Lindsey Pelas

     

Age: 29

Height: 5'3

Weight: 120 lbs

Bust: 32F

Hometown: Los Angeles, California

Record: 3 - 1

Wins: Lindsey Pelas (58%) defeats Stana Katic (42%)

Lindsey Pelas (53%) defeats Megan Fox (47%)

Lindsey Pelas (63%) defeats Jessica Alba (37%)

Losses: Ariel Winter (55%) defeats Lindsey Pelas (45%)

Rivals: N/A

Tag Record: 2 - 0

Wins: Pelas/Addison (65%) defeats Pinder/Debling (35%)

Pelas/Addison (51%) defeats Upton/Strahovski (49%)

Losses: N/A

Stana Katic vs. Lindsey Pelas (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"While it wasn't an official title defense for Stana Katic, it was her first match as reigning Queen of the Flyweight Division, and quite a bit was on the line. There weren't many other match styles offered in the CWF that required such a lengthy waiver to participate in, but Lumberjack & Jill matches had a history of turning gruesome. Not only was Katic hoping to avoid the humiliation that came with a defeat in one of these fights, but she was also looking to send a message to busty, blonde newcomer Lindsey Pelas.

It didn't take more than a few fiery exchanges for Pelas to prove she belonged in the same ring as Katic, but as the fight wore on it was the vet who was showing her savy. Limb-by-limb Katic slowly subdued Lindsey's twisting, squirming frame as she climbed from full guard into a textbook mount, pinning Lindsey's slender wrists to the mat, slipping her ankles around the blonde's calves to pry her thighs into the splits, Katic's toned gams overmatching Lindsey's shorter legs with ease. Katic toyed with her glistening, naked playtoy; stapled and spread like a helpless butterfly to the canvas. Pelas' will seemed all but broken as Stana released her fleshy shackles around her wrists and postured up for a moment to soak in the glory of victory; twirling Pelas' bunched bottoms around a finger before flinging them over the ropes into the front few rows.

"Don't be shy.... because they won't!" Katic softly cooed, motioning toward the waiting Lumberjacks & Jills at the ropes, inching Lindsey's pinching thighs further apart with her pendulous stems, parting her sleek, naked sex. Turning and looking back at her handiwork, Katic sensually pulled the drawstring of her own bikini bottoms and slipped out of the skin-tight material; her thick, sweat-soaked, manicured bush of pubic hair peeking out as the clingy material slid down her inner thighs and plopped to Pelas' belly. With a devilish grin Stana slid one of her slender stems up the side of the blonde's heaving abdomen; her plump, naked sex nuzzling against Lindsey's sleek cunt as she slithered up her belly, painting the blonde's navel with her sweat, wiggling into a lascivious mount of her squirming frame and preparing for a final face-sit smother. Katic's last hurdle was to bunny-hop over the model's delicious, teardropping tits; looking to plant her bubbly ass on the blonde's heaving orbs like a flag atop the mountainous peak. Perhaps foolishly, Stana's frame sagged as she planted her palms on the mat and readied for the exhaustive hop to clear Lindsey's bosom, and just as she hunched ever so slightly, Pelas exploded upwards and slung her arms over the actress' slender neck, desperately tangling her digits around two clumps of Stana's auburn locks and yanking her disheveled pony tail downward.

"NNNNNGGGGUUUHHHGGG -- GGGGLLLG -- HHMMMMmmmmmppphh" Katic hoarsely postured up and mewled, throatily wailing as the blonde wrenched and buried her twisted features between endless folds and mounds of flesh. Stana desperately began to twist, grind, and hump Lindsey's toned, flexing tummy as she kept her face stapled to her pillowy bosom. Katic's sweaty, mascara-smeared bulbs and cheeks momentarily burst out from their fleshy tomb as she bucked and wiggled, muffled pleas for mercy gurgling through folds of flesh as Lindsey expertly swaddled her cranium with both arms. The actress' digits curled and writhed into a fist, pounding the canvas just above Lindsey's shoulders as she attempted in vain to roll to her side. Katic's naked frame curled into a "C" atop Pelas', the brunette's legs pedaling clumsily for leverage before sliding into the splits, her bushy slit grinding against the blonde's abdomen as she spasmed and struggled. Stana's messy side pony tail painted Lindsey's face and upper half like a brush as it bobbed and twirled in her helpless convulsing, her talons finally coming out as she attempted to cattily scratch at Pelas' heaving orbs, but her limbs were already to the point that they wouldn't behave properly with her steering cut. Katic continued to hoarsely blubber and squeal as Lindsey's digits twirled further around her sweat-matted locks; the disheveled strands practically tied in knots around her screwdriver fingers giving her unbreakable leverage to keep Katic buried against her bony, bulging clavicles.

The first few ragged moments of Pelas attempting to lock in what would be a death-sentence Breast Smother looked more like a hockey-scrum; Katic's glistening, distressed features being helplessly facewashed across the blonde's flexing abdomen and chest in an attempt to nestle her skull square between her mammoth, heaving orbs. In fragmented moments of clarity Stana managed to pull and pry her twisted features off Pelas' sweaty sternum, stretching inches free for a mouthful of oxygen in one second, then plunging back between the blonde's fleshy pillows in the next. Katic's hazel bulbs bulged as they made one last dart toward the bottom of Pelas' chin, then they disappeared between the blonde's mushrooming tits for good.

"HHHHMMMPPHHFF -- MMMMNNMMMmmmmpphh..." Stana heaved against Pelas' sturdy frame, the brunette's squirming reaching a fever-pitch as Lindsey pinned her button-nose to the center of her cleavage, ripping and ragdolling her cranium back and forth until her feisty protests dissipated into weak, rhythmic bucks and convulsions. Katic's lower half surged sensually against the model's navel as Stana's sex painted Pelas' lower belly, the brunette's thighs gripping her flexing midsection as if she was riding the model in a wave of ecstasy before they began to quake and part once again, sagging limply into a revealing split as Katic collapsed. Stana's sweat-drenched, caramel nipples stiffened as they grinded against Lindsey's swelling underboob, pancaked flat to her own sternum by Pelas' collossal pair in one last display of chesty dominance. Katic's arms slithered down the blonde bombshell's abdomen until her hands feebly palmed her rib cage on either side of her frame; meekly pattering with what was intended to be crippling rabbit-punches, but in reality their strength barely made Pelas bat an eyelash. Finally Katic's sulking frame involuntarily heaved one last time, vacantly attempting to suck in a breath of life-saving oxygen but only inhaling smothering folds of flesh. Like a deadly anaconda, Pelas had managed to snuff out her prey in devastating fashion; her muscled twists, curls and coils unrelenting as they squeezed and buckled Stana's once-powerful, statuesque frame. Katic's spine curled as she sputtered to a lifeless stop atop Pelas, sickeningly twitching before sliding flat against the blonde's belly, curled into an awkwardly contorted shape as she spasmed and convulsed. The brunette's bubbly derrière jiggled as it propped up pointed skyward, her plump kitty lips peeking out from between her arched thighs as Lindsey kept her wounded butterfly stapled to her chest long past her expiration point, Katic's fleshy spasms and convulsions the only signs of life as she went to sleep between Pelas' vice-like tits.

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Before Katic's gently rocking frame had even been slung free of Lindsey's smothering embrace, the tightly-wound pair were mobbed by two silhouettes rushing the ring eager to begin the post-match humiliation. As former Flyweight Belt holder and #1 Contender, Brooklyn Decker, embraced and congratulated the rookie sensation, Katic's still-twitching corpse was awkwardly lifted airborne by one of the beefy Lumberjacks under Decker's command. With Brooklyn ushering the exhausted Pelas from the ring, Katic hung limply by her pony tail from the brute's palm, her spasming frame folded neatly over her own twisted stems as she dangled lifelessly from his grip. The brute's meat was already plopped free of his skin-tight shorts as Katic began to stir back to life, the head of his mammoth shaft piercing the slender curve of her spine just between her jutting shoulder blades. Katic pathetically gurgled as Brooklyn turned her attention back toward the current Flyweight Champion, pinching the brunette's flushed cheeks together to ensure she was coherent for the extra-curricular activities to come. Lifting her chin, the two came eye-to-eye as Stana defiantly snarled, her mascara-smeared eyelashes still fluttering away the cobwebs as an infuriated Decker reared back and whipped a devastating backhand slap into one of Katic's rosy cheeks.

"Enjoy your last few weeks as Champ... How about a little preview of what I'm gonna do to you?!" Decker scoffed as Katic's vacant skull violently recoiled from her backhand before swaying and drooping toward the canvas, the momentary show of resolve now sufficiently snuffed out.

With the commanding snap of a finger from Brooklyn, the Lumberjack dropped Katic in a heap of flesh at Decker's feet, then rushed to join a makeshift pit crew in rummaging through a duffle bag in the corner of the ring. The group of CWF staffers under the blonde's devilish control unveiled a staggering, 12'' rubber dildo from their bag of toys; quickly working to fasten and affix the massive mallet to the canvas so it was propped straight up pointing toward the rafters.

