Jordana Brewster

Age: 37

Height: 5'7

Weight: 115 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: Panama City, Panama

Record: 4 - 2

Wins: Jordana Brewster (59%) defeats Natalie Portman (41%)

Jordana Brewster (57%) defeats Rachel McAdams (43%)

Jordana Brewster (53%) defeats Kristen Bell (47%)

Jordana Brewster (51%) defeats Sara Underwood (49%)

Losses: Megan Fox (52%) defeats Jordana Brewster (48%)

Emma Watson (58%) defeats Jordana Brewster (42%)

Rivals: N/A

Jordana Brewster vs. Natalie Portman

"The two lithe brunette's had traded staggering haymakers all night, testing the limits their nimble frames could absorb and winning over countless fans who'd showed up for the heavyweight bouts. The diminutive Israeli let out a discordant screech as she was jolted face-first into the padded turnbuckle, her silky chestnut tresses jouncing through the air as she sulked to her haunches, clutching the top rope with both palms to clumsily remain somewhat upright.

A steady crimson streak trickled down Natalie's cheek bone as she dazedly scanned the fuzzy silhouettes surrounding her, gently clutching her bosom in shock before being ripped away from the comforts of the ropes. With a hoarse grunt, Natalie's head was wrenched backwards by a frenetic Jordana; her bare, bronzed chest glistening under the intense spotlights above as her pert B-cups were arched skyward. Portman's fingers meekly grappled with Jordana's bicep before fluttering to her sides, breathlessly grunting as the last bits of moxie and spunk she'd been clinging to slipped through her fingertips.

Looking to make a breathtaking statement in her first ever fight, Jordana elastically craned one of her limber gams into a standing split; athletically pirouetting before hammering Natalie square in the sternum with a devastating Sunset Split. Natalie's eyes asthmatically bulged as she was pinned to the canvas by Jordana's toned thigh, her arms helplessly stapled to her sides as she wheezed for oxygen. Without a second of hesitation Jordana transitioned to an elegant, effortless 3-count pin, sensually dipping into a full split as Natalie wearily squirmed beneath her".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Kristen Bell vs. Jordana Brewster (Hit The Beach Match)

"Without a doubt one of the most impressive and stunning beginnings to a career belonged to Jordana Brewster. The lithe brunette was sporting an undefeated record and vaulting up the Strawweight rankings since joining the league. It seemed like a date with Fox, Brie or Decker was undoubtedly in the cards if she could avoid a slip-up against a very game Bell. Kristen hung with the athletic brunette, if only for a few moments, eventually falling victim to the leggy Brewster's number one asset. A brutal, arching toe-kick eventually caught the sputtering blonde, leaving her teetering, swaying, and eventually colapsing in a fleshy heap. Brewster made sure to add Kristen's pert B-cup bra to her growing trophy case before folding the hapless blonde into an unnecessary but appreciated matchbook pin to seal it".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Megan Fox vs. Jordana Brewster (Title Match)

"The Fast & Furious star had been on a meteoric rise through the Strawweight rankings, earning a shocking chance at the title belt just three fights into her budding career. The veteran Foxy, however, was tested, sharpened by the iron of some of the Flyweight division's heaviest hitters and most notable stars. At the first true sign of resistance in the form of a younger, more agile, Megan Fox, the elder Brewster was starting to crumble.

The taller, gangly brunette slumped in the corner as the entire arena seemed to rise to their feet in unison, holding their breath as the air became paralyzingly weighted with the prospect of finally crowning the first CWF Strawweight Champion. Jordana batted her long, painted lashes as she clutched her bare chest with one palm and her naked mound with the other, her diminutive bosom swelling with increasingly rapid panting as Megan now towered over her. Her plump cheeks were split by the steel turnbuckle post as she exhaustedly crumbled to a seat, her lean gams sliding into the splits as she hit the canvas with a weighted thud.

Fox retreated a handful of steps, drunkenly staggering in her own right, but with a determined grin plastered across her sweat-soaked features, her satiny mane draped over her shoulder in a messy pony. Jordana planted a palm against the mat to straighten her wilting frame, her slender abdomen flexing as she crunched over at the waist, attempting to rise off the mat but unable to command her disobedient limbs. With an ear-splitting shriek, Megan suddenly began to bound across the ring, crow-hopping before leaping into the air and recklessly colliding with the seated Brewster. At the last possible moment, Megan split her legs and *THWACK*

There was a fleshy clap as Megan carelessly slung her frame into Jordana's, animatedly bouncing atop the slumped brunette with a breathtaking Bronco Buster. Jordana's frame buckled and convulsed with each trampoline, mewling as Megan sensually ground her hips against her pursed lips, getting a sloppy faceful of Megan's bare slit. In a message-sending act of overkill, Megan athletically wrapped one of her legs around the ringpost and tightened a crippling, yet inventive iteration of a Triangle Choke. Jordana's bulbs vacantly fluttered into the back of her skull as Foxy crunched her toned abdomen, bearing her weight down on the fading brunette. Brewster's nose wiggled and scrunched before parting Megan's plump pussy lips, a shutter running up the future Champion's spine as the challenger drowned in folds of flesh. The light patter of Jordana's palms against Megan's bronzed thighs slowly faded before they fell weightedly to the mat, a final 3-count ringing out as Megan maintained her victorious perch, a single arm raised in unison with the referee's count.

"And your NEW Celebrity Wrestling Federation Strawweight Champion, Megan Fox!!!!"

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Megan Fox vs. Jordana Brewster (Title Match)

"An electric current of excitement buzzed through the air, causing the fans in attendance to rise from their seats. Their rowdy cheers filled the sold-out arena, drowning out the grunts of exertion from within the squared circle below. The fight to crown the inaugural CWF Straweight Champion was underway, and it was already living up to the hype!

Megan's attitude, despite her opponent's flawless record, was arrogant as ever. Her bronzed frame was scarcely clothed with her signature attire -- a black lace bra, a matching, barely-there thong, and black leather, knee-high boots. Megan's playful demeanor and sultry outfit was the polar opposite of her opponent. Once Jordana Brewster entered the ring, she immediately kicked off her high-heeled  slip-ons, opting for stability as opposed to sex appeal. Brewster, ever the fashionista, is garbed in a solid white, sleeveless romper. Although the top didn't show any cleavage, the diamond cutout on the back showed off her toned back and the high-cut shorts accentuated her long, lean legs.

Megan, despite getting in some impressive offense, would end up repeatedly squandering away every opportunity to finish her foe off. Once Fox had Jordana hurt, she would try to strip off Brewster's attire; however, no matter how hard she pulled, the one-piece garment stayed on tight. Jordana's choice of attire was an absentminded afterthought. Jordana knew Fox's reputation, both from hearsay and from watching her matches, and knew she got some kind of sick, perverted pleasure from stripping her foe's naked. So, Brewster chose to wear something that would be very difficult to remove.

Megan, on her fifth attempt at shredding off the top portion of Jordana's one-piece, was met with a fist to the face. Fox stumbled back a few steps, holding a hand up to her chin. Jordana scrambles to her feet and piles on the pressure, pushing Megan backwards with a volley of blows. A particularly nasty right cross sends the sultry vixen spine-first into the corner. Fox wheezes, her arms slumping to her sides, her eyes vacant. Taking a step back, Jordana surveys her winded rival, a smile creeping on her lips. "Well, well, well," Brewster snickers, "it looks like someone can't keep up. But that's no surprise. No one can keep up with me in this federation." Brewster leans in and, taking a page out of Fox's playbook, seductively whispers, "I know you were hoping to sit that diseased pussy of yours on my face, like you have with so many others, but it's just not meant to be. But, I do hope you have fun sucking my toes. You're so twisted, you'll probably enjoy it." Jordana uncharacteristically nibbles on Megan's earlobe before backing up. With an aggressive roar, Brewster sprints forward, lowers her shoulder and aims for Megan's abdomen.

The crowd let's out a collective, sympathetic groan as Brewster plows straight into the metal turnbuckle post. Megan, at the last possible second, had moved out of the way. Jordana howls in pain, her body, bent at the waist, remains between the middle and top buckle. It's Megan's turn to snicker as she strolls over, giving Brewster's elevated ass a playful slap. "Oh, my... Jordan, hunny, that looks like it hurts." Jordana winces and tries to move, but cries out, "My shoulder! I.. I think it's dislocated."

Megan, feigning concern, places her palm on her cheek, "Oh, no! That's terrible. Here, sweetie, let me try to help you." Megan sneers, running her hand up Jordana's inner thigh, pushing into the leg opening and running her fingers across the thin patch of cotton. As Megan's right hand works on Brewster's womanhood, her left hand goes to work unzipping the back of Jordana's romper. A cold shiver runs down Brewster's spine as Megan's nimble fingers rub her kitten. Fox ramps up the manipulation, working in concentrated circles, and whispers in a sultry tone, "I know you were planning on leaving with some dignity tonight, but it's just not meant to be," Fox mockingly gloats as she slides the shoulder straps down and pulls the top down her foe's torso. Before Megan continues her manipulation, she pulls the romper down Brewster's legs, leaving her foe in a dainty pair of white cotton bra and panties.

"Now that's taken care of," Megan grins, slinging the discarded garment over the ropes, "back to the matter at hand." Just as Megan begins sliding her hand under Brewster's undies, the trapped diva comes to life! Jordana, fighting through the pain, slams her elbow back into Megan's skull. The dark-haired seductress stumbles away, turning her back on the taller brunette and clutching her temple. Jordana, painfully trudging forward, squats down, places her head between Megan's legs and wraps her arms around Megan's thighs. Jordana lifts Megan up onto her shoulders for her finisher, and electric chair drop she dubs the Brewster Seat. Camera strobes illuminate Jordana as she proudly displays Fox's squirming frame on her shoulders.

Brewster tries finishing the maneuver and, in an attempt to face-plant her foe, raises up on her calves. The dark-haired beauty groans, her teeth gritting, her muscles straining as the pain in her shoulder intensifies. Jordana begins to slump to a knee, then, in a flash, Megan swivels on Brewster's shoulders, shoving her thong-clad crotch against her foe's face. Megan wraps her legs around her opponent's  neck and flips backwards, driving the back of Brewster's skull with a devastating hurricanrana!

Jordana's lean gams fly up on impact and are immediately hooked by Megan, whom leans forward, pressing her crotch against Jordana's mouth and nose, pinning the leggy brunette for the three count. Megan, still hooking Jordana's left leg, reaches back with her right hand and rips off her white panties. Fox grins down, her leering gaze glued on Brewster's buldging, horrified eyes, and thrusts her pelvis and her fingers at the same time. Jordana's muffled squeals vibrate against Megan's hungry snatch, driving the lecherous victress wild.

Fox continues manipulating her foe's smooth-shaven cooch, bringing her right to the brink of climax before stopping. Megan removes her dripping fingers, placing them in her mouth and sucking the juices off, "Loser's don't make it across the finish line, that spot is reserved for winners." Megan cruelly sneers and grinds her hips faster and faster until, finally, she gasps. Her sticky nectar soaks through her panties and oozes onto Brewster's flushed face.

As Fox climbs to her feet, the referee presents her with the championship belt. Megan secures the belt around her waist and poses over her defeated foe. Before she leaves Megan leans down and chuckles at her rival, "You know how you always steal your opponent's bras after a match. Well, seeing as you have so many, you won't be missing this one." Megan rips Jordana's bra off, robbing her of her last shred of clothing. "Oh, and one more thing," Megan smirks and, with the gold belt wrapped securely around her waist, slides her thong down her legs. She picks up the soaked undergarment and shoves it inside Brewster's mouth! "A little something to remember me by," Megan sneers, kicking Jordana in the face, leaving her unconscious, spread-eagled nude carcass in the center of the canvas".

