Sara Jean Underwood

Age: 33

Height: 5'3

Weight: 110 lbs

Bust: 32C

Hometown: Portland, Oregon

Record: 2 - 5

Wins: Sara Jean Underwood (51%) defeats Nicola Peltz (49%)

Sara Jean Underwood (55%) defeats Kate Mara (45%)

Losses: Cali Logan (54%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (46%)

Alison Brie (54%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (46%)

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

Keira Knightley (55%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (45%)

Jordana Brewster (51%) defeats Sara Underwood (49%)

Injuries: Olivia Munn (62%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (38%) - Bruised Ribs - 3 Weeks

Rivals: Olivia Munn (0 - 1)

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%)

Cali Logan vs. Sara Jean Underwood

"Sara pathetically sobbed as her fellow former-Playmate sasheyed around the outskirts of the ring with the blonde's fragmented bottoms in-hand, triumphantly showcasing the scarlet thong right in front of her infectious, beaming smile. Sara buried her face in her palms as Cali barked at her prone frame; "Cheer up, not like every person in the building hasn't seen your pussy already..."

The surprisingly fiery brunette wasn't finished with the disheveled blonde, stepping behind her downed form and scooching Sara's legs apart with her own, just wide enough to leer through her spread thighs and see her smooth cunt peeking out from behind. Cali planted her heels on the backs of Sara's thighs and scooped up both wrists, wryly smiling before sitting back into a brutal Surfboard.

"HhhhhhHHUUUUUGGGHHHH" Underwood throatily mewled as she was twisted and contorted airborne, the veins in her neck violently straining as she tossed her head back in agony, her flexing abdomen and firm C-cups violently spasming. Every delicate curve and fold of flesh was on humiliating display as Logan arched the blonde's frame deep into the hold, finally relenting as Sara hoarsely whimpered her submission and fell limply to the mat."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Alison Brie vs. Sara Jean Underwood

"Brie took a moment to herself to survey the throngs of fans willing her closer toward her first victory, huffing a few strands of disheveled hair from in front of her eyes before they fell upon Sara's hunched form tucked between her split legs. Sara's crumpled top and bottoms littered the canvas as Alison callously positioned the broken blonde for what everyone assumed was a piledriver; the brunette's thighs scrunching against Sara's flushed cheeks as her hands pleadingly wrapped around the back of Alie's flexing stems. 

In a moment of indulgence, Alie gently brushed her fingers up the delicate curve of Sara's bare spine, savoring the pleading and wailing coming from her once-snobby opponent before planting a demeaning slap on Sara's upturned ass. Rather than hoisting the Playmate up by the waist, Alison instead chicken-winged the blonde's arms behind her back, lifting her bronzed body in preparation for a brutal Implant Buster. Sara let out a gruff squeal as her bare frame was erected upside down, her emerald eyes darting desperately to the canvas below before Alison dropped to her knees with Underwood in tow.

There was a sickening clap of flesh as Sara slammed chest-first against the mat, her pert C-cups mushrooming against the canvas as she let our an agonized yelp and lulled listlessly to her side swaddling her bosom. The pinfall was little more than a formality as the crippled blonde bawled beneath a victorious Brie, wanting nothing more than for this nightmare to be over".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Sara Jean Underwood vs. Keira Knightley

"These two contrasting beauties certainly weren't going to take anyone's breath away with their overwhelming wrestling talent, but no one could dare accuse them of not being able to put on a proper show. One of the most anticipated lead-ups to the Main Event Title Match had been riddled with missed opportunities and failed holds between these two new stablemates, but in a shocking turn of events it was the wiry Brit who began to seize unquestioned control. And make no mistake, she was going to let her humiliated teammate hear about it before things were over. A debilitated Underwood clumsily pressed to all fours, her bubbly ass perked skyward as she swaddled her naked form with a visible fluster. Despite her unassuming record, an undaunted and rather brazen Knightley circled her downed foe in a premptive celebration, twirling the bunched material of Sara's sheer, sweat-dampened white thong around her index finger before slingshotting it across the ring.

Eliciting a shrill yelp from the blonde's lips, Keira sunk two sets of digits into Sara's loose, shoulder-length mane, ripping her upright and slinging her into the corner turnbuckle spine-first. Underwood throatily mewled as her shoulder blades were split by the unforgiving, lightly padded steel, clutching the top rope on either side of the post to remain staggered, but miraculously upright. Knightley then sensually dipped underneath the ropes at Sara's side, her pendulous stems and plump derriere enveloping the tiny string thong draped over her hips in a jaw-dropping tribute to Stacy Keibler's legendary ring entrances and exits. Athletically hopping atop the turnbuckle and towering above a wilting Underwood, Keira wiggled out of her bottoms and tossed the bunched spandex into the crowd before straddling the corner post above Sara.

Sara was bewildered as Keira straightened her back up from behind, seemingly ready to piggyback the sagging blonde before she craned her head back, resting it atop the turnbuckle as if it were a pillow. Then, a hoarse, mortified squeal as Sara's rosy features were suddenly eclipsed by the Brit's backside, arms and legs wildly flailing as Keira took a seat atop Sara's face. The blonde futily wailed and squirmed, but accomplished nothing more than shimmying herself deeper between Keira's suffocating ass cheeks. The Brit rode her bucking bronco for a few more demeaning moments before Underwood's frame fell mostly silent, violently convulsing as she sagged toward the canvas. Her teardropping bosom lightly jiggled as her arms draped over the top rope, hanging lifelessly from the ropes as her skull remained pinned beneath Keira's behind. Her frame awkwardly folded over itself as Keira finally lifted off her seat cushion, the blonde's stems sliding into the splits as she sulked flat on her belly, unresponsive as Keira planted a heel on her backside for the 3-count".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Sara Underwood vs. Jordana Brewster (Oil Wrestling Match)

"Coming off a narrow, disheartening loss to Megan Fox for the Title Belt, Jordana Brewster was looking to immediately thrust herself right back into title contention. A win over a middling fighter might not do the trick immediately, but you can only beat who's on your schedule. On the opposite end of the Strawweight spectrum; Sara Underwood had her hands full proving she was more than just a jobber in the eyes of most. Wins over a disgraced and retired Nicola Peltz, and the helpless Kate Mara had done little to dispell those rumors, but a victory over a former Title Belt challenger would work wonders on her resume and image.

There's no such thing as a good loss, but Sara was undoubtedly turning some heads early in this gimmicky match. Perhaps she just felt more at home wrestling in oil than her more modest counterpart, but eventually the cream rose to the top. Finding her stride late, Jordana had managed to dismantle the majority of Sara's wardrobe, undoing the drawstring of her top and allowing her perky, golden C-cups to spill free much to the delight of the raucous crowd. And with Sara reeling after a devastating DDT, Jordana looked to finish things with a bang. With the blonde lying face-down in a thin pool of oil, blubbering as she clutched her pulsing skull and freed, flattened tits, Jordana slowly twisted her palm around a clump of matted blonde locks and hoisted Underwood to her unsteady feet. Using her second hand to wrangle the waistband of Sara's string thong, Jordana guided the slipping and sliding Underwood upright before another precise tug undid the drawstring of Sara's last remaining shred of dignity.

The vacant blonde whimpered as her thighs pinched shut, clawing at the falling material before Jordana devilishly peeled it free from between her legs, leaving her completely bare; her lubricious, waxed cunt on inviting display. Without so much as a second to let her catch her breath, Jordana screeched as she dropped to the ground with a crippling Sitout Facebuster; moving both palms to Sara's scalp before spiking her jaw-first into the canvas. Messy strands of oily blonde locks catapult into the air as Sara hit with a fleshy crunch, her skull rattling off the mat like a trampoline as a mist of oil splashed out of the ring. The blondes dishevelled limbs slid spread eagle as she twitched and gurgled, her plump pussy lips peeking out from between her split thighs as Jordana planted a palm on her concaving spine and secured a 3-count".

- 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

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