Demi Rose Mawby

       

Age: 25

Height: 5'2

Weight: 130 lbs

Bust: 32DD

Hometown: Birmingham, United Kingdom

Record: 2 - 1

Wins: Demi Rose Mawby (45%) defeats Melissa Debling (55%) via RNG

Demi Rose Mawby (56%) defeats Jordan Carver (44%)

Losses: Charlotte McKinney (53%) defeats Demi Rose Mawby (47%)

Rivals: N/A

Tag Record: 1 - 1

Wins: Decker/Mawby (79%) defeats Lohan/McAdams (21%)

Losses: Daddario/Moore (55%) defeats Decker/Mawby (45%)

Demi Rose Mawby vs. Melissa Debling

"Melissa Debling and Demi Rose met at the center of the ring, both with cool confidence and a determination to win etched across their face, staring at each other, a mere foot apart. Melissa Debling broke the silent stare-off with the first quip of the night.

“So, I heard you’ve been training hard for this match, trying to prepare how to handle these,” Melissa said as she cupped her 32G boobs with her hands. She continued with a laugh, while Demi remained silent, “I can see the jealousy and fear in your face, dear, and don’t worry hun, I don’t blame you. Let me give you a hint, though. You can’t handle them. They’re going to make you submit and you’re going to worship them in the end. After all, what’s the fun in a fight against a rookie, if you can’t show them their place?”

Demi, despite trying to hold in her emotions, couldn’t help but respond to the taunts. “I’ve faced better than you and won. I’m not scared of you —“

“Really? That’s not what you said in your interview yesterday. I remember you talking about how scared you were about these two smothering you senseless,” Melissa interjected as she cupped her tits again, “and like I said you should be, because they will.”

Demi, clearly flustered at this point threw down a gauntlet, “how about we turn it into an ‘I Quit’ match then? And whoever submits has to obey the winner as the winner humiliates the loser in the ring in front of this audience?”

Melissa clearly enjoyed the fact she was in Demi’s head, and continued her taunts. “Oh, Demi, are you asking me to let you worship my boobs in front of everyone here. I definitely think that can be arranged. I accept.”

With the pre-fight taunts out of the way, each of them returned to their corner and the ref rang the bell, prompting both fighters to approach and circle each other before coming together in a collar and elbow lock up. Demi, using her technique advantage, and hooked the calf of Melissa with the back of her heel and tossed her to the ground. Demi quickly pressed the advantage and rolled Melissa onto her front and straddled her back. “For someone talking so much shit, you’re not putting up a very good fight,” Demi gloated as she took advantage of Melissa’s predicament to lock in a camel clutch.

As Demi pulled back harshly on Melissa’s chin, Mellisa could help but cry out in pain as her back was stretched harder than any back ever should. Clearly annoyed at the taunts earlier in the match, Demi enjoyed pouring on the pain. “You know Melissa, you talked about your tits earlier, I think we ought to show them to the crowd.” As expected, the crowd roared with approval as Demi removed Melissa’s bra and began to knead her poor tits, which only elicited further groans of pain from Melissa.

Accepting Melissa wouldn’t submit to such holds, but quite satisfied with the damage done, she got up and dragged Melissa to a standing position before whipping her into the ropes and clotheslining her back into the mat. “How do you like that, Melissa? Well, probably more than this,” Demi said with a grin as she kicked out her legs and jumped into a banzai drop right onto Melissa’s moneymakers, crushing them with her massive ass. Continuing her dominant debut, Demi got back up again before banzai dropping right back onto her rack, crushing them yet again. Melissa looked like she had clearly seen better days in the ring, slightly dazed, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.

Demi got up and brought Melissa with her as she proceeded to continue the blonde’s suffering  by lifting her up into a bearhug. “Your back probably still hasn’t recovered from the camel clutch. Let’s see how you handle this, bitch,” Demi growled at Melissa, still furious at her earlier taunts. Melissa moaned in anguish, causing Demi to smile with joy as she took in her surroundings. She saw the lights of the cameras and the arena, the smiling fans, and most importantly, her broken opponent in front of her, the one who dared to taunt her. And then she only saw darkness.

“Mmmppph,” Demi’s next taunts were muffled by Melissa’s rack. Somehow, with the last vestiges of her strength, Melissa was able to wrap her legs around Demi’s hips and used her new position to wrap her hands tightly around Demi’s head and pulled her into her 32G cleavage, locking in a clever counter.

Demi, disoriented and surprised, couldn’t even come up with a response, as all the lessons of her training fled her mind. Melissa, full of newfound confidence taunted Demi, “I told you I would get you in here, eventually, Demi. You shouldn’t have made life so difficult for yourself. I am going to make you regret it.” Either fortunately or unfortunately for Demi, Melissa’s smother was so effective that she processed none of Melissa’s most recent taunts. Certainly unfortunate was for Demi was her clear state of shock and confusion. Her erratic breathing enhanced the damage done by the smother-scissor combo. Her decision to maintain the bearhug prevented her hands from offering any support to her attempt to break free from Melissa’s embrace, dooming her weak struggle to failure.

“How much longer do you think you can take this, Demi? Is my breast smother just as scary as you thought?” As Melissa said that, Demi’s legs began to buckle as the Melissa’s breasts sapped Demi of her once formidable strength. Melissa continued, her voice dripping with sadistic glee “Or are they scarier?”

Over the course of a minute, the crowd watched in shock as Demi went from a dominant bearhug, to her knees, with Melissa still hanging onto her, both the smother and the scissors locked on tight. And over the course of this event, the crowd watched the sound, technical fighter, put up a hapless resistance to a smother, seemingly letting it happen.

A few moments later Demi would careen forwards, causing Melissa’s back to collide with the mat, causing a temporary release of both the smother and the scissor. Unfortunately for Demi, the collision was not a particularly hard one and Melissa was able to quickly reunite Demi’s face with her boobs and wrap her legs around her waist, leaving Demi once again without sight or breath and having to deal with a tight scissor keeping her in place. “I must say Demi, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed being on my back more than right now,” Melissa laughed, “feel free to submit to them now or in a minute, dear. You’re worshipping them either way when we’re done.”

Though Demi was only free from the smother for less than a second, that time was crucial for her to take a quick breath, reorient herself, and process how she found herself in Melissa’s smother despite having dominated up until this point. Her training started to come back to her as she recovered from the initial shellshock of having the tables turned on her.

Demi, recognizing Melissa’s smother for the threat it was, began to shove desperately on her opponent’s shoulders as she attempted to pull her head back and out of the powerful smother she found herself in. Melissa, on the other hand, was having none of it as she quickly rolled to her side while keeping the smother-scissor combo locked on before giving a strong sudden squeeze of her legs, forcing Demi to involuntarily gasp in pain. Melissa smiled devilishly as she felt the air from that gasp tickle her dominant chest. “We could have done this the easy way, Demi. But, you had to struggle, didn’t you? You really don’t know your place. Well, I suppose it’s nothing my breasts can’t teach you before I am done playing with you,” Melissa said as she rolled once again, this time ending up on top of Demi, as her chest enveloped Demi’s face, pinning it to the cold, hard canvas beneath her. Demi tried turning her head left and right to try and find a quick breath before trying out her next escape plan, but it was no avail. All she found as she turned was more of the hot, dark vacuum that was Melissa’s encompassing rack.

“If you thought all the smothering up to now was bad, Demi, you’re in for a whole new world of torture. You can try moving and turning your head as much you’d like, but when you’re dealing with breasts like mine, you’re not going to find any air or any freedom,” Melissa said as she continued her draining smother. Demi was desperate for release after suffering for a minute in a breast smother while carrying her opponent and then being nearly immediately forced back into a breast smother that spanned various positions on the ground that had lasted nearly two minutes and counting. However, she knew desperation wasn’t going to get her free.

To Melissa’s surprise and chagrin, Demi still had a lot of fight left in her, as Demi attempted to buck Melissa off by bridging and pushing up on her chest. Melissa’s arms managed to keep Demi’s head tightly wedged in between her cleavage during Demi’s first attempt to bridge out, but the bridge did result in Melissa’s lower body being forced off of Demi’s ending the straddle and making the odds of success on succeeding attempts that much higher. Melissa snarled, “I guess you’re really begging me to grapevine you. You really don’t know when to quit,” as she tried to snake her legs around Demi’s to lock in the grapevine hold and seal her victory.

Demi, despite having spent a cumulative three and a half minutes and counting in Melissa’s debilitating smother at this point would not go down without a fight though as she moved her legs around to avoid the grapevine again. This time as she bridged and shoved on Melissa’s chest, she felt things would be different. Melissa no longer maintained a straddle and was unsuccessfully pursuing a grapevine, leaving her position much less stable than it was last time. Demi successfully bucking her off and finding freedom. Demi quickly rolled away and climbed to her feet, trying to maintain as much distance as she could from her opponent as she tried to recover from a smother that would have knocked out most other competitors long ago.

Melissa on the other hand was eager to get after her capable opponent, knowing that Demi was likely still woozy, from nearly 4 minutes between her rack. However, Demi, the capable striker/boxer she was, knew how to throw jabs and use her footwork to keep the distance while she tried to catch her breath and recover. After a minute, Melissa, unable to deal with this frustrating defense, decided to simply bullrush Demi and force her back to the ground. Demi sidestepped the attempted spear as Melissa speared air before her shoulder collided with the metal ringpost. Melissa’s cry of pain could be heard for miles following that collision and while she was lucky not to have broken her shoulder, she would certainly be feeling that collision for days to come.

Showing no mercy, Demi tried to use Melissa’s daring mistake to regain her once commanding advantage. She began by slamming Melissa’s head repeatedly into the turnbuckle, before turning her back around and delivering some brutal knife edge chops to Melissa’s prized breasts as revenge for the damage they did moments ago, causing Melissa to mewl in pain. Melissa tried to counter by firing her own counterpunch, but Demi simply ducked the strike and lifted Melissa onto her shoulder before bringing her back down on her knee in a devastating back breaker drop. Melissa’s back was in severe pain as this most recent attack compounded the damage done to her back by Demi earlier in the match.

Demi wasn’t done with demonstrating the strength advantage she had over Melissa, and as she continued to regain the strength previously drained by the smother, that difference became more obvious. She pulled Melissa back up, shoving Melissa’s head between her legs and wrapped her arms around Melissa’s torso before swinging her opponent into position for a power bomb. “Hey, Melissa, I remember you told me you enjoyed part of this match on your back, let me know how you like this,” Demi said as she slammed  Melissa back-first onto the canvas.

Satisfied that her opponent was sufficiently weakened, Demi pulled her opponent back up and whipped her into the nearest corner. She sultrily took off her bikini top as she walked over to her opponent, to raucous applause from the crowd, and used it to tie the hands of her now dazed opponent together. With Melissa weakened, woozy, and restrained, there was little she could do to stop what’s next. “Oh Melissa, I am going to make sure you never forget this” Demi said as she climbed the bottom rope and applied her own breast smother to her subdued opponent. “Don’t forget my 32DDs, while smaller than yours, are more than good enough to smother you out, Melissa,” Demi yelled as she leaned her chest into Melissa’s face. Melissa tried to take the smother for as long as she could, but she was in no condition to resist for long, and her legs quickly turned to jelly, kept standing only by the force of Demi’s body pinning her to the turnbuckle.

Demi voluntarily hopped off the top rope and fired a kick to Melissa’s stomach, causing her to collapse in a heap in front of the bottom turn buckle. Demi, excitedly preparing for her next move, wrapped Melissa’s arms around the bottom rope and positioned her opponent’s head against the bottom turnbuckle. Demi grabbed hold of the rope and began to subject her opponent to a bronco buster, relentlessly slamming her large ass into the the defenseless face of Melissa Debling. Each slam served to push Melissa further and further away from consciousness and following the sixth slam, we could see a bit of drool escape Melissa’s lip, a sign of the damage wrought.

Deciding it was time to end this match for good, Demi pulled her half-conscious opponent to the center of the ring, untied her hands, and wrapped her legs around Melissa’s head, trapping her opponent in her fearsome reverse head scissors. Pleased with her almost assured victory, Demi told her opponent, “Sorry, Melissa, but I’m afraid this is the end of the line for you. This is going to hurt — alot.” Melissa’s half-closed eyes suddenly bulged open, looking as if she just had 10000 volts run through her, shocked awake by the most painful scissor she had ever been in. She pulled with all her might against Demi’s thighs, but couldn’t get Demi’s powerful thighs to budge nor relieve any pressure. Unable to take the pain and realizing she had no hope of coming back, Melissa finally tapped Demi’s ass three times to signal her submission to the victor, prompting the announcer to call out, “your winner by reverse head scissor submission, Demi Rose!”

Debut victory in hand, Demi transitioned easily into a reverse facesit, depriving her defeated opponent of breath and sight with her elite asset, much in the same way Melissa did to her not too long ago with her super massive rack. With the match over and her point made, Demi chose to display grace instead of malice with her next words. “You did well, Melissa. If you had managed to lock in the grapevine I would probably be worshipping your rack right now after likely having been knocked out by it. Originally, when I was most angry at your taunts I planned to ride your face, cum on it, and then knock you out under my ass. Now that I’ve won, rather than humiliate you too much I want to give you a way out. You were a worthy opponent who gave me a good fight, so I’ll skip the first two parts of my plan if you just kiss my ass until I tell you to stop.

Eager to avoid the humiliation associated the other option, Melissa planted a quick peck on Demi’s right ass cheek. “Oh, no, Melissa, these better be real kisses if you want to avoid you-know-what. Do it right,” Demi ordered sternly. Melissa leaned back into Demi’s right ass cheek and planted a long kiss on it, knowing she needed to keep Demi happy — or else. “There we go, darling, that’s how I want all your kisses to be. Again!” Demi said with a smirk as Melissa kissed it deeply again. “Left side, now,” Demi commanded, “make them good.” Melissa switched to the left cheek and gave it the deepest kiss yet, much to Demi’s approval. “One more for the left, dear,” Demi said as Melissa quickly complied, “and now the center! And make it a good one.” Demi’s thong was already swallowed by Demi’s large ass and as Melissa placed her lips between Demi’s cheeks, they too disappeared into the depths as she planted yet another deep kiss. “Okay, Melissa, your last one. Center, again,” Demi said with a smile, “and then I put you to sleep.” Just as Melissa began her final ass kiss, Demi pulled Melissa’s face deeper into her ass, much to Melissa’s surprise, before slamming her ass back and driving the back of Melissa’s head hard into the mat. “Sweet dreams, my dear, I hope we get to do this again,” Demi cooed as she applied the reverse facesit that would soon send Melissa to a peaceful slumber. A minute later, Melissa was out cold, and by defeating the tenth ranked Bantamweight fighter in the CWF in her debut match the way she did, Demi made the loud arrival she wanted and that no one could ignore."

- Submission by NoAirZone

Jordan Carver vs. Demi Rose Mawby

"After a brief and anything-but scintillating stint as a semi-professional boxer, Jordan Carver joined the CWF ranks with something to prove, at least to herself it seemed. Thanks to her limited background in competitive fighting, even if that background only consisted of a boxing loss to a porn star, the bosomy brunette had a cult following in the betting world before she'd even stepped in the ring. While there weren't many busts on the planet that could rival Carver's, Demi Rose Mawby sure didn't shy away from the challenge. An impressive headscissor submission victory over Melissa Debling in her debut proved that Mawby was no pushover, and despite her smaller stature she was quick and efficient in turning this bout into a stunner.

Jordan hoarsely wailed and blubbered as Demi sauntered toward the center of the ring with an arrogant conviction, the Trier-native trailing with heavy, dragging heels as Rose tugged Carver's ragged pony tail to keep her close. A bottomless Carver gruffly shrieked as Demi yanked her upright by the scalp, straightening the brunette to her full height before pulling her eye-to-eye. The battered Carver's glossy bulbs just didn't have the same gleam or flicker after taking such a thorough beating, and once the Brit got a first-hand look that assured her Jordan was done, she looked to put a neat little bow on her dominant victory.

Carver helplessly shielded her naked crotch as Demi kept her wobbly, drunken frame from teetering over; one hand twisting around her sweat-matted locks while the other slid down to her heaving chest, bunching and balling Jordan's heroic top in her fist for added leverage. Carver pathetically mewled as her massive, swelling tits spilled out the bottom of her rising top until she was wearing it like a necklace around her clavicles, teardropping toward the canvas as she hunched slightly at the waist. Her toned, flexing abdomen scrunched and panted as Demi suddenly twirled in a half-circle to pick up some much needed speed and momentum.

With one hand firmly gripping the brunette's scalp and the other prying at what was left of her spandex bra, Mawby ruthlessly spun through a vicious Hair-Mare; snapping Carver through a full front flip and dumping the bawling brunette cranium and spine-first into the mat. Jordan's frame awkwardly twisted through a full revolution before spiking the canvas; her long, painted lashes fluttering as she skid to a lifeless stop on her backside, staring blankly up at the rafters. Throatily blubbering and twitching, but still conscious, Carver simply let out a meek whimper as Rose slid forward and lowered her newly freed bosom over Jordan's features, enveloping the woozy, wilted brunette's cranium with her pillowy tits.

Muffled squeals erupted from the fleshy tomb as Jordan bucked and kicked with everything she had left, her naked frame twisting and pitching with convulsions as Demi kept her breast smother stapled to the mat, suffocating the brunette until her limbs finally fell to the ground, landing with a weighted thud. Demi beamed ear-to-ear as she traced one hand down to cup Carver's left breast; palming the massive, pancaking orb until the flesh overflowed through her digits. The count finally came as Jordan's breath gave-out, her chicken-winged gams falling into the splits as her protests stopped altogether; her naked, waxed slit on invasive display as Mawby reached down and hooked one of Carver's thighs for the 3-count."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Jordan Carver vs. Demi Rose Mawby

"Demi Rose and Jordan Carver was a battle of relatively new fighters in the CWF that was certainly going to be electric. From the moment the match was scheduled both fighters had been jawing on Twitter, Instagram, and really anywhere else they could with both promising to knock the other out.

The rookie, Jordan Carver, got off to a hot start as a dirty knee to Demi's belly in the initial collar-and-elbow lockup set her up to deliver an early Irish Whip to Demi Rose. Demi's back slams into the turnbuckle while her arms rest on the top rope, stunned by the early turn of events. Jordan Carver cups her chest, drawing roars from the crowd as she runs at the stunned Demi Rose. Jordan leaps into the air after she closed the distance before slamming her massive chest into the shocked face of Demi, giving her a face full of jug. That tit-to-face splash knocked Demi off her legs as she collapsed to the mat, devastated by the massive power of Jordan Carver's slam.

Demi tries to shake the cobwebs out of her head, but Jordan tries to take advantage of her position before Demi can recover as she grabs Demi by the hair and pulls her out of the corner and stuffs Demi's head between her legs. "Time for you to kickstart my career with an easy KO, Demi," Jordan exclaims as she lifts Demi up onto her shoulders, setting Demi up for a nasty powerbomb. Unfortunately for Jordan, Demi was still relatively fresh given the match had just started and was able to slam a few punches into Jordan's face before a swing of her hips forward allowed Demi to force Jordan to lose her balance and fall backwards.

Demi's ass slams onto Jordan's face, causing devastating damage to Jordan as Jordan ends up seeing stars as one of the biggest asses in CWF crushes her into mat. "Oh Jordan, Jordan, Jordan, you didn't think this match would be that easy now did you? Time to show you why you don't mess with me or anyone in the NoAirZone stable," Demi said as she bounces her ass repeatedly down on Jordan's face. "Should I put you out under my ass now, or should I ratchet up the pain?" Demi asked aloud.

Hearing the roar of the fans, Demi decided it was time to put on a show and that she did as over the next 15 minutes, Demi showed off a combination of technical prowess and raw power that should set her up for real success going forward as she subjected Jordan Carver to scissors, splashes, a torture rack, and much, much more. After a wicked slam to the canvas, Demi picked Jordan up once more, this time pulling her into a bearhug. Demi used her powerful arms to create significant pressure on Jordan's back which only compounded the previous abuse she suffered.

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!" Jordan screamed as Demi poured on the pain. Demi enjoyed hearing Jordan's cries and the sight of Jordan's pain-stricken face and heaving chest, knowing she was the cause of it all. Then suddenly, her view went pitch black and she couldn't hear the cries anymore.

Demi had gotten overconfident and hadn't noticed Jordan shuffling those previously flailing legs up onto her waist to lock on a body scissor or the danger of Jordan's boobs moving towards her face until Jordan gave the first hard squeeze with the scissor hold and had buried her deep in a powerful breast smother. With Jordan's arms wrapped tightly around the back of Demi's head, keeping Demi's head wedged deep into her breasts and Jordan's ankles crossed behind Demi's back, the body scissor-breast smother was locked in tight. In a crazy turn of the tables, Demi was now the only person suffering in this hold as she supported Jordan's weight fully while suffering a devastating combo hold that Jordan spent the last vestiges of her strength to lock in, a hail mary attempt to pick up the win.

"MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!" Demi screamed as she was trapped in one of the most draining breast smothers she'd ever been in, not quite as effective as Lindsey Pelas' or Lucy Pinder's, but more effective than one from a great smotherer like Melissa Debling. Demi's mind was filled anger, unwilling to believe she let herself get caught like this and unwilling to lose after dominating the match for so long.

Recognizing there's no easy way to free herself from the hold in this position, Demi decided to get creative. Demi took a couple bounding steps forwards before leaping into the air, carrying Jordan with her. Jordan was taken by complete surprise here as Demi slams Jordan back-first into the mat. Jordan's already exhausted body was taken past its limits by this slam as her arms and legs splay out, almost lifeless to the side, her breathing weak and labored.

Demi, now released from the breast smother and the body scissor, slides up Jordan's body and turns around before dropping her massive derriere over the glassy-eyed face of Jordan Carver. Jordan weakly flails and struggles, but given how weak her body is from the previous domination in the round, there's nothing she can do to escape Demi's terrifying ass prison as her few remaining breaths of air are quickly drained by Demi's famous reverse facesit. "Turns out instead of kickstarting your career, I turned you in my Throne of Roses, Jordan. Nighty night, bitch," Demi growled while posing in celebratory fashion of her defeated foe. A few moments later, the rookie passes out while Demi racks up another win and shows she may be a potential T&A champion in the making."

- Submission by NoAirZone

Brooklyn Decker/Demi Rose Mawby vs. Alexandra Daddario/Mandy Moore

"Despite inflicting a fractional amount of her desired revenge in their most recent tag victory, Alexandra Daddario was still reeling from the loss to Kate Upton that cost her the Bantamweight belt. While it wasn't Upton sneering opposite her, it was another buxom, arrogant blonde that needed a decent trouncing. And Alex was primed and eager to deliver.

While Daddario had enjoyed a decided advantage over Brooklyn in their one-on-one tussles, her partner Mandy Moore had her hands (and mouth) full of Demi Rose Mawby on the sidelines. Demi had rescued her partner countless times already, and each time she interfered, a floundering Mandy was forced to try and answer. Like a pestering fly that Alexandra simply couldn't snare, Demi helped Brooklyn kick out of a handful of deadly pins and submissions with relative ease, and it was becoming painfully obvious that at some point Alex would need Mandy to handle Demi so she could secure the victory for their team.

The most recent chaotic exchange had seen Alexandra twist and wrench Brooklyn into a crippling Torture Rack, nearly snapping the wailing blonde's spine as she paraded around the outskirts of the ring. With all four fighters having been rendered topless already thanks to the catty action, and Brooklyn having lost her thong bottoms to boot, Alex's backbreaker was a breathtaking sight to behold. The blonde's lithe, muscular frame jolted and rippled as she squirmed in Alex's commanding grasp, her freed tits quaking with every tug and arch of her fragile spine. Just as it appeared as though Brooklyn was ready to rap her submission across the actress' forearm, Alexandra let out a throaty growl as Demi once again slid through the ropes and whipped a gutting forearm between Alex's thighs. Daddario's heavy tits swayed and jiggled as she fell to her knees, the backbreaker dissolving and allowing Brooklyn to crumple to the canvas. The brunette howled as she cupped her pulsing kitty, drooling as she slumped to all fours. In a flash Mandy was in the ring shielding her partner, but she'd done little to intimidate Demi to this point. With a wry smile seeping across her lips as if this was what she wanted all along, Mawby gripped Mandy's loose locks and slung the wailing singer through the ropes. Moore hit the concrete below with a sickening clap of flesh, her gangly, towering frame left in an awkward, twisted heap as her naked bosom sloshed and twitched with unconscious convulsions.

Rather than putting her boot to the throat of the wilted former-Champ, Mawby instead sought out the easier prey, bounding through the ropes and scooping the mewling Moore up to her feet. Mandy's puddly frame swayed and sloshed as she was straightened back up on her heels, before being awkwardly partially slung over the top of the barricade separating the fighters from the ravenous crowd. Mandy's vacant bulbs began to flutter open as her abdomen was arched over the steel barricade, her legs still grounded on Demi's half of the wall, her exposed tits violently groped by the throngs of onlookers as Demi postured up in front of her.

"Fuck off, move, step aside!!" She furiously barked, palming her own massive tits and readying for a breast smother that would end Moore's night. With Moore's bowing spine awkwardly slumped over the waist-high barricade, Demi straddled the singer's frame and effortlessly eclipsed Mandy's gurgling features, engulfing the spasming Moore with her freed tits. Mandy's swelling breasts were flattened to her sternum as their pancaking bodies melded into one, furious squealing and squirming erupting as Demi locked in her smother with an arm snaked around Moore's skull.

"Wait--what the fuck?!" Demi suddenly snarled, shocked as Mandy stopped attempting to pull away from their sweaty embrace and instead locked her wrists behind Demi's back, holding her in place as if Moore was the one trapping Demi. It was only then that Demi wheeled to see Alex mid-ring, positioning her disheveled partner for a night-ending DDT.

"Welcome to the big leagues, blondie. Now take this lesson back where you belong..." The former Bantamweight Champion venomously hissed, bending Brooklyn's sagging frame at the waist and tucking her dipped head beneath her armpit. Brooklyn's smooth, plump pussy lips peeked out from between her thighs as they gently eased apart, breathlessly whimpering as Alex hung her upright by the neck. Without warning, Alexandra took a brutal seat and drilled the top of Brooklyn's skull square into the mat, knocking the model out cold. Brooklyn's heaving, swelling tits mushroomed out from beneath her slender abdomen as each limb was strewn to an opposite corner of the ring, the canvas quaking as Demi looked on in horror. With Brooklyn still awkwardly twitching and spasming, Alex rolled Decker to her backside and pretzeled her spasming frame into a revealing pin, all while Mandy kept a distraught Mawby locked in her deteriorating embrace."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Charlotte McKinney vs. Demi Rose Mawby (Tits 'N' Ass Title Match)

"Demi Rose and Charlotte Mckinney had been going at it for awhile now as both women looked like the amazing competitors they are; Charlotte having taken a beating the past few minutes as Demi applies a viscous bearhug while the blonde screams out as the brunette's chest batters her own sizable chest. Demi clearly taking a lead now as she squeezes again until the blondes white bra snaps, breaking from the pressure as she looks down completely humiliated at the sight. “Not the only thing I'm going to break blondie, come here and see the better body” Demi smiles as she lets go and watches Charlotte’s face get engulfed by her own impressive chest.

Charlotte is squirming furiously as Demi is demeaning her now with the breast smother, trapped but not out yet, the blonde quickly grips the young girl's thighs yanking hard as the brunette falls onto her ass and Charlotte falls on her belly. Charlotte knows it's now or she is going to lose badly, she mounts Demi yanking her up as she slides her arms under the brunette’s arms pinning her arms upward as she is driven between the blonde's famous chest but now on the receiving end as she squirms and bucks.

“Submit you bitch! Never go tit to tit with a blonde busty model!” Charlotte barks as the brunette’s squirming soon stops before being dropped to her back. Charlotte is breathing heavily as she is officially the winner by KO but she isn’t done as she turns around and slides her ass on the brunette’s face grinding slowly as she poses..."

- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen

Brooklyn Decker/Demi Rose Mawby vs. Lindsay Lohan/Rachel McAdams

"Another underperforming pair hit the mats as Brooklyn Decker and Demi Rose Mawby looked to one-up Kate Upton and Yvonne Strahovski with an even more impressive victory to bring them right back in the Title mix. After watching Upton work, you'd think a more extraordinary and dominating win were impossible, but you'd be dead wrong. Not even needing a single tag, the disgraced Flyweight Champion was able to dismantle the free-falling Lohan, picking her apart with deadly precision before laying out the spasming redhead with a thunderous Vertical DDT. McAdams could do little more than shield her eyes as she watched her partner twitch and spasm in the center of the ring; a single paralyzing glance from Decker enough to keep her from sliding into the ring and contesting the speedy pinfall victory."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins