Katrina Bowden

 

Age: 31

Height: 5'9

Weight: 125 lbs

Bust: 32B

Hometown: Wyckoff, New Jersey

Record: 4 - 2

Wins: Katrina Bowden (58%) defeats Natalie Portman (42%)

Katrina Bowden (55%) defeats Keira Knightley (45%)

Katrina Bowden (54%) defeats Stana Katic (46%)

Katrina Bowden (51%) defeats Michelle Trachtenberg (49%)

Losses: Danielle Sharp (54%) defeats Katrina Bowden (46%)

Maria Kanellis (61%) defeats Katrina Bowden (39%)

Rivals: N/A

Tag Record: 1 - 1

Wins: Bowden/Keibler (64%) defeats Knightley/Portman (36%)

Losses: Katic/Quinn (54%) defeats Bowden/Keibler (46%)

Katrina Bowden vs. Danielle Sharp (Hit The Beach Match)

"Two relative newcomers looking to insert their names into the talk of the league took center stage tonight, but it was the slightly more experienced Brit who was leading the leashed blonde. The brunette's massive, pillowy breasts teardropped fleshily to the ground as she stood over the mewling blonde, hands planted on her knees as she kept her bulbs glued to the writhing Bowden. Not only had the busty Nuts model stripped the blonde completely bare, but in preparation for a game-ending tit smother, she'd confidently unwrapped her own assets from their spandex confines.

Katrina's bright pink bikini littered the tiny dunes of sand at their feet, the tiny granules caked with sweat to her bare chest and shaven cunt, offering a hint of cover. It was clearly not in her best interest, but the resilient blonde slowly, clumsily pressed to her feet, whimpering and wobbling on her knees before the stalking brunette helped her the rest of the way.

"How 'bout a dip, yeah?" the Brit barked, taking Bowden by the shoulder and scalp before slinging her through the ropes.

Caught up in the trip-wire, Katrina awkwardly stumbled through the ropes and tripped into the rising wake of the nearby ocean, squealing as she slid face-first into the water. Her bare chest fleshily clapped against the soaked sand, restoring her senses as a face-ful of sea water rushed over her frame, flopping her to her backside and sprawling the nude blonde. Danny was on the blonde before the tide had even receded, taking a heavy seat on her slender belly and cradling the back of her skull with both palms.

Katrina pedaled her pendulous stems in protest as Danielle pulled the mewling blonde closer to her hanging rack, bucking her hips, spreading her bronzed thighs, and pathetically slapping at the brunette's enveloping funbags. It was no use, and soon the blonde's whimpering was muffled as Danielle lowered her mushrooming F-cups over Bowden's twisted features, her skull disappearing between the fleshy pillows. The gangly blonde twisted and writhed as Danielle swaddled her cranium tight to her bosom, wringing Bowden dry as their intertwined bodies pitched in the tide. Finally the Brit slung the lifeless blonde to the damp sand below after her breast smother had claimed its first victim, Katrina's perked pair twitching in convulsions as the tide rushed over her glistening body. The brunette didn't even bother to cover as Katrina's limbs driften in the rolling wading pool of water surrounding her, instead planting a heel on the actress' naked mound for a victorious 3-count".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Katrina Bowden vs. Danielle Sharp (Hit The Beach Match)

The sound of the waves lapping on the beach were drowned out by the raucous cheering of the crowd and shrill cries of the competitors inside the roped off 20'x20' patch of beach. The Main Even is underway and is a classic Tits vs Ass match-up. Katrina Bowden, and her well-endowed posterior, is making her debut against Danielle Sharp. In her previous bout, neither Sharp nor her 30 F tits could put away her opponent. The young fighter is looking to avenge her debut fight and chalk up a W. Katrina, on the other hand, is wanting to make a major splash in the CWF and show everyone why she has the best ass in the business. Katrina even went so far as to promise Danielle that, "someone is definitely ending up with a face-full of ass!"

The crowd, as well as the two women in the ring, realize the match can only end one way and that's with a tit or ass smother. The media has hyped the treasured bounty of each woman. It's been hyped so much so that any other method of victory would be a disappointment. Would Bowden sink Danielle's face beneath her lethal bins, or would Sharp envelope bowden with her large twins?

The match is certainly living up to expectations. Both women were doused with sweat and sand clung onto their glistening skin. Danielle huffed and brushed back a few strands of hair, readjusting her blue bikini. Katrina, seeing an opportunity to strike, puts her leg behind her foe's and shoves Sharp to the sand. Danielle's back strikes the sand, the impact causing pain to shoot down her spine. Katrina spins around, places her bare feet on either side of her foe's abdomen, and seductively sways her hips. The sight of Bowden's tight, black bikini bottoms rising up, revealing her plump, tan asscheeks, receives a chorus of wolf whistles from the audience.

"Say goodbye to your perky tits, Danielle... and say hello to my perfect ass!" Katrina arrogantly beams, dropping her derriere down toward Sharp's heaving breasts, aiming to crush them flat. But, just before Bowden's butt could impact her tits, Danielle curls her knees into her chest. Katrina howls in agony as her ass collides with Danielle's kneecaps. The 5'9" beauty comically bounces forward, hopping up and down while holding her stinging buns. Danielle climbed to her feet just as Bowden ran back at her and, with grunt of exertion, seized the brunette by the waist and lifted her in the air. Katrina's eyes popped open wide as her groin spiked against Sharp's bony knee in a viscous inverted atomic drop. The impact forced Bowden to fall flat on her back, her hands cupping her throbbing womanhood.

Sharp whipped off her bikini top, pounced on top of her foe, and unceremoniously planted her bare-naked 30Fs down onto Katrina's face in a devastating breast smother! "Mmmppphhhhh!! Mmmmpphhhhh!!" Bowden protested as she tried to push the Brit away from her so she could breathe. Danielle grapevined Kat's long legs so she couldn't use her limbs to her advantage and simply rode Bowden out until the taller blonde eventually exhausted herself and her arms stopped flailing.

Danielle grinned and lifted her massive breasts off of her foe's red visage, allowing the leggy blonde to gulp in air. Sharp sat back and waited for Katrina's vacant eyes and foggy brain to regain their senses. Then, just as the light of recognition flickered in Katrina's eyes, the Brit turned around, facing Bowden's feet, hiked up her bikini bottoms, and slid herself backwards. Katrina screamed as her nose slid between Danielle's cheeks.The blonde's eyes grew wide and her body thrashed, but there was not enough power left within her to escape.

"It looks like someone did end up with a face-full of ass afterall," Danielle quipped as she gyrated her hips, basking in the sensation of Bowden's hot breath gasping through the thin filter of the her thin bikini bottoms. As much as she tried, Katrina could not fill her lungs, and her face reddened as she was slowly suffocated. When her body all but ceased movement, Danielle lifted up, peeling her buns off of her foe, revealing Katrina's grimacing, mortified features. "Welcome to the CWF, Katrina," Danielle giggled as she stripped off Bowden's two-piece, robbing her of her last piece of dignity".

- Submission by jdo90

Katrina Bowden vs. Natalie Portman

"To say Katrina had a less than smooth first match would be an understatement. The bootylicious blonde had an ego, and that overinflated sense of self-worth proved to be her downfall. Katrina not only lost the match, she lost her dignity and her clothing in the process. She was humiliated, smothered out by her opponent's giant, sweaty breasts. After she finally awoke from her slumber and surveyed her sun-scorched nude body, Katrina vowed to never let that happen to her again.

With a renewed sense of urgency, Katrina concocted a devious, full-proof plan to ensure victory. Did Bowden train in a variety of Mixed Martial Arts? No. Did she begin strenuous endurance training? Not a chance. Did she reach out to another fighter that had a track record of humiliating losses and create an alliance? Most definitely.

Bowden knew that a fighter's potential for victory relies on either skill, cunning, determination or, if all else fails, outside interference. Now, as Katrina faced off against the seasoned veteran, Natalie Portman, she wasn't alone. Accompanying the leggy Bowden was the even leggier Stacy Keibler. With the help of the former WWE diva, Katrina had a major leg up on her competition, pun certainly intended.

Any time Portman traveled too close to Stacy's side of the ring, the dastardly diva would grab Portman's ankles and trip her up. In addition to illegal blows from the outside, Stacy created distractions near the ropes, allowing Bowden to escape match-losing pin falls. The distractions also allowed Katrina to blindside Natalie with baseball bat she had stowed under the ring. Bowden drove the top of the bat into Portman's belly, forcing all the breath out of the shorter woman's frame. Natalie dropped to her knees and was easy pickings for the beautiful blonde.

Stacy, seeing that Katrina had successfully struck Natalie and disposed the bat on the outskirts of the ring, dismounted from the apron. When the referee turned back to the action he saw Katrina beaming with joy. The back of Natalie's skull was resting on Katrina's toned calves as the conniving blonde knelt over her, facing Portman's splayed feet. With a wink, Kat lowered her voluptuous, tanned, bikini-clad ass onto Natalie's face. All Natalie could do was patter her hands on Bowden's bronzed thighs. The baseball bat had already robbed Natalie of oxygen and now, with her nose and mouth molded into the hot pink fabric of Katrina's bikini bottoms, the short brunette only lasted a few more seconds before she passed out.

Stacy entered the ring once the bell rang and helped Katrina celebrate her victory. The tall blondes arrogantly posed over the unconscious brunette. Stacy stood in front of Bowdrn in a pitcher stance. She wound her arm up and threw an imaginary ball at Katrina. Bowden pantomimed swinging a bat and, after the swing, both Stacy and Kat shaded their eyes and looked at the imaginary ball fly out of the stands. "It's a Homerun!" the blondes giggle in unison as the infuriated crowd boos. The leggy duo bend at the waist, their firm asses jutting out, and point down at Natalie's dozing face, laughed maniacally before sexually sauntering out of the ring".

- Submission by jdo90

Katrina Bowden vs. Maria Kanellis

"Katrina feeling inspired by her tag team partners decisive victory on the previous PPV, decided to arrive to the ring without her leggy partner accompanying her. Bowden felt she could easily handle her opponent tonight. After all, Maria Kanellis, according to Stacy Keibler, was just a "slutty,  Playboy magazine posing, wanna be wrestler with more tits than brains" -- a sentiment that Katrina made clear during her pre-fight interview. And if Stacy could beat Kendall Jenner without any help from Bowden, Katrina would certainly be able to handle Maria by herself.

Katrina pranced through the curtain and strutted down the entrance ramp. Bowden's confident strut and arrogant smirk  wasn't just a facade. The leggy blonde always held the belief that she was the hottest woman in the arena and the crowd, and her opponent, was lucky to gaze upon her beauty. This mindset was mirrored by her flirtatious, 4th of July inspired outfit: a tight, low-cut, cleavage-exposing red and white striped tanktop accompanied by an even tighter set of ass-hugging Daisy Dukes. Katrina swung her long leg over the middle rope, poking her tan ass out to the drooling crowd before dipping into the ring.

Maria, irate over Bowden's disparaging pre-fight remarks, sprints down the ramp wasting no time. Kanellis, in a patriotic display, is garbed in a sexy Wonder Woman inspired outfit. A red bandeau top showcased her tight abdomen, star-spangled spandex undies displayed her firm ass and red knee-length boots elevated her so she could stand eye-to-eye with her blonde opponent. Maria slid into the ring, making a beeline for the blonde, but Katrina, in a cowardly display, ran behind the referee, using him as a human shield.

Maria spent the first several minutes chasing after the daunted blonde until she finally snagged her by the hair, pulling her in close. Just as Maria has Katrina in her clutches, Bowden deviously takes her manicured, red nails across Maria's eyes. Kanellis yelps and stumbles back, shielding her eyes as the referee steps in to admonish Katrina. The blonde diva shoves past the ref and hurls Maria into the corner. There aren't many illegal maneuvers in catfights, but pushing the sole of your foot into another woman's throat while she's in the corner is certainly against the rules. After several warnings, the referee decided enough is enough and grabbed Bowden by the waist, pulling her off of Maria.

Kanellis collapses, clutching her throat and sucking in air while Katrina screeches at the referee, "Get your damn hands off of me this instant!" The referee releases the leggy diva and the two go into a war of words. Katrina eventually stomps her foot, points her finger in the ref's face and shouts, "Who do you think you are? Just because you're a ring official doesn't give you the right to touch me. If you lay another finger on me, I'll say you touched me inappropriately and you'll be fired and blackballed from the business. Do I make myself clear?" The referee turned red in the face and is opens his mouth to respond when Katrina screams in pain.

