PPV 28
Megan Fox (52%) defeats Jordana Brewster (48%)
Megan Fox vs. Jordana Brewster (Title Match)
"The Fast & Furious star had been on a meteoric rise through the Strawweight rankings, earning a shocking chance at the title belt just three fights into her budding career. The veteran Foxy, however, was tested, sharpened by the iron of some of the Flyweight division's heaviest hitters and most notable stars. At the first true sign of resistance in the form of a younger, more agile, Megan Fox, the elder Brewster was starting to crumble.
The taller, gangly brunette slumped in the corner as the entire arena seemed to rise to their feet in unison, holding their breath as the air became paralyzingly weighted with the prospect of finally crowning the first CWF Strawweight Champion. Jordana batted her long, painted lashes as she clutched her bare chest with one palm and her naked mound with the other, her diminutive bosom swelling with increasingly rapid panting as Megan now towered over her. Her plump cheeks were split by the steel turnbuckle post as she exhaustedly crumbled to a seat, her lean gams sliding into the splits as she hit the canvas with a weighted thud.
Fox retreated a handful of steps, drunkenly staggering in her own right, but with a determined grin plastered across her sweat-soaked features, her satiny mane draped over her shoulder in a messy pony. Jordana planted a palm against the mat to straighten her wilting frame, her slender abdomen flexing as she crunched over at the waist, attempting to rise off the mat but unable to command her disobedient limbs. With an ear-splitting shriek, Megan suddenly began to bound across the ring, crow-hopping before leaping into the air and recklessly colliding with the seated Brewster. At the last possible moment, Megan split her legs and *THWACK*
There was a fleshy clap as Megan carelessly slung her frame into Jordana's, animatedly bouncing atop the slumped brunette with a breathtaking Bronco Buster. Jordana's frame buckled and convulsed with each trampoline, mewling as Megan sensually ground her hips against her pursed lips, getting a sloppy faceful of Megan's bare slit. In a message-sending act of overkill, Megan athletically wrapped one of her legs around the ringpost and tightened a crippling, yet inventive iteration of a Triangle Choke. Jordana's bulbs vacantly fluttered into the back of her skull as Foxy crunched her toned abdomen, bearing her weight down on the fading brunette. Brewster's nose wiggled and scrunched before parting Megan's plump pussy lips, a shutter running up the future Champion's spine as the challenger drowned in folds of flesh. The light patter of Jordana's palms against Megan's bronzed thighs slowly faded before they fell weightedly to the mat, a final 3-count ringing out as Megan maintained her victorious perch, a single arm raised in unison with the referee's count.
"And your NEW Celebrity Wrestling Federation Strawweight Champion, Megan Fox!!!!"
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Megan Fox vs. Jordana Brewster (Title Match)
"An electric current of excitement buzzed through the air, causing the fans in attendance to rise from their seats. Their rowdy cheers filled the sold-out arena, drowning out the grunts of exertion from within the squared circle below. The fight to crown the inaugural CWF Straweight Champion was underway, and it was already living up to the hype!
Megan's attitude, despite her opponent's flawless record, was arrogant as ever. Her bronzed frame was scarcely clothed with her signature attire -- a black lace bra, a matching, barely-there thong, and black leather, knee-high boots. Megan's playful demeanor and sultry outfit was the polar opposite of her opponent. Once Jordana Brewster entered the ring, she immediately kicked off her high-heeled slip-ons, opting for stability as opposed to sex appeal. Brewster, ever the fashionista, is garbed in a solid white, sleeveless romper. Although the top didn't show any cleavage, the diamond cutout on the back showed off her toned back and the high-cut shorts accentuated her long, lean legs.
Megan, despite getting in some impressive offense, would end up repeatedly squandering away every opportunity to finish her foe off. Once Fox had Jordana hurt, she would try to strip off Brewster's attire; however, no matter how hard she pulled, the one-piece garment stayed on tight. Jordana's choice of attire was an absentminded afterthought. Jordana knew Fox's reputation, both from hearsay and from watching her matches, and knew she got some kind of sick, perverted pleasure from stripping her foe's naked. So, Brewster chose to wear something that would be very difficult to remove.
Megan, on her fifth attempt at shredding off the top portion of Jordana's one-piece, was met with a fist to the face. Fox stumbled back a few steps, holding a hand up to her chin. Jordana scrambles to her feet and piles on the pressure, pushing Megan backwards with a volley of blows. A particularly nasty right cross sends the sultry vixen spine-first into the corner. Fox wheezes, her arms slumping to her sides, her eyes vacant. Taking a step back, Jordana surveys her winded rival, a smile creeping on her lips. "Well, well, well," Brewster snickers, "it looks like someone can't keep up. But that's no surprise. No one can keep up with me in this federation." Brewster leans in and, taking a page out of Fox's playbook, seductively whispers, "I know you were hoping to sit that diseased pussy of yours on my face, like you have with so many others, but it's just not meant to be. But, I do hope you have fun sucking my toes. You're so twisted, you'll probably enjoy it." Jordana uncharacteristically nibbles on Megan's earlobe before backing up. With an aggressive roar, Brewster sprints forward, lowers her shoulder and aims for Megan's abdomen.
The crowd let's out a collective, sympathetic groan as Brewster plows straight into the metal turnbuckle post. Megan, at the last possible second, had moved out of the way. Jordana howls in pain, her body, bent at the waist, remains between the middle and top buckle. It's Megan's turn to snicker as she strolls over, giving Brewster's elevated ass a playful slap. "Oh, my... Jordan, hunny, that looks like it hurts." Jordana winces and tries to move, but cries out, "My shoulder! I.. I think it's dislocated."
Megan, feigning concern, places her palm on her cheek, "Oh, no! That's terrible. Here, sweetie, let me try to help you." Megan sneers, running her hand up Jordana's inner thigh, pushing into the leg opening and running her fingers across the thin patch of cotton. As Megan's right hand works on Brewster's womanhood, her left hand goes to work unzipping the back of Jordana's romper. A cold shiver runs down Brewster's spine as Megan's nimble fingers rub her kitten. Fox ramps up the manipulation, working in concentrated circles, and whispers in a sultry tone, "I know you were planning on leaving with some dignity tonight, but it's just not meant to be," Fox mockingly gloats as she slides the shoulder straps down and pulls the top down her foe's torso. Before Megan continues her manipulation, she pulls the romper down Brewster's legs, leaving her foe in a dainty pair of white cotton bra and panties.
"Now that's taken care of," Megan grins, slinging the discarded garment over the ropes, "back to the matter at hand." Just as Megan begins sliding her hand under Brewster's undies, the trapped diva comes to life! Jordana, fighting through the pain, slams her elbow back into Megan's skull. The dark-haired seductress stumbles away, turning her back on the taller brunette and clutching her temple. Jordana, painfully trudging forward, squats down, places her head between Megan's legs and wraps her arms around Megan's thighs. Jordana lifts Megan up onto her shoulders for her finisher, and electric chair drop she dubs the Brewster Seat. Camera strobes illuminate Jordana as she proudly displays Fox's squirming frame on her shoulders.
Brewster tries finishing the maneuver and, in an attempt to face-plant her foe, raises up on her calves. The dark-haired beauty groans, her teeth gritting, her muscles straining as the pain in her shoulder intensifies. Jordana begins to slump to a knee, then, in a flash, Megan swivels on Brewster's shoulders, shoving her thong-clad crotch against her foe's face. Megan wraps her legs around her opponent's neck and flips backwards, driving the back of Brewster's skull with a devastating hurricanrana!
Jordana's lean gams fly up on impact and are immediately hooked by Megan, whom leans forward, pressing her crotch against Jordana's mouth and nose, pinning the leggy brunette for the three count. Megan, still hooking Jordana's left leg, reaches back with her right hand and rips off her white panties. Fox grins down, her leering gaze glued on Brewster's buldging, horrified eyes, and thrusts her pelvis and her fingers at the same time. Jordana's muffled squeals vibrate against Megan's hungry snatch, driving the lecherous victress wild.
Fox continues manipulating her foe's smooth-shaven cooch, bringing her right to the brink of climax before stopping. Megan removes her dripping fingers, placing them in her mouth and sucking the juices off, "Loser's don't make it across the finish line, that spot is reserved for winners." Megan cruelly sneers and grinds her hips faster and faster until, finally, she gasps. Her sticky nectar soaks through her panties and oozes onto Brewster's fushed face.
As Fox climbs to her feet, the referee presents her with the championship belt. Megan secures the belt around her waist and poses over her defeated foe. Before she leaves Megan leans down and chuckles at her rival, "You know how you always steal your opponent's bras after a match. Well, seeing as you have so many, you won't be missing this one." Megan rips Jordana's bra off, robbing her of her last shred of clothing. "Oh, and one more thing," Megan smirks and, with the gold belt wrapped securely around her waist, slides her thong down her legs. She picks up the soaked undergarment and shoves it inside Brewster's mouth! "A little something to remember me by," Megan sneers, kicking Jordana in the face, leaving her unconscious, spread-eagled nude carcass in the center of the canvas".
- Submission by jdo90
Stana Katic (53%) defeats Molly Quinn (47%)
Stana Katic vs. Molly Quinn
"Having played second fiddle to Katic for years on the set of Castle, living in the brunette's shadow constantly, it was finally Molly Quinn's chance for humiliation and revenge. Revenge is best served cold, but Molly couldn't subdue her youthful enthusiasm, surging early, fueled by white hot rage as she tossed the older Katic around the ring until she was a scattered, vulnerable, dishevelled mess. Quinn had ammassed plenty of damage as well, however, perhaps even more than her slowing opponent. The age difference was on the redhead's side, but experience and guile favored the brunette.
Stana sheilded her naked bosom as Molly extended beyond her reach in an attempt to finish the wounded, retreating brunette. Backing her slender spine against the ropes, Molly ripped and tugged at Stana's wrists, attempting to unravel her armbra and give the raucous crowd a peek at her perky tits, her golden-brown nipples stiffening, peeking through cracks in her cupping digits. Katic twisted and hoarsely squealed in protest, but she had grander plans than simply humiliation. With a furious yelp, the brunette slung her knee between Molly's split thighs, a fleshy *THUMP* preceding a pittiful wail from the frozen redhead. Molly's knees buckled and her fruitless attack fell to pieces, trembling as she awkwardly retreated a step and a half.
Katic straightened her statuesque frame and proudly puffed out her bare chest, beads of sweat trickling through her glistening cleavage, towering over the hunched Quinn and wagging her finger to the crowd as if no say; "No, no, no, this ain't no changing of the guard".
With two clumps of hair balled around her clenched fists, Katic thrust Molly's skull between her slender thighs, tucking her over at the waist. A resigned mewl trickled from between Katic's thighs as Stana clasped the waistband of Molly's bottoms and flossed the biting material between her bubbly, pale ass cheeks. Snaking her devilish digits around Molly's panting midsection, Stana athletically hoisted and twirled the redhead upside down before delivering a spine-tingling Tombstone Piledriver. A throaty gurgle seeped from Molly's lips as her skull was detonated against the mat, her body lifelessly spasming as she slumped face-down, arms and legs extended. Katic rolled the convulsing redhead to her backside with a heavy shove to her shoulder, unclasping Quinn's bra and allowing her B-cups to slosh free. The victorious brunette lightly pattered Molly's cheeks as her bulbs fluttered into the back of her skull, vacantly staring up at the rafters as Stana sensually arched over the sputtering redhead and scored a convincing 3-count leg-hook pin".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Stana Katic vs. Molly Quinn
"Molly Quinn tried her best suppress her nervous jitters. After all, Molly knew if she were to show any fear, her opponent would easily pick up on it. Not because she was showcasing any flagrant signs of worry. She didn't stutter her words, she didn't twitch, she stood tall and walked with a purpose. But if Quinn was the least bit trepidatious, her opponent, Stana Katic, would pick up on it. Stana Katic knew Molly well. They both co-starred on the hit show, Castle. They knew each other's strengths, tendencies, and weaknesses.
Stana and Molly stood across the ring, sizing each other up. The two beauties stared deep into each other's eyes. Neither woman showed even a hint of fear.... that is until the bell sounded. Once the time keeper rang the bell, Molly, for a split second, broke eye contact. Katic's lips curled in a smirk as she confidently strode forward. Katic knew that deep down, Molly was vehemently frightened, as she should be.
The match was a one-sided slaughter. Stana meticulously broke down Molly, both physically and mentally, until the young woman was nothing more than a sobbing, writhing puddle on the mat. The shredded remnants of Molly's one-piece bikini were scattered across the ring, accompanied by strands of stray, fiery red hair. Quinn, no longer attempting to cover her nude body, hoisted herself to her hands and knees. Her arms trembled as she tried to support her own weight. In an effort to block out the savage audiences cheering and her opponent's cackling taunts, Molly kept her head low, allowing her red hair to cover her sobbing, flushed face. She focused her eyes to the mat, matching her tears splatter to the canvas.
To Molly's dismay, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't block anything out. The audience was too loud, Stana's glee was too palpable and the bright overhead spotlights were too hot! Molly wasn't use to the overhead lighting rig. The heat from the lamps were practically burning her alabaster skin and causing her to sweat. Molly just wanted for the match to end and, almost graciously, Katic granted her that desire. Stana climbed to the top rope and leapt off. While in mid-air, Stana extended her long legs out as she dropped down toward her prey. Katic landed on the back of Molly's neck with a jarring leg drop, driving the redhead face-first into the canvas!
Stana rolled the twitching young lady over, hooked one of her pale legs and leaned back. The audience whistled in approval at the sight of Molly's smooth snatch glistening under the arena lights. Stana received a three count, finally ending the one-sided affair".
- Submission by jdo90
Taylor Swift (51%) defeats Kate Mara (49%)
Kate Mara vs. Taylor Swift
"The queen of the pop music world had become somewhat of a laughing stock early in her fighting career, dangerously tiptoeing the shameful line leading to relegation or retirement. Swift wasn't used to failure, but this world seemed to be too rough for the platinum blonde. That was until she finally stumbled into a win against her longtime friend and newfound rival, Karlie Kloss. A whiff of success seemed to be all Tay needed to find her proverbial footing, as her confidence was sky-high and bubbling over. Body language alone was all you needed to tell who tonight's winner would be. The vulnerable redhead was tumbling into the depths of the Strawweight ranks, and despite a valiant showing, the lanky blonde was too much.
Mara woundedly dipped to a knee in the center of the ring, planting a palm against the canvas to remain upright as crimson drool sloshed over her bottom lip, a mouthful of blood staining the snow-white mat at her feet. Her freed, fleshy B-cups teardropped toward the canvas as Swift twirled her bra around an extended finger, viciously taunting the downed redhead. The blonde added Kate's bra to a neat little pile in the corner, tossing the balled bra atop Kate's sweat-soaked thong which didn't make it more than a handful of minutes into the match. The redhead's milky, pale skin glistened under the overhead spotlight, twisted into a modest ball of limbs as she pittifully mewled, attempting to shield her dangling girls and kitty.
A determined Swift approached the downed actress and hunched over at the waist until she was face-to-face, spreading her slender stems into a gangly split. Kate whimpered as Swift devilishly snaked one of her palms over Mara's naked slit, twisting her digits around a clump of the redhead's manicured pubic mound. With the other balling a headful of hair, Taylor yanked the paralyzed Mara upright to her noodly gams before slinging her across the ring into the springy ropes.
Kate's turned, flushed cheek was debilitatingly speared by Swift's raised heel as she rebounded off the ropes, her diminutive frame stiffening as a fleshy *CRUNCH* erupted, followed by a serenading chorus of "OOOOOOOOHH's" from the bloodthirsty crowd. Kate's vacant bulbs immediately fluttered shut as she comically sloshed on her heels, swaying before her crippled, convulsing frame teetered over and hit the canvas with a weighted thud. Arms and legs lifelessly scattered to all four corners of the ring as she skid to a stop spread eagle, her fleshy bosom jiggling with the trampolining of the canvas below. Swift callously approached the lifeless corpse and planted a heel on her rosy cheek, hoisting her arms above her head and flexing during the needless 3-count".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Amber Heard (54%) defeats Jessica Alba (46%)
Amber Heard vs. Jessica Alba
"Amber Heard, to say the least, was in a foul mood. Her highly-publicized divorce with her ex-husband was reaching new, very expensive, heights. Amber paced the ring, allowing the familiar spring of the ring canvas beneath her feet to bring her back to the matter at hand: beating Jessica Alba. Heard stretched her body, limbering up her muscles, craning her lithe, body. Her attire for this fight was simple: a black and white, polka dot, two-piece bikini. Amber's life was so over-the-top, topsy-turvy right now, she felt that if she were to underdress and wear something simple, it would somehow counter her stress levels. Amber's desire to keep a level head went out the window once Jessica Alba made her appearance.
The curtains to the entryway opened up to reveal two large muscular men wearing Jack Sparrow costumes. The two men were hoisting a canoe and standing inside the canoe was Jessica Alba. The tan brunette beamed as she was carried toward the ring. The crowd roared with laughter and flashbulbs lit the arena, documenting Alba's entrance, as well as her sultry attire. Jessica was wearing a sexy Pirate Halloween costume. A Pirate's hat sat on her head, a red and black halter top, with a built-in corset, adorned her torso and hip-hugging black-sequined boy shorts showed a flirtatious amount of cheek.
The two muscular men dropped the canoe and scooped Alba up, lifting her slender frame onto the ring apron. Jessica winks down at the hulking men, "Thank you for your services, gentlemen."
One of the big brutes speaks up in a scruff, booming voice, "Not a problem, just remember our deal."
"Don't worry. I'll be sure to keep her mouth and pussy in working order." Alba winks, paying no heed to her opponent. The two men at ringside try to warn Jessica but it's too late. Amber, with two handfuls of brunette hair, jerks Jessica up and over the ropes, and slams Alba ass-first into the ring. Amber, it would seem, doesn't appreciate her opponent's comedic entrance, nor her choice of attire. The crazed blonde immediately begins stomping Jessica into the mat. Alba cries out and tries to cover up as Amber's barefoot repeatedly drives into her sternum.
Heard doesn't let up and, in an instant, pounces on her foe, driving sharp elbows into Jessica's breasts, driving them into her chest. At this point, Alba is already in tears from the overwhelming pain. The brunette beauty tries to swipe at her attacker's face, but receives a knee to her crotch for her efforts. Jessica howls in agony, closes her legs and tries to quirk free. Amber, however, has other plans for her foe. With a fierce roar, Heard begins clawing away at Jessica's top, swiping her fingernails into fabric and flesh. While Amber pours on the pressure, and reduces Alba's top to confetti, the ref, in an attempt to get this match officially underway, calls for the timekeeper to ring the opening bell.
By the time the bell sounds, Jesicca's top is as useless as her attempts to break free. Amber seems to take all of her built up anger out on Alba, slamming her and tossing her body across the ring. The irate blonde continued demolishing her opponent until Jessica could barely even stand. Amber watched with a sadistic glare as Alba pulled herself up by the ropes and drunkenly staggered across the canvas.
The brunette's bronzed skin was speckled with shades of red from the barrage of slaps and slams. Her feet haphazardly shuffled across the mat. Her body, with the exception of her knee-high leather boots and black thong, was completely bare. Jessica, even in her disoriented state, realized she was topless and placed her arm over her breasts. Pressing her forearm against the supple flesh, Jessica tried to meander toward the two men at ringside and escape. However, her attempt to flee was as fruitless as her attempt to shield her breasts. Amber easily cut in front of her foe and kicked her in the belly, doubling Jessica over.
Amber hooks both of Alba's arms and sneers, "You think you're so clever and so pretty and so perfect. How about I take care of your perfect little face?!" Keeping both arms hooked, Amber leaps up and plants Jessica face-first into the canvas with a double-arm DDT! The impact immediately knocks Jessica out. Amber, still not finished, strips off Alba's thong and tosses it to the two giant men at ringside. "Hey, boys," Amber calls down to them, "she did promise you a functioning mouth and pussy. If I were you, I'd take her up on that offer. She's all yours!"
Amber walks out of the ring as the two men climb over the top ropes. The bikini-clad blonde pulls up a chair and watches in devilish delight as the men strip off their clothes and circle around Jessica. The bronzed, nude movie star feebly pushes herself up on her hands and knees, unaware of her current predicament. She is forced into a nightmarish reality as one of the men kneels behind her, grabs her by the haunches and plows into her pussy with one forceful thrust. Alba's eyes and mouth open wide in shock just as the second man fills her mouth with his throbbing rod.
The two men have their way with Jessica, ensuring she kept her end of the bargain. The men dressed as pirates live up to their choice of attire and ravage the squirming Hollywood star, plundering Alba of her womanly bounty. Just before the men finish, they pull out, shove Jessica onto her back and shoot their loads onto her mortified, sobbing face".
- Submission by jdo90
Alison Brie (50%) defeats Rachel McAdams (50%) via RNG
Rachel McAdams vs. Alison Brie
"In what had been a breathtaking back-and-forth affair, these two resilient fighters hadn't been separated by more than the width of a strand of hair from the opening bell. Brie was on the cusp of thrusting herself into the title conversation, and win against even a middling Flyweight would go a long way in boosting her budding resume. Countless near-misses and botched finishers had led us to whatever awkward tangling of limbs was now before us. With Brie scooped up in Rachel's arms, breathlessly ragdolled in a crippling bearhug, Alison had leveled the playing field by stuffing McAdams' flushed features into her pillowy bosom. Rachel bucked and backpedaled as the scales tipped in Brie's favor, heavy-heeled as her knees buckled and she collapsed to her haunches. The brunette mercilessly cupped the back of her neck as she wrung her skull deeper, swaddling her cranium until McAdams fell limp, rendered a lifeless pool of limbs".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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