Maitland Ward

 

Age: 43

Height: 5'10

Weight: 130 lbs

Bust: 32D

Hometown: Long Beach, California

Record: 1 - 3

Wins: Maitland Ward (69%) defeats Karlie Kloss (31%)

Losses: Katy Perry (61%) defeats Maitland Ward (39%)

Melissa Debling (55%) defeats Maitland Ward (45%)

Kaley Cuoco (48%) *UPSETS* Maitland Ward (52%) via RNG

Rivals: N/A

Tag Record: 0 - 1

Wins: N/A

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

Maitland Ward vs. Katy Perry

"The towering redhead actress-turned-adult star had arrived in the CWF saddled with upper management's hopes that she would eventually challenge the elite of Bantamweight division. On this night, Katy Perry had other plans. Coming off a humbling defeat at the hands of Charlotte McKinney, Perry had righted the ship in stunning fashion, dismantling a noticeably lost Ward. Chickenwinging the redhead's arms feebly behind her back, she impressively hoisted the topless porn star fully upright, her massive, heaving breasts teardropping toward the canvas before a breathtaking Implant Buster was delivered. Perry rolled a twitching Ward to her backside, sloshing lifelessly to a stop as her bulbs fluttered into the back of her skull, convulsing as Perry secured an uncontested 3-count".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Maitland Ward vs. Melissa Debling (Skin-to-Win Match)

"Coming off an eye-popping, sensual destruction of a hapless Mandy Moore, Melissa Debling looked to keep the momentum rolling with a win over a disappointing rookie in Maitland Ward. With expectations sky-high for the towering redhead actress-turned-pornstar, Ward took a humbling tumble in her opening match against Katy Perry. Early in this fight it looked as though she'd gotten her act together somewhat, flashing the promise that promoters saw in her, successfully stripping Debling stark nude just moments in much to the delight of the fans. Unfortunately for her, the needed pin to end the match would never come.

Seemingly finding her footing in this unique contest, it was Debling who began to take a foothold with authority, needing only Maitland's frilly, rose-colored thong to even the odds and bare her counterpart. Ward windedly clutched her enormous, teardropping D-cups as she helplessly pant for oxygen in the corner, dishevelled strands of her auburn locks strewn across her sweat-soaked forehead. Her pale features flushed, Ward was compliant as a controlling Debling methodically lifted her limb-by-limb to the top of the turnbuckle, balancing a drunken Ward on her ass. Debling insatiably licked her lips as she went lip-to-kitty with Ward, burying her face between Maitland's thighs and propping opposing limbs on her shoulders as though she was going to eat out the vacant pornstar.

Ward throatily squealed as Melissa then backed away from the turnbuckle, lifting and balancing the mewling redhead atop her shoulders and readying for a Powerbomb. The redhead's pale, fleshy orbs dangled squarely in Melissa's face, motorboating the pathetic, blubbering pornstar. Maitland incredulously pedaled her stems against Melissa's back as she squirmed for freedom, pleading with the blonde bombshell before a heavy, stunning *THUD* erupted as she was deposited spine-first into the canvas.

Accompanying the fleshy crunch and subsequent incoherent gurgling from the unconscious redhead was a material ripping, and as each of her limbs was strewn convulsing to a different corner of the ring, Melissa slyly pulled the torn bottoms from between Ward's pinched thighs. A devastating Powerbomb pantsing left the lifeless redhead naked and spread eagle, tits up, violently twitching as Melissa stepped over and straddled her curvy frame around the waist. With a sole planted on her sleek, shaved mound, Debling secured an uncontested 3-count victory, proudly puffing out her prize-winning bosom as she towered over her felled victim".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Karlie Kloss vs. Maitland Ward

"While the CWF tried to hype this up as a serious match, most observers dubbed it the “Jobber vs Jobber” match, panning it as the weakest part of the card. Most fans expected a limp noodle of a fight with an unsatisfying finish. Journalists expected they wouldn’t get any highlights to use. To all of their surprise, they got an electric beatdown as Maitland dominated Karlie from beginning to end.

No one would accuse the mature redhead of being a particularly talented or technical fighter by any means. Most would accuse her of folding at the earliest sign of resistance. Luckily for her, she encountered essentially none as she fought like a woman possessed. After five minutes of beating Karlie up and down the ring, Maitland was smiling from ear to ear, radiating the sort of confidence that only comes from physically dominating your hapless opponent. Continuing her onslaught, Maitland whipped Karlie into the corner, before splashing her impressive chest into Karlie’s unexpecting face, causing Karlie to collapse to the ground, arms resting on the middle ropes. Maitland turned around, shoved her ass back into Karlie’s face, and began her stink face assault on Karlie’s poor visage. The ref started a slow count, letting Maitland grind on Karlie’s face before she finally pulled away after the ref hit four.

Maitland dragged Karlie to the center of the ring to finish the job. She snaked her legs around Karlie’s with ease and spread them wide, drawing a cry of pain from Karlie. “Oh, Karlie, scream for me baby,” Maitland yelled as she continued her grapevine, enjoying the unending crying screams from her opponent. Karlie flailed aimlessly, trying to break free, but looked more like a fish out of water as her upper body seemed to flop around in vain. Karlie’s struggles moved her no closer to an escape, but at least for the time being prevented a pin. “Scream louder,” she said as she stretched Karlie’ legs out even further. “Now, scream only for me.” Karlie’s cries of pain continued but her eyes registered confusion as to what Maitland’s latest order meant and then fear as they saw Maitland’s breasts slowly descend. Maitland wrapped her hands around the back of Karlie’s head and pulled it into her 32D cleavage. Karlie’s screams continued unabated, albeit muffled by Maitland’s breast smother hold. Karlie tried to push back on Maitland’s shoulders to free herself but in her weakened state it didn’t move her head even a fraction of an inch closer to freedom and with her shoulders off the mat a referee’s pin count couldn’t give her salvation either.

As Maitland’s grapevine continued to deliver unbearable pain and breast smother sapped her of breath, Karlie’s once loud cries of pain became whimpers. Resigned to her fate, Karlie gave up her struggles and tapped out, prompting the announcer to call out, “Your winner by grapevine/breast smother submission, Maitland Ward!” Despite the announcement, Maitland wouldn’t release Karlie from her tight embrace. Karlie tapped again, multiple times, rapidly in succession, and yelled, “I GIVE” into Maitland’s chest, desperate to end this torment. The ref, paid off by Maitland’s people, was happy to let the illegal continuation of the match continue. Maitland, feigning ignorance, said “what was that Karlie? All I heard was ‘mmmppphhh’. You have to speak up!” Karlie, low on air, tried yelling her submission again. This time Maitland pulled her out to let her speak, “p-p-please, l-l-let me go, you already won,” Karlie begged.

“You’re right, I have already won,” Maitland said, prompting Karlie to smile and nod, hoping to be freed. “But, that doesn’t mean I am done with you,” Maitland said with a mirthless laugh. Karlie’s smile faded instantly and her eyes went wide with fright again as Maitland forced her face back into the smother. Karlie began to panic and flail which only served to hasten her demise. Over the next twenty seconds her struggles slowed and ten seconds later they ceased altogether. Despite the end of Karlie’s struggles, Maitland continued to hold her face in her rack for another thirty seconds until she was confident Karlie wasn’t faking being knocked out. Satisfied with her dominating performance, she slid Karlie’s face out of her rack and let it fall to the mat with a thud. Maitland stood up and planted her foot on Karlie’s knocked out body, proud of a dominant first win."

- Submission by NoAirZone

Maitland Ward vs. Kaley Cuoco (Oil Wrestling Match)

"An everpresent and worthy challenger for the TNA Championship belt despite her record, Maitland Ward was hellbent on proving her DNA was more 'fighter' than 'pair of tits' to be paraded around the CWF in skimpy attire. Perhaps even less believable a wrestler was Kaley Cuoco, who was only a handful of losses away from challenging for the Jobber Queen title. In fact, she was only a narrow one seed higher than the reigning Queen of Suck, Taylor Swift, in the ranks.

Staring face-to-tit with another fleshy demise was the surprisingly lethargic blonde; stripped topless like her counterpart, but unlike Ward, this feeling was unfamiliar and paralyzing for Cuoco. The actress' hesitance to drop her swaddling armbra left her taut tummy invitingly exposed, and after she was slung by the bicep into the corner with an oily *THWACK*, the redhead went to work on cracking the blonde's ribs. The crowd boisterously rang out in unison as Maitland hunched at the waist and drove spear-after-spear into Cuoco's flexing abdomen; each threatening to puncture the blonde's gut.

"ONE! TWO! THREEEE!! FOU---"

Suddenly the count stopped and an aura of shock washed over the onlookers. With her mouth hanging breathlessly agape from the relentless belly onslaught, Kaley finally dropped her armbra and slung her right wrist over the bent redhead's slender neck, tightening her bicep like a noose around Maitland's throat. The hunched actress let out a gutted, throaty grunt as Kaley lifted her thigh and drove the point of her knee square into Ward's bosom, a fleshy *CLAP* erupting from the impact, accompanied by a blinding mist of oil and sweat. Maitland's ruby-painted toes lifted off the canvas as her coiled frame curled around Cuoco's rippling thigh, hoarsely gagging as she collapsed back to a knee, genuflecting still in Kaley's unrelenting grasp. Ward's arms rushed to swaddle her pulsing abdomen, her heaving tits teardropping toward the canvas before she was pulled off her knees by a surprisingly revitalized Cuoco.

Bunny-hopping onto the bottom ropes, Kaley vaulted herself into the air with Maitland's skull still in-tow, using her momentum to spin toward the center of the ring and detonate Ward's forehead into the canvas. The shallow wading pool of oil exploded as if the two had cannonballed into it, coating the already drenched fighters as Ward went skull-first into the mat, trampolining off the springy canvas with a meaty *THUD*. The lifeless, splayed redhead gurgled and blew bubbles in the oil as she slumped face-down, fleshily twitching and pitching as her massive tits spilled out the sides of her slender frame, pancaked against the ground under her weight. Sloshing the convulsing porn star to her backside with a gentle shove to the shoulder to ensure she was left tits-up, Cuoco slid to a seat at Ward's hip, leaning over the awkwardly twisted and contorted redhead and degradingly pinching her cheeks together.

"Nice try, but stick to porn..." Cuoco quipped in a gruff parting shot before raising her arms in quiet victory."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins