Natalie Dormer

Age: 26

Height: 5'6

Weight: 120 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: Reading, United Kingdom

Record: 1 - 2

Wins: Natalie Dormer (58%) defeats Emilia Clarke (42%)

Losses: Michelle Trachtenberg (51%) defeats Natalie Dormer (49%)

Alison Brie (52%) defeats Natalie Dormer (48%)

Rivals: Emilia Clarke (1 - 0)

Natalie Dormer (58%) defeats Emilia Clarke (42%)

Alison Brie vs. Natalie Dormer

"Each fighter had more than one reason to win. For Alison, it was to break above the .500 mark, continue her winning streak and prove that she was not someone to be overlooked despite her small stature. For Natalie, she was 0-1 and had just barely lost her first fight. This was her chance to redeem herself and to prove that her slender frame is truly dominant over Brie's prominent busty and petite looks. The Slender Seductress Vs The Busty Brunette.

Brie had used everything she had against the Game of Thrones actresses, using every bit of experience she herself had learned on G.L.O.W. to try to take down and slow her lithe and agile foe. After some dangerous roll-ups and reversals, alongside a near wardrobe malfunction caused by the Brit's devious hands, Brie finally had her opponent where she wanted her. Dormer was trapped, her back against the corner, messy blond hair strewn across her face leaving only eye visible. Maybe it was a blessing only one eye could see as Brie rushed from the opposite corner, jumping up and splashing her buxom chest straight into Dormer's face! Brie pushed the falling Brit back into the corner as she rushed her again, and again, and again until Natalie could no longer stand, slumping down the corner against the bottom turnbuckle, her face covered in her own sweat and with Alison's revealing look, Brie's own chest sweat.

"Time to finish this" Brie exhaled, a twinge of doubt still inflected in her otherwise confident tone as she lifted her groggy opponent up to her wobbly feet. Brie tucked her opponents head between her thighs, grabbing her opponents waist as Natalie did the same to Brie. Just as Brie was lifting the Brit up for a sit-out pile-driver, Natalie caught her opponents bottoms with her nails, pulling them down as she was spiked into the mat. Brie barely noticed the top of her bare bum showing to the world as she rolled her opponent over, pinning her for the quick "1, 2, 3!" It was only as she was standing, her perky bum still partially on show for the entire watching world, that Brie noticed her opponents handy work. "Shit!" Brie screamed, pulling up her tights as she rushed out of the ring, glaring daggers at Dormer as she scampered up the ramp simply muttering, "This is why I should only wear a singlet!"

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Emilia Clarke vs. Natalie Dormer (Oil Wrestling Match)

"It took little more than a handful of body-to-body exchanges for even an unseasoned pair of eyes to pick out the fighter making her debut; as the typically-gleaming brunette, Emilia Clarke, had her pearly smile turned upside down by a dominant Dormer just minutes in. Exacting a form of pent-up revenge on her former co-star, Natalie Dormer had turned the wailing, indecisive brunette into her playtoy, gleefully peeling a pleading Clarke out of her lacy top and bottoms with relative ease. Having had her brains scrambled by the humiliating stakes of their match, a now completely naked Clarke spent the next few hapless moments of her consciousness attempting to slide around the oil-soaked ring and collect her strewn bits of clothing; attempting in vain to piece her outfit back together and re-robe. Snatching the ankle of her pitiful opponent, Natalie Dormer pulled the flailing brunette into her lap and snuck a forearm around her throat, tucking it beneath her chin and wrenching a gurgling Clarke into a rear naked (quite literally) choke. The spent brunette twisted and flailed with all her might, but the oil-soaked writhing only sunk her deeper into Dormer's venus flytrap. Her throaty mewling had slowed to a dull gurgle by the time Natalie added a brutally humiliating legspread to her lewd display, pulling Emilia's slender stems into the splits and parting her plump kitty lips for the invasive cameras. A stream of drool sloshed from her bottom lip as her mouth fell agape, dribbling between her convulsing tits and trickling down her flexing belly, just reaching her oil-soaked mound of pubic hair when her bulbs mercifully rolled into the back of her skull, limbs falling slack as Natalie secured the knockout".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins