PPV 43
Emma Watson vs. Jordana Brewster
Emma Watson (58%) defeats Jordana Brewster (42%)
Emma Watson vs. Jordana Brewster (Title Match)
"Observing strictly percentages, Jordana Brewster appeared on paper to be at the top of the class of Strawweight fighters; sporting an impressive 4-1 record with her only loss coming at the hands of eventual Champion, Megan Fox. Unfortunately for the game brunette, reigning Champion Emma Watson was determined to add another blemish to her once-stellar record. Like her Title fight against Megan Fox, Jordana once again appeared to be out-classed by the true wheat of the division, clumsily flailing to keep up with the relentless Brit in what turned out to be a less-than-eventful Title fight. Watson had found a new level in the last months that the rest of the Straws simply couldn't replicate, ragdolling Brewster just for show before finally deciding it was time to turn out her lights and dawn the belt once again. Seemingly just to show she'd done her homework, Watson positioned Brewster in a seated position in the corner and began to act out Megan Fox's exact victory over Jordana the first time she challenged for the belt, as if she was in a stage performance paying homage to Fox. Perhaps it was even more devious; an attempt to send a not-so-veiled message to Jordana that she was nothing more than a play toy. Gearing up to finish Jordana with a rough, charging Bronco Buster, Emma cackled when she instead pulled up short of a flinching Brewster, giggling at the challenger's futility. Grabbing the top rope for leverage, Watson let out a shrill cry as she reared her foot back and delivered a crushing Big Boot to the brunette's face, nearly catapulting her through the ropes and out of the ring. Brewster was rendered unconscious instantly as her sloshing, pitching frame was caught up in the ropes; victory mercifully being declaired by the official even before a 3-count."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Emma Watson vs. Jordana Brewster (Title Match)
"Jordana may not have been the most recognizable actress in Hollywood, but within the CWF, she had certainly made a name for herself, scoring numerous and impressive victories over her fellow strawweight's. Her only loss was when she attempted to claim the strawweight championship herself against Megan Fox. The memory of Megan's humiliating victory was still a painful memory for Joradana, made even worst when Emma Watson (that overrated creampuff Jordana thought when she heard) had beaten her to the belt. Her anger however turned to joy when the title match against the British lass was announced, and wearing a sensual red and blue wrestling attire, Jordana had come into the match, day dreaming the image of her posing over the broken and humiliated Emma, foot on her face as she claimed the belt she so desired.
Yet day dreams and reality are unfortunately two different things, and instead of triumphant victory, Jordana was on her last legs, and Emma was gloating. As she he laid on the bottom turnbuckle, Emma kept a hold of her hair and with a malicious laugh, she forced Jordana into her wedgied cheeks of her white wrestling attire, rubbing her face deep into Emma's humiliating stinkface. Jordana could only moan and meekly attempt to push Emma off her, but it was to no avail, as Emma even more insultingly decided to sit on Jordana's face in full, trapping her against the bottom turnbuckle and Emma's behind! As Jordana flailed and attempted to break free of the turnbuckle facesit, Emma gave a relaxed sigh and looked at her nails contemptuously before turning to Jordana and saying.
"Well Jordy dear, you put up a good fight tonight, but you just don't have what it takes to hold this belt unfortunately."
"Fucmmmmmphhhck Ymmmpphoou!!!" Jordana cursed in response, completely muffled by Emma's behind. Emma simply laughed in response and shook her hips, grinding her behind even further into Jordana and said.
"Now now, we cant all be winners Jordana. But tell you what, I respect your skill. Give no, and acknowledge me as the winner, and I'll let you go with no fuss. Refuse and well..."
Emma looked at the adoring crowd, giving her hips another shake on Jordana, before saying. "the crowd expects a show from me, and I would have no choice but to give them what they want. But I'm willing to give you a chance. What do you say? Submit and kiss my feet willingly and we'll leave at that."
"Fucmmmmmphhhck Ymmmpphoou!!!" Jordana cursed in response again, though this time finally reposition her face to finally take a bite at Emma's behind. Emma's triumphant sneer turned to sudden shock as she felt Jordana's teeth attempted to pierce her skin and she desperately scrambled off Jordana to protect her rear. Jordana gave a gasp of relief at the sudden supply of oxygen and she desperately attempted to get up to her feet, unsteady and wobbly, and use this to rally. However it was short lived, as Emma quickly recovered and and grabbed Jordana by the hair and slammed her face against the top turnbuckle, causing Jordana to reel back in pain and lean against the ropes. Emma kept hold on Jordana's hair with one hair, puling her head back in the process and rubbed her now bruised bottom. Slamming Jordana's face against the turnbuckle again, Emma hissed towards Jordana's mewling face saying.
"How dare you attempt to ruin my behind like that! After I'd offer you mercy! We'll its time you show you and CWF what happens when you defy the Watson!" At which Emma slammed Jordana against the turnbuckle again
before throwing her face first against the middle of the ring. Jordana, mewling, the fight completly out of her, attempted to slowly crawl away, maybe to escape and recover or just because instinct drove her. Emma however simply walked over the crawling Jordana and kicked her in the back, driving her to the floor, before wrapping her arms and legs around Jordana's. Jordana, realizing what Emma was about to do, began to whimper and plead saying.
"No... no.... please!" But Emma ignored her and with a mighty heave, she lifted Jordana by her legs and arms, and started to rock her back and forth like a baby in a devastating Baby Swing Bow and Arrow. Jordana screamed out in agony, and for all intents immediately cried Uncle as Emma giggled and swung her back and forth.
"Ahhhh... please... I give!!! I give!!!" screamed Jordana, but Emma was clearly not in the mood for mercy, and held the hold as the bell rang out, the annoucer screaming.
"Ladies and Gentleman, your winner of tonight match via submission and still Strawweight Champion.... EMMA WATSON!!!" The crowd went wild as Emma laughed in response, still holding onto Jordana as she screamed and begged.
Finally growing tired of holding the Panamanian women, Emma finally let her go, Jordana falling like a sack of bricks, weakly mewling pain, tears in her eyes at losing another shot at the title. Emma simply drank it in as she grabbed a mic and said to the whole crowd saying.
"And let that be a lesson for all you other strawweight competitors. Unlike Ms. Fox, I'm here to stay. Better get used to that, and my mercy, or suffer the same fate as Jordana will suffer now!" At which Emma beckoned Kristen to come forward. After a few seconds longer than Emma would have liked, to her mild irritation, Kristen finally got into the ring with thier infamous black box. Openning it, Emma revealed her favored dog leash and her cattle prod and ordered Kristen to wrap it around, which she did after a few second glare at Emma. Giving Emma the leash, Emma graciously accepted and with her cattle prod, smacked Jordana's behind a few times saying.
"Walk dear.... its good for you." Jordana mewled in response, but after a few spanks, complied, moaning in humiliation the entire time. Finally, after a few minutes of parading around the ring, Emma finally made Jordana stop, and brought her mic to her lips.
"And I'd also like to wish my dearest best wishes to my dear friend Victoria Justice. I heard she's fighting for a title belt of her own, one I think we can all agree on, she deserves am I right?" The crowd laughs in response, alongside Kristen.
"So lets all wish her the best of luck, we all know you can do it Vicky!" Kristen and the crowd burst out in laughter again, no doubt expecting Victoria to turn bright red right this moment.
After a few seconds Kristen then grabbed Emma's hand and raised in the air in victory, while Jordana was forced to kneel leashed next to them as the crowd cheer. If she was plotting vengeance, she gave no sign as the lights dimmed out for the match."
- Submission by AKMaster
Christie Stevens (57%) defeats Leanna Decker (43%)
Leanna Decker vs. Christie Stevens (Tits 'N' Ass Title Match)
"A natural choice for the inaugural Tits 'N' Ass Title fight, these two ladies' assets were simply unrivaled in the Strawweight Division. Any match that featured one of these two was likely to end in a breast or ass smother regardless of the rules, but unfortunately for the redhead, Christie Stevens simply had too much experience in her line of work dishing out world-class tit smothers. Decker's eyes bulged as she clumsily army crawled toward the far ropes, drool sloshing from her bottom row of pearly white teeth as her mouth hung exhaustedly agape. Stevens was still lustfully stalking after nearly sealing the deal with a crippling ass smother, just relenting for a fraction of a second as the busty redhead managed to squirm free. Already topless, Decker's teardropping orbs heaved as she sucked wind, mewling and panting as she pathetically crawled across the canvas, a shriek finally erupting from deep in her burning lungs as her heel was snagged from behind. The blonde devilishly hooked her fingers around the waistband of Leanna's sagging thong, tugging with one hand on her bottoms as the other yanked her a few feet backwards by the ankle, pantsing the blubbering Decker. Leanna's bubbly ass jiggled as Christie took a heavy seat atop in, inching up her spine with agonizing bunny hops before ripping the pinned redhead into a devastating Camel Clutch. Leanna wailed her submission as her spine was awkwardly contorted into a paralyzing "C", her hanging tits pitching and convulsing with spasms as she gurgled for oxygen, rapping her palm against Christie's thigh for a submission that wasn't being recognized for some reason.
"Not so fast, kitty! Tit smothers only.... No submissions..." Christie softly cooed from behind, arching Leanna's frame even further until their eyes met. Leanna could only manage to let out a deep, throaty gurgle, accompanied by a spasm that seemed to indicate her spine was twisted to its limit, when finally her squeals were muffled by a stunning eclipse of flesh. Decker's world finally went dark as Christie hunched forward and lowered her pillowy bosom over the redhead's twisted features, mercifully ending her suffering by suffocating the twitching Decker with a match-ending breast smother combination."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Alison Brie (52%) defeats Kristen Bell (48%)
Alison Brie vs. Kristen Bell (Buck Naked Beauties Title Match)
"This match type was as much mental as it was physical; a true test of which of these modest beauties could overcome the added humiliation and doubts and put the nudity aspect completely aside. At least early on, the elder Kristen Bell seemed to be more adept at blocking out the chilling cat-calls from outside the ropes, dropping her armbra and instead throwing everything she had at the paralyzed, shielding Brie. The diminutive, glistening blonde was in a full-out assault, pinning Alison's bowing spine to the ropes and slugging away at her naked, jiggling torso. Brie could do little more than pull cover, one hand desperately cupping and shielding her exposed kitty, while the other pawed meekly at Bell's heavy handed attacks. Breathtaking fists to the gut, crippling uppercuts to Alison's bouncing bosom, thumping elbows to her hanging chin, and just minutes in it seemed that Brie's inability to overcome the stakes of this fight would cost her what should have been an easy win. With the top Strawweight contender backed into a shrinking corner, Bell retreated a half step and went for the hail mary, slinging a gutting roundhouse toward Brie's midsection. The flying shin was met with a meaty thwack as a flip suddenly flipped in Alison, dropping her guard and instead catching Bell's stem against her rib cage. Modesty and cover be damned, Brie darted forward and scooped Bell up by the throat, keeping her trapped shin stapled to her hip with one arm and cinching a fleshy noose around the blonde's neck with her second. Kristen gurgled helplessly as her naked frame was arched to full height, her tippy toes pedaling as she was lifted artfully off the mat and deposited spine-first with a crippling One-Handed Chokeslam. A sickening jolt ran through Bell's motionless frame as her skull whipped against the canvas, knocking her out and sending her body sprawling spread eagle. Basking in the cheers of victory, Brie was radiant as she finally embraced the invasive nudity and flaunted it, proudly puffing out her prize-winning chest and planting a heel on the downed Bell's glistening, plump mound for a 3-count."
- Submisson by Taylor Hawkins
Miley Cyrus (51%) defeats Cali Logan (49%)
Cali Logan vs. Miley Cyrus (Sex Fight Title Match)
"Nuzzled right beside each other in the standings, this would have truly been a pick em' match had it not been for the irregular stakes of the fight. Turning this from a wrestling brawl into a sex fight; however, one would think the fetish star would have a leg-up over the pop singer. Despite the perceived odds, it was Miley Cyrus who surprisingly came out the aggressor and was ragdolling Logan in seemingly every exchange. Both fighters had been bared stark nude early, but it was Logan who wore the marks of a fighter on the brink. Cali's manicured mound of pubic hair was soaked to the skin, disheveled from Miley's violent and incessant fingering, prying and tugging. Logan's once-dark painted lashes and flushed cheeks were smeared and marked with Miley's juices, a brutal and extended face-riding session having left the brunette's head in the clouds from the oxygen deprivation.
Resorting to her last, most desperate defense mechanism, Cali's naked, dripping wet frame shivered as she pulled away from their most recent leggy entanglement. Her own timid digits shook as she tentatively cupped her pulsing pussy with both palms, curling into a protective and shielding ball on her knees to keep any prying hands from reaching her most sensitive of areas that was already throbbing as though it were going to explode.
"Come on, whore, don't you do this for a living?!" Miley barked as she let the whimpering brunette slink away, moving her devious fingers down her toned belly before diving into her own cunt, just proving to Logan how much stamina she had left. The blonde's mouth dropped agape as she began to finger herself, pumping her sex for a few rousing moments before licking her dripping fingers clean and bounding on all fours toward the balled brunette.
Cali could only do so much to hide her vulnerable holes as Miley draped herself over Cali's back from behind and slowly unwrapped the fetal fetish star. Logan helplessly squealed and whimpered as Miley spread her bubbly cheeks from behind and began to grate her shaved sex against Cali's spread asshole, gyrating her hips until the panting brunette began to open up her defenses. Finally given access by the lusting Logan, the blonde traced her digits over Cali's convulsing navel, her nails brushing against Cali's sweat-soaked pubic mound before gently parting her plump lips. The fetish star's gangly frame stiffened on command, hoarsely grunting as the blonde forcefully thrust her middle digits into Logan's slit. Cali's thighs trembled before turning to jelly, her body concaving, spasming as Miley began to roughly knead and massage her clit. The brunette's frame began to pulse with electrical currents, her sternum swelling as she was worked into a pant, her caramel nipples stiffening as Cyrus expertly worked her into a foaming lather. With a final heave of resignation, Cali's gawky frame buckled and convulsed, her slender split thighs trembling before her frame went rigid, overwhelmed by a crippling orgasm. A final, futile gasp and her limbs turned to putty, convulsing as her belly sulked to the canvas, eyes fluttering into the back of her skull as Miley mounted her twitching prey, riding out the orgasm until Cali finally fell obediently still."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Kate Mara (51%) defeats Victoria Justice (49%)
Kate Mara vs. Victoria Justice (Jobber Title Match)
"While you couldn't hand-pick a more inept duo of fighters in the entire CWF, there was a palpable, swelling buzz in the arena as we moved nearer the Bantamweight Title fight that would headline the evening. Somehow though, the excitement didn't seem to be entirely for Watson vs. Brewster, but instead it was the match leading into the Title bout; Kate Mara vs. Victoria Justice. There was something oddly rousing about the prospects of the two most hapless and pathetic fighters in the entire league giving and baring it all to decide who was the ultimate Jobber Queen; a title that was far from coveted. After all, who doesn't love an adorable jobber?! Despite her pitiful record, Victoria Justice was the overwhelming favorite entering the fight, perhaps simply due to the lingering effects of her bewildering victory over Mandy Moore at PPV 16. Though Mandy was destined to be a perennial Jobber Queen herself, we're still talking about overcoming a four inch and 25 pound weight disadvantage to snatch the win. As the losses continued to pile up for Justice, bettors simply couldn't shake the breathtaking image of Vika rolling up a naked, unconscious Moore, pinning the twitching brunette for an uncontested 3-count victory against seemingly insurmountable odds. Her potential was undeniable; maybe all she needed was an attitude adjustment. And with the most humiliating title imaginable for any self-respecting fighter on the line, perhaps Kate Mara was just the woman to deliver that message.
Call it extra motivation, call it bulletin board material, but Kate Mara had clearly heard the intimidation tactics of Victoria Justice leading into their bout. Victoria had acted appalled at the mere notion that her time would be wasted with Mara, believing that she was somehow above facing the redhead for this humiliating crown. Maybe it wasn't arrogance, but rather self-doubt. Justice had promised not only to easily dispatch Mara between the ropes, but to also leave her naked and used at the feet of the throngs of fans lining the ring. As the night wore on, it became clear that Vika herself might end up exactly where she'd promised.
The spunky redhead came out with a feisty attitude that she'd simply never shown before, grabbing an early advantage despite every possible measurable falling in Vika's favor. Common opponents might suggest that Kate had no shot, but in reality Mara had been game in every contest she'd participated in. A counter here or there, a coin flip falling in the other direction, and Kate could easily have a winning record. Victoria's show-up and win mentality was a poor one, and Kate had made her pay dearly. Arrogant and mouthy no longer, Vika had been force-fed every word of trash talk right back down her throat, instead simply mewling as she curled up against the ringpost swaddling her naked chest.
The other half of 'Swift Justice' and Vika's secret weapon, Taylor Swift, had been rendered too petrified and submissive to interfere in this beating thanks to Kate's brilliant sideline counter. There might be fewer than a handful of fighters on the entire roster who were afraid of Kate's stablemate, Mandy Moore, but thanks to her scarring victory over Taylor Swift, the pop star made that short list. The blonde was no dummy, and she wasn't looking to get ridden and finger-fucked to another shuddering orgasm on a night she wasn't even scheduled to fight. Taylor wouldn't even make eye contact, much less dare to interfere as she timidly traced the outskirts of the apron in paralyzed shame. A simple glance from Kate's bouncer, Mandy Moore, and Swift fell back in line despite Vika's constant, shrill cries for help.
The ringpost offered little cover as Justice sulked against it, temporarily shielding her now naked frame from the raucous crowd as they swelled in unison; "JOBBER QUEEN"....*clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*, clap*...."JOBBER QUEEN".
Shielded by the deafening roar of the crowd, Mandy Moore managed to tip toe around the outskirts of the apron as Taylor's sky blue bulbs darted around the quaking arena, contemplating whether it was time for her to flee the scene.
Suddenly the blonde felt a hot breath on her neck that sent a shiver up her spine; "Did your kitty miss me, Swifty...?" Mandy throatily cooed, slipping her palm between Taylor's thighs from behind as she swaddled the petrified pop star to her swelling chest. Swift whimpered as Moore's digits glided over her quaking pussy lips, lifting her skirt slightly until her bright pink panties began to peek through her thigh gap and massaging her slit through the thin silk. Taylor's mouth hung agape as she planted both palms against the apron for leverage, her gangly frame writhing for a split second in unison with Moore's grating palm before she snapped back to reality.
"HEY! FU....GGGHHHHHUUGGHHKK... you Mand--" Swift hoarsely shuddered, attempting to remain defiant as she gurgled through rhythmic squirms and twitches. Without warning, Mandy slid her prying hand out from between Swift's thighs and cupped the blonde's skull with both palms, erupting forward and violently drumming her skull square into the apron below. Taylor recoiled as her forehead dribbled off the unforgiving corner, her vacant blues fluttering before she crumpled in a fleshy heap at Mandy's feet. The brunette disgustedly scoffed as she left Swift ass-up, her skirt revealingly riding up around her navel as she slid flat on her belly, out cold.
Sensing the commotion and wheeling to see her partner twitching and unconscious, Victoria let out a startled squeal, her fight or flight instincts kicking in. Without a second thought at the optics, Victoria shuffled to her right and dipped under the middle rope, intent on abandoning the match and racing back to her secured dressing room. You couldn't blame her with the odds turning out of her favor, but her two stalking opponents had other plans.
"Oh no ya don't kiddo..." Mara barked as she leapt forward and closed the gap on Vika, snagging her free-flowing mane from behind just as the brunette made it outside the ropes, standing on the edge of the ring apron. Justice's knees buckled as Kate pulled her tight from behind, linking her wrist with the crook of her opposite forearm, trapping Vika's blubbering face right in the middle as she set up for a choke hold from behind. The brunette hoarsely squalked and struggled as she pawed at Kate's forearms, her naked frame twisting and stiffening to her full height as her body bowed against the ropes at her back, trapped but beginning to give Kate trouble. Vika's bulbs stretched wide as the pressure mounted on her windpipe, her eyes fluttering into the back of her skull before peering down her naked bosom to see Mandy approaching her feet from outside the ring. With a wry smile, Moore cupped the back of Victoria's ankles and kicked them out from under her, losing all footing on the apron and dropping the flooring out from beneath her as if she was strung up in the gallows. Kate strained as she was forced to take Justice's full weight in her Hangman's Noose Sleeperhold, but the redhead didn't buckle. Victoria desperately pedaled her pendulous stems in search of solid ground, but she was helplessly dangling a good four feet off the ground. Kate violently wrung the sputtering brunette deeper into the choke as Mandy cackled from below, the veins in her throat bulging as her face flushed, drool sloshing across Mara's forearm as she pulled her tighter. Victoria throatily whimpered as she desperately clawed at Kate's locked wrists, her bosom uncontrollably quaking as her bulbs rolled into the back of her skull. After what felt like a gruesome eternity, Victoria's arms dropped slack to her sides, her pert B-cups still fleshily convulsing as she gurgled into unconsciousness in Kate's grasp. With an inflated sense of contempt and relief, the redhead slung Vika's lifeless corpse to the concrete some four feet below; her statuesque frame crumpling in a heap with her bubbly derrière pointed skyward.
"Aww, Mands, looks like I didn't win the crown.... Why don't you give our new Queen the prize she deserves! Make sure she gets her pearl necklace, boys!" Mara hissed from still inside the ring. At Kate's instruction, Mandy picked up the crumpled brunette and tossed her over her shoulder, taking a few strides toward the audience barricades and slinging the stark nude, twitching brunette over the steel ledge into a sea of waiting hands."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Kate Mara vs. Victoria Justice (Jobber Title Match)
"The sound of prison doors slamming shut followed by Bad Blood rocking through the speakers sends the audience into a frenzy. The audience showers Victoria with hateful jeers. Victoria, due to this being a Straweight Pay-Per-View isnn't allowed to have her teammate Taylor Swift accompany her to the ring, much to the chagrin of Justice. The bratty diva scoffs, ignoring the enraged audience. The crowd is, understandably, upset over Victoria's previous remarks from a few days prior. She had called them, "sex-crazed losers" and insinuated that none of them could ever have a woman, so they just jerk off to posters of Victoria instead. Once Justice and Mara square off, it was obvious this would be a close fight. Within minutes both women were stripped naked and viciously clawing at each other.
Near the end of the match, Justice seemed to be taking control, leading Mara around at will. Victoria snagged a handful of Mara's disheveled hair and yanked the stumbling redhead upright. "Remember my promise about tossing you into the crowd? Well, I think you deserve a little preview of what's going to happen after I pin you." Justive snarls in Kate's ear before tossing the redhead's arm over her head. Victoria, with her head under Kate's armpit, grabs the back of her rival's thighs and lift her in the air, spreading her legs and giving the audience an unhindered view of Mara's crotch. "How about giving these losers in the front row and appetizer before you give them the entire meal?" Justice chuckles and carries her screaming foe toward the guard rail. The men in the front row begin licking their lips with anticipation, some even unbuckling their belts, but just as Kate is within arms reach of the crowd Victoria begins to wobble.
Kate, acting quickly, wraps her arm around Victoria's throat in a tight side headlock, cutting off the tan beauty's breathing. Victoria attempts to stomp forward and toss her flailing cargo over the guardrail but awkwardly stumbles instead. Kate plants her feet on the top of the guardrail and, taking a page out of Trish Stratus' playbook, kicks off of the guardrail, whips around and drives Victoria face-first onto the thinly padded arena floor with a breathtaking Stratusfaction Bulldog! The crowd leaps to their feet, joyfully booming at the athletic maneuver. Kate, completely exhausted from the fight, slowly hauls herself up, grabbing the ring apron for leverage. Beads of sweat roll down Mara's nude body, causing her pale skin to glisten and sparkle underneath the hot overhead lights of the arena. With one hand curled in a clump of tangled, sweat-soaked black hair and the other grabbing a modest handful of plump, sunkissed asscheek, Kate wearily heaves Victoria up and rolls her underneath the ropes and into the ring.
Kate sinks back down to th ground, utterly spent. Every muscle, every ligament, every fiber is throbbing. She exhausted so much energy lifting Victoria's dead weight, she can barely lift herself up. The audience is clamoring, shouting cheers of encouragement, trying to add fuel to the redhead's fire. The crowd's support does, in fact, uplift Kate. With the crowd rallying behind her, Kate eventually makes it to her feet and slides into the ring. She watches as Victoria senselessly shuffles on her hands and knees, drunkenly meandering across the canvas. Kate, not wanting to allow her foe time to get her waits about her, kneels down and snatches Victoria arms and locks the frail limb between her pale thighs. "It's time to end this!" Mara shouts, locking her hands aroung Justices for head and wrenching back, securing Victoria in a vicious Crossface that Kate has dubbed "The Marauder". Victoria's neck is painfully wrenched backwards and, with Kate laying across her back, she is unable to alleviate any of the pressure. Through her tear-filled, dizzily spinning eyes, she can't even see the ropes. She blindly reaches her free hand out, grasping for a rope that isn't there. With a pathetic, high-pitched whimper, Victoria slaps her palm down on the canvas, rapidly tapping in submission. Kate releases the submission and leaps to her feet. The crowd is electric as the referee hoists Kate's arm in victory.
Victoria is completely and utterly distraught. The dark-haired vixen has wrapped her arms around her body, futilely shielding her exposed breasts and crotch, doing anything she can to save any amount of modesty she can. But, sadly for Justice, any modicum of dignity she had left was about to be ripped away as the domineering voice of Kate Mara boomed behind her. "On your knees," Kate sneers, waltzing in front of the sniveling, beaten brat. Victoria doesn't rise fast enough, so Kate snags her by the scalp, pulling her up until she's kneeling. "Here's what's going to happen, you're going to use that loser tongue of yours to bring me to orgasm or..." Mara squeezes Justice's face, forcing her trembling lips to pucker, "or I'm going to toss YOUR scrawny ass into the audience." Victoria shakes her head, her body trembling "No! Please, you... you can't do that. I'll... I'll do anything!" Justice begs. Kate opens her legs and grabs the back of Victoria's head, smirking, "Then get to work, loser!"
Kate gasps as Victoria's warm, wet tongue slowly flicks against her clit. The young Californian grimaces and gags in disgust as she darts her tongue across her rival's sweaty pussy. After a minute of subpar licking, Kate decides to switch tactics. She lays down and spreads her knees, forcing Victoria to crawl to her and continue licking. But, unfortunately for Kate, the new position proves to be as ineffective as the first. Kate decides to take matters in her own hands and shoves Victoria on her back.
Mara straddles her foe's face; pulling Justice's mouth and nose into her hot, sweaty vagina. The victorious redhead began caressing her pale breasts and seductively rotated her hips, rubbing herself on the defeated diva’s protesting, crying face. Mara begins to pick up the pace, frantically rocking her hips as she worked both the crowd and herself into a frenzy. The pale redhead leans forward on her hands and spreads her knees for more contact. Kate picked up on the art of face-riding fairly quickly and began really grinding hard against the blubbering brat underneath her hips. Victoria's horrified screams were muffled as the crowd leaped to their feet in anticipation for the upcoming climax.
Victoria hoped to be lost to unconsciousness, but Mara’s ride was so fast that air was getting in and Victoria couldn’t stop the natural instinct to breathe. With each inhale she took, she also received a taste of Kate's dripping sex from her impending orgasm. There was nothing Victoria could do, nothing to stop what was about to happen - no matter how bad she wanted to. The stirring of her climax came rushing at Mara who belted out a groan of ecstasy as she threw her head back and came to a complete stop, pulling Justice's face into her crotch and holding on tight.
Kate squeezed her eyes shut as she tossed her hair back and gaped, open-mouthed, at the ceiling; letting out a satisfied moan as her juices laid a thick coat on poor Victoria’s face.Kate held Victoria firmly in place until the throbbing began to fade. Then Mara dropped the loser's head on the mat. The defeated diva hacked, coughed and gagged on the juices filling her mouth and oozing from her nostrils. Mara sat back on the beaten girls neck, framing her juice-slathered face with her pale thighs and smiled into the cameras as she posed for victory.
Kate, wanting to add one last final touch to her masterful portrait of destruction, hauls Justice out of the ring. "Wha.. what are you doing?!" Victoria squeals. "Keeping my promise," Mara replies with a grin, "I said you had to bring me to orgasm with your tongue. I had to grind on your bitchy face to make that happen." Mara smirks into Victoria's shocked, rubbed-raw face, "A promise is a promise," Kate snickers, tossing Victoria's nude body over the guardrail and into the hands of the ravenous crowd. It isn't until Miley Cyrus is making her entrance until Justice's body is flung back over the guardrail, landing with an audible splay. The Californian is splayed face-up on the ground, covered from head to toe in cum. The referee grabs the Jobber Queen belt and drapes it across the unconscious loser's waist and places a Jobber Queen tiara on her cum-stained forehead."
- Submission by jdo90
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