PPV 42
Demi Rose Mawby (56%) defeats Jordan Carver (44%)
Jordan Carver vs. Demi Rose Mawby
"After a brief and anything-but scintillating stint as a semi-professional boxer, Jordan Carver joined the CWF ranks with something to prove, at least to herself it seemed. Thanks to her limited background in competitive fighting, even if that background only consisted of a boxing loss to a porn star, the bosomy brunette had a cult following in the betting world before she'd even stepped in the ring. While there weren't many busts on the planet that could rival Carver's, Demi Rose Mawby sure didn't shy away from the challenge. An impressive headscissor submission victory over Melissa Debling in her debut proved that Mawby was no pushover, and despite her smaller stature she was quick and efficient in turning this bout into a stunner.
Jordan hoarsely wailed and blubbered as Demi sauntered toward the center of the ring with an arrogant conviction, the Trier-native trailing with heavy, dragging heels as Rose tugged Carver's ragged pony tail to keep her close. A bottomless Carver gruffly shrieked as Demi yanked her upright by the scalp, straightening the brunette to her full height before pulling her eye-to-eye. The battered Carver's glossy bulbs just didn't have the same gleam or flicker after taking such a thorough beating, and once the Brit got a first-hand look that assured her Jordan was done, she looked to put a neat little bow on her dominant victory.
Carver helplessly shielded her naked crotch as Demi kept her wobbly, drunken frame from teetering over; one hand twisting around her sweat-matted locks while the other slid down to her heaving chest, bunching and balling Jordan's heroic top in her fist for added leverage. Carver pathetically mewled as her massive, swelling tits spilled out the bottom of her rising top until she was wearing it like a necklace around her clavicles, teardropping toward the canvas as she hunched slightly at the waist. Her toned, flexing abdomen scrunched and panted as Demi suddenly twirled in a half-circle to pick up some much needed speed and momentum.
With one hand firmly gripping the brunette's scalp and the other prying at what was left of her spandex bra, Mawby ruthlessly spun through a vicious Hair-Mare; snapping Carver through a full front flip and dumping the bawling brunette cranium and spine-first into the mat. Jordan's frame awkwardly twisted through a full revolution before spiking the canvas; her long, painted lashes fluttering as she skid to a lifeless stop on her backside, staring blankly up at the rafters. Throatily blubbering and twitching, but still conscious, Carver simply let out a meek whimper as Rose slid forward and lowered her newly freed bosom over Jordan's features, enveloping the woozy, wilted brunette's cranium with her pillowy tits.
Muffled squeals erupted from the fleshy tomb as Jordan bucked and kicked with everything she had left, her naked frame twisting and pitching with convulsions as Demi kept her breast smother stapled to the mat, suffocating the brunette until her limbs finally fell to the ground, landing with a weighted thud. Demi beamed ear-to-ear as she traced one hand down to cup Carver's left breast; palming the massive, pancaking orb until the flesh overflowed through her digits. The count finally came as Jordan's breath gave-out, her chicken-winged gams falling into the splits as her protests stopped altogether; her naked, waxed slit on invasive display as Mawby reached down and hooked one of Carver's thighs for the 3-count."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Jordan Carver vs. Demi Rose Mawby
"Demi Rose and Jordan Carver was a battle of relatively new fighters in the CWF that was certainly going to be electric. From the moment the match was scheduled both fighters had been jawing on Twitter, Instagram, and really anywhere else they could with both promising to knock the other out.
The rookie, Jordan Carver, got off to a hot start as a dirty knee to Demi's belly in the initial collar-and-elbow lockup set her up to deliver an early Irish Whip to Demi Rose. Demi's back slams into the turnbuckle while her arms rest on the top rope, stunned by the early turn of events. Jordan Carver cups her chest, drawing roars from the crowd as she runs at the stunned Demi Rose. Jordan leaps into the air after she closed the distance before slamming her massive chest into the shocked face of Demi, giving her a face full of jug. That tit-to-face splash knocked Demi off her legs as she collapsed to the mat, devastated by the massive power of Jordan Carver's slam.
Demi tries to shake the cobwebs out of her head, but Jordan tries to take advantage of her position before Demi can recover as she grabs Demi by the hair and pulls her out of the corner and stuffs Demi's head between her legs. "Time for you to kickstart my career with an easy KO, Demi," Jordan exclaims as she lifts Demi up onto her shoulders, setting Demi up for a nasty powerbomb. Unfortunately for Jordan, Demi was still relatively fresh given the match had just started and was able to slam a few punches into Jordan's face before a swing of her hips forward allowed Demi to force Jordan to lose her balance and fall backwards.
Demi's ass slams onto Jordan's face, causing devastating damage to Jordan as Jordan ends up seeing stars as one of the biggest asses in CWF crushes her into mat. "Oh Jordan, Jordan, Jordan, you didn't think this match would be that easy now did you? Time to show you why you don't mess with me or anyone in the NoAirZone stable," Demi said as she bounces her ass repeatedly down on Jordan's face. "Should I put you out under my ass now, or should I ratchet up the pain?" Demi asked aloud.
Hearing the roar of the fans, Demi decided it was time to put on a show and that she did as over the next 15 minutes, Demi showed off a combination of technical prowess and raw power that should set her up for real success going forward as she subjected Jordan Carver to scissors, splashes, a torture rack, and much, much more. After a wicked slam to the canvas, Demi picked Jordan up once more, this time pulling her into a bearhug. Demi used her powerful arms to create significant pressure on Jordan's back which only compounded the previous abuse she suffered.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!" Jordan screamed as Demi poured on the pain. Demi enjoyed hearing Jordan's cries and the sight of Jordan's pain-stricken face and heaving chest, knowing she was the cause of it all. Then suddenly, her view went pitch black and she couldn't hear the cries anymore.
Demi had gotten overconfident and hadn't noticed Jordan shuffling those previously flailing legs up onto her waist to lock on a body scissor or the danger of Jordan's boobs moving towards her face until Jordan gave the first hard squeeze with the scissor hold and had buried her deep in a powerful breast smother. With Jordan's arms wrapped tightly around the back of Demi's head, keeping Demi's head wedged deep into her breasts and Jordan's ankles crossed behind Demi's back, the body scissor-breast smother was locked in tight. In a crazy turn of the tables, Demi was now the only person suffering in this hold as she supported Jordan's weight fully while suffering a devastating combo hold that Jordan spent the last vestiges of her strength to lock in, a hail mary attempt to pick up the win.
"MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!" Demi screamed as she was trapped in one of the most draining breast smothers she'd ever been in, not quite as effective as Lindsey Pelas' or Lucy Pinder's, but more effective than one from a great smotherer like Melissa Debling. Demi's mind was filled anger, unwilling to believe she let herself get caught like this and unwilling to lose after dominating the match for so long.
Recognizing there's no easy way to free herself from the hold in this position, Demi decided to get creative. Demi took a couple bounding steps forwards before leaping into the air, carrying Jordan with her. Jordan was taken by complete surprise here as Demi slams Jordan back-first into the mat. Jordan's already exhausted body was taken past its limits by this slam as her arms and legs splay out, almost lifeless to the side, her breathing weak and labored.
Demi, now released from the breast smother and the body scissor, slides up Jordan's body and turns around before dropping her massive derriere over the glassy-eyed face of Jordan Carver. Jordan weakly flails and struggles, but given how weak her body is from the previous domination in the round, there's nothing she can do to escape Demi's terrifying ass prison as her few remaining breaths of air are quickly drained by Demi's famous reverse facesit. "Turns out instead of kickstarting your career, I turned you in my Throne of Roses, Jordan. Nighty night, bitch," Demi growled while posing in celebratory fashion of her defeated foe. A few moments later, the rookie passes out while Demi racks up another win and shows she may be a potential T&A champion in the making."
- Submission by NoAirZone
Trish Stratus (65%) defeats Stacy Keibler (35%)
Stacy Keibler vs. Trish Stratus
"Stacy Keibler, through her pre-match snarky comments about her "much older" opponent and blind siding and stripping a fellow WWE alum, had dug herself in a very deep hole. Now, with her teammates Alexa Bliss and Katrina Bowden forced to leave ringside, she was forced to face Trish without any outside interference. Stacy, despite gaining a small advantage at the beginning of the fight, using underhanded attacks to slow down her rival, was only able to delay the inevitable. Trish looked as if she hadn't missed a step, flawlessly executing signature move after signature move on her leggy foe.
Trish, after landing a stunning bulldog, drilling Keibler face-first into the canvas, grabs onto the hem of Stacy's top and snatches it off. Keibler shrieks, wrapping her arms over her chest in an attempt to shield her hot pink bra inadvertently allowing Trish access to Stacy's black booty shorts. The crowd roars with approval as Trish trips Stacy's shorts down her long legs, unveiling the blonde's treasured ass, clad in black, bikini-cut panties. Stratus' face breaks into a wide grin as she tosses Stacy's clothes out of the ring, basking in the cheers of the crowd.
Keibler, with her hands glued to her crotch and ass, slowly rises to her feet. Her face is flushed with an embarrassing shade of red. She stalks behind Trish and lands a horrific spinning heel kick, dropping Trish to the canvas. Stacy squats down and grabs Trish by the cheeks, shaking her uncomprehending face, and taunts her foe, "You thought you could humiliate me in front of all these losers in the crowd?! You thought you could just strip me and get away with it? News flash, bitch, it's not 2001 anymore!"
Stacy lands a crisp slap to Trish's face and stand over her foe's body, facing her feet. Stacy bends at the waist, lifts Trish's hips up and hooks her fingers into the waistband of Stratus' pants. The dastardly diva begins yanking the pants, revealing Trish's thong-clad ass to the jeering, yet appreciative, crowd. Keibler beams with delight, hoisting her rival's legs up high and slowly, teasingly pulling Trish's pants off, unveiling her entire ass until, suddenly, Trish wraps her legs around Stacy's torso, hooking them under her arms, and flips Stacy over.
Trish plants her thong-clad tush on Stacy's shocked, protesting features, grabs her long, kicking legs and hooks them under her arms causing Keibler's amazing ass to rise skyward. Stacy's entire face us buried deep in Trish's ass, due in part to her frantically shaking her head and Trish tauntingly wiggling her hip. Stacy's nose has dug it's way between her rival's cheeks and her tightly shut eyes are mercilessly blinded by a pair of firm, tan buns. Keibler's sight and smell have been stolen, devoid of any use by Trish's backside, leaving only the sense of touch left. Stacy, with her other two senses robbed, had a heightened sense of touch and could feel Trish's fingers lightly brush down her bent spine. She felt those same fingers curl into the waistband of her panties, sending the leggy blonde into hysterics. "NO! NONONOOO!" Keibler squeals but, with her voice muffled by Trish's ass, all that could be heard was, "MPH! MPHMPHMMMPH!" Trish broke into a wide grin as she effortlessly peeled Stacy's panties up her erratically kicking legs until they were completely removed. Trish climbs off of Stacy and hoists the black panties above her head. Trish has, for the first time ever, stripped Stacky Keibler of her panties, unveiling the leggy blondes smoothly-shaven pussy and bare, sun-kissed ass to the entire world.
The roar of the crowd is deafening as the men clamor in appreciation and the strobes from the photographers at ringside and in the crowd illuminate Stacy with their flashing strobe lights. Stacy is completely distraught, hysterically sobbing and throwing an absolute temper tantrum. She hastily scurries to her feet, her hands glued to her ass and crotch as Trish holds Keibler's panties high above her head. She glares at Trish and, taking a page out of Maria Kanellis' book, tries to take advantage of her rival's turned back. She sprints forward, her arm swinging out at Trish. But, sensing the canvas rumble, Stratus bends down and Stacy's arm swings through the air. The momentum causes Keibler to awkwardly twirl on her heels until she gets dropped by a brutal roundhouse kick from Stratus, dropping the bottomless blonde. Trish mounts Stacy, grabs one of her mile-long legs and pulls it up high, pinning Keibler and giving the fans and photographers a great view of her exposed snatch. The referee performs an emphatic three count and raises Trish's arm in victory.
Stacy curls up in a fetal position, softly sobbing as Trish stands vicariously over her body. "You're right, Stacy. It isn't 2001 anymore. Stripping you to your bra and panties just doesn't cut it anymore, " Trish squats down and whispers in Stacy's ear, "Just know what I did to you tonight was mild. You and your two little friends won't be able to show your bitchy faces in public once we get through with all of you." Trish punctuates her statement by balling up Keibler's discarded panties and shoving them in the blonde's quivering mouth, physically and symbolically shutting her up for the night."
- Submission by jdo90
Alexa Bliss vs. Maria Kanellis
Maria Kanellis (51%) defeats Alexa Bliss (49%)
Alexa Bliss vs. Maria Kanellis
"Alexa Bliss, the self-proclaimed Goddess, Queen of the CWF, was making her debut tonight. A thunderous noise booms through the crowd once Bliss' electronic music hits. The eruption of noise is a chaotic mixture of boos and cheers. Many fans were happy to see the 5 foot blonde make her debut at the pre-fight press conference... and, on the other hand, many were less than thrilled at her haughty attitude. To add to the disdain, Miss Bliss had aligned herself with two of the most dastardly divas on the roster, teaming up with Stacy Keibler and Katrina Bowden. Nevertheless, the crowd's enthusiastic sound made one thing clear -- Alex's Bliss was going to draw a lot of attention and, as they say, any publicity is good publicity.
Alexa Bliss was flanked by her leggy teammates as she waltzed down the ramp. Alexa's athletic frame is garbed in her traditional attire, a black and pink lycra sports bra, matching booty shorts and knee-high boots. Stacy and Katrina were garbed in cleavage-boosting hot pink tank tops. The accompanying blonde's sunkissed asscheeks playfully peeked out of the bottoms of their skin-tight, black booty shorts. Stacy and Katrina stood on the outskirts of the ring, cheering on their new teammate. The three blondes smiles were wiped off their faces when a very energetic Maria Kanellis same sprinting down the ramp, ready to put on a show for the capacity crowd.
The battle between Alexa and Maria turned into an all out war! Both beauties traded blows, neither backing down. Through the course of their intense battle there were several close calls. The referee, on several occasions, was only milliseconds away from counting a pin fall before the pinned diva would raise her shoulder or kick out of the pin. Stacy and Katrina looked worried. They knew that they needed to help Alexa gain the upper hand and, judging by the exhausted state of both ladies in the ring, they needed to do it quickly.
The devious duo trade affirming nods and break into action. Stacy hops onto the ring apron and drapes her leg over the middle rope, bending over and poking her ass out, appearing as if she's about to enter the ring. The referee turns his attention to the leggy blonde, ordering her to get off the apron. As the two argue, Katrina runs to the opposite side of the ring and hops on the apron. Maria blindly backs into Katrina. The conniving blonde hooks Maria's arms behind her back, trapping her.
Alexa, taking advantage of the situation, bounces off the ropes and sprints toward Maria. Stacy sees Alexa running at Maria and, knowing Alexa is about to knock out the brunette, slowly climbs off the apron and apologizes to the referee. Alexa leaps up and slings her elbow forward. The point of her elbow connects with a thud, slamming against a jaw. Bowden collapses off the apron, her lithe body curling in a heap on the floor below. At the last possible second, Maria was able to break free from Katrina's grip and evade the attack, causing Bliss to strike Katrina instead. The short blonde gasped and leaned over the ropes, apologizing profusely at her writhing teammate.
Maria, taking advantage, drops to her knees, hooks her arm between Alexa's mouthwatering thighs and rolls her up for a pin. The maneuver caught Bliss by complete surprise! All she can do is kick her feet as the referee counts to three, awarding the victory to Maria. Kanellis jumps for joy and claps her hands, celebrating her victory. After a screaming and kicking temper tantrum, Bliss stands up and motions for Stacy to get in the ring. The two blondes sneak behind Maria and club her in the back of the head with a double clothesline, sending Maria face-first to the canvas. A chorus of boos rain down as Stacy and Alexa brutally stomp Maria into the canvas. The ring bell repeatedly clangs as Kanellis gets obliterated. Bowden eventually gets to her feet and joins her teammates in stomping the poor brunette.
Once Maria is barely conscious, the villainous trio viciously strip off her clothes, brutally ripping off her lycra pants and top before ripping off her black cotton bra. Just as Alexa grabs onto Maria's panties, Trish Stratus sprints down the ring. As soon as as Bowden's eyes catch a glimpse of Stratus, the taller blonde scurries away. Trish sends a barrage of punches and kicks to Bliss, sending her tumbling out of the ring. The referee, finally regaining order, orders Bliss and Katrina to leave, forcing the conniving blondes to the back. "What?! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Stacy protests, stomping her foot as security escorts her teammates to the back and into their locker room. Trish consoles Maria, offering her a robe to cover up with and helping her to her feet, as Stacy continues arguing with the ref. Maria, wrapped up in a red silk robe, thanks Trish. "Kick that leggy loser's ass for me," Maria grimaced, holding her back in pain. Trish nods and gives Maria a hug before turning her attention to Stacy, practically foaming at the mouth to get her hands on her old rival."
- Submission by jdo90
Alix Lynx (55%) defeats Raven Alexis (45%)
Raven Alexis vs. Alix Lynx
"You couldn't ask for a more delectable blonde versus brunette match-up. These two had done it all; modeling, fetish wrestling, porn, and now they were trying their hand at professional wrestling. Well, based on her previous fights, it was debatable whether Alix Lynx was a 'professional' wrestler just yet. Looking to put a pair of brutal losses to two of her stablemates, Stana Katic and Cali Logan behind her, Alix was intent from the opening bell to welcome Raven to the league with a bang.
With a ferocity that we simply hadn't seen from the blonde, Lynx had invoked her namesake and torn into the bewildered brunette before she even knew what hit her. Never one to shy away from the cameras in her past, Raven Alexis was practically doe-eyed under the heavy overhead lights, mounting little more than token resistance as Alix took her apart limb-by-limb, littering the ring with torn shreds of clothing until Raven could do little but helplessly shield her naked form in the corner. Standing proudly topless herself, Alix stalked the retreating brunette and slung a vicious backhand slap into Raven's teardropping chest, a mist of sweat erupting as she throatily wailed and swaddled her stinging bosom, stumbling into the ropes at her back. Alexis sagged to half her height before being persuaded back upright, only to have Lynx rear back and sling a gutting knee into her pussy.
Raven immediately melted to the canvas at Alix's feet, wailing and meekly pawing at her pulsing kitty in crippling agony.
"Now that's a more familiar position, isn't it?!" Alix callously cooed from above, straddling the brunette's head and shoulders as Raven languished on all fours, her legs sliding into a revealing split.
Feeding off her snowballing momentum, Alix sloppily licked three of her fingers and craned her gangly frame over Raven's, devilishly tracing her palm over the brunette's bubbly, upturned ass before parting Raven's plump slit with her dripping digits. Alexis responded with a resigned whimper as Alix pumped her fingers deeper, toying with the brunette until her spent frame began to rhythmically rock and pant in unison, her naked, teardropping tits pendulously swaying with each pump. Lost in her own lust, Raven was oblivious as Alix positioned herself more carefully above, straddling the brunette's slender neck with her thighs and gently tightening until she had the makings of a suffocating head scissor waiting to be sprung.
"Nighty-night!" Alix suddenly erupted from above, lifting to her tippy toes before dropping into a brutal Kneeling Facebuster.
A throaty gurgle sputtered from Raven's lips as her forehead was driven into the canvas below, instantly turning out her lights before the canvas had even stopped shaking. The fleshy jiggle of her propped-up derriere was the last to fall motionless before she slipped into convulsions, lifelessly twitching as Alix rolled her from her belly to her back. Raven's glassy bulbs stared vacantly into the rafters as Alix bent over once more and hooked both her ankles, arching the lanky, naked brunette into an awkward split as the humiliating 3-count rang out."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Ashley Graham (72%) defeats Ireland Baldwin (28%)
Ireland Baldwin vs. Ashley Graham
"If you were searching for a battle between contrasting, heavyweight titans, look no further. The towering platinum blonde actress and the curvy brunette swimsuit model opposite her were truly a sight to behold in the ring, trading exhaustive slams and submissions until shockingly it was the fitter blonde who began to slow and wilt. Taking a literally breathtaking seat on the downed Baldwin's spine, Graham pinned her squirming opponent's belly to the mat and wrenched her into a spine-tingling Camel Clutch, mercilessly contorting the blonde with relentless tugs and stretches. Ireland's shrill wails rang out over the heavy thumping sound of her pendulous stems pedaling against the canvas, the veins in her throat straining and bulging as she was shaped and twisted into an agonizing "U". Looking to truly strike paydirt in the fan department and put some icing on the cake she'd so masterfully prepared, Graham slid her palm down Ireland's sternum now that her clutch was locked in so flawlessly, using her free hand to lift the sports bra and spill Baldwin's heaving C-cups. The blonde could eek out little more than a throaty gurgle as her top was yanked up around her neck, adding to the suffocating pressure on her upper half. Just as her painted lashes began to flutter, Baldwin pattered out a meek submission on Graham's trunk-like thigh, ending the match just as she began to slip unconscious."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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