Karlie Kloss

Age: 25

Height: 6'2

Weight: 130 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: Chicago, Illinois

Record: 1 - 4

Wins: Karlie Kloss (53%) defeats Stacy Keibler (47%)

Losses: Taylor Swift (52%) defeats Karlie Kloss (48%)

Jennifer Aniston (55%) defeats Karlie Kloss (45%)

Maitland Ward (69%) defeats Karlie Kloss (31%)

Mandy Moore (65%) defeats Karlie Kloss (35%)

Rivals: Taylor Swift (0 - 1)

Taylor Swift (52%) defeats Karlie Kloss (48%)

Taylor Swift vs. Karlie Kloss

"What started as a painfully timid bout between two close friends had turned into a malicious, vindictive fight for supremacy in what felt like an instant. To the surprise of everyone in the arena, the winless Swift had embraced a shocking heel-turn; confidently stalking the wounded pixie, Karlie Kloss, as she racked the far corners of her brain in order to come up with a method of finishing the brunette off. Karlie huffed and puffed as she shuffled aimlessly across the ring on all fours, her gangly limbs shaking with each inching forward. Suddenly Taylor surged from behind the downed brunette, sliding to her hip and slinging one of her size eight and a half boots into Karlie's hanging jaw.

Karlie let out a gruff grunt as her head was sickeningly whipped backwards as if she'd been in a car crash, her upper half lifting off the canvas before she flopped like a fish out of water to her backside. The brunette gutturally sputtered up a mouthful of blood across her naked chest as she slid spread eagle, each of her lanky limbs extending to a different corner of the ring as she blankly stared up into the rafters. After a moment of drinking in the excitement of the ravenous crowd, Swift's silhouette eclipsed the overhead lights as Karlie stared skyward.

As if a sympathetic wire to her brain had been ruptured and her compassion vanished, Swifty mounted Karlie's slender belly and began pumping biting elbows into Kloss' vacant features. Karlie's skull trampolined off the springy canvas with each unfettered strike until an incensed Swift was literally peeled off the incoherent brunette by the official. With a passion and fire yet to be seen from the goodie-two-shoes singer, Tay let out a spine-tingling scream in celebration of her first victory; scoffing at the topless, twitching corpse of her former bestie as she was ushered out of the ring".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Karlie Kloss vs. Jennifer Aniston

"Everyone in attendance considered this bout to be a good bathroom break, not due to the sex appeal of the fighters, but due to their reputation. Jennifer Aniston and Karlie Kloss have a rather unfortunate, albeit well-deserved, reputation of being losers -- or jobbers, if you will. Jennifer, the elder of the two combatants, has participated in 5 fights, all of with she has lost. Karlie, on the other hand, has only participated in one fight, which she lost. Most women could bounce back after one loss, but it wasn't the fact that Karlie lost, rather to whom she lost. She lost to "Pop Princess of the Jobbers" herself, Taylor Swift, and it would take quite a showing to erase that loss from everyone's memories.

Both women knew that in order to be seen as a viable threat, they needed to decimate their opponent. Karlie, being a complete novice, didn't see any holes in her game and proceeded to train as usual, a mistake which cost her dearly. Jennifer completely changed her approach and incorporated Muay Thai into her training. Karli couldn't even attempt to hide her agony, wincing and groaning in paine as Aniston decimated her long legs with a barrage of deadly leg kicks. The loud THWACK of Aniston's foot striking Kloss' calf muscle echoed through the arena. The audience gazed, awestruck audience stared in disbelief as Jennifer Aniston put on a striking clinic! In a matter minutes Jennifer had stripped Karlie down to her undies and forced her to collapse to the canvas. The leggy model rolled to her side, clutching her spasming calf muscles with one hand, sobbing out in agony, while the other hand desperately attempted to shield her semi-nude body. "Oh, don't pretend to be modest, Karlie. Everyone and their mother has seen you waltzing around in your slutty underwear!" Aniston spat at Kloss before kneeling down beside her and grabbing a fistful of the model's hair.

Karlie is, in fact, a former Victoria's Secret Angel and has posed numerous times in her underwear but, to Karlie's credit, this was different. It was one thing for her to pose semi-nude on a runway, but this, this wasn't in her contract. She, again, is a novice and didn't even fathom people seeing her underwear. Had she known, she wouldn't have chosen a lacey, barely-there, hot pink thong and equally lacey hot pink brassiere. The leggy model sobbed in shame as Aniston ripped Karlie up and bent the former Victoria's Secret Angel backwards over her knee. Jennifer slapped one hand down on Karlie’s chin and, with the other, she applied a punishing Crotch Claw!

Karlie almost lost her voice when a new round of screams escaped her throat. Jennifer smiled devilishly as the blonde’s struggles began to slow and fade until her limp body lay draped over Aniston‘s thigh. Jennifer released her Crotch Claw, slid her hand down the front of Karlie’s thong, cupping her smooth pubic mound, and dug her fingers in, reapplying the Claw onto the bare flesh. Karlie immediately shrieked out her surrender as her feet lifted off the canvas and flew into the air. The referee calls for the bell as Aniston gives a final pinch for good measure and shoves Kloss off of her knee.

"Yuh…you…crazy bitch!” Karlie gulped, slithering her gawky frame across the mat. Jennifer rose to her feet and walked behind the crawling-on-all-fours blonde. She stalked Karlie to the edge of the ring and put a halt to Karlie's flight -- grabbing both her feet -- dragging her backwards, toward the center of the ring. Karlie‘s fingers clawed and raked the canvas in futility; her pathetic cries ringing through the arena as Aniston jerked her back. Once Jennifer had Karlie in the center of the ring, she knelt down and, once again, draped Kloss over her knee; only this time, she draped her stomach-first.

"Someone sure has been a naughty wittle girl," Aniston scolds, her voice mimicking that of a Mother scolding a child. "I think someone needs to be taught a lesson," Jennifer runs her palm down Karlie's back until her fingers make contact with the lacey waistband of Kloss' thong. Then, with a mighty jerk, Jennifer yanks the thong high up Karlie's back, administering a brutal wedgie! Aniston wastes no time unloading a harsh, open-palmed, over-the-knee spanking, beating Kloss' thin ass a deep shade of red. Aniston eventually shoves the sobbing woman off of her knee and strips off Karlie's thong, taking it with her as a trophy, and leaving a woman half her age beaten, stripped and spanked".

- Submission by jdo90

Stacy Keibler vs. Karlie Kloss

"The opening fight pits two of the leggiest women in the CWF against each other. Both women, their records 0-2, are in dire need of a win. Stacy, to her credit, has lost against viable competitors in Kaley Cuoco and Maria Kanellis. Karlie, on the other hand, has been utterly decimated by back-to-back defeats at the hands of Taylor Swift and Jennifer Aniston. While both women have something to prove, critics say Kloss, if she were to lose again, is on a path straight to the bottom of the undercard.

Keibler, demonstrating her devious prowess, begins the match by attacking Karlie as the former model enters through the ropes. Stacy grabs a handful of Kloss' hair, jerking her into the ring, and, keeping a hold of her hair, repeatedly slams the model's face into the canvas. In an effort to gain some sense of order, the Time Keeper rings the bell, signaling the beginning of the fight.

Stacy, with the early advantage, uses a variety of dastardly, underhanded attacks -- including, but not limited to, hair-pulling, choking with the ring ropes and blatant low blows -- on her lanky opponent. The referee, in an exasperated fit, forcibly separates Stacy from yet another choke, allowing Karlie to gasp for air. Stacy, scoffing in annoyance, pushes past the ring official and grabs onto Karlie's neon green sports bra, ripping it off. The former Victoria's Secret Angel huffs and rises to her feet, her eyes narrowing. Kloss didn't look distressed, nor did she attempt to cover her breasts. She had been stripped in her previous matches and obviously learned from her previous bouts to not let her opponent get into her head, no matter what.

While Stacy arrogantly twirls the discarded top above her head, Kloss stalks behind her prey. Stacy turns back around and belts out a surprised yelp as Karlie grabs her wrist and tosses her into the ropes. Stacy rebounds toward Karlie's outstretched arm. But, being the veteran she is, Keibler ducks underneath the clothesline attempt, pivots on her heel, rotates around, and cracks Kloss with a Spinning Heel Kick! Karlie drops like a sack of potatoes, collapsing on her back.

The maneuver was so quick, so unexpected, no one was focused on Karlie's arms, which, at the last possible second, rose up to protect her temple from Stacy's boot. Kloss, according to everyone in attendance, was finished. Stacy's lips curl in a sly grin as she steps over Kloss' body, facing her feet, and bends at the waist, sticking her plump booty out. The dastardly blonde wiggles her hips, causing the fabric of her short, black, lycra shorts to rise up, allowing her sun-kissed, treasured ass cheeks to flirtatiously peek out. Stacy's smug face lights up as the rabid fans shower her with an affectionate chorus of wolf whistles. With a sensual slowness, Stacy scoops Karlie's hips up, grabs the waistband of her black leggings and pulls them up and off the model's mile-long legs. Kloss doesn't even flinch as Stacy drapes the leggings over the top rope. Karlie's firm, pert body is now only covered by a lacey, barely-there, neon green thong.

Stacy kneels down, grabs Kloss by the chin and, roughly shaking Karlie's slack head, sneers down at her, "Well, well, looks like little miss model can't handle the heat," Stacy rises to her feet and, once again facing Kloss' feet, places a boot on either side of Karlie's abdomen. The devious blonde jezebel bends down, once again wiggling her hips before scooping up her foe's never-ending legs, and hooks the long stems under her arms in an arrogantly lazy, albeit provocative, pin attempt. The referee slaps the canvas once, causing Stacy's arrogant grin to widen, but before his hand can make contact with the mat a second time, Kloss springs to life! The former model wraps her long legs around Stacy's torso, effectively hooking her foe, and rolls forward.

Keibler flips over and, before she can even process what happened, is greeted with a face-full of Karlie's thong-clad tush. Kloss hastily snatches her foe's erratically flailing gams and leans back. Stacy's nose splits Karlie's cheeks, plummeting inside her crack. With her legs -- her best weapons -- secured, Stacy can only pathetically slap her palms on the canvas as the referee performs an emphatic 3-count. Karlie releases Keibler's legs and raises her arms, soaking up her first victory.

Kloss beams, relishing in the moment. The sound of the crowd showering her with raucous cheers mixed with the vibrating sensation of Stacy's screaming mouth causes a sensual tingle to run down the model's spine. Karlie gets lost in the moment and, paying no heed to the thousands in attendance, closes her eyes and begins rocking her hips. Stacy's hazel eyes bug out as Karlie lifts up and, keeping Stacy pinned, spins around to face her rival. Kloss forbodingly presses the fork of her crotch against Stacy's chin before sliding forward. Grabbing two handfuls of disheveled blonde hair, Karlie guides the tip of her rival's nose onto her slit. Keibler's nostrils immediately fill with the odor of her foe's excitement. Karlie, maintaining her grip on Stacy's hair, begins pumping her hips. Kloss' low grunts confirm Keibler's worst fear: having a woman ride her face. And this wasn't any woman, this was loser extraordinaire, Karlie Kloss. The long-legged model, whom Stacy referred to as a knockoff version of herself, was scrubbing her filthy vagina all over her adorable face.

Stacy squirms and cries out. The only thing separating Stacy's face from Karlie's pussy was a dainty thong and, to Stacy's dismay, the separation was paper-thin. The frilly undergarment didn't blunt neither the smell nor the taste of the excited Victoria's Secret Angel. Karlie's breathing grows as erratic as her thrusts and, to make matters worse, her haphazard thrusts allow Stacy to gulp in oxygen, keeping her awake and fully aware of her predicament. Karlie slows her thrusts, opting to vigorously grind down on her opponent's nose and mouth instead. Kloss suddenly arches her spine, her head tilts back and she gushes, spreading her nectar all over her rival's mortified, shrieking face.

After several seconds, Karlie lifts off of her conquered victim and sasha's up the ramp. Stacy, for her part, screams and cries. She rolls onto her side, dry heaving from the taste. The deviously, conniving blonde sits in the middle of the ring, her pouting, low lip trembling, tears streaking her mascara down her cheeks. The crowd breaks out into hysterical laughter as the leggy blonde slams her palms on the mat and stomps her boots on the canvas, throwing a complete and utter temper tantrum".

- Submission by jdo90

Karlie Kloss vs. Maitland Ward

"While the CWF tried to hype this up as a serious match, most observers dubbed it the “Jobber vs Jobber” match, panning it as the weakest part of the card. Most fans expected a limp noodle of a fight with an unsatisfying finish. Journalists expected they wouldn’t get any highlights to use. To all of their surprise, they got an electric beatdown as Maitland dominated Karlie from beginning to end.

No one would accuse the mature redhead of being a particularly talented or technical fighter by any means. Most would accuse her of folding at the earliest sign of resistance. Luckily for her, she encountered essentially none as she fought like a woman possessed. After five minutes of beating Karlie up and down the ring, Maitland was smiling from ear to ear, radiating the sort of confidence that only comes from physically dominating your hapless opponent. Continuing her onslaught, Maitland whipped Karlie into the corner, before splashing her impressive chest into Karlie’s unexpecting face, causing Karlie to collapse to the ground, arms resting on the middle ropes. Maitland turned around, shoved her ass back into Karlie’s face, and began her stink face assault on Karlie’s poor visage. The ref started a slow count, letting Maitland grind on Karlie’s face before she finally pulled away after the ref hit four.

Maitland dragged Karlie to the center of the ring to finish the job. She snaked her legs around Karlie’s with ease and spread them wide, drawing a cry of pain from Karlie. “Oh, Karlie, scream for me baby,” Maitland yelled as she continued her grapevine, enjoying the unending crying screams from her opponent. Karlie flailed aimlessly, trying to break free, but looked more like a fish out of water as her upper body seemed to flop around in vain. Karlie’s struggles moved her no closer to an escape, but at least for the time being prevented a pin. “Scream louder,” she said as she stretched Karlie’ legs out even further. “Now, scream only for me.” Karlie’s cries of pain continued but her eyes registered confusion as to what Maitland’s latest order meant and then fear as they saw Maitland’s breasts slowly descend. Maitland wrapped her hands around the back of Karlie’s head and pulled it into her 32D cleavage. Karlie’s screams continued unabated, albeit muffled by Maitland’s breast smother hold. Karlie tried to push back on Maitland’s shoulders to free herself but in her weakened state it didn’t move her head even a fraction of an inch closer to freedom and with her shoulders off the mat a referee’s pin count couldn’t give her salvation either.

As Maitland’s grapevine continued to deliver unbearable pain and breast smother sapped her of breath, Karlie’s once loud cries of pain became whimpers. Resigned to her fate, Karlie gave up her struggles and tapped out, prompting the announcer to call out, “Your winner by grapevine/breast smother submission, Maitland Ward!” Despite the announcement, Maitland wouldn’t release Karlie from her tight embrace. Karlie tapped again, multiple times, rapidly in succession, and yelled, “I GIVE” into Maitland’s chest, desperate to end this torment. The ref, paid off by Maitland’s people, was happy to let the illegal continuation of the match continue. Maitland, feigning ignorance, said “what was that Karlie? All I heard was ‘mmmppphhh’. You have to speak up!” Karlie, low on air, tried yelling her submission again. This time Maitland pulled her out to let her speak, “p-p-please, l-l-let me go, you already won,” Karlie begged.

“You’re right, I have already won,” Maitland said, prompting Karlie to smile and nod, hoping to be freed. “But, that doesn’t mean I am done with you,” Maitland said with a mirthless laugh. Karlie’s smile faded instantly and her eyes went wide with fright again as Maitland forced her face back into the smother. Karlie began to panic and flail which only served to hasten her demise. Over the next twenty seconds her struggles slowed and ten seconds later they ceased altogether. Despite the end of Karlie’s struggles, Maitland continued to hold her face in her rack for another thirty seconds until she was confident Karlie wasn’t faking being knocked out. Satisfied with her dominating performance, she slid Karlie’s face out of her rack and let it fall to the mat with a thud. Maitland stood up and planted her foot on Karlie’s knocked out body, proud of a dominant first win."

- Submission by NoAirZone

Mandy Moore vs. Karlie Kloss (Jobber Title Match)

"Two of the more puzzling fighters in the entire Celebrity Wrestling Federation; a deep-dive into the fight records of either Mandy Moore or Karlie Kloss might leave you scratching your head as to what to make of either. On one hand, Moore had very narrow, almost impressive losses to genuinely skilled fighters like Melissa Debling, Lindsay Lohan, and Hilary Duff. Yet on a separate night sandwiched in between, Mandy had found herself stripped naked, ragdolled, obliterated with a vicious Curb Stomp, and left tits-up and twitching beneath the domineering foot of helpless jobber Victoria Justice. Kloss, unlike Moore, hadn't even shown a glimpse of promise.

As one might have expected, the match was sloppy from the jump; though not to say it wasn't thoroughly entertaining. Finally a favorite again after her utterly humiliating and humbling loss to Justice, Moore was determined to take Karlie seriously until she'd proven that wasn't necessary, which didn't take long at all. Barely able to string together consecutive attacks, Kloss could mount little offense that wasn't centered around stripping or cattily clawing at the actress. I suppose the message in Karlie's camp was simple; if you can't beat 'em, strip 'em. At least you'll rise the ranks of popularity if every woman you fight ends up involuntarily showing off the goods.

With the waistband of her cheeky spandex booty shorts having been torn at and tugged to the point it had all the elasticity of an old rope, Mandy had spent the last handful of minutes clumsily shuffling around the ring trying to keep her kitty under wraps. Hardly a step could be taken without the front band of her shorts sagging and revealing her bushy mound and the thick landing strip manicured just above her pussy, with even the simplest attempted attack or slam threatening to slide the bottoms clean off.

Finally catching on that this was her opportunity, Kloss darted toward Mandy as she turned her back attempting to once again shield her pelvis from the jeering crowd. There was a hoarse shriek and a thunderous clap of sweaty flesh as Karlie launched herself across the ring, piggybacking the stunned actress and draping her gangly frame over Moore's back like a blanket. The two entangled beauties twirled and drunkenly ballet across the ring, with Karlie once again opting for the more catty maneuver by tugging and ripping at Mandy's barely clothed chest. Moore squirmed and struggled as her lanky backpack mauled her bosom, finally inverting the cups of her sparkly pink bra and spilling her fleshy tits free. Moore helplessly squealed as Karlie continued to palm her naked, teardropping orbs, pancaking her perky tits flat to her sternum in a brutal Breast Claw.

Feeling any remaining shred of modesty melt away, the flushed Moore began to bubble over with rage. Relinquishing control of Karlie's wrists and abandoning the efforts to pry her clawing digits free of her bosom, Mandy instead reached back and palmed Karlie's skull. With a throaty grunt, Moore threw herself backwards and took a heavy seat, spiking Karlie's chin against her shoulder as their mess of limbs hit the ground. Like an Inverted Widow's Peak, Karlie's folded frame detonated awkwardly against the canvas as she went instantly out, her lithe body remaining propped sickeningly upright for a moment before folding backwards over her long stems. Taking a moment to tuck herself back in to her displaced bra, Moore huffed indignantly as she threw herself over Karlie's twitching frame for the cover; making sure to peel Karlie's glistening, golden-brown frame free of any clothing before she left the new Jobber Queen naked in the ring."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins