PPV 29
Brooklyn Decker (56%) defeats Amber Heard (44%)
Brooklyn Decker vs. Amber Heard (Title Match)
"The arena was vibrating as tens of thousands rose as one, full-throat as they serenaded their favorite of the two buxom blondes trading crippling blows in the center of the ring without so much as flinching. It's likely any of their fellow Flyweights would have fallen by now, but these two platinum powerhouses remained upright, standing tall despite having taken a world-class beating. It was the towering supermodel that stood just a hair taller, however, as fatigue began to show in her counterpart; an odds-defying Heard finally beginning to wilt under the constant assault she was facing.
Both flaxen beauties stood completely topless, their displaced bras littering the canvas as Amber drunkenly drifted away from their most recent exchange and careened windedly into the ropes. Brooklyn palmed her teardropping double-D's, jiggling her goods for the deafeningly vocal crowd as Amber backpedalled away from what should have surely been her end; a breathtaking tit-smother that she'd miraculously slithered away from. A stream of the actress' drool messily dribbled between Decker's ample cleavage, trailing through the sheen of sweat over her abdomen. A dishevelled Heard huffed and puffed for oxygen as Decker quickly stalked her down, scooping up one of Amber's shuffling stems and pinning her chest-to-chest to the ropes before she could circle away.
Heard helplessly wailed as her spine arched over the top rope, her pert B-cups disappearing beneath Decker's mushrooming pair. Messy strands of hair caked with sweat and mascara strewn across her ailing features, Amber exhaustedly complied as the SI model snaked her bicep over and around the actress' neck and tucked her skull beneath her armpit. Brooklyn then pulled Amber's wrangled thigh to her navel and retreated a half step, forcing the contorted actress to hop awkwardly on her one free leg. Without so much as a warning, Decker artfully hoisted Amber off her tippy toes and slung the folded blonde over her head with a paralyzing Fisherman Suplex. With a stunning explosion the blonde was detonated spine-first into the springy canvas, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as her cranium whipped into the mat in rapid succession. Her arms fell completely slack as Decker athletically held her bridge pin, sensually thrusting her pelvis with each count from the official until it was over.
"And your NEW Celebrity Wrestling Federation Flyweight Champion, Brooklyn Decker!!!!"
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Brooklyn Decker vs. Amber Heard (Title Match)
"In the weeks leading to the pay-per-view, the CWF promoters were tauting the Decker vs Heard match to be a potential contestant for Fight of the Year. These were bold claims for a fight that hasn't happened yet. But the hype certainly helped drive ticket sales. Now, at the final moments of the fight, both women are drenched in sweat, their naked bodies glistening in the spot lights and their tattered clothes littering ringside. The Main Event was, in fact, proving to live up to the hype.
After a heated exchange of blows from both ladies, Brooklyn lands a right jab right between Amber's eyes, stunning the blonde Texan. Decker snatches a handful of Amber's silky, golden hair and whips her into the corner. Heard twists her slender frame around at the very last second. Even in her dazed state, Amber had enough sense to realize that colliding sternum-first with the thinly-padded turnbuckle would be more painful than if she were to hit back-first. Of course, hitting the turnbuckle took a lot out of a fighter regardless how they collide, and hitting it this late in the game proved to be Heard's downfall. Amber's mouth opens and releases an agonized cry. The Texas native juts her chest out and arches her back as she hits spine-first. Brooklyn snarls, sprints forward, leaps in the air and splashes her body into Heard's.
Brooklyn's breasts smash against Amber's gaping face on impact and, with her body sandwiching Amber in the corner, Brooklyn wraps her arms around Heard's skull and pulls her foe's face deep inside the confines of her heaving, naked breasts, smothering the Texan. Amber's legs start to buckle and it's obvious she's beginning to fade. Brooklyn, maintaining the breast smother, raises her knees, places the soles of her feet on Amber's abdomen, and falls backwards. Just before Brooklyn's back hits the mat, she pushes her feet out and monkey flips Heard to the mat, hitting Amber with her signature move: The Double Decker.
The audience is on their feet, cheering the voluptuous blonde as she dismantles her shorter opponent. When Amber's back hits the canvas, she looks like a fish out of water. Heard's slim, nude body flops and writhes on the mat, her skin glistening in a sheen of salty sweat. Brooklyn, deciding to put the Texan out of her misery, scoops her arms under Amber's and lifts her up by her armpits. Amber's ankles wobble and her knees quiver from standing on her feet. Even when Brooklyn ducks her head under Amber's arm and circles her arms around Amber's waist, the battle-worn blonde's dazed, hazy eyes were vacant. Brooklyn lifts Amber up and slams her down with a brutal belly-to-back suplex.
Heard crashes on the back of her neck and shoulders, her body folding up on impact. With her toes almost touching her own head and her legs spread wide, Amber is in a very compromising and unladylike position. This would obviously mortify her if she were conscious, but, of course, she was in a blissful slumber. Decker maintains her grip and bridges her body, pinning Amber's shoulders to the mat, flawlessly performing her finisher: the Brooklyn Bridge! The referee performs an emphatic 3-count and awards Brooklyn with the Flyweight title".
- Submission by jdo90
Keira Knightley (55%) defeats Sara Jean Underwood (45%)
Sara Jean Underwood vs. Keira Knightley
"These two contrasting beauties certainly weren't going to take anyone's breath away with their overwhelming wrestling talent, but no one could dare accuse them of not being able to put on a proper show. One of the most anticipated lead-ups to the Main Event Title Match had been riddled with missed opportunities and failed holds between these two new stablemates, but in a shocking turn of events it was the wiry Brit who began to seize unquestioned control. And make no mistake, she was going to let her humiliated teammate hear about it before things were over. A debilitated Underwood clumsily pressed to all fours, her bubbly ass perked skyward as she swaddled her naked form with a visible fluster. Despite her unassuming record, an undaunted and rather brazen Knightley circled her downed foe in a premptive celebration, twirling the bunched material of Sara's sheer, sweat-dampened white thong around her index finger before slingshotting it across the ring.
Eliciting a shrill yelp from the blonde's lips, Keira sunk two sets of digits into Sara's loose, shoulder-length mane, ripping her upright and slinging her into the corner turnbuckle spine-first. Underwood throatily mewled as her shoulder blades were split by the unforgiving, lightly padded steel, clutching the top rope on either side of the post to remain staggered, but miraculously upright. Knightley then sensually dipped underneath the ropes at Sara's side, her pendulous stems and plump derriere enveloping the tiny string thong draped over her hips in a jaw-dropping tribute to Stacy Keibler's legendary ring entrances and exits. Athletically hopping atop the turnbuckle and towering above a wilting Underwood, Keira wiggled out of her bottoms and tossed the bunched spandex into the crowd before straddling the corner post above Sara.
Sara was bewildered as Keira straightened her back up from behind, seemingly ready to piggyback the sagging blonde before she craned her head back, resting it atop the turnbuckle as if it were a pillow. Then, a hoarse, mortified squeal as Sara's rosy features were suddenly eclipsed by the Brit's backside, arms and legs wildly flailing as Keira took a seat atop Sara's face. The blonde futily wailed and squirmed, but accomplished nothing more than shimmying herself deeper between Keira's suffocating ass cheeks. The Brit rode her bucking bronco for a few more demeaning moments before Underwood's frame fell mostly silent, violently convulsing as she sagged toward the canvas. Her teardropping bosom lightly jiggled as her arms draped over the top rope, hanging lifelessly from the ropes as her skull remained pinned beneath Keira's behind. Her frame awkwardly folded over itself as Keira finally lifted off her seat cushion, the blonde's stems sliding into the splits as she sulked flat on her belly, unresponsive as Keira planted a heel on her backside for the 3-count".
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Katy Perry (61%) defeats Maitland Ward (39%)
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
Victoria Justice (49%) defeats Avril Lavigne (51%) via RNG
Victoria Justice vs. Avril Lavigne
"What was initially considered to be a throw away match between two notoriously underwhelming competitors turned into an all-out war. Victoria, fresh off her first ever win against Mandy Moore, was lulled into a false sense of security by her opponent's winless record. Victoria, clad in a two-piece black bikini, leisurely strolled to the center of the ring, her eyes taking in her short opponent, clad in her synonymous punk rock schoolgirl outfit.
Victoria yawned and took a lazy swipe at Avril's hair but, to everyone's surprise, Avril ducked out of the way and landed a spinning back kick to Victoria's gut! Avril, showing the heart of a champion, applied pressure on Justice, backing her up into the ropes and delivering echoing chops to the Cali native's tanned, bikini-clad breasts. Avril's feisty offense quickly shook Victoria from her lackadaisical attitude and the raven-haired beauty charged forward, tackling Lavigne to the canvas. The two women screamed out curses as they rolled across the canvas, each lady fighting for the advantage.
In the final moments of the match, Victoria was celebrating having just stripped off her foe's skirt. With her back turned to her opponent, Justice triumphantly waved Lavigne's skirt above her head. Avril, her top having been ripped off a few minutes prior, was scantily clad in a revealing cotton pair of black bra and panties. With an angry roar, Avril leaps onto Victoria's back and cinches Justice with a rear naked choke and sinks her legs around her foe's midsection, getting her hooks in. Victoria cries and stumbles in surprise, wearing the short blonde as a backpack.
After several seconds Victoria collapses on her knees. Avril falls onto her back, bringing Justice with her and squeezing with all her might until Justice falls limp. Once she feels her opponent is out, Avril jumps to her feet in celebration of her very first win. But her celebration is short lived once she sees the referee looking in the opposite direction. He never saw Justice go out because Taylor Swift, whom had been watching in the front row, had hoped the barricade, climbed on the ring apron and started causing a scene.
Avril stomped over to Swift to confront her. The two blondes began arguing, giving a groggy Victoria a chance to recover. Justice wearily limps over to Avril, drops down and rolls the surprised blonde in a tight roll-up pin. Swift climbs down from the apron, allowing the ref to turn his attention back to the competitors in the ring. He drops down and begins the three count. Victoria grabs a handful of Avril's panties and jerks them up, using them as leverage. The ref counts to three and awards Justice with the victory.
Swift slides in the ring and raises Victoria's arm. Avril pulls her wedgied undies out of her crack and, in a fit of rage, hauls back and decks Swift in the face. However, the offense is short lived for the spunky blonde. What follows is a two-on-one beatdown with Swift and Justice stomping Avril into the canvas. Victoria, adding insult to injury, sits next to her rival, grabs Avril's thin arm and locks in an arm bar!
Justice's abs flex as she sits up a little, looking with a satisfied smirk at Lavigne, whose eyes and mouth are wide open in pain. She takes advantage of Victoria's open mouth by slipping the toes of her left barefoot in! Avril yowls in protest, her tongue involuntarily scrubbing Victoria's tan toes. Victoria cranks the armbar, causing Avril to thrash violently.
Lavigne's struggles begin to fade as the lack of air and pain overtake her and she passes out. Taylor, with a smug grin, rips Avril's panties off, balls them up and shoves them in the defeated blonde's gaping mouth. Next, Justice strips off the punk Princess' bra. Victoria and Taylor place one foot on Avril's breast, Victoria taking the left breast and Taylor the right, posing victoriously as the crowd boos in displeasure. Grabbing a microphone, Taylor and Victoria put the rest of the roster on notice, announcing, "The team of Swift Justice is here and, from this moment on, they are in charge".
- Submission by jdo90
Katrina Bowden (58%) defeats Natalie Portman (42%)
Katrina Bowden vs. Natalie Portman
"To say Katrina had a less than smooth first match would be an understatement. The bootylicious blonde had an ego, and that overinflated sense of self-worth proved to be her downfall. Katrina not only lost the match, she lost her dignity and her clothing in the process. She was humiliated, smothered out by her opponent's giant, sweaty breasts. After she finally awoke from her slumber and surveyed her sun-scorched nude body, Katrina vowed to never let that happen to her again.
With a renewed sense of urgency, Katrina concocted a devious, full-proof plan to ensure victory. Did Bowden train in a variety of Mixed Martial Arts? No. Did she begin strenuous endurance training? Not a chance. Did she reach out to another fighter that had a track record of humiliating losses and create an alliance? Most definitely.
Bowden knew that a fighter's potential for victory relies on either skill, cunning, determination or, if all else fails, outside interference. Now, as Katrina faced off against the seasoned veteran, Natalie Portman, she wasn't alone. Accompanying the leggy Bowden was the even leggier Stacy Keibler. With the help of the former WWE diva, Katrina had a major leg up on her competition, pun certainly intended.
Any time Portman traveled too close to Stacy's side of the ring, the dastardly diva would grab Portman's ankles and trip her up. In addition to illegal blows from the outside, Stacy created distractions near the ropes, allowing Bowden to escape match-losing pin falls. The distractions also allowed Katrina to blindside Natalie with baseball bat she had stowed under the ring. Bowden drove the top of the bat into Portman's belly, forcing all the breath out of the shorter woman's frame. Natalie dropped to her knees and was easy pickings for the beautiful blonde.
Stacy, seeing that Katrina had successfully struck Natalie and disposed the bat on the outskirts of the ring, dismounted from the apron. When the referee turned back to the action he saw Katrina beaming with joy. The back of Natalie's skull was resting on Katrina's toned calves as the conniving blonde knelt over her, facing Portman's splayed feet. With a wink, Kat lowered her voluptuous, tanned, bikini-clad ass onto Natalie's face. All Natalie could do was patter her hands on Bowden's bronzed thighs. The baseball bat had already robbed Natalie of oxygen and now, with her nose and mouth molded into the hot pink fabric of Katrina's bikini bottoms, the short brunette only lasted a few more seconds before she passed out.
Stacy entered the ring once the bell rang and helped Katrina celebrate her victory. The tall blondes arrogantly posed over the unconscious brunette. Stacy stood in front of Bowdrn in a pitcher stance. She wound her arm up and threw an imaginary ball at Katrina. Bowden pantomimed swinging a bat and, after the swing, both Stacy and Kat shaded their eyes and looked at the imaginary ball fly out of the stands. "It's a Homerun!" the blondes giggle in unison as the infuriated crowd boos. The leggy duo bend at the waist, their firm asses jutting out, and point down at Natalie's dozing face, laughed maniacally before sexually sauntering out of the ring".
- Submission by jdo90
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