Taylor Swift
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: 34A
Hometown: Reading, Pennsylvania
Record: 2 - 10
Wins: Taylor Swift (52%) defeats Karlie Kloss (48%)
Taylor Swift (51%) defeats Kate Mara (49%)
Losses: Michelle Trachtenberg (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)
Stana Katic (60%) defeats Taylor Swift (40%)
Cali Logan (63%) defeats Taylor Swift (37%)
Keira Knightley (57%) defeats Taylor Swift (43%)
Miley Cyrus (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)
Mandy Moore (60%) defeats Taylor Swift (40%)
Kristen Stewart (54%) defeats Taylor Swift (46%)
Ariel Winter (64%) defeats Taylor Swift (36%)
Jennifer Aniston (60%) defeats Taylor Swift (40%)
Stana Katic (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)
Injuries: Cali Logan (63%) defeats Taylor Swift (37%) - Broken Nose - 3 Weeks
Miley Cyrus (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%) - Concussion - 3 Weeks
Rivals: Karlie Kloss (1 - 0)
Taylor Swift (52%) defeats Karlie Kloss (48%)
Miley Cyrus (0 - 1)
Miley Cyrus (62%) defeats Taylor Swift (38%)
Kesha (0 - 0)
Nicki Minaj (0 - 0)
Katy Perry (0 - 0)
Kristen Stewart (0 - 1)
Kristen Stewart (54%) defeats Taylor Swift (46%)
Emma Watson (0 - 0)
Tag Record: 0 - 2
Wins: N/A
Losses: Watson/Stewart (66%) defeats Swift/Justice (34%)
Coleman/Steinfeld (68%) defeats Swift/Justice (32%)
Michelle Trachtenberg vs. Taylor Swift
"It seemed as though the entire arena, minus one person, was in utter shock at what they were seeing. The fight was no more than a few minutes old and from tape-to-tape, this had been a runaway. Taylor stumbled away from yet another empty-handed exchange blubbering as if she'd already thrown in the towel both physically and mentally, swaddling her milky white abdomen as Michelle looked on with venom dripping from her fangs. Taylor staggered clumsily toward the turnbuckle, unintentionally backing herself into a literal corner as the dark-haired brunette pressed her ever-present advantage. Michelle followed with a dismissive boot to Swift's backside, squealing as she clumsily sloshed into the corner turnbuckle, twisting to hit spine-first at the last possible second. Tay pleadingly extended a shaking hand between the two fighters, her other draped over the top rope as she pathetically mewled for mercy, but Michelle just seemed to stare right through her.
Taylor was passively compliant as Michelle confidently climbed up to the middle rope, straddling the blubbering blonde who appeared to be in no shape to put up a fight. Michelle gave Swift a foreboding wink as she clasped her hands at the base of her neck and launched herself backwards, tucking her knees to her chest as she went airborne. Michelle pulled the helpless blonde's face straight into her knees, their bodies exploding into a mangle of limbs as Michelle's shoulder blades hit the mat in a devastating double-knee drop. Swift lifelessly flopped to a stop flat on her stomach, head lulled to one side folded over her own arms. Michelle had hardly broken a sweat, seemingly all business as she rolled the gawky blonde to her back and swung a leg over Taylor's midsection for the 3-count.
"I'm putting every one of you on notice....this is piece #1 for my trophy case", Michelle scoffed into the nearest camera, awkwardly shimmying a limp Swift out of her diamond-studded bra and slinging it over her shoulder before 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
Taylor Swift vs. Cali Logan
"The scene was almost heartbreaking, the blonde pop princess lying face down in the center of the ring sobbing into the canvas; the soft, delicate curves of her nude body holding the attention of every pair of eyes in the arena as she twisted and writhed in shame and degradation. Cali circled the humiliated Swift like a proud lioness, the shred remains of her diamond-studded ensemble littering the mat. Logan slung her shin into the middle of Taylor's bent spine, a hoarse squeal erupting from between the blonde's pursed lips as she lulled reluctantly to her backside, revealing every vulnerable inch of her exposed flesh. Streaks of mascara ran down Tay's cheeks as she helplessly looked up at Cali's eclipsing backside, straddling the singer before lowering her plump derrière over her face.
Tay's muffled cries were completely lost underneath Cali's round ass, sensually grinding her hips to ensure the blonde sank deeper between her cheeks, running her hands over Tay's bare bosom, cupping her trembling breasts as Swift helplessly squirmed. Taylor's lanky frame arched and craned as she slowly suffocated, her pendulous gams planting against the mat and exploding upwards in an attempt to buck Logan, but she'd ridden and tamed wilder stallions than Swift.
The bronzed Logan hunched over Taylor's convulsing frame, hooking the inside of her right thigh and scooping her neverending legs to her own bosom, cradling Taylor's lower half as her struggling slowly subsided. Logan groped and squeezed Taylor's upturned behind, invasively tracing her bare cunt through her legs before thrusting her middle and ring fingers between Tay's lips. Swift's curled frame gently quivered as Cali rhythmically pumped her fingers into Taylor's pussy, finally falling deathly still and sulking lifelessly to the mat with her milky ass still upturned towards the ceiling as the 3-count rang out."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Keira Knightley vs. Taylor Swift
"High-pitched shrieks fill up the raucous arena as Keira Knightley and Taylor Swift rip at each other's hair with a vengeance. Neither woman had been able to pick up a victory since their arrival and this match would be a chance for one woman to prove her dominance.
The fight started out as a typical catfight -- full of scratching, hair pulling, and clothes ripping -- but soon the match spirals into chaos as Taylor Swift began using several underhanded, illegal maneuvers. The referee received a workout as he chased behind Taylor, warning her to stop using the ropes for leverage during a choke and to release a submission hold during a rope break. The tall blonde waived off the ref, determined to win by any means necessary. She refused to lose to a woman as weak as Keira.
The official of the match seemed to be giving up keeping order; however, Taylor pulling out a pair of brass knuckles hidden in her top was the last straw. The referee immediately steps in front of the leggy pop star, preventing her from approaching her opponent. Taylor proceeded to argue with the referee, screaming and pushing him. Fed up, the ref began to motion to ring the bell and disqualify Taylor when suddenly, the blonde's body froze, her jaw dropped and her eyes buldged out.
Everyone's initial confusion as to what caused Swift's sudden frozen state was quickly identified as a set of five, freshly pedicured toes peeked out between the American's slender thighs. Taylor's knees turn inward, her hands jutting down and wedding between her thighs, her blue eyes brimming with tears. Her face contorts in anguish as a low sob emits from her trembling red lips. The brass knuckles fall to the mat as the tall blonde collapses on her side, sobbing in pain and massaging her sore womanhood.
Keira uses her barefoot to gently shove her rival onto her back. The brunette Brit leaps up and bends her leg, forcing her bony knee to stab Taylor's tits. Swift clutches her flattened breasts, mewling and babbling like a baby. Knightley takes her sweet time removing the last remaining garments covering Taylor's body, unveiling her lanky, yet form, body to the rowdy spectators. Keira smirks and, for the first time ever, willingly shimmies off her panties before straddling Taylor's neck. She carefully parts her rival's blonde hair, forcing the blonde to stare up at the British woman's pussy.
"When will you ever learn? Cheaters never prosper and you, my dear, are going to face the consequences." Keira sternly lectures the pleading songstress. Taylor, in one last act of defiance, shouts "Get your fishy vagina out of my faMPHHHH!"
Keira cuts her off, dropping her aroused sex flush against Taylor's mouth. "Now, you have two options: you can put that slutty mouth and tongue to use, or I can ride your face and do this..." Knightley reaches back and clamps her fingernails onto Taylor's nipple and wrenches it upwards. Swift shrieks and, with no where to run, begins to slowly lick, her face twisting in revulsion. Keira rocks her slender hips, scrubbing her dripping pussy across her rival's mortified face.
Keira grabs Taylor's head, forcing her face even further into her crotch, grinding her clit against Swift's button nose until she finally releases in euphoria. The brunette's lanky body quakes in excitement, her pelvis thrusting hard, as she completely douses Taylor Swift in her juices.
The referee has long since counted to three and, as Keira shakily rises to her feet, raises her hand in victory. Keira smirks at Taylor, snatching up the American's red panties as a keepsake, before prancing out of the ring, elated from her first victory. Meanwhile a nude Taylor Swift sobs uncontrollably in the ring. She rolls onto her tummy and begins slamming her fists against the canvas and kicking her legs, throwing a complete tempertantrum. Tears roll down her cheeks, mascara running and mingling with Keira's sticky love-juices. Swift was once again beaten, stripped nude and, even more degrading, her face and tongue soiled in the remnants oforgasmic release".
- Submission by jdo90
Taylor Swift vs. Miley Cyrus (Lumberjack & Jill Match)
"There was an extraordinarily heavy air of anxiety emanating from the elastic blonde's corner; showing a palpable fear of the repurcussions should she lose this particularly demeaning match. The style seemed to favor the heel early, as the ringside agitators fed off Swift's jitters, clawing at Taylor any time she involuntarily neared the ropes and verbally accosting her throughout. Miley on the other hand, appeared to be fueled by the stakes. The lanky blonde refused to use her height to her advantage, sticking to close-quarters combat with a scrappy Cyrus in hopes of avoiding the frothing attackers along the ropes, even if it was to her detriment.
Taylor defensively locked fingers with a receptive Miley as the two came together, attemping to overpower the smaller singer and churn toward the extending palms grovelling at her backside. Perhaps showing her naiveté, Swift looked past the sinister smile that painted Miley's lips and postured up chest-to-chest with the diminutive blonde, draping her hunched frame over Cyrus' and pedalling with all her might. Suddenly it was if all the air had been sucked from Swift's sails, letting out a breathless grunt as Miley drifted half a step back and impaled Tay's slender waistline with a penetrating knee. Swift's milky backside jut toward the far ringpost, her jet black, high-waisted bottoms wedging between her cheeks as she did all she could to avoid dropping to both knees. But Cyrus was relentless.
A stream of drool sloshed from Swift's parting lips as she nearly kissed the canvas, her lanky frame buckled at the waist as she involuntarily veered into Miley's midsection. Miley mercilessly tugged the blonde's head up by the ponytail, Taylor's brilliant sapphire eyes vacant as her neck was craned upwards. With a shrill shriek, Cyrus launched her thigh into Taylor's hanging jaw, her skull sickeningly snapping backwards as an explosion of sweat and blood misted across the canvas. Like a newborn deer, Swift clumsily staggered across the blood-stained ring before careening into the waiting arms of the Lumberjacks & Jills at her back.
Swift crashed into the ropes completely debilitated, her lanky arms draping over the top rope as she unwittingly remained upright, though she had plenty of help from behind. Front and center on the ropes were two of Swift's biggest detractors, Katy Perry and Nicki Minaj. The two singers came well prepared, much like the other Jills lining the apron, strapped with enormous, ribbed dildos around their waists. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for Swift, now wasn't quite the time for those. Instead, Perry and Minaj arrested each of Taylor's limp wrists and stretched her neverending frame to its full wingspan, allowing one of the burly Lumberjacks to take the lead. With a single tug on the neckline of Taylor's spandex bra, the material frayed straight up the middle, allowing her diminutive breasts to spill free much to the delight of the thousands looking on. A nearly unresponsive, gurgling Swift let out a mortified squeal as the mindless Lumberjack boorishly palmed her fleshy tits from behind and wrenched her delicate B-cups upwards.
The grizzled Lumberjack obediently removed his hands from Swift's chest as Miley's voice sternly boomed from across the ring, instead violently wrenching Tay's head backwards by the ponytail. Taylor's topless frame wilted as her shoulder blades arched over the top rope, spreading into a crucifix position thanks to Miley's two helpers maintaining control over her wrists.
The formerly exuberant blonde was all business as she approached a restrained Swift, delicately running her fingers over the quivering, bare flesh of her pinned plaything. It would normally be near-impossible for a significantly shorter fighter like Cyrus to manipulate the gangly limbs of someone like Swift, but tonight she had extra sets of hands at her disposal. With the help of a muscled Lumberjack, Miley scooped up the backs of Taylor's legs and balanced the blonde's milky thighs on her shoulders, athletically twisting away from the ropes and violently dumping the blubbering Swift with a crude, but devastating Powerbomb. Taylor's limbs flopped spread eagle as her skull violently slung against the mat, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she sunk to the canvas completely deflated. After discarding her spread thighs from atop her shoulders, Miley lustfully traced the outline of Tay's pussy lips over her bottoms before tugging the sweat-soaked material halfway down her thighs. With a soft, throaty moan, she hunched her frame over Tay's lower half and took a sloppy, carnal bite of Swift's sex. The unconscious blonde's frame involuntarily shuttered as life was suddenly pumped back into her limbs, coming alive just as Miley slid out of the ring and a giant bear claw snagged her ankle from outside the ropes.
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Taylor submissively groaned, half awake as her limp frame was dragged beneath the ropes, caught up by a familiar face as she dripped off the edge of the ring apron. Katy Perry was first on the scene, intimidatingly clad in a matte black bikini with a colossal black dildo securely strapped around her waist. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'; a proverb that especially rang true as Nicki Minaj stepped to the forefront to help Perry fully strip the reeling blonde down to her birthday suit. The Lumberjacks would have to take a back seat to the Jills for now...
"Would she even feel this thing in that used-up clam?" Katy snickered to her raven-haired right-hand woman before rolling her one hundred twenty pound sack of marbles back into the ring. Swift's nude frame unraveled as she twisted to a stop with Perry and Minaj on her heels, finally beginning to put two-and-two together as she came back to reality and fully grasped the situation she was now in. Taylor clumsily scurried to her knees with a yip as she caught Katy approaching out of the corner of her eye, only to stumble right into Nicki who was sliding in from the opposite side of the ring, cornering their little blonde mouse.
Katy continued to take the lead by ripping the sputtering Swift up to her feet, propping the blubbering blonde up on two noodly stems while maintaining a controlling grip on her golden locks. Just as Perry opened her mouth for another catty remark, a defiant Swift whipped her noggin square into Katy's lips, stunning the (temporarily) brunette with an out of character headbutt. Perry's head slung straight backwards, her eyes fluttering as she clutched her mouth, a steady drip of blood staining her fingers. Nicki instantly came to the aid of her compatriot, dipping to a knee behind the blonde and flinging her forearm between Tay's parting legs. Swift exploded with a wounded squeal as Nicki's low blow clapped against her sleek cunt, cupping her crotch and melting to the ground.
With little more than an incensed snarl, Perry bent down to retrieve the writhing Swift, spreading her quivering thighs and propping each on an opposite shoulder. With the help of Nicki, Perry hoisted the hunched frame of the towering Swift into Powerbomb position. Taylor began to desperately pump her legs against Perry's shoulder blades, wriggling for a moment before she realized the repurcussions should she fall from this height.
"Let's see if you feel this..." Perry mumbled under her breath, thrusting her tongue voraciously between Taylor's split legs. The blonde's frame suddenly stiffened, her taut belly drawing breathless as she gasped in shock. With a humiliated whimper, Swift draped her upper body over Katy's buried head in an attempt to hide her pleasure, blubbering as she helplessly clutched the brunette. Despite her best efforts, the spasming blonde couldn't hide the crinkle in her toes, the rhythmic panting, or the twitching of her toned thighs as Katy expertly worked her tongue between Taylor's bare slit. Taylor's cries slowly grew more carnal, more hysterical as Katy's hands wrapped around the tops of Taylor's thighs and joined her tongue between the blonde's legs. Finally the blonde erupted, mewling as she melted at the tip of Katy's tongue, her lithe frame rippling with pleasure. With a smug smirk, Katy finally signaled her partner.
Without warning, Nicki lurched forward and rang Swift's bell, tugging her dangling ponytail as the two dumped the blonde in unison with an Assisted Powerbomb. The canvas exploded as Swift's scrunched, spasming frame detonated against it, her limbs flinging spread eagle as she jounced off the mat. The blonde's slender frame was still violently convulsing as her sky blue eyes rolled into the back of her skull, gurgling as Katy lifted up from between her legs. Satisfied with the work she'd done, Katy undid the strap-on from around her waist and ruthlessly jammed it inside the twitching Swift, leaving the bulging dildo protruding from between Tay's legs as she slipped out of the ring".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Taylor Swift vs. Miley Cyrus (Lumberjack & Jill Match)
"Both Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus were determined to pick up a victory. One woman would break their losing streak tonight and as they looked at the muscular studs surrounding the ring, their massive erections throbbing in anticipation, a deranged lustful gleam in their eyes, both women knew that a loss would be detrimental to their slim bodies. Miley and Taylor's bad girl persona were in full effect. Miley clothed in a promiscuous Michael Jordan inspired cut off tank top and booty shorts and Taylor adorned in skimpy black lingerie.
Taylor couldn't help but scoff at Miley, "A whore like you will love to lose tonight wouldn't you? Why don't you just save yourself the trouble, lay down now and toss yourself over the rope?" Miley sneers at the tall blonde and brutally crams her knee between Swift's thighs, dropping her to the mat. "You shouldn't talk so much. I'd hate for you to wear yourself out. That slutty mouth of yours is in for a workout!"
What follows is a one-sided beat down as Miley obliterated her opponent with lightning fast kicks and punches. Miley latches onto Swift's lingerie, ripping it off of her lanky frame, revealing the Pop Star's nude body, causing the men at ringside to drool in anticipation. Taylor squeals in despair, attempting to shield herself from the sex-depraved hulking males.
Taylor sees an opening and, her instincts kicking in, fires an uppercut to Miley's tits. Cyrus sinks to her knees, clutching her bosom. "Not so tough now, are you, slut? It's time to go to sleep, bitch!" Taylor smirks. Swift runs toward the ropes with the intent to gain some momentum before cracking her knee across Miley's jaw, which will surely knock her out. But as Taylor's bare back gits the ropes, a pair of muscular hands grip her ankles. The muscular man yanks Taylor backwards. Swift yelps as her face gits the canvas and her lower body is pulled back until it's hanging across the ring apron. The man pulls Taylor's long legs apart and without warning, shoves his giant cock inside her vulnerable pussy.
Swift's blue eyes buldge out, her fingers clawing the canvas as the man drills his veiny white cock inside her. The man grips her hips, bucking wildly. Miley grins and stands up, slowly sauntering toward her screaming, pleading prey. Miley grabs Taylor's wrists, pulling her away from the man. Taylor shivers and thanks Miley. But the cunning Cyrus grabs Taylor's hair, whips her around and shoves her head through the ropes. The man grins as he forces his juice coated fuck inside Taylor's mouth, forcing her to suck. Taylor reaches as her throat is filled with hot spunk.
Cyrus drags the blubbering blonde to the center of the ring, laying Taylor on her back. Miley slowly slides her shorts down, revealing her smooth pussy and tight ass. She slowly lowers her ass over Taylor's features. With a wink and a seductive wiggle of her hips, Miley begins to twerk on Taylor's face, sticking her tongue out as she grinds her ass against her sobbing opponent. Within seconds, Taylor is unconscious. Miley poses provocatively over Taylor before picking her up and unceremoniously dumping her body over the ropes, into the waiting arms of several men, her pale body disappearing in a mass of flesh.
When Taylor wakes up, she in on her hands and knees, with 9 inches of dick penetrating her ass as another 9 inches of disgusting sweaty meat invading her mouth. Both men pull out, climaxing in unison, showering her body. After a few other men have their fun a voice rings through the building, "Alright boys, you've had your fun." The sea of men back away as Kate Upton briskly steps forward, her long, filthy strapon pointing straight at Taylor's defiled body.
Kate grabs Taylor's hair, forcing the singer to stare up at her, "Noe this is what's going to happen. I don't feel like using any of my energy to fuck you, and you really don't deserve me, but I intend to break every loser on this roster. So I'm going to lay down and you're gonna ride my strapon until I say stop. If you disobey me, I will make sure that you get fucked in the ass by every man here, okay?"
Taylor sobs and shakes her head in agreement. As Kate lays down, Taylor lowers herself down, her trembling hands gripping the base of the dildo. The tall blonde whimpers as she slowly and coercively impaled herself on Upton's long, thick shaft. Tears stream down her face as she begins riding Kate. A couple men line up to receive handjobs and blowjobs as Taylor rides the dildo like a pro. Soon, Taylor can't hold back anymore. Her toned thighs tremble as she erupts in an explosive orgasm.
Taylor falls backwards, Kate's glistening shaft sliding out. Taylor gasps as Kate mounts her and shoves the dildo inside her mouth, forcing Swift to suck her juices off of the dildo. Taylor passes out yet again from lack of air. Kate steps over her lanky frame, allowing several more men to circle around Taylor. The men begin jerking off and soon Taylor's soft, supple frame is doused in cum".
- Submission by jdo90
Taylor Swift vs. Karlie Kloss
"What started as a painfully timid bout between two close friends had turned into a malicious, vindictive fight for supremacy in what felt like an instant. To the surprise of everyone in the arena, the winless Swift had embraced a shocking heel-turn; confidently stalking the wounded pixie, Karlie Kloss, as she racked the far corners of her brain in order to come up with a method of finishing the brunette off. Karlie huffed and puffed as she shuffled aimlessly across the ring on all fours, her gangly limbs shaking with each inching forward. Suddenly Taylor surged from behind the downed brunette, sliding to her hip and slinging one of her size eight and a half boots into Karlie's hanging jaw.
Karlie let out a gruff grunt as her head was sickeningly whipped backwards as if she'd been in a car crash, her upper half lifting off the canvas before she flopped like a fish out of water to her backside. The brunette gutturally sputtered up a mouthful of blood across her naked chest as she slid spread eagle, each of her lanky limbs extending to a different corner of the ring as she blankly stared up into the rafters. After a moment of drinking in the excitement of the ravenous crowd, Swift's silhouette eclipsed the overhead lights as Karlie stared skyward.
As if a sympathetic wire to her brain had been ruptured and her compassion vanished, Swifty mounted Karlie's slender belly and began pumping biting elbows into Kloss' vacant features. Karlie's skull trampolined off the springy canvas with each unfettered strike until an incensed Swift was literally peeled off the incoherent brunette by the official. With a passion and fire yet to be seen from the goodie-two-shoes singer, Tay let out a spine-tingling scream in celebration of her first victory; scoffing at the topless, twitching corpse of her former bestie as she was ushered out of the ring".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Kate Mara vs. Taylor Swift
"The queen of the pop music world had become somewhat of a laughing stock early in her fighting career, dangerously tiptoeing the shameful line leading to relegation or retirement. Swift wasn't used to failure, but this world seemed to be too rough for the platinum blonde. That was until she finally stumbled into a win against her longtime friend and newfound rival, Karlie Kloss. A whiff of success seemed to be all Tay needed to find her proverbial footing, as her confidence was sky-high and bubbling over. Body language alone was all you needed to tell who tonight's winner would be. The vulnerable redhead was tumbling into the depths of the Strawweight ranks, and despite a valiant showing, the lanky blonde was too much.
Mara woundedly dipped to a knee in the center of the ring, planting a palm against the canvas to remain upright as crimson drool sloshed over her bottom lip, a mouthful of blood staining the snow-white mat at her feet. Her freed, fleshy B-cups teardropped toward the canvas as Swift twirled her bra around an extended finger, viciously taunting the downed redhead. The blonde added Kate's bra to a neat little pile in the corner, tossing the balled bra atop Kate's sweat-soaked thong which didn't make it more than a handful of minutes into the match. The redhead's milky, pale skin glistened under the overhead spotlight, twisted into a modest ball of limbs as she pittifully mewled, attempting to shield her dangling girls and kitty.
A determined Swift approached the downed actress and hunched over at the waist until she was face-to-face, spreading her slender stems into a gangly split. Kate whimpered as Swift devilishly snaked one of her palms over Mara's naked slit, twisting her digits around a clump of the redhead's manicured pubic mound. With the other balling a headful of hair, Taylor yanked the paralyzed Mara upright to her noodly gams before slinging her across the ring into the springy ropes.
Kate's turned, flushed cheek was debilitatingly speared by Swift's raised heel as she rebounded off the ropes, her diminutive frame stiffening as a fleshy *CRUNCH* erupted, followed by a serenading chorus of "OOOOOOOOHH's" from the bloodthirsty crowd. Kate's vacant bulbs immediately fluttered shut as she comically sloshed on her heels, swaying before her crippled, convulsing frame teetered over and hit the canvas with a weighted thud. Arms and legs lifelessly scattered to all four corners of the ring as she skid to a stop spread eagle, her fleshy bosom jiggling with the trampolining of the canvas below. Swift callously approached the lifeless corpse and planted a heel on her rosy cheek, hoisting her arms above her head and flexing during the needless 3-count".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Taylor Swift vs. Mandy Moore (First To Cum)
"You wouldn't be entirely mistaken if you were to curtail your expectations for a sexual supremacy match between two of the more prudish, unaccomplished fighters the league had to offer. Though in a stunning twist, these two beauties had flipped a buried switch and put on an unabashed show. Both having been stripped nude, Swift at the brunette's hand and Mandy of her own volition, the blonde's vision swirled as she curled into a defensive ball at Moore's heels, fatally wounded and exhausted. Mandy disgustedly huffed and pumped a pair of soccer kicks into the blonde's curled spine, wailing as she unfolded from the fetal position, staring meekly up at the towering brunette with tears welling in the corners of her bright blue bulbs.
Moore's lips curled into a toothy grin as she stroked the colossal shaft strapped to her pelvis, leaning forward and twirling her digits around a clump of Tay's sweat-caked locks, holding her still as she took a devilish seat atop the blonde's face. Swift bucked and squirmed as her nose buried deeper into Mandy's folds of flesh, the brunette quivering as Taylor desperately curled her arms around Mandy's bronzed thighs and blindly thrust her fingers into Mandy's slit, wildly pumping and massaging the brunette's plump cunt in a last ditch effort to make Mandy cum before her own end. Too little, too late. Swifts' desperation left her vulnerable as Mandy lifted her behind off Taylor's flushed features and ruthlessly drove the strap-on down her throat. Taylor helplessly gurgled as Mandy callously, mercilessly face-fucked the sputtering blonde. Mouthfuls of drool dribbled down the shaft as Mandy continued to pump to the hilt, paralyzing the gurgling pop star with breathtaking thrust after thrust.
Moore's naked frame quaked as she clasped Taylor's wrists and yanked them from her slit, stopping Taylor's futile efforts in their tracks. She then trailed her posessed digits down Taylor's convulsing frame, stopping to palm her golden orbs, sadistically gnawing on Swift's perfect, pink nipples, nibbling the tender flesh until it stretched from her sternum. Taylor's bright bulbs began to fade as she was slowly smothered near unconsciousness, rolling into the back of her skull as Mandy kept the head of her rubber cock stuffed unceremoniously down the back of the blonde's bulging throat.
Suddenly the blonde sputtered back to life as Mandy slid her fingers between Taylor's thighs, brushing over her shaven cunt, parting her plump lips and diving inside. Swift's thighs turned to jelly as Mandy began to expertly stroke and manipulate the blonde, muffled squeals erupting from between Mandy's suffocating cheeks as Swift twitched and spasmed. Moore continued to pump her devilish digits until finally the blonde exploded, melting to the canvas, her legs falling into the splits as her lower half violently shook and shuddered, gurgling in ecstasy, drenching Mandy's palm with an explosive orgasm. Moore triumphantly lifted off a motionless Swift with a dismissive scoff, wiping Swift's own juices across the blonde's naked chest, coating her already sweat-soaked sternum. Never judge a book by its cover".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Taylor Swift vs. Mandy Moore (First To Cum)
"Despite having all of the odds in her favor, Taylor Swift was having a tough time with her opponent. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Victoria Justice and Taylor Swift had mocked and jeered Mandy before the fight. Justice bragged about how she had beaten Moore in the Lumberjack and Jill match and had caused Moore to be brutally fucked. Taylor gloated, saying that Mandy would, once again, get fucked in the ring.
After several empty handed exchanges, Victoria, whom stood at ringside, decided to help her new teammate turn the tide on the older brunette. Justice sneaked behind Moore and trapped her arms behind her back, allowing Swift to land an array of kicks and slaps. Taylor then took advantage of her trapped foe and began ripping off her clothes, shedding off her attire until she was naked. Swift reached down and grabbed the strapon, thinking victory was in her grasp. But stopping to taunt Moore was a mistake.
Mandy, regaining her energy, flung her long tan leg out, drilling her bare foot up between Swifts long legs, catching her right in the cxnt. Taylor drops the dildo and immediately collapses in the fetal position, howling in pain and clutching her crotch. Before Victoria can react, Mandy bends her leg back and kicks her heel up into Victoria's crotch, forcing Justice to let go of Mandy's arms. Moore grabs Victoria's head, tucks her chin on her shoulder and drops down to the canvas, obliterating the lanky Justice with a devastating Stunner! With Victoria knocked out, Moore turns her attention to Swift, overwhelming the blonde, obliterating her abdomen with stomps and elbow strikes.
Mandy, after suffering so many losses, seemed to be taking all of her transgressions out on the multimillionaire blonde. She did to Taylor what so many others did to her. She savagely stripped off the lanky blonde's designer clothing, unveiling every inch of the Pop Queen's pale flesh. Taylor, once arrogantly smirking and giggling, was now sobbing. Her mascara streaked down her anguished features as she struggled to push herself up on all fours. She slowly crawled across the canvas, desperately reaching her right hand toward the ropes while her left hand reached down to cover her freshly shaven pussy. Her fruitless endeavor to shield herself and reach the ropes were thwarted by her vengeful foe.
Mandy snagged Taylor by the ankle, dragging her back to the center of the ring. Tayloy never saw Mandy step into the harness of the mammoth strapon; so when Mandy grabbed a hold of her hips, she didn't realize how dire her situation was going to soon become. "Maybe Victoria hid the strapon from her. Surely the fans couldn't be chanting this loud because Mandy has the strapon. They would be warning me if she did. They love me and they certainly aren't that barbaric," Taylor self-righteously thought to herself. But reality came crashing into Taylor like a ton of bricks.
The leggy blondes bright blue eyes buldge out and a pained gasp escapes her trembling mouth as Mabdy shoves the tip of the dildo inside her pussy. Mandy grabs a handful of blonde hair and tugs back, forcing her rival to stare up at the cheering crowd. Cameras flash, creating a strobelight effect as Mandy begins pumping her hips, cramming the giant dildo inside her trembling foe. Mandy's mouth stretches in a wide grin as she viciously fucks Taylor doggy style, "You're mine, Taylor! Ya hear me? I'm gonna take you like the bitch you are. You and your loser friend have humiliated me for the last time!" Mandy roars, pumping her hips, jerking back on Taylor's hair and slapping her pale, upturned ass.
Taylor, after several minutes of intense fucking, is laying with the side of her face pressed against the cum-soaked canvas of the ring. Her arms were no longer able to hold her up and were splayed at her sides. Her knees were tucked under her, elevating her well-spanked, bright red ass. She was both mentally and physically exhausted and no matter how much she tried to fight it, the waves of her impending orgasm had been rising higher and higher. With a pitiful, mournful whimper, Taylor finally succumbed to the brutal thrusting. A deep, guttural moan rose from her belly and was ripped from her throat. Her vagina contracted and pulsed as she gushed out, releasing in euphoria.
The audience gave Mandy a standing ovation as the referee called for the bell. Mandy, beaming with joy, gave her hips one last thrust, causing Taylor to whimper and cry in pain. Mandy withdrew the dildo from Taylor's glistening sex and stepped out of the harness, watching intently as Taylor's limbs flattened to the mat.
Mandy struts around her foe's beaten body and uses her foot to shove taylor onto her back. Swift's face is contorted in a pitiful grimace, her perky breasts are still flushed with a sex-induced blush and her pussy glistens with her juices. Moore, with a victorious smirk, pins Tayloe in a school girl pin, framing Swift's face with her tan thighs. "Well," Mandy seductively whispers, "since you got off, I think it's only fair that I get off as well." Swift, knowing what's coming, begins bucking and pushing against Mandy's body.
Taylor's wide eyes stare up at her impending fate. She pathetically shakes her head and squeals, "No...nononoNOOOMPHHHHH!!" But Mandy cuts her off, muffling her cries for mercy as she sits on Taylor's face, burying the blonde brat in her pussy. Mandy, in a display of pure dominance, grabs the back of Taylor's skull and pulls the blonde's face deep into her exposed pussy, burying Swift's nose and mouth even further inside her. Taylor's nose immediately fills with her agressor's scent as Mandy's juices freely seep into her screaming mouth.
Moore undulates and thrusts her hips against Taylor's grimacing face. Taylor tries to shake her head free, but everytime she moves, she buys her face deeper inside the sticky, muggy cavern of Mandy's hot pussy. After several mortifying minutes of getting humped, Taylor is still concious, due no body to her foe's novice experience at winning. Mandy had never actually ridden anyone's face before and she would occasionally lift up, allowing Taylor to get just enough oxygen. Taylor felt every bump and grind and she could feel it when Mandy's muscles began to spasm. Taylor's blue eyes eyes buldge out in fear as the realization of what's about to happen washes over her.
Mandy, with a lustful groan that seems to rise from her gut, arches her back and bares her clit down onto the bridge of Taylor's nose. Swift screams out as Mandy erupts. Taylor's trembling, grimacing lips and nose are quickly covered with Moore's orgasmic juices. Mandy slides her dripping pussy over the blonde's entire face, ensuring that every pore of her pale skin is sufficiently coated in a slick gleam.
After Moore has recovered from her orgasm, she sits back, cruelly flattening Taylor's breasts under her ass, crushing them into her chest. "That was fun!" Mandy grins, "I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did," the older brunette chirps before rising to her feet. Mandy removes the massive, dripping dildo from its harness and skips over to Victoria Justice, whom is still knocked out. Mandy shoves the cum-soaked dildo down Victoria's throat and leaves the team of Swift Justice inside the ring; Victoria with a dildo soaked in her teammate's orgasmic juices protruding from her mouth and Taylor sobbing and convulsing on her back, gagging and having up globs of Mandy's sticky juices".
- Submission by jdo90
Kristen Stewart vs. Taylor Swift
"Taylor pulled on the top rope for extra leverage and let out a long, cold, derisive laugh. Her knee was firmly placed on the back of Kristen's skull, pressing down on her squirming prey. Stewart's throat was pressed tight against the middle rope and the pressure from Swift's knee was causing her vision to dim. "I can't let this happen," Kristen thought to herself, "I can't let this lanky bitch beat me and I refuse to let my last image be Victoria Justice's today, smirking face. But, to Kristen's relief, the referee's voice booms above her, "This is the third time, Taylor! I'm not gonna say it again. NO MORE CHOKING!"
The ref forcibly jerks Swift off of her foe and the two begin arguing. Swift, of course, puts her hands up and innocencently feigns ignorance. "What do you mean, I wasn't even choking her!" Taylor protests. While the two argue, Victoria, once again, grabs the back of Kristen's head to begin choking her while the referee is distracted. But, after getting blindsided from Victoria twice, Kristen was aware of the cruel dark-haired beauty. Stewart, fueled by the crowds encouraging chants, was able to muster enough strength to land a hard elbow to Justice's temple, sending the devious diva spiraling to the ringside floor.
Kristen, using the ropes to pull herself up, took a second to regain her bearings. The thunderous applause from the audience rocked the arena as Stewart set her sights on Swift. While the Pop Princess argued with the referee, Kristen prowled behind her and tapped Taylor on the shoulder. Swift whipped around with a look of indignation and screeched, "WHAT?!" But once she made eye contact with Kristen, her demeanor changed from a haughty, bossy woman to a scared little girl.
Just as Taylor began to run away, Stewart nailed Taylor with a kick to the abdomen and snared her with a side head lock. Keeping one arm tight around Taylor's skull, Kristen runs and leaps in the air, bulldogging Swift's face into the canvas. Once they land on the canvas Kristen, still gripping Taylor's head, locks in a cross face. The leggy blonde screams and reaches toward the ropes and shout for Victoria. Whom is just now getting back on her feet, to help. Justice climbs onto the ring apron and is about to enter the ring when a hand grabs her ankle and pulls her down. Justice whips around to see Emma Watson, Kristen's teammate, launching an overhand punch that slams into her skull. Emma, having seen enough of Taylor and Victoria cheating their way to victory, scrambles ontop of Justice, kicking her repeatedly in the ribs until she is no longer moving.
With no Victoria to help her out, and with her hands too far away from the ropes, Swift is forced to tap out. Kristen drops Taylor's head and exchanges nods with Emma. Watson slides in the ring and immediately begins stripping off Taylor's clothes. The leggy blonde diva screams and thrashes, her face burning red as the British starlet unveils ever inch of Swift's pale white skin. Taylor is so preoccupied with covering up her exposed breasts and smooth pussy that she doesn't see Kristrn leave the ring, nor does she see Kristen retrieve a black box. Kristen slowly takes out her surprise toy, causing a chorus of cheers and camera flashes. Almost instantly the cheers are drowned out by Taylor Swift's pitiful pleas for mercy and, soon enough, her mortified, humiliated sobs".
- Submission by jdo90
Kristen Stewart vs. Taylor Swift
"Kristen gave a shit eating grin to the crowd as she pulled at the Taylor's legs, applying more and more pressure to her Sharpshooter hold. Taylor screamed in response, banging the ring floor in pain as the referee asked her if she wanted to tap. When the Pop Princess came to the arena with her friend Victoria Justice, in an elegant and royal wrestling attire, it had been clear that Taylor had expected an easy fight with such a reputable "jobber." Yet this attitude quickly soured, with Kristen using a high variety of wrestling moves and holds that constantly kept her off balance.
Still, Taylor was able to get a few hits in, especially with Victoria occasionally distracting the referee during the match, until Kristen had enough of Victoria when she dive kicked her off the side before trapping Taylor in the current hold. As Taylor gave another scream of pain, Kristen chuckled and said.
"Well well, Taylor, looks like you really are all talk and no game." She looked at the moaning Victoria in the sideline and shook her head contemptuously. "Look like your big plan to have Victoria help didn't work out did it?" Taylor only moaned in pain in response on as her long legs were being pulled to their limit. The ref asked again if she gave, and Taylor for a minute or so, desperately attempted to hold on, to give Victoria time to help, but in the end it was too much and Taylor was soon tapping the ring floor at which the Ref gave the signal to ring the bell! Kristen, with a smug sense of satisfaction, threw the moaning Taylor's legs away as the ref raised her hand to the announcer.
"Ladies and Gentleman, your winner for tonight, by submission, Kristen Stewart!"
The crowd went wild in cheers, the excitement for what Kristen had in mind for Taylor was beyond words. Kristen understood as well, and started walking to her black box with her "toy." Yet suddenly, the recovered Victoria came up from behind and smashed Kristen to the floor, before kicking and stomping her until Kristen was now the one mewling on the floor. Giving a "sweet" smile to the crowd, Victoria turned to her friend Taylor and helped her up. As she got up, the recovering Taylor, angered at the result of the match, walked over to Kristen and gave her a kick to the stomach saying.
"You inbreed vampire trash!" At which Taylor delivered another kick, "How dare you treat a queen like me like that! Time to teach you your place!" At which her and Victoria grabbed Kristen by the hair and pulled her to her feet, dragging her to the turnbuckle, and throwing her back into it hard. Laughing manically, Taylor and Victoria both grabbed Kristen's white tank top and tore it about, revealing Kristen's tits to world.
"Such small things aren't they Taylor?" said Victoria with a giggle, "there's almost no target at all!" At which Victoria delivered a chop to Kristen's breasts, followed by one from Taylor, then Victoria, then Taylor, again and again, until finally relenting, as Kristen hang off the turnbuckle, barely on her feet.
"Not such hot stuff now are you?" said Taylor, "why don't we have some fun, with that "toy" you brought. Victoria, wont you be a dear and fetch it." Victoria nodded, and went out of the ring to grab the box, as Taylor contemptuously slap Kristen's face side to side. Grabbing the box and opening it, Victoria face beamed, as she pulled out a wooden paddle and showed it to Taylor, at which Taylor laughed, grabbing Kristen's face saying.
"My my, cant say I'm disappointed. That does look like a fun toy to play with, don't you agree!"
"Fuck you!" defiantly muttered Kristen, at which Taylor gave her another slap and beckoned Victoria to come over. Victoria obliged, pulling out her signature handcuffs as well and started to bring the paddle ringside. Yet suddenly, from the crowd behind Victoria, a figure emerged, and jumped over the crowd barrier and pushed Victoria into the ring stairs. As Victoria reeled back in pain and fell to the floor, the figure was reveled to be non other than Kristen's stablemate and once old rival Emma Watson in white shorts and top.
Not letting Victoria relent, Emma started to kick and smack Victoria silly, causing the shocked Taylor to turn away from Kristen and move to help her partner. Yet Kristen saw the opportunity and using what strength she had left, pushed herself off the turnbuckle and grabbed Taylor by the hair, and smashed her to the floor with a running bulldog! Taylor, not expecting this, was left mewling as she held her head in pain, the dominance she once showed now completely gone, as Kristen huffed and recovered next to her before standing up, saying to Emma.
"Took you long enough!" Emma for her part had lifted Victoria up and held her head underneath her arms saying.
"Sorry love, the crowd gave me more trouble than expected. Now one moment." At which Emma then performed a DDT on Victoria, completely knocking her out cold! "There we go, that's taken care of. Where were you? Ah yes."
At which Emma then grabbed the paddle, and the handcuffs and started to bring them over to the ring. Entering the ring, Emma passed the paddle to Kristen who graciously accepted, at which they both then grabbed and dragged the mewling Taylor to the turnbuckle. As Emma handcuffed her over the middle turnbuckle, Kristen grabbed Taylor's shorts and strip them off, reveling a black thong underneath, exposing Taylor's pale cheeks to the world. Kristen gave a mischievous smile in response saying.
"My my my, what a lovely target! Don't you agree Emma?'
"Why yes, I do, why don't I help steady it!" At which Emma grabbed Taylor's thong, and gave her a hard wedgie! Taylor gave a pathetic moan in response, her attempt to break the handcuffs failing utterly as Kristen readied the paddle saying.
"Well Taylor, it looks like its time for you to step down from your throne!" At which Kristen swung the paddle hard into Taylor's cheeks with an audible SMACK. The crowd cheered in response, and Kristen did not relent as she smacked Taylor's ass again and again, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Taylor tip tap her feet in futility as Emma keep the wedgie hold tight until Kristen finally stopped, leaving Taylor's cheeks red and raw and mewling as Kristen chuckled and said.
"And let that be a lesson for you, and everyone else in the CWF, that Em and I. We're not here to lose, we're here to take this federation by storm, right Emma!" At which Emma grabbed Kristen's hand and raised it in the air, eating up the crowd's cheers saying.
"That's right, and we're here to say, that tonight, JUSTICE has been denied!"
- Submission by AKMaster
Emma Watson/Kristen Stewart vs. Taylor Swift/Victoria Justice (Lumberjack & Jill Match)
"Emma and Kristen beamed at each other, as they held onto the ring ropes and applied a corner foot choke on their opponents. Their opponents, Victoria Justice and Taylor Swift respectively, could only sputter and flail their legs in desperation as their opponents cut them off from oxygen with their feet. It had been no surprise that the first tag team match of the federation had been between these two teams, after the humiliations Witchpire suffered at the hands of Swift Justice in the past few weeks. Indeed, Victoria and Taylor had spent the upcoming weeks gloating about the upcoming match, clearly intent and eager to use the lack of rules to their advantage. They had even come to the ring in full royalty regalia, clearly believing themselves to be CWF royalty, much to the chagrin of the crowd and the lumberjack wrestlers. Yet their high and mighty attitude soon faded as Emma and Kristen showed that they werent ones to mess with, as they fought together in perfect harmony, overwhelming and eventually dominating the shocked and clumsy style of Swift Justice. The fact that Emma and Kristen were both fully clothed still compared to their naked opponents only highlighted this dominance even more.
Even Taylor's and Victoria's attempt to use underhanded tactics again proved to be ineffective, with either Emma and Kristen anticipating and countering every attempt, or in some cases being stopped by insulted lumberjack wrestlers outside the ring. A fact that was clearly not lost on Emma and Kristen, as they both held onto the chokehold much longer than it would be legally normal before finally relented, with Taylor and Victoria crashing to the bottom turnbuckles, sputtering and gasping for air. Taking in the crowds adulation of their performance, Emma and Kristen meet each other in the middle of the ring, giving each other a high five and spank on their respective butts in celebration of how the match was going before Kristen said.
"Well well Emma, looks like Swift Justice is just a bunch of hot air after all." Emma laughed in response saying.
"So true Kristen. They may talk big, but when push comes to shove, they're nothing but cheating bitches. And I don't know about you, but I think its time for some payback from our last encounter." Kristen instantly knew what that meant and chuckled in response before responding.
"I completely agree dear Emma," motioning the wrestlers outside, Kristen asked. "Hey, would some of you gals please grab Victoria and Taylor's arms and hold them in place? Emma and I want to give these ladies a Witchpire facial!" While some of the wrestlers outside rolled their eyes in response, four of them eagerly jumped at the chance, Avril Lavigne and Mandy Moore grabbing Victoria's arms and Miley Cyrus and Karlie Kloss with Taylor's. Finally recovering from the last move, both Taylor and Victoria realized their predicament and tried to pull themselves free but to no avail as Emma and Kristen chuckled in response.
Turning their backs on their opponent, Kristen towards Taylor, and Emma towards Victoria, they both pumped the air together, the crowd and the wrestlers outside of the ring joining them. After which, both woman pulled down their wrestling shorts, pulled up their respective panties in a wedgie garnering a fair amount of wolf calls from the crowd at the sight of their pale cheeks, before backing into the corners. Taylor and Victoria saw what was coming and desperately attempted to break free but to no avail again.
"No... no stop!! This is an outrage," cried Taylor as Kristen came closer, "I'm a pop queen, I demand respe....mmmmmpphhh!"
"Emma, don't you dare," said Victoria as Emma came closer, "You have no right to trea..... mmmmmmpphhhh!!"
Both woman were cut off respectively as Kristen's pale checks engulfed Taylor's face and Emma's cheeks engulfed Victoria's. The crowd went wild in response, as Emma and Kristen shook their hips side to side, scrubbing their opponents face's back and forth with their derriere's. Emma enjoyed it especially, grabbing Victoria by the hair and forcing her deep in between her cheeks, paying Victoria back in full after their last meeting. With their arms held by the wrestlers outside, Victoria and Taylor could offer no defense and only could endure the humiliation in full with no respite. Eventually, after a minute or so of this, Emma and Kristen both finally relented, leaving their opponents with nothing more then a redden and greasy faces as they both desperately took in fresh breath. Running into the middle of the ring again, Emma and Kristen both high fived one another before Emma asked.
"Well... that was fun, wanna trade for the finish?" Kristen simply beamed and nodded in response at which both women went to the opposite corners. Emma grabbed the mewling Taylor by the hair and dragged her to her feet, with Kristen doing the same for Victoria, both of which offered no resistance at this point. Placing their heads underneath their arms, Emma and Kristen cheered with the crowd one last time before running into the middle of the ring with their opponents and performing a dual running bulldog, slamming their opponents to the floor head first! The impact knocked both Taylor and Victoria completely, so much so that Emma and Kristen simply stood up and put their foot on their respective opponents, Emma on Taylor and Kristen on Victoria as the referee finally performed the count.
"1....2....3!" The crowd went wild in response as the announcer gave the call. "Ladies and Gentleman, your winners for of the first woman's CWF tag team match.... Witchpire!" Emma and Kristen ate in the adulation of the crowd, ecstatic being the first women to win a tag team match, before giving each other a hug in response, before saying.
"Well that was fun!, said Emma, "Did you enjoy yourself Kristen?"
"I mostly certainly did Emma, especially with these overacted bitches. Why don't we give them the final Witchpire treatment?" Emma simply nodded in response and motioned over their black box to be given to them. Alexandra Daddario gladly complied, pushing the box to them. Opening the box, Emma pulled out two leashes, and handed one to Kristen who took it graciously. Putting them around their opponent's neck, Emma and Kristen slapped Taylor and Victoria respectively to wake them up, which they did so flutteringly.
"Why hello there ladies," taunted Emma into the horrified faces of Taylor and Victoria, "Enjoyed your nap?" Kristen laughed in response before taunting.
"Well good, cause I think its time for you both to take a walk." At which Emma and Kristen pulled at the naked women's leases respectfully. Taylor and Victoria could only moan and weakly comply, so utter beaten they were, as they were slowly forced on all fours around the ring, mewling and moaning in humiliation as Emma and Kristen paraded them around the ring, eating the crowd and the cameras at the dominant display. The lumberjack wrestlers adding onto the humiliation with their own taunts at the so called royalty of CWF. Finally after a few minutes of this, Emma and Kristen both relented again, though they did so by kicking their opponents in the stomach, forcing them out of the ring into the hands of the lumberjacks, with their leashes still attached. Turning away, both Emma and Kristen laughed and cheered before giving each other another hug, and spoke to one another as they held each other.
"Well, this has been a good night Emma," asked Kristen, "Don't you agree?" Emma simply beamed in response, before saying.
"Yes it has... though perhaps it could be even better," at which Emma playfully grabbed Kristen's ass, "if you know what I mean?" Kristen simply giggled in response and said.
"Yes, I do, why don't we take this backstage?" Emma simply nodded in response, and soon both women slid themselves out of the ring and up the arena entrance, ignoring the humiliated cries of Swift Justice at the hands of lumberjacks. Before they left the arena, they both turned to the crowd and raised their arms again saying.
"Swift Justice as been denied!"
- Submission by AKMaster
Emma Watson/Kristen Stewart vs. Taylor Swift/Victoria Justice (Lumberjack & Jill Match)
"Taylor Swift was starting the CWF's inaugural tag team match for her team, the occasion even more special by the presence of dozens of lumberjacks and jills surrounding the ring. Across from her was Emma Watson, the Brit taking the lead from Stewart without asking in what would come to be an excellent choice for the brunette rivals...
Swift never had the opportunity to tag out as Watson and Stewart picked her apart piece by piece, the rivals working in surprisingly perfect sync as they tortured the blondes lengthy legs with vicious kicks and agonizing leg-locks. Swift was dying to tag out to her eager stablemate, nearly reaching her partners outstretched hand several times, but failing by mere inches as the brunette duo dragged her back to their corner time and time again. Kristen and Emma were surprised they worked so well together, the Brit's calculated but precise attacks a perfect fit with Stewart's rough and tumble style, the two techniques complimenting one another as Taylor was hit with a variety of elbows, kicks and knees.
Emma had just tagged back out to Stewart; their rough slaps turning into softer tags throughout the match as Watson gifted her golden haired leash to Kristen. "Finish it K" Emma muttered, ducking back underneath the rope as Stewart used Taylor's hair to throw her into an irish whip against the ropes. The blonde ran on weakened legs, rebounding off the sweat stained ropes when she caught a sight of Stewart about to charge, looking for a spear. Taylor lurched her right foot up to solidly SMACK straight into Kristen's forehead, leveling the brunette who landed with a dull thud against the mat. "GET THE FUCK UP STEWART" Emma screamed, slapping the turnbuckle rope in frustration as Swift collapsed from exhaustion to her knees, the brunette clutching her head with both hands beside her in pain, cursing under her breath. This was Swift's chance, the tall blonde crawling as fast as she could to Justice's outstretched arm; salvation was here, hope for victory was back, maybe she could rest her strike-marked legs for a moment...
"OOMPH" Victoria's hand disappeared her chin bouncing off the ring apron as her legs were pulled out from under her by a tall, busty brunette. Katy Perry. Swift paused as she glared dejectedly at Perry on the outside, her wet golden hair veiling her eyes as she stood on both knees in utter shock, hopelessness written across her face like a rejected puppy. Perry whipped poor, dazed Victoria as hard as she could against the ring steps, sending the svelte brunette crashing should first with a heavy CLANG as skin smacked against steel. Taylor heard a smacking sound from behind her, her head turning as she saw her last sight of the night. Watson's flying knee crumpled the wiry blonde backwards, her flexible legs slowly sliding out from under her as she stared at the ceiling lights, the world fleeing around her. Watson scrambled on top of the slim blonde, hooking a leg and pounding her feet to the count of "1, 2, 3!".
Stewart raised her hand victoriously, watching as the referee gathered her counterpart before lifting up both their hands as the first ever tag-team match winners of the CWF. Watson was eager to scold Kristen, the Twilight star still massaging her head, when a whole quartet of jills slid into the ring. Katy Perry, Kesha, Nicki Minaj and Miley Cyrus all stood face to face with the tag team winners, Perry pointing towards the ramp with a glare.
The brunettes obliged and slid out of the ring as the quartette of singers lifted Swift to her feet, Cyrus binding her arms behind her back as Minaj painfully stripped the weary blonde, ripping her clothes off her body with savage tugs that ripped the fabric mercilessly off Taylor's wiry body. Swift was left stark nude and defenseless, her body glowing and covered in her own ripped off golden hairs as the collection of rival musicians slowly showed her off. They began ramming her against all four sides of the ring, Swift's lightly tanned tits poking out over the ropes as camera's flashed in mass. Miley drew Swift back as all four took turns assaulting the defenseless star singer; Perry delivered a series of hard slaps to the face, Nicki rocketed punch after punch into Taylor's aching pert bosom and Kesha put a claw hold on Taylor's pussy that sunk in so deep that the barely conscious blonde screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face. All three left the ring once they were down, leaving nothing but Miley and Taylor alone in the ring. Taylor was forced back onto her knees, Miley shoving her down before she stopped, slowly leaning down face to face with the blonde. The crowd gasped as Miley planted Taylor with a fat, lip smacking kiss in center of the ring. Camera's flashed as Miley disengaged, raising one hand up before ripping a knee straight into Swift's forehead, leveling her for the second time as Cyrus beamed a happy, satisfied pearly white smile to the crowd."
- Submission by Mr. Drake
Taylor Swift vs. Ariel Winter (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
"You should have STUCK....to SINGING....BITCH!!" Winter shouted through panting breaths, emphasizing each word with a weighted gut punch that staggered Taylor more with every stacked strike. Suddenly the brunette detonated an explosive knee into Taylor's hanging jaw, erupting with a gruff grunt as her head slung backwards as if she'd been in a violent collision. Swift's knees limply knocked before she wilted to her backside, her aqua peepers rolling into the back of her skull as her gangly limbs fell slack to her sides, spread eagle and completely laid out in the sand before the stalking raven. Winter had started out the fight clad in a heroic white bikini top and matching thong, the struggling cups only managing to contain her mammoth D-cups for a handful of seconds before they failed and slid askew. Her sweat-soaked bottoms clung to her hips as she ripped Swift up by the scalp, only to double the platinum-haired beaty right back over with a thunderous uppercut to Swifts' navel.
Swift's pert, but comparatively diminutive bosom twitched and quaked with unconscious pitches as her sternum convulsed, slipping in and out of consciousness as Ariel decided to level the playing field. Winter sensually peeled Taylor out of her top and bottoms, shimmying the blonde's panties over her ankles and flinging the moist clump of material into the stands before doing the same with her lacy bra. Taylor instinctively pinched her thighs together to hide her exposed mound despite the haze she was stuck in, only to have Ariel admonish the singer by clapping her quaking hands away.
A perplexed frown slid across Winter's face as she inquisitively observed Taylor's heaving bosom and the thin, sleek landing strip neatly shaven above her exquisite pussy; "So those are the goods you're too prude to ever show off? I've seen better... You know, I thought you'd have a bit more fight. I guess that punky persona is horseshit".
With that, Ariel plopped her curvy frame atop Taylor's belly, making sure to grind her plump ass against the blonde's winded frame to suck even more life from her lungs. Ariel suddenly wrapped both her palms around Taylor's throat and cinched her digits into a rigid noose, centering her weight over Swift's sternum and constricting her fingers as taut as possible. Taylor breathlessly sputtered up mouthfuls of drool as her delicate throat strained, the veins in her neck popping and crackling as Ariel's fleshy garrote remained unrelenting. Taylor's flushed features began to turn a dark shade of purple before finally there was a sickening snap, her body lifelessly stiffening before turning to putty as the weakened veins in her neck crackled like stalks of celery underneath Ariel's immense pressure, finally buckling. With a dismissive scoff, Ariel climbed off her spasming mount and left the clean-up to her crew."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Taylor Swift vs. Jennifer Aniston (Jobber Title Match)
"Sporting a pitiful 1 - 5 record and thought to be nearing retirement by many; crowning Jennifer Aniston the Jobber Queen would have been a fair and fitting send-off for the aging Hollywood star. But much like her sitcom that refused to die, Aniston had other plans. Despite being all bark with rarely any bite, Taylor Swift was expected to roll over the blonde two decades her senior, never considering for a second that she might join her tag partner, Victoria Justice, in the loser's circle.
Perhaps expecting her elder foe to simply concede, Swift was completely aloof from the opening bell, mounty a paltry effort against a surprisingly ravenous Aniston. It took only a few moments for the glistening actress to assert her dominance; tossing the gangly blonde across the ring with a bra-shredding twirl of her wrists. Cupping her jiggling, newly freed tits, Swift was stunned and helpless as Jen lept across the canvas and detonated a crippling Facebuster, spiking Tay chin-first into the mat below by her scalp. The wilting blonde's skull jounced sickeningly off the canvas as her bulbs fluttered nearly shut, gurgling and sputtering with fleshy convulsions as she sulked flat on her belly, her pert B-cups mushrooming out from below her slender sternum.
Rotating to straddle the blonde's lower half, Aniston venomously cackled as she ruthlessly tugged at Swift's flossy bottoms, peeling the sweat-soaked material from between her cheeks until she wriggled them off her hips completely, leaving the pop superstar completely naked. Beginning to come to, Swift reeled and protested at the feel of the cool arena air rushing over her smooth, waxed slit; kicking out at Aniston and attempting to belly-crawl away from the pressuring blonde. With a wry smile Jen reached forward and clasped the singer's thin thighs, tugging with a domineering grunt and sliding the mewling Swift back into her lap. Taylor's thighs eased into the splits as Jennifer lustily craned forward, throatily grunting as she massaged her pelvis into Swift's plump, peeking kitty from behind.
"Hnnn--nnnnhh... STAAWWWP" Swift hoarsely wailed as Aniston pumped her hips into the blonde from behind, thrusting and rhythmically bucking against Swift's pelvis. Suddenly Jen bent forward and scooped the singer's chin, hooking Taylor's glossy lips with three digits on each side. With another paralyzing jolt, Aniston leaned back to her haunches and slung the hacking Swift in half with a devastating Camel Clutch. The blonde's mouth hung agape as she wailed and babbled, pedaling her straining stems as her upper half was lifted and twisted awkwardly off the canvas. Her naked headlights beamed toward the front few rows as Jennifer made sure to contort her lithe frame into maximum exposure, her pert, twitching B-cups on inviting display as she was bent in half at the waist. Swift sloshed and objected for no more than a handful of seconds before she rattled her submission on Aniston's thigh, as much from the humiliation as the agony. Finally being allowed to unfold from the hold, Swift's naked frame slumped in defeat on her belly, wailing as she clutched the small of her back, her thighs easing spread eagle as she floundered to her side, with only the Jobber Queen title belt offering some sort of cover as Aniston preened above her.
It might be time to rebrand 'Swift Justice' as 'Swift Defeat'."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Taylor Swift/Victoria Justice vs. Zendaya Coleman/Hailee Steinfeld
"To call Hailee Steinfeld and Zendaya Coleman's CWF records less than stellar would be an overstatement. Zendaya is one for one in her single matches and her single victory was considered by critics and fans alike as a fluke. Hailee Steinfeld has an even worse single match history, losing her only solo outing via a humiliating tit smother at the hands (or shall I say tits) of Nataly Alyn Lind. If her win/loss record wasn't abysmal enough, Hailee has also never stepped out of the CWF ring with even a shred of her clothes left intact. The young brunette, even in her lone tag team victory, had been victimized and stripped naked by Lindsay Lohan. As a tag team, Zendaya and Hailee are one for one and, much like Coleman's single career, the win they picked up was controversial to say the least. Many fans and pundits consider both women to have winless records, with the consensus feeling that their wins have been pure luck. Both Hailee and Zendaya have claimed that they are determined to prove all of the haters wrong and dispatch their opponents in dominant fashion.
Taylor Swift and Victoria Justice, much like their opponents, have an unfortunate record in both their single and tag team match history. Their loss record is so notoriously horrible that both women have earned the humiliating "Jobber Queen" titles of their respective weight classes. Neither Justice nor Swift have shown their faces since they lost their last matches and were crowned as Jobber Queen. The typically loudmouthed women have been silent after their defeats... until now. Before the match, as per usual, the devious duo of Swift Justice cut a scathing promo, labeling their opponents as the worst wrestlers they've ever seen and that neither Zendaya nor Hailee deserved to shine their shoes, let alone step in their ring. Swift Justice has vowed to not only defeat their opponents tonight, but to also get some much needed revenge on their rivals.
As many expected, the fight wasn't by any means a chess match of calculated technical moves but rather an explosion of hair pulling, fabric ripping mayhem and the crowd was loving it. Considering all four women had the rather embarrassing tradition of ending up naked by the end of the fight, one would expect for all four competitors to be stripped nude by the end. However, all of the tattered designer clothes littering the ring belonged to the devious duo of Swift Justice. For the first time ever, Hailee Steinfeld was still fully dressed, sporting a skintight black sports bra and matching shorts and was actually stalking a half naked, blubbering Victoria Justice. Poor Victoria was shuffling on her hands and knees, pathetically crawling toward her corner with her hand outstretched to Taylor Swift.
Taylor was also in dire straits. The leggy Princess of Pop was standing on the apron with one arm crossed over her bra-clad breasts and the other hand reaching back to shield her thong-clad ass, opting to cover her pink lingerie rather than tag in to help her partner. Voctoria, at this point, had given up hope of covering her black lace bra and matching thong. The dark-haired diva had also given up hope on winning. Hailee and Zendaya had an answer for every underhanded attack, every distraction, every devious device in their playbook. Victoria began crawling up the ropes and was about to slap Taylor's shoulder to force her in the ring when Hailee snagged her by the hair and pulled her back towards her corner of the ring. Justice gave a pitiful squeal in response, and clumsily backpedaled on her high heels as Hailee dragged her towards the corner.
Hailee, still grabbing a fistful of Justice's disheveled hair, ripped Victoria's head up, forcing her to stand straight before delivering a crushing knee to the tan brunette's abdomen. Victoria instantly crumbled to the mat on impact, rolling onto her back and swaddling her sore stomach, tears blurring her vision. Steinfeld wanted no time and climbed up onto the top turnbuckle, steadying herself on the ropes before leaping high in the air. The young brunette performs a shooting star press, backflipping through the air while facing forward. Just before landing on her opponent, Hailee pulls her knees to her abdomen, causing her kneecaps to stab into Justice's sternum on impact. The crowd leaps to their feet as Steinfeld connects with her finisher: Hailee's comet. Hailee grabs one of Victoria's long, lean legs and pulls if far back for a humiliating pin. Taylor quickly enters the ring and finally unwraps her hands from her body to attack Hailee and break up the pin.
Zendaya sees Swift bumbling across the ring and quite literally leaps into action. Coleman leaps over the ropes and sprints at the oncoming blonde, nailing Taylor with a devastating front kick that would impress Anderson Silva! The ball of Zendaya's bare foot crashes into Taylor's chin, turning the lanky blonde's lights out on impact. The referee finishes the three count just as Swift collapses face-first on the canvas, her body sprawled out in a gangly heap. The crowd bursts into cheers as Hailee and Zendaya pick up their first decisive victory, cementing themselves as more than beautiful punching bags. As for the team of Swift Justice, they are once again laying unconscious in the ring. Hailee and Zendaya look down at their opponents and Hailee speaks up, "Hey Z, do you notice something wrong with this picture?" Zendaya pouts her lip and concentrates, "Yeah, something seems unfinished..." Coleman taps her chin before her eyes light up, "Oh I know!!"
Zendaya struts over to Taylor's unconscious body and kneels down. Coleman unhooks Swifts bra, whipping it off, and begins shimmying down her thong. Hailee follows suit, stripping off Victoria's undies until both women are left nude. Zendaya drags Swift's face-down body ontop of Victoria, placing their defeated foe's in a compromising 69 position. Hailee and Zendaya use Swift Justice's discarded lingerie to tie their limbs together before rolling them out of the ring. Swift Justice lands in a heap of tangled limbs on the outskirts of the ring, with Swifts body piled ontop of Victoria's and both ladies with a mouthful and noseful of each other's vagina. Coleman and Steinfeld leave their foe's tangled, tied-up bodies on the floor and hug each other before waltzing back up the ramp with their heads held high."
- Submission by jdo90
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.
"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.
"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
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