Keira Knightley

Age: 32

Height: 5'7

Weight: 115 lbs

Bust: 32A

Hometown: Teddington, London, UK

Record: 4 - 7

Wins: Keira Knightley (57%) defeats Taylor Swift (43%)

Keira Knightley (56%) defeats Avril Lavigne (44%)

Keira Knightley (55%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (45%)

Keira Knightley (51%) defeats Victoria Justice (49%)

Losses: Margot Robbie (63%) defeats Keira Knightley (37%)

Michelle Trachtenberg (60%) defeats Keira Knightley (40%)

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

Sophia Bush (57%) defeats Keira Knightley (43%)

Miley Cyrus (47%) *UPSETS* Keira Knightley (53%) via RNG

Katrina Bowden (55%) defeats Keira Knightley (45%)

Kristen Bell (70%) defeats Keira Knightley (30%)

Rivals: N/A

Tag Record: 0 - 1

Wins: N/A

Losses: Bowden/Keibler (64%) defeats Knightley/Portman (36%)

Keira Knightley vs. Margot Robbie

"The wiry brunette drunkenly retreated with heavy-heeled footsteps; the fact that she'd turned her back to the ravenous Aussie a sure sign she wasn't thinking clearly at this stage of the match. Keira had hung in long enough to give the bettors a scare, but the last few moments of action had made it clear that Margot outclassed her elder in every facet. Margot arrogantly stopped dead center of the ring with a stern expression on her face, reaching to tuck a few disheveled strands of silky blonde hair back into her tight-knit pony tail, allowing the staggered brunette to stumble and wind her way right back into Robbie's waiting arms. 

With an artful lunge forward, the blonde took hold of Keira's slender throat with one hand, her fingers wrapping like a noose around her straining neck. The brunette's eyes daintily fluttered as her windpipe was sealed completely shut by Margot's grip, blubbering and wheezing for oxygen as Margot tossed Keira's off hand over her shoulder, sucked her tight enough to plant a dismissive kiss square on her forehead, then effortlessly lifted the 115 pound Brit off her feet. Keira's eyes bulged as she was hoisted two feet off the canvas, her tippy toes extending and wiggling for the mat but unable to find solid ground. 

Before the brunette could so much as protest, Robbie pulled the ripcord, drilling the limp brunette through the mat with a brutal chokeslam. Keira's slender frame sickeningly trampolined off the mat before falling deathly still, all four limbs pointed to each corner of the ring. Eyes rolled into the back of her skull, mouth hung agape, Robbie knew the threat of a comeback had been snuffed out, purring as she placed a single forearm on the brunette's diminutive, convulsing bosom and scored the 3-count."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Michelle Trachtenberg vs. Keira Knightley

"The entire ring was still violently quaking as the battered Brit lie face down on the mat, arms awkwardly folded up beneath her slight frame, the only hint of movement being the jiggle of her plump derrière twitching in unison with the springy canvas. Michelle exhaustedly picked herself up from alongside Knightley with a noticeable grimace, struggling much more to put away the wiry brunette even after landing a brutal DDT that nearly spiked the Brit's skull through the canvas. 

With a sluggish shove, Michelle sloshed the staggered Knightley to her back, her limbs flopping spread eagle with a gutteral groan as she rolled over. The brunette's fluttering eyes were met with a disgruntled scoff from Michelle, knowing she had to dig even deeper to finish this even if the last few moments had been one-sided. Michelle knelt over an already stark nude Knightley on her haunches, dismissively planting a stabilizing hand on one of the brunette's diminutive breasts as if she knew Knightley's chances in this fight were behind her. 

Once she caught her breath, Michelle slung one of her toned legs over Keira's fragile frame, straddling the motionless Brit as she blankly stared up into the rafters. With verbose encouragement from those looking on, Michelle sat back and eclipsed Keira's expressionless face with her bubbly ass, wiggling and grinding her backside over the Brit's nose and mouth as Keira suddenly sprang back to life. The desperate revival was short-lived however, as the brunette's token resistance was quickly quelled and snuffed out by Michelle's fleshy reverse schoolgirl face-sit. Michelle could hardly be bothered with the Brit's squirming, cupping each of Keira's pert breasts and riding out the frenzied bucking until she sputtered to a stop. Michelle gave her pommel horse one last sensual grind of her hips before sliding off the unconscious Brit, scooping up her loose top and bottoms off the canvas before adding them to Swift's in her trophy case."

- 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

Keira Knightley vs. Taylor Swift

"High-pitched shrieks fill up the raucous arena as Keira Knightley and Taylor Swift rip at each other's hair with a vengeance. Neither woman had been able to pick up a victory since their arrival and this match would be a chance for one woman to prove her dominance.

The fight started out as a typical catfight -- full of scratching, hair pulling, and clothes ripping -- but soon the match spirals into chaos as Taylor Swift began using several underhanded, illegal maneuvers. The referee received a workout as he chased behind Taylor, warning her to stop using the ropes for leverage during a choke and to release a submission hold during a rope break. The tall blonde waived off the ref, determined to win by any means necessary. She refused to lose to a woman as weak as Keira.

The official of the match seemed to be giving up keeping order; however, Taylor pulling out a pair of brass knuckles hidden in her top was the last straw. The referee immediately steps in front of the leggy pop star, preventing her from approaching her opponent. Taylor proceeded to argue with the referee, screaming and pushing him. Fed up, the ref began to motion to ring the bell and disqualify Taylor when suddenly, the blonde's body froze, her jaw dropped and her eyes buldged out. 

Everyone's initial confusion as to what caused Swift's sudden frozen state was quickly identified as a set of five, freshly pedicured toes peeked out between the American's slender thighs. Taylor's knees turn inward, her hands jutting down and wedding between her thighs, her blue eyes brimming with tears. Her face contorts in anguish as a low sob emits from her trembling red lips. The brass knuckles fall to the mat as the tall blonde collapses on her side, sobbing in pain and massaging her sore womanhood. 

Keira uses her barefoot to gently shove her rival onto her back. The brunette Brit leaps up and bends her leg, forcing her bony knee to stab Taylor's tits. Swift clutches her flattened breasts, mewling and babbling like a baby. Knightley takes her sweet time removing the last remaining garments covering Taylor's body, unveiling her lanky, yet form, body to the rowdy spectators. Keira smirks and, for the first time ever, willingly shimmies off her panties before straddling Taylor's neck. She carefully parts her rival's blonde hair, forcing the blonde to stare up at the British woman's pussy.

"When will you ever learn? Cheaters never prosper and you, my dear, are going to face the consequences." Keira sternly lectures the pleading songstress. Taylor, in one last act of defiance, shouts "Get your fishy vagina out of my faMPHHHH!" 

Keira cuts her off, dropping her aroused sex flush against Taylor's mouth. "Now, you have two options: you can put that slutty mouth and tongue to use, or I can ride your face and do this..." Knightley reaches back and clamps her fingernails onto Taylor's nipple and wrenches it upwards. Swift shrieks and, with no where to run, begins to slowly lick, her face twisting in revulsion. Keira rocks her slender hips, scrubbing her dripping pussy across her rival's mortified face. 

Keira grabs Taylor's head, forcing her face even further into her crotch, grinding her clit against Swift's button nose until she finally releases in euphoria. The brunette's lanky body quakes in excitement, her pelvis thrusting hard, as she completely douses Taylor Swift in her juices.

The referee has long since counted to three and, as Keira shakily rises to her feet, raises her hand in victory. Keira smirks at Taylor, snatching up the American's red panties as a keepsake, before prancing out of the ring, elated from her first victory. Meanwhile a nude Taylor Swift sobs uncontrollably in the ring. She rolls onto her tummy and begins slamming her fists against the canvas and kicking her legs, throwing a complete tempertantrum. Tears roll down her cheeks, mascara running and mingling with Keira's sticky love-juices. Swift was once again beaten, stripped nude and, even more degrading, her face and tongue soiled in the remnants oforgasmic release".

- Submission by jdo90

Sophia Bush vs. Keira Knightley (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"In a battle between two of the smallest competitors on the card, Keira and Sophia had more than made up for it with spunk and attitude. The majority of the bark had come from the fiesty Brit, as Keira had hardly shut her mouth the entire duration of the fight; hurling venomous verbal barbs at the charming brunette non-stop in an attempt to throw her off her game. The two clumsily twisted away from one another after Sophia broke up an exchange that nearly saw Keira steal the fight with an air-tight facesit. A disheveled, rapidly panting Bush skid toward the far ropes on her knees as Keira twirled opposite her, adjusting her slightly displaced thong with a wry smile as Sophia stumbled back to her feet. If it wasn't for a well-timed, jarring hip thrust from the bottom, Bush might've been out cold beneath Keira's plump backside.

As Keira drifted toward the ropes, a pair of hands suddenly snagged her by the shoulder strap of her ivory bikini top, yanking her off balance and into the rubber fencing. The gawky Brit clumsily stumbled into one of the Lumberjack's grasp, letting out a throaty grunt as she pirouette and slammed chest-to-chest with the muscled brute. Knightley's modest breasts came spilling free as she wildly wriggled her arm free, combatively slinging the back of her opposite hand into her attacker's chin and knocking the Lumberjack clean off the apron to the concrete below.

"Fucking STAY down!!" The increasingly confident Knightley hissed, completely unbothered by the fact that he'd managed to take her top with him.

"Jealous?! Take a picture...." Keira smirked to the nearby Daisy Ridley who'd been caught staring  at her chest in shock, triumphantly puffing out her bosom in an effort to dwarf Ridley's similarly-sized A-cups. While the Brit was busy confronting any and every taker lining the apron, Sophia quietly eased up behind the yapping brunette and viciously raked her nails down Keira's spine. Keira let out a hoarse shriek as she reflexively arched her slender back in agony, blindly pawing at the excruciating streaks lining her shoulder blades and lower back.

Sophia was hardly content with the punishment she'd dished out, dipping her shoulder and draping Keira's delicate frame over her neck before lifting into an Argentine Backbreaker. Knightley breathlessly howled as her lithe body was wrenched and contorted into a crippling "C" as Sophia made sure to dig one set of talons into the inside of Keira's thigh as the other cupped her slender throat. Keira recklessly flung blind elbows toward Sophia's midsection below, taking hunks of flesh with her strikes at an alarming rate, refusing to submit to the punishment awaiting the loser. Sophia winced with each blow that found its mark, staggering toward the center of the ring and nearly bowing out of the hold by genuflecting to a knee.

Just when cutting her losses seemed to be the only option, Bush ruthlessly dropped to her knees with a jarring Argentine Backbreaker Drop, crunching the writhing Brit's spine over her shoulders. Knightley's jaw slung agape as her body limply dangled over Sophia's rippling back, deathly silent for the first time all night as she melted out of the hold and flopped to her belly. Keira meekly squirmed while gingerly clutching her lower back, lulling to her side in an attempt to draw a gulp of oxygen, still arched in a paralyzed bow shape. Sophia placed two groping palms on the frozen brunette's bare sternum before shoving her to her backside, draping herself over the docile Knightley for an uncontested 3-count pin.

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The mangled brunette had dug her own grave in this one, and everyone including Sophia sensed it. Without lingering for a second, Bush ducked out of the ring immediately after the 3-count as the manic Lumberjack Knightley had humiliated just moments ago lumbered back to the edge of the apron. Keira leisurely tried to scooch her leg away from the endless reach of her attacker, but unfortunately her ankle was snagged by his beartrap.

Her bubbly backside skid across the canvas as she was yanked outside the ring, squealing as she collapsed right into the Lumberjack's arms. A ruthless elbow from the senseless brute crunched Keira in the jaw, sickeningly sloshing with the impact, slumping lifelessly against the apron as he gently shimmied her slender stems out of her thong bottoms. The brunette's ivory frame draped awkwardly over the edge of the ring as the Lumberjack boorishly traced the landing strip of pubic hair neatly shaved above her cunt. In an instant, the barbarian hoisted Knightley off the ground, hauling her over his shoulder to the outside of the turnbuckle before draping her fluttering frame upside down, hanging in a Reverse Tree of Woe from the middle rope, her skull dangling just below the height of the apron.

Keira dazedly looked on as the brute undid his belt buckle and dropped his pants, unleashing his enormous cock just inches from her horrified face. The brunette guardedly raised her shaky palm before having it dismissively slapped away, squealing helplessly before having his bulge thrust between her parting lips. Mascara streaked sloppily across her cheeks as the Lumberjack's cock smeared against her disoriented features, drool sloshing down the base of his shaft as Keira choked on his deepening bulge. The pinned brunette squirmed in fading desperation as the Lumberjack began to rhythmically pump her skull against the turnbuckle, forcing his shaft deeper down her throat with each barbarous thrust. Keira's eyes began to water as he pushed deeper, gagging on his shaft as she was ruthlessly face-fucked.

With a final spurt, the Lumberjack's muscled frame stiffened as he exploded in the brunette's mouth, filling the back of Keira's throat before pulling out and coating her quaking bosom with the rest of his load. Keira squint and squealed as she was doused, only to perk back up as he wrenched her body upwards by the scalp. The brunette stammered as she looked eye-to-eye with her tormentor, whimpering before he callously hammered the back of her skull against the steel turnbuckle. Keira's body went utterly limp as she gurgled his cum, slumping upside down still dangling from the turnbuckle, utterly broken".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Keira Knightley vs. Avril Lavigne

"The elevated rafters high above the two fighters spun like a record as the vacant blonde stared up at the ceiling, sprawled out spread eagle in the center of the ring as a chorus of jeers and boos rained down upon her. The fluorescent fixtures overhead multiplied out of control as Lavigne drunkenly attempted to put the pieces back together from her shattered psyche. Avril was deaf to it all however; paralyzed by a crippling DDT delivered by the lithe Brit that left her skull rattling long after she melted to the canvas. Keira remained overtly confident despite her shortcomings as a fighter, victoriously parading around the felled singer as though she'd already scored a cover.

Arrogance aside, Avril had put forth a pitiful effort against an opponent who had been a walkover for most, doing little more than avoiding a hard-charging Knightley from the drop. With a hearty tug, Keira gripped one of Avril's ankles and yanked her further away from the ropes to ensure she was in the dead center of the ring. The blonde let out a startled yip as her bubbly ass cheeks skid across the mat, her pert, freed breasts jiggling as her backside slouched once again to the canvas.

"You're gonna wish I turned out your lights..." Keira venomously hissed under her breath as she crossed and stepped between Avril's milky white gams, mercilessly falling back into a brutal Figure-Four Leglock. The blonde began to frantically pump her fists against the mat, wailing in agony as Keira's powerful, flexing thighs put a tremendous amount of strain on Lavigne's. Avril hysterically flailed and squirmed without thought, her perky tits spasming as they craned skyward. The delicate curve of her spine arched into an excruciating "C", but for all her floundering she only managed to sink herself deeper into Knightley's clutches. Avril valiantly held out for far longer than was to be expected for such a deep hold, finally tapping when Keira athletically bridged her thin frame to up the pressure to dangerous levels and threaten serious injury".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Keira Knightley vs. Miley Cyrus

"Despite sporting the same exact records thus far in their budding careers, the elder Knightley had been putting on a show to prove she was more than jobber fodder for the other Strawweights. Miley had been overwhelmed early, but her plucky, unflinching demeanor had somehow kept her in the fight to this point. Keira exhaustedly balanced on the middle ropes, windedly clutching her bare bosom, sweat-soaked strands of her disheveled locks caked to her temples as her once-neatly tied pony tail hung messily over her shoulder. The brunette ascended the corner turnbuckle as though it was Everest as Miley woozily teetered at her turned backside, the blonde vacantly swaying as Keira kept one palm grasped firmly around Miley's own pony tail as a leash.

The Brit suddenly took a clumsy seat atop the turnbuckle, spinning back to face Cyrus and latching onto her scalp with her off-hand, ready to position and bomb the blonde to the mat for a high-flying, message-sending finish. Suddenly there was a hoarse, throaty squeal, the crowd shielded from the goings-on. Out of nowhere, Knightley fell back on her bubbly ass, her planted heels slipping off the ropes as Miley brutally slung her forehead between Keira's thighs with a paralyzing headbutt. Keira's bulbs stretched wide as her fingers pleadingly cupped her pulsing cunt, her slender abdomen hunching at the waist, flexing as she wheezed for oxygen. Miley slid her digits over Keira's thighs and undid the drawstring of her bottoms, slinging the bunched, sweat-soaked material from between her legs and revealing Keira's smoothly shaven slit.

The blonde once again thrust her head between Keira's trembling, twitching gams, this time insatiably thrusting her tongue between Knightley's plump lips. The brunette's abdomen suddenly stiffened, tossing her head back in ecstasy, her mouth frozen agape as Miley athletically lifted the writhing Brit to her shoulders and pulled away from the turnbuckle. Keira's thin frame convulsed as jolts of electricity ran up her spine, her golden brown nipples stiffening as her lower back hunched, toes curling as she draped herself over Miley's upper half like a shawl. Cyrus expertly pumped and darted her tongue into the Brit's pulsing slit, carnally eating out the paralyzed Knightley while balancing her atop her shoulders. Mascara streaks smeared across Keira's cheek as her long eyelashes fluttered into the back of her head, messily drooling down her chin as her body helplessly shuttered. Suddenly, Miley pulled the string, dropping to her knees and detonating Keira spine-first into the canvas.

There was a fleshy crunch as the Brit's hunched frame unfolded, her cranium sickeningly slinging against the mat as Miley mercilessly Powerbombed the mewling brunette. Her limbs flung to each corner of the ring, her tits convulsing as her bulbs rolled into the back of her skull. Miley savagely leaned forward and took another sloppy bite from Knightley's dripping sex, slithering her own nude frame up Keira's before folding her into a stunning, humiliating matchbook pin".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Sara Jean Underwood vs. Keira Knightley

"These two contrasting beauties certainly weren't going to take anyone's breath away with their overwhelming wrestling talent, but no one could dare accuse them of not being able to put on a proper show. One of the most anticipated lead-ups to the Main Event Title Match had been riddled with missed opportunities and failed holds between these two new stablemates, but in a shocking turn of events it was the wiry Brit who began to seize unquestioned control. And make no mistake, she was going to let her humiliated teammate hear about it before things were over. A debilitated Underwood clumsily pressed to all fours, her bubbly ass perked skyward as she swaddled her naked form with a visible fluster. Despite her unassuming record, an undaunted and rather brazen Knightley circled her downed foe in a premptive celebration, twirling the bunched material of Sara's sheer, sweat-dampened white thong around her index finger before slingshotting it across the ring.

Eliciting a shrill yelp from the blonde's lips, Keira sunk two sets of digits into Sara's loose, shoulder-length mane, ripping her upright and slinging her into the corner turnbuckle spine-first. Underwood throatily mewled as her shoulder blades were split by the unforgiving, lightly padded steel, clutching the top rope on either side of the post to remain staggered, but miraculously upright. Knightley then sensually dipped underneath the ropes at Sara's side, her pendulous stems and plump derriere enveloping the tiny string thong draped over her hips in a jaw-dropping tribute to Stacy Keibler's legendary ring entrances and exits. Athletically hopping atop the turnbuckle and towering above a wilting Underwood, Keira wiggled out of her bottoms and tossed the bunched spandex into the crowd before straddling the corner post above Sara.

Sara was bewildered as Keira straightened her back up from behind, seemingly ready to piggyback the sagging blonde before she craned her head back, resting it atop the turnbuckle as if it were a pillow. Then, a hoarse, mortified squeal as Sara's rosy features were suddenly eclipsed by the Brit's backside, arms and legs wildly flailing as Keira took a seat atop Sara's face. The blonde futily wailed and squirmed, but accomplished nothing more than shimmying herself deeper between Keira's suffocating ass cheeks. The Brit rode her bucking bronco for a few more demeaning moments before Underwood's frame fell mostly silent, violently convulsing as she sagged toward the canvas. Her teardropping bosom lightly jiggled as her arms draped over the top rope, hanging lifelessly from the ropes as her skull remained pinned beneath Keira's behind. Her frame awkwardly folded over itself as Keira finally lifted off her seat cushion, the blonde's stems sliding into the splits as she sulked flat on her belly, unresponsive as Keira planted a heel on her backside for the 3-count".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Keira Knightley/Natalie Portman vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler

"A disheveled and dejected Keira Knightley hoarsely wailed into the canvas as she lulled to her rapidly panting belly; her long, wiry stems thumping the mat in agony as the pair of domineering blondes towered ominously over her, only she didn't have their attention at the moment. Keira's slender frame awkwardly twisted and writhed in crippling pain; sweat, drool and mascara streaking across the stainless canvas as her contorted features painted the mat. Her cheeky, upturned derrière jiggled as Stacy Keibler became irate above her, tamping her heel against the canvas while throwing a tantrum.

"That bitch jumped in the ring first! She deserved what she got!" Keibler incredulously shouted at the bewildered official, motioning to a now unconscious Natalie Portman twitching just outside the ring apron on the concrete below. With Keira seconds away from falling victim to a spine-melting Camel Clutch submission, Portman had slipped into the ring to save her partner, only Stacy had just been biding her time on the sidelines to bend the rules if given the opportunity. With lightning-like reflexes, Stacy followed Natalie into the ring and intercepted the brunette before she could interfere and save Keira, detonating a paralyzing Big Boot against Portman's chin and sending her spilling out of the ring altogether, unconscious before she even hit the ground. With a regretful go-ahead from the oblivious, frankly intimidated official, the blondes turned their collective gaze back toward Knightley.

"You don't mind a little nudity do ya? You're practically a boy!" Katrina venomously hissed as she undid the drawstring of Keira's top, allowing her itty-bitty A-cup tits to spill free as her partner shimmied the Brit out of her bottoms. Planting her heels on the backs of Keira's calves, Katrina then wrenched and contorted the mewling brunette into a tight, devastating Ceiling Hold. Keira's mouth fell agape as her spine was once again curled into a brutal, inhumane shape, her slender frame spasming as Katrina mercilessly bounced and yanked her bent spine deeper into the hold.

Keira's dark-painted lashes suddenly peeled open as she felt Stacy step over and straddle her face, squealing at full-throat before her cries were muffled by the blonde's scantily-covered sex. The brunette's wilting frame buckled as Keibler tightened her muscled stems and flexed for the world to see, stretching up to her tippy toes to ensure her long, bronzed thighs were at full-mast in smothering out the pathetic, whimpering prey she'd trapped between her two boas. Keibler's inner thighs began to redden with the heat of Keira's frantic convulsing and squirming, only heightened when Stacy sensually leaned over the brunette's naked frame and clamped her devilish digits onto Keira's stiffening nipples.

"Maybe I can stretch you to a B!" Stacy playfully taunted as she remorselessly tugged and stretched Knightley's tits, nearly prying her nipples clean off her chest. As Keira's movements and coordination finally slowed after a few moments of breathless torture, her thin frame fell slack in the blondes' joint embrace; a faint gurgle and the heavy jostling of her messy convulsions the only sign of life.

"One more liiiiiiittle stretch!" Katrina echoed from below, painfully bowing Keira's naked frame once more, ensuring to pry her thighs apart with her own powerful legs. Following her partner's lead, Stacy playfully snaked her palm down Keira's flexing, twitching belly, painting her sweat-soaked landing strip of pubic hair before parting Knightley's plump kitty lips with her index and middle fingers.

"Get in tight for the PPV cover shot boys - the Sassy Classy Sisters are here to fucking stay!"

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Keira Knightley/Natalie Portman vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler

"Stacy Keibler and Katrina were most certainly in a festive spirit.  The diabolical blondes were scantily clad in Santa Claus-inspired outfits -- Stacy in a tiny red mini-dress and Katrina in a satin red bra and panty set with white fur adorning the edges. Every time Katrina or Stacy bent down or spun around, their bronzed ass cheeks playfully peeked out from their tantalizing attire, causing a chorus of wolf whistles from the hypersexual crowd. The audience's whistles, of course, were also interrupted with a chorus of jeers. The disapproving boos were in reaction to the leggy duo's constant underhanded attacks and blatant interference.

Katrina, before the match began, snagged a microphone and proceeded to verbally berate one particular member of the opposing team. The recipient of the verbal lashing was Natalie Portman. Natalie and Katrina were no strangers in the ring -- the two had previously squared off with Katrina getting the win. Of course Bowden had a lot of help from Stacy Keibler and a wooden baseball bat, but that didn't stop Katrina from verbally accosting Portman as if the blonde had single handedly decimated her. Once Bowden and Keibler were finished with their pre-match trash talk, and all four women were in the ring, Natalie immediately approached Katrina, getting nose-to-nose with the arrogant blonde.

As soon as the time keeper rang the opening bell, Katrina raked her nails across Natalie's eyes and, before Portman could retaliate, Bowden tagged in Stacy. For the rest of the fight Stacy kept Natalie far from Keira's side of the ring, making sure Portman wasn't able to tag out. Once Natalie was a broken, sobbing mess Stacy finally tagged Katrina back in. "Oh my, what happened to your outfit?! It's in tatters," Bowden grinned, sending an ankle kick to Natalie's exposed ribs, sending the brunette flopping to her back. "Remember this?" Katrina runs her fingers under the back waistband of her panties before slightly hiking them up, exposing even more of her plump asscheeks. "What am I saying... of course you do! I mean, how could you forget my magnificent ass!" Bowden crouches down until the crotch of her panties is mere inches from Natalie's face. "Afterall, it was parked ontop of that pointy little nose of yours.... boop!" Katrina finished her statement by playfully bopping Portman's nose with her finger before continuing her taunting. "Since you seemed to have so much fun last time, I think it's time for my ass and your nose need to have another scandalous rendezvous."

The bronzed blonde slowly sank down to her knees and turned around until she was facing Portman's feet. With a  triumphant smirk etched on her face, Bowden began descending her bodacious backside toward Portman's aghast features. However, instead of once again feeling the stimulating sensation of Natalie's nose lodged between her cheeks, Katrina felt a searing pain. Letting out a wild yelp, Katrina jerked her head around to see the source of her discomfort. Katrina's baby blue eyes teared up and another yelp escaped her pursed lips as Natalie, gripping and hearty handful of Bowden's panties, wedgied the material even higher up the blonde's back.

The audience clamored as the short brunette stopped the conniving blonde dead in her tracks. In a last ditch effort to disrupt what was sure to be another humiliating loss, Natalie had used her last bit of strength to snatch her rival's underwear and wedgie the material sky high. Katrina shot up on her tiptoes, with Natalie eventually rising up behind her, wrenching the wedgie even higher! Keira, Natalie's partner whom, due to Katrina and Keibler's effective, albeit devious, plot to keep Natalie as the active fighter, cheered on the spunky brunette and outstretched her hand for a much-needed tag. Bowden pathetically danced across the canvas as more and more of her underwear disappeared up her ass with an exhausted, yet rejuvenated Natalie Portman leaving her ever closer to the opposite corner.

Everyone was so focused on the sight of Katrina's bubbly ass, which, at this point, was practically completely exposed, no one, not even the referee, noticed Keibler reach under the ring and grab a wooden baseball bat -- the same bat Katrina used to gain her victory over Natalie just weeks ago. Stacy, with the wooden bat in hand, crept around the ring until she was behind Keira. Just as Natalie came within inches of tagging in her partner, Stacy swung the bat, cracking it against Keira's calves. Knightley immediately collapsed, falling off the apron and landing on the concrete, scarcely covered by thin mats, below. Stacy, still holding the bat, high tails it around to her corner. Natalie and the referee, hearing the agonized sobs, turn their attention to Keira. Natalie releases her grip and peers over the ropes to see her partner clutching at her legs and writhing in pain.

The referee exits the ring to check on Knightly, ignorant to the fact that Stacy has entered the ring. With the referee distracted, Stacy is able to sneak behind Natalie and secure her arms behind her back. Bowden, whom has finally finished digging her underwear out of her ass, grabs the bat and viciously slams it against Natalie's exposed breasts. The loud CRACK of wood striking flesh booms across the arena, snapping the referee's attention back to the ring. Mich to the fan's dismay, by the time the referee enters the ring, Stacy is back behind the ropes, the bat has been safely discarded and Katrina is laying across Portman's convulsing body.

Katrina, of course, gets the pinfall and the Sassy Klassy Sisters are awarded the victory. Stacy and Katrina are showered with boos as the arrogantly pose over Portman and, the two divas acting as if they just won a gold medal, jumped for joy. Before they left the ring, Katrina once again crawled over Natalie and took a seat on her face. Just as the Blonde began rocking her hips an enraged Keira Knightley slid into the ring and hobbled over to save her partner. Sadly for Knightley, she was too injured to intervene and proceeded to get smothered under Keibler's ass while Katrina remained perched, once again, on top of Natalie's disgusted face."

- Submission by jdo90

Keira Knightley vs. Katrina Bowden (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)

"Despite being the slight betting favorite thanks in part to the perceived 'revenge factor', the fiery Brit wore the bloody marks of someone who was simply overmatched by Bowden's length and skill. Having dismantled Keira alongside her partner, Stacy Keibler, in their previous Tag bout just weeks ago, Katrina instead picked up right where she left off; picking apart her prey with stunning precision. Already left naked and twitching, tits up and spread eagle for the numerous ringside cameras to invade her lithe body in their last fight, Keira's fate would be far worse on this night.

The scrawny Knightley's milky white frame was coated with drips and spatters of crimson, a deep gash having opened up above her left eye early on and leaked across her bare frame throughout. Katrina's bronzed, statuesque frame towered in stark contrast to Knightley's, both girls having been stripped stark nude after a rather catty opening few moments.

A woozy Knightley clumsily two-stepped opposite a pursuing Bowden, attempting to mitigate the gangly blonde's interminable reach advantage by tossing a klutzy inside leg kick toward Katrina's front knee that caught more air than flesh. The spirited blonde instead athletically sidestepped Keira's kick and slung a knuckled backhand into her hanging chin, catching the brunette flush and nearly knocking her out cold on her feet. Bowden attempted to follow her thunderous strike with a wild roundhouse kick, but Keira was already teetering, her knees buckling before knocking together and collapsing lifelessly to her backside. The stunned brunette's limbs scattered spread eagle as she hit with a weighted thud in the sand, her torso spasming as she clung to consciousness, the roar of the crowd literally shaking the virtual arena as tens of thousands rose in unison.

Keira alertly rolled out from underneath a hammering stomp, her silky brown hair just whipping out of the way before being snagged by Katrina's heel. Instead of gracefully twisting to her feet, Keira's limbs faltered, spilling awkwardly to her belly instead. Knightley let out a gruff squeal as Katrina twisted her fingers around a sweaty clump of her hair and straightened the brunette up to her knees, equipping and unraveling a jagged wire garrote in her opposite palm.

Katrina ruthlessly twirled the garrote around the Brit's throat and planted her heel between Keira's bony shoulder blades, extending her pendulous gam and bowing Knightley's slender frame into a vicious modified Kneeling Surfboard. Keira's fingers desperately pried at the biting wire noose, the bulging veins in her delicate neck crackling as Kat's leg straightened completely, cutting off every possible ounce of oxygen. The fading brunette sputtered and squirmed, her naked torso twisting and twitching as she began to slump to her haunches under the immense pressure being put on her windpipe, the jagged blades of the barbed wire noose leaving red streaks through her straining throat as she struggled more deeply. Somewhat unnerved by the brunette's relentless spasming and refusal to die, Bowden brutally cranked one end of the garrote as if she was ripping the cord of a lawn mower. The barbed cable sickeningly cut deep into the Brit's neck, slicing her throat open as a heavy spurt of blood burst forth and coated her naked sternum. Equally stunned and overjoyed that it was finally over, Bowden released the handles of the garrote and allowed the brunette to spill face-first to the sandy pit below in a pool of her own blood, her bubbly derrière pointing skyward, her plump pussy lips peeking out from between her gently split thighs as she gurgled her last few breaths. To a chorus of deafening applause Katrina planted a victorious boot on Keira's upturned ass, soaking in her victory as Knightley's corpse began to sag in the sand, her legs sliding into the splits as her body fell deathly still."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Keira Knightley vs. Kristen Bell (Skin-to-Win Match)

"Despite nearly-mirrored records, the baffled viewers might have thought they were witnessing a Strawweight versus Bantamweight squash match the way Kristen Bell had dissected the lanky Brit opposite her. Keira audaciously stammered back to her feet, wobbling on her heels after a dizzying Airplane Spin and Sitout Slam left her shaky and bewildered. Her slender, gangly frame drifted half a dozen drunken steps before finally stabilizing, already stripped completely buck naked aside from a single ragged sock clinging to her right heel. The brunette's head hung low as she meekly shielded her bushy mound and perky A-cups with both arms; a flustered, pouty whimper slipping from her lips in place of the endless trash-talk and taunts that flowed early in the fight.

Kristen's outfit had remained bulletproof, still safely clinging to her tiny frame aside from a few tattered scrapes and tears. With a sudden, breezy rush that once again shocked the brunette, Kristen crow-hopped forward and scooped up Knightley by the waist; twisting both arms around her hips and lifting her parallel to the ground.

Keira's long, slender stems pedaled and kicked with desperation as Bell struck a domineering pose, savoring every pathetic whimper and blubber from the Brit. Then, lifting to her tippy toes, Kristen craned Keira's gawky, squirming frame and drove her curled spine through the canvas below with a gutting Sidewalk Slam, flattening Knightley's already delicate abdomen. Keira's slender back arched off the canvas as her mouth fell agape, hoarsely gagging and whimpering for oxygen, only her compressed lungs wouldn't hold a single breath. Her modest bosom quaked and sputtered with spasms as all four limbs weightily slid to the mat, sprawled on her back as Kristen hunched down and scooped the back of her right leg.

First peeling the sheer, black sock off her heel, Kristen then yanked Knightley's pendulous stem as high as it would stretch, tucking it against her sternum, revealingly splitting her slender thighs to display her plump, pink lips and bubbly, upturned ass. Keira's frame jostled with panting heaves as Bell applied the pin, stuffing Keira's sweaty sock into her mouth to finally shut the Brit up as the 3-count rumbled, ending Knightley's nightmare."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Keira Knightley vs. Victoria Justice (Jobber Title Match)

"Victoria, ever the pretentious diva, made a grandiose entrance. Several large, muscular shirtless men hoisted a throne above there heads and sitting ontop of that throne was the Queen of the Ring herself, Victoria Justice. Justice, as always, is accompanied by her teammate Taylor Swift. As Victoria makes her entrance a looping video plays on the jumbotron above the entrance ramp. It shows Victoria winning the inaugural Battle Royal and tossing Kate Mara outside the ring. It also shows what happened after the show went off the air. Justice skips out of the ring just as Mara rises to her hands and knees. Justice climbs onto Kate's back, pulling her hair with one hand and cruelly spanking her bare ass with the other hand, Justice forces Kate to carry her up the entrance ramp in a demoralizing horse ride.

Inside the ring, eagerly waiting for her opponent is Keira "The Nightmare" Knightley. The lean Englishwoman paces the ring and, as soon as Victoria dips under the bottom rope, Knightley strikes! Victoria yelps and tries to retreat, but she is unable to stop the volley of blows flying into her. Keira pummels Justice into the corner, forcing the former Nickelodeon star to sag, her black minidress riding up her tan thighs as she slides down. But the momentum instantly shifts once Taylor Swift grabs Keira's ankle and trips her to the mat, allowing Justive to regain her bearings. The numbers game appeared to be too much for Knightley. The fiesty Brit soon found herself stripped down to her bra and panties and on the receiving end of hard stomps to her spine, courtesy of Victoria's black stiletto heels.

"The only thing more pathetic than your fighting ability is your skinny, flat, little ass!" Victoria hisses, punctuating her statement with a quick kick to Keira's upturned bottom. Suddenly the crowd, whom have spent the entire match booing, breaks into raucous cheers. Mandy Moore and Kate Mara, having seen enough of Swift Justice's devious cheating, decided to even the odds. Swift was giggling with fiendish delight as she watched Victoria dismantle Keira, unaware that one of her biggest rivals stood mere inches behind her. The blonde's face dropped once age heard a familiar voice pur in her ear, "Did ya miss me, Tay?" Mandy reaches under Taylor's miniskirt, grabbing a fistful of her panties, and yanks the undergarment up, cutting it deep into her crotch. Swift howls and dances on her tiptoes as Moore leads her to the ring steps. Mandy releases the undergarment, snatches a handful of blonde hair and slams Taylor face-first into the steel steps, knocking her out on impact. The commotion causes the referee to advert his attention to Taylor, whom is laying unconscious on her back.

Kate slips into the ring and stalks behind Victoria, patiently waiting to strike her clueless prey. Justice is beaming with joy as she stomps her foe. "I hope you're watching, Watson! This is what is going to happen to you!" Victoria sneers down at Keira's beaten body before feeling a hand grab her shoulder. The Cali native spins on her heel, her jaw dropping once she sees Kate Mara standing in front of her. "Payback time, bitch!" Kate smirks before landing a hard right cross that connects with Victoria's chin. As the Queen of the Ring stumbles back, holding her jaw, Mara takes the opportunity to humiliate the bratty celeb. Kate reaches over between Justice's modest breasts, grabs the neckline of her tight black mini dress, and with a single hard pull, ripped it open down to her belly.

“What the hell?!” Justice squeals and immediately wraps her arms around her breasts, sheepishly covering her bare B-cup tits. As Victoria nervously darted toward the ropes, hoping to escape the ring, she was met with the smirking face of Mandy Moore whom stood at ring side. Victoria turned on her heel and made a beeline for the other side of the ring, the ripped cloth of her top rippling behind her like a flag. Kate, hyped up by the crowd's raucous cheers of approval, reaches out and grabs a handful of the flowing fabric, pulling even harder at the length of tattered silk that had, until a moment ago, comprised the top half of Victoria's dress.

A smooth ripping sound was heard as Victoria clumsily spun sideways, thrown off balance by the unraveling of her designer dress as its fabric unwound around her body and, in no time, the entire outfit is reduced to a long thin strip of silk dangling from Kate's clenched fist. A piercing, horrified scream blasts out of Victoria's throat as the fans erupt with cheers. Justice continues covering her modest breasts with her slender forearms, wearing nothing more than a lacy pair of black thong panties and her matching patent leather stiletto heels. The risque garment's small triangular front barely covers the former Nickelodeon star's plump pink pussy while its back consisted of a thin dividing line that tapered between her supple butt and vanished up into the peach-like crevice of her smooth sun-bronzed ass cheeks.

“NO?!”, Justice choked on the simple word. Her big, beautiful dark brown eyes popping out with utter embarrassment. Staring wide-eyed at the piece of cloth dangling in Mara’s hand Victoria, whom at the beginning of the match was a smirking, arrogantly confident diva, was now reduced to scared, self-conscious little girl. The whole arena rejoiced in unison at the cocky diva's state of undress. Catcalls and wolf whistling erupted as Kate tossed the tattered fabric and lunged for her embarrassed rival, ripping Victoria's right arm away from her breasts and Irish whipping her towards the ropes. Justice careened into the ropes, struggling to stay upright, her freed breasts bouncing with each stride as she rushed towards the ready and waiting Mara.

Kate ruthlessly bunched up the silk tattered fabric in both her hands and, ducking the swinging fists of Victoria, wrapped the material around the dark haired beauty"s neck and performed a brutal snapmare, forcing Justice to land on her scantily clad butt with a hard thump. Victoria cried in pain and rolled onto her belly, her hands reaching back to rub her stinging ass cheeks. As Victoria mewled in pain and embarrassment, Keira began to rise to her feet, literally shaking with rage. Kate extended her hand and helped Knightley up. "Give her Hell." Mara grinned before giving Keira a hug and sliding out of the ring

Knightley, seething with rage, raised her left foot and stepped on Victoria's head, pinning her face to the dirty canvas. Victoria lashed out with her arms in anger, trying to grab Keira's ankles, but the crafty Brit managed to stay just beyond her reach. “Now, what do we have here?”, a cruel smile curled across Knightley's glossy lips. Still holding her foe's face against the canvas with her left foot, Keira hooks two fingers under the back of Justice's scantily clad bottoms, takes a firm grip, and yanks painfully upwards. “MmMmmmAHHHHH!!!”, Victoria shrieked angrily into the filthy canvas. Cat-calls and cheers erupted from the horny crowd as audience members were granted an unobstructed view of her spectacular heart-shaped ass. Knightley stretched the back of Justice's thong up as far as it would go, several inches above her arched lower back, then held it there with glee as her curvaceous opponent squirmed and struggled beneath her. An image flashed up on the jumbotron, a close-up of Victoria's rear end, her squirming sweat-slick thighs, her deeply wedgied, peach-shaped ass glistening beneath the bright arena lights, the plump fleshy lips of her shiny pomegranate-pink pussy bisected by the stretched-tight fabric of her black-lacy bottoms.

Knightley slowly flossed the garment's bunched-up seat back and forth between Victoria's long, supple, frantically kicking legs, letting it dig deep into the poor bratty diva's barely-covered pussy, drawing it tight against her clit until, SNAP! The audience once again erupts as the thong snaps in half. Knightly holds the tattered waistline in her hand while the crotch panel remains deeply embedded inside Victoria's crotch and perky ass. The disgraced Queen's cries of anguish were smothered beneath Keira's dominating foot.

“Ooooohhh...”, Knightley cooed, “that must have hurt, huh, Vicky? ” Taking advantage of her nude opponent's frustrated thrashings, she stepped over Justice's flailing legs and pulled her slender, naked frame up, hoisting the snobby Queen to her feet. Victoria struggled to keep her balance on her stiletto heels, losing her footing and shamefully, as well as painfully, falling spine-first into the corner turnbuckle. Justice cried out as her shoulder blades were split by the thinly-padded steel. She desperately clutched the top rope on either side of the post, the only thing that was preventing her from face-planting into the canvas as her legs quaked and buckled. Knightley dipped her long leg over the middle rope at Victoria's side, her bubbly, pale derriere eating up the tiny white thong snuggly sitting over her hips as she made her way to the ring apron. Knightley climbed onto the top of the turnbuckle, towering above her sagging foe. Then, in an uncharacteristically lewd display, Keira tucked her fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs! The crowd was deafening as Knightley straddled the corner post above Justice.

Keira reached forward, cupping Victoria's chin, and pulled her head back, craning the California native's neck back until the back of her skull was resting on the top turnbuckle pad. Victoria let out a horrified cry as she stared up into Knightley's naked, slightly hairy crotch. "NO!" Justice screamed, "What are you doing?! DON'T EVEN THUGHH... MMMPHHH!" Keira muffled the devious Queen by stuffing her white thong straight inside Victoria's protesting mouth. "That should shut your filthy trap for a minute or two," snarled Knightley. Then, a sudden hoarse, mortified, muffled squeal erupted from Victoria as her blushing, humiliated features were suddenly eclipsed by the Brit's nude backside.

Victoria's thin arms and legs were wildly flailing as Keira took a seat right ontop of Victoria's face, sinking in her finishing maneuver, "The Knightmare". The dark haired Queen screamed through her thong-stuffed mouth and squirmed in an attempt to escape her foe. But, sadly for Miss Justice, the only thing she accomplished was literally burying herself even deeper between Keira's snow white, suffocating ass cheeks. "What's the matter, ya little slag? What are ya cryin' for? I thought you would be used to havin' your face stuck up your opponent's bum at this point!" Knightley quips. The Brit rode the bucking diva for a few more mortifying moments before Justice's slender frame fell relatively still before violently convulsing as she sagged toward the canvas. Her modest breasts lightly jiggled as her body lifelessly slumped, her arms hanging over the top rope. The only thing preventing her from kissing the canvas was the fact that her skull remained pinned under Keira's naked backside. Keira gave her hips one last wiggle before lifting up, allowing Victoria's sunkissed body to awkwardly fold over itself and sulk flat on her belly, her lean legs sliding out, unveiling her thigh gap. Keira remained seated on the turnbuckle as the referee counted to 10, awarding Keira with the knock out victory."

- Submission by jdo90