Brooklyn Decker
Age: 30
Height: 5'9
Weight: 117 lbs
Bust: 36DD
Hometown: Kettering, Ohio
Record: 9 - 5
Wins: Brooklyn Decker (60%) defeats Kaley Cuoco (40%)
Brooklyn Decker (71%) defeats Emma Watson (29%)
Brooklyn Decker (53%) defeats Jessica Alba (47%)
Brooklyn Decker (60%) defeats Marisa Miller (40%)
Brooklyn Decker (68%) defeats Lindsay Lohan (32%)
Brooklyn Decker (56%) defeats Amber Heard (44%)
Brooklyn Decker (66%) defeats Cali Logan (34%)
Brooklyn Decker (61%) defeats Stana Katic (39%)
Brooklyn Decker (53%) defeats Ariel Winter (47%)
Losses: Alexandra Daddario (59%) defeats Brooklyn Decker (41%)
Kat Dennings (57%) defeats Brooklyn Decker (43%)
Emily Addison (44%) defeats Brooklyn Decker (56%) via RNG
Hilary Duff (52%) defeats Brooklyn Decker (48%)
Kate Upton (56%) defeats Brooklyn Decker (44%)
Rivals: Marisa Miller (1 - 0)
Brooklyn Decker (60%) defeats Marisa Miller (40%)
Kate Upton (0 - 1)
Kate Upton (56%) defeats Brooklyn Decker (44%)
Tag Record: 1 - 1
Wins: Decker/Mawby (79%) defeats Lohan/McAdams (21%)
Losses: Daddario/Moore (55%) defeats Decker/Mawby (45%)
Kaley Cuoco vs. Brooklyn Decker
"Brooklyn pirhouette in stunned shock, clutching her naked bosom with both hands, mouth frozen agape as she wheeled just in time to see Kaley sling her diamond-studded bra over the ropes. In a split second the sculpted actress scooped up her SI model counterpart in an engulfing bearhug, mercilessly cinching her arms around Brooklyn's slender waistline. Decker breathlessly gagged as Kaley locked wrists at the small of her back, Brooklyn's bronzed gams hiking up around Kaley's hips in an attempt to relieve some of the immense pressure.
Brooklyn's larger frame draped over Kaley's shoulders, shoving and clawing feverishly at Kaley's chin hoping to turn her head and break the breathtaking hug. Kaley struggled to keep the squirming blonde under control until finally the obvious rebuttal dawned on the ailing Decker, snaking her arms around the back of Kaley's neck and roping her into a breast smother. Brooklyn's fleshy orbs surrounded Kaley's aghast features, mushrooming against her rosy cheeks and completely devouring her between her cleavage.
Suddenly there was an even more desperate blonde as Cuoco's muffled screams vibrated from between Brooklyn's milky DDs, her arms falling off the bearhug and flailing at Brooklyn's thighs with little success. Like a sack of dead weight Kaley crumbled to her knees with a thud, still trapped like a wounded animal in Brooklyn's anaconda-vice. With her strength waning, Brooklyn sank to her backside with a motionless Cuoco in-tow, wringing her neck once more to ensure she was gone. Brooklyn scoffed as if the outcome had never been in doubt, slinging the limp blonde out of her lap to her backside and hooking her leg for a 3-count pin."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Emma Watson vs. Brooklyn Decker
"'Time to teach you some class and style', Emma exclaimed before the start of the match. It was the last thing she said. The match wasn't beautiful as Emma Watson had no chance to show her wrestling skills. Instead, Brooklyn Decker decimated her at will. Throwing her into the ropes and knocking her down, again and again. When Watson was thrown out of the ring, landing hard on the floor outside, the fight was practically over as Emma's back and head were hurting badly now. Brooklyn threw the English star over the barriers and into the crowd and mocked her: "Not so classy anymore, are you?"
Decker followed her to deliver kicks and stomps amid the vivid fans, who deeply enjoyed to be so close to the stars.
One eye swollen and with a bleeding lip, Emma was dragged back into the ring and then stripped fully nude to the flashlights of thousands of fans.
The pin count was just a formality to end this lopsided encounter. But it wasn't the end. The barely conscious beautiful Brit started to stir and then beg when Brookly started to finger her pussy while kissing Emma's bruised face. Expertly fondling and stroking her until she orgasmed in the middle of the ring, signaling the end of one very humiliating defeat".
- Submission by tr0tz
Brooklyn Decker vs. Kat Dennings (#1 Contender Match)
"The main event of the night has arrived and the winner of this fight will get a shot at the title in the next PPV. The blonde Brooklyn Decker is facing the brunette Kat Dennings, a classic blonde vs brunette fight. Both of them have very impressive breasts that even put fear into Kate Upton. Brooklyn has a clear height and reach advantage, but if things end up on the ground Kat has the advantage by packing an additional 23 pounds over Brooklyn.
Brooklyn Decker is the first to enter the arena and to climb into the ring. Brooklyn is wearing a white bikini and her breasts look very impressive in them. Most of the fans in the arena want to see an all out titfight between these two busty women. Brooklyn hears the wishes of the crowd and smiles at them. She waves her right hand at her fans and shouting at them. “Next PPV I will be claiming the belt and title!”
Kat Dennings is the last fighter of the night to enter the arena. She can see that her blonde opponent is interacting with her fans. She calmly approaches the ring and steps inside. Her breasts almost get stuck behind the middle rope showing how massive they are. Kat’s breasts are hardly contained by her black bikini top and they will most likely pop out during her first move.
The two busty women meet in the middle of the ring and they bump their chests against each other trying to impress and intimidate the other. They both get to feel and compare sizes and they both feel confident they have the better pair. Kat thrusts her breasts forward against and this time Brooklyn doesn’t move and their breasts begin to battle. The fight hasn’t even started yet and they are already giving the audience what they want.
“Your tits will soon fight out mine are superior!” Brooklyn sneers at the brunette in front of her.
“Don’t make me laugh bimbo, mine will crush yours and you will be begging me to stop!” Kat yells back in anger and thrusts her breasts back against Brooklyn’s twins.
The bell rings and Kat wants to continue their breast war, but Brooklyn has other plans. She jumps back and sends a jab at Kat’s head, so that the brunette cannot follow her. Dennings quickly raises her arms to protect her head and she is able to block the jab. Brooklyn takes another step back and now Kat can’t reach her anymore. The blonde quickly sends a leg kick at the brunette and causes Kat to flinch from the impact. The crowd is a little upset that the two aren’t titfighting. Brooklyn however doesn’t care about it, since this is her best chance to win the fight with relative ease. She keeps dancing around Kat sending kick after kick at the brunette’s legs keeping her at a distance.
Kat is able to avoid most of the kicks, but those that hit, hit her hard and she is already starting to feel her legs getting heavier. She has to do something fast and Kat decides to simply charge Brooklyn. So far Decker has only thrown kicks at her and didn’t try to punch her. Brooklyn didn’t expect Kat to simply charge her and their bodies collide. The blonde is forced against the ropes and their breasts smash together. Both of them let out a groan and Kat is the first to react after the impact. She grabs Decker’s wrists keeping them under control. Kat now begins to slam her twins against Brooklyn’s twins.
Decker has to endure attack after attack. Kat’s breasts keep slamming up against hers and both of them are gritting their teeth. The blonde’s knees slowly begin to bend bringing her breasts to the same height as Kat’s twins. The brunette now begins a full fontal assault slamming her jugs hard against those of the blonde. Decker is starting to experience why Dennings is considered a great titfigher.
Brooklyn groans out in pain and she notices that her twins are being pushed back into her chest. Their bikini tops are still containing their breasts, but the moment Kat slams her breasts down on top of Brooklyn’s breasts, both pairs pop out of their holders. The crowd loudly roars when both twins escape their prison at the same time. Kat quickly slams hers back down on top of Brooklyn’s now naked orbs. The blonde lets out another loud cry, but the brunette doesn’t stop.
Kat continues to pummel her breasts down on top of the blonde’s pair and she can see tears are starting to form in Brooklyn’s eyes. Kat has a devilish smile and she slams her boobs back against Brooklyn’s pair. This time Kat doesn’t pull hers back and keeps increasing the pressure on the blonde’s pair. Brooklyn eyes go wide as her boobs begin to mushroom out and she begins to scream in panic. Her proud breasts are getting squashed by the brunette’s twins. Second after second her breasts are pushed back further and further into her chest and the pain is immense, not only physical but also mentally.
“Please stop! Please no more! I submit! I submit!” The blonde cries out in humiliation.
Kat however keeps the pressure on Brooklyn’s tits and the blonde has only one option. She drops down to her knees and her face is now in front of the boobs that crushed her twins. Kat’s hands grab the back of her head and she is forced between them. Brooklyn feebly struggles, but soon enough she is starting to pass out from the lack of air. Kat is breast smothering her and she can forget about claiming the title for now. Kat firmly keeps Brooklyn’s head in place and pushes her breasts forward. The blonde’s face goes deeper and deeper between the twins. Kat feels Brooklyn’s body go limb and she slaps her breasts against the blonde’s cheeks. She is getting no response and pulls Decker’s face from between her boobs.
The crowd goes wild seeing the unconscious blonde and they will be seeing Dennings taking on Daddario in the next PPV. Kat holds Brooklyn’s hair with her right hand and poses with her for her fans. Her left fist is raised in the air and she showing everyone in the arena that Daddario should fear her. Kat lets go of the blonde’s hair and the blonde falls onto her stomach. Kat strips her out of her bikini and takes them with her as a trophy leaving the blonde unconscious and naked inside the ring".
- Submission by Vitezislav
Lindsay Lohan vs. Brooklyn Decker
"The next fight was seen by many as one of the main events of tonight's card. Ranked 2 and 3 in the Flyweight ranking, both women had the chance to get to the sunny spot at the top of the ranking in case Hilary Duff lost. Both wanted to win by any means necessary. Lindsay Lohan went into every fight with confidence and a nothing to loose attitude. But this time, and with only one loss so far, she wanted to make a statement and challenge Daddario for a title match after dismantling Brooklyn Decker. Ok, Brooklyn was taller. But at the same sage, LiLo had a much longer history of catfighting and wasn't ashamed of dirty tricks. Actually, she wasn't ashamed of anything. And so she climbed into the ring with a beer bottle in one hand, taking a last sip before putting it into a corner.
Brooklyn was next. And she was dead serious, ready to win this fight. Angry that the pale, soft redhead was still better ranked than her. "You don't look ready for a fight, drug whore", she insulted Lohan.
Lindsay's smile suddenly disappeared and to the big boobed blonde's surprise, she face-slapped her. Hard. Brooklyn grabbed her aching cheek and then threatened through clenched teeth "I'll make you paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy". Her sentenced turned into a scream as Lindsay had slammed her knee into her pussy, proving her veteran catfighting skills.
She then grabbed some blonde hair and dragged her into a corner. LiLo slammed her opponents head into the corner post, leaving her disoriented. "Better stop talking and start fighting, barbie doll!", Lohan mocked her. Then, she propped her into the corner, went back into the middle of the ring and ran forward to squash her into the steel post.
But the only thing getting squashed were the redhead's own, big tits. Brooklyn had underestimated Lohan, but she was not to be beaten that easily and quickly. Grabbing Lindsay's shoulder straps, she pulled her away from the corner post and in a crowd-impressing move, she started to turn around in a circle, letting Lindsay fly around, only held up by her swimsuit, which stretched. Which let her soft boobs escape, which let her red hair fly. Until the straps ripped, sending LiLo unceremoniously into a corner in a disheveled heap. Her swimsuits in tatters, her hair across her face. And the redhead feeling dizzy, disoriented and sick.
Chants echoed to the arena in appreciation: "Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn"
The adressed one smiled, but she was determined to bring the victory home. She pulled Lindsay up by her long, red hair and put her arms over the top rope. Setting her up as a prey. As her punching bag. Exactly what Brooklyn was using her for the next five minutes, sending uppercuts to her boobies, straight fists to her wobbly belly and then hooks to her face. At the beginning, Lindsay struggled to break free. At the end, she hung there, bruised, her head sinking down, beaten.
One more punch to her face let spit and sweat fly and unhooked LiLo from the ropes. She staggered one step, then fell to the floor of the ring. Through her barely open eyes, she saw two tremendous, sexy boobs lowering down. "No ... no ... stop ... make you pay ... another day", she mumbled defiantly. But her weak voice got silenced when Brooklyn's chest, now free of her bikini, created a closed seal around the redhead face. An impressive, unbeatable tit smother. The finisher that LiLo had planned for Brooklyn when she had gone into the fight full of confidence.
Lindsay woke up several minutes later when the victorious blonde emptied the remains of Lohan's beer over her face. "No ... need that ... let me drink", Lindsay stuttered in a comical way, not yet understanding her situation. "Sorry, I need the bottle", Brooklyn replied, then sat down between the redhead's legs, her red pubic hair in glowing with sweat. "... for this". Then she pushed the head of the bottle right into the slit. And deeper, spreading the loose pubic mound, until everything except the bottle's bottom had been pushed inside.
Then, Brooklyn Decker walked away, through the crowd, enjoying the glory, the fame. "Hilary, you're next!", she shouted several times with her fist raised into the air".
- Submission by tr0tz
Lindsay Lohan vs. Brooklyn Decker
"Lindsay Lohan softly cradles her bare, freckled breasts, hugging her arms against the throbbing, pale flesh. Her throaty, pitiful sobs and doleful, watery eyes almost cause the rabid CWF fans to feel sorry for the fiery redhead. But, as Lohan stumbles forward -- from a failed attempt to blindside her opponent -- and her eyes buldge from the sensation of a pair of arms circling her torso, no one felt sorry for her, especially Brooklyn Decker.
Lohan had spent the entire match attempting to outrun Brooklyn, fleeing from the advancing blonde and, in the process, getting as many cheap shots in as possible. The crowd was fuming at the cowardly display, chanting an array of insults at the Mean Girls star. But, luckily for the fans, and unluckily for Lohan, Brooklyn finally caught the conniving redhead, snagging her up in a tit-popping, rib-cracking, breath-taking bear hug!
Lohan's twins were no match for Brooklyn's pair and soon Lindsay was wheezing and struggling in Brooklyn's grip. Decker released her crushing hold once Lohan stopped squirming, allowing her to slither to the canvas. What followed was proper procedure, stripping off Lohan's clothing, rendering her nude. Decker decided to end things quickly and planted her well-endowed breasts on Lohan's face. Lindsay, unable to breathe, almost immediately tapped her submission.
Decker rises up and looks up at the referee, whom, at the moment, had his hands full. Standing on the ring apron, lifting her shirt up and jumping up and down, was Rachel McAdams, the other half of Lohan's Mean Girls clique. Rachel was watching from the backstage monitor and, seeing her bestie in trouble, ran to her aid. The referee never saw the breast smother, he never saw Lohan tap. The only thing he sees are Rachel's bouncing, bra-clad breasts.
Decker rises up, pushes past the ref, grabs a handful of Rachel's hair and flips her into the ring. McAdams lands ass-first on the canvas and howls in pain. Brooklyn, snatching Rachel by her hair, hauls her up and tosses her in the corner. McAdams juts her chest out as she hits spine-first. Brooklyn snarls, sprints forward, leaps in the air and slams her body into Rachel's. Brooklyn's breasts smash against Rachel's face on impact and, finishing her maneuver, Brooklyn hugs her arms around Rachel's skull, smothering Rachel, as the voluptuous blondes fall onto her back and monkey flips McAdams to the mat, hitting Racel with her signature move: The Double Decker.
The audience's booming cheers turn into alarming boos. Taking the hint, Decker ducks down just as Lohan tries clubbing her in the back of the head. As Lohan stumbled past her opponent, Brooklyn positioned her head under Lohan's swiping arm, setting the redhead up for her finisher: the Brooklyn Bridge! Decker wraps her arms around Lohan's torso, lifts her up and slams her down with a brutal belly-to-back drop, driving Lindsay on her neck and shoulders. While maintaining her grip, Brooklyn bridges her body, pinning the cheating diva for the 3-count.
Brooklyn gets to have a double dose of revenge, stripping a zonked-out Rachel McAdams of all of her clothes. Brooklyn's lips curl in a smirk as she looks down at the Mean Girls. Decker positions Lohan face-up in the ring and kicks her legs and arms wide. Next, she drags McAdmas over and positions her ontop of Lohan in the 69 position, ensuring both women get a face-full of pussy. Decker uses Rachel's discarded clothing to tie their limbs together. Brooklyn gives the knots a few quick tugs, ensuring the sleeping beauties are tied up tight, before sauntering up the ramp. The victorious blonde giggles as she takes one last look at the tied-up sluts in the ring and heads backstage".
- Submission by jdo90
Lindsay Lohan vs. Brooklyn Decker
"Lindsey Lohan has been crushing it lately with three wins and she is confident that Brooklyn Decker will be number four. The sun is shining brightly and the weather is particularly nice today on the beach. The sun is giving off a lot of heat and it surely will be a sweaty battle. Lindsey is standing in the ring adjusting her bikini looking over at her opponent Brooklyn.
Brooklyn looks back at Lindsey and pushes her girls up. She knows that Lindsey is going to be a tough opponent, but Brooklyn is determined to defeat her. Brooklyn wants to fight Kate Upton and show everyone that her twins are the best around. Lindsey's girls are looking amazing, but Brooklyn is confident that she will smother out her opponent today. Brooklyn rubs her breasts together to get them all sweaty for Lindsey.
The two fighters are inside a small beach ring. Lindsey and Brooklyn move towards each other and begin to grapple each other. Their feet are moving through the sand looking for balance, while they tug on each other's shoulders and hair. Neither of them wants to fall down to the ground first and end up on the bottom.
Lindsey and Brooklyn are both moaning and groaning trying to overpower each other. The crowd is cheering them both on and the two seem evenly matched. Brooklyn is the first to get her feet in a good position and places her right foot behind Lindsey's left foot. Brooklyn tugs Lindsey to the side and makes her opponent trip over her foot.
Lindsey lands on her back in the sand and she pulls her blonde opponent down with her. Lindsey is able to roll them both over, before Brooklyn can take advantage of her short lived top position. Lindsey pushes her breasts down on top of Brooklyn's breasts trying to conquer her rival's impressive twins. Brooklyn smiles up at Lindsey and rolls them over in the sand.
Brooklyn slams her large breasts down against Lindsey's boobs. Her opponent lets out a loud groan. Brooklyn quickly smashes her tits back down trying to quickly conquer Lindsey's rack. She can hear her rival moaning and groaning beneath her, as she continues to slam her massive tits down.
Lindsey grits her teeth and grabs Brooklyn's shoulders. She pushes the blonde off her and the two start to roll across the sandy ring. Lindsey's back hits the turnbuckle and they stop rolling. Their sweaty bodies are covered in sand and their bikini tops are no longer containing their beautiful breasts.
Brooklyn stands up pulls Lindsey up with her by her hair. She pushes Lindsey's back against the turnbuckle and thrusts her large breasts forward smashing them hard into Lindsey's breasts. Lindsey lets out a loud groan from the impact and her hands shoot towards Brooklyn's hair. The blonde however manages to catch Lindsey's wrists and pushes Lindsey's arms behind the turnbuckle.
"I am going to wreck you bitch!" Brooklyn hisses at Lindsey.
The blonde drags her large breasts up Lindsey's breasts letting Lindsey feel and see how big her breasts are. Brooklyn slams her tits down on top of Lindsey's twins and everyone can hear the loud smacking sound. A loud cry shortly follows the loud smacking sound and everyone can see that Lohan felt the power of Decker's massive tits.
Lindsey tries to get out of the corner, but her arms are trapped behind the turnbuckle. Brooklyn isn't about to let her go and Lindsey watches Decker's massive twins smack down on top of her again. Drops of sweat are propelled into the air from the impact and Lindsey closes her eyes for a moment trying to deal with the pain.
Brooklyn is being relentless smacking her breasts into Lindsey's girls over and over again. Brooklyn uses different ways to punish Lindsey's rack. She smashes her tits full on into Lindsey's twins dragging her tits up and smacking them back down hard. Brooklyn lowers her chest a bit and slams her tits upwards into Lindsey's twins. Her opponent's breasts shoot up almost smacking Lindsey in her face.
"You are a weak bitch Lindsey! I can't believe that you won so many matches!" Brooklyn taunts her rival.
Brooklyn is really starting to dominate the fight now. She presses her large breasts hard into Lindsey's tits trying to conquer them. Her opponent is trapped against the turnbuckle and Brooklyn is pushing Lindsey harder against it. Brooklyn large breasts are showing their power and start to push Lindsey's defenseless twins back into her chest.
Brooklyn suddenly pulls Lindsey's arms towards her, while taking a step back. Brooklyn throws Lindsey over her hip and Lohan crashes down into the sand. Brooklyn doesn't waste the opportunity this time and jumps on top of Lindsey. She slaps Lohan hard in her face and grabs her wrists. Brooklyn pins Lindsey's arms into the sand and lowers her chest on top of Lohan's chest.
Decker raises her chest up in the air pushing Lindsey's arms deeper into the sand. She slams her massive tits down hard into Lindsey's defenseless pair flattening them under her body. Lindsey screams in pain and humiliation, as she watches her proud rack getting destroyed by the blonde's superior twins.
Brooklyn looks Lindsey in the eyes and wickedly smiles. "Where did your boobs go Lindsey? Did I just make them disappear?" Lindsey sobs under the blonde and tries to hold back her tears.
She had been crushing her opponents, but now she is being utterly humiliated by Brooklyn Decker. She isn't even resisting it anymore and lets Decker abuse her flattened tits.
The blonde is grinding her tits down hard on top of Lindsey's flattened pair. Brooklyn is showing everyone that her girls are the best around. Lindsey is whimpering like a pathetic little bitch beneath her, as she continues to wreck Lindsey's boobs. The crowd is cheering loudly for Brooklyn and they can't wait for Brooklyn's finishing move.
Brooklyn drags her breasts up and down a few more times piercing Lindsey's boobs with her rock hard nipples. Her opponent simply moans in pleasure under her and Brooklyn lets out a chuckle. Brooklyn slowly drags her breasts upwards pushing Lindsey's tits upwards as well. She slowly moves her body up Lindsey's body until her breasts are resting against Lindsey's chin.
"Please don't... ahhh god... please no..." Lindsey whimpers out.
Brooklyn wickedly smiles at the defeated redhead and moves her breasts up. The blonde's massive breasts engulf Lindsey's face and quickly form a tight seal. The sweat helps keeping Lindsey's face sealed between the two beautiful orbs. Brooklyn can feel Lindsey's breathing becoming shallow.
Brooklyn releases Lindsey's wrists and wraps her arms around Lindsey's head and pushes her opponent's face even deeper between her boobs. Lindsey's body is squirming due to the lack of oxygen and she slowly passes out between Brooklyn's superior twins.
Brooklyn keeps Lindsey's face between her tits for almost a minute after Lindsey's body stopped twitching. The blonde is showing everyone that she is a force to be reckoned with. Brooklyn finally releases Lindsey from her hold and she stands up. She places her right foot on top of Lindsey's face and flexes her arms.
"I am the best busty blonde around here and soon Kate fucking Upton will be smothered out by me!" Brooklyn roars out and leaves the sandy ring".
- Submission by Vitezislav
Brooklyn Decker vs. Amber Heard (Title Match)
"The arena was vibrating as tens of thousands rose as one, full-throat as they serenaded their favorite of the two buxom blondes trading crippling blows in the center of the ring without so much as flinching. It's likely any of their fellow Flyweights would have fallen by now, but these two platinum powerhouses remained upright, standing tall despite having taken a world-class beating. It was the towering supermodel that stood just a hair taller, however, as fatigue began to show in her counterpart; an odds-defying Heard finally beginning to wilt under the constant assault she was facing.
Both flaxen beauties stood completely topless, their displaced bras littering the canvas as Amber drunkenly drifted away from their most recent exchange and careened windedly into the ropes. Brooklyn palmed her teardropping double-D's, jiggling her goods for the deafeningly vocal crowd as Amber backpedalled away from what should have surely been her end; a breathtaking tit-smother that she'd miraculously slithered away from. A stream of the actress' drool messily dribbled between Decker's ample cleavage, trailing through the sheen of sweat over her abdomen. A dishevelled Heard huffed and puffed for oxygen as Decker quickly stalked her down, scooping up one of Amber's shuffling stems and pinning her chest-to-chest to the ropes before she could circle away.
Heard helplessly wailed as her spine arched over the top rope, her pert B-cups disappearing beneath Decker's mushrooming pair. Messy strands of hair caked with sweat and mascara strewn across her ailing features, Amber exhaustedly complied as the SI model snaked her bicep over and around the actress' neck and tucked her skull beneath her armpit. Brooklyn then pulled Amber's wrangled thigh to her navel and retreated a half step, forcing the contorted actress to hop awkwardly on her one free leg. Without so much as a warning, Decker artfully hoisted Amber off her tippy toes and slung the folded blonde over her head with a paralyzing Fisherman Suplex. With a stunning explosion the blonde was detonated spine-first into the springy canvas, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as her cranium whipped into the mat in rapid succession. Her arms fell completely slack as Decker athletically held her bridge pin, sensually thrusting her pelvis with each count from the official until it was over.
"And your NEW Celebrity Wrestling Federation Flyweight Champion, Brooklyn Decker!!!!"
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Brooklyn Decker vs. Amber Heard (Title Match)
"In the weeks leading to the pay-per-view, the CWF promoters were tauting the Decker vs Heard match to be a potential contestant for Fight of the Year. These were bold claims for a fight that hasn't happened yet. But the hype certainly helped drive ticket sales. Now, at the final moments of the fight, both women are drenched in sweat, their naked bodies glistening in the spot lights and their tattered clothes littering ringside. The Main Event was, in fact, proving to live up to the hype.
After a heated exchange of blows from both ladies, Brooklyn lands a right jab right between Amber's eyes, stunning the blonde Texan. Decker snatches a handful of Amber's silky, golden hair and whips her into the corner. Heard twists her slender frame around at the very last second. Even in her dazed state, Amber had enough sense to realize that colliding sternum-first with the thinly-padded turnbuckle would be more painful than if she were to hit back-first. Of course, hitting the turnbuckle took a lot out of a fighter regardless how they collide, and hitting it this late in the game proved to be Heard's downfall. Amber's mouth opens and releases an agonized cry. The Texas native juts her chest out and arches her back as she hits spine-first. Brooklyn snarls, sprints forward, leaps in the air and splashes her body into Heard's.
Brooklyn's breasts smash against Amber's gaping face on impact and, with her body sandwiching Amber in the corner, Brooklyn wraps her arms around Heard's skull and pulls her foe's face deep inside the confines of her heaving, naked breasts, smothering the Texan. Amber's legs start to buckle and it's obvious she's beginning to fade. Brooklyn, maintaining the breast smother, raises her knees, places the soles of her feet on Amber's abdomen, and falls backwards. Just before Brooklyn's back hits the mat, she pushes her feet out and monkey flips Heard to the mat, hitting Amber with her signature move: The Double Decker.
The audience is on their feet, cheering the voluptuous blonde as she dismantles her shorter opponent. When Amber's back hits the canvas, she looks like a fish out of water. Heard's slim, nude body flops and writhes on the mat, her skin glistening in a sheen of salty sweat. Brooklyn, deciding to put the Texan out of her misery, scoops her arms under Amber's and lifts her up by her armpits. Amber's ankles wobble and her knees quiver from standing on her feet. Even when Brooklyn ducks her head under Amber's arm and circles her arms around Amber's waist, the battle-worn blonde's dazed, hazy eyes were vacant. Brooklyn lifts Amber up and slams her down with a brutal belly-to-back suplex.
Heard crashes on the back of her neck and shoulders, her body folding up on impact. With her toes almost touching her own head and her legs spread wide, Amber is in a very compromising and unladylike position. This would obviously mortify her if she were conscious, but, of course, she was in a blissful slumber. Decker maintains her grip and bridges her body, pinning Amber's shoulders to the mat, flawlessly performing her finisher: the Brooklyn Bridge! The referee performs an emphatic 3-count and awards Brooklyn with the Flyweight title".
- Submission by jdo90
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
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
Stana Katic vs. Brooklyn Decker (Title Match - Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
"The once-raucous arena had been silenced to a whisper by the frenetic pace of this bloody, barbaric Title fight suddenly grinding to a halt; each spectator almost too anxious to breathe. The suffocating heat of the sun beat down on both fighters as they stood opposite one another, both no more than a few ragged, clinging scraps of leather from being completely naked. An arrogant and defiant Brooklyn Decker postured to her full height, ballooning her massive, heaving bust toward Katic, punctuating her unrelenting dominance of the staggered brunette. Decker's swelling, naked orbs glistened with a light sheen of sweat that coated her sternum, flexing abdomen, and sleek, shaven mound; a stark contrast to her opponent who was dripping with heavy beads of perspiration. Stana, the Champion, was wilting opposite the blonde. Katic dropped heavily to a knee in the sand a few steps from Decker; their latest exchange gutting the brunette thanks to a thunderous knee to her pierced navel. The towering brunette's hazel bulbs stretched wide as she genuflect exhaustedly to a knee, her bare tits gently teardropping toward the ground, fleshily twitching with each breathless gag and gulp for oxygen. A mouthful of blood dribbled from Katic's lips as she struggled to remain propped upright with an unsteady palm, splashing to her bosom as it fell and streaking down her rapidly panting abdomen, finally being lost in the thick, manicured bush of pubic hair shaven above her plump slit.
As Brooklyn's eyes traced up Katic's pendulous, split stems, observing her handiwork, they glanced over the empty leather holster fastened around her slender thigh where Stana's blade used to be sheathed. Both feeling confident in their abilities, the two women had agreed at the beginning of the battle to fight with honor, discarding their weapons and settling this Championship fight with their bare hands only. Brooklyn had thoughtlessly and unceremoniously cast her wooden spear in the center of the sandy arena, trusting the brunette that it wouldn't come into play. But as Brooklyn continued to survey her downed opponent readying her kill, she noticed a flash of steel catching light from the sun as it rose from the sand. With a wicked grin Stana devilishly unearthed her previously discarded dagger and like two bolts of lightning, the two fighters suddenly dashed toward the spear that had been spiked straight up in the sand just between them; Brooklyn looking to even the odds and Stana looking to keep them stacked her own favor.
Now wielding a 6-inch blade, Katic wildly thrust and sliced toward any dangling hunk of flesh she could find; pirouetting through her unhinged swings and clumsily spinning like a top as Brooklyn artfully dodged and kept the reeling brunette at distance. Backing Decker further and further from her spear, Katic wrangled the upper hand despite not landing a single blow. Finally frustrated by her own ineptitude, the brunette hopped forward and slung a handful of sand into Brooklyn's eyes; a furious shriek erupting from the blonde as she was temporarily blinded. Like a flash, Katic closed their gap and followed with a piercing uppercut, driving the blade to the hilt into Brooklyn's heaving underboob. Decker wailed in agony as the shank sunk into her fleshy orb and burst out the other side, spraying a mist of crimson across the sandy pit as it impaled her right breast. Another mist of blood sloshed to the ground as Stana yanked the blade free, palming Brooklyn's pierced orb and rearing back for another furious slash; this time aiming to slice the mound of flesh clean off her sternum.
Despite being partially blinded, the telepathic blonde stunningly snagged Katic's wrist in mid-air, the brunette's hazel bulbs stretching wide in paralyzed shock as their arms quaked, locked with one another in a deadly struggle. Rather than attempting to overpower Katic, Brooklyn spun through a breathtaking reversal, a bone-chilling *CRACK* erupting before a throaty howl burst from Stana's pursed lips. In one artful motion, Brooklyn had parried Stana's reckless strike by catching her wrist, pirouetting, and snapping the brunette's forearm over her turned shoulder. Katic immediately lost control of the blade as her entire limb began to quake and spasm, awkwardly hyper-extended as the steel dagger fell right into Brooklyn's waiting grasp. The brunette's twisted features were already stained with dark mascara as tears welled in the corners of her hazel bulbs, swaddling her broken arm against her naked bosom and awkwardly stumbling away from the callous blonde. Katic's head hung low as she balanced on unsteady footing looking down at her bloodied and broken frame, her sweat-soaked and matted hazel locks that were once neatly twisted into tight braids, now were disheveled and caked with sweat to her temples and forehead. Blood trailed down her useless limb as her heels heavily stamped the sand, drenching her naked bush and mound with crimson. With another athletic leap, the newly armed Decker lurched toward the reeling Katic, cupped the back of her skull, and ruthlessly drove the blade through Stana's slender throat up to the hilt. Stana throatily gurgled as the blade sunk through her windpipe and erupted out the back of her neck, her hazel eyes vacantly fluttering as she remained frozen upright, drowning in her own fluids.
The detached, indomitable blonde pressed her naked frame into Stana's as she ruthlessly kept the brunette on her feet with a callous grip on her braided pony tail and one arm tucked beneath her armpit; locking eyes with the convulsing, sputtering Katic as she began to fade. Stana mewled unintelligibly as Brooklyn's naked frame intertwined with her own, Decker's bosom flattening Stana's B-cups to her sternum eliciting a delicate whimper as the pressure made it even more difficult to breathe. Brooklyn trailed her palm over Stana's quaking mound until a soft coo was felt on her neck, then with a wry smile the blonde hooked one of Stana's pendulous stems and allowed the brunette to teeter and fall to her backside in the sand, catching Stana's ankle as she fell to the ground. Katic continued to helplessly paw and grovel as she sputtered and gurgled on her own blood, her fingers gingerly tugging at the handle of the blade still lodged in her throat as she writhed on her back. Stana's twitching frame trailed heavily in the sand as Brooklyn dragged her to where the spear was still planted in the ground, lifting the wooden spike with a grunt as she kept Stana's thighs parted awkwardly into the splits, one leg folded up beneath her bubbly ass in the sand and the other craning up in the air over Brooklyn's shoulder.
Suddenly Stana let out a hoarse, throaty, deafening; "FFFFNNNggggGGGGGUUUUUUHHHG" as her slender frame buckled and twitched, sickeningly convulsing as Brooklyn bent forward and drove the steel head of her spear into Stana's cunt. The brunette's hips lifted off the ground as her plump, naked slit was mercilessly stuffed until the metal head disappeared into her pelvis. The veins in Stana's throat bulged and buckled as she awkwardly contorted around the wooden pike, her frame stiffening as Brooklyn slowly guided the pole through the entire length of her downed frame, spit-roasting her while she was still alive. The brunette's hazel bulbs rolled into the back of her skull as her mouth fell agape, mewling in agony as the piercing head of the spear slowly tore apart her insides; first ripping through her tight belly, then splitting her sternum, before finally exploding like an alien from just above her clavicles. Katic twitched and gagged for a handful of agonizing seconds before Brooklyn bent down and lifted Katic by her rigid frame, planting the shaft of the spear in the sand so Stana would stand upright. The brunette's head lulled to the side as a crimson drool began to leak from her lips, pooling in the sand below as her buckled corpse pitched and convulsed with a few dying breaths, finally lulling to a stop with her arms and split thighs resting at her sides.
"Your NEW Celebrity Wrestling Federation Champion.....BROOKLYN DECKER!!!!!"
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It took a moment to shake off the intense emotion of the virtual reality immersion experience, but before Stana could even comprehend the brutality with which she'd just lost her belt, she was already being wrangled and stripped by two boorish Lumberjacks. Their groping hands quickly tore through her spandex yoga gear, shredding the material and leaving it balled at her feet as she was tightly shackled, nude. Rather curiously, but at Brooklyn's behest, Katic's right ankle was restrained first, and rather than being hung with her arms over her head, Katic let out a horrified squeal as she was twisted upside down and strung from the ceiling by a single foot, left to dangle until Brooklyn arrived.
"Back where it belongs..." Decker arrogantly scoffed as she stepped through the door with the Title Belt hung over her shoulder, clad in just a baby blue bra and matching panties.
"You got what you wanted, what the fuck is this?!" Katic wailed as she twisted and squirmed upside down in her ankle shackle, seemingly unaware of the post-match stipulations. Katic began to twist and twitch as Brooklyn pulled out a gargantuan, meaty dildo and fixed it around her waist; the brunette mewling as Brooklyn mashed the tip of her rubber cock against Stana's pursed lips, grating the monstrosity against her pearly white teeth as she refused to open up. Looking to entice the fiesty brunette to open wide, she bent forward and grabbed hold of one of Stana's golden-brown nipples, ripping upwards on the tender flesh and nearly plucking the caramel areola off her chest with one ruthless tug. Stana throatily mewled as her pert breast was wrenched and pulled every which way, finally dropping her mouth wide open and begging for her throat to be filled if it meant the end of her breast torture. Brooklyn was happy to oblige as she thrust her hips forward and pumped the bulging shaft down Stana's throat. Katic gagged on the veiny rubber club as its outline protruded from her delicate throat, her eyes glazing over as they filled with tears. The brunette sputtered up a mouthful of drool as Brooklyn finally pulled out, rubbing the drool-soaked tip across Stana's flushed features, smearing mascara and spit across her cheeks before thrusting back down her throat. Stana's body twitched and quaked as Brooklyn kept the shaft pressed deeper down her throat longer and longer with each rhythmic thrust, testing the limits of her lung capacity as Stana continued to helplessly gurgle and gag, the veins in her throat bulging and crackling as she struggled for breath. A stream of drool trailed from the shaft to Stana's slobber-covered chin as Brooklyn pulled out one final time before pumping the dripping shaft back down Stana's throat, filling her mouth with a breathless gurgle. As Stana twitched and convulsed, Decker palmed both of her fleshy, spasming tits, giving the delicious B-cups a tender squeeze before moving her hands to trace Stana's mound. The brunette's frame went rigid as Brooklyn thrust three of her digits into Stana's wet slit, hooking her plump pussy lips and roughly massaging her swollen clit, tugging and fish-hooking the brunette's spread sex until she turned to jelly. Stana's thighs quivered as she sputtered and gurgled below, nearly unconscious as she continued to drown on her own drool below, Brooklyn pumping her digits between her spread lips until Stana's frame began to quake.
Stana's belly heaved one final time before suddenly Brooklyn stopped altogether, pulling the rubber shaft from her throat and removing her massaging fingers from Katic's dripping gash, leaving the edging Katic squealing for more. The brunette whimpered as she peered up at Brooklyn through sweat and drool-soaked hazel locks caked to her flushed features, biting her lip as she non-verbally begged Brooklyn to keep going. Her thighs trembled and shook, calling to Brooklyn, her pulsing, pink slit lusting after the blonde's expertly massaging digits. Without warning Brooklyn recoiled and yanked the Title Belt from her shoulder, callously slinging the steel and diamond-plated belt into Stana's cheek. The brunette hoarsely gurgled as her eyes instantly rolled into the back of her skull, twitching fleshily as she was knocked completely unconscious by the brutal strike. Her naked frame still spasming and hanging upside down by an ankle, Brooklyn removed the strap-on from around her waist and put on the blood-spattered belt. With Katic's thighs lifelessly parted into a revealing spread-eagle split as she hung from the ceiling, Brooklyn arched to her tippy toes and began digging through folds of flesh with the monstrous head of the cock. Having finally found her target, she roughly thrust the bulging shaft up Stana's asshole, cramming until another lifeless twitch shuttered from her dangling frame. A fallen Champion. Could she ever recover from this savage beating?"
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Stana Katic vs. Brooklyn Decker (Title Match - Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
"If you looked at the Vegas odds for this match before the match began you'd be convinced that Brooklyn was the reigning, unbeatable champ and that Stana was a hapless challenger. Quite to the contrary, Stana was the current champion, albeit one few, if any, respected while Brooklyn was the challenger, though generally perceived by most analysts as the greatest flyweight fighter the CWF had ever seen. This dynamic wasn't just visible in Vegas, it was very much visible in the arena as both fighters approached each other to start the match; the blonde challenger seemed liked she had nary a worry in the world and all the airs of a bona fide champion while Stana seemed terrified of her challenger from the get go.
While they circled each other, Brooklyn began her barrage of trash talk, taunting Stana, "are you sure you don't want to surrender now and let me put a painless end to this match? While it is in virtual reality, the neural links they outfitted us in addition to the normal VR tactile suit make sure we feel everything our virtual fighters do. Trust me when I say they work incredibly well and they only turn off once the win condition is met. I can end this painlessly for you now and take my rightful place as the champion or you can make me fight for it. If you choose the latter, mark my words, you will suffer tremendously and live to regret it."
Stana looked at Brooklyn dumbfounded and replied, "how dare you speak to the champion that way?" While the words were strong the delivery wasn't as it came out sounding more like the voice of a whimpering tabby cat than the proud lion a champion ought to sound like. Brooklyn merely smirked, laughed, and then responded with a cold, menacing voice, "well, I see you chose death, then." Stana gulped and took a step back, clearly taken aback by Brooklyn's declaration. On the other hand, after delivering her threat, Brooklyn immediately bounded towards Stana before launching herself like a missile at her foe. Stana, stunned perhaps half a second too long by Brooklyn's words, found herself bent in half by Brooklyn's shoulder as she is brutally taken to ground by the legendary Brooklyn Decker.
"A SPEAR! BROOKLYN TAKES STANA DOWN IMMEDIATELY WITH A SPEAR TO OPEN THE MATCH," yelled Brooke, one of the commentators. "Yes, well, this is about what one would expect when an aggressive fighter gets in the arena with a far less talented fighter in a high stakes match. I expect Brooklyn to keep the gas pedal down and not relent much in her attack with the possible exception for a little showboating," added Dani, the other commentator.
Brooklyn wasted little time as she continued to press the assault, rolling Stana onto her belly. She quickly sat on Stana's back and pulled Stana's arms onto her thighs before wrapping her hands around Stana's chin. "THE CAMEL CLUTCH LOCKED IN BY BROOKLYN, STANA IS IN TROUBLE NOW," yelled Brooke. Dazed and confused, Stana was unable to resist Brooklyn's moves at all before Brooklyn yanked back on her chin ferociously. Stana immediately yelped as the pain in her back and neck rippled through her like a strike of lightning. Stana began tapping immediately, unable to bear the pain, so clearly overwhelmed by the torture Brooklyn was heaping on her she forgot one important thing.
"Am I seeing this right, Brooke? Is Stana tapping? Surely this is early to be tapping in any match, but to be doing so in a match like this is just...pathetic," Dani continued. Brooklyn laughed sadistically as she cooed to her already mentally defeated foe, "Stana, Stana, Stana...don't you remember the rules on how this match can end? You're mine until I choose to end this match for good. You should have surrendered while you had the chance."
Instead of releasing her, Brooklyn took Stana's repeated tapping on her thigh as encouragement to lean back and pull even harder on Stana's chin, amplifying the damage done to her poor neck and back. Stana cries out in agony as she squirms and flails in an attempt to secure her freedom, but unfortunately for her those struggles do little but to embarrass her. "Any fan of Stana's watching here or at home has to be disappointed," Brooke said, shocked by the one-sided affair unfolding early in the match. "Indeed, Brooke, Stana is simply overmatched here. Unless she can mount some clever counters quickly this match will be a question of when and how, not if, Brooklyn takes the flyweight belt.
Eventually, Brooklyn was satisfied with the damage she inflicted with her camel clutch and let Stana's head fall to the mat. Brooklyn hopped to her feet, struck a pose for her fans, and then lifted Stana up to her feet. Brooklyn then whipped Stana towards the arena walls, smiling as she hears Stana groan from the impact of her back slamming into the limestone wall. Brooklyn cupped her chest and asked the crowd "I think it's time for the girls to have just a little bit of fun with Stana, don't y'all?" She then sprinted straight at Stana and leaped into the air, setting up Brooklyn to hit Stana with her trademark Brooklyn Splash, a truly devastating breast-to-face splash. The commentators are left speechless as Stana's face takes the splash head-on, taking immeasurable damage from it as her legs give out and her body slides slowly down the arena wall.
Brooklyn chooses to arrest this fall, however, as she grabs the barely conscious Stana under the arms, pulls her up slightly, and turns her around so she is facing the wall. Brooklyn slips her right hand around Stana's right thigh while slipping her left around Stana's chin. "OH NO, BROOKLYN IS GOING FOR A TORTURE RACK! STANA'S BACK DOESN'T STAND A CHANCE!" Brooke yelled as Brooklyn lifted Stana onto her back and began pulling down hard on Stana from both her neck and her thigh, bending Stana's back brutally. Stana's agonizing shrieks pierced the eardrums of all those in attendance, but to Brooklyn the shrieks sounded like a wonderful melody, or perhaps a world class orchestra that she, through her violent holds, was the conductor of. Stana's eyes were filled with tears as she tried tapping again, this time to jeers from the crowd, derision from the commentators, and laughs from Brooklyn. "How on earth did a dumb, weak fool like you become champion? You know you can't tap right, so why do you even try? Do you think I will show you any mercy?"
Brooklyn ignored the tap as she continued squeezing for another twenty seconds, before demonstrating her incredible strength and technique that made her the top fighter in the entire flyweight division as she switched her grip on Stana, spinning Stana off and around her neck before slamming Stana viciously onto her knee in a vicious backbreaker. Once again speechless and dumbfounded by Brooklyn's ruthless display, the commentators watched silently in awe, as did the fans, as Brooklyn rolled Stana's body off her knee and onto the arena floor.
Over the course of the next twenty minutes, Brooklyn subjected Stana to painful hold after painful hold, as she moved from targeting her opponents back to just about every other body part and joint Stana had. By the end of it all, Stana was somehow an even more broken and whimpering mess than she was after the torture rack and backbreaker slam, a feat that seemed impossible at the time. Satisfied she sent the message she wanted to, not just to the flyweight division, but to the entire CWF, namely that she is not only the best flyweight fighter but one of the best CWF fighters regardless of weight class, Brooklyn begins to make preparations for the end of the match.
With Stana weak and unable to mount even a token resistance, Brooklyn started her preparations by grabbing a bunch of thin, but strong wire from the weapons rack and bringing it back to where Stana remained laying. "Nighty night, forever," Brooklyn cooed as she lifted up her sports bra and pulls Stana's face into her chest with one hand while using the other to roll back down her top, trapping Stana's face in her buxom prison. Brooklyn then takes one of the wire strands and wraps it around her torso, just above her chest, ensuring the top of her sports bra remains flush with skin, preventing Stana's head from sliding upwards and out of the confines of the sports bra. After tying off the first strand she then wraps a second wire strand around Stana's neck and her torso, at the very bottom of her chest, ensuring that Stana's head can't escape downwards either.
While Brooklyn ties Stana to herself, she enjoys feeling the whimpering moans that escape Stana's lips, knowing that her breast smother is devastating her opponent and draining her of her last drops of air. Brooklyn quickly finishes up the wire tying job by tying their torsos together and by lifting Stana's legs up around her hips and then tying Stana's legs together in that position. Finished with the setup work, Brooklyn walk to one of the staircases leading from the pit to the arena stands and starts to walk up the stairs while carrying Stana's rapidly fading body with her. Once she makes it to first row, she turns left and stands on the edge of the arena wall.
"Are you all ready for me end Stana's night in this arena permanently!?!" Brooklyn yelled to the crowd. The crowd responded with a massive uproar of approval while the commentators both expressed their confusion as to what Brooklyn was planning on doing here. Dani asked perplexedly, "Is she just going to smother her opponent out with her opponent's face trapped in her sports bra? Or does Brooklyn have something more sinister up her sleeve? If the former, why does she need to ascend the arena steps...and if the latter, what's the plan now that she's there?"
Those question were answered as Brooklyn jumped off the 12 foot high arena walls, driving Stana's head directly into the hard arena floor below, while maintaining her breath-stealing, life-draining, soul-sucking breast smother. Stana's croaking, muffled screams of agony from the impact caused Brooklyn's heart to flutter as did the immediately following convulsions. the crowd rose to their feet and gave Brooklyn a standing ovation, celebrating not just her victory, but the dominant way she won, especially the finisher. Despite having sent Stana's virtual form to the afterlife, Brooklyn laid on top of her, breast smother still intact, for an hour extra just to rub in her victory and soak in her return to the position of CWF Flyweight Champion! "Future challengers to Brooklyn's primacy beware, the same fate may meet you!" Brooke warned before signing off."
- Submission by NoAirZone
Stana Katic vs. Brooklyn Decker (Title Match - Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
The digital holograms of Stana Katic and Brooklyn Decker warped onto the battlefield -- the Gladiatrix arena. Their lithe bodies are scarcely garbed in white togas. Just like the fighters, the arena was also digital, built entirely out of pixels. But that didn't make this match any less brutal for the competitors, all of whom felt as if they were actually standing on the hot, blood-stained sand covering the ground. Both women knew what was at stake -- the coveted golden belt -- the Flyweight Championship.
The CWF exec's apparently spent a good amount on producing a realistic setting for this inaugural event. The digital stadium didn't digitize to a new structure at the beginning of every fight. Instead, it reflects the previous battles that had taken place earlier in the day. Anytime a drop of blood was spilled, that blood drop wouldn't disappear at the start of the next fight. The battlefield, as well as the stone platform and columns within it, reflect the chaos of the fights beforehand.The massive stone columns that once stood erect, surrounding a raised stone platform, are now reduced to rubble, with exposed rebar jutting skyward. The stone steps leading to the platform are chipped and speckled with blood and clumps of hair. The coarse sand blanketing the stadium battleground is stained crimson and the weapons that were used by others now lay broken on the ground.
Katic, although the reigning, defending Champion, appeared timid, nervously shifting her bare feet, her wide expressive eyes nervously darting around, doing anything to avoid eye-contact with the blonde bombshell standing before her. Many people, professionals and fans alike, were betting for Brooklyn to demolish the lanky Champion and it's safe to say, after witnessing the opening minutes, their bets were safe. Katic, instead of facing her foe, made a beeline for the nearest intact weapon she could find. The reigning Champion's darting eyes land on the hilt of a sword protruding out of the sand. She sprints across the arena, her bare heels kicking up clouds of red-tinted sand with Brooklyn chasing behind. Stana, like a baseball player running for home plate, drops down and slides across the sand, her hand reaching out and snatching the hilt of the sword. But, to her dismay, they were all damaged beyond any use.
Once Brooklyn finally caught up with the cowardly Champ, things went downhill for Katic very quickly. Within minutes Stana was stripped nude and beaten to a pulp. Blood trickled from her forehead, down her nose and onto her exposed breasts, giving the Champion a gruesome crimson mask. Curling her fingers into a thick clump of blood-stained hair, Decker hauls the whimpering, wounded Champion to her bare feet and hauls her up the broken stone steps leading to the raised platform in the center of the ancient Colosseum. Brooklyn casually walks to the far edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the destroyed rubble beneath her. Concrete and stone lay 6 feet below her. Old, rusty exposed rebar juts out of the destroyed concrete, standing tall above the rubble, just like Brooklyn. The busty blonde drinks in the surging feeling of power coursing through her body. She breathes in the hot air, allowing this moment to wash over her -- in a few minutes she will be the new champion. But the hair wrapped around her fist suddenly pulls tight, followed by a pathetic squeal from Stana, turning Brooklyn's attention back to the task at hand.
"Where do you think you're going?" Brooklyn snaps as Stana tries to squirm away, pulling futilely against Decker's wrist. "Let goooo of meeeeee!" Katic whines, sounding less like a champion and more like a scared little girl. "You're PATHETIC!" Decker snarls, lifting her foe's chin, the two staring eye-to-eye. Stana's eyes were practically vacant, her mascara-smeared eyelashes trying to bat away the thick cobwebs trapping her body and mind. Tears well in Stana's eyes and slowly trickle down her swollen face. She can barely stand, drunkenly swaying, her bare feet slipping on the hot, sand-dusted stone as if the platform were made of ice. With her fist still wrapped tightly with Katic's hair, Decker slams her knee into Stana's belly, forcing Champion to hunch over at the waist. Her bronzed frame sags and wilts as Stana stares at the surface of the platform, sucking and wheezing for air.
Decker uses Stana's hair to jerk the brutalized brunette's skull between her towering tan thighs. Stana's sun-kissed legs wobble, her heels unsteadily skating apart causing her sweat-soaked labia to flirtatiously peek out from between her slender, spread thighs. Brooklyn bent over, resting her massive breasts on Katic's bent spine, and wrapped her arms around Stana's heaving, firm abdomen. The blonde bombshell roars as she rips the doubled-over brunette up by the waist and hoists the lanky brunette up over her shoulders! Brooklyn, mirroring a move she previously annihilated the Champion with, places Stana in a flawless Widow's Peak position. "Remember this position?" Decker smirks, "I told you, during the lumberjack match, that what I did was only a preview. Just wait until what I have in store for you this time, honey!" Brooklyn growls, carrying Stana like a backpack to the edge of the platform. Katic clumsily squirmed as her stark nude frame was arched against Decker's bowing spine; her chin blindly hooked and pointed skyward, her skull pinned against Brooklyn's shoulder, her split ankles resting on opposite sides of the blonde's hips.
Taking a deep breath, Brooklyn leaps off the platform, soaring through the sky, and lands ass-first on the blood-spattered ground. With stunning precision, Brooklyn dropped the mewling brunette into a crippling Widow's Peak; Stana's head slings forward as the back of her skull slammed against Brooklyn's shoulder. A sickening squelch erupted from between Stana's split thighs as Brooklyn impaled the sniveling brunette pussy-first onto the jagged rebar. Three feet of the rusted, thick, gnarled metal rod disappered, stabbing inside her tight slit, causing her labia to bulge out. Stana's kneecaps collided with the shattered stone and concrete below, rendering her legs useless, not that it even mattered at this point... she was done for. The brunette's arms flew outwards as her bare sternum violently convulsed. Katic's hazel eyes were popping out as tears streaked through the mascara and specks of blood smeared across her puffing cheeks. Her face was frozen in shock, reminiscent of Edvard Munch's masterpiece painting, "The Scream". Brooklyn, for her part, had painted a masterpiece herself, using Stana Katic as her canvas. Blood began trickling from the corners of Stana's gaping mouth and faint gurgling sounds bubbled from her throat.
Brooklyn rises up, brushing sand off her ass before turning around, and sees Stana brutally impaled on the rebar, her frame stuck in the reverse cowgirl position. Wanting to see the look in her foe's eyes, and wanting to cause as much pain as possible, Brooklyn grabs Stana by the shoulders and cruelly spins her around until they are face-to-face, twisting Stana on the gnarled metal as if she were threading a nut on a bolt.
Katic momentarily stiffened on her haunches before teetering backwards. As she leans back, the rebar is visibly outlined against her skin, showing that it tops out at her sternum. Stana lulls forward, her naked, impaled frame flexing with spasms and convulsions. The broken beauty remains propped up on her haunches with the paralyzing, deadly rebar shoved halfway up her insides. Katic's arms go completely limp, falling at her sides, her fingers sporadically twitching.
Stana's devastated frame eventually stops swaying and the gargling in Katic's throat transforms into sputtering clicks and rattles. Decker watches with sadistic glee as Stana's eyes stop blinking and stare, wide-eyed, ahead. Her hazel pools no longer sparkling with tears, dry and empty. Her lifeless body is propped up by the rusty metal filling her guts. "Fatality," Brooklyn quips, flicking her fingers against Stana's forehead before their surroundings disappear and their digital holograms fade away."
- Submission by jdo90
Brooklyn Decker/Demi Rose Mawby vs. Alexandra Daddario/Mandy Moore
"Despite inflicting a fractional amount of her desired revenge in their most recent tag victory, Alexandra Daddario was still reeling from the loss to Kate Upton that cost her the Bantamweight belt. While it wasn't Upton sneering opposite her, it was another buxom, arrogant blonde that needed a decent trouncing. And Alex was primed and eager to deliver.
While Daddario had enjoyed a decided advantage over Brooklyn in their one-on-one tussles, her partner Mandy Moore had her hands (and mouth) full of Demi Rose Mawby on the sidelines. Demi had rescued her partner countless times already, and each time she interfered, a floundering Mandy was forced to try and answer. Like a pestering fly that Alexandra simply couldn't snare, Demi helped Brooklyn kick out of a handful of deadly pins and submissions with relative ease, and it was becoming painfully obvious that at some point Alex would need Mandy to handle Demi so she could secure the victory for their team.
The most recent chaotic exchange had seen Alexandra twist and wrench Brooklyn into a crippling Torture Rack, nearly snapping the wailing blonde's spine as she paraded around the outskirts of the ring. With all four fighters having been rendered topless already thanks to the catty action, and Brooklyn having lost her thong bottoms to boot, Alex's backbreaker was a breathtaking sight to behold. The blonde's lithe, muscular frame jolted and rippled as she squirmed in Alex's commanding grasp, her freed tits quaking with every tug and arch of her fragile spine. Just as it appeared as though Brooklyn was ready to rap her submission across the actress' forearm, Alexandra let out a throaty growl as Demi once again slid through the ropes and whipped a gutting forearm between Alex's thighs. Daddario's heavy tits swayed and jiggled as she fell to her knees, the backbreaker dissolving and allowing Brooklyn to crumple to the canvas. The brunette howled as she cupped her pulsing kitty, drooling as she slumped to all fours. In a flash Mandy was in the ring shielding her partner, but she'd done little to intimidate Demi to this point. With a wry smile seeping across her lips as if this was what she wanted all along, Mawby gripped Mandy's loose locks and slung the wailing singer through the ropes. Moore hit the concrete below with a sickening clap of flesh, her gangly, towering frame left in an awkward, twisted heap as her naked bosom sloshed and twitched with unconscious convulsions.
Rather than putting her boot to the throat of the wilted former-Champ, Mawby instead sought out the easier prey, bounding through the ropes and scooping the mewling Moore up to her feet. Mandy's puddly frame swayed and sloshed as she was straightened back up on her heels, before being awkwardly partially slung over the top of the barricade separating the fighters from the ravenous crowd. Mandy's vacant bulbs began to flutter open as her abdomen was arched over the steel barricade, her legs still grounded on Demi's half of the wall, her exposed tits violently groped by the throngs of onlookers as Demi postured up in front of her.
"Fuck off, move, step aside!!" She furiously barked, palming her own massive tits and readying for a breast smother that would end Moore's night. With Moore's bowing spine awkwardly slumped over the waist-high barricade, Demi straddled the singer's frame and effortlessly eclipsed Mandy's gurgling features, engulfing the spasming Moore with her freed tits. Mandy's swelling breasts were flattened to her sternum as their pancaking bodies melded into one, furious squealing and squirming erupting as Demi locked in her smother with an arm snaked around Moore's skull.
"Wait--what the fuck?!" Demi suddenly snarled, shocked as Mandy stopped attempting to pull away from their sweaty embrace and instead locked her wrists behind Demi's back, holding her in place as if Moore was the one trapping Demi. It was only then that Demi wheeled to see Alex mid-ring, positioning her disheveled partner for a night-ending DDT.
"Welcome to the big leagues, blondie. Now take this lesson back where you belong..." The former Bantamweight Champion venomously hissed, bending Brooklyn's sagging frame at the waist and tucking her dipped head beneath her armpit. Brooklyn's smooth, plump pussy lips peeked out from between her thighs as they gently eased apart, breathlessly whimpering as Alex hung her upright by the neck. Without warning, Alexandra took a brutal seat and drilled the top of Brooklyn's skull square into the mat, knocking the model out cold. Brooklyn's heaving, swelling tits mushroomed out from beneath her slender abdomen as each limb was strewn to an opposite corner of the ring, the canvas quaking as Demi looked on in horror. With Brooklyn still awkwardly twitching and spasming, Alex rolled Decker to her backside and pretzeled her spasming frame into a revealing pin, all while Mandy kept a distraught Mawby locked in her deteriorating embrace."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Brooklyn Decker vs. Hilary Duff (Title Match)
"The sellout crowd was frozen in stunned silence as the radiant, dominant, insatiable Flyweight Champion found herself drawing on energy reserves that she'd likely never needed to this point in her career; searching the depleted caverns of her body for something, anything that might save her from the diminutive dynamo that was running her ragged. Decker was unquestionably the best of the best, a fighter who'd scarcely broken a sweat in any of her Fly bouts; her only losses coming at the hands of some of the most dominant Bantamweights in the entire league. But tonight, she had been utterly dismantled.
The lithe, glistening Texan standing over Brooklyn had been surgical in her assault, ripping Brooklyn across the ring incessantly to tire her out, locking up with the blonde at every opportunity to figuratively and literally flex her superior muscles, torturing the swimsuit model with her mighty, rippling lower stems. Hilary Duff's tight frame was simply proving too compact and chiseled for the buxom blonde to crack, no matter her efforts. Decker had been stripped completely bottomless, her slick, waxed mound only occassionally peeking out as she writhed in agony on her belly, face-down on the canvas from the latest in a series of torturous holds applied to her slender, splintering spine. Miraculously, her massive, panting bosom had remained covered the entire fight despite being carelessly wrapped in a tiny, suffocating microkini. In a mirroring contrast of their disparate frames, Duff towered over Decker totally topless, proudly puffing out her modest chest as Brooklyn and her seemingly invulnerable double-D's crumbled at her feet.
As Decker blindly twisted and writhed, clutching the aching small of her back from Hilary's most recent Torture Rack, Duff stepped up to the blonde's hip. Skipping the theatrics and displaying an impressive bit of savvy and acumen, Hilary went for the kill, opting not to play around with a fighter as dangerous as Decker. Planting the ball of her heel against Brooklyn's curled spine, Hilary twisted her left hand around a clump of the mewling, sputtering blonde's golden locks, and clamped her right around Decker's nearest ankle. With a throaty shriek, Hilary artfully dropped into the splits, simultaneously ripping back with both arms, snapping Brooklyn's spine with a ruthless Full Split Bow and Arrow.
The Champ was instantaneously debilitated by the jarring, sickening impact, her frame snapping into a contorted "V" at the delicate small of her back. Decker's mouth fell agape as if she'd just been run through by a blade, a single tear streaking down her cheek as she hoarsely yipped, the crippling jolt slinging her heaving tits free of their heroic cups, fleshily jiggling as they jut toward the front row, her abdomen bent awkwardly in half. Treating the devastating drop more like a slam finisher than a submission, Hilary only felt it necessary to give her two reins one more callous tug before allowing Brooklyn to slide out of the hold. The blonde throatily whimpered as her broken frame slowly unfolded from the inhuman shape it had been contorted into; her long, painted lashes fluttering as she stared vacantly into the rafters, completely paralyzed on her back. After taking a moment to preen herself, Hilary slid over the motionless blonde, flattening her naked bosom to her sternum, momentarily deflating Brooklyn's heroic pair and squashing the fleshy twitches that rocked and pitched her frame. The 3-count was a formality, but the thigh-splitting pin was simply the icing on the cake for a joyous Duff. Looping her free hand down between Brooklyn's spread thighs, Hilary hooked one of the blonde's motionless stems and curled it to her chest, parting Decker's cheeks and making sure the broken, spread-eagled Champ never forgot the night she lost her belt.
"And you NEW Flyweight Champion; HILARRRRRRRYYYY DUUUUUUUUFFFF!!"
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Kate Upton vs. Brooklyn Decker (Skin-to-Win Match)
"When this match was booked it was instantly billed as one of the most hyped matches the Celebrity Wrestling Federation had ever seen, up there with the titanic Kate Upton vs Alexandra Daddario fights as the world famous rivalry, fought across numerous federations, including a recent title bout in the CFWA in which Brooklyn emerged victorious. Despite that recent win, as always, everyone predicted this fight would be close and could go either way. This match was full of twists which made it an even more electric environment. One, the match was in a cage that, after the fighters had entered, could not be unlocked until a fighter defeated their opponent and the only way to win was via a valid 10-count pin. Two, this was an "anything goes" match. Three, this was a "skin-to-win" match which meant no valid pin could be recorded unless the pinned fighter was stripped completely.
Those predictions turned out to be true for the first 20 minutes of a brutal back and forth battle between the two elite fighters as they dueled for the win. Brooklyn took a slight early lead after stripping Kate of her top 15 minutes into the fight and 5 minutes later had Kate exactly where she wanted her after Brooklyn's brutal power bomb left her rival laid out on the mat.
Unfortunately for Brooklyn, things took a turn for the worse after a missed moonsault turned into a brutal assault by Kate in response. Taking advantage of Brooklyn's mistake, Kate quickly climbed back up to her feet as adrenaline rushed through her, rejuvenating her tired body as she delivered multiple quick stomps to Brooklyn's belly before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up into a bent over standing position.
"Get ready to say hello to the canvas again, bitch!" Kate snarled as she displayed her incredible strength, lifting Brooklyn up perpendicular to the ground in a perfect position to deliver a tombstone piledriver. Kate dropped to knees, spiking Brooklyn's head into the mat ferociously as her hatred for her blonde rival consumed her. Brooklyn's body fell to the canvas lifelessly as she laid there spread-eagled.
As she climbed onto Brooklyn's prone form, Kate grinned venomously as she slapped Brooklyn's face back and forth until she got more and more responsive. Once satisfied, Kate laughed and said, "bet you regret stripping my top off now," as she lowered famous 34DD chest onto Brooklyn's still mostly dazed face while locking on a grapevine. "Wha--MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH!" Just as Brooklyn was about to speak her voice was muffled by Kate's breast smother, which only prompted more trash talk from the current CWF Champion. "Bet you regret issuing that open challenge to me now don't you?" Kate asked with a laugh full of malice. All Kate heard was "MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHH! MMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH! MMMMMPPPHHH!!!!" as Brooklyn tried to reply while trapped in Kate's impressive cleavage.
"You want to be trapped deeper in my cleavage? Is that what I heard? No problem, Brooklyn, I can do that for sure!" Kate replied in a mocking sing-song voice as she pulled Brooklyn deeper into her terrifying smother. With her mouth and nose pressed against Kate's sternum, the rest of her facial features engulfed by Kate's bosom, and her air supply and strength being rapidly drained, Brooklyn knew she was in deep trouble. Struggle as she might, in her weakened state she couldn't break her head free of Kate's grip on her head and after multiple attempts tapped on Kate's biceps to signal her submission as she gave up her struggles and admitted defeat.
And then she tapped again. And again. And then multiple rapid taps in a row. Her lungs were on fire as her mind entered a state of delirium from oxygen deprivation as the breast smother sent her into true sensory overload. Brooklyn's confusion turned into panic as Kate laughed and said condescendingly, "oh, Brooklyn...don't you remember this match only ends via pin...and while you are pinned to the mat right now...you still have your clothes on and this is a "skin-to-win" match." Her mouth curled into a cheshire grin, "and our fun is just getting started." And as the panic consumed Brooklyn, fear of Kate Upton's tits conquered her every thought. And then a few moments later her mind went blank, knocked out for the first of what was sure to be many times that night in front of the raucous CWF crowd..."
- Submission by NoAirZone
Brooklyn Decker/Demi Rose Mawby vs. Lindsay Lohan/Rachel McAdams
"Another underperforming pair hit the mats as Brooklyn Decker and Demi Rose Mawby looked to one-up Kate Upton and Yvonne Strahovski with an even more impressive victory to bring them right back in the Title mix. After watching Upton work, you'd think a more extraordinary and dominating win were impossible, but you'd be dead wrong. Not even needing a single tag, the disgraced Flyweight Champion was able to dismantle the free-falling Lohan, picking her apart with deadly precision before laying out the spasming redhead with a thunderous Vertical DDT. McAdams could do little more than shield her eyes as she watched her partner twitch and spasm in the center of the ring; a single paralyzing glance from Decker enough to keep her from sliding into the ring and contesting the speedy pinfall victory."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Ariel Winter vs. Brooklyn Decker (Tits 'N' Ass Title Match)
"Most people assumed after Brooklyn lost her Flyweight title to Hillary Duff in embarrassing fashion and then was broken, humiliated, and smothered unconscious repeatedly by the great Kate Upton in PPV 48 that she would never fight again.
"Most people assumed after Brooklyn lost her Flyweight title to Hillary Duff in embarrassing fashion and then was broken, humiliated, and smothered unconscious repeatedly by the great Kate Upton in PPV 48 that she would never fight again.
After all, Kate used her to send a message to every would be challenger what could happen by abusing the rules of the skin-to-win match to apply an extra hour of torture to her opponent, subjecting her to endless amounts of painful submission holds and breath-absorbing smothers.
Despite that, much to everyone's surprise, right before PPV 52 was set to be announced, Brooklyn demanded a spot in a match with a belt at stake. This stunned everyone as due to the damage done by Kate Upton, she was still on the Commissioner's Medically Unable to Fight list. Nevertheless, the Commissioner obliged and gave her a fight against the undefeated and current Tits n' Ass champion: Ariel Winter.
Given Brooklyn's state coming into the fight and Ariel's recent dominant run, including a victory of Brooklyn's stablemate Lindsey, most fans predicted that Brooklyn would get utterly slaughtered and breast smothered unconscious in the first round of the fight. With each round of this unlimited round fight only lasting 5 minutes, it'd be impressive if Ariel could pull it off against the legendary fighter, but if anyone could do it it would be Ariel, and if it could ever happen at any time now would be it.
Those CWF fans who bet on a first round breast smother KO victory for Ariel jumped for joy as after an unfortunate slip mid-strike by Brooklyn, not only did the surprising early advantage she had built up evaporate, but she found herself in Ariel's fleshy embrace!
"Oh Brooklyn, you never should have challenged me," Ariel cooed as she pulled Brooklyn deeper into her cleavage. "What Kate did to you will seem like nothing after I smother you unconscious repeatedly in my post-match victory celebration. Her pictures dominating you basically took up the entire issue of the CWF magazine the week after she crushed you. I intend to do the same and let the CWF know the old guard is dead and I am here to take what's mine," Ariel continued sadistically.
Trapped in a grapevine hold and with Ariel's seemingly unbreakable grip on her head keeping her face glued to Ariel's breasts, Brooklyn knew she was in dire straits as she tried to break free of this hold.
After about 15 seconds of writhing underneath Ariel, desperately trying to squirm free while pulling on Ariel's arms, Brooklyn let her hands fall to her sides and simply laid on the mat like a ragdoll. Ariel smirked as she noticed Brooklyn's struggles subside, "oh did the washed up has been give up? Well that's too bad. Surrendering early won't get you any mercy!"
Brooklyn knew that her only hope of winning this match and escaping the punishment Ariel promised to visit upon her was to pray she would be saved by the bell. With Ariel's breasts forming a near-perfect seal against her mouth and nose salvation couldn't come soon enough.
After another 25 seconds though her prayers were answered as the bell rang and Ariel lifted her breasts off of Brooklyn's face. "Oh, you poor thing. I thought you would only have to meet my ass during the post-match humiliation, but now I think I'll smother you both ways during our fight. How the might have fallen, my little smother slut," Ariel taunted with a cocky laugh.
After a 30 second break, both fighters came back together, with Brooklyn looking slightly worse for wear, but still with a lot of fight left in her. The second and third rounds were surprisingly boring as Brooklyn managed to keep her distance and weaken Ariel with a few slams and outside of a counter that resulted in a short-lived stink face, managed to avoid anything too bad.
Everything changed in the fourth round though, when Ariel thought she had caught Brooklyn less than 40 seconds into the round after hitting her with a kick to the gut. "You fool, all you did was prolong your suffering, Brooklyn. You got to see my stink face, now get to see a power bomb and a long, long breast smother before your humiliation begins, bitch," Ariel snarled. As she lifted Brooklyn up into power bomb position, Ariel taunted, "welcome to hell!"
But before she could get Brooklyn nice and snug on her shoulders, Brooklyn swung her body and brought Ariel with her as she hit her with a hurricanrana! Brooklyn snapped her legs down as she hit the canvas, spiking her foe's head right into the mat. Ariel looked glassy-eyed, stunned by the way the tables had turned on her.
Brooklyn rolled Ariel on top of her body, locking her legs around her opponents ribs in a brutal body scissor while pulling Ariel's head down into her famous rack. "Night night, rookie. Never forget that this is my league and my world; you're just living in it," Brooklyn growled as she crushed Ariel's ribs, eliciting yelps of agony from the young fighter that were muffled by the legendary breast smother Brooklyn was so famous for.
The crowd gasped in shock as the undefeated upstart flailed hopelessly in the smother hold, unable to escape. The round timer showed 2:45 and every fan in the room knew with Brooklyn's breast smother in place, Ariel had no hope, and with the scissor helping, it wouldn't even take half that.
"MMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH" Ariel moaned into the smother as she tried to submit to Brooklyn's hold. "What did you say? I can't hear you Ariel!" Brooklyn yelled with delight, much to the joy of her fans as they watched her triumphant return.
"I-MMMMPPPPPHHH-subMMMMMPPPPHH" Ariel tried to scream her submission, but even then not all of it was audible. With only 30 seconds spent in the hold, Ariel's desperation to submit was plain for all to see.
45 second in she was tapping. And before she spent a whole minute in the hold she was out cold and Brooklyn Decker was once again a champion."
- Submission by NoAirZone
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