Sammi Hanratty v Danielle Campbell (Bra and Panties Match)

Sammi Hanratty and Danielle Campbell had both had enough of each other, the rivalry had been going on now for over a year and they both wanted to show the other woman just who was boss and what was a better way then stripping the other woman down to just her bra and panties in a strip fight in front of all the paying fans.



Both woman arrived early and where shocked to see just how packed the apartment wrestling venue was. There was camera crews and a lot of spectators all lined up ready for the fight of all fights.



“I can’t wait to strip Sammi down to her little undies today, she’s going to be so embarrassed when I win.” Danielle Campbell smiles to the reporters as she walks towards her room.



A few moments later Sammi enters and the reporters rush forwards. “Oh, Danielle is going to be humiliated by the time I’m finished with her.” She then walks into her room and the crowd all enter the viewing gallery, which had been set up for this match.



Danielle is the first to enter the room, she is wearing blue jeans and a pink t-shirt, her hair is tied in a ponytail. Sammi enters a few moments later wearing black jeans and a yellow t-shirt.



“Ready for everyone to see your undies Sammi?” Danielle taunts.



“No one will see a thing of mine.” Sammi hisses. “Though I hope your wearing something cool, because otherwise you’ll die in shame with all these people watching.” Sammi smirks.



The ref walks over and gives the rules to them and both ladies agree, there would be a break every time an item is removed from a lady.














Both ladies start out gingerly, they are both afraid of making a mistake, even though neither of them would admit it, they were a bit worried about the crowd. When they had announced the fight, they hadn’t expected as much interest as there was and so the crowd of people in the viewing area had come as a great shock to them.



Danielle is the first to charge at Sammi, knocking the shorter girl over, she sits on the shorter lady raining slaps across her face, she then goes for Sammi’s jeans.



“This is going to be to easy.” Danielle laughs, as a pink waistband comes into view, but before she can do anything Sammi bucks and Danielle flies off.



Both ladies stand up.



“At least we know your wearing pink.” Danielle taunts, whilst Sammi blushes.



Danielle walks over to Sammi and slaps her hard across the face. Sammi retaliates by grabbing hold of Danielle’s hair and soon both women are dragging each other by their hairs, hisses and yelling at each other.



Danielle soon gets bored though and she sneakily puts her hand onto the back of Sammi’s pink panties, which are still on view from the attempted removal earlier and she gives her a massive wedgie, causing Sammi to try and go on tip toes. Sammi screams in pain and thrashes around.



Danielle laughs as Sammi struggles after a few moments she stops and Sammi starts to fix her panties back into place, she then turns to face Danielle just in time for a punch to the midriff which sends her flying.



Danielle quickly grabs hold of Sammi’s t-shirt and pulls it off, leaving Sammi in her pink lace bra with a bow in the middle of the bra cups and jeans.



“Just need your jeans next Sammi.” Danielle taunts as she twirls the shirt.



Sammi mean whilst is trying to cover up as she walks over to her corner.










Sammi is trying to cover up at the start of the round something Danielle notices.



“What’s the matter ickle Sammi.” Danielle smirks. “Don’t tell me your embarrassed.” Danielle grabs hold of Sammi’s hands and they both have a test of strength, with the taller woman Danielle coming out on top, she puts Sammi’s hand behind her back and starts to walk the shorter woman around. “You ashamed to show off your bra?” Danielle laughs. “I know I would be if I was you, I honestly don’t know why you wear a bra.” Danielle throws Sammi down.



Sammi is bright red and soon Danielle is sat on top of her raining slapping into her face again, she then makes Sammi crawl around the room on all fours, pulling on the shorter woman’s hair like they are reigns. Sammi soon collapses.



“I didn’t think it would be this easy.” Danielle taunts. “Who wants to see her knickers?”



The crowd erupt and Danielle whispers something to Sammi, she then turns to face Sammi’s jeans and she’s just about to grab hold of the waistband of them when she lets out a scream and she is soon jumping around.



Sammi had come around and was now scratching and clawing at Danielle’s leg.



Soon both women were rolling around, Sammi having no shirt on was making it easier for Danielle to claw at Sammi’s midriff, but Sammi was some how giving back as much as she was getting. Sammi then goes for Danielle’s jeans and then Danielle was going for Sammi, soon both women were trying to take the jeans off each other.



Sammi’s pink panties were coming further and further into view, as Danielle had managed to unfasten the button on Sammi’s jeans. Danielle’s red panties were just on view a little and Sammi was struggling to unfasten them.



“Got you know Sammi.” Danielle hisses as she slinks them down Sammi’s leg.



Sammi though hits Danielle hard in the head causing her to fall off. Sammi then quickly gets up and pulls up her jeans refastening them.



Danielle groggily get up and turns to the ref, arguing that Sammi wasn’t allowed to do that and she should have won.



Sammi whilst Danielle is doing that grabs Danielle by her hair and throws her against the wall, she then quickly strips her off her t-shirt. Leaving Danielle in her jeans and red lace bra and her jeans.



Sammi walks over to her corner, whilst Danielle still argues with the ref about Sammi cheating.










Both ladies know that by the end of this round one of them would be left in their bra and panties. They come out firing. Slapping, punching, kicking, throwing, they were aiming everywhere. Both ladies were trying to destroy the other. There were a few punches to the midriff and even to their bra covered breasts as they also clawed at each other’s faces and pulled the other woman’s hair.



“I’m going to destroy you!” Sammi hisses.

“I’m going to humiliate you and then I’m going to make sure your fans know what a loser you are!” Danielle glares.



Danielle manages to get the shorter woman down onto the floor and soon she has Sammi in an ankle lock.



“I’m going to break you in two!” Danielle smirks.



For the next few moments Sammi struggles but she manages to get out of that hold, only to be put in an armbar by Danielle.



“You’re not going anywhere!” Danielle laughs.



Sammi hisses as she bucks and somehow, she manages to escape, they both stand up and the next second, they are charging at each other, Sammi raining punches down on Danielle. “You’re the one going down.”



Both lady’s panties are showing above their jeans and they grab each other by them. They then dance around the room, screaming at each other to let go, this goes on until Sammi has Danielle against the wall. She then starts pulling Danielle’s hair hard. “Give in, I’ll go…” Sammi gasps and clutches her midriff, Danielle had just sent a massive punch right into Sammi’s guts.



Sammi splutters and collapses onto the ground. Danielle quickly rolls Sammi over and starts to spank her jean covered ass.



“You’re a naughty girl aren’t you Sammi!” Danielle taunts.



Sammi blushes as she shuffles away, she can here the audience laughing.



Danielle blows kisses to them and watches as Sammi gets to her feet.



“I could have stripped you, but I have to put on a show since you’re not capable.” Danielle taunts.



Sammi hisses and runs towards Danielle who is still to busy taunting, she hasn’t realised. She takes the full force of Sammi and she collapses to the ground. Sammi gets on her and starts to spank her.



“You were saying!” Sammi laughs as she then puts a sleeper hold on Danielle.



Danielle uses her strength to lift herself up whilst Sammi is still holding on, something that shocks Sammi. “How?” Sammi eyes go wide and she shakes her head in despair.



Danielle has hold of Sammi like she was a little sister getting a piggy-back and Sammi is trying to get free, but Danielle has hold of her tight, she then throws Sammi against the wall.



Danielle laughs as she sees Sammi laying there motionless.



“Guess we now know who the better woman is.” Danielle taunts as she unfastened the button on Sammi’s jeans and then the zipper. She then stops and slaps Sammi until she’s half conscious. “We need you awake for this bit.” Danielle smirks.



Sammi’s weakly lifts her hands, trying to stop Danielle but she has no strength as Danielle starts to slink the jeans down Sammi’s legs. “I thought it would be more of a challenge truthfully.” Danielle taunts as she stops at Sammi’s knees.



Sammi is blushing crazily as she realises everyone can see her pink frilly lace panties and bra, she closes her eyes praying for Danielle to finish this off, the bell doesn’t go and soon Sammi is being slap awake.



“If you want to embarrassment to stop, tell everyone who’s the better woman is.” Danielle taunts.



Sammi shakes her head defiantly.



“Okay you want more!” Danielle sits on Sammi’s belly and grabs the waistband of Sammi’s panties, pulling hard, causing Sammi to scream. She then stops and starts to punch Sammi in the guts a few times. “You ready now?”



“You’re the Better woman!” Sammi cries in humiliation.



“Jeez sound like you mean it.” Danielle slaps Sammi hard in her face.



“You’re the better woman, the better fighter. I should never have tried to take on someone as strong as you.” Sammi shouts out as all the audience are in a fit of laughter and some are even taking pictures of her in her bra and panties, her jeans down her legs.



“Let’s give the audience the view they all came to see, we knew I wouldn’t be the one to show off my bra and panties, but you well we both knew once the challenge was made there was only one outcome.



Danielle then finishes stripping Sammi of her jeans leaving her in her cute little bra and panties.




“You just have to rub it in, don’t you?” Sammi sulked.


“Which is just what you were going to do to me,” Dani said pushing the unhappy Sammi along.


“Something like that,” Sammi admitted.


“I do expect you to send those pretty panties and bra over to our training center—laundered I trust,” Dani said.


“Of course they will be laundered,” Sammi snapped. “And suppose you’ll want your dresses back.”


“Dresses? What—oh! The ones you guys got from us last year on the island. That was very sneaky tricky, Ms, Hanratty. It must be why I like fighting you girls so much. Naw, forget the dresses, they are last year’s clothes.”


Sammi stopped and stared: “You mean you’re not mad?”


“Not now, It was a clever stunt. You will recall we pulled a clever stunt on you,” Danielle said. “Oh what a brawl that turned into. I never had such an exciting time.”


“That’s because you won that round. We won the second and got your party presses. I guess this ends it,” Sami said as they finished their walk around the ring.


“Once I have your bra and panties, it will. I have to say Sammi, I hope it really isn’t over. I like fighting you and I see you did well at the PPV. I like think of this as closing a book but waiting to start another.”


“I like that idea. But the next book will have a happier ending for me and my side,” said Sammi.


“You’re welcome to try, Now I don’t know about you, but I could use a long, hot shower, Let’s wave good bye to the fans and leave,,”


Sammi nodded and they both turned to the fans and waved. The crowd cheered and then they went their separate ways. The next morning a messenger brought a fancily wrapped gift box to the Pretty Little Puncher training center. Danielle Campbell opened it to find a small white card SAMMI HANRATTY and the date of their fight and under it were freshly laundered the pink bra and panties Sammi had wornl Dani then posted it on her portion of the PLP Trophy wall and pinned the card beneath them.


“I wonder when and if it will start again,” Danielle murmured….


THE END?