Kate Mara

Age: 34

Height: 5'3

Weight: 115 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: Bedford, New York

Record: 2 - 6

Wins: Kate Mara (52%) defeats Keira Knightley (48%)

Kate Mara (51%) defeats Victoria Justice (49%)

Losses: Sophia Bush (53%) defeats Kate Mara (47%)

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

Nicky Whelan (56%) defeats Kate Mara (44%)

Sara Jean Underwood (55%) defeats Kate Mara (45%)

Taylor Swift (51%) defeats Kate Mara (49%)

Avril Lavigne (52%) defeats Kate Mara (48%)

Rivals: Victoria Justice (1 - 0)

Kate Mara (51%) defeats Victoria Justice (49%)

Kate Mara vs. Emily Addison

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

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

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

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Keira Knightley vs. Kate Mara

"The gangly brunette was motionless flat on her back, bewildered as she blankly stared up at the ceiling after just having been impaled by a heart-stopping front kick to the sternum. She breathlessly sopped up any oxygen that might squeek through to her deflated lungs, coughing and sputtering as her fingers delicately clutched her bare bosom. Mara's thoughts wandered back to her last match with Emily Addision and the humiliation bestowed by the ruthless fetish model; her own desires becoming more devious as her eyes traced Keira's spread thighs, the bushy landing strip shaven just above her cunt a delightful target. Suddenly Kate was snapped out of her daydream by movement as the Brit began to crab-crawl toward the bottom rope until her protruding shoulder blades pressed against the rubber.

Mara met the blubbering brunette with merciless hostility, wryly grinning as she planted her boot against the Brit's throat and sealed her windpipe tight against the bowing bottom rope. Keira desperately clawed at Kate's ankle attempting to pry her foot from her neck, her long legs frantically pedaling for traction as she was slowly robbed of any remaining oxygen in her burning lungs. Finally Keira's eyes rolled into the back of her skull as her delicate frame slumped flat against the canvas, her legs sliding spread eagle as her diminutive breasts twitched and convulsed.

Not quite finished, Kate bent down and arrested one of Keira's ankles; dragging her lifeless, nude body back into the center of the ring. With all the pent-up frustration from her humiliating start, she planted a foot against the Brit's bare mound and ruthlessly dug her heel into Knightley's crotch, assuring all those watching that she was just a stepping-stone."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Nicky Whelan vs. Kate Mara

"A tattered, disheveled Mara was on the verge of tears as she meekly cradled her freed breasts, drunkenly stumbling into the ropes as she continued to retreat from an aggressive, domineering Whelan. The blonde's athletic frame glistened under the overhead spotlight as she patiently waited for an opening from the blubbering redhead, her toned abdomen flexing with each labored, exaggerated breath as she stood with hands on hips.

Kate wheeled as she hit the ropes, exhaustedly draping her right arm over the top rope and practically collapsing into them, haphazardly turning her back to the prowling lioness behind her. Nicky alertly sprung toward the absentminded redhead, slipping her forearms around Kate's waist and cinching her wrists together against the front of her pelvis.

Kate's curvy frame bowed against the flexing ropes as Nicky pressed into her, backpedaling a handful of steps with Kate in tow before exploding upwards. The incredibly fit blonde effortlessly hoisted all 115 pounds of Mara to her tippy toes and slung a squealing Kate over her head with a breathtaking German Suplex.

Kate's frame gracelessly collapsed on top of itself at impact, scrunching in half at the waist before springing back ever so slightly, miraculously avoiding a serious injury. Her awkwardly contorted body slunk to the mat as Nicky stacked a jaw-dropping pin on top of the suplex, arching her body into an impossibly dynamic bridge pin. The redhead's milky gams slid into the splits as Nicky kept her lifeless butterfly stapled to the mat; the crotch of Kate's bikini bottoms biting into her spread lips as her body weight folded over itself. The humiliation was mercifully short-lived as the 3-count rang out, finally being allowed to unravel as Nicky relinquished the pin to celebrate her first win".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Kate Mara vs. Taylor Swift

"The queen of the pop music world had become somewhat of a laughing stock early in her fighting career, dangerously tiptoeing the shameful line leading to relegation or retirement. Swift wasn't used to failure, but this world seemed to be too rough for the platinum blonde. That was until she finally stumbled into a win against her longtime friend and newfound rival, Karlie Kloss. A whiff of success seemed to be all Tay needed to find her proverbial footing, as her confidence was sky-high and bubbling over. Body language alone was all you needed to tell who tonight's winner would be. The vulnerable redhead was tumbling into the depths of the Strawweight ranks, and despite a valiant showing, the lanky blonde was too much.

Mara woundedly dipped to a knee in the center of the ring, planting a palm against the canvas to remain upright as crimson drool sloshed over her bottom lip, a mouthful of blood staining the snow-white mat at her feet. Her freed, fleshy B-cups teardropped toward the canvas as Swift twirled her bra around an extended finger, viciously taunting the downed redhead. The blonde added Kate's bra to a neat little pile in the corner, tossing the balled bra atop Kate's sweat-soaked thong which didn't make it more than a handful of minutes into the match. The redhead's milky, pale skin glistened under the overhead spotlight, twisted into a modest ball of limbs as she pittifully mewled, attempting to shield her dangling girls and kitty.

A determined Swift approached the downed actress and hunched over at the waist until she was face-to-face, spreading her slender stems into a gangly split. Kate whimpered as Swift devilishly snaked one of her palms over Mara's naked slit, twisting her digits around a clump of the redhead's manicured pubic mound. With the other balling a headful of hair, Taylor yanked the paralyzed Mara upright to her noodly gams before slinging her across the ring into the springy ropes.

Kate's turned, flushed cheek was debilitatingly speared by Swift's raised heel as she rebounded off the ropes, her diminutive frame stiffening as a fleshy *CRUNCH* erupted, followed by a serenading chorus of "OOOOOOOOHH's" from the bloodthirsty crowd. Kate's vacant bulbs immediately fluttered shut as she comically sloshed on her heels, swaying before her crippled, convulsing frame teetered over and hit the canvas with a weighted thud. Arms and legs lifelessly scattered to all four corners of the ring as she skid to a stop spread eagle, her fleshy bosom jiggling with the trampolining of the canvas below. Swift callously approached the lifeless corpse and planted a heel on her rosy cheek, hoisting her arms above her head and flexing during the needless 3-count".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Kate Mara vs. Avril Lavigne

"Despite being winless in her first three matches, of which two were against rather bungling and uninspired competition, it was the spunky Canadian who miraculously found herself leading the charge as the match hit its twilight hour. Avril Lavigne was one of the last fighters remaining whose pathetic record was buoying Kate Mara in the standings, but her current freefall losing four-straight (and counting) was threatening to submarine her straight to the depths of the Strawweight division.

"Lookie! So the carpet does match the drapes, eh?" Avril mercilessly cooed, hunching inquisitively over the downed redhead who seemed to be running on empty.

Kate squirmed and sobbed into the canvas as she pathetically curled into the fetal position, both hands shaking as she gingerly cupped her throbbing womanhood. A brutal, wrenching frontal wedgie had managed to split Kate's spandex bottoms straight up the seams, tearing through fabric and flesh alike as they demeaningly parted her plump, pink lips and invaded her sex before giving way. As Mara's pleading digits parted, her dark amber bush of pubic hair peeked through the slits, her naked mound now on display as she was finally stripped completely naked by an insatiable Lavigne. Her delicious, milky-white B-cups fleshily teardropped toward the canvas as her spine curled, wilting into a puddle before Avril commanded her to rise. She wasn't done sending a message.

Mara grit her teeth as Avril twirled her digits around a clump of her loose, shoulder-length auburn locks, hoisting the battered redhead to unsteady footing. Seemingly resigned to eat the final knockout blow, Kate vacantly wobbled on her heels simply shielding her naked bush instead of putting up defenses; bulbs dancing in their sockets as her lips curled, pouting as she was forced to taste defeat once again.

Instead of a final heroic bomb or slam, Avril instead simply slung a lethargic side kick into Kate's ribs. Out of sheer reflex rather than skill, Mara hooked Lavigne's calf and pinned the singer's stem to her rib cage, catching the kick in mid-air. Was that really all Avril had left in the tank? Could Kate make a comeback and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat? No, and no.

The coy blonde's fake look of concern suddenly slid into a devilish smile, smirking at the shocked Mara as she pogo'd on one heel. Suddenly leaping airborne in a shocking display of athleticism, Avril slung her free stem into Kate's cheek, nearly decapitating the frozen actress. A sickening, meaty *THWACK* erupted as Kate's skull rocked sideways as if her neck had been snapped, a mouthful of slobber sloshing across the canvas as her naked frame stiffened. Her bulbs were already glazed over as her head lulled back in place, her teardropping bosom twitching with convulsions before her upright frame tipped backwards, crashing to the mat on her back. Her fingers and toes curled as her rigid frame hit the ground, skidding to a stop as a devastating toe-kick left her splayed out flat on her ass. Avril landed with a thud herself before twisting just in time to see the devastation, giggling with glee as Kate gurgled and twitched before her. A final piercing heel planted on Kate's mushrooming left tit was all the cover needed as Avril finally got in the win column in dramatic fashion".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Kate Mara vs. Victoria Justice (Jobber Title Match)

"While you couldn't hand-pick a more inept duo of fighters in the entire CWF, there was a palpable, swelling buzz in the arena as we moved nearer the Bantamweight Title fight that would headline the evening. Somehow though, the excitement didn't seem to be entirely for Watson vs. Brewster, but instead it was the match leading into the Title bout; Kate Mara vs. Victoria Justice. There was something oddly rousing about the prospects of the two most hapless and pathetic fighters in the entire league giving and baring it all to decide who was the ultimate Jobber Queen; a title that was far from coveted. After all, who doesn't love an adorable jobber?! Despite her pitiful record, Victoria Justice was the overwhelming favorite entering the fight, perhaps simply due to the lingering effects of her bewildering victory over Mandy Moore at PPV 16. Though Mandy was destined to be a perennial Jobber Queen herself, we're still talking about overcoming a four inch and 25 pound weight disadvantage to snatch the win. As the losses continued to pile up for Justice, bettors simply couldn't shake the breathtaking image of Vika rolling up a naked, unconscious Moore, pinning the twitching brunette for an uncontested 3-count victory against seemingly insurmountable odds. Her potential was undeniable; maybe all she needed was an attitude adjustment. And with the most humiliating title imaginable for any self-respecting fighter on the line, perhaps Kate Mara was just the woman to deliver that message.

Call it extra motivation, call it bulletin board material, but Kate Mara had clearly heard the intimidation tactics of Victoria Justice leading into their bout. Victoria had acted appalled at the mere notion that her time would be wasted with Mara, believing that she was somehow above facing the redhead for this humiliating crown. Maybe it wasn't arrogance, but rather self-doubt. Justice had promised not only to easily dispatch Mara between the ropes, but to also leave her naked and used at the feet of the throngs of fans lining the ring. As the night wore on, it became clear that Vika herself might end up exactly where she'd promised.

The spunky redhead came out with a feisty attitude that she'd simply never shown before, grabbing an early advantage despite every possible measurable falling in Vika's favor. Common opponents might suggest that Kate had no shot, but in reality Mara had been game in every contest she'd participated in. A counter here or there, a coin flip falling in the other direction, and Kate could easily have a winning record. Victoria's show-up and win mentality was a poor one, and Kate had made her pay dearly. Arrogant and mouthy no longer, Vika had been force-fed every word of trash talk right back down her throat, instead simply mewling as she curled up against the ringpost swaddling her naked chest.

The other half of 'Swift Justice' and Vika's secret weapon, Taylor Swift, had been rendered too petrified and submissive to interfere in this beating thanks to Kate's brilliant sideline counter. There might be fewer than a handful of fighters on the entire roster who were afraid of Kate's stablemate, Mandy Moore, but thanks to her scarring victory over Taylor Swift, the pop star made that short list. The blonde was no dummy, and she wasn't looking to get ridden and finger-fucked to another shuddering orgasm on a night she wasn't even scheduled to fight. Taylor wouldn't even make eye contact, much less dare to interfere as she timidly traced the outskirts of the apron in paralyzed shame. A simple glance from Kate's bouncer, Mandy Moore, and Swift fell back in line despite Vika's constant, shrill cries for help.

The ringpost offered little cover as Justice sulked against it, temporarily shielding her now naked frame from the raucous crowd as they swelled in unison; "JOBBER QUEEN"....*clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*...."JOBBER QUEEN".

Shielded by the deafening roar of the crowd, Mandy Moore managed to tip toe around the outskirts of the apron as Taylor's sky blue bulbs darted around the quaking arena, contemplating whether it was time for her to flee the scene.

Suddenly the blonde felt a hot breath on her neck that sent a shiver up her spine; "Did your kitty miss me, Swifty...?" Mandy throatily cooed, slipping her palm between Taylor's thighs from behind as she swaddled the petrified pop star to her swelling chest. Swift whimpered as Moore's digits glided over her quaking pussy lips, lifting her skirt slightly until her bright pink panties began to peek through her thigh gap and massaging her slit through the thin silk. Taylor's mouth hung agape as she planted both palms against the apron for leverage, her gangly frame writhing for a split second in unison with Moore's grating palm before she snapped back to reality.

"HEY! FU....GGGHHHHHUUGGHHKK... you Mand--" Swift hoarsely shuddered, attempting to remain defiant as she gurgled through rhythmic squirms and twitches. Without warning, Mandy slid her prying hand out from between Swift's thighs and cupped the blonde's skull with both palms, erupting forward and violently drumming her skull square into the apron below. Taylor recoiled as her forehead dribbled off the unforgiving corner, her vacant blues fluttering before she crumpled in a fleshy heap at Mandy's feet. The brunette disgustedly scoffed as she left Swift ass-up, her skirt revealingly riding up around her navel as she slid flat on her belly, out cold.

Sensing the commotion and wheeling to see her partner twitching and unconscious, Victoria let out a startled squeal, her fight or flight instincts kicking in. Without a second thought at the optics, Victoria shuffled to her right and dipped under the middle rope, intent on abandoning the match and racing back to her secured dressing room. You couldn't blame her with the odds turning out of her favor, but her two stalking opponents had other plans.

"Oh no ya don't kiddo..." Mara barked as she leapt forward and closed the gap on Vika, snagging her free-flowing mane from behind just as the brunette made it outside the ropes, standing on the edge of the ring apron. Justice's knees buckled as Kate pulled her tight from behind, linking her wrist with the crook of her opposite forearm, trapping Vika's blubbering face right in the middle as she set up for a choke hold from behind. The brunette hoarsely squalked and struggled as she pawed at Kate's forearms, her naked frame twisting and stiffening to her full height as her body bowed against the ropes at her back, trapped but beginning to give Kate trouble. Vika's bulbs stretched wide as the pressure mounted on her windpipe, her eyes fluttering into the back of her skull before peering down her naked bosom to see Mandy approaching her feet from outside the ring. With a wry smile, Moore cupped the back of Victoria's ankles and kicked them out from under her, losing all footing on the apron and dropping the flooring out from beneath her as if she was strung up in the gallows. Kate strained as she was forced to take Justice's full weight in her Hangman's Noose Sleeperhold, but the redhead didn't buckle. Victoria desperately pedaled her pendulous stems in search of solid ground, but she was helplessly dangling a good four feet off the ground. Kate violently wrung the sputtering brunette deeper into the choke as Mandy cackled from below, the veins in her throat bulging as her face flushed, drool sloshing across Mara's forearm as she pulled her tighter. Victoria throatily whimpered as she desperately clawed at Kate's locked wrists, her bosom uncontrollably quaking as her bulbs rolled into the back of her skull. After what felt like a gruesome eternity, Victoria's arms dropped slack to her sides, her pert B-cups still fleshily convulsing as she gurgled into unconsciousness in Kate's grasp. With an inflated sense of contempt and relief, the redhead slung Vika's lifeless corpse to the concrete some four feet below; her statuesque frame crumpling in a heap with her bubbly derrière pointed skyward.

"Aww, Mands, looks like I didn't win the crown.... Why don't you give our new Queen the prize she deserves! Make sure she gets her pearl necklace, boys!" Mara hissed from still inside the ring. At Kate's instruction, Mandy picked up the crumpled brunette and tossed her over her shoulder, taking a few strides toward the audience barricades and slinging the stark nude, twitching brunette over the steel ledge into a sea of waiting hands."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Kate Mara vs. Victoria Justice (Jobber Title Match)

"The sound of prison doors slamming shut followed by Bad Blood rocking through the speakers sends the audience into a frenzy. The audience showers Victoria with hateful jeers. Victoria, due to this being a Straweight Pay-Per-View isnn't allowed to have her teammate Taylor Swift accompany her to the ring, much to the chagrin of Justice. The bratty diva scoffs, ignoring the enraged audience. The crowd is, understandably, upset over Victoria's previous remarks from a few days prior. She had called them, "sex-crazed losers" and insinuated that none of them could ever have a woman, so they just jerk off to posters of Victoria instead. Once Justice and Mara square off, it was obvious this would be a close fight. Within minutes both women were stripped naked and viciously clawing at each other.

Near the end of the match, Justice seemed to be taking control, leading Mara around at will. Victoria snagged a handful of Mara's disheveled hair and yanked the stumbling redhead upright. "Remember my promise about tossing you into the crowd? Well, I think you deserve a little preview of what's going to happen after I pin you." Justive snarls in Kate's ear before tossing the redhead's arm over her head. Victoria, with her head under Kate's armpit, grabs the back of her rival's thighs and lift her in the air, spreading her legs and giving the audience an unhindered view of Mara's crotch. "How about giving these losers in the front row and appetizer before you give them the entire meal?" Justice chuckles and carries her screaming foe toward the guard rail. The men in the front row begin licking their lips with anticipation, some even unbuckling their belts, but just as Kate is within arms reach of the crowd Victoria begins to wobble.

Kate, acting quickly, wraps her arm around Victoria's throat in a tight side headlock, cutting off the tan beauty's breathing. Victoria attempts to stomp forward and toss her flailing cargo over the guardrail but awkwardly stumbles instead. Kate plants her feet on the top of the guardrail and, taking a page out of Trish Stratus' playbook, kicks off of the guardrail, whips around and drives Victoria face-first onto the thinly padded arena floor with a breathtaking Stratusfaction Bulldog! The crowd leaps to their feet, joyfully booming at the athletic maneuver. Kate, completely exhausted from the fight, slowly hauls herself up, grabbing the ring apron for leverage. Beads of sweat roll down Mara's nude body, causing her pale skin to glisten and sparkle underneath the hot overhead lights of the arena. With one hand curled in a clump of tangled, sweat-soaked black hair and the other grabbing a modest handful of plump, sunkissed asscheek, Kate wearily heaves Victoria up and rolls her underneath the ropes and into the ring.

Kate sinks back down to th ground, utterly spent. Every muscle, every ligament, every fiber is throbbing. She exhausted so much energy lifting Victoria's dead weight, she can barely lift herself up. The audience is clamoring, shouting cheers of encouragement, trying to add fuel to the redhead's fire. The crowd's support does, in fact, uplift Kate. With the crowd rallying behind her, Kate eventually makes it to her feet and slides into the ring. She watches as Victoria senselessly shuffles on her hands and knees, drunkenly meandering across the canvas. Kate, not wanting to allow her foe time to get her waits about her, kneels down and snatches Victoria arms and locks the frail limb between her pale thighs. "It's time to end this!" Mara shouts, locking her hands aroung Justices for head and wrenching back, securing Victoria in a vicious Crossface that Kate has dubbed "The Marauder". Victoria's neck is painfully wrenched backwards and, with Kate laying across her back, she is unable to alleviate any of the pressure. Through her tear-filled, dizzily spinning eyes, she can't even see the ropes. She blindly reaches her free hand out, grasping for a rope that isn't there. With a pathetic, high-pitched whimper, Victoria slaps her palm down on the canvas, rapidly tapping in submission. Kate releases the submission and leaps to her feet. The crowd is electric as the referee hoists Kate's arm in victory.

Victoria is completely and utterly distraught. The dark-haired vixen has wrapped her arms around her body, futilely shielding her exposed breasts and crotch, doing anything she can to save any amount of modesty she can. But, sadly for Justice, any  modicum of dignity she had left was about to be ripped away as the domineering voice of Kate Mara boomed behind her. "On your knees," Kate sneers, waltzing in front of the sniveling, beaten brat. Victoria doesn't rise fast enough, so Kate snags her by the scalp, pulling her up until she's kneeling. "Here's what's going to happen, you're going to use that loser tongue of yours to bring me to orgasm or..." Mara squeezes Justice's face, forcing her trembling lips to pucker, "or I'm going to toss YOUR scrawny ass into the audience." Victoria shakes her head, her body trembling "No! Please, you... you can't do that. I'll...  I'll do anything!" Justice begs. Kate opens her legs and grabs the back of Victoria's head, smirking, "Then get to work, loser!"

Kate gasps as Victoria's warm, wet tongue slowly flicks against her clit. The young Californian grimaces and gags in disgust as she darts her tongue across her rival's sweaty pussy. After a minute of subpar licking, Kate decides to switch tactics. She lays down and spreads her knees, forcing Victoria to crawl to her and continue licking. But, unfortunately for Kate, the new position proves to be as ineffective as the first. Kate decides to take matters in her own hands and shoves Victoria on her back.

Mara straddles her foe's face; pulling Justice's mouth and nose into her hot, sweaty vagina. The victorious redhead began caressing her pale breasts and seductively rotated her hips, rubbing herself on the defeated diva’s protesting, crying face. Mara begins to pick up the pace, frantically rocking her hips as she worked both the crowd and herself into a frenzy. The pale redhead leans forward on her hands and spreads her knees for more contact. Kate picked up on the art of face-riding fairly quickly and began really grinding hard against the blubbering brat underneath her hips. Victoria's horrified screams were muffled as the crowd leaped to their feet in anticipation for the upcoming climax.

Victoria hoped to be lost to unconsciousness, but Mara’s ride was so fast that air was getting in and Victoria couldn’t stop the natural instinct to breathe. With each inhale she took, she also received a taste of Kate's dripping sex from her impending orgasm. There was nothing Victoria could do, nothing to stop what was about to happen - no matter how bad she wanted to. The stirring of her climax came rushing at Mara who belted out a groan of ecstasy as she threw her head back and came to a complete stop, pulling Justice's face into her crotch and holding on tight.

Kate squeezed her eyes shut as she tossed her hair back and gaped, open-mouthed, at the ceiling; letting out a satisfied moan as her juices laid a thick coat on poor Victoria’s face.Kate held Victoria firmly in place until the throbbing began to fade. Then Mara dropped the loser's head on the mat. The defeated diva hacked, coughed and gagged on the juices filling her mouth and oozing from her nostrils. Mara sat back on the beaten girls neck, framing her juice-slathered face with her pale thighs and smiled into the cameras as she posed for victory.

Kate, wanting to add one last final touch to her masterful portrait of destruction, hauls Justice out of the ring. "Wha.. what are you doing?!" Victoria squeals. "Keeping my promise," Mara replies with a grin, "I said you had to bring me to orgasm with your tongue. I had to grind on your bitchy face to make that happen." Mara smirks into Victoria's shocked, rubbed-raw face, "A promise is a promise," Kate snickers, tossing Victoria's nude body over the guardrail and into the hands of the ravenous crowd. It isn't until Miley Cyrus is making her entrance until Justice's body is flung back over the guardrail, landing with an audible splay. The Californian is splayed face-up on the ground, covered from head to toe in cum. The referee grabs the Jobber Queen belt and drapes it across the unconscious loser's waist and places a Jobber Queen tiara on her cum-stained forehead."

- Submission by jdo90