Mandy Moore

Age: 33

Height: 5'10

Weight: 135 lbs

Bust: 34B

Hometown: Nashua, New Hampshire

Record: 3 - 7

Wins: Mandy Moore (54%) defeats Jennifer Aniston (46%)

Mandy Moore (60%) defeats Taylor Swift (40%)

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

Losses: Kate Upton (68%) defeats Mandy Moore (32%)

Kesha (58%) defeats Mandy Moore (42%)

Hilary Duff (55%) defeats Mandy Moore (45%)

Lindsay Lohan (51%) defeats Mandy Moore (49%)

Victoria Justice (51%) defeats Mandy Moore (49%)

Melissa Debling (51%) defeats Mandy Moore (49%)

Blake Lively (56%) defeats Mandy Moore (44%)

Rivals: Kesha (0 - 1)

Kesha (58%) defeats Mandy Moore (42%)

Victoria Justice (0 - 1)

Victoria Justice (51%) defeats Mandy Moore (49%)

Tag Record: 2 - 0

Wins: Daddario/Moore (52%) defeats Upton/Strahovski (48%)

Daddario/Moore (55%) defeats Decker/Mawby (45%)

Losses: N/A

Kate Upton vs. Mandy Moore

"There was a stigma that came along with being the most successful bikini model on the planet; that she was little more than a big-titted blonde who'd get run out of the ring if she ever tried to fight. Her towering brunette opponent must have never gotten the memo that Kate broke that mold. Kate had taken Mandy apart, piece-by-piece, limb-by-limb. The brunette was practically in tears, huddle in a heap in the corner of the ring as Kate bare-chestedly paraded around the ring for a pre-victory lap. Practically the only "attack" Mandy had snuck into this brief contest was to snap the shoulder straps of Kate's heroic bra, freeing her massive orbs, though by her reaction Kate preferred the freedom. It was hardly worth the trouble, as Mandy's shocked reaction at having dismantled Kate's top allowed her to be hit with a paralyzing DDT that left her struggling to place one hand in front of the other as she crawled on all fours toward the ropes.

Once Kate wrapped up her gloating tour, she set her sights on the finishing the sputtering brunette. Tossing any semblance of caution to the wind, Kate plopped her full 140 pounds on the auburn-haired Mandy, snapping a pair of ruthless punches square into her mouth. Mandy dazedly dropped slack to the mat, gurgling as her eyes bulged, arms worthlessly flailing before settling on Kate's hips, though without purpose.

"Now, now, Mands...fair is fair!" Kate gleefully sang, effortlessly tearing the spandex sports bra Mandy was wearing right down the middle, allowing her fleshy pair to spill free. Before it could even register with the empty-headed brunette, Kate dropped fully prone and engulfed the sweaty facial features of her opponent with her heaving bosom. Mandy completely disappeared between the overflowing double-D's, her legs weakly pumping against the mat for no more than a few seconds before she fell completely still, counted out only once her split gams stopped wiggling."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Mandy Moore vs. Kesha

"Mandy throatily mewled as she pressed half-way to all fours, her bared breasts teardropping against the mat just a few short inches below her hanging bosom. Her silky black bra was still draped loosely over her slumped shoulders, the cups having been snapped in half early on by a relentless, insatiable Kesha.

"This prissy bitch is the best thing you can throw at me?!" The blonde was practically foaming at the mouth over her downed brunette playtoy, the ever-charming Moore little more than a blubbering punching bag from the drop. Kesha kept a boot planted on Mandy's bubbly backside, pinning her to the canvas like a helpless, wounded butterfly despite her valiant efforts to rise. Once she had her fill of the brunette's kicking and squirming, she replaced the heel on her ass by taking a rough seat on Mandy's arched spine. Moore let out a hoarse groan as Kesha made sure to grind her full weight into the small of Mandy's back, ruthlessly draping the crooks of Moore's elbows over her thighs.

"No, no, no, NO, NOOO!!" Mandy sobbed as Kesha locked her wrists under the brunette's chin and sadistically wrenched her head backwards. Moore breathlessly wailed as her 5'10 frame was curled into a crude "C", her pert breasts pointed nearly skyward as Kesha continued to rip and contort her lithe body into a shape it wasn't meant to bend. Moore helplessly pumped her legs against the canvas as Kesha violently attempted to solicit a submission. When nothing came, Kesha took matters into her own hands; sliding her fingers into the corner of Mandy's mouth and humiliatingly yanking her head even further backwards like a hooked carp. With her opposite hand she ran her sharpened talons over the brunette's milky chest, cupping one of Moore's fleshy orbs and sinking her nails deep into the tender flesh. Through the piercing squeals rang out a desperate submission as the brunette furiously tapped, her hands quaking as she lightly pattered against one of Kesha's calves. Only when physically prompted by the official did Kesha relinquish the hold, brutally spiking Mandy face-first into the canvas and instantaneously knocking her out cold. The brunette's body fell completely slack as her skull limply lulled against the mat, only to be rolled over to her backside by the blonde to ensure the whole world saw her handiwork. Mandy's chest was still softly jiggling as Kesha planted a heel against her throat, her once-flawless, milky white skin marked with crimson streaks as the blonde raised her hands in victory."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Mandy Moore vs. Hilary Duff

"A brash, borderline-careless Moore continued to tiptoe along the edge of a razor blade in search of her first win, only surviving such a helter-skelter match this long due to her mountainous size advantage over the compact blonde. The mat was stained with pools of the singer's blood, a nasty gash opening up above her left eye after a heart-stopping DDT Hilary had hit just seconds earlier. It was anyone's guess how the brunette was still conscious.

Hilary was asking the same question as she lulled to her backside; the drunken Moore dazedly pressing back to all fours at Duff's feet. A humiliating wardrobe malfunction left the brunette's fleshy C-cups spilling out the sides of her bikini and teardropping toward the canvas, a steady crimson drip trailing behind her as she threw herself like a shawl over the downed Hilary.

Moore continued to stack poor decisions on top of one another, collapsing into Hilary's lap only to be caught by the Venus flytrap in-waiting. Like a lurking boa, Hilary bucked her frame upwards and wrapped her muscular thighs around Moore's neck. Mandy began to desperately gurgle as the blonde's bulging stems tightened around her throat, the veins in her neck straining as her face flushed. Moore's plump backside jut skyward as she spread her legs for leverage, twitching and struggling for a few hopeless moments before she lost her footing and slid into the splits. Hilary's vice was never threatened by Mandy's incoherent squirming, her eyes finally fluttering shut as she collapsed to the canvas, her bare breasts mushrooming against the backs of Hilary's rippling thighs".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Lindsay Lohan vs. Mandy Moore (Hit The Beach Match)

"After a horrid start, the resilient, albeit winless Moore had slowly begun to turn the tides in this thrilling beach showdown. Mandy had yet to find a way to translate her towering frame into much of a competitive advantage, but as she stood over a breathless, genuflecting Lohan it looked as though she was about to do just that to secure her first win. As Mandy hunched at the waist to haul Lindsay upright by her frazzled auburn locks, Lindsay covertly buried her hands beneath the coarse ground; her fingers clutching two palms of sand before savagely slinging the blinding chunks into Mandy's eyes.

Moore immediately pirouette away from the downed redhead furiously clawing at her pupils, mewling inconsolably before careening into the bowing ropes behind her. With the help of a suddenly rejuvenated and resurgent Lohan, the rudderless, gangly brunette was slung awkwardly through the middle ropes, splashing down into the rising tide just at the edge of the makeshift beach ring.

Lindsay was practically frothing at the mouth as she approached a hapless Moore on all fours, snagging the writhing brunette by the shoulder strap of her bikini. The moderately-endowed Moore instantly spilled out of the displaced cups of her top, her teardropping breasts cutting through the incoming tide as Lindsay dragged her to the edge of the surf on hands and knees.

An appalling clap of flesh erupted with each violent impact as Lindsay began to barbarically hammer Mandy's gorgeous features into the compacted mud. Mandy's body fell completely slack long before Lindsay ceased her attempts to bore a hole through the sand; clumps of mud and ocean-soaked strands of hair caked against Mandy's delicate, unconscious features. Mandy's lifeless frame pitched and rolled with the incoming tide as Lindsay craned her head up for the aghast audience to see, her freed breasts spasming and mushrooming into the impressionable sand below. Not content with the stomach-churning destruction thus far, Lohan tied a glorious bow on the performance by plunging Mandy's face back into the surf, grating her features into the mud before being pulled off by league officials finally stepping in to make sure things didn't go any further".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Mandy Moore vs. Victoria Justice (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"The pair of winless brunettes had taken turns failing to seize every opportunity afforded them, showcasing just how hapless and snakebitten each was as a fighter. You wouldn't expect it, but a sloppy, no holds barred contest was proving to be every bit as rousing and dramatic as a technical masterpiece. Despite her continued efforts, Mandy simply couldn't turn the youngster's lights out. Justice remained staggeringly resilient, absorbing all the punishment Mandy could dish and beginning to give it back to her tenfold until finally Moore began to buckle.

The fiesty Justice managed to get in tight on the lanky brunette, ripping her disheveled mane underneath her armpit in a loose side headlock. With a furious yelp, Victoria began to wrench and crane Mandy's neck, attempting to shuffle her toward the ropes where she could gain an extra pair of helping hands. With a debilitating flash, Mandy blindly raked her right hand across Vika's chest, snagging her tube top bikini and ripping the fabric down around her waistline. Victoria furiously slung the sputtering Moore from her grip, instinctively cupping her freed B-cups with both palms before spearing Mandy in the back of the knee with her heel.

Mandy clumsily genuflect to a knee, wailing as she clutched the pulsing joint and crumpled to her knees. Bubbling over with animosity, Justice planted her foot between Mandy's shoulder blades and ripped backwards on the waistband of her spandex bottoms. The paralyzed brunette breathlessly squealed as the stretchy fiber split her trembling thighs, digging ruthlessly into tender folds of flesh before fraying in Victoria's palms, crackling as they split straight down the middle. Victoria insolently slung the mangled remains out of the ring as Mandy delicately cupped her clean-shaven mound, mewling as she slumped to all fours.

Without skipping a beat, Victoria crow-hopped across the ring and planted the arch of her foot on the back of Moore's skull, snapping the brunette's face into the canvas with a stomach-churning Curb Stomp Face Smash. There was a pronounced crunch as Mandy's cheek whipped against the mat, her skull trampolining off the ground before her slender frame sank flat on her belly, lifelessly twitching in violent convulsions. Victoria couldn't move fast enough for the cover, beaming ear-to-ear as she dropped to her knees and slung an unconscious Moore to her backside. Mandy's pert B-cup breasts sloshed free from her slightly displaced top as she flopped to her back, still spasming as Victoria draped her bare bosom over Moore's and secured an emphatic 3-count pin.

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Mandy's plump derrière skid across the canvas as she was dragged by an ankle toward the near turnbuckle, beginning to wake from Vika's cranium-rattling finisher just as she slumped to a stop. Moore gently lulled to her side facing the center of the ring, vacantly swaddling her bare chest without registering that her tits had spilled from their spandex confines. As Mandy aimlessly writhed in the corner of the ring, the CWF's most fiery and detested heel took center stage; Lindsay Lohan.

LiLo was calm and calculated as she slid the small of Mandy's back up against the steel ringpost, her naked form helplessly facing the center of the ring. Mandy couldn't even see her attacker as she clutched the singer's loose ponytail, sliding her devilish fingers between Mandy's thighs and skewering the wounded brunette without warning. With ruthless aggression, Lindsay thrust her middle and ring fingers deep into Mandy's sex, delighting as Mandy's lithe frame squirmed with forbidden pleasure. In an instant however, Mandy's shivering bliss turned to paralyzed horror as Lindsay forced her thumb up Mandy's asshole. The frozen brunette let out a throaty moan as her body tremored, her golden brown nipples stiffening as Lindsay expertly pumped her digits through folds of flesh.

As Mandy began to lustfully pant, her perked chest rhythmically exhaling, LiLo suddenly ripped both her arms toward her own belly. Mandy's mouth dropped hopelessly agape, hoarsely mewling as Lindsay simultaneously yanked backwards on her bunched ponytail and speared cunt, arching the brunette into a crippling Ring Post Bowling Ball Backbreaker. Mandy's twitching frame torturously bent into an agonizing "C", furiously drumming her palm against the canvas in a fruitless submission.

Mandy's delectable, bowed frame was too appealing to be left alone; as one of the Lumberjacks finally stepped up to fill the languid brunette's gaping mouth. Lindsay snickered as the Lumberjack did what she could not, slinging his bulging cock free from his pants and stuffing it between Mandy's pursed lips. Moore powerlessly whimpered as the Lumberjack savagely muzzled her, ceaselessly pumping his engorged cock against the back of her throat. Mandy's eyes began to water as she gagged on his bulging appendage, finally being allowed to sputter for a life-saving gulp of oxygen as he pulled his suffocating shaft from her throat.

As Mandy desperately gagged for air, the Lumberjack traced the tip of his dripping cock over her sweat-soaked features, daubing her impenetrable trap and eye socket as she shook her head in defiance. Seemingly aroused by her spirit, he began to pump his own shaft, smearing his twitching cock between her fleshy tits before exploding across her bosom. The Lumberjack spurt wave after wave across Mandy's quivering breasts, finally stepping back to let the impatient redhead claim her prize.

Mandy let out a breathless groan of relief as LiLo finally released her ponytail and slid her fingers out of Moore's dripping sex, craning Mandy's slender, straining neck until they were eye-to-eye. Mandy's eyes reflected nothing but vacant hazel pools, her soft, convulsing breasts trickling with cum. Finally satisfied with her handiwork, Lindsay mercilessly hammered the brunette's skull against the pointed edge of the ring. Mandy's glistening frame immediately fell slack as her forehead exploded against the canvas, her body draped lifelessly over opposite corners of the ring, spasming as it dangled over the edge of the apron".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Mandy Moore vs. Jennifer Aniston (Skin-to-Win Match)

"Mandy Moore and Jennifer Aniston have the unflattering reputation of being uncoordinated, unathletic, hopeless, winless jobbers. One lucky lady will break her pathetic losing streak while the loser will have to live with the fact that she was defeated by, quite possibly, the worst of the worst.

The bout was, as expected, a sloppy mess. After several minutes of hairpulling, slapping, rolling around, and poorly executed body slams, both women were exhausted. Moore and Aniston gulped for air, their scarcely clothed bodies glistening in the stadium lights, causing the men in attendance to wolfwhistle in appreciation.

Aniston's bronzed ass cheeks teasingly peek out from a pair of low-cut dark blue panties -- her only remaining article of clothing -- as the blonde cougar crouches down in anticipation. Jennifer's eyes focus in on the lean, nude figure tottering across the mat and quickly pounces.

Moore yelps in pain as Aniston spears her to the canvas. Mandy whimpers, arching her back in pain, allowing Aniston to straddle the Pop Star's waist. Taking advantage of her dominant position, Jennifer leans forward, pressing her voluptuous breasts into her opponent's protesting face. Jennifer simpers as she wiggles her shoulders, forcing Mandy's nose deeper into the sweaty crevice of her tits.

Once Aniston felt like Moore had lost enough air, she hooks Mandy's leg. The referee, however, doesn't count. Baffled, Jennifer stares blankly at him, "What are you doing? Count the pin!" The referee just stares back at Aniston. After several seconds, Jennifer rises to her feet and begins shouting at the ref.

Mandy slowly regains her bearings and eventually pushes herself upright. As Jennifer unleashes a hateful diatribe at the ref, Mandy creeps behind, circles her arms around Aniston's waist and hurles the older woman backwards in a poorly executed -- yet, for Mandy, impresive -- German Suplex. Still gripping onto Jennifer, Mandy rolls backwards, sitting on Aniston's chest, entrapping the cougar's calves under her thighs. Moore quickly grabs Jennifer's undies, ripping the garment until it falls off the older woman's body. Moore remains perched on top of her screaming opponent's bent-in-half body, pinning her for a victorious three count.

Mandy, elated with joy, soaks in her first victory. Eyeing Jennifer's perfectly positioned, stuck-up ass, Moore can't help but giggle, "So, no one told you life was gonna be this way," *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP* Mandy quickly cracked her open palm 4 times against Jennifer's bare ass. "Your job's a joke, you're broke and your love life's DOA!" Mandy finishes singing the opening chorus of the 'Friends' theme song before quickly scurrying out of the ring, getting as far away from Jennifer as possible.

Jennifer scrambles to her feet and punts the referee in the balls, shrieking in rage. Mandy quickly hurries up the aisle, grinning down at the lone sock covering her right foot, and breathes out a sigh of relief".

- Submission by jdo90

Mandy Moore vs. Melissa Debling

"A shrill, throaty squeal erupted from between Debling's meaty thighs as she athletically twirled the gangly brunette in mid-air. Mandy's pendulous, slender gams folded limply over the Brit's broad shoulders, the blonde hugging Moore's slender waistline tight against her belly as she rotated her into position for a Tombstone Piledriver. Spoils of war littered the canvas as Melissa shuffled forward inch-by-inch, Mandy's sweat-soaked top and bottoms savagely having been ripped clean by an insatiable Debling, the singer's pale ass cheeks glistening in the overhead spotlights as Melissa was given a delicious faceful. With a guttural grunt Melissa's legs nearly gave out, finally showing the wounds a very-game Moore had inflicted in their breathtaking battle. Instead of detonating a deteriorating piledriver that might not pack the intended punch, the blonde instead churned forward, spearing Mandy's slender spine against the steel turnbuckle and pancaking her gangly frame against the unforgiving corner.

"HHHHUUUNNGGGGHHHHLLL" the brunette mewled, her limp frame sliding off Melissa's shoulders and draping over the corner turnbuckle upside down. A winded Debling slung Moore's lean gams over the top rope and folded her stems into a paralyzing Tree of Woe. The prudish Moore wailed as her trembling, protesting thighs were humiliatingly split to opposite sides of the post, exposing her plump kitty lips, a carefully trimmed triangle of pubic hair shaven above her mound. The brunette's flexibility and athleticism was on full display as she craned upwards in a full-body crunch, her toned abdomen straining as she attempted to undo the shackles around her calves, her back parallel with the ground below.

Circling the spasming brunette, Melissa suddenly stepped up and straddled the flailing singer's throat, cradling the back of her skull and lifting her mouth-first between her parted thighs. Mandy's arms began to pinwheel as she was thrust into a Reverse Headscissor from the Tree of Woe, gurgling and convulsing as Debling constricted her boa-like thighs. Mandy's hazel bulbs pooled with tears as she peeked out from between the Brit's bronzed trunks, her belly flexing, crunching and windedly huffing as she rapidly panted for oxygen. Melissa devilishly cupped Moore's freed tits, wrenching and mushrooming the fleshy B-cups flat to her chest, eliciting a muffled squeal as the brunette was helplessly smothered and groped.

The blonde then traced her digits over Moore's convulsing navel, her nails brushing against Mandy's sweat-soaked pubic mound before gently parting her plump lips. The singer's gangly frame stiffened, hoarsely grunting as the blonde forcefully thrust her middle digits into Moore's slit. Mandy's thighs trembled before turning to jelly, her body concaving, spasming as Melissa began to roughly knead and massage her clit. The brunette's frame began to pulse with electrical currents, her sternum swelling as she was worked into a pant, her light pink nipples stiffening as Debling expertly worked her into a lather. With a final heave, Mandy's gawky frame buckled and convulsed, her slender, split thighs trembling before her corpse went rigid, overwhelmed by a crippling orgasm. A final, futile gasp and her abdomen sulked to the canvas, hanging limply from between Debling's thighs, her arms dangling at her sides, fingers and dishevelled pony brushing against the mat below. The blonde released her headscissor and cradled the back of Mandy's neck, sickening spasms still jolting through her lifeless body as the victorious Brit unfolded her legs from atop the ropes and allowed her corpse to fall to the mat in a crumpled heap. Planting a single sole on Mandy's twitching bosom, Debling thrust her dripping fingers into her mouth, licking them clean as a 3-count rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Mandy Moore vs. Melissa Debling

"Mandy Moore confidently struts to the ring with a microphone in her hand and a disgusted, irritated scowl etched across her face. A black, low-cut, cleavage-boosting lycra crop top accentuates her B cups and chows off her flat abdomen. Her signature black, spandex booty shorts -- with a red, rhinestone-studded, "M" embossed on each ass cheek, -- showcases her curvaceous hips. And her knee-high, black, leather boots cause her 5'10 frame to rise even higher. For a woman with 5 losses and 1 win, Mandy Moore certainly looked like an imposing figure. She enters the ring and addresses the crowd, "I am Mandy Moore! I am a multi-platinum singer, songwriter! I am a Golden Globe and Emmy nominated actress and I have my own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame! And, last but not least, I made history by defeating Jennifer Aniston in the first ever, Skin-to-Win Pay-Per-View!" Mandy paused, waiting for an applause break that never happened.

Shaking her head and scoffing at the crowd, Mandy continued, "So, given ALL of my achievements, can anyone please explain to me, why I am facing Marissa Bedling?" Mandy pauses and looks around at the jeering audience, holding her hands up in confusion. "Who even is she? What has she done to prove herself to the Hollywood Elite? I've been told she a model, but I've got news for you, MARISSA BEDLING," Mandy really draws out her enunciation, mockingly mispronouncing her opponent's name, "taking your clothes off and shaking your fat, fake tits in front of a camera doesn't make you a model. No, that makes you a slut, and not just any kind of slut. You're a Cam Girl Slut!!"

The audience erupted in applause as Melissa Debling ran down the entrance ramp. The Blonde Brit had heard enough and raced to the ring. Ever the crowd pleaser, Debling was scarcely clothed in a sexy schoolgirl outfit. Her massive breasts were popping out of her white, tie-up, crop top and her erect nipples were easily visible through the semi-sheer material, indicating the buxom beauty decided against a bra. As Melissa slid in the ring, her green, tartan miniskirt hiked up to reveal a barely-there white string thong. The blonde bombshell was obviously very comfortable in her skin and she decided right then, she was going to make Mandy Moore as uncomfortable in her skin as much as possible.

As the match was drawing to a close, the fans were treated to a truly humiliating spectacle. Mandy Moore's attire was scattered across the canvas. The haughty brunette was left in just her leather boots. The multi-platinum, Golden Globe and Emmy nominated, singer, songwriter, actress was croaking out deep, mournful sobs. Her hands frantically cupping her bare, bruised tits and smooth, shaven mound, but her attempts to shield her flesh from the hungry audience proved to be an aimless endeavor.

After toying with her prey, Melissa scooped Mandy in a brutal bearhug, crushing the taller woman's tits against her chest, Debling squeezed her foe until their was no more air left in Moore's diaphragm, leaving her unconscious. Debling slings Mandy's twitching figure down to the sweaty canvas and places her heel on Moore's face posing in victory. Before she leaves the ring, Melissa snatches up Mandy's discarded black thong -- the same one she wedgied up Mandy's snatch until it ripped -- and shoves the sweaty undergarment inside Moore's slumbering, open mouth. "Maybe this will keep your mouth shut. And now you'll remember my name." Debling hisses, leaving Mand spread-eagled in the ring".

- Submission by jdo90

Taylor Swift vs. Mandy Moore (First To Cum)

"You wouldn't be entirely mistaken if you were to curtail your expectations for a sexual supremacy match between two of the more prudish, unaccomplished fighters the league had to offer. Though in a stunning twist, these two beauties had flipped a buried switch and put on an unabashed show. Both having been stripped nude, Swift at the brunette's hand and Mandy of her own volition, the blonde's vision swirled as she curled into a defensive ball at Moore's heels, fatally wounded and exhausted. Mandy disgustedly huffed and pumped a pair of soccer kicks into the blonde's curled spine, wailing as she unfolded from the fetal position, staring meekly up at the towering brunette with tears welling in the corners of her bright blue bulbs.

Moore's lips curled into a toothy grin as she stroked the colossal shaft strapped to her pelvis, leaning forward and twirling her digits around a clump of Tay's sweat-caked locks, holding her still as she took a devilish seat atop the blonde's face. Swift bucked and squirmed as her nose buried deeper into Mandy's folds of flesh, the brunette quivering as Taylor desperately curled her arms around Mandy's bronzed thighs and blindly thrust her fingers into Mandy's slit, wildly pumping and massaging the brunette's plump cunt in a last ditch effort to make Mandy cum before her own end. Too little, too late. Swifts' desperation left her vulnerable as Mandy lifted her behind off Taylor's flushed features and ruthlessly drove the strap-on down her throat. Taylor helplessly gurgled as Mandy callously, mercilessly face-fucked the sputtering blonde. Mouthfuls of drool dribbled down the shaft as Mandy continued to pump to the hilt, paralyzing the gurgling pop star with breathtaking thrust after thrust.

Moore's naked frame quaked as she clasped Taylor's wrists and yanked them from her slit, stopping Taylor's futile efforts in their tracks. She then trailed her posessed digits down Taylor's convulsing frame, stopping to palm her golden orbs, sadistically gnawing on Swift's perfect, pink nipples, nibbling the tender flesh until it stretched from her sternum. Taylor's bright bulbs began to fade as she was slowly smothered near unconsciousness, rolling into the back of her skull as Mandy kept the head of her rubber cock stuffed unceremoniously down the back of the blonde's bulging throat.

Suddenly the blonde sputtered back to life as Mandy slid her fingers between Taylor's thighs, brushing over her shaven cunt, parting her plump lips and diving inside. Swift's thighs turned to jelly as Mandy began to expertly stroke and manipulate the blonde, muffled squeals erupting from between Mandy's suffocating cheeks as Swift twitched and spasmed. Moore continued to pump her devilish digits until finally the blonde exploded, melting to the canvas, her legs falling into the splits as her lower half violently shook and shuddered, gurgling in ecstasy, drenching Mandy's palm with an explosive orgasm. Moore triumphantly lifted off a motionless Swift with a dismissive scoff, wiping Swift's own juices across the blonde's naked chest, coating her already sweat-soaked sternum. Never judge a book by its cover".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Taylor Swift vs. Mandy Moore (First To Cum)

"Despite having all of the odds in her favor, Taylor Swift was having a tough time with her opponent. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Victoria Justice and Taylor Swift had mocked and jeered Mandy before the fight. Justice bragged about how she had beaten Moore in the Lumberjack and Jill match and had caused Moore to be brutally fucked. Taylor gloated, saying that Mandy would, once again, get fucked in the ring.

After several empty handed exchanges, Victoria, whom stood at ringside, decided to help her new teammate turn the tide on the older brunette. Justice sneaked behind Moore and trapped her arms behind her back, allowing Swift to land an array of kicks and slaps. Taylor then took advantage of her trapped foe and began ripping off her clothes, shedding off her attire until she was naked. Swift reached down and grabbed the strapon, thinking victory was in her grasp. But stopping to taunt Moore was a mistake.

Mandy, regaining her energy, flung her long tan leg out, drilling her bare foot up between Swifts long legs, catching her right in the cxnt. Taylor drops the dildo and immediately collapses in the fetal position, howling in pain and clutching her crotch. Before Victoria can react, Mandy bends her leg back and kicks her heel up into Victoria's crotch, forcing Justice to let go of Mandy's arms. Moore grabs Victoria's head, tucks her chin on her shoulder and drops down to the canvas, obliterating the lanky Justice with a devastating Stunner! With Victoria knocked out, Moore turns her attention to Swift, overwhelming the blonde, obliterating her abdomen with stomps and elbow strikes.

Mandy, after suffering so many losses, seemed to be taking all of her transgressions out on the multimillionaire blonde. She did to Taylor what so many others did to her. She savagely stripped off the lanky blonde's designer clothing, unveiling every inch of the Pop Queen's pale flesh. Taylor, once arrogantly smirking and giggling, was now sobbing. Her mascara streaked down her anguished features as she struggled to push herself up on all fours. She slowly crawled across the canvas, desperately reaching her right hand toward the ropes while her left hand reached down to cover her freshly shaven pussy. Her fruitless endeavor to shield herself and reach the ropes were thwarted by her vengeful foe.

Mandy snagged Taylor by the ankle, dragging her back to the center of the ring. Tayloy never saw Mandy step into the harness of the mammoth strapon; so when Mandy grabbed a hold of her hips, she didn't realize how dire her situation was going to soon become. "Maybe Victoria hid the strapon from her. Surely the fans couldn't be chanting this loud because Mandy has the strapon. They would be warning me if she did. They love me and they certainly aren't that barbaric," Taylor self-righteously thought to herself. But reality came crashing into Taylor like a ton of bricks.

The leggy blondes bright blue eyes buldge out and a pained gasp escapes her trembling mouth as Mabdy shoves the tip of the dildo inside her pussy. Mandy grabs a handful of blonde hair and tugs back, forcing her rival to stare up at the cheering crowd. Cameras flash, creating a strobelight effect as Mandy begins pumping her hips, cramming the giant dildo inside her trembling foe. Mandy's mouth stretches in a wide grin as she viciously fucks Taylor doggy style, "You're mine, Taylor! Ya hear me? I'm gonna take you like the bitch you are. You and your loser friend have humiliated me for the last time!" Mandy roars, pumping her hips, jerking back on Taylor's hair and slapping her pale, upturned ass.

Taylor, after several minutes of intense fucking, is laying with the side of her face pressed against the cum-soaked canvas of the ring. Her arms were no longer able to hold her up and were splayed at her sides. Her knees were tucked under her, elevating her well-spanked, bright red ass. She was both mentally and physically exhausted and no matter how much she tried to fight it, the waves of her impending orgasm had been rising higher and higher. With a pitiful, mournful whimper, Taylor finally succumbed to the brutal thrusting. A deep, guttural moan rose from her belly and was ripped from her throat. Her vagina contracted and pulsed as she gushed out, releasing in euphoria.

The audience gave Mandy a standing ovation as the referee called for the bell. Mandy, beaming with joy, gave her hips one last thrust, causing Taylor to whimper and cry in pain. Mandy withdrew the dildo from Taylor's glistening sex and stepped out of the harness, watching intently as Taylor's limbs flattened to the mat.

Mandy struts around her foe's beaten body and uses her foot to shove taylor onto her back. Swift's face is contorted in a pitiful grimace, her perky breasts are still flushed with a sex-induced blush and her pussy glistens with her juices. Moore, with a victorious smirk, pins Tayloe in a school girl pin, framing Swift's face with her tan thighs. "Well," Mandy seductively whispers, "since you got off, I think it's only fair that I get off as well." Swift, knowing what's coming, begins bucking and pushing against Mandy's body.

Taylor's wide eyes stare up at her impending fate. She pathetically shakes her head and squeals, "No...nononoNOOOMPHHHHH!!" But Mandy cuts her off, muffling her cries for mercy as she sits on Taylor's face, burying the blonde brat in her pussy. Mandy, in a display of pure dominance, grabs the back of Taylor's skull and pulls the blonde's face deep into her exposed pussy, burying Swift's nose and mouth even further inside her. Taylor's nose immediately fills with her agressor's scent as Mandy's juices freely seep into her screaming mouth.

 Moore undulates and thrusts her hips against Taylor's grimacing face. Taylor tries to shake her head free, but everytime she moves, she buys her face deeper inside the sticky, muggy cavern of Mandy's hot pussy. After several mortifying minutes of getting humped, Taylor is still concious, due no body to her foe's novice experience at winning. Mandy had never actually ridden anyone's face before and she would occasionally lift up, allowing Taylor to get just enough oxygen. Taylor felt every bump and grind and she could feel it when Mandy's muscles began to spasm. Taylor's blue eyes eyes buldge out in fear as the realization of what's about to happen washes over her.

Mandy, with a lustful groan that seems to rise from her gut, arches her back and bares her clit down onto the bridge of Taylor's nose. Swift screams out as Mandy erupts. Taylor's trembling, grimacing lips and nose are quickly covered with Moore's orgasmic juices. Mandy slides her dripping pussy over the blonde's entire face, ensuring that every pore of her pale skin is sufficiently coated in a slick gleam.

After Moore has recovered from her orgasm, she sits back, cruelly flattening Taylor's breasts under her ass, crushing them into her chest. "That was fun!" Mandy grins, "I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did," the older brunette chirps before rising to her feet. Mandy removes the massive, dripping dildo from its harness and skips over to Victoria Justice, whom is still knocked out. Mandy shoves the cum-soaked dildo down Victoria's throat and leaves the team of Swift Justice inside the ring; Victoria with a dildo soaked in her teammate's orgasmic juices protruding from her mouth and Taylor sobbing and convulsing on her back, gagging and heaving up globs of Mandy's sticky juices".

- Submission by jdo90

Mandy Moore vs. Blake Lively (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"Mandy Moore wasn't ever going to be recognized as a premier fighter, but her last victory over Taylor Swift in a First-to-Cum struggle was as head-turning as they come. Not an overwhelmingly impressive victory given the competition, but perhaps one that could shed the jobber reputation Moore had been stuck with. On the other end of the career success spectrum, Blake Lively might be the best-kept secret in the Bantamweight Division. The sporty blonde was coming off one of the most impressive debuts the CWF had seen, taking down busty title contender Lucy Pinder in somewhat dominant fashion. Impressive until we saw what rookie Lindsey Pelas would do to belt-holder Stana Katic, that is, but that's beside the point. Lively was a prime dark horse candidate to challenge some of the buxom beauties at the top of the division if she could avoid a devastating defeat on this bright stage. Brutal, humiliating losses in the Lumberjack & Jill format tend to stick with a fighter, both mentally and with their reputation.

While Blake might have come out of the gate with some jitters, she quickly settled in and turned this one into a laugher. Mandy Moore was helpless to stop the assault once the blonde found her game and began rolling down hill, stripping the singer's dignity (and skimpy attire) without a shred of mercy or remorse. The towering brunette had been ruthlessly cut down with a spine-tingling DDT and left a puddle of sobbing limbs; face-down against the canvas as she cradled her aching skull. Moore's modest bosom swelled as she wailed in agony, her braincase scrambled by the devastating impact, left with a debilitating headache that seemed to paralyze her temporarily. The brunette's naked tits mushroomed out from beneath her slender sternum as she rocked back and forth to each side, mewling as she clutched her temples, abandoning her prior attempts to cover up her slick, nude frame with more crippling matters to attend to. You couldn't help but feel for the writhing Moore as she lulled to one side on her hip, pedaling her feet against the mat as she squirmed in a state of shock; yet unfortunately she hadn't been 'saved' by unconsciousness.

Moore let out a gruff whimper as Blake took a seat on her arched spine, compressing her slender, flexing abdomen and pinning her navel to the mat below. Moore's clumsy squirming came to a halt as her gams slid into the splits, her plump ass cheeks spreading as her behind perked up toward the rafters, attempting anything no matter how revealing to pry her way out from beneath the blonde's frame. Ready to put the finishing touches on her victory, Blake slid her powerful, toned stems up toward Mandy's shoulders, straddling the brunette and rooting her heels into the mat. With a hoarse, horrified squeal, Mandy was suddenly yanked backwards, her spine wrenched into a crippling "C" as Blake applied a textbook Camel Clutch. The veins in Moore's neck crackled and bulged as her chin was arched until it pointed skyward, twitching and gurgling as her previously shielded tits were pointed like headlights toward the cameras in the front row. Mandy's digits balled into a fist as her spine was jerked and contorted, her ruby-painted toes curling as her mouth dropped agape in frozen shock, gurgling a mouthful of drool down her spasming chest. The brunette's plump, shaved slit peeked out through her parting thighs from behind as her legs eased into the splits, every rippling muscle in her abdomen flexing to try and keep her spine from buckling.

Lively continued to twist and wriggle her clutch deeper until finally she slithered her biceps around Moore's throat, adding a suffocating Rear Naked Choke to the Camel Clutch. Moore's bulbs lifelessly fluttered before peeling shut, tears running streaks through her smeared mascara as she breathlessly mewled for mercy. Slobber dribbled over Blake's muscled forearm as she clinched deeper, bowing Mandy's awkwardly contorting frame until Moore's eyes met her own. With a wicked smile, Blake planted a gentle kiss of death atop Mandy's forehead, then with a final wringing of her neck the brunette fell still and hung slack in Lively's arms, her naked frame clattering with fleshy, sloppy convulsions.

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A merciful bell finally signaled the end of the first stage of Mandy's suffering, but her real nightmare was just beginning. With Blake having been ushered out of the ring, two towering Lumberjacks simply took her place, lifting the unconscious Moore by the scalp and attempting to stabilize her sloshing frame on two feet like they were playing with a lifeless doll. When the singer finally came around she awoke to a horrific sight, wailing as she was instantly hoisted and coiled into position for a Voodoo Drop. Mandy's naked frame slumped and twisted compliantly around the first Lumberjack's 6'6 torso; her legs straddling and locking around his waist, one arm twisted awkwardly around her own back and the other thrown over the brute's shoulder, her skull tucked beneath his armpit as if she was about to be deposited into another DDT, only she wouldn't be so lucky.

Mandy's twisted frame suddenly jolted away from his belly, her pelvis wiggling and squirming, breathless squeals erupting from underneath his armpit. Then her entire abdomen stiffened as the Lumberjack ruthlessly threw his hips forward, plunging into her tight, spread sex. Mandy's slender frame retracted, then violently shuttered with each boring thrust, hoarsely mewling as her thighs quaked around his meat, barely able to take each veiny inch as he pushed up to the hilt with each pump, their moist pelvises clapping fleshily with each rhythmic insertion.

"No, no, NO, NOOO -- HHNNNGGGGGGOOOHHHLL" Moore suddenly wailed as she felt the second Lumberjack's bulging tip press ominously against her rim. The second brute boorishly palmed and jiggled the singer's plump butt cheeks from behind as she continued to be brutally filled in by the first, then without warning he parted her cheeks stuffed his shaft into her asshole. Moore let out a spine-tingling screech as her crippled frame stiffened, quaking with convulsions as her lower half was split down the middle.

The brunette turned to putty in their arms as the two Lumberjacks ruthlessly hammered her holes, hollowing out her tight slit and asshole until the first began to twitch, nearing explosion. His facial features twisted as he neared release, signaling the other Lumberjack to temporarily pull out before he detonated the devastating Voodoo Drop; slamming and buckling Moore's spasming frame spine-first into the mat. Her bubbly ass jiggled as it trampolined off the springy canvas, her limbs lifelessly thrown in a thousand different directions as her crumpled abdomen scrunched then tipped and fell to the mat flat on her back, arms strewn above hear head, her pert B-cups teardropping flat to her sternum. The singer's bulbs rolled into the back of her skull as her painted eyelashes daintily fluttered, her pearly white teeth clinched tightly together as her crippled frame stiffened and twitched with convulsions. With a thunderous roar the first Lumberjack bent his frame over Moore's, slung her thighs into the splits, and violently spurt inside her, filling her slit with wave after wave of his hot seed until her cunt overflowed, cum leaking down her inner thighs. Practically in unison, the second Lumberjack dropped to his knees straddling her head, and with a second echoing roar he burst across her twisted facial features, coating her twitching upper half with another humiliating load. Sufficiently satiated, the two brutes left Moore's spread eagle frame on invasive display, dripping with cum as she continued to spasm with unconscious convulsions".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Mandy Moore vs. Blake Lively (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"Both Blake Lively and Mandy Moore made the initial tactical decision to keep their distance and to use their length to get quick easy strikes in while avoiding taking counters early on. This back and forth went exactly nowhere for the first minute and a half as both landed a couple glancing blows, but never a real hit. As Mandy danced around and went in for her next jab, Blake went low and tackled her at the legs, ending the wet noodle standing game and instead taking the match to the ground. Whether Blake did it out of frustration that the match was going nowhere or if she did it because she saw a window to strike, it didn’t matter. Her plan worked as she was able to stun Mandy and take her to the ground. Blake taking advantage of the surprise quickly rolled Mandy up for a pin.

“One”

“Two”

“Thr--”

And Mandy managed to get her shoulder up in time to avoid a quick surprise pin. However, this may be a case out of leaping out of the frying pan and into the fire as Blake quickly shifts her position and pulls Mandy Moore’s head into a reverse headscissor. It’s clear Blake is trying to put a quick end to this match with no taunting and just straight business. Mandy tries pulling Blake’s beautiful thighs apart, but with Blake’s superior leg strength, Mandy’s hands do little more than cop a feel. Mandy’s face is simple racked with pain as Blake is really pouring on the pressure with her headscissors, especially when she pulses her thighs and sends a strong jolt of strength to crush Mandy’s head.

Mandy tries to shift gears and try throwing punches anywhere she can to try to make Blake release her, but that too is seemingly to no avail. Recognizing the futility of her position and unable to deal with the pain, after a mere twenty- five seconds in the hold, Mandy taps out on Blake’s ass, continuing the train of embarrassing losses for her, taking her record to an impressively bad 2-7.

“Your winner, by reverse headscissor submission, Blake Lively!”

Unfortunately for Mandy, she quickly remembered unlike in the case of her many other embarrassing losses, the embarrassment wasn’t over yet. In fact, it was just getting started. Blake leisurely transitioned from her reverse headscissor to a reverse facesit, leaving no air for Mandy, before beckoning to Yvonne Strahovski to join her in the ring. Yvonne quickly stripped Mandy of her bikini and with her strap-on ready, guided herself into the prone Mandy Moore while Blake continued her potent facesit, draining Mandy Moore of air and the ability to resist. Mandy couldn’t help but moan into Blake’s booty as Yvonne began to increase her pace. Blake lifted up for a couple seconds to give Mandy a moment to breathe, but unfortunately with her she was still left short of breath when Blake’s ass descended back onto her face due to unrelenting work of Yvonne on the other end.

The moaning of Mandy into her ass combined with the image of Yvonne in front her began to get Blake excited, leading her to begin grinding her ass on Mandy’s face, simply upping the humiliation that Mandy continued to face as a result of this match. As Blake lifted her ass up again to give Mandy some air, Mandy began begging Blake not to drop back down on her. As pathetic as the pleas were and as kind as Blake normally is, the begging fell on deaf ears, as Blake took off her bikini bottoms, slammed down with force on Mandy’s face, and resumed her gyrations. To add insult to injury, she began fingering herself as she rode poor Mandy’s face. As Mandy’s moans increasingly began to include some pathetic whimpering, Blake got more and more turned on while Yvonne simply took it as sign that what she was doing was working.

As Mandy’s moans began to reach a more feverish pace and she got increasingly close to orgasm she also found herself increasingly lightheaded as Blake, seeming distracted by her own pleasure, had not given her a chance to breathe in over a minute and a half. While Mandy enjoyed the combined pleasure from Yvonne and her own asphyxiation she knew she had to get a breath soon or she would pass out, likely in the next thirty or so seconds. Using her last vestiges of strength she put her hands on Blake’s gyrating ass and shoved in an attempt to get a breath. Her desperation shove went exactly nowhere with Blake’s gyrations continuing unaltered and no sign of her even registering the attempt to break free could be seen amid her unabated fingering and ass smothering. With panic setting in, Mandy tried to keep struggling but with her legs under Yvonne’s control, her arms unable to move Blake’s ass, and her lack of strength she saw very few options to remain conscious and simply resigned herself to her fate and tried to enjoy the pleasure. A few moments later the double edged sword of asphyxiation, both pushing her to greater pleasure and greater risk of passing out, combined with the masterful talent of Yvonne, brought to her most pleasurable orgasm and also some minor convulsions.

Blake satisfied she made Mandy cum and realizing she had forgotten to let her breathe quickly stood up and gave Mandy some time to recover. “Sorry about that Mandy, I got, uh, a little carried away. I’ve just got one more thing for you to do and then you’ll be free. Since I helped you get so much pleasure, it’s only fair you pleasure me too. So what I am going to do is ride your face while you tongue me. You will be smothered throughout this process. If you make me cum, I let you go. If you don’t you’ll be smothered out. Let’s put you to the test.” Before Mandy could even protest, Blake straddled her face and began riding it like a Western cowboy, grabbing Mandy’s beautiful locks and using it to prevent Mandy’s face from ever escaping her pussy.

As Mandy began to tongue Blake, she thanked her lucky stars that Blake had already gotten herself very close as otherwise she figured she had little chance of making it. Once again, however, as she approached the minute mark of being smothered and ridden she began to find herself getting lightheaded. By a minute and a half she knew she didn’t have long, but she figured based on Blake’s moans she didn’t have long before she came. As Blake’s moans became more and more aggressive, Mandy became increasingly confident that at least one thing would go right for her today. Finally, as Mandy was on the brink of exhaustion, she felt Blake explode all over face, and while her face was now covered in Blake’s fluids, she at least knew her troubles were over. Or so she thought. Blake continued to ride Mandy, spreading her juices all across her poor victim’s face. As Mandy’s protests were muffled by Blake’s pussy, Blake just laughed and said “nighty night, my sweet.”

- Submission by Anonymous

Alexandra Daddario/Mandy Moore vs. Kate Upton/Yvonne Strahovski

"After starting the match and sustaining a near-debilitating leg injury just moments into the fight, Alexandra Daddario had been forced to become little more than a spectator in what had become a handicap nightmare for the brunettes. Mandy Moore was resisting the inevitable defeat valiantly, but she was simply outmatched and outclassed by BOTH stalking blondes standing opposite her. Forced to take any and all punishment that might have been meant for or absorbed by Daddario, Mandy was showing the devastating effects that taking on Kate Upton could have. Unfortunately for Moore, she simply could not tag out. And with Alex's injury, she wouldn't have been much use even if she could make it to her partner to perform the switch.

Moore hoarsely wailed as Yvonne stood over her naked, downed frame, snaring the writhing brunette by her slipping side pony tail and yanking her up to two feet. Streaks of mascara trailed down Mandy's rosy cheeks as she was directed blubbering face-first to the nearest ringside camera, shown off by the sadistic Aussie before she reached to tag in Upton. Before exiting the ring, Strahovski slipped behind Mandy and tugged her hands behind her back, locking up the helpless brunette by arresting her shielding arms for a tagteam attack. Mandy's fleshy orbs teardropped to the canvas as her towering frame sagged, resigned to her defeat as Kate backtracked toward the center of the ring. It was all Moore could do to pinch her milky thighs together and shield her bare slit, her sleek, pink lips peeking through as Yvonne continued to jostle her sagging prey from behind.

With a wicked smile, Kate crow-hopped forward and lifted her heel for a crippling knockout Big Boot, only just before it connected Mandy reflexively dipped her head. There was a jaw-dropping eruption of flesh-on-flesh that echoed as Kate's heel found its mark, only when the blonde looked up it was her partner that she'd booted square in the jaw. Yvonne's frame stiffened before it teetered backwards, sloshing lifelessly to her backside, carried beneath the ropes and out of the ring altogether by the staggering momentum of Kate's kick. Freed from her shackles, Mandy scurried on hands and knees through Kate's legs and across the ring, lunging for a tag as Kate peered over the top rope and checked on her spasming partner on the concrete floor outside the apron.

"HEY CHAMP!" Daddario barked as she suddenly slipped through the ropes and shuffled across the ring on one leg, tapping the flummoxed blonde on the shoulder with a beaming white smile that stretched ear-to-ear.

Kate's bulbs pooled wide as saucers as she was force-fed a crippling elbow by the pursuant brunette, her skull rattling off the bony joint and slinging her lifelessly into the tangle of the nearby ropes. Upton sloshed and gargled as she rebounded into Alex's waiting embrace, her naked, teardropping tits flattened agonizingly to her sternum as Daddario cinched her in a tight, fleshy straightjacket bearhug. The blonde's mouth breathlessly hung agape as a single dribble of drool fell from her lip and disappeared between their combined cleavage, whimpering as Alex upped the crushing pressure and lifted her off her extending tippy toes.

"Don't forget this feeling, Katherine. I want my fucking belt BACK!" The brunette viciously accentuated, slinging the dangling blonde back and forth as her lower half fell lifeless save a few jolts and twitches.

With the commanding nod of Alex's head, Mandy regained her composure and nuzzled up to Upton from behind, easing the delicate curves of her naked bosom into the bowing arch of Kate's spine. Mandy's frame swelled with pride as she found herself in the dominant position for once in her career, giggling as she gripped Kate's wide, curvy hips with both hands and lifted her lower half off the ground as if she were about to stuff Kate's sex from behind. Upton mewled as she was hoisted airborne, then just as she let out a gruff grunt Alex dropped her bearhug and transitioned to cup the back of the blonde's cranium with both palms. With a horrific shout, the tagteam of Daddario and Moore lifted together and slung Kate's jaw into the canvas with a crippling Sitout Facebuster. The blonde gurgled as her frame bounced sickeningly off the canvas, stalling on her knees before collapsing face-down on the mat, twitching wildly with arms and legs strewn to all four corners of the ring.

Alexandra huffed triumphantly as she rose and towered over the convulsing blonde, planting a dismissive sole on Kate's jiggling cheek and miming wrapping a belt around her waist. With eyes fixed deadpan on the ringside camera, Daddario gave a subtle fist-bump to her overjoyed partner and scoffed once again at the blonde at her feet, lifelessly sloshing and twitching into la-la-land."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Brooklyn Decker/Demi Rose Mawby vs. Alexandra Daddario/Mandy Moore

"Despite inflicting a fractional amount of her desired revenge in their most recent tag victory, Alexandra Daddario was still reeling from the loss to Kate Upton that cost her the Bantamweight belt. While it wasn't Upton sneering opposite her, it was another buxom, arrogant blonde that needed a decent trouncing. And Alex was primed and eager to deliver.

While Daddario had enjoyed a decided advantage over Brooklyn in their one-on-one tussles, her partner Mandy Moore had her hands (and mouth) full of Demi Rose Mawby on the sidelines. Demi had rescued her partner countless times already, and each time she interfered, a floundering Mandy was forced to try and answer. Like a pestering fly that Alexandra simply couldn't snare, Demi helped Brooklyn kick out of a handful of deadly pins and submissions with relative ease, and it was becoming painfully obvious that at some point Alex would need Mandy to handle Demi so she could secure the victory for their team.

The most recent chaotic exchange had seen Alexandra twist and wrench Brooklyn into a crippling Torture Rack, nearly snapping the wailing blonde's spine as she paraded around the outskirts of the ring. With all four fighters having been rendered topless already thanks to the catty action, and Brooklyn having lost her thong bottoms to boot, Alex's backbreaker was a breathtaking sight to behold. The blonde's lithe, muscular frame jolted and rippled as she squirmed in Alex's commanding grasp, her freed tits quaking with every tug and arch of her fragile spine. Just as it appeared as though Brooklyn was ready to rap her submission across the actress' forearm, Alexandra let out a throaty growl as Demi once again slid through the ropes and whipped a gutting forearm between Alex's thighs. Daddario's heavy tits swayed and jiggled as she fell to her knees, the backbreaker dissolving and allowing Brooklyn to crumple to the canvas. The brunette howled as she cupped her pulsing kitty, drooling as she slumped to all fours. In a flash Mandy was in the ring shielding her partner, but she'd done little to intimidate Demi to this point. With a wry smile seeping across her lips as if this was what she wanted all along, Mawby gripped Mandy's loose locks and slung the wailing singer through the ropes. Moore hit the concrete below with a sickening clap of flesh, her gangly, towering frame left in an awkward, twisted heap as her naked bosom sloshed and twitched with unconscious convulsions.

Rather than putting her boot to the throat of the wilted former-Champ, Mawby instead sought out the easier prey, bounding through the ropes and scooping the mewling Moore up to her feet. Mandy's puddly frame swayed and sloshed as she was straightened back up on her heels, before being awkwardly partially slung over the top of the barricade separating the fighters from the ravenous crowd. Mandy's vacant bulbs began to flutter open as her abdomen was arched over the steel barricade, her legs still grounded on Demi's half of the wall, her exposed tits violently groped by the throngs of onlookers as Demi postured up in front of her.

"Fuck off, move, step aside!!" She furiously barked, palming her own massive tits and readying for a breast smother that would end Moore's night. With Moore's bowing spine awkwardly slumped over the waist-high barricade, Demi straddled the singer's frame and effortlessly eclipsed Mandy's gurgling features, engulfing the spasming Moore with her freed tits. Mandy's swelling breasts were flattened to her sternum as their pancaking bodies melded into one, furious squealing and squirming erupting as Demi locked in her smother with an arm snaked around Moore's skull.

"Wait--what the fuck?!" Demi suddenly snarled, shocked as Mandy stopped attempting to pull away from their sweaty embrace and instead locked her wrists behind Demi's back, holding her in place as if Moore was the one trapping Demi. It was only then that Demi wheeled to see Alex mid-ring, positioning her disheveled partner for a night-ending DDT.

"Welcome to the big leagues, blondie. Now take this lesson back where you belong..." The former Bantamweight Champion venomously hissed, bending Brooklyn's sagging frame at the waist and tucking her dipped head beneath her armpit. Brooklyn's smooth, plump pussy lips peeked out from between her thighs as they gently eased apart, breathlessly whimpering as Alex hung her upright by the neck. Without warning, Alexandra took a brutal seat and drilled the top of Brooklyn's skull square into the mat, knocking the model out cold. Brooklyn's heaving, swelling tits mushroomed out from beneath her slender abdomen as each limb was strewn to an opposite corner of the ring, the canvas quaking as Demi looked on in horror. With Brooklyn still awkwardly twitching and spasming, Alex rolled Decker to her backside and pretzeled her spasming frame into a revealing pin, all while Mandy kept a distraught Mawby locked in her deteriorating embrace."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Mandy Moore vs. Karlie Kloss (Jobber Title Match)

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

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

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

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

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

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins