PPV 45
Hilary Duff (52%) defeats Brooklyn Decker (48%)
Brooklyn Decker vs. Hilary Duff (Title Match)
"The sellout crowd was frozen in stunned silence as the radiant, dominant, insatiable Flyweight Champion found herself drawing on energy reserves that she'd likely never needed to this point in her career; searching the depleted caverns of her body for something, anything that might save her from the diminutive dynamo that was running her ragged. Decker was unquestionably the best of the best, a fighter who'd scarcely broken a sweat in any of her Fly bouts; her only losses coming at the hands of some of the most dominant Bantamweights in the entire league. But tonight, she had been utterly dismantled.
The lithe, glistening Texan standing over Brooklyn had been surgical in her assault, ripping Brooklyn across the ring incessantly to tire her out, locking up with the blonde at every opportunity to figuratively and literally flex her superior muscles, torturing the swimsuit model with her mighty, rippling lower stems. Hilary Duff's tight frame was simply proving too compact and chiseled for the buxom blonde to crack, no matter her efforts. Decker had been stripped completely bottomless, her slick, waxed mound only occassionally peeking out as she writhed in agony on her belly, face-down on the canvas from the latest in a series of torturous holds applied to her slender, splintering spine. Miraculously, her massive, panting bosom had remained covered the entire fight despite being carelessly wrapped in a tiny, suffocating microkini. In a mirroring contrast of their disparate frames, Duff towered over Decker totally topless, proudly puffing out her modest chest as Brooklyn and her seemingly invulnerable double-D's crumbled at her feet.
As Decker blindly twisted and writhed, clutching the aching small of her back from Hilary's most recent Torture Rack, Duff stepped up to the blonde's hip. Skipping the theatrics and displaying an impressive bit of savvy and acumen, Hilary went for the kill, opting not to play around with a fighter as dangerous as Decker. Planting the ball of her heel against Brooklyn's curled spine, Hilary twisted her left hand around a clump of the mewling, sputtering blonde's golden locks, and clamped her right around Decker's nearest ankle. With a throaty shriek, Hilary artfully dropped into the splits, simultaneously ripping back with both arms, snapping Brooklyn's spine with a ruthless Full Split Bow and Arrow.
The Champ was instantaneously debilitated by the jarring, sickening impact, her frame snapping into a contorted "V" at the delicate small of her back. Decker's mouth fell agape as if she'd just been run through by a blade, a single tear streaking down her cheek as she hoarsely yipped, the crippling jolt slinging her heaving tits free of their heroic cups, fleshily jiggling as they jut toward the front row, her abdomen bent awkwardly in half. Treating the devastating drop more like a slam finisher than a submission, Hilary only felt it necessary to give her two reins one more callous tug before allowing Brooklyn to slide out of the hold. The blonde throatily whimpered as her broken frame slowly unfolded from the inhuman shape it had been contorted into; her long, painted lashes fluttering as she stared vacantly into the rafters, completely paralyzed on her back. After taking a moment to preen herself, Hilary slid over the motionless blonde, flattening her naked bosom to her sternum, momentarily deflating Brooklyn's heroic pair and squashing the fleshy twitches that rocked and pitched her frame. The 3-count was a formality, but the thigh-splitting pin was simply the icing on the cake for a joyous Duff. Looping her free hand down between Brooklyn's spread thighs, Hilary hooked one of the blonde's motionless stems and curled it to her chest, parting Decker's cheeks and making sure the broken, spread-eagled Champ never forgot the night she lost her belt.
"And you NEW Flyweight Champion; HILARRRRRRRYYYY DUUUUUUUUFFFF!!"
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Lindsey Pelas vs. Ariel Winter
Ariel Winter (55%) defeats Lindsey Pelas (45%)
Lindsey Pelas vs. Ariel Winter (Tits 'N' Ass Title Match)
"A combined 5-0, this epic, busty battle had the eyes of just about every Flyweight at the top of the ranks; Brooklyn Decker, the current Champ, and Hilary Duff, the #1 Contender, in particular. Both blondes were sitting front row despite their Title fight being later that evening, just to get a glimpse of the stacked, gifted newbies they'd likely be facing down the line. Despite her age, it was surprisingly Ariel Winter who had the slight edge in experience, at least in a formal setting such as this one, but Pelas was an assassin, especially in this format. Pelas had already felled Stana Katic, a Flyweight belt holder, and Megan Fox, a Strawweight belt holder; leaving both tits-up and disgraced at her feet after suffocating between her fleshy pillows. Leaving girls drooling and unconscious in her wake with Breast Smother after Breast Smother was her life's calling, and Ariel was about to find out the hard way.
Despite knowing a decision had to be rendered via Breast Smother or Ass Smother, Ariel preferred the extravagant; choosing to berate Pelas in moments of control with wicked submissions and slams that couldn't even result in a finisher, only agony. All of these holds naturally came after both girls had been peeled free of their tops; the torn, scattered remains littering the ground at their feet. Winter's latest in a series of lavish holds was a tit-crushing Bearhug. Despite her shorter stature making this sort of hold ambitious against most, at only 5'3, Pelas was not quite towering enough to give Winter trouble.
The blonde wailed at full-throat as Ariel lifted her off her tippy toes, wrenching her spine, twisting and crushing the mewling Pelas until she was a pool of flailing limbs. The blonde hissed and sputtered as Ariel ragdolled her back and forth; their battling D and F-cups flattening and mushrooming against one another until Ariel began to deflate the blonde's poor, battered tits, smooshing them against her sternum. Pelas' bosom overflowed from the embrace as she pattered and whimpered for freedom, lost in the suffocating hug until Ariel slipped up. Looking to up the spine-crushing pressure, Ariel hiked Lindsey higher, wrenching her grip tighter but somewhat freeing Pelas' most feared weapons. With her cannons now finding some daylight, the blonde lurched forward with a hearty grunt and hugged the back of Ariel's skull as tight as she could, swaddling Winter's features and plunging her deep into her cavernous bosom.
Ariel began to immediately twist and gurgle in desperation, knowing that none so far had escaped this fleshy tomb. All it would take was a handful of seconds before she fell into the pit, a few moments of suffocation all Pelas needed to steal a victory. Perhaps acting on instinct alone, Winter craned the blonde even higher, lifting her feet off the ground nearly two feet before dropping. The blonde suddenly jolted and quaked with reverberations, her Breast Smother melting away as Winter countered with a breathtaking, cunt-shattering Inverted Atomic Drop. Pelas' jaw fell to the floor as she genuflect to a knee, her palms quaking as she rushed to cup her split, pulsing kitty, wailing hoarsely as she swayed on her knees, her freed tits teardropping heavily to the canvas. Ariel's eyes bugged in shock and relief as her sweat-soaked features slid from Lindsey's overflowing pillows, her bulbs darting around to figure out exactly how she'd managed to escape before settling on the distressed blonde at her feet.
With Pelas howling and frozen in crippling agony before her, Winter stepped up to the sagging blonde and repaid the favor; submerging Pelas' twisted featured deep into her cleavage. The blonde twisted and tugged as shrill squeals burst from Ariel's bosom, Pelas' thin stems folding up beneath her bubbly ass as she fell to her haunches, twitching with convulsions after just a few suffocating seconds. Lindsey's digits burrowed through folds of flesh as she cupped the back of Ariel's ass, clawing through the jiggling, supple flesh before her noodly arms fell away, dangling lifelessly at her sides. Pelas' heaving tits swung and pitched with convulsions as they teardropped toward the canvas, knocking weightedly against Ariel's thighs as she pressed into the blonde, jerking her oncemore to ensure she was unconscious before tossing her corpse to the canvas."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Lindsey Pelas vs. Ariel Winter (Tits 'N' Ass Title Match)
"Lindsey came into this expecting a younger girl that she would run over but she soon learned not to underestimate her opponent as Ariel quickly takes control, trapping Lindsey in a bearhug as their breasts press together.. “See this body Lindsey! Im gonna destroy you with these tits and my amazing ass!” The smaller girl boasts as she squeezes again making the blonde arch back before Lindsey grabs Ariel by the hair yanking her forward into her breasts, Ariel groaning as she tries to push away but Lindsey has her head trapped..
“Doesn’t seem hard to shut you up does it?” Lindsey smikes as Ariel is trapped between her famous big chest, the brunette squirming until Lindsey pushes her down to the ground and lands on top of her.. Ariel gasps for air and Lindsey makes a fatal mistake as she starts sliding up Ariel’s body and the brunette bucks hard sending the blonde to the side as Ariel rolls over gripping Lindsey by the hair “I didn’t stutter bitch! Your mine!” Ariel shouts..
Lindsey whines as her hair is yanked but soon her sounds are muffled as Ariel drops her ass on the blondes face hard as Lindsey lays there, the brunette squeezing her huge breasts as she engulfs the blondes face fully.. Ariel enjoys having this blonde bitch under her as she slowly breaks her down until Lindsey is lifeless under her..
Ariel’s phone is now filming as she looks at the camera “I'll take down any bitch in this division!” Ariel demands as the camera is moved to show Lindsey being force fed a strap-on as Ariel smiles “Now let me get back to earning my reward”...
- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen
Stana Katic vs. Katrina Bowden
Katrina Bowden (54%) defeats Stana Katic (46%)
Stana Katic vs. Katrina Bowden (Buck Naked Beauties Title Match)
"A pair of ruby-painted toes curled unsteadily over the tip of the steel ringpost as the more exuberant of the two competitors vaulted atop it; balancing wearily on her heels as she surveyed her downed foe, just outside the ring near the barrier between the action and the ravenous, lusting crowd. It was shockingly the elder brunette, Stana Katic, who was straightening her heaving, panting frame atop the post, balancing on wobbly stems for what she felt was a knockout kiss from the heavens; a brutal ten foot splash to where Katrina Bowden was waiting vacantly on her backside. Stana's bubbly, softly jiggling ass perked out toward the crowd as she clumsily dropped to a crouch before straightening back up; her plump, pink lips peeking out from between her spreading thighs as she revealingly squatted to make sure her exhausted frame didn't tip over. There was little to hide at this point, as both competitors had been stripped nude by the gropey forum staffers before they were allowed entry for this one-of-a-kind match. Heavy beads of sweat dripping from her naked bosom and trailing down her golden thighs made the footing unsteady, so perhaps long after she was ready, Stana cautiously leapt from the turnbuckle, hurdling toward the motionless blonde below who she'd afforded too much time to recover.
Just weeks ago it was Katic who had come out on top, albeit only technically, as her tag team partner, Molly Quinn, secured the victory for the duo over the Sassy Classy Sisters. In that match, Katic had run circles around the hapless, clueless blonde, ultimately knocking her out cold before Keibler interfered and saved Bowden's hide. As the building reached a fever-pitch, it seemed the same was destined to happen in this singles match. Katrina's lithe, flawless body was on inviting display, perhaps intentionally, as she writhed on the concrete outside the ring. Keeping a watchful eye on Katic's preparations, Katrina made sure to spread her limbs, meekly whimper, paw and massage her battered, perky tits in feigned agony; giving the appearance that she was down for the count.
Just as Stana vaulted from her perch, Katrina suddenly sprung to life, lifting her lower half off the concrete and tucking her knees to her chest. With just milliseconds to adjust, Katic could do little more than helplessly flail as she splashed directly onto Bowden's bony trap, her sternum devastatingly speared by the blonde's leggy defenses. There was a sickening *CRUNCH* of flesh as Stana's naked sternum thwacked against Katrina's tucked shins, catapulting awkwardly across the concrete. The brunette bucked and spasmed as if she'd just hit an electric fence, flailing in agony, throatily mewling as she coughed and sputtered breathlessly some five feet away from the preening blonde. Stana's hazel bulbs bulged as she finally lulled to her side swaddling her breasts, which had bore the full impact, breathlessly gagging and sucking for oxygen, her long stems pedaling as she floundered in visible distress.
Feeling minimal ill effects from the staggering impact, Bowden clambered to her feet and crawled sensually on hands and knees toward the downed brunette, scooping up a handful of her sweat-soaked auburn locks with one hand and clamping her throat with the other. Stana bleated and gurgled as Katrina pulled her to her feet and straightened her up to full height; Katic's paws meekly gripping the blonde's wrists as she moved to a two-handed choke. Lifting Stana's crumpled, slumping frame eye-to-eye, Katrina pulled the brunette closer until their freed breasts mushroomed together. Bowden's younger, supple, perky pair flattened Katic's fleshy, teardropping B-cups to her sternum, eliciting a soft whimper from the actress' lips before her mouth dropped agape. Katic twitched and spasmed as Bowden began to lift her by the throat, the veins in her neck crackling and bulging as she was hoisted six inches off the concrete, her painted toes pedaling for solid ground but finding none as Katrina pressed into her. To ease the pressure, Katic threw her stems around the blonde's midsection, tossing her hips forward and wrapping her legs around Katrina's waist, nuzzling her bushy mound against Bowden's pierced navel. With a furious screech, Bowden suddenly began to sprint forward toward the crowd, erupting and snapping Stana's straightened spine over the top edge of the steel crowd barricade with a vicious Running Two-Handed Chokeslam.
"HHHHNNNGGGGGGGUUUHHHLLLL" the brunette hoarsely howled, the small of her back awkwardly contorting over the top of the unforgiving barricade, her arms exploding backwards as she fell halfway over the waist-high fencing. Her lithe frame jarringly angled backwards at the waist, tits up, the crowd was momentarily stunned as her upper half arched into their laps, eyes welling with tears as she slumped against the steel twitching wildly, staring vacantly at the rafters, mouth breathlessly hanging agape, unsure if she was even still conscious from the spine-splintering impact. After a few moments of stunned indecision, the wilted brunette let out a throaty gurgle, her fingers twitching to indicate she'd somehow avoided paralysis as she began to slump back toward the ring. Their consciences wiped clean by the relief they hadn't just watched someone become crippled before their eyes, the crowd's wicked intentions returned, scooping the spasming brunette up by the armpits and making sure she didn't fall back into the playing field without a parting gift. Stana whimpered and feebly pried at the groping palms that gripped her; tugging her pony tail to crane her broken frame even further into their laps as every fold of flesh was invasively explored.
"Don't take her too far, you apes! I'm NOT getting disqualified over your incompetence... Leave her feet on this side" Katrina scoffed, commanding and orchestrating from the safety of her side of the barricade. Stana's lower half bucked and twitched as she was arched awkwardly over the top of the steel fencing, her torso lost in a sea of groping, raking hands as though she'd been enveloped by a hoarde of zombies. Muffled squeals and gurgles could be heard through the detestable crowd before suddenly a hoarse, shrill grunt burst forth as the brunette's skull was roughly positioned and her lips were parted by a throbbing, meaty cock. Katic's torso bulged and spasmed with rough pitches as she was skull-fucked mercilessly, her fleshy tits torn at by groping palms, her stiff, golden brown nipples ripped and tugged, her manicured bush of pubic hair and the pink, plump slit it protected viciously clawed and fish-hooked. The actress' slender abdomen flexed and panted as extended pumps were thrust down her throat, gurgling and helplessly gagging as she was relentlessly deepthroated. Finally the moan of release was bellowed by her captor as he blew his load down her throat, finishing with a messy facial before Stana was slung nearly lifelessly back over the barricade at Katrina's feet. Her crumpled frame hit with a wet thwack as she landed face-down on her belly, her statuesque frame still spasming with gags and gurgles, coughing up a mouthful of cum.
Dragging Katic back to her feet and rolling the vacant brunette beneath the ropes, Katrina took her sweet time sauntering back into the ring, reveling in her revenge for their prior contest. The only signs of life were the soft jiggling of Stana's upturned ass cheeks as Katrina paraded around her downed counterpart on the springy canvas, Katic's thighs easing into the splits as her face slid messily flat, her breathing labored, mascara and cum smeared across her flushed cheek.
With her rollick complete, Katrina straddled Katic from behind and pierced the backs of her slender thighs with her heels, pinning Stana's muscled stems to the ground with another agonized squeal. Grabbing the brunette's thin wrists, Katrina then fell back in a devastating Ceiling Hold, bridging Stana's broken, wilted frame into another inhuman shape. Stana's mouth fell open as she threw her head back in anguish, her limbs trembling as her body was twisted and shaped into a crippling submission hold with little resistance. Before the first throaty wail could even escape her lips, Katrina dropped the brunette's wrists and allowed Stana's upper half to sag closer, reaching forward with her long arms and twisting her forearm around Katic's dangling throat; transforming this already debilitating hold into a modified Sleeperhold-Ceiling Hold combination. Stana's mascara and cum-coated lashes glued shut as she was pulled into the blonde's Venus flytrap, her straining throat once again gurgling helplessly as she was strangled from behind. The handcuffed and exposed brunette began to sickeningly twitch as her thighs quaked from the pressure, turning to jelly instantly and easing into a revealing split. Katic's plump, pink slit pulsed with convulsions as her hips rolled back and forth, her slender belly flexing and panting as Katrina ruthlessly wrung Stana's frame to sink the Sleeperhold deeper. Mouthfuls of drool and cum sputtered from her lips with each jolt, trailing from the bottom row of her pearly white teeth and dribbling across the blonde's sadistic features. Finally the brunette's arms fell awkwardly backwards, dangling to the mat at Katrina's shoulders, her ruby-painted nails brushing the canvas as her playful, sweat-matted pony tail bobbed lifelessly just above Katrina's smirking lips. Katic's fleshy tits pitched with one last convulsion before her rigid frame fell slack, sagging in Bowden's arms, her thighs chicken-winging into a full split, jiggling before Katrina allowed the sputtering brunette to spill out of the hold.
The spry, invigorated blonde sprung to her feet practically before Stana's frame crumpled in a fleshy puddle to the ground; throwing her hands in the air victoriously and bounding across the ring before leaping atop the same turnbuckle in celebration that Stana had attempted to finish her from. Making sure to not leave her playtoy in too sheltered a position, Katrina quickly scrambled back toward Stana's awkwardly folded corpse, lifting the brunette's convulsing frame by the pony tail and displaying her at her hip, heeled like a dog. A stream of cum sloshed from Katic's bottom lip as her jaw fell slack, weightedly pitching with convulsions as Bowden lifted her lifeless frame to its knees before slumping to her haunches, her naked tits fleshily teardropping to the mat, her matted, sweat-soaked bush drenched with sweat and dribbles of cum, completely dismantled at Katrina's hand.
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Scarlett Johansson vs. Jessica Alba
Scarlett Johansson (53%) defeats Jessica Alba (47%)
Scarlett Johansson vs. Jessica Alba (Sex Fight Title Match)
"Jessica was face to face with one of her all time rivals as they were both in simple bra’s and thongs, silver for Scarlett and red for Jessica. Scarlett was taken by surprise early as Jessica pushed her onto the bed and quickly mounted her belly “This belt will be mine after I make you cum Scarlett..” Jessica declares before slapping the blonde across the cheek dazing her.. Scarlett looks down as her leg is lifted and Jessica slides back going thong to thong as she starts grinding away on the Avengers star, reaching down she grabs onto Jessica trying to trib back but its a tough spot, one that Jessica looks to utilize.
Jessica keeps up the pace as Scarlett matches her until the blonde finds herself in trouble, Jessica presses her foot on Scarlett’s face pinning the blonde to the bed as she pants and gasps feeling her body getting turned on each minute.. Jessica wants this to be special, out dueling a sex symbol like Scarlett is what she needs as she gets off and yanks tye blonde up and turns her around on all fours before humoing the blonde as she yanks her by the hair.. “Jessss pleaseeeeee!” Scarlett is moaning out as Jessica just laughs “Just admit you are just all show and no action loser!” She fires back as their bodies bounce with the action..
Jessica starts getting cocky and lets go of Scarlett’s hair and grabs her hips as she pushes Scarlett down but the blonde sees an opening and pushes backwards shocking Jessica as she loses balance. Scarlett breathing heavily as she has been on the opposite side for awhile, she jumps on Jessica’s chest making the brunette bounce and gasp before rolling off and turning Jessica to the side as she slides her body up behind her, grabbing her by the neck as she turns her face and lock lips.. Jessica feels tye blonde slide her hand between her thong and start massaging her pussy slowly which isn’t what Jessica thought Scarlett would do, its actually driving her wild as Scarlett kisses her containing the moans..
Jessica is trying to fight but the blonde is showing her sexual prowess now, something Jessica had only heard rumors about but never believed it.. Jessica’s body is betraying her as she is slowly giving in before Scarlett presses her fingers in deep and that sends her over the edge as she moans into Scarlett’s mouth again but this time reaching climax as the blonde feels her fingers get wet with Jessica’s juices before pulling them out and pushing Jessica onto her stomach.. “Now who is the loser, I don’t run my mouth because I can outsex anyone here bitch” Scarlett smiles as she has won this amazing match.. Scarlett has her eyes on the prize as she picks up her phone “Jessica is finished, I want that fight with Emily Addison now..”
- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen
Jennifer Aniston (60%) defeats Taylor Swift (40%)
Taylor Swift vs. Jennifer Aniston (Jobber Title Match)
"Sporting a pitiful 1 - 5 record and thought to be nearing retirement by many; crowning Jennifer Aniston the Jobber Queen would have been a fair and fitting send-off for the aging Hollywood star. But much like her sitcom that refused to die, Aniston had other plans. Despite being all bark with rarely any bite, Taylor Swift was expected to roll over the blonde two decades her senior, never considering for a second that she might join her tag partner, Victoria Justice, in the loser's circle.
Perhaps expecting her elder foe to simply concede, Swift was completely aloof from the opening bell, mounty a paltry effort against a surprisingly ravenous Aniston. It took only a few moments for the glistening actress to assert her dominance; tossing the gangly blonde across the ring with a bra-shredding twirl of her wrists. Cupping her jiggling, newly freed tits, Swift was stunned and helpless as Jen lept across the canvas and detonated a crippling Facebuster, spiking Tay chin-first into the mat below by her scalp. The wilting blonde's skull jounced sickeningly off the canvas as her bulbs fluttered nearly shut, gurgling and sputtering with fleshy convulsions as she sulked flat on her belly, her pert B-cups mushrooming out from below her slender sternum.
Rotating to straddle the blonde's lower half, Aniston venomously cackled as she ruthlessly tugged at Swift's flossy bottoms, peeling the sweat-soaked material from between her cheeks until she wriggled them off her hips completely, leaving the pop superstar completely naked. Beginning to come to, Swift reeled and protested at the feel of the cool arena air rushing over her smooth, waxed slit; kicking out at Aniston and attempting to belly-crawl away from the pressuring blonde. With a wry smile Jen reached forward and clasped the singer's thin thighs, tugging with a domineering grunt and sliding the mewling Swift back into her lap. Taylor's thighs eased into the splits as Jennifer lustily craned forward, throatily grunting as she massaged her pelvis into Swift's plump, peeking kitty from behind.
"Hnnn--nnnnhh... STAAWWWP" Swift hoarsely wailed as Aniston pumped her hips into the blonde from behind, thrusting and rhythmically bucking against Swift's pelvis. Suddenly Jen bent forward and scooped the singer's chin, hooking Taylor's glossy lips with three digits on each side. With another paralyzing jolt, Aniston leaned back to her haunches and slung the hacking Swift in half with a devastating Camel Clutch. The blonde's mouth hung agape as she wailed and babbled, pedaling her straining stems as her upper half was lifted and twisted awkwardly off the canvas. Her naked headlights beamed toward the front few rows as Jennifer made sure to contort her lithe frame into maximum exposure, her pert, twitching B-cups on inviting display as she was bent in half at the waist. Swift sloshed and objected for no more than a handful of seconds before she rattled her submission on Aniston's thigh, as much from the humiliation as the agony. Finally being allowed to unfold from the hold, Swift's naked frame slumped in defeat on her belly, wailing as she clutched the small of her back, her thighs easing spread eagle as she floundered to her side, with only the Jobber Queen title belt offering some sort of cover as Aniston preened above her.
It might be time to rebrand 'Swift Justice' as 'Swift Defeat'."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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