[Freefall]

-Before-
 
 
Santa Monica CA
 
The press and fight fans gather in swarms to the beach for this hotly anticipated model matchup. Miller and Shayk have been at each other in the press but the real curiosity is the formation of the #Khaos stable. Social media has buzzed for days as Irina debuts her new brand with Kim Kardashian , Kylie Jenner and Abigail Ratchford. Kardashian gleefully states on her Instagram.

 "Wow ! Irina told me after she crushes Miller that she plans on keeping her top ! #sorrymarisa #byebyebikini" 
 
Marisa Miller has no time for games when asked about Kim's boasting 
 
"Irina has fought twice... And has yet to win one match. Now she has some new friends and they want to make threats ? Decker , Lima , Bar, I've beaten all of them and I'm going to send Irina back to where ever she was hiding.

Oh  and this nonsense about my bikini.... Come and get it bitch"
 
Four posts and ropes are set up at the waters edge with bleachers and scaffolding holding the media and throngs of beach going boxing fans. Marisa Miller enters first through the sea of people accompanied by her trainer Shania Twain. Marisa sports long loose sandy blonde hair and waves to her home state fans as they cheer the California-born supermodel. Miller reaches the makeshift ring and removes her robe to reveal a show-stopping stars and stripes push up bikini , no doubt a dig at her Russian-born opponent.
 
Irina Shayk enters next with her trainer Cat Bell and remaining members of #Khaos. Kim , Kylie and Abigail taunt the fans as boos cascade from the bleachers before taking selfies at their ringside seats. Irina is outfitted in a sharp black bikini with her hair tied in a sleek ponytail. Her steely eyes do not leave the busty blonde as she climbs through the ropes and approaches Miller in the middle of the ring.
 
The crowd is at a fever pitch as Miller and Shayk stand toe to toe. Miller pokes her larger chest into the Russians but has to look up to address her 5'10 opponent.
 
"You're going down... and your little friends can post the whole thing"
 
Irina seethes
 
"Kim said I would take your top... she's wrong.... you WILL give it to me"
 
Miller is bewildered by Irina's words as the Ref rings the bell
 
Kylie Jenner's snapchat posts a pic of the supermodel standoff #FIGHTTIME 
 
RD1
 
Both fighters circle in the sand. Marisa is the aggressor as she tries to jab and get inside but struggles with Shayk's length. Irina uses her reach to ward off the advancing blonde as long as she can before pressing her own offensive. Miller is quicker than the Russian woman had prepared for and dodges gracefully before landing the first points of the fight to Shayk's body.

Irina is briefly stunned but recovers to again fight off the bouncing blonde. Miller backs off and presses again forcing the black haired model on the defensive. Miller goes for Irina's head but cannot connect.Irina sees her first opening and lands a bullseye left hook that bounces off Millers right breast. Marisa gasps and disengages from her opponent as Irina gives chase. Shayk howls in frustration as the bell rings before she can press her advantage. The round is a draw
 


-Between-

Marisa readjusts her right breast in her top as Shania gives instructions

"Keep moving she got one lucky shot in... That bitch doesn't belong in the same ring as you"
Miller nods in approval and readies for round 2



RD2
 
Irina storms out of her corner determined to be the aggressor but she cannot track down the American bombshell. Miller circles Shayk and peppers her with jabs testing Irina's defense. Marisa lands blows to the body and scores to the head. Irina is getting shelled but instinctively  grabs the blonde and both women careen into the ropes.

The California crowd boos loudly as Shayk bodies their hometown fighter into the corner. Irina pumps uppercuts into the blonde woman's  side and lands two more clean blows to Millers patriotic rack. #Khaos members howl at ringside as the ref pulls Irina off Miller. Both women gasp for air as they reset in the middle of the sand ring.

Marisa senses a pattern and dodges another blow aimed at her jugs and lands clean on Shayk's chin stunning the taller woman. The tall Russian retreats and covers up from the advancing blonde as the crowd roars and round 2 ends with Miller in front.

-Between-

Cat Bell focuses her frustrated fighter in her corner.

"You are tougher than her... Keep working and she will slow down.... Then you punish the blonde bitch"

Irina nods as she guzzles water

"Keep after those big soft tits. She doesn't want you anywhere near them.Those stars and stripes are targets. Hit them hard and often and Miller will break"


 
RD3
 
The American and Russian woman spare no time and collide in the middle of the ring. Miller finds her speed advantage eroding as blows she dodged earlier with ease now land to her body. Miller digs down and fights Irina off and this time catches Shayk in her chest. Irina retaliates straight between the bombshell's eyes to score her first blow to her opponent's head.

Marisa sees double and goes after the wrong Russian missing wildly. Shayk coldly delivers an uppercut from hell square into the blonde's taut stomach. Marisa doubles over and gasps for air before Shayk charges her from behind and drives her chest first into Irina's corner. Millers, bouncing breasts smash into the ring post as Shayk pounced on the wounded model.  Irina rabbit punches the blondes exposed back but the bell rings before she can move in for the kill. The ref forcibly drags the raging Russian from the stunned Miller. Marisa struggles to fix her misplaced bikini top and stammers back to her corner. Kylie celebrates on Facebook  as Irina has taken control of this fight

Between-

Shania has to settle her shaken fighter. Marisa is hurting and gasping for air as Twain soaks her aching boobs with sponge water

"Keep your composure Marisa , you've been here before she hasn't. Whose match is this ?"

MINE - The supermodel shouts

 
RD4
 
Irina looks to end Millers day but may have underestimated the fight in the American. Shayk launches consecutive haymakers but cannot find her target. Marisa has called on her veteran reserves and evades over and over and then strikes. Shayk lets a sharp hook through her defense and has her jaw rattled. Marisa sees an opening and the crowd IS ON ITS FEET. Miller Scores again to the head and once more to the body.

This time its Shayk stumbling in the sand as the Busty blonde hunts her down. Irina desperately defends herself from Marisa's barrage , but this time it the big Russian who is driven to the corner. Miller unloads to put Shayk down as Irina covers up for dear life. Marisa scores again and again but cannot find the kill shot. Desperately Irina shoves the blonde off her out of the corner and is able to find her bearings just enough to dodge a missile of a right from the blonde. Irina lands her sole point of the round to Millers midsection as the bell rings. Marisa finds herself back in front  but her fans are anxious that she could not seal the deal.
 

-Between-

Irina struggles to shake the cobwebs as Cat Bell cleans her up.

"FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS use your length HIT THOSE TITS HIT THOSE TITS"




RD5
 
Both women come out of their corners with more caution as each has taken significant  damage. Irina and Marisa dance in the sand looking for an opening. Marisa struggles to find the wind to score the blows she was finding earlier and finds herself on her heels. Irina uses her length to calmly pick apart Millers defense. A Russian left finds its way through and bounces off Millers right side. Marisa drops her elbows and receives a stinging right to the side of her head.

Shayk goes again for Millers sweat dripping rack but instead catches a straight glove to her temple. Shayk and Miller stumble and disengage as the crowd roars. Miller tries her damnedest to press her advantage but cannot track Irina down. Marisa desperately chases Shayk up and down as the crowd boos and RD5 ends with Shayk regaining a slight advantage.


-Between-

Shania tries to calm the frustrated supermodel.
"You almost had her , stick with the plan. She will make a mistake and then knock that bitch out"

"Listen to this crowd , these people are here for you , let's give them a show and send these want-to-bes home"

Marisa demonstratively agrees ignores her aches and pounds her gloves together

"I've got this" the bombshell exclaims.



 
RD 6


The crowd roars and an energized Marisa Miller storms out of her corner landing body blows to her rival. Miller reaches back a launches an awkwardly telegraphed haymaker. Shayk sees Millers glove coming from a mile away and easily ducks the would be match ender. Shayk smiles as she sees two heaving star spangled boobs wide open...defenseless.

-SPLAT

Marisa Miller gasps as her prized rack is flattened against her ribcage by an earth shattering left right Shayk combo. Marisa stumbles into the ropes and uses them for supports as she cradles her battered breasts. Irina ruthlessly pounces on her wounded prey and pounds the blonde's head with a looping overhead right. The fading Californian is trapped on the ropes and just soaking in punishment.

The media and fans watch as Shayk flashes a vile grin and UNLOADS on the All-American girls tits. Irina pumps a right uppercut that explodes underneath the left cup of Millers top. Marisa tries to scream but her breath is taken when Shayk launches a straight left detonating Millers big right boob nearly out of her top.

LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT...Irina lands over and over working the blondes bikini like a speed bag.

Miller is in complete shock...Her red white and blue jugs are now just beat red all over as Irina's cruel fists lay waste.

Shayk steps back to enjoy the view and allows the shattered Miller to cradle her mauled mammaries. Tears stream down the blonde's face as she puddles to the sand holding her overworked top in place. Irina plays to the irate California Crowd as the count is made

1......2.......3.......Miller tries to find her legs.
4.....5 Marisa holds her humming chest in one hand and grasps the ropes for leverage with the other
6....7.... Miller is inches to getting back to her feet
...8....9....The American girl has nothing left and collapses through the ropes into the surf

 10

Irina Shayk stuns the beach crowd and social media with a bombshell busting KO6
 
After
 
The beach is dead silent as Kim, Kylie and Abigail explode and embrace their stablemate The #Khaos girls takes a quick selfie before Shayk gets down to business. Miller quietly sobs in disbelief at the waters edge. The cool waves soothe her battered boobs as she comes to terms with her defeat. Real fear strikes deep in Marisa's gut as Irina saunters to the broken model. Irina coldly grabs Miller by her matted sandy hair and drags her knee-deep into the surf. Irina takes gleeful delight in plunging Marisa's head under the shallow water. Miller wails her arms for a few seconds before Irina relents.
 
Remember what I said... your top...now
 
 
...never.... Marisa weakly replied
 
I'll nev.......
 
Miller could not finish her sentence as Shayk plunged her back beneath the water. Millers screams were muffled by the ocean until Irina pulled her out again.
 
 
...no more....please stop.....my bikini is yours.... Miller stammered
 
Irina releases her prey and stands over the crushed supermodel. Miller slowly undoes the ties to her cherished American Flag bikini. Cameras flashed up and down the beach as Marisa's battered bruised boobs tumble free.
 
Irina greedily snatches her well earned trophy and soaks in her moment as Marisa Miller sadly tries to cover up for the phones of #Khaos. Shayk easily kicks Marisa to her back and places her foot on Millers heaving chest...

"This is just the first in my collection" Irina announces to the world just before the live feed is cut by censors.


Kylie Jenner tweets a picture of Shayk's red white and blue push up trophy.

[DogWithABone]

What happened to just the ending? Yikes

[Jon Grey]

Kate Upton Vs. Jessica Simpson

While this isn't necessarily how I think it'd go, I hope it fits.

Upton


Simpson


Kate looked down at her bulging breastflesh as it was slowly pressed outward. She couldn't believe the thought that it would look erotic to someone passing by entered her head, her big natural boobs meeting the devastating pair that she'd thought would be a pushover. Her hair fell to her shoulders, dropping to the tops of her prized jugs. She gasped as she saw the invading pair push further, letting the first lock of the model's blonde hair brush the opposing tits.

Jessica looked up at Kate and grinned as she began the final stages of the blonde supermodel's destruction. She arched her back slightly, proud of the way her own tits barely gave. They of course gave a little. She smugly smiled at the bulge of her own globes as she overwhelmed the younger woman. While the titfight had lasted a while, she had felt the weakening of Upton's thick breasts. She simply ground away with her own orbs.

Now it was paying off. Her twelve years of experience had made her far more patient, and she hadn't panicked when the blonde model's soft, thick breasts hadn't broken. Upton's furious strikes, on the other hand, had slowed to almost passive acceptance. Now Simpson luxuriated in the slow destruction of Kate's younger, more popular tits.

Upton felt her own tits giving way even as she saw it. The dull ache within her prized chest had grown steadily as Simpson's thick jugs had finally displaced her own. Kate watched over the last passes of Simpsons thick tits, unbelieving as her own 34DD cups finally broke. Jessica felt her own tits brushing up against the younger girl's breast bone and just put a finger to Kate's lips.

“Ssssh, baby. I'm just going to finish you off. I like it quiet, K?” Kate's will had broken with her tits, though she hadn't realized it. She never knew why she watched as her own destroyed tits flattened beneath the singer's superior boobs. True to the command, though she barely whimpered as her sacks broke down, their tissue beaten beyond a pulp. She looked into Jessica's eyes, who smiled condescendingly. “And there they go,” she offered. “Whose got the best tits, Upton?”

“You do,” she murmured as Jessica pulled away, allowing her failed tits to finally sag against her chest. Kate couldn't believe how soft and weak they felt. Even the gentle squeeze between her fingers was painful, but her loose flesh offered no resistance. Simpson had certainly done her damage.

“I won't take your bra,” she told her. “Do us all a favor and put those things away for good.”

[DogWithABone]

Love the attitude from Simpson there.

[Xtra164]

Debby Ryan vs. Selena Gomez




Selena had once again bitten off far more than she could chew. But to go so far as to attack Debby on her body shape was beyond nasty even for her. But that didn't stop Selena from opening that big mouth of hers, and how little restraint and tact Selena showed with spewing her venom to a much stronger woman, the usually passive and kind Debby showed the same lack of patience as it wasn't long before Gomez were to be squashed like a pancake for the seemingly hundredth time. Selena, as captured in the picture above, simply froze like a deer in the headlights and gazed in horror as Debby walked right up to her, reached both her hands out to drip the bottom of Selena's tight white top and the waistband of her skimpy black short shorts and in one swift motion yanked the outfit completely off Gomez's body. Poor Selena didn't even protest or squirm as she just stood there mouth agape with her arms at her sides when her clothes were instantly ripped off leaving her standing clad in just a black lace bra with a matching string thong below.

What followed next was simply total destruction. The mad as hell Ryan would plummet poor Selena like a rag doll as the capacity crowd gasped and awed in amazement. All Gomez could do was shriek and scream as her body was bent, stretched, slammed and destroyed without mercy as Debby took great pride in contorting and abusing Selena's body in whatever way she could think of. During a particularly brutal and spine-breaking sharpshooter, Debby was able to bend Selena's legs so far backwards that eventually the formally cocky Latina pop star was being smothered by her foot. You could say that Selena now definitely put her own food in her mouth both figuratively and literally! Of course Debby would break the hold just before Gomez passed out as what fun would that be if she was asleep during her comeuppance?? But Selena the creampuff could only stay woke for so long before she yet again would black out from a the combination of pain and humiliation that she'd been so used to in almost every encounter she had with another woman.

After stripping off Selena's lace bra and thong set, Debby would lock in a tight chickenwing behind Selena's back before hosting the pleading jobber up to parade her around the stage, flashbulbs going off capturing the nude and weeping Gomez unable to hid her exposed breasts and pussy, until Ryan suddenly fell to her ass slamming Selena done face-first on the stage instantly knocking her out cold. Her limps sprayed across the floor as Debby remained sitting down on her ass looking down at Selena's tight bare caboose sticking up propped up on her lap. After giving each buttcheek a solid smack, Debby would grab both of Gomez's ankles to bend them backwards, then reach other to grab both her wrists and yank them up to her ankles behind her before grabbing Selena's discarded lace bra and thong and using both garments to hogtie the passed out girl like a heap of conquered prey. Adding one last final tough, Debby would then flip over the tied up girl so that poor Selena was arched backwards with her naked breasts slumped upside down and her stretched crotch pointing right up at the ceiling. Debby placed her foot on Selena's sticking up belly and flexed her arms in victory

[Anna the Marine Chick]

How long is too long for this thread? I started writing a Hendricks/Blue vs Dennings/Winter story and it feels like it is getting too long.

Get to writing or I might come over there!!!

[Xavi]

someone please write up this epic redhead catfight ... Deborah Ann Woll vs Sophie Turner

Sophie Turner (20 y/o, 5’9”, 121 lbs) vs Deborah Ann Woll (31 y/o, 5’10”, 145 lbs)

“I, for one, would like to welcome Sophie to the Marvel family,” Deborah said during pre-fight with her signature ‘cute-but-dangerous’ grin.

Sophie, during the fight, welcomes the older actress to the mat with a vicious German suplex that splays the red-headed beauty out. Deborah incoherently mumbles some sort of protest after nearly being knocked unconscious as the back of her head struck the canvas first.

“She’s not even a true red-head, she just plays one on TV,” scoffed Deborah to the media the night before.

Sophie’s eyes are defiant but watering quickly as her tormentress cranes the young girl’s head and neck back with a tangle of ginger tresses. Deborah has a knee in the starlet’s back, crushing her into the canvas, watching as Sophie claws helplessly at the mat, dragging herself to the ropes, refusing to submit.

“What does she even do, anyway? She doesn’t fight, she doesn’t have any memorable lines… She just quivers a little lip and looks sad and hopeless,” Deborah continued on to the media.

A quick palm strikes Deborah flat to the nose, stunning her and making her stumble back into the ring corner. A stone-faced Sophie quickly sets upon her victim, delivering a flurry of kicks and knees to Deborah’s pale, sensitive midsection, breaking the bigger actress’s resolve slowly but surely.

“I’ve been around a lot longer than her, I’ve done more than her, I’m more authentic than her. This is my time. She can wait her turn, even if that takes her a decade like it did for me,” the clearly flustered Daredevil actress had ranted to reporters during the fight conference just hours ago.

Clearly having put in some time with the fight choreographers from her show, Deborah halts a charging Sophie Turner by vaulting into her with an impressive spinning knee which crushes the young actress’s chest, dropping Sophie immediately where she heaves, desperately trying to reclaim her breath.

“If I were you, I’d do the smart thing and put your money on me,” a cocky Deborah said during a late night talk show, “Brace yourself, little Sansa… Winter isn’t the only thing that’s coming…”

Sophie’s body goes limp as Deborah crushes it into the canvas with a powerbomb. The starlet’s eyes flutter for a moment but remain open and glassy to see the older actress fold on top of her, pinning her down, and eyeing the ref as he begins slapping out the count. One! Two!

“Let me tell you something,” said Sophie in her one and only pre-fight interview, “People have this idea of who they think I am. I can easily talk about how I’m this or that… Or not this or not that... Instead of all that noise, allow me to make some noise. Let me show you what I can do.”

Sophie kicks out! Deborah is furious, raving at the ref about a slow count, disregarding the dizzied girl who is now climbing back to her feet. Arguing with the ref seems to be a dead end so Deborah refocuses on her opponent, grabbing an arm and forcefully whipping her across the ring. Sophie collides with the cables on the other end of the ring but manages to hook them with her arms to stay put. Deborah stomps on over to her rival and tries to shank a forearm into Sophie’s upper back. She whiffs as Sophie anticipates the follow up and spins harmlessly out of the way, causing Deborah to drape across the top cable!

There’s a killer glint in Sophie’s eye as she spins back around to see a scowling and vulnerable target. She quickly slips an arm underneath and bends Deborah backward onto her shoulders to lock in a torture rack, putting the Daredevil actress into a panic. Deborah squirms and howls in pain but Sophie’s not letting go! She walks out to the middle of the ring with Deborah who is crying out all but her surrender now. With a mean mug of her own, Sophie drops to her knees which bends Deborah forcefully along her left side and spine before finally crumbling to the ring motionless. It’s an easy pinfall for Sophie, who secures a win in her wrestling debut, and walks out of the ring with stony and determined confidence.

[Jackflash Jump]

Whitney Carson vs Lacey Chabert



It had been a confrontation many months in the making.  For well over a decade, Lacey had been heralded as the Suplex Queen of wrestling, mistress of a thousand-and-one arcane variants of the move.  But now newcomer Whitney had been establishing a claim on the title, displaying a knowledge of suplexes every bit as vast and thorough as the brunette.  At long last, they were booked together when their touring found them both in Japan to determine who would prove to be the very best.

For suplex aficionados, it was a magnificent display, as the two diminutive beauties slammed one another again and again with countless versions of the hold, some rarely seen in any ring.  The spines of both Chabert and Carson screamed in pained protest as they took the brunt of the punishment, but still they battled on, neither willing to concede to the other.  Whitney scored a moral victory of sorts, demonstrating that she was every bit as masterful as her veteran rival.  But for both battlers, being on the receiving end of such variations as the Three-Quarter Nelson, Tiger and Saito-San suplexes was a new...and not very welcome...experience.

But after a long and bruising battle, with both beauties pushed to the limits of their endurance, the end seemed to loom.  This being Japan, the rules were a bit more...flexible...than in America, so the referee didn't so much as bat an eye when Whitney climbed out of the ring, grabbed an 8' table, and slid it in under the ropes.  She then leaned it up against the cables, so that it was at a 45 degree angle, clearly with the intent of slamming her adversary through it.  However Chabert, who had up until now been laying in a dazed heap on the canvas, courtesy of a Northern Lights suplex, had regained her wits and got her second wind, and as Carson turned to face her, she was startled to see Lacey not still laying on the mat, but in fact standing before her.  A moment later, the brunette launched a boot up into her opponent's lower belly, doubling her over with a pained gasp.

Without hesitation, Lacey then dashed across the ring to the ropes, bounded off of them, and rushed back toward her foe.  Whitney was just rising upright again, and Chabert leapt up, twisting her body so as to deliver a butt bump to the blonde, with the inevitable result of sending her crashing through the table behind her.  But what Lacey had anticipated was that Whitney would react with lightning speed, actually catching her airborn rival, and in a fraction of a second executing a Wheelbarrow suplex.  Chabert instinctively threw her hands in front of her as she flew down toward the canvas, but as Carson intended, that only caused her to spring back up, adding to the momentum.

Whitney flipped Lacey up and over, the brunette's back slamming across the wooden table, which detonated into pieces from the impact.  Chabert lay there amid the debris, eyes closed as she softly cooed in agony, barely conscious.  Whitney took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from her brow, and then dragged her limp adversary to the center of the ring.  There, the blonde sealed the deal on her victory by haughtily placing a boot atop the heaving chest of her fallen foe.  As the referee slaps 1...2...3 to the canvas, the stadium erupts,  and chants of "SUPLEX QUEEN" in both English and Japanese became near-deafening, as Whitney triumphantly raises her arms in the air, and a small tear trickles from the corner of Lacey's eye.

[Sandman13]

Kaley Cuoco was laughing and joking with the gaggle of reporters outside the premier of a new movie.  One the reporters asked her what the best thing about being Kaley was.
"Oh, just to be young and strong and successful - not an old washed up wannabe like, oh, I dunno - Jaime Pressly or someone!" she replied with a giggle. But wouldn't you know it - doing the red carpet stroll right behind her was Jaime herself! The former "My Name Is Earl" star heard the cruel remark and naturally took offense.
So for the next five minute a group of paparazzi were treated to the sight of Kaley Cuoco getting her ass handed to her by another blonde 20 years older but one who was obviously much, much tougher.
Kaley was punched, kicked, twisted, thrown, kneed and flipped until she was a sobbing wreck, stripped to her panties and bawling helplessly. "Please, please - Jaime!" she wailed. "Stop! I'm sorry - I take it all back! I'm the loser - me! Just stop kicking my ass, PLEASE!!"
Jaime pulled the quivering blonde starlet to her feet and stuck a finger right in front of her face. "Let this be a lesson, you little strumpet! Young and strong doesn't mean tough - you're nothing but a wimp with a big mouth. Now stand up and take what's coming to ya!"
She grabbed a big handful of Kaley's thick hair in her left hand and, winding up good, landed two hard rights to the ingénue's jaw. Kaley's big blue eyes rolled back in her head, crossed once or twice and then clicked shut. Jaimie released her hold and Kaley flopped to the sidewalk like a puppet with cut strings.
All the LA papers the next day had Jaimie on the front page, striking a muscle pose with a big grin while in the background lay poor Kaley face down and her fine ass in the air.

[Chotch87]

Poor Selena needs a fight where she wins.

[al2468]

Miley was waiting for years to get her hands on Ashley. "I hate the bitch, I want her in a catfight to the finish, one woman walks away," said Miley.  " If the ugly slut wants to fight I'll take her on and send her to the hospital, " replied Ashley.  The crowd was in an uproar as the girls made their entrance.  Ashley in black, Miley in pink. The ladies went right after each other determined to strip their opponent. As they rolled around the floor, each girl had accomplished their objective.  Now completely nude,  the fighters grabbed and tore at their opponents breasts and crotch. Moans, grunts, and screams echoed thru the room as the girls tore into each other, both intent on hurting the other.  " I said I'll put you in the hospital bitch" as Ashley got on top of Miley and went crazy with punch after punch to Miley's face and head. Miley was unable to defend herself from the barrage of blows and was bleeding from the nose and mouth, but Tisdale would not stop.  She grabbed Miley's head and continually banged it off the floor until the crying Miley was unconscious.  Ashley walked away to the cheers of the crowd, Miley went to the hospital. 

[al2468]

The celebrity fight promoter was looking for a fight between mature woman (in their 40's ), who were still knockouts with an international flair.  He decided on the German Heidi, age 42- 5 foot 10 vs the Columbian Sophia age 43- 5 foot 8.  He approached the two beauties with the offer.  A private apartment catfight in front of 20 spectators, winner take all for a cash prize of $1 million.  Both woman had been in fights before and each quickly excepted the invitation to do battle. The promoter explained that the woman would be bound together at the waist with a 5 foot rope and they will fight until one fighter was knocked out.  No submissions, pins or tapping out.  The bound together fighters, both dressed in black, had battled for 10 minutes in a vicious back and forth battle, ripping each others clothes off, pulling each others hair out and mauling each others tits. The tiring fighters each had handfuls of their opponents hair as they rolled around the floor grunting and exchanging ethnic insults. Their glistening sweat covered bodies made it difficult for either women to maintain control over her opponent. 5 more minutes into the fight it looked like this could end in a draw as neither girl could gain an advantage.  The promoter separated the girls much to boos from the spectators. The crowd wanted a fight to the finish, a knockout, as was advertised. The girls were asked if they would finish the fight bare knuckles style, no wrestling, pulling hair etc.,but a bare knuckles fist fight until one fighter was knocked out.  Sophia and Heidi stood toe to toe and began to exchange punches. Heidi proved to be the better bare knuckles boxing as she landed stunning blows to Sophia's head and body. The staggering Sophia was helpless as Heidi grabbed her, pushed her into a corner, and unleashed blow after blow until the defeated Sophia slithered down the wall to the floor bleeding and unconscious. Heidi kicked her for good measure, raised her arms in victory and paraded around the room to the cheers of the crowd.

[al2468]

The showbiz- modeling world waited in anticipation for the big night. It was finally arranged and set up.  America's sweetheart Maureen McCormick(aka-Marsha Brady) vs supermodel Christie Brinkley in Las Vegas in a private penthouse.  Christie was quickly established as the 8-1 favorite in the boxing match till a knockout. The fighters entered the room, both in one piece bathing suits, as the invited crowd cheered and yelled encouragement to their favorite.  Most "experts" believed that Christie would knockout Maureen within 3 rounds. Christie looked very confident and cocky as she struck some seductive poses for the crowd. "I'm going to fuck you up big time sweetheart", said Christie." Will see bitch, replied McCormick. You could see the hate between the two as they came to the center ,pushed their tits against each other and had an intense stare down.  As round one began the over confident Christy danced around taunting Maureen. Maureen shocked everyone as she landed a roundhouse right that catches Brinkley and sends her to her knees.  Christy rose at the count of 8 the cockiness gone. This was going to be a fight.  The girls fought hard for 6 rounds, each landing some good shots, but neither fighter able to establish clear dominance.  As the fighters waited for round 7, Christie rose, threw down her gloves, took off her bathing suit and said, "Come on bitch, lets finish it nude, anything goes."  Maureen , at first a bit surprised, smiled and did the same.  They locked up in the center grasping each others wrists struggling for control.  Maureen forced Christy to her knees, grabbed her by the hair and flung her to the carpet. Maureen was on top of the surprised, struggling Christie like a cat, one hand ripping her hair, the other mauling her breasts. Maureen, sensing victory applied a devastating choke hold to Brinkley.  Christie was in big trouble as she struggled to break the hold. Maureen just applied more pressure as the fight was slowly going out of Christie.  "Finish her off, Maureen", the crowd yelled. Chants of MAUREEN_ MAUREEN- filled the room. McCormick landed two big punches to Christie's face knocking her out.   Christie was out cold. The crowd applauded the victor Maureen as she raised her arms and struck a victory pose.

[Jackflash Jump]

Blondes vs Brunettes

It was a tantalizing match concept:  three blondes versus three brunettes in a three-on-three brawl.  Adding to the mystique was the fact that the sextet of combatants would be drawn from a large pool of wrestlers, and not even the fighters themselves would know if they were chosen, and who their partners and opponents would be, until just several hours before the scheduled match time.

Such secrecy managed to keep most people in the dark about the details, but Hayden Panettiere is not most people.  Using her feminine wiles, she not only ensured that she would be one of the chosen blondes, but she also learned the identities of the other two flaxen haired battlers, as well as their darker-maned rivals, several days in advance.  They would be...

TEAM BLONDE:  Hayden Panettiere, Brittany Snow & Abigail Breslin



...versus...

TEAM BRUNETTE:  Vanessa Hudgens, Michelle Trachtenberg & Ariel Winter



Obviously, the organizers were opting to match up known arch-rivals, which suited Hayden just fine.  After all, she's not one to pass up a chance to kick that bitch Vanessa's ass.  And with the singular knowledge of who the other five women will be, she held a valuable ace card that could tilt the contest in the blondes' favor.  To ensure this, Panettiere secretly contacted Snow and Breslin, and for the two days prior to the match, they trained intensely together, working out moves and maneuvers which would allow them to function as a team, while their adversaries could only hope to fight as individuals.

The hour of the match finally arrived, and as the two teams entered the mansion's vast living room from bedrooms on opposite sides, the brunettes were surprised and pleased to see who their opponents would be, while the blondes seemed utterly unsurprised, and were positively aglow with self-confidence.  That aplomb proved entirely well-placed, as Team Blonde took early control of the battle, the golden maned trio deftly trading off with opponents, applying double and triple-team tactics, and otherwise dominating the brunettes, who found themselves bewildered by how effectively their opposite numbers functioned together, almost like a well-oiled fighting machine.

Ultimately, despite valiant efforts to stave off defeat, Vanessa, Michelle and Ariel fell to the inevitable.  Adding insult to injury, their rivals finished them off with the signature moves of the brunettes themselves:  Brittany settled her butt down upon Trachtenberg's face, Abigail pressed her breasts down across the sweaty face of Winter, and Hayden buried Hudgens's mouth and nose under her crotch in a front facesit.  Trapped, the bruised and battered brunettes were helpless as they were driven into unconsciousness.

When they awoke, they discovered a stipulation to the match that Panettiere had surreptitiously slipped into the fine print of the contract, and which the losers were now bound to obey:  they had to go blonde for thirty full days, displaying to the world that blondes are better than brunettes!

[DogWithABone]

Blondes vs Brunettes


TEAM BLONDE:  Hayden Panettiere, Brittany Snow & Abigail Breslin

Did Hayden Pants buy some tits or did they just balloon after childbirth?