PPV 50 (Royal Rumble)
Welcome to the first ever Royal Rumble Battle Royale for the Celebrity Wrestling Federation! I wanted to do this as a massive thank you to those that have contributed with stories, voting, and comments through the first 49 CWF events. The rules of the Royal Rumble Battle Royale are simple, and will have NOTHING whatsoever to do with voting. Strength, record, cup size, popularity, all mean nothing. There will be FOUR fighters in the ring at all times, no more, no less. Once a fighter is eliminated by going through the ropes and leaving the ring (over, under, doesn't matter), the next fighter in the order will enter the ring. The last fighter standing is declared the winner!!
If you're interested in the technical side of things, feel free to keep reading. Once I have each entrant numbered 1-30, I will use a random number generator (RNG) to pick their order of entry/appearance. If the first number I draw in the RNG is #23, fighter #23 is the first to enter the ring. This continues until the entire order has been determined. I will not post the order of appearance, so it will always remain a surprise who is coming next. Once the first four fighters are in the ring, fighting will commence. Let's say that the four fighters in the ring are #23, #8, #14, and #21. I will run the RNG until it lands on one of the EXISTING numbers in the ring, let's say #8. This is the ATTACKER. Next, I will run the RNG until it lands on a second EXISTING number in the ring, let's say #14. This means that #8 (attacker) will eliminate #14 in my story. Then, the next fighter in line will enter. No one needs to worry about the numbers, RNG, voting, or writing, this will all be done by me behind the scenes. Hope you enjoy!
In Ring
Celeste Star: "Hi everyone and welcome to the Mandalay Bay casino for the very first Celebrity Wrestling Federation Royal Rumble Battle Royale!! I'm your host and color-girl for this very special event, Celeste Star. I'm going to let the fabulous ladies in the ring do most of the talking, but before we get started, here are the rules. There will be FOUR fighters in the ring at all times, no more, no less. Once a fighter is eliminated by going over, under or through the ropes and hitting the ground, the next fighter will be forced to enter the ring. The last fighter standing after all THIRTY girls enter the ring is declared the winner!! Now here's the fun part, the order is completely random and even I don't know who's going to come down that ramp next! The first four girls are getting settled in the ring, so let's get this thing started!!! Starting us off will be Katrina Bowden, Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus and Demi Rose Mawby."
As one might expect, the opening moments were understandably timid, with most of the ladies doing more surveying than scrapping as they tried to settle in to this unique contest. After all, gassing yourself out in the first five minutes was no way to last in such a staggeringly long battle; and with eyes on the million dollar prize awaiting the winner, things would surely be hotly contested with varying strategies and alliances throughout. While one end of the spectrum gave us cautious fighters refusing to engage like Selena Gomez, the other end had reckless tornados like Miley Cyrus. With the others seemingly content to ride out the momentum and conserve their energy, being careful to not pick unnecessary fights, the wildcat blonde opened by tearing into anything with a pulse practically before the bell had even rung.
Celeste Star: "Holy shit! Looks like Miley Cyrus is here for a good time, not a long time. This psycho bitch is scratching and clawing at seemingly all three girls at once! I fucking love her!!"
Maybe Miley was trying to make a bold statement knowing she was unlikely to last until the final four, but the diminutive wild woman managed to pick three separate fights before anyone else had picked one; finally settling on the only girl who would do anything but retreat, Demi Rose Mawby. As the two traded blows on one end of the ring, on the other Katrina Bowden took an arrogant and disinterested seat atop the turnbuckle and simply looked on while preening herself, content to watch the hair fly with Gomez who appeared to be no threat. Not quite as passive as Bowden, Selena continued to wade through and test the waters on the outskirts of Cyrus and Mawby's scrap, picking and choosing when she wanted to dart in for an extra stomp or slap to a downed vixen, playing no favorites while the outcome was still undecided. Finally it was the pixie blonde who gained the upper hand, twirling Mawby into the corner turnbuckle where the winded Brit sagged swaddling her bosom as it heaved. A high-riding tank top cut off just below her massive tits offered a significant amount of underboob when motionless, but as Mawby's tortured frame slumped against the ringpost writhing in agony, her golden orbs couldn't help but spill out the bottom of her frayed tank.
Celeste Star: "Titties!! I saw titties! That's the first 'nipple' prop bet cash for you degenerates at home. That's right, I'm not only your color-girl, but I'm a filthy gambler who laid half her paycheck on random prop bets for this fight. I've got a parlay on 20 sets of tits and 10 fully naked sluts being exposed at +900. Come on Miley, make mommy a millionaire!!!"
Sensing an opportunity to cut down a Bantam early, Selena finally chose her side, joining Miley in the corner for brutal, alternating backhanded slaps to Demi's naked chest. The brunette wailed with each fleshy *CLAP*, her voluptuous frame sagging lower and lower as the machine-gun blows rained down upon her jiggling tits. With Cyrus practically foaming at the mouth, Selena retreated toward the center of the ring at her command, content to take a backseat to an insatiable Cyrus in order to avoid a change of target. With Gomez poised and waiting mid-ring, Miley dragged Demi's blubbering frame out of the corner and slung her toward Selena who was waiting with a devastating Big Boot. Mawby's jaw slung sickeningly sideways as her chin was pierced by Selena's heel, her body buckling and slamming to the canvas with a weighty thud, gurgling and quaking as the springy mat reverberated. Sliding to her knees at Mawby's hip, Gomez made quick work of the convulsing Brit, rolling her lifeless frame beneath the bottom rope and shoving her to the concrete below.
Celeste Star: "What a stunning tag-team knockout that was!! Maybe Miley isn't as nutjob crazy as she looks. That was brilliant maneuvering to get the biggest threat out of the way first! Wait, watch out Selena, I don't like that look in Cyrus' eyes, she might come for you next! Speaking of, here comes the next fighter..."
In Ring
Olivia Munn was down the ramp and sliding into the ring nearly before Demi hit the pavement, but as she darted beneath the ropes and settled on a target, Miley was already dissolving any friendships she might have made; turning on Selena and tucking the mortified brunette between her thighs for a nasty Piledriver that left her head spinning. Gomez spent the next few minutes at Miley's mercy; slung and slammed every which way until the curvy Texan popped right out of her diamond-studded bra, hoarsely wheezing as Miley's latest deposit put the singer nearly out of commission on her back, writhing in breathless agony, one of her golden-brown nipples peeking playfully from her left cup.
Celeste Star: "You better count that little nipple peek as a full-on topless wardrobe malfunction, Vegas. That's two already before the second elimination -- and holy shit! Katrina is looking for the trifecta!!!"
Operating safely clear of the bull-in-a-china-shop blonde, newcomer Olivia Munn wasn't faring much better with her platinum-haired counterpart. Finally hopping off her perch once Munn carelessly turned her back, Katrina Bowden had jumped the Sooner much like Cyrus had Gomez. Vaulted effortlessly through a handful of mirroring throws, Munn was already reeling and even more thoroughly exposed, only Bowden had managed to completely remove her bright pink prize; Olivia's microscopic lycra bikini top. Olivia blubbered and wailed as she belly-crawled toward the ropes, her freed golden orbs mushrooming and teardropping against the canvas as she pathetically squirmed away from a stalking Bowden. The actress' plump cheeks devoured the matching string thong bottoms she'd narrowly managed to keep for the moment, disappearing up her ass as she gingerly reached for the bottom rope.
"Nuh-uh! You're goin' the wrong way!" Bowden callously cooed as she scooped Olivia up by the scalp and wrenched her naked torso off the mat. The brunette throatily mewled as she was dragged upright to wobbly heels, her hands arresting and clinging to Katrina's commanding wrists as she was straightened up against the ropes, her slender sternum bowing the forgiving ring ropes as Kat pressured the curve of her spine with her hip.
"Now go and join the fun, Munn -- alley oop!!" the blonde gleefully barked as she artfully twirled her taller frame and spun Olivia in the opposite direction, slingshotting her across the ring with enough momentum to reach a clumsy stampede. Careening out of control, Olivia tramped toward the pair scuffling on the other half of the ring, letting out a shrill shriek as she lowered her shoulder and clobbered an unsuspecting Cyrus. Too busy going for the kill on Gomez, Miley wasn't able to brace in the slightest; taking Olivia's running shoulder square in the ribs and being awkwardly driven through the ropes, skidding to an awkward stop on her side before tipping out of the ring and hitting the concrete.
Celeste Star: "Unreal!!! Katrina Bowden is practically out of breath she's cackling so hard, and I don't blame her! That couldn't have worked out more perfectly if she'd planned it. Wait, did she plan that?!"
In Ring
The next fighter to climb into the ring was Alison Brie, who made a preventive beeline toward former stablemate Olivia Munn who was desperately clinging to the ropes after knocking Cyrus through them. Displaying a heartwarming bit of integrity by helping Munn back to her feet, Alison's compassion would cost her almost immediately now that Katrina had started to feel as though she was the alpha in the ring. With Gomez and Munn licking their wounds and too weary to fight for the moment, the conniving blonde made short work of a helpless Brie. Taking a page out of her stablemate and partner Stacy Keibler's playbook, Bowden used one of her sinewy stems to pin the shorter Brie to the corner turnbuckle, lifting and choking the convulsing brunette with her heel until Alison collapsed in a sputtering heap at her feet.
Celeste Star: "Is that even legal, Ref?! Aren't there rules against strangulation? Wait -- who am I even talking to? I don't see an official for miles. Fuck it, peel her out of that top while she's down!"
The wounded brunette's porcelain, milky white curves spilled from the biting spandex top and bottoms saran-wrapped around her frame, nearly overflowing out of her top as she curled into the fetal position on all fours cupping her throat. Just as Katrina sensually hunched at the waist to peel Brie right back up, the canvas began to rumble with a heavy patter of footsteps at her back. Seemingly with eyes in the back of her skull, Bowden effortlessly wheeled just in time to catch a charging Munn with a breathtaking Spinning Heel Kick, another devastating trick taught to her by her mentor, Stacy Keibler. Olivia's lifeless frame weightlessly twirled and went airborne as her limbs instantly sloshed to her sides, crippled by the big boot to her jaw that almost spun her through a full backflip revolution. The decapitated Munn landed with a meaty thud on her plump backside, her delicate frame sprawled into the splits with her arms strewn above her head, a showering mist of sweat coating her glistening, naked torso from the explosion.
Celeste Star: "Sweet Jesus!!! Olivia just got absolutely DEMOLISHED! She's down and she ain't gettin' up anytime soon after that brutal heel... Somebody roll that comatose bitch out of the ring, but take her thong first!"
Afforded a moment to turn her attention back to Alison now that Munn was peacefully slumbering and sufficiently dealt with, the stunned silent arena watched in awe as Katrina lifted Alison's chin, propping up the teary, doe-eyed brunette for another devastating spike of her heel. In a brilliant flash of fleshy lightning, Katrina coiled her corpsemaker right leg and toe-kicked Alison Brie square in the temple, knocking her out cold with one sweep of her foot. Following another thunderous *CLAP* of meat, Brie's torso skid through the bottom and middle rope at her side, awkwardly folding and spilling to the concrete below.
Celeste Star: "Wow! A two-on-one and Katrina didn't even break a sweat?! What is this girl made of? A sweet gesture, but you've got to wonder about Alison Brie's strategy there. Sure you want some honor in an elimination, but she could've shoved Olivia Munn right through the ropes and scored an easy knockout! Instead, they're both sleepin' with the fishes..."
In Ring
As awestruck at Katrina's extraordinary display of athleticism as the crowd was, Selena Gomez was equally dumbfounded by what she'd just seen. How could she compete with that?! So frozen with terror in fact, that she'd drifted aimlessly toward the ropes away from the action, leaving herself vulnerable from the backside. This wasn't too big a problem with all the fight kept in front of her, but the nature of this competition presented unique problems.
Celeste Star: "Selena doesn't see her! She doesn't see her! She's frozen solid! Run away baby deer, there's a semi headed straight toward you!!"
As Katrina moved to clean up her second kill, Gomez continued to back too close to the tiger cage, and when the next fighter, Kristen Bell, rolled under the ropes at Selena's hip, the overwhelmed brunette sung her last note.
"Hey, kid!" the elder Bell yelped as she sprinted through and dove under the bottom rope, springing to her feet just as Selena twirled to greet her with a startled expression etched across her face. Gripping the awestruck brunette by her curvy hips, Kristen curled around her and tucked her pelvis against Selena's bubbly ass, locking the floundering singer in her grip before exploding backwards with a majestic German Suplex. A diminutive fighter at only 5'1, Bell lifted to her tippy toes to ensure Gomez cleared the top rope as she let fly with her baggage and vaulted Selena out of the ring, releasing her at the peak and slinging her carelessly to the ground below. Selena landed awkwardly folded in half, crunching with a fleshy, bony bounce off the unforgiving concrete before skidding to a brutal stop, motionless on her side.
Celeste Star: "I guess the kid is the paramedics' problem now... Can we get someone down there to check on Selena Gomez??? Does Kristen Bell really want to take on Katrina Bowden right now? I'm not so sure I'd want to poke that bear, best to just let her play with her food. Right now that meal is Olivia Munn, but it doesn't look like there's much fight left in that dead fish, just some flopping."
In Ring
The next fighter in the ring couldn't have come at a more opportune time for the still-twitching Munn, as it was her stablemate, Megan Fox.
Celeste Star: "Absolutely unreal luck there for Olivia -- if there's anyone who can step into this ring and immediately assert some dominance and control, it's Foxy. This bitch is a born-winner; somebody better warn Katrina before Megan goes for a sneak attack!"
As Katrina continued her steamy parade around the downed corpse of Olivia Munn, the brunette was finally beginning to stir back to life; though surprisingly Katrina was encouraging Olivia to her feet with a barrage of X-rated taunts. With a point and wink toward the announcer's table, Katrina sensually straddled the wide, rocking hips of the spasming brunette and peeled her out of her sagging string bottoms; shimmying the tiny, biting crotch until it slid down over her thick mound of pubic hair, then plucking the sweat-soaked material from her plump lips. With another gleeful grin, Bowden flicked the slingshot into the front rows; a mad rush ensuing as throngs of fans dove to the floor hoping to score the first of what they hoped were many souvenirs.
Celeste Star: "That tease!! I thought with that glance over here that Katrina was gonna fling those panties to me. Maybe I should've gone head-first into the stands to get them... Either way, there's my first big prop hit -- we get some bush within the first five rounds!! At +700, mamma's gettin' a new ride!"
Accompanying a discordant roar from the crowd, Megan Fox finally made her way down the ramp and darted into the ring, making a brash rush toward her partner who looked to be on the ropes, both figuratively and literally.
"Not so fast -- take a seat, bitch!!" Kristen alertly shouted, intercepting Megan mid-ring before she could reach Katrina. Clasping the shoulder strap of Megan's sheer, matte black bra with both hands, Bell twirled and slung the startled Fox right back where she came from, nearly sending her clean out of the ring with one authoritative swing. With her feet barely having hit the mat, Megan was awkwardly launched through the ropes, both shoulder straps of her leather bra snapping instantly in Bell's palms as she tumbled out of the ring, just managing to snag the middle rope with one hand as she skid to the edge of the apron. Her eyes wide with consternation, Megan narrowly managed to lift herself from her dangling predicament and climb off the edge of elimination, sliding back beneath the bottom rope as Kristen huffed in frustration that she hadn't scored the fortunate fall. With her dangling bra now strapless and suspended around her belly as she pushed to her knees, Megan took Kristen's non-verbal message to heart as Bell stepped between Fox and the devastation befalling her partner, knowing she herself was in too compromised a position against the ropes.
Celeste Star: "What a stunning turn -- Kristen Bell protecting Katrina Bowden?? Do they have some affiliation I'm not aware of? Can we get the research department on that? She almost took Megan Fox out with the snap of a finger! I guess blondes stick together, at least for now..."
With Olivia finally drifting back to life, her eyes vacantly fluttering open, the brunette's naked spasms and convulsions gave way to rapid, anxious panting as Katrina stepped over her slender waist once again, clawing at the brunette's scalp and lifting her to unsteady footing with one harsh tug. Twirling and hugging Munn's drifting frame tight to her belly chest-to-chest, Olivia blubbered as Katrina's toned frame enveloped her own, pancaking her fleshy, dangling B-cups flat to her sternum. The brunette's bubbly, perked ass jiggled as Katrina's lanky frame swathed over Munn's, twisting one arm behind her back and hooking the crook of Olivia's thigh with the other so she could lift her into a graceless Voodoo Drop position. The raven-haired actress hysterically twitched and squirmed as her muscled stems tightened around Katrina's waist, holding herself up momentarily until the blonde detonated the neatly packaged Munn, dropping to her ass and depositing Olivia spine-first with sickening precision.
Celeste Star: "Oh Jesus Christ -- I can't look!!"
Olivia's curvy frame caved in on itself like a dying star at impact, her arms tossed skyward as her buckled body trampolined off the mat. Lingering momentarily in a seated position, the brunette toppled backwards to her back, tits-up, arms strewn lifelessly above her head, her thighs split and quaking as Katrina pried them into a degrading split. Katrina looked down callously at her delicate prey as the ring softly quaked from both the impact and the deafening roar of the crowd; Olivia's supple tits sloshing and twitching as her body lifelessly pitched, gurgling as her bulbs rolled into the back of her skull. After eliciting another battered grunt from the downed beauty's lips with a harsh yank of her sweat-soaked mound of pubic hair, Bowden tossed the glossy-eyed Munn from her lap into a crumpled heap of flesh at her side. A simple shove to her shoulder was enough to send the convulsing Munn tumbling through the ropes, hanging strung-up for a moment before dropping to the concrete.
In Ring
With the two Hawkins girls having been separated and dissected by the tag-teaming blondes, now it was Megan Fox's turn to feel the brunt of their wrath. Peeled off the ropes by four groping hands, Megan was put through the ringer as the next fighter, Zendaya Coleman, was left to watch without a care in the world, too scared to interrupt the twin-blonde dismantling.
Celeste Star: "It looks like blondes DO have more fun! Maybe they suspected a little bit of foul play at the timing of Megan Fox's draw -- they didn't like the idea of her saving Olivia from elimination and they're making the Hawkins girls pay dearly for it!!"
Peeled completely au naturel at the alternating hands of Bowden and Bell, Megan Fox was looking for any sort of escape route, no matter how irrational or batty it might seem. Unfortunately for Zendaya, Fox's new patsy, her plan worked like a charm. With the two blondes refusing to turn their attention to Coleman at the expense of letting Megan escape, Fox instead went after Zendaya herself. Finally managing to squirm free of their joint torture session, Megan raced across the ring and dove square into the unsuspecting Coleman's thighs, form-tackling the lanky brunette and wailing away at her lightly shielded skull with haymaker after haymaker. Somewhat stunned but no doubt amused, Bowden and Bell actually chose to break up this catty scrap, dragging Megan off Zendaya and splitting the two up with a slight scratch of the head.
Celeste Star: "Has Megan lost her marbles?! What in the hell did Zendaya do to her? The blondes have beat her senseless!"
Finally back to even odds, Megan's dazzling fighting chops were able to shine bright as she erupted with heaps of pent-up rage on the poor, unsuspecting Bowden. Slobberknocker elbows to the jaw, a brain-scrambling headbutt to the chin, and a final slug to the blonde's taut gut sent Katrina tumbling into the corner, cut down to size by the fiery, tatted brunette. Looking to repay Kat's favor, Megan proceeded to tear through every fiber of the blubbering blonde's outfit, shredding her raunchy schoolgirl attire and leaving Bowden a matching shade of naked as Megan now towered over her.
Opposite Megan's rising flames, Kristen was taking care of business with little-to-no effort, ragdolling Zendaya from post-to-post until the towering Bantam dropped helplessly to her knees, windedly clutching her battered, bright-red tummy. Straddling the gagging and sputtering brunette from behind as she sagged to all fours, Kristen stepped up and tightened her slender thighs around Zendaya's skull. With little more than a startled yip, Kristen dropped to both knees herself and spiked Zendaya's forehead against the canvas with a devastating Kneeling Facebuster, knocking the youngster out cold. With the flick of her wrist and the kick of her heel, Coleman hit the pavement, and an appalled Kristen Bell turned her attention right back toward a shockingly domineering Megan Fox.
Celeste Star: "Uh-oh Foxy!! TURN AROUND! That little pixie freight-train is comin'!!"
In Ring
Megan's lithe, bronzed frame rippled with sweat and toned muscle as she proudly postured straight up over the withered blonde; craning her body as she reached up with labored breath to toss her loose, silk locks over her shoulder and out of her eyes. Reduced to a blubbering, naked puddle of gangly limbs at Fox's feet was Katrina Bowden; yet for some reason a shit-eating grin was plastered across her face as she peered up at the brunette through the foggy, blinding overhead lights.
"HHHNNNGGGGGUUUHH... You BITC--GGGGNNNNGGGLLL" Megan suddenly wailed, her left leg buckling awkwardly as Kristen Bell pranced across the ring from behind and spiked the sole of her heel into the pit of Fox's knee, dropping the actress to the canvas for a split second before bounding right back up. Without breaking stride, Kristen twirled her fingers around two clumps of Megan's flowing tresses and spiked her chin-first against the mat with a face-busting Running Bulldog, crippling the brunette right in Katrina's lap. Megan senselessly pitched and convulsed as she was laid out on her belly, arms and legs strewn to four separate corners of the ring as she throatily mewled and sputtered, somehow clinging to consciousness. Invigorated after being saved by her knight in shining beachwear, Bowden exhaustedly crab-crawled on all fours over Fox's stripped and sprawled frame, cupping and humiliatingly spreading her plump, perked ass cheeks, ensuring indecent exposure as the raven-haired beauty continued to twitch.
"This filthy slut is mine, Kris..." Katrina gruffly panted to her impromptu tag partner as she shuffled back to her feet; her delicate, sleek frame stretching to full height as she tugged an incoherent Megan Fox up with her. Clutching Megan's tousled mane with one hand and her forearm with the other, Katrina wheeled kicked it into a trot, slinging Fox across the ring toward the far ropes, looking for another killshot Spinning Heel Kick on the rebound.
Celeste Star: "Looks like K is going back to the well with that patented Keibler Heel Kick... Get out of the way Foxy!! Wait -- what the fuck?!"
The ring quaked as Megan drunkenly tramped across the ring, falling clumsily into the ropes before catapulting back toward Bowden's waiting boot. Only just as Megan's bowing spine left the rubber springs, the next competitor, Hilary Duff, slid athletically into the ring and caught the listless brunette by the neck. Megan's pupils stretched wide as she came eye-to-eye with the newly-crowned Flyweight Champion, her debilitated frame collapsing into Duff's sculpted torso, her freed, teardropping B-cups mushrooming flat to her sternum as Hilary's tightly-wrapped pair buried the brunette's. Drool sloshed from Megan's glossy bottom lip as her mouth fell agape, thighs quaking, throatily gurgling as Hilary palmed the small of her back with her opposite hand and lifted Fox off the canvas with a breathtaking One-Handed Chokeslam. After a spectacular, athletic pause at the pinnacle, Hilary slammed the pedaling brunette spine-first to the canvas, the back of her skull hammering the mat as the rest of her frame whiplashed against the ground. There was a sickening, guttural grunt as Megan's curled frame was detonated, limbs flailing lifelessly in every direction as her arched back bounced off the mat, then skid to a crumpled stop. The actress' mouth hung open as her vacant bulbs rolled into the back of her skull, her slender sternum violently twitching with convulsions as her thighs fell into the splits. The thin landing strip of pubic hair shaven above her sleek, pink slit was given one last invasive shot on the massive overhead TV screens before Hilary went to finish her business, latching onto one of Megan's ankles and slinging her naked, spasming corpse through the ropes for the elimination.
Celeste Star: "Absolutely unreal!! I know Katrina wanted that elimination herself, but she can't be too upset that Fox is finally out of the ring... And neither can I, considering a certain someone has Hilary Duff with Over 2.5 eliminations tonight. Of course I wasn't ROOTING for that stolen kill, but I'll take it as a totally unbiased commentator! Now we've got three platinum-haired beauties currently in the ring together, it looks like those blondie allegiances are about to be tested!"
In Ring
The next few minutes were filled with a torrid whirlwind of jaw-dropping throws and lubricious tactics, but despite Katrina Bowden and Kristen Bell once again ganging up, Hilary Duff was more than game to take them both on at once. Like a superheroine fighting off a hoarde of henchmen, Hilary's ability to dodge and parry was truly jaw-dropping; fending off one blonde with an artful reversal and slinging her into the ropes just in time to obliterate the next with a destructive elbow that left the second reeling. No matter what the two exhausting blondes threw at Duff, it wasn't enough to gain an upper hand, and with both running on fumes at this point, their window of opportunity was dwindling.
Despite the worry that history might repeat itself, the newest challenger, Cali Logan, was quite a bit more experienced than Zendaya, and her athletic efforts to avoid being sucked into the blonde hurricane of limbs that was spinning across the mat were truly a sight to behold.
Celeste Star: "This thing is comin' to a head, I can feel it -- Cali Logan has to pick a side and fast! Hilary might not be a bad partner to save from these two fading blondes and keep in your back pocket for later, just some free advice, friend-to-friend Cali..."
Feeling the fight slip through her fingertips, Katrina Bowden's efforts reeked of desperation, and after a reckless overhand right hurtled past Hilary's ducking head, the sinewy blonde countered by pumping one of her rippling, muscled stems square into Bowden's taut belly. Hoarsely gagging and doubling over at the waist, the frazzled Katrina disjointedly tripped backwards clutching her abdomen, falling through the ropes and tripping to the apron, just managing to snag the middle rope before dropping out of the ring altogether. The naked, gangly blonde hung on for dear life as Hilary approached the outskirts, grabbing hold of Katrina by the hair and looking to eject her from the ring like a bouncer kicking out a belligerent patron. Bowden wailed as she was lifted back to wobbly feet by the scalp, her lanky frame awkwardly bending over the ropes and arched taut as Hilary coiled to sling her off the apron.
Suddenly there was a fleshy *THWACK* as Kristen Bell rejoined the fray and whipped a biting elbow into Hilary's jaw from her peripherals. A stunned Duff dropped hold of Bowden and staggered toward the nearest turnbuckle, allowing Kat to alertly dip back through the ropes to safety. Wading forward and following her successful elbow, Kristen twisted Hilary toward the center of the ring and ripped another head-hunting right toward her jaw, only this one was miraculously stopped short. Somehow reacting instantly, Hilary jut her free hand upwards and caught Kristen's strike mid-air, clutching the diminutive blonde's wrist as Bell furiously squirmed and whimpered, astounded at Duff's reflexes. At a loss for what to do next, Bell devilishly reached for the only opportunity staring her square in the face; Hilary's lycra tube top. An ear-piercing squeal burst from Hilary's lips as her cheeks flushed bright red, mortified as Kristen palmed the low-cut neck of her spandex bra and yanked the material down around her belly, stripping Duff topless with one fell swoop. Her fighting instincts turning catty, Hilary returned the favor by releasing Kristen's wrist and palming both her perky B-cups; jerking and tearing until the cups of Bell's bra were flipped inside out, her breasts finally spilling free when both shoulder straps snapped in half.
"You...fucking... WHORE!" Bell hissed, incensed that Hilary had simply done exactly what Kristen had done seconds ago. Corkscrewing her tiny frame, Kristen reared back for a snappy leg kick that exploded against the outside of Hilary's knee, her joint buckling inward as she staggered back half a step. Out of nowhere, Kristen was shoved aside and Katrina bounded forward, crow-hopping into Duff and spearing the topless blonde square in the tits with a ferocious Front Kick. Duff let out a throaty grunt as she was driven across the ring, swaddling her pierced sternum as she careened backwards, eyes stretched wide in agony.
Paying close attention from the shadows, Cali Logan finally picked her side. With Duff stammering on her heels right toward her, Cali simply dropped to her knees at the last possible second, bridging her body and allowing Hilary to tumble clean over her. With her bearings completely lost, Hilary let out a shriek as she toppled over Logan on all fours, falling gracelessly through the ropes and hitting concrete.
Celeste Star: "Oh come on!! Three against one?! This elimination is under protest -- by me!!"
In Ring
With every mounting elimination at the hands of Kristen and Katrina, the animosity shown by new fighters entering the ring began to multiply exponentially; and before the tiring pair could set their sights on the lonely Cali Logan, the next competitor was already at her side ready to tandem with the fetish superstar and take these sharks out once and for all.
Celeste Star: "Boy, oh boy, we've got a fun one now! I don't think Kristen Stewart even glanced at Cali when she slid in the ring; she's eyeing the blondes!! What adorable unspoken chemistry these two brunette's just showed -- I want what they have..."
Separate, then eliminate, that was the brunette's strategy; and for a moment it was paying off in spades. With the two Kristens pairing off and Cali stalking Katrina Bowden, the spent blondes were finally getting a taste of their own medicine now that they weren't able to double team whomever stood opposite them.
Cali Logan was more than thrilled to boast her wrestling chops with Bowden serving as her naked ragdoll; grinding the powerless blonde through destructive slams and crushing holds that left Katrina sobbing for mercy. After all, there were no submissions tonight; Kat would have to crawl out of the ring on her own if she wanted away from Logan's masterful hand. Ever the performer, Cali had made sure to pour herself into such a microscopic bikini that even in victory she wouldn't be contained. After nearly ten minutes, Logan had yet to hit the mat, but was already spilling out of her heroic top simply from all the violent punishment she'd dished out. With each pocket-sized cup of her bra having slid off her tits, her all-natural girls were allowed to flop free, and she showed no intent to cover back up. Katrina's writhing, nude form was a sight to behold as Cali's latest Facebuster left Bowden blubbering and unable to stand, instead simply sputtering on her belly clutching her pulsing jaw and pounding her never-ending stems against the canvas. Cali acknowledged the roaring crowd by raising one hand skyward as she stood over a prone Bowden, plucking her sagging, low-waisted thong from its invasive hike between her plump lips with the other, her thick landing strip scantily covered by the tiny crotch as she struggled to keep her mound under wraps.
With Cali arrogantly basking in her own adulation, Katrina was afforded an undeserved moment to recover, rolling meekly to her side and looking up at the straddling, unsuspecting Logan, her legs so invitingly parted. Covertly coiling one of her stems, Bowden detestably speared Cali right between the thighs, pistoning her heel into Logan's exposed crotch.
"HHHNNGGGGGGOOOHHH..." the brunette throatily howled, pinching her thighs together and drifting back half a step before tipping to her side, writhing in agony as she cupped her electrified kitty with both palms, allowing Katrina to finally peel herself off the canvas with a wince.
Celeste Star: "Yikes Cali! I felt that one over here! I bet that hurts only slightly more than the scripted low-blow she's used to..."
Opposite the dueling Bowden and Logan, Kristen Bell and Kristen Stewart had been engaged in a much more competitive back and forth. Early on it was Stewart with the advantage, using her freshness to pummel Bell's sleek midsection and bare breasts with a relentless barrage of knees and backhand slaps. But with such a repetitive repertoire, the blonde managed to eventually solve Stewart's puzzle and flip it on its head; countering with a nasty DDT and subsequent Rear Naked Choke that pushed the brunette to the brink. Now it was Bell who'd seized control, throwing Kristen Stewart through the ropes and just narrowly missing an elimination. With Stewart holding on for dear life from outside the ring, the two were recklessly clubbing each other with an endless battery of alternating strikes, only it looked as though Stewart was at the end of her rope, literally. Clinging to the top rope with one hand, Stewart sagged to a knee as Bell erupted with a head-snapping elbow that sent a heavy mist of sweat and slobber misting into the air.
"Fucking... LET GO!!" Bell furiously balked, pausing her merciless shelling and instead beginning to pry at the brunette's fingers. Suddenly the ring began to quake as a hard-charging Katrina Bowden slogged across the ring, seeing an opportunity to kill two birds with one heavy stone as she shouldered the tangled pair of Kristens with a bludgeoning form-tackle from behind. A fleshy *CLAP* erupted as the mess of limbs and naked torsos collided, the impact sending Bell awkwardly spilling through the middle and top rope. Stewart was knocked clean but held on to Bell for as long as she could manage, clutching the contorted blonde before both finally tumbled from the apron, hitting concrete almost simultaneously.
Celeste Star: "I can't believe what I just saw!! Katrina Bowden had Cali Logan down and out, but instead she turned on her own partner and threw them both out of the ring! Brilliant, merciless, heartless, this bitch is just a killer!!! I fucking love her!"
In Ring
With Katrina Bowden's seemingly insatiable elimination-lust temporarily quelled, the blonde was content to callously toy with the downed and distressed prey writhing at her feet as she and Cali momentarily shared the ring alone. A derisive tug on Cali's string thong elicited a throaty yip as Logan lurched toward the corner ropes on hands and knees, her plump derrière sensually sashaying as she pathetically crawled no more than a few inches at a time, hung up on Katrina's humiliating, biting wedgie. With the flip of a switch, the mocking blonde's wicked cackle turned into a snarl as she took half a step back and coiled her deadly right leg before erupting with a loathsome toe kick to Logan's blubbering, rosy cheek. Cali's thin frame twisted through a barrel-roll, spiraling a full 540 degrees before flopping awkwardly to her backside, tits-up and pointed skyward. The dismantled fetish star's glossy bulbs rolled into the back of her skull as her body gently sloshed and rocked with convulsions, twitching and gurgling as she skid to the base of the ropes, another effortless elimination had Katrina desired.
Planting her heel domineeringly atop Cali's bushy, scantily-clad mound, the naked, exhausted blonde found a second wind as she thrust her arms into the air victoriously, basking in the adulation of the crowd; her sails buoyed by their deafening roars. Suddenly there were a pair of successive rumbles behind Bowden as the actress wheeled to a horrific sight -- two fresh competitors slipping beneath the ropes in opposing corners. Perhaps lacking oxygen to the brain, or perhaps simply more daring and cagey than she'd been given credit for, Katrina Bowden sauntered right between the two new fighters, Emma Watson and Lucy Pinder, and simply threw her hand down as if she were a referee signaling the start of a fight. After a moment of understandable confusion, by some miracle Watson and Pinder actually listened, careening into one another at Katrina's command.
Celeste Star: "Um... Someone please explain what the FUCK just happened! Did Lucy and Emma actually get duped by that?! Or did they just respect that she had the gall to attempt it? Either way, these two superstars are going at it and I'm here for it!! I know Emma's the Strawweight Champion, but does she really want Pinder one-on-one???"
Flabbergasted that her bluff had actually worked, Bowden resumed her one-woman parade around an unresponsive Logan, casually peeling the twitching brunette out of her bottoms and facetiously flinging them toward the catty ball-of-hate that Watson and Pinder had twisted into just a few feet away. Locked in an unyielding clinch, the two shrieking beauties took turns slinging the other spine-first into alternating turnbuckles; their whirling dervish finally dissipating as Watson bore a hole through Lucy's gut with a crippling knee. Pinder fell to a wobbly knee as a mouthful of drool sloshed to the canvas, her eyes bulging as Emma stepped up and straddled the wheezing Brit, her cheek plastered to Emma's toned belly. Reaching down and palming a hunk of mountainous flesh, Watson tugged the glamour model back to her feet by her left tit, spilling the golden orb from its string bikini cup as she ruggedly yanked and pulled.
Summoning a staggering amount of strength considering their weight differences, Emma managed to hoist Lucy off her toes and lift her into a breathtaking Bearhug; wrenching and squeezing the squealing Brit back and forth like a ragdoll. Drifting to the nearest corner turnbuckle and using it for additional support, Emma continued to throttle up their embrace until she'd wrung every ounce of air from Pinder's lungs and slung both heaving tits free of their now displaced bikini top. Lucy continued to helplessly wail and squirm until her movements began to slow with each successive jostle of her crushed frame; but only when she fortuitously glanced down at her shimmied naked bosom did the lightbulb finally go on. With her freed breasts already nuzzled right up to Watson's chin, all Lucy had to do was wait for Watson to hike her higher attempting to snuff the brunette out for good, but in reality just lifting Pinder high enough to toss her arms around her neck and pull her into an inescapable Breast Smother.
Now finding herself trapped in Pinder's snare, Emma furiously stamped her heels and shred Lucy's naked back with her nails; muffled pleas filling the crevasse of Lucy's bulging tits as she quickly began to suffocate the redhead. Katrina watched on with glee as Emma struggled to remain upright, drunkenly drifting back and forth as her knees began to buckle, threatening to give out altogether as Lucy's mammoth tits sucked the life out of her. Whether by chance or by design, the unthinkable suddenly happened as Emma planted her left heel against the canvas and genuflect to a sharp knee, spiking her bony joint right between Lucy's parted legs with a pristine Reverse Atomic Drop. There was a throaty grunt as Lucy's tit smother disintegrated, a fleshy *THWACK* erupting from between her stems as they were split by Emma's thigh, devastating the already winded brunette. Teetering on her knees for a moment, Lucy was completely felled by the stunning double-reversal, curling into a mewling ball right in Emma's lap. A two-handed shove to Lucy's curled spine sent the Brit tumbling out of the ring as a frustrated Emma Watson sagged to her knees facing the corner, irked that she'd let a little slip up like that take so much gas out of her tanks when Pinder was already a goner in her arms.
Celeste Star: "What sort of jackass would say Emma should be scared of Lucy?! Certainly not me five minutes ago... But there's a nice little bow on Lucy Pinder for ya! How much does Emma have left in the tank? She was nearly out on her feet!"
In Ring
Celeste Star: "Oh no -- look alive kid!!"
With the action beginning to ramp up, fighters were being shuffled into the ring even more efficiently after eliminations, with a handful of those on-deck even standing ringside awaiting their turn.
Celeste Star: "Now I'm not gonna play spoiler for those of you watching, but things just got a lot more crowded around the ring -- I'm swimming in the Celebrity Wrestling Federation's finest! Maybe if I tell some of these girls my bets, I might actually win one..."
Quiet as a mouse, the next competitor, Charlotte McKinney, tentatively rolled underneath the rope at Emma's turned back; miming a single-finger "shush" to Katrina Bowden across the ring as she tiptoed toward Watson. Finally sidling close enough to pounce, the bodacious blonde did just that, snaring Emma around the neck and tucking her into a stifling Headlock from behind. Emma's delicate features twisted as she was hauled back up to her feet; twisting, bucking and gurgling as Charlotte twirled and clasped a single bicep around around her slender neck, seemingly preparing for a Running Bulldog or some sort of DDT. Watson was beside herself as she desperately pried at Charlotte's forearm, her spirit waning as the unorthodox choke combined with Lucy Pinder's brief Breast Smother left her reeling and struggling to break free.
Once again Katrina Bowden watched from the ropes with a palpable disinterest, more content to rest against the outskirts than participate, and rightfully so. Looking to help jump-start a potential new alliance with another blonde that might carry her toward the finish-line, Katrina hauled a waking Cali Logan off the canvas who was appalled to look down and see she was now bottomless at the blonde's hand. With her wits only partially repaired, Cali stumbled clumsily into McKinney's hip as Katrina tossed her into the fray with a giggle, colliding with Charlotte and momentarily ruffling her choke attempt on Watson. Logan's hazel bulbs peered right into Charlotte's deep pools as she accidentally bumped into the blonde's hip before being engulfed by the black hole; snatched and cradled beneath Charlotte's other armpit with one swift jerk.
The deadly diva took a moment to strut around the ring with both Logan and Watson awkwardly contorted and tucked away, deciphering how exactly she might put both out before a wicked grin slid across her lips. Pausing in front of a skittish Bowden, Charlotte lifted gently to her tippy toes with a friendly, toothy smile, perking her massive bosom and gesturing to Katrina with her eyes.
"Well, give the people what they want!" Charlotte barked, instructing Katrina to free her tightly wrapped tits from their spandex home, to which Bowden complied. With Charlotte's delicious, overflowing F-cups spilling free, the partially-shielded features of Watson and Logan contorted in dismay, their squirming intensifying for a split second before McKinney curled her arms inward and buried both wriggling Strawweights underneath her titanic pair. Charlotte's heaving bosom jiggled and mushroomed as both hooked trout floundered in her grasp; blubbering, mewling, and clawing at her forearms until their protests began to slow in-unison. The embattled Logan was the first to sputter to a stop, her arms falling away and dangling at her hip as her knees buckled, folding inward. Her guttural, throaty grunts and fleshy convulsions signaled to McKinney that it was time to let up, finally dropping the limp brunette and allowing her naked frame to fold atop itself, her thighs awkwardly chicken-winging into the splits as she folded over her calves, arms strewn lifelessly above her head. Watson held out, but only for a moment longer, eventually succumbing just as Logan had and being left in a twitching heap right beside her.
Giving her panting, heaving tits a victorious shimmy for the crowd, Charlotte moved on to clean-up duty as she straddled the sleeping beauties and rolled each out of the ring, scoring a stunning double knockout.
In Ring
At least for now, there would be no tag team alliance between the two blondes waiting in the ring; as the next two entrants found it prudent to separate and take them on individually rather than chancing that they found some sort of chemistry working together. Emily Addison, the first into the ring, made the shrewd and inviting decision to pick on the weakened Katrina, while Keira Knightley drew the short straw and was left with McKinney. Despite the fetish star enjoying a decided advantage in her matchup, neither was faring much better than the other early on.
Before the Brit had even locked horns with McKinney on the other side of the ring, Addison was already reeling. With her feet barely having hit the canvas, Katrina was glued to her hip, boring a hole through Addison's pierced navel with a gutting heel kick before spiking her forehead against the ground with a shattering DDT. Emily blubbered as she semi-alertly rolled to her side, tucking one of her spilled breasts back into her bikini top before being ushered back to her feet and slung across the ring into the springy ropes. Whizzing past Keira, Emily bounded right back toward a waiting Bowden who devastated the fetish star with a debilitating Spinning Heel Kick; the same one she'd attempted on Megan Fox and Olivia Munn. Emily's curvy frame went airborne before slamming to her back, both her tits jostling free from their pint-sized cups as she stared blankly skyward, blinking away the blinding flashes of lightning dancing across her field of vision.
With the ring still quaking, there was suddenly another shockwave as Charlotte effortlessly scooped up a squealing Knightley and drilled the small of her back against the mat with a heart-stopping Sidewalk Slam. The Brit's lithe frame stiffened as her spine arched off the canvas, her jaw dropping wide open as she hoarsely scuffled for oxygen, her painted lashes rapidly fluttering as she clutched at her aching back.
"Since your tits are nothing to write home about, let's see if that kitty of yours excites them, huh?" Charlotte quipped, taking a quick peek behind the curtain before shimmying Keira out of her spandex bottoms. The sputtering brunette could do little more than thrash and whimper in protest as she continued to howl for oxygen, her lungs still flattened by McKinney's weighted slam as she was stripped bottomless. There was a thunderous roar as the thick landing strip of pubic hair above her cunt was slowly unveiled, followed by the jiggle of her plump, upturned ass before her stems heavily collapsed back to the mat, parted into the splits.
Celeste Star: "Can I get an update on my nudity prop?! I think we're halfway to ten -- pick up the pace girls, let's see some snatch!!"
As McKinney looked over to survey the landscape, her scan paused on Emily's rotund ass perked over at the waist, her compact frame tucked between Katrina's bare thighs ready to be hoisted through a Piledriver.
"Wait!! Tandem takedowns!" McKinney windedly huffed, stopping Katrina in her tracks before wheeling back to her feet. A puzzled Bowden paused momentarily as Charlotte inched her toward the center of the ring, Emily's muzzled squeals still deafly vibrating between her long stems. With Katrina in a holding pattern, Charlotte roughly straightened the blubbering Brit, hoisting Keira effortlessly to her feet before balancing her on her heels. The brunette throatily wailed as Charlotte gripped her locks with both palms and thrust her skull between her bronzed gams, tucking Keira at the waist. Keira helplessly clawed at the back of Charlotte's thighs as her lithe frame was exposed and contorted, her slender stems inching awkwardly into a standing split as Charlotte planted both palms against the small of her back, hunching her further. Keira's plump, pink pussy peeked out from between her growing thigh-gap as Charlotte inched shoulder-to-shoulder with Katrina, who with a wave from McKinney hoisted Emily off her heels in unison with the commanding blonde. The two squealing brunettes were vaulted and twirled, their thighs tossed limply over each blonde's shoulders before being dumped to the mat with a pair of destructive Piledrivers. Each mangled, gangly frame spilled messily to the mat after the tip of their skull was driven through the canvas, spasming and gurgling before falling flat to their back.
Katrina was visibly dog-tired as she momentarily sagged over Emily's devastated, twitching frame, too spent to celebrate as she instead opted to simply roll the spasming, topless brunette beneath the nearby bottom rope. Charlotte, by far the most sprightly left in the ring, opted to lurch forward and dangle her heaving, freed tits over Keira's comatose face, groping the Brit's twitching A-cups with both palms until she managed to tug aside the top that offered them cover. Lifting the naked, convulsing brunette by her dark brown locks, McKinney hooked one of her slender thighs and slung the spasming bag of flesh through the ropes, hitting the concrete below with a weighty *THUD*.
Celeste Star: "What is it about Katrina Bowden that she manages to cast a spell over every blonde who enters the ring with her?! She might be invincible! And Charlotte might be unbeatable..."
In Ring
Celeste Star: "Oh no -- just what the other girls DIDN'T want to see! Charlotte just got a friend!"
Rewarded for her valiant efforts thus far, Katrina was gifted with another titanic hurdle; her heart sinking when she saw Scarlett Johansson enter the ring. An actual stablemate of Charlotte's, Katrina knew her hopes of forming an alliance with McKinney were all but dead now. And if the sight of Johansson wasn't enough to rattle the spent blonde, the next fighter was. Hellbent on revenge for their last encounter, Stana Katic recklessly sprinted through the ropes and right past McKinney and Johansson, throwing herself like a lunatic into Bowden.
"Well go on ahead why don't cha..." Charlotte muttered as she and Johansson shared a quick embrace, annoyed that Katic impudently ran right past the two colossal blondes rather than stopping to show her respects.
Clad in an uncharacteristically skimpy micro bikini and string thong, her shoulder-length auburn hair twisted in braids, Katic erupted like a bat out of hell on a shell-shocked Bowden; pumping the naked blonde with knees and elbows until she woozily fell into the nearby ropes.
"We get winner!" Johansson playfully quipped from the sidelines as the two unoccupied blondes patiently waited their turn.
Katrina woundedly sagged against the turnbuckle with her spine aligned with the post, each arm messily draped over opposite top ropes, her mouth windedly hanging open as Stana postured up before her. The blonde seemed to be on her last leg as she sagged to half her height, her freed B-cup tits teardropping toward the canvas as her body hung low, legs trembling as they threatened to give out from exhaustion. Suddenly the brunette charged like a bull seeing red, ducking her head and rumbling toward Bowden. Calling on her last reserves, Katrina boosted upward, aided by the spring of the ropes, coiling one of her sinewy stems and pumping her heel into Katic's cheek with a crippling Big Boot. A mist of slobber sloshed from the brunette's lips as her head snapped sideways, throatily mewling as her charge was stopped dead in its tracks. Stana's knees wobbled as her statuesque frame swayed, clumsily drifting half a step sideways as though her legs were going to turn to jelly before she somehow stayed upright and careened into Katrina. The brunette's movements were gawkish and heavy-handed as she staggered into Bowden, nearly out on her feet but attempting to clinch with the blonde before she could be finished. Bowden ripped a sharp elbow into Stana's hanging jaw, spilling another mouthful of drool as she created enough space between the two compacting bodies to hop atop the turnbuckle, gaining the high-ground on Katic. With a rush of desperation, Katic draped her noodly arms over Katrina's thighs as she started to regain her bearings, lurching forward and drilling the blonde square between her parted thighs with a devilish headbutt to her naked cunt.
Bowden squealed in agony as her propped frame buckled, falling sheepishly to her ass, vulnerably seated with Katic still between her legs. Katrina throatily wailed as she reached down to cup her pulsing crotch, sagging just low enough for Stana to yank her further by her dangling blonde locks. With an incensed cry, Stana threw Bowden from atop the turnbuckle with a stomach-churning Hair Mare, launching Katrina almost ten feet to the ground straight onto concrete for the stunning, high-flying elimination.
Celeste Star: "You got the feeling that Katrina's clock was ticking, but that's not at all who I expected to finally down this incredible blonde!! Revenge is a hell of a drug, and last time these two met, Katrina gave Stana a million humiliating reasons to overdose! Katic doesn't look to be long for this world without a miracle; she's got two massive pairs of trouble right across from her and they're closing in fast..."
In Ring
Needing a monumental miracle to survive facing the perilous pair of Celebrity Strapon Queens by herself, Stana was instead gifted an even more enticing scapegoat as Kendall Jenner dove through the ropes. Jenner wasted no time making enemies, as her mouth was already running before her feet even hit the ground. As the four paired off, a bullish Jenner targeted the first to bark back; Scarlett Johansson. Having been dealt her very first loss by Scarlett, Kendall had been given ample time for her animosity toward the blonde to swell, and with her chance for revenge now staring her square in the face, she wasted little time before grabbing it by the horns.
Clad in a revealing, completely sheer grey bodysuit that accentuated and perked her lithe, statuesque frame, Kendall managed to effortlessly parry Scarlett's opening overhand right and take full control of the blonde; slugging her in the navel with a gutting knee before delivering a sharp DDT that scrambled the blonde's brains. The next few minutes saw Jenner systematically and relentlessly dismantle Johansson without affording her a single second to catch her breath or squeeze in any offense. An impressive Hurricanrana finally laid out the sputtering blonde following an extended heel throat choke in the corner with one of Kendall's never-ending stems; the leg-splitting choke offering a raunchy view of the brunette's thinly veiled cunt to anyone with a camera in the front few rows.
Celeste Star: "This ain't the same Kendall you previously manhandled, Scarlett, she's got some kind of sparkle in her eyes tonight!"
Her curvy frame twirled effortlessly through a full front flip, Scarlett let out a throaty howl as she was left sprawled on her backside by the Hurricanrana. The blonde sputtered and lulled to her hip as she clutched her aching spine with one palm, the trampolining impact bouncing one of her golden, double-D tits from her red, silken push-up bra as the mat beneath her continued to shake from the slam. Stepping over and straddling the disheveled blonde, Kendall made sure there was no coming back by reaching down and snapping the thin shoulder straps of Johansson's top, spilling her chesty bounty as the cups uselessly fell around her waist. Scarlett pathetically whimpered as Kendall leashed the blonde and walked her toward the ropes on all fours, using her curly locks as makeshift reins, her freed tits jostling and swaying with each clumsy shuffle of her knees.
Throwing Johansson's upper half through the bottom and middle rope, Kendall made sure the surprisingly submissive blonde didn't fall all the way through to her demise; instead tugging Scarlett's upper half back into the ring and arching it over the middle rope. Awkwardly strung-up in the ropes with her sternum tits up and facing Kendall, Scarlett's wide-eyed features were suddenly eclipsed as Jenner straddled the blonde's skull with a leggy Standing Headscissor. Scarlett's free palms desperately clutched and clawed at Kendall's rippling assets, pawing meekly at her thighs for freedom as her spine gracelessly bent and curled into a backwards "C", her tits violently quaking as she convulsed with spasms from useless gulps for oxygen. With a final heartless wringing of Johansson's neck, Kendall snuffed out the blubbering blonde; her arms falling away and dangling lifelessly at her sides as she sulked to her haunches. Only after a demeaning, victorious pose was struck by the leggy Jenner did she allow Scarlett to spill free from between her boa-like thighs, limply tumbling through the ropes and out of the ring altogether, collapsing face-first against the concrete.
Celeste Star: "Absolutely unreal!! I looks like revenge is the story of the night! These girls have got me scrambling through my notes trying to find out who beat who early in their careers. Didn't Charlotte McKinney beat Stana Katic for her first loss?! Welp, nevermind, scratch that, even all-powerful streaks and superstitions like this have their limits..."
In Ring
With unwavering confidence in her partner to put away Kendall Jenner on the other side of the ring, Charlotte had seldom bothered to glance in their direction as she managed to overcome a costly early slip-up to terrorize the elder Katic. While preening on the ropes for the audience before they'd first engaged, Charlotte had arrogantly turned her back on the cagey vet who she felt, perhaps rightfully, posed no real threat to her throne. But after slinging a still-topless McKinney to the canvas by her bottoms, Stana temporarily deflated the blonde's massive ego and even larger mammaries with a lung-splitting Implant Buster to Charlotte's heaving tits. Cut down to a more manageable size with her suffocating F-cups flattened to her chest, Katic felt control was hers to take.
Instead it was an incensed McKinney who responded in kind with an Implant Buster of her own; leashing Katic by the throat with a single-handed chokehold before the brunette could capitalize. The gawky brunette gurgled and twitched as Charlotte slowly rose in an homage to Kane, her noose ever-tightening around Katic's slender, buckling stalk before McKinney artfully hoisted and twisted her statuesque frame upside down, pancaking her modest bosom against the canvas with a sternum-flattening explosion that mirrored Katic's Implant Buster from moments ago, only grander.
Stana's prone frame squirmed and floundered in agony as she swaddled her pulsing chest, her long stems pounding the mat as she lulled back and forth on her belly. With a throaty grunt, Stana rose at Charlotte's command, her knees buckling and knocking together as McKinney gripped either side of her braided scalp and hauled her upright. Katic winced as she gripped the blonde's wrists with a frustrated grunt, trying to alleviate the stinging pain rushing down her spine before Charlotte tucked her over at the waist, straddling and nuzzling the back of her skull just beneath her pubic bone. Fishing until she managed to collect both of Stana's free arms, she chicken-winged both behind her arched spine and locked wrists, clasping her hands together with Stana's wrists arrested and bunched behind her back. Katic's taller, awkwardly hunched frame sloshed back and forth as her legs were eased into a standing split, nearly falling slack before she was scooped back up by the belly, her plump derrière perked and pointed straight at the nosebleeds as her petite frame was positioned ever-so perfectly.
With an ear-splitting shout, Charlotte suddenly leapt off the canvas and kicked out her feet so she fell in a seated position, her lean legs spreading into a wide "V" as she detonated the packaged brunette with a merciless Sitout Facebuster. Katic's skull trampolined sickeningly off the canvas between McKinney's legs as she was slung face-first into the springy mat, her limbs jolting motionless, splayed and laid out with each convulsing stem pointed to an opposite corner of the ring. Katic's bubbly ass was the last thing to stop jiggling from the catastrophic impact, devouring the string thong between her cheeks as her body sputtered to a near-motionless stop flat on her belly, gurgling with deep, throaty spasms as she lifelessly pitched with convulsions.
Just as the canvas-quake settled to a stop, Charlotte suddenly looked up to see her partner spilling lifelessly out of the ring, absolutely stunned as she saw a victorious and spotless Kendall Jenner gloating in her place. Astonished and bewildered at what could have happened, the stupefied expression etched across her face quickly vanished as a blur of humanity rushed past her shoulder and careened into Jenner from behind. When the dust finally settled, it was none other than Kate Upton towering beside the crumpled brunette; standing over a slouching Jenner after a devastating elbow to the temple sent Kendall spilling into the very ropes she'd just thrown Scarlett through, barely standing with their aid.
Wide-eyed and dazed as she spun to find the Bantamweight Champion in her grill, Kendall stammered an incoherent mouthful of drivel before Kate lurched two steps back, then burst forward with a decapitating Clothesline. Kendall's comparatively weightless, lanky frame bowed against the ropes at her back as Upton threw her weight into the Clothesline, flipping the brunette over the top rope and tossing her gracelessly out of the ring to the concrete below.
Celeste Star: "Fuck me!!! That was absolute devastation! We've got one bitch down, and another one out!! Things are getting steamy now with not one, but TWO titanic contenders in the ring. Are we finally going to get Upton vs. McKinney?!"
In Ring
Standing confidently with her arms draped over the ropes, Kate Upton played to the vibrating arena by lifting a single hand and motioning to McKinney, inviting Charlotte to engage with the wag of her finger. With McKinney still hunched over the unresponsive brunette she'd just flattened unconscious, an agreeing smile slid across her face as she seemingly welcomed Upton's challenge; she just needed to dispose of the trash at her feet first. Hooking the crook of Stana's armpit with her right hand and digging into her slender rib cage with the other, Charlotte rolled and repositioned the brunette's awkwardly mangled body to more easily bulldoze it out of the ring; the violent nudge causing one of Katic's teardropping tits to spill free, sloshing out from beneath her displaced, malfunctioning bikini top.
"Hey Barbie -- pucker up!" a rushing silhouette suddenly barked from behind; causing Charlotte to gasp as she swiveled to her left just in time to eat a callous, bony shin to the cheek.
Celeste Star: "Look out below -- it's Daddario!!! Katic's stablemate and guardian angel has arrived just in the nick of time!"
The blonde's busty frame awkwardly lawn-chaired flat to her back, whipping limply against the springy canvas before momentarily trampolining back to a flimsy, drooping seated position. With a brief, drunken gurgle, her naked torso jolting with convulsions, the blonde tipped backwards and fell sprawled to her back, arms strewn messily above her head as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull.
Celeste Star: "Even better! Daddario versus Upton IV!! Just clear out the ring and let these bad bitches work."
With Katic and McKinney sprawled and sidelined, the ring fittingly belonged solely to the two Bantamweight Queens of the CWF; and much like their titanic Title fights, there was no love lost as they traded paint with reckless abandon. Riding the momentum of their last two Title bouts, it was Kate Upton that finally captured a decided advantage after an unrelenting barrage of deafening and debilitating slams left Daddario staggered. What felt like a Main Event's-worth of flurries and slams, it was a final gutting Sidewalk Slam and the subsequent Ceiling Hold that left the brunette unable to so much as straighten her mangled spine. Having been stripped completely bottomless by a weary but dogged Upton, the invasive, leg-splitting Ceiling Hold was simply icing on the cake for the blonde. Now that Daddario's neatly-trimmed cunt had been spread and plastered across the 160' wide arena television screen, Upton was finally content to put the finishing touches on her victory.
Standing topless, but of her own volition, Kate arrogantly pranced toward the center of the ring and palmed her massive, heaving puppies as Alex mewled and squirmed at her feet, pawing at her pulsing spine. With a playful juggle of her fleshy funbags, Upton seemed to signal she was ready for a suffocating Breast Smother before a quizzical, then malicious look slid across her features. Alexandra's writhing frame stiffened and gurgled as Kate instead stepped over the reeling brunette and palmed her throat with one hand, tightening her fingers around the brunette's neck and lifting her off her knees. Daddario's once-statuesque frame sagged, but was compliant as Kate stuffed her other palm between Alex's thighs, cupping her naked mound and gripping the landing strip shaven above her sleek lips. With a throaty exertion of strength, Kate dazzlingly lifted the pedaling brunette with a world-class Military Press; rotating Daddario until she was prone in mid-air nearly 8' off the ground, fully displayed for the lusting crowd. The brunette whimpered and wormed in Kate's vice-like grip, feverishly clawing at the blonde's controlling wrists with her nails hoping to break free.
Just as Daddario was about to be vaulted clean out of the ring, there was another, deeper; "HHHOOOHHHGGGGGHHH" that followed an echoing *CLAP* of flesh.
In the blink of an eye, Upton's devastating Press crumbled and Alexandra was miraculously lowered to her feet, stunned as Kate dropped debilitated to her knees before her. Only when the towering blonde hit the canvas with a weighted thud did Alex look past Upton's blubbering frame and see her partner, Stana Katic, recoiling from a sadistic low blow from behind that felled the blonde.
Upton hoarsely blubbered as she slid to all fours, drool spilling from her bottom lip as her jaw hung open, her heaving bosom dangling and mushrooming against her thighs as she curled into a pitiful ball. Daddario needed just a fraction of a second to capitalize on her second chance as she circled behind Kate and planted her heel against the base of her skull; driving down with ruthless precision and spiking Upton forehead-first into the canvas with a crippling Curbstomp Facebuster. Kate's powerful frame buckled as she let out a throaty grunt, her arms twitching from the impact before sliding limply to her sides, her naked tits jolting with convulsions as her entire crumpled frame sickeningly twitched and spasmed. A kneeling puddle of balled limbs and torso, Kate's curvy, towering frame unfurled as Alex planted a sole on her hip and kicked the blonde to her back, sloshing to a stop with her massive double-D's fleshily pitching as they pointed skyward. A second, more precise jolt sent Upton rolling beneath the bottom rope and spilling to the concrete below, eliminated in stunning fashion.
Celeste Star: "Somebody get mama a cigarette, that was exceptional!! How do we even continue from here?! These Hawkins girls have the competition by the balls now; two former Champs in the ring at once spells disaster for Charlotte and whomever slides in next."
In Ring
As if the ring needed even more star-power, the next fighter was announced over the PA as none other than Brooklyn Decker. Displaying a clever bit of gamesmanship, Decker seemed to be in little rush to actually make her way into the ring for what appeared to be a rather uninviting 2-on-1 with Charlotte McKinney still slumbering; instead opting to stop and sign an autograph for every begging fan on her way down the ramp.
Celeste Star: "What a humble Superstar. How can you not love Brooklyn Decker --The People's Champion! She's obviously not stalling, she just loves her fans!!"
With an impromptu autograph signing and memorabilia exchange taking place on the ramp, the action finally started to pick back up in the ring as Charlotte McKinney began to stir; rising to her feet as Daddario and Katic licked their wounds across the canvas. Hardly coherent enough to realize that Upton was now ringside and she was facing two stablemates at once, McKinney recklessly charged the limping pair. Stana was visibly the fresher of the two thanks to the extended beating Alexandra took at Kate Upton's hand, and as Charlotte lumbered across the ring, the brunette heroically took point, once again stepping in to protect Daddario who was viewed as a favorite to win the whole thing.
The entire canvas quaked as the crazed blonde steamrolled across the ring, seemingly posturing for a Body Splash; or in McKinney's case, a chest-flattening Tit Splash. The elder, statuesque Katic somehow remained stoical as the blonde bull charged; waiting until the last possible moment before artfully vaulting backwards like a gymnast, planting her palms against the mat and twisting through a breathtaking Back Handspring. Mid-revolution, Katic hooked onto Charlotte's neck with her long, sinewy stems, head-scissoring the blonde and slinging her overhead with a Modified Hurricanrana Back Handspring. The stupefied blonde was completely floored by the athletic maneuver; vaulted over Stana's back-flipping frame before careening into and skidding through the ropes. Attempting to snag the stretchy lifelines on her way out, McKinney could only manage to latch hold with one hand, her entire weight dangling for an agonizing moment before she succumbed and tumbled from the ring.
Celeste Star: "Umm... WHAT? Excuse me?! Why did no one tell me 'The Kat' was capable of that??? Absolutely stellar ring-out! I can't believe it -- Charlotte is down before Brooklyn even made it into the ring! These officials have to get Brooklyn under control, she's clearly stalling!"
In Ring
With the referees deciding to put an end to Brooklyn Decker's clever charade after nearly five minutes of filibustering, the busty swimsuit model was finally slung into the ring by a pair of imposing Lumberjacks brought in as reinforcements by the officials. After all, the tiring Hawkins duo in the ring were a far less threatening and formidable pair than the two mindless brutes outside it. Brooklyn had seen that first-hand; as had Katic. Fortunately for Decker, her uphill battle was made that much more manageable before she'd even begun to wage it; as reinforcements arrived in the form of Molly Quinn, who slid into the ring just as Decker did. Of course, Brooklyn would have preferred a stablemate, but a bloodthirsty wildcard hellbent on demolishing one of her foes couldn't hurt her chances. At the very least, she divided; and with Alexandra Daddario still reeling from Kate Upton's demolition, she looked to conquer.
Despite her overflowing gravitas and spunk, Molly Quinn had yet to find a way to dictate in a fair fight with Stana; only being afforded an opportunity to get her shots in when she'd betrayed her former co-star in what was supposed to be a tag-team effort.
With Decker and Daddario cautiously sparring across the ring, Stana picked up right where she left off in their first singles match; only with a palpable uptick in vindictiveness given Quinn's actions, as well as non-actions, in their last meeting. Katic proceeded to ring Quinn's bell in a thrilling number of ways; body-flipping Clotheslines, towering slams, and a leggy standing choke that left the once-assertive redhead meekly retreating. Closely trailing the stumbling redhead with glee etched upon her face, Stana reached out with a cackle and tugged the fleeing Molly back into her lap with a sturdy yank on her bra; undoing the flimsy clasp and sending Quinn's pale, teardropping pair tumbling free as her lace top fluttered to the ground.
Telescoped whole-heartedly into her efforts to demolish and repay Quinn, Stana was caught off-guard as she suddenly heard her partner shriek across the ring. Pinned to the turnbuckle with Brooklyn dangerously on her back, Alex had been stripped of her lycra top and it was now being used to strangle her from behind. The pancaked brunette twisted and squirmed as her gorgeous, natural curves heaved and mushroomed against the unforgiving steel post; her massive, freed tits awkwardly flattened against her sternum as the rest of her delicate frame jolted and spasmed with breathless convulsions.
With her matte black painted nails desperately digging to pry away Brooklyn's garrote, Decker suddenly dipped her shoulder into the small of Alexandra's back and lifted her writhing frame into an Argentine Backbreaker; wrenching the sagging actress into a crippling "C". Alex's naked body bucked and pedaled as Brooklyn impressively flexed her sculpted frame; posturing to full height, strangling and contorting the voluptuous former Bantamweight Champion's spine until she began to lifelessly gurgle and twitch, a stream of drool dripping down Decker's golden hide.
Katic was nearly in a full sprint toward Decker as the blonde completed an exhibitionist revolution, showing off Daddario's limp, spread corpse draped effortlessly across her shoulders for the crowd. The blonde's eyes widened with shock as Katic skated across the ring, but just before lowering her shoulder to spear the preening Decker, Stana was lassoed from behind by Molly Quinn. Stana let out a throaty squeal as the redhead snagged the waistband of her thong bottoms with one hand and her short, braided pony tail with the other, tugging Katic away from Decker before impact. The elder brunette's thighs quaked and pinched shut as she was stopped dead in her tracks; her plump, pink lips devouring the crotch of her thong as she was strung up on the barbed wire fence miraculously put up by Quinn. With Katic's hazel bulbs stretched wide, her mouth hanging agape in breathless agony, Molly used her momentum to reel in Katic and spin the gangly brunette through a dizzying three revolutions, finally slinging her to the canvas by her scalp. Katic's frame jostled and skid like a fish out of water before careening into the planted steel turnbuckle, her spine split by the post, nearly paralyzed by the buckling impact.
A relieved smirk slid across Brooklyn's lips as she was momentarily bailed out by Quinn, but she knew that as soon as Katic was eliminated, all that pent-up rage would be directed her way. With enough dalliance, Brooklyn ruthlessly dropped to her knees, snapping the already unconscious brunette over her rippling shoulders with a devastating Argentine Backbreaker Drop. Alex's splintered frame jolted and spasmed in shock, her naked, teardropping tits convulsing as she was momentarily displayed draped over Decker's back before being allowed to spill lifelessly to the floor. With a disappointed scoff, Brooklyn rolled the convulsing Champion out of the ring to the concrete below, scoring the stunning upset elimination.
In Ring
Stana throatily gurgled as her teary, hazel bulbs stared vacantly skyward, her head hanging limply halfway out of the ring as her dark, painted lashes fluttered. The panting brunette miraculously peeled her angled spine off the post, an impression seemingly left in her rib cage from the awkward fall that nearly snapped her in half. She would be afforded little reprieve as Molly seemed to perk up and rally, tugging on one of Katic's ankles to get her away from the tangle of the ropes.
"HHHNNNGGGGUUUHH--NO...no.....nnnnNNUUUUHHHHHGGGGG" Stana gutturally croaked, mewling as Molly twisted and rolled her to her belly before taking a heavy, unpleasant seat atop the mangled small of her spine. Gripping Katic's thighs and prying them apart, Molly bent and shaped Katic's pendulous frame into a debilitating Boston Crab. Stana hoarsely squealed as Quinn took excruciating turns seesawing atop her fractured spine; lifting off the canvas momentarily before sharply buckling her vertebrae with another jolting drop of her ass.
Streaks of mascara and drool smeared across the canvas as Stana agonizingly wailed, blubbering as she was contorted ad nauseum; her slender belly bowed to the point it looked as though her rib cage were going to burst from her sternum. Eventually tiring and allowing Katic's broken lower half to slump to the canvas, Quinn delighted even further as she lifted the brunette's pelvis and peeled her out of her bottoms; slipping the bunched, sweat-matted thong over her ankles and flinging them out of the ring. Next, Quinn spun around on her spasming flesh cushion and untied the brunette's string bikini top; Katic's freed tits mushrooming against the canvas as her slender sternum swelled with each labored breath, overflowing out from beneath her abdomen.
"Think Nathan misses this old slit?! Me neither..." Molly scoffed as she slid her palm between Stana's thighs from behind, fish-hooking her plump lips with three digits and perking Stana's bubbly ass off the canvas; easing her thighs apart to reveal a thick, manicured bush of pubic hair trimmed above her peach. Katic bristled at the remark, but could muster little more than a shimmy that did little to unseat the insatiable redhead.
Opposite the perched Quinn, the next competitor finally made her way into the ring to the tune of 'Bad Blood' blaring over the PA.
"Nu-uh! Run along now and join their fun! I'm tired..." Brooklyn calmly directed, motioning for Taylor Swift to join the scrap she was watching from afar. Happy to oblige rather than taking on the former Flyweight Champion all by her lonesome, Tay nosily thrust herself right into the middle of Molly's glorious coup de grace, running up on Quinn who was furious she'd been interrupted.
"Why don't you FUCK OFF and mind your own business!" Quinn hissed, giving a two-handed shove to Taylor's belly and sending her staggering a few feet back. Thinking she'd done enough with her bark, Quinn turned her attention back to Katic before a sickening, fleshy *THWACK* erupted. A mist of sweat coated Stana's downed frame as she was suddenly freed of the weight atop her; as Taylor crow-hopped forward and viciously decapitated the unsuspecting redhead with a stunning Roundhouse Kick. Molly's lifeless frame skid to a stop on her side at the base of the ropes, face-down and twitching in a growing pool of blood as her topless frame pitched and spasmed with convulsions. Announcing herself with authority, Taylor Swift dropped to her knees at Quinn's side and shoved the bewildered redhead out of the ring for the elimination.
Celeste Star: "Let's fucking go Tay-Tay!! Comin' out guns blazin'! Look at Brooklyn, she's stunned, she can't believe little ol' Tay Swift is capable of THAT. I'm not sure if 'The Kat' can even walk at this point, Swifty might get a two-for-one!"
In Ring
Stana Katic pathetically whimpered as she military-crawled toward the ropes on her belly, the ring still shaking from the devastation that was Taylor Swift's knockout Roundhouse. The wounded brunette's fingers quaked as she extended toward the bottom rope, gripping with her left as her right hand continued to massage the small of her crinkled spine.
Finished dumping Quinn's corpse from the ring, Swift now turned her attention back to the second half of her opening act; straddling Katic's bare frame and reaching for her ankles. Katic throatily blubbered and bucked her lower half as Taylor clasped her feet and tugged as high and hard as she could, lifting Katic off the ground and attempting to separate her from the ropes. Hoisted prone nearly two feet off the mat, Stana refused to drop her lifelines no matter how recklessly Taylor tugged, her ruby-painted nails clawing at the rubber ropes with life-or-death desperation.
"FINE!" Swift suddenly huffed, abandoning her tug-of-war and allowing Katic's statuesque frame to momentarily sag, her naked tits teardropping and scraping the canvas as her belly dipped to the mat. Keeping hold of the brunette's ankles, Taylor stretched her lanky frame as wide as her wingspan would allow, parting Stana's thighs and spreading her plump lips for a debilitating low blow.
"FFFFUUUGGGKKK--OOOOHHHHHHGGGGGGHH" the brunette hoarsely wailed, her mortified squeals drowning out the sickening *CLAP* of flesh as Taylor reared one of her never-ending stems and split Katic's cunt with a devilish punt. Stana immediately curled into a ball of anguish, releasing the ropes and twisting into a tortured mangle of limbs, sobbing as she cupped her pulsing crotch.
"Time to kiss concrete..." Taylor raspily taunted, straddling Katic's hip and attempting to pry her out of the impenetrable fetal position. Katic defiantly squirmed and fought the catty Swift, refusing to unravel until finally lashing out with a bony right elbow, catching Taylor square in the jaw. The blonde's cranium rattled as she fell to a knee over Katic, her bulbs fluttering as her head snapped to the left before lulling back on Katic. Just as she re-focused, Katic twisted to her back and extended with both hands, palming Taylor's modest bosom with both sets of talons. With a sharp yelp, Stana ripped down on Swift's diamond-studded bra, snapping the thin shoulder straps and causing the blonde's ever-popular and sought after breasts to spill free.
Mortified, Taylor instantly rushed to swaddle her naked chest as her buckled bra hung uselessly around her belly, squealing as she tried to stand and retreat. Before Swift could slink away, Stana coiled one of her own toned pistons and speared the blonde square in the navel with a heel kick. The gutted Swift snapped over at the waist, nearly folding to the ground as she drifted back into a sturdy mass that shouldn't have been planted in the middle of the ring.
"Oh hello, mosquito bites!" Lindsey Pelas suddenly exclaimed as Taylor pirouette and stumbled into her lap. "Not my intended target, but you'll do for an appetizer."
Celeste Star: "Oh come on, Taylor and Stana don't deserve this!! I can't believe it - TWO NoAirZone blondes in the ring at once! One was bad enough..."
Swift's eyes stretched as wide as saucers as the impossibly busty blonde erected a towering monument to Swift's demise in the center of the ring; twisting and hoisting the pop star until she sat hunched atop Pelas' shoulders. Taylor's gangly frame curled frightfully over Lindsey's head as she was manipulated into Powerbomb position, her eyes welling with tears as Pelas slowly inched her fingers around the waistband of Taylor's biting booty-shorts. Lifting to her tippy toes, Pelas remorselessly drove Taylor's blubbering frame into the canvas from six feet in the air, ripping down on the waistband of Swift's bottoms as she detonated her marvelous Powerbomb, pansing Swift in the process.
The back of Taylor's skull whipped against the canvas, her slender upper half sickeningly twitching as her arms flew above her head, all four limbs jostling with convulsions as she slid spread-eagle, flattened in the center of the ring. Lindsey planted a demeaning heel on Taylor's sleek, waxed slit, raising both arms and victoriously flexing as the pop sensation's naked frame jiggled and shook in the aftershock, finally coming to rest as she was dumped out of the ring.
Celeste Star: "Just crown one of them right now! These two bad bitches are going to rain down hellfire on the rest of these poor girls together. It's senseless!! Who can stop these two?!"
In Ring
Celeste Star: "No way, I can't believe it, there is a God!! We've got another Hawkins girl just in time; tag-team mayhem!!!!"
Right on cue, it was Mandy Moore who less-than-confidently strut down the ramp and joined her stablemate in the ring. While she had faced Decker before and come out on top, that lubricious affair took place while partnered with the Bantamweight Champion, Alexandra Daddario, not a worn-out Stana Katic. To make matters worse, Lindsey Pelas had proven to be one of the most formidable and feared smotherers in the Federation. Despite appearing to be on the short end of the odds, Moore and Katic were faring quite well after the first ten minutes of provocative action.
With Katic mending to the point she was able to exploit the smaller Pelas and begin to grind her down with numerous athletic slams and submissions, Mandy was finding herself able to do the same against a surprisingly enervated Decker. Much to the delight of the crowd, Moore had managed to ravage and strip the busty blonde completely nude of her teeny, lewd bikini top and bottoms, baring with flawless swimsuit model to raucous approval.
Decker's swelling, golden orbs swayed and dangled weightily to the canvas as she rolled and pressed to all fours with a grunt, collapsing to her haunches as she exhaustedly pant while Moore rose opposite her no worse for wear. Heavy beads of sweat poured down the blonde's sternum as her chest rose and fell, caught up in the short stubble shaven above her sleek, sun-kissed cunt before dripping to the mat. Bedraggled by a sapping, back-to-back Rolling The Dice and Implant Buster from Mandy, Brooklyn couldn't manage to straighten up before the stalking singer forced her to do so, yanking upward on her sweat-matted locks. Stiffening with a grimace, Brooklyn venomously hissed as Mandy thrust her head underneath her armpit, backing the interlocked pair toward the ropes in a Reverse Headlock, as if she were planning to crack open the blonde's forehead with a DDT.
Springing back to life, Brooklyn blindly lurched forward still in Moore's clinch and ripped a disemboweling pair of knees into the brunette's exposed gut, a pair of gruff squawks bursting from the singer's lips. Moore's flexing abdomen curled around each bony knee, heavy mists of sweat erupting from her torso with the fleshy claps. A mouthful of drool sloshed from Mandy's lips as her delicate features twisted in breathless agony, affording the slouched Decker a freeing moment to catch her breath as her clinch threatened to break away.
"HHNNNGGGGOOOHHH" the blonde suddenly moaned with a euphoric rasp in her voice, her body stiffening as Mandy slid her palm over the model's shaven peach and thrust three controlling digits up her slit. Brooklyn's bronzed thighs clamped shut as the brunette hooked her pussy, pumping and burrowing her fingers through folds of flesh until she could grip and hoist the squirming blonde's toes off the mat. Decker pedaled her stems as she was twirled airborne, her curvy frame balanced vertical for an excruciating moment before *THWACK*. With a weighted thud, the entire ring violently quaked as Mandy executed a devastating Delayed Vertical Suplex, kissing the blonde goodnight as the crown of her skull rattled off the unforgiving canvas. Brooklyn's lifeless corpse fleshily twitched and sloshed with convulsions as she flopped flat to her back, tits-up, her toned belly spasming with rapid pants. A triumphant Moore heeled herself at the convulsing model's hip and palmed one of her naked, quaking orbs, rolling the golden, pillowy flesh through her fingers as Decker lifelessly gurgled. With an exhausted but beaming smile, Mandy rolled Brooklyn through the ropes at her side, scoring the stunning upset elimination.
In Ring
Sensing a golden opportunity to fell a contender like Lindsey Pelas with a handicap advantage, Katic and Moore, wearied as they were, launched a frenzied barrage of attacks on the vulnerable blonde who no longer had a friend in the ring. Already somewhat drained from her abbreviated showdown with Stana, Lindsey was unable to counter or muster a shred of offense as she was volleyed back and forth from brunette-to-brunette. Following a thunderous Shattered Dreams from Moore in the corner, the inexorable singer peeled Pelas off the ropes and slung her back toward her partner on the other side of the ring; each using their down-time to recoup some of their sapped strength. Pelas stumbled clumsily to a knee as she bumbled into Katic's grasp, wailing as she was hauled ruthlessly back to her feet with a snarl from the brunette.
Gifted enough rest by her stablemate to at least temporarily rehabilitate her battered spine, Stana proudly straightened her slender, statuesque frame, confidently puffing out her bare chest as she hunched Lindsey over at the waist and tucked the blonde's skull between her trim thighs. Katic prophetically pointed her finger to the heavens as she raised an arm to signal her conquest of the titanic blonde; joining the crowd with a primal, full-throat scream as they rose in unison. The typically even-keeled Katic paused as she corralled Pelas' flailing arms and tucked them behind her back for what looked to be some sort of Piledriver; but with Lindsey sedated, the domineering cougar raised to her tippy toes and roused the crowd even further as she lewdly shook her bare ass, arrogantly jiggling her bubbly cheeks to deafening roars of approval. With the noise reaching a fever pitch, the brunette dipped into a crouch and jumped in the air, taking Pelas with her before spiking the blonde against the mat with a destructive Pedigree.
Pelas' golden frame trampolined off the mat as she was flap-jacked against the canvas, her swelling tits hitting first and mercifully lessening the impact. The blonde's mouth fell agape as she lulled to her side swaddling her sternum and jaw, breathlessly whimpering as she held her massive orbs, both of which had been slung free from her constricting micro-bikini with no hope of being tucked back in to the skin-tight cups. Lindsey continued to thrash and worm on her belly until Stana hunched over her and hauled her right back up, flinging her past the next competitor, Amber Heard, and right into Mandy's waiting grasp.
Pelas drunkenly drifted across the ring and careened into the corner right between Moore's spread legs; the brunette having vaulted atop the turnbuckle and taken a seat on the padded ring-post. The blonde was unlikely to be able to answer what planet she was on, much less form a coherent sentence as Mandy stiffened and arched her sagging frame into a delicate but suffocating Dragon Sleeper. Repositioning her own skimpily-wrapped breasts in her black leather tube top so as not to suffer the same fate as Pelas, Mandy hunched her taller frame and snaked her forearm around the blonde's throat; straightening her comparatively diminutive frame to her tippy toes. The veins in Lindsey's slender neck crackled and bulged as Moore twisted her sleeper tighter, her sweat-soaked forearm sinking tightly around the model's throat as she began to spasm and gurgle. Lindsey's massive, heaving tits heavily swung as she twisted and convulsed, blubbering as she fought for oxygen in Mandy's lap.
Suddenly out of nowhere the blonde blindly raked her hands behind her head and slashed her nails across Moore's eyes, her sleeper disintegrating completely as both palms rushed to clutch her features. The singer hoarsely shrieked as she clumsily fell back to a seated position atop the turnbuckle, rudderlessly swaying as she squealed in agony. Freed of her noose, Pelas alertly rotated and yanked Moore's towering frame to half-height by her dangling pony tail; the brunette kissing her own knees as a stream of blood trailed down her jawline from a gash above her eyebrow. Moore pathetically mewled as her cranium was yanked downward and tucked beneath Pelas' armpit, bristling as Lindsey pressed into her awkwardly contorted middle and bodied her up with a Headlock.
Mandy's squirming and muffled squeals only amplified as her teardropping breasts were flattened to her sternum by the busty, posturing Pelas, fleshily spilling free as the leather tube top strap around her chest slid down around her ribs. Desperately fumbling to tuck herself back into her disheveled top, Lindsey struck with a flash of lightning; leaping out of the corner and pulling the string on her Top Rope DDT. The flailing Moore was driven forehead-first into the mat some six feet below, her body instantly sliding slack, fleshily jiggling with the rattling of the ring. Mandy's limbs slid completely spread eagle, her perked behind devouring the wedgied strip of floss between her thighs as her comatose body twitched with violent convulsions. Knowing the shock-factor and element of surprise would only afford her so many precious seconds, Lindsey quickly nudged the topless, spasming Moore to her hip and tipped her out of the ring to the concrete below for the elimination.
In Ring
Time seemingly stood still as Stana was forced to watch her partner be eliminated while she stood helplessly just a few feet away, too fatigued to intervene in time. But by the time Mandy hit the pavement, Katic was in a dead sprint toward the action, athletically bounding across the ring and recklessly jumping on Lindsey's turned back in an attempt to make things right. One of the last fighters to enter the Royal Rumble, and easily the fittest of the current competitors, Amber Heard was content to wait in the weeds as Stana threw herself into Lindsey and draped herself over the blonde's back like a backpack. The two wildly twisted and danced across the ring, falling clumsily into the ropes on multiple occasions as Stana sunk in a brake-cutting Rear Naked Choke on the topless, heaving blonde.
Pelas finally began to sputter as she lurched to a stop near the far ropes, gutturally spasming as Katic appeared to have wrenched her choke as tight as humanly possible, stapled to the model's sweat-soaked back. With the actress pairing a Body-Scissor with her Rear Naked Choke, Lindsey began to ineffectively paw and claw at the brunette's forearm, but her limb was simply too slippery to grip. Finally the blonde's arms fell away to her sides, her swaying, teardropping orbs sloshing to a stop as her protests ceased. Just as Pelas began to teeter over, she somehow summoned the wherewithal to throw herself backwards and drive Stana's brittle spine into the ringpost at her back. With a hoarse grunt, Katic's boa-like grip slinked away from Pelas' throat, her head thrown back by the crashing impact as Lindsey miraculously managed to discard her bony shawl.
Stana's mouth hung agape as her slender back was once again shattered by another gutting blow, her knees buckling inward as she slumped and genuflect to a knee before pulling back to her feet with the aid of the ropes, wheezing as she held the pulsing small of her back. Sucking wind herself but with a lightning-quick twist of her abdomen, Lindsey spun and slung a blind, head-hunting Back Elbow that struck Stana's cheek with a thunderous *CLAP* of flesh; the brunette's skull whipping sideways with the ferocity of a brutal, jolting neck snap. A crimson mist sprayed across the canvas as a mouthful of blood and drool sloshed from her gaping mouth, the brunette's knees quaking before buckling inwards and collapsing in a puddle of flesh flat on her face. The crowd exploded in unison as Katic slid lifelessly flat on her belly, her cheek smearing through a mess of blood, mascara and sweat as her gangly, naked frame twitched uncontrollably in sickening convulsions, her bubbly derrière pointed skyward as Lindsey huffed above her.
"What the fu--HHHNNNNGGGGGGOOOHHH" the seemingly victorious blonde suddenly sputtered as Amber Heard sidled up to her colossal curves from behind, gripped her platinum locks with both palms, and spiked the busty model's forehead against the turnbuckle. A wide-eyed Pelas was gifted a pair of disemboweling knees to the gut as Amber twisted her torso into prime position and unleashed with her powerful, toned stems; Lindsey's bare belly and rib cage curling agonizingly around Amber's thick thighs as each fleshy *THWACK* erupted.
The blonde cupped her mammoth, panting tits and reddening belly as she dropped to her knees gasping in paralyzed anguish, only to be hauled right back up by Heard. Looking to make her mark on the contest and on Pelas, Amber looked to inflict maximum humiliation on the selectively-modest model. While she had little issue showing off her stunning F-cup tits, Pelas was much more timid when it came to displaying her pussy; as evidenced by the horrified squeals as Amber peeled the sheepish blonde out of her hip-hugging spandex bottoms. Pinching her thighs shut to try and hide the dark brown landing strip trimmed above her sleek slit, Pelas dropped to all fours and began to scurry away from Heard toward the safety of the far ropes. Happy to oblige, Heard ripped another kick into Lindsey's rotund ass, knocking the bewildered blonde to her belly and through the ropes. Managing to hook the bottom rope with the crook of her left knee and snag the middle rope with her right hand, Pelas lifted herself off the apron and to a knee outside the ropes, peering back at Amber with tears welling in her eyes now that she'd been stripped completely naked.
Celeste Star: "Wow - I know we've got some hair-flying action going on over here with Pelas and Heard, but this Kat has 9 fucking lives! This chick is unconscious and an easy elimination, but the next girl in the ring is none other than Kate Mara, her stablemate!!"
Moving to put the sobbing blonde out of her misery, Heard worked to a light trot toward Pelas' side of the ring, still not having broken a sweat as she looked to spear Lindsey out of the ring. Only just as Amber dipped her shoulder in hopes of drilling the landing strip on Pelas' pelvis, Lindsey sprung forward and ripped a sharp knee of her own that extended through the ropes and found Heard's temple. The blonde's ducking frame awkwardly coiled as she ate the bony strike in the cranium, drunkenly wobbling to her heels before Lindsey reached over the top rope and sunk her own talons into Heard's locks. Amber did little more than blubber as Lindsey pulled her chest-to-chest, the model's titanic breasts mushrooming against Heard's wrapped pair as they smooshed body-to-body. Still gripping Amber's loose mane, Pelas slung the vacant blonde over the top rope at her side with a Hair Mare, whipping Heard out of the ring and somehow managing to stay balanced atop the apron herself.
Celeste Star: "You've got to be kidding me!!! That's either the greatest comeback or the greatest choke-job I've ever seen! Lindsey Pelas just REFUSES to go down! Amber had her dead-to-rights! We've got Lindsey Pelas on the ropes, Stana Katic unconscious in the corner, Kate Mara fresh as a daisy, and one final lady making her way to the ring right now to round out your Final Four!!! Can Pelas actually be the favorite in her state?!"
In Ring
Unfortunately for Stana Katic in her flickering state of consciousness, Kata Mara didn't last very long as her field medic. The final competitor to vault into the ring was none other than Victoria Justice, and these two Strawweights had a fresh, nasty score to settle. Mara was ripped away with a shriek by her playful, shoulder-length strawberry blonde locks and enveloped in torrid, tumbling ball of hate the second Victoria's heels hit the mat. The two clawing hellcats made up for lost time, managing to strip each other topless of their contrasting black and coral bras before Pelas had even stumbled her way back between the ropes.
Setting her sights resolutely on the waking, wallowing brunette in the far corner, Lindsey didn't even break stride as Victoria seized control and flung Mara across the ring; crossing Pelas' path as she rebounded off the ropes and sprinted right back into a decapitating Clothesline from Justice that splashed her topless frame to her back. Stana's hazel bulbs widened and lit up as she woke to Pelas' naked, glistening frame nearing and hunching over hers; feebly pedaling her heels against the mat in an attempt to inch backwards but already finding the small of her back firmly planted against the ringpost.
"Hhhhnnnngggghh--no, NO!!" the brunette pitifully protest, lashing out with a spearing heel kick toward Pelas' belly only to have it caught by the dogged blonde. Pelas paused for a cheeky wag of her finger as if to tell Katic she had no more tricks up her sleeve, only just as the model broke into a pearly smile, it was wiped clean off her smirking face with a slobber-knocking toe kick from Stana's free leg. Pelas fell a half step back before allowing Stana's lifted behind to slam back to the canvas, a mouthful of drool sloshing from her gaping mouth as her eyes fluttered into the back of her skull, her bell clearly rung by the flush contact.
The bumbling model dropped with a weighted thud to her knees as if she had concrete shackles, her overflowing bosom sloshing with each heavy pant of her sternum as they dangled toward the mat. With Pelas temporarily lacking any agility or motor skills, Stana was able to slip away from the slumped blonde's heavy-handed attempt to grapple with her on the ground and dive into full-guard. Stumbling and faltering herself, Katic instead began to slowly mount the turnbuckle at her side, turning her back on the kneeling blonde and climbing one rope at a time; each step eliciting a louder roar from the crowd. Hitting level with the top rope, Katic spun and took a labored seat atop the cushioned turnbuckle, spinning ready to leap and execute a full-body splash on the downed blonde.
"HOOOOHHHHHGGGGGHHH--GGGGGUUUHHHHHGGG" Katic suddenly blubbered as she was greeted with a pair of backhanded slaps; the first clapping against her cheek before the second erupted against her sternum, jiggling her bare chest. Stana's lanky frame slipped and slumped to a sagging seat, her thighs easing into the splits and allowing Lindsey to scoop her up from below, twisting and contorting the mewling brunette atop her shoulders in preparation for a Muscle Buster. The brunette hoarsely squealed and squirmed as her gangly frame was crunched and compacted into a tight package, her slender thighs agonizingly split as Lindsey hooked the pits of her knees and pried her legs apart as far as they would stretch. Stana's belly flexed and pant as her abdomen was scrunched like an accordion, the tender muscles in her thighs straining and buckling as Lindsey continued to bow her legs past the point of a full split, invasively displaying her spread slit and asshole. Finally Pelas dropped and detonated her package against the mat, the entire ring quaking violently as Stana's spine was bludgeoned against the canvas. The crunched brunette sprung spread eagle as her balled frame was forced to unravel in an instant, throatily howling as she flopped limply to her belly, sputtering with slow, forced breaths. Somehow she managed to place one hand in front of the other, slinking flat across the mat toward the corner of the ring nearest her puddly frame.
"Can you have a 'Signature-Finisher' if you've never actually done it to someone else? Everyone you face just does it to you? A Reverse-Finisher!? I'm just brainstorming here..."
Tears streaked down Stana's panicked, mascara-smeared features as Lindsey's words shook her core, blubbering incoherently as she military-crawled faster.
"NNNNNGGGGGGUUUHHHHGG..." Katic wailed at full-throat as Lindsey stepped over and straddled her lanky frame, spiking her heel into the small of Stana's pulsing spine and stopping the brunette dead in her tracks. The spent actress feebly pawed at Lindsey's wrist as the blonde curled her right digits around a clump of Stana's braided auburn locks and spun her to her backside; Stana's puddled, gangly frame sloshing to a stop on her butt seated Indian-style. Slobber trickled from her bottom row of pearly white teeth as her mouth hung open, sucking wind as her head hung low, dribbling down her crunched, panting belly and mixing with the sweat pouring down her frame before being caught up in the thicket above her mound. Another throaty wail erupted from Stana's lips as her teetering frame was yanked semi-upright by the scalp, her once-statuesque frame lawn-chairing at the waist as Pelas tucked Katic's skull between her powerful, flexing thighs. Stana's heels slid deeper into a split to accommodate Lindsey's shorter frame sagging atop hers; her bubbly, spread cheeks perking skyward as Pelas bent down and clasped her arms around Katic's slender, panting belly. A hoarse squeal eeked from the brunette's lips as the overwhelming weight of Lindsey's suffocating, freed tits mushroomed against her shoulder-blades, her knees buckling as her lower half failed to support the weight of Pelas bearing down upon her spent frame; her plump, bushy labia peeking out from between her slender thigh-gap as her hips rocked back and forth.
Finally gathering the energy needed, Pelas athletically hoisted Stana's tippy toes off the canvas and twirled her gawky frame; splaying and balancing the brunette across her shoulders in picture-perfect Widow's Peak position. Stana's toned legs wiggled as they chicken-winged apart and into the splits, her shins balanced atop Pelas' thighs as the blonde carefully maneuvered her squirming corpse into a crucifix position. Hooking her chin from behind and forcing her pooled, hazel bulbs toward the rafters, Pelas curled and bowed Stana's pulsing spine until a shattered grunt slithered from her lips. The brunette's slender belly spasmed with heavy pants and convulsions as her rib cage threatened to burst out the front of her chest, her freed, teardropping tits fleshily quaking as her sternum was torturously arched skyward. In a sickening flash of lighting, the brunette's soft coo was silenced with a throaty gurgle, her frame awkwardly buckling as she was skewered against the canvas with a debilitating Widow's Peak. After spiking against Lindsey's shoulder, Stana's skull viciously trampolined and slung against the steel ringpost, rattling between two immovable objects as her knees detonated against the canvas, arms sloshing above her head in disarray. The brunette's violently twitching frame spasmed and jolted with convulsions as she momentarily balanced on her knees before sagging to her haunches with her thighs folded up beneath her ass. Her slender sternum trembled and shimmied with nauseating convulsions, her bare, fleshy tits quaking before she finally tipped backwards.
Stana's mangled, naked corpse twitched with gentle pitches as Lindsey exhaustedly slid the brunette's shoulder-blades over the edge of the apron. With another meaty, two-handed nudge, the small of Katic's back dangled over the precipice; her lower half just caught up in the ropes as her awkwardly split, chicken-winged thighs hit the low clearance of the bottom rope. The brunette's hazel bulbs rapidly fluttered, her mascara-smeared lashes peeking through loose, sweat-matted strands of her braided auburn locks that partially covered her face as her arms fell out of the ring, hanging above her head as she was left strung upside down, partially hanging out of the ring as Pelas rose to her feet. The brunette's fleshy tits quaked with the aftershock running through the ring and the spasms of her sternum, her golden brown nipples stiffening as the cold arena air brushed delicately over every inch of her exposed frame, her tummy spasming with frenzied, abbreviated pants. Left dangling in the crucifix position, her thighs split and legs folded up beneath her ass, Pelas towered over Katic as she stood and straddled the gurgling actress. With a dismissive scowl, the blonde planted a foot atop Stana's sweat-drenched mound; grating her heel against Stana's plump, spread slit, her toes curling and tugging the thick mound of pubic hair shaven above her lips. Twitching in and out of consciousness, Katic's frame stiffened as she let out a raspy grunt, pathetically blubbering as she fluttered back to life, the veins in her neck bulging, her slender abdomen flexing as she incoherently flailed in an attempt to keep from falling. Athletically crunching her toned belly nearly parallel to the concrete below, Stana lifted her head just in time to eat another sickening *CRUNCH*. Straddling Katic from above, Lindsey sensually craned one of her stems through the ropes and remorselessly speared the brunette with her toned piston, forcing Stana to kiss her heel with a deplorable Big Boot. Katic's gangly frame snapped and slung against the side of the apron, dangling and fleshily twitching upside down as Lindsey kept her opposite heel planted firmly atop Katic's cunt just long enough to watch her buckled frame squirm before allowing her to tumble to the concrete in a contorted, twisted pretzel.
In Ring
Obliviously trading pint-sized blows of their own, the two petite, dueling Straws came to a grinding halt as Lindsey Pelas suddenly appeared at their side; staring like deer in the headlights as the naked, buxom lioness took her choice of meat; opting for dark(er) in Victoria Justice. Peeled away from her vendetta against Kate Mara, Victoria was helpless to resist against Pelas' overwhelming curves and earth-shattering power, kicking and squealing as she was silenced with a devastating Package Piledriver. Victoria's tiny, upturned ass devoured the thin, spandex booty shorts she was wearing as she gurgled on her tummy, twitching with convulsions as Pelas planted a palm on her slender, naked back. Shimmying the awkwardly folded brunette out of her bottoms, Justice joined Pelas in the birthday-suit club, leaving Kate Mara as the only competitor left with a shred of dignity thanks to her tiny thong bottoms.
Despite witnessing Victoria laid out face-down on her belly first-hand, you'd hardly call it a victory for Mara who appeared to be next on the hitlist. The topless redhead helplessly pirouette in a frenzy looking for her partner, Stana Katic, who was currently gurgling ringside in a body pile Kate was likely to join. A pair of attempted backhand slaps to the chest did little to deter the stalking blonde, as her massive, dangling orbs simply absorbed anything Kate could bring. Deciding to turn-tail and run, Mara didn't make it far before she was lassoed from behind like a helpless calf.
The auburn-haired actress pathetically whimpered as Lindsey tugged her in close, stapling Mara to the ropes and pancaking her between devastation and elimination. Kate blubbered and squirmed as Pelas snaked a single forearm around her throat and tightened the bony noose, arrogantly sinking in a One-Armed Rear Naked Choke while simultaneously stuffing and cramming Kate's upper half through the ropes. Kate's sternum twisted and curled as her freed tits were flattened and battered by the ropes, squealing before her cries were muffled by her windpipe squeezing shut. The redhead sputtered and gurgled as she was lustfully groped and mauled from behind, her body being contorted halfway through the ropes as the veins in her throat buckled and bulged, fighting desperately for oxygen. With her upper half dangling through the middle and top rope, Lindsey went to work on her lower half, peeling Kate out of her thong bottoms and revealing her thick, trimmed, dark-auburn landing strip and pale, pink pussy lips. Mara desperately clawed and clung to the ropes as she was forced through them, her torso hunched over at the waist as she dangled face-to-face with the ground, her porcelain breasts fleshily teardropping from her delicate sternum as Pelas pushed her lower.
"UUUHHHHHGGG--HNNNGGGGGOOOOHH" Pelas suddenly burst, dropping Kate from her Sleeper as a huffing Justice miraculously recovered and spiked consecutive heels into the back of Lindsey's knee. The blonde's lower half buckled as she genuflect, wailing as she reached back to cup her pulsing joint before her torso was split by a third gutting Roundhouse to the rib cage. Pelas' voluptuous frame crunched and buckled around Victoria's shin as she hoarsely grunted in agony, collapsing to her side before writhing to her belly. Lindsey's lithe stems inconsolably pedaled into the splits as she swaddled her abdomen, blubbering as she twitched and squirmed on her belly. Having managed to snag the middle rope on her way down, Mara slid back through the ropes with a cautious helping hand from Justice, still gagging and sucking wind as she struggled back to her feet, all three now stripped completely bare.
The tag-teaming pair of Strawweights approached the whimpering, downed Pelas as she continued to writhe on her belly, her swelling tits mushrooming out the sides of her petite abdomen as she squirmed flat on her face, smearing drool and sweat across the stained canvas. Taking a commanding charge, Victoria hauled the writhing blonde up to her feet, her flushed features twisted as she cradled her fractured ribs, her mouth hanging agape sputtering for air as Justice thrust her skull beneath her armpit.
Posturing the mewling blonde for a DDT, Kate Mara joined the fray as she gripped Pelas' curvy hips, pressing her pelvis into Lindsey's plump ass from behind doggy-style. Pelas pitifully squirmed as Mara pressured her pelvis deeper into Lindsey's rotund ass, mauling her hips with domineering thrusts, ripping at the blonde's overflowing folds of flesh as she eased Pelas' thighs apart from behind with her own knees, rhythmically pulsing and grinding her own bushy slit against Pelas' sleek cunt from behind as her labia peeked through her slender legs. Finally hooking Lindsey's thighs with both arms, Kate hoisted the blonde's heels off the canvas for a Tag-Team DDT. The blonde squirmed and twitched as Victoria tightened her noose around Lindsey's throat, disorienting her with a suffocating Headlock as the two Strawweights kept her suspended parallel to the ground. Pelas helplessly bucked her frame as her massive, heaving tits sloshed and dangled toward the ground, muzzled but pathetically squealing until Victoria kicked back and demolished the suspended blonde with a Jumping Tag-Team DDT. The tip of Lindsey's skull sickeningly trampolined off the canvas as her entire frame bounced upright, wobbling on her knees for a split second before she tipped over and collapsed lifelessly to her belly. The bronzed blonde's curvaceous frame wildly twitched and sloshed with convulsions as Kate rolled her to her backside with a gruff shove, her heaving tits fleshily jostling and pitching as her entire frame seized and floundered. Continuing their joint effort, Mara and Justice each planted their palms on a patch of flesh and shoved the awkwardly sprawled blonde from the ring.
In Ring
Both stark nude Strawweights slumped exhaustedly to their haunches as Pelas tipped to the concrete below, the entire arena in awe trying to comprehend what they just saw.
Celeste Star: "Did I see that right?! Do I need glasses? Do we have a tie, or what's going on here!? They can't be all buddy-buddy now!"
Mara paused with a quizzical look on her flushed features as Victoria graciously extended another helping hand, offering to lift Kate back to her feet in unison as Justice struggled to hers. Hesitant and incredulous, but taking the offering, Victoria charmingly grinned as she pulled Kate to her feet and thrust both their arms skyward; celebrating as if they were two respecting boxers who'd both come out victorious. Only just as the naïve and sweet-tempered redhead let her guard down, Victoria shamelessly changed course, yanking Kate by the wrist into a debilitating Friendship Breaker elbow.
Mara's pale, delicate frame sloshed on her heels as her skull rattled from the bony strike, hoarsely gurgling as she drunkenly pirouette and tipped over. Still gripping her wrist, Justice pulled Kate into her lap before the crippled actress could spill to the canvas, swaddling the twitching redhead in a Reverse Bearhug. Kate's wide-eyed, pained features were shielded by her sweat-soaked, tousled, shoulder-length locks, her chin hanging toward her belly as her limp frame sagged against Justice's. Mara's fleshy tits quaked and weightedly teardropped as Vika locked her wrists around Kate's slender belly, lifting to her tippy toes before catapulting the disoriented redhead over her head with a debilitating German Suplex.
Kate's slender thighs buckled into an awkward split as her lower half lawn-chaired and collapsed atop itself at impact, letting out an abrupt, throaty gurgle as she scrunched in half at the waist. Gracelessly teetering folded in half on her back, her ass lewd and shamelessly spread and pointed skyward, Mara mercifully spilled flat to her backside after an agonizing moment spent propped on her mangled spine. Somehow still conscious, Kate pathetically mewled and squirmed to life as Victoria stepped over and straddled her abdomen, wilting in her arms as Justice leaned down and scooped Mara up underneath the armpits.
Reeling the puzzled, floundering redhead back to her feet, Victoria was unrelenting as she callously lifted Kate's ruby-painted toes off the canvas and contorted her buckled, naked frame into a Bearhug. The insatiable brunette seemed to just feed off Mara's squeals as Kate threw her slender thighs around Justice's midsection and locked her ankles, attempting to alleviate some of the crushing pressure on her spine. Continuing to roughly wrench and pretzel Kate's curvy frame, Mara let out a hoarse shriek as Vika thrust her skull underneath her armpit, scrunching the redhead's abdomen before arresting and twisting a wrist behind her own back. The neatly packaged Mara listlessly bucked and squirmed as Victoria postured up to full height, her perked, spread ass jiggling as she desperately grate her naked, bushy pelvis against Justice's sweat-soaked, glistening abdomen. Folds of flesh overflowed as their two slender sternums pancaked against one another, Kate's scrunched, panting belly heaving with quick spasms as she attempted in vain to bust free, one of her fleshy, porcelain tits sloshing free of the body-press and teardropping toward the mat below as she was curled to nearly kiss her own knees.
Only when the redhead's twisting and worming ceased did Victoria pull the string on her paralyzing Cradle DDT, spiking Mara's forehead against the canvas below. Mara's pale frame buckled once again as her thighs were caught up underneath her weight, snapping over at the waist as she kissed the mat. Kate's naked frame snapped into a "V" atop Justice's, the redhead's thighs ripping into the splits as the impact unraveled them from around Victoria's waist. Mara's crunched lower half surged against Victoria's navel as her spread sex painted Justice's flexing lower belly, her pelvis pumping with convulsions before her thighs began to quake and part further, sagging limply into a revealing split as Mara collapsed forward. Kate's sweat-drenched, light pink nipples stiffened as they dangled against Victoria's panting midsection, pitching and heaving as she laid propped up and slumped against Victoria's prone frame. Kate's curvy torso curled as she sputtered to a lifeless stop atop Justice, sickeningly twitching before sliding flat against the brunette's belly, curled into an awkwardly contorted shape as she spasmed and convulsed. The redhead's bubbly derrière jiggled as it propped up pointed skyward, her plump, pink slit peeking out from between her arched thighs, the bushy landing strip trimmed above her lips glistening with a sheen of sweat as her hips pulsed and rocked.
Celeste Star: "She's done it!!! She's actually done it! From ultimate Jobber Champion to Queen of the Fucking Ring!! Victoria Justice!!!!!!!"
Finally spilled into a twitching heap from Justice's lap, Kate sloshed to her backside, tits up, her slender belly still heaving and spasming with heavy pants. Rolling the redhead toward the ropes, Victoria callously twirled her palm around a clump of sweat-matted hair and dangled the lifeless Mara by her scalp, her porcelain frame jolting as she sagged to her haunches, hanging from Vika's grip. With a final dismissive huff, Justice slung the convulsing Mara through the ropes to the concrete below, securing her title of Queen of the Ring.
Royal Rumble Queen of the Ring
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