PPV 38
Emilia Clarke (51%) defeats Daisy Ridley (49%)
Emilia Clarke vs. Daisy Ridley
"Emilia gave a nasty shit eating grin as she applied more pressure on Daisy's head against the ropes in an illegal rope choke. Daisy for her part, sputtered and desperately attempted to pull at the ropes to help relieve the pressure but it was to no avail. Indeed after a few seconds, Emilia gave a mocking yawn of boredom at Daisy's efforts, as the ref soon attempted to intervene. "Emilia," said the ref, "No choking against the ropes! 1...2...3....4..."
At which Emilia, in her gold wrestling attire, finally let go of her opponent, leaving Daisy, in her blue wrestling attire, coughing and sputtering on the floor, feigning innocence as the crowd, continued to boo her. Grabbing Daisy by the hair, Emilia lifted her larger opponent to her feet and dragged her to the turnbuckle before slamming Daisy's head against it, causing Daisy to slump, face first, against the top turnbuckle. Emilia for her part, simply back up slightly and drank in the "adoration" of the crowd, seeming to enjoy the boos and jeers that she was receiving from the crowd that had once been on her side. Giving a contemptuous humph, Emilia simply retorted to the crowd.
"Uhhh.... when will the crowd learn? Only jobbers and losers play fair! And I'm not a jobber!" At which Emilia walked up to Daisy and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to face her saying. "Dont you agree Daisy?"
Daisy could only mewl in response and attempt to break free of Emilia's hold of her hair, but Emilia simply responded by applying the same crotch claw that had made Daisy her pet the later half of the match. Daisy gave a cry of pain, as her knees wobbled in response, yet Emilia kept her on her feet. Daisy, attempted to push Emilia's hands off her womanhood but it was to no avail.
Finally after a minute or two of this torture, Daisy finally gave up trying to pry Emilia's hands and instead opted to elbow her in the face. It was a act of defiance, an act to hallmark how she nearly beaten Emilia so many times tonight and how much she despised the woman. Unfortunately for her however, Emilia had expected this move and blocked it, though to Daisy relief, she had let go of her womanhood in the process. This relief was short-lived as Emilia responded to Daisy's defiance by slamming her head against the turnbuckle, once, twice, then three times, causing Daisy to crumple to the floor on her knees. Grabbing Daisy by the hair again, Emilia lifted her up to her feet, and molded Daisy's face
to look her in the eye saying.
"Nice try loser, but I think its time for you to take your rightful place!" At which Emilia gave a sloppy and forced kiss on Daisy's lips before throwing her into a harsh headlock. As Daisy mewled and try to pry Emilia off, Emilia gave one more standing ovation to the crowd before running up the turnbuckle and jumping in the air, bringing Daisy's face down onto the ring floor hard in a turnbuckle bulldog. Daisy's body jolted as the lights were completely knocked out as Emilia beamed at her handiwork. Walking on all fours, Emilia crawled to the slumbering Daisy and daintily lifted Daisy's hand, looking at the booing crowd innocently as she let it flop to the floor. Giving a satisfied chuckle, Emilia got to her knees and repositioned her into what Emilia called "The Queen's Lock" where Daisy was curled and locked up into a ball, with her bum protruding in the air. Taking a seat on it, as though it was her own throne, Emilia lazily looked at her nails as the three count was given....
"1...2...3!!!" At which the bell rang and Emilia raised her hands in victory, as the crowd jeered and booed even more. Undeterred, Emilia got more conformable on her throne and before asking for a mike, which was given to her by a referee. Dusting the mike off, Emilia brought to her lips saying.
"And let that be a lesson for all. As the Queen of Dragons, I will no longer show any mercy, I will take what is mine! And for those who oppose me, like that whore Natalie Dormer!" At which Emilia initiated a few spanks on Daisy to get her to move fruitlessly. "This will be your fate! You've been warned!" At which Emilia threw away the mike and continued to sit on her new found throne, the first of many in her mind, before saying.
"Long Live the Queen!""
- Submission by AKMaster
Michelle Trachtenberg (54%) defeats Selena Gomez (46%)
Michelle Trachtenberg vs. Selena Gomez
"Selena was nervously pacing outside of her dressing room, trying to psych herself up and fight off the butterflies in her stomach. She was about to participate in her very first match in a new company. Of course, she had fought before -- she was well known in the celebrity catfighting circuit -- but this, this was the big leagues. She was so nervous she didn't even see the young woman approaching her. The woman reached out and touched Selena's shoulder, "Hey, Selena,"
Selena practically jumped 3 feet and whirled around, "OH SHIT! Don't scare me like that! Who are y... wait, are you Victoria?" Gomez exclaimed, holding a hand to her beating chest. "Shhh..." Victoria pressed her finger to her lips, readjusted her oversized hat and lowered her large sunglasses. Judging by her clothing, she was obviously trying to hide from the rest of the roster and the cameramen. She was still mentally scarred from her previous match and the horrific aftermath. "Tay wanted me to extend you an offer. I know you were close friends. She would like to formally invite you to join Swift Justice." Selena takes a step back and bites her bottom lip, "That's so sweet, but... ummmm... well, I've already kinda joined a stable. Mr. Drake signed me as soon as I joined the roster. He offered me a really lucrative contract and I..."
"So, what are you trying to say? Are you turning down the offer?" Victoria scoffs, cutting off Selena mid sentence. "What I'm saying is that I can't go back on the contract. Look, Victoria, I think it's so sweet that Tay wanted me to join but I must respectfully decline. And just because I'm in another stable doesn't mean we can't still be friends. I'd love for the three of us to..."
Victoria holds the palm of her hand in Selena's face, once again cutting her off, "Shut it, Gomez!" Selena looks shocked and tries, once again, to smooth things over, "What? I was just..." Victoria takes a step closer, getting nose-to-nose with Selena. "You've made your bed, Selena. Now you're gonna have to lay in it!" Turning on her heel, Victoria leaves. Before Selena can register what just happened, her entrance music plays...
During the match Selena, despite her being a newcomer, is putting up a valiant effort against her veteran opponent. Gomez is able to dodge several of Michelle's strikes and lands a volley of blows to her opponent's toned abdomen, sending Trachtenberg toppling through the ropes where she awkwardly somersaults ass-first onto the thinly-padded floor. Selena uses the opportunity to take a breather. The young Latin-American beauty places her hands on her knees and sucks in long breaths, trying to slow down her heart rate. The referee, making sure Trachtenberg isn't injured, ducks through the ropes and checks on Michelle. While Selena catches her breath there is a sudden confused clamoring coming from the audience.
A thin figure wearing black shoes, pants and a black hoodie, with the hood up, hops over the barricade and enters the ring, sliding behind Selena. The dark figure whips Gomez around, punts her between the legs and spikes her face-first into the canvas with a cranium-rattling sit out facebuster! The figure darts from the ring and disappears back into the crowd. Michelle staggers back to her feet and slides in the ring, exchanging confused looks with the referee. Neither of them saw what happened, only the aftermath with Selena laying face-down on the canvas. With a shrug, Michelle rolls Selena over and peers down at the newbie. "I'm not sure what happened but, regardless, the outcome of this match would've been inevitable either way. Welcome to the CWF, sweetie!" Trachtenberg kneels over Gomez, facing the Latina's splayed feet, flashes a toothy grin and hikes her spandex booty shorts up high. With her prized buns on display, Michelle settles down ontop of Selena's uncomprehending features, enveloping the newcomer in the warm, suffocating embrace of her asscheeks. Only once Michelle was nice and comfy did the referee count the pinfall."
- Submission by jdo90
Maitland Ward (69%) defeats Karlie Kloss (31%)
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
Demi Rose Mawby (45%) defeats Melissa Debling (55%) via RNG
Demi Rose Mawby vs. Melissa Debling
"Melissa Debling and Demi Rose met at the center of the ring, both with cool confidence and a determination to win etched across their face, staring at each other, a mere foot apart. Melissa Debling broke the silent stare-off with the first quip of the night.
“So, I heard you’ve been training hard for this match, trying to prepare how to handle these,” Melissa said as she cupped her 32G boobs with her hands. She continued with a laugh, while Demi remained silent, “I can see the jealousy and fear in your face, dear, and don’t worry hun, I don’t blame you. Let me give you a hint, though. You can’t handle them. They’re going to make you submit and you’re going to worship them in the end. After all, what’s the fun in a fight against a rookie, if you can’t show them their place?”
Demi, despite trying to hold in her emotions, couldn’t help but respond to the taunts. “I’ve faced better than you and won. I’m not scared of you —“
“Really? That’s not what you said in your interview yesterday. I remember you talking about how scared you were about these two smothering you senseless,” Melissa interjected as she cupped her tits again, “and like I said you should be, because they will.”
Demi, clearly flustered at this point threw down a gauntlet, “how about we turn it into an ‘I Quit’ match then? And whoever submits has to obey the winner as the winner humiliates the loser in the ring in front of this audience?”
Melissa clearly enjoyed the fact she was in Demi’s head, and continued her taunts. “Oh, Demi, are you asking me to let you worship my boobs in front of everyone here. I definitely think that can be arranged. I accept.”
With the pre-fight taunts out of the way, each of them returned to their corner and the ref rang the bell, prompting both fighters to approach and circle each other before coming together in a collar and elbow lock up. Demi, using her technique advantage, and hooked the calf of Melissa with the back of her heel and tossed her to the ground. Demi quickly pressed the advantage and rolled Melissa onto her front and straddled her back. “For someone talking so much shit, you’re not putting up a very good fight,” Demi gloated as she took advantage of Melissa’s predicament to lock in a camel clutch.
As Demi pulled back harshly on Melissa’s chin, Mellisa could help but cry out in pain as her back was stretched harder than any back ever should. Clearly annoyed at the taunts earlier in the match, Demi enjoyed pouring on the pain. “You know Melissa, you talked about your tits earlier, I think we ought to show them to the crowd.” As expected, the crowd roared with approval as Demi removed Melissa’s bra and began to knead her poor tits, which only elicited further groans of pain from Melissa.
Accepting Melissa wouldn’t submit to such holds, but quite satisfied with the damage done, she got up and dragged Melissa to a standing position before whipping her into the ropes and clotheslining her back into the mat. “How do you like that, Melissa? Well, probably more than this,” Demi said with a grin as she kicked out her legs and jumped into a banzai drop right onto Melissa’s moneymakers, crushing them with her massive ass. Continuing her dominant debut, Demi got back up again before banzai dropping right back onto her rack, crushing them yet again. Melissa looked like she had clearly seen better days in the ring, slightly dazed, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.
Demi got up and brought Melissa with her as she proceeded to continue the blonde’s suffering by lifting her up into a bearhug. “Your back probably still hasn’t recovered from the camel clutch. Let’s see how you handle this, bitch,” Demi growled at Melissa, still furious at her earlier taunts. Melissa moaned in anguish, causing Demi to smile with joy as she took in her surroundings. She saw the lights of the cameras and the arena, the smiling fans, and most importantly, her broken opponent in front of her, the one who dared to taunt her. And then she only saw darkness.
“Mmmppph,” Demi’s next taunts were muffled by Melissa’s rack. Somehow, with the last vestiges of her strength, Melissa was able to wrap her legs around Demi’s hips and used her new position to wrap her hands tightly around Demi’s head and pulled her into her 32G cleavage, locking in a clever counter.
Demi, disoriented and surprised, couldn’t even come up with a response, as all the lessons of her training fled her mind. Melissa, full of newfound confidence taunted Demi, “I told you I would get you in here, eventually, Demi. You shouldn’t have made life so difficult for yourself. I am going to make you regret it.” Either fortunately or unfortunately for Demi, Melissa’s smother was so effective that she processed none of Melissa’s most recent taunts. Certainly unfortunate was for Demi was her clear state of shock and confusion. Her erratic breathing enhanced the damage done by the smother-scissor combo. Her decision to maintain the bearhug prevented her hands from offering any support to her attempt to break free from Melissa’s embrace, dooming her weak struggle to failure.
“How much longer do you think you can take this, Demi? Is my breast smother just as scary as you thought?” As Melissa said that, Demi’s legs began to buckle as the Melissa’s breasts sapped Demi of her once formidable strength. Melissa continued, her voice dripping with sadistic glee “Or are they scarier?”
Over the course of a minute, the crowd watched in shock as Demi went from a dominant bearhug, to her knees, with Melissa still hanging onto her, both the smother and the scissors locked on tight. And over the course of this event, the crowd watched the sound, technical fighter, put up a hapless resistance to a smother, seemingly letting it happen.
A few moments later Demi would careen forwards, causing Melissa’s back to collide with the mat, causing a temporary release of both the smother and the scissor. Unfortunately for Demi, the collision was not a particularly hard one and Melissa was able to quickly reunite Demi’s face with her boobs and wrap her legs around her waist, leaving Demi once again without sight or breath and having to deal with a tight scissor keeping her in place. “I must say Demi, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed being on my back more than right now,” Melissa laughed, “feel free to submit to them now or in a minute, dear. You’re worshipping them either way when we’re done.”
Though Demi was only free from the smother for less than a second, that time was crucial for her to take a quick breath, reorient herself, and process how she found herself in Melissa’s smother despite having dominated up until this point. Her training started to come back to her as she recovered from the initial shellshock of having the tables turned on her.
Demi, recognizing Melissa’s smother for the threat it was, began to shove desperately on her opponent’s shoulders as she attempted to pull her head back and out of the powerful smother she found herself in. Melissa, on the other hand, was having none of it as she quickly rolled to her side while keeping the smother-scissor combo locked on before giving a strong sudden squeeze of her legs, forcing Demi to involuntarily gasp in pain. Melissa smiled devilishly as she felt the air from that gasp tickle her dominant chest. “We could have done this the easy way, Demi. But, you had to struggle, didn’t you? You really don’t know your place. Well, I suppose it’s nothing my breasts can’t teach you before I am done playing with you,” Melissa said as she rolled once again, this time ending up on top of Demi, as her chest enveloped Demi’s face, pinning it to the cold, hard canvas beneath her. Demi tried turning her head left and right to try and find a quick breath before trying out her next escape plan, but it was no avail. All she found as she turned was more of the hot, dark vacuum that was Melissa’s encompassing rack.
“If you thought all the smothering up to now was bad, Demi, you’re in for a whole new world of torture. You can try moving and turning your head as much you’d like, but when you’re dealing with breasts like mine, you’re not going to find any air or any freedom,” Melissa said as she continued her draining smother. Demi was desperate for release after suffering for a minute in a breast smother while carrying her opponent and then being nearly immediately forced back into a breast smother that spanned various positions on the ground that had lasted nearly two minutes and counting. However, she knew desperation wasn’t going to get her free.
To Melissa’s surprise and chagrin, Demi still had a lot of fight left in her, as Demi attempted to buck Melissa off by bridging and pushing up on her chest. Melissa’s arms managed to keep Demi’s head tightly wedged in between her cleavage during Demi’s first attempt to bridge out, but the bridge did result in Melissa’s lower body being forced off of Demi’s ending the straddle and making the odds of success on succeeding attempts that much higher. Melissa snarled, “I guess you’re really begging me to grapevine you. You really don’t know when to quit,” as she tried to snake her legs around Demi’s to lock in the grapevine hold and seal her victory.
Demi, despite having spent a cumulative three and a half minutes and counting in Melissa’s debilitating smother at this point would not go down without a fight though as she moved her legs around to avoid the grapevine again. This time as she bridged and shoved on Melissa’s chest, she felt things would be different. Melissa no longer maintained a straddle and was unsuccessfully pursuing a grapevine, leaving her position much less stable than it was last time. Demi successfully bucking her off and finding freedom. Demi quickly rolled away and climbed to her feet, trying to maintain as much distance as she could from her opponent as she tried to recover from a smother that would have knocked out most other competitors long ago.
Melissa on the other hand was eager to get after her capable opponent, knowing that Demi was likely still woozy, from nearly 4 minutes between her rack. However, Demi, the capable striker/boxer she was, knew how to throw jabs and use her footwork to keep the distance while she tried to catch her breath and recover. After a minute, Melissa, unable to deal with this frustrating defense, decided to simply bullrush Demi and force her back to the ground. Demi sidestepped the attempted spear as Melissa speared air before her shoulder collided with the metal ringpost. Melissa’s cry of pain could be heard for miles following that collision and while she was lucky not to have broken her shoulder, she would certainly be feeling that collision for days to come.
Showing no mercy, Demi tried to use Melissa’s daring mistake to regain her once commanding advantage. She began by slamming Melissa’s head repeatedly into the turnbuckle, before turning her back around and delivering some brutal knife edge chops to Melissa’s prized breasts as revenge for the damage they did moments ago, causing Melissa to mewl in pain. Melissa tried to counter by firing her own counterpunch, but Demi simply ducked the strike and lifted Melissa onto her shoulder before bringing her back down on her knee in a devastating back breaker drop. Melissa’s back was in severe pain as this most recent attack compounded the damage done to her back by Demi earlier in the match.
Demi wasn’t done with demonstrating the strength advantage she had over Melissa, and as she continued to regain the strength previously drained by the smother, that difference became more obvious. She pulled Melissa back up, shoving Melissa’s head between her legs and wrapped her arms around Melissa’s torso before swinging her opponent into position for a power bomb. “Hey, Melissa, I remember you told me you enjoyed part of this match on your back, let me know how you like this,” Demi said as she slammed Melissa back-first onto the canvas.
Satisfied that her opponent was sufficiently weakened, Demi pulled her opponent back up and whipped her into the nearest corner. She sultrily took off her bikini top as she walked over to her opponent, to raucous applause from the crowd, and used it to tie the hands of her now dazed opponent together. With Melissa weakened, woozy, and restrained, there was little she could do to stop what’s next. “Oh Melissa, I am going to make sure you never forget this” Demi said as she climbed the bottom rope and applied her own breast smother to her subdued opponent. “Don’t forget my 32DDs, while smaller than yours, are more than good enough to smother you out, Melissa,” Demi yelled as she leaned her chest into Melissa’s face. Melissa tried to take the smother for as long as she could, but she was in no condition to resist for long, and her legs quickly turned to jelly, kept standing only by the force of Demi’s body pinning her to the turnbuckle.
Demi voluntarily hopped off the top rope and fired a kick to Melissa’s stomach, causing her to collapse in a heap in front of the bottom turn buckle. Demi, excitedly preparing for her next move, wrapped Melissa’s arms around the bottom rope and positioned her opponent’s head against the bottom turnbuckle. Demi grabbed hold of the rope and began to subject her opponent to a bronco buster, relentlessly slamming her large ass into the the defenseless face of Melissa Debling. Each slam served to push Melissa further and further away from consciousness and following the sixth slam, we could see a bit of drool escape Melissa’s lip, a sign of the damage wrought.
Deciding it was time to end this match for good, Demi pulled her half-conscious opponent to the center of the ring, untied her hands, and wrapped her legs around Melissa’s head, trapping her opponent in her fearsome reverse head scissors. Pleased with her almost assured victory, Demi told her opponent, “Sorry, Melissa, but I’m afraid this is the end of the line for you. This is going to hurt — alot.” Melissa’s half-closed eyes suddenly bulged open, looking as if she just had 10000 volts run through her, shocked awake by the most painful scissor she had ever been in. She pulled with all her might against Demi’s thighs, but couldn’t get Demi’s powerful thighs to budge nor relieve any pressure. Unable to take the pain and realizing she had no hope of coming back, Melissa finally tapped Demi’s ass three times to signal her submission to the victor, prompting the announcer to call out, “your winner by reverse head scissor submission, Demi Rose!”
Debut victory in hand, Demi transitioned easily into a reverse facesit, depriving her defeated opponent of breath and sight with her elite asset, much in the same way Melissa did to her not too long ago with her super massive rack. With the match over and her point made, Demi chose to display grace instead of malice with her next words. “You did well, Melissa. If you had managed to lock in the grapevine I would probably be worshipping your rack right now after likely having been knocked out by it. Originally, when I was most angry at your taunts I planned to ride your face, cum on it, and then knock you out under my ass. Now that I’ve won, rather than humiliate you too much I want to give you a way out. You were a worthy opponent who gave me a good fight, so I’ll skip the first two parts of my plan if you just kiss my ass until I tell you to stop.
Eager to avoid the humiliation associated the other option, Melissa planted a quick peck on Demi’s right ass cheek. “Oh, no, Melissa, these better be real kisses if you want to avoid you-know-what. Do it right,” Demi ordered sternly. Melissa leaned back into Demi’s right ass cheek and planted a long kiss on it, knowing she needed to keep Demi happy — or else. “There we go, darling, that’s how I want all your kisses to be. Again!” Demi said with a smirk as Melissa kissed it deeply again. “Left side, now,” Demi commanded, “make them good.” Melissa switched to the left cheek and gave it the deepest kiss yet, much to Demi’s approval. “One more for the left, dear,” Demi said as Melissa quickly complied, “and now the center! And make it a good one.” Demi’s thong was already swallowed by Demi’s large ass and as Melissa placed her lips between Demi’s cheeks, they too disappeared into the depths as she planted yet another deep kiss. “Okay, Melissa, your last one. Center, again,” Demi said with a smile, “and then I put you to sleep.” Just as Melissa began her final ass kiss, Demi pulled Melissa’s face deeper into her ass, much to Melissa’s surprise, before slamming her ass back and driving the back of Melissa’s head hard into the mat. “Sweet dreams, my dear, I hope we get to do this again,” Demi cooed as she applied the reverse facesit that would soon send Melissa to a peaceful slumber. A minute later, Melissa was out cold, and by defeating the tenth ranked Bantamweight fighter in the CWF in her debut match the way she did, Demi made the loud arrival she wanted and that no one could ignore."
- Submission by NoAirZone
Bowden/Keibler (64%) defeats Knightley/Portman (36%)
Keira Knightley/Natalie Portman vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler
"A disheveled and dejected Keira Knightley hoarsely wailed into the canvas as she lulled to her rapidly panting belly; her long, wiry stems thumping the mat in agony as the pair of domineering blondes towered ominously over her, only she didn't have their attention at the moment. Keira's slender frame awkwardly twisted and writhed in crippling pain; sweat, drool and mascara streaking across the stainless canvas as her contorted features painted the mat. Her cheeky, upturned derrière jiggled as Stacy Keibler became irate above her, tamping her heel against the canvas while throwing a tantrum.
"That bitch jumped in the ring first! She deserved what she got!" Keibler incredulously shouted at the bewildered official, motioning to a now unconscious Natalie Portman twitching just outside the ring apron on the concrete below. With Keira seconds away from falling victim to a spine-melting Camel Clutch submission, Portman had slipped into the ring to save her partner, only Stacy had just been biding her time on the sidelines to bend the rules if given the opportunity. With lightning-like reflexes, Stacy followed Natalie into the ring and intercepted the brunette before she could interfere and save Keira, detonating a paralyzing Big Boot against Portman's chin and sending her spilling out of the ring altogether, unconscious before she even hit the ground. With a regretful go-ahead from the oblivious, frankly intimidated official, the blondes turned their collective gaze back toward Knightley.
"You don't mind a little nudity do ya? You're practically a boy!" Katrina venomously hissed as she undid the drawstring of Keira's top, allowing her itty-bitty A-cup tits to spill free as her partner shimmied the Brit out of her bottoms. Planting her heels on the backs of Keira's calves, Katrina then wrenched and contorted the mewling brunette into a tight, devastating Ceiling Hold. Keira's mouth fell agape as her spine was once again curled into a brutal, inhumane shape, her slender frame spasming as Katrina mercilessly bounced and yanked her bent spine deeper into the hold.
Keira's dark-painted lashes suddenly peeled open as she felt Stacy step over and straddle her face, squealing at full-throat before her cries were muffled by the blonde's scantily-covered sex. The brunette's wilting frame buckled as Keibler tightened her muscled stems and flexed for the world to see, stretching up to her tippy toes to ensure her long, bronzed thighs were at full-mast in smothering out the pathetic, whimpering prey she'd trapped between her two boas. Keibler's inner thighs began to redden with the heat of Keira's frantic convulsing and squirming, only heightened when Stacy sensually leaned over the brunette's naked frame and clamped her devilish digits onto Keira's stiffening nipples.
"Maybe I can stretch you to a B!" Stacy playfully taunted as she remorselessly tugged and stretched Knightley's tits, nearly prying her nipples clean off her chest. As Keira's movements and coordination finally slowed after a few moments of breathless torture, her thin frame fell slack in the blondes' joint embrace; a faint gurgle and the heavy jostling of her messy convulsions the only sign of life.
"One more liiiiiiittle stretch!" Katrina echoed from below, painfully bowing Keira's naked frame once more, ensuring to pry her thighs apart with her own powerful legs. Following her partner's lead, Stacy playfully snaked her palm down Keira's flexing, twitching belly, painting her sweat-soaked landing strip of pubic hair before parting Knightley's plump kitty lips with her index and middle fingers.
"Get in tight for the PPV cover shot boys - the Sassy Classy Sisters are here to fucking stay!"
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Keira Knightley/Natalie Portman vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler
"Stacy Keibler and Katrina were most certainly in a festive spirit. The diabolical blondes were scantily clad in Santa Claus-inspired outfits -- Stacy in a tiny red mini-dress and Katrina in a satin red bra and panty set with white fur adorning the edges. Every time Katrina or Stacy bent down or spun around, their bronzed ass cheeks playfully peeked out from their tantalizing attire, causing a chorus of wolf whistles from the hypersexual crowd. The audience's whistles, of course, were also interrupted with a chorus of jeers. The disapproving boos were in reaction to the leggy duo's constant underhanded attacks and blatant interference.
Katrina, before the match began, snagged a microphone and proceeded to verbally berate one particular member of the opposing team. The recipient of the verbal lashing was Natalie Portman. Natalie and Katrina were no strangers in the ring -- the two had previously squared off with Katrina getting the win. Of course Bowden had a lot of help from Stacy Keibler and a wooden baseball bat, but that didn't stop Katrina from verbally accosting Portman as if the blonde had single handedly decimated her. Once Bowden and Keibler were finished with their pre-match trash talk, and all four women were in the ring, Natalie immediately approached Katrina, getting nose-to-nose with the arrogant blonde.
As soon as the time keeper rang the opening bell, Katrina raked her nails across Natalie's eyes and, before Portman could retaliate, Bowden tagged in Stacy. For the rest of the fight Stacy kept Natalie far from Keira's side of the ring, making sure Portman wasn't able to tag out. Once Natalie was a broken, sobbing mess Stacy finally tagged Katrina back in. "Oh my, what happened to your outfit?! It's in tatters," Bowden grinned, sending an ankle kick to Natalie's exposed ribs, sending the brunette flopping to her back. "Remember this?" Katrina runs her fingers under the back waistband of her panties before slightly hiking them up, exposing even more of her plump asscheeks. "What am I saying... of course you do! I mean, how could you forget my magnificent ass!" Bowden crouches down until the crotch of her panties is mere inches from Natalie's face. "Afterall, it was parked ontop of that pointy little nose of yours.... boop!" Katrina finished her statement by playfully bopping Portman's nose with her finger before continuing her taunting. "Since you seemed to have so much fun last time, I think it's time for my ass and your nose need to have another scandalous rendezvous."
The bronzed blonde slowly sank down to her knees and turned around until she was facing Portman's feet. With a triumphant smirk etched on her face, Bowden began descending her bodacious backside toward Portman's aghast features. However, instead of once again feeling the stimulating sensation of Natalie's nose lodged between her cheeks, Katrina felt a searing pain. Letting out a wild yelp, Katrina jerked her head around to see the source of her discomfort. Katrina's baby blue eyes teared up and another yelp escaped her pursed lips as Natalie, gripping and hearty handful of Bowden's panties, wedgied the material even higher up the blonde's back.
The audience clamored as the short brunette stopped the conniving blonde dead in her tracks. In a last ditch effort to disrupt what was sure to be another humiliating loss, Natalie had used her last bit of strength to snatch her rival's underwear and wedgie the material sky high. Katrina shot up on her tiptoes, with Natalie eventually rising up behind her, wrenching the wedgie even higher! Keira, Natalie's partner whom, due to Katrina and Keibler's effective, albeit devious, plot to keep Natalie as the active fighter, cheered on the spunky brunette and outstretched her hand for a much-needed tag. Bowden pathetically danced across the canvas as more and more of her underwear disappeared up her ass with an exhausted, yet rejuvenated Natalie Portman leaving her ever closer to the opposite corner.
Everyone was so focused on the sight of Katrina's bubbly ass, which, at this point, was practically completely exposed, no one, not even the referee, noticed Keibler reach under the ring and grab a wooden baseball bat -- the same bat Katrina used to gain her victory over Natalie just weeks ago. Stacy, with the wooden bat in hand, crept around the ring until she was behind Keira. Just as Natalie came within inches of tagging in her partner, Stacy swung the bat, cracking it against Keira's calves. Knightley immediately collapsed, falling off the apron and landing on the concrete, scarcely covered by thin mats, below. Stacy, still holding the bat, high tails it around to her corner. Natalie and the referee, hearing the agonized sobs, turn their attention to Keira. Natalie releases her grip and peers over the ropes to see her partner clutching at her legs and writhing in pain.
The referee exits the ring to check on Knightly, ignorant to the fact that Stacy has entered the ring. With the referee distracted, Stacy is able to sneak behind Natalie and secure her arms behind her back. Bowden, whom has finally finished digging her underwear out of her ass, grabs the bat and viciously slams it against Natalie's exposed breasts. The loud CRACK of wood striking flesh booms across the arena, snapping the referee's attention back to the ring. Mich to the fan's dismay, by the time the referee enters the ring, Stacy is back behind the ropes, the bat has been safely discarded and Katrina is laying across Portman's convulsing body.
Katrina, of course, gets the pinfall and the Sassy Klassy Sisters are awarded the victory. Stacy and Katrina are showered with boos as the arrogantly pose over Portman and, the two divas acting as if they just won a gold medal, jumped for joy. Before they left the ring, Katrina once again crawled over Natalie and took a seat on her face. Just as the Blonde began rocking her hips an enraged Keira Knightley slid into the ring and hobbled over to save her partner. Sadly for Knightley, she was too injured to intervene and proceeded to get smothered under Keibler's ass while Katrina remained perched, once again, on top of Natalie's disgusted face."
- Submission by jdo90
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