"Now STAND, whore..." Decker barked, gripping Katic's pony tail with one hand and forcing her to her knees with a gruff tug. The blonde slid her opposite palm down Stana's belly until she cupped the brunette's mound, then roughly ripped at Katic's bush, eliciting a throaty squeal as she pulled Stana up to both feet by her pubic hair. Tears began to well in the corners of Stana's bulbs as she woozily staggered on her heels, sagging as Brooklyn commanded every straining muscle in her agonized, bronzed frame. With another domineering tug, Decker tucked the wilting brunette's skull between her thighs. Stana's bronzed stems slid apart as her frame arched in half at the waist, her sweat-soaked cunt tantalizingly peeking out from between her slender, spread thighs. With the Lumberjack's work now finished securing the dildo upright in the center of the ring, he was free to have his fun, circling back behind the splayed actress and gruffly massaging her slit with his meat. Katic's frame buckled and twisted as the ravenous Lumberjack mashed and grinded his bulging head against Stana's drenched muff of pubic hair, then toyed with her plump lips, playfully parting her slit with his veiny member until she boisterously wailed in protest. Without warning the brute coiled his hips and thrust forward with crippling power, bludgeoning Katic's tight hole and stuffing every inch of his shaft up her slit. Katic breathlessly wailed as her frame stiffened in paralysis, her mouth dropping agape as a stream of drool leaked from her lips, dribbling off her pearly white teeth as she froze, forced to take more than she could. With Decker upping the neck-crushing pressure with her thighs, Stana hoarsely whimpered as the Lumberjack pumped again, and again, and again, working into a lathery rhythm as Katic's fleshy, teardropping tits clattered with each impaling of her lips. The brunette fought back tears as she grit her teeth tightly, her entire frame stiffening and flexing with each brutal thrust as her palms cupped the backs of Brooklyn's thighs. Even the regal blonde couldn't help but shutter with each piercing pump, all three frames rocking in unison as the Lumberjack brutally filled Katic's fuckhole.

"No, no! You know the plan!" Decker scolded as the Lumberjack's features began to twist, getting ready to burst inside Katic's tight, dripping walls. Like a reprimanded puppy the Lumberjack slinked away, slipping his twitching cock out from between Stana's overwhelmed thighs and wiping the dribbles of precum across Stana's arched lower back. Stana pleadingly whimpered with her head still trapped between Brooklyn's thighs, the brunette's slender stems quaking with lust and exhaustion, her own juices dribbling down her inner thighs, mixing with his trickling between her bubbly ass cheeks as the Lumberjack kept his meat plopped right atop her lower back, ready to split the brunette back open at Brooklyn's command.

Instead, Brooklyn tucked both arms against Stana's furiously panting belly and ripped the hunched brunette up by the waist, twisting Katic over her shoulders. The powerful blonde paused in mid-air in flawless Widow's Peak position, carefully shuffling backwards until she lined up Katic's pelvis with the rubber club screwed to the canvas below. Katic clumsily squirmed as her stark nude frame was arched against Decker's bowing spine; her chin blindly hooked and pointed skyward, her skull pinned against Brooklyn's shoulder, her split ankles resting on opposite sides of the blonde's hips. With stunning, spine-rattling precision, Brooklyn dropped the mewling brunette into a crippling Widow's Peak; Stana's head slinging forward as the back of her skull spiked Brooklyn's shoulder. The entire ring quaked as Stana's bent knees impaled the canvas below, then folded and chicken-winged into the splits as a sickening *CLAP* of flesh erupted from between her thighs, the entire club dildo disappearing as it impaled her tight slit. The brunette's arms flung above her head as her bare sternum violently convulsed, her hazel bulbs rolling into the back of her skull as a single tear streaked through the mascara smeared across her rosy cheek. Katic momentarily stiffened on her haunches before teetering to one side, then lulling back forward, her naked frame flexing with spasms and convulsions as she remained propped up on her haunches with the paralyzing rubber cock stuffed halfway up her insides. Katic's arms dangled limply at her sides as her frame scrunched into a devastated, buckled "C", lifelessly propped up by the rubber shaft filling her guts. The brunette's fleshy, teardropping tits spasmed as the Lumberjack approached her glistening, unconscious frame once again and parted her glossy lips with his head, pushing past her pearly white teeth and filling her throat. Moist plops and gurgles were the only sounds that escaped Katic's lips as she was ferociously skull-fucked, her frame sickeningly jolting with a handful of thrusts before the Lumberjack mercifully burst. The Lumberjack's used fuck toy gagged and gurgled as the brute held his spurting cock down her throat, filling her mouth until waves of cum exploded from her lips and dribbled down her chin, coating her quaking tits with his load. Still agonizingly propped up on her haunches, the brunette's wilted frame continued to spasm as he finally released his commanding grip on her pony tail and allowed her head to hang, sputtering up mouthfuls of cum across her scrunched abdomen and bushy mound as she slipped further into unconscious convulsions.

"This is your Champion?!" Brooklyn venomously scoffed, straddling the hollowed-out brunette from behind and proudly lifting her skull by the pony tail, displaying Katic's heaving, spurting body for the cameras to get a tight shot of her devastated frame".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Stana Katic vs. Lindsey Pelas (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"As Stana waited in her corner for the fight to begin, she couldn’t help herself but ask, “can someone explain to me why I am fighting a rookie? I am literally a division champion.” Lindsey’s laugh in response prompted Stana to ask “Did I say something funny?”

Lindsey laughed again, stared quizzically at Stana, and only then began to speak, “Oh wait, you’re serious?  Are you actually serious Stana? I like to do research on my opponents before I fight them and it turns out, outside of your fluky title match, your victories are against opponents that are a collective 5-19 in CWF matches or in other words you could only beat losers that have lost 80% of their matches in this league. If Emily hadn’t forgot there was a match going on while she used your face a sex toy, you would have suffered yet another humiliating defeat and learned your place. Instead, now you’re a ‘champion’, and think that means you’re better than everyone in this division when in reality Vegas wouldn’t give you better than even odds against the top 15 in this division and in reality, if you asked a bookie, he’d tell you you’re the underdog in this match, hun.”

Stana’s arrogant facade immediately dropped as she tried to stammer out a response, “Well, yeah you know what, I — you — well — I’m gonna —”

Lindsey finally interrupted the struggling wrestler, “Wow, I figured you’d crumble quick after talking a big game, but damn, that was quick. I don’t even think I’ll need these to shut you up,” she said as she palmed her jugs, presently covered by a stunning, hot pink, one-piece swimsuit.

Almost as an act of mercy, the referee finally rang the bell and signaled for the match to start, saving Stana from any further verbal embarrassment. Unfortunately for Stana, it simply meant the physical humiliation was about to begin.

While Stana expected the rookie to be an easy opponent to put away, with a breast smother being the only thing to fear, Stana instead found herself rattled mentally, physically overpowered, and dominated in every respect early on in the bout. Lindsey clearly came in with a plan on how to exploit Stana’s weaknesses and status as the current champion to propel her to stardom as she buffeted Stana early with strikes before faking a jab in order to grab Stana’s hair and pull her into a knee strike that immediately set up a headlock. Following a sequence that felt like a blur to Stana, she was very vulnerable to the next step in Lindsey’s plan: the DDT. Now completely disoriented and on the ground, Lindsey was about to prove to Stana she was at the very least a capable grappler as well.

Lindsey displayed her nimbleness by transitioning immediately from her power move into a kimura, locking her legs in position, and cranking up the pressure. Stana cried out in pain, though to her credit refused to submit this early in the match. Lindsey smiled, quite pleased with the current situation as she said, “Don’t worry, Stana, while I could easily force you to submit to me in this hold, I won’t crank up the pressure too much. I still intend to play with you some more.” Instead of finding much pleasure in that pronouncement, Stana found more fear, knowing that if she were to anger Lindsey too much in this hold the pain could get much worse than the already hard to bare levels. A few moments later she began to see a little hope. She knew she would take a beating, but much like in her match with Emily, if she could just take the pain Lindsey dished out while being played with, she could find an opening to mount a counter attack and go for the win and it was that hope that gave Lindsey the strength to carry on.

After a few more moments, Lindsey let her out of the kimura while keeping a hand on her arm and grabbing Stana’s hair, ensuring Stana was going nowhere. Using her firm grip, Lindsey pulled Stana’s head right into her waiting legs and locked in a headscissor. Lindsey absolutely loved the sight as she had an unobstructed view of Stana’s watering eyes, while Stana’s mouth and nose were resting on her crotch, she had managed to get a solid grip on both of Stana’s arms, could see Stana’s lower body stretched out ahead flailing aimlessly, and had framed Stana’s face with her own luscious thighs.

“Oh Stana, I love seeing you struggle. It would almost be cute it if it’s wasn’t quite so pathetic,” Lindsey said with a smirk. “Nothing to say now, Stana? I suppose I really have silenced you without even bringing these two in,” Lindsey laughed as she proceed to roll over to her side, letting go of Stana’s arms, and continued the headscissor that Stana had already been trapped in for the past two minutes. “You’re lucky I’m only squeezing at 30-40%, Stana, otherwise you’d be a mess. But not, I just want to drain you of your ability to resist while showing off what I can do. After all what better way to make a splash than toying with your division’s champion? Even if you are overrated?” she said with her alluring confidence. Lindsey proceeded to raise her hips and torso, supporting herself with her now freed arms before telling Stana “I’m sorry to say you’re probably not going to like this much” as she rapidly slammed her hips back into the ground, delivering shock after shock to the head of Stana while continuing to toy with her.

“Well Stana, it’s been a lot of fun, but I think it’s time to ends this match now. I’m going to start squeezing progressively harder and you can either tap out or pass out. I definitely recommend you choose the former, as you don’t want to get knocked out before this punishment round,” she said threateningly to no response again.

“Well here’s 50%, let’s see how you do,” Lindsey taunted. As Stana felt the strength of Lindsey’s thighs squeeze her head, she wanted to submit to Lindsey and put an end to the round and as she raised her hand to tap out, Stana exclaimed, “Here’s 60!” causing Stana to let you an involuntary yelp and tap on Lindsey’s thighs rapidly.

The ref quickly announced, “your winner, by headscissor submission, Lindsey Pelas!” before exiting to allow the punishment round to begin.

Lindsey laughed, “couldn’t even make it to 70 huh? Oh well, time to move onto the punishment round where I could show you 70 and 80 or…”

Lindsey let her words trail off as she released Stana and shifted her body to take a kneeling position at Stana’s head before extending her legs backwards while keeping her torso slightly elevated, just enough to leave an inch of separation between Lindsey’s breasts and Stana’s petrified face. “Well, remember how you got humiliated in a lumberjack and jill match last time? Yeah, well, this is going to be worse. A lot worse.” And without any further ado her tits descended onto Stana’s face, leaving Stana seeing nothing but darkness and breathing nothing at all. “Well get in line boys and girls, she’s yours to take while I keep her drifting in and out up here.” The first lumberjack excitedly discarded Stana’s bottoms before tossing her legs onto his shoulders as he plunged right into Stana’s pussy, causing Stana to let loose a loud moan right into Lindsey’s chest, or at least it would have been if not for the fact it was completely muffled by the breast smother. “Keep it up, the way her moans tickle my chest tells me is loving it.”

Only too happy to keep pounding away, he kept triggering Stana’s moaning with every pump, only for those moans to be swallowed by Lindsey's chest. Every minute Lindsey would lift up and let Stana get a breath before descending immediately back down into her reverse breast smother. After a couple minutes, the first lumberjack let loose his load into her, as Lindsey beckoned a lumber jill to take the next shift. Scarlett Johansson happily thrust her strap-on into Stana’s pussy while thrusting a dildo into her ass. As Scarlett masterfully worked both, she taunted Stana mercilessly and continuously, emphasizing that she would be coming for that title and that Stana was no match for her. After a few more minutes of smothering keeping her on the brink and Scarlett fucking her in both holes, Stana began to visibly quiver and twitch, barely able to keep control of her own body. As Lindsey lifted up her chest again, she slipped off her one-piece’s straps, freed her rack, and told Stana, “Sorry, hun, but this is the last time I lift up for the next few minutes, so you better take a deep breath,” and dropped back down again.

“Hey, Scarlett,” Lindsey said with a slightly evil smirk, “I think you got less than a minute and a half before she’s out for good, so you better make it count.”

“Don’t worry,” said Scarlett without breaking her rhythm, “I’ll have her done in a minute for sure,” as she let out a chuckle. “Little slut won’t know what hit her”

“Poor little slut indeed," replied Lindsey, “no one lasts long in here anyways, let alone while getting fucked like she is right now. But then again, every lumberjack out here and some of the lumberjills would love to have their face right here, so maybe I shouldn’t feel too bad for her.”

Thirty seconds later, Stana finally orgasmed, and Scarlett pulled out leaving Stana a weak, wet, shivering mess with even less air than a moment ago. “Well now that’s done, I’m afraid it’s time for you to take a nap,” taunted Lindsey. “I beat you without them with ease, but I think it’s important to show you and the rest of the league why this rack is to be feared. Sweet dreams.”

A few moments later and Stana was out and the career of Lindsey Pelas appeared to have been born."

- Submission by Anonymous

Stana Katic vs. Lindsey Pelas (Lumberjack & Jill Match)

"The busty blonde bombshell had impressed in her CWF debut, keeping up with the veteran Flyweight Champion step for step and punch for punch. That was all changing though as Katic had stripped the stacked blonde of her bra, using the massive cups to momentarily distract the Maxim model as Stana threw the brassiere straight in the face of her fair-haired foe. "Bitch!" Pelas screamed, only to gain the wind knocked out of her lungs a second later as Katic rammed her back first into the turnbuckle post, Lindsay's massive golden breasts bountifully bouncing freely above Stana's head.

The Castle star had the rookie right where she wanted her when she suddenly felt hands lock onto her wrists, pulling outwards towards ringside. Katic couldn't move, she couldn't shake her arms free and out of the nail piercing wristlocks that kept her head first under Lindsay's massive chest. "Let me fucking GO!" Screamed the statuesque brunette, her right eye filled with the sight of Lindsay's sweaty, gold belly but her left leaving her a slight field of view. Lustrous crimson hair, smooth pale skin, it had to be Molly Quinn.

Breathing pained and heavy breaths Pelas looked down to see that Stana hadn't moved an inch, her driving shoulder still piercing Pelas' prized toned tummy like a stake. "What the fuck are you doing?" Pelas screamed, launching a cavalcade of elbows, punches, scratches and kicks all the to the back of the tortured Canadian, her screams and lack of movement giving Pelas pause as she couldn't convince her slender foe to move. "Lift her up into those fucking utters you idiot," screamed a lumberjill from behind, Pelas' head not able to swivel far enough to see who suggested it, to see who'd she thank after her victory.

Grabbing two heavy handfuls of Katic's silky hazel hair, Lindsay slowly forced the tall brunettes head straight in-between her mountainous golden mammaries. Stana's face was completely engulfed in-between the blonde's sweaty, golden planets and before long Katic could feel her air running out, the only sensations left were the feeling of Lindsay's soft jiggling skin against her cheeks and the unmistakable smell of sweat left after a long fight in the crevice of Pelas' mammoth pair.

Catcalls rang out as Katic's body trembled, her arms shaking as she kept trying to pull free out of the dark prison her face was caught in. Stana screamed into the void, her voice nearly completely muffled as Lindsay groaned, breathing in heavily as Katic's shoulder retained it's place in her gut. "Tap out you stupid old bitch!" Pelas screeched, desperate to escape the corner, the muffled noise amidst her breasts getting quieter and quieter, the air she could feel breathing against her chest slowing until she could feel Stana's body slowly go limp.

"What the fuck?" Lindsay grunted, Katic's body falling backwards with a THUD as she hit the mat, her whole body laid out spread-eagle on the canvas.

"Your winner by KO, Lindsay Pelas!" The referee approached the confused blonde, hoisting her arm up unceremoniously as she stared around in a happy confusion, one arm still caressing her aching, battered gut. Behind her Molly Quinn and Alix Lynx slid into the ring, Lynx the mystery hand that had kept Stana's other hand in its place. Pelas was basking in her win, unaware of the circumstances but happy as the crowd roared for the gorgeous golden-haired blonde. She felt like she had done it all on her own, but it was only when she turned around to see Stana that she discovered how she had actually obtained her victory. Katic's body was marked in bright red lipstick with two sweeping sets of letters. MQ and AL."

- Submission by Mr. Drake

Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"In by far the bustiest matchup the Celebrity Wrestling Federation had ever seen, fans were absolutely drooling at the devious possibilities and endless outcomes, but what actually transpired was far more stunning than could have been imagined. Lucy Pinder was thought to be a premier challenger to the Bantam belt, and although a tag loss wouldn't hurt her chances, she was primed to carry her team to victory as the most talented and respected fighter out of the four. In an absolute whirlwind however, the initial Pelas versus Pinder pairing that started the match lasted just a handful of shocking moments. After drowning the Flyweight champion, Stana Katic, in her fleshy bosom in her spectacular debut, Pelas seized control of the busty Brit seemingly with ease just moments in, spoiling the enormous hype around this match and simply overwhelming Pinder before either even had the opportunity to tag out. The match ended with none other than a sultry breast smother as Pelas trapped the frazzled brunette in the corner and enveloped her crumpled frame, suffocating the Brit as her partner, Emily Addison, kept Debling at bay on the outside, ensuring there would be no interference. It's hard to imagine anyone could have impressed more in her first two fights than Lindsey Pelas, but this blonde is destined for stardom."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"It would be an understatement to say this 2v2 tag-team elimination match was a battle between well-endowed ladies. Among these skilled fighters, the smallest chest was Emily Addison's 32Es while Lucy Pinder boasted awe-inspiring 32Hs. When the the four fighters met in the center of the ring both Lindsey and Emily were greeted by an unfamiliar feeling as they realized their opponents had them both outgunned. Seeing the faintest hint of self-doubt creep onto their opponents' faces, Lucy and Melissa both cupped their chest, taunting them, emphasizing their size advantage. With all fighters in the center of the rings, the ref explained "this match is a tag-team elimination style match with unlimited rounds with each round lasting six minutes each and a fifteen second break between every round. At the start of each round after the first, both active fighters will begin the round halfway between their opponents corner and the center of the ring to prevent easy tags at the start of a new round. A fighter can be eliminated via submission or knockout. No fighter may return to the match after elimination. A fighter may enter the ring immediately after their teammate has been declared knocked out. Tags can only be made in each team's respective corners while the fighter being tagged in has both heels on the ground on the other side of the apron. After a tag, up to ten seconds of offensive collaboration is allowed before the fighter that tagged out must leave the ring. Exceeding the count is cause for automatic disqualification. All other standard rules apply." After the ref finished explaining the rules, she asked the starters for the match to return to their corners and for the other two fighters to step out onto the other side of the ring ropes.

Lucy, who recently defeated the current bantamweight champion, Kate Upton, and Emily Addison, the former flyweight champion, retreated to their respective corners, ready to start the first six minute long round, while their teammates took a position behind them, on the other side of their respective ring posts. Following the ref giving the signal to start, Lucy Pinder and Emily Addison came together in a collar-and-elbow lockup, both grappling for position. Emily made the first early progress of the match as she deftly turned the lockup into an arm lock. Emily twisted Lucy's arm, causing some minor pain before flipping her to the mat in a perfect form. Emily quickly dove to the mat and locked in a bow-and-arrow hold, stretching her opponent's back over her shins.

After a few moments in the hold, Lucy was able to struggle out and roll away. Unfortunately for Lucy, as she tried to roll away, Emily managed to grab a hold of her right leg and while Lucy was able to roll a little closer to the edge of the ring she wasn't in a good position to make a tag. Things got worse for Lucy as Emily turned the good position she he had into a single-legged Boston Crab. Lucy cried out in pain as her back was tortured yet again in the early minutes of the first round. Lucy tried once again to use her weight advantage to struggle and break free, but given Emily's more stable hold, those struggles went nowhere. Realizing she was close to the ropes, Lucy gave up the struggle and instead focused on grabbing hold of the ropes right in front of her. Using her arms and free leg, Lucy scooted herself forward and lunged towards the salvation of the ropes, holding on for dear life once she got a hold of them. Emily releases the hold as ordered, but the moment the ref signaled she could, she went back on the offensive.

This time Lucy was ready and she displayed the brute strength she had used to defeat Kate Upton, Yvonne Strahovski, and her current partner, Melissa Debling in single combat in prior matches. Back on her feet, Lucy defended against Emily's assault by locking her opponent up in a cinch that was quickly transitioned into a brutal belly-to-belly suplex as Lucy displayed her love for power moves. After bringing her opponent back to a standing position, Lucy proceeded to shove Emily into a standing headscissor. Lucy hooked her both of Emily's arms and lifted her into vertical position drawing massive cheers from the audience as they knew what was coming next.

Lucy dropped to her knees, slamming Emily chest-first into the hard, unforgiving canvas of the ring with a violent implant buster as Lindsey watched on helplessly, unable to rescue her partner. Emily was sprawled out on the mat after chest was crushed by Lucy's brutal power move, completely open to her opponent's next moves. Lucy dragged Emily back to her feet before shoving her into the corner where Melissa lay in wait. Lucy tagged in Melissa and had her restrain Emily from behind the ringpost, allowing Lucy to set up an easy breast-to-face splash against Emily. Emily had received such splashes before in fights before, but the damage done by Lucy's splash was unparalleled. Lucy's breasts came down upon Emily's defenseless face like twin wrecking balls. Had Melissa not been propping Emily up she would certain have collapsed, yet because of the collaboration between the two, Emily was open to another splash allowing Lucy to yet again use her twin globes to against Emily's face once more. As Lucy leapt into the air to splash Emily once again, Emily's eyes bulged in fear, knowing she could do nothing to stop what was coming. Lucy's breasts once again collided with Emily's face, brutally damaging her opponent. This time Melissa allowed Emily to collapse in the corner and Lucy slid out before the referee could count her out for excessive collaboration after the tag. Meanwhile, Melissa dragged Emily out of the corner and towards the center of the ring as she set up her own offensive.

Once she had Emily in the center of the ring, Melissa dropped to the mat and snaked her legs around those of Emily's, locking in a grapevine. Melissa extended her legs outwards, delighting in Emily's screams of agony and ineffectual thrashing. With just under two and a half minutes left in the round, Melissa pinned Emily's hands and lowered her 32G breasts over the terrified face of Emily Addison. Emily's face disappeared entirely as Melissa's twin orbs enveloped every facial feature of her foe. With her hands pinned and legs ensnared, even the wily Emily would have trouble escaping her current predicament. Emily had trained rigorously in No Air Zone stable practices with her tag-team partner and stablemate Lindsey Pelas to withstand breast smothers, and she would need to bring every part of that training to bear as she suffered under Melissa's breasts.

"Having trouble breathing down there, Emily? Is it rough being under tits this big?" Melissa taunted. Emily declined to respond, knowing she would have to conserve every breath of air she had to survive until the bell could save her, but even if she chose to respond, with the way she was drowning in Melissa's conquering boobs, anything she said would have only escaped as incomprehensible, muffled noises.

A minute into her breast smother, Melissa released Emily's hands and used her now available hands to pull Emily's head deeper into her already devastating hold. As she wrapped her arms around the back of her foe's head, Melissa told Emily, "don't count on the timer to free you, hun. You're passing out long before that final minute and fifty seconds left expires."

Thrust ever deeper in Melissa's cavernous cleavage, Emily found herself even more perilous circumstances. Her precious oxygen continued to dwindle as Melissa's impressive chest sapped it from her. Her tag team partner remained far away, unable to help. And the ticking of the timer seemed ever slower as she was forced deeper and deeper into Melissa's lethal embrace. Nevertheless, Emily's training, experience, and resolve allowed her to keep her cool, even as the smother got harder and harder to bear. After a total two and a half minutes suffering under Melissa's chest, Emily began to feel the smother-induced delirium set in.

Losing track of time, Emily began to worry about how long she had been in there and if she could make it. She knew she would never submit, but the thought of passing out became increasingly frightening. A mere fifteen seconds after that and the delirium left Emily completely disoriented.

By the time the bell rang, Emily was barely conscious and when Melissa finally unwrapped her arms and peeled Emily away from her chest, Emily was a discombobulated mess, gasping for air and barely able to stand. "I'm surprised you're still alive after that, Emily. I thought you'd have passed out for sure. Oh well, I'll just have to finish you off next round," Melissa said with a laugh.

Emily didn't even process the taunt as she stumbled back to her corner. After a dominating start turned into a brutal demolition following Lucy's counter, Lucy and Melissa's tag-team team coordination, and Melissa's powerful breast smother, Emily needed to recover desperately, but unfortunately for her, the fifteen second respite quickly expired and the referee signaled for the active fighters to take their positions in front of their opponent's corners.

Lindsey looked on, gripped by fear, as she saw her friend and mentor, Emily, stuck with Lucy behind her and Melissa in front of her, a position that would be nothing short of terrifying under normal circumstances, let alone after you were smothered by Melissa for three minutes. She desperately leaned into the ring hoping to make a tag at any point during the round, but deep down she knew that such a tag was going to be difficult with Melissa in the way. Despite what her mind said, her heart held out, praying that Emily would find a miraculous way out, like she had done so many times before.

Meanwhile, Lucy sneered at Emily, "oh Emily, I heard so much about how great you were, but it seems you're not even good enough to pass out between my tits this match. Looks like you're all Melissa's and won't be conscious for much longer." "Oh Emily, ready for your reunion with my babies? You can spend the whole six minutes of Round 2 under my chest, if you'd like," Melissa taunted as she cupped her buxom chest. As the ref signaled for the start of Round 2, Melissa wasted no time as she closed the distance between her and Emily with impressive haste, going for and easy takedown so she could re-apply her smother and knock Emily out for good.

Emily expected Melissa's moves, however, and hooked her opponent's right leg with her own, surprising Melissa and taking them both down to the ground in the middle of the ring. Emily, crawled as quickly as she could before leaping towards the outstretched hands of her partner. Seeing the tag, Melissa got to her feet and tagged in her partner thus causing Round 2 to start with the Pelas-Pinder matchup many fans wanted to see. Throwing caution to the wind, Lindsey came out of the gate fast and leapt at Lucy, catching her off-guard with a spear!

