The concept was incredibly absurd, yet no one dared question the logic.

Essentially, it was a tournament in which the loser of each match would advance to the next round. It was dubbed Survival of the Weakest and was the cruel brainchild of one of those oft mentioned wealthy benefactors. The availability of near bottomless financial means combined with a plethora of free time usually brings about some of the more ludicrous ideas, whether it’s the Roman Coliseum’s bloody fights to the death or midget wrestling at a carnival. Here, the host’s primary hope and desire was to take a collection of sixteen women and put them in potentially severe circumstances.

For the winners, it was a trip to the showers and an easy payday. Unfortunately, for the losers, it meant a long and painful road. With each loss, some poor girl, already sore from her defeat, would know that she had another battle awaiting her against another increasingly desperate opponent.

The selection of the competitors was not all that difficult for the organizers. Knowing that this type of tournament would have a very particular clientele (those individuals who relish the thought of a humiliated loser being forced to continue to fight), the committee sought out women who were traditionally the victims in their matches. They sought out those combatants that were, in pro wrestling terms, the hapless jobber.

In addition to the traditional lambs, the promoters thought it would be fun to randomly select two dominant wrestlers to throw into the mix. Call it sadism, call it Darwinism or just call it good for the box office, the powers that be picked two juggernauts and let them run wild.

The Entrants:

Jennifer Love Hewitt: JLH has been a victim in the fighting realm for over a decade. Due to her naïve personality in the late 90’s, she honestly believed that she was able to hang with contemporaries such as Neve Campbell and Sarah Michelle Geller. Unfortunately for her, Love wasn’t the fitness nut that Campbell was, nor did she have the martial arts training that “Buffy” had access to. She was often trotted out there in her cutesy attire and thrashed unmercifully by bigger and meaner opponents. Her ample bosom made an inviting target, and her button nose ensured her opponent of a comfortable seat once they were victorious. Now, an older and wiser fighter, she wants to show the community that she is no longer the doe-eyed gal on the block, and that her once assaulted chest is now a very deadly weapon.

Taylor Swift: Taylor is the very definition of doe-eyed, as her young age has essentially kept her from the ring until she hit 18. Now that she’s eligible, she is looking to use this tournament as a way to send a message to the Hollywood community that she is a genuine competitor and a genuine threat. While she does have the height on some competitors, she is relatively thin. Her lack of strength combined with her lack of experience could prove to be a lethal combination that might sink her chances before she even steps in the ring.

Hayden Pannettiere: As the perennial cheerleader in television and film, Hayden had no choice but to enter the physical world of celebrity competition. By nature, cheerleaders are the alpha women who climb the social ladder with their cattiness and their physical ability. Unfortunately for Hayden, what she possesses in killer instinct she lacks in size. More often than not, she writes checks that her toned ass can’t cash. On top of that, she’s cute, which means some of the more sinister minded opponents take special joy in making her squeal in pain. Now, after a few years on the circuit, she is looking to escape the first round unharmed, because “winning” the Survival of the Weakest Tournament is a distinction she would most likely wish to avoid.

Rachel McAdams: The “mean girl” title hardly fits this sweet rom-com star. Unfortunately for McAdams, this means that she usually finds herself flat on her back looking up at the lights. Rachel has joined this Tournament, like many others, to prove that she is in fact not a victim. While this is a lofty aspiration, her weak in-ring skills have proven that she just doesn’t have what it takes to hang with the tougher competitors. With a little luck and a lot of determination, maybe when she’s in the ring with a creampuff she’ll shine.

Kaley Cuoco: The object of nerd desire across the country thanks to television, the ditsy young blonde is desperate to shake off the shackles as the dream girl for the dateless and move on to the platform as a true performer in Young Hollywood. Kaley might not have a dominant look, she does have a slight weight advantage over many opponents and has had marginal success against smaller opponents. Unfortunately, whenever she has attempted to face a bigger star, she’s found herself outclassed and more often than not undressed. An early exit in this tournament would do wonders for her fledgling reputation. On the other hand, advancing into further rounds will prove to her critics that she deserves the “jobber” title.

Megan Fox: The queen of entitlement, Megan Fox believes that she is already the heir apparent to Angelina Jolie. And while Jolie is a world renowned movie star and a feared fighter, Fox is not. She has avoided almost all challengers, choosing instead to face women significantly weaker and smaller than she is. Now that she’s in this Tournament (no doubt after they agreed to her exorbitant fee), she will have her chance to show that she does deserve the crown as the next Angeline Jolie.

Mila Kunis: Mila is the feisty brunette with the big eyes and the big mouth. Unfortunately, her petite size has often resulted in her big mouth being covered by a winner’s crotch as her big eyes look up and plead for mercy. Kunis has a never-say-die attitude, and while she might not always win (read: usually loses), her opponents at least know they’ve been in a fight.

Amanda Bynes: Cursed with the Nickelodeon brand since she was young, Bynes hasn’t been allowed to branch out into the realm of adult actresses like her contemporaries Lindsay Lohan and Anne Hathaway. Bynes has the size to be a dominant fighter, but her cheery personality and lack of true experience has always hindered her (despite learning under Jennie Garth, a woman who has had to tangle with the always deadly Shannon Doherty). And while no one expects her to shock the world with decisive wins, her height and weight advantage just might allow her to sneak out in the first round without suffering a humiliating defeat.

Jessica Simpson: The very definition of dumb blonde, Simpson has gotten used to getting the short end of the stick. Despite her Southern technique, she has often been overlooked by promoters, just like she was always overshadowed by Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera. After an embarrassing set of pictures surfaced, Jessica recommitted herself to getting back into fighting shape and giving it another go. Her farmgirl strength and misplaced determination might be enough for her to drop her daisy dukes onto some unsuspecting opponent’s features.

Olivia Wilde: Much like Megan Fox, Wilde’s sun-kissed skin oozes a raunchy sexuality that should ensure her nothing but success. However, unlike Fox’s desire to avoid competition, Wilde has openly sought out the biggest and the best. Unfortunately for her, she learned why they are considered the biggest and the best. Olivia has suffered some incredibly humiliating defeats, and after a brief absence, is returning to the ring in an effort to prove that she is more than a pretty face.

Elisha Cuthbert: When you’re the daughter of Jack Bauer, there’s a certain expectation that you’re going to be an asskicker. Cuthbert is living proof that the apple does fall far from the tree. Elisha hasn’t had much luck in the ring and in the movies, which explains her absence from both. Cuthbert was a very small sensation in the mid 00’s, but a string of disappointing losses have shattered her confidence. Desperate for work and in dire need of a fix from the fame drug, Cuthbert has taken a significant pay cut just to be part of this tournament. Hopefully, the gamble will pay off for the Canadian.

Kristen Stewart: Kristen hates the fame that “Twilight” has brought her. Or at least she appears to hate it. Like a high school girl who feigns dislike of her crush, Stewart has protested a little too much that she doesn’t want the spotlight. Her in-ring career is very similar; aside from some early matches in her career and one victory over her Twilight castmate Anna Kendrick, Stewart has avoided the ring like vampires avoid sunlight (an obvious and regrettable joke). By entering the tournament, she hopes to stop the press from their constant hounding…the hounding she “hates”.

Katherine Heigl: An Emmy winner, a box office draw and a powerhouse in the ring, Katherine Heigl is one of the two “ringers” in the tournament. Katherine’s high salary demands were gladly met because the promoters knew that her name on the marquis will draw significant interest. Her victory is all-but-certain, and with the high profile of the Tournament, she is looking to once again remind the world why she is considered one of the best. On the other hand, a fluke loss could do a lot more damage than an assured win.

Leighton Meester: One of the “it” girls, Meester’s bitchy attitude and sense of entitlement has made her a very big target for a lot of women. Leighton’s unimpressive frame is proof that the “victim” tag isn’t undeserved, though she believes that she is branded that simply because people want to see her fail. She, on the other hand, has all but guaranteed a first round victory.

Jessica Biel: Perhaps the best in the world at what she does, Biel is less of a wrestler and more of a force of nature. She’s strong, tenacious and outright mean, and as the other “ringer”, she wants to demolish her opponent in such a decisive fashion that even legitimate challengers will balk at the thought of getting in the ring with her. But, like Heigl, if she suffers a fluke loss, it will bring down her reputation as an unbeatable monster.

Rachel Bilson: Bilson hasn’t met an opponent she can’t find a way to lose to. She was tagged from the beginning of her career as a jobber, and despite facing some true flyweight opponents (Alexis Bledel, Natalie Portman), she has always found herself the loser. While she was a shoe-in to be part of this tournament, her “victory” is something she would like to avoid. She is the Vegas odds-on winner, since her best chances of actually beating an opponent lie in the fact that the other one might suffer a heart attack. A fan favorite (due to the fact that the fans love to see her get humiliated), Bilson is sure to not disappoint…at least in the first few rounds.

The Tournament was being held in a massive venue outside of Los Angeles. Tickets for the show were, obviously, on the pricy side. The bulk of the lower bowl seats were purchased by Hollywood Insiders; studio executives, producers and television programmers. Due to the nature of the event, security was heightened and all of the proper precautions were taken. If anyone was going to be harmed in that arena, it was going to take place in the ring.

Thanks to all of the hype, the promoters feared that if the wrestlers didn’t deliver that their clout in Hollywood would evaporate. To ensure that this wouldn’t happen, the organizers put each girl in her own dressing room. Their thought was that if the women were able to talk beforehand that they might make an attempt at collusion in order to prevent suffering an injury or be subjected to any humiliation. In addition, each girl was given a financial incentive package, listing out ways in which the victor could line her coffer.

First, there was the obvious victory bonus. One would think that avoiding a loss would be motivation enough, but never underestimate the greed of Hollywood actresses. Second, there was a technique bonus. In order to ensure that these wouldn’t be slap fights, each girl was instructed that the more diverse and intense the fight, the higher the reward. Finally, there was the humiliation bonus. If you were able to strip your opponent naked and force her to endure some form of humiliating punishment, your already amassed bonus would be doubled. Clearly, the promoters knew what their audience wanted to see.

Jennifer Love Hewitt v. Taylor Swift

The first match on the card was, for lack of a better term, a jobber veteran versus a jobber newcomer. Fans were anxious to see what Ms. Swift was able to do in the ring, and thanks to her complete lack of exposure, her mystique worked to her advantage. In her locker-room, Jennifer Love Hewitt was pacing back and forth. Sure, she’d competed countless times before, but with the stakes so high, she knew that she had to make a good impression. She was sick and tired of being treated as a complete victim, and a strong, fast victory could help erase that. On the other hand, since Taylor has amassed such a vast fortune, maybe she’d hired a staff and begun training.

Meanwhile, in Taylor’s locker-room, calm was the word of the day. Since she was blissfully unaware of what to expect, Ms. Swift showed the kind of even-handed composure an experienced performer would have developed over a career. She calmly sipped her water as she adjusted her wristband. Her outfit was designed exclusively for her, a blue lycra spandex two piece with pants instead of shorts, and she decided to outfit her arms with streamers to “add to the theatrics”.

The announcer welcomed the rabid audience and told them to prepare for the first match of the night. He then introduced Jennifer Love Hewitt. As she walked through the curtain, Love flashed her trademark smile. She waived to the crowd as flashbulbs captured her baby pink bikini top and matching shorts. Jen stopped short of entering the ring to shake the hands of some of the bigwigs, hoping to score some brownie points with the Hollywood elite.

Taylor came out next, her ridiculous tassels fluttering about as she twirled at the entranceway. Much like JLH, she too slapped the hands of the fans and took time to “kiss the ring” of the powerbrokers. As she climbed onto the apron, she turned once more to waive to her adoring audience. An adoring audience, mind you, that was hungry to see her get destroyed.

Jen decided that fortune favored the bold, and rather than risk making this a fair fight, she would take advantage right off the back and attack the youngster. With her back to the ring, Taylor didn’t see the forearm hurtling towards her skull, but she sure felt it. Swift was launched off the apron and came crashing down against the security railing sternum first. The unforgiving steel bar, ironically meant to keep people safe, did serious damage to her as she collided. To paraphrase the hokey saying, when bone meets steel, steel wins.

Jen didn’t waste time and she slid out of the ring to continue her onslaught. She grabbed a handful of Taylor’s flowing blonde hair (Jen had wisely tied her own locks back in a ponytail) and slammed her head against the ring. A dazed Swift, still in pain from her less-than-graceful landing, was unable to protect her million dollar face. The country superstar was nearly knocked out with the force of the blow, due in large part to the fact that her body isn’t used to taking that kind of punishment.

After repeating the move a few more times, Jen tossed Taylor back into the ring. With the smile now gone, Hewitt was free to unload on the young gal.

Taylor, meanwhile, couldn’t figure out how to make the world stop spinning. Every breath stung her bruised ribcage and her rattled brain wouldn’t let her see straight. Unable to get to a vertical base, Swift laid on the mat hoping that her senses would return to her. Jen, meanwhile, hovered over the girl, waiting to strike.

Hewitt lifted her pink boot and dangled it over the hapless gal’s body before looking for approval from the audience. After hearing a few cheers, she began to stomp on Taylor’s already injured ribs. Swift was unable to defend herself, and the normally subdued Love was now stomping away with reckless abandon. Her kicks were forceful and precise, connecting with shots to Taylor’s left ribs over and over. A large welt began to form on the offending area, and Swift was helpless to defend herself.

Tiring of the kicks, Jen decided to have some fun. She positioned herself at Swift’s feet and scooped up the girl’s ankles. She now had Taylor Swift at her mercy. Once again, Jen looked to the crowd for approval, but this time her foot was hanging above Taylor’s unprotected midsection.

After shaking the cobwebs loose, Taylor was finally able to see straight. Unfortunately, what she saw was Jen’s foot above her crotch. “Wait…please…don’t…” was the best defense Swift could come up with, but it didn’t work. Jen stomped down on Taylor’s pussy, and the poor girl shot up as if she’d been electrocuted.

Taylor’s hands began to flail about on their own, as if the flapping would numb the pain. Swift’s mouth was frozen in a look of confusion, as she found herself unable to make a sound. She then collapsed back down to the mat, her hair cascading in every direction.

Love decided to relish this moment of dominance and deliver another kick. For the second time, Jen stomped down on Taylor’s unprotected crotch. This time, instead of removing her foot, she pressed down and began to grind her heel into Swift’s vagina. The pain caused Taylor to screech in uncontrollable pain, a sign that the fighter in her had fled and all that remained was the poor, defenseless girl.

Tiring of the motion, Jen relented. It was clear that she had Taylor beat dead to rights, but she wanted the money. Love once again grabbed a handful of Taylor’s hair and pulled her to her feet. Swift’s face was flushed and her eyes were glass, and for the first time Jen noticed the tear stains on the girl’s cheeks. For an instant, Jen felt sympathy for the girl. She had, for so many years, been on the receiving end of this kind of punishment, and she felt a special kinship with her opponent.

That moment of harmony quickly passed as she buried a foot into Taylor’s stomach. She then grabbed Swift’s head and executed a textbook DDT, driving Taylor’s battered skull once more into the mat. Taylor was out cold. Jen then rolled the girl onto her back and began to play with her tassels. Hewitt then began to tug at Taylor’s top, much to the approval of the audience. She peered under the bra, taking a quick glace at Swift’s naked breasts. A smile crept across her lips as she realized that she would be the first to expose Taylor’s naked body to the world.

Jen toyed with the fans, asking them if she should in fact strip the unconscious gal. She stood up and went corner to corner, listening for which side would give the loudest cheer. That side, she decided, would bare witness to Taylor’s bare body first.

Perhaps Jen was too enamored with the fans, as she didn’t see that Swift had woken up. Her head felt three sizes larger, her ribs were beginning to bruise, and her crotch was burning. Knowing that she couldn’t beat Jen, Taylor took the only sensible action she could think of. She ran.

When Jen turned her back to Taylor to poll the crowd, Swift slid under the bottom rope. Thinking that the screams were for her, Jen continued to milk the moment. By the time she realized what had happened, Taylor was already on her way to the dressing room. Jen looked dumbfounded at the referee, who put up his hands in confusion. The referee had no choice but to count Taylor out and award the victory to Jen. Disgusted with her inability to humiliate her opponent, Love began to throw a fit in the ring. She kicked the ropes in anger, trying to plead her case to the frustrated promoters who were sitting ringside that this wasn’t her fault. Unfortunately for her, she knew that the next time they used her, they were going to ensure that she was outmatched.

Taylor locked her dressing room door and began to sob, fearful that somehow Jen was going to come find her. Was this the world she signed up for? Was she really expected to endure that much pain and potential humiliation? Worst of all, how the hell was she supposed to survive another round?

Hayden Panettiere v. Rachel McAdams

After a very tepid first match, the crowd was beginning to get frustrated. This event had promised to provide quality matches, and instead the first match delivered nothing more than a few weak kicks and an unsatisfying count-out.

With the pressure mounting on the organizers, success of the event hinged on the rest of the evening’s matches. This was why the braintrust had secured dominant stars for two matches, because if all else fails, their two matches would end with decisive finishes. In addition, after Taylor’s hasty retreat, a notification was wired to the production staff to seal the entrance ramp closed at the start of the next match. If anyone was going to attempt to flee, they better hope that they have a key.

The next match on the card certainly had generated a lot of interest. Both of the competitors were coming off of what has to be a disappointing year. Hayden’s television show “Heroes”, a one-time sensation, was now cancelled, while her first major starring role, “I Love You Beth Cooper”, tanked. Rachel’s film “Time Traveler’s Wife”, disappointed at the box office, while her movie “Sherlock Holmes” was said to have succeeded in spite of her performance. Each girl had her own reason for desiring forward momentum, but only one is going to walk out of the ring a winner.

Hayden came out first, wearing a red spandex top and, in a nod to her former role, a cheerleader skirt. Privately, the actress had no desire to don such a ridiculous outfit, but her agent and publicist hoped that the costume would garner her some positive headlines. After plastering on a fake smile, the 5’1 star greeted the fans at ringside before climbing into the ring.

Rachel McAdams came out next in a simple black two-piece with her initials monogrammed on her chest. Unlike Hayden, she wasn’t attempting to mask her disgust over the entire event. She felt that she was a “once in a generation” talent, and that her skill shouldn’t be measured in a forum such as this. The only reason she had agreed to participate was because she knew that, at 5’5, she had a fairly decent height advantage and figured that an early and decisive victory in the tournament should help move along some of her future projects.

Having seen the last match, Rachel was wise and kept her eyes on the spritely Hayden as she climbed into the ring. The referee approached her to explain the guidelines and to ensure that she understood that he and he alone would be the one to call the match over. Her ruby red lips drew tight in a sneer as she nodded that she understood.

The ref signaled for the bell and the second match of the first round was underway. Rachel and Hayden circled one another with their hands extended like talons, each girl looking for an opening to strike. Rachel took the first swing, but Hayden was able to dodge it. Rachel tried two more, but Panettiere quickly established her speed advantage by avoiding them as well. Hayden then fired back with a shot of her own, a fairly benign punch that hit Rachel’s midriff. It didn’t hurt McAdams, but it certainly sent a message.

Unbeknown to Rachel, Hayden had recently embarked on a fairly serious relationship with Heavyweight Boxing Champion Wladamir Klitschko. Wlad had taught Hayden a few techniques, including how to throw a killer uppercut. Fearing that
McAdams was aware of this, Hayden decided to hold back on throwing punches lest her skill be discovered and her opportunity for a clear shot at Rachel’s jaw would evaporate. Thankfully, Rachel had simply underestimated Hayden based on her size and neglected to do the kind of scouting necessary to learn important information on her opponent…namely the fact that she now packs one hell of a punch.

Rachel realized upon being struck with the faint blow that her advantage here was size and not speed, so she switched tactics and went for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. The shorter Hayden was game, but the four inch disadvantage that she had meant that she was working against gravity. Rachel easily muscled her back into the turnbuckle as the referee immediately went in for the clean break. Seeing an opportunity to engage in a little mental warfare, McAdams slapped Panettiere in the face. The stunned actress attempted to lunge back at Rachel, but the referee restrained her as McAdams threw her hands in the air in mock confusion as she flashed the crowd a bright smile.

“Come on pipsqueak, let’s see what you got,” Rachel taunted as she signaled for Hayden to approach. Panettiere charged her larger opponent full steam, but was cut down by a lighting fast clothesline. Perhaps McAdams had in fact been training a lot more vigorously than she let on.

The impact of Rachel’s outstretched arm sent Hayden down to the mat. Unable to brace for impact, her entire body hit the hard canvas with an audible thud. Undaunted, she shook the cobwebs away and attempted to get back up. Sadly, she was unable to see that Rachel had already launched herself off of the ropes and was hurtling towards her. Rachel connected with a second clothesline, dropping Hayden again.

Despite feeling overconfident, McAdams didn’t want to make the same mistake that Jennifer Love Hewitt made, so she immediately bent down to synch in a chinlock. Rachel slid her arm under Hayden’s chin and tightened her grip, slowly cutting off Panettiere’s air supply. Hayden immediately put her hand on Rachel’s arm, hoping to pry it off before she passed out.

To add to the pressure, Rachel positioned herself on top of Panettiere, forcing the girl to have to breathe with the added weight now pressing down on her small frame. “Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon,” Rachel taunted as she squeezed tighter.

Hayden abandoned her attempt to pry the arm away and began to flail her arms, hoping to strike something. It was at that moment that she realized she wasn’t too far from the ropes, so she mustered up as much energy as she could and attempted to slide closer to the bottom rope and to freedom. As she tried to lurch forward, Rachel’s arm momentarily slipped, and Hayden was able to break free. Knowing that she was vulnerable, Panettiere rolled out of the ring to regain her composure.

As she panted and wheezed, hoping to get the precious oxygen back into her lungs, Hayden started to rethink her strategy. Meanwhile, McAdams had rolled out of the ring and was now looming over the recovering starlet. With surprising speed, Rachel struck Hayden with a forearm to the back of the head, knocking the blonde to the thin mat on the outside of the ring. Satisfied with her action, Rachel rolled back into the ring to celebrate.

The referee hesitantly administered a ten count, knowing that two count-outs in a row would certainly be the end of his career. Hayden climbed back to her feet and looked for a way back into the ring. Unfortunately, since she had surrendered the high ground, getting back in was going to be a challenge.

Rachel was standing guard on the inside of the ring, and every time Hayden attempted to get in, her hands were almost stomped off by McAdams’s boot. Hand in, stomp. Hand in, stomp. Finally, Hayden faked sticking her hand in, and when Rachel went to drop her heel, Panettiere grabbed it and pulled McAdams down. The one-time aggressor landed with an unceremonious thump on her butt as Hayden took the opportunity to slide into the ring.

Seizing the opportunity, Hayden pounced on the downed McAdams and locked her hands around the brunette’s throat. Clearly, technical prowess had gone out the window, and the smaller Hayden was just looking to do anything to quell the aggression. Rachel’s eyes widened in panic as this match had suddenly taken a very dangerous turn. Now she was the one attempting to pry an aggressor’s hands from around her neck. “I’m going to choke you out and them I’m going to end your career,” Hayden said through clenched teeth.

Unable to pry Panettiere’s wrists away, Rachel sought another tactic. Using her fingers as her eyes, she traced the back of Hayden’s legs until she came upon the girls’ skirt. Then, in a move of both desperation and probably elation, she slipped her hand under the garment and latched onto her opponent’s panties. With all the force she could muster, the brunette yanked the underwear straight up, administering a viscerally painful wedgie.

Hayden immediately let go of her stranglehold as the offending garment invaded her most sensitive crevices. Suddenly, the aggressive Hayden was reduced to a schoolgirl as she unleashed a very unsettling squeal.

Undaunted, Rachel continued to tug as the fabric dug deeper and deeper into Hayden’s unguarded buttocks, though her deeper concern was the part of the cloth that was wedging between her labia.

McAdams pulled again with all her might until the flimsy underwear mercifully tore. Hayden’s relief suddenly turned to mortification as she realized that the only thing keeping her from being exposed was a very short skirt. Rachel shoved the girl off of her perch and massaged her aching neck as Hayden tended to her own freshly reddened area.

Panettiere gently rubbed her crotch, hoping to reduce the stinging without showing too much of her flesh to the anxious public. McAdams regained her footing and took a moment to admire the sight of the 20 year old girl stroking her tanned and toned ass. “You know, you really shouldn’t do that in public,” she taunted as she stomped down on the “Heroes” star.

Hayden attempted to shield herself from the blows as she wrapped her arm around the rope, hoping for a ref break. The referee, upon seeing her tethered to the chord, restrained McAdams. “If I can’t get a move in here, how the hell am I supposed to win?” she asked with an increasingly bitchy tone.

Hayden got back up to her feet and, now realizing that every moment she was in the ring increased her chances of being stripped nude, decided to try and go for her knockout punch as quickly as possible.

Rachel also realized that the potential for this to get overly physical was increasing, especially given the humiliating way in which she was able to escape Hayden’s choke. She knew for sure that Panettiere would be looking for revenge, and that said revenge would undoubtedly involve stripping her bare.

When the two women locked eyes, they both had an unspoken understanding that it was time to try and end this. Neither girl was used to long, drawn out fights, and the idea of a definitive win was too tempting to pass up. Hayden drew close to Rachel with a balled up fist, intending to knock the girl out cold. Rachel, meanwhile, was hoping to get close enough to drop the girl and possibly make her submit.

The focus for the blonde was unflinching as she stared at Rachel’s chin, her laser precision zeroing in on McAdams’s beauty mark. As she drew nearer, she began to remember all of the training her boyfriend had instilled in her. The one aspect he didn’t count on was her inability to counteract her height disadvantage. As soon as she was close enough, Rachel unleashed a kick to Hayden’s ribs. The move caught her by surprise, and she immediately relinquished her fist and clutched her injured side.

Seeing an opening, Rachel grabbed the stunned blonde and flung her into the ropes. As Hayden launched back at her, McAdams connected with a forearm to the face. Panettiere was once again knocked to the mat, but thankfully her modest skirt concealed her intimate region from the flashbulbs.

Not wasting any more time, Rachel dropped down next to her and wrapped her legs around Hayden’s now hurting ribs for a bodyscissor. McAdams was now using her four inch advantage to crush her opponent, both draining her of oxygen and increasing the tension on her pounding ribcage.

Hayden couldn’t believe that she was trapped again at the mercy of Rachel, and thanks to her being stuck in the middle of the ring, salvation via the ropes was no longer an option. “Agh,” she screamed as McAdams tightened her legs. Rachel was now in an optimal position as she didn’t have to exert too much energy and could inflict serious damage.

“So, why don’t you spare yourself the embarrassment and just surrender now?” Rachel coolly asked with a taunting smirk. She then extended her arm and gently brushed away Hayden’s bangs from her eyes, a move that turned Panettiere’s face from one of pain to one of anger. Happy at her response, Rachel gently patted Hayden’s cheeks, continuing to taunt her prey.

“When I get out of this…” Hayden began to threaten, but it was cut off by a tightening of Rachel’s legs. “Ugh…” Panettiere strained, as she once again tried to break free.

“When you get out of this? The only way I’m letting you out of this is if you submit or you pass out, bitch.” Rachel reached forward and quickly pinched Hayden’s right breast. “Oh, I hope it’s when you pass out, because I’m going to leave you naked in the middle of the ring…but not before I earn that bonus money.”

Hayden responded by trying to grab at Rachel’s chest, but was unable to get a firm grasp. Deciding to make the best of it, Hayden stretched forward and latched onto the material of McAdams’s top and pulled it down, exposing Rachel’s breasts to the crowd.

Horrified, Rachel readjusted her top, which provided enough distraction for Hayden to break free. The red-faced McAdams was furious and charged the wounded wrestler.

“You are going to pay for tha…” Her sentence was cut short as her lights were put out. Hayden seized her moment and delivered her patented knockout punch. Rachel’s face pointed towards the sky for a few seconds before her entire body collapsed on the ground. She was out cold before she even hit the mat.

For the first time in minutes, Hayden was smiling. As she looked down on her unconscious foe, she knew that she had won. Rachel wasn’t even stirring, a sure sign that she wasn’t going to be revived anytime soon.

“Like I said, when I get out of this, I am going to knock you the fuck out.” With that, Hayden gave a nod to the appreciative audience. The referee stood over the dozing McAdams, looking to see if there was any fight left in her. He then debated whether or not he should call the match, but was stopped by Panettiere. “Oh no, I’m not done yet.”

Hayden stood hovering above Rachel’s head, admiring her handiwork. She knelt down to brush away the stray hairs on McAdams’s forehead, and with a scoff, lightly smacked the girl’s cheeks. Hayden then reached down lower and peeled off Rachel’s monogrammed top, revealing the girl’s chest to the audience. She took the garment and bound Rachel’s wrists together. Then, deciding to really give the fans their money’s worth, she removed Rachel’s bottoms. The once modest McAdams was now bare for the world to see, and Hayden couldn’t be happier.

Now content that she had been the one to strip her opponent nude, Hayden decided to head to the back and collect her winnings. She took one final look around the arena before gazing one last time on the nude form of Rachel McAdams. It was at this point that she noticed that Rachel’s body began to stir, a sign that she was coming to. Not wanting to miss out on any of the humiliation, Hayden skipped over to her opponent and sat down on her stomach.

“You feeling okay?” she asked as she lightly shook the dazed brunette.

“Uh…uh…” McAdams moaned as she couldn’t tell the difference between the ring lights and the spots she was still seeing from the punch.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Suddenly, the bitchy cheerleader emerged as Hayden got an idea. “You know, it would be such a shame to deprive the fans of the inevitable conclusion, don’t ya think?” With that, Hayden slid forward, sitting on Rachel’s chest. As McAdams looked up, she saw the edge of the skirt tickling her nose. She also had Hayden’s pussy in full view. The sense of inevitability was apparent, but she still attempted to protest.

“No, please…” was all she was able to get out before Hayden scooted forward, sealing Rachel’s trademark lips with her womanhood. To ensure her privacy, Hayden pulled the skirt down, covering Rachel’s face in the process. Then, as if Marilyn Monroe above a steam grate, Hayden placed her hand over her mouth and let out a playful “Ooh.” She then began to rock back and forth on McAdams’s face, ensuring that all of her intimate region made contact with all of Rachel’s delicate features. Finally, after tiring of the humiliation, Hayden pressed down again, smothering Rachel with her pussy. The labored breathing of her opponent felt delightful between her thighs, but unfortunately before she could become adequately stimulated, McAdams passed out.

Content that she had sent a convincing message, the petite warrior arose from her seat atop Rachel’s face and exited the ring.

When McAdams finally came to, all of the memories came rushing back. She was suddenly very aware that she was naked, and even more aware of the fact that all of the sweat on her face wasn’t her own. Embarrassed and in pain, Rachel sprinted towards the back, completely forgetting that she was going to have to endure another round of this sadistic tournament.

Kaley Cuoco v. Megan Fox

The pressure was mounting in Kaley’s locker-room. The 25-year-old television star was pacing back and forth as she prepared herself for potentially the biggest night of her career. When the brackets were drawn up, Kaley was excited to find out that she was going to be facing an actual major star. Moments after the elation faded, she realized that she was going to have to face the potentially very dangerous Megan Fox.

Thanks to a series of well-placed rumors and a general sense of ambiguity, Megan had gained a reputation as this generation’s Angelina Jolie. Angelina’s box office potential not withstanding, her in-ring prowess was the stuff of legend. If Megan possessed one-tenth of Jolie’s sexually charged offense, she would chew up the buxom blonde and spit her out.

Kaley took one long look in the mirror, knowing full well that it might be the last time she can do that without seeing the wounds of war.

Meanwhile, in Megan’s locker-room, the mood couldn’t be more celebratory. The lecherous Fox had invited a cavalcade of well-wishers in for a pre-match party, complete with a flowing bar and other illicit items. Upon realizing that it was time to compete, Megan took one final shot of Jack Daniels, kissed the nearest partier and twirled out the door. Clearly, Fox believed that the rebel lifestyle was the key to in-ring success.

The ring announcer once again captured the attention of the excited audience as he introduced the first competitor. Kaley Cuoco came out in a white top and baby pink shorts, a decidedly conservative look but one she felt was necessary to keep herself concealed for as long as possible.

Megan Fox came out next with all the pomp and circumstance one would expect from the star. She was sporting a black leather bikini, black sunglasses, and for some reason, a purple boa. Clearly, she was going for the theatrical advantage. Megan was exuding confidence, which was odd since she was giving up two inches and about twenty pounds to her opponent. Either she had a strategy that she knew was foolproof…or she was drunk.

Megan paraded around the outside of the ring, blowing kisses to the people in the front row before grabbing one of the strangers and planting him with a real kiss. The mental war had begun.

Finally, after about a minute and a half of grandstanding, Megan climbed onto the apron. She then bent over to the ring, but not before pretending to hump the second rope. When she finally entered, the ref approached her and told her to remove her sunglasses. Megan responded by draping the boa around his neck and pulling him towards her. On the other side of the ring, Kaley didn’t even try to hide her disgust over the theatrics.

The ref signaled the two wrestlers to come to the center of the ring for instruction. As the two women approached, they locked eyes for the first time. Megan immediately grinned, thinking of all of the fun she could have with her opponent’s body. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy the things I’m going to do to you,” she purred.

“Fuck you,” Kaley replied.

“I intend to. Hope I’m not too rough for you.” Megan then slapped her own thigh as she extended her tongue.

The referee called for the bell and the match was on. Kaley looked for her opening before diving down to grab one of Megan’s legs. She figured the best strategy was surprise her and control her so that Fox wouldn’t have a chance to be the aggressor. It wasn’t a bad strategy considering she had a 20+ pound weight advantage.

Megan lost her footing and crashed to the mat. Before she could reposition, Kaley had her in a front facelock. Fox was stunned at the quickness in which she was taken down, and now she was mere inches from the mat with her neck being twisted into a pretzel. “Fuck,” she thought as she tried to maneuver out of the hold.

Kaley was impressed by her initial strike, but she had no idea where she was going to go next. Having watched the previous match, she decided to amp up the pressure so she readjusted and found herself on Megan’s back, pressing down on her opponent while altering her arms into a headlock.

Fox, meanwhile, was in an early panic. She couldn’t escape her current predicament, and was worried that she was going to lose before the match really ever got going. Deciding to abandon any guise of technical prowess, Fox reached up and grabbed a handful of Kaley’s hair. She then pulled back, hoping to unseat her opponent.

Call it instinct, call it naïveté, but Kaley’s gut reaction was to let go of her hold and immediately try to stop her hair from being pulled. Megan, meanwhile, took this opportunity to get to a vertical base, all the while retaining her grasp of Cuoco’s hair. Once upright, she used her leverage to back Kaley into the corner.

Megan released her death grip from the blonde’s scalp and delivered a well placed knee to Kaley’s soft stomach. “Oof!” she breathlessly exclaimed as Megan’s leg rammed her a second time. After a third knee lift, Megan let Kaley hang in the corner to breathe. The brunette stepped back and, after gaining a head of steam, charged full blast towards Cuoco, connecting with a bodysplash.

The impact jolted Cuoco, whose body began to fall forward. Megan caught her and thrust her back into the corner, once again slamming Kaley’s back into the turnbuckles. “No, no, no, you don’t go down until I say so.” Megan reached back and unleashed a chop across Cuoco’s chest. The white top jiggled upon impact, a sight that delighted Fox. “Well that was fun,” she said as she repeated her strike, once again ensuring impact on Kaley’s vulnerable breasts.

Kaley’s arms jolted up, attempting to shield her wounded mammaries. Diplomacy was out the window, and the realm of dirty tactics that Megan Fox prefers were now the order of the day. Kaley realized this, and if she was going to win, she was going to have to abandon any technical strategy.

Megan fired off a punch to Kaley’s stomach again before whipping Cuoco across the ring to the opposite corner. Fox is clearly enjoying her sense of control and is clearly sending a message to the critics that thought that her height and weight disadvantage meant that she couldn’t be a physical force. This plan of defying critics was right out of her proposed mentor Jolie’s playbook.

Fox looked at the hapless Cuoco in the corner and she charged again, this time connecting with a clothesline that sent Kaley careening down to the mat, her head resting on the middle turnbuckle. Megan got evil intentions as she approached Kaley. She grabbed the dazed girl’s tresses again and forced the blonde’s face into her thinly covered crotch. “Oh Kaley!” she mocked. “Stop it! Not until after the match, sweetness!”

The dazed Kaley was suddenly very aware of her predicament as she felt Megan’s leather thong pressed against her lips. “Ew…gross,” she thought as she shoved Fox away. Once free of Megan’s invading groin, Kaley wipes away any residual sweat from her lips.

Megan, meanwhile, takes this momentary distraction from Kaley as a chance to inflict more damage. She charges the turnbuckle again, but instead of smashing her pussy into Kaley’s face, it’s her knee. The thrust of the blow sends Cuoco’s head into the turnbuckle, effectively neutralizing her opponent.

Megan now drags the defenseless Cuoco to the center of the ring. Delighted at how things have gone, Megan begins to molest her foe. First, she grabs two heaping handfuls of Kaley’s breasts, squeezing the ample bounty. “Wow, these things aren’t half bad,” Megan says. She then removes Cuoco’s top, much to the delight of the audience. The part-time lesbian smiles as she sees Kaley’s nude chest. “Those look fun.”

Megan slowly begins to massage her opponent’s breasts, taking unspeakable delight in the feel of the flesh in her hands. She leans down, extends her tongue, and begins to flick Kaley’s nipple. The stimulation causes the small nubs to stiffen, but it also causes Kaley to revive faster than anticipated.

Cuoco shakes loose the cobwebs again, and is now aware that she is topless and is being molested. “What the fuck? Stop!” Kaley yelled in disgust. Megan immediately turned her gentle caress into a vice grip, squeezing hard on Cuoco’s tits. “Agh!” Kaley shrieked.

“We could have done this nicely,” Megan scolded, “but you just had to be…difficult.” Fox crushed Kaley’s boobs, the excess of which was peeking out from between the gaps in her fingers. Megan then positioned herself ontop of Kaley, hoping to keep her pinned down as she did her damage.

“Let go! Get off me!” Kaley’s protests fell on deaf ears as she attempted to pry Megan’s hands from her oft-desired breasts.

“Well, which one is it? You can’t be so indecisive. Ugh, these blondes,” she taunted as she twisted clockwise and then counterclockwise. Tears began to form in Kaley’s eyes as her pleas eventually just turned into sobs. “Oh come on, have some dignity.”

Kaley’s body could not take much more, and she began bucking back and forth, attempting to unseat Megan. The downside to this move was immediately apparent, as with every attempt, Megan would simply hold on tighter so as to not lose her balance. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kaley was able to unseat her attacker. Now finally free of Fox, Kaley rolled towards the ropes, knowing that the ref wouldn’t allow Megan to follow.

True to his job description, the referee restrained Megan as Kaley clung to the bottom rope, rolling herself in a ball as she massaged her tender breasts. Megan, meanwhile, lobbies her protest with the referee in the dignified manner one would expect. “Move the fuck out of the way, asshole!”

Finally, the ref tires of trying to hold back the surprisingly forceful woman and lets her at her fallen prey. Megan begins to reign down kicks on her opponent, forcing Cuoco to slide out of the ring and roll onto the floor, where she collapsed like a pile of laundry. Fox then paraded around the ring in self-satisfaction, a recurring theme of the night.

Kaley laid on the mat outside the ring, staring down at the light blue color. Beads of sweat were pouring off of her button nose, forming a pool underneath her. She was still breathing heavy, a result of Megan’s vicious attack. “I’ve got to pull out all the stops,” she thought, “or else I’m going to lose.” Cuoco slowly rose to her feet, just in time to take another kick to the face from the waiting Megan Fox. The stomps didn’t do too much damage, but they were enough to force Kaley to once again retreat from her attempt to enter the ring.

Learning from earlier error, Megan decided to let Kaley finally come back into the ring. As the girl slid under the bottom rope, Fox dropped an elbow into her back. The vicious blow stopped Cuoco in her tracks, leaving her face-down on the mat. Megan stood up and repeated the elbow drop, driving the tip of her bent arm into the small of the girl’s back.

Cuoco responded in kind, flopping like a fish deprived of water. She put her hand against her back, hoping to stop the pain. As she rolled and writhed, Megan grabbed her feet and dragged her to the center of the ring. Now, with Kaley’s legs hanging in the air and her ankles secured by Fox’s hands, Cuoco was at Megan’s mercy.

“I’ve grown weary of you, you wannabe,” she coldly stated before stomping down on Kaley’s stomach. “You think you’re a star?” she asked, again finishing her question with a stomp to Cuoco’s midsection. “You think anyone would mistake a chubby TV loser with a movie star like me?” This time, instead of going for the stomach, Megan stomped down on Kaley’s unprotected crotch.

The blow did unspeakable damage to Cuoco. While the kicks to the stomach knocked the wind out of her, the stomp to her womanhood broke her spirit. She was now in intense pain, and began to sob uncontrollably. “Please…stop…” Kaley begged as she was in the same position Ms. Swift found herself in earlier. At least Taylor had the good sense to flee.

“Not a chance, whore.” Fox stomped Kaley’s pussy again, causing the already Cupie Doll girl’s green eyes to expand further. Megan dropped Kaley’s legs and let the girl try to relieve the pressure.

Cuoco feverishly rubbed her crotch, trying to stop the numbing pain in the region. “It’s not fair if you have ALL the fun,” Megan teased as she straddled Kaley. Fox sat on the girl’s stomach, pinning down her arms as she faced Kaley’s toes. Then, after prying away the blonde’s hands, she looked down at Cuoco’s white bottoms. “Well, what do we have here?” Megan slowly ran her hands across the smooth cloth, sending shivers down Kaley’s spine. The kicks had weakened her significantly, but it didn’t mean that she was just going to let Fox defile her.

“Get off me!” Kaley yelled as she again tried to buck Fox off. This time, rather than latch on, Megan wisely decided to simply immobilize her opponent. She balled up her fist and slammed it down on Cuoco’s crotch. “Oh…ooohhh…” the girl yelled before dropping her head back down to the mat.

“Now, where was I?” Megan asked as she once again began to rub Cuoco’s pussy. “This is why you don’t play with the big girls. Big girls play mean.” Megan placed her hand on Kaley’s waistband, tracing the inside of the elastic with her index finger. She wanted the inevitability to sink in immediately as to what was about to happen. Kaley realized she was helpless, and any ideas at a defense were not present.

Megan slid her hand down the front of Kaley’s shorts, feeling for the first time the girl’s unprotected sex. Her fingers slowly followed the small traces of hair down to Cuoco’s warm and inviting center. Fox then slipped her index finger into Kaley’s pussy, relishing the feel of the moist and tender opening wrap around her finger. Like Jolie, Megan claimed a love of women, and the thought of claiming the fruits of her labor was incredibly exciting.

Kaley laid on her back in complete anguish as her already abused vagina was being invaded by her hated foe. Even worse, her body betrayed her mind as it began to respond to the forced fingering. Clearly, Megan knew what she was doing, and after one exploratory finger, she drove two more in to speed up the process. Cuoco felt the sexual tension build inside of her body, forcing her muscles to stiffen. “No, she can’t do this to me,” Kaley thought as her hips began to move in rhythm with the thrusts of Fox’s wrist. Cuoco looked forward and all she could see was the thong-clad tanned ass of Megan as it slowly began to grind onto Kaley’s belly. Despite everything, this was a beautiful woman pleasuring her, and since she figured she was defeated anyway, she might as well enjoy a moment of pleasure.

Megan was delighted and surprised when she realized that she had Kaley in the throes of ecstasy. Angelina Jolie, over her career, had brought numerous major stars to involuntary orgasm in the center of the ring, and now Megan was going to do the same. The self-satisfaction in accomplishing this was taking a back seat to the literal self-satisfaction she was feeling as she was beginning to ride Kaley’s stomach in rhythm with Kaley’s thrusts. As Kaley’s body moved, so did Megan’s. The sensation was driving the brunette crazy with desire, which, unlike the skilled Jolie, was proving to be a major distraction.

Kaley realized that Megan’s pumping was becoming more erratic, and the movements were less erotic and more uncomfortable. Cuoco deduced that Megan was now more focused on getting herself off than finishing of her opponent. This was Kaley’s only hope for escape, so she amped up her body movements, hoping that the friction of her flesh against Fox’s ill-conceived thong would be enough to get the girl off.

The unconventional counter-attack being launched by the blonde was, to her own surprise, working. Megan began to slowly pant as her legs felt tighter and tighter. The pressure this put on Kaley’s hands allowed her to pop her wrists free from their prisons between Fox’s ankles, and she was now able to unseat her attacker.

Megan was so distracted by her own self-induced ecstasy that she was unaware that Kaley was now free. Cuoco grabbed a shocked Fox by the shoulders and shoved her off of her perch on her stomach. “You sick fucking pervert,” she sneered as she decked the glassy-eyed brunette.

The punch knocked Megan onto her back, as the mix of denied sexual gratification and shock had left her discombobulated. Kaley rolled on top of Megan and pressed all of her weight down onto the smaller woman’s chest. “You wanted this so bad, you’re gonna get it.” Kaley then slid forward onto the surprised expression of the once-dominant Fox, smothering the girl with her abused pussy.

Megan was now the one trapped as her face was mashed into the now slick white material of Kaley’s bottoms. All she could smell was the scent of her aroused opponent, a state that she herself put the combatant in. The angry Kaley grabbed two handfuls of brown hair and smashed Megan’s face further and further into her pussy. She then began to rhythmically scrub the beautiful features of Megan Fox over her sensitive vagina, both choking out the actress while simultaneously satisfying her long-lingering desires.

Fox couldn’t escape, as the hefty weight advantage had now put her in the one position she couldn’t escape from. Her lack of oxygen was becoming more and more apparent, as her labored breathing from her own masturbatory activities had put her in a significant disadvantage. Every sense she had was overcome by Kaley’s sex; her eyes saw nothing but white, her ears heard the rustling of the fabric rubbing together, he nose clogged with the smell of desire, her face feeling every bump and grind, and ultimately, after a few minutes of the facesit, her lips tasted of the sweet byproduct of Cuoco’s orgasm.

The exhausted blonde’s body relaxed after she reached her well-deserved climax, now fully aware that she achieved a mind-bending orgasm in front of an entire arena filled with people. There was, however, one problem. Despite all of her attempts, she wasn’t able to put Megan Fox out cold. Kaley looked down at the soaked and defeated face of her opponent and decided to mercifully end the madness. She quickly switched positions, giving Megan a full view of her desirable ass. “Looks like this match is over for you, and this tournament’s over for me,” she said triumphantly as she lowered her ample backside onto Megan’s face. Then, she leaned back, placing all of her weight onto Fox’s nose and mouth, sealing off any air that might come in.

Megan’s body flailed about for a few seconds, before going slack. The last thought that passed through Fox’s mind before dozing off into smothered slumber was that she couldn’t believe she was going to have to wrestle again.

Mila Kunis v. Amanda Bynes

The next match on the card was, at least on paper, a horrible mismatch. At almost 5’10, Amanda Bynes towered over her smaller opponent by 7 inches. That alone should have guaranteed her a victory. Unfortunately for Bynes, her height advantage didn’t come with a killer instinct.

Mila knew that her height disadvantage was massive, but if she was able to surprise her opponent, she might be able to put Bynes away early. Kunis commissioned her former “That 70s Show” costar Laura Prepon and had the tall redhead train with her so that she could get used to wrestling a larger opponent. After a few days of prep, Mila felt confident about being able to beat the bigger wrestler.

Amanda Bynes came out first in a light blue bikini, looking uncomfortable as she realized just how many people were in the audience. Bynes had grown to dislike Hollywood, a town that criticized her for being too “young” and too “kid-like” in her roles. She wanted to have the kind of control over her career that respected actresses had, but unlike them, she didn’t possess the skill necessary to get what she wanted. Perhaps crushing her smaller opponent would allow her to branch out in her career.

Mila came out next in a silver bikini and a displeased look on her face. Her training had led her to despise Bynes, despite the fact that they’ve never met. Mila knew that she needed to take the larger girl down fast and beat her quickly, or else she was going to get torn apart. Prepon was merciless with Mila in her training, showing her that even momentary loss of a dominant position could end in a world of trouble.

The referee checked both girls before signaling for the bell. Mila charged the larger girl immediately, catching Bynes off guard. Kunis didn’t waste any time as she buried her foot between the larger girl’s thighs. Mila’s strategy was a popular one in this tournament; forego technical wrestling and go right for the weakest part of the opponent. It might have been crass, but it was damn sure effective.

Amanda collapsed to the mat instantly as she became the third girl in a row to suffer a low blow. Perhaps if she had spent time before the match watching the prior contests instead of complaining to her management team, she would have had such a move scouted.

Mila, shocked at how easy her initial strike was, dropped to the mat and wrapped her smaller legs around Amanda’s throat. The neck scissor, a major part of her training, was the most effective move because it would keep the bigger girl grounded and, unlike a waist scissor, make the taller woman unable to use her legs to break free. Kunis squeezed her calf muscles with as much force as she could muster, as Amanda’s eyes reddened as she struggled to break free.

Bynes was stunned at what had just transpired. How the hell did she wind up so vulnerable so quickly? Maybe this sport wasn’t for her, she thought. She tried to pry the shorter woman’s legs from around her neck, but they wouldn’t budge.

“How do you like that, you fucking giant?” Mila taunted as she pulled on Amanda’s long, flowing hair. “Thought you were going to trample me? I don’t think so!” The cocky Kunis released Amanda’s scalp, wiping the stray strands of blonde locks on the mat.

New to the world of dominance, Kunis decided to reach into the bag of tricks her opponents normally did to her. After years of competing, the normally overwhelmed Kunis had been subjected to countless acts of humiliation, each one very fresh in her memory. Fully expecting to be on the receiving end of them in this match, Mila had prepared once again for the worst. Now, however, thanks to an early cheap tactic, she was finally the one able to dish out the pain.

“You know what I absolutely hated?” Mila asked, as if Bynes was in position to respond. “I hated it when giant bimbos like you would abuse my boobs. It hurts so fucking much, and then for like a week I have to go around without a bra because of how sore they’d be. Here, let me show you.” Kunis reached down and ripped of Amanda’s bikini top, exposing two pink nipples.

Bynes, horrified at having just been stripped, doubled her efforts to break free. Unfortunately, her lack of conditioning made it very difficult to power out with constricted oxygen flow. She was trapped and now she needed to find a way out or she would be a goner.

Mila latched onto Amanda’s sensitive breasts, grabbing each nipple as if it were the eraser on a pencil. She then pulled upwards, extending the exposed titflesh upward, and along with it, Amanda’s body. “Ow! My boobies! Let go of my boobies!” Bynes screamed.

Kunis, amused at the use of the word “boobie”, ignored the pleas of the young woman and continued to pull. “Not a chance, whore. You would do the same thing to me, and so much worse.” Suddenly, it was clear to Amanda that she was the physical representation of all of the humiliation Mila Kunis had endured over her career. If this was true, it was going to be a long night for Amanda.

Mila abandoned her nipple attack, much to the relief of Ms. Bynes. Unfortunately for the blonde, Kunis had another plan. “Yeah, after they would mangle my tits,” Mila continued as she delivered a quick, hard pinch to Amanda’s areola, “they would go after my pussy. I don’t understand these sick women, ya know? I mean, they could have just beaten me and let me leave with some dignity. Like, if I wanted to,” she continued as she tightened her legs, “I could choke you out right now. You’d pass out, I’d win and we could all go home. But did those sluts ever do that to me? No. Never. And what did I ever do to them? Nothing. They just always went after my pussy. Do you think my boyfriend liked that? Not one bit. Here, lemme show you.” Mila reached down and grabbed Amanda’s flimsy bikini bottoms. “This one’s called a wedge,” the lectured as she yanked the material right up Amanda’s crotch, “because the bikini wedges between your lips.”

“Aagh!” Amanda screamed as the bottoms split her in two.

“Yeah, I know, right? It hurts so much. And after this thing is all the way up there,” she said as she yanked again, “they would just keep pulling, as if it had anywhere else to go.” Amanda reached her hands down towards her pelvis to free herself from her attire, but Mila squeezed her legs tighter and Bynes’s hands flew back up to her throat, pulling away at the vice grip. “Nu uh, you’re not allowed to touch those. That’s my wedgie, and I’ll remove it when I wanna.”

Mila smacked Amanda on her large forehead, just to once again demonstrate how in control she was. “Are you paying attention? I would hate for you to forget any of this during your next round.” Kunis once again attached her hands to Amanda’s perky breasts, this time crushing the whole orbs with her palms. “Fuck, you’ve got some nice boobs. Seriously, these things are great. I miss the feel of real tits on a girl, ya know? Most of the time when they’re being jammed in my face all I feel is silicone. But these? These are like actually legit.” Mila clawed away, sending waves of pain down Amanda’s body.

“Please stop…I’ll give! I’ll gi…” Amanda’s words were cut off as Mila pinched her nipples again. The last thing Kunis wanted was for Bynes to quit before she finished her display of dominance.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. And how are you supposed to take notes if you’re talking?” she asked as she punched Bynes in the stomach. “Jeez, that thing is pretty tight. How the hell do you get something like that and suck so much at wrestling?” Mila reached down again and tugged on Amanda’s bikini bottoms. “So the wedgie thing gets old after a while, because there’s only so much you can do to the girl. Most women would pull my panties until they broke, but I’m not that mean. I tell you what. If you really want this thing over, you can take them off yourself.”

What was supposed to be a one-sided domination match had instead turned into a one-sided domination match, but for the wrong wrestler. Amanda’s vertical base in the match lasted about 15 seconds, and after several minutes of being choked and groped, Bynes was sick and tired of the whole ordeal. She knew that Mila was looking to embarrass her, and she would rather be embarrassed and live to fight another day then try to fight back and get crushed into unconsciousness.

“Fine, I’ll take them off,” Amanda weakly replied. She reached down, pulled out the wedged bikini, and through an odd contortion, removed it entirely. Bynes was now naked in the middle of the ring, at the complete mercy of an opponent she had seven inches on.

“Holy shit, I didn’t think you were going to do that. I mean, I’ve gotten my ass kicked a ton, but I never actually stripped myself. What a pathetic loser you are.” Kunis, shocked at her ability to dominate, realized that she had no further plan. All of her training was designed to get her to the leg scissor and then just choke out her opponent and leave. Now? After what was hardly a real match and after exerting no real energy, she had her foe naked and vulnerable.

Bynes moved her hands to her crotch, attempting to shield it from the fans. In spite of everything, the young woman wanted to maintain a little dignity. Seeing this, Kunis got another idea. “Oh no, I was never allowed to do something like that. They would spread me open and do all sorts of nasty things to me. You seem like a nice girl, so I won’t violate you the way that they violated me. But if I’m going to do that, you have to do something for me.”

Mila tightened her legs again, signaling that she wanted an answer. “Ugh…fine…what do you…ugh…want me to do?”

“I want you to play with yourself, right in front of everyone. I want you to show the world that just because I’m smaller than you doesn’t mean I can’t be the dominant bitch.”

“What?” Amanda asked, horrified at the request.

“I want you to spread your tanned thighs, open that little snatch and give us a show. If you don’t, I will. And after what I did to your boobies, heh boobies, imagine what I’m going to do to your little pussy.”

Amanda processed her options, and in spite of everything she believed, she realized that she had no choice. “Fine, I’ll do it, but then please let me go.”

“Deal,” Mila said, trying desperately to hide her utter disbelief.

With tears in her eyes, the humiliated blonde spread her legs for the audience to take in. She then slid her hands down to her thighs, slowly rubbing them.

“Not enough, I want the whole thing,” Mila said, realizing that she could ask for whatever she wanted.

“Please don’t make me do this, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t make me do this.”

“I’ll make you a new deal, but just because I’m feeling generous. If you don’t want to finger yourself in front of everyone, I want you to get me off instead. I want you to voluntarily crawl on your hands and knees and lick my pussy until I cum. That’s your other option, bitch.” Amanda realized that getting herself off was the lesser of two evils, so she spread her legs again and inserted her fingers into her own vagina. Slowly, she began to slide her digits in and out, just as she’s done hundreds of times before in the privacy of her own home. Thankfully, since she was so adept at it, she was able to excite herself quickly, trying to block out everything but the task at hand.

Mila felt Amanda’s breathing change rapidly as she watched the once proud actress gratify herself in front of thousands of people. “Mmm…mmm….mmmphhhh….” Amanda moaned before finally climaxing. Her body then went slack as she attempted to catch her breath.

Kunis, a woman of her word, released the scissor hold. As she let go, she noticed how wet she herself had become. “Fuck, maybe there is something to dominating a beautiful woman. Lemme see,” she said as she straddled the defeated blonde. “Sorry, but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity,” she said as she slid the bikini bottoms to one side, exposing her own pussy. “I’m really sorry about this,” she said as she scooted forward, pressing her vagina down against Bynes’s face. Mila humped and grinded for a few seconds as she tried to get a rhythm going, not satisfied until she came upon Amanda’s nose. “Yeah,” she panted, “this…is…so…amazing.” She rocked harder and harder until she started to think about all the times she was the one being ridden. The one being sat on. The one being humiliated. Now it was someone else suffering as the subject of the dominant winner’s sexual urges. It was someone now trapped under her. That thought carried her on through her orgasm, as she bit her lip and emitted a barely audible squeak, followed by a throaty sigh.

Mila climbed off of her opponent’s face, now realizing that she had in fact smothered Amanda Bynes out. Feeling bad for the girl, she patted her again on the forehead, only to realize it was covered in her own juices. “Ew,” Mila cried as she wiped the excess off in Amanda’s hair. “Hope it was fun for you. Good luck next round, you giant loser.”

Jessica Simpson v. Olivia Wilde

It had proven to be a night of surprises thus far, with the much larger Amanda Bynes losing to her smaller opponent and Megan Fox’s shocking advancement to the next round. What else could be in store?

Olivia Wilde was in her dressing room putting on a final coat of lip balm, ensuring that her already glowing features would be even brighter. Olivia, like everyone else, was transfixed watching Megan Fox decimate Kaley Cuoco and then was floored to watch as Fox wound up on her back being smothered out. Wilde was especially unnerved because she has a similarly aggressive sexual style as Fox, and if Megan couldn’t execute it properly against a heavier blonde, could she?

That moment of self-doubt quickly faded as Olivia stared again at her reflection, this time adjusting her gold top. Unlike Megan, Olivia had actually wrestled talented opponents, and she knew how to control her…urges. While it was true that she was wrestling a heftier opponent, Olivia did have a height advantage. Combined with her diverse arsenal of moves, she was confident that she would be able to dispose of the hayseed with little incident.

Meanwhile, in Jessica Simpson’s locker-room, the buxom blonde was all smiles in her trademark hot pink bikini. The one-time tabloid joke had been conditioning herself for the match, and in doing so managed to shed a lot of her embarrassing girth. Despite being excited to compete again on a grand stage, Jessica was slightly concerned with her opponent. Olivia Wilde was a very forceful opponent, and the last thing Simpson wanted to have happen was to wind up like Amanda Bynes nude on the floor being pillaged.

Jessica wisely developed a training regimen that would enable her to take advantage of her extra pounds. Having a physical advantage in any circumstance and not using it would have been foolish, so rather than live in denial, Simpson wanted to make it work for her. Besides, she thought, if all else fails, just go for the breast smother and hold on until the ref calls for the bell.

Olivia Wilde came out first, vamping for the fans who were hungry to see the fit, tanned beauty. Wilde was wearing a gold two piece that revealed just enough skin to keep everyone happy. She waved to the bigwigs and climbed into the ring before pulling on the ropes to begin her stretching.

Jessica Simpson came out next and, true to her theatrical background, was milking it for all it’s worth. She was wearing a straw cowboy hat and daisy dukes, hoping to remind the crowd that at one point in time she was considered a successful star. Simpson’s 100-watt smile was visible from the cheap seats as she shook hands and high-fived well wishers. As she climbed into the ring, she put her hat on the ringpost and then peeled off her barely-there shorts with a look of pure innocence.

Wilde wasn’t impressed by the cheap heat, but she was slightly aroused at the sight of Miss Simpson’s bikini-clad ass. “Fine,” she thought, “if she wants to make this about T and A, then I’ll make this about T and A.”

The ref signaled for the two wrestlers to come to the center of the ring. Jessica stuck out her hand in an odd show of respect, but Wilde wasn’t going to bite. If it was a trick, she didn’t want to get caught. Worse, if it were real, she didn’t want to have any sympathy when the match was over.

Simpson politely withdrew her hand as her smile quickly evaporated. The referee called for the bell and both girls locked up in the center of the ring. Jessica was immediately taken by the size of Olivia, while Wilde realized how powerful Simpson was. Both girls strained for control, with neither one looking to budge. Finally, Jessica felt Olivia’s ankle begin to slide, so she pushed forward with all her might and back Wilde into the corner.

Relieved at her early victory, Jessica went for the clean break, but Olivia slapped her across the face. She then charged Simpson and took her down with a bulldog, grabbing Jessica’s head and driving her into the mat. Wilde quickly got to her feet and leaned against the ropes before propelling herself off to deliver a body splash. The impact on the already dazed Simpson knocked the wind out of her, and Jessica was suddenly in a bad way.

Wilde stayed right on top of Simpson, grabbing her arm for a hammerlock. Despite being perceived as a “sex wrestler”, Olivia did have a technical background, and she wanted to show the fans that she could deliver on all ends. In her mind, it was she and not Megan Fox who was the next Angelina Jolie.

Jessica swung her free arm around from side to side, hoping to break free of the hold. Her arm was being bent in a very painful manner, and the blonde let everyone know as much by shrieking.

Olivia relaxed the hammerlock and turned it into an armbar, slowly pulling Jessica up to her fee. Simpson kept her free arm on her twisted appendage, hoping to relieve some of the pressure being applied. Once upright, Olivia whipped Simpson into the ropes and connected with a clothesline across Jessica’s chest.

The bouncy blonde collided again with the mat, unaware that the impact had caused her bikini to adjust. When Olivia looked down, she noticed that a part of Jessica’s right breast was now exposed. Wilde tried to ignore the inviting target, wishing to focus on her amateur training, but the small bit of pink was very inviting.

Wilde again bounced off the ropes, this time dropping her leg across Jessica’s throat. Simpson coughed and wheezed as she grabbed her neck. As her body shook, her bikini continued to shake as well, exposing more of her areola. Wilde grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head back down to the mat before once again locking onto Simpson’s arm in an armbar.

To amplify the pain, Olivia pressed her feet against Jessica’s ribs and pressed down. She was essentially using Simpson’s own body to pull on her arm. Jessica howled in pain as she was once again helpless to stop the attack. Olivia wrenched back, relishing the screams.

Wilde leaned forward to go drop back again, but was once more transfixed by the sight of Simpson’s breast. “Fuck,” she thought, “I can’t worry about that now.” Wilde dropped back again, and yet again Jessica screeched in anguish.

Olivia abandoned the hold to refocus as she let the downed singer nurse her injured shoulder. Wilde got back to her feet and surveyed the damage before thinking about her next plan of attack.

Jessica, meanwhile, feverishly rubbed her aching arm, hoping to get the blood flowing so that she could continue. Before she knew it, she was hauled again to her feet by her blonde hair. Olivia kicked her in the stomach and stuck Jessica’s face between her legs. Simpson was now wedged in Wilde’s thighs, feeling her opponent’s muscles clamp down on her ears.

Olivia wrapped her arms around Simpson’s waist, looking to put her out with a piledriver. She looked to the fans for approval, and as she turned back to her opponent, she noticed Jessica’s bikini bottoms. Despite her better judgment, Olivia grabbed the top of the bathing suit and tugged upward, cruelly torturing her trapped foe.

“Oww!” Jessica whined as the bottoms dug into her undercarriage. Olivia then wrapped her arms around Simpson’s stomach and, in a feat of strength that even amazed herself, was able to lift Jessica off the ground.

While the strength was there to get her up, the landing was a different story. She couldn’t sustain carrying the weight of Simpson, so once she had her upright, she couldn’t fully execute the move. Olivia attempted to drop backward and drive her head into the mat, but as she fell she was struck in the head by Jessica’s flailing leg.

The move had effectively taken Simpson out, but it had taken Wilde out as well. Both girls were dazed on the mat, neither one showing any signs of getting up any time soon.

“Fuck, what happened?” Wilde thought as her ears continued to ring. She slowly sat up, rubbing her throbbing skull. She looked over and saw Jessica on all fours, the ditzy blonde also trying to shake loose the cobwebs. Olivia quickly stumbled to her feet, not wanting to miss an opportunity. She charged forward and kicked Jessica in the stomach, sending Simpson back down to the mat.

Jessica curled up in a ball as she held her gut, unsure of how to stop the constant barrage of pain being inflicted on her. Olivia once again forcefully grabbed Simpson by the hair, yanking the girl into a sitting position. The feeling of dominating the beauty was exhilarating for Wilde, but she was resigned to keep those desires in check.

Olivia locked in a Dragon Sleeper, where she tucks Jessica’s neck between her arms and pulls back on her neck. The move is highly effective because Simpson’s head and body are separated by Olivia’s arms, thus preventing her from even seeing how her body is being tortured.

Wilde had the move clamped on perfectly, which was a major boon for her since she had been testing it out for weeks. Now, in the center of the ring, she had it locked in, knowing full well that Jessica would be unable to escape. Olivia reared back, wrenching Simpson’s neck while also locking in her already injured arm. Wilde gritted her teeth with determination as she was sure that she had her opponent dead to rights. She looked down at Jessica’s struggling body, and once again was face-to-tit with Simpson’s breast.

Sensing that victory was all but assured, Olivia decided to finally give in and enjoy some spoils of victory. She let go of Jessica’s arm and snaked her own greedy hand towards Simpson’s chest. Immediately, she was taken aback by the sheer size of her natural breasts, especially relishing the feel of her nipple against the palm of her hand. Olivia immediately felt a rush, but she was determined to not let it ultimately distract her.

Meanwhile, Jessica was running through a gamut of emotions. She was in serious pain from the sleeper hold and she was furious that Wilde was currently fondling her breasts. Hoping that Wilde would make the same mistakes as Fox, Jessica gritted her teeth and let Olivia have her moment.

Wilde pinched and kneeded the flesh of Jessica’s exposed right breast, making sure that her fingers covered every inch of exposed skin. After fully exploring the right side, Olivia reached across and peeled down the left side of the useless bikini top, now exposing the full grandeur of Jessica’s chest. Wilde stared for a moment to admire the sight of the uncovered bounty before reaching over to pinch Simpson’s now-free left nipple.

Jessica’s wait-and-see approach wasn’t working, and frankly she was sick of her tits being exploited. As Wilde was enraptured with her new playthings, Jessica balled up her fists and swung upward, hoping to connect with any part of her beautiful captor.

The gable paid off as she hit Olivia in the face, followed by a second fist to the jaw. Wilde’s immediate response was to release the sleeper and cover her battered face. Jessica rolled onto her knees and prepared to pounce.

“You bitch,” Wilde yelled as she held her aching nose. Simpson leapt forward, tacking Olivia. Once on top, she pinned down Wilde’s arms over her head. “Oh shit,” Olivia thought as she realized she was in the one position she didn’t want to be in.

“Well, you wanted them so bad, so here they are,” Simpson teased as she dangled her chest above Olivia’s face. Knowing that Wilde was now trapped, Jessica decided to have a bit of fun. She swung her pendulous breasts slowly, letting them lightly slap Olivia’s cheeks. Wilde tried to bite at the exposed targets, but to no avail. “Hey, that was uncalled for.” Realizing how close her nipple almost came to being dinner, Simpson decided not to waste any more time and to administer her breast smother.

Olivia was kicking herself as she realized that she fell for the same trap as Megan Fox. Worse, she barely got to have any of the fun that Megan did. Now, she was staring up at two giant balls of inevitability as they hovered towards her face. There was no escape from the hold since Jessica had her tiny wrists pinned down, and Simpson’s sheer weight made bucking her off impossible. Resigned to her fate, Olivia decided to give one final insult. “I had you and you knew it, you fatass. Next time I get you in the ring I’m going to fucking dest…mmmphhh….”

Wilde’s words were silenced as her mouth was sealed shut by Jessica’s sweaty flesh. Simpson dropped her breasts in Olivia’s face, allowing them to form a vacuum over the beauty’s airways. Wilde was now the one flailing about, unable to catch her breath. Jessica let the smother do its work for a few moments before letting go of Olivia’s arms. With her own hands free, she cupped the back of Wilde’s head and pressed it further into her naked breasts.

Olivia was helpless, and after a few minutes more of struggling, she succumbed to the Southerner’s breasts. Wilde’s arms dropped to her side and her head slumped forward, resting on Jessica’s natural pillows. Simpson released the hold and let the sleeping Wilde drop to the mat.

The surprisingly modest wrestler retrieved her top and once again covered her secret weapons. She then reached down and ripped off Olivia’s own top, snickering as she pinched the less-well-endowed girl’s nipple. “Well no wonder you wanted mine so bad, sugar.” Not finished, Jessica grabbed hold of Wilde’s bottoms and pulled the slick briefs off of her body. The material was clinging to Olivia’s crotch thanks to a combination of sweat and arousal, so Jessica had to yank to remove the material. She pretended to sniff the clothing in mock disgust before tossing it to the fans.

As one final act of victory, Jessica placed her foot on the unconscious foe’s crotch as she posed with her arms as if she were a modern day Hulk Hogan. She then began her victory march out of the ring, watching herself on the giant jumboscreen.

While stepping out of the ring, she noticed on the monitor that Olivia was beginning to stir as the ref attempted to revive the nude loser. Simpson paused and walked back over to her opponent. Was she going to congratulate her on a hard fought match, the ref wondered. “Oh, and one more thing,” she said as she stood over the groggy Wilde, “never fuck with me again.” She then grabbed Olivia’s ankles and arched the girl upward, exposing her butt to the fans. Simpson held her like an angler would hold a prized fish, and then she reared back and slapped Wilde’s shapely ass. The humiliated Wilde squirmed in discomfort, but was unable to fight back. Jessica administered a few more shots in her impromptu post-match spanking before dropping Olivia back onto her now reddened butt.

Content that she delivered her message, Jessica strolled back up the ramp, soaking in the applause. Meanwhile, in the ring, the stunned Wilde rubbed her sore butt cheek as she swore vengeance on the next person she would get in the ring with.

Elisha Cuthbert v. Kristen Stewart

Kristen Stewart couldn’t care less about her match according to the quotes leaked by her publicist. In the clippings, she claims that the entire proposition is a farce and that her body of work should be appreciated regardless of whether or not she rolls around on the mat with other women. The quotes also paint a picture of Kristen as a woman who could easily take control over her opponents but just doesn’t care about the process. In short, everything about Kristen Stewart’s comments sounds like the work of a woman who just doesn’t give a fuck.

That Kristen Stewart didn’t show up to the arena. The Kristen Stewart in the locker-room was very much concerned with her match and focused on winning. Well, she wasn’t so much focused on winning as she was avoiding the fate that has befallen most of the other ladies.

So far that night, Kristen has seen girls stripped naked, spanked and subjected to all sorts of sexual torture. Her initial belief that this was simply theatrics for the sake of the audience had vanished entirely. What seemed like just another cog in the Hollywood machine has now morphed into a very real and very apparent nightmare. A nightmare that the notoriously self-conscious star was very upset could come true.

Elisha Cuthbert, on the other hand, was angry. Angry that she can’t seem to get anyone to return her calls. Angry that her career has been sidelined by years of bad decisions and sloppy in-ring losses. Angry that she was put in this tournament not as a ringer but as a jobber. A weakling. A loser.

The proud Canadian was sick and tired of being treated as a second-class citizen, and she knew that a strong win would do wonders for her fledgling career. To ensure victory, Cuthbert commissioned her hockey player boyfriend to teach her how to most effectively hurt her opponents. Hockey players are notorious for causing a great deal of injury without looking like they’re inflicting pain, so as to not get suspended or expelled from the sport. Those skills can be translated to off-the-ice combat, with the added bonus being that the moves aren’t common enough for there to be defenses.

Once again, the ring announcer brought out the two participants. Out first was Kristen Stewart in a conservative black bikini. She was fidgety and standoffish, not making eye contact with anyone in the crowd. As the star of a guaranteed franchise, Stewart figured she was immune from contests like this. Unfortunately, with the exception of her Mormon franchiser, most major industry bigwigs relied on events like this to determine breakout stars. With “Twilight” drawing to a merciful conclusion, if Stewart had any hope of working again, she was going to have to become proficient in this “barbaric” world.

Elisha Cuthbert came out next, juxtaposing Kristen’s black two piece with a white two piece. Elisha also chose to enter the arena sans smile, but rather than a look of malaise, she had a look of pure determination. She climbed into the ring, never for a second taking her eyes off of Stewart.

After the standard preliminary ref check, both women came to the center of the ring.

“I’m going to own you,” Elisha said without an ounce of doubt.

“Yeah…uh…whatever,” Stewart retorted. “Look, let’s just…uh…get this thing over with, alright? I mean, we don’t need to participate in this whole charade for them. We don’t need to play their game,” she reasoned as she nervously pushed back her bangs and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Yeah, that makes sense, but in all honesty,” Elisha replied as she devilishly smirked while biting her lip, “I really want to kick your ass.”

The blood quickly poured from Kristen’s already pale face. She walked nervously back to her corner, suddenly aware that if she didn’t score a quick victory that this was going to be a long, painful night.

Once both women were back in her respective corner, the ref rang the bell. Elisha walked confidently towards Stewart, exuding the sort of cocky attitude that more successful wrestlers often display. The timid brunette slowly walked out of her corner, completely unaware of what she was going to do.

Elisha and Kristen locked up near the center of the ring and the smaller Cuthbert easily muscled Kristen into the corner. The ref came over for a break, but before he arrived, Elisha jammed her thumb into Kristen’s eye. As the ref pulled the two apart, Cuthbert threw up her hands, signaling a clean break that in reality wasn’t at all clean.

The temporarily blinded Stewart rubbed her eye, hoping to regain her blurred vision. Cuthbert took this as an opportunity to strike and she charged Kristen. Elisha leaped in the air, looking to execute a corner splash, but the blinded Stewart, by pure happenstance, moved.

Elisha hit the turnbuckles with full force; her head struck the metal pole as her breasts pancaked against the top turnbuckle. The impact had Cuthbert out on her feet as she stumbled out of the corner. Kristen finally got her sight back, and unaware of what just happened to Elisha, hit her with a very weak clothesline. The faint strike wouldn’t have moved Cuthbert under normal circumstances, but in her current state, a stiff breeze would have taken her down.

Stewart now had a sense of misplaced confidence, convinced that maybe she was tough enough to do this. Unaware of what to actually do next, Kristen began to kick Elisha, which was less painful as it was annoying. The wounded Cuthbert shooed away the boots, but she knew that she needed to get back on track.

Elisha got back up to her feet, but was knocked back down after Stewart threw a surprisingly effective dropkick. Kristen’s entire training regimen was watching professional wrestling, so rather than understand the fundamentals of the sport, she grasped only the theatrics and elaborate moves.

The impact of Kristen’s boots hit squarely on Elisha’s already hurt chest, and the Canadian went down quickly. She couldn’t believe that she was getting worked over by Kristen Stewart, a thought too embarrassing to contemplate.

Meanwhile, the stunned Stewart decided to climb to the top rope, since it was one of the few things she’d seen done hundreds of time. The uncoordinated girl took several moments to actually make it to the top rope, but her nerves refused to let her release her hands to stand on the top turnbuckle. After a few moments of deep breathing, she saw that Elisha was starting to get up. Kristen figured it was now or never, so she let go of the rope and tried to stand. The brunette was vertical for about four seconds before she slipped and came crashing down, landing on the top tunbuckle with her pubic mound. The impact was astoundingly painful, and the pale starlet simply emitted a low groan.

Elisha finally got focused in time to see Stewart crotch herself as a feeling of pure joy spread across her body. Cuthbert walked over to the inconsolable Stewart, bemused by her plight. “Aww, I was hoping to be the one to cause you all that discomfort,” she said, “but I guess you went ahead and did it to yourself. Pathetic.” Elisha then climbed to the second rope to set Stewart up for a superplex. She reached around and grabbed a handful of Kristen’s bottoms, and with a massive pull she lifted the girl vertical and fell backward to execute the perfect suplex.

The impact was devastating as both women hit the canvas. Elisha experienced major discomfort in the small of her back, but it was Kristen who took the brunt of the abuse. The dark-haired beauty’s body spread as far as it could go, with her legs wide open and her arms above her head. She was lying motionless as the blow to her head had essentially knocked her out.

Elisha rolled to the ropes and used them to get herself back to her feet. She scanned the ring to find the heap of flesh and cloth that was Kristen Stewart. “I can’t believe I almost lost to her,” she thought as she gingerly stepped towards her fallen foe. “I should just put her away and be done with it.”

Cuthbert flipped her opponent onto her stomach before sitting on the girl’s lower back. Elisha took a moment to catch her breath before cupping her hands under the dreary woman’s chin. With a sigh, she pulled back, executing a perfect camel clutch. The move forced Stewart’s neck to bend upward, arching her back at an uncomfortable angle. The once nonresponsive combatant was now very much awake and very much in pain. Stewart pulled frantically at Elisha’s hands, hoping to pry them away from her jaw, but to no avail.

Elisha continued to pull the girl’s aching body into the uncomfortable contortion, relishing the sounds of pain being emitted by her trapped opponent. Cuthbert readjusted, her spread crotch brushed up against Kristen’s ass. The feeling of the friction upset Stewart, who was repulsed at the thought of Elisha pressed up against her. The contact, unintentional at first, gave Cuthbert a surprising charge. She repeated the thrust again, realizing that in addition to allowing her more opportunity to synch in the hold, it was one hell of a rush to her pubic region.

Before she knew what happened, Cuthbert was rocking back and forth faster and faster, with the constant strain on Stewart’s neck jolting her more and more. “Shit, I can’t keep doing this,” she thought, “or else I’m going to explode.” Elisha forced herself to stop her self-stimulation and instead decided to add to Kristen’s misery. The cruel blonde adjusted her hands, keeping one under Stewart’s chin while freeing her other one for mischief.

Elisha slipped her free arm under Kristen, feeling around until she came in contact with the actress’s top. Then, with a hearty tug, she pulled forward the bikini. Unfortunately for her, perspiration had soaked the black bra, causing her it to slip out of her hand. Unfortunately for Kristen, the lycra material sprang back against her body, cruelly slapping her chest. Elisha repeated the move twice more, each time pulling the top further and further, which created a more painful rubber-band effect each time. Kristen, who was not used to such punishment, was attempting to surrender but couldn’t speak due to the modified camel clutch.

Tiring of the hold, Elisha let go, allowing Kristen to once again collapse to the mat. Cuthbert, maintaining her perch on Stewart’s back, swung around to face her legs. Elisha grabbed Kristen’s ankles and, before Stewart could realize what was happening, had the girl in a Boston Crab.

Elisha rocked back, once again pressing her crotch against Kristen’s surprisingly toned ass. Stewart wailed in pain as her already injured back was once again being tortured. For the second time, she attempted to submit, but was screeching so much that she couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

Cuthbert was now in total control and she knew it. Aside from a minor initial screw-up, she had been able to execute her plan perfectly. Now, as she pulled on Stewart’s legs and scrubbed herself against Stewart’s ass, she decided it was safe to have a little fun.

Elisha released one of Kristen’s legs, turning the move into a half-crab. Then, with her free hand, she reached between Stewart’s thighs and pinched, squeezing whatever she could grab. The sudden invasion of Kristen’s crotch jolted the girl’s entire body, sending waves of pain down her already tortured spine. “Oh…ooohhh…ahhh…!” the poor girl screamed as she flailed her hands in every direction. “I quit! I quit! I quit!” she yelled.

“Not yet ref,” Elisha said as she managed to slip some fingers into Stewart’s briefs. “I think she still has some fight left in her.” Elisha locked in a crotch claw, digging her nails into Kristen’s soft pussy. Satisfied that it was enough to keep her immobile, Cuthbert released the crab hold to focus on her new source of torture.

As she maintained the claw, she rolled Stewart onto her back. The brunette’s eyes were welded shut as her face was contorted into a frozen expression of pain. Kristen tried again to pull Elisha’s hand away, but she had no strength with which to grab. The pain was far too much for her brain to fathom, and any sense of self-preservation was long gone.

“I submit! I submit!” she pleaded, but the referee wouldn’t call for the bell. Kristen grabbed him by his pant-leg and tugged, pleading with him to end the match. Cuthbert couldn’t hide her joy as she pulled and squeezed Stewart’s most intimate region. Elisha reached up with her free hand to grab onto Kristen’s left breast, figuring that she had nothing better to do. Once she was latched on to the modest tit, she began to clench her hand, torturing Stewart anew.

Kristen couldn’t escape the pain and her body couldn’t take much more abuse. “Please…please…ugh…please…” was all she could say as Cuthbert’s perverse sense of self-satisfaction was unflappable.

Elisha finally released the holds, allowing Stewart to curl up in a fetal position. Cuthbert looked at the ref and considered if she should just call it a day. She then looked down at the bawling Kristen, a smug princess reduced to a blubbering mess. “What else can I do to her?” she pondered.

Cuthbert grabbed Kristen’s leg, sliding the girl closer to her. “I don’t think it’s fair for you to get to leave with any dignity. Not after the way I kicked your ass. In fact, I want your bikini as a trophy.” The sobbing Stewart didn’t hear a word. All she knew was Elisha wasn’t done with her yet and she didn’t want to get hurt anymore. Rather than struggle, she simply let Cuthbert peel off her top and bottoms, leaving her naked in the center of the ring.

“Lay on your back, loser,” Elisha commanded. Stewart sniffled and complied, lying on the ground, staring up at Cuthbert. “I want you to kiss my foot.” The disgusted Stewart relented, so Elisha bent down and lightly brushed her hand against Kristen’s exposed pussy, reminding the girl of the damage that could be done. “I said, kiss my foot.”

Kristen grabbed Elisha’s ankle and pecked her foot before pulling back her face in horror.
“No, I said kiss it. That wasn’t a kiss.” Elisha jammed her foot into Kristen’s face, pressing her sole against Stewart’s lips. The frightened girl began kissing, hoping to end the torture. Suddenly, Elisha stabbed her foot forward, kicking Stewart in the jaw. The blow knocked Kristen out cold.

Satisfied that she had attained all her goals, Elisha stood up. She placed one foot on Kristen’s chest, sticking the girl’s exposed nipple between her toes. Elisha posed for a few moments before exiting the ring.

Kristen was revived and helped to the back. Stewart was in intense pain and, after suffering extensive humiliation, wanted no part of that ring ever again. Too bad she was going to have to compete in the next round.

Katherine Heigl v. Leighton Meester

Katherine Heigl sat impatiently in her dressing room, ready to get this thing over with. When she was offered a slot in this tournament (along with a very hefty fee), she knew it would be a short night. What she didn’t know was that she was going to be forced to compete as the co-main event for the opening round, which essentially meant that she was going to have to stay for the entire event.

Heigl had no desire to watch the rest of the card, knowing full well that there wasn’t a wrestler near her caliber aside from Jessica Biel. She just wanted to get her money, destroy some bimbo and go home to train. After all, once this nonsense was over, she had a competitive career to think about.

Kat put on her now trademark white two-piece, tied her blonde hair in a ponytail and stormed out of her room. As she was walking through the hallway, she noticed that Biel’s room was open. Heigl couldn’t resist peaking in, and was startled when she came face to face with one of her rivals.

“What the fuck do you want?” Biel asked, standing in her blue attire.

“I’m just on my way to the ring and wanted to see what one of the true losers in this tournament looked like.”

“Fuck you. You know if we ever got in the ring that I would destroy you.”

“Please Jen, we both know you’d be begging me to put you out of your misery.”

Jen and Kat were now nose to nose, neither moving an inch. “I’d love to prove to you how badly I would kick your ass, but I have to go out there and mop the floor with some jobber wannabe.”

“Yeah, well not as badly as I’m going to humiliate my jobber. I bet she quits within the first minute.”

“I bet I can make mine surrender before you make yours surrender.”

Jessica stuck out her hand. “Oh, it’s on.”

Katherine shook the outstretched appendage, gripping down hard. Jen squeezed back, and both girls were now in a contest to see who could squeeze the other one harder. Before things escalated further, a production aid signaled for Kat to come to the tunnel. Heigl and Biel both let go at the same time, neither girl taking her eyes off of the other as Kat walked away. “Get used to watching this ass,” she said, “because when we’re in the ring it’ll be the last thing you ever see.” Heigl gave a playful slap to her own butt as she sauntered away.

“We’ll see about that,” Jessica replied as she slammed her door shut.

Leighton Meester entered first, clearly without any clue of the wager that was made in the back. In fact, she had no idea who her opponent was, which was by design. Since the drawing was random, the executives decided to keep the juggernauts a secret. Meester was too disinterested to actually watch the other matches, because if she did, she would have realized that she was one of the unlucky too. Also, had she watched, she would have reconsidered her ill-conceived outfit.

The audience applauded with great excitement as they saw Leighton strut out in purple lingerie, complete with a purple thong. She thought they were applauding for her, when in fact they were thrilled to see that she was going to be mauled.

As Meester got in the ring, the ref tried very hard to keep a straight face as he checked her. Then, as if instinctual, he positioned himself between Leighton and the steps out of the ring.

The lights went out and a spotlight hit the entrance ramp. Then, a familiar piece of music hit, and Meester suddenly understood what was going on. When the curtain flew open and Katherine Heigl stepped out, every last nerve in Leighton’s body tensed up. She was completely fucked and she knew it.

Heigl stepped into the ring without even giving a glance to her opponent. As the ref checked her, she looked completely disinterested. Her goal was simple, make Meester beg for mercy in under a minute to win her bet.

The ref signaled for both women to come to the center of the ring, but Leighton wouldn’t leave her corner. She was paralyzed by fear. Heigl gave the ref a knowing look and he rang the bell.

Kat immediately charged Meester, who attempted to climb out of the ring. Her body was halfway out when Heigl latched onto her hair. Katherine then dragged the terrified girl back into the ring, ignoring her pleas for mercy. “Please, I didn’t know I was facing you. Please don’t hurt me. Please!”

Heigl grabbed Leighton by the throat, signaling that she was already going to go for her patented chokeslam. The 5’10 blonde grabbed the 5’4 weakling, hoisted her in midair by the throat and the flimsy thong, and drove her straight into the mat. The match was, essentially, over.

Leighton hit the canvas with a loud crash, her body splayed out in every direction. The sheer force of being hoisted by her panties caused them to rip, leaving her naked from the waist down. In about twelve seconds, Kat had destroyed her “opponent.” She gave a knowing wink to Jessica Biel before mouthing, “You’ll be next.”

Heigl then walked over to the helpless wrestler and sat on her chest. She then very playfully slapped Meester in the face to revive her. “Wha…huh…” was all that Leighton could muster.

“You lost. It’s over.”

A surprisingly relieved Meester couldn’t hold back a smile. “Really? That’s it?”

“Well, the match is over. You quit. I mean, you do quit, right?”

The flummoxed Leighton began nodding feverishly. “Yes, of course, I quit. I quit. I lost. I’m the loser. I quit.” She was desperate to say anything Katherine wanted so that Heigl would get off of her chest.

“Good. So the match is pretty much over.”

“Pretty much?” the dazed starlet asked.

“Well, this is assuming you’re willing to concede that you’re my bitch.”

“I’m your bitch!” she yelled, hoping that this would get Kat to leave her be.

“Oh no silly,” Katherine said as she flashed a bright smile, “it isn’t that easy.” Heigl then peeled down her bottoms, exposing her moist vagina. “It’s one thing to say that you’re my bitch. It’s another to show the world that you’re a pathetic little slut that will do whatever I want you to.”

“Wait, please don’t make me do that…” Leighton said, looking at Heigl with her doe eyes.

“Make you? Make you? Oh no, I’m not going to make you. If I wanted to, I could take your cute little nose and jam it in my pussy until my heart’s content. What I want is for you to want to service me. Do you want to service me?”

The clueless girl had no idea how to respond. “I…uh…”

“Wrong answer, loser.” Kat slid back and latched onto Leighton’s breasts, squeezing the thinly covered tits with tremendous force.

“Aah! Aah! Please stop…”

Kat reached under the flimsy top and grabbed Leighton’s pert nipples. “Please stop? You know what you have to say.”

“I…aahh….I…want to…service….you…”

Heigl continued to pinch the small pink nips, adjusting them as if they were knobs on a radio. “You want to service what?”

“Your…pu…pu…pussy.”

“Well, if you insist.” Katherine let go of Leighton’s nipples and proceeded to roll off of her stomach. Heigl then lay on the mat with her hands resting comfortably behind her head. She spread her legs, giving Leighton an unobstructed view of her task.

Meester began to sob at the thought of what she was about to endure. She started to get to her feet when Kat interrupted her. “Oh no, I want you to crawl over here. Crawl like my little filthy bitch.” Meester dropped her head as she crawled on her hands and knees towards Heigl’s crotch. The smell of arousal was unmistakable as she got closer. She looked down and saw a small patch of blonde fuzz, clearly landscaped for such an occasion. “Well, enjoy,” Kat mocked.

Leighton lowered her face and buried it in Katherine’s warm, wet pussy. She timidly stuck out her tongue, getting her first taste of her conqueror. As she started to use her tongue, Katherine’s pelvis began to shift. The harder she licked, the more deliberate the thrusts. Finally, Heigl’s animalistic instincts kicked in and she grabbed Meester’s head and jammed it into her waiting pussy. The stunned loser couldn’t breathe as her delicate features were mashed up against the exposed flesh, her magazine cover face being humped by the dominant Heigl.

After a few minutes of violent grinding, Kat exploded all over the jobber’s face. She then shoved Meester away, casting her aside like a used Kleenex. Heigl climbed to her feet, her face aglow in post-orgasmic bliss. She walked over to the sobbing Meester and stroked her slick face. “It’s okay, you weren’t the worst I’ve ever had. But if I ever see you in a locker-room again pretending to be a real wrestler, I will force you to do a lot worse and it will hurt a lot more. You understand?”

The sniffling Leighton couldn’t answer, so Heigl once again latched onto her tender breast. “I said, do you understand?”

“Yes, please, leave me alone!” Katherine smacked her once more in the face, leaving her a sobbing mess on the mat.

Jessica Biel v. Rachel Bilson

Jessica watched intently as Katherine Heigl dismantled Leighton Meester. She figured that Heigl could beat her quickly, but not that quickly. If she was going to defeat Bilson, she would need to hit her BielBomb Powerbomb as soon as the bell rang. She had her mission, and she was willing to comply.

Rachel Bilson was now fully aware that she was facing one of the juggernauts. She refused to open her dressing room door, willing to forfeit on her contract rather than be demolished. Once the organizers heard of the development, they dispatched everyone from lawyers to publicists to get her to come out. When that didn’t work, they dispensed a contractor.

After Bilson’s dressing room door was removed, two large security guards grabbed the frightened girl and dragged her to the entrance ramp. Once they heard her name called, they carried the protesting girl to the ring. Fans laughed as they saw the tiny firecracker kicking and flailing as she was being thrown into the lion’s den. When she was deposited in the ring, she tried to run, but she was restrained by the referee.

Jessica Biel entered without any grandeur. She was all business. Her icy cold stare matched her blue outfit, a stark contrast to the green bra and panties Bilson was wearing. Clearly, the overmatched brunette wasn’t given any time to put on her wrestling attire. Biel slid into the ring and told the ref to forego the formalities and just ring the bell. Fearing that Bilson would run otherwise, he quickly signaled for the match to start and got out of the way.

Unlike Meester, Bilson didn’t even make it halfway out of the ring when she was grabbed by Biel. Jessica latched onto Rachel’s head, shoved it between her legs, lifted her up and powerbombed her to the mat. The devastating BielBomb had beaten many worthy opponents, but tonight it’s victim was anything but formidable. Rachel offered no resistance as she lay unconscious on the mat. Jessica demanded that the ref then ring then bell, signaling that the match was over. Eleven seconds.

A satisfied Biel, realizing that she beat Katherine Heigl, decided to leave the demolished girl alone. “Thanks,” she scoffed as she slid out of the ring, disappointing the fans that wanted to see destruction.

The referee checked the out cold Bilson, realizing that she very well might need medical attention. It was then that he noticed a semi-conscious Leighton Meester on the outside of the ring. Apparently in all of the hubbub, no one remembered to help her to the back. The demolished girl weakly climbed into the ring, not realizing that she had missed the entire match. As she looked down at the unconscious Biel, she suddenly realized that this girl was going to be her next opponent.

Seeking to take advantage of the situation, Meester approached the unconscious Bilson. “So you’re the worthless little cunt I have to beat next round? If you think you’re going to do to me what Kat…” she paused as she was repulsed by the memory, “…Katherine Heigl made me do, you’re dead wrong.” The suddenly furious Meester began to stomp on the helpless Rachel Bilson.

“I’m going to show you that I’m not a loser,” Leigton said as she pulled the lifeless brunette to her feet. Meester threw her into the corner before watching Rachel’s body slump back down to the floor. Leighton reached behind Rachel and unclasped her bra, exposing Bilson’s tanned breasts. Meester then reached down and peeled off Bilson’s panties, leaving the bronzed girl nude.

Leighton latched onto Rachel’s nipples, releasing all of her pent-up frustration on the defenseless tits of the helpless Bilson. The force of the squeezing stirred Rachel, as she went from a state of slumber to a state of intense pain. “Aah!” she screamed as her chest was being tortured.

“Not so funny when it isn’t me, is it?” Leighton asked. Meester dragged Bilson to her feet by her nipples, a vicious and sadistic move. She then threw Bilson back into the corner. Leighton took a step back and delivered a punt right between Rachel’s thighs as a loud smack reverberated off of Bilson’s pelvis. Rachel collapsed in a heap on the floor, clutching her wounded womanhood.

Leighton grabbed a handful of Rachel’s hair and dragged her to the center of the ring. Once Bilson was lying on her back, Leighton dropped onto her stomach. “I know I don’t get to do this for real until our match, but I wanted to give you a taste of what to expect.” Meester scooted forward, dropping her already exposed pussy onto Bilson’s face. Leighton quickly began to pump away on Rachel’s pretty features, rubbing so hard that her stubble was actually scratching Bilson.

“I’m not a loser, I’m not a loser, I’m not a loser,” she repeated as she ground away on Rachel’s lips and button nose. The confused and helpless brunette had no recourse but to sit there and let Leighton fuck her face. The humiliation became too much for her to bear, and she wished that she would just be smothered out. Leighton stroked her swollen clit across Bilson’s nose as Rachel’s mouth was covered by Meester’s wet pussy. Rachel could do nothing but literally taste defeat, as mercifully Leighton came to a screaming orgasm. Once she was finished, security guards came out to break up the melee. They waited until she was done, knowing that this would make one hell of a finish for the first round of the tournament.

Taylor Swift v. Rachel McAdams

The first contest of the second round was proving to be an interesting matchup. Taylor Swift, the virginal young country star, had been defeated in the first round by Jennifer Love Hewitt, though she escaped relatively unharmed. Thanks to quick feet and lax security, Swift was able to escape through the entrance ramp before any true damage could be done to her. Hewitt, by default, was declared the winner in what many were calling an unsatisfying contest.

Rachel McAdams’s match was unsatisfying, at least if you ask Hayden Panettiere. The petite cheerleader defeated McAdams with a knockout punch, but due to Rachel not being able to stay conscious, Hayden wasn’t able to achieve the climax at the end of the match that she was hoping for. Nevertheless, unlike the Swift/Hewitt fight, McAdams was unable to escape the inevitable humiliation. When she came to, she found herself stripped nude in the center of the ring, and after watching the footage, realized that she was the victim of a cruel facesit.

In her dressing room, Taylor readied herself for her next match. First, upon learning from her earlier mistakes, she decided to abandon her showy tassels. Second, realizing that the fans were thirsty for her destruction, she was going to have to try and use her height and survival skills to get out of the match early. At this point, any fantasy that she might have had about being perceived as a threatening force was gone, so rather than try to earn some humiliation bonus, she simply wanted to get the victory and go home.

The mood in Rachel McAdams’s dressing room was very somber. The entitled young woman was stewing as she looked at herself in the mirror. All she kept seeing as she stared at her face was the sight of Hayden lowering her pussy onto Rachel’s features. Just the thought of it sickened McAdams, who refused to suffer another loss, especially to a rookie. Rachel was out for revenge, and since she couldn’t get her hands on Panettiere, she was going to have to take out all that aggression on Taylor Swift.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the first match of our second round. Introducing first, Grammy Award Winner Taylor Swift.” Swift came out to a chorus of boos, an experience she wasn’t used to. Still, her theatrical background had conditioned her to wave and smile in spite of everything, so she beamed as she walked down to the ring. She was wearing a silver top and matching shorts, a very conservative outfit by wrestling standards. Swift climbed into the ring, happy that as the first entrant, she couldn’t be jumped again.

“And her opponent, Rachel Mc…” The ring announcer was cut off as McAdams charged out of the entranceway and stormed the ring. She tackled Swift and began to reign down punches. Swift, once again the victim of a sneak attack, attempted to shield the blows, but with little success. Rachel was enraged and felt like a woman possessed as she drummed a beat into Taylor’s face and body.

The referee, who was busy reiterating instructions to ringside security to keep an eye on the flight-risk Swift, ran over to pull the feisty brunette off of her opponent. Rachel’s wild punches continued as the referee wrapped his hands around her waist. Upon feeling his arms grasping her stomach, McAdams swung her hand back, striking him in the head.

Security rushed in, and it took two of them to finally pry Rachel McAdams off of a stunned and hurt Taylor Swift. Taylor wasn’t moving, and it was clear that she was knocked out cold. The on-site medical staff came out to check on her, as McAdams was still cursing up a storm from behind the two clearly annoyed security guards.

“I’m sorry, but she cannot compete tonight,” the EMT said as he checked Swift’s pulse. “She might have a concussion. Any physical contest is absolutely impossible.” The referee nodded and went over to the screeching McAdams to let her know.

“Fuck that! She can wrestle! I barely touched her!” Rachel yelled.

“She can’t compete, doctor’s orders.”

“That’s not a doctor. It’s the fucking arena medical staff. They’re a joke. Prop up that skinny little bitch and let me finish her off.”

The referee, growing weary of the argument, put his foot down. “You’re not wrestling her. I’m calling the match as per medical professional’s instructions. Security, I’m going to need your help clearing a pathway here for a stretcher.”

As the ref conferred with the EMTs outside the ring, McAdams once again sprinted towards Swift. Rachel grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and began slamming Swift’s skull against the mat. “You fucking faker! You fucking coward! Fight me, damnit! Fight me!” The staff quickly ran back into the ring and once again restrained the brunette.

Just then, a production assistant wearing headphones ran up to the referee. The ref grabbed the house microphone. “As per instructions from the front office, Taylor Swift is out of the competition. Due to her actions, Rachel McAdams will not be declared the winner. However, she WILL be competing here tonight against a surrogate opponent.”

The stunned McAdams threw up her hands in protest. “A surrogate?” she yelled into the mic. “What surrogate?”

As the question reverberated through the arena, a spotlight hit the entrance ramp. The curtain flung open, and Rachel McAdams’s surrogate walked out.

“No. No fucking way! No!” Rachel screamed, as she saw who she was going to be facing.

The ring announcer grabbed the mic. “And her opponent, from Benoni South Africa, the heavyweight champion of the world, Charlize Theron.” The audience was stunned as the blonde bombshell slinked down the aisle, her icy glare a clear sign that she wasn’t thrilled about this situation. Charlize happened to have been in the arena as a guest of the promoters, and thanks to a last-second check, she decided to take Taylor’s spot.

Theron came down the aisle in a shimmery blue dress, further evidence that she had no intention of wrestling. Charlize then pulled the dress over her head, revealing a very simple black bra and matching thong. The ref took her dress and carefully handed it to a P.A. at ringside. McAdams, meanwhile, was frozen in fear. Her pre-match shenanigans had now put her in a position where she could get very hurt very quickly.

The ref signaled for the bell and the Amazonian champion began to approach Rachel. The terrified McAdams put up her hands, asking Charlize to wait. “Please, I…I didn’t mean for this to happen. Just…let’s forget the whole thing, alright? I’ll take the disqualification loss and I’ll wrestle in the next round. That’s fine. Please, just…”

Theron stopped and flashed a sly grin. “Please just what?”

“Don’t hurt me,” McAdams begged.

Charlize thought about the offer for a minute before staring down at Rachel’s body. She focused on McAdams’s inviting chest peeking out from her blue bikini top and then slowly traveled down her stomach to her matching blue briefs. “Oh, I won’t hurt you,” she replied. Rachel let out a sigh of relief as her tensed-up shoulders relaxed. “I’ll destroy you.” McAdams’s eyes suddenly bulged as she looked up at the olive-skinned woman. Charlize reared back and delivered a lightning fast right hand, sending Rachel flying into the corner.

McAdams stumbled forward in a daze like a car without a driver and Charlize responded in kind by dropping her with a clothesline. Rachel hit the mat hard from the impact, but before she could let what happened sink in, she was yanked back up to her feet by her hair.

While maintaining a grip on her hair, Theron stuck one hand between Rachel’s legs, cupping her pubic mound. Then, in a move of brute strength, Charlize hoisted Rachel over her head, parading the hapless brunette around the ring like a trophy. With one hand on her chest and the other buried deep between her thighs, Theron walked from corner to corner, allowing everyone in the first few rows to hear the pleas and squeaks coming from McAdams. Finally, once she tired of lugging her opponent around, she unceremoniously dropped her.

McAdams couldn’t protect herself from the fall, and she hit the mat face-first. Once again, before anything could sink in, she was peeled off the canvas. Charlize then effortlessly scooped up McAdams, draping her on her shoulder. Theron had McAdams positioned perfectly for a running powerslam, but rather than simply execute it, she decided to let the moment sink in. The dazed brunette, realizing the position she was in, began to squirm, hoping to break free. Now satisfied that she’s achieved her goal, Charlize sprinted forward and slammed the lithe woman into the canvas.

The impact alone nearly broke McAdams in half. No one in the tournament had the kind of power and skill that Charlize had, so reducing Rachel McAdams to jobber was a fairly effortless task. Rachel rolled on the mat, clutching her injured back. She didn’t know how to make the beating stop, but she was certain that it wasn’t over yet.

Theron once again hoisted the weaker girl to her feet, deciding that she was going to have a bit of fun. Since becoming champion, Charlize has had to face top competition from around the world and has been in knock-down, drag-out brawl on an almost nightly basis. Now, seeing the pathetic 5’5 girl in her grip, she realized that for the first time in a long time, she could just have her way with an opponent without any fear of reprisal.

Charlize spun McAdams around, grabbed her by her waist, hoisted her up and drove her knee between Rachel’s legs, executing a textbook atomic drop. The impact of Theron’s kneecap against McAdams’s soft crotch cause an audible “Ooh” from the crowd. Rachel sprang forward, almost as if she was bounced, and she crashed into the turnbuckle.

Rachel stayed standing in the corner as she rolled herself onto her back, leaning against the turnbuckles for support. She then began to rub her injured groin, but her efforts were futile. Charlize then approached, her frame casting a shadow on the jobber. Because that’s what McAdams was now, a jobber. She was the epitome of a loser: outsized, outclassed, defenseless and pathetic.

Charlize grabbed Rachel’s ankles and draped them over the second rope, spreading her legs wide open in the corner. Theron placed her hand on Rachel’s chin, forcing McAdams to look her in the eye. “You couldn’t have just played along, could you?” Charlize asked as a disgusted Rachel looked away. “Hey, I’m talking to you!” Theron yelled as her foot sprang up, kicking McAdams in the pussy. “Do I have your attention now?”

Rachel’s head slumped forward as the tears began to flow. She was being taken apart piece by piece, and she knew that there was nothing she could do. Charlize then delivered another punt to Rachel’s crotch. Rachel’s body began to fall, but Theron caught it and propped her back up. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy.”

“Please…” Rachel whispered, unable to actually speak. “Please…stop…”

Charlize put her hands on Rachel’s cheeks, looking into her reddened eyes. “This wasn’t my decision,” she said as she leaned in towards McAdams’s face, “but just because this wasn’t my call doesn’t mean I don’t want to do this.” Theron then pressed her lips against Rachel’s, forcing a passionate kiss onto the girl. Charlize pulled back, grabbed Rachel’s face again, and coldly stated, “If you don’t want me to smash your worthless little cunt to pieces, you’ll kiss back.” Charlize leaned in again, but Rachel refused to reciprocate. This was her moment of defiance. This was her moment to show that even though she was outmatched and outclassed that she wasn’t simply going to roll over and die.

“Fuck…you…” Rachel breathlessly replied, deciding that if she was going to get squashed, she was going to go down fighting.

“Oh I’m so glad you decided to join the fun.” Charlize reared back a third time, but as she brought her foot up, McAdams shifted, and Theron kicked the metal turnbuckle. “Fuck!” she yelled as she stumbled backwards. McAdams them scampered up to the top rope, leaping off with a double-axe-handle to Charlize’s head. The impact, combined with the bad foot, took the larger Theron down.

Stunned at the improbable turn of events, McAdams grabbed Charlize’s leg and synched in an ankle lock on the much larger champion. Theron screamed in pain as she was now aware that she might have seriously injured herself with that errant kick. Rachel squeezed and pulled, hoping to make the dominant blonde submit. “Come on,” she thought, “tap.” McAdams, for the first time all match, was feeling like an actual competitor instead of a punching bag.

Thanks to her long reach, Charlize was able to get to the ropes. Rachel didn’t care. She realized that she was already in trouble for the attack on Swift, and that there was no reason to relinquish the hold. If she did and Charlize got to her feet, then she would be beaten to a pulp. If she held on and broke Charlize’s ankle, at least the assault would stop.

Charlize, already embarrassed to be in this situation in the first place, realized she had to do something fast or else she was going to suffer an even more severe injury. The champion, showing true determination, used the ropes to pull herself up, getting to a vertical base despite having Rachel tethered to her leg. Once she was standing, she used her free leg to stomp on McAdams like a bug. Rachel finally let go of the hold, allowing Charlize to nurse her twisted ankle.

“I am going to KILL YOU!” Charlize yelled as she rubbed her leg. McAdams, now riding a wave of confidence, flashed a smile. She charged Theron and executed a perfect dropkick right to Charlize’s leg, dropping the larger woman again. Theron grabbed at her pain-stricken appendage, cursing for the ref to find a way to stop the carnage.

Rachel, realizing that this might be her only chance ever to do this to a champion, pounced on top of Theron, crashing down on her stomach. McAdams then latched on to Charlize’s bra, filling her greedy hands with Theron’s breasts. “So how much is it going to suck for you when I strip you naked and smother you out, you overrated piece of trash?”

“I am going to ki…” Charlize’s threat was cut short as the petite girl clamped down on the bra, crushing Theron’s boobs. “Aaggh!” she yelled, experiencing a mix of pain and humiliation.

“You thought you were so tough, picking on someone my size?” Rachel asked as she continued her grip. “Well now look what I’ve got!” Rachel then ripped of Theron’s top, exposing the champion’s modest chest. Charlize tried to cover herself up, knowing full well that McAdams would try to tenderize her exposed tits.

Instead, Rachel slid back a bit, pinning down Theron’s arms. “You know, I think I owe you something,” she said as she raised her knee.

“No, wait…” Charlize begged, but it was too late. McAdams drove her bent knee right into Theron’s crotch, causing the once-proud champion to let out a wail.

“See, not so fun when it happens to you.” Rachel repeated the move, once again smashing Theron’s pussy. McAdams then reached down and grabbed onto Theron’s thong, realizing that it was the only thing keeping Charlize modest. “Guess you won’t need this thing anymore,” she said as she pulled on the flimsy material. Clearly, this thong was only designed as decoration and not for combat because the cloth came apart with ease.

Charlize was now nude in the middle of the ring, at the mercy of the small woman who moments ago was preparing for a lifetime career as a jobber. Theron was furious, but she was also hurt. The damage to her ankle meant that she couldn’t stand, while the damage to her groin caused the rest of her body to throb in pain. Now, on top of everything, she was just stripped naked by a woman that doesn’t hold a candle to her. If she didn’t act fast, her reputation might never recover.

McAdams, meanwhile, came to the realization that she had the world champion naked and pinned underneath her. She looked down at Charlize’s enraged face and figured that if she made one mistake here that she was going to be spending the night in the hospital. Since fortune favored the bold, Rachel reached back and clamped down on Charlize’s exposed pussy. The move, considered by McAdams to be classless, was now all she could think of.

Theron writhed in pain as her already tender crotch was being once again tortured. The cruel McAdams twisted and pulled unmercifully, mainly due to her inexperience with the hold and her outright fear of what might happen if she let go. The nervous energy forced her to yank at a rapid pace, inadvertently causing even more pain to Charlize.

“Holy…shit…fuck…ow…fuck…get…off…ow…my…aagghhh!” was all she could yell as she tried to free her vagina. Rachel continued to claw away until one of her fingers accidentally slipped inside of Charlize. Erotic fighting was not something McAdams was comfortable with, but the sensation of her finger gliding into the inviting pussy wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Rachel continued the pressure, but “accidentally” slipped a second finger into Theron.

This was the straw that broke the camel’s back, as Charlize was now being fingered by a jobber in the middle of her own ring. The humiliation was too much for her to take, so she reached up and grabbed at the first thing she could latch onto…the back of Rachel’s briefs.

The wedgie had been applied in almost every match in round one, as it is a pedestrian hold that generally elicits a strong reaction. Normally in Charlize’s world class fights, a hold like a wedgie is only used to humiliate and embarrass a downed foe. Theron has never once wedgied an opponent in order to save her own hide, but now, against a significantly lesser wrestler, she was going to have to resort to the desperate measure.

Theron balled her hand up, wrapping it in as much of Rachel’s bottoms as possible. Then, the powerful Amazonian pulled upward, jamming the cloth between McAdam’s butt cheeks. The garment quickly invaded Rachel’s ass before cutting into the front of her as well. The pulling on her crotch was extremely painful, but Rachel would not let go. She ramped up her fingering, now inserting a third finger into Charlize. Undaunted, Theron yanked further until the waistband was actually above the back of Rachel’s top.

Neither girl would relent, as Rachel continued to clumsily pump away at Theron’s golden pussy while Charlize now started to reign down slaps to McAdams’s exposed and pale backside. It was quite a sight to behold; McAdams straddled across Charlize’s stomach with her digits thrusting in and out of the champion and Theron tugged on Rachel’s panties with one hand while spanking her with the other. What had started as an honest-to-goodness wrestling match had now devolved into the lowest form of bedroom catfighting…and the fans in the crowd didn’t seem to mind a bit.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Rachel hissed as she rubbed Charlize’s naked crotch, trying desperately to not notice the painful spanking she was enduring.

Theron, meanwhile, was also in a war with herself. Despite every conscious impulse she had, her body was slowly succumbing to the clumsy fingering she was being subjected to. If she did in fact give in, she feared that she might never be able to show her face in public again.

McAdams felt her hand get wetter and wetter, a clear sign that something she was doing was being met with success. Unfortunately, her now beat-red ass couldn’t take much more. Something was going to have to give, and in the end it was going to have to be her briefs.

Rachel withdrew her fingers from Charlize’s throbbing womanhood and tried desperately to pull her own bottoms from her crotch. Theron, now relieved that the stimulation had stopped, grabbed Rachel’s hair and threw her off of her stomach. The now embarrassed and flush Theron gamely struggled to her feet, using the ropes for support. She looked down at McAdams, who had finally removed the wedged briefs, and saw bright red.

Charlize sprung forward, tackling the small brunette. Theron now wasn’t just angry, she was horny. Charlize began to grind herself onto Rachel, smacking her steaming sex against McAdam’s briefs. “You started this, you little cunt,” she seethed, “and now you’re going to get everything that you deserve.”

Rachel was lying on her back, pinned down by the full weight of the champ. Moments ago, she was in the driver’s seat, and now she was being used as a humping post. Charlize easily pinned down her wrists as she continued to grind, enjoying the look of discomfort on Rachel’s face.

Theron kept Rachel pinned down with one hand, now wishing to show her dominance. As her hips continued to thrust, she reached down and clamped onto Rachel’s breasts. After a few seconds of expert manipulation, McAdams was now topless. Charlize pressed her naked breasts against Rachel’s, letting her already erect nipples mash against McAdams’s.

Charlize sensed that she was close to orgasm, and in an act of surprising willpower, stopped her gyration. “I’m going to save this for where it belongs,” she huffed, “right on your bitchy little face.” The champion sat up, keeping Rachel’s shoulders pinned down with her knees. Charlize grabbed McAdams by the hair again, this time forcing her face mere inches from Theron’s soaked vagina. “You thought you could beat me? You thought that you were going to cheat and make a name for yourself with me? You stupid little jobber. That’s all that you are. I want you to stick out that little loser tongue of yours and I want you to lick my winning pussy. I want you to worship my magnificent pussy, the one that you thought you could violate with your little loser fingers. I want you to humble yourself before the champion.”

Rachel realized that no matter what she did that she was going to wind up with a face full of Theron. Despite the pain of being pinned down and the feeling of Charlize’s shapely ass crushing her tits, she refused to do it. She shook her head no as she shut her eyes, trying not to look at her inevitable future.

“Oh I don’t think you’ll say no again,” Theron snorted as she slid her hand down to Rachel’s crotch.

“Oh shit,” Rachel thought, “please don’t let her do this to me.”

Charlize lightly patted McAdams’s briefs with the impact sending a charge up Rachel’s spine. “Either you lick me or I’m going to demolish your pussy the way you tried to demolish mine.” Rachel hesitated again, so Charlize slid her hand under the waistband and lightly teased McAdams’s labia. The expert fingers instantly did their job, as Rachel let out an unexpected moan. “See, it isn’t all bad,” Charlize rationalized. Theron continued to slowly trace Rachel’s crotch, her fingertips barely making contact with the quickly-aroused skin. “Now, if you don’t do what I asked, I am going to take this,” she paused as she gently slid one finger into Rachel, “and turn it into this!” With that, she amped up the pressure, violently thrusting the digit into McAdams’s sensitive nether region.

“Oh…oooh!” Rachel screeched.

“So the choice is yours.” Rachel looked up at the dominant champion, and realizing that she was beat, offered up her tongue. The look of complete humiliation drove Charlize crazy, so rather than simply accept the humbling offer, she jammed Rachel’s face into her waiting crotch. Theron then scooted forward, engulfing Rachel in her sex.

Charlize pumped and grinded over every inch of Rachel’s helpless face as the distraught McAdams whined and cried underneath. At least when Hayden smothered her, she had the decency to smother her out. The expert Theron knew how to maintain pressure without allowing Rachel to escape into unconsciousness. Rachel felt every thrust, every stroke and every bump, until the movements increased to a point where there was no escape for any part of her face. Her nose, her mouth and even her forehead was being coated by Charlize’s juices, until finally Theron exploded in a thunderous orgasm.

Theron then pressed her full weight down onto Rachel, filling up every inch of the girl’s porcelain face with her own sweat-slick body. Charlize wasn’t expecting a fight, but she certainly got one. And while she wasn’t impressed with the tactics that Rachel McAdams used, she was impressed with the girl’s courage. As she stood up, she actually had a bit of respect for Rachel.

That respect quickly faded as she felt the pain in her ankle that McAdams had caused. Charlize went over to the defeated brunette and ripped off her briefs, leaving her naked. Theron pressed her foot down on Rachel’s exposed crotch, posing with a flexed arm holding McAdam’s soaked bottoms. Victory was hers, and she could feel satisfied knowing that she robbed Rachel of every bit of her dignity, even if it came at the expense of some of her own.

Amanda Bynes v. Megan Fox

Amanda Bynes refused to show up to the arena. After her last match, where Mila Kunis forced her to suffer her most degrading defeat ever, Bynes decided that Hollywood wasn’t worth it anymore. She demanded that her agent call the promoters and tell them to take her off the card, but agent refused. He realized that crossing them would be the end of his career, and if Bynes was in fact retiring, he didn’t need to worry about maintaining her as a client.

Deciding that she was going to take matters into her own hands, Amanda called the promoters. “I’m not competing in that filth anymore. I want out.”

There was a long pause on the phone before someone responded. “I’m sorry you feel that way, but that isn’t an option. Read your contract.”

“Screw my contract. It didn’t say anything in contract about me being abused in front of thousands of people. It didn’t say anything about me consenting to being shown naked in public or engaging in those unspeakable acts. Don’t try your legal crap on me because I won’t back down.”

“Perhaps your agent didn’t explain to you the intricacies of the deal that you signed. You have already waived any and all liability claims, and further, have already posted a bond should you not show up.”

“What?” she replied, shocked at the thought that her agent lied to her, all the while not shocked at all.

“All competitors were required to post a one million dollar bond, should an occurrence like this transpire. Your agent, acting as your proxy, tendered the full sum before your first match. Should you decide to not compete according to your contract, you will be in breach and will forfeit the money. In addition, we will take rigorous legal action. Essentially, your retirement from acting will put you and your family into a life of abject poverty. Are we clear?”

A defeated Bynes slumped in her chair, pressed the phone to her ear and conceded, “Yes…we’re clear.”

Megan Fox, meanwhile, had not yet recovered from her opening round debacle against Kaley Cuoco. The frustrated Fox couldn’t believe that she had put herself into such a compromising position, choosing sexual gratification over victory. Worse off, the footage of her suffering a brutal facesit was leaked onto the Internet. More people witnessed her being facefucked than viewed her last film, “Jonah Hex”.

Not learning from her earlier mistakes, Megan decided to once again throw a pre-party in her dressing room, hoping to show that she could take all of this in stride. Unlike her last match, where the mood was playful and fun, this event was growing more intense by the minute. The jovial and fun Fox was replaced by a bitter woman, hellbent on ripping apart her opponent. Every time she even thinks about Kaley sitting on her face, she’s driven to take another drink. After about fifteen minutes of stewing and drinking, Megan decides to stand up and go to the ring.

As soon as the brunette was upright, the effects of the Jack Daniels in her system sent her right back to the chair. A few of the other guests tried to help her up, but they were quickly rebuffed. “Fuck off,” she yelled as she shoved everyone away. The inebriated woman finally got to her feet and headed for the ramp.

Meanwhile, a somber Amanda Bynes sat in her dressing room, reading over her contract for the hundredth time. She couldn’t find a single loophole, but it didn’t stop her from staring at the pages. Like the alcohol for Fox, the reading was blurring out her memories of what happened in the first round. How the hell did she get taken down by someone so much shorter than her? Worse, why did she voluntarily agree to engage in self-satisfaction rather than fight back? Amanda had worked hard to maintain a reputation as a wholesome figure, and that was all erased as she was forced to treat her body like an amusement park.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest in the second round of the Survival of the Weakest tournament is set for one fall. Allow me to introduce the first participant, Megan Fox.”

The curtain twirled for a moment before Megan stumbled out, barely able to walk in a straight line. The girl was once again wearing a black leather thong and matching bra, an outfit that proved to be her undoing in the first round. The drunken Fox slurred insults at the fans on the aisle before attempting to climb up the ring steps. The ref stepped outside to escort her, but he too was shoved aside. Finally, Megan tumbled through the ropes onto the canvas. She pulled herself up and attempted to perform a sultry dance, but most in attendance just felt sympathy for the tortured woman.

Amanda Bynes came out next, and her attire was all business. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and was wearing a red sports bra and matching shorts. Everything about the outfit said athlete as opposed to sex object, as she hoped to maintain a professional appearance to erase the images of her last match.

The ref signaled both women to the center of the ring. Bynes looked on with disdain as Megan Fox stumbled to the middle of the canvas.

“Ref, it’s clear she can’t compete. Look at her, she can barely stand. This is supposed to be a wrestling match, not some sort of drunken spectacle.”

Megan leaned her hand on the referee and, through barely open eyes, slurred, “Who…who do you…think…fucking…no…”

“Seriously, just cancel this thing. I don’t want to wrestle her like this, even if it means I get out of this tournament. This is sick and degrading and I don’t want to risk hurting her.”

“Hey, I’m gonna kick…ki…kick your fat ass…you bitch.”

“See, she can barely talk. And what the hell is she wearing?”

Megan looked down at her barely-there outfit and looked up at Bynes with a perplexed look. “What? You don’t like my clothes?” Fox asked as she put her hand on Amanda’s shoulder.

Amanda immediately shrugged it off. “Have some self-respect, would you?”

“This…this coming from the…irl…who got herself off in front of everyone? Ha. Fine, you don’t like my outfit…then…” Megan then ripped off her top, exposing her tanning-bed browned breasts. “See, no more top. Now you…” Fox reached forward, grabbing onto Amanda’s chest. Bynes shoved her away, but Megan kept coming. The ref figured this was just as good a time as any, so he rang the bell.

“Get the hell away from me,” Amanda yelled as she blocked Megan’s lusting hands.

“Come on, since when are you modest?” Megan replied as she continued her attempt to get at Amanda’s chest.

Amanda was backed into a corner, covering her bra with her hands. She started to kick at Megan’s ankles, hoping that this would drive Fox away. It didn’t.

“Fine, if you don’t wanna let me play with your tits, then what about this?” Megan reached down and grabbed a handful of Amanda’s crotch, a move so bold many doubted if even Fox would have done it sober.

Amanda’s eyes grew wide as Megan cupped her groin. Furious, Bynes chose to recant her earlier statement about wanting to hurt Fox as she pulled back and decked Megan in the jaw. The punch put Megan on her ass, but it was clear that she wasn’t feeling anything at that point.

The belligerent Mr. Fox shook her head, unsure if she was dizzy from the fist or the liquor, and got back to her feet. She took the hand that was just attached to Amanda and licked it. “Mmm…that was so good I’m gonna have to get the real thing…” Megan teased as she once again approached Amanda in the corner.

Bynes was significantly taller than Megan Fox and had both the weight and strength advantage, but she was absolutely terrified of her. Clearly whatever little inhibitions Megan possessed were out the window, and Amanda needed to do whatever it took to avoid suffering humiliation once again. As soon as Megan was in striking distance, Amanda fired off a kick to her stomach. The move knocked the wind out of Fox, dropping her to the mat in a coughing fit. Amanda then charged forward, tackling the downed starlet.

“Oh baby, I like it rough!” Megan yelled as she was now pinned under Amanda. Fox reached up and once again grabbed onto Amanda’s chest, groping at her breasts like an overanxious 17-year-old boy.

Amanda grabbed Megan’s wrists and slammed them to the mat, pinning her down. She had Fox trapped, but without the use of her own hands, how was she supposed to take advantage of her position?

Megan figured that she would take advantage of the position herself as she began to thrust her leather-thong upward, rubbing it against Amanda’s shorts. Once again, Fox’s insatiable sexual hunger was taking over, though this time she had a legitimate claim that it was the alcohol.

Bynes was horrified at what was happening underneath her, as the topless beauty between her legs was humping her. Amanda’s attempt to keep this professional had clearly gone out the window, and if she didn’t do something soon, she was going to once again be humiliated.

“Come on, join in,” Megan begged as she licked her lips. “Be my big blonde captor. Pin me down and have your way with me, you big loser.” Fox then let out a howl as she was clearly loving every second of being trapped under Bynes. Amanda had no idea what to do, because if she let go of the hold, she would surely be attacked. She realized the only option in front of her was one she promised herself that she would avoid, but she clearly had no choice. “Please fuck me…please?” Megan pleaded, loving how much this upset Amanda.

“You know what, you forced this on yourself,” Bynes said as she lowered her chest onto Megan’s face. The surprised Fox instantly ceased her extracurricular activities, now focusing entirely on what just transpired. Suddenly, everywhere Megan looked was red spandex, and she couldn’t escape. Amanda Bynes of all people had implemented a breast smother. The realization that she could be knocked out any moment sobered Megan up in a hurry. She tried to yell, but her screams were muffled.

Amanda wasn’t used to using her breasts as weapons, so the sensation of Megan’s face pressed into her cleavage felt…different. Not bad, but different. As she leaned in further, Megan’s nose slipped between her tits, pressing it against her bare flesh. The feeling of Fox’s fading breath caressing her skin was exhilarating, but it was something she was going to have to ignore if she was going to win. On top of that, the thought that she would become aroused by the feel of another woman’s touch was something she refused to even consider.

The referee bent down to check on Megan Fox, who was continuing to flail. It was now apparent that the vacuum seal that Amanda initially had was now slipping, and unknown to Bynes, Fox was starting to get more air. As Megan regained her faculties, she laid back and enjoyed the feeling of Amanda’s tits pressed against her face.

Bynes, meanwhile, believed that she had Megan bested. Figuring that she could take a victory lap, she began taunting Fox. “You thought you were so tough. You’re a joke. You’re a drunken whore, not a real actress. And you thought you were going to get your grimy little dyke hands on me? Guess you thought wrong!” Amanda yelled as she continued to press down, thinking that Megan was drifting into unconsciousness.

Deciding to play along, Megan slowed her flapping hands until they dropped down onto Amanda’s ass. Bynes was now convinced that she had successfully smothered Megan Fox out, so she started to relax her “hold”. As Amanda leaned back, she saw a nonresponsive Fox and finally smiled. She was relieved that the match was over and that maybe she was going to get out of this with some dignity.

At that moment, the slack hands of Megan Fox quickly came to life, clamping down on Bynes’s butt. Megan’s eyes few open as she used her moment of surprise to flip the stunned Amanda onto her back. Now it was Fox on top, and she instantly pinned Bynes down with her knees.

The now dominant brunette stared down at the stunned and struggling blonde. “So you thought you were going to beat me, you fucking loser? Worst of all, you thought you were going to smother me with these?” she asked as she started to tug on Amanda’s top. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on your breasts the whole match, and now there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Amanda started rocking back and forth, hoping to unseat Megan, but it was no use. Fox pulled Amanda’s top upward, allowing Bynes’s chest to tumble out. Fox salivated at the sight of Bynes’s nipples, which, unlike her spray-tanned body, were a pale pink surrounded by white skin. Despite all of Amanda’s attempts at maturity, her breasts still signaled that she was far too modest to tan topless. Modesty was a luxury that she no longer possessed.

Megan pressed her hands against Amanda’s ample breasts, slowly and deliberately fondling them. She cupped Amanda’s left tit with both hands, jutting the nipple upward. Then, she slowly leaned down until her lip was pressed against it. She flicked her tongue slightly, teasing the sensitive area. Tears began to fill in Amanda’s eyes as she was once again being subjected to sexual humiliation. Megan then opened her mouth and began to suck the nipple as her hips once again began their animalistic gyration. Fox placed a free hand on Bynes’s other breast, only this time her grip was much more forceful. Then, she bit down on Amanda’s rose-colored teat just hard enough to send a message. Bynes was helpless as her chest was being used as Megan Fox’s own personal playground.

“Please…I quit…I…please…get her off of me…” Amanda pleaded, but the ref chose to ignore her protests. Bynes had sufficiently upset management with her threats of no-showing, so they told the ref to let Megan have her way with the blonde until she was satisfied.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you,” the ref mocked as he walked to the corner. Amanda was now aware that there was nothing she could do.

“Megan…I’m sorry for what I…aah…said…but…please…you have to stop…” Bynes pleaded, her voice quivering as she delivered her impassioned soliloquy.

Fox stopped her tongue-bath on Amanda’s tit and stared at the scared girl. “Oh, I have to stop? But I don’t want to stop. Besides, you put on a show for Mila before she let you go, and I got nothing. Maybe if you do the same for me, I’ll be nice and let you leave without cumming on your face. Maybe.”

Amanda didn’t even think about her response before blurting out her agreement. She couldn’t believe that this was going to happen again, but if it was going to spare her any more pain, she was willing to do it. Megan slithered off of her body, ready to watch the show. “You are so pathetic,” Amanda thought as she berated herself, “that you let this happen to you again. I am such a loser.”

Megan spread her legs wide, preparing herself for the live show that Amanda was going to perform for her. “Alright dirty girl, let’s go.”

Amanda’s hand trembled as she slid it into her briefs, slowly stroking her pussy. She kept her head down, not wanting to look anyone in the eye.

“No, I wanna see! Take off those ugly fucking tights!” Amanda looked up at Megan, pleading with her eyes to please end the torment. Megan nodded insistently, demanding that Bynes drop trou.

As Amanda gripped her waistband, she realized that the ref wasn’t looking. If he wasn’t going to accept her submission, then technically the match was still going on. Bynes quickly formulated a plan.

“Let’s go, drop ‘em.”

Amanda slowly walked towards Megan, all the while keeping her thumbs tucked against her waistband. “Why don’t you do the honors?” the suddenly willing Bynes asked. Megan smiled, thinking that she had finally broke Amanda’s spirit. She scooted forward and grabbed onto the side of the shorts. Amanda smiled a seductive grin, “You ready?” she asked. Megan nodded vigorously, anxious to get her hands on Bynes’s pussy. “Alrght, here it comes,” Amanda said. At that instant, her foot snapped forward, kicking Megan in her spread crotch. Fox, flopped to her side as she clutched at her groin. “You dumb cunt.”

Bynes grabbed Megan and pinned her down, this time dropping all of her weight onto Fox’s bare chest. “It’s over for you, slut,” Amanda said as she slapped Megan in the face.

“You’re going to pay for that,” Megan replied as she tried to formulate her escape. Unfortunately, the blow to her crotch combined with the copious amounts of alcohol made deduction pretty difficult.

“Oh, am I?” Amanda asked as she balled up her hand and smashed it into Megan’s crotch. “I wanted to keep this a clean fight, but you had to be a giant whore bag and try to turn this into one of your little exploitation things. Well, if that’s what you want, then you got it!” Amanda yelled as her fist once again crashed into Fox’s leather thong.

Megan Fox now once again found herself trapped under a blonde that she had defeated but failed to secure the win. Once again, she was at the mercy of a lesser competitor. “Fine, finish me off,” she said, more disgusted with herself than the thought of what was about to happen.

Amanda didn’t want to risk losing the upper hand again so she quickly scooted forward, pressing her ass down onto Fox’s face. The facesit, unlike the breast smother, proved to be effective as she instantly cut off Megan’s air supply. Fox didn’t bother to squirm as she just accepted her fate. The ref bent down and saw that Megan wasn’t struggling, so he quickly called for the bell.

“What the hell?” Amanda asked. “I thought I get a chance to get some revenge.”

“Sorry, not gonna happen. Now get off of her face or I’m gonna call security.”

The petulant Bynes climbed off of Megan Fox, pulled down her top and stomped out of the ring. Megan, meanwhile, was being checked by the medical staff at ringside. She was fine physically, but this loss was reeking havoc with her mentally. “Hopefully,” she thought, “I can get this shit straight before my next match.”

Olivia Wilde v. Kristen Stewart

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, Olivia Wilde.”

Olivia came out in a zebra bikini, but that was the only thing festive about her. She was in a foul mood after her first round loss at the hands of Jessica Simpson, and she was looking to put this entire ordeal behind her. Wilde was embarrassed in round one when she was smothered out by the buxom blonde’s breasts, which thankfully wouldn’t happen in round two. Her opponent, Kristen Stewart, had a very modest chest that posed no smother threat. Regardless, Wilde wasn’t going to take anything for granted, since she saw her rival Megan Fox continue to fall from grace in the last round. Olivia climbed into the ring, never once changing her expression from its original scowl.

“And her opponent, Kristen Stewart.”

The audience turned to the ramp, but there was no Kristen. The ring announcer called her name again, but still nothing. Olivia grew impatient in the ring, yelling at whoever was in earshot that they have to find her opponent. Finally, after a few minutes of awkward silence, the curtain flung open with Kristen being escorted by security. Apparently Stewart tried to bail on the match, but the burly officers saw to it that she would make it down to the ring.

Kristen was wearing a gray two piece that was more function than style. She had heavy bags under her eyes stemming from sleepless nights. In the first round, she was subjected to severe humiliation when she was forced to kiss Elisha Cuthbert’s foot in an act of surrender. The embarrassment was too much for the notoriously prickly star who tried in vein to get out of competing. It didn’t work, so there she was.

The ref called both women to the center of the ring. Olivia stared at her obviously uncomfortable opponent, and upon realizing that this wasn’t going to be a challenge, finally flashed a smile.

The bell rang and Olivia charged Kristen, tackling her to the mat. Once down, she pinned Stewart’s arms to the canvas, essentially immobilizing her. Kristen struggled earnestly, but she was trapped. “Get off of me,” she panted in between labored breaths.

“Just shut up and listen to me,” Olivia whispered. “I don’t want this and I know you don’t want this. I want to get the fuck out of this tournament as bad or worse than you do, but since I’m better than you to begin with, I know I’m going to win. You can either play along and not get hurt or do something stupid and I will fucking end you. Understand?”

Kristen looked up and nodded as Olivia released her pin and grabbed a very light headlock. She pretended to grind down on Stewart’s head, using her acting skills to convince the audience that she was going to twist it right off. Kristen, to her credit, did a nice job pretending to sell the hold as she slapped the mat in protest.

“Alright, now what I want you to do is keep your head where it is and slowly start to stand. Can you do that?” Wilde asked as she gritted her teeth in mock anger.

“I think so,” Stewart replied as she began to rise. Once vertical, Wilde kept her headlock and backed Kristen into a corner.

“Okay, I’m going to climb the turnbuckle and pretend to punch you. Try to make it look convincing.” Olivia climbed up to the second turnbuckle, and using Kristen’s long hair to cover the blows, pretended to reign down punches on her. All the fans saw was hair going in every which direction, so they just assumed that Stewart was being bludgeoned.

Kristen stood there and thrashed her head back and forth. She got a little too into it and her face bumped into Wilde’s crotch. It didn’t hurt Olivia in the slightest, but for some reason it triggered something in Kristen. As she nodded along to the punches, her mind began to turn. “If I lose, I’m going to have to wrestle again and I could get hurt for real. I don’t want to do this again.” With that thought festering in her brain, Kristen decided to seize her opportunity. She reached her hands up, and thanks in most part to Olivia being on the ropes, was able to execute a devastating powerbomb.

Wilde came crashing down to the mat, stunned at what had just occurred and now wracked in pain. Did she slip? Did Kristen fall? Was this intentional?

Her answer came almost immediately as Stewart appeared standing over her. Kristen grabbed Olivia’s tanned legs and twisted her into a Boston Crab, the same move that Elisha had applied to Stewart in the first round. She had Olivia bent like a C, Wilde’s already hurt back being contorted against its natural position.

Olivia slammed her hands against the mat in agony as she looked for a way out. She saw the ropes weren’t terribly far away, but if she didn’t make it there soon, she was going to have to submit. Wilde used her elbows and began to slowly crawl towards freedom. Kristen felt her being dragged, but didn’t have the strength to really stop her. Before Olivia could make it to the bottom rope, Stewart let one leg go and used her free hand to fire a shot between Wilde’s legs. The low blow caused Olivia to shriek in pain. Kristen repeated the dirty tactic, once again smashing her fist into Wilde’s pubic region. The feeling of dominance was exhilarating to Kristen, who, after her first round thrashing, was elated to be the one dishing it out.

Wilde was trapped in a bad way and she knew it. Deciding to ignore the pain, Olivia made one last grab towards the bottom rope. The force of her lunge dislodged Kristen, and Wilde clutched the rope with both hands. The referee stepped in to make sure that Kristen didn’t try to attack.

Olivia rubbed her aching back and sore groin simultaneously as she shot an icy stare at Kristen. “You’re dead,” she growled as she once again tried to pounce on Stewart. Kristen saw her coming, and since she lacked any true ring skill, went with what worked. Stewart flung her leg up, kicking Olivia between her thighs. Wilde dropped to the mat again, rolling around in pain from the punt.

Kristen grabbed Wilde’s ankles and spread her legs wide. Olivia looked up at her, practically pleading with her eyes for Kristen to stop. Stewart ignored it as she dropped her knee onto Olivia’s pussy. “Like you wouldn’t do the same thing to me,” Kristen said as she once again held Olivia’s legs prostrate.

Stewart bent her knee and smashed it down again, driving her kneecap into Olivia’s womanhood. “Oh…oooh…” was all that Wilde could say as she tried to twist her body free. As Kristen stood up, Olivia managed to slink away.

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Kristen asked as she grabbed onto the back of Olivia’s bikini bottoms. Wilde grabbed onto them as well, and a tug-of-war began over Olivia’s briefs. The zebra bottoms were halfway down her ass, exposing her butt to the fans. Kristen used her free hand to swat away at the naked flesh, spanking her with reckless abandon.

Olivia gritted her teeth before deciding to abandon her bottoms. She released her hold, allowing Kristen to remove her briefs. Stewart stood to admire her new trophy, giving Wilde the momentary opening that she needed. Olivia fired her elbow backwards, catching Kristen in the midsection. The strike doubled Stewart over as she coughed for air. Olivia then turned around and balled up her own fist before driving it between Kristen’s legs. Her punch was much harder than Kristen’s, and she was confident that this was all that it would take to keep Stewart down.

Kristen was utterly devastated from the one-two attack. She rolled into a fetal ball, aware now that her momentary advantage was over. Olivia stood up and ripped off her top, deciding that if she was going to decimate Kristen, she was going to do it in the nude.

Being naked empowered Wilde, who now felt a charge of sexual energy to accompany her adrenaline. She walked over to the curled-up Stewart and rolled her onto her stomach. Once she had Kristen flat on her face, Olivia dropped all of her weight onto Stewart’s pale back. Wilde then slipped her hands forward and latched on a camel clutch, pulling back on the dazed Stewart.

Kristen screeched as her neck was thrust upward. She was in trouble and she knew it. Stewart had no escape, and all she could do was flail her hands wildly. Olivia was an expert at this hold, and she knew how to extract the most punishment from it. She smiled as she pulled back and heard a yelp from Stewart. Olivia then relented a little before pulling back again, and once again was rewarded with a squeak. As she relaxed, her naked crotch came in contact with Kristen’s naked back. The several shots she took to the area caused her body to jolt, a reminder of the anguish it went through. These little lightning-bolts reminded Olivia to pull back harder, hoping to make Stewart feel the same pain that she felt.

Tiring of the camel clutch, Olivia dropped Kristen to the match. She then grabbed a handful of Stewart’s hair and ground her face into the canvas as a way to show her dominance. She then reached down and grabbed onto Stewart’s top and began to tug. The weakened Kristen tried to struggle, but it was no use. In a matter of seconds, Olivia was able to rip off Kristen’s bra, exposing her chest to the fans. Wilde then flipped Kristen onto her back and pinned her down with her shoulders, just as she had done at the beginning of the match.

Olivia peered down to look at the topless Stewart. The contrast was now there for all the world to see; Olivia and her tanned breasts with bronzed nipples and Kristen with her milky-white tits and dull pink nipples. “It’s like comparing hamburger to steak,” Olivia teased as she ran her hands over her own breasts. She then reached down and grabbed Kristen’s. Stewart contorted her face in disgust. “What? You don’t like? You know, if I had tits like those, I would have worked harder to be a good actress.” Olivia then began to kneed the pale skin like it was dough, ensuring that every inch of Kristen’s chest was mashed and twisted. Stewart moaned in discomfort, but it was to no avail. “You might want to save some of that anguish, bitch, because I haven’t even begun to pay you back for your little cunt bust before.”

The words quickly penetrated Kristen’s brain. She knew that Olivia was going to be out for revenge, and that there was nothing she could do about it. “I surrender!” she yelled, thinking that this would be it.

The ref looked at Olivia, who nodded her head “no”. He put up his hands and let the carnage continue.

“What the fuck? I quit!” Kristen yelled again, but to no avail. Olivia then began to stand, still maintaining a death grip on Kristen’s nipples. With no choice but to comply, Kristen stood with her. Wilde then began to pull Stewart by her tits like a leash on a dog, parading her from corner to corner. Kristen was beyond humiliated and she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“Aww, I can’t believe you’re crying. Well now I feel terrible,” the nude blonde teased. “Wait, no I don’t,” she said as she unleashed a kick to Kristen’s pussy. Stewart’s body buckled, but Olivia maintained her nipple lock, which meant that as Kristen slumped, she herself was pulling her own tits. “Nuh uh, back on your feet or I’ll rip these ugly things right off.”

The weak-legged Stewart stood back up, ignoring the pain between her legs. “I’m…sorry…”

“Oh, you’re sorry. Why are you sorry? Was it because you lied to me?”

“Ye…yes,” Kristen replied as Olivia tightened her tit grip.

“Or was it because you tried to humiliate me?”

“Ye…yes…”

“Or was it because you did this?” Olivia then fired another kick into Kristen’s crotch. This one nearly knocked Stewart unconscious, and it was clear to even Olivia that she couldn’t stand anymore. Not wanting to maim her, Wilde released her nipple lock and let Kristen crash into the mat. “Well, I guess that’s it,” she said as she brushed her hands together, a sign of a job well done.

As she walked towards the ropes, she felt another twinge of discomfort in her womanhood. “No, this just doesn’t feel right,” she said to no one in particular. Wilde walked back over to the inconsolable Stewart and sat down on her tenderized chest. “So you’re sorry?” she asked.

A sobbing Stewart replied with a nod yes.

“And you quit?”

Another nod yes.

“Alright, I will leave you alone, but you have to thank me.”

“Th…thank…you…” Kristen whimpered.

“No, not by words. Words are hollow. Especially yours, you lying little bitch. I want to really see you thank me. You know, in your last match, Elisha had you kiss her foot.”

Kristen’s heart dropped. Was she really going to have to kiss another woman’s foot?

“Nah, that just doesn’t do it for me. I know, you should apologize to my pussy.”

“What?” Kristen yelled, instantly realizing that she should have just kept her mouth shut.

“I said you should apologize to my pussy. After all, you were really mean to it.” Olivia scooted forward, her crotch mere inches from Kristen’s face. “Apologize.”

The humiliated Stewart stared at Olivia’s vagina and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“There you go again with words. What did I tell you? I want you to kiss it and make it feel better.” A wicked smile came across Olivia’s lips as even she was amazed at how brilliant this idea was.

Kristen felt tears again well up in her eyes, but seeing no alternative, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Olivia’s sex. The warm, wet pussy was then slid forward, until Kristen’s entire mouth was covered. Wilde then slid forward, dropping all of her weight onto Stewart’s head. “You thought you were going to get off that easily? Fuck no. Now you’re going to get me off, slut.”

Olivia began to slowly undulate on top of Kristen’s face, grinding herself against the porcelain features of Stewart. The ref called for the bell, signifying Wilde as the winner. “Not…yet…not…yet…” she moaned as she was inching closer and closer to her goal. Just then, an irate, nude and still inebriated Megan Fox came running into the ring, brushing past security. She grabbed the near-ecstatic Olivia by the hair and threw her to the mat. Megan thought that if she and Olivia were both in the next round that she could somehow spin her loss as part of some sort of rigged tournament. But now that Wilde had won, Megan was going to be considered her lesser.

Megan slammed Olivia’s head against the mat, cursing her with every word she could think of. The dazed Wilde, frustrated at her coitus-interruptus, tried to unseat Fox. The two naked and tanned women began rolling around on the mat, each one with hands latched in the other’s hair.

Kristen had no idea what was going on, and with her face slick from Olivia’s juices, decided to get the hell out of Dodge.

Security ran in, prying the two women away from one another, much to the anger of the fans. Normally, they would have let them fight, but a post-match war like this would go against the promoter’s insurance. Megan and Olivia were still swiping at each other despite being restrained, each woman swearing revenge on the other.

Rachel Bilson v. Leighton Meester

The final match of the first round was between two undeniable jobbers, Rachel Bilson and Leighton Meeser. In the first rounds, each girl was pitted against the so-called juggernaut opponents, Katherine Heigl and Jessica Biel. Both Biel and Heigl were hired to be big draws for the event, as the audience was hoping to see each girl decimate their respective foe. Unfortunately for the audience, Biel and Heigl made a bet in the back, with each girl wagering that she could beat her opponent in a shorter amount of time. This ultimately led to two blink-and-you’ll-miss-it matches, with Heigl chokeslamming Meester and Biel powerbombing Bilson before the echo of the bell had faded.

In the end, Kat was the loser of the bet by a few seconds. The enraged Heigl took out her frustration on her dressing room, destroying a vanity mirror with a plasma television. Biel was equally upset when she found out that her decision to not go for the humiliation bonus cost her a significant paycheck. She too let her displeasure be known in the form of public destruction, but instead of her dressing room, she decimated the catering table. Ultimately, the promoter was so furious with both women for not delivering quality matches and for causing massive repair bills that he docked them their full pay for the night.

Leighton Meester was furious. First, she was roped into this stupid tournament. Second, was put in the ring with Katherine Heigl. Third, after the match was over, she was utterly humiliated and used as a sexual plaything and no one came to save her. Fourth, no one remembered to come out and help her to the back after her match. At least at the end of the night she was able to get some semblance of revenge when she took advantage of a weakened Rachel Bilson and successfully implemented a facesit. This of course upset…

Rachel Bilson, who couldn’t believe that she was assaulted in the middle of the ring after her match and that no one came to her aid. She was promised that this was going to be a safe environment, and after her sanctioned match that she signed up for was finished, she was jumped and smothered out by Leighton Meester. Rachel, through her attorney, demanded that there be fines levied and that security measures be taken. Rachel was not going to let that happen to her in her real match.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final match of the second round. Introducing first, Leighton Meester.” Meester came through the curtain, but instead of her theatrical show from round one, she was much more subdued. Sure, her hair was still professionally done and she was wearing a specially designed custom made pink bikini, but to her this was understated.

“And her opponent, Rachel Bilson.” Bilson came out in a white top and black shorts, hoping that if she dressed like a fighter that she would actually become a fighter. It was akin to putting on a cape and hoping you could fly. Rachel slid into the ring and immediately charged Leighton.

The startled Meester leaped out of the ring as the referee restrained the surprisingly aggressive Bilson. “You wanna pull that crap and I’ll disqualify you, ya hear me?” the ref shouted. “Not go to your corner and wait for the bell.”

Rachel paced back and forth in her corner like a caged lioness, waiting to strike. Leighton, on the other side of the ring, was trying to calm her nerves by reminding herself that Rachel Bilson is not a true threat and that she herself is one. The ref rang the bell and Bilson once again sprinted across the ring and Meester. Leighton stuck her torso between the ropes, once again prompting the ref to restrain Rachel. “Get her back, ref, get her back.” As the ref held back the irate Bilson, Leighton kissed her hand and playfully slapped her own ass. “Don’t worry, it’ll be on you soon enough…even though you don’t deserve something as nice as my perfect backside.”

Rachel calmed herself enough for the ref to let her go, and once again she lunged at Leighton. Meester managed to get herself out of the ring, but Bilson grabbed hold of her hair. With no other choice, Leighton allowed Rachel to pull her back into the ring. Bilson maintained her grip on Meester’s hair with one hand and used her free palm to start smacking Leighton’s face. The swats didn’t have much impact, but they were enough to startle Meester.

“You stupid whore-slap-thought-slap-you-slap-were-slap-gonna-slap-get-slap-away-slap-with-slap-sitting-slap-on-slap-my-face?!” Rachel yelled.

Meester swung her foot forward, kicking Rachel in the shin. Bilson maintained her hair pulling as Meester continued her shin kicking. The crowd became restless, as it was clear that neither of these women could engage in any fighting above common catfights.

The referee looked nervously as the two women were now rolling around on the floor, each girl tugging at the other one’s hair. “Jobbers,” he huffed as he watched the ‘action’.

Rachel and Leighton were cursing up a storm as each girl yanked and pulled at the other’s tresses. Neither woman could get an advantage, but the constant rolling drowned out the chorus of boos emanating from the crowd.

After a few more rolls back and forth, the girls were both tangled in the ropes. The ref called for them to break the “holds”, but neither woman would relent. “Keep it up and I’ll have to disqualify both of you,” he said, not even sure if it was a valid threat. Neither girl was showing any signs of relenting, so the ref was faced with a quagmire. He could either let them continue this pathetic display of girlie wrestling and risk turning the crowd into a riot, or he could disqualify them both in direct violation of his orders and possibly get fired.

The ref looked to the back, hoping that someone was going to come down and tell him what actions he should take. Just then, the curtain flung open, and out walked a vision of pure destruction. Dressed in a white thong and matching bra was Katherine Heigl, and she looked pissed. Following behind her in black was Jessica Biel, also wearing a scowl. Neither woman was fond of the other, but it was clear that they had a common purpose.

Heigl and Biel climbed into the ring before giving a nod to the referee. He took this as an opportunity to flee the ring, and did just that. “I don’t like you and you don’t like me, but it’s because of these useless little jobbers that we didn’t get our money. I think we go earn our money back,” Jessica said.

Katherine nodded in agreement. “Which one do you want?”

“Doesn’t matter. Let’s just go fuck them up.”

With that, the two powerhouses approached the blissfully ignorant girls who were still rolling around on the mat. Katherine reached down and grabbed onto Rachel Bilson, while Jessica Biel pounced on top of Leighton Meester.

Heigl grabbed Bilson by the throat, and it looked like she was going to execute a chokeslam. “You little losers are in for the longest night of your lives,” she hissed as she leaned in and kissed the terrified Bilson. “But if you think I’m going to go easy on you because you beg, you’re horribly mistaken. Oh, and I do hope you beg.” With that, Heigl hoisted Bilson up in the air and drove her to the mat with a thunderous chokeslam. Like Meester in the first round, Bilson was out upon impact.

Biel, meanwhile, had a squirming Leighton Meester pinned underneath her. “You thought you could just slide in there and take what wasn’t yours? You thought that you deserved that?” Biel asked, her icy cold delivery terrifying Meester.

“No…I…I just…I….” was all Leighton could say as she feverishly shook her head from side to side.

“You just thought that you could steal from me. You stole my humiliation. You didn’t beat her, I did. No one does that and gets away with it.” She then climbed off of Leighton and yanked the girl to her feet by her hair. Unlike Bilson, however, this pull was forceful. Jessica looked over at the lifeless body of Rachel Bilson and decided to give her contribution. She kicked Leighton in the stomach, doubling her over. Then, like countless women before, she jammed Meester’s head between her legs. Once she had Leighton in position for the powerbomb, she decided to wait. She wanted Meester to think about what was about to happen to her. Jessica rested her elbows on Leighton’s back, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. She then reached down to the trapped girl’s bikini bottoms and decided to have a little fun.

Jessica grabbed a handful of the pink designer briefs and signaled to the crowd, looking for their approval. The eager audience roared with excitement, anxious to see the haughty Meester humiliated again. With a nod of agreement, Jessica pulled back, giving the “Gossip Girl” star a vicious wedgie. The force of the pull actually lifted Leigton’s legs off of the ground as the weaker girl screeched in pain. Jessica then wrapped her arms around Meester’s waist and hoisted her upward, setting her up for the powerbomb.

With Leigton’s thighs pressed against her ears, Jessica once again hooked her hands in Meester’s bottoms. The dazed and defenseless girl’s eyes bugged out as she was paraded around the ring while sitting on Jessica’s shoulders. Then, Biel hoisted her by the bottoms and executed a Biel Bomb. Leighton’s body bounced off of the mat like a stone skipping across a pond until it came to a rest near Rachel’s.

Satisfied, Biel and Heigl both looked at each other with a “What next?” glance. Katherine stepped towards Leighton and peeled her body off of the mat. She wrapped her hand around Meester’s neck, signaling that she was going to chokeslam her. Sensing what was going on, Biel grabbed the semi-conscious Bilson and jammed the brunette’s head between her legs. It was clear now that this was a dueling banjos situation, as each girl was looking to one-up the other one.

Kat hoisted the lifeless body of Meester up as Jessica flipped the limp frame of Bilson up, and both girls now simultaneously paraded their jobbers around the ring to the applause of the crowd. Finally, each girl decided to execute, so Heigl chokeslammed Meester and Biel powerbombed Bilson. The overpowered ladies collapsed again on the mat, neither one showing any signs of a fight.

“Well, what do you wanna do to them next?” Katherine asked.

“I don’t know but I know whatever I do is going to fuck them up way worse than you.”

“Oh, is that another challenge?”

“Well since I beat you in the last one, I don’t think I have anything to worry about.” Heigl and Biel were now nose to nose, and the audience was anxious for this powder keg to explode.

The tension was broken when Rachel Bilson began to stir. “Hmm,” Kat scoffed, “I guess your little powerbomb isn’t as good as my chokeslam.” Heigl then walked over to Rachel and lightly kicked her with her foot, rolling her on her back. Biel then approached Meester, who was still motionless.

“You just keep fucking up my day, you know that?” Jessica said as she grabbed Leighton’s cheeks. She slapped Meester in the face a few times, hoping to revive her. After about six or seven smacks, Leighton started to stir. “You awake? Good. Now you’re in big trouble.”

On the other side of the ring, Katherine laid down next to Rachel, toying with the girl. “Hey!” she yelled as she shook Bilson’s arm. “Wake up. You’re in a fight, remember? If you don’t do something…snicker…Leighton’s gonna kick your cute little ass.” Rachel’s eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing the larger blonde lying next to her, became very frightened. Her instant reaction was to try and slide away, but Kat saw to it that she wasn’t going anywhere by grabbing her wrist. “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet. Don’t tell Jessica because she’ll take away all of my fun, but I kinda have a little thing for you. I mean, you’re so cute and so pathetic, that the thought of having my way with your body kinda makes me tingle. I know, I know, I shouldn’t say stuff like that because I’m supposed to be a serious competitor, but I won’t tell if you won’t.” Katherine then snaked her long legs around Rachels’ waist, synching in a leg scissor.

Jessica heard Bilson bellow in pain and immediately saw the leg scissor. Biel then yanked Meester to her feet before tossing the near lifeless girl over her shoulder. “Hey Heigl, watch this,” she yelled as she propped Meester on the top rope. With the dazed Leighton sitting on the turnbuckle, Biel climbed to the second rope. She then flipped one of Meester’s arms over her shoulder, and it was clear that she was going for a superplex. Katherine looked on in amusement as she playfully crushed Bilson between her thighs.

Once in position, Biel hoisted Meester over her head, with Leighton’s body and Jessica’s body forming a perfect vertical line. Then, thanks in part to gravity, both girls came crashing down to the mat in a picture perfect suplex.

“I just don’t get it,” Kat said to a trapped Rachel, “Why the hell would she do that when she could have actual fun? I mean, I know she’s a great wrestler, but you guys aren’t opponents. You’re like toy dolls. Here, see,” Heigl said as she reached over and latched onto Bilson’s breast. “If you were an actual wrestler, there’s no way I could just grab your tit like that. I mean, real wrestlers have self respect and fight back. But you, you’re just a tiny package of fun. Right?” Katherine then clamped down, her large hand engulfing the smaller woman’s breast.

Jessica climbed to her feet and adjusted her thong, which had inadvertently ridden up even higher on impact. She looked over at Katherine fondling Rachel and shook her head in disapproval. “Is that all you want to do?” she asked.

“Yeah, kinda,” Heigl replied before acting surprised at discovering that Rachel had another boob she could mash. “Ooh, let’s see what this one can do.”

“Then why the hell’d you let me go and bust my ass with the suplex? Fucking cunt.” Jessica then knelt down next to the body of Leighton Meester, rolling her onto her back. Meester was a sight to see; her hair was disheveled, her cheeks stained from tears, her bright pink bikini bringing more attention to her defenseless body. “You want to know why I didn’t sit on that little midget’s face in the first round?” she asked, not even sure if Leighton was awake. “Because your kind just doesn’t do it for me. I like a battle. I like a war. I like to know that when I claim my prize at the end of a match that it’s at the expense of an actual opponent worth my time. I could have someone like you any time I want. But it’s someone like Heigl. Someone tough. To take her down, to force her to bring you to orgasm, that’s what gives me pleasure. For now, I’m just going to treat you like nothing because I don’t want anyone to think that Katherine can humiliate a jobber worse than I can.” Once her monologue was complete, Biel decided to get to work.

Jessica pulled at the surprisingly durable bikini top, hoping to have her girl naked before Heigl does. After attempting to undo a complicated series of knots, Biel abandons the puzzle in favor of just yanking it down. Since Leighton wasn’t able to respond, the removal was relatively easy. Jessica then reached down and tore off Meester’s bottoms, which proved to be a bit of a challenge since they were still wedged up her ass from the powerbomb. Once she had her nude, Jessica sat down on her stomach, waiting to see how Katherine would respond.

Heigl was enjoying herself thoroughly as she had her way with Rachel’s tits. “They’re so perky, I could do this all day,” Kat said before glancing over at Jessica. As soon as she turned her head, she saw that Biel was seated on a naked Meester’s stomach, and she instantly realized that she was behind. “Oh fuck, enough with the foreplay, Miss Bilson, it’s time to get you naked!”

Unlike Leighton, Rachel was conscious. Oh, how she wished she weren’t conscious. “Wait, please, leave me alone,” Rachel begged, but it fell on deaf ears.

“Sorry, there’s nothing I can do. Don’t you see that she’s already got Leighton naked? I don’t wanna lose. You don’t want me to lose, right?” she asked as she gave Bilson a death stare. Then, just to ensure that the message was received, she clamed her legscissors down harder. “Right?”

“Ow…ooowww!” was all Bilson could respond with. Katherine maintained her scissor as she pawed at Rachel’s top. Bilson instinctively put her hands up, trying to keep it on.

“Seriously? You’re seriously going to…alright, fine. We’ll do it this way then.” Heigl reached down at Rachel’s unprotected crotch and rested her hand. “You have two choices. Either you can take off your own top or I can make sure that you never have sex again. Your choice.”

The horrified Bilson acquiesced and took off her own top. Jessica shook her head in amazement, stunned that she didn’t think of the idea herself.

“Now, since you can’t reach your panties, I think I’m going to take them off myself. Deal?” Kat waited for a nod, but got distracted by Rachel’s bare breasts. “Ooh, hold on a second…” Heigl paused as she reached forward to pinch Bilson’s stiffened nipples. “Alright, hold that thought, I’ll be right back.” Kat then readjusted herself and latched onto the black bottoms. With one quick pull, she had Rachel Bilson bare-assed naked. “Alright Jess, what now?”

Biel looked down at Meester, who was starting to stir. “I bet I can get mine to cum before you can get yours.”

“Ooh, I like that idea,” Kat replied.

Leighton and Rachel exchanged frightened glances, knowing that their night was going from bad to worse. The two naked jobbers were now going to be subjected not only to more public humiliation at the hands of gladiators, but also going to be physically violated under the confines of a “match”. Since the referee chose to allow the interference, the match, according to the contracts both girls signed, was now no disqualification. In short, everything that was about to happen to their supple, nude young bodies was perfectly legal.

Jessica and Katherine both looked down at their helpless prey with hungry eyes. Biel decided to employ a more forceful method, as she wrapped her legs around Leighton’s waist just as Katherine had done before. Once she had the girl secure, she began pinching and squeezing Meester’s nipples, hoping the dominant/submissive style would help garner her the result she desired.

Heigl, on the other hand, wanted a sweeter path. She began to stroke Rachel’s gob smacked face, hoping to calm her. “Listen, this doesn’t have to be all bad. I’m sorry for the whole chokeslamming, scissoring and abusing you thing. Just lie back and let me make you feel so good. Okay?” Rachel, fearing getting hurt, nodded in agreement. Katherine then leaned over and once again planted a kiss on Bilson’s full, pouty lips.

On the other side of the ring, Jessica’s plan of shock-and-awe wasn’t doing anything to help matters. Leighton was too scared to say otherwise, but the mangling of her nipples was causing her a tremendous amount of discomfort. Sensing that nothing was happening, Jessica abandoned her crude form of foreplay and just opted to go for the goal early. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” she said as she slid her hand down to Leighton’s honey pot. Meester shuddered in disgust as Jessica’s fingers clumsily poked around. Clearly, Ms. Biel was not going to be a tender lover. Jessica sighed as she realized how dry Leighton was, which meant that despite her every inkling, she was going to have to make the experience less caustic for fear of Heigl besting her.

Katherine, meanwhile, had moved her lips slowly down Rachel’s body, now working over her tits. Kat licked and sucked every inch of Bilson’s breasts, stimulating every nerve ending along the way. Once satisfied that she had plotted a course along every inch of skin, Heigl slid her hand down between Rachel’s legs to see how her efforts were being received. Upon feeling the radiating heat and slick moisture, Kat knew her efforts had been successful. “Alright Rachel, nothing left to do but make you cum. And you do want to cum for me, right?”

“Yes,” she whispered, ashamed and embarrassed at the whole situation.

“Good, because if you don’t, there’s going to be trouble for you. Got it?” As Kat’s threat hung in the air, Heigl slipped a finger into the wet pussy, slowly thrusting her long digit in and out. Rachel’s body immediately responded as her golden brown hips began swaying to the rhythm.

Jessica looked over and saw that Rachel was getting close, so she decided that she was going to try a different approach. Biel slid down Leighton’s body until her face was adjacent to Meester’s vagina. Once there, Jessica spread her labia and drove her tongue inside, as if it were on a probing mission. Meester begged for her body to respond, but she was too hurt and too scared to feel anything but pain. Jessica was getting upset that her oral skills weren’t driving the girl wild with ecstasy. After a few more moments of licking, Biel abandoned her effort. “Fuck, I have to do something,” she thought.

Katherine now was up to two fingers, and Rachel was more than happy to comply with her demands to enjoy it. Bilson was charged with sexual energy as the gorgeous blonde woman worked her magic. Rachel was also relieved to feel the orgasm building inside of her, as it would mean that she would do well by her captor and maybe be allowed to go free.

Jessica ripped off her own thong, exposing her freshly shaved pussy to the world. “Alright you worthless little cunt, you better fucking cum or I am going to destroy you.” Leighton slid her own hand down to her pussy, hoping that some self-stimulation would do the trick. Sure enough, after a few seconds of expert manipulation, she was beginning to feel the effects.

“Hey! She can’t fucking do that!” Kat yelled.

“Nowhere in the rules says she can’t,” Biel responded.

“You fucking cheater.”

Jessica now slid her leg on top of Leighton’s and adjusted until their vaginas were right on top of one another. Biel then began to slowly grind her sex onto Leighton’s, hoping the tribadism would be the ticket. Meester quickly discovered that what Jessica lacked in oral skills, she clearly made up for it with this. The pulsating tremors of the thrusts were driving Leighton crazy, as she was now finally enjoying a part of this match.

Katherine, seeing Jessica’s success, abandoned her fingering and decided to steal a page out of Biel’s book. Heigl removed her own panties and slid herself into position until there wasn’t an inch of sunlight between her and Rachel. “Okay, just fucking get this over with, alright?” Katherine then began her downward drives, smashing her crotch against Rachel’s. The over-stimulated Bilson began to moan with pleasure, as her body was prone to sexual attacks like this. Only this time she wasn’t being forced to do it. It was almost voluntary. That thought stuck in Rachel’s mind. Was she only aroused in a match when it was forced? Had years of fighting warped her mind that she could only get a thrill as a submissive? Did she actually enjoy being a jobber?

As Bilson pondered that, Meester had abandoned any such notions of personal pride as she was letting Jessica Biel have her way with her. And Biel was; pulling her hair, slapping ass and groping her tits. The once-unwelcome violence was now doing wonders for Leighton, who was getting off on the notion of being used by someone as beautiful as Jessica. “Oh…I think…I think…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…uhhhhhh….” Meester exploded, her body engulfed in the throes of ecstasy. Jessica immediately abandoned her position, denying Leighton the full satisfaction. The disgusted Biel wiped away the liquid on her crotch before proclaiming herself the winner.

Katherine looked over and saw Jessica celebrating, so she too relinquished her humping. A distraught Bilson realized what was coming next. “I’m sorry,” she pleaded, but was greeted with a deadly look.

“Do you realize what this means? She beat me. Again. You fucking worthless little slut. I am going to destroy you.” Katherine then threw Bilson onto her back and pinned her shoulders down. “Do you think I honestly cared about making you happy? About you feeling any amount of pleasure? I could give a fuck about you. And now you’re going to show me what a fucking loser you are.” Katherine then slid forward, planting her already aroused sex onto Rachel’s face. It was a familiar position for her to be in, trapped under the better woman. Bilson knew what to do, so she stuck out her tongue and began to work her magic.

Jessica looked over and was upset that Katherine was going to achieve any pleasure. “Hey you, slutbag, why don’t I get anything for my troubles?” The drained Meester coyly signaled for Jessica to come to her. Biel, not interested in the seduction, kicked Leighton in the head. Once Meester was down, Biel planted her flawless ass on her face. “You don’t think I can get myself off on your ugly face without you helping? You’re pathetic.” Jessica then began to violently jam Leighton’s head against her crotch, clearly enjoying the forceful act more than Meester did.

Katherine and Jessica were both staring daggers into one another as they each attempted to reach climax.

“I hate you,” Jessica yelled.

“I hate you too,” Katherine replied.

“But I won. That means I get to pick my prize.”

“You didn’t win shit. You chea…chea…chea…ooohhh…..” Heigl exploded, thanks mainly to the expert tongue of Bilson.

Jessica then increased her pumping, hoping to cum quickly. Katherine, wobbly legged and all, stood up from Rachel’s soaked face and approached Jessica. Biel knew she needed to prepare to fight, but she couldn’t abandon her quest for pleasure. Kat knelt down next to Jessica, smirking as she watched Biel try to finish.

“Here, let me help,” she said as she reached over and pulled down Jessica’s bra.

“Get…the…fuck…away…” Biel panted.

“Oh I don’t think you’re gonna want to stop me.” Katherine then latched onto Jessica’s exposed nipples, forcefully tugging. The pain and pleasure mixed in Jessica’s brain instantly, and before she knew it, she was moaning. “I’m going to make you cum, I guarantee it.” Biel tried to fight it, but the sensation was just too much, and she achieved a very hard-fought orgasm. Jessica sat back, still maintaining her facesit.

“That was so fucking uncalled for. And since I won the bet and you lost, maybe I’ll make you kiss my ass in front of everyone.”

“Good luck collecting,” Kat taunted as she tussled Jessica’s hair. The brunette, too weak from orgasm to fight back, shrugged her hand away. “I’ll see you in the back. Maybe we can finally set a match against one another, find out who the better woman is.” Heigl bent down and retrieved her thong, while also taking Jessica’s.

Biel climbed off of Leighton’s body, completely unaware that she had smothered the girl out. Jessica then grabbed Leighton’s garish pink bikini, put it on, and quickly made her way to the locker-room.

Rachel Bilson was surveying the carnage in the ring. Her body had been used and abused, her face was soaked and her mind was in a daze. How the hell did she get here? “Oh yeah”, she thought, “I’m in a match.” Rachel looked over at the lifeless body of Leighton Meester and signaled to the ref. “This thing still going on?”

“Uh, sure,” he said, completely forgetting that there even was a match.

Rachel planted herself on the unconscious Meester, happy to finally get her revenge. “This is for sitting on my face, you little cunt,” Rachel said as she now slid forward, the third person this tournament to sit on Leighton’s features. Bilson, already well lubricated from her earlier trib session, didn’t take too long to find a rhythm. Rachel slid her arms down to the mat, giving her an added angle. “Oh, I’m going to cum all over your face and win this match, bitch,” Rachel said, fully aware that she in no way actually earned the victory. “Uh…uh…uuhhhh…” Bilson moaned as she finally was allowed to achieve the long-denied orgasm.

The brunette climbed off of Leighton’s saturated face and walked over to the ref. “Am I done?”

“You’re done,” he said as he raised her hand in victory.

Rachel McAdams v. Megan Fox

This tournament had done irreparable damage to Megan Fox’s career. Two matches, two losses. Both came at the hands of weaker blondes. Both came because Megan couldn’t keep her desires to herself. Now, in the third round of the most humiliating tournament of her life, Megan is facing a determined Rachel McAdams. In the last round, McAdams was thrown against Charlize Theron and somehow she held her own. Yes, in the end McAdams was summarily defeated, but she put up one hell of a fight. That kind of confidence combined with a motivation to be rid of this event was enough to make Megan believe that she was once again going to get her ass kicked.

Rachel McAdams couldn’t focus on the fact that she hung in there against the champion. All she remembers is the end of the match, where the Amazonian made Rachel service her. Between the first round where she was smothered under a cheerleading outfit and the second round where she was forced to willfully lick her aggressor, Rachel could find little silver lining amongst the black skyline.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first match of Round Three. Introducing first, Rachel McAdams.” McAdams came down in a very simple blue two piece and once again had that killer look in her eyes. She climbed into the ring and went right to her corner, doing away with any pandering to the crowd.

“And her opponent, Megan Fox.” Megan came out through the curtain, once again wearing her leather thong and bra. This outfit has twice brought her bad luck, but she doesn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking that she was going to alter the way she does business. The one change she did make was that for this round, she didn’t have a pre-match cocktail. Megan climbed onto the apron and straddled the ropes, allowing the people in the front rows to take pictures of her upturned ass.

Rachel McAdams looked on disgusted, ashamed to admit that the over-sexed Fox was actually alluring to her. McAdams shook her head, hoping to clear her mind of the image of Megan, because even the slightest slipup could cost her.

The referee shot Rachel a knowing stare, essentially warning her to not try to jump Megan before the bell. McAdams didn’t flinch as she kept her eyes fixated on Fox. The ref signaled for the bell as both women approached the center of the ring. Rachel was surprised to see that Megan had her hands up in a fighter’s stance as opposed to her normal position of drunken swaying. Maybe this was going to be a real, tough fight.

McAdams and Fox locked up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, with both women jockeying for position. The stronger McAdams managed to back Megan up into the corner, thanks in larger part to her weight advantage. Megan had gotten so skinny that someone like Rachel actually had a weight advantage over her. The ref looked for and surprisingly got a clean break, as McAdams stepped away with her hands in the air.

The two women locked up again, and again Rachel was able to back Megan into the corner. As the ref approached, Megan slipper her arm down and tweaked McAdam’s nipple, infuriating her. Rachel went to start slapping Megan, but by that point the ref had stepped in and he suffered the stinging blows. Angered, the ref began to admonish McAdams, who tried to plea her case. She pointed to Megan, who smiled as she pulled down her own top to flash Rachel her breasts. Then, before the ref could notice, Fox yanked her bra back up, covering the twins.

Rachel approached Megan in the corner, but was blindsided by a kick to the stomach. Fox whipped McAdams into the corner, with Rachel’s back slamming hard against the turnbuckle. Megan then pinned herself against McAdams before hitting her in the stomach with knee lifts. After three unprotected shots to Rachel’s gut, Megan whipped McAdams across the ring to the other turnbuckle.

Rachel again hit the corner hard, with an audible splat as her back smacked against the leather buckle cover. Megan charged across after her, launching herself in the air for a splash. Rachel didn’t see it coming and was helpless to stop the careening body of Megan Fox. Fox smashed full force into McAdams, the blow driving her further into the unrelenting post. Megan then held up the collapsing Rachel, not allowing her to crumple to the floor. Fox pulled her hand back and unleashed a vicious knife-edged chop to Rachel’s chest. She reared back and chopped her again, with the echo of the impact reverberating throughout the arena. Rachel clutched her injured breasts, hoping to stop the pain. Megan grabbed her hand, flipped it back and fired off two more chops.

McAdams was helpless in the corner as her breasts were being battered. Megan raised her hand again, but this time Rachel was prepared. Before Fox could move, Rachel put her hands across her breasts. Megan responded by slapping her in the face. She then leaned in and delivered a knee between Rachel’s legs, dropping McAdams to the floor.

Megan allowed Rachel to collapse this time, partly because she needed to catch her breath and partly because she wanted to savor the moment of dominance. Rachel was lying at her feet, coughing and gasping as she tried to recover from the low blow. Megan felt McAdams put a hand on her knee, as Rachel was trying to use Fox’s body to get to a vertical base. Megan let Rachel reach up and paw at her for a few moments before kicking her back down to the mat.

Distraught, embarrassed and in pain, McAdams crawled towards the ropes, hoping to use them to help her back to her feet. Megan snuck up behind her and pulled down her briefs. Fox then started to smack at Rachel’s pale ass, spanking her with surprising force. Rachel used one hand to grab at the ropes while she used her other hand to try and block the blows. As McAdams got to her feet, she became tangled in her own panties that were now around her ankles, and she fell forward, draping herself across the second rope.

Megan couldn’t believe her good fortune as Rachel had now positioned herself bent over on the second rope. Fox grabbed McAdam’s waist with one hand and with her free hand, continued her spanking. Rachel was trapped, as her arms and upper body were hanging out of the ring, while her legs were bound together by her bottoms. “Oh, I can’t believe how lucky I am,” Megan teased as she continued her slapping. “I mean, there’s pathetic and then there’s this. How you liking your spanking, Rach?”

McAdams shook her body furiously, trying to get free, but it was no use. Her arms were too short for her to reach the canvas and push herself upward, and with Megan’s tight grip around her waist, she couldn’t wriggle free. “When I get out of this, I am going to fucking kill you!”

Megan stopped her ass assault for a moment. “When you get out of this? The only way you’re getting out of this is if I get tired of spanking your fat ass. And there’s a lot of space to cover. Besides, maybe when I’m done I’ll be nice and give your pussy a little hello.” Rachel’s eyes widened in fear at the thought of Megan invading her nether region, but she quickly forgot about it as Fox started up her spanking again. The slaps were so hard that they were actually stinging Megan’s palm. Undeterred, Fox continued, getting incredibly turned on in the process. “Why don’t you beg me to stop, little girl?” Megan taunted as she began to rub Rachel’s increasingly red butt. “Maybe if you ask me to be nice, I’ll stop treating you like you’re…naughty.” Megan punctuated her sentence with one more slap.

Fox gave Rachel a moment to respond, but Rachel refused to answer. “Alright, I guess it’s back to work,” Megan said as she continued her bun beating fun. Rachel tried to hide it, but the pain was becoming intense. Fox might not have shown it in her other matches, but she has some actual power when she’s sober. And all that power is being directed at her pert backside. McAdams bit her lip as she tried to hold back her sob, but the tears in her eyes couldn’t be concealed. Megan Fox’s spanking had actually made her cry. The humiliation was too intense for her and she knew that in a few moments she wouldn’t be able to hold back her wails.

Megan also was growing tired. While the thought of spanking the nubile girl was exhilarating, her arm was beginning to get weary. Fox opted instead to massage Rachel’s upturned ass, allowing her hand time to rest as she humiliated McAdams further. “I almost feel bad abusing something so adorable. Too bad it’s attached to such a bitch.” Fox then slid her hand between Rachel’s thighs, looking to increase the embarrassment. McAdams clenched her legs together, hoping to stave off the invading digits. “Oh, you don’t wanna share? Well that’s a very bad girl.” Fox flung her hand back and once again delivered a forceful slap to Rachel’s butt. The impact forced McAdam’s muscles to relent for a moment, and that was all that it took. Megan quickly got her hand between Rachel’s thighs, and her fingers were now pressed against McAdams’s pussy. Her wet pussy.

“Holy fuck, you’re enjoying this you little perv,” Megan said, a mixture of surprise and delight. “It’s always the quiet girls that are the freaks, right?” Fox continued her probing, but from her current position, she couldn’t get the right angle. As Megan attempted to adjust herself, her grip loosened and Rachel slid out from her arm and fell to the mat on the outside of the ring.

“Fuck,” Megan thought as she looked down at McAdams, “I had her.” Rachel, glad to be free, ignored the intense pain that her body was suffering in favor of pulling up her briefs. “No fair! Give the people what they want. It’s so rare that anyone would want to look at you over me anyway,” Megan taunted as she ran her hands up and down her own body. Enraged, Rachel slid under the bottom rope to attack Megan, but was greeted with stomps. “I mean really?” Fox taunted as she continued to kick away at McAdams. Undaunted, Rachel managed to roll away from the blows and get to the ropes. Once there, the ref had no choice but to restrain Megan.

McAdams climbed up the ropes like a makeshift ladder, and once she was on her feet, she only had revenge in mind. Megan taunted the smaller girl, bending her finger in a “come and get it” manner. Fox’s smile quickly disappeared when Rachel took her up on the offer, charging quickly at Megan.

McAdams dove low, driving her shoulder into Megan’s stomach. She then wrapped her arms around Fox’s waist, hoisted her in the air and slammed her down to the mat. Rachel climbed on top of Megan and unleashed a series of lefts and rights, looking to extract some vengeance for the humiliation she suffered earlier. Fox tried to put her arms up to shield her head, but it was about as useful as an umbrella in a hurricane.

Rachel then grabbed Megan by her jet-black hair and pulled her to her feet. The dazed brunette was then scooped up by McAdams, who had her perfectly set up for a bodyslam. This display of power was surprising to everyone, including Rachel herself, who figured that her adrenaline was why she suddenly had such strength. McAdams wanted to parade Megan around the ring, but she was worried that her arm would slip so she simply slammed Fox down to the canvas.

Megan hit with a loud thump as her body flopped on the mat with her arms and legs splayed in every direction. Rachel once again hoisted Fox to her feet by her mane, and through her clenched teeth she scolded, “I warned you not to pull any of your fucked up shit with me. Now you’re going down.” Rachel then jammed Megan’s head between her thighs, setting her up for a piledriver. Once she had Fox’s head secure, she slapped away at Megan’s tanned ass, getting a small measure of revenge for the earlier spanking. Rachel then wrapped her hand around Megan’s leather thong, and with a heave, used the panties to lift Fox upward. Once she had her vertical, McAdams sat backwards, driving Megan’s head into the canvas.

The piledriver had all but knocked Megan out, and the force of the impact had managed to jam the leather thong into every crack and crevice of Fox’s midsection. It would have been excruciating pain if Megan was lucid.

Rachel had the match won, but her insatiable desire for revenge wouldn’t allow her to notice. She wanted to extract some more revenge on Megan. McAdams looked down at the still body of Megan Fox, plotting her next move.

Megan Fox, meanwhile, found herself in an increasingly familiar position. She, for the third time, had her opponent all but defeated but victory once again slipped through her fingers. Was she going to wind up being embarrassed for a third time? Not if she could help it. Unfortunately, the blow from the piledriver had left her dazed and confused, and worst of all at the mercy of a very repressed Rachel McAdams.

The dominant Rachel decided that she had done enough physical damage to Megan, and that the piledriver had sufficiently incapacitated her. This means that she now had a chance to be the one to have all the fun. McAdams rolled Megan onto her back and surveyed her prize. Rachel immediately began to grow flush as she noticed that one of Fox’s breasts had popped itself free from her leather top. “I proved to the world that I could have beaten Charlize,” she thought, “imagine what they’ll think of me if I completely humiliate Megan Fox worse than anyone has been humiliated this tournament.” A wicked smile crosses her lips until she realizes that she might have been the most humiliated wrestler, but she immediately dismisses the thought as she hovers over Megan.

Rachel seats herself onto Megan’s flat stomach, staring intently at the exposed tit. McAdams grabs the flimsy top and covers Fox’s breast, much to the confusion of the fans. The angry audience starts to boo, unsure that they like the idea of an opponent clothing her foe. Rachel then smiles as she teases the crowd, asking them through pantomime if they want her to tear the bra off. After soaking in the applause, Rachel reaches behind Megan and undoes the clasp before slowly, tantalizingly, sliding the top off of the olive skinned girl.

Seeing the unencumbered nipples, Rachel immediately goes to work. She begins to rub her hands over Fox’s desired chest, enjoying the rush of arousal as she fondles the forbidden fruit. McAdams locks her fingers onto Megan’s breasts and begins to pull upward, much to the dismay of Fox, who was finally beginning to stir. “Well look who decided to join me,” Rachel teased with a bright smile.

“Let go of my fucking tits!” Megan yelled, but with her arms pinned, all she could do was make idle threats.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Rachel yelled as she violently shook Fox’s left boob. “Remember when I asked you not to spank me? And you kept spanking me? Well this is kind of like that. You know, except instead of blowing my position of power, I’m going to make the most of it. In fact, after I’m doing using your pathetic breasts as play toys, I think I’m going to strip you naked and sit on your face. I really hope you do better in the next round.” Rachel released her grip on Megan’s breasts, eliciting a sigh of relief from Fox. That sigh quickly turned into a yelp as McAdams began smacking her tits back and forth, relishing the sound of each breast smashing into one another.

“Fuck! Stop! Leave my tits alone!”

Rachel nodded in compliance. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop smacking them around. They are kinda nice, you know, in a slutty way.” Rachel then began gently stroking Megan’s breasts, lightly massaging them the same way McAdams does to her own tits in the privacy of her own home. “You know, I think I’m going to just enjoy you at this point. This has been such a long tournament, that I haven’t gotten to have any fun. Do you wanna have fun, Megan?” Rachel slid her hand down Megan’s stomach until she hit Fox’s leather thong. McAdams gently stroked the panties coyly before repeating her query, “Do you?”

“Like you could ever get me off. You’ve got bitchy little prude written all over you. The only thing that could get me off would be rubbing my pussy all over your holier-than-thou face.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Rachel replied as she slid her hand into Megan’s flimsy undergarment, “I’m pretty sure I could make you beg me to let you cum. In fact, that’s what I’m going to do. I want you to beg me to let you finish, because when I’m done teasing you, your little slut body is going to be aching for a release.”

Megan was now genuinely nervous. Her lack of self-control had been exposed this tournament, and the thought of being sexually dominated by the beautiful girl was already making her wet.

Rachel pulled her hand away from Megan’s pussy, and Megan’s hips already bucked forward from the loss of stimulation. She chuckled as she realized how easy this was going to be. “It’s a shame that I had to go and drop you on your head, because if you had any energy left, you’d be able to fight back. Nothing would make this hotter than if you tried to fight back,” Rachel teased as she rubbed her hand on Megan’s cheek. The pinned woman shook her face, trying to free itself of McAdams’s tender touch. “Oh, calm down and relax, because I’m going to make you feel good. No more of this…” she paused as she viciously pinched Megan’s right nipple, “…instead, more of this.” Rachel leaned her head down and began to suck on Fox’s left tit. Megan felt her first moan in the back of her throat, but she wouldn’t give Rachel the satisfaction.

“Now, you seem like the kind of gal that would like it a little rough, right? Me personally, I like the sweet over the sour, but then again I’m not a slut.” Rachel punctuated the word slut with a slap across Megan’s face, before placing her thumb on Fox’s trademark lower lip. “You want so badly to let me do this to you, I can feel it.”

The truth was, Megan did. Her overactive sex drive has consistently been her undoing, but it’s also allowed her to develop a keen sense of perception. She can spot her own kind, and the way that Rachel is subconsciously pressing her sex against her is a clear sign that McAdams is enjoying this a little too much. Figuring that whether or not she fights back that Rachel is going to defile her, she decided to play along and enjoy the ride.

“Was I that obvious?” Megan replied, flashing a knowing smile. “I want you to enjoy my body, Rachel. I want you to make me feel good. I want you to bring me to ecstasy.”

Rachel was taken aback from the response, unsure of how to proceed. When Megan seemed to be miserable, this course of attack made sense. Rachel hated being taken advantage of by her opponents, and her satisfaction was going to come from making Fox suffered. Unfortunately, she seemed to actually be enjoying it herself.

“Oh I’ll make you cum, and then I’m going to sit on your face and smother you out cold. How does that sound?” Rachel said, trying to gain the upper hand in the war of words despite her less-than-confident delivery.

“Mmm, the thought of your pussy on my face is making me all wet. Almost as wet as your spanking made you.”

Rachel was embarrassed that Megan noticed, and instead of continuing down this path, she clenched her fit and drove it into Fox’s stomach.

“Oof…that’s some…cough…rough foreplay…but I’ll adapt,” Megan said, not wanting to lose her psychological advantage.

“See, I studied you,” Rachel said as she began to trace the dark areola of her trapped adversary, “and I know that these sort of sexual things weaken you. So you can pretend to play along or maybe you’re really sick in the head and want this, but regardless, once you fucking get off, you’re done for.”

“Then gimme what you got,” Megan said, “because you’re playing with someone who knows what she’s doing, and I bet I can make you beg for me before I beg for you. What do you say? Your pussy against mine? Or are you not woman enough?”

Rachel was horrified at the thought of engaging in a sexfight. She also couldn’t justify giving up her position of control from atop Megan’s body. “I think I’ll leave that thought for your sick imagination.”

“Fine, coward,” Megan replied, hoping to antagonize her. Rachel slid her hand back down to Fox’s underwear where she found Megan’s moist vagina. McAdams teased the aroused area with her fingers while she used her other hand to continue her nipple play. “Is that all you got?” Fox asked. “It’s not…it’s not working,” she lied, trying to hold back her building orgasm.

“Oh I think it is. I think that you wanted to grind up against me because you knew that I was going to make you cum and you didn’t want to be embarrassed by me. Why? Because you’re the sex symbol? Because you think you’re the next Angelina Jolie? You’re nothing but a slut who can’t wrestle,” Rachel taunted as she dug her fingers into Megan’s moist slit, working them in and out with surprising precision.

“Mmm…mmm…” Megan groaned through sealed lips, trying to hide her rapture.

“That’s it, just let me do my magic. You’re going to cum, you pathetic loser. You really are the weakest in this whole thing. Kiss your career goodbye, slut.” Rachel, who considered herself a higher caliber actress, hated that while she did quality work, the fans still fawned over the questionably talented bad girls. Her resentment, combined with the past two rounds of humiliation, were fueling her actions.

“I…will…always…be…better…than…you…to…them…” Megan replied through pants. While she thought it would be fun to have McAdams get her off, she now felt true shame that a woman with such disdain for her was going to humiliate her in front of the world.

“Who gives a fuck what you think? You’re the one about to cream her panties and give me a well earned victory. I can’t wait to facesit that overrated pout until my heart’s content.” Rachel inserted a third finger into Megan, savoring the feeling of the increasingly warm region. “You’re not going to last too much longer. Get ready to give everyone a show.”

Megan tried to fight the urges, but between the thrusting and the pinching, she was helpless. “Hold on,” she thought, “don’t give in. Don’t give her the satis…” Fox’s body betrayed her, and before she knew it, she was in the throes of a very strong orgasm. “Oohhh…ooohhh….,” she moaned, allowing herself to be consumed with the waves of pleasure. Rachel continued to pump, hoping that the stronger the orgasm the weaker the girl. Megan’s body began to jerk and twitch under Rachel’s as the overstimulation was too much for her to handle. Fox tried desperately to separate her body from Rachel’s fingers, but it was no use.

“Oh, where are you going? I mean, you just came, why would you want to leave so soon?” Rachel chuckled, pleased with her cleverness. Her thrusting continued, but this time it was clear she was just out to hurt Megan. The weakened Fox was defenseless, and her once-proud exterior of sexual cockiness was gone. She looked up at Rachel like a scared little girl, hoping her torture would be over. “Come on, I think you could go again.”

“Please…please stop…I…I can’t…take…anymore…” Megan pleaded, shocking even herself at how submissive she’d become. Rachel couldn’t hide her own surprise as her eyebrows raised skyward, pleased to have humbled Fox.

“Well, I could stop,” she replied as she slowed her intrusion on Fox’s vagina, “but what’s in it for me?”

Megan had no choice but to barter for her release. “I’ll…do whatever you want.” This was it, the final barrier between her being a competitor and being a jobber, and it has come crashing down. Being defeated has it’s shame, but to willfully surrender was a road one doesn’t come back from.

“Oh, I love the thought of that. I tell you what, I’m going to take my hand out of your nasty snatch and I’m going to give you a chance to experience what a real woman should look like.” Rachel pulled her hand away from Megan’s abused pussy, taking a moment to wipe the excess juices on Fox’s tits. “Now, tell me who the winner is.”

“You are the winner,” Megan whispered. Rachel grabbed her by the cheeks and shook her head no. “You’re the winner!” Fox yelled.

“And who made you cum? Who made you squeal in ecstasy? Who humiliated you?”

“You did,” Megan replied.

“And who are you going to beg to have sit on your worthless face?”

“What?” Megan yelled. Rachel, not happy with the insubordination, grabbed onto Fox’s nipples. “Oww…ooww….”

“I said who are you going to beg have sit on your worthless loser face. Now answer my question.”

“You,” she mumbled. “I…I want you to…sob…sit on my face…”

“Well, if you insist,” Rachel replied with a sunny expression as she slid forward, planting herself on Megan’s head. “Oh, this is surprisingly comfortable.” Rachel rocked back and forth, allowing her seat-drenched bottoms to cover every inch of Megan’s humbled features. Rachel pressed her crotch into Megan’s mouth, slowly grinding it against Fox’s lips. McAdams gazed into the trapped girl’s eyes, relishing the look of terror and resignation in her eyes. “I suggest you get to work so this can be over,” Rachel replied as she pulled her panties to the side, exposing her wet vagina.

Megan shuddered as she looked at the waiting pussy before she stuck out her tongue and began to lick. Rachel started to moan almost instantly, due in large part to the extended foreplay that was Megan’s violation. Fox used her expert tongue to its fullest, trying to get Rachel off so that she would get off of her. Rachel started to become noticeably excited, as the usually demure girl was now groping at her breasts and moaning in pleasure.

There was no pleasure in this for Megan, who now fully understood the humiliation she was experiencing. The sweet taste of Rachel’s juices felt sour on her tongue, as she stared in anger at the dominant woman’s body. “Cum you bitch, cum” Megan thought, wanting this exercise to be over with. McAdams responded to the increase in tongue-thrusts by grabbing the back of Megan’s head, forcing it deeper into her waiting crotch. Fox’s nose was now mashed against Rachel’s sex, and all she could smell was her conqueror. Finally, McAdams began to wail in ecstasy as the pulsating sensation between her legs shot throughout her body. Rachel erupted all over Megan’s defenseless face, coating the helpless loser in her juices.

“Oh…oh…that was wonderful,” Rachel said as she rubbed her hands through her tussled hair. “Who knew you were actually useful?” Rachel leaned back, sitting on Megan’s tits once again. “So let’s recap, shall we? You thought you were going to kick my ass and instead I completely dominated you, humiliated you, made you orgasm, made you make me orgasm and now…hmm…”

“You promised this was over,” Megan whined, not wanting any further torment.

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I,” Rachel replied, bopping Fox on the nose. “Well, I lied. I’ve got one last thing I want you to do for me, and then I promise…cross my heart and hope to die…that I’m finished. K?” McAdams quickly reversed her position on Megan, finding herself now facing Fox’s toes. “So you went all psycho lesbian on me before and you spanked my beautiful ass. That wasn’t very nice. I’m going to give you a chance to apologize…properly.” Rachel leaned back, allowing her snow-white butt to hover inches from Megan’s face. “If I were you, and thank goodness I’m not, I would kiss it and make it feel better.”

The dejected Fox couldn’t believe what she was about to do. At least in her first two losses she was knocked out by this point. But Rachel had kept her awake and alert, forcing her to endure every second of the intense humiliation.

McAdams grew impatient waiting for her keister to be kissed, so she reached down and folded Megan’s body in half by tucking Fox’s legs under her armpits. “Now, I said I want you to kiss my ass. So either you kiss it, or…” Rachel stared down at Megan’s ass, which, thanks to the pretzel her body was contorted in, was now in McAdam’s grasp. Rachel reached back and smacked Megan’s tan backside, forcing a yelp from the starlet. “Either get busy kissing or I’m going to get busy spanking.”

Megan was tired of all of the abuse, so rather than fight it, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Rachel’s cheek. McAdams once again grabbed her by the back of the head and jammed Fox’s face into her ass as she wiggled it in her face. Fox finally broke down and started to cry, showing that she wasn’t a fierce warrior as advertised but rather an overmatched young woman. A humiliated jobber. A loser.

Rachel finally climbed off of Megan, allowing her to curl into a ball. McAdams adjusted her briefs so as to keep herself fully covered. She then reached down and removed Megan’s thong, not getting any form of resistance. Rachel clutched her prize as she allowed the referee to raise her hand. A winner, in every sense of the word.

Leighton Meester v. Kristen Stewart

The brutality of the tournament was almost over, and with the knowledge that Megan Fox (well, what’s left of her, anyway) has advanced to the finals, it was now necessary to find out who her opponent would be.

Kristen Stewart has had a rough tournament, having suffered two very bad losses at the hands of Elisha Cuthbert and Olivia Wilde. Her opponent, Leighton Meester, has probably had it worse. In the first round, Leighton was thrashed by Katherine Heigl. In her second match against Rachel Bilson, Meester was double-teamed by Kat and Jessica Biel, as the two juggernauts used her as their own sexual plaything.

Neither girl wanted to fight anymore. Kristen’s body was sore from all of the abuse, and the torment that Leighton endured has pushed her to the breaking point. The thought of fighting again was the furthest from their minds. Sadly, they would have to fight at least one more time.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final match of the third round of the Survival of the Weakest Tournament. Introducing first, Kristen Stewart.” Kristen walked through the curtain in her black bikini, looking wearier than ever as she slowly approached the ring. Stewart kept shaking her head as she stepped through the ropes, hoping that this would be the round where she would finally win and be done with this nonsense.

“And her opponent, Leighton Meester.” Meester was sticking with the bright pink bikini, despite the fact that every time she’s worn it, she’s wound up flat on her back with a face full of pussy. Apparently, during her last match, the displeased organizers unleashed the destructive force of Biel and Heigl. This time, Leighton was determined to avoid that fate.

The referee suppressed his laughter as he looked at the two soft women about to fight, and then signaled for the bell. Leighton and Kristen stepped towards the center of the ring, both with trepidation in their eyes. Meester initiated a collar-and-elbow tie-up, and soon both girls were jockeying for the upper hand. Since neither Leighton nor Kristen were particularly strong, this led to a stalemate. “Fuck, just like last time,” Leighton thought as she nervously looked over at the curtain. Realizing that she had to do something, Meester fired off a kick between Kristen’s legs, nailing her straight in the crotch.

This dirty tactic allowed Leighton to back Kristen into the corner. Once there, Meester delivered three knees to Stewart’s pussy, ensuring that the girl was incapacitated. The stunned Kristen offered no resistance, as she had no strength left with which to fight back. Leighton stepped backwards, allowing Kristen to fall to the mat.

It looked as if the fight was already over. Stewart was in a ball clutching her wounded womanhood, and since Leighton didn’t know of any actual moves besides kneeing a girl in the groin, she figured that she had won.

The ref shook his head in disbelief as he watched Meester hover over the downed Stewart rather than go in for the kill. “So it’s over? I won, right?”

“Sure, why not?” the referee replied, knowing full well that this wouldn’t stand.

Just then, the curtain once again flung open. “Hey, that’s not fair, I won. The curtain can’t just open like that. They can’t send someone out. Watch, I’m not finished.” Nervously, Leighton rolled Kristen onto her back, and just like she saw Rachel do in the earlier match, Meester pinned Stewart to the mat with her knees. Kristen let out a gasp as Leighton sat on her chest, forcing all of the air out of her lungs.

The clumsy Meester struggled for a few moments to arrange herself properly before finding the right balance. Once she was on top of Stewart, her natural instincts began to lock into place. Sure, she wasn’t any good at actually fighting, but at this point it wasn’t about fighting. It was about making her opponent submit quickly. It was about being a total bitch to this girl. This was something Leighton had experience with.

“Alright, listen up,” Leighton hissed at the trapped Stewart, “I already got you pinned. You’re done for, okay? If you try anything, I’m going to hit you so hard in your pussy that you’ll never be able to have sex again, got me?”

Kristen looked up at the vapid girl and was disgusted. Leighton was the kind of girl that would have made her high school life miserable. Sure, she’s a bankable actress, but she’s also someone who considers herself a free spirit. And as a free spirit, she would have been subjected to the cruel taunts and catty attitude of stuck-up bitches. Stuck-up bitches like Leighton. Suddenly, Kristen had found a fighting spirit within her.

“Do you hear me?” Leighton asked again, crossing her arms in disgust. As soon as she lifted her arms, the pressure was off of Kristen’s body. This meant that her legs were free. Stewart drove her knees upward, slamming them into Meester’s back. The impact stunned Leighton, who had assumed that all of the fight was out of Stewart. Kristen repeated the move, once again driving her knees into the small of Meester’s spine. Leighton rolled off of Stewart, clutching her throbbing lumbar.

Kristen, now free, rolled onto her knees and grabbed Leighton’s ankles. Stewart spread Meester’s legs, looking down at the trapped girl. “So, you thought it was funny to kick me in the crotch, right? Well, I shouldn’t feel bad if I do it to you, should I?”

“No, wait, I’m sorry, I…” her pleas were cut short as Kristen dropped her elbow between Leighton’s legs. “Ooohh….whyyyy….” was her response as she clutched her wounded womanhood.

Kristen then stood up while still holding onto Leighton’s ankles. She allowed herself a momentary smirk as she watched Meester sob in pain before rolling the girl onto her stomach and applying a Boston Crab.

“Oh…owww….” Leighton cried as she furiously pounded the mat. Kristen rocked back, pulling Meester’s back further in the opposite direction. Realizing that the ref was probably going to ignore the submission anyway, Stewart released one leg, converting it into a half-crab. With her free hand, Kristen slid her finger between Leighton’s legs, rubbing the pink material of her bottoms. “What the fuck are you doing, you dyke?” Meester yelled in between screams.

“What’s the matter? This bringing back too many middle school memories? Suddenly the slut with a sex tape is modest?” Kristen then gave Leighton’s crotch a hard smack, eliciting a whine and then a wail from the trapped girl. “I can’t believe I almost lost to a wuss like you. If you thought what happened to Megan Fox was bad, wait until I get done with you.” Kristen then tugged on the back of Leighton’s top, loosening the garment. “Why do you even bother wearing clothes when you know I’m just going to rip it off of your plastic, fake-tan body?”

Leighton tried to reach back and stop her, but it was no use. Her face was jammed into the mat and there was no escape. Kristen, meanwhile, was pondering her next move. Deciding to go the conventional mean girl route, Stewart grabbed a handful of Leighton’s bottoms and yanked upwards, giving her a vicious wedgie.

“Ow! Stop it!” Leighton screeched as her bikini bottoms lodged themselves up her ass. “You sick fucking bitch!”

“Aww, what’s the matter? Sorry it’s just cloth and not some guy’s dick?” Kristen replied, abandoning her traditional high-road wit for catty retorts. Stewart tired of the hold entirely and let go of her other leg. Kristen then stood up over Leighton to survey the damage. She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight in front of her, with Leighton’s body writing in pain and her ass cheeks hanging out of the sides of the bikini bottoms. Kristen plants her foot on top of Leighton’s ass before delivering a vicious stomp.

“Oh!” Meester grunted as her backside was being stepped on. Leighton pulled herself closer to the ropes, but with each slither drew another stomp. Determined to get back up to her feet, Leighton ignored the pain and used the ropes like a ladder. Once vertical, she sighed for a moment to enjoy her triumph. Just then, her loosened top fell to the floor. Meester was distracted by her sudden toplessness, so Kristen took advantage and kicked her in the stomach. The blow sent Leighton through the ropes and crashing to the outside.

Kristen was surprised at how easy this was. Maybe she could have won every round if she had just stayed focused instead of believing that she was going to get her ass kicked. Maybe she had what it took to be successful.

Leighton, meanwhile, was a mess on the floor. Her back was all knotted up from the Boston Crab, her butt hurt from the bikini violation and then landing on it on the outside, and her pride was wounded when Kristen played with her pussy. She was in trouble, and she knew she needed to do something drastic.

Stewart looked down to see how Meester was faring, but was surprised to see that Leighton wasn’t there. Kristen looked around the outside, but the topless girl was nowhere to be found. During Stewart’s momentary celebration, Leighton had climbed under the ring, looking to use the element of surprise.

Meester’s journey was successful, partly because she had made it to the other side of the ring undetected, and partly because she found a small chain during her journey. With Kristen peering over the rope like it was the end of a ship, Leighton snuck up behind her and wrapped the chain around her fist. The ref, intrigued about what was going to happen, chose to ignore the blatant foreign object.

With her hand wrapped in metal, Meester spun Kristen around and slammed her in the face with her chain-laden fist. The blow knocked Stewart out instantly, as a stunned Leighton suddenly realized that she had gotten away with her underhanded tactic. Just to be sure, Leighton looked over to the ref, who shrugged his shoulders. Meester tossed the chain out of the ring and examined the sight in front of her.

Leighton rolled Kristen onto her back and looked down at the dozing brunette. “So I can do anything I want to her?” Leighton asked the referee.

“Yeah, that’s the idea. Just make it quick because knowing you people, you’ll find a way to fuck this up.”

“You people?” Meester replied, genuinely confused.

“Yeah, jobbers. Look, it isn’t all that impressive that you beat a girl that anyone can beat but needed to use a weapon. Me personally, I don’t give a fuck because it means that this thing is almost over. No offense, but you can’t wrestle for shit, and the only reason you’re on the roster is so that actual competitors can have someone to warm up against. So you know, do whatever you wanna do to her and let’s try to make it home at a decent hour, okay?”

Enraged, Meester wanted to tell the referee off. She wanted to berate him for being rude and for being wrong about her role in the industry. That she served a purpose and was a bona fide star. But in her heart, she knew that he was right. Rather than try and debate, she decided to channel her frustration to the unconscious Kristen Stewart.

Leighton sat down on Kristen’s stomach, slapping the dazed girl in the face. “Hey dork,” she yelled, “you might wanna be awake for some of this. I’ve got some real nice stuff planned for you.” Meester’s work was rewarded as Kristen began to stir. “Good, you’re awake, because we’ve got to talk about the way you look. First of all, why does your outfit have to be so…bland? I’m sure even for a goth freak that your boobs aren’t that bad. I mean, they aren’t these,” she paused as she ran her hands across her own breasts, drawing catcalls from the fans, “but they can’t be awful. Right?” Leighton then peeled away Kristen’s top, revealing her modest pale breasts, complete with rose nipples. “Oh, I guess I was wrong. Do you like never tan these things?” she asked as she latched onto Kristen’s tit. “Plus, why are they so floppy?” she continued as she shook the boob from side to side.

“Uhh…uhhh…” Kristen quietly moaned as she began to stir. Suddenly, her eyes flung open as she realized that her breasts were being squeezed. “What the fuck are you doing?!” she yelled.

“Relax, you’re probably enjoying this, seeing as your some goth freak dyke. I bet you would have loved to have a sexy girl playing with these sad, pale bags that you call tits.”

The humiliated Stewart tried to dislodge Meester, but it was clear that the blow to the head had knocked her out of whack. “Just get the fuck off of me, you cheater.”

“Cheater? Me? When are you going to learn, nerd? I’m a winner. Beautiful girls are always winners, while plain looking flannel freaks like you are losers. Besides, you were the one who started down this path, or don’t you remember?” she chuckled as she slid her hand down to Kristen’s crotch. Leighton gave a light rub across the fabric, sending shivers down Stewart’s spine.

“I’m…I’m sorry for doing that,” she said without an ounce of sincerity.

“I know you’re not. I bet you and your little muff diver pals were talking about getting to touch my body. You sick little perverts.” She reached forward and once again buried her hands in Kristen’s breasts, this time driving her fingers deep into the flesh. “Now, we could go through the whole thing where I just keep humiliating you and humiliating you until you beg me to stop, or you could save us both a lot of trouble and just quit.”

Kristen weighed her options. She thought that she might potentially have a concussion from the punch (she didn’t, but as someone who doesn’t respond well to pain, she goes to the extremes easily) and she didn’t want to risk further injury, so submitting now wasn’t a bad idea. On the other hand, that would mean another round of fighting. That would mean facing Megan Fox, who would most certainly beat her and then fuck her senseless.

“Fuck off!” she yelled. Leighton, almost happy at the response, abandoned her mammary crushing.

“Oh I’m so happy you said that,” she said, this time choosing instead to pinch Kristen’s sensitive nipples and turn. “Because as an actual actress that people desire, I’ve learned all kinds of cruel things to do to other girls I don’t like. Do you know what I love to do? Twist some little slut’s tits until she cries. We do it to extras all the time. It gets me kinda excited to watch her struggle and whine. You know, like you’re going to.” Leighton’s expert nipple pinching skills were on full display, as Kristen’s milky white skin was beginning to turn bright red. She was in pain, and she couldn’t hide it.

“Oww! Fuck! Stop!” Kristen yelled, but it was falling on deaf ears. Stewart managed to get one arm free and she reached up for Leighton’s exposed tits. Kristen managed to wrap her hand around Meester’s right breast and squeeze, but due to her lack of faculties and the pain her body was experiencing, she couldn’t put much pressure.

“What do you think you’re doing? Foreplay? I know you want my tits, but that is so not subtle.” Meester released one of Kristen’s breasts, grabbed Stewart’s arm and pulled it off of her own chest. “Just for that, you get this.” Leighton reached back and drove her fist into Kristen’s pubic mound. “Dumb cunt.”

“Oohh! I quit! I quit!” Kristen yelled, as the pain was too much for her.

“Well in that case, to the victor goes the spoils, right?” Leighton then slid forward, her bright pink crotch careening towards Kristen’s stunned face.

“No, wait, don’t…” was all she could get out before her mouth was cut off by Meester’s pussy.

“Sorry, can’t hear you,” she teased as she pressed down onto Kristen’s face. “Wow nerd, all of your little lesbo fantasies are coming true. You got to touch my tits and now your pressed against my pussy. Looks like someone’s going to have some vibrator material for tonight.” Leighton reached back and pressed her hands against Kristen’s breasts for support, allowing her the right angle to grind her sex against Stewart’s protesting face. “Mmm…this tournament has been so rough. I can’t even remember the last time I could just sit back and get off. Well, no time like the present, right?” Meester started to rub her increasingly slick bikini bottoms across Kristen’s features, taking special care to press her swollen clit against Stewart’s pronounced nose. “Ooh…this feels so good that I don’t even mind how lousy your tits are.”

The humiliated Stewart had no recourse but to lay there and let Leighton face-fuck her. She had been so thoroughly embarrassed this entire tournament, that this would be just another in a long line of abuse. As much as she hated Meester, at least she figured it wouldn’t take Leighton long to get off. Sure enough, after only a few minutes of humping, Meester exploded in a very high-pitched squeal.

“I hope it was good for you, loser,” she teased as she patted Kristen on her forehead. Leighton the stood up and raised her hands in a very tainted victory. Her next move was to hire a trainer and maybe learn how to actually compete. Kristen’s next move was to wrestle in the finals and hopefully not wind up as Megan Fox’s fucktoy.

Megan Fox v. Kristen Stewart

This was it. The finals. This would be the fourth and final round in the nightmare tournament, in which of the 16 women who have entered, all but two remain. Two losers.

Neither Megan Fox nor Kristen Stewart have been successful in any of their matches. Rather, each girl has been physically outmatched, sexually dominated and utterly humiliated. They truly were the definition of jobbers, and now they had to once more go out there and compete for what will ultimately be a hollow victory.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final round of the Survival of the Weakest Tournament. Introducing first, Kristen Stewart.” Stewart kept her head down as she walked out of the curtain, trying to shield her eyes from the mocking crowd. After her last round loss where she was embarrassed by Leighton Meester, Kristen has been off of the grid. Many were concerned that she wasn’t even going to show up for the tournament. Stewart chose to continue to go with her black two piece, despite the fact that it has a tendency to be ripped off of her body.

“And her opponent, Megan Fox.” Megan walked out in a white bra and matching lace panties, due in part to the fact that here trademark leather thong was taken from her at the end of her last match. It, along with her dignity, was stolen by Rachel McAdams. Fox had been having a rough tournament. She started the event as the next Angelina Jolie, but is now looking more like the next Jennifer Aniston. Megan glanced in the front row and noticed that all of the former contestants were sitting there, each one wearing a smile that let her know that they were glad they weren’t in her panties.

“Alright, you two know the drill. You don’t stop fighting until I say the match is over. May the best girl win, and I am using that term loosely.” The ref then signaled for the bell, and the final round was on.

Kristen and Megan circled one another, sizing up her opponent. Each girl noticed the trepidation in the other’s face, a sure sign that neither one of them wanted to be in that ring. Kristen finally broke the stalemate by charging at Megan, driving her shoulder into Fox’s stomach. Stewart then bullied the girl into the corner, fully expecting the ref to break the two of them up. Only he didn’t. Kristen thought this was odd, but she figured that she should take advantage of the moment. Stewart drove her knee into Megan’s stomach, forcing the air out of her tight belly. Kristen repeated the move, and once again a whoosh of air came out of Fox’s lungs.

During her last match, Stewart finally began feeling the kind of aggression that she should have been exhibiting all along. The rush that she felt from hurting her opponent made for the kind of motivation that an actually skilled wrestler would exhibit. Kristen stepped back from the coughing girl before delivering a vicious kick between the legs. The punt dropped Megan to the mat as she clutched her groin, wailing in pain.

Kristen saw another opening and she took several steps back to examine her target. Then, with a running head start, she crashed ass first into Megan, driving her posterior right into Fox’s face. Megan slumped over and it appeared that she was already out. It was her most pathetic display yet, and her complete lack of any offense made it clear that the fight was completely out of her.

Stewart pulled Megan to her feet before scooping her up for a bodyslam. Kristen found that lifting Fox’s light body wasn’t particularly challenging, so she decided to parade her around the ring. With Megan’s legs kicking in protest, Stewart walked her to all four corners before dropping her to the mat. Kristen then locked eyes with Elisha Cuthbert, who was pointing to her foot. In their match, Stewart was forced to kiss Elisha’s feet in order to stop the match. The angered brunette gave Cuthbert the finger. Elisha rose to her feet, but was held back by Olivia Wilde, who shook her head no. Cuthbert acquiesced and sat back down.

Kristen thought that this was odd, but she decided to focus on Megan. Unfortunately for her, that momentary distraction proved to be all that Fox needed, as she was able to fire a kick herself between Kristen’s legs. Stewart dropped to the mat in agony as she didn’t see the cunt punt coming. Megan then climbed on top of Stewart and applied a textbook grapevine, pinning Kristen’s arms down with her own and spreading Stewart’s ankles with her own legs. Suddenly, it was Fox who was in control.

“Well I hoped you enjoyed your moment in the sun,” Megan said as she slammed her crotch down onto Kristen’s, “but I’m not fucking around anymore. You got your licks in, but this is my night.” Fox again slammed her crotch down onto Stewart’s. “So I’ve got you pinned and I’m going to end this thing once and for all. Hope you enjoy being the weakest, slut.”

Fox used one arm to secure Kristen’s wrists, while she used her free hand to deliver some body blows to Stewart’s ribs. The trapped girl let out some “oofs” upon impact, but she refused to give in to the grapevine. “Get…off…” she yelled.

“I intend to,” Megan replied as she leaned in towards Kristen’s face. Once they were nose-to-nose, Fox pressed forward and kissed Stewart’s lips. “I’m still the next Jolie, and if it means that I have to have my way with your pale ass to accomplish it, then so be it.” Fox once again went in for the kiss, this time forcing her tongue into Kristen’s mouth. Once it was inserted, Megan began to pull Stewart’s legs further apart, putting a great deal of pressure on her thighs. Kristen began to moan in pain, but the sound was muffled out by Megan’s impromptu make-out session.

As soon as Kristen’s legs reached their breaking point, Megan began to once again slam her crotch down onto Stewart’s, driving her lace panties harder and harder into Kristen’s bottoms. “You ready for me to bring this tournament to a climax?” she teased.

Just then, Megan noticed that her first round opponent Kaley Cuoco was standing in her seat. Fox ignored her and began to grind on the trapped girl, until she noticed that Amanda Bynes was also now standing. Then, one by one, all of the 10 participants sitting at ringside were on their feet. “Oh fuck,” Megan thought as she stopped her pelvic momentum.

Sure enough, all ten women climbed over the railing, surrounding the ring. The referee didn’t move a muscle, instead stood there with a smile on his face. “Well, it looks like we’re both fucked,” Megan said to Kristen as she released Stewart from her grips.

“Speak for yourself,” Kristen replied as she punched Fox in the jaw. Stewart then stood to her feet and rattled off a roundhouse kick, dropping Megan. “Alright, I did my part. Have fun.” Kristen raised her hands in self-appointed victory before climbing out of the ring. She gave a nod to the women ringside, a pre-arranged signal.

The twelve women descended on the ring; Jennifer Love Hewitt, Taylor Swift, Hayden Pannettiere, Rachel McAdams, Kaley Cuoco, Mila Kunis, Amanda Bynes, Jessica Simpsons, Elisha Cuthbert, Leighton Meester, Rachel Bilson and Olivia Wilde. Kristen stood and watched as the other women surrounded the downed Megan Fox. “Well, if you all wanted me so bad…” she said with a defiant smile.

The women went to work, ripping and tearing at Megan’s clothing until she was completely nude. Fox tried to climb out of the dog pile, but was snared by her black hair and yanked back in. It was impossible to tell who was doing what to her body, but all she knew was that it hurt. Punches and kicks were coming from every direction, as the tournament’s loser was now being subjected to massive amounts of punishment.

Olivia Wilde yelled for everyone to stop, so as if in lockstep, each girl stepped away from the nude girl. Megan was helpless as she stared up at her aggressors. “Is that all you got?”

Kristen Stewart slid back into the ring, joining the other women. Just then, Elisha Cuthbert elbowed Kristen in the face, knocking her to the mat. “What?” she asked. “She’s mine anyway, right?”

“Well in that case,” Jennifer Love Hewitt replied, “I call dibs.” With that, she grabbed an unsuspecting Taylor Swift by the hair and threw her to the mat. Swift had managed to escape humiliation at the hands of Hewitt, but it appeared that her luck had run out.

“Let them have their fun,” Olivia said as she signaled for Megan to be held up. Jessica Simpson and Kaley Coco lifted Megan by her arms, restraining the dazed girl. “So you thought you could just fuck with me and get away with it?” Olivia asked as she patted Megan on the head. “You don’t get it. No one likes you. The only reason we are all united is simply because we can’t stand your fucking face.” Wilde pulled back and slapped Megan across the cheek.

“Look, if you wanted to fuck me, you should have just asked. You didn’t have to get all of these losers involved.”

Kaley took exception to the comment and yanked back on Fox’s hair. “Um, didn’t I kick your scrawny ass?”

“Yeah, but I let you win so that I could get at your fat pussy,” Megan replied. Olivia, growing tired of this, kicked Fox between her legs. “Ugh…always…my…snatch…” she mumbled.

“We’ve got big plans for you. I’m going to make you my little bitch, and then they’ll have no choice but to say that I’m the next Angelina Jolie.” Olivia reached down and started to tease Megan’s vagina, preparing it for the ordeal she was going to put it through. “Do you know what it’s going to be like to have your face sat on by all of these women? When we’re through with you, you’ll be the biggest loser in the history of this business.”

Meanwhile, Elisha was having her own fun with Kristen Stewart. The “Twilight” star was summarily stripped nude and was now bound at her hands and feet by her outfit. “So I was thinking, it felt kinda good to have you kiss my foot, but I think I missed out on the real fun…” she said as she lifted up her dress.

“Oh fuck,” Kristen replied, staring at Elisha’s nude and shaved cunt.

“Yeah, you’re going to have so much fun…” Cuthbert replied as she forced Kristen’s face into her waiting vagina.

Hewitt was also having success with Taylor. Swift and Love had made a pact before the attack that they could coexist, but it was clear that the deal was off the table. Love had ripped away Taylor’s dress, leaving the girl in her bra and panties. Jen dropped down on her stomach, pinning Swift to the mat. “You tried to run away before, but the girls weren’t going to let you get too far. Right ladies?” she said as she looked down at her own ample bust. “Now why don’t you go say hello.” Jen leaned down, pressing her melons into Swift’s protesting face.

Megan Fox was still being restrained by Simpson and Cuoco, as Olivia directed traffic. Amanda Bynes stepped forward and got in Megan’s face. “I’m pretty sure I kicked your perverted ass also,” she said as she delivered her own kick between Fox’s legs. “Hope you enjoyed that, slut.”

Bilson was up next, and she too opted for a between-the-legs blow, only she used her fist. “Well that was fun,” she said as she made room for Mila Kunis. Kunis walked up to the hurting Fox and grabbed onto her exposed breasts, choosing to use her turn to twist and pull Megan’s nipples. Meester then approached and greedily rubbed her hands together wondering what to do.

Unfortunately, Leighton never got her chance, because the lights went out in the ring. Suddenly, a spotlight was cast on the entrance curtain. As it opened, the crowd went wild. Katherine Heigl, Jessica Biel and Charlize Theron were all standing with their arms crossed, and they looked pissed. The champion was the first to speak. “So you bunch of worthless little jobbers thought that you could come out here and just do whatever you wanted? This isn’t your ring. It’s our ring. We let you play in it for our amusement. And all of this…not amusing. Just remember that you brought this on yourselves.”

Theron, Heigl and Biel ran down to the ring in a surprising show of unity. Heigl grabbed the useless Meester and took her down with a chokeslam. Biel singled out Bilson and took her out with a big boot. Theron made a beeline for McAdams, who was helpless to stop the charging forearm.

Jessica and Kaley abandoned their hold on Fox, allowing Megan to drop to the floor. The two blondes tried to run, but they were double-clotheslined by Heigl. The downed Fox, meanwhile, snuck up behind Olivia Wilde and drove a fist between her legs. Once Olivia was on the mat, Megan dove on top of her.

Biel grabbed a pleading Hayden Pannettiere and stuck her head between her legs before executing a picture-perfect Bielbomb Powerbomb. Mila Kunis was the only one left standing until Charlize noticed her and grabbed her by the hair. “Well what do we have here?” she asked as Mila tried to break free. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere,” she teased as she tugged at Kunis’s dress. Before Mila knew it, she was down to her underwear, and completely helpless.

Hewitt and Cuthbert were left alone by the three-headed monster, as their actions were of no consequence. Elisha was now riding Kristen’s trapped face, hoping to achieve her orgasm and get while the getting was good.

Hewitt had released her breast smother and was now toying with Swift. She would lean down and lightly smack Taylor in the face with her breasts before pressing them back into her face again. “So since no one’s been able to get their hands on you, you’re still a little humiliation virgin. Let’s see if we can’t fix that.” Jen reached down and undid Taylor’s bra before easily removing the garment. Swift began to cry as her breasts were now on full display. Her tears soon turned to wails as Hewitt sunk her nails into the tender flesh, mauling Taylor’s pert boobs.

In the ring, the systematic destruction of the jobbers was continuing. Kunis was stripped naked and powerbombed into dreamland. Bilson and Meester were both also nude and out cold, with Theron taking extra care to stack them on top of one another in a 69 position.

Heigl had pinned down both Simpson and Cuoco, leaning one knee into each of their stomachs. “So, you’re both pretty helpless right now. I mean, you could fight back, but that would only end in a lot of pain for you. I tell you what, let’s skip all that and go right to the humiliation, okay?” Too afraid of what might happen to them, Kaley and Jessica both nodded their heads in shameful agreement.

Jessica Biel had no intention of allowing her victims to escape the pain part of the exercise. She stripped Rachel down to her panties before hanging her off of the top turnbuckle in a cruel wedgie. McAdams was trapped like a human piñata, her every move driving her underwear further and further up her crotch. Biel then took a sniveling Hayden and ripped off her clothes but leaving her in her bra and panties. Jessica then stood over the crawling girl and grabbed her by the straps of her bra and the waist of her underwear and lifted her off the ground like a piece of luggage. Biel paraded the blonde around the ring as she cried in pain. The cups of the bra were digging into her tender breasts while the panties were wedging themselves deeper into her vagina. Once Biel had made her way around the ring, she kicked Hayden in the stomach and dropped her to the mat.

Olivia and Megan were now engaging in a full-on catfight, with each girl rolling around on the ground. Fox had been fairly successful in stripping Wilde nude, and now their tanned bodies were tangled in the heat of battle.

Cuthbert finished her facesit on Stewart with a powerful orgasm before rolling off of the girl. Elisha then hopped the railing and made her way through the fans, wanting no part of the destruction the other jobbers were enduring.

Jennifer Love Hewitt was enjoying her torture of Taylor Swift. Swift’s tender nipples were now bright red from the abuse, as Love was now pinching them between her thumb and forefinger. “I think it’s time we free you from those cumbersome panties.”

“No…please…stop…we had a deal…”

“We did, but virginal pussy always beats a deal. Welcome to the world of being a jobber, Taylor,” Jen teased as she slid her hand down Swift’s flat stomach, stopping as soon as she felt the cotton underwear. “Look what I found,” she said as she slid her hand under the waistband, feeling for the first time Swift’s neatly groomed pubic hair.

“Please stop…please…”

“Where would the fun in that be,” she replied as she now inserted her finger into Swift’s vagina. “It’s a shame you’re not even a little bit wet, because this must really hurt,” Jen teased as she began her exploration of Swift’s pussy.

In the ring, the chaos was finally slowing down. All of the girls were lying in various states of defenselessness, with the exception of Cuoco, Simpson and Pannettiere. Jen had Hayden in a leg scissor, enjoying the squeals and moans she would make as Biel tightened her grip. Kat still had Kaley and Jessica pinned down, debating how she could best enjoy her situation. Charlize was examining the unconscious women, thinking about which one she wants to sit on like a kid in a candy story.

“So I think I got it,” Katherine said. “I wanna see you two kiss. That’s it. Just one simple kiss.” Cuoco and Simpson both nodded in agreement as they turned their heads to one another. The humiliated blondes leaned in and pressed their lips together, hoping that this would end their torture.

“Wait, hold on, my bad. I meant topless.” Kat slid back, placing her knees on each of the girl’s crotches as a reminder of what might happen. Kaley and Jessica removed their tops, leaving them in their bras. “Take off each other’s,” she said, directing traffic. Cuoco and Simpsons each removed the other’s, exposing their nude tits to the world.

“Alright, now kiss.” Kaley and Jessica leaned in and began kissing once again. “Tongues, ladies, tongues.” Simpson and Cuoco acquiesced as their tongues entered each other’s mouths.

Kat was beginning to enjoy her position of dominance, so much so that she needed a release and needed one soon. Heigl reached up and grabbed one of Kaley’s breasts and one of Jessica’s breasts, engaging in her own erotic compare-contrast.

Biel had grown tired of torturing Hayden, so she released her old. Looking over at the show that Heigl had, Jessica decided that she might as well move to the inevitable conclusion. Biel stripped Pannettiere of her bra and panties, pleased that the blonde didn’t even put up a fight. Jessica then threw her onto her back and pinned her down with her knees. “Well, I’m going to sit on your slutty little cheerleader face. Lick, don’t lick, it’s all the same. I’m going to get what I want either way.”

Charlize had made her selection from the remaining contestants, deciding on Mila’s pouty lips. She dragged Kunis to the center of the ring and pinned her down next to Biel. “So is that all of them?” Theron asked.

Jessica looked around and nodded. Every one of the first round winners were accounted for and about to be humiliated, with the exception of Cuthbert and Hewitt.

Heigl abandoned her breast fondling session and grabbed onto each of her blonde captive’s tresses. “Okay, so here’s the deal. I’ve got to sit on one of your faces. I’ll let you two decide who it’s going to be.” Katherine stood up and got off of the stunned women, who paused for a moment before jumping at one another. An impatient Theron and Biel both gave Kat a look of frustration, as they were waiting for her to join. “In a minute, they’re working it out.”

Megan and Olivia were still jockeying for position, with neither able to achieve dominance. Their back and forth brawl had led them up to the ramp right near the curtain. Suddenly, the curtain pulled open, and both girls stopped their fighting when they saw who walked out.

Angelina Jolie.

The two women were frozen in awe as their idol stepped out into the arena, dressed in a black leather bra and matching thong. While the outfit was similar to what Megan Fox wore in the earlier rounds, it was clear that Fox was a pale imitation.

“So you two are the women who have been going around proclaiming to be the next me? Well by all means, show me what you’ve got.”

In the ring, Charlie and Jessica impatiently watched as Simpson and Cuoco fought over who was not going to be trapped under Heigl. “Come on already,” the champ wined. “As soon as Jolie’s done up there, she’s going to try and ruin our fun.”

“Sigh, fine,” Kat said. She grabbed Simpson and Cuoco by the hair, holding each girl at her mercy. Heigl then passionately kissed Jessica Simpson. She broke her kiss and then kissed Kaley. “Ugh, I can’t choose. Fuck it, I’ll take both,” she said as she wrapped her hands around each of their necks. Then, in an impressive showing of strength, Heigl hoisted both girls up and chokeslammed them down to the mat.

Kat then stripped both of them of their remaining garments, ensuring that now all of the participants in the tournament were nude. Heigl then grabbed Jessica Simpson and laid her down next to Kunis.

“Shall we?” Heigl asked as all three women slid forward. Unfortunately for Hayden and Mila, they were still conscious throughout this whole proceeding. The three women worked their magic as they all executed perfect facesits, pumping and thrusting onto their victims.

Charlize pulled ahead, as Mila and her pillow lips were making for excellent friction. “Oh…looks like I picked a winner,” she said as she mashed her aching womanhood against the petite brunette.

Jessica was also getting close, thanks to the submissive tongue of Hayden Pannettiere. “Really? Is your little loser using tongue? Mine is…ooh…” Biel replied before returning her focus to the cute girl between her legs.

Katherine wasn’t having much luck with Simpson, who, in her unconscious state, wasn’t putting up much resistance. “Fuck, mine’s broken.” Just then, Heigl noticed that Kaley began to stir. “Perfect,” she said as she stood up from Simpson and planted her already soaked pussy onto Cuoco’s upturned face.

“MMMpphhh…” she moaned as her mouth was now covered by Katherine’s sex.

“Oh yeah, it’s so much more fun when they’re awake and squirming.” The three women were all now pumping and grinding, scrubbing every inch of their captured prey’s faces.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Charlize breathlessly shouted before exploding all over Kunis’s face.

“Mmmmm…mmee….too…” Biel followed as she let out a rapturous howl.

“Well I guess I’m last,” Heigl said as she doubled her efforts, humping and thrusting her body into a rhythm on Cuoco’s cute features. “Come on…come on…oh…oooh…oooohhh!” Heigl yelled as she finally joined her comrades in ecstasy.

On the ramp, Angelina watched as her fellow competitors achieved their desired goals. She then looked down at Megan and Olivia, who were rolling around on the mat. “Oh for fuck’s sake, let’s do this right, shall we?” she said as she grabbed each girl by the hair. Jolie then dragged the protesting young women down the ramp and threw them into the ring. “Well ladies, now that you’ve had your fun, I think it’s time that I had mine.” Biel, Heigl and Theron all gave a nod as they dismounted off of their individual jobber and rolled out of the ring.

“Now, you two little clones think that you’re actually as good as I am?” Angelina scolded. “I doubt that very much.” Olivia and Megan gave each other a look before realizing that they were outmatched on their own. Wilde was the first one to move, lunging forward at Angelina. Megan followed, pinning Jolie’s legs down.

Olivia grabbed Angelina’s arms and held them over her head, while Fox secured Jolie’s ankles. “Oh, good show,” the trapped woman said, “but it’s not even close to good enough.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Olivia yelled. “We’re sick and tired of living in your shadow. We want to be our own women, and the only way that’s going to happen is to end you.”

“Fine, have it your way,” Angelina replied. She then bent her knee and with a forceful kick, knocked Megan away from her legs. Once they were liberated, Angelina swung them backwards, kicking Wilde in the head.

Jolie then sprung to her feet as Wilde and Fox were now on their backs in pain. Angelina delivered a kick to Megan’s head, dropping her to the mat. She then focused her attention on Olivia. “So you thought you were going to get my throne? Oh little girl, you have a lot to learn.”

Wilde slid backward, trying to escape the oncoming Jolie. She was horrified when she reached the turnbuckle and had no where else to go. “I’m…I’m sorry…” she begged as she put her hands up in a sign of surrender.

“Do you think you’re getting off that easily?”

“Look…we were stupid…I know it….but just…it was Megan’s idea. It was all Megan’s idea. I was just trying to get some publicity, that’s all.”

Angelina looked back at the unconscious brunette and nodded in agreement. “She has been rather ubiquitous with her next-Jolie comments, hasn’t she?”

“Yes, yes she had,” the eager blonde responded.

“Alright, I will let you off easy.” Angelina hoisted Olivia to her feet. The relieved blonde took a deep breath before being caught in the face with an elbow. “And by that I mean I’m simply going to thrash you and nothing more.” Angelina followed the elbow up with a chop to the neck and a punch to the stomach, before firing off one more roundhouse kick. Olivia crumpled to the mat, her nude body on full display.

“Well that only leaves you, Miss Fox,” Jolie said as she slowly strutted towards the downed brunette. “Survival of the weakest indeed.”

On the outside, Jennifer was having her way with Taylor Swift. The Country starlet was moaning in pleasure as Hewitt was pumping her two fingers in and out of the blonde’s pussy. “Look who’s finally going to make you cum, you little slut.”

“Oh…don’t…don’t….ooooghhhhhh….” she moaned as her body finally succumbed to the assault. Hewitt, pleased with her handiwork, looked around. There were nude bodies everywhere, and in the ring, Angelina Jolie was standing over Megan Fox. Not wanting to get caught up with all of that, Love hopped the railing and fled for the exit.

“Angelina…I…I…”

“That’s Miss Jolie to you, my little Megan.” Jolie undid the clasp on her bra, freeing her magnificent tits. “Now Olivia says that this was all your bright idea. That you thought that you could call yourself the next me and that it would just magically come true? Well judging by the way you’ve handled yourself in this little tournament, I think it’s safe to say that you’ve done nothing but ruined my good name.” Jolie then reached down and slid off her black thong, letting it slowly fall to the floor. “If you claimed to be the next me and failed, then it’s clear that I’m still Angelina Jolie.”

“Yes, yes you are,” Megan nodded feverishly, terrified of what was going to happen.

“You have two choices. You can either humble yourself now or you can try and earn that title.” Megan was shocked. Could she really take down Angelina? Fox stood up and faced the nude goddess in front of her. She took one step forward to attack, but was met with a kick to the stomach. Once doubled over, her head was tucked under Angelina’s arm and she was dropped with a DDT.

“Well that didn’t last very long, did it?” Angelina then climbed on top of the naked girl, pressing her flesh against her conquest’s nude skin. “Now let me show you why you’ll never be me.”

Jolie leaned down and pressed her lips against Megan’s, locking them in a very passionate kiss. Angeline then reached down between Fox’s legs and found that her vagina was already wet. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a good sexfight. Are you up for one?”

“Uh…ugh…” was all that the groggy Fox could respond with.

“Let’s see if you can fuck better than you can fight.” Angelina slid back and locked her legs against Megan’s, positioning herself until her pussy was flush against Fox’s. “Oh, I love that little charge you get when they meet for the first time. Shall we?”

Megan realized what was going on, and determined to try and prove herself, she replied, “I know I can beat you at this…”

The two women began their mutual grinding, rubbing their womanhoods against one another, jockeying for dominance. Angelina was surprised at how skilled Megan’s movements were, perhaps almost feeling a bit of respect. “Oh, you feel wonderful. But I know what’s going on inside that tight little body of yours, Megan. You can feel the orgasm building,” she slammed down hard, “building,” harder, “building”, even harder, “until you just want to explode. Until every thrust feels like a bolt of lightning.”

Megan couldn’t lie. Every move that Angelina did was driving her crazy. The experienced Jolie had her completely at her mercy, and she knew it. Looking for desperate measures, Fox grabbed Angelina’s wrist and began pulling her closer, hoping to get an advantage.

“Oh, don’t try the rough stuff with me, little girl. I’ve got you right where I want you, and you wouldn’t want to piss me off.” Angeline reached up and yanked at Megan’s breast, using her fine skills to twist and pull the trapped nipple. “I bet you’re the kind of girl who loves a little pain anyway.”

“I can if youuuu….ugh…” Megan’s threat was quelled as she started to feel the orgasm build. Jolie had now switched tactics and was forcefully slamming herself into Fox. The weaker girl had no way of defending herself, and she was now at Angelina’s mercy. And Jolie knew it.

“I want you to beg me to let you cum,” she said as she continued her thrusting.

“Oh please…please let me cum…” the exhausted Fox pleaded.

“Not good enough. Beg.”

“Please! Please make me cum! You are the winner and I’m the loser. I’ll do whatever you want! Just let me cum!”

“Anything? I like that offer. Fine, enjoy your moment you little whore.” Jolie then barreled down, gyrating her hips at a rapid pace until Megan could take no more. Her body erupted in a thunderous orgasm, signaling her final defeat. Angelina immediately pulled away, showing the kind of restraint that Megan had yet to learn. “Now, I think someone owes me…anything my heart desires.”

The tired and humiliated Fox dropped her head. “Whatever you would like…”

“Mistress.”

“Mis…mistress.”

Angelina grabbed at her new toy, pawing at Fox’s breasts and squeezing her ass. “Oh you’ll do nicely. Now there are so many things I want to do to you, the weakest of the pack. But for now, let me just have you show all of these nice people just who is in control.” Angelina then bent over, pressing her tanned ass in Megan’s face. “I think a little lip service is in order.” The humiliated Fox puckered up and pressed her lips against Angelina’s butt, kissing at her new owner’s exposed skin. Jolie then sat on the mat and spread her legs, a clear sign to Megan what her next task would be.

The humiliated Fox crawled on her hands and knees towards Angelina’s waiting pussy as tears began to form in her eyes. She truly was the loser of this tournament, and that comes with a heavy price.

“Mmm…finish the job you started,” Angelina commanded as Megan went to work, licking away at Jolie’s pussy. “Oh, that feels good. You should get used to that, loser. Mmm…mmm…mmm…” Angelina then began rubbing her sex against Fox’s face, undulating against Fox’s soft features. Then, Jolie’s trademark lips separated as she let out a very satisfied moan. Her orgasm was intense and well earned, as she was the true architect of this entire event. She was on a quest to find the weakest and make the girl her own. And she did.

Megan Fox: winner of Survival of the Weakest.