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Post by caspian on Dec 23, 2023 1:38:49 GMT -6
AHW Open Invitational: VIXENs vs. the FCBA, Day OneThe AHW Open Invitation will unfold over two exhilarating nights, in a first-of-its-kind apartment house wrestling contest featuring 13 distinguished stables, each presenting their finest ladies to challenge a Vixen in a series of intense battles. The Rules of Engagement:
- Victory Conditions: Each match determined by a best 2-out-of-3 falls.
- Fall Criteria: A fall is secured either by pinning the opponent's shoulders to the canvas for a 3-count or by eliciting a verbal submission.
- No-Holds-Barred: Punches, kicks, and hairpulling are all permitted. Anything to secure victory.
Central to the event is the large glass enclosure, custom-built in the center of the Royal Mansion suite, in the heart of Dubai. This imposing structure, crafted with clear, sturdy glass, dominates the hotel space and yet, does not seem too imposing with its see-through walls, allowing the stables to witness the action but not participate in it. Surrounding the glass enclosure, the rest of the suite has been meticulously arranged to cater to the esteemed members and representatives from different stables. Lush cushions offer comfortable seating, with ladies sampling the free flow of fine wine and of course, casting furtive glances at the other corners, in case anyone tries anything untowardly.
Here’s the official match-card for the two-day event: DAY ONE: 1. Madison Beer (Free Agent) vs. Olivia Dunne (Femme Fight Club) 2. Emma Watson (VIXENs) vs. Jenna-Louise Coleman (Global Boxing Syndicate) 3. Kyra Santoro (VIXENs) vs. Madelyn Cline (Bombshell Boxing Club) 4. Megan Fox (VIXENs) vs. Jessica Lowndes (Lioness Club of America) 5. Emily Ratajkowski (VIXENs) vs. Sandra Kubicka (Lioness Club) 6. Nina Agdal (VIXENs) vs. Candice Swanepoel (Foxfire Boxing) DAY TWO:
1. Nell Tiger Free (VIXENs) vs. Sadie Sink (The Punching Queens) 2. Lily Collins (VIXENs) vs. Katherine McNamara (Queens of Absolution) 3. Luisana Lopilato (VIXENs) vs. Rosie Jones (Lookout! Atlantic Boxing) 4. Alyssa Lynch (VIXENs) vs. Samara Weaving (Odds and Ends) 5. Alexis Ren (VIXENs) vs. Kelly Gale (Girls Friday) 6. Eden Cohen (VIXENs) vs. Valentina Fradegrada (Italians Boxing Better) 7. Hannah Ferguson (VIXENs) vs. Amy Willerton (League of Mighty Women) We’d like to thank all stables for allowing their girls to participate, and hope you enjoy these two days of non-stop Apartment House Wrestling action!
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Post by caspian on Dec 23, 2023 1:40:54 GMT -6
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1. Madison Beer vs. Olivia Dunne
Madison:
(24, 5’5”, 116 lbs, Free Agent) Olivia:
(21, 5’6”, 121 lbs, Femme Fight Club) A TWIST FOR THE GYMNAST
Dunne in her electric blue leotard trapped against the unforgiving glass, trying to shield herself from a torrent of punches and kicks. Beer kicked off the match looking for an advantage, and she found one, with Dunne comfortable with grappling in close quarters but not so comfortable taking punches, kicks, and vicious tugs of her blonde locks. Madison controlled the bigger girl expertly against the glass cage, before her fists drummed against the blonde’s midsection over and over. "THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!" Each impact made the wall shudder, driving the breath from Olivia’s lips in pained exhalations. Soon, her body folded forward, vulnerable, exposed, winded. And Beer rolled her over and locked in a brutal bodyscissors from behind, her legs coiling around the tortured waist, squeezing tightly until the blonde’s resistance waned into a gasping submission. Beer wins the first fall! CHUGGING BEER
Beer mewing in a cinched-in guillotine choke, her face hidden and pushed under Olivia’s arm. Dunne not playing around this time, legs swiftly wrapped around the singer’s body in a revenge play. Above, the blonde’s face is twisted into a snarl, having secured her submission hold after taking more punches and kicks on the way in earlier. But now, Beer’s body trembled in her grasp, and Dunne even felt confident to send the occasional fist packed into Beer’s body for good measure. Beer trembling beneath, short, pained gasps from lips as she tries to pry biceps and thighs off her frame, her legs kicking out back and being denied leverage. Finally, another squeeze of the forearm around her throat is too much. Before she gets KO’ed and loses consciousness, there’s a tap of the hand on Dunne’s bicep, and Dunne purposefully keeps Beer in the hold for a good few seconds longer! Eruption of protests and cheers from opposite the room, as Beer’s support team of Alyssa Lynch and Emily Ratajkowski are already up in arms, banging on the glass wall from the side. Meanwhile, Dunne’s own teammates are shouting taunts from the other end of the hotel suite, Katie Austin and Olivia Ponton daring the Vixens to intervene. Olivia wins the second fall! HARD BUMPS
Dunne getting THUMPED against the glass, her back slowly sliding down, her blue leotard getting scrunched up from the weight and increasing pressure. Above, her head is jolted front to side, front to side, her lips parted and eyes wide as she EATS tepid elbow after elbow. The blonde fighter had earlier lost her patience and tried to rush Beer down, instead getting side-stepped by the singer and crashed head-first into the bulletproof window. Beer immediately capitalized, rocking her with punches and kicks, a knee lift or two sent straight into trembling tummy and thighs, before sealing the deal with each CRACK of the elbow to rock her silly. Finally, Dunne collapsed to her side and was still too stunned to stop Beer from leaping after her with an elbow drop, the impact sending her busty body flying upwards with a groan. Spread-eagled and winded, Beer rolled over and hooked the gymnast’s leg for the 1, 2, 3! Beer wins the third and final fall! Official Result: Madison Beer defeats Olivia Dunne!
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Post by caspian on Dec 23, 2023 1:42:52 GMT -6
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2. Emma Watson vs. Jenna-Louise Coleman
Emma:
(32, 5’5”, 115 lbs, VIXENs) Jenna:
(37, 5’2”, 110 lbs, Global Boxing Syndicate) CLASH OF THE BRITS
After an unexpected knee lift to the midsection, Emma’s arm swiftly snakes under Jenna’s, securing a firm grip around the shorter Brit’s neck and shoulder. Her other hand clasps onto the rims of Jenna’s boyshorts, ensuring a tight hold. Jenna, still reeling from the previous strike, tries to regain her bearings, her eyes wide with the realization of her precarious position and her mouth still hanging open in shock. Emma bends her knees and tightens her hold on her fellow Brit actress, enjoying her superior positioning and taller form. Then, with a burst of strength, she hoists upwards, with Jenna feet leaving the ground, her body lifted upwards in an arc before going horizontal, suspended in the air, held aloft by Emma’s strength. Then, Emma arches her back, guiding Jenna’s body overhead in a smooth, fluid motion. All this while, Jenna’s arms flail in the air, seeking something to grasp onto, but finding nothing. A look of shock and helplessness across her face. Then, Emma completes the arc, slamming her petite, compact form back onto the mat with a resounding "WHUMP!!" making the entire glass enclosure shudder from the impact. Jenna’s body bounces slightly upwards upon landing, the shock of the fall visibly jarring her. She lies there for a split second, her hands instinctively moving to soothe her aching back, before she’s swiftly pinned back to the canvas, Emma straddling her stomach and pinning her shoulders down for the 1, 2, 3! Emma wins the first fall! COLEMAN OR BUST
Emma’s trapped against the glass wall, Coleman’s hand fiercely entangled in her hair, anchoring her in place. Shorter Brit pummels the winded actress to her tummy, each strike landing with a muffled "thud," rhythmically reverberating through the glass enclosure. Emma grunts with each blow, her body buckling under the assault, her attempts to defend herself growing increasingly desperate. Each balled fist makes contact with a noticeable distortion of flesh, Jenna's knuckles sinking into the soft, vulnerable midsection, compressing the toned muscles beneath. Emma's abdomen, usually taut and controlled, reacted violently to each punch. With every hit, her stomach would tighten reflexively, muscles clenching in anticipation of the next strike. The rhythm of Jenna’s punches turned Emma's breathing into a series of sharp, involuntary intakes. The impact of the punches was not merely physical but also audible. Each muffled "thud" of Jenna's fist against Emma's stomach was accompanied by a corresponding grunt from Emma and air being forcefully expelled from her lungs. With each blow, Emma’s attempts to catch her breath became more desperate, her gasps for air more pronounced. In the midst of this onslaught, Jenna transitioned to her masterstroke. With a swift movement, she slid her arm under the wilting Emma's, hooking it tightly around her opponent's neck and shoulder. Her other hand, still gripped in auburn air, ensured that Emma couldn't escape. Emma's eyes widened in shock, her mouth agape, as she realized what was about to happen. Swiftly, Jenna swung about and positioned herself behind the fellow Brit, and with Emma’s neck and shoulder secured, Jenna bent her knees and harnessed all her strength. In one fluid, powerful motion, she LIFTED her off her feet. Emma's body arched backward in an elegant, yet forceful arc. For a moment, Watson was suspended in mid-air, her body inverted, her face a portrait of shock and disbelief, before her upper body and head were down towards the mat. The first point of contact was Emma's head and shoulders, which slammed into the canvas with a shocking "WHUMP!" The rest of her body followed in a rapid, almost whip-like motion. Her back arched unnaturally before the rest of her torso crashed down. Emma's legs, momentarily suspended in the air from the momentum, then folded over her body, adding to the jarring impact. For a split second, her limbs splayed out awkwardly, her eyes were wide open, a mix of disbelief and agony etched across her features. Jenna reached down and swiftly hooked one of Emma's legs, lifting it high. Jenna leaned forward, covering Emma’s head and chest with her own torso, pinning Watson to the mat, her shoulders pressed firmly against the canvas. "1... 2... 3!" The count was clear, and with it, Jenna secured the pinfall, evening the score! Coleman wins the second fall! REAR AND NAKED
They clashed once again in the center of the cage, each girl letting fists fly all over. Emma landed a solid punch to Jenna's face, followed immediately by Jenna's counterstrike to the body. Hands were firmly buried in hair, the closeness allowing more punches to land. Emma's green eyes flashed with fury, while Jenna's one of defiance. In a bold attempt, Emma unleashed a kick to the body, but Jenna caught it mid-air. Before Emma knew it, she had been swept from under and her body hit the ground with a thud and sharp gasp. Coleman POUNCED, swiftly wrapping arms around Emma's neck and applying pressure, her biceps bulging with the strain, her forearm pressed firmly against the throat. Their bodies were entwined in a close, intense embrace – Jenna’s legs wrapped around Emma’s waist, anchoring herself securely on her back. Jenna would lean in and snuggle her lips to ear, her breath hot against Emma’s pinking skin. "Got ya now, Hermione.” Emma’s response was grunts and gasps, her body beginning to slacken as the choke took its toll, her body reduced to weak, involuntary twitches. But still, she refused to submit. Her hands clawed at Jenna's arms, trying desperately to find a way out. There was panic in Emma's eyes, however, as they started to shutter close. Finally, her body instead succumbed to unconsciousness, and the referee called for the bell! Coleman wins the third and final fall! Official Result: Jenna-Louise Coleman defeats Emma Watson!
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Post by caspian on Dec 23, 2023 1:44:41 GMT -6
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3. Kyra Santoro vs. Madelyn Cline
Kyra:
(29, 5’7”, 125 lbs, VIXENs) Madelyn:
(26, 5’6”, 130 lbs, Bombshell Boxing Club) EXPLOSIVE STARTS
From behind, Madelyn had her arms looped under Kyra's, her hands clasped firmly behind her neck, putting the strain on her neck and shoulders. The Full Nelson hold had Kyra’s entire body struggling to break free, but Madelyn’s thick biceps flexed with power, her face snug and whispering sweet nothings into Kyra’s neck and cheek. Then, in a display of sheer power, Madelyn hoisted Kyra off the ground, her feet dangling in the air briefly before her entire body went upwards and over, in a perfectly executed bomb. There was a cry of shock from Kyra’s lips before her back and shoulders bore the brunt of the impact, sending her entire frame crumpling into the canvas with a resonating thud through the glass enclosure. She lay there on the mat, her breathing heavy and uneven, trying to process what just happened. Cline scooted over quickly and dug her knees down into Kyra’s throat and chest, leveraging her own weight to keep her down for the "1... 2... 3!" Madelyn wins the first fall! CRUSHING CLOTHESLINE
A powerful boot the midsection doubled Madelyn over with a gasp. Kyra took control, stepping forward and seizing the dazed blonde by the hair, as she clutched her stomach, the breath knocked out of her. Then, with a burst of strength, Kyra flexed her bicep, kissed it for good luck, and with a smirk, drove her arm straight into Madelyn’s throat with an OUFF! The brutal clothesline sent her tumbling back to the mat, her body crashing down in a heap, clearly dazed. Not wasting a moment, Kyra POUNCED on the dazed girl, straddling her body and not forgetting to hook her leg upwards in a smooth, practiced motion. Santoro pressed down on Madelyn, pinning the dazed blonde with a hand shoved into her cheek. Hungrily, she gathered Cline’s slumped leg towards her with all her strength, forcing her opponent into a crumpled and further immobilized state. A quick "1... 2... 3!" and Santoro had evened the score. Kyra wins the second fall! JACKED AND HAMMERED
Mid-round, Madelyn scored her revenge, driving a boot cleanly into Kyra’s belly, and folding the big brunette over. Swiftly, Cline waded in to lock her up, her arms wrapping around Kyra’s neck and waistline, fingers hooked around the Vixen’s sports briefs in an attempt to set up a mighty Suplex. Just as Madelyn exerted pressure on her, however, Kyra’s instincts kicked in. She started to pummel Madelyn’s abdomen with a series of rapid, forceful balled fists. Each punch was a direct hit to the center, Kyra’s knuckles driving into Madelyn’s tummy, and causing the blonde to grunt and falter and slowly loosen her hold. Then, a stunning counter. Kyra jabbed at Madelyn's sides with her elbows, creating more space and discomfort to loosen her grip. Then, she wrapped her arms around her waist, moving another to support her upper body about her heaving waist. Drawing a deep breath, she lifted the battered blonde off the ground, bringing her entire body upwards, overturned, then fully upright, suspending Cline in the air, her face twisted in shock and her long block locks fluttering downwards, unable to defy gravity. With a controlled yet explosive motion, Kyra drove her body downwards with incredible force. The impact of the Jackhammer was resounding, with Madelyn’s body hitting the canvas with a thunderous THUD and WHUUUMP that echoed through the glass chamber. Without missing a beat, Kyra transitioned over the bleating girl, hooking Madelyn’s slumped leg and pressing her shoulders down to the mat. Madelyn, still reeling, struggled weakly, unable to mount a significant defense, allowing Kyra to seal the. "1... 2... 3!" with her thick thighs crossing over Cline’s in a dominant show of force. Kyra wins the third and final fall! Official Result: Kyra Santoro defeats Madelyn Cline!
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Post by caspian on Dec 23, 2023 1:46:28 GMT -6
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4. Megan Fox vs. Jessica Lowndes
Megan:
(36, 5’4”, 114 lbs, VIXENs) Jessica:
(35, 5’5”, 115 lbs, Lioness Club of America) KNEE LIFTS TO VICTORY
Jessica’s thigh powered upwards again, each strike drumming into Megan’s midsection, breaking down her defenses. With every knee lift, Megan’s body folded over further, her abdomen contorting with each impact. Jessica wore a smirk of satisfaction, her hands tangled in Megan’s hair, tugging and pulling, positioning her for the next strike, occasionally leaning in close and overhead, taunting, "Thought you could handle me? I'm just getting started." Megan’s hands weakly grasped at the Lioness’ arms, her body folded over into her embrace. After a third strike, Jessica used the momentum to shove Fox down onto the mat. And before Megan could react, Jessica pounced, sitting firmly across her shoulders, her thighs pressing down on either side of Megan's head in a classic schoolgirl pin. Leaning forward, Megan struggled beneath, her legs kicking out in a futile attempt to dislodge her foe, but that pinkish tummy of hers was all but winded, allowing Lowndes to score the first "1... 2... 3!" pinfall! Jessica wins the first fall! BELLY OR BUST
Both girls grappled fiercely against the glass wall, each with grips in the other's hair and fingers wound about bikini strings, their bodies pressed close. Then, short and sharp blows exchanged to the body. Megan, in her pink bikini, traded punches with Jessica, clad in red. Megan’s knuckles would sink into Jessica’s toned abdomen, the force causing her bikini-clad body to visibly shudder. Jessica’s frame folded over the fist, her stomach muscles contracting around the intrusion. Megan kept her fist pressed firmly against her heaving belly, kneading the strained muscles. Jessica’s face was a mix of gritted teeth and pained groans, her body shuddering. “Not so tough now, are ya?” Megan heard exclaiming, with Jessica’s reply a hitch of breath and another stifled "huuaagh!”, as her body remained bowed over her fist for a split second… before she fought back. Lowndes tugs on Fox’s bikini briefs to pull her frame closer, simultaneously drive her fist into Megan’s lower abdomen with a forceful "thump!". Megan’s body jerked in shock, her pulsating abdominal muscles clenched, trying to brace too late, and curled around the invasive fist, her back arching as she absorbed the strike. A sharp "aagh!" sound was wrenched from her throat. Lowndes directed her punches elsewhere: pounding on breasts, sharp, stinging slaps sent across Megan’s face, then more punishing shots to the lower belly, just below the heaving navel, knuckles slipped into the rims of Megan's bikini bottoms. Fox was clearly suffering, but then her bikini top gave way and all hell broke loose. Waste not, want not, as Lowndes drove her balled fists into the base of her exposed breasts, each strike contorting and reshaping the free-hanging orbs, knuckles visibly indenting the flesh. Megan's reaction was a mix of pain and disbelief. Her body jerked with each of Jessica's strikes, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, to little avail. Then, Megan's knees buckled, and with a firm grip in entangled hair, Jessica gently but firmly let her fall. Her descent was slow as she sank to her knees, her face coming into close proximity with Jessica’s pulsing abdomen, now pinked with abuse. Jessica stood proudly overhead, a wide grin on her face, her victory impending. "Surrender, or I’ll smother you out right here,” she threatened. Took a couple more harsh slaps across the dazed Vixen’s face, her lips coming closer and closer to her hated rival’s belly, before she finally reached her breaking point. "I give,” Megan said, in a harsh whisper. Jessica wins the second and final fall! Official Result: Jessica Lowndes defeats Megan Fox!
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Post by caspian on Dec 23, 2023 1:49:40 GMT -6
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5. Emily Ratajkowski vs. Sandra Kubicka Emily:
(31, 5’7”, 120 lbs, VIXENs) Sandra:
(28, 5’8”, 115 lbs, Lioness Club) FIRST CONTACT
Hair was pulled, slaps echoed on skin, and Emily and Sandra flew at each other and grappled. Bikini tops were the first casualties, nails clawing at strings, yanking and pulling with such force till the garments gave way, leaving both fighters bare-chested but not missing a beat. Somehow, Sandra ended up on her back, floored by a DDT spike to the canvas, panting heavily, dazed. Rather than swoop in for the pin, however, Emily dropped to her knees, her hands finding more of Sandra’s hair. With a firm tug, Emily hauled the blonde towards her, Sandra having to crawl forwards on all fours. Then, Emily scooted her thighs forward, closing the distance, before swiftly pulling Sandra’s face into her bare breasts. Sandra’s eyes widened in shock as she found her face buried in the soft yet unyielding flesh of Emily's chest. Her lips were pressed involuntarily against the curves of Emily’s bosom, opening and closing against Emily’s breasts, but the tight seal made it impossible to draw in air. To sink in the smother, Emily transitioned smoothly, wrapping her arms around the back of Sandra’s head and neck, thighs pressed against thighs. Sandra tried to fight back, desperate hands flailing, trying to push Emily away, pound on her belly. Each punch was an attempt to dislodge the smother, the punches distorting the Vixen’s toned abdomen, creating ripples across the skin. Some of her strikes reached the underside of Emily’s breasts, pressing into the soft tissue and momentarily displacing them. But despite the ferocity, Emily’s smother remained steadfast. As Sandra's energy dwindled, Emily leaned in closer, pressing her lips into the top of Sandra's head. “Wanna give? All you gotta do is tap, y’know?” she whispered with words laced with spite and triumph. Sandra's response was a whimper, and after another shudder, the Lioness raised her hand and weakly tapped her fingers against her conqueror’s forearm. The referee tried to get Emily to release the hold, but there was a certain danger and vengeful spite in the Vixen’s eyes, and the breast smother held. Emily smirked as she tightened her grip around Sandra’s head, refusing to let go. And Sandra’s body gradually went limp, succumbing to unconsciousness in Emily’s embrace. Still on their knees, her body slumped into Emily’s, her back arched and arms hanging limp by her sides. Finally, realizing that Sandra had lost consciousness, she released her hold, slowly releasing the pressure around her head and neck to reveal her prize: Sandra's eyelids fluttering weakly, her lips involuntarily pressed against the curve of her breasts, quivering as she drew in desperate gasps of air."You're no match for me, Sandy," Emily said, her voice dripping with superiority. In a dismissive gesture, Emily then shoved Sandra away, and her spent form toppled to the side. There she lay, breaths shallow and rapid. And Emily stood up, stepping off to the side, gathering her wits for the next intense round. Emily wins the first fall! SECOND KISS
Sandra had an arm wrapped around Emily’s neck before she delivered a targeted punch to her heaving belly. Immediately, the Vixen convulsed upon impact, the flesh around her navel visibly distorting as her knuckles made a pronounced indent. Her face twisted into a grimace, and a muffled “Ughh!” escaped her lips. Sandra, snarling, brought her fists upwards in a slow, deliberate pattern, tracing the central curve of Emily's abdomen with her knuckles. Each strike followed a calculated trajectory, moving up towards Emily’s ribs and then gliding down again, systematically targeting every inch of her bruising middle with a constant “Hnnng!” and “Aghh!” The final punch left Emily hanging limply in Sandra’s embrace, her body no longer able to maintain its posture. Debilitated and dazed, Sandra had no trouble wrapping her arms around Emily’s waistline, before lifting the lean girl upwards, and then driving her back DOWN to the mat with a SPLAT, the Falcon Arrow leaving her winded and splayed, her chest heaving and still jiggling by the force of the landing. Sandra quickly dropped down to her knees and lunged for Emily’s hair, before hauling her back up into a sitting position. Emily's head jerked back as she pulled hungrily, her eyes wincing but the rest of her body powerless. Now seated and disoriented, Sandra moved in, straddling Emily's lap with her legs wrapped around her waist, butt and hips pressed to the Vixen’s, effectively trapping her. Licking her lips, Sandra pulled Emily's face into her bare chest, meticulously positioning her shocked lips over one of her exposed nipples so that her entire face was engulfed by the soft mound. Her lips, under Sandra's firm guidance, were molded firmly against Sandra’s skin. The pressure was so intense that Emily’s mouth involuntarily opened and closed, her lips smooshed and contorted against the softness of Sandra’s glistening skin, as though the Lioness was imprinting her dominance. Trapped in this intimate and controlling hold, Emily's response was one of panic and desperation. Her hands reached up, clawing at Sandra’s sides and back, trying to find a way to break free. Her body squirmed beneath Sandra’s, seeking any leverage that might offer a chance of escape. The feeling of Sandra’s skin against her face, the muffled sounds of her own struggling breaths, and the faint scent of Sandra’s skin created an overwhelming experience. But Sandra’s thighs and legs clamped around Emily’s torso and waistline, her muscles tensing as she exerted pressure. This scissor hold effectively constricted Emily’s midsection, further limiting her ability to breathe and intensifying the impact of the smother. Emily groaned as she was pulled deeper into Sandra’s chest, the blonde’s biceps bulging and straining around her neck, her face lost in the expanse of Sandra’s bare chest, features distorted against the soft, enveloping flesh. Emily’s hands pushed weakly against Sandra, her movements becoming increasingly desperate as she struggled for air. In her own display of dominance, Sandra taunted Emily back: “Tap out, Ems, and maybe I’ll let you breathe…” Emily’s response was a mix of faint, muffled attempts to reply and weak hand movements, her situation leaving her unable to comply or resist effectively. The smother’s effectiveness was undeniable, as with Emily’s pride. Soon, her struggles subsided, her body slowly ceasing its fight against Sandra’s unrelenting hold. Her resistance faded, leaving her at the mercy of Sandra’s will. Gradually, the strength drained from her body, and her hands fell away. In the final moments of the smother, her body surrendered completely, going limp in Sandra’s embrace. Holding her rival for another good minute or so and relishing in her victory, Sandra finally released the smother, leaned in and planted a kiss on Emily’s dazed forehead. “You’re done for, Emily,” Sandra whispered, before throwing Emily’s unresponsive body to the side and rising to her feet. She took a moment to regain her composure, her chest heaving with deep breaths as she prepared herself for the final fall. Sandra scores the second fall! THREE TIMES THE CHARM
Both fighters reduced to their knees, facing each other, grabbing hair, arms wrapped around shoulders and neck. Sandra in control early, unleashing blows to Emily’s midsection, knuckles digging deep into her heaving abdomen. As the first punch landed, Emily’s body instinctively folded over the impact zone, her grunts of pain filled the air, her hands still entangled in Sandra's hair, beginning to lose strength. Her breathing became ragged, each gasp a struggle. With each punch, Sandra’s knuckles dug into her belly button, gliding upwards towards the base of her breasts. Her balled fists would visibly distort the flesh, creating ripples across Emily’s toned midsection with each hit, the skin around her navel and lower chest contorting and trembling under the assault. Sandra could sense Emily’s weakening resistance, which only fueled her drive to dominate her further. “Give up, Ems,” Sandra snarled. “Just say you quit!” Yet, Emily resisted. Her head, under the pressure of Sandra’s pulling, was gradually being drawn down towards Sandra’s chest, her parted lips hovering just above the curve of her collarbone, close to the swell of her foe’s breasts. As she strained against Sandra, her breaths came in short, sharp gasps. Slowly, she began to pound on Sandra’s own tummy, her fist buried into the pit and forcing her muscles to clench and ripple upon impact. Sandra, stunned but outraged, delivered her blows back with equal ferocity. As the exchange continued, it became a matter of endurance. Their faces showed the strain of the battle, but gradually, Emily began to gain the upper hand, her punches driven deeper into Sandra’s body whilst the Lioness’ uppercuts barely pierced the Vixen’s taut abs. A final “WHUDD” to the body had Sandra curled over Emily’s fist, groaning, her shocked face sliding down Emily’s chest. With a deep breath, Emily surged forward, wrapping her arms around Sandra’s neck and deliberately pushing her aching body down to the ground, before scooting to her head and scooping the exhausted blonde up into her warm embrace. This was the Vixen’s signature move, one she had locked in countless times before on her hapless victims. Without waiting, Emily forced Sandra’s face into the depths of her heaving chest, her bare breasts enveloping her face completely from above, her skin pressing tightly against her nose and mouth. It was a perfect reverse breast smother, with Emily using her upper body to pin Sandra from above. Under her weight, Sandra’s arms weakly reached up, flailing for a hold but finding none. Gravity certainly wasn’t her friend, allowing Emily to exert even more pressure upon her face, forcing muffled attempts to breathe against the encompassing hold. With her energy fading, Sandra summoned her remaining strength for one final maneuver. She reached up, her fingers entwining in Emily's hair, and pulled with all her might. Her intention was clear - to draw Emily’s own face down into her glistening chest, hoping to secure her own breast smother from beneath. Sensing her intentions, Emily resisted with a deft twist of her head, managing to keep her face away and just out of reach of Sandra’s bare breasts. She hissed more taunts at the fading blonde, her voice a blend of scorn and triumph. “Not this time, Sandy…” Soon, Sandra’s attempts grew weaker, her grip on Emily’s hair loosening as her body, already exhausted from the prolonged struggle, began to show signs of quit. Each squirm beneath only served to deepen the smother, as Emily squared her hips and legs for even more leverage. Eventually, her body went limp, and only her chest rose and fell with every labored breath. Emily held on for a good minute after, before releasing her hold and then rising triumphantly. There she stood, victorious, prodding Sandra’s snoozing, jugged out face with a bare foot, having overcome her opponent in a grueling and hard-fought match! Emily wins the third and final fall! Official Result: Emily Ratajkowski defeats Sandra Kubicka!
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Post by caspian on Dec 23, 2023 1:51:01 GMT -6
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6. Nina Agdal vs. Candice Swanepoel
Nina:
(31, 5’9”, 121 lbs, VIXENs) Candice:
(35, 5’10”, 121 lbs, Foxfire Boxing) A BLOODY AFFAIR
Candice, with a firm grip on Nina’s hair, yanked her up to her feet. Nina’s face was that of pain and daze, her eyes focused weakly on her assailant for the past few minutes. The fight had started off brutal and frantic, with the South African model tearing into her rival, sweet payback for the last couple of defeats in the boxing ring. She’d met the Danish girl with unrelenting and primal force, snapping fists into her face, going after her legs with kicks, and stiff elbows that left her reeling. Now, Candice took a moment to survey the damage, smirking into Nina’s face, which she held inches from her own. Then, Candice hauled Nina forward, sending her flying straight towards the glass wall. The collision was brutal – Nina's nose hitting the glass with such force that it burst open into bloody spurts of red. For a moment, the Vixen’s compromised face was pressed firmly against the glass, her features distorted by the impact. Blood smeared against its surface, now running down in dark red rivulets, creating a stark and graphic image. Nina’s body, unable to maintain its balance, began to slide down the glass wall, almost in a daze, her eyes glazed over, a clear indication of her stunned state, Candice watching overhead with a smug and triumphant look. Then, the Foxfire starlet lunged at her from behind, her hands latching back onto Nina’s hair and shoulders with a firm grip, yanking the dazed girl Nina away from the wall and throwing her down to the mat. Wasting no time, Candice pounced, straddling Nina’s stomach and hooking one of her legs up into the air from behind, like a predator securing its prey for the "1... 2... 3!" pinfall! Candice wins the first fall! EVEN MORE BLOODY MESS
A stunning spinning heel kick came from outta nowhere, as Nina pivoted on one foot, rest of her body rotating with fluid precision, before she unleashed a powerful heel strike to the side of Candice’s head. Swanepoel let out a groan as the kick made impact with a clear “thwack!”, her head whipped to the side, her body falling to all fours. Wasting no time, Nina scrambled over and seized Candice by the hair, jerking her head and body upwards, agony across her face. Then, a swift knee SMACKED into the base of Candice’s chin, Nina’s kneecap impacting bone and jolting the other blonde’s head upwards, another one surging straight into her rebounding face, sinking into cartilage and crumpling her nose with force, causing blood to spurt out instantly. A sickening crunch echoed the brutality of the strike, with Candice's eyes going wide in shock, her hands instinctively flailing to protect herself, as droplets of blood began to stain the mat. Throwing Candice down, it was Nina’s turn to straddle her upper body, both knees securing her shoulders, thighs framing her blood-stained, sputtering face. Then, Nina reached back and grabbed Candice’s legs, just above the knees, hooking them with both arms and folding them forward, locking her rival in a classic schoolgirl pin, bikini briefs pressed into the base of her chin, toned tummy heaving slightly too near her lips for her own “1... 2... 3!” Nina wins the second fall! DRAGON’S STRADDLE
Frenzy of attacks, Nina first cornered against the glass wall, arms up to shield herself from Candice’s punches, hammering away at her guard, landing heavy thump thump thumps to her body. Each fist to that toned tummy left a visible indent, Nina's body jerking reflexively, her muscles contracting and contorting under the force, highlighting the sheer rage behind Candice's strikes, each one aimed to churn Nina’s insides. Nina deftly blocked swings to her head, however, before retaliating with sharp, gasping elbows to Candice’s jaw and cheek, rocking her head sideways, leaving her visibly dazed. Swanepoel aimed another haymaker, which Nina dodged under, before seizing the stunned blonde by her hair and driving her face into the glass wall again! Immediately, Candice’s already injured nose burst open again, blood smearing another glass wall. Before Candice could slump to her knees, however, Nina trapped her with an arm wrapped around her throat from behind, pulling her head and shoulders back with a tight grip, before torquing her body backwards and pulling Swanepoel along for the ride… Candice’s head and back was slammed into the canvas with a loud THUDD, her hands instinctively going to her head in a mix of pain and shock. Briefly, she writhed on the ground, the Dragon Sleeper Drop’s effects evident in her contorted expression and labored breathing. Nina, without hesitation, transitioned over, spreading her legs over Candice’s shoulders and again going for the schoolgirl straddle. Her thighs pressed firmly across her arms as she leaned forward, her pulsing abdominal muscles contracting with each breath, her tummy heaving and this time pressed into Candice’s chin. In a dominating move, Nina buried her hands in Candice’s hair and pulled her head towards her, forcing her neck to crane at an angle, and worse, her parted lips to smoosh into the fabric of her baby blue bikini briefs. This was it, with Candice’s futile struggles unable to dislodge her foe for the “1... 2... 3!” Official Result: Nina Agdal defeats Candice Swanepoel!
AFTER:
Even after Nina’s pin, the atmosphere in the glass enclosure was fraught with leftover rage and tension. Candice, having recovered to her feet but still clutching her head and spitting out the taste of Nina’s briefs, refused to accept the outcome of the match. Suddenly, she CHARGED at Nina in a blind rage, reigniting the fight! Both women clashed and tumbled, their earlier rivalry now exploding into a further, unrestrained brawl. Punches and elbows were thrown with wild abandon, neither willing to back down, before they went crashing to the floor, still throwing punches, each trying to pin the other down for perhaps a fourth and final time to settle this rivalry once and for all… But the fight officials quickly rushed in to intervene, with some of the Vixens and Foxfire members already up from their seats, Emma Watson and Hayden Panettiere trying to rush the other side, Alexis Ren and Mary Elizabeth Winstead eyeing each other warily from across the hotel suite, and in particular, Kate Beckinsale and Rachel McAdams holding the tide of their own stablemates back, but meeting each other’s gaze with a steely “I dare ya to come try and take us down…” Even as Nina and Candice were separated, they exchanged fiery glares from across the hotel suite. The match may have ended, but the growing rivalry between both stables was far from over…
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Post by Vassago on Dec 23, 2023 20:41:47 GMT -6
Thx for this AHW card and we can't wait for day two! While Sandra can't wait for getting another chance at Emily sometime in 2024!
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Post by countrymouse on Dec 23, 2023 21:15:23 GMT -6
Livvy Dunne: I lost to some Free Agent jobber? Madison Beers isn’t even on my radar! I’m way hotter and, just had a photo shoot for 2024’s swimsuit issue. I’m doing okay.
PS: like, subscribe, buy my Christmas album!
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