PPV 48
Kate Upton (56%) defeats Brooklyn Decker (44%)
Kate Upton vs. Brooklyn Decker (Skin-to-Win Match)
"When this match was booked it was instantly billed as one of the most hyped matches the Celebrity Wrestling Federation had ever seen, up there with the titanic Kate Upton vs Alexandra Daddario fights as the world famous rivalry, fought across numerous federations, including a recent title bout in the CFWA in which Brooklyn emerged victorious. Despite that recent win, as always, everyone predicted this fight would be close and could go either way. This match was full of twists which made it an even more electric environment. One, the match was in a cage that, after the fighters had entered, could not be unlocked until a fighter defeated their opponent and the only way to win was via a valid 10-count pin. Two, this was an "anything goes" match. Three, this was a "skin-to-win" match which meant no valid pin could be recorded unless the pinned fighter was stripped completely.
Those predictions turned out to be true for the first 20 minutes of a brutal back and forth battle between the two elite fighters as they dueled for the win. Brooklyn took a slight early lead after stripping Kate of her top 15 minutes into the fight and 5 minutes later had Kate exactly where she wanted her after Brooklyn's brutal power bomb left her rival laid out on the mat.
Unfortunately for Brooklyn, things took a turn for the worse after a missed moonsault turned into a brutal assault by Kate in response. Taking advantage of Brooklyn's mistake, Kate quickly climbed back up to her feet as adrenaline rushed through her, rejuvenating her tired body as she delivered multiple quick stomps to Brooklyn's belly before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up into a bent over standing position.
"Get ready to say hello to the canvas again, bitch!" Kate snarled as she displayed her incredible strength, lifting Brooklyn up perpendicular to the ground in a perfect position to deliver a tombstone piledriver. Kate dropped to knees, spiking Brooklyn's head into the mat ferociously as her hatred for her blonde rival consumed her. Brooklyn's body fell to the canvas lifelessly as she laid there spread-eagled.
As she climbed onto Brooklyn's prone form, Kate grinned venomously as she slapped Brooklyn's face back and forth until she got more and more responsive. Once satisfied, Kate laughed and said, "bet you regret stripping my top off now," as she lowered famous 34DD chest onto Brooklyn's still mostly dazed face while locking on a grapevine. "Wha--MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH!" Just as Brooklyn was about to speak her voice was muffled by Kate's breast smother, which only prompted more trash talk from the current CWF Champion. "Bet you regret issuing that open challenge to me now don't you?" Kate asked with a laugh full of malice. All Kate heard was "MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHH! MMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH! MMMMMPPPHHH!!!!" as Brooklyn tried to reply while trapped in Kate's impressive cleavage.
"You want to be trapped deeper in my cleavage? Is that what I heard? No problem, Brooklyn, I can do that for sure!" Kate replied in a mocking sing-song voice as she pulled Brooklyn deeper into her terrifying smother. With her mouth and nose pressed against Kate's sternum, the rest of her facial features engulfed by Kate's bosom, and her air supply and strength being rapidly drained, Brooklyn knew she was in deep trouble. Struggle as she might, in her weakened state she couldn't break her head free of Kate's grip on her head and after multiple attempts tapped on Kate's biceps to signal her submission as she gave up her struggles and admitted defeat.
And then she tapped again. And again. And then multiple rapid taps in a row. Her lungs were on fire as her mind entered a state of delirium from oxygen deprivation as the breast smother sent her into true sensory overload. Brooklyn's confusion turned into panic as Kate laughed and said condescendingly, "oh, Brooklyn...don't you remember this match only ends via pin...and while you are pinned to the mat right now...you still have your clothes on and this is a "skin-to-win" match." Her mouth curled into a cheshire grin, "and our fun is just getting started." And as the panic consumed Brooklyn, fear of Kate Upton's tits conquered her every thought. And then a few moments later her mind went blank, knocked out for the first of what was sure to be many times that night in front of the raucous CWF crowd..."
- Submission by NoAirZone
Lucy Pinder vs. Gemma Atkinson
Gemma Atkinson (61%) defeats Lucy Pinder (39%)
Lucy Pinder vs. Gemma Atkinson (Skin-to-Win Match)
"Lucy and Gemma had been waiting for this for some time; the battle of the best the UK had to offer. Lucy had the chest advantage but Gemma was the fittest of the two. Both women came out swinging as they slapped and yanked on each other early on. Lucy was dazed by Gemma from the start after a slap connected just right, leaving her on the ropes as Gemma followed up with a body press squashing Lucy’s famous pair, groaning out before Gemma yanked her top off scoring the first strip.
Lucy gasps after her top is yanked off and her rival bends down grabbing her ankles, yanking as hard as she can. Gemma pulls so hard that Lucy slams down on the mat as her big chest bounces hard, Gemma gripping onto her stretch pants as she tugs away as Lucy tries to stop her... “You're getting stripped loser! I'm the superior one in this ring.” Gemma barks as she places her foot on Lucy’s face pinning her down as she strips Lucy nude.
Lucy groans under Gemma’s foot as she knows she is now stripped and on the verge of losing. Gemma is loving this as she pushes Lucy’s legs to the ground before turning and jumping up, landing ass first on Lucy’s face as she hooks her leg. Lucy is motionless as she is pinned for the count, Gemma standing up victorious as she poses “If you ever want a rematch then you should train more.” Gemma smiles.
- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen
Jennifer Lawrence vs. Jordan Carver
Jordan Carver (62%) defeats Jennifer Lawrence (38%)
Jennifer Lawrence vs. Jordan Carver (Skin-to-Win Match)
"A one-time contender for the Bantamweight crown, Jennifer Lawrence's career was threatening to freefall if she couldn't right the sinking ship soon. Seemingly a get-right opponent on paper given her lack of experience and devastating first loss, Jordan Carver turned out to have a much more dangerous repertoire than simply her enveloping pair of tits; showcasing immaculate ground-work that kept the taller Lawrence from utilizing her lone advantage.
Depositing Lawrence to the ground with slam-after-slam and infrequently letting her get back up, Carver used her bountiful bosom to wear Lawrence down rather than snuff her out with a singular smother, slowly peeling Jennifer out of both her spandex top and bottoms over the course of the match. Finally slipping into a full mount, the winded Lawrence's defenses were scattered and ill-advised as she insisted on protecting only against a Breast Smother, singularly focued on Jordan's freed, dangling tits. Snagging and shoving JLaw's head right past her overflowing breasts, Carver instead twisted and grinded the protesting blonde's statuesque form into a pristine Guillotine Choke, rendering the helpless actress unconscious within seconds for the upset win."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Natalie Portman vs. Alexa Bliss
Alexa Bliss (66%) defeats Natalie Portman (34%)
Natalie Portman vs. Alexa Bliss (Skin-to-Win Match)
"No matter how much you plan and prepare, things can still go wrong. Natalie had these words echoing through her head as the night had spiraled into a disaster from the moment the bell rang. Alexa had outworked, outmaneuvered and outsped her throughout the night, rattling her with sharp elbows, stiff kicks, and back-rattling slams that left the Harvard alum writhing in pain. Natalie was still in this match, but things would only get worse.
After clobbering the Academy Award winner with a head-shaking forearm to the face, Alexa finally slid Portman’s tight black spandex shorts right down and off her smooth legs. In complete control, Bliss began showboating to the crowd in her signature pose, holding her captured prize above her shoulder while salaciously licking her lips to the delight of the crowd and cameras. All just long enough for Natalie to sneak up behind her and pull down Bliss’ teeny tiny camo shorts, sending the blonde face first to the mat as Portman wiggled the shorts fully off of her. "Five Feet of a Flabby Ass is what they should call you," Portman quipped, her face red, but her expression renewed with a glimmer of hope. Bliss angrily threw Portman’s bottoms into the crowd, letting the audience fight for them as she turned around to face her foe. The Goddess of WWE’s face twisted in a bright red fury as the two stood across the ring from each other bottomless.
There was no comeback quip as Bliss rushed headfirst at her foe, pushing Natalie into the ropes as the two simultaneously latched onto each other's hairs, the frenzied movement leaving them in a back and forth struggle as they traded places against the ropes, the rough red rubber pushing firmly against each woman’s jiggling cheeks. The chaos ended as Natalie made her play, shifting all of her weight to throw herself fully into Bliss and push her bare ass first into the corner. Shoving her forearm into Bliss’ neck, Natalie put her in place, her mind racing as she tried to think of what move to make next … .. "AUGH!" Portman howled, dropping to the floor in agony as she covered her bare, aching crotch.
"Don’t fuck with me. Maybe next time you won’t get knee'd." Bliss huffed, ripping off Portman’s black sports bra as uncomfortably as she could before rubbing it against her bare ass, throwing it back square onto Natalie’s face remorselessly. Alexa climbed the turnbuckles, taking a leap at her downed, blinded foe beneath her before she leapt back in a spiral, landing flush with a picture-perfect Twisted Bliss to her nude foe. Not bothering to hook Portman’s leg, Alexa laid back on the aching Hollywood star like she was her own personal pillow, listening with a blasé smile as the ref repeated the words she’d heard so many times before: 1, 2, 3!
- Submission by Mr. Drake
Natalie Portman vs. Alexa Bliss (Skin-to-Win Match)
"If Alexa's pre-fight promo wasn't enough proof that she didn't want to compete in a match with such a humiliating, degrading, vulgar stipulation, it was certainly apparent on her face. Miss Bliss scowled during the entirety of her opponent's entrance to the ring, glaring at both her opponent and the rowdy, roaring audience. In honor of Halloween, Alexa Bliss was garbed in a Freddy Krueger inspired outfit, complete with a ripped, red striped sweater and with sharp metal nails jutting from the fingertips of her gloves. Bliss impatiently stalked across the ring as Natalie timidly stepped over the ropes. Natalie was also festively dressed, wearing the black dress she wore during her starring role in 'Black Swan'. She even wore the same dark eye-makeup, hoping it would intimidate her shorter, younger opponent. Spoiler alert: it had no effect whatsoever.
The moment Portman stepped foot inside the ring Alexa was on the attack, swarming Natalie with a barrage of swiping elbows to the face and snapping kicks to the shins. As opposed to attempting to regain order, the referee simply rang the bell and watched the fireworks. Alexa put her sharp Krueger claws to good use, utilizing them to swipe at Natalie's frilly dress, ripping giant gaping holes into the fabric. Natalie, utterly terrified, tried crawling away on her hands and knees. Tattered strips of cloth from her elegant black dress hung down her wilted, lanky frame, revealing glimpses of the Movie Star's black lace lingerie.. Portman was overwhelmed by the unrelenting flurry of offense by the spunky "5 feet of Fury" and fell straight into Alexa's trap. As soon as Natalie reached the bottom rope, Bliss ran behind her and shoved her knee into the back of Portman's neck, forcing her foe's throat against the bottom rope, cruelly choking her.
The sound of boos from the disgruntled crowd fills the packed arena. After several seconds of her captured screaming for mercy, Alexa finally relents. Natalie sucks in a lungful of air and flops back on the mat like a fish out of water. Alexa, showing no remorse, stomps her boots down on Natalie's hair, grabs her wrists, and pulls the older woman up, yanking Portman's hair. Natalie sobs from the agonizing, underhanded attack, her tears streaking her jet black eye makeup down her crimson cheeks. Bliss doesn't stop pulling her arms and yanking her hair until Portman is incoherently sobbing. Only then does the cruel blonde release her foe's wrists and instead grabs onto the tattered fabric of Natalie's dress, shredding it completely off.
"Oh, shut up!!" Alexa screams down at Natalie, "You're pathetic! I'm the Goddess! I run this division! I RUN THIS FEDERATION!!" Alexa shrieks, bending down and landing a hard bitch slap to Portman's face. Bliss reaches down, grabs Portman's bra between the cups and, with one yank, rips it off, revealing her small, pale breasts. Natalie is hysterical, bawling her eyes out. The audience is usually bloodthirsty and uncaring, but even they couldn't help but feel sympathy for the blubbering woman. Bliss stomps to the corner, leaps to the top of the turnbuckle and flips through the air, landing ontop of Natalie, connecting with her signature move 'Twisted Bliss'. The collision knocks Portman completely out, allowing Alexa to effortlessly yank off her panties, revealing her foe's neatly-trimmed crotch.
With a disgusted scoff at her dozing opponent, Bliss hooks Natalie's leg, pulling the limb back, causing the overhead spotlights to shine down on her sweat-soaked labia. The 3 count by the referee is only a formality. This wasn't a fight, this was a message from Bliss, from The Goddess. After the referee raises Alexa's hand, the diabolical blonde rips Natalie up by a handful of hair, tucks the lifeless loser's head under her arm and falls back. The crown of Portman's skull collides on the canvas with a sickening thud. Alexa stands up, spits on Portman's back and exits the ring, fully clothed and unscathed."
- Submission by jdo90
Keira Knightley vs. Kristen Bell
Kristen Bell (70%) defeats Keira Knightley (30%)
Keira Knightley vs. Kristen Bell (Skin-to-Win Match)
"Despite nearly-mirrored records, the baffled viewers might have thought they were witnessing a Strawweight versus Bantamweight squash match the way Kristen Bell had dissected the lanky Brit opposite her. Keira audaciously stammered back to her feet, wobbling on her heels after a dizzying Airplane Spin and Sitout Slam left her shaky and bewildered. Her slender, gangly frame drifted half a dozen drunken steps before finally stabilizing, already stripped completely buck naked aside from a single ragged sock clinging to her right heel. The brunette's head hung low as she meekly shielded her bushy mound and perky A-cups with both arms; a flustered, pouty whimper slipping from her lips in place of the endless trash-talk and taunts that flowed early in the fight.
Kristen's outfit had remained bulletproof, still safely clinging to her tiny frame aside from a few tattered scrapes and tears. With a sudden, breezy rush that once again shocked the brunette, Kristen crow-hopped forward and scooped up Knightley by the waist; twisting both arms around her hips and lifting her parallel to the ground.
Keira's long, slender stems pedaled and kicked with desperation as Bell struck a domineering pose, savoring every pathetic whimper and blubber from the Brit. Then, lifting to her tippy toes, Kristen craned Keira's gawky, squirming frame and drove her curled spine through the canvas below with a gutting Sidewalk Slam, flattening Knightley's already delicate abdomen. Keira's slender back arched off the canvas as her mouth fell agape, hoarsely gagging and whimpering for oxygen, only her compressed lungs wouldn't hold a single breath. Her modest bosom quaked and sputtered with spasms as all four limbs weightily slid to the mat, sprawled on her back as Kristen hunched down and scooped the back of her right leg.
First peeling the sheer, black sock off her heel, Kristen then yanked Knightley's pendulous stem as high as it would stretch, tucking it against her sternum, revealingly splitting her slender thighs to display her plump, pink lips and bubbly, upturned ass. Keira's frame jostled with panting heaves as Bell applied the pin, stuffing Keira's sweaty sock into her mouth to finally shut the Brit up as the 3-count rumbled, ending Knightley's nightmare."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
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