and forth, going to press her butt back into Billie's rapidly reddening features and cut off her air as quickly as possible.      Jenna even bounced a few times to daze Piper, sending her back to the canvas as she was finding the name of the maneuver eerily accurate.     

But, as Billie started to settle down and her shoulders started to brush the mats, Jenna had a better idea as she slid her shins underneath Billie's shoulders.    Billie's shoulder's couldn't touch the canvas and Piper started to panic, realizing she couldn't count on a pin to finally end this torment.    The ref checked thoroughly, but Billie's shoulders were off of the mats, so there was nothing he could do.   Asking Billie about a submission only got muffled curses and squeals underneath Jenna's ass, but Jenna gripped one of Billie's wrist tightly to press it down between her chest and left one hand open, with only one avenue for escape.     

Jenna smirked as she ground her butt down roughly into Billie's own sweaty features and felt Billie push at her posterior, fingers digging in and trying to push upwards, but even as she lifted Jenna's rear up slightly, Coleman just SLAMMED her butt back down into Piper's face to daze her even further.   Piper yelped in pain and embarrassment, nose jammed up between Jenna's cheeks and unable to get air as she finally gave in, tapping against Jenna's thigh and ass to frantically submit.     Jenna licked her lips, staying atop Piper for another few seconds as she gave Billie's chest one more squeeze and sway of her posterior across Piper's face, before getting to her feet - victorious!   

After a war between three of the most popular companions in modern “Doctor Who” history, it had been Jenna Louise Coleman, the Impossible Girl overcoming what seemed like impossible odds at some points to secure a HUGE win today.    Although the debate over the best companion was certainly not settled with this win and would be ongoing, Jenna KNEW in her heart that she was the best and at the moment, so did the fans as they chanted her name.     Jenna jumped onto the turnbuckles, pounding her chest and bellowing with excitement as she soaked in the moment and excitement with her awesome triumph.     No matter what – no TARDIS could ever take this win away from her, although judging by the looks on Karen and Billie's faces, they would certainly try.    But, for this moment in time – one shining wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey moment - the best modern companion:  Clara freaking Owald!!

Jenna Louise Coleman (Clara Oswald)

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Flashback 1965: Diana Rigg vs Claudia Cardinale



"Nessun arresto!" the Italian beauty pleaded.  "No...don't!"

"I'm afraid begging won't do you any good, dear," the British blonde replies in a confident tone.  As she did so, Diana was slowly but successfully rolling the struggling Claudia over onto her stomach.  Once that is achieved the Englishwoman, firmly holding her opponent's shapely legs in her hands, bends the brunette's body backwards in a Boston Crab.  Cardinale howls in anguish, her hands clawing at the thick shag carpeting.  Rigg's lips give a lopsided grin of satisfaction as her rival is reduced to helplessness.  After only a few moments more of the torment, Claudia rasps, "Non più...Posso inviare!"

"The Queen's English, if you please," Diana smugly demands.  With tears welling in her eyes, Claudia sobs, "No more, please...I submit to you!"

Rigg instantly releases her hold, letting Cardinale's legs flop to the floor.  Placing a foot upon the rear end of her defeated adversary, Diana puts her hands defiantly on her hips and beams a smile of triumph as she declares, "Rule Britannia!"

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Natalie Dormer vs. Emilia Clarke




The Game of Throne stars were once friends but lately have turned into bitter rivals. The tension between the two had gradually built up until they finally met in the ring as the confident Emilia Clarke, just deemed the sexiest woman from Esquire last year, against her fiery and motivated co-star Natalie Dormer. While the match was evenly contested and hard fought as expected between the two black lingerie clad women, Clarke’s slight over-confidence and Dormer’s drive to make a name for herself tipped the balance of power at the finish.

