PPV 23
Charlotte McKinney (58%) defeats Nicki Minaj (42%)
Charlotte McKinney vs. Nicki Minaj
"The stacked blonde giggled as she ducked past a visibly distressed and disheveled Minaj's last ditch effort to turn the tides; the elder aggressor finally having shut her yapper for once after arrogantly running her mouth the entire evening. The woman who started out with unflinching confidence was bordering on speechlessness, stunned at how McKinney had taken the fight to her despite their records. Rather than folding after her last humiliating loss, Charlotte's resolve was evident and unbreakable tonight. Torn strands of lycra littered the canvas as both fighters shuffled around the outskirts; McKinney moving with all the vigor of a 20-something as she booted Nicki's bunched thong underneath the bottom rope. Nicki absentmindedly attempted to blink away the cobwebs as Charlotte proudly puffed out her enormous F-cups, teardropping freely to the canvas as Nicki shielded her battered C's, still flustered from the near-knockout just seconds ago but managing to squirm out from beneath the blonde's deadly globes and escape her normally iron-clad breast smother.
Nicki's smooth, caramel skin glistened with a sheen of sweat as Charlotte continued to stalk her nude foe, eventually backing the vacant, raven-haired beauty into the corner and snatching her free flowing locks with both hands. Nicki's hunched frame sagged against the turnbuckle as Charlotte once again tugged and twisted the diminutive Minaj until she bent to the blonde's will, roughly thrusting her cranium back between her sweaty mounds. Muffled squeals erupted from Charlotte's bust as Nicki's head disappeared between the blonde's cleavage; heavy-heeled as Charlotte hugged her trapped foe and backed into the center of the ring.
Nicki kicked, stomped, and pushed against the blonde's belly with all her might before Charlotte suddenly lept into the air, detonating Nicki skull-first into the canvas with a devastating Sitout Facebuster. Nicki's frame trampolined fully erect on her knees, her bright bulbs fluttering into the back of her skull before she teetered and collapsed flat on her belly, her body sickeningly convulsing as she slumped to the quaking canvas, her tits mushrooming out from beneath her slender frame. Charlotte wryly smirked as she sat with legs spread, her once-mouthy opponent twitching before her. With an utterly contented grin, the blonde rolled the spasming Minaj to her backside and covered with a delicate breast smother, gently palming one of her golden orbs and massaging her stiffening nipple over Nicki's lips as the 3-count rang out".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Alison Brie (52%) defeats Natalie Dormer (48%)
Alison Brie vs. Natalie Dormer
"Each fighter had more than one reason to win. For Alison, it was to break above the .500 mark, continue her winning streak and prove that she was not someone to be overlooked despite her small stature. For Natalie, she was 0-1 and had just barely lost her first fight. This was her chance to redeem herself and to prove that her slender frame is truly dominant over Brie's prominent busty and petite looks. The Slender Seductress Vs The Busty Brunette.
Brie had used everything she had against the Game of Thrones actresses, using every bit of experience she herself had learned on G.L.O.W. to try to take down and slow her lithe and agile foe. After some dangerous roll-ups and reversals, alongside a near wardrobe malfunction caused by the Brit's devious hands, Brie finally had her opponent where she wanted her. Dormer was trapped, her back against the corner, messy blond hair strewn across her face leaving only eye visible. Maybe it was a blessing only one eye could see as Brie rushed from the opposite corner, jumping up and splashing her buxom chest straight into Dormer's face! Brie pushed the falling Brit back into the corner as she rushed her again, and again, and again until Natalie could no longer stand, slumping down the corner against the bottom turnbuckle, her face covered in her own sweat and with Alison's revealing look, Brie's own chest sweat.
"Time to finish this" Brie exhaled, a twinge of doubt still inflected in her otherwise confident tone as she lifted her groggy opponent up to her wobbly feet. Brie tucked her opponents head between her thighs, grabbing her opponents waist as Natalie did the same to Brie. Just as Brie was lifting the Brit up for a sit-out pile-driver, Natalie caught her opponents bottoms with her nails, pulling them down as she was spiked into the mat. Brie barely noticed the top of her bare bum showing to the world as she rolled her opponent over, pinning her for the quick "1, 2, 3!" It was only as she was standing, her perky bum still partially on show for the entire watching world, that Brie noticed her opponents handy work. "Shit!" Brie screamed, pulling up her tights as she rushed out of the ring, glaring daggers at Dormer as she scampered up the ramp simply muttering, "This is why I should only wear a singlet!"
- Submission by Mr. Drake
Sophia Bush (49%) *UPSETS* Kesha (51%) via RNG
Scarlett Johansson (50%) defeats Olivia Munn (50%) via RNG
Olivia Munn vs. Scarlett Johansson
""There must be a winner" the voice over the PA system blared, as each women had been counted out on the outside. Munn was laying stunned against the side of the barricade while Scarlett lied with her head down against the steel steps, a small trickle of blood shown clearly against each of their heads and left marked on the top of the steel stairs.
After a grueling battle between the two between the ropes, the fight had spilled to the outside where each women had taken turns slamming the others head viciously into the unforgiving steel. Just when it had seemed like Munn had the upper hand, slamming Scarletts iconic red locks against the metal three consecutive times, the Black Widow rose and with every last bit of her strength, irish whipped the G4 Geek Goddess straight into the ringside barricade.
With each woman stunned, the ref was unsure what to do, so he did the only thing he could think of. He helped each women up, and ushered them groggily back into the ring. Munn and Johannson crawled under the bottom ropes, each heading for opposing turnbuckles, stars in both their eyes as the ref beckoned them each up.
"There must be a winner!" The voice blared again, as each woman slowly got to her feet, stumbling towards the center of the ring in unison. Munn swung first, throwing an ugly elbow that Johansson managed to duck more out of luck as she collapsed to one knee in exhaustion. Johannsson saw her oppurtunity and landed a stiff punch to Munn's toned tummy, dropping the exhausted G4 girl to both knees as Scarlett lifted herself back up. "Fin" Is all Scarlett said as she wrapped Olivia's head in a DDT, planting her face first into the mat with a stiff THUD.
"1, 2, 3" The ref counted, Johannson's pin just an arm draped over her opponent as the ref helps her get back to her feet, the crowd standing in applause at the absolute war they got to witness, and the only fighter left standing".
- Submission by Mr. Drake
Melissa Debling (54%) defeats Cali Logan (46%)
Cali Logan vs. Melissa Debling
"A blubbering Logan whimpered and squirmed as she clumsily crawled on all fours toward the near ropes, streaks of mascara smearing down her flushed cheeks as she finally extended a quivering hand and wrapped her fingers around the rubber-encased hose hoping to pull herself upright. Cali's plump pussy lips peeked out from between her slender thigh gap as her hips sensually wiggled and swayed with each shuffle across the ring. A bright red hand print slowly faded on the brunette's bubbly ass cheek, her golden bronzed skin seemingly flushing with embarrassment as the triumphant Brit stood over her, straddling her turned back intent on not relinquishing control.
"Up you go!" Melissa hissed, twirling Cali's bra around one of her fingers before slingshotting it against Cali's lower back, leaving the brunette bared for all to see. The heaving blonde then craned at the waist and twirled two clumps of Logan's silky auburn locks around her fingers, yanking the mewling fetish star back to her feet. Cali drunkenly swayed on her heels, gritting her pearly whites and pinching her bulbs shut in agony as Melissa dragged her around the ring by the scalp.
Suddenly the blonde slugged Logan in the gut, breathlessly arching over at the waist and dribbling a stream of drool across her shuffling feet, wheezing and gurgling as Debling tucked the brunette's skull underneath her armpit and postured Logan up straight. With a grisly snarl, the devilish Brit slid her palm between Cali's pinching thighs, roughly tugging on Logan's manicured bush without a hint of delicacy. A hoarse shriek echoed from the center of the ring as Cali extended to her tippy toes, squealing in agony before her cries were silenced in a flash of athleticism. With stunning precision, Melissa hoisted and slung Cali's frame in a full revolution, whipping the brunette spine-first into the canvas with a breathtaking Snap Suplex.
A breathless huff erupted from Logan's pursed lips as her limbs slid spread eagle, her feet gently, reflexively pedaling for freedom in semi-consciousness as Melissa arched into an impressive bridge pin. The brunette's caramel nipples stiffened as her tits stood erect, convulsing as she sputtered and drifted into dreamland. Cali's bright hazel bulbs rolled into the back of her skull as her eyelashed daintily fluttered, twitching and gurgling as Melissa held her artful pin for a senseless 3-count".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Cali Logan vs. Melissa Debling
Melissa's debut match did not go as planned. She was stripped nude and received several broken ribs for her efforts. To say she was trepidatious about her return to the ring would be an understatement. The blonde started the bout off slow, which proved to be detrimental. Cali Logan, the feisty fetish model, put her erotic skills on display -- stripping, spanking and fingering the busty blonde. Melissa fought back, not wanting to suffer another loss, stripping Cali down and scratching and clawing at her breasts. But, Cali seemed to be better equipped for erotic fighting.
Cali had Melissa in deep trouble. Debling writhed in humiliation and screamed out in protest. But, of course, no one could hear Melissa's screams, only the muffled sounds of whimpers emitted from under Cali's rear end.
Cali had her ass placed smack-dab on Debling's face, and the brunette was loving every second. "You know what I just love?" Logan asks her whimpering prey, "I LOVE to make my opponent's feel helpless. Here, lemme give you a demonstration," Cali peels her ass off of Melissa and skips over to a large duffle bag the brunette placed near the corner of the ring.
Melissa sucks in deep breaths and slowly rolls onto her stomach, reaching up at the ropes. Cali exclaims in excitement and extracts a ball gag and some nautical rope. The petite brunette turns around and her sparkling eager eyes instantaneously buldge from her skull and fill with pools of tears. The THWACK of Melissa's foot drilling Logan's crotch sounds through the packed arena. Melissa doesn't even wait for Logan's knees to buckle. She immediately tackles her to the ground, mounting her slender waist, and drops her massive twin orbs ontop of her opponent's shocked features.
Melissa belts out a primal roar and circles her arms around Logan's head, pulling her face in tight. Cali erratically flails her limbs, her shrieks are lost in the fleshy cavern in between Melissa's tits. The brunette's tan legs slowly cease their kicking, slowing down to an occasional, seldom twitch.
Melissa peels her massive breasts from her foe, allowing Logan's mouth to emit a suction cup-like POP. The referee counts Cali out, awarding Melissa the victory. The busty blonde began walking toward the ropes when her foot hit something on the ground. Melissa's lips curled in a grin. "You know," Melissa sneers, "I believe it's about time for me to make my future expectations very clear." Debling walks over to Cali's bag and removes several items. She walks back over to Cali, rolling the brunette face-down.
"I'm" Melissa shoves the ball gag in Cali's slack mouth, "not a jobber," Melissa tries Cali's hands behind her back with thick rope. "And I," Melissa places a strapon around her waist, "am coming" Melissa grabs Cali by her haunches, raising her ass up. "for" Melissa positions the tip of the dildo against Cali's lips and grabs her by the back of her hair, "all the gold!" Melissa punctuates her statement by drilling the large dildo inside Logan's pussy, fucking her doggystyle in the center of the ring".
- Submission by jdo90
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