Lucy expected either early strikes or a collar-and-elbow type deal, but instead she was driven hard to into the ground by the aggressive Lindsey Pelas. Had the move failed it would have been called foolishly reckless, but with its success, Lindsey had secured her a major advantage. Transitioning straight into a body scissors, Lindsey squeezed Lucy's ribcage between her legs, causing Lucy to squeal in pain. While not as famous as her boobs, Lindsey's legs were still capable weapons, and they brought the pain to Lucy.

Still close to her corner, Lucy dragged herself towards it before reaching up and tagging her partner Melissa in. Realizing the danger she was in, Lindsey chose to break the hold as she saw her opponent reach for her partner rather than stick around to them fight her 2v1 for ten seconds. While Lindsey was able to roll away and avoid the 2v1, she was not able to avoid Melissa, who rapidly closed the distance and pulled her into a chest-to-chest bearhug. "Ready for my 32Gs to squash your itty-bitty 32Fs, Lindsey? I am sure you'll be crying for mercy soon," Melissa taunted as she thrust her chest straight into Lindsey's.

Lindsey was enraged by the taunt, never before having had her chest called small in a fight and responded in-kind by wrapping her arms around Melissa thrusting her chest into her foe's, unwilling to to lose the titfight. Both fighters were locked in each other's embrace and mashed their chest against the other, desperately trying to prove their own superiority, putting their pride on the line. For the moment, they were locked in a stalemate, neither chest giving a millimeter, both holding strong against the other.

Eventually, one chest started to give way to the other much to the surprise of one fighter, "how, how is this possible? This can't be," Melissa sputtered as her chest was dominated by Lindsey's.

"Ain't so itty-bitty now, are they, Melissa?" Lindsey responded, relieved that she was able to get revenge after the prior taunt. As Melissa's chest began to mushroom out thirty seconds later under Lindsey's pressure, she started to mewl in pain. Chest crushed and pride in tatters, Melissa's nightmare were only just beginning. Satisfied that she had proved the superiority of her chest over Melissa's, Lindsey intertwined her legs around Melissa's while keeping the embrace tight before using the leverage to launch a modified Thesz Press, crushing Melissa's proud chest even further under her own as they landed on the mat.

Lindsey dragged the stunned Melissa Debling over to her corner and tagged in Emily. "Well, I guess it's time to get my revenge, wouldn't ya say," Emily told Melissa with a grin as she straddled her. Emily wasted no time dropping her chest on her opponent's face nor did she waste any time locking in the grapevine. With a few seconds left in their offensive collaboration time, Lindsey stomped Melissa's stomach a few times before sliding through the ropes onto the other side.

Emily smiled as she felt a rush of air, expelled from Melissa's lips following Lindsey's stomps, brush against her chest, knowing that it would only accelerate Melissa's doom. Melissa on the other hand, felt her lungs burn as she was left gasping for air under a chest that would give her none. With Emily's technique and her 32E chest, Melissa didn't stand a chance of surviving the remaining three minutes left in the round as Emily's chest engulfed her face.

"Having trouble breathing down there, Emily? Is it rough being under tits this big?" Emily said with a sing-song voice, throwing Melissa's words back at her. "MMMMPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHH" Melissa's angry retorts were muffled by Emily's chest, serving only to hasten her own demise. Emily pulled Melissa deeper into her chest, increasing the potency of her own lethal embrace, making sure to payback her arrogant, albeit dangerous and capable opponent for her earlier attack. "I guess it's hard to respond with a mouth full of tit," Emily said with a smirk.

Within a minute, Melissa was already in a state of delirium, her mind melted to mush by Emily's brutal breast smother hold. Melissa struggled desperately trying to pry apart Emily's arms and break free, but Emily's embrace remained locked and tight through it all. Twenty seconds later, Emily was happily riding through Melissa's convulsions. "Ooh, Melissa, you're close, I can feel it," Emily cooed, savoring every second of it. Ten seconds after that, Melissa's night was over as her body went slack. Unwilling to relent, Emily kept her tits glued to Melissa's face until Melissa was formally declared to be knocked out by the referee.

Lucy Pinder was not about to let Emily's excessive smothering of Melissa go unpunished. Before Emily could even stand up, Lucy barreled into her, knocking her off Melissa and leaving her faceup with her back on the ground. Lucy took advantage of the fact that he she had both taken Emily by surprise and was currently straddling her to lock in a grapevine. With Emily's legs trapped, Lucy began slamming her own chest down repeatedly on Emily's face. Every slam to Emily's face felt to her like a punch from a professional boxer, as the continuous assault left her whimpering. Lucy switched up her assault and began swinging her tits side to side, slapping Emily's face repeatedly as she continued to humiliate her foe. As Emily's face was whipped back and forth, Lucy let out a dominant laugh, throughly enjoying her vengeance.

Satisfied with the pain she had wrought on Emily, Lucy wrapped her arms around Emily's head and pulled Emily deep into her 32H cleavage, locking in CWF's most fearsome breast smother. "This is just the warm-up, Emily. I will subject you to the most devastating smother you have ever suffered for the remaining forty seconds of this round, but you will still be conscious, if just barely. When I play with you in Round 3, you will, however, wish I knocked you out this round," Lucy told Emily sadistically. Within seconds of being trapped in Lucy's chest, Emily realized this smother was unlike any other she had ever experienced. The combined oxygen and sensory deprivation was more intense than even her training sessions with Lindsey Pelas had prepared for. By the time the forty seconds had passed and she was freed, Emily felt worse than she did after two minutes under Melissa's smother earlier in the match.

When Lindsey looked at Emily's face as she walked back to her to rest before the start of the next round she saw a broken woman, something she never expected to see when she looked at Emily. "What happened to you?" Lindsey asked Emily with concern. Emily looked despondent as she simply responded, "I can't survive another round with her. Her breast smother...it's just...indescribable. I've never experienced something worse than that and likely never will." Lindsey didn't even have a chance to respond before the sullen Emily had to walk back to her position on the other side of the ring, far from any help.

"Ready for part two?" Lucy asked Emily with a smirk on her face. Emily's lack of response spoke a million words as the normally confident fighter was couldn't even muster a retort. When the referee signaled for the bell, Lucy went for a simple takedown, and while Emily tried to resist and counter, everyone, including her, knew it was ultimately pointless. Lucy quickly overpowered Emily's weak struggle and locked on another breast smother grapevine.

"You're all mine for the rest of the round, bitch," Lucy yelled at Emily as she pulled her deeper into her conquering cleavage. Deprived of the ability to see anything besides Lucy's cleavage, smell anything besides her perfumed chest, and breathe anything at all, Emily entered a state of delirium faster than ever before. After a minute, her mind was a floaty mess, unable to process anything at all. Lucy lifted her chest up fifteen seconds later, to see the broken shell of Emily Addison barely conscious and gasping for air. "Damn, it took Melissa three full minutes to get you like this, and I've heard it take Pelas just under two and a half. And after all your training, you are on the edge after a minute and fifteen seconds? I guess that's not bad given most girls are long gone by now, but damn. Guess my breasts really are in another league."

Lucy lowered her chest back down so that it hovered just an inch over Emily's face and asked, "hey, Emily, would you say my breasts are the best you've ever seen? That they are a league above anyone else's?" Emily whimpered as she responded, "Y-yes, Lucy. They're the most powerful breasts I've ever seen. Leagues ahead of anyone else. Please just s-stop. Just knock me out." Lucy laughed as she looked to Lindsey Pelas and said, "leagues ahead, huh? Not just a league, but leagues! Did you hear that Lindsey, even your partner thinks my tits are leagues ahead of yours!" Lindsey could only silently fume as she was subjected to Lucy's taunts, helpless to stop her friend's torture.

"Hey, Emily, how about if you worship my breasts, I'll be way nicer to you for the rest of the round? Just kiss them, suckle them, and nuzzle up against them, and you get nice Lucy to put you to sleep," Lucy offered with an air of smugness. Defiant, Emily spat at Lucy, clearly still having a line in the sand that she wouldn't cross.

"I see this little bitch has a death wish. So be it." Lucy plunged Emily back into her chest with four minutes left in the round, and pulled her in deeper than at any previous point in the round. "You've just bought yourself another round of torture, bitch. Yes, that's right. Another six minutes on top of the four left in this match. You might not want to fight for weeks after I'm done with you. I mean after almost fifteen minutes of intermittent oxygen deprivation from me from last round, this round, and the next one in addition to the three minutes Melissa put you under, god knows, we might have put a tittyphobia into you," Lucy remarked with a laugh.

By the end of the third round, when Lucy pulled Emily from her lethal embrace, Emily was in a trance-like state. She had become "jugdrunk", a state similar to that of being "punchdrunk", differing primarily in the manner of inducement. The repeated abuse by Lucy's jugs had reduced Emily to a barely functioning toy for Lucy to play with further and sent a message to anyone who would mess with Lucy that this would be their reward. Lindsey could only watch in horror, knowing that if she interfered to stop it, she would simply be ejected and the torture would continue as is, if not worse.

After four minutes of near continuous breast smothering actions, in the fourth round, with only a couple quick breaks to keep Emily conscious, Lucy lowered her tits back down again, enveloping the face of her hapless opponent, pushing Emily further into her jugdrunk state. With fifteen seconds left in the round Emily began to convulse under Lucy's dominant tits, her end finally approaching. With three seconds left in the round Emily went slack and the referee declared her knocked out. Nevertheless, much like Emily did to Melissa, Lucy kept the perfect seal of her tits against Emily's face locked on tight, wanting to keep the hold on as long possible, knowing that with the round over, she faced no threat from Lindsey. The ref tried to pry Lucy's arms apart and break the hold, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get Emily free. After ten seconds of trying, the ref gave up and instead started counting Lucy out, "1...2...3...4..," before Lucy finally acquiesced and released Emily from her breast prison. "Nighty night, Emily. Sweet dreams," Lucy taunted as she blew Emily and Lindsey a kiss.

Lindsey and Lucy assumed their position ready to go to head to head to determine the winner of this tag team elimination bout. Lucy was far more on-guard this time, aware of the possibility of an overzealous early rush by Lindsey given her actions earlier in the match. This time Lindsey played it safely and elected to go to her striking game. As demonstrated in her fight against Stana Katic earlier, Lindsey was a far more capable striker than one may assume. Lucy, herself a well-endowed capable fighter herself was more than wise enough to know not to underestimate Lindsey here and not assume she was only her best assets. Recognizing Lindsey's striking capabilities, Lucy put up appropriate defenses and counters.

While it certainly took longer than it did against Stana, Lindsey was eventually able to get off the combo of punches she wanted, opening up Lucy's defenses enough to pull her head into a knee strike. Lindsey's knee to Lucy's head left Lucy seeing stars and allowed Lindsey to pull Lucy into a front facelock. With the front facelock locked in, it was as easy as 1-2-3 to pull off the DDT, driving Lucy headfirst into the canvas. Lindsey quickly straddled Lucy and sent her legs backwards to ensnare her opponents legs so that she could put a quick end to the match. Much to her chagrin, Lucy was still capable of resisting her attempts to lock in a grapevine despite the DDT and instead successfully dislodges her opponent.

Lucy took advantage of the fact that she was quicker to get up to fire strikes into the unprotected body and face of Lindsey until she could finally get her defenses up. The moment Lindsey got her defenses up against strikes, Lucy transitioned to a hold based offensive as she lifted Lindsey into a torture rack. As Lucy pulled down on Lindsey's neck and legs to hyperextend her opponent's back, the crowd delighted both in the spectacular hold and the view of Lindsey chest given by her back being violently bent.

As Lindsey struggles became more likely to result in her breaking free, Lucy preempted her opponent and ducked her neck while pushing Lindsey forward in order to set up a backbreaker. Lindsey cried out in agony as her back was slammed onto Lucy's knee, furthering the damage done to her back by the torture rack. Eager to put away the match for good, Lucy climbed the ropes while Lindsey lay prone, clutching her back. Lucy took flight as she went for a diving double knee drop right into Lindsey stomach.

Had it hit, it would have been the end of the match for certain as Lucy could easily have put Lindsey away following it. Instead, she laid on the ground clutching her knees, while Lindsey returned to her feet. Lindsey grabbed a hold of both of Lucy's legs and fell backwards, catapulting Lucy into the turnbuckles behind her. Lucy immediately collapsed back to the mat upon impact, dazed from the collision. Lindsey pulled her just far away enough from the ropes that she couldn't reach them before locking on the grapevine and folding Lucy into her 32F chest.

"For all your talk about having the bigger, better chest, you seem to have forgotten one important thing. You kinda need to get me in there for it to matter. And while mine may be smaller than yours, my breasts are more than big enough and my technique is more than good enough to finish you off quickly, bitch," Lindsey told Lucy. Lindsey glanced at the clock and saw there were still just over two minutes left in the round. "So, we know you're good at applying a breast smother, but I don't think we know how good you at surviving one. Are you excited to find out, Lucy? Two minutes left in the round. Do you think you can make it? My bet is that you'll pass before you can be saved by the bell," Lindsey taunted as she pulled Lucy deeper into her chest and tightened her embrace.

"MMMMMPPPHHHH! MMMMMPPPHHH!" Lucy replied, everything she said completely muffled by Lindsey's chest. "Oh that's cute, Lucy, you think you can talk with my tits basically swallowing your face whole. Besides, if you want to survive your time with my twin orbs of terror, you really should save your breath," Lindsey said with a laugh. Lucy's muffled protests quickly subsided to muffled moans and mewls as she realized the futility of trying to scream into Lindsey's breasts and focused on struggling to break free and conserving as much air as possible while doing so. Lucy's struggles proved as futile as her screams as nothing she did served to help her escape Lindsey's smothering embrace. Lucy quickly began to descend into the delirium so many of Lindsey's victims had faced before and with thirty seconds left in the match, Lucy began to convulse. Lindsey rode the convulsions out and soon thereafter, Lucy was out cold. When the ref came to declare Lindsey the winner, Lindsey shot the ref a glare, conveying a silent message, "don't declare her out until there's one second left in the round – or else." The ref begrudgingly obliged as she let Lindsey continue the smother for the final fifteen seconds of the round until she declared, "Lucy has been eliminated by a breast smother KO, therefore your winners of this tag-team elimination match, Lindsey Pelas and Emily Addison!"

- Submission by NoAirZone

Megan Fox vs. Lindsey Pelas (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)

"At one time the dominant Strawweight Champion, Megan Fox was looking to rekindle some of the fiery magic she once had by slaying intimidating blonde newcomer, Lindsey Pelas. Having already left the current Flyweight Champion, Stana Katic, in a naked, twitching, twisted pile of limbs in her debut, Pelas was looking to add another sparkly notch to her belt in just her second fight. Though with the stakes of tonight's battle, she'd likely need more than a suffocating breast smother to finish off Fox.

Megan had already pushed Lindsey well past the point Katic had physically, but as the blonde exhaustedly pulled herself back to her feet just a few short steps away, Fox was unable to do the same this time. Ever the shit-talker, Megan had finally been silenced; a throaty mewl for oxygen all she could muster as she windedly squirmed in the suffocatingly hot sand. Pelas' heaving, naked orbs gently teardropped and swayed as she pushed upright from where she'd landed, suplexing a stunned Foxy across the unforgiving arena floor. Lindsey swept sweat-caked strands of her blonde locks from her eyes and twisted her disheveled mane back into a tight pony tail, straightening and posturing her nude form high above the crumpled brunette at her feet. Pelas' bronzed, impossibly curvy frame poured with heavy beads of sweat as she exhaustedly lurched forward and approached the downed Fox, her arms unsteadily quaking before they stiffened with resolve at the prospects of finally finishing this brutal affair.

Megan's piercing bulbs widened as her mouth still hung agape, spilling a breathless stream of drool down her chin as her legs began to churn in the sand once she felt Lindsey at her back. Her rosy-painted nails clawed in vain as she made little progress; her nude, beaten form little more than a crumpled, twisted heap of flesh, unable to find traction as she clumsily squirmed no more than a few inches forward before her dark mane was snagged. A throaty heave erupted from her lips as Pelas pulled up on her scalp, lifting her naked, mushrooming bosom from the sand. With a resigned grunt, Megan rolled to her back and finally faced her attacker; her lithe, panting abdomen flexing as Lindsey bent down and traced her free hand over Megan's navel. With a sharp, abbreviated squeal, Megan's naked torso suddenly stiffened as the blonde traced her digits between Megan's gently parting thighs, then without warning tugged on the thin landing strip of pubic hair shaven above her cunt. Following in-tow, Megan rose at Lindsey's command, obendiently heeling as Pelas ruthlessly yanked her to her feet.

Lindsey was hardly content with the punishment she'd dished out, dipping her shoulder and draping Megan's delicate frame over her neck before lifting into an Argentine Backbreaker. Fox breathlessly howled as her toned, spent body was wrenched and contorted into a crippling "C" as Lindsey made sure to dig one set of talons into the inside of Megan's thigh, the other cupping her slender throat. Megan recklessly flung blind elbows toward Lindsey's midsection below, taking hunks of flesh with her strikes at an alarming rate for the blonde, refusing to submit to the fate awaiting the loser. Pelas winced with each blow that found its mark, staggering toward the center of the arena and nearly bowing out of the hold by genuflecting to a knee. Just when cutting her losses seemed to be the only option, Pelas ruthlessly dropped to her knees with a jarring Argentine Backbreaker Drop, crunching the writhing brunette's spine over her shoulders. Megan's jaw slung agape as her body limply dangled over Lindsey's rippling back, deathly silent for the first time all night as she melted in the blonde's grasp.

A sickening *CRUNCH* erupted with a series of snaps and buckles as Megan's limbs went limp, her naked torso twitching as she wailed at full-throat. The brunette's eyes glazed vacantly over as her once-lively frame wilted to a motionless stop, crippled by the bone-crunching backbreaker. No longer able to resist with her spinal cord buckled, Pelas shifted her weight and pulled Megan's limp, twitching torso over her shoulder. The brunette mewled and gurgled as her twisted features came face-to-chest with Pelas' overflowing bosom, blubbering before her entire skull disappeared between Lindsey's swelling orbs. Megan could muster little more than a few fleshy pitches and convulsions as she was awkwardly twisted and suffocated by Pelas' heaving chest, her naked lower half gently, limply swaying with each merciless wringing of her frame by the blonde. The brunette's plump, bronzed slit peeked out from between her slender thigh gap as her painted toes curled, seemingly on the precipice of breathing her last breath before another jarring *SNAP* exploded from Pelas' bosom. With Megan helplessly sucking in her last few breaths, Lindsey mercilessly swaddled the back of Fox's cranium, tucking her smooshed features even tighter to her sternum before twisting the brunette's neck half a revolution. Megan's naked frame pitched with one last series of convulsions before stiffening over the blonde's shoulder, then finally Pelas tossed the crumpled corpse to the sand at her feet. Megan's glossy bulbs stared blankly skyward as her neck awkwardly bent sideways, tits up, her slender thighs easing into the splits as Lindsey planted a heel on her naked sternum, mushrooming her bosom flat to her chest, victorious over another fallen Champion."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Megan Fox vs. Lindsey Pelas (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)

"What began as a relatively even and back-and-forth fight between one of the up and coming young stars of the CWF's Bantamweight Division, Lindsey Pelas and former CWF Strawweight Division Champion, Megan Fox eventually turned ugly for one fighter. However, before that happened the match lived up to hype and billing of the match as a high intensity bout between an experienced former champion and the best rookie to hit the scene in some time. Lindsey had used her raw power and natural ability in the ring to inflict severe damage to Megan's body with various submission holds including a torture rack and a boston crab, while Megan, in addition to pulling off a clever headscissor on Lindsey, used weapons effectively to even up the fight. With both fighters wearing VR tactile suits with neural links configured to trigger the exact same feelings their virtual representations would up until the end of the fight, it is easy to imagine just how fatigued they must feel in the game and in actuality.

With both fighters clearly dealing heavily with the fatigue and physical damage associated with this match, both fighters wanted to end this match quickly. When Megan Fox had managed to get Lindsey on her back following some clever moves in the corner, she intended to capitalize quickly. Megan climbed the top rope and leaped from it with her knees pointed directly at Lindsey's massive chest, hoping the damage would leave Lindsey dazed enough for her to grab one of the many available weapons and finally put an end to the match.

Unfortunately for Lindsey was able to roll out of the way, allowing Megan to crash into the mat and be left clutching her knees while howling in agony. Lindsey quickly seized advantage as after getting up, she pulled Megan up and whipped her into the corner. Megan's back slammed into the turnbuckle, dazing her a little. She tried to clear the mental fog, but by the time she did and saw Lindsey charging at her with a full head of steam, it was far, far too late.

Lindsey leapt into the air and the subsequent splash stunned the audience and caused Megan to collapse in a heap, unable to withstand the sheer force of Lindsey Pelas' 32F breasts slamming into her face at that speed. Lindsey dragged Megan's crumpled body to the center of the ring and pulled Megan's legs apart in a grapevine hold. Megan's shrieks of agony could have been heard miles away as Lindsey continues to abuse Megan's legs.

After 15 seconds of making her point, Lindsey cups her chest, taunting her opponent and showboating for the crowd. The crowd goes insane, while Megan shakes her head, disappointed in herself and terrified about what's to come. "Get ready to head to the No Air Zone, Megan...forever!" Lindsay pulls off her bikini top and then pins Megan's hands above her head while letting her tits descend onto Megan's face as she begins to smother her poor opponent out.

As Megan's breath is drained and strength is sapped, Lindsey gets increasingly confident in her position and lets go of Megan's hands, preferring to wrap her arms around the back of Megan's head and pull her deep into her devastating cleavage. All the fans gasp in amazement or horror depending on who they were a fan of as practically all of Megan's head (besides the hair) disappears into Lindsey's rack. After a mere 40 seconds in the hold, Megan's body goes limp as she passes out.

However, as we know this match can only end one way, so Lindsey keeps the life-draining breast smother locked on and lets her tits continue to devour Megan's face. Not too long after, Megan's VR representation's vitals flatline and Lindsey lifts her tits up to begin her celebration."

- Submission by NoAirZone

Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Kate Upton/Yvonne Strahovski

"Lindsey and Emily fresh off the previous tag team win against Lucy and Melissa now are in for another challenge as they enter the ring against the famous blonde tag team duo of Kate Upton & Yvonne Strahovski. Lindsey and Emily had been training for this but they knew in this matchup anything is possible, Kate and Yvonne standing in the ring with matching black bikinis as they watch their opponents slide thru the ropes “Well Kate what do you think, two rounds? Or this goes to three?” Yvonne smiles as Kate looks at Lindsey before turning to face her partner “I say two rounds, three if we play with them” Kate grins.. Emily and Lindsey wearing matching blue bikinis as they see the blondes smiling and chatting, “Ok Emily we trained for this and I trained you again with smothers, just take your time and avoid getting trapped like last time” Lindsey assures Emily as they turn and get ready..

“Ok ladies who wants to go first and who wants to wait to get beaten?” Yvonne calls out as moves forward watching Emily not even hesitate as she steps forward, “I’ll take you on Yvonne, unless your scared” Emily fires back as the blonde just smiles, Kate and Lindsey eyeing each other as they exit the ring and the ref declares the match started..

Round 1 starts off fast as Yvonne grabs Emily’s wrists and whips her to the corner, Emily is shocked by her speed before being slapped across her cheek.. “We are going to teach you what happens when you challenge us” Yvonne smiles before driving a knee to her belly making Emily bend over before grabbing her by the hair..The action continues on until Emily lays on the mat worn out as both women have had time with one another, Yvonne having Emily trapped in a headscissor as she groans trying to get free until Yvonne shocks them both and lets Emily go.. “Not gonna knock you out so soon sweetie, lets see if Lindsey wants to beat on by Kate..” The leggy blonde smiles getting up and tagging in her anxious partner as Kate stares across “Come on Lindsey, scared?”.. Emily crawls to the corner and tags in Lindsey who slides thru looking at the bigger blonde in front of her and the bell rings signaling the end of Round 1!..

Round 2 begins as Kate and Lindsey collide, Kate using the size advantage to press down her breasts onto Lindsey’s making her gasp before going for a bearhug.. “I am the great Kate Upton and you are gonna be my toy Lindsey!” Kate barks as Lindsey arches her back as Kate squeezes hard, the bras barely holding together with the sheer force and size of these two chests.. Kate squeezes again and Lindsey’s top snaps as they huge chest is now free making Lindsey cry out loud before kneeing Kate in the stomach shocking the veteran model.. Kate drops Lindsey and they both fall on their asses, Lindsey holding her chest and Kate furious that Lindsey got free.. Lindsey watches as Kate comes forward and slaps her across the cheek once and then pounces on her as Kate is forced to her back watching Lindsey drop her breasts onto her own holding Kate’s wrists as they fight for size dominance, both women equally equipped but soon Kate starts losing the battle as Pelas grinds into her making her groan out.. “Hey Lindsey!” Yvonne calls out making Pelas look up as she watches Yvonne holding Emily in her corner, Kate knows what that was for as she snaps her wrists free and yanks Lindsey off.. Kate soon stands up and drags Lindsey towards the ropes “Wanna do the honors?” Kate smiles as Yvonne slides between the ropes being tagged in as she takes Lindsey by the hair and wraps her thighs around the blondes head squeezing as Lindsey starts whimpering..

Kate was watching  so intently that she didn’t notice Emily by the ropes as Yvonne was showboating and playing with her opponent, Emily quickly tags in and jumps Yvonne as the leggy blonde is taken to the ground as Lindsey rolls out.. “My turn Yvonne, think you can treat us like that!” Emily now on Yvonne’s back as she puts her in a camel clutch stretching her back as far as she can.. Yvonne is in distress now as she flails wildly, finding it so hard to believe the turn of events that have transpired, Emily feels Yvonne’s strength fading as she lets go and turns the blonde over and quickly slides her ass right onto her face as Yvonne squirms but unable to free herself as Kate looks on screaming at her partner to get up but the sounds start to fade fast as Yvonne is knocked out.. Kate is absolutely furious as she waits for a moment and the bell rings..

Kate is furious as round 3 begins, charging Emily as she reaches down grabbing Emily’s ankles and yanking as she is taken off her feet and slammed onto her back. Kate wastes no time and folds the dazed womens body over as she sits on Emily’s face now and starts spanking her hard “This is what you get you worthless bitch!” Kate shouts with each slap.. Lindsey looks on as Emily is fading just like Yvonne was, the thought of being one on one with Kate making her anxious and nervous as Emily soon fades despite trying to push Kate off with her legs... “Ok Pelas! Come on!” Kate shouts as Lindsey enters the ring only to be met by Kate’s body slamming into hers as they pull hair and slap away, Kate is pushed back but catches Lindsey by the arms yanking down as Lindsey collides with Kate’s chest.. Kate has Lindsey on her knees now leaning down as Lindsey’s face is engulfed by the huge chest, Pelas is slapping at Kate’s thighs as the tall blonde suddenly switches position and gets behind Pelas as she sits behind her reaching around grabbing Lindsey’s chest.. “First I'm gonna humiliate you, then I'm gonna celebrate by using your body afterwards..” Kate declares as she squeezes Lindsey’s breasts from behind looking to make a statement, Lindsey sits there as Kate is slowly working her breasts to only one outcome and Lindsey cannot bare to suffer that humiliation.. Kate smiling as Lindsey moans feeling her breasts giving in as Kate starts milking her breasts to Lindsey’s shock and utter humiliation “Now Lindsey its time to finish you off!” Kate smiles getting up and standing in front of the heavy breathing blonde placing her thong covered pussy in front of Lindsey. Pelas only has one instinct and yanks the thong upwards as Kate screams out moving backwards and turning to get to the corner, Lindsey slowly getting to her feet and following Kate now enraged by the humiliation she just experienced..

Kate feels her top come loose as she is quickly spun around and attacked by Lindsey’s huge breasts on top of hers. Both women swinging their chests wildly until Lindsey jumps up and engulfs Kate’s face as the taller blonde mumbles before dropping to her knees in the corner.. Pelas soon feeling she has an advantage at last as she pulls back her breasts and slams her bikini clad pussy in Kate’s face grinding away as Kate reaches upwards only to be pinned to the corner post as Lindsey grinds away. “I AM BETER THEN YOU KATE! I’ll out smother you, outsex you, out ass you, and ill make you my toy with my special strapon if you really want me to!” Lindsey barks feeling Kate weaken beneath her as she whimpers slowly before fading completely under Lindsey’s body.. Lindsey is finally pulled off of Kate as she can’t believe she won, the ref raising her hand in victory as she can barely stand to celebrate... Team Pelas/Addison pull off an extremely close one this time for the win.."

- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen

Lindsey Pelas vs. Ariel Winter (Tits 'N' Ass Title Match)

"A combined 5-0, this epic, busty battle had the eyes of just about every Flyweight at the top of the ranks; Brooklyn Decker, the current Champ, and Hilary Duff, the #1 Contender, in particular. Both blondes were sitting front row despite their Title fight being later that evening, just to get a glimpse of the stacked, gifted newbies they'd likely be facing down the line. Despite her age, it was surprisingly Ariel Winter who had the slight edge in experience, at least in a formal setting such as this one, but Pelas was an assassin, especially in this format. Pelas had already felled Stana Katic, a Flyweight belt holder, and Megan Fox, a Strawweight belt holder; leaving both tits-up and disgraced at her feet after suffocating between her fleshy pillows. Leaving girls drooling and unconscious in her wake with Breast Smother after Breast Smother was her life's calling, and Ariel was about to find out the hard way.

Despite knowing a decision had to be rendered via Breast Smother or Ass Smother, Ariel preferred the extravagant; choosing to berate Pelas in moments of control with wicked submissions and slams that couldn't even result in a finisher, only agony. All of these holds naturally came after both girls had been peeled free of their tops; the torn, scattered remains littering the ground at their feet. Winter's latest in a series of lavish holds was a tit-crushing Bearhug. Despite her shorter stature making this sort of hold ambitious against most, at only 5'3, Pelas was not quite towering enough to give Winter trouble.

The blonde wailed at full-throat as Ariel lifted her off her tippy toes, wrenching her spine, twisting and crushing the mewling Pelas until she was a pool of flailing limbs. The blonde hissed and sputtered as Ariel ragdolled her back and forth; their battling D and F-cups flattening and mushrooming against one another until Ariel began to deflate the blonde's poor, battered tits, smooshing them against her sternum. Pelas' bosom overflowed from the embrace as she pattered and whimpered for freedom, lost in the suffocating hug until Ariel slipped up. Looking to up the spine-crushing pressure, Ariel hiked Lindsey higher, wrenching her grip tighter but somewhat freeing Pelas' most feared weapons. With her cannons now finding some daylight, the blonde lurched forward with a hearty grunt and hugged the back of Ariel's skull as tight as she could, swaddling Winter's features and plunging her deep into her cavernous bosom.

Ariel began to immediately twist and gurgle in desperation, knowing that none so far had escaped this fleshy tomb. All it would take was a handful of seconds before she fell into the pit, a few moments of suffocation all Pelas needed to steal a victory. Perhaps acting on instinct alone, Winter craned the blonde even higher, lifting her feet off the ground nearly two feet before dropping. The blonde suddenly jolted and quaked with reverberations, her Breast Smother melting away as Winter countered with a breathtaking, cunt-shattering Inverted Atomic Drop. Pelas' jaw fell to the floor as she genuflect to a knee, her palms quaking as she rushed to cup her split, pulsing kitty, wailing hoarsely as she swayed on her knees, her freed tits teardropping heavily to the canvas. Ariel's eyes bugged in shock and relief as her sweat-soaked features slid from Lindsey's overflowing pillows, her bulbs darting around to figure out exactly how she'd managed to escape before settling on the distressed blonde at her feet.

With Pelas howling and frozen in crippling agony before her, Winter stepped up to the sagging blonde and repaid the favor; submerging Pelas' twisted featured deep into her cleavage. The blonde twisted and tugged as shrill squeals burst from Ariel's bosom, Pelas' thin stems folding up beneath her bubbly ass as she fell to her haunches, twitching with convulsions after just a few suffocating seconds. Lindsey's digits burrowed through folds of flesh as she cupped the back of Ariel's ass, clawing through the jiggling, supple flesh before her noodly arms fell away, dangling lifelessly at her sides. Pelas' heaving tits swung and pitched with convulsions as they teardropped toward the canvas, knocking weightedly against Ariel's thighs as she pressed into the blonde, jerking her oncemore to ensure she was unconscious before tossing her corpse to the canvas."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Lindsey Pelas vs. Ariel Winter (Tits 'N' Ass Title Match)

"Lindsey came into this expecting a younger girl that she would run over but she soon learned not to underestimate her opponent as Ariel quickly takes control, trapping Lindsey in a bearhug as their breasts press together.. “See this body Lindsey! Im gonna destroy you with these tits and my amazing ass!” The smaller girl boasts as she squeezes again making the blonde arch back before Lindsey grabs Ariel by the hair yanking her forward into her breasts, Ariel groaning as she tries to push away but Lindsey has her head trapped..

“Doesn’t seem hard to shut you up does it?” Lindsey smikes as Ariel is trapped between her famous big chest, the brunette squirming until Lindsey pushes her down to the ground and lands on top of her.. Ariel gasps for air and Lindsey makes a fatal mistake as she starts sliding up Ariel’s body and the brunette bucks hard sending the blonde to the side as Ariel rolls over gripping Lindsey by the hair “I didn’t stutter bitch! Your mine!” Ariel shouts..

Lindsey whines as her hair is yanked but soon her sounds are muffled as Ariel drops her ass on the blondes face hard as Lindsey lays there, the brunette squeezing her huge breasts as she engulfs the blondes face fully.. Ariel enjoys having this blonde bitch under her as she slowly breaks her down until Lindsey is lifeless under her..

Ariel’s phone is now filming as she looks at the camera “I'll take down any bitch in this division!” Ariel demands as the camera is moved to show Lindsey being force fed a strap-on as Ariel smiles “Now let me get back to earning my reward”...

- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen

Lindsey Pelas vs. Jessica Alba
"Jessica Alba wasn’t sure what to expect out of Pelas and found the blonde harder then she imagined, Alba had used her legs to keep the match even but Lindsey wasn’t giving up. The blonde model was under Alba as she was pinned under Alba’s chest, humiliating the busty blonde with a breast smother of her own. Pelas had enough and bucked upwards sending Alba forward as Lindsey quickly gets up mounting her back and yanking her hair back.

Alba groans out as Lindsey repositions into a camel clutch on the Latina, stretching her out as Jessica groans out trying to hold on. “Give up! I have you Jess!” Lindsey barks as Alba squirms hard before Lindsey stands up and bending Alba backwards lowers her chest as Jessica groans out loudly before being engulfed. Lindsey is all smiles as Jessica flails to no end as she is having trouble breathing. Alba finally goes limp as Lindsey drops her to the mat, the blonde having defeated her fair and square."

- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen