Sixteen women, TV stars, up-and-coming young actresses and older women looking for one last career break accepted an unusual invitation. Ostensibly, the catfighting extravaganza was billed as a charity fund raiser, with the proceeds going to a good cause but each woman had her own reason for entering. For some, it was a feud with another star; for others, a chance to work out some pent-up aggression. Others wanted to shed a 'good-girl' image, while still others thought that it would be a laugh, a quick adventure to pass the time. Then there were those, probably more than would admit it, who found close battle with another woman surprisingly appealing. What bigger primal thrill could there be than to dominate - or be dominated?

And so they gathered for night #1, in which all 16 combatants would square off for their first-round fights. A ring had been set up in the center of the hall, with sufficient padding to minimize damage to the ladies' precious assets. But much as the event would have its lighter touches (rather than formal wrestling wear, each combatant was allowed to choose her own clothes), they'd been told not to take it too easy on each other in the ring. Having paid top dollar, the audience was looking for some real entertainment - and each woman planned to oblige.
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MATCH ONE: "TV Temptresses" - Debra Messing ('Will & Grace') vs. Elisabeth Rohm ('Law & Order')


Debra was the first to enter, maintaining her happy-go-lucky image with a light blue sundress cut high enough to show plenty of her long, sleek legs. Elisabeth came next, opting for a less pristine look in tight black stretch pants and a matching halter. Both were barefoot and as they stood facing each other, Debra's height advantage was apparent. But Elisabeth looked slightly stockier than her slender opponent, and her eyes blazed with an intensity Debra seemed to lack. Taking a prolonged look at her opponent, Debra's smile slowly faded away; Elisabeth looked like she meant business, and Debra knew she had to cop a similar attitude.

Like most of the night's combatants, neither woman had much experience at this sort of thing, and their tentativeness was evident as they stepped toward one another. Debra looked to take advantage of her slight reach advantage, taking a couple of swipes as they drew closer, but Elisabeth had little trouble dodging them. Debra continued to press, backing the blonde up somewhat, but her next attempt was easily blocked by Elisabeth. With Debra looking surprised, Elisabeth took advantage to pound her fist into the brunette's unguarded stomach, knocking her backward.

With a hint of fear in her eyes, Debra consciously backed away from her opponent. She'd never really been in this sort of situation before, and the first real blow had robbed her of some of her confidence. As Elisabeth advanced, Debra found herself on the defensive, using her reach to fend her off with rather harmless shoves to the upper body. Finally, though, Elisabeth gritted her teeth and plowed through Debra's defenses, grabbing onto her and forcing the two to lock up.

For several moments, Debra's height advantage worked to her advantage. But Elisabeth's frame was slightly sturdier, and as the two got in close against one another, she proved a bit stronger. The taller women found herself stumbling backward, trying to maintain her feet. Finally, she was forced into the corner, where Elisabeth continued pressing down until Debra was forced to her knees...

With Debra kneeling before her, Elisabeth quickly pulled one of her hands free and, grabbing her by the hair, pulled her head in between her own black-clad legs. With Debra frantically squirming and trying to claw at her legs, the blonde squeezed for all she was worth...then, when she felt her legs getting tired, dropped backward, driving Debra's head into the mat. Even though it was a relatively soft mat, the brunette was still badly stunned. Barely moving, she lay flat on her stomach trying to regroup. Elisabeth knew that she should move in for the kill, but she also remembered that the organizers had put a premium on entertainment.

With Debra looking more or less incapacitated, Elisabeth knelt over her and begin relieving her of her dress but although Elisabeth was working quickly, she wasn't about to win this fight without a struggle. Feeling her shoulder straps pulled down, Debra began thrashing until she was again subdued as Elisabeth grabbed the back of Debra's hair and slammed her face into the mat. Returning to the matter at hand, Elisabeth, after considerable effort, managed to get the dress down to Debra's waist, then with a mighty tug pulled it over her feet and off, leaving the brunette in a black bra and matching thong. Straddling Debra's lower back, Elisabeth got even more ambitious. With the brunette trying desperately, and unsuccessfully, to buck her off, she reached down to remove her bra.

But just as she released the snap, Debra threw her elbow up, catching Elisabeth flush in the face. The stunned blond rolled off her opponent, clutching her face. There was no real damage as far as she could tell, but Elisabeth had been caught off guard. Debra, slowly got to her hands and knees, snapping her bra back in place. The extra moment may have saved her dignity, but it gave Elisabeth more time to recuperate and both women rose to their feet at roughly the same time. Though she'd had a temporary setback, Elisabeth was brimming with confidence and for the first time, opted to talk a little trash.

"You wasted your time bothering to cover those?" she said derisively, pointing at Debra's small breasts. "What is that, a training bra?" Enraged, Debra charged toward her rival and launched a kick at her, but Elisabeth easily avoided it and permitted herself a laugh. "I see I touched a nerve," she observed.

But Elisabeth quickly got serious, because this time the brunette launched herself in and forced a lockup. The two women stumbled around, clutching each other and trying to bring the other one down. Debra had the initial advantage, having gathered momentum on her charge, but Elisabeth's strength advantage soon leveled it off and with a burst of energy, she slammed Debra back in a corner. Debra was slightly winded from the impact and Elisabeth nailed her with a heavy-handed slap that knocked her head sharply to one side, then followed up with a closed-fist punch to her bare stomach. Debra doubled over, but Elisabeth wasn't done yet. She grabbed Debra between her bra cups, yanked her upright and unleashed another couple of slaps to her face. With Debra trying only to cover up at this point, Elisabeth landed three more solid punches to the brunette's midsection before Debra crumpled to the mat.

Looking down at her disdainfully, Elisabeth pressed her foot into Debra's stomach and asked, "Wanna give up?"

"No!" Debra spat defiantly, but her face told a different story as Elisabeth pressed down.

The blonde probably could have ended it then and there, but she was having too much fun. She took a step back and invited Debra to get up one more time. "Come on then," she invited. "Let's keep fighting."

Debra didn't have much left in the tank, but she did see one opportunity to get back in this. After a moment of remaining resolutely still, she suddenly propped herself up on her elbows and launched a kick aimed at Elisabeth's crotch. Unfortunately for the battered brunette, Elisabeth caught on just in time to turn slightly and Debra's foot caught only her thigh.

"You little bitch!" Elisabeth exclaimed as Debra, looking panicked, tried to crawl backwards away from her.

With a growl, Elisabeth threw herself on Debra flattening her. Debra struggled valiantly, tugging at Elisabeth's hair as she squirmed frantically, temporarily preventing Elisabeth from gaining control. But soon, several body shots and slaps subdued her and left her begging Elisabeth to stop; her legs still kicking but her arms crossed over her head trying to shield her face.

"I'll stop, but you have to promise to do three things I tell you," Elisabeth said, improvising on the spot.

Debra hesitated so Elisabeth offered a fist to the stomach that quickly made up her mind.

"All right, all right, just stop!" she blurted out.

"Attagirl," Elisabeth said, dismounting and getting her to her feet. "Now, let's start with telling all these good people who kicked your ass, and how I can do it anytime I want to."

"You did!" Debra unreservedly responded, gazing up fearfully from the ground. Elisabeth appeared unsatisfied and made a move toward her, so Debra quickly added, "You beat my ass, and can do it anytime you want to! Please! Please don't hit me again!"

"Very nice," Elisabeth responded. "Now for your next trick, I want you to sit up and take off that bra so we can all get a look at what you've been hiding."

Humiliated, but fearing a further beatdown, Debra slowly consented. Rising to her knees, and glaring at her tormentor the whole time, she undid the snap in the back and pulled off her bra, covering her chest with her hands until Elisabeth gave her a light - but threatening - kick in her side. Debra quickly dropped her hands and the audience hooting as her small breasts were at last bared.

Elisabeth laughed mockingly, shaking her head, telling the audience, "Maybe sometime, I'll show you what REAL breasts look like. But for now, I'm afraid you'll have to make do with these little titties." Taking a seat next across form the pained looking Debra, Elisabeth announced, "Now for our final act, I want you to bring your bony ass over here for the spanking you deserve!"

"Not on your life!" Debra yelped, disobeying instructions by springing forward, slamming into Elisabeth. The move initially succeeded as Debra knocked the blonde onto her back, but soon they were rolling around on the floor trying once more to assert control. Unfortunately for Debra, the beating she'd already taken - not to mention Elisabeth's strength - left her in an unwinnable position and soon the dominant blonde was back on top. Kneeling over Debra, Elisabeth grabbed her by the hair and forced her onto her stomach. Then taking a seat astride Debra's back facing her feet, Elisabeth proceeded to take swing after wild swing at Debra's bare butt cheeks.

"Auuggghhhh!" Debra wailed, her arms flailing and her feet beating the mat, powerless to escape - her humiliation growing by the moment along with the bright red glow on her ass!

"You're..." SMACK! "just lucky..." SMACK! "I'm not asking..." SMACK! "for another three things!" Elisabeth informed her before she dismounted, stood up and took a bow as the crowd cheered and Debra cowered. "You're not worth any more of my time," Elisabeth snidely told the humbled brunette. "But we'll see the rest of you next round!"
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MATCH TWO: "Starlet's Scrap" - Keri Russell ('Felicty') vs. Carly Pope ('Popular')

As the crowd still buzzed over Elizabeth Rohm's unexpectedly one-sided thrashing of Debra Messing, the next fight was ready to begin. Keri came out first, her brown hair straight in jeans and a sleeveless purple top cut off just above the waist. She'd evidently had no intention of showing too much skin but the same couldn't be said for Carly who arrived in the evening's most risqué outfit. She clearly wasn't self-conscious about her small chest, her tiny sleeveless white top (cut off well above her navel) pressing tight against her skin and her nipples clearly visible through it. Carly's only other item of clothing was a pair of black panties, leaving her thin legs bare.

As the two women came together, though, it was clear that neither was bursting with confidence. In fact, having witnessed Debra's fate minutes earlier, the potential for humiliation was weighing on both of their minds - particularly since neither had any experience at this type of thing. That lack of experience, along with their trepidation, was soon plainly obvious to all in attendance as both petite women circled cautiously, occasionally taking half-hearted slaps but generally looking like their main goal was to escape without too much harm.

The crowd grew restless with both women and urged them to show some signs of life, but the circling and occasional harmless flailing persisted until Carly finally took the lead. Steeling herself, she lunged forward toward Keri, who successfully dodged. Again, Carly tried to grab her, and again Keri fled. Though the slightly smaller of the two petite women, Carly now seemed to be chasing her opponent around the ring.But it was to no avail, because Keri evidently wanted no piece of her.

Finally, Carly opted for a more unconventional route. Leaping slightly into the air, she jumped right into Keri and immediately wrapped her bare legs around her. Keri's slight frame was unable to withstand the sudden weight, and within a moment she found herself toppling backward, hitting the ground hard with Carly atop her. Aside from being slightly winded, Keri was not badly hurt. But her passive nature still got the better of her, as Carly took the fight to her. With the petite brunette raining down slaps to her face, all the while straddling her midsection, Keri did little more than try to cover up. Even Carly looked slightly surprised by this turn of events, but she wasn't about to complain. Instead, she added to her slaps by bouncing up and down, driving the air from the other fighter.

"Want to just give up now?" she inquired mid-bounce. Keri shook her head, thrashing about slightly in an attempt to get herself free. Given her uncertainty over her own fighting prowess, Carly knew she should do everything she could to end this quicky. So using her hands to keep Keri on the ground, she quickly crawled forward, pivoted around, and placed her panty-clad behind right on her opponent's face. "Might as well put you out of your misery now," Carly told the weakly resisting brunette.

Keri did not quit, but she also still didn't do much to fight back. Reaching down, Carly yanked up Keri's shirt so that her bra was in full view, then latched her hands onto both breasts. Given Keri's obvious shyness, she figured it couldn't hurt to add a bit of humiliation. Unfortunately, she was wrong as Keri, utterly passive until now, suddenly sprung to life, reaching up with both hands, grabbing Carly's hair and pulling with all her might. Startled, Carly let out a yelp and toppled sideways, pulling free and scrambling up. But this time, Keri was right there with her - and looking to be the aggressor.

With the wild-eyed Felicity star stalking her, Carly was now the one on the run. But before long Keri had grabbed hold of her, Carly was forced to follow suit, and the two heretofore reluctant fighters were forced into a test of strength. Neither woman had a whole lot of power, but as they stumbled around the ring pushing and pulling, Keri began to take control. Soon, Carly had given up on trying to bring her rival down, and was simply trying to stay upright herself. With an extra burst of effort, though, Keri finally succeeded in swinging her to her knees.

Carly needed a quick move to get out of this predicament, but she was so shocked by Keri's sudden ferocity - and perhaps frightened of what was in store for her - that she simply stared up wide-eyed into her rival's face. That proved to be a big mistake, because Keri wasn't wasting any time. With barely a moment having passed, she unleashed a wicked slap to Carly's face that sent the brunette tumbling over. Carly was now flat on her stomach, and as she slowly began to rise Keri reached down and grabbed her by the back of her shirt, looking to haul her up and dish out some more. But as she tugged, the flimsy material gave way and the tiny top tore off in her hand. Given a temporary - albeit topless - reprieve, Carly scrambled forward and got to her feet, turning and warily eyeing Keri with the look of someone who knew she was in trouble.

The two women were now quite a contrast. Keri, still fully clad in her jeans and t-shirt, had been transformed into a hungry cat stalking her prey; Carly, naked but for her black panties, looked more like a mouse. But she knew that she'd have to be more aggressive if she had any chance of taking back control, so she wasn't about to back away now. With her hands up, she headed straight for Keri. Unfortunately for Carly, though, Keri now had enough confidence to stand her ground, and enough will to be just as aggressive. Easily dodging Carly's fists, Keri came back with a couple of slaps that left the petite brunette light on her feet. Wrapping her arms around Carly's midsection, Keri followed through with the meanest bearhug she could muster - which Carly tried, rather unconvincingly, to return in kind.

Keri knew she wouldn't have the strength to hold Carly in the air, so she simply concentrated on squeezing with all her mite. The two women were now pressed tightly together, Carly's nipples hardening as her small breasts pressed up against the fabric of Keri's shirt. Her energy was sapping and she might have fallen over on her own, but Keri continued to hold her up. Carly's bare feet kicked harmlessly at Keri's shins, but that was about all the counterattacking she was doing as her arms fell to her side. Keri shook her back and forth, her own arms getting tired from applying the hold, then twisted Carly around and shoved her to the ground.

Having landed facefirst, Carly tried to slither away and regroup, but Keri had other ideas. Bending down, she grabbed hold of the waistband of Carly's panties, simultaneously keeping her in place and giving her a nasty wedgie. Carly's ass was lifted into the air, almost entirely exposed as the material was pulled tighter and tighter, as she tried moaned in pain and tried to scramble away. But Keri was having none of it, and took a step forward literally dragging Carly along the ground, then heaved her forward. The near-submissive woman again landed facefirst, but didn't get much reprieve.

Placing one foot on Carly's bare behind to keep her in place, Keri stood over her, then bent over again and grabbed the back of her hair. As she tugged upward slightly, bringing Carly's face off the mat, the hurting brunette's bare legs flailed behind her. But other than that, there wasn't much she could do. Carly might have submitted by this point, but Keri wasn't asking. Instead, she stepped off her and hauled upward on her hair, dragging the reluctant brunette back to her feet. Marching forward with the captive woman in tow, Keri flung her toward the corner, which Carly stumbled into. Leaning into the corner and facing outward, Carly cowered as Keri approached.

"Enough! I quit!" she blurted out. "Don't hurt me."

Since the mid-way point of the fight, Keri had been a woman posessed - and she wasn't stopping now. Continuing to plow forward, she threw Carly to the ground, and with the prone woman cornered, landed a couple of solid kicks to her body. By this point, the tournament organizers had seen enough. They had promised each woman that they wouldn't let them get badly hurt, and this beating was promising to get worse before it got better. Stepping into the ring, they pulled Keri away from Carly, then let her go when she seemed to have calmed down.

Carly, meanwhile, had tears running down her face - not so much of pain, but of anger for having been purposely humiliated. When Keri inadvertently stepped close before exiting the ring, Carly bitterly launched a kick upward into her leg that knocked the startled winner back a step. Without a moment's hesitation, an enraged Keri reached down, grabbed Carly by the feet, and began trying to pull her out of the corner. She succeeded in moving her slightly, then pounced downward, straddling the nearly naked actress and laying slap after slap to her face and chest. Carly thrashed underneath her, her legs kicking up in the air, but she had little to fight back with.

Before long, one of the organizers moved in again, and pulled Keri up and off. Rather than celebrating, the dominant brunette herself suddenly looked rather shaken, and those close by were surprised to notice tears in her eyes as well. Keri, it seemed, was unnerved by her own visciousness, and as she was dragged away she landed a final kick to Carly's side, the beaten brunette rolling over and covering her head with her arms. Carly had proved to be easy fodder, even for a reluctant fighter like Keri who would move on to face a far tougher challenge in the person of Elizabeth Rohm in the next round!
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MATCH THREE: Rose McGowan ('Charmed')vs. Joanna Going ('Georgetown')


The evening's next matchup, between Rose McGowan and Joanna Going, didn't have quite the name recognition drawing power of some others, but what the audience didn't know was that, on the set of 1998's otherwise forgettable movie 'Phantoms', sparks had flown between the two fiery actresses. Neither liked the other very much, but that hadn't stopped a certain sexual tension from bubbling under the surface. Now, five years later, they'd get a chance to work things out!

Unlike in the first two fights, both women arrived in the ring at the same time, and immediately headed for one another. Rose, known for flashy - and skimpy - attire, didn't disappoint, wearing a see-thru mesh top, thong panties and black nylons. Joanna, though more conservatively dressed, was a vision in a white tank-top and tight black shorts. The perky brunette was barefoot, her nails painted a deep purple and her hair at a medium length As they drew close, the contrasts between the two women became clear. Joanna was a couple of inches taller, but Rose was more solidly built - and ten years younger. She was also far curvier, her huge breasts thrusting against Joanna's comparatively flat chest.

"I'm going to devour you," Rose purred menacingly as they prepared to do battle, licking her lips for emphasis.

"Not if I get to you first," the older woman breathily replied.

With that, they slammed into each other, each trying for a solid hand-hold. After a moment's struggle, Joanna was overpowered and thrown to the mat but the petite, short-haired brunette didn't stay there, bouncing right back up from her hands and knees to come back for more. A brief struggle ended in another bad result for Joanna as Rose took control by pulling her into a headlock and once again tossing her to the mat. Joanna hit, rolled, and popped back up again, proving if nothing else she wouldn't back down easily. As Joanna approached Rose again with her arms raised, Rose saw her hard nipples jutting in her shirt.

"What're these?" she hissed, reaching out, grabbing hold and tweaking. "You must really be glad to see me!"

The busty brunette got a bit ahead of herself, though, leaving too much room for Joanna to get back in the fight. Ignoring Rose's hands on her breasts, Joanna latched her hands onto Rose's face, squeezing and pushing her back.

"Mmmppfff..." Rose protested, startled by the sudden attack.

Rose was forced back into the corner with Joanna still pressing her face - and adding a couple of knees to the body for good measure! But with a burst of energy, Rose pushed back against Joanna's chest, forcing her back a couple of steps and freeing her face from Joanna's smothering grasp. Given Rose's strength advantage as she'd already shown a couple of times, Joanna probably should've taken a moment to regroup and plan her next attack but the petite brunette was eager to take advantage of Rose's vulnerable position and she immediately lunged back into her again - it proved to be a mistake!

As if anticipating Joanna's move, Rose set herself and caught her opponent's raised, outstretched arms and, before Joanna knew it, the busty brunette twisted her around and levered both arms up behind her back. Rose probably should have found a way to inflict some real pain here, but she didn't seem too concerned with that. Instead, with Joanna in a sort of full nelson, Rose bent the petite woman back and slowly ran her tongue over her cheek as the audience hooted and whistled in pleasure.

"Told you I'd devour you," Rose hissed in the ear of the squirming brunette as she rubbed her crotch on Joanna's butt. "You're going to put on quite a show for the nice people."

Joanna tried to squirm free, but Rose's grip was too tight. Finally, Joanna started stomping her bare foot down on Rose's stockinged foot. At first it didn't have any immediate effect but after several stomps it became too unpleasant for Rose to ignore and she shoved Joanna forward in disgust. Joanna fell on her hands and knees, her dark hair cascading down to cover her flushed face.

"Guess I'll have to soften you up some more, even though we both know you want me in a bad way," Rose said, in her sultry voice.

But again, Rose had gotten a bit ahead of herself! While the busty brunette was talking a good game, Joanna mule-kicked back with both feet, catching Rose square in the crotch with her bare feet. Rose gasped and staggered back off-balance as Joanna swiftly flipped over on her back and took Rose off her feet with a leg sweep. As Rose crashed to the mat on her round bottom, the petite brunette threw herself forward and mounted Rose's waist.

Rather than focus on keeping Rose pinned, which Joanna knew would be difficult, she rained down as many slaps and punches as she could as she straddled Rose's waist trying to use her knees to pin Rose's hands. Winded by her fall, Rose was barely fighting back, so Joanna stopped slapping and seized Rose's bulbous breasts through her see-through top and gave her hard nipples a tug!

Joanna was pleased with herself at gaining such a dominant position against the tough brunette, but she quickly grew concerned when she looked down and saw that Rose, rather than looking pained, or even stunned, had a grin on her lips. Worse, Joanna realized that Rose's deep breaths sounded less like a woman in trouble than one who was enjoying herself!!

"Ohhhhh, don't stop now," Rose giggled. "Show me what ya got, tough girl. When I want you to stop, I'll make you!"

Wild-eyed, Joanna snatched her hands from Rose's chest and began slapping down at her. The curvier woman covered up still visibly giggling. When she'd grown tired of Joanna's 'temper tantrum' Rose, after a moment of struggle, grabbed Joanna's wrists and held her at bay. Struggling hard in Rose's grip, Joanna tried desperately to free her hands but Rose was too strong. Then, with her smile still intact, albeit with her lips pursed from the effort; Rose slowly pushed Joanna up until she could bring her leg up, put her knee in Joanna's stomach and shove her away. Always game, Joanna rolled over, popped back up to her feet and came at Rose again. But Rose was also on her feet and it was back to the drawing board for Joanna who raised her fists and began bouncing on her toes. Moving in quickly, Joanna began throwing lefts and rights at the surprised Rose who was not only, like most of the crowd, impressed - but also Rose was a little turned on by Joanna's spunkiness! Yet the petite older woman's undisciplined flailing was easy to dodge and on the few times she did make contact, she didn't have the power to do more than knock Rose back a half step or so.

But that wasn't the case when Rose finally decided to answer back! Planting her feet, she unleashed a single solid punch to Joanna's jaw that staggered her, then another sent her reeling away. Joanna's knees buckled as she slowly turned and crumpled face-down on the mat. Dazed, the brunette slowly pushed herself up to her hands and knees but before she got any further, Rose grabbed her by the back of her hair and jerked her to her feet with a yelp of pain. Rose stood behind Joanna and reached around, putting Joanna in a surprisingly tough bearhug as she briefly lifted the older woman off her feet; the tips of her polished toes sweeping the mat as she kicked in frustration. Slowly, her struggles slowed until she hung limp in Rose's embrace; still conscious, but losing strength fast as she had trouble getting air as Rose's arms constricted her diaphragm. It became clear she wouldn't be escaping any time soon as, with a final burst she tried to break free but Rose easily held her and continued squeezing until only Rose's strength kept Joanna from collapsing on the canvas.

With Joanna now at her mercy, Rose felt it was time for the fun she'd been promising so, wrapping her left arm gently around Joanna's throat (she wasn't trying to do serious damage, after all) she ran her right hand down the limp body to the waistband of Joanna's shorts. Joanna's eyes widened as she felt Rose's fingers and she made a desperation grab for her arm. Rose simply tightened the pressure on her throat until she stopped - then released the snap of her pants and tugged them down around her thighs. Rose raised one leg and used her stockinged foot to push them the rest of the way down one leg, then switched feet and pushed them the rest of the way down the other. When she was satisfied, Rose dragged Joanna back and the shorts slid off her feet. Looking down, Rose snapped the waist of Joanna's thong panties.

"Naughtier than I expected!" Rose said breathily. "I like that. Guess you know my taste!"

Then playing a hunch she'd had when they filmed together, Rose decided to take things a step further. Still holding Joanna firmly, she wiggled her tongue over the edge of Joanna's ear and down the side of her face to her neck as Joanna's eyes shot wide open and her upper lip quivered. She gasped and wiggled a little in Rose's tight embrace.

"No.... please....d...don't..." Joanna protested rather unconvincingly; her body language betraying her, as her resistance all but ended and she melted as she slumped back against Rose's breasts and belly.

While the audience watched in open-mouthed shock, Rose reached down and, in one quick move, pulled Joanna's shirt up and off over her head. The petite brunette wasn't wearing a bra - nor did it appear she needed one!

Rose stood on tip-toes and peeked excitedly over her shoulder, then sighed with a touch of admiration, "Oh, these are cute!"

She cupped a hand over one of the small breasts as, using that hand to keep Joanna in her place by pinching the gasping brunette's hard nipple, she snaked her other hand down into Joanna's pleasingly moist panties. With the audience still staring in disbelief, Rose began to work her 'finger magic' as Joanna slowly squatted and spread her knees; gasping in undisguised pleasure at the sensation Rose was creating in her dripping pussy. A few seconds later, however, Joanna gave a different kind of gasp as Rose threw her face-down on the mat.

"First things first," the dominating young woman announced as she dropped her butt on Joanna's lower back. "You're going to have to tell everyone who won this fight."

Rose began bouncing up and down, pounding what little energy and resistance Joanna had left in her petite frame. Joanna's arms clawed the canvas in front of her and her bare feet beat on the mat - but she knew, as did everyone watching, there would be no escape! In less than a minute, between grunts as Rose butt bombed her back, she began to beg Rose to accept her submission.

"That's it," Rose nodded approvingly. "That wasn't so hard, was it? For being such a good girl, you get a reward."

Reaching back, Rose grabbed Joanna's skimpy black thong panties and wiggled them down over the globes of her butt far enough to have unimpeded access to the submissive Joanna's sweet spot. With moments, Rose was rubbing away and Joanna was practically grinding herself into the ring floor as she pulled her knees up, legs spread to offer herself to Rose's fingering.

Seeking a better view for herself and her audience, Rose raised up slightly and rolled Joanna over between her knees. She moved her butt down onto Joanna's belly, then added a bit of extra excitement by leaning forward and sucking Joanna's bite-size breast into her mouth. Rose continued to work Joanna with her fingers as she suckled and swirled her tongue over her erect nipple. It was only a few seconds before the defeated fighter's feet lifted off the mat, her back arched and she threw back her head with a howl of gratification as she orgasmed in a shuddering, back-arching, leg-kicking climax.

Kneeling over her limp rival, Rose grinned as she ran her sticky fingers through her hair, plastering it back from her flushed and beaming face so everyone could see her radiant smile. The audience roared as Rose planted her hands on Joanna's heaving chest and slowly pushed herself to her feet. Rose straddled Joanna's chest and smiled down, watching Joanna's face as she slowly returned to reality. Her breath still coming in rapid-fire heavy panting, Joanna blushed brilliantly as she modestly tried to cover her nudity as much as she could with only her two hands; evidently ashamed and humiliated at the realization of what she'd just allowed to happen to her in public. Joanna hadn't wanted to admit how much she'd always been a bit attracted to Rose, but she'd never expected that despite her attraction the busty brunette could have taken control of her so quickly and easily!

"You don't think we're done yet, do you?" Rose snapped, interrupting Joanna's thoughts. "Cause I'm going to have my fun too. But unlike you, I'll do my climaxing in private. Be in my room in five minutes, little girl....'cause if you're late, I'm comin' to get you!"

Rose's threat was uttered with such an evil, malevolent, grin and a shaking of her fist, Joanna immediatly scrambled to her feet and ran out of the ring; her naked body beating a quick retreat to her dressing room. After basking in the adulation of her fans, Rose slowly made her way through the crowd, stopping often to accept congratulations and sign autographs. It was several minutes later when she arrived in her dressing room and she grinned at seeing her treat waiting for her...naked....on her knees....her head bowed submissively. "Oh yeah," Rose thought. "This's gonna be one fun tournament!!"
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MATCH FOUR: Kirsten Dunst ('Spider-man') vs. Sarah Michelle Gellar ('Buffy The Vampire Slayer')


Sarah Michelle knew not everyone took her seriously as a fighter - despite the years she'd toiled on her TV show. And true, her fighting experience was almost entirely staged - and even then she had stunt people to do most of the really tough stuff but facing Kirsten in the tournament's fourth fight, she wasn't that worried! Kirsten didn't even seem very bright, let alone skilled in any sort of fighting. True the Spiderman star was bigger, but Sarah Michelle figured she'd make short work of her - and she wasn't afraid to let it be known the day of the fight. Sarah Michelle had been seen around the venue grinning and cracking jokes about how easy her evening would be. While other combatants were remained nervously guarded, she'd invited a couple of reporters to her room to chat about the fight whiile she painted her toenails.

When the time for battle arrived, she emerged from her room looking relaxed and confident as she headed for the ring in her casual fighting attire - grey cotton shorts and a matching tank top which did little to detract from her radiant good looks. The crowd signaled its approval but Kirsten got an equally loud cheer - if not louder - when she appeared in a black sports bra, fatigue-type pants and black boots that only emphasized her height advantage over the barefooted Sarah Michelle once the two women were in the ring. Kirsten had more than just a height advantage. Although hardly muscle-bound, training for her latest movie left her sturdier than before - and considerably thicker than the slender SMG!

But if that worried Sarah Michelle, she didn't show it, smirking disdainfully in Kirsten's direction until the bell rang and they stepped slowly toward each other. Sarah Michelle had no intention of letting Kirsten inflict any damage on her and moved to set the pace early. Calling on her martial arts skills, Sarah Michelle flashed out a kick that she knew could do plenty of damage. Her foot struck solidly in Kirsten's lower stomach, just below her belly button, and Sarah Michelle felt a flash of pride. But as she brought her foot back down, she was unnerved to see Kirsten still standing and looking unperturbed. Though she'd stumbled slightly when hit, the bigger girl had a noticeable smirk on her face. Her expression tensing, Sarah Michelle lashed out with another kick but Kirsten easily dodged it! Then a third also missed. Kirsten began visibly laughing.

"That all you got, karate girl?" she giggled. "Too bad there's no stunt girls around to hit me for you!"

With a growl, Sarah Michelle lunged forward with open palms, trying a different tact as best she remembered it. But Kirsten stepped back, grabbed her wrists and easily held the furious blonde at bay. Then Kirsten shoved Sarah Michelle back, moved forward and pounded her fist into the surprised TV stars belly, knocking her backward. Sarah Michelle's mouth gaped open in shock as she slowly collapsed to one knee, wide-eyed and holding her churning stomach. Rather than press her advantage, Kirsten backed off to give Sarah Michelle time to get up, knowing that she'd been running her mouth of all day. She intended to teach the haughty blonde a lesson in humility before the day was done!

Sarah Michelle glared up at Kirsten stunned! It had taken all of a minute for her martial arts "skills" to be proved - more or less - useless. For the first time, she realized she'd actually have to go toe-to-toe with a bigger woman. But this was no time to back down and she sprang to her feet and bowled into Kirsten, locking her arms around her. Each woman tried to overpower the other but Sarah Michelle never stood much of a chance. Gritting her teeth and straining as hard as she could, it was only a few seconds before she was forced down to her knees. But she didn't stay there long, because Kirsten suddenly jolted a knee into her jaw - not hard enough to inflict lasting damage, but it sent Sarah Michelle toppling over and she wound up sprawled flat on her belly.

Without much warning, Kirsten dropped her ass down hard on Sarah Michelle's back, delighting in the grunt that it caused. Swinging around and straddling the hurting blonde, Kirsten reached one arm under her chin to pull her head up sharply off the mat while her other hand tugged at Sarah Michelle's shirt. Out popped one perky little breast; then the other. Using both hands, Kirsten pulled the shirt off over her head. Using a handful of hair, Kirsten hauled the squirming Sarah's head up again as she reached around and slipped her hand underneath and cupped her rival's small breast, squeezing lightly at first, then harder until Sarah began to gasp in discomfort. Kirsten quickly tired of playing with Sarah Michelle's breasts - she didn't get nearly as much pleasure out of the female body as, say, Rose McGowan - and she got to her feet and slammed a boot down on Sarah's butt. Pressing down firmly to start, then increasing the pressure slowly, she kept the squirming blonde trapped on the mat.

"Want another go at me?" she asked and Sarah didn't give much response. Kirsten wasn't really expecting one, so she continued, "Well, you're going to get one!" She removed her foot and said, "Last chance to show how easy it is to beat me."

Face down, her tormentor taunting her to get up, Sarah Michelle realized just how much she'd pissed off Kirsten with her earlier attitude - and how much trouble it could still get her into. She was considering cutting her losses and asking for mercy when a hand gripped the back of her hair again and pulled her to her feet. Kirsten could see fear in Sarah Michelle's eyes as she released her and took a step back, but she didn't have any sympathy. The bitch had asked for it, and now she was getting it. As she approached again, Sarah Michelle raised her fists and took a swing, evidently hoping a lucky punch could turn things around. But it was a rather feeble blow that Kirsten managed to block and she followed up with a second punch to Sarah Michelle's stomach. The blonde doubled over but Kirsten yanked her back upright by the hair and drew back to give the blonde a stinging slap that sent her stumbling into the corner.

With Kirsten charging toward her, Sarah Michelle put up her hands to defend herself but the bigger woman plowed forward, smacking full-force into her! Sarah Michelle grunted, then moaned as she was slammed back with her butt stuffed between the ropes in the corner. Kirsten kept pounding her, stepping back slightly and then crashing back into her over and over until the once-cocky blonde was slumped over her tormentors shoulder. Showing the results of recent workouts, Kirsten wrapped her arms around Sarah Michelle's midsection, clasped her hands at the small of her back and pulled her in close, squeezing for all she was worth as she lifted the kicking Sarah Michelle off her feet.

Backing slowly out of the corner, Kirsten stood erect, focusing all her energy on squeezing Sarah Michelle who wailed in discomfort and frustration, unable to do much to escape. Finally, her arms growing tired, Kirsten shifted all her weight forward and effectively tackled Sarah Michelle to the mat. Landing on top of her opponent, Kirsten pummeled the breathless blonde as Sarah Michelle's bare legs flailed, kicked and thrashed in the air. Soon, the blonde was no longer putting up much of a fight and Kirsten was pleased to see tears welling up in Sarah Michelle’s eyes. The dominant blonde paused and pulled up her sports bra, much to the surprise and delight of the audience, then proceeded to slam her larger, firmer, breasts down onto Sarah Michelle's perky peaks.

"I've got you beat every which way, don't I?" she taunted. "DON'T I?" she demanded.

Sarah Michelle’s only response was a low moan in humiliation; she being either too stubborn or too stunned to admit it. But after beating her breasts on Sarah Michelle’s several times, Kristen's own breasts were growing sore from the smacking and she decided to end the match. Rising up on her knees and sliding her butt back slightly, Kirsten reached back behind her and grabbed Sarah Michelle’s ankles, then leaned forward and pulled her legs up and into her, folding the supple blonde’s body.

With Sarah basically a rag doll at this point, Kirsten had no problem maneuvering her legs until Sarah Michelle’s legs were bent back over her own body, folded until her toes were touching the canvas at either side of her head. Holding her like that, Kirsten settled her weight down on Sarah Michelle's raised butt, bounced, then began inching forward along her thighs toward her head. When Kirsten came withing inches of her flushed, red, face, Sarah Michelle panicked.

"STOP! Please, have some mercy!" she begged, tears streaming down her face.

Kirsten would gladly have continued, but she knew the rules. Standing up, she added an extra dose of humiliation by grabbing Sarah Michelle's shorts and quickly pulling them up her legs, then tugging them off before allowing her legs to flop back down on the mat. Pulling her sports bra back over her breasts, Kirsten acknowledged the cheers as she prepared to exit.

But just as she was swinging her leg through the ropes, she saw a photographer standing at ringside. Pictures weren't generally allowed at these fights, but she decided to make an exception. Beckoning him over, she grabbed his camera, kicked Sarah Michelle back down on the mat as she was trying to get up and snapped several pictures of the beaten actress in only her panties.

"Don't worry, hon, I'll send you copies," Kirsten told Sarah Michelle sweetly over her shoulder as she strode out. "Next time you start kidding yourself that you're a fighter, I suggest you take a long, hard look at them!"