Miley Cyrus

Age: 25

Height: 5'5

Weight: 110 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: Franklin, Tennessee

Record: 5 - 6

Wins: Miley Cyrus (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)

Miley Cyrus (61%) defeats Stana Katic (39%)

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

Miley Cyrus (55%) defeats Victoria Justice (45%)

Miley Cyrus (51%) defeats Cali Logan (49%)

Losses: Megan Fox (51%) defeats Miley Cyrus (49%)

Lindsay Lohan (58%) defeats Miley Cyrus (42%)

Kendall Jenner (53%) defeats Miley Cyrus (47%)

Olivia Munn (62%) defeats Miley Cyrus (38%)

Emma Watson (57%) defeats Miley Cyrus (43%)

Emilia Clarke (52%) defeats Miley Cyrus (48%)

Rivals: Taylor Swift (1 - 0)

Miley Cyrus (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)

Victoria Justice (1 - 0)

Miley Cyrus (55%) defeats Victoria Justice (45%)

Miley Cyrus vs. Megan Fox

"It was a battle of sex symbols as Miley And Megan faced off in the ring. Both wearing sexy lingerie trying to look better than the other. Miley started aggressive. She wanted to make a statement. She had almost won the match in the first few minutes getting Megan in a choke hold. Miley was laughing like she had aleady won, even licking Megans cheek. Megan's eyes went wide with panic. She couldn't lose to this nasty little slut. She'd never live it down. Summoning all her strength Megan flipped Miley over and off of her back with a scream of fury. Miley's back hit the mat hard with a cry of pain.

Megan wasted no time stepping over and standing with one foot on each side of the downed pop singer. Megan reached down and grabbed her hair in one hand and raised her fist. With a cocky smirk Megan said "Welcome to the CWF slut". Miley squirmed and made a frightened sound as she tried to squirm away. Megan showed no mercy and started slamming her fist into Miley's cheek over and over until she was out, held up only by Megans grip on her hair. Megan tossed her down in disgust. She removed Miley's panties to take as trophy but with a groan of disgust she realized they were soaked. "Any kind of attention at all gets you off doesnt it you nast bitch?" She said tossing the panties down on Miley's face and leaving her defeated in the ring for all to see".

- Submission by fasteddy44641

Miley Cyrus vs. Lindsay Lohan

"Miley stumbled her feet failing her and her skull felt like it had been hit with a sledgehammer,Lindsay smirked at the sight below her,the great Miley wrecking ball Cyrus was putty in her hands or so she thought,Lindsay should have known better,the self-proclaimed bad girls had stripped nude,both had previous of course,and neither were shy of their assets,both sets of boobs were raked with scratches and bites,as Lindsay prepared to finish her fading opponent she was shocked by Miley's counter-attack. Lindsay's clit was at the perfect height for a kneeling Miley,and she used her tongue to attempt to simulate her fellow lesbian,Lindsay was reluctant to engage at first,but soon both woman were gunning for an orgasm,this was more than just a wrestling match this was a sexfight now. Miley had the early advantage,but Lindsay soon fought back the older girl using her feminine wiles to bring Miley to a climax"OOOHHHHH"moaned Miley sweat running down her breasts and dripping to the canvas"how's that feel you inferior tart"giggled the redhead. Miley was too fatigued to reply her downcast blue eyes revealing her shame at the older woman besting her,"now we know who the better woman is let's end this farce"and Lindsay easily mounted the washed-out blonde and planted her 32D jugs on Miley's tear stained face, even if Miley's mind wanted to resist her body wasn't willing,and she soon fall into oblivion her tongue lolling from her open mouth.Lindsay of course posed for the victory pictures her gray eyes shining".

- Submission by tiger76

Miley Cyrus vs. Lindsay Lohan

"For the second week in a row Miley made the mistake of getting too cocky. She started the match strong and aggressive. In her mind Lohan was washed up and would be an easy first win. Lindsay however, like Fox, refused to lose to someone like Miley. After being pushed into a corner by an onslaught of punches from Miley, Lohan yelled out; "That's enough!" She pushed a surprised Cyrus back and started an assault of her own. Lindsay pounded through Miley's defenses all while shoving off all attempts to counter attack from the weakening Miley. Finally after minutes of this she grabbed the already clearly defeated singer's shoulders and spun her around to face her own corner. She kicked the slut down to her knees and raised her arm in victory. Miley refused to submit however and still weakly struggled against Lohans grip.

Lindsay finally ended the match bringing her knee up and slamming it into Miley's chin hard, knocking the poor girl out cold. Miley fell forward on her face and Lindsay smiled from ear to ear. She pulled Miley's shorts down to her knees showing her defeated bare ass to the world. She then bent down grabbed a handful of Miley's hair and lifted her head up for the crowd to get pictures of her KOed face".

- Submission by fasteddy44641

Taylor Swift vs. Miley Cyrus (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"There was an extraordinarily heavy air of anxiety emanating from the elastic blonde's corner; showing a palpable fear of the repurcussions should she lose this particularly demeaning match. The style seemed to favor the heel early, as the ringside agitators fed off Swift's jitters, clawing at Taylor any time she involuntarily neared the ropes and verbally accosting her throughout. Miley on the other hand, appeared to be fueled by the stakes. The lanky blonde refused to use her height to her advantage, sticking to close-quarters combat with a scrappy Cyrus in hopes of avoiding the frothing attackers along the ropes, even if it was to her detriment.

Taylor defensively locked fingers with a receptive Miley as the two came together, attemping to overpower the smaller singer and churn toward the extending palms grovelling at her backside. Perhaps showing her naiveté, Swift looked past the sinister smile that painted Miley's lips and postured up chest-to-chest with the diminutive blonde, draping her hunched frame over Cyrus' and pedalling with all her might. Suddenly it was if all the air had been sucked from Swift's sails, letting out a breathless grunt as Miley drifted half a step back and impaled Tay's slender waistline with a penetrating knee. Swift's milky backside jut toward the far ringpost, her jet black, high-waisted bottoms wedging between her cheeks as she did all she could to avoid dropping to both knees. But Cyrus was relentless.

A stream of drool sloshed from Swift's parting lips as she nearly kissed the canvas, her lanky frame buckled at the waist as she involuntarily veered into Miley's midsection. Miley mercilessly tugged the blonde's head up by the ponytail, Taylor's brilliant sapphire eyes vacant as her neck was craned upwards. With a shrill shriek, Cyrus launched her thigh into Taylor's hanging jaw, her skull sickeningly snapping backwards as an explosion of sweat and blood misted across the canvas. Like a newborn deer, Swift clumsily staggered across the blood-stained ring before careening into the waiting arms of the Lumberjacks & Jills at her back.

Swift crashed into the ropes completely debilitated, her lanky arms draping over the top rope as she unwittingly remained upright, though she had plenty of help from behind. Front and center on the ropes were two of Swift's biggest detractors, Katy Perry and Nicki Minaj. The two singers came well prepared, much like the other Jills lining the apron, strapped with enormous, ribbed dildos around their waists. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for Swift, now wasn't quite the time for those. Instead, Perry and Minaj arrested each of Taylor's limp wrists and stretched her neverending frame to its full wingspan, allowing one of the burly Lumberjacks to take the lead. With a single tug on the neckline of Taylor's spandex bra, the material frayed straight up the middle, allowing her diminutive breasts to spill free much to the delight of the thousands looking on. A nearly unresponsive, gurgling Swift let out a mortified squeal as the mindless Lumberjack boorishly palmed her fleshy tits from behind and wrenched her delicate B-cups upwards.

The grizzled Lumberjack obediently removed his hands from Swift's chest as Miley's voice sternly boomed from across the ring, instead violently wrenching Tay's head backwards by the ponytail. Taylor's topless frame wilted as her shoulder blades arched over the top rope, spreading into a crucifix position thanks to Miley's two helpers maintaining control over her wrists.

The formerly exuberant blonde was all business as she approached a restrained Swift, delicately running her fingers over the quivering, bare flesh of her pinned plaything. It would normally be near-impossible for a significantly shorter fighter like Cyrus to manipulate the gangly limbs of someone like Swift, but tonight she had extra sets of hands at her disposal. With the help of a muscled Lumberjack, Miley scooped up the backs of Taylor's legs and balanced the blonde's milky thighs on her shoulders, athletically twisting away from the ropes and violently dumping the blubbering Swift with a crude, but devastating Powerbomb. Taylor's limbs flopped spread eagle as her skull violently slung against the mat, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she sunk to the canvas completely deflated. After discarding her spread thighs from atop her shoulders, Miley lustfully traced the outline of Tay's pussy lips over her bottoms before tugging the sweat-soaked material halfway down her thighs. With a soft, throaty moan, she hunched her frame over Tay's lower half and took a sloppy, carnal bite of Swift's sex. The unconscious blonde's frame involuntarily shuttered as life was suddenly pumped back into her limbs, coming alive just as Miley slid out of the ring and a giant bear claw snagged her ankle from outside the ropes.

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Taylor submissively groaned, half awake as her limp frame was dragged beneath the ropes, caught up by a familiar face as she dripped off the edge of the ring apron. Katy Perry was first on the scene, intimidatingly clad in a matte black bikini with a colossal black dildo securely strapped around her waist. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'; a proverb that especially rang true as Nicki Minaj stepped to the forefront to help Perry fully strip the reeling blonde down to her birthday suit. The Lumberjacks would have to take a back seat to the Jills for now...

"Would she even feel this thing in that used-up clam?" Katy snickered to her raven-haired right-hand woman before rolling her one hundred twenty pound sack of marbles back into the ring. Swift's nude frame unraveled as she twisted to a stop with Perry and Minaj on her heels, finally beginning to put two-and-two together as she came back to reality and fully grasped the situation she was now in. Taylor clumsily scurried to her knees with a yip as she caught Katy approaching out of the corner of her eye, only to stumble right into Nicki who was sliding in from the opposite side of the ring, cornering their little blonde mouse.

Katy continued to take the lead by ripping the sputtering Swift up to her feet, propping the blubbering blonde up on two noodly stems while maintaining a controlling grip on her golden locks. Just as Perry opened her mouth for another catty remark, a defiant Swift whipped her noggin square into Katy's lips, stunning the (temporarily) brunette with an out of character headbutt. Perry's head slung straight backwards, her eyes fluttering as she clutched her mouth, a steady drip of blood staining her fingers. Nicki instantly came to the aid of her compatriot, dipping to a knee behind the blonde and flinging her forearm between Tay's parting legs. Swift exploded with a wounded squeal as Nicki's low blow clapped against her sleek cunt, cupping her crotch and melting to the ground.

With little more than an incensed snarl, Perry bent down to retrieve the writhing Swift, spreading her quivering thighs and propping each on an opposite shoulder. With the help of Nicki, Perry hoisted the hunched frame of the towering Swift into Powerbomb position. Taylor began to desperately pump her legs against Perry's shoulder blades, wriggling for a moment before she realized the repurcussions should she fall from this height.

"Let's see if you feel this..." Perry mumbled under her breath, thrusting her tongue voraciously between Taylor's split legs. The blonde's frame suddenly stiffened, her taut belly drawing breathless as she gasped in shock. With a humiliated whimper, Swift draped her upper body over Katy's buried head in an attempt to hide her pleasure, blubbering as she helplessly clutched the brunette. Despite her best efforts, the spasming blonde couldn't hide the crinkle in her toes, the rhythmic panting, or the twitching of her toned thighs as Katy expertly worked her tongue between Taylor's bare slit. Taylor's cries slowly grew more carnal, more hysterical as Katy's hands wrapped around the tops of Taylor's thighs and joined her tongue between the blonde's legs. Finally the blonde erupted, mewling as she melted at the tip of Katy's tongue, her lithe frame rippling with pleasure. With a smug smirk, Katy finally signaled her partner.

Without warning, Nicki lurched forward and rang Swift's bell, tugging her dangling ponytail as the two dumped the blonde in unison with an Assisted Powerbomb. The canvas exploded as Swift's scrunched, spasming frame detonated against it, her limbs flinging spread eagle as she jounced off the mat. The blonde's slender frame was still violently convulsing as her sky blue eyes rolled into the back of her skull, gurgling as Katy lifted up from between her legs. Satisfied with the work she'd done, Katy undid the strap-on from around her waist and ruthlessly jammed it inside the twitching Swift, leaving the bulging dildo protruding from between Tay's legs as she slipped out of the ring".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Taylor Swift vs. Miley Cyrus (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"Both Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus were determined to pick up a victory. One woman would break their losing streak tonight and as they looked at the muscular studs surrounding the ring, their massive erections throbbing in anticipation, a deranged lustful gleam in their eyes, both women knew that a loss would be detrimental to their slim bodies. Miley and Taylor's bad girl persona were in full effect. Miley clothed in a promiscuous Michael Jordan inspired cut off tank top and booty shorts and Taylor adorned in skimpy black lingerie. 

Taylor couldn't help but scoff at Miley, "A whore like you will love to lose tonight wouldn't you? Why don't you just save yourself the trouble, lay down now and toss yourself over the rope?" Miley sneers at the tall blonde and brutally crams her knee between Swift's thighs, dropping her to the mat. "You shouldn't talk so much. I'd hate for you to wear yourself out. That slutty mouth of yours is in for a workout!"

What follows is a one-sided beat down as Miley obliterated her opponent with lightning fast kicks and punches. Miley latches onto Swift's lingerie, ripping it off of her lanky frame, revealing the Pop Star's nude body, causing the men at ringside to drool in anticipation. Taylor squeals in despair, attempting to shield herself from the sex-depraved hulking males.

Taylor sees an opening and, her instincts kicking in, fires an uppercut to Miley's tits. Cyrus sinks to her knees, clutching her bosom. "Not so tough now, are you, slut? It's time to go to sleep, bitch!" Taylor smirks. Swift runs toward the ropes with the intent to gain some momentum before cracking her knee across Miley's jaw, which will surely knock her out. But as Taylor's bare back gits the ropes, a pair of muscular hands grip her ankles. The muscular man yanks Taylor backwards. Swift yelps as her face gits the canvas and her lower body is pulled back until it's hanging across the ring apron. The man pulls Taylor's long legs apart and without warning, shoves his giant cock inside her vulnerable pussy. 

Swift's blue eyes buldge out, her fingers clawing the canvas as the man drills his veiny white cock inside her. The man grips her hips, bucking wildly. Miley grins and stands up, slowly sauntering toward her screaming, pleading prey. Miley grabs Taylor's wrists, pulling her away from the man. Taylor shivers and thanks Miley. But the cunning Cyrus grabs Taylor's hair, whips her around and shoves her head through the ropes. The man grins as he forces his juice coated fuck inside Taylor's mouth, forcing her to suck. Taylor reaches as her throat is filled with hot spunk. 

Cyrus drags the blubbering blonde to the center of the ring, laying Taylor on her back. Miley slowly slides her shorts down, revealing her smooth pussy and tight ass. She slowly lowers her ass over Taylor's features. With a wink and a seductive wiggle of her hips, Miley begins to twerk on Taylor's face, sticking her tongue out as she grinds her ass against her sobbing opponent. Within seconds, Taylor is unconscious. Miley poses provocatively over Taylor before picking her up and unceremoniously dumping her body over the ropes, into the waiting arms of several men, her pale body disappearing in a mass of flesh. 

When Taylor wakes up, she in on her hands and knees, with 9 inches of dick penetrating her ass as another 9 inches of disgusting sweaty meat invading her mouth. Both men pull out, climaxing in unison, showering her body.  After a few other men have their fun a voice rings through the building, "Alright boys, you've had your fun." The sea of men back away as Kate Upton briskly steps forward, her long, filthy strapon pointing straight at Taylor's defiled body. 

Kate grabs Taylor's hair, forcing the singer to stare up at her, "Noe this is what's going to happen. I don't feel like using any of my energy to fuck you, and you really don't deserve me, but I intend to break every loser on this roster. So I'm going to lay down and you're gonna ride my strapon until I say stop. If you disobey me, I will make sure that you get fucked in the ass by every man here, okay?"

Taylor sobs and shakes her head in agreement. As Kate lays down, Taylor lowers herself down, her trembling hands gripping the base of the dildo. The tall blonde whimpers as she slowly and coercively impaled herself on Upton's long, thick shaft. Tears stream down her face as she begins riding Kate. A couple men line up to receive handjobs and blowjobs as Taylor rides the dildo like a pro. Soon, Taylor can't hold back anymore. Her toned thighs tremble as she erupts in an explosive orgasm. 

Taylor falls backwards, Kate's glistening shaft sliding out. Taylor gasps as Kate mounts her and shoves the dildo inside her mouth, forcing Swift to suck her juices off of the dildo. Taylor passes out yet again from lack of air. Kate steps over her lanky frame, allowing several more men to circle around Taylor. The men begin jerking off and soon Taylor's soft, supple frame is doused in cum".

- Submission by jdo90

Stana Katic vs. Miley Cyrus

"A battered Katic woozily wobbled back to both feet from a genuflecting knee; her wavy, shoulder-length locks disheveled and strewn across her face as Miley confidently sprung backwards opposite her. The two stood in stark nude contrast to one another; Miley proudly flaunting every inch of her lithe, milky white frame as Katic meekly shielded hers. As dominating as the spry youngster had been, she had seemed even more intent on humiliating the older vet. A clean-shaven Cyrus incessantly heckled a doe-eyed, unresponsive Katic as she cupped her exposed mound with trembling fingers, mewling as she temporarily dropped her armbra to brush blinding strands of hair from her eyes. Crimson streaks left by Miley's talons marred Stana's otherwise flawless, caramel bosom; her erect, golden brown nipples nearly ripped clean off by a merciless breast claw just seconds earlier.

"Maybe you'd get a little more action if you waxed that pathetic slit....it's not the 70's anymore, ya know?" Miley venomously hissed, proudly puffing out her bare chest as Stana continued to play deaf, ignoring the snide remark disparaging her neatly manicured bush.

The towering brunette swaddled her bare midsection as the canvas began to quake, whimpering as Cyrus continued to set the pace and give her no space to breathe; crow-hopping forward and skewering Stana square in the sternum with a heart-stopping front kick. Katic's mouth dropped agape as a brutal clap of flesh erupted, breathlessly wheezing before careening into the corner turnbuckle. A sloppy stream of drool sloshed from her lips as her once-statuesque frame wilted against the ropes, her painted eyelashes fluttering as she sputtered helplessly for oxygen, her knees clacking before giving out altogether.

Miley sprung forward fast enough to catch her felled victim, instead vaulting atop the corner turnbuckle at Stana's turned back and snagging the slumping brunette by the shoulders. Miley briefly struggled with Stana's dead weight before athletically hauling her up the ropes, balancing the wobbly ragdoll on the middle rope as she climbed to the top. Suddenly Miley slipped her forearm around the brunette's throat and ruthlessly kicked Stana's feet out from underneath her, snaring the squirming Katic in a Hangman's Noose Sleeperhold from the top rope. Katic desperately pedaled her pendulous stems in search of solid ground, but she was helplessly dangling a good twelve inches off the mat. Miley violently wrung the sputtering brunette deeper into the choke, the veins in her throat bulging as her face flushed, drool sloshing across Cyrus' forearm as she pulled her tighter. Stana throatily whimpered as she pathetically clawed at Miley's locked wrists, her bosom uncontrollably quaking as her hazel bulbs rolled into the back of her skull. After what felt like a gruesome eternity, Katic's arms dropped slack to her sides, her pert B-cups still fleshily convulsing as she gurgled into unconsciousness in Miley's grasp. With an inflated sense of contempt and arrogance, the blonde slung Stana's lifeless corpse to the canvas; her statuesque frame crumpling in a heap with her bubbly derrière pointed skyward".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Keira Knightley vs. Miley Cyrus

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

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

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

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

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Emma Watson vs. Miley Cyrus (First To Cum)

"A majority of the bets had been placed on a Cyrus victory inside the CWF arena, the wild and unpredictable star seeming like a safer choice then the much more modest and reserved Brit, at least when it came to a First to Cum match. The thinking around the betting pool had been that the boisterous and unruly singing starlet would dominate the calmer Brit where it mattered, in making her cum. Surely, Miley would have more experience and skill in a sexual battle then the much more mild mannered Watson, Cyrus’ partying days well known, including her openness to do just about anything in contrast to the little known about the more private Watson…

Boy were they surprised.

The British star had run circles around her chaotic foe, Miley’s wild opening flurry being deflected and avoided as Emma let her opponent tire herself out. Even Cyrus’ attempts to get intimate were outdone, Miley’s nimble and curious fingers either swatted away or having no effect. Miley had tried to rub Watson’s nipples, slipping her hand under Watson’s sports bra as Emma had her in a headlock, her masterful movements drawing nothing but a frustrated sigh from the British star, who’s real and actual enjoyment was hidden under a stone-faced facade.

Cyrus had been so confident, she entered the match in the nude, a stark contrast to the sports bra and tight shorts worn by her opponent.

Emma’s facade was starting to break as she threw Cyrus to the floor in frustration, her own fingers moving to work on Cyrus as she rolled the singer onto her stomach, unwilling to let the star get up to any dirty tricks as the Brit’s fingers slithered inbetween Cyrus’ thighs. Watson’s fingers made contact with Cyrus’ surprisingly moist genitalia, Miley unable to stop the Brits searching fingers from finding gold as the Brit went to work, her digits working magic on the popstar, drawing a huge gasp from the shocked singer as she felt Watson’s fingers work gently and steadily like a seasoned pro. Cyrus tried to wriggle out but Watson stopped her, reaching her hand back to grab an easy hold on Cyrus’ ponytail, stopping her with a violent tug that drew another gasp of ecstacy from the eccentric singer’s lips.

“Of course you're a pain slut” Emma groaned, annoyed and ashamedly turned on as her nipples hardened, Cyrus’ moans turning the Brit on as she worked her foe over. Emma swapped from one to two fingers, then to three as Miley’s muscles relaxed, giving Watson easy access to her soaking mound as Cyrus’ body began to shake. Tug, thrust, tug, thrust, Emma worked Miley’s hair and bush in unison, slowly upping the tempo until Miley broke, letting out a scream of happiness as her whole body shook in euphoria, her body letting go as she came all over Watson’s hand.

“Easy. Just like you are” Watson muttered as she stood up, wiping her hand on Cyrus’s back as she walked out of the ring slowly, standing a second to hear Miley croak.

“You know you liked it Em! Call me anytime!” Miley winked, laying her face back down onto the mat, defeated but happy".

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Miley Cyrus vs. Victoria Justice

"Everyone in the crowd were on the edge of their seats, watching intently as the sound of hoarse, mournful cries filled the sold-out arena. It was obvious from the start of this match that Victoria was in for a very long night. Justice always had the same strategy in every fight -- fight dirty and strip her opponent's clothes off, forcing them to become too distraught to continue with any form of offense. Cyrus rendered her opponent's game plan by showing up to the fight completely naked! And, after only a few minutes, Victoria was also nude. Unlike Miley, however, it was not due to Justice's own volition. Miley proudly flaunted every single inch of her petite, white frame, making it a point to shake her tits and ass in a lewd display whenever the opportunity arose. Justice, on the other hand, was far less comfortable showing off her good to the sex-crazed audience. Tears were flowing down her ruddy, blushing cheeks while her arms crossed over her modest breasts. Justice tightly crossed her legs, covering her freshly-shaven pussy from the crowd and Miley's lustful gaze before dropping one hand down to cover her shapely backside. Her wide eyes darted around the arena as camera strobes document her turmoil. Like a deer caught in the path of headlights, the young lady froze, her face etched with a look of permanent bewilderment.

Miley, with a throaty chuckle, pounced at her prey, slicing Justice in half by driving her knee into Victoria's gut. The dark-haired beauty doubled over, her firm ass jutting out as she breathlessly gasped for air. Cyrus, always one for theatrics, slowly pulled her foe's head between her thighs and danced her fingertips down Justice's spine until they landed onto the smooth, bubbly, sun-kissed landscape of Victoria's bare ass. Haunching over her foe's wilted frame, Miley grabs uses both hands to grab two handfuls of ass cheek, lustfully groping the exposed flesh, causing a puddle of tears to form on the canvas below Victoria's head. "Get off of meeeeee!" Justice whines, stomping her bare feet on the canvas in protest. "Sshhhssshhshhh..." Miley shushed her rival's cries, "Don't worry.... I don't bite... I just lick." Miley seductively whispered, punctuating her statement with a hard slap to Justice's left ass cheek. Before Victoria could even process what Miley said, she felt Cyrus' arms circle her waist, squeezing tight before she was flipped up in the air, her thighs resting on Miley's shoulders.

With Justice's legs spread and propped onto her shoulders, and her face within an inch of Victoria's crotch, Miley was able to lecherously flick her tongue against her foe's pussy. "Mmmmmm...." Cyrus moaned, licking her lips, "I live the taste of fear." Victoria cringed and tried to wiggle free, but Cyrus held on tight and began thrusting her tongue between Justice's plump lips. The brunette's frame instantly stiffened. Her dark brown eyes buldged out and, from her current elevation, was able to take in the view of the raucous audience cheering for her demise. As much as Victoria tried to fight against her body's natural response to stimulation, she eventually was forced to cave in. She tossed her head back, her dark hair whipping down her bare back. Her mouth was frozen agape as she breathlessly panted for air.  Her tan thighs trembled and, lost in a sea of ecstacy, grabbed the back of Miley's head, raised her hips and thrust her pelvis forward, allowing Cyrus'tongue to plummet even further into her slick folds of feminine flesh.

Victoria hunched over, her tight body, coarsing with an electric current of pure ecstasy, folded and draped forward, wrapping over Miley's face like mask. Cyrus continued deftly manipulating her prey by pumping and darting her tongue into the Californian's pulsing vagina, eating out the thunderstruck brunette with a lustful vigor while simultaneously balancing her atop her shoulders. Streaks of mascara, so meticulously applied before the match, smeared down Victoria's cheeks. Her long, dark eyelashes closed tight as a wave of euphoria began rising up and her body helplessly began to shutter. But, before Victoria could reach her peak, Miley cut the chord, dropping to her knees and detonating Justice spine-first into the canvas.

The brutal thud of flesh hitting canvas erupted as Victoria's frame went rigid, her skull slamming against the mat as Miley cruelly Powerbombed the mewling brunette. Her arms flew wide open, her tits convulsing as her uncomprehending eyes blankly stared at the rafters. With Victoria's calves still resting on Miley's shoulders, the blonde simply leaned forward, pinning Justice's feet beside her head and thrusting her pelvis into the tan beauty's soaked crotch, pinning her for a lewd 3-count. Once the referee raises Miley's arm in victory, the young blonde decides to claim her spoils of victory. She retrieves a long, thick ribbed, strapon from under the ring -- the same strapon she wore during the Lumberjack and Jill fight a few months prior, and hops back into the ring. Scooping Justice's legs up, Miley pins her new plaything in the same position as earlier, only this time she isn't pantomiming having sex, she's actually fucking the distraught brunette, pumping to the hilt, stretching her tight walls and filling her up with rubber. Justice is ruthlessly fucked into several brutal, mind-numbing orgasms. Once Miley feels like she's had her fill, she climbs off the convulsing, blubbering, sweat-soaked frame of Justice and, in one last humiliating act, stuffs the juice-soaked dildo down the mortified brunette's throat."

- Submission by jdo90

Cali Logan vs. Miley Cyrus (Sex Fight Title Match)

"Nuzzled right beside each other in the standings, this would have truly been a pick em' match had it not been for the irregular stakes of the fight. Turning this from a wrestling brawl into a sex fight; however, one would think the fetish star would have a leg-up over the pop singer. Despite the perceived odds, it was Miley Cyrus who surprisingly came out the aggressor and was ragdolling Logan in seemingly every exchange. Both fighters had been bared stark nude early, but it was Logan who wore the marks of a fighter on the brink. Cali's manicured mound of pubic hair was soaked to the skin, disheveled from Miley's violent and incessant fingering, prying and tugging. Logan's once-dark painted lashes and flushed cheeks were smeared and marked with Miley's juices, a brutal and extended face-riding session having left the brunette's head in the clouds from the oxygen deprivation.

Resorting to her last, most desperate defense mechanism, Cali's naked, dripping wet frame shivered as she pulled away from their most recent leggy entanglement. Her own timid digits shook as she tentatively cupped her pulsing pussy with both palms, curling into a protective and shielding ball on her knees to keep any prying hands from reaching her most sensitive of areas that was already throbbing as though it were going to explode.

"Come on, whore, don't you do this for a living?!" Miley barked as she let the whimpering brunette slink away, moving her devious fingers down her toned belly before diving into her own cunt, just proving to Logan how much stamina she had left. The blonde's mouth dropped agape as she began to finger herself, pumping her sex for a few rousing moments before licking her dripping fingers clean and bounding on all fours toward the balled brunette.

Cali could only do so much to hide her vulnerable holes as Miley draped herself over Cali's back from behind and slowly unwrapped the fetal fetish star. Logan helplessly squealed and whimpered as Miley spread her bubbly cheeks from behind and began to grate her shaved sex against Cali's spread asshole, gyrating her hips until the panting brunette began to open up her defenses. Finally given access by the lusting Logan, the blonde traced her digits over Cali's convulsing navel, her nails brushing against Cali's sweat-soaked pubic mound before gently parting her plump lips. The fetish star's gangly frame stiffened on command, hoarsely grunting as the blonde forcefully thrust her middle digits into Logan's slit. Cali's thighs trembled before turning to jelly, her body concaving, spasming as Miley 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 caramel nipples stiffening as Cyrus expertly worked her into a foaming lather. With a final heave of resignation, Cali's gawky frame buckled and convulsed, her slender split thighs trembling before her frame went rigid, overwhelmed by a crippling orgasm. A final, futile gasp and her limbs turned to putty, convulsing as her belly sulked to the canvas, eyes fluttering into the back of her skull as Miley mounted her twitching prey, riding out the orgasm until Cali finally fell obediently still."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Emilia Clarke vs. Miley Cyrus (Sex Fight Title Match)

"Miley Cyrus is known, both in and outside of the ring, for her lewd, hypersexualized persona. Even from her first match in the CWF, it was evident that the fiery Tennessean was going to be a Sexfight Champion. Cyrus confidently swayed to the ring, wearing nothing but a black thong and a seductive grin. Her eyes were fixed on her opponent standing in the ring. Miley couldn't wait to sink her claws into the petite brunette that was nervously pacing in the corner. As Cyrus walked around the perimeter of the ring, she stumbled upon the still unconscious body of Victoria Justice. The Jobber Queen was still sleeping on the thinly padded mats, her mouth stuffed with Knightley's sweat-soaked thong.

 What do we have here?" Cyrus giggled, squatting down over her rival's dozing, sweat-soaked face. "After I'm through with Clarke, I think I'll take that bitchy little face of yours for another ride!" Miley grins, lowering her crotch down onto the tip of Victoria's nose and swaying her hips for a few seconds before sliding into the ring to face her opponent. Cyrus gave Emilia a wink and blew her a kiss as the timekeeper rang the bell.

The match, as everyone presumed, was going Miley's way. Emilia, after all, was a relative newbie in the CWF, only competing in three matches prior to this bout and she had only been victorious once in her career. Miley, in record time, had stripped her short opponent completely naked and sat on her protesting face, scrubbing her snatch against Emilia's screaming mouth. "Oooooh, that's it, baby! Scream for Momma!" Miley groaned, grabbing a fistful of Clarke's dark brown hair and jamming the brunette's face against the drenched crotch of her thong. Miley leaned back and began teasing and manipulating the smooth pussy of her squirming prey, forcing Emilia to groan in pleasure and humiliation. Once Cyrus felt Clarke had given up hope, she hoisted the whimpering brunette onto wobbly feet and rushed her into the corner.

"Don't worry, sweetie," Miley cooed, gently wiping a few tears from Emilia's flushed face, "this will be all over soon. And after this, maybe you can fight sleeping beauty down there for the Jobber Queen title." Miley smirks, hoisting Clarke up, planting her foe's bare booty on the top turnbuckle pad and spreading her legs, giving Cyrus an unobstructed view of her target -- the pulsing, ripe pussy of Emilia Clarke. The risqué blonde salaciously thrust her head between Emilia's trembling, twitching thighs and insatiably thrust her warm, wet tongue between Clarke's equally warm, and equally wet,  plump pussy lips.

The brunette's toned abdomen suddenly stiffened, showing off her small abs. Emilia gasped, tossing her head back in ecstasy, her slack jaw hanging open in a frozen "O" as Miley athletically lifted the quivering Brit onto her shoulders and pulled away from the turnbuckle, setting Emilia up for her patented finisher. Emilia's petite, nude frame convulsed and buckled as jolts of electricity ran from her pussy, up her spine, and through her fingertips. Her light pink nipples hardened and her B-cup breasts jiggled as her lower back slumped forward, her painted toes curling as she draped herself over Miley's skull. Cyrus expertly pumped and darted her tongue into the Brit's pulsing slit, carnally eating out the paralyzed Clarke while balancing her atop her shoulders. It appeared that Clarke, like many others before her, was going to fall victim to Miley's lewd power bomb.

Just as Cyrus was about to turn around and detonate the back of Emilia's skull into the canvas, something hooked around Miley's ankles and, before she knew it, Miley's feet were ripped out from under her and she crashed onto her back with Clarke landing crotch-first on her face. The crowd was in an uproar, raining down a chorus of boos as Victoria justice released Miley's feet. The nude Queen of the Ring proudly dusted off her hands as she stood on the outskirts of the ring. While everyone was focused on Cyrus and Clarke, Victoria had finally woken from her slumber and, in an act of malice, grabbed Cyrus' ankles and turned the tables on the Sexfighting Champ.

Emilia quickly rotated her body, sitting her ass on Miley's face, and bent forward, frantically rubbing her fingers against her foe's soaked crotch. The friction of Clarke's fingers and the sensation of the silk fabric of her thong scrubbing against her clit was too much for the Sex-fighting veteran. Miley's lean legs began to shake, her tight, sun-kissed frame convulsed and a muffled, drawn-out groan escaped from underneath Emilia's derriere as Miley reached her peak, drenching her flimsy thong with her orgasmic nectar. Emilia climbed off her foe and struck a victory pose over Cyrus' body as Victoria smugly grinned from the outside."

- Submission by jdo90

Emilia Clarke vs. Miley Cyrus (Sex Fight Title Match)

"Emilia and Miley had been going at it for awhile now, neither getting a solid lead on the other in the sexfight battle, both having no rivalry coming into this but now that had changed. Emilia was on the mat on her back looking up as Miley lifted her body upward into a downward trib spreading her legs as Emilia moaned out loud, “That's right, you messed with the wrong girl this time, now stay under me where you belong!” Miley shouts out as she tribs Emilia fast now, placing her foot on the British woman’s face making her lay there in this submissive position, bodies bouncing as Emilia is getting close to an orgasm!

Miley looks down as Emilia looks defeated, arms laying on the mat as she moans out, “Nooo Miley, You can’t beat meeeee” she moans out as Miley presses down a little more as Emilia takes it trying to outlast Miley as they both are reaching the breaking point!

“Shut up bitch, you are mine!” Miley moans out as she feels her own body getting closer as she moves her hips faster looking to overwhelm Emilia but the British babe is holding on as she lays there before hearing Miley gasp as she then feels her orgasm above her! “Mmmmnoooooo!” Miley cries out as she realizes that she lost when she had the dominant position...Emilia soon following as she orgasms second making Miley furious as she falls back on the mat as both women lay there. “Can’t outlast a Queen….Bitch” Emilia moans out as she is victorious..."

- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen