Olivia Munn

Age: 37

Height: 5'4

Weight: 115 lbs

Bust: 34B

Hometown: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

Record: 5 - 5

Wins: Olivia Munn (55%) defeats Nicola Peltz (45%)

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

Olivia Munn (62%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (38%)

Olivia Munn (68%) defeats Leanna Decker (32%)

Olivia Munn (54%) defeats Christie Stevens (46%)

Losses: Jessica Alba (52%) defeats Olivia Munn (48%)

Yvonne Strahovski (54%) defeats Olivia Munn (46%)

Scarlett Johansson (50%) defeats Olivia Munn (50%) via RNG

Hilary Duff (50%) defeats Olivia Munn (50%) via RNG

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley (42%) *UPSETS* Olivia Munn (58%) via RNG

Rivals: Sara Jean Underwood (1 - 0)

Olivia Munn (62%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (38%)

Tag Record: 1 - 1

Wins: Munn/Underwood (57%) defeats Katic/Quinn (43%)

Losses: Lohan/McAdams (55%) defeats Munn/Underwood (45%)

Jessica Alba vs. Olivia Munn

"Munn had put Alba through a beating, constantly battering and putting constant pressure on the slightly younger actress. The raven haired beauty continued her assault, peppering the Dark Angel star with a series of stagger inducing fists and elbows that left Alba foggy eyed and sore in the corner of the ring.

With a sore skull from an earlier inflicted DDT, Munn left her opponent against the turnbuckle, backing all the way across the ring to the opposing turnbuckle. Olivia took a moment to catch her breath, gassed but ready to put an end to her opponent and mark a huge 1-0 on her record against one of the most prolific celebrities on the planet. With nothing more than a fist pump to the adoring crowd, Munn took off running, ready to sandwich Alba against the turnbuckle with a huge running splash.

Watching her impending doom sprint towards her, Jessica took one deep breath, her body pulsing in pain before diving to the side as Munn jumped forward. With an ugly OOMPH, Munn's chest brutally hit the top of the turnbuckle, her legs giving her only two steps back before giving out on her. Olivia gasped as she tried to choke in air, the wind cleanly knocked out of her lungs as she watches Alba stumble to her feet. Jessica gave one solemn look at Munn before hopping into the air, her chest colliding against Munn's bright red torso and further knocking any returning wind out of her sails. Hooking her opponents leg, Jessica heard the satisfying sound of "1-2-3" clap against the mat as the crowd cheered.

"Lucky", Jessica heard choked out from below, Munn's face a mess of coughing and weezing . "Call it what you want", Alba grunted as she began to stand, stopping for only a moment before delivering a hard chop to Munn's chest, sending the downed actress writhing in pain as Jessica raised her hand in victory."

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Olivia Munn vs. Nicola Peltz

"Each woman came in with a close debut loss and the thought of going 0-2 to start off their CWL careers pushed each of them to fight harder then anyone in the crowd expected they could. Peltz had an unabashed arrogance that would make Paris Hilton blush, her strikes callous and cruel as she took every shortcut she could find throughout the fight. Her sultry raven-haired opponent on the other hand had tried to keep up against her younge opponents dirty tricks, but eventually found herself with a foot against her throat, struggling for air against the turnbuckle as Peltz pushed her sole against her windpipe. 

The thought of passing out raced through Munn's mind like a nightmare as her face slowly turned red, the sight of Nicola boasting to the adoring crowd sparking a fire of rage in the struggling actress's chest as she latched her claws around Nicola's ankle. With a scream of shock, Nicola found her leg being torn into by Munn, her hands locked around Nicola's retracting ankle like a vice grip as Nicola tried to hop away. With a heavy shove forward Nicola twisted and fell face first, Munn keeping her hold on her ankle as she pulled her leg back into an ankle lock! It was only seconds until Nicola pleaded her submission, her hand slapping the canvas in a frenzy as Munn kept the hold locked in for a few extra seconds before releasing, leaving her opponent clutching her ankle in the ring and with a win under her belt."

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Yvonne Strahovski vs. Olivia Munn

"What seemed like even match up on paper turned out to be just that. Yvonne and Olivia spent the majority of the match evenly trading blows; the blonde Aussie mainly employing ranged using her longer arms and legs to strike at the heavier Munn and keep her at a distance. Olivia did the opposite, mostly focusing on defense and counters, blocking most of Yvonne's strikes and using her body weight to crush her opponent to the canvas when she managed to grab onto one of the blonde's attacking limbs.

After several minutes of this back and forth, both women were dripping with glistening sweat, but it was Olivia that was first beginning to show the signs of fatigue. Strahovski noticed this and decided now was the time to strike. She dipped her left shoulder forcing Olivia to raise her right fist and protect her right side. Only for the left side of her head to get absolutely ROCKED by Yvonne's right foot smashing into her cheek.

Munn immediately collapsed bonelessy down onto the canvas, groaning and gurgling as she fought off the darkness of unconsciousness. Breathing heavily after the beating her body had ensued, Yvonne watched intently from above as Munn struggled mightily to turn herself over onto her belly. That was when the blonde finally saw an opportunity to finally put an end to Olivia Munn.

Yvonne shuffled toward her downed rival and exhaustedly plopped her ass down onto the small of Munn's back, further adding to her discomfort. Leaning forward, the Aussie grabbed a handful of Olivia's black hair and forcefully yanked back, smiling at the squeal it forced from the brunette's throat. With Munn's upper body wrenched above the canvas, Yvonne wrapped her long left leg around the brunette's throat and locked her ankle behind her own right knee. Cinching in the choke, Olivia struggled and clawed at the blonde's vice-like legs, but only lasted a mere 45 seconds before slumping down onto the canvas in defeat."

- Submission by Goro

Olivia Munn vs. Scarlett Johansson

""There must be a winner" the voice over the PA system blared, as each women had been counted out on the outside. Munn was laying stunned against the side of the barricade while Scarlett lied with her head down against the steel steps, a small trickle of blood shown clearly against each of their heads and left marked on the top of the steel stairs.

After a grueling battle between the two between the ropes, the fight had spilled to the outside where each women had taken turns slamming the others head viciously into the unforgiving steel. Just when it had seemed like Munn had the upper hand, slamming Scarletts iconic red locks against the metal three consecutive times, the Black Widow rose and with every last bit of her strength, irish whipped the G4 Geek Goddess straight into the ringside barricade.

With each woman stunned, the ref was unsure what to do, so he did the only thing he could think of. He helped each women up, and ushered them groggily back into the ring. Munn and Johannson crawled under the bottom ropes, each heading for opposing turnbuckles, stars in both their eyes as the ref beckoned them each up.

"There must be a winner!" The voice blared again, as each woman slowly got to her feet, stumbling towards the center of the ring in unison. Munn swung first, throwing an ugly elbow that Johansson managed to duck more out of luck as she collapsed to one knee in exhaustion. Johannsson saw her oppurtunity and landed a stiff punch to Munn's toned tummy, dropping the exhausted G4 girl to both knees as Scarlett lifted herself back up. "Fin" Is all Scarlett said as she wrapped Olivia's head in a DDT, planting her face first into the mat with a stiff THUD.

"1, 2, 3" The ref counted, Johannson's pin just an arm draped over her opponent as the ref helps her get back to her feet, the crowd standing in applause at the absolute war they got to witness, and the only fighter left standing".

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Olivia Munn vs. Leanna Decker (First To Cum)

"The Glorious Glamour Model Vs The Geek Goddess, the match that every man and nearly every woman was dying to see. Decker was wearing a hardly there striped bikini, her strategy in the first of it’s kind CWF match simply to force her opponent to succumb to her body and looks, her raw sex appeal ready to do the heavy lifting with Leanna doing the rest. Munn had a different plan but also came dressed scantily clad, a pitch black bikini from her Maxim shoot making a return as she was ready and determined to beat her undefeated opponent.

“Bitch, fine! You want a sexfight, I’ll give you a sexfight!” Decker roared at her opponent, each of their bikinis long gone as the fight had transitioned from a hair pulling, claw scratching, face slapping affair to a battle of will. Each girl was still standing with their fingers inside their opponents box, fingers quickly escalating from a slow rhythm to a fast thrust as each girl tried to outdo the other, Munn grabbing Decker’s large breast with her free hand, massaging Leanna’s taut nipples as the glamour model’s free hand rubbed Olivia’s clit. The fans were witnessing a different type of fight then usual, but they didn’t care, cheering loudly as each girl began letting out primal moans of ecstacy.

“MMMMmmmmm…. My turn!” Munn whispered, her moan turning into a threat as her massaging hand pushed back hard on Decker’s sternum, her foot sliding between Leanna’s legs as she pushed the glamour model to the mat. Munn quickly pushed Leanna’s reaching hands aside as she mounted her opponents fit tummy, turning to face Leanna’s snatch as she spread her legs out, trapping Leanna’s arms beneath her legs as Munn expertly went to work on Leanna’s pussy. Rubbing, licking and finally tongue fucking her opponent, Decker began to shake, trying to lift her head to return the favor to the Geek Goddess, but everytime Munn felt Leanna’s entrancing tongue, she arched her lower back up, lifting her slit just out of the glamour models reach. Camera’s which weren’t even permitted into the arena, snapped in mass, everyone wanting a sight of the nude, tan skinned beauty sexually dominating the sensual glamour model with one hand and her mouth. Munn hit every button, finding Decker’s hotspots and pushing Leanna to her breaking point as the model tried to hold it back, her body shaking, biting her lip as she tried to rebel against the sensation in her body, but the sight of the nude, slightly sweaty Geek Goddess above her was too tantalizing sight, the sensation overwhelming as Leanna finally came, her climax immense as Decker let out a shriek of unfiltered ecstacy, her juices landing all over Munn’s engulfed face.

Olivia stood up, stark nude, her body sweaty and her face covered in her opponents juicies. But she stood victorious, a huge smile on her face as the fans cheered and cat-called, photos snapping as Olivia stood above her defeated, still slightly shaking foe. She felt a little dirty, but it really didn’t matter because she was one step closer to the title".

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Hilary Duff vs. Olivia Munn

"Hilary Duff knew all too well the sobering feeling of being thrown up a weight class, but unlike many who expected her to wipe the floor with Olivia Munn, she knew better than to overlook the always-game brunette. The Houston native had hung with her previous opponent, Katy Perry, with relative ease despite their differing measurements until an unfortunate misstep cost her the match. Early in this fight, it was Munn who was doing the same exact thing to the stunned blonde. The buxom brunette clearly viewed this fight as a shiny little diamond pendant to pin to the top of her resume should she win, with eyes on the Strawweight Championship belt down the line. Unfortunately for Olivia, it was beginning to appear as though she had bitten off more than she could chew.

The stout, athletic Duff furiously huffed and puffed as she elegantly tossed her freed golden locks from her face, draping over her shoulder as she exhaustedly pressed from a knee back to her unsteady feet. A gruff, frustrated grunt slipped her lips as she meticulously inspected her displaced bra, fidgeting with the snapped left shoulder strap and torn cup that refused to keep her left tit concealed. Forced to continue with a comical wardrobe malfunction, the blonde tailspun into a fit of rage; kicking and tearing at the downed, dishevelled Munn before she could match the blonde's rise back to her feet.

Olivia helplessly twisted, squirmed and mewled as she ate repeated soccer kicks in the gut, stomps to her bosom and spine, then a final, crippling punt to her chops. An explosion of sweat and drool misted the canvas as Munn's naked frame stiffened, sent flying across the ring and rolling into the ropes little more than a semi-conscious heap of flesh and limbs. The brunette clumsily slid to a sickening stop on her belly, sloshing to an unceremonious end almost completely out cold, her curvy frame lifelessly twitching with convulsions as she gurgled vacantly, dribbling slobber on the mat. A resounding victory was waiting at her fingertips, but instead the blonde lusted for more punishment.

A gentle nudge to Munn's shoulder and her body teetered to her backside, tits up and twitching as Duff inspected Olivia's naked frame deciding what to dissect next. The blonde slid her heel over Olivia's fleshy B-cups, flattening the bronzed orbs to her sternum, rolling her toes over Munn's stiffening nipples. Then, she callously traipsed down her abdomen, brushing over her navel before planting a victorious foot on the brunette's naked bush, massaging her upturned mound, parting her lips with her ruby-painted toes.

"No... I'm going to leave you permanently broken..." the blonde mercilessly scoffed.

In the blink of an eye Hilary twisted Munn's corpse back to her belly, her freed tits mushrooming out from beneath her slender, gently jiggling frame. Suddenly a hoarse squeal was coerced from the vacant brunette's lips, snapping back to life as Hilary planted her feet on the backs of Olivia's toned thighs, devilishly digging into her hammies. A playful slap to Munn's ribs and her arms rose in compliance, allowing Hilary to grip the blubbering actress' wrists and fall back into a paralyzing Surfboard. Olivia's bulbs stretched wide as her beartrapped frame was bent and contorted in a vicious stretch, tossing her head back and pinching her bulbs shut in breathless agony as Hilary's compact frame tore Munn to shreds. The brunette throatily wailed as her fleshy tits jiggled with each wrenching of her limbs, her slender thighs forced into the splits, wiggling and trembling as though the muscles were simply going to give out and snap. The crowd reached a fever pitch as half the assemblage roared for their favorite fighter to submit and spare herself from further torture; the other half demanding invasive exploration by the ringside cameras of the folds of flesh being torn to bits by Hilary's demended stretch. A final hoarse whimper and the brunette was allowed to spill free, flopping face down in a puddle of her own tears as the echoes of her submission rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Lindsay Lohan/Rachel McAdams vs. Olivia Munn/Sara Jean Underwood

"The only comparable metaphor for this strange tagteam match would be if the JV and varsity football teams decided to share the field for some reason. The frenzied action switched from composed, expertly applied holds and throws when Lohan and Munn were paired; to sloppy, wild swings of momentum when Underwood and McAdams were engaged. Eventually, the weakest link, Underwood, would cost her partner dearly.

The fan-favorite Attack of the Show! cohosts had bitten off more than they could chew on this night, and it was starting to show. As Munn exhaustedly straggled behind her dazed partner from outside the ropes, wincing and shielded her stripped naked frame, Sara was not so fortunate inside the ring. The blonde was visibly damaged, wandering and staggering aimlessly across the ring after a paralyzing head smash into the turnbuckle shocked her senses. Heavy-heeled and vacant-minded, Sara drifted right into Rachel McAdams' waiting arms, scooping up the stark nude blonde and ripping her temple-first into the canvas with a jaw-dropping head slam. A fleshy crunch erupted as Sara was flattened face-down, her bubbly, upturned ass jiggling with the rhythmic shake of the canvas and a few lifeless convulsions. Planting a hand on Underwood's shoulder, McAdams rolled the twitching blonde to her backside, tits-up in the center of the ring, her delicious C-cups rattling and pitching with unconscious spasms as Rachel took a long, hard look at her fallen foe.

Almost on reflex, Olivia ducked under the ropes and darted into the ring to save her partner from the inevitable pin, only to be intercepted by a lurking Lindsay Lohan from behind.

"No, no, little girl! We're not done, don't worry!" Lohan cooed as she domineeringly buckled the exhausted Munn, heeling her disobedient puppy and driving the slumping Olivia to her knees.

As Lindsay dragged her collared dog toward the center of the ring, Rachel moved to straddle the unconscious blonde's shoulders from above. With a wry smile, McAdams leaned down and hooked Sara's ankles, lifting her twitching stems off the mat before pausing in a humiliating, exposing "V", making sure her thighs were stretched into the splits for the world to see every revealing fold of flesh between her legs. Tucking Olivia's skull beneath her armpit, Lindsay dog-walked the brunette toward the entangled pair of McAdams and Underwood, positioning the squirming Munn to where she was getting a first-hand view of Sara's sleek, spread, sweat-soaked sex from above.

