Emily Addison

Age: 34

Height: 5'4

Weight: 120 lbs

Bust: 32E

Hometown: Johnson City, Tennessee

Record: 6 - 3

Wins: Emily Addison (52%) defeats Kate Mara (48%)

Emily Addison (61%) defeats Sarah Chalke (39%)

Emily Addison (60%) defeats Christie Stevens (40%)

Emily Addison (57%) defeats Maria Kanellis (43%)

Emily Addison (44%) defeats Brooklyn Decker (56%) via RNG

Emily Addison (52%) defeats Scarlett Johansson (48%)

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

Stana Katic (50%) defeats Emily Addison (50%) via RNG

Amber Heard (61%) defeats Emily Addison (39%)

Rivals: Cali Logan (0 - 1)

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

Christie Stevens (1 - 0)

Emily Addison (60%) defeats Christie Stevens (40%)

Alix Lynx (0 - 0)

Tag Record: 2 - 0

Wins: Pelas/Addison (65%) defeats Pinder/Debling (35%)

Pelas/Addison (51%) defeats Upton/Strahovski (49%)

Losses: N/A

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

Kate Mara vs. Emily Addison

"The audience was in stunned silence as an indecipherable mixture of muffled cries and deep, lustful moans of pleasure erupted from the tangle of flesh before them. Kate's distorted facial features were lost between Emily's milky thighs, helplessly clawing and writhing as Emily used two clinched fists of hair to guide Kate's mouth and nose into her bare flesh, only relenting to cup and massage her own massive orbs with unbridled euphoria.

Emily's stark nude frame twisted and convulsed with arousal as the redhead's movements began to sputter; Kate's eyelashes daintily fluttering as the brunette continued to grind the redhead's nose into her cunt. Addison was a pro, riding Kate's face until the head scissor / crotch smother combo rendered her into nothing more than a heap of putty. Emily scooched backwards and hunched over the motionless Mara, her dark mascara sloppily smeared across her rosy cheeks, eyes glued shut.

"Sleep tight, Kate..." the sweltering porn star cooed, aggressively thrusting her tongue down the unconscious redhead's throat, no doubt having made an emphatic statement to the rest of the CWF.

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Emily Addison vs. Sarah Chalke

"Sarah appeared absolutely astounded as she sunk flat to her backside, shattered by a bone-crunching knee drop from the increasingly self-assured and buoyant porn star. Her smoky baby blues darted to the rafters, helplessly attempting to manipulate her splayed, insubordinate limbs as Emily gleefully paraded around her paralyzed opponent.

"You call those mosquito bites tits!? Poor thing... Let's see if the situation is any better down here". Addison venomously hissed in the direction of the vacant blonde, slinging Sarah's glossy black top over the top rope before straddling her midsection and cinching hold of her bikini waistband. Sarah's neatly manicured bush was slowly unveiled to raucous approval as Emily showily shimmied her out of her bottoms, leaving every inch of her spread eagle frame on full display.

Sarah was completely compliant, still too dazed to comprehend the extent of her humiliation as Emily lustfully ran her middle digits over Sarah's smooth pussy lips. Emily wasn't done however; taking a seat next to Sarah's motionless form, arresting matching wrist and ankle, and digging her heel into the blonde's exposed rib cage. Sarah finally jolt back to life, hoarsely squealing as Emily began to arch her delicate frame into an excruciating Bow and Arrow submission hold. The disheveled blonde's pert, bare bosom jut toward the ceiling as Emily contorted her writhing frame, the devastating hold lasting no more than a few seconds before Sarah began to furiously rap her submission against the canvas".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Christie Stevens vs. Emily Addison

"Another matchup of fetish stars had lived up to the enormous hype, as even the pacesetter, Emily Addison, couldn't help but hunch with her hands on her knees in exhaustion. If a fight between two adult performers didn't end with both ladies stark nude, you'd be well within your right to protest for your money back. Thankfully, these two crowd-pleasers wasted no time discarding their material confines; the tattered remains of their skimpy outfits littering the ring at Addison's feet.

As downtrodden and dishevelled as the motionless brunette looked, Christie was in decidedly worse shape. The blonde desperately fidgeted in the corner as Emily caught her breath, strung up against the steel turnbuckle with each of her milky thighs draped awkwardly over the perpendicular intersecting middle rope. Dark smudges of mascara painted Stevens' flushed cheeks as she pleaded with a suddenly approaching Addison, wailing as Emily drew back her foot and delivered a ferocious Shattered Dreams punt between Christie's spread legs.

Christie let out a shrill squeal that was cut briefly by a piercing clap of flesh, hoarsely mewling as she melted to the canvas cupping her pulsing mound. Emily carnally clasped Christie's fleshy, upturned derrière, her fingers slipping between Stevens' thighs and tracing her smooth pussy lips against the writhing blonde's wishes. A stream of drool smeared across the canvas as Emily dragged the lifeless blonde away from the ropes, rolling her spasming frame to her belly and planting a single palm against the small of her back for a 3-count.

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Maria Kanellis vs. Emily Addison

"The brunette porn star was in the midst of a hurried climb up the Fly rankings, but first she had to somehow dispatch one of the few women on the roster who could match her wrestling experience. Granted, most of Maria's wrestling experience consisted of jobbing, but Addison could certainly relate. In a somewhat stunning display of steady-handedness, Emily controlled the redhead from bell-to-bell. Kanellis mewled as she was hoisted one last time off her trembling haunches, slung exhaustedly into the corner turnbuckle where she sulked over the bowing top rope.

The former WWE star swaddled her naked, teardropping bosom, dishevelled strands of crimson locks strewn across her ailing features. Addison sensually ground her own freed pair together, her milky white tits a terrifying proposition to be staring face-to-face with. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Kanellis, her weapons of mass destruction would be holstered for the time being. Addison gleefully skipped into a sagging Kanellis, their bodies clapping together as Emily's satiny white skin draped over Maria's.

Arching to her tippy toes, Emily straightened the former Diva and planted a sloppy, breathtaking kiss over her lips, the redhead writhing as Emily drew out the tongue-smooch until Maria's lungs were scorched. With no further warning, Addison tucked Maria's skull beneath her armpit and lashed Kanellis' forehead against the canvas below, detonating the crumpled redhead against the mat. Her lifeless corpse sloshed messily to her belly, her breasts mushrooming out from beneath her thin frame as she lulled to a stop, completely unconscious as the 3-count rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Brooklyn Decker vs. Emily Addison (Title Match)

"Many questioned the buxom porn star's resume for getting a Title shot this early in her budding fighting career, but with few challengers jumping off the page in the Flyweight division, Addison had earned her chance as much as any. Be that as it may, Decker had taken her time utterly dismantling the fetish goddess. At the rate Emily was eating crippling blows and submissions from the ravenous blonde, her camp was beginning to worry there might not be anything left of her to ever challenge Decker again. Addison had played the part of victim and jobber beyond critical acclaim in her extensive fetish wrestling career, but doing it for real was an entirely new venture.

The redhead's cerulean bulbs pooled with tears as she wilted against the corner turnbuckle, arms exhaustedly tossed over the top rope, sagging into her armpits as she prostrated to a sloppy knee. Standing stark nude, Addison's colossal, heaving chest teardropped toward the canvas below, her legs drunkenly attempting to straighten before the Sports Illustrated model crow-hopped forward and punted the mewling porn star square between her slender stems. A hoarse wail erupted as Emily pinched her milky white thighs together, her left-handed digits trembling as they cupped her neatly shaven cunt, blubbering as she fell into Decker's waiting arms.

With a gruff grunt the blonde hoisted a dishevelled Addison back to her weary feet, then atop the turnbuckle to a messy seat. Emily combed back her freed, tousled locks from in front of her eyes, propped up by the blonde and positioned properly for a game-ending bomb from the top ropes.

Feeling the weight of the moment and perhaps being caught up in the parade the audience was throwing for her, Brooklyn arrogantly turned her back to the seated, whimpering redhead, triumphantly raising her arms to deafening applause and drawing her thumb across her throat. Suddenly, just as she turned back to face the perched Addison, the impossibly resilient porn star launched herself off the top rope, straddling the stunned blonde's horrified featured and landing a clumsy, yet brutal bomb. The intertwined bodies landed with Emily in a makeshift Schoolgirl Pin, alertly looking back in time to hook Brooklyn's spreading thighs and yanking them to her sides for added leverage. The swimsuit model's frame stiffened and squirmed, not yet unconscious, but momentarily crippled enough for Addison to consume her last remaining ounces of strength pinning the dazed blonde. Decker's sweat-soaked thong bottoms wiggled and shimmied with the pedaling of her stems, flossing between her lips in a humiliating frontal wedgie as Emily arched her pendulous thighs into the splits.

As the third count boisterously rang out, Addison melted off her bewildered counterpart and fell to her back, wearily pointing her victorious fists skyward as her camp rushed the ring and crowned the new Queen of the Flyweight division. Decker, on the other hand, simply blinked in disbelief as she sulked flat to her back and stared vacantly into the rafters, speechless at how she let the Championship Belt slip away".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Emily Addison vs. Stana Katic (Title Match)

"You wouldn't have been alone if you were calling for Stana Katic to be put out to pasture after a dismal 2-5 start to her career; an aging fighter who didn't appear to have much fight left. After a stunning, cripplingly humiliating defeat at the hands of pop superstar Kesha and her Lumberjack henchmen at PPV 16, no one would have blamed Katic if she'd have curled into the proverbial fetal position and folded her wrestling career. After the barbaric, invasive dismantling she was subjected to in that fight, burying her head in the sand was just about the only way she could have avoided seeing articles and social media posts with her brutalized, naked frame on inviting display. Instead, she valiantly scratched and clawed her way back to .500 and earned a Title fight against the streaking supernova Emily Addison. Putting Katic's paltry 3-fight winning streak to shame, Addison came into the night having won 5 in a row; including a breathtaking upset of Brooklyn Decker to earn the belt she was now defending.

Much to the surprise of the sold-out audience, Katic lept out to a seemingly insurmountable lead in this fight; tossing a ragged, sluggish Addison across the ring with ease. Reliving her "glory" days as the greatest wrestling jobber in the world, Addison was doe-eyed and vacant as she was slung mercilessly from post-to-post, sheepishly shielding her naked frame as she was finally left to sulk against the corner turnbuckle. Proudly standing topless opposite her nude, mewling foe was Katic, looking to finish off the whimpering porn star without so much as a peep of protest.

Just as her time seemed to be running out, the seemingly overwhelmed Addison suddenly sprung back to life, erupting with a flurry that left Katic visibly wounded and on the ropes herself. The towering brunette's lithe, statuesque frame wilted further with each furious strike; slobber-knocking elbows to her hanging jaw, boisterous, fleshy back-handed thwacks to her naked chest, agonizing breast-claws, and anything else the curvy porn star could think to throw at Katic hit home. Stana hoarsely wailed as she genuflected to a knee at Emily's hip, dribbling a mouthful of drool from her bottom lip as she cupped her golden-brown tits; bright red palm prints and nail streaks slowly dissipating from her bronzed skin.

Another throaty screech burst from Katic's lips as Addison climbed up the turnbuckle with Stana in-tow, two hands firmly twirled into her messy auburn locks, dog-walking the blubbering brunette behind her as Emily took an exhausted seat atop the turnbuckle facing the center of the ring. Katic's thighs quaked and buckled as Emily straightened her up to full height, then savagely thrust Stana face-first between her milky thighs. Katic's hazel bulbs stretched wide as her flushed features disappeared between the porn star's split stems, arms clumsily pinwheeling and prying at the springy ropes at her sides. Emily's own bulbs then rolled into the back of her skull as her spine stiffened and body came alive, expertly grinding her curvy hips against Katic's blubbering lips, massaging her naked slit against Stana's sweat-drenched nose and mouth. The more Stana twisted and squirmed, the heavier Emily began to pant, her buxom chest now bearing heavily down on Katic's forehead as her frame curled and spasmed, foaming with lust as she used the breathless actress like a fucktoy. Katic looked spent, her thighs trembling as though they would give out at any second as she was sensually suffocated between the fetish superstar's milky white gams.

Suddenly Stana's bucking ceased, as did her gurgling for oxygen and furious spasming. With Emily's frame electrified and rushing thoughtlessly toward a gushing orgasm, she had become lost in her own lust. Though Emily was still cupping the back of Stana's skull and forcing it into her kitty, Katic was able to pull back just enough to suck in a life-saving breath of oxygen, even if it was filled with the scent of Addison's sex. Curling her forearms over Emily's trembling thighs and balancing Emily on her shoulders, Stana artfully hoisted the seated Addison off the turnbuckle and pirouette. Finally realizing her mistake and snapping back to reality, Emily desperately twisted and squealed as Stana exhaustedly twirled toward the center of the ring and detonated the spine of her quaking counterpart against the mat below with a ruthless Powerbomb. Addison eeked out an abbreviated yelp as the back of her skull sickeningly whipped against the mat, her lights instantly flickering off as each limb was strewn messily to a different corner of the ring. Stana pulled her tongue from Emily's sex with a drained but wry smile, planting a sloppy smooch on the convulsing porn star's plump pussy lips before tossing her frame atop Addison's for a victorious 3-count pin.

"And your NEW Celebrity Wrestling Federation Flyweight Champion, Stana Katic!!!!"

- Submisson by Taylor Hawkins

Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"In by far the bustiest matchup the Celebrity Wrestling Federation had ever seen, fans were absolutely drooling at the devious possibilities and endless outcomes, but what actually transpired was far more stunning than could have been imagined. Lucy Pinder was thought to be a premier challenger to the Bantam belt, and although a tag loss wouldn't hurt her chances, she was primed to carry her team to victory as the most talented and respected fighter out of the four. In an absolute whirlwind however, the initial Pelas versus Pinder pairing that started the match lasted just a handful of shocking moments. After drowning the Flyweight champion, Stana Katic, in her fleshy bosom in her spectacular debut, Pelas seized control of the busty Brit seemingly with ease just moments in, spoiling the enormous hype around this match and simply overwhelming Pinder before either even had the opportunity to tag out. The match ended with none other than a sultry breast smother as Pelas trapped the frazzled brunette in the corner and enveloped her crumpled frame, suffocating the Brit as her partner, Emily Addison, kept Debling at bay on the outside, ensuring there would be no interference. It's hard to imagine anyone could have impressed more in her first two fights than Lindsey Pelas, but this blonde is destined for stardom."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"It would be an understatement to say this 2v2 tag-team elimination match was a battle between well-endowed ladies. Among these skilled fighters, the smallest chest was Emily Addison's 32Es while Lucy Pinder boasted awe-inspiring 32Hs. When the the four fighters met in the center of the ring both Lindsey and Emily were greeted by an unfamiliar feeling as they realized their opponents had them both outgunned. Seeing the faintest hint of self-doubt creep onto their opponents' faces, Lucy and Melissa both cupped their chest, taunting them, emphasizing their size advantage. With all fighters in the center of the rings, the ref explained "this match is a tag-team elimination style match with unlimited rounds with each round lasting six minutes each and a fifteen second break between every round. At the start of each round after the first, both active fighters will begin the round halfway between their opponents corner and the center of the ring to prevent easy tags at the start of a new round. A fighter can be eliminated via submission or knockout. No fighter may return to the match after elimination. A fighter may enter the ring immediately after their teammate has been declared knocked out. Tags can only be made in each team's respective corners while the fighter being tagged in has both heels on the ground on the other side of the apron. After a tag, up to ten seconds of offensive collaboration is allowed before the fighter that tagged out must leave the ring. Exceeding the count is cause for automatic disqualification. All other standard rules apply." After the ref finished explaining the rules, she asked the starters for the match to return to their corners and for the other two fighters to step out onto the other side of the ring ropes.

Lucy, who recently defeated the current bantamweight champion, Kate Upton, and Emily Addison, the former flyweight champion, retreated to their respective corners, ready to start the first six minute long round, while their teammates took a position behind them, on the other side of their respective ring posts. Following the ref giving the signal to start, Lucy Pinder and Emily Addison came together in a collar-and-elbow lockup, both grappling for position. Emily made the first early progress of the match as she deftly turned the lockup into an arm lock. Emily twisted Lucy's arm, causing some minor pain before flipping her to the mat in a perfect form. Emily quickly dove to the mat and locked in a bow-and-arrow hold, stretching her opponent's back over her shins.

After a few moments in the hold, Lucy was able to struggle out and roll away. Unfortunately for Lucy, as she tried to roll away, Emily managed to grab a hold of her right leg and while Lucy was able to roll a little closer to the edge of the ring she wasn't in a good position to make a tag. Things got worse for Lucy as Emily turned the good position she he had into a single-legged Boston Crab. Lucy cried out in pain as her back was tortured yet again in the early minutes of the first round. Lucy tried once again to use her weight advantage to struggle and break free, but given Emily's more stable hold, those struggles went nowhere. Realizing she was close to the ropes, Lucy gave up the struggle and instead focused on grabbing hold of the ropes right in front of her. Using her arms and free leg, Lucy scooted herself forward and lunged towards the salvation of the ropes, holding on for dear life once she got a hold of them. Emily releases the hold as ordered, but the moment the ref signaled she could, she went back on the offensive.

This time Lucy was ready and she displayed the brute strength she had used to defeat Kate Upton, Yvonne Strahovski, and her current partner, Melissa Debling in single combat in prior matches. Back on her feet, Lucy defended against Emily's assault by locking her opponent up in a cinch that was quickly transitioned into a brutal belly-to-belly suplex as Lucy displayed her love for power moves. After bringing her opponent back to a standing position, Lucy proceeded to shove Emily into a standing headscissor. Lucy hooked her both of Emily's arms and lifted her into vertical position drawing massive cheers from the audience as they knew what was coming next.

Lucy dropped to her knees, slamming Emily chest-first into the hard, unforgiving canvas of the ring with a violent implant buster as Lindsey watched on helplessly, unable to rescue her partner. Emily was sprawled out on the mat after chest was crushed by Lucy's brutal power move, completely open to her opponent's next moves. Lucy dragged Emily back to her feet before shoving her into the corner where Melissa lay in wait. Lucy tagged in Melissa and had her restrain Emily from behind the ringpost, allowing Lucy to set up an easy breast-to-face splash against Emily. Emily had received such splashes before in fights before, but the damage done by Lucy's splash was unparalleled. Lucy's breasts came down upon Emily's defenseless face like twin wrecking balls. Had Melissa not been propping Emily up she would certain have collapsed, yet because of the collaboration between the two, Emily was open to another splash allowing Lucy to yet again use her twin globes to against Emily's face once more. As Lucy leapt into the air to splash Emily once again, Emily's eyes bulged in fear, knowing she could do nothing to stop what was coming. Lucy's breasts once again collided with Emily's face, brutally damaging her opponent. This time Melissa allowed Emily to collapse in the corner and Lucy slid out before the referee could count her out for excessive collaboration after the tag. Meanwhile, Melissa dragged Emily out of the corner and towards the center of the ring as she set up her own offensive.

Once she had Emily in the center of the ring, Melissa dropped to the mat and snaked her legs around those of Emily's, locking in a grapevine. Melissa extended her legs outwards, delighting in Emily's screams of agony and ineffectual thrashing. With just under two and a half minutes left in the round, Melissa pinned Emily's hands and lowered her 32G breasts over the terrified face of Emily Addison. Emily's face disappeared entirely as Melissa's twin orbs enveloped every facial feature of her foe. With her hands pinned and legs ensnared, even the wily Emily would have trouble escaping her current predicament. Emily had trained rigorously in No Air Zone stable practices with her tag-team partner and stablemate Lindsey Pelas to withstand breast smothers, and she would need to bring every part of that training to bear as she suffered under Melissa's breasts.

"Having trouble breathing down there, Emily? Is it rough being under tits this big?" Melissa taunted. Emily declined to respond, knowing she would have to conserve every breath of air she had to survive until the bell could save her, but even if she chose to respond, with the way she was drowning in Melissa's conquering boobs, anything she said would have only escaped as incomprehensible, muffled noises.

A minute into her breast smother, Melissa released Emily's hands and used her now available hands to pull Emily's head deeper into her already devastating hold. As she wrapped her arms around the back of her foe's head, Melissa told Emily, "don't count on the timer to free you, hun. You're passing out long before that final minute and fifty seconds left expires."

Thrust ever deeper in Melissa's cavernous cleavage, Emily found herself even more perilous circumstances. Her precious oxygen continued to dwindle as Melissa's impressive chest sapped it from her. Her tag team partner remained far away, unable to help. And the ticking of the timer seemed ever slower as she was forced deeper and deeper into Melissa's lethal embrace. Nevertheless, Emily's training, experience, and resolve allowed her to keep her cool, even as the smother got harder and harder to bear. After a total two and a half minutes suffering under Melissa's chest, Emily began to feel the smother-induced delirium set in.

Losing track of time, Emily began to worry about how long she had been in there and if she could make it. She knew she would never submit, but the thought of passing out became increasingly frightening. A mere fifteen seconds after that and the delirium left Emily completely disoriented.

By the time the bell rang, Emily was barely conscious and when Melissa finally unwrapped her arms and peeled Emily away from her chest, Emily was a discombobulated mess, gasping for air and barely able to stand. "I'm surprised you're still alive after that, Emily. I thought you'd have passed out for sure. Oh well, I'll just have to finish you off next round," Melissa said with a laugh.

Emily didn't even process the taunt as she stumbled back to her corner. After a dominating start turned into a brutal demolition following Lucy's counter, Lucy and Melissa's tag-team team coordination, and Melissa's powerful breast smother, Emily needed to recover desperately, but unfortunately for her, the fifteen second respite quickly expired and the referee signaled for the active fighters to take their positions in front of their opponent's corners.

Lindsey looked on, gripped by fear, as she saw her friend and mentor, Emily, stuck with Lucy behind her and Melissa in front of her, a position that would be nothing short of terrifying under normal circumstances, let alone after you were smothered by Melissa for three minutes. She desperately leaned into the ring hoping to make a tag at any point during the round, but deep down she knew that such a tag was going to be difficult with Melissa in the way. Despite what her mind said, her heart held out, praying that Emily would find a miraculous way out, like she had done so many times before.

Meanwhile, Lucy sneered at Emily, "oh Emily, I heard so much about how great you were, but it seems you're not even good enough to pass out between my tits this match. Looks like you're all Melissa's and won't be conscious for much longer." "Oh Emily, ready for your reunion with my babies? You can spend the whole six minutes of Round 2 under my chest, if you'd like," Melissa taunted as she cupped her buxom chest. As the ref signaled for the start of Round 2, Melissa wasted no time as she closed the distance between her and Emily with impressive haste, going for and easy takedown so she could re-apply her smother and knock Emily out for good.

Emily expected Melissa's moves, however, and hooked her opponent's right leg with her own, surprising Melissa and taking them both down to the ground in the middle of the ring. Emily, crawled as quickly as she could before leaping towards the outstretched hands of her partner. Seeing the tag, Melissa got to her feet and tagged in her partner thus causing Round 2 to start with the Pelas-Pinder matchup many fans wanted to see. Throwing caution to the wind, Lindsey came out of the gate fast and leapt at Lucy, catching her off-guard with a spear!

Lucy expected either early strikes or a collar-and-elbow type deal, but instead she was driven hard to into the ground by the aggressive Lindsey Pelas. Had the move failed it would have been called foolishly reckless, but with its success, Lindsey had secured her a major advantage. Transitioning straight into a body scissors, Lindsey squeezed Lucy's ribcage between her legs, causing Lucy to squeal in pain. While not as famous as her boobs, Lindsey's legs were still capable weapons, and they brought the pain to Lucy.

Still close to her corner, Lucy dragged herself towards it before reaching up and tagging her partner Melissa in. Realizing the danger she was in, Lindsey chose to break the hold as she saw her opponent reach for her partner rather than stick around to them fight her 2v1 for ten seconds. While Lindsey was able to roll away and avoid the 2v1, she was not able to avoid Melissa, who rapidly closed the distance and pulled her into a chest-to-chest bearhug. "Ready for my 32Gs to squash your itty-bitty 32Fs, Lindsey? I am sure you'll be crying for mercy soon," Melissa taunted as she thrust her chest straight into Lindsey's.

Lindsey was enraged by the taunt, never before having had her chest called small in a fight and responded in-kind by wrapping her arms around Melissa thrusting her chest into her foe's, unwilling to to lose the titfight. Both fighters were locked in each other's embrace and mashed their chest against the other, desperately trying to prove their own superiority, putting their pride on the line. For the moment, they were locked in a stalemate, neither chest giving a millimeter, both holding strong against the other.

Eventually, one chest started to give way to the other much to the surprise of one fighter, "how, how is this possible? This can't be," Melissa sputtered as her chest was dominated by Lindsey's.

"Ain't so itty-bitty now, are they, Melissa?" Lindsey responded, relieved that she was able to get revenge after the prior taunt. As Melissa's chest began to mushroom out thirty seconds later under Lindsey's pressure, she started to mewl in pain. Chest crushed and pride in tatters, Melissa's nightmare were only just beginning. Satisfied that she had proved the superiority of her chest over Melissa's, Lindsey intertwined her legs around Melissa's while keeping the embrace tight before using the leverage to launch a modified Thesz Press, crushing Melissa's proud chest even further under her own as they landed on the mat.

Lindsey dragged the stunned Melissa Debling over to her corner and tagged in Emily. "Well, I guess it's time to get my revenge, wouldn't ya say," Emily told Melissa with a grin as she straddled her. Emily wasted no time dropping her chest on her opponent's face nor did she waste any time locking in the grapevine. With a few seconds left in their offensive collaboration time, Lindsey stomped Melissa's stomach a few times before sliding through the ropes onto the other side.

Emily smiled as she felt a rush of air, expelled from Melissa's lips following Lindsey's stomps, brush against her chest, knowing that it would only accelerate Melissa's doom. Melissa on the other hand, felt her lungs burn as she was left gasping for air under a chest that would give her none. With Emily's technique and her 32E chest, Melissa didn't stand a chance of surviving the remaining three minutes left in the round as Emily's chest engulfed her face.

"Having trouble breathing down there, Emily? Is it rough being under tits this big?" Emily said with a sing-song voice, throwing Melissa's words back at her. "MMMMPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHH" Melissa's angry retorts were muffled by Emily's chest, serving only to hasten her own demise. Emily pulled Melissa deeper into her chest, increasing the potency of her own lethal embrace, making sure to payback her arrogant, albeit dangerous and capable opponent for her earlier attack. "I guess it's hard to respond with a mouth full of tit," Emily said with a smirk.

Within a minute, Melissa was already in a state of delirium, her mind melted to mush by Emily's brutal breast smother hold. Melissa struggled desperately trying to pry apart Emily's arms and break free, but Emily's embrace remained locked and tight through it all. Twenty seconds later, Emily was happily riding through Melissa's convulsions. "Ooh, Melissa, you're close, I can feel it," Emily cooed, savoring every second of it. Ten seconds after that, Melissa's night was over as her body went slack. Unwilling to relent, Emily kept her tits glued to Melissa's face until Melissa was formally declared to be knocked out by the referee.

Lucy Pinder was not about to let Emily's excessive smothering of Melissa go unpunished. Before Emily could even stand up, Lucy barreled into her, knocking her off Melissa and leaving her faceup with her back on the ground. Lucy took advantage of the fact that he she had both taken Emily by surprise and was currently straddling her to lock in a grapevine. With Emily's legs trapped, Lucy began slamming her own chest down repeatedly on Emily's face. Every slam to Emily's face felt to her like a punch from a professional boxer, as the continuous assault left her whimpering. Lucy switched up her assault and began swinging her tits side to side, slapping Emily's face repeatedly as she continued to humiliate her foe. As Emily's face was whipped back and forth, Lucy let out a dominant laugh, throughly enjoying her vengeance.

Satisfied with the pain she had wrought on Emily, Lucy wrapped her arms around Emily's head and pulled Emily deep into her 32H cleavage, locking in CWF's most fearsome breast smother. "This is just the warm-up, Emily. I will subject you to the most devastating smother you have ever suffered for the remaining forty seconds of this round, but you will still be conscious, if just barely. When I play with you in Round 3, you will, however, wish I knocked you out this round," Lucy told Emily sadistically. Within seconds of being trapped in Lucy's chest, Emily realized this smother was unlike any other she had ever experienced. The combined oxygen and sensory deprivation was more intense than even her training sessions with Lindsey Pelas had prepared for. By the time the forty seconds had passed and she was freed, Emily felt worse than she did after two minutes under Melissa's smother earlier in the match.

When Lindsey looked at Emily's face as she walked back to her to rest before the start of the next round she saw a broken woman, something she never expected to see when she looked at Emily. "What happened to you?" Lindsey asked Emily with concern. Emily looked despondent as she simply responded, "I can't survive another round with her. Her breast smother...it's just...indescribable. I've never experienced something worse than that and likely never will." Lindsey didn't even have a chance to respond before the sullen Emily had to walk back to her position on the other side of the ring, far from any help.

"Ready for part two?" Lucy asked Emily with a smirk on her face. Emily's lack of response spoke a million words as the normally confident fighter was couldn't even muster a retort. When the referee signaled for the bell, Lucy went for a simple takedown, and while Emily tried to resist and counter, everyone, including her, knew it was ultimately pointless. Lucy quickly overpowered Emily's weak struggle and locked on another breast smother grapevine.

"You're all mine for the rest of the round, bitch," Lucy yelled at Emily as she pulled her deeper into her conquering cleavage. Deprived of the ability to see anything besides Lucy's cleavage, smell anything besides her perfumed chest, and breathe anything at all, Emily entered a state of delirium faster than ever before. After a minute, her mind was a floaty mess, unable to process anything at all. Lucy lifted her chest up fifteen seconds later, to see the broken shell of Emily Addison barely conscious and gasping for air. "Damn, it took Melissa three full minutes to get you like this, and I've heard it take Pelas just under two and a half. And after all your training, you are on the edge after a minute and fifteen seconds? I guess that's not bad given most girls are long gone by now, but damn. Guess my breasts really are in another league."

Lucy lowered her chest back down so that it hovered just an inch over Emily's face and asked, "hey, Emily, would you say my breasts are the best you've ever seen? That they are a league above anyone else's?" Emily whimpered as she responded, "Y-yes, Lucy. They're the most powerful breasts I've ever seen. Leagues ahead of anyone else. Please just s-stop. Just knock me out." Lucy laughed as she looked to Lindsey Pelas and said, "leagues ahead, huh? Not just a league, but leagues! Did you hear that Lindsey, even your partner thinks my tits are leagues ahead of yours!" Lindsey could only silently fume as she was subjected to Lucy's taunts, helpless to stop her friend's torture.

"Hey, Emily, how about if you worship my breasts, I'll be way nicer to you for the rest of the round? Just kiss them, suckle them, and nuzzle up against them, and you get nice Lucy to put you to sleep," Lucy offered with an air of smugness. Defiant, Emily spat at Lucy, clearly still having a line in the sand that she wouldn't cross.

"I see this little bitch has a death wish. So be it." Lucy plunged Emily back into her chest with four minutes left in the round, and pulled her in deeper than at any previous point in the round. "You've just bought yourself another round of torture, bitch. Yes, that's right. Another six minutes on top of the four left in this match. You might not want to fight for weeks after I'm done with you. I mean after almost fifteen minutes of intermittent oxygen deprivation from me from last round, this round, and the next one in addition to the three minutes Melissa put you under, god knows, we might have put a tittyphobia into you," Lucy remarked with a laugh.

By the end of the third round, when Lucy pulled Emily from her lethal embrace, Emily was in a trance-like state. She had become "jugdrunk", a state similar to that of being "punchdrunk", differing primarily in the manner of inducement. The repeated abuse by Lucy's jugs had reduced Emily to a barely functioning toy for Lucy to play with further and sent a message to anyone who would mess with Lucy that this would be their reward. Lindsey could only watch in horror, knowing that if she interfered to stop it, she would simply be ejected and the torture would continue as is, if not worse.

After four minutes of near continuous breast smothering actions, in the fourth round, with only a couple quick breaks to keep Emily conscious, Lucy lowered her tits back down again, enveloping the face of her hapless opponent, pushing Emily further into her jugdrunk state. With fifteen seconds left in the round Emily began to convulse under Lucy's dominant tits, her end finally approaching. With three seconds left in the round Emily went slack and the referee declared her knocked out. Nevertheless, much like Emily did to Melissa, Lucy kept the perfect seal of her tits against Emily's face locked on tight, wanting to keep the hold on as long possible, knowing that with the round over, she faced no threat from Lindsey. The ref tried to pry Lucy's arms apart and break the hold, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get Emily free. After ten seconds of trying, the ref gave up and instead started counting Lucy out, "1...2...3...4..," before Lucy finally acquiesced and released Emily from her breast prison. "Nighty night, Emily. Sweet dreams," Lucy taunted as she blew Emily and Lindsey a kiss.

Lindsey and Lucy assumed their position ready to go to head to head to determine the winner of this tag team elimination bout. Lucy was far more on-guard this time, aware of the possibility of an overzealous early rush by Lindsey given her actions earlier in the match. This time Lindsey played it safely and elected to go to her striking game. As demonstrated in her fight against Stana Katic earlier, Lindsey was a far more capable striker than one may assume. Lucy, herself a well-endowed capable fighter herself was more than wise enough to know not to underestimate Lindsey here and not assume she was only her best assets. Recognizing Lindsey's striking capabilities, Lucy put up appropriate defenses and counters.

While it certainly took longer than it did against Stana, Lindsey was eventually able to get off the combo of punches she wanted, opening up Lucy's defenses enough to pull her head into a knee strike. Lindsey's knee to Lucy's head left Lucy seeing stars and allowed Lindsey to pull Lucy into a front facelock. With the front facelock locked in, it was as easy as 1-2-3 to pull off the DDT, driving Lucy headfirst into the canvas. Lindsey quickly straddled Lucy and sent her legs backwards to ensnare her opponents legs so that she could put a quick end to the match. Much to her chagrin, Lucy was still capable of resisting her attempts to lock in a grapevine despite the DDT and instead successfully dislodges her opponent.

Lucy took advantage of the fact that she was quicker to get up to fire strikes into the unprotected body and face of Lindsey until she could finally get her defenses up. The moment Lindsey got her defenses up against strikes, Lucy transitioned to a hold based offensive as she lifted Lindsey into a torture rack. As Lucy pulled down on Lindsey's neck and legs to hyperextend her opponent's back, the crowd delighted both in the spectacular hold and the view of Lindsey chest given by her back being violently bent.

As Lindsey struggles became more likely to result in her breaking free, Lucy preempted her opponent and ducked her neck while pushing Lindsey forward in order to set up a backbreaker. Lindsey cried out in agony as her back was slammed onto Lucy's knee, furthering the damage done to her back by the torture rack. Eager to put away the match for good, Lucy climbed the ropes while Lindsey lay prone, clutching her back. Lucy took flight as she went for a diving double knee drop right into Lindsey stomach.

Had it hit, it would have been the end of the match for certain as Lucy could easily have put Lindsey away following it. Instead, she laid on the ground clutching her knees, while Lindsey returned to her feet. Lindsey grabbed a hold of both of Lucy's legs and fell backwards, catapulting Lucy into the turnbuckles behind her. Lucy immediately collapsed back to the mat upon impact, dazed from the collision. Lindsey pulled her just far away enough from the ropes that she couldn't reach them before locking on the grapevine and folding Lucy into her 32F chest.

"For all your talk about having the bigger, better chest, you seem to have forgotten one important thing. You kinda need to get me in there for it to matter. And while mine may be smaller than yours, my breasts are more than big enough and my technique is more than good enough to finish you off quickly, bitch," Lindsey told Lucy. Lindsey glanced at the clock and saw there were still just over two minutes left in the round. "So, we know you're good at applying a breast smother, but I don't think we know how good you at surviving one. Are you excited to find out, Lucy? Two minutes left in the round. Do you think you can make it? My bet is that you'll pass before you can be saved by the bell," Lindsey taunted as she pulled Lucy deeper into her chest and tightened her embrace.

"MMMMMPPPHHHH! MMMMMPPPHHH!" Lucy replied, everything she said completely muffled by Lindsey's chest. "Oh that's cute, Lucy, you think you can talk with my tits basically swallowing your face whole. Besides, if you want to survive your time with my twin orbs of terror, you really should save your breath," Lindsey said with a laugh. Lucy's muffled protests quickly subsided to muffled moans and mewls as she realized the futility of trying to scream into Lindsey's breasts and focused on struggling to break free and conserving as much air as possible while doing so. Lucy's struggles proved as futile as her screams as nothing she did served to help her escape Lindsey's smothering embrace. Lucy quickly began to descend into the delirium so many of Lindsey's victims had faced before and with thirty seconds left in the match, Lucy began to convulse. Lindsey rode the convulsions out and soon thereafter, Lucy was out cold. When the ref came to declare Lindsey the winner, Lindsey shot the ref a glare, conveying a silent message, "don't declare her out until there's one second left in the round – or else." The ref begrudgingly obliged as she let Lindsey continue the smother for the final fifteen seconds of the round until she declared, "Lucy has been eliminated by a breast smother KO, therefore your winners of this tag-team elimination match, Lindsey Pelas and Emily Addison!"

- Submission by NoAirZone

Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Kate Upton/Yvonne Strahovski

"Lindsey and Emily fresh off the previous tag team win against Lucy and Melissa now are in for another challenge as they enter the ring against the famous blonde tag team duo of Kate Upton & Yvonne Strahovski. Lindsey and Emily had been training for this but they knew in this matchup anything is possible, Kate and Yvonne standing in the ring with matching black bikinis as they watch their opponents slide thru the ropes “Well Kate what do you think, two rounds? Or this goes to three?” Yvonne smiles as Kate looks at Lindsey before turning to face her partner “I say two rounds, three if we play with them” Kate grins.. Emily and Lindsey wearing matching blue bikinis as they see the blondes smiling and chatting, “Ok Emily we trained for this and I trained you again with smothers, just take your time and avoid getting trapped like last time” Lindsey assures Emily as they turn and get ready..

“Ok ladies who wants to go first and who wants to wait to get beaten?” Yvonne calls out as moves forward watching Emily not even hesitate as she steps forward, “I’ll take you on Yvonne, unless your scared” Emily fires back as the blonde just smiles, Kate and Lindsey eyeing each other as they exit the ring and the ref declares the match started..

Round 1 starts off fast as Yvonne grabs Emily’s wrists and whips her to the corner, Emily is shocked by her speed before being slapped across her cheek.. “We are going to teach you what happens when you challenge us” Yvonne smiles before driving a knee to her belly making Emily bend over before grabbing her by the hair..The action continues on until Emily lays on the mat worn out as both women have had time with one another, Yvonne having Emily trapped in a headscissor as she groans trying to get free until Yvonne shocks them both and lets Emily go.. “Not gonna knock you out so soon sweetie, lets see if Lindsey wants to beat on by Kate..” The leggy blonde smiles getting up and tagging in her anxious partner as Kate stares across “Come on Lindsey, scared?”.. Emily crawls to the corner and tags in Lindsey who slides thru looking at the bigger blonde in front of her and the bell rings signaling the end of Round 1!..

Round 2 begins as Kate and Lindsey collide, Kate using the size advantage to press down her breasts onto Lindsey’s making her gasp before going for a bearhug.. “I am the great Kate Upton and you are gonna be my toy Lindsey!” Kate barks as Lindsey arches her back as Kate squeezes hard, the bras barely holding together with the sheer force and size of these two chests.. Kate squeezes again and Lindsey’s top snaps as they huge chest is now free making Lindsey cry out loud before kneeing Kate in the stomach shocking the veteran model.. Kate drops Lindsey and they both fall on their asses, Lindsey holding her chest and Kate furious that Lindsey got free.. Lindsey watches as Kate comes forward and slaps her across the cheek once and then pounces on her as Kate is forced to her back watching Lindsey drop her breasts onto her own holding Kate’s wrists as they fight for size dominance, both women equally equipped but soon Kate starts losing the battle as Pelas grinds into her making her groan out.. “Hey Lindsey!” Yvonne calls out making Pelas look up as she watches Yvonne holding Emily in her corner, Kate knows what that was for as she snaps her wrists free and yanks Lindsey off.. Kate soon stands up and drags Lindsey towards the ropes “Wanna do the honors?” Kate smiles as Yvonne slides between the ropes being tagged in as she takes Lindsey by the hair and wraps her thighs around the blondes head squeezing as Lindsey starts whimpering..

Kate was watching  so intently that she didn’t notice Emily by the ropes as Yvonne was showboating and playing with her opponent, Emily quickly tags in and jumps Yvonne as the leggy blonde is taken to the ground as Lindsey rolls out.. “My turn Yvonne, think you can treat us like that!” Emily now on Yvonne’s back as she puts her in a camel clutch stretching her back as far as she can.. Yvonne is in distress now as she flails wildly, finding it so hard to believe the turn of events that have transpired, Emily feels Yvonne’s strength fading as she lets go and turns the blonde over and quickly slides her ass right onto her face as Yvonne squirms but unable to free herself as Kate looks on screaming at her partner to get up but the sounds start to fade fast as Yvonne is knocked out.. Kate is absolutely furious as she waits for a moment and the bell rings..

Kate is furious as round 3 begins, charging Emily as she reaches down grabbing Emily’s ankles and yanking as she is taken off her feet and slammed onto her back. Kate wastes no time and folds the dazed womens body over as she sits on Emily’s face now and starts spanking her hard “This is what you get you worthless bitch!” Kate shouts with each slap.. Lindsey looks on as Emily is fading just like Yvonne was, the thought of being one on one with Kate making her anxious and nervous as Emily soon fades despite trying to push Kate off with her legs... “Ok Pelas! Come on!” Kate shouts as Lindsey enters the ring only to be met by Kate’s body slamming into hers as they pull hair and slap away, Kate is pushed back but catches Lindsey by the arms yanking down as Lindsey collides with Kate’s chest.. Kate has Lindsey on her knees now leaning down as Lindsey’s face is engulfed by the huge chest, Pelas is slapping at Kate’s thighs as the tall blonde suddenly switches position and gets behind Pelas as she sits behind her reaching around grabbing Lindsey’s chest.. “First I'm gonna humiliate you, then I'm gonna celebrate by using your body afterwards..” Kate declares as she squeezes Lindsey’s breasts from behind looking to make a statement, Lindsey sits there as Kate is slowly working her breasts to only one outcome and Lindsey cannot bare to suffer that humiliation.. Kate smiling as Lindsey moans feeling her breasts giving in as Kate starts milking her breasts to Lindsey’s shock and utter humiliation “Now Lindsey its time to finish you off!” Kate smiles getting up and standing in front of the heavy breathing blonde placing her thong covered pussy in front of Lindsey. Pelas only has one instinct and yanks the thong upwards as Kate screams out moving backwards and turning to get to the corner, Lindsey slowly getting to her feet and following Kate now enraged by the humiliation she just experienced..

Kate feels her top come loose as she is quickly spun around and attacked by Lindsey’s huge breasts on top of hers. Both women swinging their chests wildly until Lindsey jumps up and engulfs Kate’s face as the taller blonde mumbles before dropping to her knees in the corner.. Pelas soon feeling she has an advantage at last as she pulls back her breasts and slams her bikini clad pussy in Kate’s face grinding away as Kate reaches upwards only to be pinned to the corner post as Lindsey grinds away. “I AM BETER THEN YOU KATE! I’ll out smother you, outsex you, out ass you, and ill make you my toy with my special strapon if you really want me to!” Lindsey barks feeling Kate weaken beneath her as she whimpers slowly before fading completely under Lindsey’s body.. Lindsey is finally pulled off of Kate as she can’t believe she won, the ref raising her hand in victory as she can barely stand to celebrate... Team Pelas/Addison pull off an extremely close one this time for the win.."

- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen

Amber Heard vs. Emily Addison (Oil Wrestling Match)

"With a win likely vaulting either fighter to the precipice of a Title fight, this was unquestionably the biggest fight of the night. Working in Addison's favor was the added wrinkle of it being an oil wrestling match; made more familiar and inviting by her unique line of work. Mere seconds in, however, it was clear that Addison was outclassed. Amber Heard simply dismantled the hapless brunette; turning her into nothing more than an obstacle for Heard to clear on her way to eventually challenging Hilary Duff.

Emily, a former belt-holder herself, was utterly humiliated, despite the fight being short-lived. Much like Stana Katic in her Title defense against Brooklyn Decker, Amber made it seem as though the two didn't even belong in the same ring, dismantling a seemingly frightened Addison with repeated brutal submissions that left the brunette wilted and writhing at the base of the ropes, unable to cover or flee.

With her message sent to the brass, Heard vultured over the mewling Addison, peeling the drenched porn star out of her tiny, biting microkini and towering over her for an extended examination with visions of extraordinary knockouts and humiliating submissions flashing through her head. Frustrated by the voluptuous brunette's unwillingness to stand and indulge in her high-flying plans, Heard straddled Emily's whimpering upper half and planted her heels on Emily's free, oil-matted locks. After a domineering tit-slap, Emily obediently lifted her wrists to seemingly lock-up with Heard, but instead Amber latched onto her wrists and yanked with all her might. Addison squealed in agony as her upper half was torturously lifted off the canvas, her shoulder-blades nearly a foot off the mat, but thanks to Heard's feet, her scalp remained glued to the canvas in an agonizing Hair Stand submission.

Emily helplessly pedaled and kicked her feet, bucking her naked frame recklessly, but only managing to tear more of her planted roots from her scalp. Finally a hoarse wail signaled the merciful end for Addison, finally being peeled out of Amber's grasp by the official long after her initial submission was viciously ignored. Left in a puddle of oil and tears, Addison no longer looked the part of a Champion as Heard towered over her blubbering, naked frame."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Scarlett Johansson vs. Emily Addison (Sex Fight Title Match)
"Scarlett came into this as the sexfight title holder but she had underestimated her challenger as Emily had thrown her around the champion's bedroom and gotten Scarlett moaning pretty early on. The famous actress would not back down as she got Emily face down on the bed as she kicked the adult star’s legs open and sliding her fingers inside her made Emily lift her head up as she licked her lips. “Come on Scarlett, make it happen!” She moans out as Scarlett is thrown off by the comment, never had she experienced someone who taunted her like this as she was in control.

Emily takes advantage of the situation and bucks backwards sending Scarlett to her ass as she looked up at Emily, “I’ll show you how to do it, now give me that title bitch” Emily smiles yanking Scarlett onto the bed as she lifts her legs and dives mouth first between Scarlett’s legs licking away. Scarlett can’t contain herself as she grips the bedsheets and moans out before climaxing as Emily keeps going until Scarlett once again climaxes and passes out. Emily smiling as she stands up and lays on Scarlett “Now you're mine to play with when you wake up...” Emily grins as the new sexfight title holder."

- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen