Cali Logan

Age: 34

Height: 5'3

Weight: 110 lbs

Bust: 34C

Hometown: California

Record: 4 - 6

Wins: Cali Logan (54%) defeats Emily Addison (46%)

Cali Logan (54%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (46%)

Cali Logan (63%) defeats Taylor Swift (37%)

Cali Logan (68%) defeats Alix Lynx (32%)

Losses: Kate Upton (57%) defeats Cali Logan (43%)

Jennifer Lawrence (56%) defeats Cali Logan (44%)

Melissa Debling (54%) defeats Cali Logan (46%)

Christie Stevens (49%) *UPSETS* Cali Logan (51%) via RNG

Brooklyn Decker (66%) defeats Cali Logan (34%)

Miley Cyrus (51%) defeats Cali Logan (49%)

Rivals: Emily Addison (1 - 0)

Cali Logan (54%) defeats Emily Addison (46%)

Christie Stevens (0 - 1)

Christie Stevens (49%) *UPSETS* Cali Logan (51%) via RNG

Alix Lynx (1 - 0)

Cali Logan (68%) defeats Alix Lynx (32%)

Tag Record: 0 - 1

Wins: N/A

Losses: Pinder/Debling (76%) defeats Logan/Lynx (24%)

Cali Logan vs. Emily Addison

"Emily's milky white derrière sensually swayed as she gracelessly crawled on all fours away from the prowling Logan, throatily groaning and nearly collapsing flat on her belly. The stark nude Addison managed to stumble to both feet just in time to have her disheveled pony tail snagged by Logan from behind, athletically tugging Emily backwards and over her shoulders in one artful motion.

Emily helplessly mewled as Cali arched her curvy frame in a brutal accordion rack, snagging the underside of her hanging chin with one hand and sliding the other between her spread thighs. Cali's fingers wandered between Emily's legs for a moment as the submission hold was still in its infancy, blindly tracing until she found the landing strip shaved above Emily's cunt. With a devious grin, Logan aggressively thrust her middle and ring fingers between Emily's lips, mercilessly bowing her limber body into an agonizing "C". Emily desperately pedaled her dangling gams, squealing an explicit but indecipherable submission. Cali had no interest in anything but a knockout of her long-time fetish model rival however, instead dropping the floor out from her standing hold.

As if she were executing a blind trust fall, Cali recklessly fell straight back and drilled the peak of Emily's forehead straight into the canvas, the curvy Addison's skull sickeningly trampolining off the mat as she flopped to a motionless stop. Emily's limbs began to violently twitch, her pale bosom quaking as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull. With the fleshy brunette sprawled flat on her back, Cali hooked one of Emily's legs and sensually arched it all the way to her gaping jaw, touching her knee to her chin in a humiliating leg-hook pin."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Cali Logan vs. Emily Addison

"The two fetish models enjoyed the big audience given by the CWF - both wanting to make an impression. The chance to fight celebs like Jennifer Lawrence or Scarlett Johansson in the future seemed like a huge step in their careers.

Emily had brought a strap-on dildo with her - she was well-experienced with it due to her fetish shoots and wanted to make this her trademark in the CWF. Not to mention she wanted to make an impression on Cali and raise the stakes. 

Cali and Emily quickly turned their wrestling match into a hair-pulling, face- and tit-scratching catfight. The fight had started with Emily mocking Cali's "girl-next-door" look and during their match, Emily tried to use every opportunity to smother Cali with her impressive bosom. The fans backed her for that strategy, but it wasn't a succesful one as Cali proved everyone who perceived her as lame and weak wrong. She escaped Emily's latest smother attempt by biting into her left boob. She then pulled a hurting Emily to her feet by the nipples and slammed her back-first into the corner of the ring. A knee to her belly made Addison cough; Cali then draped her arms over the top ropes and used those wonderful whoppers as her personal punching bags, threatening to burst the implants. Some closed-fist blows to Emily's face kept her back in the corner. 

"After I bust your boobs, not even your porn career will continue, Emily!", Cali mocked her.

The lovely brunette ended her punching session with Emily limply hanging in the corner. Cali then showed some skill by throwing Emily across the ring into the opposite corner. When Emily stumbled out of that one, her back having taken a serious hit, Cali clotheslined her. The pin for the win was a formality.

Cali then put on Emily's very own strap-on dildo and threatened "Now, you'll taste your own medicine, slut!". She then fucked the barely conscious Emily in the middle of the ring - a shocking first for the budding league. Emily responded as she was experienced taking a strap-on; fondling her own big boobs and openly enjoying getting fucked until she realised that she had lost and the CWF spotlight was on her.

Cali eventually pulled out of Emily and left a bruised, beaten and bare-boobed Emily laying in the middle of the ring in a puddle of sweat and other juices."

- Submission by tr0tz

Cali Logan vs. Sara Jean Underwood

"Sara pathetically sobbed as her fellow former-Playmate sasheyed around the outskirts of the ring with the blonde's fragmented bottoms in-hand, triumphantly showcasing the scarlet thong right in front of her infectious, beaming smile. Sara buried her face in her palms as Cali barked at her prone frame; "Cheer up, not like every person in the building hasn't seen your pussy already..."

The surprisingly fiery brunette wasn't finished with the disheveled blonde, stepping behind her downed form and scooching Sara's legs apart with her own, just wide enough to leer through her spread thighs and see her smooth cunt peeking out from behind. Cali planted her heels on the backs of Sara's thighs and scooped up both wrists, wryly smiling before sitting back into a brutal Surfboard.

"HhhhhhHHUUUUUGGGHHHH" Underwood throatily mewled as she was twisted and contorted airborne, the veins in her neck violently straining as she tossed her head back in agony, her flexing abdomen and firm C-cups violently spasming. Every delicate curve and fold of flesh was on humiliating display as Logan arched the blonde's frame deep into the hold, finally relenting as Sara hoarsely whimpered her submission and fell limply to the mat."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Taylor Swift vs. Cali Logan

"The scene was almost heartbreaking, the blonde pop princess lying face down in the center of the ring sobbing into the canvas; the soft, delicate curves of her nude body holding the attention of every pair of eyes in the arena as she twisted and writhed in shame and degradation. Cali circled the humiliated Swift like a proud lioness, the shred remains of her diamond-studded ensemble littering the mat. Logan slung her shin into the middle of Taylor's bent spine, a hoarse squeal erupting from between the blonde's pursed lips as she lulled reluctantly to her backside, revealing every vulnerable inch of her exposed flesh. Streaks of mascara ran down Tay's cheeks as she helplessly looked up at Cali's eclipsing backside, straddling the singer before lowering her plump derrière over her face.

Tay's muffled cries were completely lost underneath Cali's round ass, sensually grinding her hips to ensure the blonde sank deeper between her cheeks, running her hands over Tay's bare bosom, cupping her trembling breasts as Swift helplessly squirmed. Taylor's lanky frame arched and craned as she slowly suffocated, her pendulous gams planting against the mat and exploding upwards in an attempt to buck Logan, but she'd ridden and tamed wilder stallions than Swift.

The bronzed Logan hunched over Taylor's convulsing frame, hooking the inside of her right thigh and scooping her neverending legs to her own bosom, cradling Taylor's lower half as her struggling slowly subsided. Logan groped and squeezed Taylor's upturned behind, invasively tracing her bare cunt through her legs before thrusting her middle and ring fingers between Tay's lips. Swift's curled frame gently quivered as Cali rhythmically pumped her fingers into Taylor's pussy, finally falling deathly still and sulking lifelessly to the mat with her milky ass still upturned towards the ceiling as the 3-count rang out."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Kate Upton vs. Cali Logan

"You would be hard-pressed to find a more stark contrast of bodies; Cali's pert C-cups dangling from her diminutive 5'3 frame, no longer encumbered by any fabric shackles as she circled a visibly winded Upton. Despite Logan's spotless record, many expected the endlessly curvy swimsuit model to roll over her petite opponent; but the curvaceous Upton, standing stark nude opposite a prowling Cali, looked like she was wading through quicksand at this juncture of the match.

Kate stood her ground primarily out of exhausted necessity as Logan energetically darted forward and back; the ring quaking with each quick-twitch, entrancing lunge from the fetish model. Perhaps feeling herself a bit too much, Logan finally picked her spot; bursting forward and recklessly impaling Upton through the waistline with her dipped shoulder. Kate let out a throaty moan as her massive frame folded over Cali's shoulder, her heaving bosom mushrooming against the small of Logan's back as she was clumsily driven into the far turnbuckle spine-first. Upton feverishly clawed for leverage as Cali hooked the backs of her thighs and attempted to take the blonde to the canvas, finally snagging the waistband of Cali's thong and mercilessly hiking the floss-like material midway up her back. Cali suddenly froze as the invasive spandex split her cheeks, the bunched crotch of her bottoms disappearing between her lips and revealing a glimpse of her glorious bush.

"The 70's called, Cali...." Upton gruffly teased, absentmindedly trailing off as she continued to wrench the fraying material between the brunette's quaking thighs as Cali was forced up close and personal with Kate's sleek, shaven cunt. With Cali utterly paralyzed, Kate aggressively bent forward and hooked the brunette's right leg, tugging and tucking it up against her belly before wheeling away from the turnbuckle. In one artful motion Kate twirled and delivered a crippling Fisherman's Suplex, slinging the seemingly weightless Logan over her head and spiking her curled spine into the canvas below.

Logan let out an abrupt, guttural groan as she trampolined off the mat and sloshed to a motionless stop, her leg still in-tow as Kate folded Cali in half with a shameless bridge pin. Kate sensually extended to her tippy toes, her flawless frame triumphantly flexing as every bronzed fold of flesh glistened under the overhead spotlight, every jaw in the building frozen agape as an elongated 3-count rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Cali Logan vs. Jennifer Lawrence

"After electric starts, diminutive fetish star Cali Logan and towering blonde Jennifer Lawrence had seen their careers hit concurrent brick walls, with the latter in somewhat of a freefall. If their respective positions at the moment served as any indication however, it was the blonde who was poised to turn things around in emphatic fashion. With upwards of half a foot on the fiesty but shrimpy brunette, J-Law was utilizing her height advantage; dragging a sputtering Logan off the ropes with a two-handed grip on her throat.

Cali's bulbs bugged as her straining throat was used to lead her into the center of the ring, the veins in her neck bulging and crinkling as Jennifer tugged her away from the comfort of the corner. Jennifer pressed her bare, freckled bosom into that of her opponent's, signaling the end was near with a singular glare, dwarfing Cali's trembling breasts as they mushroomed together. 

Logan asthmatically sputtered up a mouthful of drool across the blondes fleshy garrote before she was lifted off her feet, desperately pedaling her dangling gams as her painted eyelashes fluttered into the back of her skull. Jennifer held her form for as long as her exhausting biceps would allow, maintaining direct eye contact with the asphyxiated brunette until she fell limp in her arms, sputtering and convulsing before she was deposited into the canvas with a ring-quaking Two-Handed Chokeslam. Cali's crumpled frame violently quaked as it was impaled nearly through the mat, skidding to a stop on her backside still twitching as drool sloshed from between her pursed lips.

Lawrence stood with hands-on-hips as Cali spasmed into unconsciousness, laboriously panting as her chest victoriously inflated, triumphantly puffing her prize-winning breasts for the world to see as Cali withered at her feet. Without a wasted ounce of energy, Jen planted her heel atop one of Cali's quaking breasts, squishing the fleshy orb flat to her chest as a final 3-count rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Cali Logan vs. Melissa Debling

"A blubbering Logan whimpered and squirmed as she clumsily crawled on all fours toward the near ropes, streaks of mascara smearing down her flushed cheeks as she finally extended a quivering hand and wrapped her fingers around the rubber-encased hose hoping to pull herself upright. Cali's plump pussy lips peeked out from between her slender thigh gap as her hips sensually wiggled and swayed with each shuffle across the ring. A bright red hand print slowly faded on the brunette's bubbly ass cheek, her golden bronzed skin seemingly flushing with embarrassment as the triumphant Brit stood over her, straddling her turned back intent on not relinquishing control.

"Up you go!" Melissa hissed, twirling Cali's bra around one of her fingers before slingshotting it against Cali's lower back, leaving the brunette bared for all to see. The heaving blonde then craned at the waist and twirled two clumps of Logan's silky auburn locks around her fingers, yanking the mewling fetish star back to her feet. Cali drunkenly swayed on her heels, gritting her pearly whites and pinching her bulbs shut in agony as Melissa dragged her around the ring by the scalp.

Suddenly the blonde slugged Logan in the gut, breathlessly arching over at the waist and dribbling a stream of drool across her shuffling feet, wheezing and gurgling as Debling tucked the brunette's skull underneath her armpit and postured Logan up straight. With a grisly snarl, the devilish Brit slid her palm between Cali's pinching thighs, roughly tugging on Logan's manicured bush without a hint of delicacy. A hoarse shriek echoed from the center of the ring as Cali extended to her tippy toes, squealing in agony before her cries were silenced in a flash of athleticism. With stunning precision, Melissa hoisted and slung Cali's frame in a full revolution, whipping the brunette spine-first into the canvas with a breathtaking Snap Suplex.

A breathless huff erupted from Logan's pursed lips as her limbs slid spread eagle, her feet gently, reflexively pedaling for freedom in semi-consciousness as Melissa arched into an impressive bridge pin. The brunette's caramel nipples stiffened as her tits stood erect, convulsing as she sputtered and drifted into dreamland. Cali's bright hazel bulbs rolled into the back of her skull as her eyelashed daintily fluttered, twitching and gurgling as Melissa held her artful pin for a senseless 3-count".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Cali Logan vs. Melissa Debling

Melissa's debut match did not go as planned. She was stripped nude and received several broken ribs for her efforts. To say she was trepidatious about her return to the ring would be an understatement. The blonde started the bout off slow, which proved to be detrimental. Cali Logan, the feisty fetish model, put her erotic skills on display -- stripping, spanking and fingering the busty blonde. Melissa fought back, not wanting to suffer another loss, stripping Cali down and scratching and clawing at her breasts. But, Cali seemed to be better equipped for erotic fighting.

Cali had Melissa in deep trouble. Debling writhed in humiliation and screamed out in protest. But, of course, no one could hear Melissa's screams, only the muffled sounds of whimpers emitted from under Cali's rear end.

Cali had her ass placed smack-dab on Debling's face, and the brunette was loving every second. "You know what I just love?" Logan asks her whimpering prey, "I LOVE to make my opponent's feel helpless. Here, lemme give you a demonstration," Cali peels her ass off of Melissa and skips over to a large duffle bag the brunette placed near the corner of the ring.

Melissa sucks in deep breaths and slowly rolls onto her stomach, reaching up at the ropes. Cali exclaims in excitement and extracts a ball gag and some nautical rope. The petite brunette turns around and her sparkling eager eyes instantaneously buldge from her skull and fill with pools of tears. The THWACK of Melissa's foot drilling Logan's crotch sounds through the packed arena. Melissa doesn't even wait for Logan's knees to buckle. She immediately tackles her to the ground, mounting her slender waist, and drops her massive twin orbs ontop of her opponent's shocked features.

Melissa belts out a primal roar and circles her arms around Logan's head, pulling her face in tight. Cali erratically flails her limbs, her shrieks are lost in the fleshy cavern in between Melissa's tits. The brunette's tan legs slowly cease their kicking, slowing down to an occasional, seldom twitch.

Melissa peels her massive breasts from her foe, allowing Logan's mouth to emit a suction cup-like POP. The referee counts Cali out, awarding Melissa the victory. The busty blonde began walking toward the ropes when her foot hit something on the ground. Melissa's lips curled in a grin. "You know," Melissa sneers, "I believe it's about time for me to make my future expectations very clear." Debling walks over to Cali's bag and removes several items. She walks back over to Cali, rolling the brunette face-down.

"I'm" Melissa shoves the ball gag in Cali's slack mouth, "not a jobber," Melissa tries Cali's hands behind her back with thick rope. "And I," Melissa places a strapon around her waist, "am coming" Melissa grabs Cali by her haunches, raising her ass up. "for" Melissa positions the tip of the dildo against Cali's lips and grabs her by the back of her hair, "all the gold!" Melissa punctuates her statement by drilling the large dildo inside Logan's pussy, fucking her doggystyle in the center of the ring".

- Submission by jdo90

Cali Logan vs. Christie Stevens (Hit The Beach Match)

"The brunette fetish star had been in an absolute freefall, losing three contests in a row in humiliating and brutal fashion. One would have expected her to get back on track against a fellow Strawweight, but one would be dead wrong. Her career trajectory would be mirrored again tonight as she had controlled the fight up until the last few unfettered moments, only to be stunned by the resilient blonde. Her twisted featured were marred by smeared mascara, sweat and caked sand, her pearly whites gritting together in paralyzed agony as she was hoisted off her scrunching tippy toes in a reverse bearhug, drool messily dripping from her once-gorgeous, upturned smile.

An experience wrestler herself, Christie wrung the mewling Logan's slender frame dry with two linked arms wrapped around her mushrooming C-cups, her freed tits flattening to her sternum as the blonde cinched and squeezed every ounce of air from Cali's smoldering lungs. Without so much as a breath of warning, the blonde Atomic Dropped the flailing, sputtering brunette.

Logan let out a hoarse squeal as her cunt was impaled by Christie's bronzed thigh, teetering on the balls of her feet before her stems turned to jelly, knees knocking together as she drunkenly stumbled across the makeshift ring and careened into the ropes to remain temporarily upright. Cali's digits trembled as she clutched her naked mound, cupping the manicured bush shaven above her pulsing slit as Christie lurked at her turned backside. Suddenly a third set of digits snaked between the brunette's slender thighs, Logan's delicate frame stiffening as the blonde roughly thrust her middle and ring finger between Cali's plump lips.

"HNNNGGGGGUUH" the brunette meekly mewled, whimpering as Christie worked her slit, pumping her fingers into Logan's moistening cunt.

Cali's sternum began to rapidly swell as Christie worked her into a pant, whimpering and moaning before the blonde slung her opposite arm over Cali's throat and tucked her cranium beneath her armpit, twisting the brunette's twitching frame before ruthlessly detonating Logan against the unforgiving sand below with an Inverted Finger-Fuck DDT. There was a sickening thud of flesh as the back of Logan's skull was drilled into the sand below, the brunette's spasming limbs sliding slack to each corner of the ring, creating a wake of sand. Cali's tits fleshily convulsed as they perked skyward, her pulsing mound dripping with the juices Christie had extracted before turning out her lights. Christie ravenously threw herself over the spasming Logan, planting a sloppy tongue kiss over her gaping mouth, sucking her lips dry as the 3-count was secured. Before slipping underneath the bottom ropes, Christie made sure to slide the comparatively modest fetish star's thighs as far apart as they would stretch, lustfully tracing the brunette's spasming slit with her palm, leaving Logan splayed and humiliated once again".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Cali Logan vs. Alix Lynx (First To Cum)

"In a highly intriguing battle of fetish star versus porn star, a smart handicapper would lay all his money on the woman who makes people cum for a living. You'd unfortunately be broke, but at least the fiery brunette put on an unforgettable show. Cali Logan was a woman possessed, dismantling the lithe blonde in every sense of the word. Lynx barely stood opposite Logan, clutching the top rope for dear life to remain upright, naked from the waist down, her sleek, sweat-soaked mound already having been worked to the point she could hardly stand, edging as Cali boldly backed off.

Alix whimpered as she turned tail and staggered away from a now pursuant Logan, sputtering as she meekly cupped her plump, shaven mound, her slender stems exhaustedly wobbling with each heavy-heeled step. Suddenly the blonde let out a startled squeal as Cali caught her from behind, slinging her callously into the corner. Alix held her teardropping bosom in its displaced spandex confines as she sagged against the turnbuckle, extending a palm between the two contrasting beauties pleading for mercy. Logan was having none of it, slapping her feeble gesture out of the way and instead bending at the waist, cupping the backs of Alix's toned thighs, and hoisting her lower half off the ground.

"HHHNNNGGGGUUUUUUHHHG" Alix throatily mewled, her frame stiffening as Cali positioned the strap-on secured around her waist and violently thrust into the blonde, impaling her slit with the veiny, bulging dildo.

"I've always wondered what it'd be like to have one of these...." Cali endearingly giggled, grunting with each brutal pump as she stuffed her rubber member as deep as Alix could take.

The blonde helplessly clutched the top rope to hold herself up as Cali humped her silly, picking up speed and crippling the panting porn star, her massive, golden orbs sloshing free from her top as her thin frame buckled and twitched with each ruthless thrust. Alix's frenzied panting grew with each rhythmic clap, her abdomen flexing, the veins in her neck bulging as Cali continued to impale her cunt, driving her pelvis into the blonde's until she began to powerlessly gurgle. Her thighs turned to noodles as she finally came, her sternum violently convulsing as she gushed over Cali's member.

"Fucking whore..." Cali dismissively scoffed, tossing the blonde's still-twitching frame to the mat in disgust, planting a single sole on her upturned ass in triumph".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Cali Logan vs. Brooklyn Decker (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"Coming into the match it was assumed Brooklyn would be trying to send a message after her fluke of a loss to Emily Addison in a failed title defense and boy did she ever. From beginning to end it was an absolute beatdown with Cali Logan getting stripped within the first two minutes and failing to muster any offense over the five minutes of the match, during which Cali was subjected to in order, a reverse headscissor, a facesit, a breast smother, a camel clutch, and multiple brutal strikes.

And now we come back to Cali facedown, facing the corner, after being decked by a strong kick to the jaw from Brooklyn Decker. To make matters worse for Cali, her arms tied behind her back by both her own and Brooklyn’s bikini tops, leaving herself completely defenseless. Continuing her clinic of a beatdown, likely in an attempt to lobby for her position in a number 1 contender’s match, Brooklyn grabbed Cali by the ankles and pulled her barely conscious, thoroughly outclassed opponent to the center of the ring. “You never should’ve gotten in the same ring as me Cali,” Brooklyn sneered. As she grabbed both legs of Cali, she stepped over her so she’d be standing over her back while facing her feet and taunted Cali “but because you did, I now have to break you,” as she sat down, locking in a textbook Boston Crab.

The screams Cali let out could have been heard for miles and simply would not stop. Brooklyn glared at Cali’s frenemy, Emily Addison and barked at her “next time, I won’t get distracted. I’ll finish you off and you’ll be crying out in pain just like this little bitch,” as a couple of tears started to run down her face and her screams continued.

Deciding she sent enough of a message with her short application of the Boston Crab, Brooklyn let Cali’s leg fall to the mat and looked quite pleased at the disheveled state she left her hapless opponent in. With her lying face down on the mat, her face moist from a combination of sweat and tears, her breathing audible, and her body contorted in a sad crumpled form, most would take pity on her. Her rival and frenemy, Emily certainly did, especially since most of the gratuitous pain and humiliation was being done as a message to her. Unfortunately for Cali, the one person who certainly didn’t was the person who was dishing out her troubles. Brooklyn rolled Cali so she would face upwards and straddled her abdomen, leaving Cali little to do but wonder what the next punishment she would face would be.

“Or maybe, I’ll put you out like this, Emily.” Cali’s eyes went wide and her face went pale as she  saw two orbs she barely escaped earlier in the match coming back for a reunion. Brooklyn rubbed her breasts over the sweat and tear soaked face of Cali to make already bad matters even worse for poor Cali.

“One…” the ref counted as Cali’s shoulders were pinned to the mat.

“Two.”

“Thr—”

“Not so fast,” Brooklyn announced as she pulled Cali into a seated position while keeping the smother locked in, “this match isn’t over yet.” With her hands tied and face trapped in Brooklyn’s boobs she was going to have a hard time submitting and Brooklyn’s evil smile did little to hide her knowledge and enjoyment of that reality. Cali tried to vocalize her submission into Brooklyn’s breasts, but much like they trapped her face, her words would find no escape. “Oh, Cali, are you enjoying this? It feels like you’re trying to motorboat me? I wonder if Emily will behave the same way when she’s in here,” prompting another muffled moan from Cali. Cali tried to squirm, desperately trying to escape from her captor, but with her energy drained from her previous beatings and her hands tied behind her back, these struggles did little but continue to amuse Brooklyn as she barely even registered an attempt to break free. As the smother continued to break Cali’s will, her muffled submissions turned to even weaker mewls. To Cali’s surprise, Brooklyn finally pulled her face out of her fleshy prison and asked “Did you say something?”

“I s-”

“I figured not,” as Brooklyn shoved her opponents now very red face back into her welcoming rack. “I guess I was right when I said she enjoyed this,” much to the laughter of the crowd and many of her fellow lumberjills, with the notable exception of Emily Addison who simply maintained her scowl, knowing that she had little choice but to continue watching Cali suffer her fate as the “message”. “I wonder how much longer she can survive in here? Not too much more would be my guess…” Brooklyn wondered with sick amusement as she continued to keep Cali trapped in her breath-draining hold. “Tick-tok, tick-tok, Cali.” After another thirty seconds, Brooklyn let Cali’s fall back down to the mat and climbed onto her knocked out body to make the lazy pin.

“One…Two…Three! Your winner, by breast smother knockout, Brooklyn Decker!”

The referee cracked smelling salts to bring Cali back to Earth and her awaiting punishment. “Oh, Cali, I thought we would miss you,” cooed Brooklyn. “I am sorry to tell that you aren’t quite done with my girls just yet. I was talking to Olivia the other day,” Brooklyn said as she motioned over at Olivia Munn who was in the process of sultrily entering the ring, “and she was bragging about her victory using her tongue against Leanna a few months back. I told her my rack could end someone faster than he tongue could, but she disagrees. Now we were trying to come with a away to resolve this argument and when I got told I would be in this PPV I knew exactly how to do it. Now, before I hand you off to everyone else, I figured you could be our own personal ragdoll test dummy and help me and Liv resolve our little squabble. If I can make you pass out before you cum, I win. Otherwise, she does.” With her hands literally still tied, Cali was in little position to do anything but be an unwilling test subject as Brooklyn got down and laid on her stomach in front of Cali’s head, her breasts swinging tauntingly over Cali’s resigned face while her face hovers over Cali’s heaving chest. On the other side Olivia puts her face right between Cali’s legs, ready to get to work. Olivia laughed “I got this in the bag she’s already wet as hell from being in your smothers.”

“We’ll see about that, Liv, I think any girl can last longer down there than she can between my twins. Anyways, 3, 2 ,1, Start!” Brooklyn exclaims as her rack swallows Cali’s face one again, albeit from a new position, while Olivia puts her famous tongue into action, causing Cali to immediately begin softly moaning into Brooklyn’s chest. Brooklyn laughed at the familiar feeling of Cali’s moans being muffled by her chest, before telling her new partner-in-crime Olivia, “I can tell you’re doing a good job, Liv. Her moans are getting louder every second. The best part is that every moans burns through her air making my job even easier while my asphyxiation of her turns the little slut on making her wetter and your job all the easier!” As Olivia’s tonguing continued to cause Cali to moan at increasingly feverish rates, Cali found herself on the verge of passing out, only a minute into the punishment. Brooklyn called out to Olivia, “she’s basically done with the whole breathing thing in the next 10 seconds or so, I figured we could just call me the winner and I could play with her breath while you still get to make her finish with your tongue instead of leaving her out cold on the mat again.”

Olivia, forced to deal with the reality that she lost her challenge quickly agreed and continued on while Brooklyn would give Cali a two second reprieve from her reverse breast smother every thirty seconds, allowing her to regain some air while also letting everyone hear the loud, fast moans coming from Cali before it went back to being muffled. After a couple more minutes, Cali succumbed to Olivia’s tongue, with her orgasm being only partially muffled by Brooklyn’s smother. Both got up, letting the others come in and get their turn at fucking Cali for pleasure with a highlight of the rest being frenemy Emily riding Cali’s face until she came all over it, an experience Cali is all too familiar with."

- Submission by Anonymous

Cali Logan/Felicity Feline vs. Alix Lynx/Christie Stevens

"It's not hard to envision what the CWF brass had in mind when pairing four of the hottest fetish stars on the planet together for a fight, but this salacious show had possibly even exceeded their furthest desires. The newcomer, Felicity Feline, was lying completely naked, tits-up in the center of the ring. Her faint jolts and unconscious twitches still hadn't subsided from the fresh knockout Christie Stevens had delivered thanks to a brutally underhanded Reverse-DDT from behind on the unsuspecting rookie. Opposite the tatted brunette was an equally vacant and limp Alix Lynx, who Feline had choked out in a Tree of Woe just seconds before Stevens interfered. In all the sweat-soaked, hair-flying, frenzied chaos, still no one had managed to secure a winning pin. And after watching her partner get demolished with a cheap shot, Cali Logan had seen just about enough of where playing by the rules gets you. As the devilish blonde threw herself over the convulsing Felicity Feline and scooped up one of her long stems for the pin, Logan suddenly rushed into the ring and layed into Christie; her supernova attack finally culminating in a ruthless Sitout Facebuster that ended the blonde's evening for good. With Felicity Feline's greenhorn exuberance and Cali Logan's guile, this might be quite the formidable duo."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Cali Logan vs. Miley Cyrus (Sex Fight Title Match)

"Nuzzled right beside each other in the standings, this would have truly been a pick em' match had it not been for the irregular stakes of the fight. Turning this from a wrestling brawl into a sex fight; however, one would think the fetish star would have a leg-up over the pop singer. Despite the perceived odds, it was Miley Cyrus who surprisingly came out the aggressor and was ragdolling Logan in seemingly every exchange. Both fighters had been bared stark nude early, but it was Logan who wore the marks of a fighter on the brink. Cali's manicured mound of pubic hair was soaked to the skin, disheveled from Miley's violent and incessant fingering, prying and tugging. Logan's once-dark painted lashes and flushed cheeks were smeared and marked with Miley's juices, a brutal and extended face-riding session having left the brunette's head in the clouds from the oxygen deprivation.

Resorting to her last, most desperate defense mechanism, Cali's naked, dripping wet frame shivered as she pulled away from their most recent leggy entanglement. Her own timid digits shook as she tentatively cupped her pulsing pussy with both palms, curling into a protective and shielding ball on her knees to keep any prying hands from reaching her most sensitive of areas that was already throbbing as though it were going to explode.

"Come on, whore, don't you do this for a living?!" Miley barked as she let the whimpering brunette slink away, moving her devious fingers down her toned belly before diving into her own cunt, just proving to Logan how much stamina she had left. The blonde's mouth dropped agape as she began to finger herself, pumping her sex for a few rousing moments before licking her dripping fingers clean and bounding on all fours toward the balled brunette.

Cali could only do so much to hide her vulnerable holes as Miley draped herself over Cali's back from behind and slowly unwrapped the fetal fetish star. Logan helplessly squealed and whimpered as Miley spread her bubbly cheeks from behind and began to grate her shaved sex against Cali's spread asshole, gyrating her hips until the panting brunette began to open up her defenses. Finally given access by the lusting Logan, the blonde traced her digits over Cali's convulsing navel, her nails brushing against Cali's sweat-soaked pubic mound before gently parting her plump lips. The fetish star's gangly frame stiffened on command, hoarsely grunting as the blonde forcefully thrust her middle digits into Logan's slit. Cali's thighs trembled before turning to jelly, her body concaving, spasming as Miley began to roughly knead and massage her clit. The brunette's frame began to pulse with electrical currents, her sternum swelling as she was worked into a pant, her caramel nipples stiffening as Cyrus expertly worked her into a foaming lather. With a final heave of resignation, Cali's gawky frame buckled and convulsed, her slender split thighs trembling before her frame went rigid, overwhelmed by a crippling orgasm. A final, futile gasp and her limbs turned to putty, convulsing as her belly sulked to the canvas, eyes fluttering into the back of her skull as Miley mounted her twitching prey, riding out the orgasm until Cali finally fell obediently still."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Cali Logan/Alix Lynx vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"Despite their recent thrashing at the hands of Lindsey Pelas and Emily Addison, Lucy Pinder and Melissa Debling undoubtedly had the measurables to turn into one of the most formidable tag teams in this league; with each and every hold and submission liable to morph into a world-class breast smother given their two sets of assets. The two petite fetish stars challenging the Brits found this out the hard way, Alix Lynx in particular, as Pinder effortlessly lassoed the retreating Lynx and stuffed her horrified features deep into her pillowy chest with a Standing Breast Smother. Tempted to aid her struggling counterpart, Logan was understandably scared stiff by a prowling Debling, who'd made a point to join Cali at her corner of the ring seemingly just to say; 'Don't even think about it...'

Cali could do little more than watch with an impending sense of doom as the topless blonde was rung like a ragdoll from Lucy's bosomy embrace; her curling, painted digits twitching and clawing for freedom momentarily before her dangling frame fell slack, spasming in a sickening display before Lucy allowed her to melt into a lifeless puddle at her feet."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins