Lucy Pinder

Age: 34

Height: 5'5

Weight: 130 lbs

Bust: 32H

Hometown: Winchester, United Kingdom

Record: 3 - 2

Wins: Lucy Pinder (74%) defeats Melissa Debling (26%)

Lucy Pinder (54%) defeats Yvonne Strahovski (46%)

Lucy Pinder (42%) *UPSETS* Kate Upton (58%) via RNG

Losses: Blake Lively (53%) defeats Lucy Pinder (47%)

Gemma Atkinson (61%) defeats Lucy Pinder (39%)

Rivals: Melissa Debling (1 - 0)

Lucy Pinder (74%) defeats Melissa Debling (26%)

Tag Record: 1 - 1

Wins: Pinder/Debling (76%) defeats Logan/Lynx (24%)

Losses: Pelas/Addison (65%) defeats Pinder/Debling (35%)

Lucy Pinder vs. Melissa Debling

"Two luscious Brits looked to mark their arrival to the CWF with an exclamation point as they faced off against one another, both putting their hat in the ring to challenge the likes of Upton and Daddario. The winner of their introductory match however, would have a gigantic leg up in that quest. Their measurables were fairly identical on paper, and even face-to-face, but this had been a slaughter. The dogged brunette, Lucy Pinder, had dismantled the dallying blonde, seriously injuring her ribs just seconds in with a gut-wrenching Over The Knee Backbreaker.

The blonde's rib cage was cheery red as she drunkenly staggered opposite a pressing Pinder, windedly clutching her side before a singular palm to the sternum sent her tumbling clumsily to the canvas. Teary streaks of mascara marked her rosy cheeks as she winced with the fall, scooting on her bare behind into the corner as Lucy slowly backpedaled into the opposite one. The stark nude blonde scrunched against the ring post, one hand delicately cradling her midsection while the other slid between her fleshy thighs, cupping her sleek, shaven cunt from the thousands of pairs of prying eyes.

Suddenly the ring began to quake as Lucy tramped across the canvas with conviction, cutting off Melissa's shrill squeal as she went airborne and clobbered the seated Debling with a merciless Bronco Buster, thrashing and bouncing atop the blonde's bare, heaving bosom as she pinned her to the post. Debling's curvy frame was trounced repeatedly until she slumped to her back, helplessly mewling as she swaddled her enormous breasts with both hands, wheezing as she lulled to the healthy side of her sternum.

Lucy slid to her haunches at Melissa's hip, gently trickling her fingers over the blonde's exposed, pulsing rib cage before using a tug on her shoulder to pin Melissa to the canvas on her back. With a wry smile, Pinder cupped Melissa's left tit and mushroomed the fleshy orb flat to her chest, calling for the merciful 3-count to end her countrywoman's suffering".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Yvonne Strahovski vs. Lucy Pinder

"Yvonne Strahovski walks into the ring very confident. She knows she has quite an advantage over Lucy Pinder. Her reach and weight advantage giving her a clear edge in this fight, Lucy only really outshines her in the breast department. However these only really help in titfights and this is not a titfight. The blonde Aussie can hear her fans cheering and chanting her name. Most here in the arena think that Yvonne will dominate her smaller and lighter British opponent tonight.

Lucy is called in next and she seems a little nervous seeing the tall blonde Aussie standing inside the ring. She steps between the ropes and enters the ring. Both women are wearing a bikini. Yvonne’s bikini seems to be very comfortable around her body, while Lucy’s bikini is uncomfortably keeping her twins prisoned. Lucy put on a smaller bikini top size just to intimidate her opponent. Her breasts seem to be able to burst out of her bikini top at any given moment.

The two fighters meet in the middle and Lucy bumps her breasts against Yvonne’s body. The Australian actress however isn’t intimidated at all and simply smiles down at her opponent. She pushes Lucy away from her and the busty British model thrusts her chest back against Yvonne.

“You are going down you dumb busty whore!” Yvonne taunts her opponent to show her confidence.

“I am going to smother you out bitch!” Lucy threatens back and bumps her breasts against Yvonne again.

“You are only famous because you flash your giant boobs!” Yvonne snaps back at the busty model.

“Feeling jealous you flat chested bimbo?” Lucy smirks at the Aussie.

The bell rings and the two fighters both try to get on the offense from the start. Lucy however quickly experiences her disadvantages opposed to Yvonne. The Aussie sends a devastating roundhouse kick to her body and she is send sideways. She catches to ropes and uses them to remain on her feet. The blonde quickly tries to exploit Lucy’s weakness and continues to send kick after kick at the busty brunette. Lucy tries to block or avoid them, but the Aussie is too fast for her and she is landing kick after kick against her body. 

Lucy quickly realizes why Yvonne is considered to be a formidable fighter. She brings years of training and fighting into the ring and the blonde actress is forcing her into a corner. Her back is against the turnbuckle and now Strahovski moves in closer to deliver some destructive punches. Lucy raises her arms to protect her face, but Yvonne isn’t going after her face. The Aussie is targeting her money makers and Lucy soon begins to scream in pain. Fist after fist is landing against her proud twins and after just a couple of punches they pop out of the bikini top.

The crowd cheers loudly the moment Lucy’s boobs are freed from the top and they bounce around. They are chanting Yvonne’s name and the Aussie is enjoying every moment so far. The busty model currently has no clue on what to do to improve her situation. Yvonne keeps hammering her breasts and they are starting to hurt like hell. Lucy almost wants to beg Yvonne to stop. She tries to endure the onslaught from her blonde opponent, who seems determined to take her down fast.

“Come on bitch, fight me!” Yvonne taunts the brunette, who so far has only been able to defend herself.

Lucy tries to be more aggressive and jabs the blonde’s face. Yvonne skillfully dodges it and hooks her fist under Pinder’s right breast. Her boob shoots up and almost slams into Lucy’s face. The busty models lets out another painful cry and tries to hit the Aussie with another jab. She is however too slow or Yvonne is simply to fast for her. The blonde moves her head to the side and Lucy’s jab misses it’s target. Again her failed attempt to hit her opponent gets punished. Yvonne slams her fist into Pinder’s stomach and the busty model topples forward. Her head resting against Yvonne’s shoulder now. Lucy’s arms wrap around the blonde for support, while she is gasping for air. 

Yvonne knows this might end up being dangerous for her and continues to pummel her fists against Pinder’s battered body. Lucy is hanging on for dear life and she is literally hoping for a miracle. So far this fight has been one sided, because Yvonne didn’t give her a single chance. Lucy knows that Yvonne is the better fighter and only with extreme luck she would be able to defeat the taller woman. 

“Next time I really need to get a real fighter, because you busty bimbos don’t know how to fight at all.” Strahovski laughs out and pushes Pinder back against the ropes.

Lucy is hanging in the ropes and her knees are about to give in. Yvonne is now just insulting her by just standing in front of her. The Aussie grabs the busty model’s chin and lifts her head up. 

“You can give up if you want, there is no shame in submitting to a superior woman.” Yvonne spits into Lucy’s face and releases Pinder’s chin letting her head drop back down.

Lucy is slowly trying to get back up grabbing the ropes and pushing herself back up. Yvonne is smiling at her and before she can react, she gets kicked in her stomach again. Lucy starts gasping for air again and her hair is draping in front of her eyes. Sweat is dripping down from her hair onto the canvas below her. Yvonne has put her through hell and the Aussie is getting ready to finish her.

“Any last words before I knock your sorry ass out?” Yvonne knows that with one well-aimed kick she is going to knockout Pinder.

Lucy would love to scream and yell at the blonde and tell her to go fuck herself. She pushes herself back up and waits for the blonde to make her move. She knows she has one chance to avoid the knockout kick from Yvonne. However chances are if she does avoid it, it will mostly be luck instead of anything else.

Yvonne smirks at her opponent who is pretty much done for. She carefully prepares her right leg for the knockout kick taking her time to toy with Lucy. Yvonne right leg menacingly moves across the canvas, before slowly leaving it. Yvonne’s leg shoots towards Lucy and everyone in the crowd is expecting Lucy to drop to the floor within a second. Lucy does indeed drop to the floor, but not because Yvonne’s leg hits her head. The blonde lets out a surprised gasp when her leg passes above Lucy’s head. To make matters worse her legs goes down and her foot hooks behind the top rope. Strahovski lets out a grunt and Lucy comes back to life.

Lucy forgets about all the pain she is experiencing and launches herself forward. The tall Aussie drops on her back and the busty brunette lands on top of her. Lucy knows she has one shot and immediately moves up Yvonne’s body. She snatches Yvonne’s arms and pins them above her head. Her breasts dangling dangerously above the blonde’s face. Yvonne is still in shock about what just happened and before she can respond, Lucy lowers her famous tits on top of her face.

Lucy can feel Yvonne’s face sinking deeper and deeper between her breasts. The blonde below is starting to trash her body hoping to escape the situation that no one saw coming. Lucy however has her legs on either side of Yvonne’s body and the blonde is soon running out of oxygen. Lucy can feel less and less resistance from the Aussie and decides to tighten her hold. She moves her arms around Yvonne’s head and forces her face deeper between her twins. She can hear Yvonne moaning and groaning, but after a few seconds it stops. She no longer feels the blonde’s heavy breath between her sweaty breasts. She jiggles her tits against Yvonne’s face to humiliate the blonde a little further. Lucy grinds her tits on top of Yvonne’s face and the crowd is dead silent. 

Lucy finally releases the defeated blonde from her hold and the crowd begins to cheer loudly. Lucy scoots forward and sits on top of Yvonne’s face. She flexes her arms and slowly grind her crotch on Yvonne’s face to humiliate her tormentor even further. After a few seconds of showing her dominance, she gets off Yvonne’s face and leaves the ring placing her magnificent breasts back inside her bikini top".

- Submission by Vitezislav

Kate Upton vs. Lucy Pinder

"What was billed as a titanic clash between two up-and-comer challengers to the belt had turned into somewhat of a rout. The towering blonde slogged in a circle in the center of the ring as her bared Brit counterpart tramped to the relative safety of the corner turnbuckle, reeling from a staggering elbow that left her seeing stars and attempting to rattle the cobwebs from her field of vision. Lucy collapsed to her knees hugging the middle ropes to remain upright, mewling as she wheeled and took a sloppy seat at the base of the steel ringpost. Upton on the other hand was snowballing momentum despite her fatigue, ready to finish off the jelly-legged brunette as she drew her thumb across her throat for all the world to see, hissing as she turned back to face the glossy-eyed Pinder.

"Up, up, up, ol' lady, time to crush the notion that you'll ever be in my league" Upton barked, twisting one of her devilish hands around a clump of the brunette's sweat-soaked mane and roughly thrusting two digits into the Brit's exposed slit with the other hand. Lucy squealed as she was slowly brought to her feet, mouth dropping agape, knees knocking together as Kate stabilized her against the ringpost at her back then hoisted her unwillingly atop the turnbuckle. Lucy swayed clumsily as she took a seat atop the ropes, her gargantuan, freed H-cups teardropping to the canvas as she hunched over at the waist, legs spreading to either side of the corner post and balancing on the top ropes.

Sensing the end, Kate catapulted up to the middle ropes between Lucy's thighs, scanning the crowd with a wry smile plastered across her features as she sensually lifted the bottom of her heroic sports bra, allowing her milky white bosom to slosh free of her top. Everyone thought they knew what was coming next -- then *TWHACK*

A fleshy thwack erupted as Lucy suddenly sprung to life, throatily grunting as she cupped the back of Upton's neck with one hand and lashed out with an open-handed slap that stunned the blonde. Kate slipped off the ropes and fell back to the canvas, shrieking as she dangled from Lucy's grip on her silky blonde mane, her freed tits quaking with the bouncing of the canvas as Lucy pulled her closer. The brunette snarled as Kate's features showed fear for the first time looking up at the Brit perched high above her, hunching down at the waist and hugging the back of Upton's skull with both arms before thrusting her face-first into her heaving bosom. Kate mewled, twisted and twitched as her entire cranium disappeared between Pinder's fleshy orbs, pushing against the brunette's navel with both arms but unable to create an inch of separation. After what felt like an eternity the blonde's knees knocked together and she slumped against the turnbuckle, her arms limply draped over Lucy's thighs, violently convulsing as the brunette continued to swaddle her face against her cleavage. With Kate out cold and the audience frozen in stunned silence, Lucy defiantly slung the lifeless blonde to the canvas, twitching and gurgling as the Brit secured an uncontested 3-count. The world was on-notice now".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Kate Upton vs. Lucy Pinder

"Despite the pain she was in, Lucy's body was already attempting to rise up; but, unfortunately for her, Kate wasn’t going to allow her the opportunity. Upton leaps up and lands ass-first on top of Lucy’s large chest, forcing out much of the precious oxygen she was trying to preserve. Kate wastes no time, lowering her torso down, hovering her breasts, just for a moment, over the face of her foe. Pinder's eyes widen and she sucks in one last lungful of air. Kate, almost gracefully, slaps her exposed breasts against Lucy's face, smothering her beneath two flawless spheres of tanned flesh. The match, it would appear, is over.

Lucy desperately arches her body, trying to bridge out of the smother, but she only succeeds in wasting the last few remnants of her strength. Pinder's struggling becomes more sluggish, signaling she is only seconds away from defeat.

Upton, with victory in her grasp, decides to have some fun. Releasing the smother, Kate begins scolding her opponent, "Oh, no, no, no. This won't do at all! You're not allowed to to just pass out... not yet, at least. First, I believe you should tell everyone here who has the best breasts. In fact, I want you to tell my breasts how much you enjoy being smothered by them!" Pinder responds by pathetically panting, her semi-vacant eyes staring up blankly. Kate slaps Lucy and lowers her right breast until her stiff, pink nipple is mere inches from Pinder's mouth. "Go on," Kate demands, "do it!"

The slap brings the Brit somewhat back to her senses. With a huff of indignation, Lucy leans forward and places her lips to her arrogant rival’s breast. Kate smirks as her foe’s lips make contact with her skin. But, suddenly, Upton's smile disappears and is replaced by widened eyes and a wounded AIEEEEEEEE!" escaping her gaping mouth.

Wrapping her arms around Kate’s waist, to hold her in place, Lucy sinks her teeth deep into her rival’s bare breast! Upton, reacting purely on instinct, tries twisting away, her arms desperately pushing against her opponent. But Lucy's teeth are tightly locked upon the mammary. Upton's shrieks pierce the ceiling as Pinder gnaws on the sensitive flesh with an animalistic fury. The last of Kate's adrenaline dissipates and her arms drop limp at her sides. Lucy, realizing Kate is drifting off, releases her oral death grip, revealing twin crescent moons of bite marks around the skin of Upton's areola, and shoves Kate off to the side, allowing the blonde to collapse on her back. The brunette reaches behind her back and unclasps of her bra, whipping it off and exposing her well-endowed breasts.

Crawling over and throwing herself ontop of Kate, Lucy leans forward, pinning Upton's wrists to the canvas, above her head. Pinder hovers her tits for a few seconds over Kate's face. The brunette watches in amusement as Upton's eyelids flutter and slowly focus on Pinder's heaving bosom before dropping her mountainous twins on the blonde's terror-stricken face. Lucy, enjoying the muffled shrieks coming from beneath her, bores her tits down hard, scrubbing them against her rival’s horrified features.

The perspiration on Pinder’s tits make a perfect seal as the brunette settles down, completely covering Upton's button nose and screaming mouth. For several minutes, Kate fights the inevitable, in vain attempts at escape, but eventually the American's movements grow more and more sluggish, until they finally cease. Lucy remains on top of her foe until the ref calls for the bell. Pinder rises to her feet, allowing the slumbering beauty to gulp in precious air.

While Kate tries to regain her bearings, Lucy strips her nude, revealing every inch of Upton's sunkissed skin. The British bombshell grabs Kate's hair and hauls her to a sitting position. The Englishwoman kneels in front of Upton and places her hands on Kate's shoulders, ensuring her tits are level with the blonde's rubbed-raw face.

"Who's the winner?" the brunette asks.

You are," Kate answers in a small, wounded voice.

And who has the better breasts?" Lucy asks.

Y-you do," Kate sobs.

Prove it! Demonstrate your admiration," Lucy didn’t even try to hide the wicked glee in her voice.

“No…no, please don’t…” the American whimpers.

"KISS THEM!" Lucy snarls.

Battered and beaten, Kate tearfully puts her lips to the brunette's right breast and kisses it, then follows suit with the left. She immediately wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her body fuming.

Bitch... Kate hisses through clenched teeth. But Lucy ignores the remark and stands over her kneeling rival, a smug smirk on her face. Without any warning, Lucy rams her knee into Kate's jaw, sending her sprawling backward to the canvas, stunned. The blonde shakes her head to clear the fog just in time to see her hated foe’s breasts once again descending down upon her face, accompanied with a taunting, Someone needs another lesson in manners".

- Submission by jdo90

Blake Lively vs. Lucy Pinder

"You could have made a strong argument that Lucy Pinder was the newcomer name-to-know in the Bantamweight division; a buxom beauty that had already humbled a former champion in Kate Upton and still touted a stainless record. All that stood in her way of a potential shot at the title belt was a newbie looking to break her maiden. But once all was said and done, a new name was sending shockwaves up the Bantam ranks; Blake Lively. The rookie blonde was fearless, dynamic, and outpaced the busty Brit almost from start to finish. Pinder had her chances, no doubt, but in a strange display of stubbornness, she seemed far too married to finishing the blonde with her signature Breast Smother. The brunette passed up countless potential pins and easier routes to a submission in hopes of tugging the blonde between her prize-winning tits, only to have Lively alertly wriggle free. In the end, it was Lively who capitalized on her first opportunity and sent the brunette to dreamland with a breathtaking Crotch Smother from a Schoolgirl Pin position, securing her first mammoth win".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"In by far the bustiest matchup the Celebrity Wrestling Federation had ever seen, fans were absolutely drooling at the devious possibilities and endless outcomes, but what actually transpired was far more stunning than could have been imagined. Lucy Pinder was thought to be a premier challenger to the Bantam belt, and although a tag loss wouldn't hurt her chances, she was primed to carry her team to victory as the most talented and respected fighter out of the four. In an absolute whirlwind however, the initial Pelas versus Pinder pairing that started the match lasted just a handful of shocking moments. After drowning the Flyweight champion, Stana Katic, in her fleshy bosom in her spectacular debut, Pelas seized control of the busty Brit seemingly with ease just moments in, spoiling the enormous hype around this match and simply overwhelming Pinder before either even had the opportunity to tag out. The match ended with none other than a sultry breast smother as Pelas trapped the frazzled brunette in the corner and enveloped her crumpled frame, suffocating the Brit as her partner, Emily Addison, kept Debling at bay on the outside, ensuring there would be no interference. It's hard to imagine anyone could have impressed more in her first two fights than Lindsey Pelas, but this blonde is destined for stardom."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"It would be an understatement to say this 2v2 tag-team elimination match was a battle between well-endowed ladies. Among these skilled fighters, the smallest chest was Emily Addison's 32Es while Lucy Pinder boasted awe-inspiring 32Hs. When the the four fighters met in the center of the ring both Lindsey and Emily were greeted by an unfamiliar feeling as they realized their opponents had them both outgunned. Seeing the faintest hint of self-doubt creep onto their opponents' faces, Lucy and Melissa both cupped their chest, taunting them, emphasizing their size advantage. With all fighters in the center of the rings, the ref explained "this match is a tag-team elimination style match with unlimited rounds with each round lasting six minutes each and a fifteen second break between every round. At the start of each round after the first, both active fighters will begin the round halfway between their opponents corner and the center of the ring to prevent easy tags at the start of a new round. A fighter can be eliminated via submission or knockout. No fighter may return to the match after elimination. A fighter may enter the ring immediately after their teammate has been declared knocked out. Tags can only be made in each team's respective corners while the fighter being tagged in has both heels on the ground on the other side of the apron. After a tag, up to ten seconds of offensive collaboration is allowed before the fighter that tagged out must leave the ring. Exceeding the count is cause for automatic disqualification. All other standard rules apply." After the ref finished explaining the rules, she asked the starters for the match to return to their corners and for the other two fighters to step out onto the other side of the ring ropes.

Lucy, who recently defeated the current bantamweight champion, Kate Upton, and Emily Addison, the former flyweight champion, retreated to their respective corners, ready to start the first six minute long round, while their teammates took a position behind them, on the other side of their respective ring posts. Following the ref giving the signal to start, Lucy Pinder and Emily Addison came together in a collar-and-elbow lockup, both grappling for position. Emily made the first early progress of the match as she deftly turned the lockup into an arm lock. Emily twisted Lucy's arm, causing some minor pain before flipping her to the mat in a perfect form. Emily quickly dove to the mat and locked in a bow-and-arrow hold, stretching her opponent's back over her shins.

After a few moments in the hold, Lucy was able to struggle out and roll away. Unfortunately for Lucy, as she tried to roll away, Emily managed to grab a hold of her right leg and while Lucy was able to roll a little closer to the edge of the ring she wasn't in a good position to make a tag. Things got worse for Lucy as Emily turned the good position she he had into a single-legged Boston Crab. Lucy cried out in pain as her back was tortured yet again in the early minutes of the first round. Lucy tried once again to use her weight advantage to struggle and break free, but given Emily's more stable hold, those struggles went nowhere. Realizing she was close to the ropes, Lucy gave up the struggle and instead focused on grabbing hold of the ropes right in front of her. Using her arms and free leg, Lucy scooted herself forward and lunged towards the salvation of the ropes, holding on for dear life once she got a hold of them. Emily releases the hold as ordered, but the moment the ref signaled she could, she went back on the offensive.

This time Lucy was ready and she displayed the brute strength she had used to defeat Kate Upton, Yvonne Strahovski, and her current partner, Melissa Debling in single combat in prior matches. Back on her feet, Lucy defended against Emily's assault by locking her opponent up in a cinch that was quickly transitioned into a brutal belly-to-belly suplex as Lucy displayed her love for power moves. After bringing her opponent back to a standing position, Lucy proceeded to shove Emily into a standing headscissor. Lucy hooked her both of Emily's arms and lifted her into vertical position drawing massive cheers from the audience as they knew what was coming next.

Lucy dropped to her knees, slamming Emily chest-first into the hard, unforgiving canvas of the ring with a violent implant buster as Lindsey watched on helplessly, unable to rescue her partner. Emily was sprawled out on the mat after chest was crushed by Lucy's brutal power move, completely open to her opponent's next moves. Lucy dragged Emily back to her feet before shoving her into the corner where Melissa lay in wait. Lucy tagged in Melissa and had her restrain Emily from behind the ringpost, allowing Lucy to set up an easy breast-to-face splash against Emily. Emily had received such splashes before in fights before, but the damage done by Lucy's splash was unparalleled. Lucy's breasts came down upon Emily's defenseless face like twin wrecking balls. Had Melissa not been propping Emily up she would certain have collapsed, yet because of the collaboration between the two, Emily was open to another splash allowing Lucy to yet again use her twin globes to against Emily's face once more. As Lucy leapt into the air to splash Emily once again, Emily's eyes bulged in fear, knowing she could do nothing to stop what was coming. Lucy's breasts once again collided with Emily's face, brutally damaging her opponent. This time Melissa allowed Emily to collapse in the corner and Lucy slid out before the referee could count her out for excessive collaboration after the tag. Meanwhile, Melissa dragged Emily out of the corner and towards the center of the ring as she set up her own offensive.

Once she had Emily in the center of the ring, Melissa dropped to the mat and snaked her legs around those of Emily's, locking in a grapevine. Melissa extended her legs outwards, delighting in Emily's screams of agony and ineffectual thrashing. With just under two and a half minutes left in the round, Melissa pinned Emily's hands and lowered her 32G breasts over the terrified face of Emily Addison. Emily's face disappeared entirely as Melissa's twin orbs enveloped every facial feature of her foe. With her hands pinned and legs ensnared, even the wily Emily would have trouble escaping her current predicament. Emily had trained rigorously in No Air Zone stable practices with her tag-team partner and stablemate Lindsey Pelas to withstand breast smothers, and she would need to bring every part of that training to bear as she suffered under Melissa's breasts.

"Having trouble breathing down there, Emily? Is it rough being under tits this big?" Melissa taunted. Emily declined to respond, knowing she would have to conserve every breath of air she had to survive until the bell could save her, but even if she chose to respond, with the way she was drowning in Melissa's conquering boobs, anything she said would have only escaped as incomprehensible, muffled noises.

A minute into her breast smother, Melissa released Emily's hands and used her now available hands to pull Emily's head deeper into her already devastating hold. As she wrapped her arms around the back of her foe's head, Melissa told Emily, "don't count on the timer to free you, hun. You're passing out long before that final minute and fifty seconds left expires."

Thrust ever deeper in Melissa's cavernous cleavage, Emily found herself even more perilous circumstances. Her precious oxygen continued to dwindle as Melissa's impressive chest sapped it from her. Her tag team partner remained far away, unable to help. And the ticking of the timer seemed ever slower as she was forced deeper and deeper into Melissa's lethal embrace. Nevertheless, Emily's training, experience, and resolve allowed her to keep her cool, even as the smother got harder and harder to bear. After a total two and a half minutes suffering under Melissa's chest, Emily began to feel the smother-induced delirium set in.

Losing track of time, Emily began to worry about how long she had been in there and if she could make it. She knew she would never submit, but the thought of passing out became increasingly frightening. A mere fifteen seconds after that and the delirium left Emily completely disoriented.

By the time the bell rang, Emily was barely conscious and when Melissa finally unwrapped her arms and peeled Emily away from her chest, Emily was a discombobulated mess, gasping for air and barely able to stand. "I'm surprised you're still alive after that, Emily. I thought you'd have passed out for sure. Oh well, I'll just have to finish you off next round," Melissa said with a laugh.

Emily didn't even process the taunt as she stumbled back to her corner. After a dominating start turned into a brutal demolition following Lucy's counter, Lucy and Melissa's tag-team team coordination, and Melissa's powerful breast smother, Emily needed to recover desperately, but unfortunately for her, the fifteen second respite quickly expired and the referee signaled for the active fighters to take their positions in front of their opponent's corners.

Lindsey looked on, gripped by fear, as she saw her friend and mentor, Emily, stuck with Lucy behind her and Melissa in front of her, a position that would be nothing short of terrifying under normal circumstances, let alone after you were smothered by Melissa for three minutes. She desperately leaned into the ring hoping to make a tag at any point during the round, but deep down she knew that such a tag was going to be difficult with Melissa in the way. Despite what her mind said, her heart held out, praying that Emily would find a miraculous way out, like she had done so many times before.

Meanwhile, Lucy sneered at Emily, "oh Emily, I heard so much about how great you were, but it seems you're not even good enough to pass out between my tits this match. Looks like you're all Melissa's and won't be conscious for much longer." "Oh Emily, ready for your reunion with my babies? You can spend the whole six minutes of Round 2 under my chest, if you'd like," Melissa taunted as she cupped her buxom chest. As the ref signaled for the start of Round 2, Melissa wasted no time as she closed the distance between her and Emily with impressive haste, going for and easy takedown so she could re-apply her smother and knock Emily out for good.

Emily expected Melissa's moves, however, and hooked her opponent's right leg with her own, surprising Melissa and taking them both down to the ground in the middle of the ring. Emily, crawled as quickly as she could before leaping towards the outstretched hands of her partner. Seeing the tag, Melissa got to her feet and tagged in her partner thus causing Round 2 to start with the Pelas-Pinder matchup many fans wanted to see. Throwing caution to the wind, Lindsey came out of the gate fast and leapt at Lucy, catching her off-guard with a spear!

Lucy expected either early strikes or a collar-and-elbow type deal, but instead she was driven hard to into the ground by the aggressive Lindsey Pelas. Had the move failed it would have been called foolishly reckless, but with its success, Lindsey had secured her a major advantage. Transitioning straight into a body scissors, Lindsey squeezed Lucy's ribcage between her legs, causing Lucy to squeal in pain. While not as famous as her boobs, Lindsey's legs were still capable weapons, and they brought the pain to Lucy.

Still close to her corner, Lucy dragged herself towards it before reaching up and tagging her partner Melissa in. Realizing the danger she was in, Lindsey chose to break the hold as she saw her opponent reach for her partner rather than stick around to them fight her 2v1 for ten seconds. While Lindsey was able to roll away and avoid the 2v1, she was not able to avoid Melissa, who rapidly closed the distance and pulled her into a chest-to-chest bearhug. "Ready for my 32Gs to squash your itty-bitty 32Fs, Lindsey? I am sure you'll be crying for mercy soon," Melissa taunted as she thrust her chest straight into Lindsey's.

Lindsey was enraged by the taunt, never before having had her chest called small in a fight and responded in-kind by wrapping her arms around Melissa thrusting her chest into her foe's, unwilling to to lose the titfight. Both fighters were locked in each other's embrace and mashed their chest against the other, desperately trying to prove their own superiority, putting their pride on the line. For the moment, they were locked in a stalemate, neither chest giving a millimeter, both holding strong against the other.

Eventually, one chest started to give way to the other much to the surprise of one fighter, "how, how is this possible? This can't be," Melissa sputtered as her chest was dominated by Lindsey's.

"Ain't so itty-bitty now, are they, Melissa?" Lindsey responded, relieved that she was able to get revenge after the prior taunt. As Melissa's chest began to mushroom out thirty seconds later under Lindsey's pressure, she started to mewl in pain. Chest crushed and pride in tatters, Melissa's nightmare were only just beginning. Satisfied that she had proved the superiority of her chest over Melissa's, Lindsey intertwined her legs around Melissa's while keeping the embrace tight before using the leverage to launch a modified Thesz Press, crushing Melissa's proud chest even further under her own as they landed on the mat.

Lindsey dragged the stunned Melissa Debling over to her corner and tagged in Emily. "Well, I guess it's time to get my revenge, wouldn't ya say," Emily told Melissa with a grin as she straddled her. Emily wasted no time dropping her chest on her opponent's face nor did she waste any time locking in the grapevine. With a few seconds left in their offensive collaboration time, Lindsey stomped Melissa's stomach a few times before sliding through the ropes onto the other side.

Emily smiled as she felt a rush of air, expelled from Melissa's lips following Lindsey's stomps, brush against her chest, knowing that it would only accelerate Melissa's doom. Melissa on the other hand, felt her lungs burn as she was left gasping for air under a chest that would give her none. With Emily's technique and her 32E chest, Melissa didn't stand a chance of surviving the remaining three minutes left in the round as Emily's chest engulfed her face.

"Having trouble breathing down there, Emily? Is it rough being under tits this big?" Emily said with a sing-song voice, throwing Melissa's words back at her. "MMMMPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHH" Melissa's angry retorts were muffled by Emily's chest, serving only to hasten her own demise. Emily pulled Melissa deeper into her chest, increasing the potency of her own lethal embrace, making sure to payback her arrogant, albeit dangerous and capable opponent for her earlier attack. "I guess it's hard to respond with a mouth full of tit," Emily said with a smirk.

Within a minute, Melissa was already in a state of delirium, her mind melted to mush by Emily's brutal breast smother hold. Melissa struggled desperately trying to pry apart Emily's arms and break free, but Emily's embrace remained locked and tight through it all. Twenty seconds later, Emily was happily riding through Melissa's convulsions. "Ooh, Melissa, you're close, I can feel it," Emily cooed, savoring every second of it. Ten seconds after that, Melissa's night was over as her body went slack. Unwilling to relent, Emily kept her tits glued to Melissa's face until Melissa was formally declared to be knocked out by the referee.

Lucy Pinder was not about to let Emily's excessive smothering of Melissa go unpunished. Before Emily could even stand up, Lucy barreled into her, knocking her off Melissa and leaving her faceup with her back on the ground. Lucy took advantage of the fact that he she had both taken Emily by surprise and was currently straddling her to lock in a grapevine. With Emily's legs trapped, Lucy began slamming her own chest down repeatedly on Emily's face. Every slam to Emily's face felt to her like a punch from a professional boxer, as the continuous assault left her whimpering. Lucy switched up her assault and began swinging her tits side to side, slapping Emily's face repeatedly as she continued to humiliate her foe. As Emily's face was whipped back and forth, Lucy let out a dominant laugh, throughly enjoying her vengeance.

Satisfied with the pain she had wrought on Emily, Lucy wrapped her arms around Emily's head and pulled Emily deep into her 32H cleavage, locking in CWF's most fearsome breast smother. "This is just the warm-up, Emily. I will subject you to the most devastating smother you have ever suffered for the remaining forty seconds of this round, but you will still be conscious, if just barely. When I play with you in Round 3, you will, however, wish I knocked you out this round," Lucy told Emily sadistically. Within seconds of being trapped in Lucy's chest, Emily realized this smother was unlike any other she had ever experienced. The combined oxygen and sensory deprivation was more intense than even her training sessions with Lindsey Pelas had prepared for. By the time the forty seconds had passed and she was freed, Emily felt worse than she did after two minutes under Melissa's smother earlier in the match.

When Lindsey looked at Emily's face as she walked back to her to rest before the start of the next round she saw a broken woman, something she never expected to see when she looked at Emily. "What happened to you?" Lindsey asked Emily with concern. Emily looked despondent as she simply responded, "I can't survive another round with her. Her breast smother...it's just...indescribable. I've never experienced something worse than that and likely never will." Lindsey didn't even have a chance to respond before the sullen Emily had to walk back to her position on the other side of the ring, far from any help.

"Ready for part two?" Lucy asked Emily with a smirk on her face. Emily's lack of response spoke a million words as the normally confident fighter was couldn't even muster a retort. When the referee signaled for the bell, Lucy went for a simple takedown, and while Emily tried to resist and counter, everyone, including her, knew it was ultimately pointless. Lucy quickly overpowered Emily's weak struggle and locked on another breast smother grapevine.

"You're all mine for the rest of the round, bitch," Lucy yelled at Emily as she pulled her deeper into her conquering cleavage. Deprived of the ability to see anything besides Lucy's cleavage, smell anything besides her perfumed chest, and breathe anything at all, Emily entered a state of delirium faster than ever before. After a minute, her mind was a floaty mess, unable to process anything at all. Lucy lifted her chest up fifteen seconds later, to see the broken shell of Emily Addison barely conscious and gasping for air. "Damn, it took Melissa three full minutes to get you like this, and I've heard it take Pelas just under two and a half. And after all your training, you are on the edge after a minute and fifteen seconds? I guess that's not bad given most girls are long gone by now, but damn. Guess my breasts really are in another league."

Lucy lowered her chest back down so that it hovered just an inch over Emily's face and asked, "hey, Emily, would you say my breasts are the best you've ever seen? That they are a league above anyone else's?" Emily whimpered as she responded, "Y-yes, Lucy. They're the most powerful breasts I've ever seen. Leagues ahead of anyone else. Please just s-stop. Just knock me out." Lucy laughed as she looked to Lindsey Pelas and said, "leagues ahead, huh? Not just a league, but leagues! Did you hear that Lindsey, even your partner thinks my tits are leagues ahead of yours!" Lindsey could only silently fume as she was subjected to Lucy's taunts, helpless to stop her friend's torture.

"Hey, Emily, how about if you worship my breasts, I'll be way nicer to you for the rest of the round? Just kiss them, suckle them, and nuzzle up against them, and you get nice Lucy to put you to sleep," Lucy offered with an air of smugness. Defiant, Emily spat at Lucy, clearly still having a line in the sand that she wouldn't cross.

"I see this little bitch has a death wish. So be it." Lucy plunged Emily back into her chest with four minutes left in the round, and pulled her in deeper than at any previous point in the round. "You've just bought yourself another round of torture, bitch. Yes, that's right. Another six minutes on top of the four left in this match. You might not want to fight for weeks after I'm done with you. I mean after almost fifteen minutes of intermittent oxygen deprivation from me from last round, this round, and the next one in addition to the three minutes Melissa put you under, god knows, we might have put a tittyphobia into you," Lucy remarked with a laugh.

By the end of the third round, when Lucy pulled Emily from her lethal embrace, Emily was in a trance-like state. She had become "jugdrunk", a state similar to that of being "punchdrunk", differing primarily in the manner of inducement. The repeated abuse by Lucy's jugs had reduced Emily to a barely functioning toy for Lucy to play with further and sent a message to anyone who would mess with Lucy that this would be their reward. Lindsey could only watch in horror, knowing that if she interfered to stop it, she would simply be ejected and the torture would continue as is, if not worse.

After four minutes of near continuous breast smothering actions, in the fourth round, with only a couple quick breaks to keep Emily conscious, Lucy lowered her tits back down again, enveloping the face of her hapless opponent, pushing Emily further into her jugdrunk state. With fifteen seconds left in the round Emily began to convulse under Lucy's dominant tits, her end finally approaching. With three seconds left in the round Emily went slack and the referee declared her knocked out. Nevertheless, much like Emily did to Melissa, Lucy kept the perfect seal of her tits against Emily's face locked on tight, wanting to keep the hold on as long possible, knowing that with the round over, she faced no threat from Lindsey. The ref tried to pry Lucy's arms apart and break the hold, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get Emily free. After ten seconds of trying, the ref gave up and instead started counting Lucy out, "1...2...3...4..," before Lucy finally acquiesced and released Emily from her breast prison. "Nighty night, Emily. Sweet dreams," Lucy taunted as she blew Emily and Lindsey a kiss.

Lindsey and Lucy assumed their position ready to go to head to head to determine the winner of this tag team elimination bout. Lucy was far more on-guard this time, aware of the possibility of an overzealous early rush by Lindsey given her actions earlier in the match. This time Lindsey played it safely and elected to go to her striking game. As demonstrated in her fight against Stana Katic earlier, Lindsey was a far more capable striker than one may assume. Lucy, herself a well-endowed capable fighter herself was more than wise enough to know not to underestimate Lindsey here and not assume she was only her best assets. Recognizing Lindsey's striking capabilities, Lucy put up appropriate defenses and counters.

While it certainly took longer than it did against Stana, Lindsey was eventually able to get off the combo of punches she wanted, opening up Lucy's defenses enough to pull her head into a knee strike. Lindsey's knee to Lucy's head left Lucy seeing stars and allowed Lindsey to pull Lucy into a front facelock. With the front facelock locked in, it was as easy as 1-2-3 to pull off the DDT, driving Lucy headfirst into the canvas. Lindsey quickly straddled Lucy and sent her legs backwards to ensnare her opponents legs so that she could put a quick end to the match. Much to her chagrin, Lucy was still capable of resisting her attempts to lock in a grapevine despite the DDT and instead successfully dislodges her opponent.

Lucy took advantage of the fact that she was quicker to get up to fire strikes into the unprotected body and face of Lindsey until she could finally get her defenses up. The moment Lindsey got her defenses up against strikes, Lucy transitioned to a hold based offensive as she lifted Lindsey into a torture rack. As Lucy pulled down on Lindsey's neck and legs to hyperextend her opponent's back, the crowd delighted both in the spectacular hold and the view of Lindsey chest given by her back being violently bent.

As Lindsey struggles became more likely to result in her breaking free, Lucy preempted her opponent and ducked her neck while pushing Lindsey forward in order to set up a backbreaker. Lindsey cried out in agony as her back was slammed onto Lucy's knee, furthering the damage done to her back by the torture rack. Eager to put away the match for good, Lucy climbed the ropes while Lindsey lay prone, clutching her back. Lucy took flight as she went for a diving double knee drop right into Lindsey stomach.

Had it hit, it would have been the end of the match for certain as Lucy could easily have put Lindsey away following it. Instead, she laid on the ground clutching her knees, while Lindsey returned to her feet. Lindsey grabbed a hold of both of Lucy's legs and fell backwards, catapulting Lucy into the turnbuckles behind her. Lucy immediately collapsed back to the mat upon impact, dazed from the collision. Lindsey pulled her just far away enough from the ropes that she couldn't reach them before locking on the grapevine and folding Lucy into her 32F chest.

"For all your talk about having the bigger, better chest, you seem to have forgotten one important thing. You kinda need to get me in there for it to matter. And while mine may be smaller than yours, my breasts are more than big enough and my technique is more than good enough to finish you off quickly, bitch," Lindsey told Lucy. Lindsey glanced at the clock and saw there were still just over two minutes left in the round. "So, we know you're good at applying a breast smother, but I don't think we know how good you at surviving one. Are you excited to find out, Lucy? Two minutes left in the round. Do you think you can make it? My bet is that you'll pass before you can be saved by the bell," Lindsey taunted as she pulled Lucy deeper into her chest and tightened her embrace.

"MMMMMPPPHHHH! MMMMMPPPHHH!" Lucy replied, everything she said completely muffled by Lindsey's chest. "Oh that's cute, Lucy, you think you can talk with my tits basically swallowing your face whole. Besides, if you want to survive your time with my twin orbs of terror, you really should save your breath," Lindsey said with a laugh. Lucy's muffled protests quickly subsided to muffled moans and mewls as she realized the futility of trying to scream into Lindsey's breasts and focused on struggling to break free and conserving as much air as possible while doing so. Lucy's struggles proved as futile as her screams as nothing she did served to help her escape Lindsey's smothering embrace. Lucy quickly began to descend into the delirium so many of Lindsey's victims had faced before and with thirty seconds left in the match, Lucy began to convulse. Lindsey rode the convulsions out and soon thereafter, Lucy was out cold. When the ref came to declare Lindsey the winner, Lindsey shot the ref a glare, conveying a silent message, "don't declare her out until there's one second left in the round – or else." The ref begrudgingly obliged as she let Lindsey continue the smother for the final fifteen seconds of the round until she declared, "Lucy has been eliminated by a breast smother KO, therefore your winners of this tag-team elimination match, Lindsey Pelas and Emily Addison!"

- Submission by NoAirZone

Cali Logan/Alix Lynx vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"Despite their recent thrashing at the hands of Lindsey Pelas and Emily Addison, Lucy Pinder and Melissa Debling undoubtedly had the measurables to turn into one of the most formidable tag teams in this league; with each and every hold and submission liable to morph into a world-class breast smother given their two sets of assets. The two petite fetish stars challenging the Brits found this out the hard way, Alix Lynx in particular, as Pinder effortlessly lassoed the retreating Lynx and stuffed her horrified features deep into her pillowy chest with a Standing Breast Smother. Tempted to aid her struggling counterpart, Logan was understandably scared stiff by a prowling Debling, who'd made a point to join Cali at her corner of the ring seemingly just to say; 'Don't even think about it...'

Cali could do little more than watch with an impending sense of doom as the topless blonde was rung like a ragdoll from Lucy's bosomy embrace; her curling, painted digits twitching and clawing for freedom momentarily before her dangling frame fell slack, spasming in a sickening display before Lucy allowed her to melt into a lifeless puddle at her feet."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Lucy Pinder vs. Gemma Atkinson (Skin-to-Win Match)

"Lucy and Gemma had been waiting for this for some time; the battle of the best the UK had to offer. Lucy had the chest advantage but Gemma was the fittest of the two. Both women came out swinging as they slapped and yanked on each other early on. Lucy was dazed by Gemma from the start after a slap connected just right, leaving her on the ropes as Gemma followed up with a body press squashing Lucy’s famous pair, groaning out before Gemma yanked her top off scoring the first strip.

Lucy gasps after her top is yanked off and her rival bends down grabbing her ankles, yanking as hard as she can. Gemma pulls so hard that Lucy slams down on the mat as her big chest bounces hard, Gemma gripping onto her stretch pants as she tugs away as Lucy tries to stop her... “You're getting stripped loser! I'm the superior one in this ring.” Gemma barks as she places her foot on Lucy’s face pinning her down as she strips Lucy nude.

Lucy groans under Gemma’s foot as she knows she is now stripped and on the verge of losing. Gemma is loving this as she pushes Lucy’s legs to the ground before turning and jumping up, landing ass first on Lucy’s face as she hooks her leg. Lucy is motionless as she is pinned for the count, Gemma standing up victorious as she poses “If you ever want a rematch then you should train more.” Gemma smiles.

- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen