PPV 27
Alexandra Daddario (58%) defeats Nicki Minaj (42%)
Alexandra Daddario vs. Nicki Minaj (Title Match)
"Daddario's second attempt at a title defense had been proceeding as planned until the last few moments, when a suddenly surging Minaj began to mount an improbable comeback. Alex's fleshy C-cups delicately teardropped to the canvas as she recoiled from a meaty elbow, her sky blue bulbs fluttering as she drunkenly staggered through a mist of her own sweat. Her tits sloshed free of their spandex confines, the wardrobe malfunction being the first whiff of a crack in her previously impenetrable armor. The Champ awkwardly stumbled into the ropes before careening into the corner, stalked by an invigorated Nicki who could finally smell blood. The brunette's knees suddenly gave out as she slumped against the turnbuckle, her eyes stapled wide open in shock, mouth hanging agape and leaking crimson across her milky bosom. Her fingers delicately felt her chin, making sure things were still intact before moving to her breasts, cupping her bare bosom.
The diminutive Minaj suddenly burst forward, clamping both palms around Alex's throat and eliciting a hoarse gurgle. Despite her stature, Nicki hoisted Alex to her tippy toes, the veins in her throat crackling and bulging, her face turning a bright red as Nicki stapled the small of her spine to the corner post, straightening Daddario's statuesque frame to its full height. Alex twisted and gurgled, drool sloshing from her lips and slinging across Nicki's flexing forearms. Daddario's long, painted eyelashes began to flutter as her bulbs rolled into the back of her skull, the crowd as breathless as the stunned actress as they watched intently to see if a new Champ would be crowned in the next few moments. In a seemingly inconsequential maneuver, Alex suddenly lifted her hips and slung her thighs around Nicki's hips, brilliantly alleviating a percentage of the pressure on her buckling throat. Her fingers slithered down Nicki's forearms before cradling the back of her head, then with a burst of power she pulled Nicki's gritting features into the goods.
Nicki's eyes stretched wide for a split second before her face was enveloped by Daddario's pale, hanging cleavage, disappearing between the two mammoth pillows. The two-handed choke disintegrated as Alexandra tucked Minaj into an inescapable breast smother, her stunningly curvy frame thrown over the singer's like a weighted shawl. Minaj drifted backwards a few heavy steps, her weighted heels tramping across the springy canvas before her frame crumpled to the ground, folding over her own calves as she collapsed to her haunches. Her arms lightly pattered against Alex's arching spine, a spirited look of conviction stapled to her flushed features. This was our champion, a beacon of tenacity and power. Alex held on until Nicki's twisted frame was no longer protesting, instead simply twitching in unconscious convulsions. With a business-like expression she simply slung the limp Minaj to the canvas and hooked a knee, securing a pin as if the win was never in doubt, unwaivering in her confidence.
"And STILL, your Celebrity Wrestling Federation Champion, Alexandra Daddario!!!!"
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Melissa Debling (51%) defeats Mandy Moore (49%)
Mandy Moore vs. Melissa Debling
"A shrill, throaty squeal erupted from between Debling's meaty thighs as she athletically twirled the gangly brunette in mid-air. Mandy's pendulous, slender gams folded limply over the Brit's broad shoulders, the blonde hugging Moore's slender waistline tight against her belly as she rotated her into position for a Tombstone Piledriver. Spoils of war littered the canvas as Melissa shuffled forward inch-by-inch, Mandy's sweat-soaked top and bottoms savagely having been ripped clean by an insatiable Debling, the singer's pale ass cheeks glistening in the overhead spotlights as Melissa was given a delicious faceful. With a guttural grunt Melissa's legs nearly gave out, finally showing the wounds a very-game Moore had inflicted in their breathtaking battle. Instead of detonating a deteriorating piledriver that might not pack the intended punch, the blonde instead churned forward, spearing Mandy's slender spine against the steel turnbuckle and pancaking her gangly frame against the unforgiving corner.
"HHHHUUUNNGGGGHHHHLLL" the brunette mewled, her limp frame sliding off Melissa's shoulders and draping over the corner turnbuckle upside down. A winded Debling slung Moore's lean gams over the top rope and folded her stems into a paralyzing Tree of Woe. The prudish Moore wailed as her trembling, protesting thighs were humiliatingly split to opposite sides of the post, exposing her plump kitty lips, a carefully trimmed triangle of pubic hair shaven above her mound. The brunette's flexibility and athleticism was on full display as she craned upwards in a full-body crunch, her toned abdomen straining as she attempted to undo the shackles around her calves, her back parallel with the ground below.
Circling the spasming brunette, Melissa suddenly stepped up and straddled the flailing singer's throat, cradling the back of her skull and lifting her mouth-first between her parted thighs. Mandy's arms began to pinwheel as she was thrust into a Reverse Headscissor from the Tree of Woe, gurgling and convulsing as Debling constricted her boa-like thighs. Mandy's hazel bulbs pooled with tears as she peeked out from between the Brit's bronzed trunks, her belly flexing, crunching and windedly huffing as she rapidly panted for oxygen. Melissa devilishly cupped Moore's freed tits, wrenching and mushrooming the fleshy B-cups flat to her chest, eliciting a muffled squeal as the brunette was helplessly smothered and groped.
The blonde then traced her digits over Moore's convulsing navel, her nails brushing against Mandy's sweat-soaked pubic mound before gently parting her plump lips. The singer's gangly frame stiffened, hoarsely grunting as the blonde forcefully thrust her middle digits into Moore's slit. Mandy's thighs trembled before turning to jelly, her body concaving, spasming as Melissa began to roughly knead and massage her clit. The brunette's frame began to pulse with electrical currents, her sternum swelling as she was worked into a pant, her light pink nipples stiffening as Debling expertly worked her into a lather. With a final heave, Mandy's gawky frame buckled and convulsed, her slender, split thighs trembling before her corpse went rigid, overwhelmed by a crippling orgasm. A final, futile gasp and her abdomen sulked to the canvas, hanging limply from between Debling's thighs, her arms dangling at her sides, fingers and dishevelled pony brushing against the mat below. The blonde released her headscissor and cradled the back of Mandy's neck, sickening spasms still jolting through her lifeless body as the victorious Brit unfolded her legs from atop the ropes and allowed her corpse to fall to the mat in a crumpled heap. Planting a single sole on Mandy's twitching bosom, Debling thrust her dripping fingers into her mouth, licking them clean as a 3-count rang out".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Mandy Moore vs. Melissa Debling
"Mandy Moore confidently struts to the ring with a microphone in her hand and a disgusted, irritated scowl etched across her face. A black, low-cut, cleavage-boosting lycra crop top accentuates her B cups and chows off her flat abdomen. Her signature black, spandex booty shorts -- with a red, rhinestone-studded, "M" embossed on each ass cheek, -- showcases her curvaceous hips. And her knee-high, black, leather boots cause her 5'10 frame to rise even higher. For a woman with 5 losses and 1 win, Mandy Moore certainly looked like an imposing figure. She enters the ring and addresses the crowd, "I am Mandy Moore! I am a multi-platinum singer, songwriter! I am a Golden Globe and Emmy nominated actress and I have my own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame! And, last but not least, I made history by defeating Jennifer Aniston in the first ever, Skin-to-Win Pay-Per-View!" Mandy paused, waiting for an applause break that never happened.
Shaking her head and scoffing at the crowd, Mandy continued, "So, given ALL of my achievements, can anyone please explain to me, why I am facing Marissa Bedling?" Mandy pauses and looks around at the jeering audience, holding her hands up in confusion. "Who even is she? What has she done to prove herself to the Hollywood Elite? I've been told she a model, but I've got news for you, MARISSA BEDLING," Mandy really draws out her enunciation, mockingly mispronouncing her opponent's name, "taking your clothes off and shaking your fat, fake tits in front of a camera doesn't make you a model. No, that makes you a slut, and not just any kind of slut. You're a Cam Girl Slut!!"
The audience erupted in applause as Melissa Debling ran down the entrance ramp. The Blonde Brit had heard enough and raced to the ring. Ever the crowd pleaser, Debling was scarcely clothed in a sexy schoolgirl outfit. Her massive breasts were popping out of her white, tie-up, crop top and her erect nipples were easily visible through the semi-sheer material, indicating the buxom beauty decided against a bra. As Melissa slid in the ring, her green, tartan miniskirt hiked up to reveal a barely-there white string thong. The blonde bombshell was obviously very comfortable in her skin and she decided right then, she was going to make Mandy Moore as uncomfortable in her skin as much as possible.
As the match was drawing to a close, the fans were treated to a truly humiliating spectacle. Mandy Moore's attire was scattered across the canvas. The haughty brunette was left in just her leather boots. The multi-platinum, Golden Globe and Emmy nominated, singer, songwriter, actress was croaking out deep, mournful sobs. Her hands frantically cupping her bare, bruised tits and smooth, shaven mound, but her attempts to shield her flesh from the hungry audience proved to be an aimless endeavor.
After toying with her prey, Melissa scooped Mandy in a brutal bearhug, crushing the taller woman's tits against her chest, Debling squeezed her foe until their was no more air left in Moore's diaphragm, leaving her unconscious. Debling slings Mandy's twitching figure down to the sweaty canvas and places her heel on Moore's face posing in victory. Before she leaves the ring, Melissa snatches up Mandy's discarded black thong -- the same one she wedgied up Mandy's snatch until it ripped -- and shoves the sweaty undergarment inside Moore's slumbering, open mouth. "Maybe this will keep your mouth shut. And now you'll remember my name." Debling hisses, leaving Mand spread-eagled in the ring".
- Submission by jdo90
Kate Upton (68%) defeats Kendall Jenner (32%)
Kate Upton vs. Kendall Jenner
"An auspicious start as a Bantam meant only one thing; the days were numbered before you'd find yourself paired against a legendary opponent. That day had come for poor Kendall. The raven-haired beauty might as well have volunteered to be tortured, as her lanky 5-10 frame hadn't been healthy enough to stand to its full height since the opening bell. Kate had put on a merciless display to make up for back-to-back disappointing losses, dismantling the youngster and sending a message to Alexandra Daddario in the process.
Kendall's sweat-clumped hair was caked to her temples and covering her twisted features, flinging through the air as Kate delivered repeated palms to her bare chest, a fleshy *CLAP* erupting with each open-handed slap to her trembling bosom. Kendall blubbered as she swaddled her naked chest, finally being flung to the ground with no more than a gentle shove. Jenner shielded her bare frame as she curled into a ball, lying face-down in a pool of her own sorrow, mascara running down her flushed cheeks through streaks of salty tears.
"You have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. You gotta earn it to be smothered out by this rack, and lucky for you I don't respect your trashy ass enough to give ya a faceful" Kate barked, palming her voluntarily freed double-D's, the fleshy pillows overflowing through her parting digits.
The blonde disgustedly scoffed as Kendall woundedly pressed to all fours, vacantly swaying and staring straight at the ground below as she throatily mewled. Kate furiously raised one of her boots and planted it against the base of Jenner's neck, viciously curb-stomping Kendall chin-first into the unforgiving canvas below. Kendall's gangly frame immediately fell slack, a limp pointed to each corner of the ring, her bubbly, upturned ass jiggling with the rocking of the canvas.
"You're fucking next, Alex..." Upton venomously hissed, lifting Kendall's skull off the mat by a clump of her hair, the brunette simply twitching and gurgling, her bulbs fluttering into unconsciousness".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Emily Addison (57%) defeats Maria Kanellis (43%)
Maria Kanellis vs. Emily Addison
"The brunette porn star was in the midst of a hurried climb up the Fly rankings, but first she had to somehow dispatch one of the few women on the roster who could match her wrestling experience. Granted, most of Maria's wrestling experience consisted of jobbing, but Addison could certainly relate. In a somewhat stunning display of steady-handedness, Emily controlled the redhead from bell-to-bell. Kanellis mewled as she was hoisted one last time off her trembling haunches, slung exhaustedly into the corner turnbuckle where she sulked over the bowing top rope.
The former WWE star swaddled her naked, teardropping bosom, dishevelled strands of crimson locks strewn across her ailing features. Addison sensually ground her own freed pair together, her milky white tits a terrifying proposition to be staring face-to-face with. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Kanellis, her weapons of mass destruction would be holstered for the time being. Addison gleefully skipped into a sagging Kanellis, their bodies clapping together as Emily's satiny white skin draped over Maria's.
Arching to her tippy toes, Emily straightened the former Diva and planted a sloppy, breathtaking kiss over her lips, the redhead writhing as Emily drew out the tongue-smooch until Maria's lungs were scorched. With no further warning, Addison tucked Maria's skull beneath her armpit and lashed Kanellis' forehead against the canvas below, detonating the crumpled redhead against the mat. Her lifeless corpse sloshed messily to her belly, her breasts mushrooming out from beneath her thin frame as she lulled to a stop, completely unconscious as the 3-count rang out".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Karlie Kloss (53%) defeats Stacy Keibler (47%)
Stacy Keibler vs. Karlie Kloss
"The opening fight pits two of the leggiest women in the CWF against each other. Both women, their records 0-2, are in dire need of a win. Stacy, to her credit, has lost against viable competitors in Kaley Cuoco and Maria Kanellis. Karlie, on the other hand, has been utterly decimated by back-to-back defeats at the hands of Taylor Swift and Jennifer Aniston. While both women have something to prove, critics say Kloss, if she were to lose again, is on a path straight to the bottom of the undercard.
Keibler, demonstrating her devious prowess, begins the match by attacking Karlie as the former model enters through the ropes. Stacy grabs a handful of Kloss' hair, jerking her into the ring, and, keeping a hold of her hair, repeatedly slams the model's face into the canvas. In an effort to gain some sense of order, the Time Keeper rings the bell, signaling the beginning of the fight.
Stacy, with the early advantage, uses a variety of dastardly, underhanded attacks -- including, but not limited to, hair-pulling, choking with the ring ropes and blatant low blows -- on her lanky opponent. The referee, in an exasperated fit, forcibly separates Stacy from yet another choke, allowing Karlie to gasp for air. Stacy, scoffing in annoyance, pushes past the ring official and grabs onto Karlie's neon green sports bra, ripping it off. The former Victoria's Secret Angel huffs and rises to her feet, her eyes narrowing. Kloss didn't look distressed, nor did she attempt to cover her breasts. She had been stripped in her previous matches and obviously learned from her previous bouts to not let her opponent get into her head, no matter what.
While Stacy arrogantly twirls the discarded top above her head, Kloss stalks behind her prey. Stacy turns back around and belts out a surprised yelp as Karlie grabs her wrist and tosses her into the ropes. Stacy rebounds toward Karlie's outstretched arm. But, being the veteran she is, Keibler ducks underneath the clothesline attempt, pivots on her heel, rotates around, and cracks Kloss with a Spinning Heel Kick! Karlie drops like a sack of potatoes, collapsing on her back.
The maneuver was so quick, so unexpected, no one was focused on Karlie's arms, which, at the last possible second, rose up to protect her temple from Stacy's boot. Kloss, according to everyone in attendance, was finished. Stacy's lips curl in a sly grin as she steps over Kloss' body, facing her feet, and bends at the waist, sticking her plump booty out. The dastardly blonde wiggles her hips, causing the fabric of her short, black, lycra shorts to rise up, allowing her sun-kissed, treasured ass cheeks to flirtatiously peek out. Stacy's smug face lights up as the rabid fans shower her with an affectionate chorus of wolf whistles. With a sensual slowness, Stacy scoops Karlie's hips up, grabs the waistband of her black leggings and pulls them up and off the model's mile-long legs. Kloss doesn't even flinch as Stacy drapes the leggings over the top rope. Karlie's firm, pert body is now only covered by a lacey, barely-there, neon green thong.
Stacy kneels down, grabs Kloss by the chin and, roughly shaking Karlie's slack head, sneers down at her, "Well, well, looks like little miss model can't handle the heat," Stacy rises to her feet and, once again facing Kloss' feet, places a boot on either side of Karlie's abdomen. The devious blonde jezebel bends down, once again wiggling her hips before scooping up her foe's never-ending legs, and hooks the long stems under her arms in an arrogantly lazy, albeit provocative, pin attempt. The referee slaps the canvas once, causing Stacy's arrogant grin to widen, but before his hand can make contact with the mat a second time, Kloss springs to life! The former model wraps her long legs around Stacy's torso, effectively hooking her foe, and rolls forward.
Keibler flips over and, before she can even process what happened, is greeted with a face-full of Karlie's thong-clad tush. Kloss hastily snatches her foe's erratically flailing gams and leans back. Stacy's nose splits Karlie's cheeks, plummeting inside her crack. With her legs -- her best weapons -- secured, Stacy can only pathetically slap her palms on the canvas as the referee performs an emphatic 3-count. Karlie releases Keibler's legs and raises her arms, soaking up her first victory.
Kloss beams, relishing in the moment. The sound of the crowd showering her with raucous cheers mixed with the vibrating sensation of Stacy's screaming mouth causes a sensual tingle to run down the model's spine. Karlie gets lost in the moment and, paying no heed to the thousands in attendance, closes her eyes and begins rocking her hips. Stacy's hazel eyes bug out as Karlie lifts up and, keeping Stacy pinned, spins around to face her rival. Kloss forbodingly presses the fork of her crotch against Stacy's chin before sliding forward. Grabbing two handfuls of disheveled blonde hair, Karlie guides the tip of her rival's nose onto her slit. Keibler's nostrils immediately fill with the odor of her foe's excitement. Karlie, maintaining her grip on Stacy's hair, begins pumping her hips. Kloss' low grunts confirm Keibler's worst fear: having a woman ride her face. And this wasn't any woman, this was loser extraordinaire, Karlie Kloss. The long-legged model, whom Stacy referred to as a knockoff version of herself, was scrubbing her filthy vagina all over her adorable face.
Stacy squirms and cries out. The only thing separating Stacy's face from Karlie's pussy was a dainty thong and, to Stacy's dismay, the separation was paper-thin. The frilly undergarment didn't blunt neither the smell nor the taste of the excited Victoria's Secret Angel. Karlie's breathing grows as erratic as her thrusts and, to make matters worse, her haphazard thrusts allow Stacy to gulp in oxygen, keeping her awake and fully aware of her predicament. Karlie slows her thrusts, opting to vigorously grind down on her opponent's nose and mouth instead. Kloss suddenly arches her spine, her head tilts back and she gushes, spreading her nectar all over her rival's mortified, shrieking face.
After several seconds, Karlie lifts off of her conquered victim and sasha's up the ramp. Stacy, for her part, screams and cries. She rolls onto her side, dry heaving from the taste. The deviously, conniving blonde sits in the middle of the ring, her pouting, low lip trembling, tears streaking her mascara down her cheeks. The crowd breaks out into hysterical laughter as the leggy blonde slams her palms on the mat and stomps her boots on the canvas, throwing a complete and utter temper tantrum".
- Submission by jdo90
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