Natalie Portman

Age: 36

Height: 5'3

Weight: 110 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: Jerusalem, Israel

Record: 0 - 3

Wins: N/A

Losses: Jordana Brewster (59%) defeats Natalie Portman (41%)

Katrina Bowden (58%) defeats Natalie Portman (42%)

Alexa Bliss (66%) defeats Natalie Portman (34%)

Rivals: N/A

Tag Record: 0 - 1

Wins: N/A

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

Jordana Brewster vs. Natalie Portman

"The two lithe brunette's had traded staggering haymakers all night, testing the limits their nimble frames could absorb and winning over countless fans who'd showed up for the heavyweight bouts. The diminutive Israeli let out a discordant screech as she was jolted face-first into the padded turnbuckle, her silky chestnut tresses jouncing through the air as she sulked to her haunches, clutching the top rope with both palms to clumsily remain somewhat upright.

A steady crimson streak trickled down Natalie's cheek bone as she dazedly scanned the fuzzy silhouettes surrounding her, gently clutching her bosom in shock before being ripped away from the comforts of the ropes. With a hoarse grunt, Natalie's head was wrenched backwards by a frenetic Jordana; her bare, bronzed chest glistening under the intense spotlights above as her pert B-cups were arched skyward. Portman's fingers meekly grappled with Jordana's bicep before fluttering to her sides, breathlessly grunting as the last bits of moxie and spunk she'd been clinging to slipped through her fingertips.

Looking to make a breathtaking statement in her first ever fight, Jordana elastically craned one of her limber gams into a standing split; athletically pirouetting before hammering Natalie square in the sternum with a devastating Sunset Split. Natalie's eyes asthmatically bulged as she was pinned to the canvas by Jordana's toned thigh, her arms helplessly stapled to her sides as she wheezed for oxygen. Without a second of hesitation Jordana transitioned to an elegant, effortless 3-count pin, sensually dipping into a full split as Natalie wearily squirmed beneath her".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Katrina Bowden vs. Natalie Portman

"To say Katrina had a less than smooth first match would be an understatement. The bootylicious blonde had an ego, and that overinflated sense of self-worth proved to be her downfall. Katrina not only lost the match, she lost her dignity and her clothing in the process. She was humiliated, smothered out by her opponent's giant, sweaty breasts. After she finally awoke from her slumber and surveyed her sun-scorched nude body, Katrina vowed to never let that happen to her again.

With a renewed sense of urgency, Katrina concocted a devious, full-proof plan to ensure victory. Did Bowden train in a variety of Mixed Martial Arts? No. Did she begin strenuous endurance training? Not a chance. Did she reach out to another fighter that had a track record of humiliating losses and create an alliance? Most definitely.

Bowden knew that a fighter's potential for victory relies on either skill, cunning, determination or, if all else fails, outside interference. Now, as Katrina faced off against the seasoned veteran, Natalie Portman, she wasn't alone. Accompanying the leggy Bowden was the even leggier Stacy Keibler. With the help of the former WWE diva, Katrina had a major leg up on her competition, pun certainly intended.

Any time Portman traveled too close to Stacy's side of the ring, the dastardly diva would grab Portman's ankles and trip her up. In addition to illegal blows from the outside, Stacy created distractions near the ropes, allowing Bowden to escape match-losing pin falls. The distractions also allowed Katrina to blindside Natalie with baseball bat she had stowed under the ring. Bowden drove the top of the bat into Portman's belly, forcing all the breath out of the shorter woman's frame. Natalie dropped to her knees and was easy pickings for the beautiful blonde.

Stacy, seeing that Katrina had successfully struck Natalie and disposed the bat on the outskirts of the ring, dismounted from the apron. When the referee turned back to the action he saw Katrina beaming with joy. The back of Natalie's skull was resting on Katrina's toned calves as the conniving blonde knelt over her, facing Portman's splayed feet. With a wink, Kat lowered her voluptuous, tanned, bikini-clad ass onto Natalie's face. All Natalie could do was patter her hands on Bowden's bronzed thighs. The baseball bat had already robbed Natalie of oxygen and now, with her nose and mouth molded into the hot pink fabric of Katrina's bikini bottoms, the short brunette only lasted a few more seconds before she passed out.

Stacy entered the ring once the bell rang and helped Katrina celebrate her victory. The tall blondes arrogantly posed over the unconscious brunette. Stacy stood in front of Bowdrn in a pitcher stance. She wound her arm up and threw an imaginary ball at Katrina. Bowden pantomimed swinging a bat and, after the swing, both Stacy and Kat shaded their eyes and looked at the imaginary ball fly out of the stands. "It's a Homerun!" the blondes giggle in unison as the infuriated crowd boos. The leggy duo bend at the waist, their firm asses jutting out, and point down at Natalie's dozing face, laughed maniacally before sexually sauntering out of the ring".

- Submission by jdo90

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Submission by jdo90

Natalie Portman vs. Alexa Bliss (Skin-to-Win Match)

"No matter how much you plan and prepare, things can still go wrong. Natalie had these words echoing through her head as the night had spiraled into a disaster from the moment the bell rang. Alexa had outworked, outmaneuvered and outsped her throughout the night, rattling her with sharp elbows, stiff kicks, and back-rattling slams that left the Harvard alum writhing in pain. Natalie was still in this match, but things would only get worse.

After clobbering the Academy Award winner with a head-shaking forearm to the face, Alexa finally slid Portman’s tight black spandex shorts right down and off her smooth legs. In complete control, Bliss began showboating to the crowd in her signature pose, holding her captured prize above her shoulder while salaciously licking her lips to the delight of the crowd and cameras. All just long enough for Natalie to sneak up behind her and pull down Bliss’ teeny tiny camo shorts, sending the blonde face first to the mat as Portman wiggled the shorts fully off of her. "Five Feet of a Flabby Ass is what they should call you," Portman quipped, her face red, but her expression renewed with a glimmer of hope. Bliss angrily threw Portman’s bottoms into the crowd, letting the audience fight for them as she turned around to face her foe. The Goddess of WWE’s face twisted in a bright red fury as the two stood across the ring from each other bottomless.

There was no comeback quip as Bliss rushed headfirst at her foe, pushing Natalie into the ropes as the two simultaneously latched onto each other's hairs, the frenzied movement leaving them in a back and forth struggle as they traded places against the ropes, the rough red rubber pushing firmly against each woman’s jiggling cheeks. The chaos ended as Natalie made her play, shifting all of her weight to throw herself fully into Bliss and push her bare ass first into the corner. Shoving her forearm into Bliss’ neck, Natalie put her in place, her mind racing as she tried to think of what move to make next … .. "AUGH!" Portman howled, dropping to the floor in agony as she covered her bare, aching crotch.

"Don’t fuck with me. Maybe next time you won’t get knee'd." Bliss huffed, ripping off Portman’s black sports bra as uncomfortably as she could before rubbing it against her bare ass, throwing it back square onto Natalie’s face remorselessly. Alexa climbed the turnbuckles, taking a leap at her downed, blinded foe beneath her before she leapt back in a spiral, landing flush with a picture-perfect Twisted Bliss to her nude foe. Not bothering to hook Portman’s leg, Alexa laid back on the aching Hollywood star like she was her own personal pillow, listening with a blasé smile as the ref repeated the words she’d heard so many times before: 1, 2, 3!

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Natalie Portman vs. Alexa Bliss (Skin-to-Win Match)

"If Alexa's pre-fight promo wasn't enough proof that she didn't want to compete in a match with such a humiliating, degrading, vulgar stipulation, it was certainly apparent on her face. Miss Bliss scowled during the entirety of her opponent's entrance to the ring, glaring at both her opponent and the rowdy, roaring audience. In honor of Halloween, Alexa Bliss was garbed in a Freddy Krueger inspired outfit, complete with a ripped, red striped sweater and with sharp metal nails jutting from the fingertips of her gloves. Bliss impatiently stalked across the ring as Natalie timidly stepped over the ropes. Natalie was also festively dressed, wearing the black dress she wore during her starring role in 'Black Swan'. She even wore the same dark eye-makeup, hoping it would intimidate her shorter, younger opponent. Spoiler alert: it had no effect whatsoever.

The moment Portman stepped foot inside the ring Alexa was on the attack, swarming Natalie with a barrage of swiping elbows to the face and snapping kicks to the shins. As opposed to attempting to regain order, the referee simply rang the bell and watched the fireworks. Alexa put her sharp Krueger claws to good use, utilizing them to swipe at Natalie's frilly dress, ripping giant gaping holes into the fabric. Natalie, utterly terrified, tried crawling away on her hands and knees. Tattered strips of cloth from her elegant black dress hung down her wilted, lanky frame, revealing glimpses of the Movie Star's black lace lingerie.. Portman was overwhelmed by the unrelenting flurry of offense by the spunky "5 feet of Fury" and fell straight into Alexa's trap. As soon as Natalie reached the bottom rope, Bliss ran behind her and shoved her knee into the back of Portman's neck, forcing her foe's throat against the bottom rope, cruelly choking her.

The sound of boos from the disgruntled crowd fills the packed arena. After several seconds of her captured screaming for mercy, Alexa finally relents. Natalie sucks in a lungful of air and flops back on the mat like a fish out of water. Alexa, showing no remorse, stomps her boots down on Natalie's hair, grabs her wrists, and pulls the older woman up, yanking Portman's hair. Natalie sobs from the agonizing, underhanded attack, her tears streaking her jet black eye makeup down her crimson cheeks. Bliss doesn't stop pulling her arms and yanking her hair until Portman is incoherently sobbing. Only then does the cruel blonde release her foe's wrists and instead grabs onto the tattered fabric of Natalie's dress, shredding it completely off.

"Oh, shut up!!" Alexa screams down at Natalie, "You're pathetic! I'm the Goddess! I run this division! I RUN THIS FEDERATION!!" Alexa shrieks, bending down and landing a hard bitch slap to Portman's face. Bliss reaches down, grabs Portman's bra between the cups and, with one yank, rips it off, revealing her small, pale breasts. Natalie is hysterical, bawling her eyes out. The audience is usually bloodthirsty and uncaring, but even they couldn't help but feel sympathy for the blubbering woman. Bliss stomps to the corner, leaps to the top of the turnbuckle and flips through the air, landing ontop of Natalie, connecting with her signature move 'Twisted Bliss'. The collision knocks Portman completely out, allowing Alexa to effortlessly yank off her panties, revealing her foe's neatly-trimmed crotch.

With a disgusted scoff at her dozing opponent, Bliss hooks Natalie's leg, pulling the limb back, causing the overhead spotlights to shine down on her sweat-soaked labia. The 3 count by the referee is only a formality. This wasn't a fight, this was a message from Bliss, from The Goddess. After the referee raises Alexa's hand, the diabolical blonde rips Natalie up by a handful of hair, tucks the lifeless loser's head under her arm and falls back. The crown of Portman's skull collides on the canvas with a sickening thud. Alexa stands up, spits on Portman's back and exits the ring, fully clothed and unscathed."

- Submission by jdo90