Maria, grabbing two fistfuls of blonde hair, slings her rival spine-first into the thinly-padded turnbuckle. Before Katrina could even arch her back from the sudden impact, Maria hammers the blonde's breasts with a volley of punches. After lighting up Bowden's tits, Maria finishes the punching combination with hard liver shot, driving her fist into Bowden's right ribcage. Katrina's legs instantly crumbled underneath her and she collapsed on her bubbly backside, breathlessly wheezing and clutching her battered breasts and ribs. Maria knelt down and cupped Katrina's chin, tilting her face up, forcing her to look at Maria. "I hope your hungry, because I've got a little treat for you," Kanellis grins before backing up until she stood in the center the ring. Once there, Maria theatrically twirled an imaginary lasso while hopping in a circle, drawing appreciative cheers from the audience.

Katrina was too focused on regaining oxygen to pay any heed to the synonymous gesture that precedes a bronco buster. The foreboding taunt never registered with the devious blonde, so when she finally lifted her head up it was just in time to see the crotch of Maria's bottoms land flush on her nose and mouth! Katrina let out a terrorized scream, kicking her feet and slapping at her foe's thighs as Maria bounced her ass against Katrina's breasts, crushing her tits while simultaneously scrubbing her crotch against the blonde's horrified face.

After what seemed like an eternity of stomach-churning face humping for Bowden, Maria finally descended from her mount. Katrina, due to lack of air, deliriously crawled on her hands and knees, aimlessly circling the ring. The  Her sweaty hair clinging to her blushing, terrified face. The leggy blonde incoherently sobbed as she wearily pushed herself to her feet. Thankfully for Bowden, her nightmare was going to finally come to an end.

Maria charged forward, wrapped her arm around Katrina's neck and leapt up. Kanellis drilled her rival's beautiful features straight into the canvas, perfectly executing her finisher: the Beautiful Bulldog. Bowden was instantly knocked out, but Maria wanted to make the win official with a 3-count. She rolled the blonde over, scooped her long leg and hooked it high in the air. Maria allowed the ref to raise her hand before she went to work, adding the final brushstrokes to her masterpiece.

Kanellis stripped off Katrina's tight shorts, her tanktop, her white lace bra and her red thong before hogtying her arms and legs together with her discarded tanktop. In a final humiliating act, Maria shoved Bowden's thong inside her dozing mouth, therefore symbolically and literally shutting her up from her previous trash talking. Maria happily skipped to the back as the fans clamored and photographed the hogtied, exposed, leggy loser that was trussed up in the center of the ring".

- Submission by jdo90

Keira Knightley/Natalie Portman vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler

"A disheveled and dejected Keira Knightley hoarsely wailed into the canvas as she lulled to her rapidly panting belly; her long, wiry stems thumping the mat in agony as the pair of domineering blondes towered ominously over her, only she didn't have their attention at the moment. Keira's slender frame awkwardly twisted and writhed in crippling pain; sweat, drool and mascara streaking across the stainless canvas as her contorted features painted the mat. Her cheeky, upturned derrière jiggled as Stacy Keibler became irate above her, tamping her heel against the canvas while throwing a tantrum.

"That bitch jumped in the ring first! She deserved what she got!" Keibler incredulously shouted at the bewildered official, motioning to a now unconscious Natalie Portman twitching just outside the ring apron on the concrete below. With Keira seconds away from falling victim to a spine-melting Camel Clutch submission, Portman had slipped into the ring to save her partner, only Stacy had just been biding her time on the sidelines to bend the rules if given the opportunity. With lightning-like reflexes, Stacy followed Natalie into the ring and intercepted the brunette before she could interfere and save Keira, detonating a paralyzing Big Boot against Portman's chin and sending her spilling out of the ring altogether, unconscious before she even hit the ground. With a regretful go-ahead from the oblivious, frankly intimidated official, the blondes turned their collective gaze back toward Knightley.

"You don't mind a little nudity do ya? You're practically a boy!" Katrina venomously hissed as she undid the drawstring of Keira's top, allowing her itty-bitty A-cup tits to spill free as her partner shimmied the Brit out of her bottoms. Planting her heels on the backs of Keira's calves, Katrina then wrenched and contorted the mewling brunette into a tight, devastating Ceiling Hold. Keira's mouth fell agape as her spine was once again curled into a brutal, inhumane shape, her slender frame spasming as Katrina mercilessly bounced and yanked her bent spine deeper into the hold.

Keira's dark-painted lashes suddenly peeled open as she felt Stacy step over and straddle her face, squealing at full-throat before her cries were muffled by the blonde's scantily-covered sex. The brunette's wilting frame buckled as Keibler tightened her muscled stems and flexed for the world to see, stretching up to her tippy toes to ensure her long, bronzed thighs were at full-mast in smothering out the pathetic, whimpering prey she'd trapped between her two boas. Keibler's inner thighs began to redden with the heat of Keira's frantic convulsing and squirming, only heightened when Stacy sensually leaned over the brunette's naked frame and clamped her devilish digits onto Keira's stiffening nipples.

"Maybe I can stretch you to a B!" Stacy playfully taunted as she remorselessly tugged and stretched Knightley's tits, nearly prying her nipples clean off her chest. As Keira's movements and coordination finally slowed after a few moments of breathless torture, her thin frame fell slack in the blondes' joint embrace; a faint gurgle and the heavy jostling of her messy convulsions the only sign of life.

"One more liiiiiiittle stretch!" Katrina echoed from below, painfully bowing Keira's naked frame once more, ensuring to pry her thighs apart with her own powerful legs. Following her partner's lead, Stacy playfully snaked her palm down Keira's flexing, twitching belly, painting her sweat-soaked landing strip of pubic hair before parting Knightley's plump kitty lips with her index and middle fingers.

"Get in tight for the PPV cover shot boys - the Sassy Classy Sisters are here to fucking stay!"

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Keira Knightley/Natalie Portman vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler

"Stacy Keibler and Katrina were most certainly in a festive spirit.  The diabolical blondes were scantily clad in Santa Claus-inspired outfits -- Stacy in a tiny red mini-dress and Katrina in a satin red bra and panty set with white fur adorning the edges. Every time Katrina or Stacy bent down or spun around, their bronzed ass cheeks playfully peeked out from their tantalizing attire, causing a chorus of wolf whistles from the hypersexual crowd. The audience's whistles, of course, were also interrupted with a chorus of jeers. The disapproving boos were in reaction to the leggy duo's constant underhanded attacks and blatant interference.

Katrina, before the match began, snagged a microphone and proceeded to verbally berate one particular member of the opposing team. The recipient of the verbal lashing was Natalie Portman. Natalie and Katrina were no strangers in the ring -- the two had previously squared off with Katrina getting the win. Of course Bowden had a lot of help from Stacy Keibler and a wooden baseball bat, but that didn't stop Katrina from verbally accosting Portman as if the blonde had single handedly decimated her. Once Bowden and Keibler were finished with their pre-match trash talk, and all four women were in the ring, Natalie immediately approached Katrina, getting nose-to-nose with the arrogant blonde.

As soon as the time keeper rang the opening bell, Katrina raked her nails across Natalie's eyes and, before Portman could retaliate, Bowden tagged in Stacy. For the rest of the fight Stacy kept Natalie far from Keira's side of the ring, making sure Portman wasn't able to tag out. Once Natalie was a broken, sobbing mess Stacy finally tagged Katrina back in. "Oh my, what happened to your outfit?! It's in tatters," Bowden grinned, sending an ankle kick to Natalie's exposed ribs, sending the brunette flopping to her back. "Remember this?" Katrina runs her fingers under the back waistband of her panties before slightly hiking them up, exposing even more of her plump asscheeks. "What am I saying... of course you do! I mean, how could you forget my magnificent ass!" Bowden crouches down until the crotch of her panties is mere inches from Natalie's face. "Afterall, it was parked ontop of that pointy little nose of yours.... boop!" Katrina finished her statement by playfully bopping Portman's nose with her finger before continuing her taunting. "Since you seemed to have so much fun last time, I think it's time for my ass and your nose need to have another scandalous rendezvous."

The bronzed blonde slowly sank down to her knees and turned around until she was facing Portman's feet. With a  triumphant smirk etched on her face, Bowden began descending her bodacious backside toward Portman's aghast features. However, instead of once again feeling the stimulating sensation of Natalie's nose lodged between her cheeks, Katrina felt a searing pain. Letting out a wild yelp, Katrina jerked her head around to see the source of her discomfort. Katrina's baby blue eyes teared up and another yelp escaped her pursed lips as Natalie, gripping and hearty handful of Bowden's panties, wedgied the material even higher up the blonde's back.

The audience clamored as the short brunette stopped the conniving blonde dead in her tracks. In a last ditch effort to disrupt what was sure to be another humiliating loss, Natalie had used her last bit of strength to snatch her rival's underwear and wedgie the material sky high. Katrina shot up on her tiptoes, with Natalie eventually rising up behind her, wrenching the wedgie even higher! Keira, Natalie's partner whom, due to Katrina and Keibler's effective, albeit devious, plot to keep Natalie as the active fighter, cheered on the spunky brunette and outstretched her hand for a much-needed tag. Bowden pathetically danced across the canvas as more and more of her underwear disappeared up her ass with an exhausted, yet rejuvenated Natalie Portman leaving her ever closer to the opposite corner.

Everyone was so focused on the sight of Katrina's bubbly ass, which, at this point, was practically completely exposed, no one, not even the referee, noticed Keibler reach under the ring and grab a wooden baseball bat -- the same bat Katrina used to gain her victory over Natalie just weeks ago. Stacy, with the wooden bat in hand, crept around the ring until she was behind Keira. Just as Natalie came within inches of tagging in her partner, Stacy swung the bat, cracking it against Keira's calves. Knightley immediately collapsed, falling off the apron and landing on the concrete, scarcely covered by thin mats, below. Stacy, still holding the bat, high tails it around to her corner. Natalie and the referee, hearing the agonized sobs, turn their attention to Keira. Natalie releases her grip and peers over the ropes to see her partner clutching at her legs and writhing in pain.

The referee exits the ring to check on Knightly, ignorant to the fact that Stacy has entered the ring. With the referee distracted, Stacy is able to sneak behind Natalie and secure her arms behind her back. Bowden, whom has finally finished digging her underwear out of her ass, grabs the bat and viciously slams it against Natalie's exposed breasts. The loud CRACK of wood striking flesh booms across the arena, snapping the referee's attention back to the ring. Mich to the fan's dismay, by the time the referee enters the ring, Stacy is back behind the ropes, the bat has been safely discarded and Katrina is laying across Portman's convulsing body.

Katrina, of course, gets the pinfall and the Sassy Klassy Sisters are awarded the victory. Stacy and Katrina are showered with boos as the arrogantly pose over Portman and, the two divas acting as if they just won a gold medal, jumped for joy. Before they left the ring, Katrina once again crawled over Natalie and took a seat on her face. Just as the Blonde began rocking her hips an enraged Keira Knightley slid into the ring and hobbled over to save her partner. Sadly for Knightley, she was too injured to intervene and proceeded to get smothered under Keibler's ass while Katrina remained perched, once again, on top of Natalie's disgusted face."

- Submission by jdo90

Keira Knightley vs. Katrina Bowden (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)

"Despite being the slight betting favorite thanks in part to the perceived 'revenge factor', the fiery Brit wore the bloody marks of someone who was simply overmatched by Bowden's length and skill. Having dismantled Keira alongside her partner, Stacy Keibler, in their previous Tag bout just weeks ago, Katrina instead picked up right where she left off; picking apart her prey with stunning precision. Already left naked and twitching, tits up and spread eagle for the numerous ringside cameras to invade her lithe body in their last fight, Keira's fate would be far worse on this night.

The scrawny Knightley's milky white frame was coated with drips and spatters of crimson, a deep gash having opened up above her left eye early on and leaked across her bare frame throughout. Katrina's bronzed, statuesque frame towered in stark contrast to Knightley's, both girls having been stripped stark nude after a rather catty opening few moments.

A woozy Knightley clumsily two-stepped opposite a pursuing Bowden, attempting to mitigate the gangly blonde's interminable reach advantage by tossing a klutzy inside leg kick toward Katrina's front knee that caught more air than flesh. The spirited blonde instead athletically sidestepped Keira's kick and slung a knuckled backhand into her hanging chin, catching the brunette flush and nearly knocking her out cold on her feet. Bowden attempted to follow her thunderous strike with a wild roundhouse kick, but Keira was already teetering, her knees buckling before knocking together and collapsing lifelessly to her backside. The stunned brunette's limbs scattered spread eagle as she hit with a weighted thud in the sand, her torso spasming as she clung to consciousness, the roar of the crowd literally shaking the virtual arena as tens of thousands rose in unison.

Keira alertly rolled out from underneath a hammering stomp, her silky brown hair just whipping out of the way before being snagged by Katrina's heel. Instead of gracefully twisting to her feet, Keira's limbs faltered, spilling awkwardly to her belly instead. Knightley let out a gruff squeal as Katrina twisted her fingers around a sweaty clump of her hair and straightened the brunette up to her knees, equipping and unraveling a jagged wire garrote in her opposite palm.

Katrina ruthlessly twirled the garrote around the Brit's throat and planted her heel between Keira's bony shoulder blades, extending her pendulous gam and bowing Knightley's slender frame into a vicious modified Kneeling Surfboard. Keira's fingers desperately pried at the biting wire noose, the bulging veins in her delicate neck crackling as Kat's leg straightened completely, cutting off every possible ounce of oxygen. The fading brunette sputtered and squirmed, her naked torso twisting and twitching as she began to slump to her haunches under the immense pressure being put on her windpipe, the jagged blades of the barbed wire noose leaving red streaks through her straining throat as she struggled more deeply. Somewhat unnerved by the brunette's relentless spasming and refusal to die, Bowden brutally cranked one end of the garrote as if she was ripping the cord of a lawn mower. The barbed cable sickeningly cut deep into the Brit's neck, slicing her throat open as a heavy spurt of blood burst forth and coated her naked sternum. Equally stunned and overjoyed that it was finally over, Bowden released the handles of the garrote and allowed the brunette to spill face-first to the sandy pit below in a pool of her own blood, her bubbly derrière pointing skyward, her plump pussy lips peeking out from between her gently split thighs as she gurgled her last few breaths. To a chorus of deafening applause Katrina planted a victorious boot on Keira's upturned ass, soaking in her victory as Knightley's corpse began to sag in the sand, her legs sliding into the splits as her body fell deathly still."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic/Molly Quinn vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler

"One!... Two!!..... Th--" *THWACK*

"GGGGGUUUHHHHGGGGLLL" Katic throatily blubbered; her lithe, gangly frame awkwardly flopping and skidding to an unceremonious stop on her plump backside some three feet away from the pile-up. The twisted brunette coughed and sputtered up a mouthful of blood across her now-naked chest; the fleshy, crunching impact having slung her bronzed B-cups free of the tattered micro bikini top she had dawned with stunning modesty the entire fight thus far. Stana's vacant hazel bulbs fluttered and blinked as she peered absentmindedly up at the rafters nearly motionless, arms and legs splayed to all four corners of the ring as her perked chest jiggled with soft pitches, drifting in and out of lucidity.

Mere milliseconds away from snatching an impressively unaided victory, without her partner Molly Quinn even tagging into the fight, Stana Katic had been brutally run up on and soccer-kicked square in the jaw by the prowling Stacy Keibler from outside the ropes. Knowing she'd just blatantly interfered to save her lifeless partner Katrina Bowden from a sure loss, the jittery blonde shot an extended glance toward Molly Quinn on the opposite ropes, expecting the redhead to be bounding toward her hellbent on revenge for the cheap shot that broke up Katic's pin. Instead, Quinn simply shrugged her shoulders and turned her cheek from the foul, pantomiming a disinterested yawn as her partner and fierce rival was dislodged from her perch atop Bowden and left crippled by the running boot.

Feeling empowered by the free pass handed out by Molly, Stacy turned her attention back to the wounded Katic, sensually straddling the gurgling brunette's naked, heaving sternum before ripping her upright by her silky, braided locks. Stana mewled as her thighs clumsily jostled and buckled together, every muscle in her slender stems pleading to give out rather than stiffen as Keibler balanced her on her heels. With one hand wrenching the brunette's flossy bottoms high up her backside, splitting her plump cheeks to the point it elicited a hoarse squeal, and the other roughly clasping the shoulder strap of Katic's displaced top, Keibler effortlessly slung the brunette's dead weight into the near corner. Managing to turn at the last possible second to shield her naked chest from the pancaking impact, a sloppy dribble of blood sloshed from Katic's lips as her once-statuesque frame wilted against the ropes, her painted eyelashes fluttering as she sputtered helplessly for oxygen, her knees clacking before giving out altogether, sprawled from rope-to-rope across the corner post.

Stana's digits trembled as they clumsily fumbled with her own twisted top, attempting with little success to prudishly tuck her exposed tits back into their cups.

"Huh-uh!" Stacy scolded from across the ring, skipping forward and slapping Stana's palms away. With the disheveled brunette lacking the motor skills to fight back, Keibler gleefully spent the next few minutes stripping Stana completely naked and splaying the whimpering actress across the ropes for an invasive, exposing view of her sex. Removing her string top and bottoms with ease, Stacy managed to lift, split and fasten each of Stana's slender thighs to opposite sides of the turnbuckle, tethering Katic's spread lower half to the middle ropes with her own clothes. The muscles in Stana's inner thighs strained and flexed as she attempted to bow her legs back together, hoarsely wailing as the splitting pressure on her stems mounted. One hand feebly slung over the top rope to alleviate some of her body weight as the other palm slithered down to cup her mound, whimpering as she attempted to shield the sweat-drenched bush of pubic hair shaven above her cunt. Briefly dropping to her knees between Stana's arching thighs, Stacy softly cooed as she gently brushed her tongue over Katic's quivering kitty, devouring the brunette's plump, spread lips until the actress' sagging frame stiffened with wild convulsions, her mouth falling agape as a stream of drool dribbled from her bottom row of pearly white teeth. Pulling back from her sloppy feast, Keibler planted a kiss on Stana's crotch, leaving a bright red set of lips just beside Katic's pink slit before vaulting up the ropes and straddling the spasming brunette.

With a wave to the roaring crowd, Stacy turned her backside to the reeling brunette and balanced herself on the bottom rope with her never-ending stems straddling Katic. Reaching back with both hands and wrenching the waistband of her own thong bottoms high up her sashaying hips, Stacy sensually parted her cheeks and wedgied the biting spandex material of her own bottoms, leaving no trace of the cherry red string band as it disappeared up her ass. As a shower of catcalls rained down on the two fighters, Stacy leaned back and allowed gravity to do the work as she took a triumphant seat atop Katic's face. The brunette suddenly sprung to life as her arms slung over Stacy's thighs, meekly pattering against the blonde's muscled stems as Stacy grate her hips to ensure Katic's features nuzzled deep into her pillowy derrière. Katic's bound frame twisted and spasmed as her feet pedaled and kicked, her painted toes curling as her hips desperately bucked, her abdomen flexing and puffing for oxygen before finally sulking into a curled ball of folds of flesh. Katic's teardropping tits continued to pitch and convulse as her arms slid off Keibler's thighs, no longer protesting as they instead dangled toward the canvas below.

"Come get your cover shot, you baboon!" Stacy furiously shouted to a camera operator just outside the ring, turning her attention away from the action in front of her, imploring the staff to come into the ring and get a tight shot of her new signature line of lipstick painted across Stana's plump kitty lips. Instead the cameraman simply rotated the angle of his shot, taking the lens off Stacy for the first time and instead directing it over her shoulder toward the center of the ring. Sensing danger a half-second too late, Stacy wheeled just in time to see Molly Quinn dash off the ropes and crow-hop forward, scooping up two handfuls of Stacy's dangling blonde locks and using her newly acquired reins to whip Stacy off the turnbuckle post. Doing half a revolution in mid-air, Stacy's lanky frame slung viciously against the canvas skull-first as Quinn deposited the preening blonde into the mat with a paralyzing Hair Mare. Stacy throatily gurgled as her towering frame skid as though she'd been ejected from a vehicle, rolling to a stop face down in the opposite corner.

Quinn scoffed as she checked the pulse of her twitching partner, leaving Katic lifelessly dangling from the corner ropes before skipping over to the downed pair of blondes. With Bowden just beginning to stir next to an unconscious Keibler, Molly made sure to scooch the waking actress underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring altogether to ensure she couldn't interfere. With a beaming smile that seemed to indicate Quinn got just about everything she could've hoped for to transpire, the unbothered redhead curled Stacy up for a victorious 3-count, earning the glory for herself rather than her rival Katic. Letting Keibler and her upturned ass unfold from the pin, Stacy's heavy gams plopped lifelessly to the mat as Molly stood to soak in her picture perfect win. Rolling the pitching blonde to her side, Quinn shimmied the bottoms of Keibler's wedgied thong until they slid over her hips, stripping Stacy naked from the waist down and revealing her tantalizing, bronzed peach.

"Don't worry, this isn't about you..." Molly sternly hissed to the unresponsive blonde before sauntering back to the hanging Katic.

"Thought you could use a souvenir from our first win, bestie!" Quinn cackled as she sidled up to Katic's hip, balling Stacy's panties in her palm and stuffing them down Stana's throat until her sternum swelled and bulged. The brunette gurgled and sputtered as Molly inspected her flushed, sweat-soaked features with an ear-to-ear smile, twisting her digits around a matted clump of Stana's silky locks and lifting her lifeless skull off the turnbuckle where it was still stapled from Stacy's ass smother. Throwing up a peace sign along with an arrogant grin, Molly threw her arm over Stana's shoulders and posed for the throngs of cameras, propping up her naked, spread eagle partner as Katic's fleshy corpse continued to spasm and convulse still split and tied to the corner."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic/Molly Quinn vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler

"Stacy Keibler's pink, glossy lips stretched wide, curling upwards into a toothy, devious grin as she swung her right leg over the middle rope and stuck her coveted derrière up in the air. The hem of her skimpy cheerleading red and white skirt rising up causing her sun-kissed, thong clad ass cheeks to play a game of peekaboo with the crowd. Stacy eyed the nude, battered, comatose body of Stana Katic and cackled with wicked delight. Katrina and Stacy were clad in seductively skimpy cheerleading outfits. The leggy blondes were hoping their patriotic color schemes, Katrina in blue and white and Stacy in Red and White, would help portray them in a positive light. They believed if they appeared like a blonde haired, blue-eyed, patriotic, girl-next-door type of women they would be more likely to get away with cheating. And, in essence, it appeared to be working! Stacy and Katrina had spent the entirety of the match ensuring Stana didn't budge from their side of the ring.

Poor Stana was the first to face off in the ring and, as soon as the bell rang, Katrina whipped Stana into the corner closest to Stacy and, for the next 10 minutes, took turns punishing Katic with a torrent of chokes and illegal strikes. The wicked blonde's tagged in and out, allowing each other to recuperate and preventing Stana from recieving time to recover. After Katrina obliterated Stana with a vicious swinging neckbreaker, leaving the exhausted former Champion staring at the lights, her nude body stretched out. All Katrina had to do was secure the pin and gain the victory for her team. But as she approached her opponent, Katrina heard Stacy call out, "Hey, I wanna make the pin!" Katrina quizzically looked over her shoulder at Keibler, "It doesn't really matter who pins her, does it? Ya know, as long as we win..." Bowden trails off as Stacy speaks up, "Pleaseeeeeeeee...." Stacy begs, enthusiastically stretching her arm out. "Okay," Bowden shrugs, "if it matters that much to you." The crow barks out venomous jeers at Stacy, irate that the wicked blonde's underhanded tactics was about to lead them to victory.

Stacy gave her hips a seductive shake, teasing the crowd as she slowly lowered herself down onto all fours and hooked Stana's left leg, lifting it skyward and lazily leaned back, baring Katic's crotch. It appeared that Stana's dismal streak of humiliating losses were going to continue. Stacy used her free hand to count along as the referee slapped the canvas. But, when Stacy held up her third finger, there was no accompanying slap of the mat. Stana had kicked out just in the nick of time and Stacy, along with everyone in attendance, couldn't believe it! Stacy dropped her jaw and twisted her neck and gaped at the referee in astonishment. "WHAT?!" Keibler screeches, "That was a 3 count!" Stacy argues, rising to her feet and confronting the referee. While Stacy argued with the referee while a groggy Stana Katic struggled to her hands and knees and began crawling toward her corner of the ring. Katic strained every fiber to reach her corner until, finally, Stana tagged in an energetic, fired up Molly Quinn. Despite Katrina's cries for Keibler to pay attention, the leggy Keibler, still arguing with the ref, didn't notice Quinn sprinting across the ring and send Katrina crashing to the ground below with a well-placed forearm to the chin. Keibler fell victim shortly after to a ring-shaking spear. A gust of wind burst from Stacy's mouth as Molly's shoulder drove into the leggy blonde's abdomen, completely bisecting her. Molly proceeded to release all of her built up frustration on Keibler, slamming her face into the canvas and shredding off her cheerleader top, leaving Keibler's top half clad in a black bra.

Katrina began rising up just as Molly delivered a stomp to Stacy's breasts. Seeing Katrina standing so close to the ring apron, Molly knew she had to deal with her, otherwise Bowden would break the pin fall. Moving as quickly as a cheetah, Quinn raced to the side of the ring closest to Katrina, dropped down and baseball slid underneath the bottom rope and, in a seamless transition, wrapped her thighs around Bowden's neck and flipped her upside down with a hurricanranna. Katrina was out like a light, her limbs splayed out on the thinly-padded concrete. With Bowden dealt with. Molly climbed back onto the apron, leapt onto the top rope and jumped off, landing straight onto Stacy's chest for a breathtaking springboard elbowdrop! The point of Quinns elbow drilled into Stacy's breasts, crushing her tits painfully against her chest. The blow melted the wicked blonde into the canvas.

Molly, not wasting any time and wanting to finally experience her first victory, layed sideways over her blonde foe, hooked one of Keibler's famous mile-long legs and raised it toward the rafters before pinning Stacy's arm down to the canvas and applying all of her weight on Stacy, just incase she were to awaken from her slumber. Stacy didn't even twitch her fingers as the 3 count rang out. Molly jumped up and down, squealing in delight. That is until she saw the stripped nude, bruised body of her tag team partner. Even the though the two had a rocky history, she still couldn't leave her partner laying naked on the canvas. To remedy the situation, Molly stripped Keibler of every article of clothing until she was completely nude. Molly used Stacy's clothes to dress Stana and helped the former champ to her feet. The two ladies made it a point to step on Stacy's exposed crotch and breasts as they left the ring. Stacy, for the second fight in a row, was stripped nude, laying on the canvas."

- Submission by jdo90

Stana Katic vs. Katrina Bowden (Buck Naked Beauties Title Match)

"A pair of ruby-painted toes curled unsteadily over the tip of the steel ringpost as the more exuberant of the two competitors vaulted atop it; balancing wearily on her heels as she surveyed her downed foe, just outside the ring near the barrier between the action and the ravenous, lusting crowd. It was shockingly the elder brunette, Stana Katic, who was straightening her heaving, panting frame atop the post, balancing on wobbly stems for what she felt was a knockout kiss from the heavens; a brutal ten foot splash to where Katrina Bowden was waiting vacantly on her backside. Stana's bubbly, softly jiggling ass perked out toward the crowd as she clumsily dropped to a crouch before straightening back up; her plump, pink lips peeking out from between her spreading thighs as she revealingly squatted to make sure her exhausted frame didn't tip over. There was little to hide at this point, as both competitors had been stripped nude by the gropey forum staffers before they were allowed entry for this one-of-a-kind match. Heavy beads of sweat dripping from her naked bosom and trailing down her golden thighs made the footing unsteady, so perhaps long after she was ready, Stana cautiously leapt from the turnbuckle, hurdling toward the motionless blonde below who she'd afforded too much time to recover.

Just weeks ago it was Katic who had come out on top, albeit only technically, as her tag team partner, Molly Quinn, secured the victory for the duo over the Sassy Classy Sisters. In that match, Katic had run circles around the hapless, clueless blonde, ultimately knocking her out cold before Keibler interfered and saved Bowden's hide. As the building reached a fever-pitch, it seemed the same was destined to happen in this singles match. Katrina's lithe, flawless body was on inviting display, perhaps intentionally, as she writhed on the concrete outside the ring. Keeping a watchful eye on Katic's preparations, Katrina made sure to spread her limbs, meekly whimper, paw and massage her battered, perky tits in feigned agony; giving the appearance that she was down for the count.

Just as Stana vaulted from her perch, Katrina suddenly sprung to life, lifting her lower half off the concrete and tucking her knees to her chest. With just milliseconds to adjust, Katic could do little more than helplessly flail as she splashed directly onto Bowden's bony trap, her sternum devastatingly speared by the blonde's leggy defenses. There was a sickening *CRUNCH* of flesh as Stana's naked sternum thwacked against Katrina's tucked shins, catapulting awkwardly across the concrete. The brunette bucked and spasmed as if she'd just hit an electric fence, flailing in agony, throatily mewling as she coughed and sputtered breathlessly some five feet away from the preening blonde. Stana's hazel bulbs bulged as she finally lulled to her side swaddling her breasts, which had bore the full impact, breathlessly gagging and sucking for oxygen, her long stems pedaling as she floundered in visible distress.

Feeling minimal ill effects from the staggering impact, Bowden clambered to her feet and crawled sensually on hands and knees toward the downed brunette, scooping up a handful of her sweat-soaked auburn locks with one hand and clamping her throat with the other. Stana bleated and gurgled as Katrina pulled her to her feet and straightened her up to full height; Katic's paws meekly gripping the blonde's wrists as she moved to a two-handed choke. Lifting Stana's crumpled, slumping frame eye-to-eye, Katrina pulled the brunette closer until their freed breasts mushroomed together. Bowden's younger, supple, perky pair flattened Katic's fleshy, teardropping B-cups to her sternum, eliciting a soft whimper from the actress' lips before her mouth dropped agape. Katic twitched and spasmed as Bowden began to lift her by the throat, the veins in her neck crackling and bulging as she was hoisted six inches off the concrete, her painted toes pedaling for solid ground but finding none as Katrina pressed into her. To ease the pressure, Katic threw her stems around the blonde's midsection, tossing her hips forward and wrapping her legs around Katrina's waist, nuzzling her bushy mound against Bowden's pierced navel. With a furious screech, Bowden suddenly began to sprint forward toward the crowd, erupting and snapping Stana's straightened spine over the top edge of the steel crowd barricade with a vicious Running Two-Handed Chokeslam.

"HHHHNNNGGGGGGGUUUHHHLLLL" the brunette hoarsely howled, the small of her back awkwardly contorting over the top of the unforgiving barricade, her arms exploding backwards as she fell halfway over the waist-high fencing. Her lithe frame jarringly angled backwards at the waist, tits up, the crowd was momentarily stunned as her upper half arched into their laps, eyes welling with tears as she slumped against the steel twitching wildly, staring vacantly at the rafters, mouth breathlessly hanging agape, unsure if she was even still conscious from the spine-splintering impact. After a few moments of stunned indecision, the wilted brunette let out a throaty gurgle, her fingers twitching to indicate she'd somehow avoided paralysis as she began to slump back toward the ring. Their consciences wiped clean by the relief they hadn't just watched someone become crippled before their eyes, the crowd's wicked intentions returned, scooping the spasming brunette up by the armpits and making sure she didn't fall back into the playing field without a parting gift. Stana whimpered and feebly pried at the groping palms that gripped her; tugging her pony tail to crane her broken frame even further into their laps as every fold of flesh was invasively explored.

"Don't take her too far, you apes! I'm NOT getting disqualified over your incompetence... Leave her feet on this side" Katrina scoffed, commanding and orchestrating from the safety of her side of the barricade. Stana's lower half bucked and twitched as she was arched awkwardly over the top of the steel fencing, her torso lost in a sea of groping, raking hands as though she'd been enveloped by a hoarde of zombies. Muffled squeals and gurgles could be heard through the detestable crowd before suddenly a hoarse, shrill grunt burst forth as the brunette's skull was roughly positioned and her lips were parted by a throbbing, meaty cock. Katic's torso bulged and spasmed with rough pitches as she was skull-fucked mercilessly, her fleshy tits torn at by groping palms, her stiff, golden brown nipples ripped and tugged, her manicured bush of pubic hair and the pink, plump slit it protected viciously clawed and fish-hooked. The actress' slender abdomen flexed and panted as extended pumps were thrust down her throat, gurgling and helplessly gagging as she was relentlessly deepthroated. Finally the moan of release was bellowed by her captor as he blew his load down her throat, finishing with a messy facial before Stana was slung nearly lifelessly back over the barricade at Katrina's feet. Her crumpled frame hit with a wet thwack as she landed face-down on her belly, her statuesque frame still spasming with gags and gurgles, coughing up a mouthful of cum.

Dragging Katic back to her feet and rolling the vacant brunette beneath the ropes, Katrina took her sweet time sauntering back into the ring, reveling in her revenge for their prior contest. The only signs of life were the soft jiggling of Stana's upturned ass cheeks as Katrina paraded around her downed counterpart on the springy canvas, Katic's thighs easing into the splits as her face slid messily flat, her breathing labored, mascara and cum smeared across her flushed cheek.

With her rollick complete, Katrina straddled Katic from behind and pierced the backs of her slender thighs with her heels, pinning Stana's muscled stems to the ground with another agonized squeal. Grabbing the brunette's thin wrists, Katrina then fell back in a devastating Ceiling Hold, bridging Stana's broken, wilted frame into another inhuman shape. Stana's mouth fell open as she threw her head back in anguish, her limbs trembling as her body was twisted and shaped into a crippling submission hold with little resistance. Before the first throaty wail could even escape her lips, Katrina dropped the brunette's wrists and allowed Stana's upper half to sag closer, reaching forward with her long arms and twisting her forearm around Katic's dangling throat; transforming this already debilitating hold into a modified Sleeperhold-Ceiling Hold combination. Stana's mascara and cum-coated lashes glued shut as she was pulled into the blonde's Venus flytrap, her straining throat once again gurgling helplessly as she was strangled from behind. The handcuffed and exposed brunette began to sickeningly twitch as her thighs quaked from the pressure, turning to jelly instantly and easing into a revealing split. Katic's plump, pink slit pulsed with convulsions as her hips rolled back and forth, her slender belly flexing and panting as Katrina ruthlessly wrung Stana's frame to sink the Sleeperhold deeper. Mouthfuls of drool and cum sputtered from her lips with each jolt, trailing from the bottom row of her pearly white teeth and dribbling across the blonde's sadistic features. Finally the brunette's arms fell awkwardly backwards, dangling to the mat at Katrina's shoulders, her ruby-painted nails brushing the canvas as her playful, sweat-matted pony tail bobbed lifelessly just above Katrina's smirking lips. Katic's fleshy tits pitched with one last convulsion before her rigid frame fell slack, sagging in Bowden's arms, her thighs chicken-winging into a full split, jiggling before Katrina allowed the sputtering brunette to spill out of the hold.

The spry, invigorated blonde sprung to her feet practically before Stana's frame crumpled in a fleshy puddle to the ground; throwing her hands in the air victoriously and bounding across the ring before leaping atop the same turnbuckle in celebration that Stana had attempted to finish her from. Making sure to not leave her playtoy in too sheltered a position, Katrina quickly scrambled back toward Stana's awkwardly folded corpse, lifting the brunette's convulsing frame by the pony tail and displaying her at her hip, heeled like a dog. A stream of cum sloshed from Katic's bottom lip as her jaw fell slack, weightedly pitching with convulsions as Bowden lifted her lifeless frame to its knees before slumping to her haunches, her naked tits fleshily teardropping to the mat, her matted, sweat-soaked bush drenched with sweat and dribbles of cum, completely dismantled at Katrina's hand.

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Katrina Bowden vs. Michelle Trachtenberg (Buck Naked Beauties Title Match)
"Despite the somewhat gimmicky stakes of this match, we were blessed to be looking at two of the hottest (figuratively and literally) Flyweights in the division. Winners of five in a row combined, Katrina Bowden and Michelle Trachtenberg were on a tear, with Michelle in particular looking to put herself in the conversation for #1 Contender among a myriad of others. Unfortunately for Michelle, the moment, and the stakes, proved too big for her to overcome. A seasoned veteran of these brutally invasive, humiliating naked bouts, Bowden was far more comfortable in her own skin when push came to shove, reveling in showing off the blubbering, humiliated brunette. In an unfathomably lewd and jaw-dropping display, Katrina borrowed her tag partner Stacy Keibler's smutty split-legged Corner Choke to arch and ring Trachtenberg dry. Bowden's slick, blossoming peach was invitingly displayed as she leaned into the suffocating hold, keeping her heel pinned to Michelle's straining throat until the lynched actress stopped pedaling and hung lifelessly still in the corner."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins