PPV 41
Brooklyn Decker (61%) defeats Stana Katic (39%)
Stana Katic vs. Brooklyn Decker (Title Match - Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
"The once-raucous arena had been silenced to a whisper by the frenetic pace of this bloody, barbaric Title fight suddenly grinding to a halt; each spectator almost too anxious to breathe. The suffocating heat of the sun beat down on both fighters as they stood opposite one another, both no more than a few ragged, clinging scraps of leather from being completely naked. An arrogant and defiant Brooklyn Decker postured to her full height, ballooning her massive, heaving bust toward Katic, punctuating her unrelenting dominance of the staggered brunette. Decker's swelling, naked orbs glistened with a light sheen of sweat that coated her sternum, flexing abdomen, and sleek, shaven mound; a stark contrast to her opponent who was dripping with heavy beads of perspiration. Stana, the Champion, was wilting opposite the blonde. Katic dropped heavily to a knee in the sand a few steps from Decker; their latest exchange gutting the brunette thanks to a thunderous knee to her pierced navel. The towering brunette's hazel bulbs stretched wide as she genuflect exhaustedly to a knee, her bare tits gently teardropping toward the ground, fleshily twitching with each breathless gag and gulp for oxygen. A mouthful of blood dribbled from Katic's lips as she struggled to remain propped upright with an unsteady palm, splashing to her bosom as it fell and streaking down her rapidly panting abdomen, finally being lost in the thick, manicured bush of pubic hair shaven above her plump slit.
As Brooklyn's eyes traced up Katic's pendulous, split stems, observing her handiwork, they glanced over the empty leather holster fastened around her slender thigh where Stana's blade used to be sheathed. Both feeling confident in their abilities, the two women had agreed at the beginning of the battle to fight with honor, discarding their weapons and settling this Championship fight with their bare hands only. Brooklyn had thoughtlessly and unceremoniously cast her wooden spear in the center of the sandy arena, trusting the brunette that it wouldn't come into play. But as Brooklyn continued to survey her downed opponent readying her kill, she noticed a flash of steel catching light from the sun as it rose from the sand. With a wicked grin Stana devilishly unearthed her previously discarded dagger and like two bolts of lightning, the two fighters suddenly dashed toward the spear that had been spiked straight up in the sand just between them; Brooklyn looking to even the odds and Stana looking to keep them stacked her own favor.
Now wielding a 6-inch blade, Katic wildly thrust and sliced toward any dangling hunk of flesh she could find; pirouetting through her unhinged swings and clumsily spinning like a top as Brooklyn artfully dodged and kept the reeling brunette at distance. Backing Decker further and further from her spear, Katic wrangled the upper hand despite not landing a single blow. Finally frustrated by her own ineptitude, the brunette hopped forward and slung a handful of sand into Brooklyn's eyes; a furious shriek erupting from the blonde as she was temporarily blinded. Like a flash, Katic closed their gap and followed with a piercing uppercut, driving the blade to the hilt into Brooklyn's heaving underboob. Decker wailed in agony as the shank sunk into her fleshy orb and burst out the other side, spraying a mist of crimson across the sandy pit as it impaled her right breast. Another mist of blood sloshed to the ground as Stana yanked the blade free, palming Brooklyn's pierced orb and rearing back for another furious slash; this time aiming to slice the mound of flesh clean off her sternum.
Despite being partially blinded, the telepathic blonde stunningly snagged Katic's wrist in mid-air, the brunette's hazel bulbs stretching wide in paralyzed shock as their arms quaked, locked with one another in a deadly struggle. Rather than attempting to overpower Katic, Brooklyn spun through a breathtaking reversal, a bone-chilling *CRACK* erupting before a throaty howl burst from Stana's pursed lips. In one artful motion, Brooklyn had parried Stana's reckless strike by catching her wrist, pirouetting, and snapping the brunette's forearm over her turned shoulder. Katic immediately lost control of the blade as her entire limb began to quake and spasm, awkwardly hyper-extended as the steel dagger fell right into Brooklyn's waiting grasp. The brunette's twisted features were already stained with dark mascara as tears welled in the corners of her hazel bulbs, swaddling her broken arm against her naked bosom and awkwardly stumbling away from the callous blonde. Katic's head hung low as she balanced on unsteady footing looking down at her bloodied and broken frame, her sweat-soaked and matted hazel locks that were once neatly twisted into tight braids, now were disheveled and caked with sweat to her temples and forehead. Blood trailed down her useless limb as her heels heavily stamped the sand, drenching her naked bush and mound with crimson. With another athletic leap, the newly armed Decker lurched toward the reeling Katic, cupped the back of her skull, and ruthlessly drove the blade through Stana's slender throat up to the hilt. Stana throatily gurgled as the blade sunk through her windpipe and erupted out the back of her neck, her hazel eyes vacantly fluttering as she remained frozen upright, drowning in her own fluids.
The detached, indomitable blonde pressed her naked frame into Stana's as she ruthlessly kept the brunette on her feet with a callous grip on her braided pony tail and one arm tucked beneath her armpit; locking eyes with the convulsing, sputtering Katic as she began to fade. Stana mewled unintelligibly as Brooklyn's naked frame intertwined with her own, Decker's bosom flattening Stana's B-cups to her sternum eliciting a delicate whimper as the pressure made it even more difficult to breathe. Brooklyn trailed her palm over Stana's quaking mound until a soft coo was felt on her neck, then with a wry smile the blonde hooked one of Stana's pendulous stems and allowed the brunette to teeter and fall to her backside in the sand, catching Stana's ankle as she fell to the ground. Katic continued to helplessly paw and grovel as she sputtered and gurgled on her own blood, her fingers gingerly tugging at the handle of the blade still lodged in her throat as she writhed on her back. Stana's twitching frame trailed heavily in the sand as Brooklyn dragged her to where the spear was still planted in the ground, lifting the wooden spike with a grunt as she kept Stana's thighs parted awkwardly into the splits, one leg folded up beneath her bubbly ass in the sand and the other craning up in the air over Brooklyn's shoulder.
Suddenly Stana let out a hoarse, throaty, deafening; "FFFFNNNggggGGGGGUUUUUUHHHG" as her slender frame buckled and twitched, sickeningly convulsing as Brooklyn bent forward and drove the steel head of her spear into Stana's cunt. The brunette's hips lifted off the ground as her plump, naked slit was mercilessly stuffed until the metal head disappeared into her pelvis. The veins in Stana's throat bulged and buckled as she awkwardly contorted around the wooden pike, her frame stiffening as Brooklyn slowly guided the pole through the entire length of her downed frame, spit-roasting her while she was still alive. The brunette's hazel bulbs rolled into the back of her skull as her mouth fell agape, mewling in agony as the piercing head of the spear slowly tore apart her insides; first ripping through her tight belly, then splitting her sternum, before finally exploding like an alien from just above her clavicles. Katic twitched and gagged for a handful of agonizing seconds before Brooklyn bent down and lifted Katic by her rigid frame, planting the shaft of the spear in the sand so Stana would stand upright. The brunette's head lulled to the side as a crimson drool began to leak from her lips, pooling in the sand below as her buckled corpse pitched and convulsed with a few dying breaths, finally lulling to a stop with her arms and split thighs resting at her sides.
"Your NEW Celebrity Wrestling Federation Champion.....BROOKLYN DECKER!!!!!"
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It took a moment to shake off the intense emotion of the virtual reality immersion experience, but before Stana could even comprehend the brutality with which she'd just lost her belt, she was already being wrangled and stripped by two boorish Lumberjacks. Their groping hands quickly tore through her spandex yoga gear, shredding the material and leaving it balled at her feet as she was tightly shackled, nude. Rather curiously, but at Brooklyn's behest, Katic's right ankle was restrained first, and rather than being hung with her arms over her head, Katic let out a horrified squeal as she was twisted upside down and strung from the ceiling by a single foot, left to dangle until Brooklyn arrived.
"Back where it belongs..." Decker arrogantly scoffed as she stepped through the door with the Title Belt hung over her shoulder, clad in just a baby blue bra and matching panties.
"You got what you wanted, what the fuck is this?!" Katic wailed as she twisted and squirmed upside down in her ankle shackle, seemingly unaware of the post-match stipulations. Katic began to twist and twitch as Brooklyn pulled out a gargantuan, meaty dildo and fixed it around her waist; the brunette mewling as Brooklyn mashed the tip of her rubber cock against Stana's pursed lips, grating the monstrosity against her pearly white teeth as she refused to open up. Looking to entice the fiesty brunette to open wide, she bent forward and grabbed hold of one of Stana's golden-brown nipples, ripping upwards on the tender flesh and nearly plucking the caramel areola off her chest with one ruthless tug. Stana throatily mewled as her pert breast was wrenched and pulled every which way, finally dropping her mouth wide open and begging for her throat to be filled if it meant the end of her breast torture. Brooklyn was happy to oblige as she thrust her hips forward and pumped the bulging shaft down Stana's throat. Katic gagged on the veiny rubber club as its outline protruded from her delicate throat, her eyes glazing over as they filled with tears. The brunette sputtered up a mouthful of drool as Brooklyn finally pulled out, rubbing the drool-soaked tip across Stana's flushed features, smearing mascara and spit across her cheeks before thrusting back down her throat. Stana's body twitched and quaked as Brooklyn kept the shaft pressed deeper down her throat longer and longer with each rhythmic thrust, testing the limits of her lung capacity as Stana continued to helplessly gurgle and gag, the veins in her throat bulging and crackling as she struggled for breath. A stream of drool trailed from the shaft to Stana's slobber-covered chin as Brooklyn pulled out one final time before pumping the dripping shaft back down Stana's throat, filling her mouth with a breathless gurgle. As Stana twitched and convulsed, Decker palmed both of her fleshy, spasming tits, giving the delicious B-cups a tender squeeze before moving her hands to trace Stana's mound. The brunette's frame went rigid as Brooklyn thrust three of her digits into Stana's wet slit, hooking her plump pussy lips and roughly massaging her swollen clit, tugging and fish-hooking the brunette's spread sex until she turned to jelly. Stana's thighs quivered as she sputtered and gurgled below, nearly unconscious as she continued to drown on her own drool below, Brooklyn pumping her digits between her spread lips until Stana's frame began to quake.
Stana's belly heaved one final time before suddenly Brooklyn stopped altogether, pulling the rubber shaft from her throat and removing her massaging fingers from Katic's dripping gash, leaving the edging Katic squealing for more. The brunette whimpered as she peered up at Brooklyn through sweat and drool-soaked hazel locks caked to her flushed features, biting her lip as she non-verbally begged Brooklyn to keep going. Her thighs trembled and shook, calling to Brooklyn, her pulsing, pink slit lusting after the blonde's expertly massaging digits. Without warning Brooklyn recoiled and yanked the Title Belt from her shoulder, callously slinging the steel and diamond-plated belt into Stana's cheek. The brunette hoarsely gurgled as her eyes instantly rolled into the back of her skull, twitching fleshily as she was knocked completely unconscious by the brutal strike. Her naked frame still spasming and hanging upside down by an ankle, Brooklyn removed the strap-on from around her waist and put on the blood-spattered belt. With Katic's thighs lifelessly parted into a revealing spread-eagle split as she hung from the ceiling, Brooklyn arched to her tippy toes and began digging through folds of flesh with the monstrous head of the cock. Having finally found her target, she roughly thrust the bulging shaft up Stana's asshole, cramming until another lifeless twitch shuttered from her dangling frame. A fallen Champion. Could she ever recover from this savage beating?"
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Stana Katic vs. Brooklyn Decker (Title Match - Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
The digital holograms of Stana Katic and Brooklyn Decker warped onto the battlefield -- the Gladiatrix arena. Their lithe bodies are scarcely garbed in white togas. Just like the fighters, the arena was also digital, built entirely out of pixels. But that didn't make this match any less brutal for the competitors, all of whom felt as if they were actually standing on the hot, blood-stained sand covering the ground. Both women knew what was at stake -- the coveted golden belt -- the Flyweight Championship.
The CWF exec's apparently spent a good amount on producing a realistic setting for this inaugural event. The digital stadium didn't digitize to a new structure at the beginning of every fight. Instead, it reflects the previous battles that had taken place earlier in the day. Anytime a drop of blood was spilled, that blood drop wouldn't disappear at the start of the next fight. The battlefield, as well as the stone platform and columns within it, reflect the chaos of the fights beforehand.The massive stone columns that once stood erect, surrounding a raised stone platform, are now reduced to rubble, with exposed rebar jutting skyward. The stone steps leading to the platform are chipped and speckled with blood and clumps of hair. The coarse sand blanketing the stadium battleground is stained crimson and the weapons that were used by others now lay broken on the ground.
Katic, although the reigning, defending Champion, appeared timid, nervously shifting her bare feet, her wide expressive eyes nervously darting around, doing anything to avoid eye-contact with the blonde bombshell standing before her. Many people, professionals and fans alike, were betting for Brooklyn to demolish the lanky Champion and it's safe to say, after witnessing the opening minutes, their bets were safe. Katic, instead of facing her foe, made a beeline for the nearest intact weapon she could find. The reigning Champion's darting eyes land on the hilt of a sword protruding out of the sand. She sprints across the arena, her bare heels kicking up clouds of red-tinted sand with Brooklyn chasing behind. Stana, like a baseball player running for home plate, drops down and slides across the sand, her hand reaching out and snatching the hilt of the sword. But, to her dismay, they were all damaged beyond any use.
Once Brooklyn finally caught up with the cowardly Champ, things went downhill for Katic very quickly. Within minutes Stana was stripped nude and beaten to a pulp. Blood trickled from her forehead, down her nose and onto her exposed breasts, giving the Champion a gruesome crimson mask. Curling her fingers into a thick clump of blood-stained hair, Decker hauls the whimpering, wounded Champion to her bare feet and hauls her up the broken stone steps leading to the raised platform in the center of the ancient Colosseum. Brooklyn casually walks to the far edge of the platform, her eyes scanning the destroyed rubble beneath her. Concrete and stone lay 6 feet below her. Old, rusty exposed rebar juts out of the destroyed concrete, standing tall above the rubble, just like Brooklyn. The busty blonde drinks in the surging feeling of power coursing through her body. She breathes in the hot air, allowing this moment to wash over her -- in a few minutes she will be the new champion. But the hair wrapped around her fist suddenly pulls tight, followed by a pathetic squeal from Stana, turning Brooklyn's attention back to the task at hand.
"Where do you think you're going?" Brooklyn snaps as Stana tries to squirm away, pulling futilely against Decker's wrist. "Let goooo of meeeeee!" Katic whines, sounding less like a champion and more like a scared little girl. "You're PATHETIC!" Decker snarls, lifting her foe's chin, the two staring eye-to-eye. Stana's eyes were practically vacant, her mascara-smeared eyelashes trying to bat away the thick cobwebs trapping her body and mind. Tears well in Stana's eyes and slowly trickle down her swollen face. She can barely stand, drunkenly swaying, her bare feet slipping on the hot, sand-dusted stone as if the platform were made of ice. With her fist still wrapped tightly with Katic's hair, Decker slams her knee into Stana's belly, forcing Champion to hunch over at the waist. Her bronzed frame sags and wilts as Stana stares at the surface of the platform, sucking and wheezing for air.
Decker uses Stana's hair to jerk the brutalized brunette's skull between her towering tan thighs. Stana's sun-kissed legs wobble, her heels unsteadily skating apart causing her sweat-soaked labia to flirtatiously peek out from between her slender, spread thighs. Brooklyn bent over, resting her massive breasts on Katic's bent spine, and wrapped her arms around Stana's heaving, firm abdomen. The blonde bombshell roars as she rips the doubled-over brunette up by the waist and hoists the lanky brunette up over her shoulders! Brooklyn, mirroring a move she previously annihilated the Champion with, places Stana in a flawless Widow's Peak position. "Remember this position?" Decker smirks, "I told you, during the lumberjack match, that what I did was only a preview. Just wait until what I have in store for you this time, honey!" Brooklyn growls, carrying Stana like a backpack to the edge of the platform. Katic clumsily squirmed as her stark nude frame was arched against Decker's bowing spine; her chin blindly hooked and pointed skyward, her skull pinned against Brooklyn's shoulder, her split ankles resting on opposite sides of the blonde's hips.
Taking a deep breath, Brooklyn leaps off the platform, soaring through the sky, and lands ass-first on the blood-spattered ground. With stunning precision, Brooklyn dropped the mewling brunette into a crippling Widow's Peak; Stana's head slings forward as the back of her skull slammed against Brooklyn's shoulder. A sickening squelch erupted from between Stana's split thighs as Brooklyn impaled the sniveling brunette pussy-first onto the jagged rebar. Three feet of the rusted, thick, gnarled metal rod disappered, stabbing inside her tight slit, causing her labia to bulge out. Stana's kneecaps collided with the shattered stone and concrete below, rendering her legs useless, not that it even mattered at this point... she was done for. The brunette's arms flew outwards as her bare sternum violently convulsed. Katic's hazel eyes were popping out as tears streaked through the mascara and specks of blood smeared across her puffing cheeks. Her face was frozen in shock, reminiscent of Edvard Munch's masterpiece painting, "The Scream". Brooklyn, for her part, had painted a masterpiece herself, using Stana Katic as her canvas. Blood began trickling from the corners of Stana's gaping mouth and faint gurgling sounds bubbled from her throat.
Brooklyn rises up, brushing sand off her ass before turning around, and sees Stana brutally impaled on the rebar, her frame stuck in the reverse cowgirl position. Wanting to see the look in her foe's eyes, and wanting to cause as much pain as possible, Brooklyn grabs Stana by the shoulders and cruelly spins her around until they are face-to-face, twisting Stana on the gnarled metal as if she were threading a nut on a bolt.
Katic momentarily stiffened on her haunches before teetering backwards. As she leans back, the rebar is visibly outlined against her skin, showing that it tops out at her sternum. Stana lulls forward, her naked, impaled frame flexing with spasms and convulsions. The broken beauty remains propped up on her haunches with the paralyzing, deadly rebar shoved halfway up her insides. Katic's arms go completely limp, falling at her sides, her fingers sporadically twitching.
Stana's devastated frame eventually stops swaying and the gargling in Katic's throat transforms into sputtering clicks and rattles. Decker watches with sadistic glee as Stana's eyes stop blinking and stare, wide-eyed, ahead. Her hazel pools no longer sparkling with tears, dry and empty. Her lifeless body is propped up by the rusty metal filling her guts. "Fatality," Brooklyn quips, flicking her fingers against Stana's forehead before their surroundings disappear and their digital holograms fade away."
- Submission by jdo90
Stana Katic vs. Brooklyn Decker (Title Match - Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
"If you looked at the Vegas odds for this match before the match began you'd be convinced that Brooklyn was the reigning, unbeatable champ and that Stana was a hapless challenger. Quite to the contrary, Stana was the current champion, albeit one few, if any, respected while Brooklyn was the challenger, though generally perceived by most analysts as the greatest flyweight fighter the CWF had ever seen. This dynamic wasn't just visible in Vegas, it was very much visible in the arena as both fighters approached each other to start the match; the blonde challenger seemed liked she had nary a worry in the world and all the airs of a bona fide champion while Stana seemed terrified of her challenger from the get go.
While they circled each other, Brooklyn began her barrage of trash talk, taunting Stana, "are you sure you don't want to surrender now and let me put a painless end to this match? While it is in virtual reality, the neural links they outfitted us in addition to the normal VR tactile suit make sure we feel everything our virtual fighters do. Trust me when I say they work incredibly well and they only turn off once the win condition is met. I can end this painlessly for you now and take my rightful place as the champion or you can make me fight for it. If you choose the latter, mark my words, you will suffer tremendously and live to regret it."
Stana looked at Brooklyn dumbfounded and replied, "how dare you speak to the champion that way?" While the words were strong the delivery wasn't as it came out sounding more like the voice of a whimpering tabby cat than the proud lion a champion ought to sound like. Brooklyn merely smirked, laughed, and then responded with a cold, menacing voice, "well, I see you chose death, then." Stana gulped and took a step back, clearly taken aback by Brooklyn's declaration. On the other hand, after delivering her threat, Brooklyn immediately bounded towards Stana before launching herself like a missile at her foe. Stana, stunned perhaps half a second too long by Brooklyn's words, found herself bent in half by Brooklyn's shoulder as she is brutally taken to ground by the legendary Brooklyn Decker.
"A SPEAR! BROOKLYN TAKES STANA DOWN IMMEDIATELY WITH A SPEAR TO OPEN THE MATCH," yelled Brooke, one of the commentators. "Yes, well, this is about what one would expect when an aggressive fighter gets in the arena with a far less talented fighter in a high stakes match. I expect Brooklyn to keep the gas pedal down and not relent much in her attack with the possible exception for a little showboating," added Dani, the other commentator.
Brooklyn wasted little time as she continued to press the assault, rolling Stana onto her belly. She quickly sat on Stana's back and pulled Stana's arms onto her thighs before wrapping her hands around Stana's chin. "THE CAMEL CLUTCH LOCKED IN BY BROOKLYN, STANA IS IN TROUBLE NOW," yelled Brooke. Dazed and confused, Stana was unable to resist Brooklyn's moves at all before Brooklyn yanked back on her chin ferociously. Stana immediately yelped as the pain in her back and neck rippled through her like a strike of lightning. Stana began tapping immediately, unable to bear the pain, so clearly overwhelmed by the torture Brooklyn was heaping on her she forgot one important thing.
"Am I seeing this right, Brooke? Is Stana tapping? Surely this is early to be tapping in any match, but to be doing so in a match like this is just...pathetic," Dani continued. Brooklyn laughed sadistically as she cooed to her already mentally defeated foe, "Stana, Stana, Stana...don't you remember the rules on how this match can end? You're mine until I choose to end this match for good. You should have surrendered while you had the chance."
Instead of releasing her, Brooklyn took Stana's repeated tapping on her thigh as encouragement to lean back and pull even harder on Stana's chin, amplifying the damage done to her poor neck and back. Stana cries out in agony as she squirms and flails in an attempt to secure her freedom, but unfortunately for her those struggles do little but to embarrass her. "Any fan of Stana's watching here or at home has to be disappointed," Brooke said, shocked by the one-sided affair unfolding early in the match. "Indeed, Brooke, Stana is simply overmatched here. Unless she can mount some clever counters quickly this match will be a question of when and how, not if, Brooklyn takes the flyweight belt.
Eventually, Brooklyn was satisfied with the damage she inflicted with her camel clutch and let Stana's head fall to the mat. Brooklyn hopped to her feet, struck a pose for her fans, and then lifted Stana up to her feet. Brooklyn then whipped Stana towards the arena walls, smiling as she hears Stana groan from the impact of her back slamming into the limestone wall. Brooklyn cupped her chest and asked the crowd "I think it's time for the girls to have just a little bit of fun with Stana, don't y'all?" She then sprinted straight at Stana and leaped into the air, setting up Brooklyn to hit Stana with her trademark Brooklyn Splash, a truly devastating breast-to-face splash. The commentators are left speechless as Stana's face takes the splash head-on, taking immeasurable damage from it as her legs give out and her body slides slowly down the arena wall.
Brooklyn chooses to arrest this fall, however, as she grabs the barely conscious Stana under the arms, pulls her up slightly, and turns her around so she is facing the wall. Brooklyn slips her right hand around Stana's right thigh while slipping her left around Stana's chin. "OH NO, BROOKLYN IS GOING FOR A TORTURE RACK! STANA'S BACK DOESN'T STAND A CHANCE!" Brooke yelled as Brooklyn lifted Stana onto her back and began pulling down hard on Stana from both her neck and her thigh, bending Stana's back brutally. Stana's agonizing shrieks pierced the eardrums of all those in attendance, but to Brooklyn the shrieks sounded like a wonderful melody, or perhaps a world class orchestra that she, through her violent holds, was the conductor of. Stana's eyes were filled with tears as she tried tapping again, this time to jeers from the crowd, derision from the commentators, and laughs from Brooklyn. "How on earth did a dumb, weak fool like you become champion? You know you can't tap right, so why do you even try? Do you think I will show you any mercy?"
Brooklyn ignored the tap as she continued squeezing for another twenty seconds, before demonstrating her incredible strength and technique that made her the top fighter in the entire flyweight division as she switched her grip on Stana, spinning Stana off and around her neck before slamming Stana viciously onto her knee in a vicious backbreaker. Once again speechless and dumbfounded by Brooklyn's ruthless display, the commentators watched silently in awe, as did the fans, as Brooklyn rolled Stana's body off her knee and onto the arena floor.
Over the course of the next twenty minutes, Brooklyn subjected Stana to painful hold after painful hold, as she moved from targeting her opponents back to just about every other body part and joint Stana had. By the end of it all, Stana was somehow an even more broken and whimpering mess than she was after the torture rack and backbreaker slam, a feat that seemed impossible at the time. Satisfied she sent the message she wanted to, not just to the flyweight division, but to the entire CWF, namely that she is not only the best flyweight fighter but one of the best CWF fighters regardless of weight class, Brooklyn begins to make preparations for the end of the match.
With Stana weak and unable to mount even a token resistance, Brooklyn started her preparations by grabbing a bunch of thin, but strong wire from the weapons rack and bringing it back to where Stana remained laying. "Nighty night, forever," Brooklyn cooed as she lifted up her sports bra and pulls Stana's face into her chest with one hand while using the other to roll back down her top, trapping Stana's face in her buxom prison. Brooklyn then takes one of the wire strands and wraps it around her torso, just above her chest, ensuring the top of her sports bra remains flush with skin, preventing Stana's head from sliding upwards and out of the confines of the sports bra. After tying off the first strand she then wraps a second wire strand around Stana's neck and her torso, at the very bottom of her chest, ensuring that Stana's head can't escape downwards either.
While Brooklyn ties Stana to herself, she enjoys feeling the whimpering moans that escape Stana's lips, knowing that her breast smother is devastating her opponent and draining her of her last drops of air. Brooklyn quickly finishes up the wire tying job by tying their torsos together and by lifting Stana's legs up around her hips and then tying Stana's legs together in that position. Finished with the setup work, Brooklyn walk to one of the staircases leading from the pit to the arena stands and starts to walk up the stairs while carrying Stana's rapidly fading body with her. Once she makes it to first row, she turns left and stands on the edge of the arena wall.
"Are you all ready for me end Stana's night in this arena permanently!?!" Brooklyn yelled to the crowd. The crowd responded with a massive uproar of approval while the commentators both expressed their confusion as to what Brooklyn was planning on doing here. Dani asked perplexedly, "Is she just going to smother her opponent out with her opponent's face trapped in her sports bra? Or does Brooklyn have something more sinister up her sleeve? If the former, why does she need to ascend the arena steps...and if the latter, what's the plan now that she's there?"
Those question were answered as Brooklyn jumped off the 12 foot high arena walls, driving Stana's head directly into the hard arena floor below, while maintaining her breath-stealing, life-draining, soul-sucking breast smother. Stana's croaking, muffled screams of agony from the impact caused Brooklyn's heart to flutter as did the immediately following convulsions. the crowd rose to their feet and gave Brooklyn a standing ovation, celebrating not just her victory, but the dominant way she won, especially the finisher. Despite having sent Stana's virtual form to the afterlife, Brooklyn laid on top of her, breast smother still intact, for an hour extra just to rub in her victory and soak in her return to the position of CWF Flyweight Champion! "Future challengers to Brooklyn's primacy beware, the same fate may meet you!" Brooke warned before signing off."
- Submission by NoAirZone
Lindsey Pelas (53%) defeats Megan Fox (47%)
Megan Fox vs. Lindsey Pelas (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
"At one time the dominant Strawweight Champion, Megan Fox was looking to rekindle some of the fiery magic she once had by slaying intimidating blonde newcomer, Lindsey Pelas. Having already left the current Flyweight Champion, Stana Katic, in a naked, twitching, twisted pile of limbs in her debut, Pelas was looking to add another sparkly notch to her belt in just her second fight. Though with the stakes of tonight's battle, she'd likely need more than a suffocating breast smother to finish off Fox.
Megan had already pushed Lindsey well past the point Katic had physically, but as the blonde exhaustedly pulled herself back to her feet just a few short steps away, Fox was unable to do the same this time. Ever the shit-talker, Megan had finally been silenced; a throaty mewl for oxygen all she could muster as she windedly squirmed in the suffocatingly hot sand. Pelas' heaving, naked orbs gently teardropped and swayed as she pushed upright from where she'd landed, suplexing a stunned Foxy across the unforgiving arena floor. Lindsey swept sweat-caked strands of her blonde locks from her eyes and twisted her disheveled mane back into a tight pony tail, straightening and posturing her nude form high above the crumpled brunette at her feet. Pelas' bronzed, impossibly curvy frame poured with heavy beads of sweat as she exhaustedly lurched forward and approached the downed Fox, her arms unsteadily quaking before they stiffened with resolve at the prospects of finally finishing this brutal affair.
Megan's piercing bulbs widened as her mouth still hung agape, spilling a breathless stream of drool down her chin as her legs began to churn in the sand once she felt Lindsey at her back. Her rosy-painted nails clawed in vain as she made little progress; her nude, beaten form little more than a crumpled, twisted heap of flesh, unable to find traction as she clumsily squirmed no more than a few inches forward before her dark mane was snagged. A throaty heave erupted from her lips as Pelas pulled up on her scalp, lifting her naked, mushrooming bosom from the sand. With a resigned grunt, Megan rolled to her back and finally faced her attacker; her lithe, panting abdomen flexing as Lindsey bent down and traced her free hand over Megan's navel. With a sharp, abbreviated squeal, Megan's naked torso suddenly stiffened as the blonde traced her digits between Megan's gently parting thighs, then without warning tugged on the thin landing strip of pubic hair shaven above her cunt. Following in-tow, Megan rose at Lindsey's command, obendiently heeling as Pelas ruthlessly yanked her to her feet.
Lindsey was hardly content with the punishment she'd dished out, dipping her shoulder and draping Megan's delicate frame over her neck before lifting into an Argentine Backbreaker. Fox breathlessly howled as her toned, spent body was wrenched and contorted into a crippling "C" as Lindsey made sure to dig one set of talons into the inside of Megan's thigh, the other cupping her slender throat. Megan recklessly flung blind elbows toward Lindsey's midsection below, taking hunks of flesh with her strikes at an alarming rate for the blonde, refusing to submit to the fate awaiting the loser. Pelas winced with each blow that found its mark, staggering toward the center of the arena and nearly bowing out of the hold by genuflecting to a knee. Just when cutting her losses seemed to be the only option, Pelas ruthlessly dropped to her knees with a jarring Argentine Backbreaker Drop, crunching the writhing brunette's spine over her shoulders. Megan's jaw slung agape as her body limply dangled over Lindsey's rippling back, deathly silent for the first time all night as she melted in the blonde's grasp.
A sickening *CRUNCH* erupted with a series of snaps and buckles as Megan's limbs went limp, her naked torso twitching as she wailed at full-throat. The brunette's eyes glazed vacantly over as her once-lively frame wilted to a motionless stop, crippled by the bone-crunching backbreaker. No longer able to resist with her spinal cord buckled, Pelas shifted her weight and pulled Megan's limp, twitching torso over her shoulder. The brunette mewled and gurgled as her twisted features came face-to-chest with Pelas' overflowing bosom, blubbering before her entire skull disappeared between Lindsey's swelling orbs. Megan could muster little more than a few fleshy pitches and convulsions as she was awkwardly twisted and suffocated by Pelas' heaving chest, her naked lower half gently, limply swaying with each merciless wringing of her frame by the blonde. The brunette's plump, bronzed slit peeked out from between her slender thigh gap as her painted toes curled, seemingly on the precipice of breathing her last breath before another jarring *SNAP* exploded from Pelas' bosom. With Megan helplessly sucking in her last few breaths, Lindsey mercilessly swaddled the back of Fox's cranium, tucking her smooshed features even tighter to her sternum before twisting the brunette's neck half a revolution. Megan's naked frame pitched with one last series of convulsions before stiffening over the blonde's shoulder, then finally Pelas tossed the crumpled corpse to the sand at her feet. Megan's glossy bulbs stared blankly skyward as her neck awkwardly bent sideways, tits up, her slender thighs easing into the splits as Lindsey planted a heel on her naked sternum, mushrooming her bosom flat to her chest, victorious over another fallen Champion."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Megan Fox vs. Lindsey Pelas (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
"What began as a relatively even and back-and-forth fight between one of the up and coming young stars of the CWF's Bantamweight Division, Lindsey Pelas and former CWF Strawweight Division Champion, Megan Fox eventually turned ugly for one fighter. However, before that happened the match lived up to hype and billing of the match as a high intensity bout between an experienced former champion and the best rookie to hit the scene in some time. Lindsey had used her raw power and natural ability in the ring to inflict severe damage to Megan's body with various submission holds including a torture rack and a boston crab, while Megan, in addition to pulling off a clever headscissor on Lindsey, used weapons effectively to even up the fight. With both fighters wearing VR tactile suits with neural links configured to trigger the exact same feelings their virtual representations would up until the end of the fight, it is easy to imagine just how fatigued they must feel in the game and in actuality.
With both fighters clearly dealing heavily with the fatigue and physical damage associated with this match, both fighters wanted to end this match quickly. When Megan Fox had managed to get Lindsey on her back following some clever moves in the corner, she intended to capitalize quickly. Megan climbed the top rope and leaped from it with her knees pointed directly at Lindsey's massive chest, hoping the damage would leave Lindsey dazed enough for her to grab one of the many available weapons and finally put an end to the match.
Unfortunately for Lindsey was able to roll out of the way, allowing Megan to crash into the mat and be left clutching her knees while howling in agony. Lindsey quickly seized advantage as after getting up, she pulled Megan up and whipped her into the corner. Megan's back slammed into the turnbuckle, dazing her a little. She tried to clear the mental fog, but by the time she did and saw Lindsey charging at her with a full head of steam, it was far, far too late.
Lindsey leapt into the air and the subsequent splash stunned the audience and caused Megan to collapse in a heap, unable to withstand the sheer force of Lindsey Pelas' 32F breasts slamming into her face at that speed. Lindsey dragged Megan's crumpled body to the center of the ring and pulled Megan's legs apart in a grapevine hold. Megan's shrieks of agony could have been heard miles away as Lindsey continues to abuse Megan's legs.
After 15 seconds of making her point, Lindsey cups her chest, taunting her opponent and showboating for the crowd. The crowd goes insane, while Megan shakes her head, disappointed in herself and terrified about what's to come. "Get ready to head to the No Air Zone, Megan...forever!" Lindsay pulls off her bikini top and then pins Megan's hands above her head while letting her tits descend onto Megan's face as she begins to smother her poor opponent out.
As Megan's breath is drained and strength is sapped, Lindsey gets increasingly confident in her position and lets go of Megan's hands, preferring to wrap her arms around the back of Megan's head and pull her deep into her devastating cleavage. All the fans gasp in amazement or horror depending on who they were a fan of as practically all of Megan's head (besides the hair) disappears into Lindsey's rack. After a mere 40 seconds in the hold, Megan's body goes limp as she passes out.
However, as we know this match can only end one way, so Lindsey keeps the life-draining breast smother locked on and lets her tits continue to devour Megan's face. Not too long after, Megan's VR representation's vitals flatline and Lindsey lifts her tits up to begin her celebration."
- Submission by NoAirZone
Ariel Winter (64%) defeats Taylor Swift (36%)
Taylor Swift vs. Ariel Winter (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
"You should have STUCK....to SINGING....BITCH!!" Winter shouted through panting breaths, emphasizing each word with a weighted gut punch that staggered Taylor more with every stacked strike. Suddenly the brunette detonated an explosive knee into Taylor's hanging jaw, erupting with a gruff grunt as her head slung backwards as if she'd been in a violent collision. Swift's knees limply knocked before she wilted to her backside, her aqua peepers rolling into the back of her skull as her gangly limbs fell slack to her sides, spread eagle and completely laid out in the sand before the stalking raven. Winter had started out the fight clad in a heroic white bikini top and matching thong, the struggling cups only managing to contain her mammoth D-cups for a handful of seconds before they failed and slid askew. Her sweat-soaked bottoms clung to her hips as she ripped Swift up by the scalp, only to double the platinum-haired beaty right back over with a thunderous uppercut to Swifts' navel.
Swift's pert, but comparatively diminutive bosom twitched and quaked with unconscious pitches as her sternum convulsed, slipping in and out of consciousness as Ariel decided to level the playing field. Winter sensually peeled Taylor out of her top and bottoms, shimmying the blonde's panties over her ankles and flinging the moist clump of material into the stands before doing the same with her lacy bra. Taylor instinctively pinched her thighs together to hide her exposed mound despite the haze she was stuck in, only to have Ariel admonish the singer by clapping her quaking hands away.
A perplexed frown slid across Winter's face as she inquisitively observed Taylor's heaving bosom and the thin, sleek landing strip neatly shaven above her exquisite pussy; "So those are the goods you're too prude to ever show off? I've seen better... You know, I thought you'd have a bit more fight. I guess that punky persona is horseshit".
With that, Ariel plopped her curvy frame atop Taylor's belly, making sure to grind her plump ass against the blonde's winded frame to suck even more life from her lungs. Ariel suddenly wrapped both her palms around Taylor's throat and cinched her digits into a rigid noose, centering her weight over Swift's sternum and constricting her fingers as taut as possible. Taylor breathlessly sputtered up mouthfuls of drool as her delicate throat strained, the veins in her neck popping and crackling as Ariel's fleshy garrote remained unrelenting. Taylor's flushed features began to turn a dark shade of purple before finally there was a sickening snap, her body lifelessly stiffening before turning to putty as the weakened veins in her neck crackled like stalks of celery underneath Ariel's immense pressure, finally buckling. With a dismissive scoff, Ariel climbed off her spasming mount and left the clean-up to her crew."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Keira Knightley vs. Katrina Bowden
Katrina Bowden (55%) defeats Keira Knightley (45%)
Keira Knightley vs. Katrina Bowden (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
"Despite being the slight betting favorite thanks in part to the perceived 'revenge factor', the fiery Brit wore the bloody marks of someone who was simply overmatched by Bowden's length and skill. Having dismantled Keira alongside her partner, Stacy Keibler, in their previous Tag bout just weeks ago, Katrina instead picked up right where she left off; picking apart her prey with stunning precision. Already left naked and twitching, tits up and spread eagle for the numerous ringside cameras to invade her lithe body in their last fight, Keira's fate would be far worse on this night.
The scrawny Knightley's milky white frame was coated with drips and spatters of crimson, a deep gash having opened up above her left eye early on and leaked across her bare frame throughout. Katrina's bronzed, statuesque frame towered in stark contrast to Knightley's, both girls having been stripped stark nude after a rather catty opening few moments.
A woozy Knightley clumsily two-stepped opposite a pursuing Bowden, attempting to mitigate the gangly blonde's interminable reach advantage by tossing a klutzy inside leg kick toward Katrina's front knee that caught more air than flesh. The spirited blonde instead athletically sidestepped Keira's kick and slung a knuckled backhand into her hanging chin, catching the brunette flush and nearly knocking her out cold on her feet. Bowden attempted to follow her thunderous strike with a wild roundhouse kick, but Keira was already teetering, her knees buckling before knocking together and collapsing lifelessly to her backside. The stunned brunette's limbs scattered spread eagle as she hit with a weighted thud in the sand, her torso spasming as she clung to consciousness, the roar of the crowd literally shaking the virtual arena as tens of thousands rose in unison.
Keira alertly rolled out from underneath a hammering stomp, her silky brown hair just whipping out of the way before being snagged by Katrina's heel. Instead of gracefully twisting to her feet, Keira's limbs faltered, spilling awkwardly to her belly instead. Knightley let out a gruff squeal as Katrina twisted her fingers around a sweaty clump of her hair and straightened the brunette up to her knees, equipping and unraveling a jagged wire garrote in her opposite palm.
Katrina ruthlessly twirled the garrote around the Brit's throat and planted her heel between Keira's bony shoulder blades, extending her pendulous gam and bowing Knightley's slender frame into a vicious modified Kneeling Surfboard. Keira's fingers desperately pried at the biting wire noose, the bulging veins in her delicate neck crackling as Kat's leg straightened completely, cutting off every possible ounce of oxygen. The fading brunette sputtered and squirmed, her naked torso twisting and twitching as she began to slump to her haunches under the immense pressure being put on her windpipe, the jagged blades of the barbed wire noose leaving red streaks through her straining throat as she struggled more deeply. Somewhat unnerved by the brunette's relentless spasming and refusal to die, Bowden brutally cranked one end of the garrote as if she was ripping the cord of a lawn mower. The barbed cable sickeningly cut deep into the Brit's neck, slicing her throat open as a heavy spurt of blood burst forth and coated her naked sternum. Equally stunned and overjoyed that it was finally over, Bowden released the handles of the garrote and allowed the brunette to spill face-first to the sandy pit below in a pool of her own blood, her bubbly derrière pointing skyward, her plump pussy lips peeking out from between her gently split thighs as she gurgled her last few breaths. To a chorus of deafening applause Katrina planted a victorious boot on Keira's upturned ass, soaking in her victory as Knightley's corpse began to sag in the sand, her legs sliding into the splits as her body fell deathly still."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Olivia Munn vs. Rosie Huntington
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley (42%) *UPSETS* Olivia Munn (58%) via RNG
Olivia Munn vs. Rosie Huntington-Whiteley (Virtual Reality Gladiatrix Deathmatch)
"Both girls were rapidly panting as they stood opposite one another, only weighed down by the intense gravity of the moment now that Munn had been stripped of the last shred of clothing between them. Olivia's intense, cutting resolve was in stark contrast to the timid nature of her foe making her first start, but Rosie had answered every tester Olivia could muster and was finally starting to show her own determination and cattiness. Finally fed up with the blonde's resiliency, Olivia had resorted to equipping herself with a long wooden club, which she could foolishly hardly lift. Munn's weighted, fleshy C-cups gently teardropped and swung as she teetered on her heels, her tiny golden brown nipples stiffening in the cooling night air. Rosie confidently snickered opposite Olivia as she elevator-eyed the naked, dripping brunette, proud of her handiwork at having stripped Munn of her thin, string bottoms and finally leveled the playing field in terms of humiliation inflicted. However, Munn was unbothered, not even caring enough to shield the neatly manicured bush of pubic hair shaven above her sleek, plump slit. She was singularly focused.
Just as Rosie went to open her mouth for some trash talk, her barb was cut off by a sudden charge from Olivia, attempting to club the blonde in the side of the head with the deadly bat. Rosie reflexively reached up and caught Olivia's wrist with both hands, stopping the strike of her weakening foe but dropping the steel blade she'd secretly nabbed, wailing as she was awkwardly driven back-first into the concrete arena wall behind her. The backpedaling blonde struggled and squealed as her feet clumsily churned, her perky chest heaving as she frenziedly gulped mouthfuls of oxygen. Rosie grit her teeth as she struggled to overpower a possessed Munn, the two locking in a mortal struggle before Olivia carelessly whipped her forehead into Rosie's mouth. A crimson mist sloshed from Huntington's pursed lips as her head slung backwards with whiplash, letting out a throaty grunt as she sagged against the near wall. As Rosie hoarsely wailed and recoiled, Olivia mercilessly ripped up the sulking blonde by her platinum locks and slung her across the sandy pit. Rosie's slender belly pumped as though she'd been engaged in this brutal war for hours, limply flopping to her stomach in the center of the pit, her limbs gracelessly fumbling for traction as Olivia stalked her downed foe for the finish.
Before Rosie could react, Olivia crudely slung the heavy club into the arched small of her back, letting out an agonized groan as she was flattened to the sand below, hoarsely mewling as Olivia towered over her, paralyzed by the bone-rattling strike. A mouthful of blood poured from between Rosie's lips as she pressed to all fours, her limbs staggering to hold her weight as her head swirled, stealthily scooping up the steel shank she'd previously fumbled and pinning it to her hip as Olivia circled to her front. Posturing as if she was resigned to her fate, Rosie throatily whimpered as the brunette pulled her to her knees with a commanding tug on her silky locks, her bare bosom rapidly panting in frenzied desperation. With a smug grin, Olivia drew the club behind her and attempted to rotate through a decapitating baseball swing, only Rosie didn't stay put. As Olivia's reckless swing whooshed past, Rosie artfuly dipped underneath and thrust her stumpy blade into Olivia's exposed rib cage.
"GGGGGGRRRLLLLGGGHH" Olivia throatily gurgled in horror, choking up a mouthful of blood across her naked sternum as Rosie plunged the blade into soft flesh, grating across bone as it sunk up to the hilt. Munn's bulbs bulged wide as she drunkenly drifted and stumbled into the far wall at her back, fumbling the club to the ground as her limbs began to quake uncontrollably, Rosie following close behind. Their two naked, delicate frames suddenly blended together as a fleshy *CRUNCH* erupted from between their toned abdomens, Olivia's bulging shoulder blades grating against the unforgiving concrete at her back under their combined weight. The crowd was blinded as Olivia's frame delicately draped over Rosie's, turning to putty in the blonde's hands, her dark painted eyelashes daintily fluttering as a heavy stream of crimson began to slowly leak down the insides of her bronzed thighs, drenching her bushy mound of pubic hair, staining her pink kitty lips a dark shade of crimson. Rosie's eyes remained transfixed on Olivia's as they began to glaze over, a thin sheen of sweat glistening over the brunette's body as Rosie pulled back just enough to reveal the shaft of the dagger buried deep in Olivia's swelling underboob, a second impaling strike now opening the brunette's abdomen up. Olivia's mouth dropped agape as the shank impaled her quaking breast, the supple flesh mushrooming against the hilt of the blade, awkwardly twitching as she began to strenuously pant and struggle to draw oxygen.
The brunette tenderly rested her chin on Rosie's shoulder as she began to spasm uncontrollably, gurgling up a mouthful of blood before it leaked down the blonde's naked, arched back. With a ferocious twist of her wrist Rosie drew the blade down past Olivia's navel, slicing her belly wide open and gutting the raven-haired Munn, tearing through flesh until the blade shred and gashed clean through Olivia's cunt, splitting her lips and tearing her apart straight up the abdomen. Olivia gently whimpered as she started to go limp, but Rosie made sure to hold Olivia up with a free arm wrapped underneath her armpit, the brunette's quaking tits mushrooming against Rosie's as she pressed her sternum into Olivia's chest to hold her upright. After another agonizing moment, Olivia's knees finally buckled and collapsed, folding lifelessly over her own legs as she bled out in a pool of her own insides."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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