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.
