PPV 44
Decker/Mawby vs. Daddario/Moore
Daddario/Moore (55%) defeats Decker/Mawby (45%)
Brooklyn Decker/Demi Rose Mawby vs. Alexandra Daddario/Mandy Moore
"Despite inflicting a fractional amount of her desired revenge in their most recent tag victory, Alexandra Daddario was still reeling from the loss to Kate Upton that cost her the Bantamweight belt. While it wasn't Upton sneering opposite her, it was another buxom, arrogant blonde that needed a decent trouncing. And Alex was primed and eager to deliver.
While Daddario had enjoyed a decided advantage over Brooklyn in their one-on-one tussles, her partner Mandy Moore had her hands (and mouth) full of Demi Rose Mawby on the sidelines. Demi had rescued her partner countless times already, and each time she interfered, a floundering Mandy was forced to try and answer. Like a pestering fly that Alexandra simply couldn't snare, Demi helped Brooklyn kick out of a handful of deadly pins and submissions with relative ease, and it was becoming painfully obvious that at some point Alex would need Mandy to handle Demi so she could secure the victory for their team.
The most recent chaotic exchange had seen Alexandra twist and wrench Brooklyn into a crippling Torture Rack, nearly snapping the wailing blonde's spine as she paraded around the outskirts of the ring. With all four fighters having been rendered topless already thanks to the catty action, and Brooklyn having lost her thong bottoms to boot, Alex's backbreaker was a breathtaking sight to behold. The blonde's lithe, muscular frame jolted and rippled as she squirmed in Alex's commanding grasp, her freed tits quaking with every tug and arch of her fragile spine. Just as it appeared as though Brooklyn was ready to rap her submission across the actress' forearm, Alexandra let out a throaty growl as Demi once again slid through the ropes and whipped a gutting forearm between Alex's thighs. Daddario's heavy tits swayed and jiggled as she fell to her knees, the backbreaker dissolving and allowing Brooklyn to crumple to the canvas. The brunette howled as she cupped her pulsing kitty, drooling as she slumped to all fours. In a flash Mandy was in the ring shielding her partner, but she'd done little to intimidate Demi to this point. With a wry smile seeping across her lips as if this was what she wanted all along, Mawby gripped Mandy's loose locks and slung the wailing singer through the ropes. Moore hit the concrete below with a sickening clap of flesh, her gangly, towering frame left in an awkward, twisted heap as her naked bosom sloshed and twitched with unconscious convulsions.
Rather than putting her boot to the throat of the wilted former-Champ, Mawby instead sought out the easier prey, bounding through the ropes and scooping the mewling Moore up to her feet. Mandy's puddly frame swayed and sloshed as she was straightened back up on her heels, before being awkwardly partially slung over the top of the barricade separating the fighters from the ravenous crowd. Mandy's vacant bulbs began to flutter open as her abdomen was arched over the steel barricade, her legs still grounded on Demi's half of the wall, her exposed tits violently groped by the throngs of onlookers as Demi postured up in front of her.
"Fuck off, move, step aside!!" She furiously barked, palming her own massive tits and readying for a breast smother that would end Moore's night. With Moore's bowing spine awkwardly slumped over the waist-high barricade, Demi straddled the singer's frame and effortlessly eclipsed Mandy's gurgling features, engulfing the spasming Moore with her freed tits. Mandy's swelling breasts were flattened to her sternum as their pancaking bodies melded into one, furious squealing and squirming erupting as Demi locked in her smother with an arm snaked around Moore's skull.
"Wait--what the fuck?!" Demi suddenly snarled, shocked as Mandy stopped attempting to pull away from their sweaty embrace and instead locked her wrists behind Demi's back, holding her in place as if Moore was the one trapping Demi. It was only then that Demi wheeled to see Alex mid-ring, positioning her disheveled partner for a night-ending DDT.
"Welcome to the big leagues, blondie. Now take this lesson back where you belong..." The former Bantamweight Champion venomously hissed, bending Brooklyn's sagging frame at the waist and tucking her dipped head beneath her armpit. Brooklyn's smooth, plump pussy lips peeked out from between her thighs as they gently eased apart, breathlessly whimpering as Alex hung her upright by the neck. Without warning, Alexandra took a brutal seat and drilled the top of Brooklyn's skull square into the mat, knocking the model out cold. Brooklyn's heaving, swelling tits mushroomed out from beneath her slender abdomen as each limb was strewn to an opposite corner of the ring, the canvas quaking as Demi looked on in horror. With Brooklyn still awkwardly twitching and spasming, Alex rolled Decker to her backside and pretzeled her spasming frame into a revealing pin, all while Mandy kept a distraught Mawby locked in her deteriorating embrace."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Katic/Quinn (54%) defeats Bowden/Keibler (46%)
Stana Katic/Molly Quinn vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler
"One!... Two!!..... Th--" *THWACK*
"GGGGGUUUHHHHGGGGLLL" Katic throatily blubbered; her lithe, gangly frame awkwardly flopping and skidding to an unceremonious stop on her plump backside some three feet away from the pile-up. The twisted brunette coughed and sputtered up a mouthful of blood across her now-naked chest; the fleshy, crunching impact having slung her bronzed B-cups free of the tattered micro bikini top she had dawned with stunning modesty the entire fight thus far. Stana's vacant hazel bulbs fluttered and blinked as she peered absentmindedly up at the rafters nearly motionless, arms and legs splayed to all four corners of the ring as her perked chest jiggled with soft pitches, drifting in and out of lucidity.
Mere milliseconds away from snatching an impressively unaided victory, without her partner Molly Quinn even tagging into the fight, Stana Katic had been brutally run up on and soccer-kicked square in the jaw by the prowling Stacy Keibler from outside the ropes. Knowing she'd just blatantly interfered to save her lifeless partner Katrina Bowden from a sure loss, the jittery blonde shot an extended glance toward Molly Quinn on the opposite ropes, expecting the redhead to be bounding toward her hellbent on revenge for the cheap shot that broke up Katic's pin. Instead, Quinn simply shrugged her shoulders and turned her cheek from the foul, pantomiming a disinterested yawn as her partner and fierce rival was dislodged from her perch atop Bowden and left crippled by the running boot.
Feeling empowered by the free pass handed out by Molly, Stacy turned her attention back to the wounded Katic, sensually straddling the gurgling brunette's naked, heaving sternum before ripping her upright by her silky, braided locks. Stana mewled as her thighs clumsily jostled and buckled together, every muscle in her slender stems pleading to give out rather than stiffen as Keibler balanced her on her heels. With one hand wrenching the brunette's flossy bottoms high up her backside, splitting her plump cheeks to the point it elicited a hoarse squeal, and the other roughly clasping the shoulder strap of Katic's displaced top, Keibler effortlessly slung the brunette's dead weight into the near corner. Managing to turn at the last possible second to shield her naked chest from the pancaking impact, a sloppy dribble of blood sloshed from Katic's lips as her once-statuesque frame wilted against the ropes, her painted eyelashes fluttering as she sputtered helplessly for oxygen, her knees clacking before giving out altogether, sprawled from rope-to-rope across the corner post.
Stana's digits trembled as they clumsily fumbled with her own twisted top, attempting with little success to prudishly tuck her exposed tits back into their cups.
"Huh-uh!" Stacy scolded from across the ring, skipping forward and slapping Stana's palms away. With the disheveled brunette lacking the motor skills to fight back, Keibler gleefully spent the next few minutes stripping Stana completely naked and splaying the whimpering actress across the ropes for an invasive, exposing view of her sex. Removing her string top and bottoms with ease, Stacy managed to lift, split and fasten each of Stana's slender thighs to opposite sides of the turnbuckle, tethering Katic's spread lower half to the middle ropes with her own clothes. The muscles in Stana's inner thighs strained and flexed as she attempted to bow her legs back together, hoarsely wailing as the splitting pressure on her stems mounted. One hand feebly slung over the top rope to alleviate some of her body weight as the other palm slithered down to cup her mound, whimpering as she attempted to shield the sweat-drenched bush of pubic hair shaven above her cunt. Briefly dropping to her knees between Stana's arching thighs, Stacy softly cooed as she gently brushed her tongue over Katic's quivering kitty, devouring the brunette's plump, spread lips until the actress' sagging frame stiffened with wild convulsions, her mouth falling agape as a stream of drool dribbled from her bottom row of pearly white teeth. Pulling back from her sloppy feast, Keibler planted a kiss on Stana's crotch, leaving a bright red set of lips just beside Katic's pink slit before vaulting up the ropes and straddling the spasming brunette.
With a wave to the roaring crowd, Stacy turned her backside to the reeling brunette and balanced herself on the bottom rope with her never-ending stems straddling Katic. Reaching back with both hands and wrenching the waistband of her own thong bottoms high up her sashaying hips, Stacy sensually parted her cheeks and wedgied the biting spandex material of her own bottoms, leaving no trace of the cherry red string band as it disappeared up her ass. As a shower of catcalls rained down on the two fighters, Stacy leaned back and allowed gravity to do the work as she took a triumphant seat atop Katic's face. The brunette suddenly sprung to life as her arms slung over Stacy's thighs, meekly pattering against the blonde's muscled stems as Stacy grate her hips to ensure Katic's features nuzzled deep into her pillowy derrière. Katic's bound frame twisted and spasmed as her feet pedaled and kicked, her painted toes curling as her hips desperately bucked, her abdomen flexing and puffing for oxygen before finally sulking into a curled ball of folds of flesh. Katic's teardropping tits continued to pitch and convulse as her arms slid off Keibler's thighs, no longer protesting as they instead dangled toward the canvas below.
"Come get your cover shot, you baboon!" Stacy furiously shouted to a camera operator just outside the ring, turning her attention away from the action in front of her, imploring the staff to come into the ring and get a tight shot of her new signature line of lipstick painted across Stana's plump kitty lips. Instead the cameraman simply rotated the angle of his shot, taking the lens off Stacy for the first time and instead directing it over her shoulder toward the center of the ring. Sensing danger a half-second too late, Stacy wheeled just in time to see Molly Quinn dash off the ropes and crow-hop forward, scooping up two handfuls of Stacy's dangling blonde locks and using her newly acquired reins to whip Stacy off the turnbuckle post. Doing half a revolution in mid-air, Stacy's lanky frame slung viciously against the canvas skull-first as Quinn deposited the preening blonde into the mat with a paralyzing Hair Mare. Stacy throatily gurgled as her towering frame skid as though she'd been ejected from a vehicle, rolling to a stop face down in the opposite corner.
Quinn scoffed as she checked the pulse of her twitching partner, leaving Katic lifelessly dangling from the corner ropes before skipping over to the downed pair of blondes. With Bowden just beginning to stir next to an unconscious Keibler, Molly made sure to scooch the waking actress underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring altogether to ensure she couldn't interfere. With a beaming smile that seemed to indicate Quinn got just about everything she could've hoped for to transpire, the unbothered redhead curled Stacy up for a victorious 3-count, earning the glory for herself rather than her rival Katic. Letting Keibler and her upturned ass unfold from the pin, Stacy's heavy gams plopped lifelessly to the mat as Molly stood to soak in her picture perfect win. Rolling the pitching blonde to her side, Quinn shimmied the bottoms of Keibler's wedgied thong until they slid over her hips, stripping Stacy naked from the waist down and revealing her tantalizing, bronzed peach.
"Don't worry, this isn't about you..." Molly sternly hissed to the unresponsive blonde before sauntering back to the hanging Katic.
"Thought you could use a souvenir from our first win, bestie!" Quinn cackled as she sidled up to Katic's hip, balling Stacy's panties in her palm and stuffing them down Stana's throat until her sternum swelled and bulged. The brunette gurgled and sputtered as Molly inspected her flushed, sweat-soaked features with an ear-to-ear smile, twisting her digits around a matted clump of Stana's silky locks and lifting her lifeless skull off the turnbuckle where it was still stapled from Stacy's ass smother. Throwing up a peace sign along with an arrogant grin, Molly threw her arm over Stana's shoulders and posed for the throngs of cameras, propping up her naked, spread eagle partner as Katic's fleshy corpse continued to spasm and convulse still split and tied to the corner."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Stana Katic/Molly Quinn vs. Katrina Bowden/Stacy Keibler
"Stacy Keibler's pink, glossy lips stretched wide, curling upwards into a toothy, devious grin as she swung her right leg over the middle rope and stuck her coveted derrière up in the air. The hem of her skimpy cheerleading red and white skirt rising up causing her sun-kissed, thong clad ass cheeks to play a game of peekaboo with the crowd. Stacy eyed the nude, battered, comatose body of Stana Katic and cackled with wicked delight. Katrina and Stacy were clad in seductively skimpy cheerleading outfits. The leggy blondes were hoping their patriotic color schemes, Katrina in blue and white and Stacy in Red and White, would help portray them in a positive light. They believed if they appeared like a blonde haired, blue-eyed, patriotic, girl-next-door type of women they would be more likely to get away with cheating. And, in essence, it appeared to be working! Stacy and Katrina had spent the entirety of the match ensuring Stana didn't budge from their side of the ring.
Poor Stana was the first to face off in the ring and, as soon as the bell rang, Katrina whipped Stana into the corner closest to Stacy and, for the next 10 minutes, took turns punishing Katic with a torrent of chokes and illegal strikes. The wicked blonde's tagged in and out, allowing each other to recuperate and preventing Stana from recieving time to recover. After Katrina obliterated Stana with a vicious swinging neckbreaker, leaving the exhausted former Champion staring at the lights, her nude body stretched out. All Katrina had to do was secure the pin and gain the victory for her team. But as she approached her opponent, Katrina heard Stacy call out, "Hey, I wanna make the pin!" Katrina quizzically looked over her shoulder at Keibler, "It doesn't really matter who pins her, does it? Ya know, as long as we win..." Bowden trails off as Stacy speaks up, "Pleaseeeeeeeee...." Stacy begs, enthusiastically stretching her arm out. "Okay," Bowden shrugs, "if it matters that much to you." The crow barks out venomous jeers at Stacy, irate that the wicked blonde's underhanded tactics was about to lead them to victory.
Stacy gave her hips a seductive shake, teasing the crowd as she slowly lowered herself down onto all fours and hooked Stana's left leg, lifting it skyward and lazily leaned back, baring Katic's crotch. It appeared that Stana's dismal streak of humiliating losses were going to continue. Stacy used her free hand to count along as the referee slapped the canvas. But, when Stacy held up her third finger, there was no accompanying slap of the mat. Stana had kicked out just in the nick of time and Stacy, along with everyone in attendance, couldn't believe it! Stacy dropped her jaw and twisted her neck and gaped at the referee in astonishment. "WHAT?!" Keibler screeches, "That was a 3 count!" Stacy argues, rising to her feet and confronting the referee. While Stacy argued with the referee while a groggy Stana Katic struggled to her hands and knees and began crawling toward her corner of the ring. Katic strained every fiber to reach her corner until, finally, Stana tagged in an energetic, fired up Molly Quinn. Despite Katrina's cries for Keibler to pay attention, the leggy Keibler, still arguing with the ref, didn't notice Quinn sprinting across the ring and send Katrina crashing to the ground below with a well-placed forearm to the chin. Keibler fell victim shortly after to a ring-shaking spear. A gust of wind burst from Stacy's mouth as Molly's shoulder drove into the leggy blonde's abdomen, completely bisecting her. Molly proceeded to release all of her built up frustration on Keibler, slamming her face into the canvas and shredding off her cheerleader top, leaving Keibler's top half clad in a black bra.
Katrina began rising up just as Molly delivered a stomp to Stacy's breasts. Seeing Katrina standing so close to the ring apron, Molly knew she had to deal with her, otherwise Bowden would break the pin fall. Moving as quickly as a cheetah, Quinn raced to the side of the ring closest to Katrina, dropped down and baseball slid underneath the bottom rope and, in a seamless transition, wrapped her thighs around Bowden's neck and flipped her upside down with a hurricanranna. Katrina was out like a light, her limbs splayed out on the thinly-padded concrete. With Bowden dealt with. Molly climbed back onto the apron, leapt onto the top rope and jumped off, landing straight onto Stacy's chest for a breathtaking springboard elbowdrop! The point of Quinns elbow drilled into Stacy's breasts, crushing her tits painfully against her chest. The blow melted the wicked blonde into the canvas.
Molly, not wasting any time and wanting to finally experience her first victory, layed sideways over her blonde foe, hooked one of Keibler's famous mile-long legs and raised it toward the rafters before pinning Stacy's arm down to the canvas and applying all of her weight on Stacy, just incase she were to awaken from her slumber. Stacy didn't even twitch her fingers as the 3 count rang out. Molly jumped up and down, squealing in delight. That is until she saw the stripped nude, bruised body of her tag team partner. Even the though the two had a rocky history, she still couldn't leave her partner laying naked on the canvas. To remedy the situation, Molly stripped Keibler of every article of clothing until she was completely nude. Molly used Stacy's clothes to dress Stana and helped the former champ to her feet. The two ladies made it a point to step on Stacy's exposed crotch and breasts as they left the ring. Stacy, for the second fight in a row, was stripped nude, laying on the canvas."
- Submission by jdo90
Pinder/Debling (76%) defeats Logan/Lynx (24%)
Cali Logan/Alix Lynx vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling
"Despite their recent thrashing at the hands of Lindsey Pelas and Emily Addison, Lucy Pinder and Melissa Debling undoubtedly had the measurables to turn into one of the most formidable tag teams in this league; with each and every hold and submission liable to morph into a world-class breast smother given their two sets of assets. The two petite fetish stars challenging the Brits found this out the hard way, Alix Lynx in particular, as Pinder effortlessly lassoed the retreating Lynx and stuffed her horrified features deep into her pillowy chest with a Standing Breast Smother. Tempted to aid her struggling counterpart, Logan was understandably scared stiff by a prowling Debling, who'd made a point to join Cali at her corner of the ring seemingly just to say; 'Don't even think about it...'
Cali could do little more than watch with an impending sense of doom as the topless blonde was rung like a ragdoll from Lucy's bosomy embrace; her curling, painted digits twitching and clawing for freedom momentarily before her dangling frame fell slack, spasming in a sickening display before Lucy allowed her to melt into a lifeless puddle at her feet."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Pelas/Addison vs. Upton/Strahovski
Pelas/Addison (51%) defeats Upton/Strahovski (49%)
Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Kate Upton/Yvonne Strahovski
"Lindsey and Emily fresh off the previous tag team win against Lucy and Melissa now are in for another challenge as they enter the ring against the famous blonde tag team duo of Kate Upton & Yvonne Strahovski. Lindsey and Emily had been training for this but they knew in this matchup anything is possible, Kate and Yvonne standing in the ring with matching black bikinis as they watch their opponents slide thru the ropes “Well Kate what do you think, two rounds? Or this goes to three?” Yvonne smiles as Kate looks at Lindsey before turning to face her partner “I say two rounds, three if we play with them” Kate grins.. Emily and Lindsey wearing matching blue bikinis as they see the blondes smiling and chatting, “Ok Emily we trained for this and I trained you again with smothers, just take your time and avoid getting trapped like last time” Lindsey assures Emily as they turn and get ready..
“Ok ladies who wants to go first and who wants to wait to get beaten?” Yvonne calls out as moves forward watching Emily not even hesitate as she steps forward, “I’ll take you on Yvonne, unless your scared” Emily fires back as the blonde just smiles, Kate and Lindsey eyeing each other as they exit the ring and the ref declares the match started..
Round 1 starts off fast as Yvonne grabs Emily’s wrists and whips her to the corner, Emily is shocked by her speed before being slapped across her cheek.. “We are going to teach you what happens when you challenge us” Yvonne smiles before driving a knee to her belly making Emily bend over before grabbing her by the hair..The action continues on until Emily lays on the mat worn out as both women have had time with one another, Yvonne having Emily trapped in a headscissor as she groans trying to get free until Yvonne shocks them both and lets Emily go.. “Not gonna knock you out so soon sweetie, lets see if Lindsey wants to beat on by Kate..” The leggy blonde smiles getting up and tagging in her anxious partner as Kate stares across “Come on Lindsey, scared?”.. Emily crawls to the corner and tags in Lindsey who slides thru looking at the bigger blonde in front of her and the bell rings signaling the end of Round 1!..
Round 2 begins as Kate and Lindsey collide, Kate using the size advantage to press down her breasts onto Lindsey’s making her gasp before going for a bearhug.. “I am the great Kate Upton and you are gonna be my toy Lindsey!” Kate barks as Lindsey arches her back as Kate squeezes hard, the bras barely holding together with the sheer force and size of these two chests.. Kate squeezes again and Lindsey’s top snaps as they huge chest is now free making Lindsey cry out loud before kneeing Kate in the stomach shocking the veteran model.. Kate drops Lindsey and they both fall on their asses, Lindsey holding her chest and Kate furious that Lindsey got free.. Lindsey watches as Kate comes forward and slaps her across the cheek once and then pounces on her as Kate is forced to her back watching Lindsey drop her breasts onto her own holding Kate’s wrists as they fight for size dominance, both women equally equipped but soon Kate starts losing the battle as Pelas grinds into her making her groan out.. “Hey Lindsey!” Yvonne calls out making Pelas look up as she watches Yvonne holding Emily in her corner, Kate knows what that was for as she snaps her wrists free and yanks Lindsey off.. Kate soon stands up and drags Lindsey towards the ropes “Wanna do the honors?” Kate smiles as Yvonne slides between the ropes being tagged in as she takes Lindsey by the hair and wraps her thighs around the blondes head squeezing as Lindsey starts whimpering..
Kate was watching so intently that she didn’t notice Emily by the ropes as Yvonne was showboating and playing with her opponent, Emily quickly tags in and jumps Yvonne as the leggy blonde is taken to the ground as Lindsey rolls out.. “My turn Yvonne, think you can treat us like that!” Emily now on Yvonne’s back as she puts her in a camel clutch stretching her back as far as she can.. Yvonne is in distress now as she flails wildly, finding it so hard to believe the turn of events that have transpired, Emily feels Yvonne’s strength fading as she lets go and turns the blonde over and quickly slides her ass right onto her face as Yvonne squirms but unable to free herself as Kate looks on screaming at her partner to get up but the sounds start to fade fast as Yvonne is knocked out.. Kate is absolutely furious as she waits for a moment and the bell rings..
Kate is furious as round 3 begins, charging Emily as she reaches down grabbing Emily’s ankles and yanking as she is taken off her feet and slammed onto her back. Kate wastes no time and folds the dazed womens body over as she sits on Emily’s face now and starts spanking her hard “This is what you get you worthless bitch!” Kate shouts with each slap.. Lindsey looks on as Emily is fading just like Yvonne was, the thought of being one on one with Kate making her anxious and nervous as Emily soon fades despite trying to push Kate off with her legs... “Ok Pelas! Come on!” Kate shouts as Lindsey enters the ring only to be met by Kate’s body slamming into hers as they pull hair and slap away, Kate is pushed back but catches Lindsey by the arms yanking down as Lindsey collides with Kate’s chest.. Kate has Lindsey on her knees now leaning down as Lindsey’s face is engulfed by the huge chest, Pelas is slapping at Kate’s thighs as the tall blonde suddenly switches position and gets behind Pelas as she sits behind her reaching around grabbing Lindsey’s chest.. “First I'm gonna humiliate you, then I'm gonna celebrate by using your body afterwards..” Kate declares as she squeezes Lindsey’s breasts from behind looking to make a statement, Lindsey sits there as Kate is slowly working her breasts to only one outcome and Lindsey cannot bare to suffer that humiliation.. Kate smiling as Lindsey moans feeling her breasts giving in as Kate starts milking her breasts to Lindsey’s shock and utter humiliation “Now Lindsey its time to finish you off!” Kate smiles getting up and standing in front of the heavy breathing blonde placing her thong covered pussy in front of Lindsey. Pelas only has one instinct and yanks the thong upwards as Kate screams out moving backwards and turning to get to the corner, Lindsey slowly getting to her feet and following Kate now enraged by the humiliation she just experienced..
Kate feels her top come loose as she is quickly spun around and attacked by Lindsey’s huge breasts on top of hers. Both women swinging their chests wildly until Lindsey jumps up and engulfs Kate’s face as the taller blonde mumbles before dropping to her knees in the corner.. Pelas soon feeling she has an advantage at last as she pulls back her breasts and slams her bikini clad pussy in Kate’s face grinding away as Kate reaches upwards only to be pinned to the corner post as Lindsey grinds away. “I AM BETER THEN YOU KATE! I’ll out smother you, outsex you, out ass you, and ill make you my toy with my special strapon if you really want me to!” Lindsey barks feeling Kate weaken beneath her as she whimpers slowly before fading completely under Lindsey’s body.. Lindsey is finally pulled off of Kate as she can’t believe she won, the ref raising her hand in victory as she can barely stand to celebrate... Team Pelas/Addison pull off an extremely close one this time for the win.."
- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen
Coleman/Steinfeld (45%) *UPSETS* Lohan/McAdams (55%) via RNG
Lindsay Lohan/Rachel McAdams vs. Zendaya Coleman/Hailee Steinfeld
"Given the greenness of Zendaya Coleman and Hailee Steinfeld, you wouldn't blame the newcomers for not fully recognizing the callous and sadistic reputation of Lindsay Lohan; one of the nastiest fighters the CWF had to offer. Although the two sweetheart Bantams hadn't done their homework before the match, Lohan made sure they didn't leave it with their naivete intact. Rachel McAdams had spent less than a minute combined in the ring as Lohan took breathtaking delight in dismantling whomever was presented in front of her; making sure that each subsequent tagging partner left the ring with less clothing than she'd entered with. In the cruelest moment of the evening, Coleman and Steinfeld at one point even had a minute-long standoff where both refused to enter the ring with the ravenous redhead; both battered and stripped brunette's instead opting to prudishly shield their naked bodies rather than subject themselves to further humiliation at Lindsay's hand.
It was finally Steinfeld who stepped to the plate, meekly dipping under the ropes just to be hit with a vicious Running Bulldog that flickered off her lights for good, leaving the nude brunette face-down and twitching in a pool of her own mangled limbs. Unbeknownst to Lohan who was arrogantly parading around the convulsing brunette, Coleman had hoisted herself atop the turnbuckle at Lindsay's back, crouching quietly on the post. Releasing all her pent-up frustration and humiliation in one artful leap, Zendaya scooped the back of Lohan's skull mid-air and spiked the redhead chin-first against the mat, knocking her out cold with a slam from the top rope. With her partner, Rachel McAdams, too complacent to react in time, Coleman was able to quickly roll up the lifeless redhead and steal the win with a breathtaking reversal and pin."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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