- Submission by jdo90

Sara Underwood vs. Jordana Brewster (Oil Wrestling Match)

"Coming off a narrow, disheartening loss to Megan Fox for the Title Belt, Jordana Brewster was looking to immediately thrust herself right back into title contention. A win over a middling fighter might not do the trick immediately, but you can only beat who's on your schedule. On the opposite end of the Strawweight spectrum; Sara Underwood had her hands full proving she was more than just a jobber in the eyes of most. Wins over a disgraced and retired Nicola Peltz, and the helpless Kate Mara had done little to dispell those rumors, but a victory over a former Title Belt challenger would work wonders on her resume and image.

There's no such thing as a good loss, but Sara was undoubtedly turning some heads early in this gimmicky match. Perhaps she just felt more at home wrestling in oil than her more modest counterpart, but eventually the cream rose to the top. Finding her stride late, Jordana had managed to dismantle the majority of Sara's wardrobe, undoing the drawstring of her top and allowing her perky, golden C-cups to spill free much to the delight of the raucous crowd. And with Sara reeling after a devastating DDT, Jordana looked to finish things with a bang. With the blonde lying face-down in a thin pool of oil, blubbering as she clutched her pulsing skull and freed, flattened tits, Jordana slowly twisted her palm around a clump of matted blonde locks and hoisted Underwood to her unsteady feet. Using her second hand to wrangle the waistband of Sara's string thong, Jordana guided the slipping and sliding Underwood upright before another precise tug undid the drawstring of Sara's last remaining shred of dignity.

The vacant blonde whimpered as her thighs pinched shut, clawing at the falling material before Jordana devilishly peeled it free from between her legs, leaving her completely bare; her lubricious, waxed cunt on inviting display. Without so much as a second to let her catch her breath, Jordana screeched as she dropped to the ground with a crippling Sitout Facebuster; moving both palms to Sara's scalp before spiking her jaw-first into the canvas. Messy strands of oily blonde locks catapult into the air as Sara hit with a fleshy crunch, her skull rattling off the mat like a trampoline as a mist of oil splashed out of the ring. The blondes dishevelled limbs slid spread eagle as she twitched and gurgled, her plump pussy lips peeking out from between her split thighs as Jordana planted a palm on her concaving spine and secured a 3-count".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Emma Watson vs. Jordana Brewster (Title Match)

"Observing strictly percentages, Jordana Brewster appeared on paper to be at the top of the class of Strawweight fighters; sporting an impressive 4-1 record with her only loss coming at the hands of eventual Champion, Megan Fox. Unfortunately for the game brunette, reigning Champion Emma Watson was determined to add another blemish to her once-stellar record. Like her Title fight against Megan Fox, Jordana once again appeared to be out-classed by the true wheat of the division, clumsily flailing to keep up with the relentless Brit in what turned out to be a less-than-eventful Title fight. Watson had found a new level in the last months that the rest of the Straws simply couldn't replicate, ragdolling Brewster just for show before finally deciding it was time to turn out her lights and dawn the belt once again. Seemingly just to show she'd done her homework, Watson positioned Brewster in a seated position in the corner and began to act out Megan Fox's exact victory over Jordana the first time she challenged for the belt, as if she was in a stage performance paying homage to Fox. Perhaps it was even more devious; an attempt to send a not-so-veiled message to Jordana that she was nothing more than a play toy. Gearing up to finish Jordana with a rough, charging Bronco Buster, Emma cackled when she instead pulled up short of a flinching Brewster, giggling at the challenger's futility. Grabbing the top rope for leverage, Watson let out a shrill cry as she reared her foot back and delivered a crushing Big Boot to the brunette's face, nearly catapulting her through the ropes and out of the ring. Brewster was rendered unconscious instantly as her sloshing, pitching frame was caught up in the ropes; victory mercifully being declaired by the official even before a 3-count."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins