PPV 51
Emma Watson (62%) defeats Alison Brie (38%)
Emma Watson vs. Alison Brie (Title Match)
"Emma Watson had been largely without an equal since the Federation embraced the weight class model; falling only to former Strawweight Champion, Megan Fox, before ultimately reclaiming the belt and never looking back. Despite having proven to be an extremely worthy challenger herself, Brie had already fallen twice to Watson, albeit neither with the Title on the line. The lithe brunette was hoping higher stakes would allow her to raise her game and slay the increasingly bombastic Brit.
Having participated in two Buck Naked Beauties matches to-date, Alison was unfortunately becoming all too familiar with the bright lights of this arena bathing her every fold of flesh, as she once again found herself spotlighted in her birthday suit some ten minutes in. Not known as one of the more devious or trophy-hungry fighters in the league, Watson was almost sheepish as she pulled away from their latest twirling exchange with an awkward grin, offering a remorseful apology after their frenzied grappling managed to unknot the chest of Brie's string bikini. The violent, chesty tornado left Alison's delicate, glistening frame completely nude after a similar wardrobe malfunction took her bottoms during a wedgie early in the bout. Lesson learned; no more drawstrings. Flushed a humiliated shade of red, Alison began to lose her equal footing as she pressed to end the fight before she'd lost all dignity.
Emma was a patient fighter, always in control, never reaching out of her depths for momentum. With every subsequent fight and Title defense, it was proving more and more obvious that the rest of the Strawweight division was severely lacking Watson's composure. Brie huffed with growing fatigue as she lurched through a pair of uninhibited swings toward Watson's jaw; the Brit nimbly dipping past the whizzing strikes with relative ease before countering with a sharp gut punch that seemed to immediately cripple and enervate the once-fiery brunette. Brie's mouth fell slack-jawed as her abdomen rippled, eating another bony elbow to the ribs before her limbs practically shut down, drooling helplessly as she was dismantled by a wicked storm of body punches, the last of which struck with a meaty clap just above her fuzzy, glistening mound.
Brie let out a throaty, guttural grunt as her knees buckled, collapsing into Watson's sternum before her sagging frame was straightened right back up. The brunette was wide-eyed as Emma cinched her digits around her throat, lifting the gurgling Brie off her tippy toes with a jaw-dropping One-Handed Chokeslam, splattering the squirming actress' spine against the mat with a thunderous explosion. Brie's frame curled as she was effortlessly suspended for only a split second before the back of her skull was driven into the canvas, her limbs detonating spread eagle before sliding slack, eyes rolled into the back of her head. The 3-count was gratuitous as Alison's naked frame pitched with violent convulsions, finally sputtering to an unceremonious stop as Emma planted a single palm atop one of her mushrooming tits, flattening the jostling brunette to the canvas with her Title belt still in-hand."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Olivia Munn (54%) defeats Christie Stevens (46%)
Olivia Munn vs. Christie Stevens (Tits 'N' Ass Title Match)
"The presumptive favorite, and for good reason, Christie Stevens had come out intent on turning this bout into as filthy and lewd a contest as imaginable, hoping to demean the comparatively modest Munn into forfeiture. With the porn and fetish star already willingly stark nude, Olivia sheepishly clung to the last remaining scraps of clothing that hadn't been clawed away by the insistent blonde; a pair of black, thigh-high socks, and a cheeky, low-waisted string thong that might as well have been non-existent with how insatiably Munn's meaty ass cheeks and plump, pink labia devoured the material.
Olivia's bare, teardropping chest heaved with heavy pants as she paused to re-tie her loose locks into a fresh pony tail, her raven tresses clumped and matted with sweat from countless Breast Smother attempts by the domineering blonde, seemingly toying with the skittish actress by allowing multiple escapes. Each time Munn had been allowed to wiggle to freedom and escape her sure demise, Stevens had antagonized the gasping actress with increasingly vulgar and gropey taunts; slapping her tits, invasive frontal wedgies, slipping her hand beneath the waistband of Munn's bottoms, crude tribbing, and countless other molestations meant to further break the actress down mentally.
Huffing a few messy strands of hair from her eyes, Olivia finally postured up to the preening blonde, lifting her hands for an arduous Test of Strength. Happy to oblige given the extent to which she'd dominated Munn thus far, Christie volunteered to lock horns with the similarly-statured brunette; only once clasped, Olivia seemed to truly come alive for the first time all night.
Both women grit their teeth as Olivia slowly backed the squealing blonde into the corner, Christie's frame buckling as the small of her back finally found the steel post behind it, splitting her shoulder blades. With nowhere to run, Olivia sprung forward and slung an eviscerating knee into Steven's fleshy belly, doubling her curvy frame over at the waist before she melted to her knees at Munn's heel. With a stern grunt, Olivia turned her back on the faltering porn star and pressed her rotund backside right into Christie's face. The blonde's bulbs stretched wide before they were enveloped by Olivia's fleshy ass, muffled squeals and frenzied screams erupting from between her plump cheeks as she pinned the squirming Stevens to the turnbuckle. Christie helplessly scratched and clawed at Munn's powerful, rippling thighs for a few graceless moments before she slumped forward deeper into the actress' curvy gap, her arms falling lifelessly to her sides as Olivia kept her convulsing frame stapled to the post long past her expiration before allowing her to fall flat on her face."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Alexa Bliss (61%) defeats Alison Brie (39%)
Alison Brie vs. Alexa Bliss (Buck Naked Beauties Title Match)
"With each woman having taken turns dominating long stretches of this wild, back-and-forth affair, it was Alison Brie who was surprisingly starting to wear down the compact, seemingly indestructible veteran wrestler. It was a battle of two stunningly fit bodies, and what better way to show them off than with a Buck Naked Beauties match; though despite the spirit of the rules, Alexa had managed to find a clever workaround that at least left some dignity intact. Despite starting out with a thick, vibrant coat of body paint shielding her dynamo frame, every second of sweat and body-to-body contact left both the ring and Alexa smeared with interchanging amounts of paint. With little cover left, Bliss was starting to worry more about how much skin she was showing and less about Brie.
Rather than risking dropping her makeshift arm-bra, Alexa chose to forego her defenses as Alison coiled a sharp backhand slap, knocking the pixie blonde into the corner where she slumped into an undignified position, wailing with mortified screams as she looked down to see her chest glimmering with hardly a hint of body paint left. Sensing that her opponent was paralyzed, Brie athletically hoisted the blubbering blonde to the top of the turnbuckle, knocking her to a seated position on top of the post. Retreating a handful of steps, Brie suddenly hopped forward and charged, attempting to knock Bliss off the turnbuckle to the concrete some 10 feet below. Whether it was Brie's accompanying scream that snapped her out of it, or truly being backed into a corner, Alexa extended one of her piston-like stems at the last possible moment, spearing Alison square in the jaw with a sickening, fleshy crunch.
Alison's frame sloshed on her heels as her skull was snapped sideways, her bulbs rolling in their sockets as she drifted half a step before pirouetting and collapsing in place, spasming tits-up on her backside. Immediately vaulting to the top rope, Alexa relied on muscle-memory alone as she spun through an all-too familiar Twisted Bliss, a move that drew raucous applause from the boisterous fans before her muscled frame exploded atop Brie's. Alison let out a throaty, winded grunt as her naked frame lawn-chaired at the waist, twitching uncontrollably as Alexa scooped one of her thighs and arched her legs into a revealing split, one that spread her sensitive folds of flesh just long enough for thousands of flash-bulbs to go off from the front rows. Alison simply pitched and convulsed as the 3-count rang out, gurgling incoherently as Alexa defiantly snarled, nothing but relief painted across her stark nude features as the bell finally rang."
- Submission by Taylor Hawkins
Alison Brie vs. Alexa Bliss (Buck Naked Beauties Title Match)
"Alison Brie was given the tall task of fighting twice in one night and not only fighting, but fighting the rising CWF star alexa Bliss and the current Strawweight Champion Emma Watson. Alison still wasn't comfortable walking down the entrance ramp completely naked. Sure, she had been stripped in fights numerous times in the past, but there was something different about being forced to begin the match completely nude, knowing that she must fight the entirety of the match in nothing but her birthday suit. The only saving grace for Brie was that her opponent would also be naked. A Buck Naked Beauties Championship fight requires both women to be naked, so everyone was on a level playing field. Brie was ever confident in defeating her opponent tonight because, unlike Alison, Alexa had never been stripped at all. She never showed even a hint of underwear during her short time in the company and now she would be forced to wrestle completely naked.
Bliss' music hits and the crowd is on their feet, cameras in hand, waiting to capture images of Alexa's pint-sized, curvaceous figure. But once she walked out from behind the curtain, she was met with a chorus of boos once they saw her body and Alison stood gaping in shock. Alexa was covered from head to toe in thick body paint! She had clothes painted on her body to resemble Harley Quinn from the Batman Arkham City video game, with painted pants, top, gloves and even face paint. Alison suddenly felt much more exposed once she saw her opponent covered in body paint, her nipples, crotch and ass covered by a thick black and red protective coat. Five Feet of Fury couldn't help but smirk as she walked down the ramp and snatched a microphone.
"Did you idiot's actually think that I, Alexa bliss, the Goddess of the CWF, would ever voluntarily walk out here naked?! How stupid can you be?" Alexa sneers as the audience jeers in anger, "I knew this wrestling promotion was trashy, but this match takes the cake. Buck Naked Beauties? What kind of title is that?! I'm the Goddess and I deserve the Strawweight Championship, not some slutty second-hand belt. This belt should be fought over by the disgusting, filthy pornstars that take up half of the roster. Like that so-called "model" Cali Logan!" The audience cheers just at the mention of Cali's name. "Oh, you perverts actually like her? Well, I guess you would. You losers would like Cali because she's a dirty, trashy slut that strips her clothes off for a handful of change. I bet if you gave her a dollar you could get a blowjob and a free STD! But you wanna know who's worse than these pornstars, who's even worse than that tramp Cali Logan?" Alexa asks, as she climbs into the ring It's you, Alison. You're so pathetic, and so desperate for the approval of these losers in the audience that you willingly prance out here naked! I can't wait to knock you out and send your pathetic ass back down the rankings! Alison, please take this ass whipping personal."
The loud boos of the crowd are overwhelmed by the loud reverb of the microphone as Alexa ruthlessly slammed it into Alison's head. Brie immediately crumbles, sinking to a knee and holding her head in pain. Alexa grabs a handful of the brunette's hair, jerking her foe to her feet before leveling Alison with a brutal forearm strike to the jaw. Alexa continues her assault, making short work of Brie, striking her with a relentless flurry of kicks and stomps, pummeling Alison's tight, naked frame. "You don't even deserve to step foot into MY RING?! YOU'RE PATHETIC!" Bliss screams at her mewling foe, mocking Brie as the crowd-favorite brunette curls in a ball, trying to shield herself from Alexa's aggressive offense.
Alexa forces Brie to unravel from the fetal position by landing several short soccer kicks to her curled spine. Alison cries out and rolls onto her back while Bliss scoffs at the sniveling brunette. With a devious scowl, Alexa reaches down and yanks Alison up to her feet and cuts the poor woman in half with a devastating knee to her abdomen, knocking the wind out of her demoralized opponent. Alison's heaving, sweat-slicked breasts teardrop to the canvas as she swaddles her tummy, incapable of mustering up any type of defense when Alexa wraps her arms around Brie's head in a front face lock. Bliss cinches her arms tight, constricting blood flow to Alison's brain before snapping back. The crown of Alison Brie's skull collides on the canvas with a sickening thud, the impact causing her naked frame to jiggle. Miss Five Feet of Fury uses her foot to roll the stiff body of her foe over and places a domineering foot on Alison's quaking, bare breasts for an emphatic and unnecessary three count."
- Submission by jdo90
Emilia Clarke (52%) defeats Miley Cyrus (48%)
Emilia Clarke vs. Miley Cyrus (Sex Fight Title Match)
"Miley Cyrus is known, both in and outside of the ring, for her lewd, hypersexualized persona. Even from her first match in the CWF, it was evident that the fiery Tennessean was going to be a Sexfight Champion. Cyrus confidently swayed to the ring, wearing nothing but a black thong and a seductive grin. Her eyes were fixed on her opponent standing in the ring. Miley couldn't wait to sink her claws into the petite brunette that was nervously pacing in the corner. As Cyrus walked around the perimeter of the ring, she stumbled upon the still unconscious body of Victoria Justice. The Jobber Queen was still sleeping on the thinly padded mats, her mouth stuffed with Knightley's sweat-soaked thong.
What do we have here?" Cyrus giggled, squatting down over her rival's dozing, sweat-soaked face. "After I'm through with Clarke, I think I'll take that bitchy little face of yours for another ride!" Miley grins, lowering her crotch down onto the tip of Victoria's nose and swaying her hips for a few seconds before sliding into the ring to face her opponent. Cyrus gave Emilia a wink and blew her a kiss as the timekeeper rang the bell.
The match, as everyone presumed, was going Miley's way. Emilia, after all, was a relative newbie in the CWF, only competing in three matches prior to this bout and she had only been victorious once in her career. Miley, in record time, had stripped her short opponent completely naked and sat on her protesting face, scrubbing her snatch against Emilia's screaming mouth. "Oooooh, that's it, baby! Scream for Momma!" Miley groaned, grabbing a fistful of Clarke's dark brown hair and jamming the brunette's face against the drenched crotch of her thong. Miley leaned back and began teasing and manipulating the smooth pussy of her squirming prey, forcing Emilia to groan in pleasure and humiliation. Once Cyrus felt Clarke had given up hope, she hoisted the whimpering brunette onto wobbly feet and rushed her into the corner.
"Don't worry, sweetie," Miley cooed, gently wiping a few tears from Emilia's flushed face, "this will be all over soon. And after this, maybe you can fight sleeping beauty down there for the Jobber Queen title." Miley smirks, hoisting Clarke up, planting her foe's bare booty on the top turnbuckle pad and spreading her legs, giving Cyrus an unobstructed view of her target -- the pulsing, ripe pussy of Emilia Clarke. The risqué blonde salaciously thrust her head between Emilia's trembling, twitching thighs and insatiably thrust her warm, wet tongue between Clarke's equally warm, and equally wet, plump pussy lips.
The brunette's toned abdomen suddenly stiffened, showing off her small abs. Emilia gasped, tossing her head back in ecstasy, her slack jaw hanging open in a frozen "O" as Miley athletically lifted the quivering Brit onto her shoulders and pulled away from the turnbuckle, setting Emilia up for her patented finisher. Emilia's petite, nude frame convulsed and buckled as jolts of electricity ran from her pussy, up her spine, and through her fingertips. Her light pink nipples hardened and her B-cup breasts jiggled as her lower back slumped forward, her painted toes curling as she draped herself over Miley's skull. Cyrus expertly pumped and darted her tongue into the Brit's pulsing slit, carnally eating out the paralyzed Clarke while balancing her atop her shoulders. It appeared that Clarke, like many others before her, was going to fall victim to Miley's lewd power bomb.
Just as Cyrus was about to turn around and detonate the back of Emilia's skull into the canvas, something hooked around Miley's ankles and, before she knew it, Miley's feet were ripped out from under her and she crashed onto her back with Clarke landing crotch-first on her face. The crowd was in an uproar, raining down a chorus of boos as Victoria justice released Miley's feet. The nude Queen of the Ring proudly dusted off her hands as she stood on the outskirts of the ring. While everyone was focused on Cyrus and Clarke, Victoria had finally woken from her slumber and, in an act of malice, grabbed Cyrus' ankles and turned the tables on the Sexfighting Champ.
Emilia quickly rotated her body, sitting her ass on Miley's face, and bent forward, frantically rubbing her fingers against her foe's soaked crotch. The friction of Clarke's fingers and the sensation of the silk fabric of her thong scrubbing against her clit was too much for the Sex-fighting veteran. Miley's lean legs began to shake, her tight, sun-kissed frame convulsed and a muffled, drawn-out groan escaped from underneath Emilia's derriere as Miley reached her peak, drenching her flimsy thong with her orgasmic nectar. Emilia climbed off her foe and struck a victory pose over Cyrus' body as Victoria smugly grinned from the outside."
- Submission by jdo90
Emilia Clarke vs. Miley Cyrus (Sex Fight Title Match)
"Emilia and Miley had been going at it for awhile now, neither getting a solid lead on the other in the sexfight battle, both having no rivalry coming into this but now that had changed. Emilia was on the mat on her back looking up as Miley lifted her body upward into a downward trib spreading her legs as Emilia moaned out loud, “That's right, you messed with the wrong girl this time, now stay under me where you belong!” Miley shouts out as she tribs Emilia fast now, placing her foot on the British woman’s face making her lay there in this submissive position, bodies bouncing as Emilia is getting close to an orgasm!
Miley looks down as Emilia looks defeated, arms laying on the mat as she moans out, “Nooo Miley, You can’t beat meeeee” she moans out as Miley presses down a little more as Emilia takes it trying to outlast Miley as they both are reaching the breaking point!
“Shut up bitch, you are mine!” Miley moans out as she feels her own body getting closer as she moves her hips faster looking to overwhelm Emilia but the British babe is holding on as she lays there before hearing Miley gasp as she then feels her orgasm above her! “Mmmmnoooooo!” Miley cries out as she realizes that she lost when she had the dominant position...Emilia soon following as she orgasms second making Miley furious as she falls back on the mat as both women lay there. “Can’t outlast a Queen….Bitch” Emilia moans out as she is victorious..."
- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen
Keira Knightley (51%) defeats Victoria Justice (49%)
Keira Knightley vs. Victoria Justice (Jobber Title Match)
"Victoria, ever the pretentious diva, made a grandiose entrance. Several large, muscular shirtless men hoisted a throne above there heads and sitting ontop of that throne was the Queen of the Ring herself, Victoria Justice. Justice, as always, is accompanied by her teammate Taylor Swift. As Victoria makes her entrance a looping video plays on the jumbotron above the entrance ramp. It shows Victoria winning the inaugural Battle Royal and tossing Kate Mara outside the ring. It also shows what happened after the show went off the air. Justice skips out of the ring just as Mara rises to her hands and knees. Justice climbs onto Kate's back, pulling her hair with one hand and cruelly spanking her bare ass with the other hand, Justice forces Kate to carry her up the entrance ramp in a demoralizing horse ride.
Inside the ring, eagerly waiting for her opponent is Keira "The Nightmare" Knightley. The lean Englishwoman paces the ring and, as soon as Victoria dips under the bottom rope, Knightley strikes! Victoria yelps and tries to retreat, but she is unable to stop the volley of blows flying into her. Keira pummels Justice into the corner, forcing the former Nickelodeon star to sag, her black minidress riding up her tan thighs as she slides down. But the momentum instantly shifts once Taylor Swift grabs Keira's ankle and trips her to the mat, allowing Justive to regain her bearings. The numbers game appeared to be too much for Knightley. The fiesty Brit soon found herself stripped down to her bra and panties and on the receiving end of hard stomps to her spine, courtesy of Victoria's black stiletto heels.
"The only thing more pathetic than your fighting ability is your skinny, flat, little ass!" Victoria hisses, punctuating her statement with a quick kick to Keira's upturned bottom. Suddenly the crowd, whom have spent the entire match booing, breaks into raucous cheers. Mandy Moore and Kate Mara, having seen enough of Swift Justice's devious cheating, decided to even the odds. Swift was giggling with fiendish delight as she watched Victoria dismantle Keira, unaware that one of her biggest rivals stood mere inches behind her. The blonde's face dropped once age heard a familiar voice pur in her ear, "Did ya miss me, Tay?" Mandy reaches under Taylor's miniskirt, grabbing a fistful of her panties, and yanks the undergarment up, cutting it deep into her crotch. Swift howls and dances on her tiptoes as Moore leads her to the ring steps. Mandy releases the undergarment, snatches a handful of blonde hair and slams Taylor face-first into the steel steps, knocking her out on impact. The commotion causes the referee to advert his attention to Taylor, whom is laying unconscious on her back.
Kate slips into the ring and stalks behind Victoria, patiently waiting to strike her clueless prey. Justice is beaming with joy as she stomps her foe. "I hope you're watching, Watson! This is what is going to happen to you!" Victoria sneers down at Keira's beaten body before feeling a hand grab her shoulder. The Cali native spins on her heel, her jaw dropping once she sees Kate Mara standing in front of her. "Payback time, bitch!" Kate smirks before landing a hard right cross that connects with Victoria's chin. As the Queen of the Ring stumbles back, holding her jaw, Mara takes the opportunity to humiliate the bratty celeb. Kate reaches over between Justice's modest breasts, grabs the neckline of her tight black mini dress, and with a single hard pull, ripped it open down to her belly.
“What the hell?!” Justice squeals and immediately wraps her arms around her breasts, sheepishly covering her bare B-cup tits. As Victoria nervously darted toward the ropes, hoping to escape the ring, she was met with the smirking face of Mandy Moore whom stood at ring side. Victoria turned on her heel and made a beeline for the other side of the ring, the ripped cloth of her top rippling behind her like a flag. Kate, hyped up by the crowd's raucous cheers of approval, reaches out and grabs a handful of the flowing fabric, pulling even harder at the length of tattered silk that had, until a moment ago, comprised the top half of Victoria's dress.
A smooth ripping sound was heard as Victoria clumsily spun sideways, thrown off balance by the unraveling of her designer dress as its fabric unwound around her body and, in no time, the entire outfit is reduced to a long thin strip of silk dangling from Kate's clenched fist. A piercing, horrified scream blasts out of Victoria's throat as the fans erupt with cheers. Justice continues covering her modest breasts with her slender forearms, wearing nothing more than a lacy pair of black thong panties and her matching patent leather stiletto heels. The risque garment's small triangular front barely covers the former Nickelodeon star's plump pink pussy while its back consisted of a thin dividing line that tapered between her supple butt and vanished up into the peach-like crevice of her smooth sun-bronzed ass cheeks.
“NO?!”, Justice choked on the simple word. Her big, beautiful dark brown eyes popping out with utter embarrassment. Staring wide-eyed at the piece of cloth dangling in Mara’s hand Victoria, whom at the beginning of the match was a smirking, arrogantly confident diva, was now reduced to scared, self-conscious little girl. The whole arena rejoiced in unison at the cocky diva's state of undress. Catcalls and wolf whistling erupted as Kate tossed the tattered fabric and lunged for her embarrassed rival, ripping Victoria's right arm away from her breasts and Irish whipping her towards the ropes. Justice careened into the ropes, struggling to stay upright, her freed breasts bouncing with each stride as she rushed towards the ready and waiting Mara.
Kate ruthlessly bunched up the silk tattered fabric in both her hands and, ducking the swinging fists of Victoria, wrapped the material around the dark haired beauty"s neck and performed a brutal snapmare, forcing Justice to land on her scantily clad butt with a hard thump. Victoria cried in pain and rolled onto her belly, her hands reaching back to rub her stinging ass cheeks. As Victoria mewled in pain and embarrassment, Keira began to rise to her feet, literally shaking with rage. Kate extended her hand and helped Knightley up. "Give her Hell." Mara grinned before giving Keira a hug and sliding out of the ring
Knightley, seething with rage, raised her left foot and stepped on Victoria's head, pinning her face to the dirty canvas. Victoria lashed out with her arms in anger, trying to grab Keira's ankles, but the crafty Brit managed to stay just beyond her reach. “Now, what do we have here?”, a cruel smile curled across Knightley's glossy lips. Still holding her foe's face against the canvas with her left foot, Keira hooks two fingers under the back of Justice's scantily clad bottoms, takes a firm grip, and yanks painfully upwards. “MmMmmmAHHHHH!!!”, Victoria shrieked angrily into the filthy canvas. Cat-calls and cheers erupted from the horny crowd as audience members were granted an unobstructed view of her spectacular heart-shaped ass. Knightley stretched the back of Justice's thong up as far as it would go, several inches above her arched lower back, then held it there with glee as her curvaceous opponent squirmed and struggled beneath her. An image flashed up on the jumbotron, a close-up of Victoria's rear end, her squirming sweat-slick thighs, her deeply wedgied, peach-shaped ass glistening beneath the bright arena lights, the plump fleshy lips of her shiny pomegranate-pink pussy bisected by the stretched-tight fabric of her black-lacy bottoms.
Knightley slowly flossed the garment's bunched-up seat back and forth between Victoria's long, supple, frantically kicking legs, letting it dig deep into the poor bratty diva's barely-covered pussy, drawing it tight against her clit until, SNAP! The audience once again erupts as the thong snaps in half. Knightly holds the tattered waistline in her hand while the crotch panel remains deeply embedded inside Victoria's crotch and perky ass. The disgraced Queen's cries of anguish were smothered beneath Keira's dominating foot.
“Ooooohhh...”, Knightley cooed, “that must have hurt, huh, Vicky? ” Taking advantage of her nude opponent's frustrated thrashings, she stepped over Justice's flailing legs and pulled her slender, naked frame up, hoisting the snobby Queen to her feet. Victoria struggled to keep her balance on her stiletto heels, losing her footing and shamefully, as well as painfully, falling spine-first into the corner turnbuckle. Justice cried out as her shoulder blades were split by the thinly-padded steel. She desperately clutched the top rope on either side of the post, the only thing that was preventing her from face-planting into the canvas as her legs quaked and buckled. Knightley dipped her long leg over the middle rope at Victoria's side, her bubbly, pale derriere eating up the tiny white thong snuggly sitting over her hips as she made her way to the ring apron. Knightley climbed onto the top of the turnbuckle, towering above her sagging foe. Then, in an uncharacteristically lewd display, Keira tucked her fingers into her panties and slid them down her legs! The crowd was deafening as Knightley straddled the corner post above Justice.
Keira reached forward, cupping Victoria's chin, and pulled her head back, craning the California native's neck back until the back of her skull was resting on the top turnbuckle pad. Victoria let out a horrified cry as she stared up into Knightley's naked, slightly hairy crotch. "NO!" Justice screamed, "What are you doing?! DON'T EVEN THUGHH... MMMPHHH!" Keira muffled the devious Queen by stuffing her white thong straight inside Victoria's protesting mouth. "That should shut your filthy trap for a minute or two," snarled Knightley. Then, a sudden hoarse, mortified, muffled squeal erupted from Victoria as her blushing, humiliated features were suddenly eclipsed by the Brit's nude backside.
Victoria's thin arms and legs were wildly flailing as Keira took a seat right ontop of Victoria's face, sinking in her finishing maneuver, "The Knightmare". The dark haired Queen screamed through her thong-stuffed mouth and squirmed in an attempt to escape her foe. But, sadly for Miss Justice, the only thing she accomplished was literally burying herself even deeper between Keira's snow white, suffocating ass cheeks. "What's the matter, ya little slag? What are ya cryin' for? I thought you would be used to havin' your face stuck up your opponent's bum at this point!" Knightley quips. The Brit rode the bucking diva for a few more mortifying moments before Justice's slender frame fell relatively still before violently convulsing as she sagged toward the canvas. Her modest breasts lightly jiggled as her body lifelessly slumped, her arms hanging over the top rope. The only thing preventing her from kissing the canvas was the fact that her skull remained pinned under Keira's naked backside. Keira gave her hips one last wiggle before lifting up, allowing Victoria's sunkissed body to awkwardly fold over itself and sulk flat on her belly, her lean legs sliding out, unveiling her thigh gap. Keira remained seated on the turnbuckle as the referee counted to 10, awarding Keira with the knock out victory."
- Submission by jdo90
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