Natalie finally had Emilia in complete control as she locked in a brutal camel clutch submission. Clarke clawed and squirmed trying her hardest to hold out as long as possible but Natalie kept increasing the pressure; so much so that eventually Clarke’s upper body was bending backwards at an almost grotesque ankle. Natalie was a little impressed by her fellow Englishwoman’s will to stay in the fight as Emilia had been previously thought of as a jobber but it was clear she put work in before this match. Even with that preparation though Dormer she knew that it shouldn’t be long before she had this match won and done. To quicken the proceedings, Dormer kept Clarke in the extreme camel clutch with one arm while using her other arm to fly towards Emilia’s poking out breasts and start pulling, squeezing, clawing and twisted them without mercy. Emilia started screaming in pain, and it wasn’t too much longer before she finally tapped out and begrudgingly admitted defeat. But Natalie was so in the zone that she didn’t realize her opponent had tapped out as she continued the bending of her body and clawing of her breasts until poor Emilia passed out.

Natalie was tired but jubilated. She had certainly humbled her constantly praised co-star by not only beating her but making her tap out and quit. After shoving Clarke’s upper body to the floor and raising up in victory, Natalie would place her foot on Clarke’s plump sticking up booty and flex her arms as she stood victorious over the blacked out Clarke laying in a heap on her stomach; a real warriors victory pose if you will.


Jessica Alba vs. Kate Beckingsale: Jeans Match




Jessica Alba did not take kindly to Kate Beckingsale’s pre-match remarks as the snotty Brit talked down to the popular American actress calling her a hack and a floozy. “You’re just like all these other American girls. Showing off their body to get asses in the seats yet can’t act to save your life.” Beckingsale sniped as Jessica looked on in frustration. Suffice to say that Alba had plenty of fuel to not hold back against her opponent from across the pond, and while Beckingsale was no automatic pushover because of the the exercise she had put in for all those Underworld movies, Alba was just as fit as her and with definitely a bigger chip on her shoulder.

The objective of the match was to strip the jeans off your opponent and both women tried in vain to yank each other’s pants off throughout the match but both quickly realized that, because of how tight each pair of jeans was, that this was effectively a KO match with the added humiliating at the end of being stripped to their panties. Beckingsale had started to regret what she had said previously Jessica as she had the English actress reeling…literally. After a neckbreaker, Kate stood on wobbly legs as she turned around only to be met with a jaw-breaking spear kick that connected with an audible clap and instantly dropped Beckingsale to the mat with authority. Alba, gleeful that she shut this haughty English bitch up, reached down and tugged Kate’s skintight black jeans down her legs and off to win the match.

The ref raised the victorious American girls hand high as Alba was about to leave the ring before noticing what Beckingale was wearing as her underwear: a skimpy pair of panties in the colors and pattern of the United Kingdom flag. Wanting to add some insult to injury for those obnoxious and unnecessary remakrs earlier, Alba stripped Kate of her panties as well before spitting a few times in them and shoving the garment in Beckingsale’s mouth as she remained unconscious and Jessica walked to the locker room a very proud American. 

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Wow,  so many great stories and by proxy,  great writers! Loved the idea in the last match of the "jeans match" hope to see more gorgeous women take on this type of fight.

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Great work, my friends...England can be proud! 

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Bella Thorne vs Victoria Justice



The brunette squirmed, struggling to break free.  But her opponent kept her firmly pinned on her stomach with a knee planted against her back.  Meanwhile, Bella's left hand cupped under Victoria's chin, and her right hand grasped her rival's right ankle.  And with a wicked gleam in her eye, the redhead pulled, intent on making both ends meet!

Justice resisted with all of her fading might, but Thorne had all of the leverage she needed.  Slowly, agonizingly, she pulled Victoria's leg back, until at last the poor girls toes were touching the top of her own head, creating a most imperfect...and torturous...human circle.  The brunette screamed herself raw from the pain, and began slapping her palms furiously to the carpet as she shrieked, "Lemme go!  I quit!  PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASE!!!"

But Bella wasn't willing to let her victim go just yet, and she continued torturing her for another ten seconds or so, until Justice was driven to the brink of unconsciousness from the agony.  Only then did the ruinous redhead release her hold.  Rising up, she placed a foot almost daintily upon the rump of her conquered foe and raised her arms to accept yet another in a string of triumphs.

[IRISH]

The battle had raged on for what seemed like hours to the two women but it was much more like 20 minutes….  Both of the women’s clothing had long ago left their bodies with the referee tossing the tattered rags to the horny crowd who devoured them like sharks in a feeding frenzy.

Every time it seemed like Lynna Nilsson was inches from victory, the experience of Karen McDougal would reverse the tides of the battle, with the brunette switching roles, taking the top position and letting the blonde have it.

Every time the American seemed to have the upper hand, it was the youth of the Swede that allowed her to escape just in time to extend the match, gaining control.

With both women near exhaustion, Lynna tossed Karen into the corner and started to work the lush body of the Playmate over with lefts and rights to the body.  The older woman was showing the wear and tear of the prolonged battle, this looked like it was it for McDougal.  In desperation Karen head butted Lynna, sending the blonde staggering back towards the center of the ring.  Not taking a moment to rest the American charged at the Swede knocking the blonde down like a bowling pin.

Karen immediately went for the cover but the young blonde powered out once again at the two count.  What was it going to take to put this young buck down?  Karen thought to herself as she rolled off of Lynna and stood.

McDougal hauled Nilsson to her feet by the hair and whipped the blonde into the ropes.  Bouncing off the opposite side of the ring, the brunette barreled down on the youngster at full speed.  Leaving her feet, Karen damn near decapitated Lynna with an elbow to the head. 

The young blonde was spread eagle, flat on her back.  The move had taken quite a bit out of the older brunette who gingerly rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the corner of the ropes.

Using the ropes, Karen pulled herself to her feet.  Glancing over her shoulder at the fallen blonde she knew that she had to end the fight right now!  Placing her left foot on the bottom rope, the Playmate began climbing to the top turnbuckle.  Turning to face the center of the ring, the brunette stood, balancing herself on the top rope.  “That’s it bitch!  Time to end this!”  With a push off of her strong legs, the beautiful brunette flew through the air right towards her fallen opponent.

Karen sensed the something was wrong just as she left the top rope as she saw Lynna rising up onto her elbows.  Things got much worse for the brunette when the blonde also picked up both of her legs from the mat.  An evil grin crossed the blonde’s face as she watched the fear wash over the face of the brunette as she neared impact and couldn’t do a thing about it.

“OOOOOOFFFFFF!!!!!”

Was the sound that could be heard even in the back row of the arena.  Every molecule of air had been driven from Karen’s body as her belly made contact with Lynna’s out stretched legs.  Her body just jack-knifed, suspended in air above the young blonde.  The Swede showed the power of her own legs as she just held the Playmate up off of the mat.

The crowd just looked on in awe and wonder… Was she dead? They asked one another when Karen didn’t move.

Wanting to end this, Lynna just rotated her hips off to the side dumping the American’s body face down on the mat next to her.  Karen’s body shuddered as she dry heaved and struggled to suck in some much needed air. 

The young blonde rolled towards her foe coming to rest on her side.  Reaching over with her index finger, she brushed Karen’s hair aside exposing the agenizing expression on her face.  “What’s the matter honey?  You look out of breath.” The Playmate was in capable of answering the cruel blonde… at least verbally.  In her mind she had a few choice words for the Swede.

Flicking Karen’s hair to the side so she could keep enjoy the Playmate’s expressions, the blonde started running her hand over the brunette’s upper arms and shoulders.  “So big, so strong with all these muscles… what could have happened?” she taunted as her hand now started tracing the outline of the American’s back.

Running her hand over the curve of Karen’s lower back she stopped when she reached the Playmate’s ass.  “Not too bad for an old hag.” She teased as she slapped it playfully.  “But not even compared to my fine ass.”

The burning pain in Karen’s belly was still there but she would not take any more from this little bitch.  Still wheezing for air, the brunette tried to make it up to her elbows.  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going bitch?” the blonde demanded one she felt Karen’s movement.

Kicking her long leg over the fallen brunette, the blonde sat on the Playmate straddling her ass.  Grabbing hold of Karen’s dark mane, Lynna started pulling back on the American’s hair.  “Fuck!” was all Karen could gasp as she felt the growing pain in her lower back.  Interlocking her fingers under Karen’s chin, the young blonde really started ratcheting up the pressure on her victim.

“Finish the bitch!  Isn’t that what Jumpin’ Jack Flash says? Or something like that”  Lynna said as the tears rolled down Karen’s cheeks.  “Fuck off!” Karen spat defiantly.  “OK, have it your way grandma!” 

As Lynna pulled back with all her might, she slipped her long legs around Karen, locking her ankles in front.  “Say good night!” the blonde said as she crushed the brunette’s badly damaged torso. 

We don’t know if Karen surrenders or if she was even capable of speech at this time.  One thing for sure was that the young blonde wasn’t even going to give her the opportunity too.  This fight was over… the Swede had Finished her!

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Damn!  Can't get the picture to post...

http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=21114;sa=pictures;view=92095

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Love Bella bending Victoria, Jack! Really hot and dominant finish  Victoria makes a very good jobber

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Flashback 2006:  Hilary Duff vs Lindsay Lohan



Sitting upon her opponents's back, Hilary pulls Lindsay's head up and back with a handful of hair close to the roots, causing the redhead to shriek in pain.  It had been a grueling brawl between the two bikini-clad arch-rivals, but for the last few minutes control of the fight had firmly been in Duff's hands.  Still yanking Lohan's head back, the blonde slammed her right forearm down across her adversary's breasts, pounding breath from Lindsay's already heaving lungs.

Releasing her hold, Hilary rises up and pulls Lohan up with her by her hair.  A knee to the belly forces the gasping redhead to double over, allowing Duff to shove her foe's head down between her thighs.  Impishly, the blonde starts to lay stinging slaps to Lindsay's rear end, each spank drawing a yip of pain from the hapless girl.  Then, Hilary wraps her arms around Lindsay's waist, and with an Amazon's roar, the blonde lifts her rival up, until Lohan's feet are pointed to the ceiling.

Hilary then suddenly sits down upon the carpeted floor, bringing Lindsay down with her for a piledriver.  The crown of the redhead's skull spikes into the floor, bearing the full brunt of the impact.  She is left barely conscious as her body flops limply to the floor.

But the match doesn't end there....

The two hated rivals had a special stipulation, and Duff now intends to fulfill it.  She drags the whimpering body of her nemesis across the penthouse floor into the bathroom, closing the door behind them.  The muffled sound of running water is heard by the awaiting spectators, one of whom inquires as to what is happening.  "Oh, don't you know?" responded the well-known actor sitting next to him.  "Those two have always been taunting the other about their hair color.  You know...redder is better, blondes rule, that sort of thing.  Well, they agreed that the loser of this match has to take the winner's hair color and wear it for ten years!"

With that, the washroom door opens, and out triumphantly struts Hilary, a wide smile of satisfaction beaming upon her angelic face.  A minute or so later, leaning heavily upon the door jamb to keep from collapsing, a tearful Lindsay emerges, the victim of an immediate hair bleaching.

[Black Kitten Paris]

Love it!  Let's see more Ariel from you!   

Decided to post this before I left for work (night shift, woooohoooo). I'm in an Ariel Winter mood so expect more shortly.

Ariel Winter VS Jennifer Lawrence

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Sophia Bush vs. Brittany Snow




Both women wanted the movie part so much that they both agreed to a private apartment match to determine the winner and eventual leading star. The director along with some of the top crew were there to witness the catfight between the brunette Sophia Bush and opposing blondie Brittany Snow.

Sophia had controlled most of the fight throughout and now had Brittany on the edge of defeat as she sat atop of her opponent; both women had been stripped naked so that now Bush had her bare vagina smothering Snow’s squirming face. As Sophia started to grind her pussy on the gradually weakening blond’s face, she then took things a step further and reached down Snow’s body to start sensually fingering her upward facing pussy. Brittany started to groan in humiliation as her face was engulfed in her opponent’s increasingly wet crotch while her own crotch was being probed and violated and there was little she could do to stop it. Sophia would finally explode on Brittany’s face just as Brittany herself would orgasm all over Bush’s invading hand and the match was announced over.

Sophia, rising victorious and a new certified movie star, wiped her wet hand off with Brittany’s discarded pair of panties before shoving the soaked garment in her passed out mouth. Poor Snow laid on the carpet with her face covered in Bush’s juices and her mouth stuffed with her own juices-soaked panties as she brutally lost the starring role she strived so hard for while Sophia signed the contract of a lifetime.
 

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Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg



The two lithe beauties grunted as they strained against one another, their arms raised and hands clasped together in a test of strength.  After a long stalemate, sweat glistening off of their alabaster skin, Amanda slowly begins to lose ground.  Michelle digs her bare feet harder into the plush carpeting, teeth gritted and muscles tensed as she gradually begins to force her rival backwards.

Finally, Seyfried is pushed back enough so that she bumps into the sofa (which was swiftly vacated by a pair of spectators when they saw the tide of battle turning their way).  Instantly formulating a new strategy, the blonde sits down swiftly on the cushion, pulling her adversary toward her and throwing her off-balance.  A heartbeat later, Amanda lashes out with her right leg, her foot punting up between Michelle's thighs and slamming into the triangle of thin fabric covering her groin.  Trachtenberg's eyes shut tight and she gives a loud yelp from the sudden burst of pain.  Pulling her hands free of her opponent's, Seyfried pulls her legs in and then thrusts them out, the soles of her feet smashing into the brunette's chest, sending her sprawling backwards to the floor.

Michelle lay curled up on the carpet, hands clutching her crotch, cheeks puffing in and out as she pants for breath, and moist tears forming in the corners of her eyes.   Seyfried stands up from the sofa, almost casually shaking her hair and brushing errant strands away from her face.  She then saunters with over-weening cockiness to her fallen foe, strutting triumphantly around her as a shark circles its prey, taunting the chestnut-haired beauty with, "Too bad, so sad...you were soooooo close, Mish.  Maybe now you'll realize that I am so much better than you.  Here, let me help you learn than."  Reaching down, she fills her fists with her adversary's long, tangled hair and begins to haul her back up to her feet.

For all of their many confrontations, Amanda seems to have never learned the lesson that her nemesis has remarkable powers of recuperation.  Had she struck swiftly, the blonde almost certainly could have overwhelmed Trachtenberg and won the battle.  But by taking the time to taunt her, she simply gave Michelle the small window of opportunity she needed.

Seyfried learned that to her horror as suddenly her world exploded in agony, courtesy of the upward forearm blow which Michelle delivered to the blonde's own groin.  Now it was Amanda's turn to have her face twist into a mask of pain, her hands massaging her throbbing nether region, her knees bent in almost comically.  Flush with adrenaline and powered by intensity, Trachtenberg climbs back up to her feet and slips behind her rival.  Wrapping her arms around Amanda's waist, with a grunt she lifts her up, and then brings her down again...with the blonde's groin smashing into the brunette's outstretched knee!  The impact sends Seyfried sailing forward, where she crumples to the floor.

There she lay, the side of her face pressed to the carpet, lower lip quivering as she fought back tears, arms splayed to her sides, her knees under her, and resultingly her rear end thrust up into the air.  Michelle takes that as an invitation to deliver a kick with such force, Amanda flips over onto her back.  Grabbing the blonde by her ankles, Trachtenberg lifts and spreads her legs.  Realizing her peril, Amanda's open palms window wash the air as she whimpers, "No...please...!"

But the brunette ignores her pleading, coolly saying, "You want to mess with the honey pot, you've got to expect some bees."  And with that, Michelle begins to stomp her heel again and again into Seyfried's groin, and within seconds the blonde is shrieking "STOP!  I GIVE UP!  SHTAAAAAAPPPP!!!"

Contemptuously dropping her defeated rival's legs, Trachtenberg walks to Seyfried's side and places the ball of her right foot squarely between the tear-filled eyes of the blonde as Michelle strikes a victory pose.

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A bounty from the Big Fan!

A friend of mine who is a terrific writer of fight stories has come up with a couple of pieces for the Finish Her thread, and he's asked me to share them, which I most happily am!  Let's all welcome the work of Big Fan!

Sigourney Weaver vs Susan Anton circa 1980



The apartment in New York had hosted many classics going back to Maureen O’Hara’s epic run of the 40’s into the mid 50’s. The fight was billed as Boa verse Python, there were none better with the legs than the six foot tall Weaver and the inch shorter Anton. For nearly three quarters of an hour the fans lucky enough to attend were treated to an epic match going back and forth as both women escaped what looked like could be the end for either of them several times.
 
The bikini’s they started in never stood a chance, they were just not made for this amount of stress being put on them. Now covered in sweat and carpet burns the blonde and brunette continued grappling on the carpet, it had been nearly ten minutes since either had stood up right. The fans so intent on the action have stopped cheering and watch in a silent thrall as they once again believe the end to be at hand.
 
Sigourney is on Susan’s back, legs wrapped in on the blonde’s own long limbs, but Anton still on all fours looks to have hope of escape. Suddenly though Weaver throws all her weight to the side and rolls Anton and herself face up on the carpet. That’s when Sigourney’s strong legs clamp shut like a bear trap on the blonde’s midsection, Susan groans in pain and maybe a bit of hopelessness of the first time. Susan’s hopes don’t rise as she feels Weaver’s left arms snake around her throat. Anton grabs the brunette’s forearm before she can cut off her air supply further with the choke hold.
 
Sigourney grinning now brings her free right arm around and claws into Anton’s under rated tits, Weaver whispers, “it’s only a matter of time now Susan.”

The blonde groans, either from the breast mauling, body scissors or the fact that she knows Sigourney is right. Susan has to allow Sigourney to do her worst to the blonde’s breasts, she can’t hold off the powerful brunette’s arm with just one hand. Susan cries out in pain as Sigourney begins flexing her legs sending the pain in the blonde’s sides pulsing through her body. Seconds turn into minutes, and still Susan squirms and thrashes trying to escape the deadly embrace. Sigourney works the multiple holds waiting for the blonde to succumb.
 
Susan desperate reaches with her right hand to try and stop the attack on her tits, but that was the final fatal mistake. Sigourney’s forearm closes around her throat, and the brunette brings her other arm up locking in a sleeper hold. It’s like watching a nature program as the blonde gives into the victor and the evitable ending. Anton doesn’t last long before her eyes close and darkness takes her.
 
Sigourney waits a moment before releasing the body scissors, the brunette now smiling broadly as she hooks her heels inside the comatose blonde’s legs and slowly pulls them apart. As expected every camera man there for every trade magazine rushes to snap the photo of Anton’s womanhood. After giving them time to snap off a full reel of film Sigourney tosses the defeated blonde off to the side, Susan laying face down motionless and a tired and sore brunette stands and places a foot on Susan’s upturned rump for a few more victory photos.   

Morgan Fairchild vs Valerie Bertinelli Circa 1980


 
Rookie Valerie Bertinelli was in over her head from the start, her apartment wrestling manager would be fired after this fight.
 
Morgan stomps away at the balled up brunette, who thought the nineteen year old would be a good match for one of the wickedest veterans around was what most were thinking. Fairchild had ten years more experience and it showed, Morgan walks over getting a drink of champagne from a fan and even flirts a bit before she turns her attention back to the mewing brunette.
 
Bertinelli in only her second fight was clearly not ready, she had lost to Joyce Dewitt of Three’s Company in a more competitive match. Morgan out pushing her new show Flamingo Road, was in an especially evil mood tonight. Valerie made the mistake of thinking since Fairchild had stomping her the fight might be over or she was at least save to roll to her back and try to catch her breath. The youngster never sees the blonde coming, her first clue is when her legs are lifted off the carpet.
 
Morgan holds the quivering legs in a loose ‘V’ as she looks down taunting the poor newcomer, “No prom sex for you honey.”
 
Fairchild plants her foot on Valerie’s girly bit and pulls up on her legs as she pushes her foot down on the gas pedal. Valerie begins pulling at her own curly brunette hair as her neither region explodes in pain, she doesn’t last long, screaming, “I QUIT! I GIVE…PLEASE STHHAPP!”
 
Fairchild laughs, “Well that was simple. Maybe you’re not cut out for this line of work Val.”
 
Morgan grinds her foot showing no sign of relenting, as she taunts Bertinelli further asking if she ever felt anything like the pain she’s feeling now.
 
The crowd parts as a smallish blonde steps out front, Cheryl Ladd hands on hips demands, “Let her go Morgan.”



Fairchild’s eyes flash seeing her hated rival, but now is not the time to start something with the Charlie’s Angel star. Tossing Valerie’s legs aside Morgan walks over taking a drink off the tray a waiter holds, to the crowd she says, “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
 
Without warning she tosses the champagne into Ladd’s face, the golden liquid splashes everywhere soaking the white top Cheryl is wearing. Before a new less official fight can start several of the men move between the stars, Cheryl trying to push her way through to get at the laughing Morgan. Cheryl screams she’s going to kill the other blonde, but Fairchild decides now is the time for her exit and departs leaving a destroyed opponent and a wet and hostile opponent in her wake. 

[AKMaster]

Michelle Trachtenberg vs Emma Watson



Michelle grunted in effort as she squeezed her legs around Emma’s neck in the middle of the ring. After she had stepped up to defend America’s integrity against this snobby Brit, a long back in forth battle between the two of them had occured, their thin black and pink lingerie soaked with sweat. Yet as Emma laid next to her on the floor, pathetically tried to pry Michelle’s scissors off, victory will soon be hers. The paddle that Emma so arrogantly demanded hanged above the turnbuckle, and would soon become very familiar with Emma’s behind. Emma knew this and she desperately tried to pull Michelle’s legs apart, but they were too strong and soon her vision became blurry. Michelle laughed as she sensed this and said.

“Whats wrong Princess? Realizing now that American girls are more than you handle?” Michelle laughed again and squeezed even harder. Emma at this point had given up trying to pull her legs apart and Michelle smiled, victory surly hers. Yet Emma was not about to let an inferior American beat her so, and she it was time for her to learn respect.

With one last grunt of effort, Emma repositioned her feet, and stood up suddenly, bringing a shocked Michelle up with her. Realizing that she was suddenly in a powerbomb position, Michelle loosened her scissors in an attempt to escape but Emma held on to her legs, a smile showing on her face, relief at the ability to breathe again. Michelle flailed her arms in desperation to escape, but Emma only laughed and said.

“Time for you to learn some respect tart!” And with that Emma brought Michelle down in a powerbomb with a loud SLAM! Michelle’s eyes widen in pain and shock, but Emma, knowing her opponent’s reputation, lifted her up again, and brought her down with another SLAM. then a final SLAM onto the ring matt, Emma bringing herself down with her.

Michelle was nearly knocked out as a result of this, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy as she groaned in pain and shock. Emma smiled at the result, and slowly and sensually crawled over Michelle’s body and grabbed her stirring face, bending over to Michelle’s ear and whispered.

“Rule Britannia.” At which Emma stood up and walked over to the turnbuckle, enjoying the cheers and boos as she walked up it, shaking her hips along the way, and grabbed the paddle. As Emma jumped back down, Michelle had recovered slightly and was slowly rising to her knees, when she saw Emma approaching with the paddle and fear clutch her at the implication of her lost.

Desperately, Michelle got up to her knees and tried to crawl out of the ring and she nearly made it to the ropes, however Emma grabbed her foot and dragged her to the middle of the ring as Michelle screamed. As Michelle turned to counter attack, Emma smacked the paddle against her head, stunning her totally.

Emma grinned at the moaning Michelle and slowly kneeled down and flipped Michelle on her stomach and lifted her up to her knees. Licking her lips, Emma grabbed Michelle’s panties and gave her a wedgie, showing off Michelle wonderful cheeks in full before bringing the paddle down onto them in a mighty SMACK.

Michelle woke up from her state and gave a shriek of pain, but Emma did not relent and she brought the paddle down again in a mighty SMACK, and again SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Michelle’s eyes brimmed with tears as the pain and humiliation washed over her, her attempts to break free futile by Emma’s hold.

Finally, with Michelle’s cheeks bright red, Emma brought down the paddle in a last SMACK, letting Michelle fall to floor. Michelle moaned and clutch her backside in pain, as Emma kicked her stomach a few times, forcing her onto her back. Emma then put her foot on Michelle’s face, and gave a victory pose saying.

“And that why British girls are the best!”