Jordan Carver

 

Age: 35

Height: 5'6

Weight: 126 lbs

Bust: 32HH

Hometown: Trier, Germany

Record: 1 - 1

Wins: Jordan Carver (62%) defeats Jennifer Lawrence (38%)

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

Rivals: N/A

Tag Record: 0 - 1

Wins: N/A

Losses: Upton/Strahovski (75%) defeats Carver/Ward (25%)

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

Jennifer Lawrence vs. Jordan Carver (Skin-to-Win Match)

"A one-time contender for the Bantamweight crown, Jennifer Lawrence's career was threatening to freefall if she couldn't right the sinking ship soon. Seemingly a get-right opponent on paper given her lack of experience and devastating first loss, Jordan Carver turned out to have a much more dangerous repertoire than simply her enveloping pair of tits; showcasing immaculate ground-work that kept the taller Lawrence from utilizing her lone advantage.

Depositing Lawrence to the ground with slam-after-slam and infrequently letting her get back up, Carver used her bountiful bosom to wear Lawrence down rather than snuff her out with a singular smother, slowly peeling Jennifer out of both her spandex top and bottoms over the course of the match. Finally slipping into a full mount, the winded Lawrence's defenses were scattered and ill-advised as she insisted on protecting only against a Breast Smother, singularly focued on Jordan's freed, dangling tits. Snagging and shoving JLaw's head right past her overflowing breasts, Carver instead twisted and grinded the protesting blonde's statuesque form into a pristine Guillotine Choke, rendering the helpless actress unconscious within seconds for the upset win."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Kate Upton/Yvonne Strahovski vs. Jordan Carver/Maitland Ward

"Despite hovering around the basement of the tag team rankings with a befuddling winless record, Kate Upton and Yvonne Strahovski were still picked by many to eventually right the ship and muster the chemistry needed to sit in tandem atop the throne. Standing in their way in a must-win matchup were the busty pair of Jordan Carver and Maitland Ward. Not particularly overwhelming technical fighters, Carver and Ward still struck fear into anyone opposite them thanks to their suffocating assets; four fleshy pillows that anyone could fall victim to with even the slightest slip.

After fighting Carver to a draw for the first few minutes without needing a tag, Yvonne found herself face-to-chest with the brunette's devastating bosom; nearly tapping to a kneeling Breast Smother before some life-saving instructions from her partner on the ropes that resulted in an impressive kick-out. With Strahovski desperately struggling for the tag, a winded Carver did the same; leaving the Champ 1-on-1 with relative newcomer Maitland Ward. Every bit Upton's equal in terms of stature and bust, Ward was simply not in the same stratosphere as Kate when it came to grappling talent.

The overwhelmed redhead could do little more than hold on tight as Kate vaulted her through a punishing Implant Buster and Package Piledriver, leaving Ward groveling in a helpless puddle of flesh at her feet. Maitland's tits poured out of her micro bikini top as she sloshed groggily to her back, blubbering incoherently as Carver hysterically shouted from the sidelines, craning for a tag but unable to reach the downed Ward. With Jordan fixated on her desperate partner, Yvonne casually slipped off the apron and circled behind Carver, erupting with a diabolical Low Blow between the brunette's thighs. Carver slumped to a puddle on her knees before Strahovski mounted her from behind, straighting her back up and pinning her to the ropes, hugging the brunette and stapling her upright. As Carver continued to squirm in Yvonne's grasp, Kate once again tugged Ward off her feet, lifting her into a Reverse Bearhug and approaching the bowing ropes with a wicked grin.

Maitland's flushed features grimaced and pleaded as she was pancaked into her tethered partner; squealing before her cries diminished beneath the overflowing weight of her own partner's tits. The more Jordan shimmied and squirmed to break free from Yvonne, the deeper Kate was able to bury Maitland's lips between Carver's breasts, burrowing until Ward's entire skull was enveloped by Carver's suffocating pillows. Ward pathetically scratched and pawed at Carver's belly for a handful of seconds before her body wilted in Kate's arms, sloshing to a stop with heavy twitches and convulsions as her fingers slid down Jordan's abdomen and fell slack.

Allowing Ward to crumble into a heap on her belly, Kate planted a sole on her pale, upturned ass; planting a wet smooch on Carver's teary cheek as she looked down in dismay at what she'd been forced to do to her own partner."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins