Finish Her!

[bigfan877]

I've missed the HWA, what a great organization.

[griffin]

I haven't seen Kathy Ireland in a long time. I like that picture of her. Nice story. 

[Dario]

Great fights, especial Erika's one.
Erika Eleniak vs Pam Anderson was my dream fight during years as Watson
vs Stewart is now.

[Jackflash Jump]

Ryan Destiny vs Kaley Cuoco



Ordinarily, elite celebrity catfights take place only after extensive negotiations and careful preparations.  Every once in a while however, one erupts spontaneously.  In the case of Kaley and Ryan, they had been engaged in a war of words for several weeks, and each had demanded a match with the other, but conflicting schedules had thus far kept the details from being locked down.

But both found themselves invited to the same party.  Daggers were glared from across the room, taunts and outright threats were traded, and before anyone knew it, the two beauties were snarling and tearing into each other like wildcats.

It was a fairly evenly-fought brawl for the first few minutes, as Destiny and Cuoco went from applying holds to throwing punches and then to savagely clawing and biting.  In the course of the struggle, their expensive evening gowns were torn to tatters, leaving them clad only in thongs.

But then Ryan was wearing nothing at all, although not because of anything that Kaley had done.  Without warning, the dark-haired beauty slipped her own thong down her legs and off of her body, leaving her magnificently nude.  She then wrapped her garment around her rival's throat, choking the blonde with this crude garrote.  The blonde's eyes widened in fear, her fingers clutching frantically at the cloth wrapped tightly around her neck, but to no avail.  Cuoco's face darkened as she gasped and gurgled for air, her eyes rapidly going glassy as her eyelids began to flutter shut.

Finally Kaley went limp, passing out.  Ryan pulled the panties from her unconscious victim's throat and then, in a show of contempt for the catfighting legend, stuffed the thong into Cuoco's mouth.  The winner then stood up, and suddenly the angry mask of cruelty that she had worn throughout the fight melted away, her eyes lighting up and a bright smile coming to her angelic face.  Planting a foot on the hip of her fallen foe to signify her triumph and striking a pose, Ryan purrs, "Anytime you want to go again, bitch, I'll be glad to whomp your weak ass all over again!"

[Anon]

Anna Popplewell


vs Parineeti Chopra


Parineeti Chopra swayed back and forth in the center of the arena, eyelids only open a crack, in clear danger of falling flat on her face. Only a sudden upright jerk and a wide, haphazard step saved the exhausted actress from a sudden, embarrassing faceplant. With her mouth hanging open, Parineeti blinked and shook her head. Anna Popplewell, standing at the edge of the cage, stayed upright more steadily, but only because she grasped the chain link barrier with one straight arm. Her shoulders rose and fell as she breathed heavily, and she brushed a damp strand of brown hair out of her eyes as she glared towards her opponent.

Each woman, motivated by seeing her opponent so close to defeat, advanced hesitantly. Anna shoved herself away from the barrier, and Parineeti, spurred to action by her rival's sudden movement, charged. The two combattants collided face to face with a pair of pained, muted grunts. Their arms writhed together as they each sought their desired hold, battering and grasping at each other roughly.

It was a short struggle. With a twist of her torso and a small step, Anna slammed her shoulder to her rival's chest. Parineeti let out a second sighing grunt, followed by a squeal of surprise. The pale brunette had grasped her firmly by the right wrist and upper arm, and now, pivoting on her back foot, she swung Parineeti in a wide arc. Parineeti's big brown eyes widened in fear as she stumbled out of control, barely able to sprint quickly enough to stay upright as Anna twirled her across the mat. As Anna aimed her towards the corner of the cage, Parineeti braced herself for the collision.

Instead, she suddenly jerked to a halt, flailing her free arm and gasping. Anna held her firmly by the wrist with both hands, throwing her weight back and straightening her legs, causing the two actresses to suddenly stall. Scooting in quickly, Anna encircled and squeezed Parineeti's upper arm with her fingers, before pivoting, leaning back, and spinning her victim off her feet. Parineeti gasped as she became airborne, her head plummeting towards the mat. Anna continued her pivot, flipping Parineeti's legs up, and sending the airborne actress crashing to the ground on her upper back.

Parineeti's arms and legs made quite a racket as they smashed into the mat an instant later. The dazed actress winced and arched her back, slowly lifting one shoulder from the mat. Now it was Anna's turn to drop. With her arm bent and her fist clenched, she kicked both legs up into the air and let herself fall. Parineeti opened her eyes just in time to see the tip of Anna's tricep approaching her nose, driven down with Anna's full weight. Parineeti's eyes crossed on impact, and her head struck the mat as Anna's body landed beside her.

As she lay still on the mat, Parineeti's chest rose and fell slowly. The scoreboard was still in her favor, three pins to Anna's one, with under a minute left on the clock. That two point advantage was little comfort as Anna's chest slammed down on her upper body. Parineeti let out a sudden, choking gasp as Anna's pale legs wrapped around her arm. Her terrified face promptly vanished beneath Anna's torso, and when her tormentor's arms encircled her other shoulder, Parineeti could only wheeze and kick her legs. Anna's back bent one way, then the other, but the pale brunette's body stayed firmly mounted on her helpless foe.

"1... 2... 3!" Anna's score ticked up by one, with plenty of time on the clock. "1... 2... 3!" Another point for Anna, tying the score. Anna's body stretched as Parineeti's fiercest kick only made her bounce an inch, before plopping back down on the pinned actress' chest. "1... 2... 3!"

When the timer finally reached zero, a well rested Anna Popplewell beamed and rolled over, revealing Parineeti's wobbly, disoriented face. The defeated actress stared up at the ceiling, before her neck went limp, letting her head roll to the side and jiggle in place as her cheek struck the mat.

Anna Popplewell - 27 points
Parineeti Chopra - 3 points

[Jackflash Jump]

Sarah Hyland vs Sarah Michelle Gellar



Seated on the floor with her legs splayed out before her, Gellar gave a sharp whine of pain as Hyland twisted her head, right hand grasping tight to her victim's hair, while her left clutched under Gellar's chin.  Applied with enough force, this hold was not only painful, but it could dislocate the jaw...and Hyland was pouring more than enough pressure into it.

In a desperate move, Gellar snaps her left leg up, her foot smashing into Hyland's face.  It's not so much the pain as it is the shock that forces Hyland to release her hold and stumble backward, her hands instinctively covering her face.  Gellar wants nothing more than to curl into a ball and take the time she needs to recover from the thrashing she had been suffering for the past few minutes, but she knows that isn't a luxury she can afford.  So she spun herself around on her hip, throwing her right leg out and sweeping her opponent's gams out from under her, sending Hyland crashing with a heavy thud onto her butt.

With a lunge, Geller threw herself atop her rival, knocking Hyland flat onto her back.  Two handfuls of hair allowed Gellar to then start slamming the back of her adversary's head into the mansion floor repeatedly; even with the plush carpeting, the impacts were taking their toll on Hyland.

Finally Gellar stopped and stood up, bending down to yank the squealing Hyland up by her hair.  "I've fought plenty of pains in the ass before," Gellar says to her glassy-eyed rival.  "But there's something about you that really annoys the hell out of me.  Maybe it's because you're in over your head, and you know it, but you're still wasting my time."  To a woman with lesser self-confidence, Gellar's words would cut deeply, because Hyland knew they were completely true.  She wasn't the wrestler her opponent was...she not only lacked Gellar's experience, but also her skills.  In any match between them, the odds were entirely against Hyland.

But she wasn't wounded by the truth, because she knew something Gellar didn't know...Sarah Hyland was craftier by far than Sarah Michelle Gellar, or most any other celebrity catfighter.  And she also knew how to read an opponent like a book.  For instance, she was certain that her adversary, utterly confident of her victory, would go for her signature Rear Naked Choke hold to end the match.  And that's exactly what Hyland wanted her to do.

Gellar took her foe by the bare shoulders and spun her around so that Hyland was facing in the same direction that her opponent was.  Hyland knew that in another moment, Gellar would wrap her arms around her victim's throat and head to lock on the chokehold.  But in that briefest span of time before Gellar did so, Hyland made her move: she reached up and behind herself, grabbed Gellar by the hair, pulled her in close so that Gellar's chin rested on Hyland's left shoulder...and then Hyland suddenly dropped hard to the floor.  The impact from the landing didn't do Hyland's still-sore rear end any good, but most of it went up her body and slammed into Gellar's chin.  She flew backward with a loud grunt and lay on the floor for a few seconds, utterly uncertain what had just happened.

Her battle instincts flaring, Gellar struggled back up to her feet and stood woozily...but again, this was precisely what her opponent wanted.  The leering Hyland stalked her foe, prowling in a circle around Gellar until suddenly she rushed at her, leaping up onto her back, snaking her legs around her rival's waist while her arms applied her own version of the Rear Naked Choke.  "You talk too much, you know that?" Hyland sneered.  "You were so busy telling me how terrible I am, you never noticed how much smarter I am than you.  Plus I'm, y'know, way hotter."

Arms flailing, face reddening, the gasping and groaning Gellar staggered around the room as her tormentor tightened her chokehold.  She then collapsed to her knees before keening to her side, Hyland still holding on tight.  Gellar thrashed and attempted to roll across the floor in a desperate bid to somehow break free, but her strength evaporated as she struggled for air, her green eyes now glazed as drool tricked from the corner of her mouth.  Soon enough she ceased moving altogether, and her eyelids fluttered shut.

Hyland held her choke in place for a few moments more, just to make certain, and then she released her beaten opponent.  The spectators were in shock...not a one of them had expected or even wanted a Hyland victory.  And yet now, here it was.  Rising up, her lithe body glistening, Sarah Highland placed a foot on the hip of her slumbering victim, wiped the sweat from her face, and beamed a smile that was pure smugness.

[iamrodgers]

Shay Mitchell vs Katrina Bowden



As her back slammed down hard into the canvas Shay Mitchell wondered what in hell she had gotten herself into.  It had been years since her last match and she thought she could jump right back into the fray with both feet with relative ease.  But her confidence had certainly gotten the best of her as she stared up at the ceiling with a pained grimace on her face. 

She thought taking on noted cream puff Katrina Bowden, a woman she had beaten multiple times before, would be easy, but she simply didn't have the stamina to compete and she quickly tired throughout the match. 

Now looking up into the lights shay was breathing heavily when Katrina approached and leaned down so she could grab shay by her hair.  The brunette grimaced and let out a squeal while Katrina brought her from the floor up to her hands and knees.  "Don't worry shay your night is almost over,  I've just got one or two more welcome back gifts for you. "

Katrina stepped in close enough to her rival so that Shay's had was between her legs and the blonde quickly brought her long stems together trapping Shays head securely in a headlock. 

That desperate feeling of panic and anguish ran through Shay's body as her arms quickly began to slap and claw into Katrina's world famous legs,  but the blonde was relentless squeezing Shay's head and neck tighter.  "Ah ah ah that's enough of that shay." Katrina taunted while reaching to under hook both of Mitchell's arms and tightly trap them behind the brunette's back to eliminate what little chance she had of getting herself free.

Squeezing so tight her legs were beginning to shake Katrina could feel Shay's body growing weaker. Mitchell couldn't take any more of it and started admitting defeat weakly,  but either Katrina didn't hear it or wasn't interested in it as she kept the hold on her opponent until she felt Shay's body go limp.

Katrina,  remembering all the times Shay had beaten her in the past  wanted to deliver one last welcome back present as she dropped down to her knees driving Shay's face down to the mat flattening the brunette. With Shays head turned to the side,  Katrina slid forward and moved her bottom onto the side of Mitchell's face as the brunette was out cold and proceeded to pull Shays small bottoms down to her knees revealing the loser's cute blue panties.  "Not a bad booty, but it certainly doesn't compare to mine. "  Katrina's right hand grabbed the waist band of Shay's bottoms and pulled up giving the sleeping loser a butt cheek revealing wedgie while Katrina flexed her leg bicep and smiled posing for a round of victorious photos.

[Maizenblue]

Great job Iamrodgers. Missed your stories. Hope you are back writing more stories.

[iamrodgers]

Great job Iamrodgers. Missed your stories. Hope you are back writing more stories.

Thank you! Not my best work but hopefully I produce some better stuff with more activity. Have to get those creative juices going again.

[BloodySam]

I'm glad to forward another story by one of my favourite writers, The Walkin Dude...

I'm thankful he's taken up my idea of a story about Amanda Righetti facing off again Kira Kosarin (a couple pages back in this thread), but then he suddenly surprised me with this lil' bit between Amanda and Neve Campbell, which I'm sure you'll enjoy just as much as I did. The fight takes place around 2008, 2009-ish, and *somewhere* along the way things have gone terribly wrong for tough Miss Righetti who was expecting to dominate her smaller veteran foe, Neve!

But find out yourself...

Amanda Righetti vs Neve Campbell

by The Walkin Dude





Amanda groaned as the brunette sent another strong pulse through the Scissors, the dense meat of opposing thighs just grrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinding against the line of her jaw. To make matters worse, her chin was wedged tight in the southern curve of her foe's buttocks, thus reducing her view to the sweeping slope of those bunched, black-sheathed glutes. Ignoring the unpleasant little tingle building in her hands, the redhead flattened them into paddles and SLAPPED that encroaching ass no less than half a dozen times. "Get. OFF. MeAAAARRRRRHHHHH BITCH!"

The brunette moved her hands to the insides of Righetti's thighs to spread her legs a little wider, then crooked her right hand into a talon and affixed it to the inside of her opponent's left thigh just below the curve of her sturdy red briefs! "What's wrong, tuff girl? Thighs can't handle it?" Neve Campbell broke the hold and planted her clawin' hand on the mat so she could apply an identical grip to her opponent's right thigh!

"Guuuhhh... gonna break you in half when I get out of here, bitch." Righetti kept slapping at Neve's thighs and backside, but the pressure of the Scissors and the sting of the claws seemed to be sapping her strength at an exponential rate.

"Is that right?" Campbell didn't sound worried. "Is that before or after I claw your crotch?"

Amanda's eyes narrowed to black slots. "Don't even fucking think about OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!"

Neve didn't just think about it, she relished in moving that white knuckled grip to the undercarriage of Amanda's defenseless togs! "Tap out if you're finished, tuff girl!" Campbell demanded as she jostled her hand up 'n down, left 'n right and back again. "Because I'm just getting started!"

"NEVER!" Righetti barked even as her heels beat a hapless SOS against the soft blue mats. "I'm gonna make you pay for this, NevMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHH!"

Neve rose up and reared back, the domineering brunette settling the full weight of her rump atop the protesting redhead's mouth and nose! "So glad you wanted to wrestle topless." Campbell murmured as she used her thighs to push Amanda's breasts together. "Means I don't have to pull anything aside before I do this!" She caught Righetti's nipples between thumb and forefinger and gave each a sharp, painful twist! It was an unorthodox albeit completely legal technique under the rules of submission only mat wrestling and Campbell used it to great effect, just pinnnnnnnching, puuuuuulling, twisssssssting and tweeeeeeaaaaaaking while a squealing Amanda thrashed and squirmed beneath--

Righetti pounded her right hand against the mat once, twice, three times. "GHIB!" she moaned. "AYGHIB BIDGE. GHEDOFFAMEEE!"

Campbell released the pincers but not the Reverse Face Sit. Instead she reached down and gave Amanda's gulping tummy a domineering little pat. "Not just yet, sweetie. There's still the loser's penalty to deal with, remember?"

"Dunh...dunhtyoodareNNNNNRRRRRGGGGPPPPHHHH!"

Neve bore down and started to grind in long, sweeping strokes that squeezed her prey's nose a little tighter with each pass. It might take a while, but she meant to remind Amanda Righetti that everyone was the same size when they were flat on their back.

[Jackflash Jump]

HWA:  Ariel Winter & Bindi Irwin vs Abigail Breslin & Chloë Grace Moretz





The tag match was teetering on the edge of chaos.  The legal action remained in the ring, where Ariel and Abigail were hammering away at one another with punches.

Suddenly, Breslin jabs her nails at her opponent's eyes; Winter shrieks and staggers back, furiously rubbing her eyes to try and clear her vision.  The blonde suddenly takes her blinded rival by the wrist and Irish Whips her to the corner; Ariel's spine takes the impact as she slumps against the turnbuckles.  Breslin rushes at her and delivers an Atomic Elbow to the brunette's forehead, which caused her legs crumple under her, sending her sinking to her rear end, stunned.

Then Breslin dashes toward her and executes a Bronco Buster, grinding her crotch into the brunette's face, seductively grinding her hips to further humiliate her arch-rival, and the arena erupts in a cacophony of boos and cheers in equal parts.  Ariel's hands flail, but she offers no effective counter in order to escape.

Finally Abigail ceases and pulls herself free of her foe.  Standing up, she drags Winter up to her feet by her jet black hair, and then once again Irish Whips her to the opposite corner.  Arms draped over the top ropes on either side of her, Ariel's head lolls from side to side as she struggles to clear her head from its stupor.  Unfortunately for her, Breslin isn't about to get her that opportunity.

Taking a page out of her adversary's own playbook, the blonde opts to hit Ariel with one of her own signature finishers, the "Winter Avalanche" Body Splash.  Taking her place in the corner across from her intended target, the blonde suddenly rushes across the expanse of canvas at top speed, leaping into the air as she nears the brunette within just a few feet.

The impact resounds through the arena, as Abigail's lush body slams into that of Ariel like a wrecking ball, glistening beads of perspiration erupting from their curvaceous bodies from the collision.

The splash has taken something out of Abigail as she steps backward on slightly trembling legs, but it's instantly clear that Ariel has taken the worst of it by far.  Glassy-eyed, she slowly staggers out of the corner, take several steps...and then like a tree felled in the forest, falls straight forward and lands face first on the mat, accompanied by a chorus of fans shouting, "TIMBERRRRRR!"  As she lay there unmoving, it obvious that Winter is knocked out!

Meanwhile, the action outside of the ring was no lest tempestuous.  No longer able to stand passively on the apron in their respective corners, Bindi and Chloe found themselves battling one another on the floor at ringside.  Even as Breslin makes like difficult for Winter inside the squared circle, Irwin is attempting to finish her hated nemesis off by whipping her into the ring post.  However, Chloe is about to reverse the whip, and instead it is the Aussie who is thrown into the post, her forehead and chest smashing into the unforgiving steel!

Moaning, Bindi staggers backward, and the blonde grabs the Australian brawler by the hair and slams her face into the ring apron, which is nothing more than a thin layer of canvas covering plywood.  Irwin slumps over the apron, struggling to not collapse to the floor as her legs tremble, which Moretz goes over to the nearby Spanish announcers' table and sweeps everything off of it.  She then goes back to her adversary and hoists the brunette up and slings her over her shoulder, then lugs her over to the table, where she drops the dazed Bindi across the top.

Climbing up on the apron and scaling up the turnbuckles in order to precariously balance herself on the top, Chloe takes a moment to size up her target and then leaps into the air, executing her "Fall from Grace" Flying Elbow Drop.  Splayed upon the tabletop, Bindi starts coming out of her stupor...just in time to see her foe soaring down toward her.

"Crikey...!" Irwin gasps an instant before Moretz lands.

The wooden table explodes beneath them, leaving the pair laying in the splintered debris.  But Chloe is able to push herself up to her knees, whereas Bindi lay there, eyes shut and body listless, save for some involuntary twitches.

Looking up into the ring, Moretz sees that her partner has just wiped out Winter, so she calls Abigail down to ringside to help her.  Together, the honey-haired pair lift Irwin up from the floor and roll her into the ring; crawling back between the ropes themselves, Abigail nudges Ariel over onto her back with the toe of her boot, while Chloe drags Bindi closer and drapes her body across that of her partner.

Then each blonde places a foot on the heaving chest of the unconscious Bindi and raise their arms in triumph as the referee, instructed to make it a twenty count, does so.

[Anon]

"Eeeeeergh!" Tina Louise growled again as she completed another lap around Jane Fonda. Meanwhile, Jane Fonda leaned back, both hands locked in a death grip on Tina's wrist. Breathing in deeply, wide eyed and mouth agape, Jane spun on the spot with all of her might, swinging Tina in an unstable circle. As long as Jane spun, she remained safely out of the snarling redhead's reach, no matter how furiously Tina flailed her one free arm. "You can't... do this... forever!" Tina shouted, in between rapid breaths.

It was true. The two careened back and forth, as the exertion grew too great for Jane to continue. Suddenly, Jane's foot caught Tina's shin, and the curvy redhead's feet stalled on the canvas. She let out a shriek as she fell like a shoved bookshelf, standing with her feet planted on the spot, legs stiff, and simply pivoting downward, sending her face flying straight down to the canvas. Tina put her free hand out to protect herself, but the force was too great. The helpless redhead's nose smashed into the back of her hand, ramming it into the canvas as her stomach and chest thudded to the ground.

This final impact was enough to dislodge Jane, who landed on her butt and skidded back a few inches. With her long legs spread on the canvas, she stared into space with her lips parted slightly, supporting herself with her palms on the floor. Tilting her head back, Jane shook her head, briefly flinging her disheveled blonde hair away from her face.

Meanwhile, Tina rested her forehead on the back of her hand, face down on the canvas. Her other arm lay at her side, and her legs stretched out straight on the floor. Groaning, she pushed on the canvas with her palm, bending back her body and lifting her head for the first time since impact.

Jane's shapely leg swung neatly into the small empty space under Tina's chin. With a gasp, Tina's hands moved to push on Jane's thigh, but it was too late. Sitting down on Tina's upper back, Jane trapped the redhead's neck between her thigh and her calf. Tina heaved with all of her might, both hands on Jane's leg, but it was no use. The curvy redhead rotated her lower body back and forth on the canvas, kicking her powerful legs, but her head and neck stayed put. Twisting her face into a frown with her nose wrinkled, Tina bucked uselessly, trying to lift Jane's butt. The blonde actress simply leaned back, securing her ankle under her free leg and locking the hold in.

Whimpering, Tina slapped her feet against the floor in frustration. "I... I..." Weakly, she slapped the sides of Jane's thighs with her palms, finally gripping them weakly and ceasing her pointless struggles. "I quit..." Tina murmured softly.

With her lips drawn back, and a terrified look in her eyes, Jane shook her head vigorously.  Instead, she leaned back, pressed her butt down on Tina's shoulder blades, and wrenched the trapped woman's neck backwards. As before, Jane was safe unless she let Tina go. Eyelids fluttering, TIna raised a hand from the canvas in protest, allowing it to waver up and down. With a final sigh, Tina's body seemed to deflate as it relaxed and flattened against the canvas, followed by a tiny thud as her.limp forearm dropped to the ground.

After catching her breath, Jane slipped Tina's head out from between her legs, and slid down the unconscious woman's back to sit on the ground. "Hfff," exhaled Jane, blowing a few messy strands of blonde hair from her eyes for a moment.

Jane


Tina

[Jackflash Jump]

Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Keiko Kitagawa



The air in the penthouse high above the streets of Tokyo were filled with grunts, moans, panting for breath, and curses hurled in both English and Japanese.

And the spectators sat spellbound by the two beauties as their battle raged on past the forty minute mark.  In spite of their years, Keiko and Sarah exhibited a ferocious endurance that fighters half their age could not hope to equal.  The two beauties had proven to be too evenly matched for one to hold an advantage over the other for very long, and as they pushed themselves past the limits of their fortitude, each grew more desperate to finish the other off once and for all.

Snaring Kitagawa in a Full Nelson, the blonde tries to squeeze her opponent into submission.  The Japanese beauty whines in pain, but her mind races with a plan to escape.  Suddenly dropping to her left knee, she throws the startled American over her shoulder to the floor, breaking the hold.  Gellar instantly scrambles, trying to climb back up to her feet, but the Asian beauty tackles her from behind, sending the blonde crashing face-first to the carpeted floor.

Now on her adversary's back and trying to pin Sarah down with her body, Keiko uses her feet to Grapevine wide the American's legs.  She grasps Gellar's right wrist and Hammerlocks her arm up between her shoulder blades; with her left arm, she snakes the limb across her rival's throat and starts to choke her.

Eyes widening with panic, the gasping blonde squirms beneath her tormentor, trying desperately to pull free.  If this were earlier in the match, she might well have been able to power out, but at this point she is running on the barest dregs of power left in her body, and she simply lacks the strength to break loose.  Riding the thrashing beauty beneath her, Kitagawa allows herself a smug smirk, and starts to taunt her hapless foe by whispering in her ear, "Anata wa watashi to hikaku shite nani mo arimasen...anata wa yowaidesu!"   Then in English she sneers, "You came all this way to lose.  You are pathetic."

Sarah grits and teeth and hisses, and makes one last effort to break free, but the effort is for naught.  In just a few moments more, the last of air to her lungs takes it toll, and the lids flutter over her glassy eyes; then with a sigh, her eyes close, and her body ceases moving as she is driven unconscious.

Having preserved her honor by defeating the Gaijin, Keiko releases her hold and struggles back up until she is standing, however unsteadily.  She places her left foot on the rear end of the knocked out Gellar and wearily raises her right arm to claim her triumph.

[Anon]

Fun match, but I have to think that SMG is sick of being everybody's punching bag at this point!

[Jackflash Jump]

Fun match, but I have to think that SMG is sick of being everybody's punching bag at this point!

That's an excellent point.  Maybe I'll see about doing something about that sometime.