Hilary Duff

Age: 30

Height: 5'2

Weight: 120 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: Houston, Texas

Record: 7 - 2

Wins: Hilary Duff (51%) defeats Alison Brie (49%)

Hilary Duff (55%) defeats Mandy Moore (45%)

Hilary Duff (56%) defeats Rachel McAdams (44%)

Hilary Duff (51%) defeats Megan Fox (49%)

Hilary Duff (50%) defeats Olivia Munn (50%) via RNG

Hilary Duff (52%) defeats Brooklyn Decker (48%)

Hilary Duff (60%) defeats Ariel Winter (40%)

Losses: Nicki Minaj (55%) defeats Hilary Duff (45%)

Katy Perry (47%) *UPSETS* Hilary Duff (53%) via RNG

Rivals: N/A

Nicki Minaj vs. Hilary Duff

"The dazed, diminutive blonde stared blankly up at the rafters, eyes glazed over though her bosom was still desperately pumping oxygen by the barrel. Hilary's skull lulled back and forth with each heavy pitch of the canvas as Nicki arrogantly paraded around the outskirts of the ring, a red boot print practically still engraved on the blonde's chin from an electric front kick just seconds ago. Hilary finally began to stir as Nicki finished her lap around the track, her spread limbs clumsily fumbling for traction in a half-hearted attempt to stand.

Hilary was still mentally spiraling as the frenzied energy of the crowd plateaued, sensing what was coming long before it actually came into action. With a wry smile, Nicki hiked the waistband of her floss-like bottoms high above her hips, the spandex material completely disappearing between her plump cheeks. After a quick shimmy Nicki lowered her ass over the blonde's glassy features, eclipsing her face with ease as she took a seat right on top of Hilary's mouth. Hilary suddenly sprung back to life, flailing and clawing at Nicki's thighs as her feet pumped against the mat, unable to budge the raven-haired Minaj so much as an inch. Nicki's voluptuous backside did all the work as she triumphantly planted both hands on Hilary's convulsing B-cups and shimmied her hips once more, grinding her ass against the fading blonde's features as she finally took her last breath and sulked flat to the mat."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Hilary Duff vs. Alison Brie

"In what many thought might be an absolute squash match became the surprise of the night as Alison Brie brought her A-game to Hilary Duff, matching the former Disney star punch for punch and move for move throughout the night. Both of their chests heaving, the two stars glared at each other from across the ring, each having finally regained their respective breath after a retaliatory suplex from Hilary left them each reeling moments earlier. 

The ring was littered with stains of sweat and random strands of blonde and black hair from their back and forth fight, their staredown leaving the arena so silent that you could hear a pin drop. With a clap, the ring and arena snapped back to life as the two buxom starlets rushed each other from across the ring at full speed, each gaining until they met in the middle with a visceral CLAP as their two bodies collided against one another, each having gone for a splash. Each lady laid still against the canvas, hardly moving besides the sound of weak groans that echoed from their lips. With hesitation, the referee began to count... "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8....."

"9....." The whole audience watched as Hilary slowly began to rise, the referee stopping his count as Duff shakily climbed back onto her feet, wobbling slowly before standing and raising one hand into the air. "10!"

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Mandy Moore vs. Hilary Duff

"A brash, borderline-careless Moore continued to tiptoe along the edge of a razor blade in search of her first win, only surviving such a helter-skelter match this long due to her mountainous size advantage over the compact blonde. The mat was stained with pools of the singer's blood, a nasty gash opening up above her left eye after a heart-stopping DDT Hilary had hit just seconds earlier. It was anyone's guess how the brunette was still conscious.

Hilary was asking the same question as she lulled to her backside; the drunken Moore dazedly pressing back to all fours at Duff's feet. A humiliating wardrobe malfunction left the brunette's fleshy C-cups spilling out the sides of her bikini and teardropping toward the canvas, a steady crimson drip trailing behind her as she threw herself like a shawl over the downed Hilary.

Moore continued to stack poor decisions on top of one another, collapsing into Hilary's lap only to be caught by the Venus flytrap in-waiting. Like a lurking boa, Hilary bucked her frame upwards and wrapped her muscular thighs around Moore's neck. Mandy began to desperately gurgle as the blonde's bulging stems tightened around her throat, the veins in her neck straining as her face flushed. Moore's plump backside jut skyward as she spread her legs for leverage, twitching and struggling for a few hopeless moments before she lost her footing and slid into the splits. Hilary's vice was never threatened by Mandy's incoherent squirming, her eyes finally fluttering shut as she collapsed to the canvas, her bare breasts mushrooming against the backs of Hilary's rippling thighs".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Rachel McAdams vs. Hilary Duff

"The crowd was going wild as Rachel stumbled accross the ring holding her head. She had been stripped down to her black bra and panties by the dominant Hilary was was now only toying with the older woman. Normally Hilary wouldn't torture an opponent but before the match Mcadams had texted Hilary's boyfriend and said "See you after the match." That didn't sit well with Duff.

Hilary moved behind the already beaten Rachel and kicked the back of her knees taking her down with a groan. Rachel was on her knees in her underwear looking out at the cheering crowd. Hilary roughly shoved her down on her face and raised her ass in the air. Rachel kicked her feet and begged but Hilary pulled her victims panties down around her knees and then started roughly shoving her fingers in and out of Mcadams already wet cxnt. In less than two minutes later Duff had made the embarrassed Rachel cream all over herself as the crowd cheered "Slut! Slut! Slut!" Satisfied she had taught the older girl a lesson she wouldnt soon forget Duff pulled Rachel up by her hair and finished her with a knockout knee to her face. She held the KOed rachel up on her knees by her hair long enough for the orwd to get some pictures and then tossed her face down on the mat, panties still around her knees. She removed Rachel's bra and took it to hang above her bed as a trophy".

- Submission by fasteddy44641

Megan Fox vs. Hilary Duff

"The fight has been an even match during the first several minutes. Megan got a few solid kicks in against Hilary. Her slight reach advantage allowed her to create enough distance for her to strike with her legs, while Hilary could only dodge and block without attacking herself. Duff had to take several powerful kicks to the side of her body and against her upper thighs. None of the kicks would ever result in a knockout, but as the fight progresses she might start to feel them. 

Every time Megan messed up with her kicks, Hilary brutally countered with powerful punches to Megan’s body. Fox let out several painful cries, as Duff’s fists slammed against her torso and breasts. At one point Hilary managed to snatch Megan’s leg before she could retreat it and placed a painful elbow in her upper thigh. Fox limped for several seconds and Hilary came at her with full force. She forced Megan against the metal bars of the cage and pounded her body.

Hilary tried to hit Megan’s face to knock her out, but Megan ducked under her fist and instead of hitting Megan in the face, she hit the metal bar behind Megan’s head. Hilary let out an agonizing scream and she feared she might have broken several bones in her hand. Megan pressed her advantage and started hitting Hilary’s body with her fists. Soon enough Duff’s body was as bruised as Megan’s body.

Thankfully for Hilary she didn’t break any bones in her hand and after having taken a beating from Fox, her hand started to function again. She balled it back into a fist and hooked Megan’s chin with it. Fox didn’t see it coming, because she thought Hilary broke her fingers against the metal bar. 

Megan crashes against the metal bars behind her and is stunned for a moment. If she didn’t have the bars behind her she would have dropped to the floor. Hilary quickly gets into her face and begins to unleash another barrage of punches. Megan holds her arms in front of her face to protect it. Duff however ignores her face and drops bomb after bomb against her chest. Megan’s body is rocking from side to side from the impacts. Her cries of agony fill the arena and Duff is starting to think she has this in the bag.

Megan however isn’t going to submit any time soon. While Hilary is focused on hitting her body, Megan sees an opportunity and quickly jabs Hilary’s face. She is forced to move back and the former Transformer actress moves away from the bars. She hooks Hilary’s body with her right fist and follow up with a left hook smashing Hilary’s breasts up. Duff lets out a cry and is forced to defend herself. Megan hits the side of her head with a surprise kick. Hilary almost falls down to the floor, but she is able to catch herself in time and remains on one knee. Megan tries to finish the fight with a knee to the side of Hilary’s head. 

Hilary’s fist shoots up from below and smashes into Megan’s crotch. The brunette actress lets out an ear deafening cry and drops to her knees. She cups her aching pussy and tears roll down her cheeks. Hilary slowly rises back to her feet and she grabs Megan’s hair. Her right fist moves back and it shoots forward at Megan’s face. Hilary wants to end the fight, but her fist never makes it to Fox’s face. Hilary suddenly drops to her knees and Megan’s fist moves back into position.

Fox delivered a crushing blow to Hilary’s crotch and now both are on their knees with tears in their eyes. Hilary managed to keep her grip on Megan’s hair and Fox returns the favor by grabbing Duff’s hair. The two begin to pull and rip at each other’s hair. The two hellcats are screaming and yelling. Both of them are enraged and their methodical way of fighting is thrown out of the window for the moment. Their nails are scrapping each other’s scalps and Megan is the first to hold a handful of hair that is no longer attached to Hilary’s scalp. 

Megan waves her hand in victory, but soon enough she is screaming out loud. Hilary rips a handful of hair out of Megan’s scalp and throws it into her face. Megan let’s go of the detached hair in her hand and goes back at trying to rip out more of Hilary’s hair. The fight is getting vicious fast and it doesn’t take long for both of them to pull out more hair out of their opponent’s scalp. 

Megan is the first one to change her tactics and her nails begin to scratch Hilary’s face. Her opponent screams out in anger when she feels Megan’s nails going down her cheeks. Hilary lets go of Megan’s hair and instead of going for her face, she sinks her nails into Megan’s tits. The fabric is quickly ripped to shreds and Megan’s twins appear for everyone to see. Megan screams out in pain when Hilary’s nails dig into the soft flesh of her orbs. Megan’s claws leave Hilary’s face alone for the time being and grab hold of Hilary’s top. With a powerful tug she rips it and exposes Duff’s fleshy orbs. Megan’s nails shoot into the soft flesh and dig in deep.

The two women are back to screaming and yelling at each other, while they maul the other’s boobs. So far neither of them are willing to give in and keep their vicious assault going. Streams of blood are running down their chests. Megan’s nails seem to be slightly sharper, as she is able to draw more blood. Hilary finally submits to the breast mauling and releases Megan’s twins. She however isn’t giving up the fight yet. She hooks her fist into Megan’s stomach and the brunette actress bends forward gasping for air. Megan’s hands move away from Hilary’s mauled tits and she wraps them around her stomach. 

Hilary’s next move isn’t the smartest and causes them both a lot of pain. She grabs Megan’s head and slams her forehead into Megan’s forehead. Both are stunned for a moment and rub their aching heads. They both remain on their knees and close to each other. Duff is the first to slightly recover and she pushes Fox on her back. She tries to mount her opponent, but Megan isn’t making it easy. She keeps moving her body, but suddenly she comes to a halt. The top of her head crashes into a metal bar of the cage and Hilary uses the moment to mount her.

Duff straddles Fox’s chest and grabs Megan’s arms that are going towards her breasts. “Not this time slut!”

Hilary slams Megan’s arms against the metal bars and the brunette actress is screaming in pain. It feels like Hilary is trying to break her arms and she desperately tries to pull them down. Duff notices Megan’s attempt to get her arms down and she suddenly releases them. Megan brings her arms down to her chest and this was the mistake Hilary was hoping for. She scoots forward a bit and traps Megan’s arms against her own chest by sitting on them. 

“Got you now!” Hilary says with a big smile on her face.

She can see the fear in Megan’s eyes and the Transformer actress knows this is going to be the end of the fight. She has no way to defend herself and the onslaught indeed happens. Hilary smashes her fists in rapid succession into Megan’s face and after a couple of brutal blows she goes knock out. Hilary however lands a couple more shots to Megan’s face, because she fucking hates her for what she did to her hair and breasts. Megan’s face is a bloody mess and blood runs out of the corners of her mouth onto the metal floor of the cage. Duff remains seated on Fox’s chest and raises her arms in triumph celebrating her win with her fans. As a final insult she spits into Megan’s face, before standing up and placing her foot on Megan’s unconscious body".

- Submission by Vitezislav

Hilary Duff vs. Katy Perry

"Perry to her knees and mewls, clutching her womanhood. Duff, removing her for from Katy's crotch, fires off a kick to her head, sending her to the mat. “Guess you won’t be grinding up on me anytime soon,” Hilary taunts and wraps her legs around her dazed foe, applying a tremendous bodyscissor. During the pre-fight media interviews, the  hypersexualized Katy Perry spent every chance she could take to explain, in detail, how she was going to humiliate the former Disney star.

"You’re not going anywhere,” Duff hisses, delivering some blows to Katy’s abdomen. Hilary smiles as a devilish thought crosses her mind. “You seemed so intent on humiliating me. So, why shouldn’t I return the favor?” Hilary grabs onto the straps of Katy's leopard print bra and smiles, “I’m going to choke you out and strip your skanky, slutty ass naked.” Katy cries out as Duff tugs at her bra, forcing her milky white breasts to spill out of their cups. Perry is trapped and almost topless and needs a way out. A strategy quickly forms in Perry's mind and her body suddenly goes slack. Hilary, thinking Perry is out, releases the hold, climbs to her feet and triumphantly raises her arms. The crowd erupts in cheers as Duff poses.

"It's humbling tiiime" Hilary sings and rips off Katy’s bra, flinging it into the crowd. Duff slowly bends down, giving her hips a teasing wiggle, and grabs Katy’s panties. But, as soon as she starts to slide them off, Perry’s eyes jerk open. “Payback tiiime,” Katy mockingly sings back, throwing a punch between Hilary’s eyes.

The blow staggers the blonde, sending her stumbling backwards. Katy springs to her feet, delivers a boot to the midsection and jams Hilary’s head between her legs, trapping her rival between her thighs. Perry deviously unclasps Hilary's black bra, slinging it off of her body. Duff shrieks in terror as Katy reaches down and gives her tits a good squeeze. "Ooh Mama, it looks like breastfeeding two kids has caused your girls to sag a bit. Let's see how your bottom half is holding up," Perry chuckles and grabs Duff’s black panties, giving them a small, playful tug. Hilary's eyes widen and she squeals out, “Don't even think about it!” Katy, paying no heed to her foe's threats, gives the panties a hard upward jerk, cruelly wedging the material between Duff’s bubbly ass cheeks.

Perry delivers a hard, audible slap to Hilary’s backside, circles her arms around the blonde's waist and hoists her up in the air, parading the topless girl around the ring. Duff gapes at the rowdy audience, instinctively crosses her arms over her exposed breasts and shrilly cries out as Perry drives her into the canvas with a devastating powerbomb! The blonde's slender, 5'2 frame violently convulses. Her firm tits quake on impact as she lay spread-eagle on the mat; unmoving and unresponsive to the referee's 10-count.

Perry reaches down and triumphantly peels off Hilary’s black panties, unveiling her freshly shaven pussy, sending the audience into a frenzy. Hilary Duff, up until this point, has never been stripped in the CWF and Katy, with a big grin adorning her face, doesn't hide her glee. She takes a moment to bask in triumph, posing as the arena illuminates with camera flashes, before straddling Duff’s body, pinning Hilary's shoulders down with her knees.

“Wakey, wakey,” Katy chirps and roughly backhands Hilary's face, waking the blonde up from her slumber. Duff slowly opens her eyes and gasps in horror as she looks at Perry’s leopard print panties. "No, no, no, no, nooo! Please, anything but that," Hilary pleads, shaking her head. Her worst fear was staring her in the face. Hilary's first and only loss was to Nicki Minaj. Their bout ended with Nicki planting her thong-clad ass on Hilary's face; an act that had mentally scarred the former Disney star. Sure, Hilary had been the one to ride an opponent's face, but this wasn't suppose to happen. Not again, not to her, not like this, and certainly not at the hands of Katy Perry!

“Don't worry, I'm not going to turn around and sit my vigil booty on your bitchy face,” Katy simpers, as if reading her mind. "But," Perry seductively bites her lip, "you did hurt my kitty and I think you need to apologize to it... up close and personal." Hilary opens her mouth to protest but her words are cut off as Katy slides forward and presses her crotch against Hilary’s nose and mouth, forming a seal. The dark-haired vixen, deciding to humiliate her foe even further, discreetly pulls her panties to the side, allowing her naked pussy to come into direct contact with Hilary’s beautiful visage. The pink, slick snatch grinds against Duff’s grimacing mouth, forcing her to taste Katy’s juices. “I hope you’re enjoying getting acquainted, because the real fun is about to begin,” Katy grins, cupping the back of Hillary’s head, forcing her nose deep into her pussy. The smell of sex clogs Hilary’s nostrils and, to make matters worse, Katy begins rhythmically humping herself against Duff's protesting face. The defeated blonde openly sobs from the humiliation. She has been stripped nude, robbed of her dignity and now exists solely for Katy Perry to use her face to orgasm on.

Katy grabs two handfuls of blonde hair and forcefully jams Hilary’s face into her crotch, grunting and moaning in ecstasy as she feverishly pumps her hips. Then, as if a volcano was erupting within her core, Katy belts out a deep groan as she cums. Breathing heavy, Perry slowly climbs off her foe, revealing the slick, love-slathered, rubbed-raw face of her opponent. Hilary buries her hands in her face and weeps. Katy, in an act of false modesty, adjusts her panties before placing her foot on her foe's trembling, bare breasts".

- Submission by jdo90

Hilary Duff vs. Olivia Munn

"Hilary Duff knew all too well the sobering feeling of being thrown up a weight class, but unlike many who expected her to wipe the floor with Olivia Munn, she knew better than to overlook the always-game brunette. The Houston native had hung with her previous opponent, Katy Perry, with relative ease despite their differing measurements until an unfortunate misstep cost her the match. Early in this fight, it was Munn who was doing the same exact thing to the stunned blonde. The buxom brunette clearly viewed this fight as a shiny little diamond pendant to pin to the top of her resume should she win, with eyes on the Strawweight Championship belt down the line. Unfortunately for Olivia, it was beginning to appear as though she had bitten off more than she could chew.

The stout, athletic Duff furiously huffed and puffed as she elegantly tossed her freed golden locks from her face, draping over her shoulder as she exhaustedly pressed from a knee back to her unsteady feet. A gruff, frustrated grunt slipped her lips as she meticulously inspected her displaced bra, fidgeting with the snapped left shoulder strap and torn cup that refused to keep her left tit concealed. Forced to continue with a comical wardrobe malfunction, the blonde tailspun into a fit of rage; kicking and tearing at the downed, dishevelled Munn before she could match the blonde's rise back to her feet.

Olivia helplessly twisted, squirmed and mewled as she ate repeated soccer kicks in the gut, stomps to her bosom and spine, then a final, crippling punt to her chops. An explosion of sweat and drool misted the canvas as Munn's naked frame stiffened, sent flying across the ring and rolling into the ropes little more than a semi-conscious heap of flesh and limbs. The brunette clumsily slid to a sickening stop on her belly, sloshing to an unceremonious end almost completely out cold, her curvy frame lifelessly twitching with convulsions as she gurgled vacantly, dribbling slobber on the mat. A resounding victory was waiting at her fingertips, but instead the blonde lusted for more punishment.

A gentle nudge to Munn's shoulder and her body teetered to her backside, tits up and twitching as Duff inspected Olivia's naked frame deciding what to dissect next. The blonde slid her heel over Olivia's fleshy B-cups, flattening the bronzed orbs to her sternum, rolling her toes over Munn's stiffening nipples. Then, she callously traipsed down her abdomen, brushing over her navel before planting a victorious foot on the brunette's naked bush, massaging her upturned mound, parting her lips with her ruby-painted toes.

"No... I'm going to leave you permanently broken..." the blonde mercilessly scoffed.

In the blink of an eye Hilary twisted Munn's corpse back to her belly, her freed tits mushrooming out from beneath her slender, gently jiggling frame. Suddenly a hoarse squeal was coerced from the vacant brunette's lips, snapping back to life as Hilary planted her feet on the backs of Olivia's toned thighs, devilishly digging into her hammies. A playful slap to Munn's ribs and her arms rose in compliance, allowing Hilary to grip the blubbering actress' wrists and fall back into a paralyzing Surfboard. Olivia's bulbs stretched wide as her beartrapped frame was bent and contorted in a vicious stretch, tossing her head back and pinching her bulbs shut in breathless agony as Hilary's compact frame tore Munn to shreds. The brunette throatily wailed as her fleshy tits jiggled with each wrenching of her limbs, her slender thighs forced into the splits, wiggling and trembling as though the muscles were simply going to give out and snap. The crowd reached a fever pitch as half the assemblage roared for their favorite fighter to submit and spare herself from further torture; the other half demanding invasive exploration by the ringside cameras of the folds of flesh being torn to bits by Hilary's demented stretch. A final hoarse whimper and the brunette was allowed to spill free, flopping face down in a puddle of her own tears as the echoes of her submission rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Brooklyn Decker vs. Hilary Duff (Title Match)

"The sellout crowd was frozen in stunned silence as the radiant, dominant, insatiable Flyweight Champion found herself drawing on energy reserves that she'd likely never needed to this point in her career; searching the depleted caverns of her body for something, anything that might save her from the diminutive dynamo that was running her ragged. Decker was unquestionably the best of the best, a fighter who'd scarcely broken a sweat in any of her Fly bouts; her only losses coming at the hands of some of the most dominant Bantamweights in the entire league. But tonight, she had been utterly dismantled.

The lithe, glistening Texan standing over Brooklyn had been surgical in her assault, ripping Brooklyn across the ring incessantly to tire her out, locking up with the blonde at every opportunity to figuratively and literally flex her superior muscles, torturing the swimsuit model with her mighty, rippling lower stems. Hilary Duff's tight frame was simply proving too compact and chiseled for the buxom blonde to crack, no matter her efforts. Decker had been stripped completely bottomless, her slick, waxed mound only occassionally peeking out as she writhed in agony on her belly, face-down on the canvas from the latest in a series of torturous holds applied to her slender, splintering spine. Miraculously, her massive, panting bosom had remained covered the entire fight despite being carelessly wrapped in a tiny, suffocating microkini. In a mirroring contrast of their disparate frames, Duff towered over Decker totally topless, proudly puffing out her modest chest as Brooklyn and her seemingly invulnerable double-D's crumbled at her feet.

As Decker blindly twisted and writhed, clutching the aching small of her back from Hilary's most recent Torture Rack, Duff stepped up to the blonde's hip. Skipping the theatrics and displaying an impressive bit of savvy and acumen, Hilary went for the kill, opting not to play around with a fighter as dangerous as Decker. Planting the ball of her heel against Brooklyn's curled spine, Hilary twisted her left hand around a clump of the mewling, sputtering blonde's golden locks, and clamped her right around Decker's nearest ankle. With a throaty shriek, Hilary artfully dropped into the splits, simultaneously ripping back with both arms, snapping Brooklyn's spine with a ruthless Full Split Bow and Arrow.

The Champ was instantaneously debilitated by the jarring, sickening impact, her frame snapping into a contorted "V" at the delicate small of her back. Decker's mouth fell agape as if she'd just been run through by a blade, a single tear streaking down her cheek as she hoarsely yipped, the crippling jolt slinging her heaving tits free of their heroic cups, fleshily jiggling as they jut toward the front row, her abdomen bent awkwardly in half. Treating the devastating drop more like a slam finisher than a submission, Hilary only felt it necessary to give her two reins one more callous tug before allowing Brooklyn to slide out of the hold. The blonde throatily whimpered as her broken frame slowly unfolded from the inhuman shape it had been contorted into; her long, painted lashes fluttering as she stared vacantly into the rafters, completely paralyzed on her back. After taking a moment to preen herself, Hilary slid over the motionless blonde, flattening her naked bosom to her sternum, momentarily deflating Brooklyn's heroic pair and squashing the fleshy twitches that rocked and pitched her frame. The 3-count was a formality, but the thigh-splitting pin was simply the icing on the cake for a joyous Duff. Looping her free hand down between Brooklyn's spread thighs, Hilary hooked one of the blonde's motionless stems and curled it to her chest, parting Decker's cheeks and making sure the broken, spread-eagled Champ never forgot the night she lost her belt.

"And you NEW Flyweight Champion; HILARRRRRRRYYYY DUUUUUUUUFFFF!!"

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Hilary Duff vs. Ariel Winter (Title Match)
"A growing crowd favorite for her ruthless, efficient, and increasingly technical skills in the ring, Hilary Duff looked like she would be a formidable Champion to unseat. Though she'd yet to really dominate or run anyone out of the ring, Duff just kept winning, including an authoritative victory over Brooklyn Decker, who was looking like the most worthy challenger in the entire division. With Brooklyn having made a statement in her own match against Winter earlier in the evening, Hilary needed to keep pace if she wanted the mind-games with the SI model to dig their hooks deeper. Thanks to the Federation's secret, proprietary technology, Winter was fresh as a daisy despite being tit-smothered unconscious not an hour earlier; but as she was prone to doing, Hilary methodically sucked the life out of Winter much like Brooklyn had.

Squeezing in little to no offense in between countless grinding, spine-churning submissions and slams, the formerly undefeated Winter was once again in an all too familiar position on the night; Body-Scissored and staring down the barrel of another Breast Smother. Hilary grit her teeth as Ariel rolled to a hip, then worked to a knee, then both knees, and finally stammered upright on her toes, wailing as Hilary somehow kept her Body-Scissor intact. The wheezing, raven-haired Winter teetered to her heels as Hilary added a controlling clinch around her neck, threatening to snap Ariel in half at the rib cage with her rippling thighs if she didn't tap. With a lurch and a shrill squeal, Winter's compact frame tipped forward, collapsing in a devastated heap as she rapped her submission on Hilary's thigh, ending her torture and shot at the belt."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins