Emilia Clarke

  

Age: 33

Height: 5'2

Weight: 115 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: London, England

Record: 2 - 2

Wins: Emilia Clarke (51%) defeats Daisy Ridley (49%)

Emilia Clarke (52%) defeats Miley Cyrus (48%)

Losses: Natalie Dormer (58%) defeats Emilia Clarke (42%)

Alexa Bliss (67%) defeats Emilia Clarke (33%)

Rivals: Natalie Dormer (0 - 1)

Natalie Dormer (58%) defeats Emilia Clarke (42%)

Emilia Clarke vs. Natalie Dormer (Oil Wrestling Match)

"It took little more than a handful of body-to-body exchanges for even an unseasoned pair of eyes to pick out the fighter making her debut; as the typically-gleaming brunette, Emilia Clarke, had her pearly smile turned upside down by a dominant Dormer just minutes in. Exacting a form of pent-up revenge on her former co-star, Natalie Dormer had turned the wailing, indecisive brunette into her playtoy, gleefully peeling a pleading Clarke out of her lacy top and bottoms with relative ease. Having had her brains scrambled by the humiliating stakes of their match, a now completely naked Clarke spent the next few hapless moments of her consciousness attempting to slide around the oil-soaked ring and collect her strewn bits of clothing; attempting in vain to piece her outfit back together and re-robe. Snatching the ankle of her pitiful opponent, Natalie Dormer pulled the flailing brunette into her lap and snuck a forearm around her throat, tucking it beneath her chin and wrenching a gurgling Clarke into a rear naked (quite literally) choke. The spent brunette twisted and flailed with all her might, but the oil-soaked writhing only sunk her deeper into Dormer's venus flytrap. Her throaty mewling had slowed to a dull gurgle by the time Natalie added a brutally humiliating legspread to her lewd display, pulling Emilia's slender stems into the splits and parting her plump kitty lips for the invasive cameras. A stream of drool sloshed from her bottom lip as her mouth fell agape, dribbling between her convulsing tits and trickling down her flexing belly, just reaching her oil-soaked mound of pubic hair when her bulbs mercifully rolled into the back of her skull, limbs falling slack as Natalie secured the knockout".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Emilia Clarke vs. Daisy Ridley

"Emilia gave a nasty shit eating grin as she applied more pressure on Daisy's head against the ropes in an illegal rope choke. Daisy for her part, sputtered and desperately  attempted to pull at the ropes to help relieve the pressure but it was to no avail. Indeed after a few seconds, Emilia gave a mocking yawn of boredom at Daisy's efforts, as the ref soon attempted to intervene. "Emilia," said the ref, "No choking against the ropes! 1...2...3....4..."

At which Emilia, in her gold wrestling attire, finally let go of her opponent, leaving Daisy, in her blue wrestling attire, coughing and sputtering on the floor, feigning innocence as the crowd, continued to boo her. Grabbing Daisy by the hair, Emilia lifted her larger opponent to her feet and dragged her to the turnbuckle before slamming Daisy's head against it, causing Daisy to slump, face first,  against the top turnbuckle. Emilia for her part, simply back up slightly and drank in the "adoration" of the crowd, seeming to enjoy the  boos and jeers that she was receiving from the crowd that had once been on her side. Giving a contemptuous humph, Emilia simply retorted to the crowd.

"Uhhh.... when will the crowd learn? Only jobbers and losers play fair! And I'm not a jobber!" At which Emilia walked up to Daisy and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to face her saying. "Dont you agree Daisy?"

Daisy could only mewl in response and attempt to break free of Emilia's hold of her hair, but Emilia simply responded by applying the same crotch claw that had made Daisy  her pet the later half of the match. Daisy gave a cry of pain, as her knees wobbled in response, yet Emilia kept her on her feet. Daisy, attempted to push Emilia's hands off her womanhood but it was to no avail.

Finally after a minute or two of this torture, Daisy finally gave up trying to pry Emilia's hands and instead opted to elbow her in the face. It was a act of defiance, an act to hallmark how she nearly beaten Emilia so many times tonight and how much she despised the woman. Unfortunately for her however, Emilia had expected this move and blocked it, though to Daisy relief, she had let go of her womanhood in the process. This relief was short-lived as Emilia responded to Daisy's defiance by slamming her head against the turnbuckle,  once, twice, then three times, causing Daisy to crumple to the floor on her knees. Grabbing Daisy by the hair again, Emilia lifted her up to her feet, and molded Daisy's face

to look her in the eye saying.

"Nice try loser, but I think its time for you to take your rightful place!" At which Emilia gave a sloppy and forced kiss on Daisy's lips before throwing her into a harsh headlock. As Daisy mewled and try to pry Emilia off, Emilia gave one more standing ovation to the crowd before running up the turnbuckle and jumping in the air, bringing Daisy's face down onto the ring  floor hard in a turnbuckle bulldog. Daisy's body jolted as the lights were completely knocked out as Emilia beamed at her handiwork. Walking on all fours, Emilia crawled to the slumbering Daisy and daintily lifted Daisy's hand, looking at the booing crowd innocently as she let it flop to the floor. Giving a satisfied chuckle, Emilia got to her knees and repositioned her into what Emilia called "The Queen's Lock" where Daisy was curled and locked up into a ball, with her bum protruding in the air. Taking a seat on it, as though it was her own throne, Emilia lazily looked at her nails as the three count was given....

"1...2...3!!!" At which the bell rang and Emilia raised her hands in victory, as the crowd jeered and booed even more. Undeterred, Emilia got more conformable on her throne and before asking for a mike, which was given to her by a referee. Dusting the mike off, Emilia brought to her lips saying.

"And let that be a lesson for all. As the Queen of Dragons, I will no longer show any mercy, I will take what is mine! And for those who oppose me, like that whore Natalie Dormer!" At which Emilia initiated a few spanks on Daisy to get her to move fruitlessly. "This will be your fate! You've been warned!" At which Emilia threw away the mike and continued to sit on her new found throne, the first of many in her mind, before saying.

"Long Live the Queen!""

- Submission by AKMaster

Alexa Bliss vs. Emilia Clarke (Oil Wrestling Match)

"While a debut loss is never looked upon kindly, it would be fair to chalk Alexa Bliss' first defeat up to bad scheduling luck. A true coinflip fall to a much more stout and seasoned professional wrestler didn't spell disaster for the pixie blonde's career, and in her first bout as a favorite she handled business with ease. Completely out of her element, and even moreso out of her league, Emilia Clarke stood little chance from the opening bell. While the oil wrestling match had a more playful feel than a sinister one, Bliss never relenquished control for a second, ragdolling the brunette across the slippery ring with a million-dollar smile until a final rear naked choke to the dizzied actress brought about her merciful end."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Emilia Clarke vs. Miley Cyrus (Sex Fight Title Match)

"Miley Cyrus is known, both in and outside of the ring, for her lewd, hypersexualized persona. Even from her first match in the CWF, it was evident that the fiery Tennessean was going to be a Sexfight Champion. Cyrus confidently swayed to the ring, wearing nothing but a black thong and a seductive grin. Her eyes were fixed on her opponent standing in the ring. Miley couldn't wait to sink her claws into the petite brunette that was nervously pacing in the corner. As Cyrus walked around the perimeter of the ring, she stumbled upon the still unconscious body of Victoria Justice. The Jobber Queen was still sleeping on the thinly padded mats, her mouth stuffed with Knightley's sweat-soaked thong.

 What do we have here?" Cyrus giggled, squatting down over her rival's dozing, sweat-soaked face. "After I'm through with Clarke, I think I'll take that bitchy little face of yours for another ride!" Miley grins, lowering her crotch down onto the tip of Victoria's nose and swaying her hips for a few seconds before sliding into the ring to face her opponent. Cyrus gave Emilia a wink and blew her a kiss as the timekeeper rang the bell.

The match, as everyone presumed, was going Miley's way. Emilia, after all, was a relative newbie in the CWF, only competing in three matches prior to this bout and she had only been victorious once in her career. Miley, in record time, had stripped her short opponent completely naked and sat on her protesting face, scrubbing her snatch against Emilia's screaming mouth. "Oooooh, that's it, baby! Scream for Momma!" Miley groaned, grabbing a fistful of Clarke's dark brown hair and jamming the brunette's face against the drenched crotch of her thong. Miley leaned back and began teasing and manipulating the smooth pussy of her squirming prey, forcing Emilia to groan in pleasure and humiliation. Once Cyrus felt Clarke had given up hope, she hoisted the whimpering brunette onto wobbly feet and rushed her into the corner.

"Don't worry, sweetie," Miley cooed, gently wiping a few tears from Emilia's flushed face, "this will be all over soon. And after this, maybe you can fight sleeping beauty down there for the Jobber Queen title." Miley smirks, hoisting Clarke up, planting her foe's bare booty on the top turnbuckle pad and spreading her legs, giving Cyrus an unobstructed view of her target -- the pulsing, ripe pussy of Emilia Clarke. The risqué blonde salaciously thrust her head between Emilia's trembling, twitching thighs and insatiably thrust her warm, wet tongue between Clarke's equally warm, and equally wet,  plump pussy lips.

The brunette's toned abdomen suddenly stiffened, showing off her small abs. Emilia gasped, tossing her head back in ecstasy, her slack jaw hanging open in a frozen "O" as Miley athletically lifted the quivering Brit onto her shoulders and pulled away from the turnbuckle, setting Emilia up for her patented finisher. Emilia's petite, nude frame convulsed and buckled as jolts of electricity ran from her pussy, up her spine, and through her fingertips. Her light pink nipples hardened and her B-cup breasts jiggled as her lower back slumped forward, her painted toes curling as she draped herself over Miley's skull. Cyrus expertly pumped and darted her tongue into the Brit's pulsing slit, carnally eating out the paralyzed Clarke while balancing her atop her shoulders. It appeared that Clarke, like many others before her, was going to fall victim to Miley's lewd power bomb.

Just as Cyrus was about to turn around and detonate the back of Emilia's skull into the canvas, something hooked around Miley's ankles and, before she knew it, Miley's feet were ripped out from under her and she crashed onto her back with Clarke landing crotch-first on her face. The crowd was in an uproar, raining down a chorus of boos as Victoria justice released Miley's feet. The nude Queen of the Ring proudly dusted off her hands as she stood on the outskirts of the ring. While everyone was focused on Cyrus and Clarke, Victoria had finally woken from her slumber and, in an act of malice, grabbed Cyrus' ankles and turned the tables on the Sexfighting Champ.

Emilia quickly rotated her body, sitting her ass on Miley's face, and bent forward, frantically rubbing her fingers against her foe's soaked crotch. The friction of Clarke's fingers and the sensation of the silk fabric of her thong scrubbing against her clit was too much for the Sex-fighting veteran. Miley's lean legs began to shake, her tight, sun-kissed frame convulsed and a muffled, drawn-out groan escaped from underneath Emilia's derriere as Miley reached her peak, drenching her flimsy thong with her orgasmic nectar. Emilia climbed off her foe and struck a victory pose over Cyrus' body as Victoria smugly grinned from the outside."

- Submission by jdo90

Emilia Clarke vs. Miley Cyrus (Sex Fight Title Match)

"Emilia and Miley had been going at it for awhile now, neither getting a solid lead on the other in the sexfight battle, both having no rivalry coming into this but now that had changed. Emilia was on the mat on her back looking up as Miley lifted her body upward into a downward trib spreading her legs as Emilia moaned out loud, “That's right, you messed with the wrong girl this time, now stay under me where you belong!” Miley shouts out as she tribs Emilia fast now, placing her foot on the British woman’s face making her lay there in this submissive position, bodies bouncing as Emilia is getting close to an orgasm!

Miley looks down as Emilia looks defeated, arms laying on the mat as she moans out, “Nooo Miley, You can’t beat meeeee” she moans out as Miley presses down a little more as Emilia takes it trying to outlast Miley as they both are reaching the breaking point!

“Shut up bitch, you are mine!” Miley moans out as she feels her own body getting closer as she moves her hips faster looking to overwhelm Emilia but the British babe is holding on as she lays there before hearing Miley gasp as she then feels her orgasm above her! “Mmmmnoooooo!” Miley cries out as she realizes that she lost when she had the dominant position...Emilia soon following as she orgasms second making Miley furious as she falls back on the mat as both women lay there. “Can’t outlast a Queen….Bitch” Emilia moans out as she is victorious..."

- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen