Alison Brie

Age: 34

Height: 5'3

Weight: 110 lbs

Bust: 32C

Hometown: Hollywood, Los Angeles, California

Record: 6 - 5

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

Alison Brie (52%) defeats Kristen Bell (48%)

Alison Brie (52%) defeats Natalie Dormer (48%)

Alison Brie (50%) defeats Rachel McAdams (50%) via RNG

Alison Brie (56%) defeats Nicky Whelan (44%)

Alison Brie (52%) defeats Kristen Bell (48%)

Losses: Emma Watson (53%) defeats Alison Brie (47%)

Hilary Duff (51%) defeats Alison Brie (49%)

Emma Watson (53%) defeats Alison Brie (47%)

Emma Watson (62%) defeats Alison Brie (38%)

Alexa Bliss (61%) defeats Alison Brie (39%)

Rivals: N/A

Alison Brie vs. Emma Watson

"The two pocket-sized sluggers stood dead center of the ring trading stomach-churning strikes; a piercing uppercut to the brunette's taut belly, a fleshy knee to the redhead's rib cage, a bone-rattling elbow to Alie's hanging jaw. Emma stalked after the reeling brunette, tugging her close by the waistband of Brie's offset bottoms as the slack-jawed Alison drunkenly retreated clutching her chin. The preceeding action could be separated by the width of a postcard as two of America's Sweethearts jostled for position in the proverbial rankings.

Emma stood on the edge of a razorblade as far as momentum was concerned in this topsy-turvy match, wrangling the hunched brunette by a handful of her scraggly pony tail and tucking her rosy cheeks between her thighs. Emma finally cracked a wry smile through exhausted panting for oxygen, giving her bubbly derrière a playful shake as the hapless brunette's skull remained trapped between her toned thighs. 

Despite being in prime powerbomb position, the redhead couldn't even muster that much; instead simply pulling the floor out from the resigned Brie. Alison's cranium rattled face-first off the canvas as Emma's lower half went limp and she dropped to her knees, the brunette's limbs exploding outward and splaying out to all four corners of the ring. Emma laboriously rolled the brunette to her backside to reveal Brie out cold, eyes rolled into the back of her skull as Emma went for the pin; affectionately concealing a minor wardrobe malfunction with a full-body cover for the 3-count."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Hilary Duff vs. Alison Brie

"In what many thought might be an absolute squash match became the surprise of the night as Alison Brie brought her A-game to Hilary Duff, matching the former Disney star punch for punch and move for move throughout the night. Both of their chests heaving, the two stars glared at each other from across the ring, each having finally regained their respective breath after a retaliatory suplex from Hilary left them each reeling moments earlier. 

The ring was littered with stains of sweat and random strands of blonde and black hair from their back and forth fight, their staredown leaving the arena so silent that you could hear a pin drop. With a clap, the ring and arena snapped back to life as the two buxom starlets rushed each other from across the ring at full speed, each gaining until they met in the middle with a visceral CLAP as their two bodies collided against one another, each having gone for a splash. Each lady laid still against the canvas, hardly moving besides the sound of weak groans that echoed from their lips. With hesitation, the referee began to count... "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8....."

"9....." The whole audience watched as Hilary slowly began to rise, the referee stopping his count as Duff shakily climbed back onto her feet, wobbling slowly before standing and raising one hand into the air. "10!"

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Alison Brie vs. Sara Jean Underwood

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

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

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

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Kristen Bell vs. Alison Brie

"The lithe, springy Bell had stormed out of the gates, running circles around a laggy Brie. Slowly but steadily however, the tides had begun to turn. The fiesty brunette deftly snared Kristen's wrist as the blonde slung a reckless punch toward her jaw, wrenching Kristen's arm behind her back and slinging her into the far ropes with authority. Bell took the reversal in-stride, picking up steam as she sprinted toward the rubber fencing and sprung back toward a wide-eyed Brie.

Alie stood her ground with conviction as Kristen stampeded toward her like a train off its tracks, launching her toned frame into the air and attempting a high-flying Jumping Cross Body. Kristen could do no wrong early on, but as Alison found her footing in the match, her athletic supremacy really began to shine. Like she was handling a weightless one hundred five pounds, the dynamic brunette planted her back heel against the mat and caught Kristen in her leap.

Brie's knees buckled ever-so-slightly before she was able to straighten, one arm splitting Kristen's bronzed thighs as the other supported her neck. Kristen desperately pedaled her stems as she was strung up in mid-air, only for bad to go to worse. Suddenly Alie pulled the rug out from underneath a helpless Kristen, dropping to a knee and mercilessly contorting the blonde's toned frame with an Over the Knee Backbreaker.

Kristen hoarsely squealed as Alison planted one palm on the inside of her thigh and the other on her chin, awkwardly wrenching her flexing abdomen into an agonizing "C". Kristen's belly spasmed as she attempted to crane her upper body out of the paralyzing hold, her disheveled locks sweeping across the canvas as Alie continued to relentlessly arch her body in half. Her feet desperately pumped against the mat as she tried to hold out despite having Alison's knee pinned to the small of her back, eventually pattering a meek submission against Brie's hip and finally being allowed to spill to the canvas in defeat".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Alison Brie vs. Natalie Dormer

"Each fighter had more than one reason to win. For Alison, it was to break above the .500 mark, continue her winning streak and prove that she was not someone to be overlooked despite her small stature. For Natalie, she was 0-1 and had just barely lost her first fight. This was her chance to redeem herself and to prove that her slender frame is truly dominant over Brie's prominent busty and petite looks. The Slender Seductress Vs The Busty Brunette.

Brie had used everything she had against the Game of Thrones actresses, using every bit of experience she herself had learned on G.L.O.W. to try to take down and slow her lithe and agile foe. After some dangerous roll-ups and reversals, alongside a near wardrobe malfunction caused by the Brit's devious hands, Brie finally had her opponent where she wanted her. Dormer was trapped, her back against the corner, messy blond hair strewn across her face leaving only eye visible. Maybe it was a blessing only one eye could see as Brie rushed from the opposite corner, jumping up and splashing her buxom chest straight into Dormer's face! Brie pushed the falling Brit back into the corner as she rushed her again, and again, and again until Natalie could no longer stand, slumping down the corner against the bottom turnbuckle, her face covered in her own sweat and with Alison's revealing look, Brie's own chest sweat.

"Time to finish this" Brie exhaled, a twinge of doubt still inflected in her otherwise confident tone as she lifted her groggy opponent up to her wobbly feet. Brie tucked her opponents head between her thighs, grabbing her opponents waist as Natalie did the same to Brie. Just as Brie was lifting the Brit up for a sit-out pile-driver, Natalie caught her opponents bottoms with her nails, pulling them down as she was spiked into the mat. Brie barely noticed the top of her bare bum showing to the world as she rolled her opponent over, pinning her for the quick "1, 2, 3!" It was only as she was standing, her perky bum still partially on show for the entire watching world, that Brie noticed her opponents handy work. "Shit!" Brie screamed, pulling up her tights as she rushed out of the ring, glaring daggers at Dormer as she scampered up the ramp simply muttering, "This is why I should only wear a singlet!"

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Rachel McAdams vs. Alison Brie

"In what had been a breathtaking back-and-forth affair, these two resilient fighters hadn't been separated by more than the width of a strand of hair from the opening bell. Brie was on the cusp of thrusting herself into the title conversation, and win against even a middling Flyweight would go a long way in boosting her budding resume. Countless near-misses and botched finishers had led us to whatever awkward tangling of limbs was now before us. With Brie scooped up in Rachel's arms, breathlessly ragdolled in a crippling bearhug, Alison had leveled the playing field by stuffing McAdams' flushed features into her pillowy bosom. Rachel bucked and backpedaled as the scales tipped in Brie's favor, heavy-heeled as her knees buckled and she collapsed to her haunches. The brunette mercilessly cupped the back of her neck as she wrung her skull deeper, swaddling her cranium until McAdams fell limp, rendered a lifeless pool of limbs".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Alison Brie vs. Nicky Whelan

"Alison Brie was unquestionably one of the premier Strawweight fighters and possibly one of the top-2 contenders to challenge Megan Fox for the belt; but she had her hands absolutely full with the fiesty Aussie blonde tonight. Nicky Whelan had proven to be every bit her equal in terms of tenacity and heart, but after a grueling back-and-forth affair it was the more seasoned Brie who began to stem the tides of Whelan's upset hopes.

In an effort to claw her way back to even, both in terms of the match and in terms of humiliation inflicted, Nicky exhaustedly pirouette away from their latest torrid exchange with a ragged prize in-hand; Alison's scrunched bottoms. The brunette venomously hissed as she cupped her naked mound, shielding the tiny manicured bush shaven above her plump lips as Nicky stood opposite her twirling the waistband of her string bikini bottoms around her pointer finger. Whelan was seemingly much more comfortable in her own glistening skin; still beaming ear-to-ear despite having been stripped nude by a ravenous Brie earlier in the match. The typically tame and docile Alie now flipped a terrifying switch, charging the gloating blonde and slinging countless, wild, unfettered elbows and fists into Nicky's frozen guard.

The paralyzed Aussie was helpless as she was force-fed relentless uppercuts into her pierced navel, her hanging, unprotected chin, her pert B-cups, her naked kitty, and any other hunk of flesh Alison could find. A final supercharged pair of knuckles sunk with a fleshy thwack into Nicky's taut tummy, letting out a hoarse grunt as she doubled over at the waist. The blonde's runny mascara painted Alison's abdomen as she melted against the upright brunette's naked waist; Nicky's tight ass splitting the top and middle rope as she windedly bent at the hip, a stream of drool breathlessly dripping from her bottom lip to the mat below.

Brie scoffed as she locked her wrists around the Aussie's slender belly and effortlessly twirled her into position for a devastating Tombstone Piledriver. The blonde squealed and squirmed as her gams folded over Alison's shoulders, her sleek, waxed cunt nestling against Alison's chin. Alison callously paraded her wiggling prey around the outskirts of the ring, circling until she'd wandered to the middle of the ring. Whether it was an attempt to simply belittle the blonde or add extra leverage to her driver, Alison snaked one of her palms up Nicky's spine as the other remained stapled to her back as she continued to hold her upright in a 69 position. Whelan suddenly mewled as Alison's devilish digits slid between her cheeks and hooked Nicky's slit, pumping her sex and melting the blonde into a pool of quivering liquid. With a furious scream Alison detonated the twitching blonde skull-first into the canvas below, her body stiffening upside down for a moment before toppling to her back. Nicky spasmed and gurgled as her bulbs rolled into the back of her skull, all four limbs splayed to a different corner of the ring. Sitting in the splits just above Nicky's head, Alison arched her bottomless frame over Nicky's and hooked a thigh, stretching her slender, milky stem until her knee touched her nose; an invasive, exposing pin that put Nicky's most intimate folds of flesh on inviting display for a breathtaking 3-count".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Emma Watson vs. Alison Brie (Skin-to-Win Match - #1 Contender Match)

"The match for the Strawweight Division contendor had been one of the most anticipated matches of the night and the crowd was not disappointed. The match had for the first 10 minutes had been a spectacular back and forth, with each women's desire to become the contender ever clear. Especially with the guest appereance of the Champion herself, Megan Fox! Who's appreance came to a surprise to both contestents, especially Emma, who had been humiliated by her in the first Strawweight Contender match.

Alison for her part was even more determined to avenge her first defeat against Emma and soon this combined with Emma's distraction with Megan, began to turn the tide in her favor, gaining advantage over Emma, with Alison succeeding in stripping Emma of her black leotard first! Emma, who had been recovering from a bulldog, gave a small cry of shock and briefly attempted to cover herself, as the whole arena oohed and awed, with Megan's laughter being clear as day. Alison, still in her red leotard, was cheering with the crowd, as she parade Emma's clothing around before throwing it to the crowd, before turning to the still recovering Emma, with victory on her mind, saying as she walked up to grab Emma's hair.

"Looks like you got lucky last time! Such a girl like you was never were really enough of a woman to ever hold that title anyway!"

But then the low blow came! The cheers of the crowd suddenly turned to gasps as Emma punched Alison's womandhood. As Alison's smile turned to shock and pain, as she fell to her knees, the crowd was shocked to see thier prime face resort to such a dirty move. But it was clear the next 6 mintues that this was not the case, as Emma dominated Alison with an almost vindictive attitude, clear that nothing was going to stand in her way. It all accumulated in Emma in a cruel stacked Camel Clutch of the now nude Alison, showing off Emma's meaner side. Alison cried out in pain, and waved her hands futily as Emma's squeezed and pinched at her breasts, with such viciousness that one could say she may have been jealous..

Eventually however, Emma tired of this, and let Alison go, who flopped to the ring floor, moaning in pain. Emma could have well just end it then and there, but it seemed she wasnt satisfied with that, as she then hoisted the mewling Alison up to her feet and towards a ring corner. Bashing her head against the turnbuckle for good measure, Emma then forced Alison to climb up the turnbuckle before Emma threw her on her back and locked her in a vicious and stunnning Torture Rack! The crowd went wild as Emma paraded Alison around the room, as Alison squirmed futily.

"Noo..... uhhh... please, let me go...." cried Alison. At which Emma laughed and pulled Alison even harder saying.

"Oh really? Thought I was a little girl Alison!" Emma pulled even harder and paraded Alison for a few more seconds, ending with a final stare at the now quiet Megan, before letting Alison fall off her back with a hard slam! The fight was completly out of Alison, and Emma put her in a lazy pin as the referee counted "1...2....3!!!" The crowd went wild as Emma stood up and ate all the cheers as place her foot Alison's face and stared at her saying.

"And let that be a lesson to you washed up TV hag!! That that title is mine! And if you ever try to get in my way again, you better kiss your bum goodbye!" At which Emma kissed her hand and gave Alison's a contemptous spank before raising her hands in a victory pose! The crowd went wild again, and Emma ate the crowd's adoration, with the only silence coming from Megan".

- Submission by AKMaster

Alison Brie vs. Kristen Bell (Buck Naked Beauties Title Match)

"This match type was as much mental as it was physical; a true test of which of these modest beauties could overcome the added humiliation and doubts and put the nudity aspect completely aside. At least early on, the elder Kristen Bell seemed to be more adept at blocking out the chilling cat-calls from outside the ropes, dropping her armbra and instead throwing everything she had at the paralyzed, shielding Brie. The diminutive, glistening blonde was in a full-out assault, pinning Alison's bowing spine to the ropes and slugging away at her naked, jiggling torso. Brie could do little more than pull cover, one hand desperately cupping and shielding her exposed kitty, while the other pawed meekly at Bell's heavy handed attacks. Breathtaking fists to the gut, crippling uppercuts to Alison's bouncing bosom, thumping elbows to her hanging chin, and just minutes in it seemed that Brie's inability to overcome the stakes of this fight would cost her what should have been an easy win. With the top Strawweight contender backed into a shrinking corner, Bell retreated a half step and went for the hail mary, slinging a gutting roundhouse toward Brie's midsection. The flying shin was met with a meaty thwack as a flip suddenly flipped in Alison, dropping her guard and instead catching Bell's stem against her rib cage. Modesty and cover be damned, Brie darted forward and scooped Bell up by the throat, keeping her trapped shin stapled to her hip with one arm and cinching a fleshy noose around the blonde's neck with her second. Kristen gurgled helplessly as her naked frame was arched to full height, her tippy toes pedaling as she was lifted artfully off the mat and deposited spine-first with a crippling One-Handed Chokeslam. A sickening jolt ran through Bell's motionless frame as her skull whipped against the canvas, knocking her out and sending her body sprawling spread eagle. Basking in the cheers of victory, Brie was radiant as she finally embraced the invasive nudity and flaunted it, proudly puffing out her prize-winning chest and planting a heel on the downed Bell's glistening, plump mound for a 3-count."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Emma Watson vs. Alison Brie (Title Match)

"Emma Watson had been largely without an equal since the Federation embraced the weight class model; falling only to former Strawweight Champion, Megan Fox, before ultimately reclaiming the belt and never looking back. Despite having proven to be an extremely worthy challenger herself, Brie had already fallen twice to Watson, albeit neither with the Title on the line. The lithe brunette was hoping higher stakes would allow her to raise her game and slay the increasingly bombastic Brit.

Having participated in two Buck Naked Beauties matches to-date, Alison was unfortunately becoming all too familiar with the bright lights of this arena bathing her every fold of flesh, as she once again found herself spotlighted in her birthday suit some ten minutes in. Not known as one of the more devious or trophy-hungry fighters in the league, Watson was almost sheepish as she pulled away from their latest twirling exchange with an awkward grin, offering a remorseful apology after their frenzied grappling managed to unknot the chest of Brie's string bikini. The violent, chesty tornado left Alison's delicate, glistening frame completely nude after a similar wardrobe malfunction  took her bottoms during a wedgie early in the bout. Lesson learned; no more drawstrings. Flushed a humiliated shade of red, Alison began to lose her equal footing as she pressed to end the fight before she'd lost all dignity.

Emma was a patient fighter, always in control, never reaching out of her depths for momentum. With every subsequent fight and Title defense, it was proving more and more obvious that the rest of the Strawweight division was severely lacking Watson's composure. Brie huffed with growing fatigue as she lurched through a pair of uninhibited swings toward Watson's jaw; the Brit nimbly dipping past the whizzing strikes with relative ease before countering with a sharp gut punch that seemed to immediately cripple and enervate the once-fiery brunette. Brie's mouth fell slack-jawed as her abdomen rippled, eating another bony elbow to the ribs before her limbs practically shut down, drooling helplessly as she was dismantled by a wicked storm of body punches, the last of which struck with a meaty clap just above her fuzzy, glistening mound.

Brie let out a throaty, guttural grunt as her knees buckled, collapsing into Watson's sternum before her sagging frame was straightened right back up. The brunette was wide-eyed as Emma cinched her digits around her throat, lifting the gurgling Brie off her tippy toes with a jaw-dropping One-Handed Chokeslam, splattering the squirming actress' spine against the mat with a thunderous explosion. Brie's frame curled as she was effortlessly suspended for only a split second before the back of her skull was driven into the canvas, her limbs detonating spread eagle before sliding slack, eyes rolled into the back of her head. The 3-count was gratuitous as Alison's naked frame pitched with violent convulsions, finally sputtering to an unceremonious stop as Emma planted a single palm atop one of her mushrooming tits, flattening the jostling brunette to the canvas with her Title belt still in-hand."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Alison Brie vs. Alexa Bliss (Buck Naked Beauties Title Match)

"With each woman having taken turns dominating long stretches of this wild, back-and-forth affair, it was Alison Brie who was surprisingly starting to wear down the compact, seemingly indestructible veteran wrestler. It was a battle of two stunningly fit bodies, and what better way to show them off than with a Buck Naked Beauties match; though despite the spirit of the rules, Alexa had managed to find a clever workaround that at least left some dignity intact. Despite starting out with a thick, vibrant coat of body paint shielding her dynamo frame, every second of sweat and body-to-body contact left both the ring and Alexa smeared with interchanging amounts of paint. With little cover left, Bliss was starting to worry more about how much skin she was showing and less about Brie.

Rather than risking dropping her makeshift arm-bra, Alexa chose to forego her defenses as Alison coiled a sharp backhand slap, knocking the pixie blonde into the corner where she slumped into an undignified position, wailing with mortified screams as she looked down to see her chest glimmering with hardly a hint of body paint left. Sensing that her opponent was paralyzed, Brie athletically hoisted the blubbering blonde to the top of the turnbuckle, knocking her to a seated position on top of the post. Retreating a handful of steps, Brie suddenly hopped forward and charged, attempting to knock Bliss off the turnbuckle to the concrete some 10 feet below. Whether it was Brie's accompanying scream that snapped her out of it, or truly being backed into a corner, Alexa extended one of her piston-like stems at the last possible moment, spearing Alison square in the jaw with a sickening, fleshy crunch.

Alison's frame sloshed on her heels as her skull was snapped sideways, her bulbs rolling in their sockets as she drifted half a step before pirouetting and collapsing in place, spasming tits-up on her backside. Immediately vaulting to the top rope, Alexa relied on muscle-memory alone as she spun through an all-too familiar Twisted Bliss, a move that drew raucous applause from the boisterous fans before her muscled frame exploded atop Brie's. Alison let out a throaty, winded grunt as her naked frame lawn-chaired at the waist, twitching uncontrollably as Alexa scooped one of her thighs and arched her legs into a revealing split, one that spread her sensitive folds of flesh just long enough for thousands of flash-bulbs to go off from the front rows. Alison simply pitched and convulsed as the 3-count rang out, gurgling incoherently as Alexa defiantly snarled, nothing but relief painted across her stark nude features as the bell finally rang."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Alison Brie vs. Alexa Bliss (Buck Naked Beauties Title Match)

"Alison Brie was given the tall task of fighting twice in one night and not only fighting, but fighting the rising CWF star alexa Bliss and the current Strawweight Champion Emma Watson. Alison still wasn't comfortable walking down the entrance ramp completely naked. Sure, she had been stripped in fights numerous times in the past, but there was something different about being forced to begin the match completely nude, knowing that she must fight the entirety of the match in nothing but her birthday suit. The only saving grace for Brie was that her opponent would also be naked. A Buck Naked Beauties Championship fight requires both women to be naked, so everyone was on a level playing field. Brie was ever confident in defeating her opponent tonight because, unlike Alison, Alexa had never been stripped at all. She never showed even a hint of underwear during her short time in the company and now she would be forced to wrestle completely naked.

Bliss' music hits and the crowd is on their feet, cameras in hand, waiting to capture images of Alexa's pint-sized, curvaceous figure. But once she walked out from behind the curtain, she was met with a chorus of boos once they saw her body and Alison stood gaping in shock. Alexa was covered from head to toe in thick body paint! She had clothes painted on her body to resemble Harley Quinn from the Batman Arkham City video game, with painted pants, top, gloves and even face paint. Alison suddenly felt much more exposed once she saw her opponent covered in body paint, her nipples, crotch and ass covered by a thick black and red protective coat. Five Feet of Fury couldn't help but smirk as she walked down the ramp and snatched a microphone.

"Did you idiot's actually think that I, Alexa bliss, the Goddess of the CWF, would ever voluntarily walk out here naked?! How stupid can you be?" Alexa sneers as the audience jeers in anger, "I knew this wrestling promotion was trashy, but this match takes the cake. Buck Naked Beauties? What kind of title is that?! I'm the Goddess and I deserve the Strawweight Championship, not some slutty second-hand belt. This belt should be fought over by the disgusting, filthy pornstars that take up half of the roster. Like that so-called "model" Cali Logan!" The audience cheers just at the mention of Cali's name. "Oh, you perverts actually like her? Well, I guess you would. You losers would like Cali because she's a dirty, trashy slut that strips her clothes off for a handful of change. I bet if you gave her a dollar you could get a blowjob and a free STD! But you wanna know who's worse than these pornstars, who's even worse than that tramp Cali Logan?" Alexa asks, as she climbs into the ring It's you, Alison. You're so pathetic, and so desperate for the approval of these losers in the audience that you willingly prance out here naked! I can't wait to knock you out and send your pathetic ass back down the rankings! Alison, please take this ass whipping personal."

The loud boos of the crowd are overwhelmed by the loud reverb of the microphone as Alexa ruthlessly slammed it into Alison's head. Brie immediately crumbles, sinking to a knee and holding her head in pain. Alexa grabs a handful of the brunette's hair, jerking her foe to her feet before leveling Alison with a brutal forearm strike to the jaw. Alexa continues her assault, making short work of Brie, striking her with a relentless flurry of kicks and stomps, pummeling Alison's tight, naked frame. "You don't even deserve to step foot into MY RING?! YOU'RE PATHETIC!" Bliss screams at her mewling foe, mocking Brie as the crowd-favorite brunette curls in a ball, trying to shield herself from Alexa's aggressive offense.

Alexa forces Brie to unravel from the fetal position by landing several short soccer kicks to her curled spine. Alison cries out and rolls onto her back while Bliss scoffs at the sniveling brunette. With a devious scowl, Alexa reaches down and yanks Alison up to her feet and cuts the poor woman in half with a devastating knee to her abdomen, knocking the wind out of her demoralized opponent. Alison's heaving, sweat-slicked breasts teardrop to the canvas as she swaddles her tummy, incapable of mustering up any type of defense when Alexa wraps her arms around Brie's head in a front face lock. Bliss cinches her arms tight, constricting blood flow to Alison's brain before snapping back. The crown of Alison Brie's skull collides on the canvas with a sickening thud, the impact causing her naked frame to jiggle. Miss Five Feet of Fury uses her foot to roll the stiff body of her foe over and places a domineering foot on Alison's quaking, bare breasts for an emphatic and unnecessary three count."

- Submission by jdo90