"I can't believe you would do this to your own partner, Liv! How rude!" Lohan hissed, pausing in DDT position before spiking Olivia's face square between Sara's spread legs. A brutal clash of flesh erupted from the colision as the DDT caused Munn to low-blow her own unconscious partner, both folded bodies sickeningly buckling as Olivia's forehead slammed ruthlessly against Sara's exposed slit, knocking Munn out on impact as she came face-to-face with Underwood's bony pelvis. Both twisted and crumpled bodies twitched as Underwood's thighs folded over Munn's shoulders, Olivia's upturned ass curled and pointed skyward as her stems slowly split with the jostling of her unconscious frame, her thin gams sliding into the splits and allowing her bushy kitty to peek through.

"What a whore!! I can't believe this slut would want to eat-out her own teammate!" Lohan cackled, making light of the salacious position Munn and Underwood were frozen in. With that, Lindsay and Rachel stood victoriously over the spasming pair, each planting a foot on one of Sara Underwood's naked, jiggling tits to secure the victory."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Olivia Munn vs. Rosie Huntington-Whiteley (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)

"Both girls were rapidly panting as they stood opposite one another, only weighed down by the intense gravity of the moment now that Munn had been stripped of the last shred of clothing between them. Olivia's intense, cutting resolve was in stark contrast to the timid nature of her foe making her first start, but Rosie had answered every tester Olivia could muster and was finally starting to show her own determination and cattiness. Finally fed up with the blonde's resiliency, Olivia had resorted to equipping herself with a long wooden club, which she could foolishly hardly lift. Munn's weighted, fleshy C-cups gently teardropped and swung as she teetered on her heels, her tiny golden brown nipples stiffening in the cooling night air. Rosie confidently snickered opposite Olivia as she elevator-eyed the naked, dripping brunette, proud of her handiwork at having stripped Munn of her thin, string bottoms and finally leveled the playing field in terms of humiliation inflicted. However, Munn was unbothered, not even caring enough to shield the neatly manicured bush of pubic hair shaven above her sleek, plump slit. She was singularly focused.

Just as Rosie went to open her mouth for some trash talk, her barb was cut off by a sudden charge from Olivia, attempting to club the blonde in the side of the head with the deadly bat. Rosie reflexively reached up and caught Olivia's wrist with both hands, stopping the strike of her weakening foe but dropping the steel blade she'd secretly nabbed, wailing as she was awkwardly driven back-first into the concrete arena wall behind her. The backpedaling blonde struggled and squealed as her feet clumsily churned, her perky chest heaving as she frenziedly gulped mouthfuls of oxygen. Rosie grit her teeth as she struggled to overpower a possessed Munn, the two locking in a mortal struggle before Olivia carelessly whipped her forehead into Rosie's mouth. A crimson mist sloshed from Huntington's pursed lips as her head slung backwards with whiplash, letting out a throaty grunt as she sagged against the near wall. As Rosie hoarsely wailed and recoiled, Olivia mercilessly ripped up the sulking blonde by her platinum locks and slung her across the sandy pit. Rosie's slender belly pumped as though she'd been engaged in this brutal war for hours, limply flopping to her stomach in the center of the pit, her limbs gracelessly fumbling for traction as Olivia stalked her downed foe for the finish.

Before Rosie could react, Olivia crudely slung the heavy club into the arched small of her back, letting out an agonized groan as she was flattened to the sand below, hoarsely mewling as Olivia towered over her, paralyzed by the bone-rattling strike. A mouthful of blood poured from between Rosie's lips as she pressed to all fours, her limbs staggering to hold her weight as her head swirled, stealthily scooping up the steel shank she'd previously fumbled and pinning it to her hip as Olivia circled to her front. Posturing as if she was resigned to her fate, Rosie throatily whimpered as the brunette pulled her to her knees with a commanding tug on her silky locks, her bare bosom rapidly panting in frenzied desperation. With a smug grin, Olivia drew the club behind her and attempted to rotate through a decapitating baseball swing, only Rosie didn't stay put. As Olivia's reckless swing whooshed past, Rosie artfuly dipped underneath and thrust her stumpy blade into Olivia's exposed rib cage.

"GGGGGGRRRLLLLGGGHH" Olivia throatily gurgled in horror, choking up a mouthful of blood across her naked sternum as Rosie plunged the blade into soft flesh, grating across bone as it sunk up to the hilt. Munn's bulbs bulged wide as she drunkenly drifted and stumbled into the far wall at her back, fumbling the club to the ground as her limbs began to quake uncontrollably, Rosie following close behind. Their two naked, delicate frames suddenly blended together as a fleshy *CRUNCH* erupted from between their toned abdomens, Olivia's bulging shoulder blades grating against the unforgiving concrete at her back under their combined weight. The crowd was blinded as Olivia's frame delicately draped over Rosie's, turning to putty in the blonde's hands, her dark painted eyelashes daintily fluttering as a heavy stream of crimson began to slowly leak down the insides of her bronzed thighs, drenching her bushy mound of pubic hair, staining her pink kitty lips a dark shade of crimson. Rosie's eyes remained transfixed on Olivia's as they began to glaze over, a thin sheen of sweat glistening over the brunette's body as Rosie pulled back just enough to reveal the shaft of the dagger buried deep in Olivia's swelling underboob, a second impaling strike now opening the brunette's abdomen up. Olivia's mouth dropped agape as the shank impaled her quaking breast, the supple flesh mushrooming against the hilt of the blade, awkwardly twitching as she began to strenuously pant and struggle to draw oxygen.

The brunette tenderly rested her chin on Rosie's shoulder as she began to spasm uncontrollably, gurgling up a mouthful of blood before it leaked down the blonde's naked, arched back. With a ferocious twist of her wrist Rosie drew the blade down past Olivia's navel, slicing her belly wide open and gutting the raven-haired Munn, tearing through flesh until the blade shred and gashed clean through Olivia's cunt, splitting her lips and tearing her apart straight up the abdomen. Olivia gently whimpered as she started to go limp, but Rosie made sure to hold Olivia up with a free arm wrapped underneath her armpit, the brunette's quaking tits mushrooming against Rosie's as she pressed her sternum into Olivia's chest to hold her upright. After another agonizing moment, Olivia's knees finally buckled and collapsed, folding lifelessly over her own legs as she bled out in a pool of her own insides."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic/Molly Quinn vs. Olivia Munn/Sara Jean Underwood

"In what had turned into a savage, impromptu Tables & Chairs match, the roof of the arena nearly blew off as Sara Jean Underwood slid a folded steel chair out from beneath the apron and rolled back beneath the ropes. A woozy Molly Quinn struggled to hands and knees before a sickening *THWACK* erupted, her spine flattened as Underwood clubbed her over the shoulder-blades with the steel sledgehammer. Quinn's unconscious frame trampolined off the canvas before she slid to a spasming stop, her naked tits mushrooming out from beneath her sternum as her chest rattled with labored breaths, sprawled flat against the canvas.

Outside the ring to the far corner, a topless Olivia Munn throatily gurgled as her dangling tits were flattened against the apron, helplessly gurgling as her long, painted lashes began to flutter into the back of her skull. Having armed herself with her own tattered, discarded panties, Stana Katic grit her pearly white teeth as she draped her gangly frame over Munn's and pinned the raven-haired actress to the belly-height wall; garroting Olivia with her biting, lace thong. Olivia's nails dug into her own reddening throat, prying at the asphyxiating material as the veins in her neck crackled and bulged. Just as she was about to patter her palm against Stana's thigh and submit, she was miraculously released as another fleshy *THWACK* echoed over the stunned "ooh's".

Katic's hazel bulbs rolled in their sockets as her lanky, naked frame stiffened, her head snapping left before lulling back into place, nearly out on her heels as Sara pranced across the ring and lunged through the ropes with a single leg; heel-kicking Stana square in the jaw. The crippled brunette drifted a handful of steps backwards before careening drunkenly into the ringside announcer's table, the small of her back folding slightly over the edge as she awkwardly steadied herself against it with both palms extending blindly behind her. A mouthful of drool dribbled from her bottom lip as she throatily whimpered, her bare bosom jiggling and shimmying with spasms as she attempted to focus her fuzzy vision on an approaching Munn.

"HHHNNNGGGGGGOOOHH" Katic hoarsely mewled as Olivia ripped a backhanded chop against her naked sternum, lawn-chairing the brunette and sprawling her upper half across the steel table. Stana's slender, statuesque frame curled clumsily around Munn's as Olivia scooped up the crooks of her parted thighs and lifted Katic atop her shoulders; balancing the squirming brunette in Powerbomb position.

As Olivia impressively displayed and paraded her blubbering stablemate, Underwood shimmied through the ropes just at Munn's side, only some five feet higher as she stood atop the apron. With a harmonious yell, Sara launched herself off the apron, palming Stana's naked, teardropping tits with both hands and using gravity to sling the brunette's sternum into the table with unfathomable devastation while Munn simultaneously detonated her Powerbomb. Stana's gawky frame buckled as the table below her splintered in half, floundering in the carnage before all four limbs flung spread eagle. The brunette's mangled torso pitched and heaved with convulsions as her panting tummy flexed and spasmed; her bushy mound invitingly parted into the splits as her gangly stems fell apart. With Katic awkwardly sprawled across the shattered announcers table and Quinn motionless in the ring, Olivia and Sara sifted through the wreckage of the shattered table at their feet to plant a heel each against Stana's rib cage, flexing victoriously as the mutilated brunette continued to convulse."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Olivia Munn vs. Christie Stevens (Tits 'N' Ass Title Match)

"The presumptive favorite, and for good reason, Christie Stevens had come out intent on turning this bout into as filthy and lewd a contest as imaginable, hoping to demean the comparatively modest Munn into forfeiture. With the porn and fetish star already willingly stark nude, Olivia sheepishly clung to the last remaining scraps of clothing that hadn't been clawed away by the insistent blonde; a pair of black, thigh-high socks, and a cheeky, low-waisted string thong that might as well have been non-existent with how insatiably Munn's meaty ass cheeks and plump, pink labia devoured the material.

Olivia's bare, teardropping chest heaved with heavy pants as she paused to re-tie her loose locks into a fresh pony tail, her raven tresses clumped and matted with sweat from countless Breast Smother attempts by the domineering blonde, seemingly toying with the skittish actress by allowing multiple escapes. Each time Munn had been allowed to wiggle to freedom and escape her sure demise, Stevens had antagonized the gasping actress with increasingly vulgar and gropey taunts; slapping her tits, invasive frontal wedgies, slipping her hand beneath the waistband of Munn's bottoms, crude tribbing, and countless other molestations meant to further break the actress down mentally.

Huffing a few messy strands of hair from her eyes, Olivia finally postured up to the preening blonde, lifting her hands for an arduous Test of Strength. Happy to oblige given the extent to which she'd dominated Munn thus far, Christie volunteered to lock horns with the similarly-statured brunette; only once clasped, Olivia seemed to truly come alive for the first time all night.

Both women grit their teeth as Olivia slowly backed the squealing blonde into the corner, Christie's frame buckling as the small of her back finally found the steel post behind it, splitting her shoulder blades. With nowhere to run, Olivia sprung forward and slung an eviscerating knee into Steven's fleshy belly, doubling her curvy frame over at the waist before she melted to her knees at Munn's heel. With a stern grunt, Olivia turned her back on the faltering porn star and pressed her rotund backside right into Christie's face. The blonde's bulbs stretched wide before they were enveloped by Olivia's fleshy ass, muffled squeals and frenzied screams erupting from between her plump cheeks as she pinned the squirming Stevens to the turnbuckle. Christie helplessly scratched and clawed at Munn's powerful, rippling thighs for a few graceless moments before she slumped forward deeper into the actress' curvy gap, her arms falling lifelessly to her sides as Olivia kept her convulsing frame stapled to the post long past her expiration before allowing her to fall flat on her face."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins