Stana Katic

Age: 39

Height: 5'9

Weight: 125 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

Record: 7 - 8

Wins: Stana Katic (60%) defeats Taylor Swift (40%)

Stana Katic (56%) defeats Jennifer Aniston (44%)

Stana Katic (57%) defeats Alix Lynx (43%)

Stana Katic (53%) defeats Molly Quinn (47%)

Stana Katic (60%) defeats Sarah Chalke (40%)

Stana Katic (50%) defeats Emily Addison (50%) via RNG

Stana Katic (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)

Losses: Charlotte McKinney (60%) defeats Stana Katic (40%)

Lindsay Lohan (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)

Christie Stevens (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)

Kesha (62%) defeats Stana Katic (38%)

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

Lindsey Pelas (58%) defeats Stana Katic (42%)

Brooklyn Decker (61%) defeats Stana Katic (39%)

Katrina Bowden (54%) defeats Stana Katic (46%)

Injuries: Kesha (62%) defeats Stana Katic (38%) - Broken Jaw - 3 Weeks

Rivals: Molly Quinn (1 - 0)

Stana Katic (53%) defeats Molly Quinn (47%)

Tag Record: 1 - 1

Wins: Katic/Quinn (54%) defeats Bowden/Keibler (46%)

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

Charlotte McKinney vs. Stana Katic

"Katic confidently stalked her blonde foe around the outskirts of the ring, as what had been an evenly-fought match started to slowly tip in the seemingly more fit brunette's favor. Charlotte's bared F-cups teardropped toward the floor as she continued to exhaustedly lead the brunette around the ropes, sputtering as she used the extended game of cat and mouse to pump some much needed oxygen back into her burning lungs. With a shrill squeal, Stana finally caught the clumsily retreating barbie, using a ruthless two-handed grip on the blonde's world-class locks to sling her into the far ropes.

The canvas quaked as Charlotte trampolined off the ropes, only as she recoiled toward the waiting Katic she was able to throttle-down and throw off Stana's rhythm, ducking under her reckless clothesline attempt and instead ripping a close-quarters knee into the brunette's slender waistline. Katic hoarsely wailed as the meaty strike sent her crumpling to one knee, a mouthful of drool sloshing to the canvas as her sweat-soaked tresses draped over her eyes. With a renewed and heightened sense of confidence, the busty blonde readied her unrivaled pair as the brunette continued to writhe on her knees, looking skyward to the endless rows of fans as she sensually massaged her bare tits together. There was foreshadowing, and then there was this - McKinney's lethal breast smother was coming.

"No....too easy..." The blonde windedly huffed, scoffing at her downed opponent as she instead sank her talons into Katic's ruffled mane. With a venomous screech Charlotte hauled Stana up to her feet as if she were a weightless one hundred and twenty pounds, tucking the brunette's skull between her split legs much to the delight of the boisterous crowd who'd clearly been backing the blonde from the drop. Katic's verbal protests and squeals were muffled by McKinney's milky thighs tightening like a boa against her cheeks. With a wry smile sneaking across her face the blonde decided a thunderous knockout wasn't enough retribution for being stripped topless; leaning over Katic's bent frame and with two quick tugs, undid the drawstrings of the brunette's bikini top and bottoms, the sweat-soaked material sticking to skin for a moment before fluttering to the canvas.

In an effortless display of raw power and artful technique, Charlotte rotated Katic into a globally recognized position - the tombstone piledriver. Katic's long, lean legs folded limply over Charlotte's broad shoulders, the blonde impressively hugging Stana's slender waistline tight against her belly. Teetering on the brink of showmanship and exhaustion, Charlotte was forced to pull the string on the piledriver early, hammering the top of Stana's skull into the canvas below. Stana sickeningly flopped flat to her back, her limbs splayed spread eagle as you could hear a pin drop in the gym aside from the gurgling of Charlotte's first victim. Stana's bare chest strenuously rose and fell though her limbs were utterly motionless, her pert bosom violently twitching and quaking as a few periodic coughs and sputters assured Charlotte she was still breathing, though her smokey painted eyelids were glued shut. Charlotte sat on her haunches at the lifeless brunette's shoulders, drinking in the unconscious jiggling of bare flesh for a few seconds before leaning over her opponent's corpse. The blonde gently brushed her fingers over the brunette's neatly manicured bush, lingering between Stana's split legs before she hooked the inside of her bronzed thigh and hoisted her ankle all the way to her chin. Katic's bubbly behind perked straight up in the air as Charlotte made sure the 3-count was drawn out, only giving up the humiliating, bare-assed leg-spread pin when she was sure the CWF photographers in the front row had their magazine cover shot."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Lindsay Lohan

"Lindsay slouched exhaustedly against the corner turnbuckle; an arm slung over the top rope as her tousled crimson locks concealed the look of agony etched across her twisted face, her mammoth pair freely teardropping toward the canvas. Katic's wiry, bronzed frame was a stark contrast to the milky curves of her opponent; confidently puffing out her pert chest as she towered over the defunct redhead, dangling what was left of Lindsay's jet black bra out in front of her chin. All the redhead could muster was an unconvincing snarl, scoffing at Katic's playful taunt at having leveled the playing field, both women's tops now littering the ring floor.

Katic had been surgical; she had to be given her age. On the other hand, no one would mistake Lohan for a singles hitter, recklessly going for the homerun knockout at every opportunity and too-routinely grasping at air. Before Lindsay could find her second (or third) wind, the brunette was once again a half-step ahead; craning one of her pendulous gams up into Lindsay's windpipe. The redhead bucked and spasmed for oxygen, gagging as Katic planted the arch of her foot just below her chin and threatened to submit the shorter Lohan with the Keibler special - a brutal corner leg choke. Stana began to aggressively inch forward and dig into the choke as Lindsay desperately squirmed to slip free, her tippy toes pedaling nothing but air as the small of her back arched over the top of the steel turnbuckle.

With Katic nearly doing a full split, the seemingly impossible happened. Whether it was a dexterous reach by the redhead or simply a blunder on Stana's part in moving too close, Lindsay's frantic reaching finally hit paydirt. The brunette suddenly let out a shrill squeal as Lohan's prying fingers found the crotch of Stana's bikini bottoms, viciously ripping the stretchy lycra material toward her in a frontal wedgie. Stana's legs seemed to instantly go weak, her thighs pinching shut as she aborted the chokehold and instead began to gingerly claw at Lohan's devious deathgrip. Lindsay continued to tug and twist, mercilessly splitting Katic's quaking thighs with the unforgiving spandex. With an ear-splitting *rip*, the material finally gave way, the crotch of Stana's bottoms shredding in Lindsay's palm.

Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes as the brunette pirhouette away from the cackling redhead, gently cupping her bare crotch in crippling agony as she rudderlessly stumbled toward the center of the ring. Sensing the finish line, Lohan leapt toward Katic; hopping onto the brunette's turned back and snaking her forearm around Stana's delicate neck. Katic began to throatily gurgle as Lindsay's boa-like grip tightened; drunkenly stumbling backwards before careening into the ropes, all while prying helplessly at Lohan's sweaty forearms. Lindsay clung to the listless brunette like a shawl, completely draping herself over Stana's shoulders until finally her knees buckled under their combined weight. Stana collapsed to her knees with a canvas-quaking *thud* before falling backwards into Lindsay's lap, her eyelashes subtly fluttering as a stream of drool sloshed across the redhead's locked wrists. Feeling her own strength rapidly fading, Lohan attempted to evolve the submission hold to one more devastating; looping her heels around the insides of Stana's thighs and prying her legs apart, simultaneously upping the rib-crushing pressure she was putting on the brunette's slender midsection. Katic's thoughtless squirming lasted only a few more anxious moments, gently pawing at Lindsay's wrists as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her nude, lanky frame beginning to sickeningly convulse in Lindsay's lap. All four limbs finally fell slack, spread eagle against the mat as Lohan made sure to wring her neck once more before dismissively slinging her to the mat. Stana flopped motionless to her backside, no more than a crumpled heap of bare flesh as Lindsay rose to her feet and victoriously planted her foot on the brunette's bare mound for a 3-count.

"Nada-and fucking-TWO! Can't hang with the big girls, can you Katic?!" Lindsay venomously barked, staring side-eyed at the twitching brunette before grinding her heel between Stana's spread legs and dipping out of the ring."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Taylor Swift

"The lithe brunette staggered back a half-step, throatily grunting as she was doubled over by a penetrating gut kick from her pop star counterpart. Swift pirouette with glee as Stana genuflected at her heel, twirling both sets of fingers around two piloting clumps of the brunette's silky locks and tugging her cranium between her split legs. Tay sensually brusher her hand along the delicate curve of Stana's bent spine, hiking up the waistband of her bottoms all the way to her mid-back, the trapped brunette letting out a muffled squeal from between Taylor's thighs as she helplessly squirmed for freedom.

Sensing a trademark win at the tip of her fingers, Swift arduously twisted and hoist the shorter brunette into powerbomb position, balancing the squirming Katic on top of her shoulders. Suddenly Swift's camp sensed something catastrophically wrong as the blonde started to look as though her steering had been cut. Taylor listlessly drifted backwards, her hands lightly pattering against Stana's flexing thighs as the blonde's supporters' worst fears were realized; she was trapped in a paralyzing head-scissor. Taylor's rosy cheeks bulged against Katic's bronzed thighs, her face reddening as she continued to wander backwards before stumbling into the ropes. Finally the inevitable happened; Swift's wires completely crossed, tripping over herself and collapsing in a heap on her back, Stana's stems still clamped around her cranium like an unbreakable vice.

As the two lanky challengers hit the ground, Katic's head-scissor buckled ever-so-slightly before she was able to tighten the clamps once again, hunching over the blonde and mercilessly sinking Tay's blubbering face into her crotch. Stana ruthlessly grit her teeth as the blonde's movements grew more uncoordinated, transforming her artful head-scissor reversal into a crippling crotch smother, sensually riding the blonde's grimacing face until she fell deathly still beneath her."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Jennifer Aniston

"The two taut cougars recklessly exploded into one another, topless flesh clapping together as they erratically twirled across the ring in a hurricane collar-and-elbow. The disheveled blonde began to gain the upper hand on the taller Katic as their flailing limbs became more entangled, aggressively tucking Stana's head underneath her armpit and cinching in a loose guillotine. Before she could tighten the noose however, the more youthful brunette slung her forearm between Jen's parted thighs.

Aniston helplessly let out a gruff; "HHOOUUUGGGGHHHH" as Katic's brutal low blow left her utterly crippled, her knees quaking before buckling altogether. Jennifer genuflected at Stana's heel as the guillotine unraveled, hoarsely groaning as Katic hauled her upright and flung her into the far ropes by the wrist.

Jen gawkily attempted and failed to hook the top rope with the crook of her elbow as the rubber backstop bowed toward the crowd, catapulting her back toward the planted brunette. With savage intentions, Katic extended one of her sinewy stems and clobbered Jen square in the jaw. Aniston's head snapped to the left as Stana's heel hammered her in the chin, her body instantly stiffening before sloshing lifelessly to the canvas, out cold before she even hit the ground. The entire building was in stunned silence at the brunette's Big Boot, erupting with applause as Katic victoriously planted her toned limb on Aniston's bare, twitching sternum".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Christie Stevens vs. Stana Katic

"The already raucous crowd had been absolutely whipped into a frenzy as Stana continued to mount a storming comeback; slinging a disoriented Christie Stevens into the turnbuckle with authority before unloading a pair of crippling backhanded slaps to the blonde's naked chest. Stana's statuesque frame had been completely bared early by the tenacious porn star, her fragmented top and bottoms littering the outskirts of the ring, though she remained brazen and confident.

Christie's dangling D-cups teardropped toward the canvas as she sagged at the waist, sloshing back and forth as she clutched her sternum in shock, hoarsely wheezing. The blonde's cheek smeared against Katic's bare abdomen, mascara streaking across Stana's hip as she readied an axe-handle to Christie's hunched spine. An unrelenting, borderline-dirty Christie had other ideas however; ruthlessly whipping her forearm between Katic's legs before her axe-handle hammered home. The brunette froze in horror at the low blow, draping over the blonde's dipped shoulder before Christie cleverly swapped positions with the reeling Katic; slinging her spine-first into the turnbuckle where she'd been trapped just seconds before.

Stana inconsolably sunk against the steel post, wilting to Christie's height as she feebly cupped the neatly manicured landing strip shaven above her cunt. Having halted the snowballing brunette in her tracks, Christie aggresively began to take command of the fight; tucking Stana's drooping head underneath her armpit and readying her for a heavy suplex.

Struggling with exhaustion, Christie clumsily fumbled at Stana's hip, blindly searching for the waistband of her bottoms to help with leverage before realizing her opponent was completely naked. The blonde's devilish fingers continued to grab and slide through folds of flesh, eventually brushing over Stana's pelvis and nefariously thrusting inside her exposed slit. Katic's knees instantly buckled, her thighs quaking as she let out a mortified, breathless squeal; nearly genuflecting to a knee if it hadn't been for Christie holding her upright.

Christie ruthlessly hooked the wilting brunette with her middle and ring fingers, violently fingering and hoisting her toned frame completely upright by the pussy. Katic's snared lower half spasmed as Christie paused in a Delayed Vertical Suplex; her fully erect, golden frame glistening under the heat of the overhead lights before Christie pulled the trigger.

The springy canvas erupted as Stana's body sickeningly impaled the mat; sloshing lifelessly to her backside completely spread eagle in the dead center of the ring. The blonde's freed bosom mushroomed against Stana's pert, quivering B-cups as she alertly slid across Stana's frame with a crossbody pin. Christie's off-hand once again traced Stana's exposed mound; hooking one of the brunette's twitching stems and cradling it against her ribcage for good measure as the 3-count rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Christie Stevens vs. Stana Katic

"Stana was in complete shock holding her jaw and stumbling in the middle of the ring. To think she had almost declined this match thinking that it was an instult. 'A tiny little porn star!? This league was for celebrities'. Stana had thought upon hearing who her opponent would be. But now here she was, head spinning, jaw hurting, ears ringing from the screaming crowd. The tiny little slut took every hit like a brick wall. Earlier in the match Stana hit Christie hard in the eye but Christie only screamed in fury and fought back in a frenzy. Stana defended herself easily enough at first with her size and skill but eventually one especially hard upper cut made it through and that was all it took to send her reeling. Stana drunkinly wandered over to the edge of the ring but just as she reached out for the rope she felt Christie grab her hair with both hands. Christie screamed and leapt over the top rope still holding Stana's hair. As Christie landed on her feet outside the ring Stana's neck was pulled down on the top rope and she made a horrible gagging sound. Christie released Stana's hair and she was sling shot back to the center of the ring landing on her back and holding her throat.

Christie jumped back into the ring and without bothering to check if Stana was injured ran and soccer kicked the older girl in the face, knocking her out cold. She only then bent down to check Stana's breathing. After a moment she was satisfied the rope had only gagged her and that didn't cause any serious damage. She then proceeded to remove Stana's shorts and then panties much to the crowds delight. She thought about taking them as a trophy but decided on something else instead. She shoved the undergarments in Stana's open mouth and took a picture with her cell phone. She uploaded it to twitter with the caption. "Easy first match. great start to my fighting career".

- Submission by fasteddy44641

Stana Katic vs. Kesha (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"Stana might have been one of the few women who could stand eye-to-eye with the towering Kesha, but it was (quite literally) painfully obvious she couldn't go toe-to-toe. Despite her athleticism, the older brunette was simply outweighed and overmatched. She had given Kesha her share of struggles, as evidenced by the relentless, heavy panting and contours of sweat pouring through the blonde's ample cleavage, but things were rapidly unravelling for Katic. The tousled, gasping brunette was crumpled at Kesha's hip; her flushed cheek smearing across the canvas as she writhed on all fours, cupping her crotch before sagging to her haunches. The brunette's agonized squirming was thanks to a brutal frontal wedgie, one that had shred Katic's bottoms into two tattered hunks. After slinging the sweat-soaked, frayed remains into the waiting hands of her ravenous fans, Kesha ripped Katic to her feet with a stern tug on her elegant pony tail.

One palm remained delicately glued between her legs as Stana obediently rose, tears welling in the corners of her eyes despite the furious snarl plastered across her lips. It wasn't until Kesha extended her left hand and tightened her powerful digits around Stana's slender throat that the brunette's protecting hand left her crotch, gurgling as the blonde began to barbarically crunch her delicate windpipe. The veins in Stana's neck began to crackle and bulge as Kesha ruthlessly craned the squirming brunette to her tippy toes, gritting her teeth and drooling down her chin as she desperately clawed at Kesha's wrist with both sets of talons.

"GGGUUHHHLLLLLGGG" The mortified brunette suddenly gurgled; her eyes bulging as Kesha slid her right palm against Stana's bare cunt, brushing over her carefully manicured bush and violently thrusting her middle and ring fingers between Katic's fleshy lips. With a breathtaking display of power and ferocity, Kesha lifted the squealing brunette off her feet completely, Military Pressing all one hundred twenty-five pounds high above her head. The indelible blonde confidently pirouette as Stana helplessly pedaled her never-ending gams, displaying her skewered prey to all four corners of the arena. Stana's lithe frame twitched and quivered as Kesha drew out the punishment, exhaustedly drifting toward the ropes before doing the unthinkable.

With complete disregard for Katic's safety, Kesha slung the vulnerable brunette over the top rope, allowing her to fall a full eleven-plus feet without being able to brace herself in the slightest. The paralyzed brunette hit the lightly-padded concrete flooring with a sickening clap of flesh, trampolining off the ground like a fish out of water before flopping to a near-lifeless stop. The Lumberjacks & Jills could hardly fathom what they just witnessed, almost too frozen by the brutal display to pounce on their out-of-ring prey. Katic breathlessly lulled to her belly, curling into the fetal position absolutely beside herself, unable to draw a single gulp of oxygen into her flattened lungs.

A mouthful of drool sloshed from Stana's yawning jaw as a particularly callous Lumberjack bent to Kesha's devilish wishes, following the blonde's orders and scooping up the disheveled brunette. Stana's frame buckled as the brawny, groping hand of her attacker pervaded her bronzed thighs from behind, cupping her bushy mound and tugging her grudgingly away from the comforts of the concrete floor. While the Lumberjack was eager to please a domineering Kesha, he was equally self-serving. With lustful intent, the boorish Lumberjack pinned a wimpering Katic against the apron, his covered bulge stiffening against the brunette's bare sex. A single tug on the front clasp of Stana's bra split the two cups, allowing her pert, sun-kissed breasts to slosh free. He couldn't help himself at the sight of Katic's erect, caramel nipples, burying his face in her fleshy left tit before taking a carnivorous bite of hunky flesh.

"I'm not FUCKING done!" the blonde scolded from above, sliding to her knees at the ropes and ripping a backhanded slap across the overstepping Lumberjack's cheek. With an enraged burst of energy, the blonde dragged a kicking and screaming Katic right back into the ring and propped the swaying brunette against the ropes. Stana drunkenly wobbled toward the turnbuckle before she was promptly snagged, her mascara-smudged eyelashes vacantly fluttering as Kesha tucked her skull between her thighs. Stana's bronzed stems slid apart as her frame was bent in half at the waist, her sweat-soaked cunt tantalizingly peeking between her spread legs as Kesha paused for climactic effect. Kesha tucked one arm against Stana's furiously panting belly while simultaneously slipping two fingers in her own mouth, slobbing her middle digits before sliding them beneath the waistband of her thong. 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.

You could hear a pin drop as thousands of pairs of eyes looked on in awe at the abbreviated, yet lascivious display. Without a hint of notice, the blonde ripped the hunched brunette up by the waist and twisted Katic over her shoulders, pausing in picture-perfect Widow's Peak position. Stana clumsily squirmed as her stark nude frame was arched against Kesha's bowing spine; her chin blindly hooked, skull pinned against Kesha's shoulder, ankles resting on opposite sides of the blonde's hips.

With spine-rattling precision, Kesha dropped the mewling brunette into a crippling Widow's Peak; Stana's head slinging forward as the back of her skull spiked Kesha's shoulder. The entire ring quaked as Stana's bent knees impaled the canvas below, her body momentarily stiffening on her haunches before limply tumbling to her backside. The brunette's arms flung above her head as she folded over her own calves, her bare sternum violently convulsing as her hazel eyes rolled into the back of her skull. Kesha insatiably grate her palm over Katic's spread, spasming sex; gesturing a 3-count with her off-hand in unison with the boisterous crowd as Stana continued to twitch below.

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"She's all yours, boys" Kesha delightedly beamed, rolling the floundering brunette underneath the bottom rope before slipping out the opposite side of the ring. A still-spasming Stana fell into one of the Lumberjack's waiting arms, draped flimsily across his thick forearms before being slung into the ringside announcer's table. Katic's lithe frame awkwardly wilted over the edge of the steel table, whimpering as she awoke just as she was being plucked up and twisted onto the center of the table.

The burly Lumberjack slung his monstrous cock over his waistband as Katic flopped drunkenly to her backside, her hazel bulbs dazedly blinking as she toed the line of consciousness and unconsciousness. With a hulking exhale, the Lumberjack mounted the table at Stana's feet, softly moaning as she pedaled her stems to keep the brute from snagging one of her ankles. Instead, he straddled her bronzed frame at the waist, his stiffening shaft dangling just above her frazzled features before he ripped her upwards with one tug, balancing the gawky brunette on her tippy toes.

Stana blubbered as her hands delicately traced the Lumberjack's chest, attempting to dissuade her attacker as tears streaked down her rosy cheeks. Suddenly the Lumberjack hooked the brunette's waist and twisted her into Tombstone Piledriver position. Katic let out an abbreviated yelp as her delicate frame was slung upside down, her bushy mound nuzzling against the Lumberjack's gruff beard as she came face-to-face with his bulge.

The brunette let out a muffled squeal as he savagely thrust inside her mouth, her gams helplessly pumping as they hung draped over his shoulders. Katic's eyes began to water as his bulging shaft hit the back of her throat, breathlessly gurgling as his cock plunged all the way to the hilt, the veins in her neck strenuously bulging as she sputtered for oxygen. Stana remained weightlessly suspended upside down as the Lumberjack impaled her skull with barbaric thrust after thrust, painting her mascara-streaked face with her own saliva as his bulge crammed against her disoriented features.

Without warning, the ferocious brute pulled the string on his Face-Fuck Piledriver, recklessly drilling the tip of her skull into the announcer's table below. The steel table shattered on impact as their fleshy limbs exploded, the tip of the Lumberjack's cock thrusting against Stana's craning throat as she was literally fucked into the ground. Katic flopped lifelessly to her backside before erupting into convulsions, still gagging on the Lumberjack's bulge before he burst down the back of her throat. The ruthless beast's body stiffened as he pumped wave after wave into the twitching Katic's mouth, the tip of his cock still spasming as he pulled out and wiped it clean across the brunette's smeared, glassy features.

With a single gesture, the satisfied Lumberjack motioned to one of the Jills nearby who tossed him a mammoth, veiny dildo. Hunching over Stana's convulsing frame, he traced the rubber leviathan over Katic's glistening pussy lips before spreading her quivering thighs and forcing the dildo up her ass. The brunette's wilted frame stiffened as she was skewered by the monster dildo, sputtering up mouthfuls of cum as she slipped into unconscious convulsions".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Kesha (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"Stana layed on her back, looking up at the bright lights of the arena. She was naked and shocked. Her pussy was already involuntarily getting wet in anticapation of what she knew what was coming. She squeezed her thighs together and tried to hold back tears as Kesha's grinning face came into view looking down at her. Stana gasped out "please Kesha I.." but Kesha stepped away. Stana heard the crowd cheer loudly and she thought back to how minutes ago they had done the same for her.

Stana should have won the fight. As the match began she had surprised Kesha with an all out assault using her kick boxing skills. Kesha, who was more of a brawler was outskilled and ended up laying on her side after a hard kick to her chin. That was when Stana made her mistake. She had foolishly thought that she KOed Kesha and had turned to the crowd holding her arms up as they cheered. Stana had been practically drooling thinking about what she was going to do with Kesha. But Kesha hadn't been KOed. She had recovered after a few seconds. Dazed a bit but she got to her feet easily. She looked at Stana prematurely celebrating and wondered if Stana had even watched her other matches. She should've known Kesha was a brick wall and it took a lot to bring her down. Kesha wrapped her arms around Stana's waist from behind and Stana squeeled in surprise as she was suplexed. 

Stana's head bounced off of the canvas and her body flailed wildly in the air before she landed on her back spasming. Stana groaned and writhed. Kesha ran towards Stana and jumped into the air bringing her thigh down on Stana's chest hard and sealing her victory. Stana hardly struggled as Kesha stripped her completely nude. Now the crowd was cheering Kesha on. After smirking down at Stana and hearing her beg Kesha turned back to the crowd and very seductively removed her shorts to reveal her black thong. She then stood over Stana one foot on each side of her head and slowly lowered her ass. She hovered it just above Stana's face and gave a signal and music started to play. Kesha then violently started to twerk on Stana's face. Stana's head bounced between the canvas and Kesha's ass for the next two minutes until the music stopped. Stana was dazed and devastated. She knew she was already a laughing stock and this was only the start. She lay there hardly daring to open her eyes. She could smell Kesha's excited cunt just in front of her face but she was too beaten to resist. Kesha pressed the bulge of her self-proclaimed-10 pussy on Stana's chin and said "Don't worry honey. I wont make you lick me.... Your husband is going to do that hahaha. I can't wait to cum all over his beard." Stana sobbed in humilation.

Kesha grabbed Stana by her hair and pulled her naked body to her knees. "Now everyone form a line and someone toss me my phone." Kesha yelled. Her phone soon appeared in her hand as the Jacks and Jills lined up excitedly in the ring. She then had each Jack force their cock into Stana's mouth so Kesha could take a picture. She only gave each guy a few moments so that she could get one of everyone. Kesha had figured quantity over quality would be worse for Stana. Dozens of cocks were shoved in Stana's mouth and some of the men came in an instant and soon Stana had cum covereing her chin and chest as tears streamed down her face. The Jills shoved their strap-ons in her mouth as well while some like Kristen Bell, Rachel Mcadams, and Megan Fox removed their strap ons and rubbed their wet cunts on the beaten whore's face smearing her makeup with their juices. By the end of it Kesha had over 50 photos of Stana being absolutely humilaited and she uploaded every single one to Twitter. Stana was devastated. She sat there in shock, mouth hanging open looking out at the crowd of Jacks and Jills laughing at her. Suddenly she felt herself lifted in the air. Kesha had lifted her up and said "Here you go boys!" and tossed Stana towards the waiting men and women. "NOOoo" Stana screamed but she was quickly pulled into the center and silenced by a cock shoved in her mouth. Kesha laughed at the sight of Stana being violated and left to find Stana's husband. She was going to show him what a winner's pussy tasted like".

- Submission by fasteddy44641

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

Stana Katic vs. Alix Lynx

"Katic had been on quite a violent losing skid as of late, but she'd been a proverbial buzzsaw tonight against the newcomer Alix Lynx. That was, until the busty porn star started to stem the tides somewhat. Having already been stripped nude, Lynx was dead set on revenge. As Katic hoisted Alix back to her feet from a vulnerable prone position, Alix ripped a breathtaking uppercut into Stana's navel. Katic mewled and draped over at the waist, drool spilling from her gaping lips and dribbling to the canvas as her ass jut to the ceiling, her cheeks enveloping the spandex thong bottoms clinging to her hips.

Alix, finally feeling the tides of momentum swing in her favor, yanked Katic upright by her sweat-soaked auburn locks and slung a thunderous knee into Stana's sternum. There was a sickening, meaty bone-on-bone *THUD* as the Canadian's mouth dropped agape, her hazel bulbs widening as she throatily grunted for oxygen. The blonde was suddenly insatiable, snagging the shoulder straps of Katic's bra and yanking down, exposing her pert B-cupt. Katic blubbered as she swaddled her bosom, attempting to cover her stiffening caramel nipples as they fleshily spilled free from her awkwardly dangling top. Lynx then crow-hopped toward the ropes, using her grip on Stana's scalp to sling the reeling brunette across the ring.

"You call those things TITS?!" Alix howled, putting an exclamation point on her taunt just as she released Stana and sent her plodding heavy-heeled across the ring with a catapulting toss.

Stana clumsily rebounded off the ropes but suddenly found composure in her stride, her distressed demeanor turning to one of resilience. Just before Stana entered Alix's reach, she extended one of her pendulous gams and viciously speared the blonde straight through her pierced navel. Alix let out a gruff explosion of air, windedly huffing as she was slung over at the waist, kissing the canvas below. Katic was right back in control with the snap of a finger, hissing as she yanked Alix's arms behind her back one-by-one, chicken-winging the blonde's limbs and using them to impressively hoist her straight up in the air. Stana grunted with exertion as she balanced the squealing Lynx completely vertical, a breathtaking display of power and athleticism as she suspended Alix for a handful of seconds before detonating a brutal Implant Buster.

The blonde sickeningly trampolined off the canvas, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as her freed D-cups took the brunt of the impact, her chin receiving the rest and knocking her out cold. Lynx momentarily twitched and swayed on her knees before sloshing face down, her limbs splayed to each corner of the ring. As the blonde convulsed on her belly, Stana slid to her side and scooped one of her legs, scoring a breezy 3-count after a stunning knockout".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Molly Quinn

"Having played second fiddle to Katic for years on the set of Castle, living in the brunette's shadow constantly, it was finally Molly Quinn's chance for humiliation and revenge. Revenge is best served cold, but Molly couldn't subdue her youthful enthusiasm, surging early, fueled by white hot rage as she tossed the older Katic around the ring until she was a scattered, vulnerable, dishevelled mess. Quinn had ammassed plenty of damage as well, however, perhaps even more than her slowing opponent. The age difference was on the redhead's side, but experience and guile favored the brunette.

Stana sheilded her naked bosom as Molly extended beyond her reach in an attempt to finish the wounded, retreating brunette. Backing her slender spine against the ropes, Molly ripped and tugged at Stana's wrists, attempting to unravel her armbra and give the raucous crowd a peek at her perky tits, her golden-brown nipples stiffening, peeking through cracks in her cupping digits. Katic twisted and hoarsely squealed in protest, but she had grander plans than simply humiliation. With a furious yelp, the brunette slung her knee between Molly's split thighs, a fleshy *THUMP* preceding a pittiful wail from the frozen redhead. Molly's knees buckled and her fruitless attack fell to pieces, trembling as she awkwardly retreated a step and a half.

Katic straightened her statuesque frame and proudly puffed out her bare chest, beads of sweat trickling through her glistening cleavage, towering over the hunched Quinn and wagging her finger to the crowd as if no say; "No, no, no, this ain't no changing of the guard".

With two clumps of hair balled around her clenched fists, Katic thrust Molly's skull between her slender thighs, tucking her over at the waist. A resigned mewl trickled from between Katic's thighs as Stana clasped the waistband of Molly's bottoms and flossed the biting material between her bubbly, pale ass cheeks. Snaking her devilish digits around Molly's panting midsection, Stana athletically hoisted and twirled the redhead upside down before delivering a spine-tingling Tombstone Piledriver. A throaty gurgle seeped from Molly's lips as her skull was detonated against the mat, her body lifelessly spasming as she slumped face-down, arms and legs extended. Katic rolled the convulsing redhead to her backside with a heavy shove to her shoulder, unclasping Quinn's bra and allowing her B-cups to slosh free. The victorious brunette lightly pattered Molly's cheeks as her bulbs fluttered into the back of her skull, vacantly staring up at the rafters as Stana sensually arched over the sputtering redhead and scored a convincing 3-count leg-hook pin".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Molly Quinn

"Molly Quinn tried her best suppress her nervous jitters. After all, Molly knew if she were to show any fear, her opponent would easily pick up on it. Not because she was showcasing any flagrant signs of worry. She didn't stutter her words, she didn't twitch, she stood tall and walked with a purpose. But if Quinn was the least bit trepidatious, her opponent, Stana Katic, would pick up on it. Stana Katic knew Molly well. They both co-starred on the hit show, Castle. They knew each other's strengths, tendencies, and weaknesses.

Stana and Molly stood across the ring, sizing each other up. The two beauties stared deep into each other's eyes. Neither woman showed even a hint of fear.... that is until the bell sounded. Once the time keeper rang the bell, Molly, for a split second, broke eye contact. Katic's lips curled in a smirk as she confidently strode forward. Katic knew that deep down, Molly was vehemently frightened, as she should be.

The match was a one-sided slaughter. Stana meticulously broke down Molly, both physically and mentally, until the young woman was nothing more than a sobbing, writhing puddle on the mat. The shredded remnants of Molly's one-piece bikini were scattered across the ring, accompanied by strands of stray, fiery red hair. Quinn, no longer attempting to cover her nude body, hoisted herself to her hands and knees. Her arms trembled as she tried to support her own weight. In an effort to block out the savage audiences cheering and her opponent's cackling taunts, Molly kept her head low, allowing her red hair to cover her sobbing, flushed face. She focused her eyes to the mat, matching her tears splatter to the canvas.

To Molly's dismay, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't block anything out. The audience was too loud, Stana's glee was too palpable and the bright overhead spotlights were too hot! Molly wasn't use to the overhead lighting rig. The heat from the lamps were practically burning her alabaster skin and causing her to sweat. Molly just wanted for the match to end and, almost graciously, Katic granted her that desire. Stana climbed to the top rope and leapt off. While in mid-air, Stana extended her long legs out as she dropped down toward her prey. Katic landed on the back of Molly's neck with a jarring leg drop, driving the redhead face-first into the canvas!

Stana rolled the twitching young lady over, hooked one of her pale legs and leaned back. The audience whistled in approval at the sight of Molly's smooth snatch glistening under the arena lights. Stana received a three count, finally ending the one-sided affair".

- Submission by jdo90

Stana Katic vs. Sarah Chalke

"Exploding unceremoniously from the buried depths of the Flyweight rankings and vaulting to possible #1 Contender, Stana Katic would not be detoured from her dazzling comeback trail on this night. A very game Sarah Chalke had made the brunette work for her lead, but the aged blonde had begun to stumble down a slippery slope with Katic leading the leash.

That leash was literal at the moment, as Stana self-assuredly twisted Sarah's own sheer white bikini top around her throat and used the material to slingshot her across the ring. The blonde gulped and gurgled for oxygen as the biting spandex material tightened against her windpipe, her freed tits jiggling as she was forced into a trot, turning her back at the last possible moment as the springy ropes lassoed and catapult the hapless Chalke back towards a waiting Katic.

Stana stood with her heels dug in and arms wide open, her own naked chest glistening in bronzed contrast to the pale Chalke, a thunderous clap of flesh erupting as their two sternums splashed together. Sarah clumsily whipped to the canvas spine-first as if she'd hit a concrete wall, a mist of sweat exploding into the air and coating the mat below. The strangulated blonde hysterically pawed at her bare chest, panting for air but unable to catch her breath as the wind had been brutally knocked from her burning lungs. Katic proudly straddled the downed blonde and puffed out her naked bosom, her statuesque, glistening frame victoriously lording over the crumpled heap of flesh at her feet.

Without so much as a warning, Katic sensually craned at the waist and plunged her suffocating digits around Sarah's slender neck, hoisting the mewling blonde back to her feet. Chalke's rosy-painted toes brushed against the canvas as she swayed on her heels, gurgling as her flushed featured began to redden without blood circulation. With a callous screech, Katic lifted the blonde to her tippy toes then off the canvas completely, hoisting her nearly a foot off the ground in a breathtaking Standing Chokeslam. Chalke's ivory frame curled around Stana's extended forearm, gasping before her spine was driven ruthlessly into the mat below. The back of Sarah's skull slung with a bony thud to the mat and immediately rendered her unconscious, her splayed, naked frame sickeningly twitching as Katic pulled a single leg cover, beaming ear-to-ear as the 3-count rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Emily Addison vs. Stana Katic (Title Match)

"You wouldn't have been alone if you were calling for Stana Katic to be put out to pasture after a dismal 2-5 start to her career; an aging fighter who didn't appear to have much fight left. After a stunning, cripplingly humiliating defeat at the hands of pop superstar Kesha and her Lumberjack henchmen at PPV 16, no one would have blamed Katic if she'd have curled into the proverbial fetal position and folded her wrestling career. After the barbaric, invasive dismantling she was subjected to in that fight, burying her head in the sand was just about the only way she could have avoided seeing articles and social media posts with her brutalized, naked frame on inviting display. Instead, she valiantly scratched and clawed her way back to .500 and earned a Title fight against the streaking supernova Emily Addison. Putting Katic's paltry 3-fight winning streak to shame, Addison came into the night having won 5 in a row; including a breathtaking upset of Brooklyn Decker to earn the belt she was now defending.

Much to the surprise of the sold-out audience, Katic lept out to a seemingly insurmountable lead in this fight; tossing a ragged, sluggish Addison across the ring with ease. Reliving her "glory" days as the greatest wrestling jobber in the world, Addison was doe-eyed and vacant as she was slung mercilessly from post-to-post, sheepishly shielding her naked frame as she was finally left to sulk against the corner turnbuckle. Proudly standing topless opposite her nude, mewling foe was Katic, looking to finish off the whimpering porn star without so much as a peep of protest.

Just as her time seemed to be running out, the seemingly overwhelmed Addison suddenly sprung back to life, erupting with a flurry that left Katic visibly wounded and on the ropes herself. The towering brunette's lithe, statuesque frame wilted further with each furious strike; slobber-knocking elbows to her hanging jaw, boisterous, fleshy back-handed thwacks to her naked chest, agonizing breast-claws, and anything else the curvy porn star could think to throw at Katic hit home. Stana hoarsely wailed as she genuflected to a knee at Emily's hip, dribbling a mouthful of drool from her bottom lip as she cupped her golden-brown tits; bright red palm prints and nail streaks slowly dissipating from her bronzed skin.

Another throaty screech burst from Katic's lips as Addison climbed up the turnbuckle with Stana in-tow, two hands firmly twirled into her messy auburn locks, dog-walking the blubbering brunette behind her as Emily took an exhausted seat atop the turnbuckle facing the center of the ring. Katic's thighs quaked and buckled as Emily straightened her up to full height, then savagely thrust Stana face-first between her milky thighs. Katic's hazel bulbs stretched wide as her flushed features disappeared between the porn star's split stems, arms clumsily pinwheeling and prying at the springy ropes at her sides. Emily's own bulbs then rolled into the back of her skull as her spine stiffened and body came alive, expertly grinding her curvy hips against Katic's blubbering lips, massaging her naked slit against Stana's sweat-drenched nose and mouth. The more Stana twisted and squirmed, the heavier Emily began to pant, her buxom chest now bearing heavily down on Katic's forehead as her frame curled and spasmed, foaming with lust as she used the breathless actress like a fucktoy. Katic looked spent, her thighs trembling as though they would give out at any second as she was sensually suffocated between the fetish superstar's milky white gams.

Suddenly Stana's bucking ceased, as did her gurgling for oxygen and furious spasming. With Emily's frame electrified and rushing thoughtlessly toward a gushing orgasm, she had become lost in her own lust. Though Emily was still cupping the back of Stana's skull and forcing it into her kitty, Katic was able to pull back just enough to suck in a life-saving breath of oxygen, even if it was filled with the scent of Addison's sex. Curling her forearms over Emily's trembling thighs and balancing Emily on her shoulders, Stana artfully hoisted the seated Addison off the turnbuckle and pirouette. Finally realizing her mistake and snapping back to reality, Emily desperately twisted and squealed as Stana exhaustedly twirled toward the center of the ring and detonated the spine of her quaking counterpart against the mat below with a ruthless Powerbomb. Addison eeked out an abbreviated yelp as the back of her skull sickeningly whipped against the mat, her lights instantly flickering off as each limb was strewn messily to a different corner of the ring. Stana pulled her tongue from Emily's sex with a drained but wry smile, planting a sloppy smooch on the convulsing porn star's plump pussy lips before tossing her frame atop Addison's for a victorious 3-count pin.

"And your NEW Celebrity Wrestling Federation Flyweight Champion, Stana Katic!!!!"

- Submisson by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Lindsey Pelas (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"While it wasn't an official title defense for Stana Katic, it was her first match as reigning Queen of the Flyweight Division, and quite a bit was on the line. There weren't many other match styles offered in the CWF that required such a lengthy waiver to participate in, but Lumberjack & Jill matches had a history of turning gruesome. Not only was Katic hoping to avoid the humiliation that came with a defeat in one of these fights, but she was also looking to send a message to busty, blonde newcomer Lindsey Pelas.

It didn't take more than a few fiery exchanges for Pelas to prove she belonged in the same ring as Katic, but as the fight wore on it was the vet who was showing her savy. Limb-by-limb Katic slowly subdued Lindsey's twisting, squirming frame as she climbed from full guard into a textbook mount, pinning Lindsey's slender wrists to the mat, slipping her ankles around the blonde's calves to pry her thighs into the splits, Katic's toned gams overmatching Lindsey's shorter legs with ease. Katic toyed with her glistening, naked playtoy; stapled and spread like a helpless butterfly to the canvas. Pelas' will seemed all but broken as Stana released her fleshy shackles around her wrists and postured up for a moment to soak in the glory of victory; twirling Pelas' bunched bottoms around a finger before flinging them over the ropes into the front few rows.

"Don't be shy.... because they won't!" Katic softly cooed, motioning toward the waiting Lumberjacks & Jills at the ropes, inching Lindsey's pinching thighs further apart with her pendulous stems, parting her sleek, naked sex. Turning and looking back at her handiwork, Katic sensually pulled the drawstring of her own bikini bottoms and slipped out of the skin-tight material; her thick, sweat-soaked, manicured bush of pubic hair peeking out as the clingy material slid down her inner thighs and plopped to Pelas' belly. With a devilish grin Stana slid one of her slender stems up the side of the blonde's heaving abdomen; her plump, naked sex nuzzling against Lindsey's sleek cunt as she slithered up her belly, painting the blonde's navel with her sweat, wiggling into a lascivious mount of her squirming frame and preparing for a final face-sit smother. Katic's last hurdle was to bunny-hop over the model's delicious, teardropping tits; looking to plant her bubbly ass on the blonde's heaving orbs like a flag atop the mountainous peak. Perhaps foolishly, Stana's frame sagged as she planted her palms on the mat and readied for the exhaustive hop to clear Lindsey's bosom, and just as she hunched ever so slightly, Pelas exploded upwards and slung her arms over the actress' slender neck, desperately tangling her digits around two clumps of Stana's auburn locks and yanking her disheveled pony tail downward.

"NNNNNGGGGUUUHHHGGG -- GGGGLLLG -- HHMMMMmmmmmppphh" Katic hoarsely postured up and mewled, throatily wailing as the blonde wrenched and buried her twisted features between endless folds and mounds of flesh. Stana desperately began to twist, grind, and hump Lindsey's toned, flexing tummy as she kept her face stapled to her pillowy bosom. Katic's sweaty, mascara-smeared bulbs and cheeks momentarily burst out from their fleshy tomb as she bucked and wiggled, muffled pleas for mercy gurgling through folds of flesh as Lindsey expertly swaddled her cranium with both arms. The actress' digits curled and writhed into a fist, pounding the canvas just above Lindsey's shoulders as she attempted in vain to roll to her side. Katic's naked frame curled into a "C" atop Pelas', the brunette's legs pedaling clumsily for leverage before sliding into the splits, her bushy slit grinding against the blonde's abdomen as she spasmed and struggled. Stana's messy side pony tail painted Lindsey's face and upper half like a brush as it bobbed and twirled in her helpless convulsing, her talons finally coming out as she attempted to cattily scratch at Pelas' heaving orbs, but her limbs were already to the point that they wouldn't behave properly with her steering cut. Katic continued to hoarsely blubber and squeal as Lindsey's digits twirled further around her sweat-matted locks; the disheveled strands practically tied in knots around her screwdriver fingers giving her unbreakable leverage to keep Katic buried against her bony, bulging clavicles.

The first few ragged moments of Pelas attempting to lock in what would be a death-sentence Breast Smother looked more like a hockey-scrum; Katic's glistening, distressed features being helplessly facewashed across the blonde's flexing abdomen and chest in an attempt to nestle her skull square between her mammoth, heaving orbs. In fragmented moments of clarity Stana managed to pull and pry her twisted features off Pelas' sweaty sternum, stretching inches free for a mouthful of oxygen in one second, then plunging back between the blonde's fleshy pillows in the next. Katic's hazel bulbs bulged as they made one last dart toward the bottom of Pelas' chin, then they disappeared between the blonde's mushrooming tits for good.

"HHHHMMMPPHHFF -- MMMMNNMMMmmmmpphh..." Stana heaved against Pelas' sturdy frame, the brunette's squirming reaching a fever-pitch as Lindsey pinned her button-nose to the center of her cleavage, ripping and ragdolling her cranium back and forth until her feisty protests dissipated into weak, rhythmic bucks and convulsions. Katic's lower half surged sensually against the model's navel as Stana's sex painted Pelas' lower belly, the brunette's thighs gripping her flexing midsection as if she was riding the model in a wave of ecstasy before they began to quake and part once again, sagging limply into a revealing split as Katic collapsed. Stana's sweat-drenched, caramel nipples stiffened as they grinded against Lindsey's swelling underboob, pancaked flat to her own sternum by Pelas' collossal pair in one last display of chesty dominance. Katic's arms slithered down the blonde bombshell's abdomen until her hands feebly palmed her rib cage on either side of her frame; meekly pattering with what was intended to be crippling rabbit-punches, but in reality their strength barely made Pelas bat an eyelash. Finally Katic's sulking frame involuntarily heaved one last time, vacantly attempting to suck in a breath of life-saving oxygen but only inhaling smothering folds of flesh. Like a deadly anaconda, Pelas had managed to snuff out her prey in devastating fashion; her muscled twists, curls and coils unrelenting as they squeezed and buckled Stana's once-powerful, statuesque frame. Katic's spine curled as she sputtered to a lifeless stop atop Pelas, sickeningly twitching before sliding flat against the blonde's belly, curled into an awkwardly contorted shape as she spasmed and convulsed. The brunette's bubbly derrière jiggled as it propped up pointed skyward, her plump kitty lips peeking out from between her arched thighs as Lindsey kept her wounded butterfly stapled to her chest long past her expiration point, Katic's fleshy spasms and convulsions the only signs of life as she went to sleep between Pelas' vice-like tits.

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Before Katic's gently rocking frame had even been slung free of Lindsey's smothering embrace, the tightly-wound pair were mobbed by two silhouettes rushing the ring eager to begin the post-match humiliation. As former Flyweight Belt holder and #1 Contender, Brooklyn Decker, embraced and congratulated the rookie sensation, Katic's still-twitching corpse was awkwardly lifted airborne by one of the beefy Lumberjacks under Decker's command. With Brooklyn ushering the exhausted Pelas from the ring, Katic hung limply by her pony tail from the brute's palm, her spasming frame folded neatly over her own twisted stems as she dangled lifelessly from his grip. The brute's meat was already plopped free of his skin-tight shorts as Katic began to stir back to life, the head of his mammoth shaft piercing the slender curve of her spine just between her jutting shoulder blades. Katic pathetically gurgled as Brooklyn turned her attention back toward the current Flyweight Champion, pinching the brunette's flushed cheeks together to ensure she was coherent for the extra-curricular activities to come. Lifting her chin, the two came eye-to-eye as Stana defiantly snarled, her mascara-smeared eyelashes still fluttering away the cobwebs as an infuriated Decker reared back and whipped a devastating backhand slap into one of Katic's rosy cheeks.

"Enjoy your last few weeks as Champ... How about a little preview of what I'm gonna do to you?!" Decker scoffed as Katic's vacant skull violently recoiled from her backhand before swaying and drooping toward the canvas, the momentary show of resolve now sufficiently snuffed out.

With the commanding snap of a finger from Brooklyn, the Lumberjack dropped Katic in a heap of flesh at Decker's feet, then rushed to join a makeshift pit crew in rummaging through a duffle bag in the corner of the ring. The group of CWF staffers under the blonde's devilish control unveiled a staggering, 12'' rubber dildo from their bag of toys; quickly working to fasten and affix the massive mallet to the canvas so it was propped straight up pointing toward the rafters.

"Now STAND, whore..." Decker barked, gripping Katic's pony tail with one hand and forcing her to her knees with a gruff tug. The blonde slid her opposite palm down Stana's belly until she cupped the brunette's mound, then roughly ripped at Katic's bush, eliciting a throaty squeal as she pulled Stana up to both feet by her pubic hair. Tears began to well in the corners of Stana's bulbs as she woozily staggered on her heels, sagging as Brooklyn commanded every straining muscle in her agonized, bronzed frame. With another domineering tug, Decker tucked the wilting brunette's skull between her thighs. Stana's bronzed stems slid apart as her frame arched in half at the waist, her sweat-soaked cunt tantalizingly peeking out from between her slender, spread thighs. With the Lumberjack's work now finished securing the dildo upright in the center of the ring, he was free to have his fun, circling back behind the splayed actress and gruffly massaging her slit with his meat. Katic's frame buckled and twisted as the ravenous Lumberjack mashed and grinded his bulging head against Stana's drenched muff of pubic hair, then toyed with her plump lips, playfully parting her slit with his veiny member until she boisterously wailed in protest. Without warning the brute coiled his hips and thrust forward with crippling power, bludgeoning Katic's tight hole and stuffing every inch of his shaft up her slit. Katic breathlessly wailed as her frame stiffened in paralysis, her mouth dropping agape as a stream of drool leaked from her lips, dribbling off her pearly white teeth as she froze, forced to take more than she could. With Decker upping the neck-crushing pressure with her thighs, Stana hoarsely whimpered as the Lumberjack pumped again, and again, and again, working into a lathery rhythm as Katic's fleshy, teardropping tits clattered with each impaling of her lips. The brunette fought back tears as she grit her teeth tightly, her entire frame stiffening and flexing with each brutal thrust as her palms cupped the backs of Brooklyn's thighs. Even the regal blonde couldn't help but shutter with each piercing pump, all three frames rocking in unison as the Lumberjack brutally filled Katic's fuckhole.

"No, no! You know the plan!" Decker scolded as the Lumberjack's features began to twist, getting ready to burst inside Katic's tight, dripping walls. Like a reprimanded puppy the Lumberjack slinked away, slipping his twitching cock out from between Stana's overwhelmed thighs and wiping the dribbles of precum across Stana's arched lower back. Stana pleadingly whimpered with her head still trapped between Brooklyn's thighs, the brunette's slender stems quaking with lust and exhaustion, her own juices dribbling down her inner thighs, mixing with his trickling between her bubbly ass cheeks as the Lumberjack kept his meat plopped right atop her lower back, ready to split the brunette back open at Brooklyn's command.

Instead, Brooklyn tucked both arms against Stana's furiously panting belly and ripped the hunched brunette up by the waist, twisting Katic over her shoulders. The powerful blonde paused in mid-air in flawless Widow's Peak position, carefully shuffling backwards until she lined up Katic's pelvis with the rubber club screwed to the canvas below. Katic clumsily squirmed as her stark nude frame was arched against Decker's bowing spine; her chin blindly hooked and pointed skyward, her skull pinned against Brooklyn's shoulder, her split ankles resting on opposite sides of the blonde's hips. With stunning, spine-rattling precision, Brooklyn dropped the mewling brunette into a crippling Widow's Peak; Stana's head slinging forward as the back of her skull spiked Brooklyn's shoulder. The entire ring quaked as Stana's bent knees impaled the canvas below, then folded and chicken-winged into the splits as a sickening *CLAP* of flesh erupted from between her thighs, the entire club dildo disappearing as it impaled her tight slit. The brunette's arms flung above her head as her bare sternum violently convulsed, her hazel bulbs rolling into the back of her skull as a single tear streaked through the mascara smeared across her rosy cheek. Katic momentarily stiffened on her haunches before teetering to one side, then lulling back forward, her naked frame flexing with spasms and convulsions as she remained propped up on her haunches with the paralyzing rubber cock stuffed halfway up her insides. Katic's arms dangled limply at her sides as her frame scrunched into a devastated, buckled "C", lifelessly propped up by the rubber shaft filling her guts. The brunette's fleshy, teardropping tits spasmed as the Lumberjack approached her glistening, unconscious frame once again and parted her glossy lips with his head, pushing past her pearly white teeth and filling her throat. Moist plops and gurgles were the only sounds that escaped Katic's lips as she was ferociously skull-fucked, her frame sickeningly jolting with a handful of thrusts before the Lumberjack mercifully burst. The Lumberjack's used fuck toy gagged and gurgled as the brute held his spurting cock down her throat, filling her mouth until waves of cum exploded from her lips and dribbled down her chin, coating her quaking tits with his load. Still agonizingly propped up on her haunches, the brunette's wilted frame continued to spasm as he finally released his commanding grip on her pony tail and allowed her head to hang, sputtering up mouthfuls of cum across her scrunched abdomen and bushy mound as she slipped further into unconscious convulsions.

"This is your Champion?!" Brooklyn venomously scoffed, straddling the hollowed-out brunette from behind and proudly lifting her skull by the pony tail, displaying Katic's heaving, spurting body for the cameras to get a tight shot of her devastated frame".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Lindsey Pelas (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"As Stana waited in her corner for the fight to begin, she couldn’t help herself but ask, “can someone explain to me why I am fighting a rookie? I am literally a division champion.” Lindsey’s laugh in response prompted Stana to ask “Did I say something funny?”

Lindsey laughed again, stared quizzically at Stana, and only then began to speak, “Oh wait, you’re serious?  Are you actually serious Stana? I like to do research on my opponents before I fight them and it turns out, outside of your fluky title match, your victories are against opponents that are a collective 5-19 in CWF matches or in other words you could only beat losers that have lost 80% of their matches in this league. If Emily hadn’t forgot there was a match going on while she used your face a sex toy, you would have suffered yet another humiliating defeat and learned your place. Instead, now you’re a ‘champion’, and think that means you’re better than everyone in this division when in reality Vegas wouldn’t give you better than even odds against the top 15 in this division and in reality, if you asked a bookie, he’d tell you you’re the underdog in this match, hun.”

Stana’s arrogant facade immediately dropped as she tried to stammer out a response, “Well, yeah you know what, I — you — well — I’m gonna —”

Lindsey finally interrupted the struggling wrestler, “Wow, I figured you’d crumble quick after talking a big game, but damn, that was quick. I don’t even think I’ll need these to shut you up,” she said as she palmed her jugs, presently covered by a stunning, hot pink, one-piece swimsuit.

Almost as an act of mercy, the referee finally rang the bell and signaled for the match to start, saving Stana from any further verbal embarrassment. Unfortunately for Stana, it simply meant the physical humiliation was about to begin.

While Stana expected the rookie to be an easy opponent to put away, with a breast smother being the only thing to fear, Stana instead found herself rattled mentally, physically overpowered, and dominated in every respect early on in the bout. Lindsey clearly came in with a plan on how to exploit Stana’s weaknesses and status as the current champion to propel her to stardom as she buffeted Stana early with strikes before faking a jab in order to grab Stana’s hair and pull her into a knee strike that immediately set up a headlock. Following a sequence that felt like a blur to Stana, she was very vulnerable to the next step in Lindsey’s plan: the DDT. Now completely disoriented and on the ground, Lindsey was about to prove to Stana she was at the very least a capable grappler as well.

Lindsey displayed her nimbleness by transitioning immediately from her power move into a kimura, locking her legs in position, and cranking up the pressure. Stana cried out in pain, though to her credit refused to submit this early in the match. Lindsey smiled, quite pleased with the current situation as she said, “Don’t worry, Stana, while I could easily force you to submit to me in this hold, I won’t crank up the pressure too much. I still intend to play with you some more.” Instead of finding much pleasure in that pronouncement, Stana found more fear, knowing that if she were to anger Lindsey too much in this hold the pain could get much worse than the already hard to bare levels. A few moments later she began to see a little hope. She knew she would take a beating, but much like in her match with Emily, if she could just take the pain Lindsey dished out while being played with, she could find an opening to mount a counter attack and go for the win and it was that hope that gave Lindsey the strength to carry on.

After a few more moments, Lindsey let her out of the kimura while keeping a hand on her arm and grabbing Stana’s hair, ensuring Stana was going nowhere. Using her firm grip, Lindsey pulled Stana’s head right into her waiting legs and locked in a headscissor. Lindsey absolutely loved the sight as she had an unobstructed view of Stana’s watering eyes, while Stana’s mouth and nose were resting on her crotch, she had managed to get a solid grip on both of Stana’s arms, could see Stana’s lower body stretched out ahead flailing aimlessly, and had framed Stana’s face with her own luscious thighs.

“Oh Stana, I love seeing you struggle. It would almost be cute it if it’s wasn’t quite so pathetic,” Lindsey said with a smirk. “Nothing to say now, Stana? I suppose I really have silenced you without even bringing these two in,” Lindsey laughed as she proceed to roll over to her side, letting go of Stana’s arms, and continued the headscissor that Stana had already been trapped in for the past two minutes. “You’re lucky I’m only squeezing at 30-40%, Stana, otherwise you’d be a mess. But not, I just want to drain you of your ability to resist while showing off what I can do. After all what better way to make a splash than toying with your division’s champion? Even if you are overrated?” she said with her alluring confidence. Lindsey proceeded to raise her hips and torso, supporting herself with her now freed arms before telling Stana “I’m sorry to say you’re probably not going to like this much” as she rapidly slammed her hips back into the ground, delivering shock after shock to the head of Stana while continuing to toy with her.

“Well Stana, it’s been a lot of fun, but I think it’s time to ends this match now. I’m going to start squeezing progressively harder and you can either tap out or pass out. I definitely recommend you choose the former, as you don’t want to get knocked out before this punishment round,” she said threateningly to no response again.

“Well here’s 50%, let’s see how you do,” Lindsey taunted. As Stana felt the strength of Lindsey’s thighs squeeze her head, she wanted to submit to Lindsey and put an end to the round and as she raised her hand to tap out, Stana exclaimed, “Here’s 60!” causing Stana to let you an involuntary yelp and tap on Lindsey’s thighs rapidly.

The ref quickly announced, “your winner, by headscissor submission, Lindsey Pelas!” before exiting to allow the punishment round to begin.

Lindsey laughed, “couldn’t even make it to 70 huh? Oh well, time to move onto the punishment round where I could show you 70 and 80 or…”

Lindsey let her words trail off as she released Stana and shifted her body to take a kneeling position at Stana’s head before extending her legs backwards while keeping her torso slightly elevated, just enough to leave an inch of separation between Lindsey’s breasts and Stana’s petrified face. “Well, remember how you got humiliated in a lumberjack and jill match last time? Yeah, well, this is going to be worse. A lot worse.” And without any further ado her tits descended onto Stana’s face, leaving Stana seeing nothing but darkness and breathing nothing at all. “Well get in line boys and girls, she’s yours to take while I keep her drifting in and out up here.” The first lumberjack excitedly discarded Stana’s bottoms before tossing her legs onto his shoulders as he plunged right into Stana’s pussy, causing Stana to let loose a loud moan right into Lindsey’s chest, or at least it would have been if not for the fact it was completely muffled by the breast smother. “Keep it up, the way her moans tickle my chest tells me is loving it.”

Only too happy to keep pounding away, he kept triggering Stana’s moaning with every pump, only for those moans to be swallowed by Lindsey's chest. Every minute Lindsey would lift up and let Stana get a breath before descending immediately back down into her reverse breast smother. After a couple minutes, the first lumberjack let loose his load into her, as Lindsey beckoned a lumber jill to take the next shift. Scarlett Johansson happily thrust her strap-on into Stana’s pussy while thrusting a dildo into her ass. As Scarlett masterfully worked both, she taunted Stana mercilessly and continuously, emphasizing that she would be coming for that title and that Stana was no match for her. After a few more minutes of smothering keeping her on the brink and Scarlett fucking her in both holes, Stana began to visibly quiver and twitch, barely able to keep control of her own body. As Lindsey lifted up her chest again, she slipped off her one-piece’s straps, freed her rack, and told Stana, “Sorry, hun, but this is the last time I lift up for the next few minutes, so you better take a deep breath,” and dropped back down again.

“Hey, Scarlett,” Lindsey said with a slightly evil smirk, “I think you got less than a minute and a half before she’s out for good, so you better make it count.”

“Don’t worry,” said Scarlett without breaking her rhythm, “I’ll have her done in a minute for sure,” as she let out a chuckle. “Little slut won’t know what hit her”

“Poor little slut indeed," replied Lindsey, “no one lasts long in here anyways, let alone while getting fucked like she is right now. But then again, every lumberjack out here and some of the lumberjills would love to have their face right here, so maybe I shouldn’t feel too bad for her.”

Thirty seconds later, Stana finally orgasmed, and Scarlett pulled out leaving Stana a weak, wet, shivering mess with even less air than a moment ago. “Well now that’s done, I’m afraid it’s time for you to take a nap,” taunted Lindsey. “I beat you without them with ease, but I think it’s important to show you and the rest of the league why this rack is to be feared. Sweet dreams.”

A few moments later and Stana was out and the career of Lindsey Pelas appeared to have been born."

- Submission by Anonymous

Stana Katic vs. Lindsey Pelas (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"The busty blonde bombshell had impressed in her CWF debut, keeping up with the veteran Flyweight Champion step for step and punch for punch. That was all changing though as Katic had stripped the stacked blonde of her bra, using the massive cups to momentarily distract the Maxim model as Stana threw the brassiere straight in the face of her fair-haired foe. "Bitch!" Pelas screamed, only to gain the wind knocked out of her lungs a second later as Katic rammed her back first into the turnbuckle post, Lindsay's massive golden breasts bountifully bouncing freely above Stana's head.

The Castle star had the rookie right where she wanted her when she suddenly felt hands lock onto her wrists, pulling outwards towards ringside. Katic couldn't move, she couldn't shake her arms free and out of the nail piercing wristlocks that kept her head first under Lindsay's massive chest. "Let me fucking GO!" Screamed the statuesque brunette, her right eye filled with the sight of Lindsay's sweaty, gold belly but her left leaving her a slight field of view. Lustrous crimson hair, smooth pale skin, it had to be Molly Quinn.

Breathing pained and heavy breaths Pelas looked down to see that Stana hadn't moved an inch, her driving shoulder still piercing Pelas' prized toned tummy like a stake. "What the fuck are you doing?" Pelas screamed, launching a cavalcade of elbows, punches, scratches and kicks all the to the back of the tortured Canadian, her screams and lack of movement giving Pelas pause as she couldn't convince her slender foe to move. "Lift her up into those fucking utters you idiot," screamed a lumberjill from behind, Pelas' head not able to swivel far enough to see who suggested it, to see who'd she thank after her victory.

Grabbing two heavy handfuls of Katic's silky hazel hair, Lindsay slowly forced the tall brunettes head straight in-between her mountainous golden mammaries. Stana's face was completely engulfed in-between the blonde's sweaty, golden planets and before long Katic could feel her air running out, the only sensations left were the feeling of Lindsay's soft jiggling skin against her cheeks and the unmistakable smell of sweat left after a long fight in the crevice of Pelas' mammoth pair.

Catcalls rang out as Katic's body trembled, her arms shaking as she kept trying to pull free out of the dark prison her face was caught in. Stana screamed into the void, her voice nearly completely muffled as Lindsay groaned, breathing in heavily as Katic's shoulder retained it's place in her gut. "Tap out you stupid old bitch!" Pelas screeched, desperate to escape the corner, the muffled noise amidst her breasts getting quieter and quieter, the air she could feel breathing against her chest slowing until she could feel Stana's body slowly go limp.

"What the fuck?" Lindsay grunted, Katic's body falling backwards with a THUD as she hit the mat, her whole body laid out spread-eagle on the canvas.

"Your winner by KO, Lindsay Pelas!" The referee approached the confused blonde, hoisting her arm up unceremoniously as she stared around in a happy confusion, one arm still caressing her aching, battered gut. Behind her Molly Quinn and Alix Lynx slid into the ring, Lynx the mystery hand that had kept Stana's other hand in its place. Pelas was basking in her win, unaware of the circumstances but happy as the crowd roared for the gorgeous golden-haired blonde. She felt like she had done it all on her own, but it was only when she turned around to see Stana that she discovered how she had actually obtained her victory. Katic's body was marked in bright red lipstick with two sweeping sets of letters. MQ and AL."

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Stana Katic vs. Brooklyn Decker (Title Match - Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)

"The once-raucous arena had been silenced to a whisper by the frenetic pace of this bloody, barbaric Title fight suddenly grinding to a halt; each spectator almost too anxious to breathe. The suffocating heat of the sun beat down on both fighters as they stood opposite one another, both no more than a few ragged, clinging scraps of leather from being completely naked. An arrogant and defiant Brooklyn Decker postured to her full height, ballooning her massive, heaving bust toward Katic, punctuating her unrelenting dominance of the staggered brunette. Decker's swelling, naked orbs glistened with a light sheen of sweat that coated her sternum, flexing abdomen, and sleek, shaven mound; a stark contrast to her opponent who was dripping with heavy beads of perspiration. Stana, the Champion, was wilting opposite the blonde. Katic dropped heavily to a knee in the sand a few steps from Decker; their latest exchange gutting the brunette thanks to a thunderous knee to her pierced navel. The towering brunette's hazel bulbs stretched wide as she genuflect exhaustedly to a knee, her bare tits gently teardropping toward the ground, fleshily twitching with each breathless gag and gulp for oxygen. A mouthful of blood dribbled from Katic's lips as she struggled to remain propped upright with an unsteady palm, splashing to her bosom as it fell and streaking down her rapidly panting abdomen, finally being lost in the thick, manicured bush of pubic hair shaven above her plump slit.

As Brooklyn's eyes traced up Katic's pendulous, split stems, observing her handiwork, they glanced over the empty leather holster fastened around her slender thigh where Stana's blade used to be sheathed. Both feeling confident in their abilities, the two women had agreed at the beginning of the battle to fight with honor, discarding their weapons and settling this Championship fight with their bare hands only. Brooklyn had thoughtlessly and unceremoniously cast her wooden spear in the center of the sandy arena, trusting the brunette that it wouldn't come into play. But as Brooklyn continued to survey her downed opponent readying her kill, she noticed a flash of steel catching light from the sun as it rose from the sand. With a wicked grin Stana devilishly unearthed her previously discarded dagger and like two bolts of lightning, the two fighters suddenly dashed toward the spear that had been spiked straight up in the sand just between them; Brooklyn looking to even the odds and Stana looking to keep them stacked her own favor.

Now wielding a 6-inch blade, Katic wildly thrust and sliced toward any dangling hunk of flesh she could find; pirouetting through her unhinged swings and clumsily spinning like a top as Brooklyn artfully dodged and kept the reeling brunette at distance. Backing Decker further and further from her spear, Katic wrangled the upper hand despite not landing a single blow. Finally frustrated by her own ineptitude, the brunette hopped forward and slung a handful of sand into Brooklyn's eyes; a furious shriek erupting from the blonde as she was temporarily blinded. Like a flash, Katic closed their gap and followed with a piercing uppercut, driving the blade to the hilt into Brooklyn's heaving underboob. Decker wailed in agony as the shank sunk into her fleshy orb and burst out the other side, spraying a mist of crimson across the sandy pit as it impaled her right breast. Another mist of blood sloshed to the ground as Stana yanked the blade free, palming Brooklyn's pierced orb and rearing back for another furious slash; this time aiming to slice the mound of flesh clean off her sternum.

Despite being partially blinded, the telepathic blonde stunningly snagged Katic's wrist in mid-air, the brunette's hazel bulbs stretching wide in paralyzed shock as their arms quaked, locked with one another in a deadly struggle. Rather than attempting to overpower Katic, Brooklyn spun through a breathtaking reversal, a bone-chilling *CRACK* erupting before a throaty howl burst from Stana's pursed lips. In one artful motion, Brooklyn had parried Stana's reckless strike by catching her wrist, pirouetting, and snapping the brunette's forearm over her turned shoulder. Katic immediately lost control of the blade as her entire limb began to quake and spasm, awkwardly hyper-extended as the steel dagger fell right into Brooklyn's waiting grasp. The brunette's twisted features were already stained with dark mascara as tears welled in the corners of her hazel bulbs, swaddling her broken arm against her naked bosom and awkwardly stumbling away from the callous blonde. Katic's head hung low as she balanced on unsteady footing looking down at her bloodied and broken frame, her sweat-soaked and matted hazel locks that were once neatly twisted into tight braids, now were disheveled and caked with sweat to her temples and forehead. Blood trailed down her useless limb as her heels heavily stamped the sand, drenching her naked bush and mound with crimson. With another athletic leap, the newly armed Decker lurched toward the reeling Katic, cupped the back of her skull, and ruthlessly drove the blade through Stana's slender throat up to the hilt. Stana throatily gurgled as the blade sunk through her windpipe and erupted out the back of her neck, her hazel eyes vacantly fluttering as she remained frozen upright, drowning in her own fluids.

The detached, indomitable blonde pressed her naked frame into Stana's as she ruthlessly kept the brunette on her feet with a callous grip on her braided pony tail and one arm tucked beneath her armpit; locking eyes with the convulsing, sputtering Katic as she began to fade. Stana mewled unintelligibly as Brooklyn's naked frame intertwined with her own, Decker's bosom flattening Stana's B-cups to her sternum eliciting a delicate whimper as the pressure made it even more difficult to breathe. Brooklyn trailed her palm over Stana's quaking mound until a soft coo was felt on her neck, then with a wry smile the blonde hooked one of Stana's pendulous stems and allowed the brunette to teeter and fall to her backside in the sand, catching Stana's ankle as she fell to the ground. Katic continued to helplessly paw and grovel as she sputtered and gurgled on her own blood, her fingers gingerly tugging at the handle of the blade still lodged in her throat as she writhed on her back. Stana's twitching frame trailed heavily in the sand as Brooklyn dragged her to where the spear was still planted in the ground, lifting the wooden spike with a grunt as she kept Stana's thighs parted awkwardly into the splits, one leg folded up beneath her bubbly ass in the sand and the other craning up in the air over Brooklyn's shoulder.

Suddenly Stana let out a hoarse, throaty, deafening; "FFFFNNNggggGGGGGUUUUUUHHHG" as her slender frame buckled and twitched, sickeningly convulsing as Brooklyn bent forward and drove the steel head of her spear into Stana's cunt. The brunette's hips lifted off the ground as her plump, naked slit was mercilessly stuffed until the metal head disappeared into her pelvis. The veins in Stana's throat bulged and buckled as she awkwardly contorted around the wooden pike, her frame stiffening as Brooklyn slowly guided the pole through the entire length of her downed frame, spit-roasting her while she was still alive. The brunette's hazel bulbs rolled into the back of her skull as her mouth fell agape, mewling in agony as the piercing head of the spear slowly tore apart her insides; first ripping through her tight belly, then splitting her sternum, before finally exploding like an alien from just above her clavicles. Katic twitched and gagged for a handful of agonizing seconds before Brooklyn bent down and lifted Katic by her rigid frame, planting the shaft of the spear in the sand so Stana would stand upright. The brunette's head lulled to the side as a crimson drool began to leak from her lips, pooling in the sand below as her buckled corpse pitched and convulsed with a few dying breaths, finally lulling to a stop with her arms and split thighs resting at her sides.

"Your NEW Celebrity Wrestling Federation Champion.....BROOKLYN DECKER!!!!!"

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It took a moment to shake off the intense emotion of the virtual reality immersion experience, but before Stana could even comprehend the brutality with which she'd just lost her belt, she was already being wrangled and stripped by two boorish Lumberjacks. Their groping hands quickly tore through her spandex yoga gear, shredding the material and leaving it balled at her feet as she was tightly shackled, nude. Rather curiously, but at Brooklyn's behest, Katic's right ankle was restrained first, and rather than being hung with her arms over her head, Katic let out a horrified squeal as she was twisted upside down and strung from the ceiling by a single foot, left to dangle until Brooklyn arrived.

"Back where it belongs..." Decker arrogantly scoffed as she stepped through the door with the Title Belt hung over her shoulder, clad in just a baby blue bra and matching panties.

"You got what you wanted, what the fuck is this?!" Katic wailed as she twisted and squirmed upside down in her ankle shackle, seemingly unaware of the post-match stipulations. Katic began to twist and twitch as Brooklyn pulled out a gargantuan, meaty dildo and fixed it around her waist; the brunette mewling as Brooklyn mashed the tip of her rubber cock against Stana's pursed lips, grating the monstrosity against her pearly white teeth as she refused to open up. Looking to entice the fiesty brunette to open wide, she bent forward and grabbed hold of one of Stana's golden-brown nipples, ripping upwards on the tender flesh and nearly plucking the caramel areola off her chest with one ruthless tug. Stana throatily mewled as her pert breast was wrenched and pulled every which way, finally dropping her mouth wide open and begging for her throat to be filled if it meant the end of her breast torture. Brooklyn was happy to oblige as she thrust her hips forward and pumped the bulging shaft down Stana's throat. Katic gagged on the veiny rubber club as its outline protruded from her delicate throat, her eyes glazing over as they filled with tears. The brunette sputtered up a mouthful of drool as Brooklyn finally pulled out, rubbing the drool-soaked tip across Stana's flushed features, smearing mascara and spit across her cheeks before thrusting back down her throat. Stana's body twitched and quaked as Brooklyn kept the shaft pressed deeper down her throat longer and longer with each rhythmic thrust, testing the limits of her lung capacity as Stana continued to helplessly gurgle and gag, the veins in her throat bulging and crackling as she struggled for breath. A stream of drool trailed from the shaft to Stana's slobber-covered chin as Brooklyn pulled out one final time before pumping the dripping shaft back down Stana's throat, filling her mouth with a breathless gurgle. As Stana twitched and convulsed, Decker palmed both of her fleshy, spasming tits, giving the delicious B-cups a tender squeeze before moving her hands to trace Stana's mound. The brunette's frame went rigid as Brooklyn thrust three of her digits into Stana's wet slit, hooking her plump pussy lips and roughly massaging her swollen clit, tugging and fish-hooking the brunette's spread sex until she turned to jelly. Stana's thighs quivered as she sputtered and gurgled below, nearly unconscious as she continued to drown on her own drool below, Brooklyn pumping her digits between her spread lips until Stana's frame began to quake.

Stana's belly heaved one final time before suddenly Brooklyn stopped altogether, pulling the rubber shaft from her throat and removing her massaging fingers from Katic's dripping gash, leaving the edging Katic squealing for more. The brunette whimpered as she peered up at Brooklyn through sweat and drool-soaked hazel locks caked to her flushed features, biting her lip as she non-verbally begged Brooklyn to keep going. Her thighs trembled and shook, calling to Brooklyn, her pulsing, pink slit lusting after the blonde's expertly massaging digits. Without warning Brooklyn recoiled and yanked the Title Belt from her shoulder, callously slinging the steel and diamond-plated belt into Stana's cheek. The brunette hoarsely gurgled as her eyes instantly rolled into the back of her skull, twitching fleshily as she was knocked completely unconscious by the brutal strike. Her naked frame still spasming and hanging upside down by an ankle, Brooklyn removed the strap-on from around her waist and put on the blood-spattered belt. With Katic's thighs lifelessly parted into a revealing spread-eagle split as she hung from the ceiling, Brooklyn arched to her tippy toes and began digging through folds of flesh with the monstrous head of the cock. Having finally found her target, she roughly thrust the bulging shaft up Stana's asshole, cramming until another lifeless twitch shuttered from her dangling frame. A fallen Champion. Could she ever recover from this savage beating?"

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Brooklyn Decker (Title Match - Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)

"If you looked at the Vegas odds for this match before the match began you'd be convinced that Brooklyn was the reigning, unbeatable champ and that Stana was a hapless challenger. Quite to the contrary, Stana was the current champion, albeit one few, if any, respected while Brooklyn was the challenger, though generally perceived by most analysts as the greatest flyweight fighter the CWF had ever seen. This dynamic wasn't just visible in Vegas, it was very much visible in the arena as both fighters approached each other to start the match; the blonde challenger seemed liked she had nary a worry in the world and all the airs of a bona fide champion while Stana seemed terrified of her challenger from the get go.

While they circled each other, Brooklyn began her barrage of trash talk, taunting Stana, "are you sure you don't want to surrender now and let me put a painless end to this match? While it is in virtual reality, the neural links they outfitted us in addition to the normal VR tactile suit make sure we feel everything our virtual fighters do. Trust me when I say they work incredibly well and they only turn off once the win condition is met. I can end this painlessly for you now and take my rightful place as the champion or you can make me fight for it. If you choose the latter, mark my words, you will suffer tremendously and live to regret it."

Stana looked at Brooklyn dumbfounded and replied, "how dare you speak to the champion that way?" While the words were strong the delivery wasn't as it came out sounding more like the voice of a whimpering tabby cat than the proud lion a champion ought to sound like. Brooklyn merely smirked, laughed, and then responded with a cold, menacing voice, "well, I see you chose death, then." Stana gulped and took a step back, clearly taken aback by Brooklyn's declaration. On the other hand, after delivering her threat, Brooklyn immediately bounded towards Stana before launching herself like a missile at her foe. Stana, stunned perhaps half a second too long by Brooklyn's words, found herself bent in half by Brooklyn's shoulder as she is brutally taken to ground by the legendary Brooklyn Decker.

"A SPEAR! BROOKLYN TAKES STANA DOWN IMMEDIATELY WITH A SPEAR TO OPEN THE MATCH," yelled Brooke, one of the commentators. "Yes, well, this is about what one would expect when an aggressive fighter gets in the arena with a far less talented fighter in a high stakes match. I expect Brooklyn to keep the gas pedal down and not relent much in her attack with the possible exception for a little showboating," added Dani, the other commentator.

Brooklyn wasted little time as she continued to press the assault, rolling Stana onto her belly. She quickly sat on Stana's back and pulled Stana's arms onto her thighs before wrapping her hands around Stana's chin. "THE CAMEL CLUTCH LOCKED IN BY BROOKLYN, STANA IS IN TROUBLE NOW," yelled Brooke. Dazed and confused, Stana was unable to resist Brooklyn's moves at all before Brooklyn yanked back on her chin ferociously. Stana immediately yelped as the pain in her back and neck rippled through her like a strike of lightning. Stana began tapping immediately, unable to bear the pain, so clearly overwhelmed by the torture Brooklyn was heaping on her she forgot one important thing.

"Am I seeing this right, Brooke? Is Stana tapping? Surely this is early to be tapping in any match, but to be doing so in a match like this is just...pathetic," Dani continued. Brooklyn laughed sadistically as she cooed to her already mentally defeated foe, "Stana, Stana, Stana...don't you remember the rules on how this match can end? You're mine until I choose to end this match for good. You should have surrendered while you had the chance."

Instead of releasing her, Brooklyn took Stana's repeated tapping on her thigh as encouragement to lean back and pull even harder on Stana's chin, amplifying the damage done to her poor neck and back. Stana cries out in agony as she squirms and flails in an attempt to secure her freedom, but unfortunately for her those struggles do little but to embarrass her. "Any fan of Stana's watching here or at home has to be disappointed," Brooke said, shocked by the one-sided affair unfolding early in the match. "Indeed, Brooke, Stana is simply overmatched here. Unless she can mount some clever counters quickly this match will be a question of when and how, not if, Brooklyn takes the flyweight belt.

Eventually, Brooklyn was satisfied with the damage she inflicted with her camel clutch and let Stana's head fall to the mat. Brooklyn hopped to her feet, struck a pose for her fans, and then lifted Stana up to her feet. Brooklyn then whipped Stana towards the arena walls, smiling as she hears Stana groan from the impact of her back slamming into the limestone wall. Brooklyn cupped her chest and asked the crowd "I think it's time for the girls to have just a little bit of fun with Stana, don't y'all?" She then sprinted straight at Stana and leaped into the air, setting up Brooklyn to hit Stana with her trademark Brooklyn Splash, a truly devastating breast-to-face splash. The commentators are left speechless as Stana's face takes the splash head-on, taking immeasurable damage from it as her legs give out and her body slides slowly down the arena wall.

Brooklyn chooses to arrest this fall, however, as she grabs the barely conscious Stana under the arms, pulls her up slightly, and turns her around so she is facing the wall. Brooklyn slips her right hand around Stana's right thigh while slipping her left around Stana's chin. "OH NO, BROOKLYN IS GOING FOR A TORTURE RACK! STANA'S BACK DOESN'T STAND A CHANCE!" Brooke yelled as Brooklyn lifted Stana onto her back and began pulling down hard on Stana from both her neck and her thigh, bending Stana's back brutally. Stana's agonizing shrieks pierced the eardrums of all those in attendance, but to Brooklyn the shrieks sounded like a wonderful melody, or perhaps a world class orchestra that she, through her violent holds, was the conductor of. Stana's eyes were filled with tears as she tried tapping again, this time to jeers from the crowd, derision from the commentators, and laughs from Brooklyn. "How on earth did a dumb, weak fool like you become champion? You know you can't tap right, so why do you even try? Do you think I will show you any mercy?"

Brooklyn ignored the tap as she continued squeezing for another twenty seconds, before demonstrating her incredible strength and technique that made her the top fighter in the entire flyweight division as she switched her grip on Stana, spinning Stana off and around her neck before slamming Stana viciously onto her knee in a vicious backbreaker. Once again speechless and dumbfounded by Brooklyn's ruthless display, the commentators watched silently in awe, as did the fans, as Brooklyn rolled Stana's body off her knee and onto the arena floor.

Over the course of the next twenty minutes, Brooklyn subjected Stana to painful hold after painful hold, as she moved from targeting her opponents back to just about every other body part and joint Stana had. By the end of it all, Stana was somehow an even more broken and whimpering mess than she was after the torture rack and backbreaker slam, a feat that seemed impossible at the time. Satisfied she sent the message she wanted to, not just to the flyweight division, but to the entire CWF, namely that she is not only the best flyweight fighter but one of the best CWF fighters regardless of weight class, Brooklyn begins to make preparations for the end of the match.

With Stana weak and unable to mount even a token resistance, Brooklyn started her preparations by grabbing a bunch of thin, but strong wire from the weapons rack and bringing it back to where Stana remained laying. "Nighty night, forever," Brooklyn cooed as she lifted up her sports bra and pulls Stana's face into her chest with one hand while using the other to roll back down her top, trapping Stana's face in her buxom prison. Brooklyn then takes one of the wire strands and wraps it around her torso, just above her chest, ensuring the top of her sports bra remains flush with skin, preventing Stana's head from sliding upwards and out of the confines of the sports bra. After tying off the first strand she then wraps a second wire strand around Stana's neck and her torso, at the very bottom of her chest, ensuring that Stana's head can't escape downwards either.

While Brooklyn ties Stana to herself, she enjoys feeling the whimpering moans that escape Stana's lips, knowing that her breast smother is devastating her opponent and draining her of her last drops of air. Brooklyn quickly finishes up the wire tying job by tying their torsos together and by lifting Stana's legs up around her hips and then tying Stana's legs together in that position. Finished with the setup work, Brooklyn walk to one of the staircases leading from the pit to the arena stands and starts to walk up the stairs while carrying Stana's rapidly fading body with her. Once she makes it to first row, she turns left and stands on the edge of the arena wall.

"Are you all ready for me end Stana's night in this arena permanently!?!" Brooklyn yelled to the crowd. The crowd responded with a massive uproar of approval while the commentators both expressed their confusion as to what Brooklyn was planning on doing here. Dani asked perplexedly, "Is she just going to smother her opponent out with her opponent's face trapped in her sports bra? Or does Brooklyn have something more sinister up her sleeve? If the former, why does she need to ascend the arena steps...and if the latter, what's the plan now that she's there?"

Those question were answered as Brooklyn jumped off the 12 foot high arena walls, driving Stana's head directly into the hard arena floor below, while maintaining her breath-stealing, life-draining, soul-sucking breast smother. Stana's croaking, muffled screams of agony from the impact caused Brooklyn's heart to flutter as did the immediately following convulsions. the crowd rose to their feet and gave Brooklyn a standing ovation, celebrating not just her victory, but the dominant way she won, especially the finisher. Despite having sent Stana's virtual form to the afterlife, Brooklyn laid on top of her, breast smother still intact, for an hour extra just to rub in her victory and soak in her return to the position of CWF Flyweight Champion! "Future challengers to Brooklyn's primacy beware, the same fate may meet you!" Brooke warned before signing off."

- Submission by NoAirZone

Stana Katic vs. Brooklyn Decker (Title Match - Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)

The digital holograms of Stana Katic and Brooklyn Decker warped onto the battlefield -- the Gladiatrix arena. Their lithe bodies are scarcely garbed in white togas. Just like the fighters, the arena was also digital, built entirely out of pixels. But that didn't make this match any less brutal for the competitors, all of whom felt as if they were actually standing on the hot, blood-stained sand covering the ground. Both women knew what was at stake -- the coveted golden belt -- the Flyweight Championship.

The CWF exec's apparently spent a good amount on producing a realistic setting for this inaugural event. The digital stadium didn't digitize to a new structure at the beginning of every fight. Instead, it reflects the previous battles that had taken place earlier in the day. Anytime a drop of blood was spilled, that blood drop wouldn't disappear at the start of the next fight. The battlefield, as well as the stone platform and columns within it, reflect the chaos of the fights beforehand.The massive stone columns that once stood erect, surrounding a raised stone platform, are now reduced to rubble, with exposed rebar jutting skyward. The stone steps leading to the platform are chipped and speckled with blood and clumps of hair. The coarse sand blanketing the stadium battleground is stained crimson and the weapons that were used by others now lay broken on the ground.

Katic, although the reigning, defending Champion, appeared timid, nervously shifting her bare feet, her wide expressive eyes nervously darting around, doing anything to avoid eye-contact with the blonde bombshell standing before her. Many people, professionals and fans alike, were betting for Brooklyn to demolish the lanky Champion and it's safe to say, after witnessing the opening minutes, their bets were safe. Katic, instead of facing her foe, made a beeline for the nearest intact weapon she could find. The reigning Champion's darting eyes land on the hilt of a sword protruding out of the sand. She sprints across the arena, her bare heels kicking up clouds of red-tinted sand with Brooklyn chasing behind. Stana, like a baseball player running for home plate, drops down and slides across the sand, her hand reaching out and snatching the hilt of the sword. But, to her dismay, they were all damaged beyond any use.

Once Brooklyn finally caught up with the cowardly Champ, things went downhill for Katic very quickly. Within minutes Stana was stripped nude and beaten to a pulp. Blood trickled from her forehead, down her nose and onto her exposed breasts, giving the Champion a gruesome crimson mask. Curling her fingers into a thick clump of blood-stained hair, Decker hauls the whimpering, wounded Champion to her bare feet and hauls her up the broken stone steps leading to the raised platform in the center of the ancient Colosseum. Brooklyn casually walks to the far edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the destroyed rubble beneath her. Concrete and stone lay 6 feet below her. Old, rusty exposed rebar juts out of the destroyed concrete, standing tall above the rubble, just like Brooklyn. The busty blonde drinks in the surging feeling of power coursing through her body. She breathes in the hot air, allowing this moment to wash over her -- in a few minutes she will be the new champion. But the hair wrapped around her fist suddenly pulls tight, followed by a pathetic squeal from Stana, turning Brooklyn's attention back to the task at hand.

"Where do you think you're going?" Brooklyn snaps as Stana tries to squirm away, pulling futilely against Decker's wrist. "Let goooo of meeeeee!" Katic whines, sounding less like a champion and more like a scared little girl. "You're PATHETIC!" Decker snarls, lifting her foe's chin, the two staring eye-to-eye. Stana's eyes were practically vacant, her mascara-smeared eyelashes trying to bat away the thick cobwebs trapping her body and mind. Tears well in Stana's eyes and slowly trickle down her swollen face. She can barely stand, drunkenly swaying, her bare feet slipping on the hot, sand-dusted stone as if the platform were made of ice. With her fist still wrapped tightly with Katic's hair, Decker slams her knee into Stana's belly, forcing Champion to hunch over at the waist. Her bronzed frame sags and wilts as Stana stares at the surface of the platform, sucking and wheezing for air.

Decker uses Stana's hair to jerk the brutalized brunette's skull between her towering tan thighs. Stana's sun-kissed legs wobble, her heels unsteadily skating apart causing her sweat-soaked labia to flirtatiously peek out from between her slender, spread thighs. Brooklyn bent over, resting her massive breasts on Katic's bent spine, and wrapped her arms around Stana's heaving, firm abdomen. The blonde bombshell roars as she rips the doubled-over brunette up by the waist and hoists the lanky brunette up over her shoulders! Brooklyn, mirroring a move she previously annihilated the Champion with, places Stana in a flawless Widow's Peak position. "Remember this position?" Decker smirks, "I told you, during the lumberjack match, that what I did was only a preview. Just wait until what I have in store for you this time, honey!" Brooklyn growls, carrying Stana like a backpack to the edge of the platform. Katic clumsily squirmed as her stark nude frame was arched against Decker's bowing spine; her chin blindly hooked and pointed skyward, her skull pinned against Brooklyn's shoulder, her split ankles resting on opposite sides of the blonde's hips.

Taking a deep breath, Brooklyn leaps off the platform, soaring through the sky, and lands ass-first on the blood-spattered ground. With stunning precision, Brooklyn dropped the mewling brunette into a crippling Widow's Peak; Stana's head slings forward as the back of her skull slammed against Brooklyn's shoulder. A sickening squelch erupted from between Stana's split thighs as Brooklyn impaled the sniveling brunette pussy-first onto the jagged rebar. Three feet of the rusted, thick, gnarled metal rod disappered, stabbing inside her tight slit, causing her labia to bulge out. Stana's kneecaps collided with the shattered stone and concrete below, rendering her legs useless, not that it even mattered at this point... she was done for. The brunette's arms flew outwards as her bare sternum violently convulsed. Katic's hazel eyes were popping out as tears streaked through the mascara and specks of blood smeared across her puffing cheeks. Her face was frozen in shock, reminiscent of Edvard Munch's masterpiece painting, "The Scream". Brooklyn, for her part, had painted a masterpiece herself, using Stana Katic as her canvas. Blood began trickling from the corners of Stana's gaping mouth and faint gurgling sounds bubbled from her throat.

Brooklyn rises up, brushing sand off her ass before turning around, and sees Stana brutally impaled on the rebar, her frame stuck in the reverse cowgirl position. Wanting to see the look in her foe's eyes, and wanting to cause as much pain as possible, Brooklyn grabs Stana by the shoulders and cruelly spins her around until they are face-to-face, twisting Stana on the gnarled metal as if she were threading a nut on a bolt.

Katic momentarily stiffened on her haunches before teetering backwards. As she leans back, the rebar is visibly outlined against her skin, showing that it tops out at her sternum. Stana lulls forward, her naked, impaled frame flexing with spasms and convulsions. The broken beauty remains propped up on her haunches with the paralyzing, deadly rebar shoved halfway up her insides. Katic's arms go completely limp, falling at her sides, her fingers sporadically twitching.

Stana's devastated frame eventually stops swaying and the gargling in Katic's throat transforms into sputtering clicks and rattles. Decker watches with sadistic glee as Stana's eyes stop blinking and stare, wide-eyed, ahead. Her hazel pools no longer sparkling with tears, dry and empty. Her lifeless body is propped up by the rusty metal filling her guts. "Fatality," Brooklyn quips, flicking her fingers against Stana's forehead before their surroundings disappear and their digital holograms fade away."

- Submission by jdo90

Stana Katic/Molly Quinn vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler

"One!... Two!!..... Th--" *THWACK*

"GGGGGUUUHHHHGGGGLLL" Katic throatily blubbered; her lithe, gangly frame awkwardly flopping and skidding to an unceremonious stop on her plump backside some three feet away from the pile-up. The twisted brunette coughed and sputtered up a mouthful of blood across her now-naked chest; the fleshy, crunching impact having slung her bronzed B-cups free of the tattered micro bikini top she had dawned with stunning modesty the entire fight thus far. Stana's vacant hazel bulbs fluttered and blinked as she peered absentmindedly up at the rafters nearly motionless, arms and legs splayed to all four corners of the ring as her perked chest jiggled with soft pitches, drifting in and out of lucidity.

Mere milliseconds away from snatching an impressively unaided victory, without her partner Molly Quinn even tagging into the fight, Stana Katic had been brutally run up on and soccer-kicked square in the jaw by the prowling Stacy Keibler from outside the ropes. Knowing she'd just blatantly interfered to save her lifeless partner Katrina Bowden from a sure loss, the jittery blonde shot an extended glance toward Molly Quinn on the opposite ropes, expecting the redhead to be bounding toward her hellbent on revenge for the cheap shot that broke up Katic's pin. Instead, Quinn simply shrugged her shoulders and turned her cheek from the foul, pantomiming a disinterested yawn as her partner and fierce rival was dislodged from her perch atop Bowden and left crippled by the running boot.

Feeling empowered by the free pass handed out by Molly, Stacy turned her attention back to the wounded Katic, sensually straddling the gurgling brunette's naked, heaving sternum before ripping her upright by her silky, braided locks. Stana mewled as her thighs clumsily jostled and buckled together, every muscle in her slender stems pleading to give out rather than stiffen as Keibler balanced her on her heels. With one hand wrenching the brunette's flossy bottoms high up her backside, splitting her plump cheeks to the point it elicited a hoarse squeal, and the other roughly clasping the shoulder strap of Katic's displaced top, Keibler effortlessly slung the brunette's dead weight into the near corner. Managing to turn at the last possible second to shield her naked chest from the pancaking impact, a sloppy dribble of blood sloshed from Katic's 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, sprawled from rope-to-rope across the corner post.

Stana's digits trembled as they clumsily fumbled with her own twisted top, attempting with little success to prudishly tuck her exposed tits back into their cups.

"Huh-uh!" Stacy scolded from across the ring, skipping forward and slapping Stana's palms away. With the disheveled brunette lacking the motor skills to fight back, Keibler gleefully spent the next few minutes stripping Stana completely naked and splaying the whimpering actress across the ropes for an invasive, exposing view of her sex. Removing her string top and bottoms with ease, Stacy managed to lift, split and fasten each of Stana's slender thighs to opposite sides of the turnbuckle, tethering Katic's spread lower half to the middle ropes with her own clothes. The muscles in Stana's inner thighs strained and flexed as she attempted to bow her legs back together, hoarsely wailing as the splitting pressure on her stems mounted. One hand feebly slung over the top rope to alleviate some of her body weight as the other palm slithered down to cup her mound, whimpering as she attempted to shield the sweat-drenched bush of pubic hair shaven above her cunt. Briefly dropping to her knees between Stana's arching thighs, Stacy softly cooed as she gently brushed her tongue over Katic's quivering kitty, devouring the brunette's plump, spread lips until the actress' sagging frame stiffened with wild convulsions, her mouth falling agape as a stream of drool dribbled from her bottom row of pearly white teeth. Pulling back from her sloppy feast, Keibler planted a kiss on Stana's crotch, leaving a bright red set of lips just beside Katic's pink slit before vaulting up the ropes and straddling the spasming brunette.

With a wave to the roaring crowd, Stacy turned her backside to the reeling brunette and balanced herself on the bottom rope with her never-ending stems straddling Katic. Reaching back with both hands and wrenching the waistband of her own thong bottoms high up her sashaying hips, Stacy sensually parted her cheeks and wedgied the biting spandex material of her own bottoms, leaving no trace of the cherry red string band as it disappeared up her ass. As a shower of catcalls rained down on the two fighters, Stacy leaned back and allowed gravity to do the work as she took a triumphant seat atop Katic's face. The brunette suddenly sprung to life as her arms slung over Stacy's thighs, meekly pattering against the blonde's muscled stems as Stacy grate her hips to ensure Katic's features nuzzled deep into her pillowy derrière. Katic's bound frame twisted and spasmed as her feet pedaled and kicked, her painted toes curling as her hips desperately bucked, her abdomen flexing and puffing for oxygen before finally sulking into a curled ball of folds of flesh. Katic's teardropping tits continued to pitch and convulse as her arms slid off Keibler's thighs, no longer protesting as they instead dangled toward the canvas below.

"Come get your cover shot, you baboon!" Stacy furiously shouted to a camera operator just outside the ring, turning her attention away from the action in front of her, imploring the staff to come into the ring and get a tight shot of her new signature line of lipstick painted across Stana's plump kitty lips. Instead the cameraman simply rotated the angle of his shot, taking the lens off Stacy for the first time and instead directing it over her shoulder toward the center of the ring. Sensing danger a half-second too late, Stacy wheeled just in time to see Molly Quinn dash off the ropes and crow-hop forward, scooping up two handfuls of Stacy's dangling blonde locks and using her newly acquired reins to whip Stacy off the turnbuckle post. Doing half a revolution in mid-air, Stacy's lanky frame slung viciously against the canvas skull-first as Quinn deposited the preening blonde into the mat with a paralyzing Hair Mare. Stacy throatily gurgled as her towering frame skid as though she'd been ejected from a vehicle, rolling to a stop face down in the opposite corner.

Quinn scoffed as she checked the pulse of her twitching partner, leaving Katic lifelessly dangling from the corner ropes before skipping over to the downed pair of blondes. With Bowden just beginning to stir next to an unconscious Keibler, Molly made sure to scooch the waking actress underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring altogether to ensure she couldn't interfere. With a beaming smile that seemed to indicate Quinn got just about everything she could've hoped for to transpire, the unbothered redhead curled Stacy up for a victorious 3-count, earning the glory for herself rather than her rival Katic. Letting Keibler and her upturned ass unfold from the pin, Stacy's heavy gams plopped lifelessly to the mat as Molly stood to soak in her picture perfect win. Rolling the pitching blonde to her side, Quinn shimmied the bottoms of Keibler's wedgied thong until they slid over her hips, stripping Stacy naked from the waist down and revealing her tantalizing, bronzed peach.

"Don't worry, this isn't about you..." Molly sternly hissed to the unresponsive blonde before sauntering back to the hanging Katic.

"Thought you could use a souvenir from our first win, bestie!" Quinn cackled as she sidled up to Katic's hip, balling Stacy's panties in her palm and stuffing them down Stana's throat until her sternum swelled and bulged. The brunette gurgled and sputtered as Molly inspected her flushed, sweat-soaked features with an ear-to-ear smile, twisting her digits around a matted clump of Stana's silky locks and lifting her lifeless skull off the turnbuckle where it was still stapled from Stacy's ass smother. Throwing up a peace sign along with an arrogant grin, Molly threw her arm over Stana's shoulders and posed for the throngs of cameras, propping up her naked, spread eagle partner as Katic's fleshy corpse continued to spasm and convulse still split and tied to the corner."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic/Molly Quinn vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler

"Stacy Keibler's pink, glossy lips stretched wide, curling upwards into a toothy, devious grin as she swung her right leg over the middle rope and stuck her coveted derrière up in the air. The hem of her skimpy cheerleading red and white skirt rising up causing her sun-kissed, thong clad ass cheeks to play a game of peekaboo with the crowd. Stacy eyed the nude, battered, comatose body of Stana Katic and cackled with wicked delight. Katrina and Stacy were clad in seductively skimpy cheerleading outfits. The leggy blondes were hoping their patriotic color schemes, Katrina in blue and white and Stacy in Red and White, would help portray them in a positive light. They believed if they appeared like a blonde haired, blue-eyed, patriotic, girl-next-door type of women they would be more likely to get away with cheating. And, in essence, it appeared to be working! Stacy and Katrina had spent the entirety of the match ensuring Stana didn't budge from their side of the ring.

Poor Stana was the first to face off in the ring and, as soon as the bell rang, Katrina whipped Stana into the corner closest to Stacy and, for the next 10 minutes, took turns punishing Katic with a torrent of chokes and illegal strikes. The wicked blonde's tagged in and out, allowing each other to recuperate and preventing Stana from recieving time to recover. After Katrina obliterated Stana with a vicious swinging neckbreaker, leaving the exhausted former Champion staring at the lights, her nude body stretched out. All Katrina had to do was secure the pin and gain the victory for her team. But as she approached her opponent, Katrina heard Stacy call out, "Hey, I wanna make the pin!" Katrina quizzically looked over her shoulder at Keibler, "It doesn't really matter who pins her, does it? Ya know, as long as we win..." Bowden trails off as Stacy speaks up, "Pleaseeeeeeeee...." Stacy begs, enthusiastically stretching her arm out. "Okay," Bowden shrugs, "if it matters that much to you." The crow barks out venomous jeers at Stacy, irate that the wicked blonde's underhanded tactics was about to lead them to victory.

Stacy gave her hips a seductive shake, teasing the crowd as she slowly lowered herself down onto all fours and hooked Stana's left leg, lifting it skyward and lazily leaned back, baring Katic's crotch. It appeared that Stana's dismal streak of humiliating losses were going to continue. Stacy used her free hand to count along as the referee slapped the canvas. But, when Stacy held up her third finger, there was no accompanying slap of the mat. Stana had kicked out just in the nick of time and Stacy, along with everyone in attendance, couldn't believe it! Stacy dropped her jaw and twisted her neck and gaped at the referee in astonishment. "WHAT?!" Keibler screeches, "That was a 3 count!" Stacy argues, rising to her feet and confronting the referee. While Stacy argued with the referee while a groggy Stana Katic struggled to her hands and knees and began crawling toward her corner of the ring. Katic strained every fiber to reach her corner until, finally, Stana tagged in an energetic, fired up Molly Quinn. Despite Katrina's cries for Keibler to pay attention, the leggy Keibler, still arguing with the ref, didn't notice Quinn sprinting across the ring and send Katrina crashing to the ground below with a well-placed forearm to the chin. Keibler fell victim shortly after to a ring-shaking spear. A gust of wind burst from Stacy's mouth as Molly's shoulder drove into the leggy blonde's abdomen, completely bisecting her. Molly proceeded to release all of her built up frustration on Keibler, slamming her face into the canvas and shredding off her cheerleader top, leaving Keibler's top half clad in a black bra.

Katrina began rising up just as Molly delivered a stomp to Stacy's breasts. Seeing Katrina standing so close to the ring apron, Molly knew she had to deal with her, otherwise Bowden would break the pin fall. Moving as quickly as a cheetah, Quinn raced to the side of the ring closest to Katrina, dropped down and baseball slid underneath the bottom rope and, in a seamless transition, wrapped her thighs around Bowden's neck and flipped her upside down with a hurricanranna. Katrina was out like a light, her limbs splayed out on the thinly-padded concrete. With Bowden dealt with. Molly climbed back onto the apron, leapt onto the top rope and jumped off, landing straight onto Stacy's chest for a breathtaking springboard elbowdrop! The point of Quinns elbow drilled into Stacy's breasts, crushing her tits painfully against her chest. The blow melted the wicked blonde into the canvas.

Molly, not wasting any time and wanting to finally experience her first victory, layed sideways over her blonde foe, hooked one of Keibler's famous mile-long legs and raised it toward the rafters before pinning Stacy's arm down to the canvas and applying all of her weight on Stacy, just incase she were to awaken from her slumber. Stacy didn't even twitch her fingers as the 3 count rang out. Molly jumped up and down, squealing in delight. That is until she saw the stripped nude, bruised body of her tag team partner. Even the though the two had a rocky history, she still couldn't leave her partner laying naked on the canvas. To remedy the situation, Molly stripped Keibler of every article of clothing until she was completely nude. Molly used Stacy's clothes to dress Stana and helped the former champ to her feet. The two ladies made it a point to step on Stacy's exposed crotch and breasts as they left the ring. Stacy, for the second fight in a row, was stripped nude, laying on the canvas."

- Submission by jdo90

Stana Katic vs. Katrina Bowden (Buck Naked Beauties Title Match)

"A pair of ruby-painted toes curled unsteadily over the tip of the steel ringpost as the more exuberant of the two competitors vaulted atop it; balancing wearily on her heels as she surveyed her downed foe, just outside the ring near the barrier between the action and the ravenous, lusting crowd. It was shockingly the elder brunette, Stana Katic, who was straightening her heaving, panting frame atop the post, balancing on wobbly stems for what she felt was a knockout kiss from the heavens; a brutal ten foot splash to where Katrina Bowden was waiting vacantly on her backside. Stana's bubbly, softly jiggling ass perked out toward the crowd as she clumsily dropped to a crouch before straightening back up; her plump, pink lips peeking out from between her spreading thighs as she revealingly squatted to make sure her exhausted frame didn't tip over. There was little to hide at this point, as both competitors had been stripped nude by the gropey forum staffers before they were allowed entry for this one-of-a-kind match. Heavy beads of sweat dripping from her naked bosom and trailing down her golden thighs made the footing unsteady, so perhaps long after she was ready, Stana cautiously leapt from the turnbuckle, hurdling toward the motionless blonde below who she'd afforded too much time to recover.

Just weeks ago it was Katic who had come out on top, albeit only technically, as her tag team partner, Molly Quinn, secured the victory for the duo over the Sassy Classy Sisters. In that match, Katic had run circles around the hapless, clueless blonde, ultimately knocking her out cold before Keibler interfered and saved Bowden's hide. As the building reached a fever-pitch, it seemed the same was destined to happen in this singles match. Katrina's lithe, flawless body was on inviting display, perhaps intentionally, as she writhed on the concrete outside the ring. Keeping a watchful eye on Katic's preparations, Katrina made sure to spread her limbs, meekly whimper, paw and massage her battered, perky tits in feigned agony; giving the appearance that she was down for the count.

Just as Stana vaulted from her perch, Katrina suddenly sprung to life, lifting her lower half off the concrete and tucking her knees to her chest. With just milliseconds to adjust, Katic could do little more than helplessly flail as she splashed directly onto Bowden's bony trap, her sternum devastatingly speared by the blonde's leggy defenses. There was a sickening *CRUNCH* of flesh as Stana's naked sternum thwacked against Katrina's tucked shins, catapulting awkwardly across the concrete. The brunette bucked and spasmed as if she'd just hit an electric fence, flailing in agony, throatily mewling as she coughed and sputtered breathlessly some five feet away from the preening blonde. Stana's hazel bulbs bulged as she finally lulled to her side swaddling her breasts, which had bore the full impact, breathlessly gagging and sucking for oxygen, her long stems pedaling as she floundered in visible distress.

Feeling minimal ill effects from the staggering impact, Bowden clambered to her feet and crawled sensually on hands and knees toward the downed brunette, scooping up a handful of her sweat-soaked auburn locks with one hand and clamping her throat with the other. Stana bleated and gurgled as Katrina pulled her to her feet and straightened her up to full height; Katic's paws meekly gripping the blonde's wrists as she moved to a two-handed choke. Lifting Stana's crumpled, slumping frame eye-to-eye, Katrina pulled the brunette closer until their freed breasts mushroomed together. Bowden's younger, supple, perky pair flattened Katic's fleshy, teardropping B-cups to her sternum, eliciting a soft whimper from the actress' lips before her mouth dropped agape. Katic twitched and spasmed as Bowden began to lift her by the throat, the veins in her neck crackling and bulging as she was hoisted six inches off the concrete, her painted toes pedaling for solid ground but finding none as Katrina pressed into her. To ease the pressure, Katic threw her stems around the blonde's midsection, tossing her hips forward and wrapping her legs around Katrina's waist, nuzzling her bushy mound against Bowden's pierced navel. With a furious screech, Bowden suddenly began to sprint forward toward the crowd, erupting and snapping Stana's straightened spine over the top edge of the steel crowd barricade with a vicious Running Two-Handed Chokeslam.

"HHHHNNNGGGGGGGUUUHHHLLLL" the brunette hoarsely howled, the small of her back awkwardly contorting over the top of the unforgiving barricade, her arms exploding backwards as she fell halfway over the waist-high fencing. Her lithe frame jarringly angled backwards at the waist, tits up, the crowd was momentarily stunned as her upper half arched into their laps, eyes welling with tears as she slumped against the steel twitching wildly, staring vacantly at the rafters, mouth breathlessly hanging agape, unsure if she was even still conscious from the spine-splintering impact. After a few moments of stunned indecision, the wilted brunette let out a throaty gurgle, her fingers twitching to indicate she'd somehow avoided paralysis as she began to slump back toward the ring. Their consciences wiped clean by the relief they hadn't just watched someone become crippled before their eyes, the crowd's wicked intentions returned, scooping the spasming brunette up by the armpits and making sure she didn't fall back into the playing field without a parting gift. Stana whimpered and feebly pried at the groping palms that gripped her; tugging her pony tail to crane her broken frame even further into their laps as every fold of flesh was invasively explored.

"Don't take her too far, you apes! I'm NOT getting disqualified over your incompetence... Leave her feet on this side" Katrina scoffed, commanding and orchestrating from the safety of her side of the barricade. Stana's lower half bucked and twitched as she was arched awkwardly over the top of the steel fencing, her torso lost in a sea of groping, raking hands as though she'd been enveloped by a hoarde of zombies. Muffled squeals and gurgles could be heard through the detestable crowd before suddenly a hoarse, shrill grunt burst forth as the brunette's skull was roughly positioned and her lips were parted by a throbbing, meaty cock. Katic's torso bulged and spasmed with rough pitches as she was skull-fucked mercilessly, her fleshy tits torn at by groping palms, her stiff, golden brown nipples ripped and tugged, her manicured bush of pubic hair and the pink, plump slit it protected viciously clawed and fish-hooked. The actress' slender abdomen flexed and panted as extended pumps were thrust down her throat, gurgling and helplessly gagging as she was relentlessly deepthroated. Finally the moan of release was bellowed by her captor as he blew his load down her throat, finishing with a messy facial before Stana was slung nearly lifelessly back over the barricade at Katrina's feet. Her crumpled frame hit with a wet thwack as she landed face-down on her belly, her statuesque frame still spasming with gags and gurgles, coughing up a mouthful of cum.

Dragging Katic back to her feet and rolling the vacant brunette beneath the ropes, Katrina took her sweet time sauntering back into the ring, reveling in her revenge for their prior contest. The only signs of life were the soft jiggling of Stana's upturned ass cheeks as Katrina paraded around her downed counterpart on the springy canvas, Katic's thighs easing into the splits as her face slid messily flat, her breathing labored, mascara and cum smeared across her flushed cheek.

With her rollick complete, Katrina straddled Katic from behind and pierced the backs of her slender thighs with her heels, pinning Stana's muscled stems to the ground with another agonized squeal. Grabbing the brunette's thin wrists, Katrina then fell back in a devastating Ceiling Hold, bridging Stana's broken, wilted frame into another inhuman shape. Stana's mouth fell open as she threw her head back in anguish, her limbs trembling as her body was twisted and shaped into a crippling submission hold with little resistance. Before the first throaty wail could even escape her lips, Katrina dropped the brunette's wrists and allowed Stana's upper half to sag closer, reaching forward with her long arms and twisting her forearm around Katic's dangling throat; transforming this already debilitating hold into a modified Sleeperhold-Ceiling Hold combination. Stana's mascara and cum-coated lashes glued shut as she was pulled into the blonde's Venus flytrap, her straining throat once again gurgling helplessly as she was strangled from behind. The handcuffed and exposed brunette began to sickeningly twitch as her thighs quaked from the pressure, turning to jelly instantly and easing into a revealing split. Katic's plump, pink slit pulsed with convulsions as her hips rolled back and forth, her slender belly flexing and panting as Katrina ruthlessly wrung Stana's frame to sink the Sleeperhold deeper. Mouthfuls of drool and cum sputtered from her lips with each jolt, trailing from the bottom row of her pearly white teeth and dribbling across the blonde's sadistic features. Finally the brunette's arms fell awkwardly backwards, dangling to the mat at Katrina's shoulders, her ruby-painted nails brushing the canvas as her playful, sweat-matted pony tail bobbed lifelessly just above Katrina's smirking lips. Katic's fleshy tits pitched with one last convulsion before her rigid frame fell slack, sagging in Bowden's arms, her thighs chicken-winging into a full split, jiggling before Katrina allowed the sputtering brunette to spill out of the hold.

The spry, invigorated blonde sprung to her feet practically before Stana's frame crumpled in a fleshy puddle to the ground; throwing her hands in the air victoriously and bounding across the ring before leaping atop the same turnbuckle in celebration that Stana had attempted to finish her from. Making sure to not leave her playtoy in too sheltered a position, Katrina quickly scrambled back toward Stana's awkwardly folded corpse, lifting the brunette's convulsing frame by the pony tail and displaying her at her hip, heeled like a dog. A stream of cum sloshed from Katic's bottom lip as her jaw fell slack, weightedly pitching with convulsions as Bowden lifted her lifeless frame to its knees before slumping to her haunches, her naked tits fleshily teardropping to the mat, her matted, sweat-soaked bush drenched with sweat and dribbles of cum, completely dismantled at Katrina's hand.

- 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

Stana Katic vs. Taylor Swift (Jobber Title Match)
"There wasn't much speculation or conjecture any longer when it came to trying to predict Swift Justice's debauchery; they were going to come with an unthinkable, depraved trick up their sleeve no matter the setting. Given that both Taylor Swift and Victoria Justice had some nasty history with the Hawkins' Heroines stable, Stana made sure to bring some insurance to a bout she was practically being dared to lose by the CWF brass. Her insurance came in the form of Mandy Moore accompanying her ringside. While not exactly a name that sent shivers down anyone's spine, Moore was extremely eager to get her mits on Victoria Justice, whom she knew would be ripe for the picking with Swift distracted inside the ropes. Her only job was to keep Vika from interfering; one she felt would be simple enough. Once a Flyweight Champion, Katic's tumble from the precipice of greatness had been abrupt, as she now found herself one mistake from utter humiliation. That one mistake? Underestimating the nefarious depths to which Swift Justice would be willing to sink.

Minutes in and the fight was going all-too according to plan for Katic as the fiery cougar continued to sling the hapless blonde across the ring to much delight, reveling in Swift's pathetic cries and lack of offense. No matter how much the blonde crowed, a watchful eye from Mandy Moore ensured that Vika was unable to move a muscle, even going so far as to Irish Whip the lithe Justice into the audience barricade to quell her perceived ambitiousness. With Victoria wailing slumped against the steel blockade, a wicked grin suddenly crept across her lips, cackling as Mandy towered over her downed frame.

"Mands, 'member our friend over there?!" Victoria quipped, snapping her fingers and pointing behind Mandy's back down the ramp.

"Well maybe you won't remember his face, but I bet if you open that throat back up you'll remember the taste of a certain veiny cock!"

A horrified jolt of electricity ran up Mandy's spine as she wheeled on her heels to see a colossal, muscled Lumberjack stalking down the ramp seemingly under Vika's command. Mandy's eyes bulged like saucers as she stood eye-to-chest with the frothing freak, the same Lumberjack that had nearly throat-fucked Moore unconscious after her loss to Victoria Justice in the first ever Lumberjack & Jill PPV.

With another sharp command from Justice, Mandy was callously clamped around the throat, her long, painted lashes fluttering as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, gurgling as she was lifted off her tippy toes with a savage One-Handed Chokeslam. Mandy's painted toes curled, her long stems pedaling as she was lifted two feet off the concrete below, helplessly clawing at the wrist of the boorish Lumberjack as he shuffled her over to the announcer's table. With a deep, guttural roar, the muscled brute inched Moore even higher before ripping the small of her curled spine through the steel table. Moore's spine buckled as she was bombed through the splintering table, all four limbs slinging spread eagle as she was laid out with no regard or remorse. The brunette's mangled, twisted torso pitched and heaved with convulsions as her panting tummy flexed and spasmed; one of her pert, fleshy tits sloshing free from the light pink bikini top she'd dawned to match Katic.

Inattentive or simply indifferent to the 'ooh's' and 'ahhh's' behind her, Stana continued to wring the tattered Swift dry, detonating another merciless DDT until Swift was practically maimed to the point of submission, whimpering with tears as Stana straddled over her. Suddenly the brunette froze in astonishment as Victoria slid into the ring at her side, wheeling in distress to locate her partner; only when she turned, she was greeted with the same boorish smile as Moore just seconds earlier. Piecing two and two together in a flash, Stana immediately turned-tail and tried to vault away, only to be caught by the braided ponytail so conveniently dangling over her shoulder. Katic's delicate frame was effortlessly gagged and bound, her lithe torso outstretched as the brute snaked his bicep around her throat and strung her up in a sinister Rear Naked Choke.

A sharp, harmonious yank at the chest of Katic, and her teardropping B-cups were spilt from their spandex cups; a shrill, muffled yelp and dribble of slobber all she could muster in retort. Lifting her partner back to her feet, Victoria and Taylor took joyous turns slugging gutting uppercuts into Stana's desperate, panting abdomen. Each strike sent a heavy grunt eeking from her lips, her mangled, stretched torso rippling with spasms as the Lumberjack continued to flex his life-sucking grip. After an agonizing minute, Stana's sagging frame slumped to the ground, her thong-split ass cheeks perked ripely toward the rafters as Taylor immediately hit her knees and pulled for the cover.

"1... 2... 3!!!..."

"3!!"

Swift was incensed as she craned Stana's left thigh higher, arching her convulsing frame into a full, topless split. But the only count was hers, not the official's.

"You don't get a count until he's out of the ring!" The official combatively barked back to the pop superstar, much to the vehement protest of Swift and Justice.

Practically thrown through the ropes by Victoria with a bloated sense of confidence given their size disparity, the ring was finally cleared of everyone but Stana and Taylor, only this time when the blonde pulled her cover, Katic miraculously sputtered back to life and kicked out. Katic's eyes fluttered back to life as a furious gulp of oxygen caused her naked chest to swell, spasming as she rolled to her side and unseated a lackadaisical Swift. Still huffing at the zebra, Taylor was too busy squabbling to notice Katic roll to her belly, pressing dazedly to all fours as she tried to find her bearings while drunkenly wandering across the ring. The blonde was visibly incensed as she pressed right up to the chest of the official, only to have him slip out of the way at the last possible moment. Swift was not so lucky, as she begun to turn her head just as Stana worked into a trot and leapt into the air, cradling the back of Taylor's skull with both hands and depositing the babbling blonde's jaw square into the canvas below. Taylor's lanky frame lifelessly floundered as she trampolined off the mat, a mouthful of drool misting into the air as she jackknifed off the springy mat. Not prepared for the unthinkable that had just occurred, Victoria was too far away to slip back into the ring as Stana quickly rolled the twitching Swift to her backside and threw her chest over the blonde's, flattening Tay's quaking tits to her sternum as the official 3-count rang out. Too breathless to spit a catty quip to Vika on the sidelines, Stana slowly huffed and panted, instead opting to continue to sternly straddle the pitching blonde, snarling as she tugged the shoulder straps of Taylor's bra until her perky pair spilled free.

"Congrats, Vika, now you've got a pair of belts to hang in your Hall of Shame" Katic hoarsely barked from the ropes after a few moments of recovery, exhaustedly slipping out of the ring and rushing to tend to her partner."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Taylor Swift (Jobber Title Match)
"Taylor Swift kept replaying the scene over and over in her head. It was her second fight in the CWF and she was coming back from a humiliating defeat at the hands of Michelle Trachtenberg. She had been stripped topless at the end of her first match and she refused to allow that to happen again. She had Stana broken and beaten, only one move away from finishing her brunette foe off. Taylor recalled hoisting Katic up to her shoulders for a power bomb and  then, suddenly, everything changed. Stana's thighs clamped around her neck, cutting off her air supply. After several awkward footsteps, Taylor fell with Stana perched ontop of her face. For the first time in her fighting career, Taylor Swift was in the receiving end of a mortifying crotch smother. Ever since that fight almost all of Taylor's opponent's have decided to ride Taylor's multi-million-dollar face. Ever since that fight, Swift has had the unfortunate post-fight ritual of having her face ridden, receiving a face-full of crotch and tasting the winner's orgasmic release. Taylor swore that she would finally get her revenge on her opponent tonight and give Stana a face-full of her flawless, silky-smooth snatch.

Stana Katic has had a tumultuous career, receiving some of the most humiliating losses in CWF history. Despite being in the top 10 of her division, Stana has the unfortunate reputation of being a jobber and tonight, she would battle the woman that many pundits have viewed as the ultimate test of jobber opponents in the Jobber Queen herself, Taylor Swift. Stana, in the opening minutes, fell victim to a haphazard, relentless flurry of strikes, slaps and kicks from her leggy opponent. Taylor, her body wrapped in a sparkling, silver Gucci gown, her blonde professionally-styled hair in a ponytail, laid into her foe, pumping slick elbow shots into Katic's jaw.

"The last time we met," Taylor snarls as she trips Stana up by the shoulder strap of her black jumpsuit, "you decided to shove your nasty vag in my face!" Swift snarls, landing a harsh bitch slap, sending Stana sprawling to the canvas. "But after I'm done with you," Swift reaches down and cruelly rips off Katic's  jumpsuit, leaving the lanky brunette topless, with only a black thong covering her petite frame. "I'm going to make sure that you won't be able to use your filthy pussy for a long, long time!" Taylor curls her manicured fingers in Stana's hair, dips under the ropes and drags the distraught woman to the outside of the ring.

The two ladies proceed to exchange blows, each landing devastating shots. After several minutes, Stana has latched onto Taylor's Gucci dress and began shredding at its seams, ripping and clawing at the fabric until it falls down Taylor's long, lean legs. A harsh, shrill cry erupts from Taylor's throat. Her pale, flawless skin shines under the harsh overhead spotlights. Her firm, lean frame was, as always, swaddled in expensive, designer lingerie. Her underwear is a matching white lace set with faint powder blue detail. The white lace panties revealed a lot of cheek at the rear and were adorned with a delicate, tiny, light blue ribbon tied at the top front and rear center. Her gorgeous, white lace, half cup bra matched too, with a tiny blue bow where each shoulder strap meets the bra and another directly between the two phenomenal, cleavage-hugging cups covering the front clasp. This was a set of underwear that Taylor, judging by the mortified expression on her face, only flaunted for very special occasions and didn't expect everyone in attendance to see.

Taylor, nostrils flaring with anger, throttles Stana, pummeling the brunette until she can barely stand. Katic collapses spine-first against the barricade separating the crowd from the outskirts of the ring. Taylor stomps over to Stana and snarls in her ear, "You think you can just RIP my dress and get away with it?! Think again, bitch! And this... this is for shoving your filthy pussy in my face!" Swift takes several steps back, her eyes fixed on her wilting foe. Taylor charges forward and, once she's within striking distance, raises her right leg, aiming for a devastating big boot that would certainly knock Katic over the barricade and into the crowd. But instead of hearing Taylor's heel slam into Stana's face, the blunted thud of lace-swaddled crotch colliding with steel erupts.

Taylor straddles the unforgiving steel ledge, her face frozen in an agonized, jaw-dropping grimace. The impact was sosudden, so brutal, that her scream was caught in her throat. She precariously swayed on the narrow ledge until a light shove from Stana sends Taylor tumbling into the waiting arms of the horny audience. Within seconds Taylor's luxurious lingerie is ripped from her body, exposing her milky white tits and ass for a few milliseconds before a sea of grubby fingers latch onto her perky, young curves. Cruel, calloused hands groped, molested, tortured and abused Taylor's helpless titties. Her pink, sensitive nipples were pinched, twisted and pulled in every possible direction. "Owww... get away... please... someone help me... you can't do this to meeeeee...." Taylor helplessly squeals. Her pale ass was spanked with open palms until her porcelain cheeks were glowing red. Then Taylor heard, quite possibly, the most horrifying sound ever. The sound of a zipper unzipping. "No... NONONONOOOO!!!" Taylor shrieks, clawing for dear life as countless hands held her still and a massive, throbbing, veiny dick pushed deep inside her silky-smooth, multi-million-dollar, pink pussy.

Grabbing two handfuls of Taylor's skinny ass cheeks, leaning over the crying, sweat-dripping blonde, the large, drunken audience member ruthlessly pumps his massive dick inside the quivering blonde. Taylor Swift is a broken mess, sobbing in horror as her body gets split in half by a gigantic, thick, veiny cock. Katic smirks as she stares straight into Taylor's popping out, bright blue eyes, drinking inn the look of horror and helplessness in her arrogant foe's face.

Only once the big brute has pulled out and shot his load across Taylor's well-spanked ass, does the crowd finally release its catch, tossing Taylor back over the barricade where she flops face-down like a fish out of water. All that's left for Stana is to pick the bones as she rolls Taylor's convulsing, molested frame back into the ring. Adding insult to injury, Stana peels her thong down her lean legs and straddles Taylor's face, once again looking down into her bright blue eyes. "You think you can strip off my jumpsuit and get away with it?" Stana smirks, mocking Taylor's earlier taunts. "This is for... well, just because your face feels sooo good!"

Katic punctuates her statement by dropping her sweat-glistening, sleek pussy onto Taylor's mouth and nose. Katic's brunette bush tickles against Taylor's flushed face as the actress grinds down. Taylor, puts her award-winning vocal skills to the test by belting out horrified, shrill cries that send shockwaves down Stana's spine. Perhaps Taylor's powerful voice is the reason why so many women enjoy riding her pouty face. Maybe her opponents just enjoy watching her bright blue eyes pop out. Whatever the reason, Stana, just like so many others, scrubs her slick pussy until she erupts, drowning Taylor Swift in her tangy nectar."

- Submission by jdo90