Megan Fox v. Kaley Cuoco
By Canadian Lou

Kaley Cuoco has had an interesting career since her Survival of the Weakest victory over Megan Fox. Since her win, Kaley was offered multiple higher profile matches, a position she wasn’t used to since before her newfound notoriety. While she has subsequently proven that her win wasn’t a fluke, she has yet to find another signature win and the best she could do to parlay her success was a role in the family film “Hop”.

When she was contacted about participating in the exhibition, Cuoco was convinced that she was being looked at for a major slot in an upcoming card. She figured she was going to be paired off against some creampuff and be allowed to demonstrate her dominance.

No one told her that she was, in fact, the creampuff.

Megan Fox’s quest to return to legitimacy has not been an easy one. Her horrid display in the Survival of the Weakest tournament has led people to speculate that the promoters may never be able to run the event again, as it did irreparable damage to Fox’s white hot career. Since her loss and the subsequent box office disappointments, Megan has redoubled her efforts into training. In her first match back from a self-imposed exile, she dominated and destroyed Emma Watson, silencing her critics who felt she was unable to “close” in a fight. Now, with an anticipated match with Olivia Wilde on the horizon, Megan had but one more monkey to get off of her back…Kaley Cuoco.

Kaley stood behind the curtain unaware of who her opponent was. She was instructed when to head out to the ring, and that her opponent would meet her once she was out there. Cuoco walked through the curtain in her pink wrestling gear, which consisted of a pink bikini-style top and matching briefs. She headed towards the simple ring, taking note of the cameras and the bare walls. Kaley was focused on the ring in front of her, and nothing more.

Megan Fox, meanwhile, had gotten wind earlier in the day of who her opponent was. She could not believe she was going to get a chance to get revenge on the woman who delivered Fox’s first humiliating loss, and she was going to be damned if she was going to wait.

With lightning speed, Megan charged out of the curtain, brushing past the staff members who tried to hold her back. She ran behind Kaley and delivered a lighting-fast kick between Cuoco’s legs. The stunned blonde dropped to the floor in pain, unaware of who or what had just happened.

Megan grabbed Cuoco off of the arena floor by her hair and flung her unceremoniously into the ring. She followed quickly after, slithering under the bottom rope in her patented leather thong bikini. Fox was out for revenge, and she was going to take it by any means necessary.

The hurt blonde was hauled to her feet again before being launched shoulder-first into the steel ringpost. Kaley’s shoulder collided with the unforgiving post with a loud thwack, causing severe damage to her arm. She laid dangling for a moment before collapsing again to the mat. And there, resting on the other turnbuckle with a malicious grin, was Megan Fox.

The look of terror in Kaley’s kewpie-doll eyes was unmistakable, as she now found herself hurt and vulnerable in a ring with someone who was hell-bent on her destruction.

Kaley cowered in a ball holding her aching shoulder, knowing that she had no way now of defending herself. This wasn’t a match, it was an execution, and she was being served up on a silver platter.

Megan slowly walked towards the downed girl, rubbing her hands together with evil intentions. “Well look who it is,” she teased, “Kaley Cuoco. The girl who ‘beat me’ the last time we fought.” Megan bent down into a crouch position to make eye contact with the wounded woman. “Guess it’s only fair I get my revenge for what you did to me, right sweetie?” she asked as she brushed some of Kaley’s hair away from her eyes. Cuoco swatted at her hand, but was met with an open-handed slap to the face. “No, no, no, I’m not going to let you lay a finger on me. Not this time.”

Fox faked another slap, and when Kaley went to block it, Megan fired off a punch to Cuoco’s injured shoulder. The resonating pain was indescribable, as the predicament the blonde was in was becoming more and more clear. Fox quickly grabbed Kaley by the hair and hauled her again to her feet. Megan smirked at her handiwork before firing some quick punches to Kaley’s stomach. The dazed Cuoco couldn’t block any of them, especially with only one good arm.

Megan began to dance around the ring like Muhammad Ali, her balled up fists in the ready position. “Come on Kaley, let’s make this interesting.” The game Cuoco swung wildly and missed, clearly wincing as she threw the punch. Megan responded with a jab to her side that struck with expert precision. Kaley swung again, but Fox was easily able to duck it. She delivered an open-handed smack to Cuoco’s left breast, showing that she was content to taunt her foe. Kaley grabbed her aching boob, which opened herself up for a devious low blow.

The crotch punch connected directly with the center of Kaley’s bright pink bottoms, causing a muted “thwap” noise as Megan’s knuckles made contact with the cotton material. Megan was in pure ecstasy as Kaley’s mouth widened into an elongated “O” as her hands shot between her legs and she buckled to her knees. Her pussy was on fire from the punch, and aside from some faint groans was unable to make any actual noise.

“What do you say we end the charade and get to the fun part, my little fuck toy?” The words barely processed in Kaley’s scrambled brain, but it was unmistakable what she meant by fuck toy. The thought of being vulnerable to Megan Fox’s sick and twisted desires inspired her to fight back, but while her mind was willing, her body wasn’t. She couldn’t even lift her arms to protect herself from Fox’s impending kick, which clocked her right in the back of the head.

An explosion of sweat and blonde hair flew everywhere as Megan’s spinning kick connected with Kaley’s skull. A byproduct of Fox’s Krav Maga training, the new arsenal of weapons had easily disposed of Kaley Cuoco.

Before Kaley’s beautiful face even connected with the mat, Megan’s mind was already hard at work. During their last encounter, Megan’s sexual urges had overcome her so early that she ultimately incapacitated herself, leaving a stunned Cuoco to take advantage of the fatal mistake.

This time, Megan had ensured that Kaley was going to put up no resistance, and her plan had come to fruition. Ms. Cuoco was completely unconscious, her vulnerable body Fox’s for the taking. Just the thought of getting her greedy hands on Kaley’s tanned, nude flesh was enough for Megan to almost lose it right there. But she refused to give into her impulses until she had her fun.

Megan rolled the limp body of Kaley over and was delighted to see that the force of the blow had knocked one of Cuoco’s tits out of her top. Fox reached down and open-palm slapped the mammary, delighting in it jiggling. She looked directly into one of the cameras as she held Kaley’s lifeless body up by the hair with one hand and playfully fondled her breast with the other one.

Fox released Kaley’s hair, allowing her body to unceremoniously flop back down to the mat. She then focused her attention on Cuoco’s briefs, which seemed to puzzle the raven-haired beauty. “Who the hell wears granny panties anymore?” she asked as she grabbed Cuoco’s waistband with her hands. Then, with a mighty tug, she turned them into a modified thong, exposing Kaley’s paler backside.

The feeling of the material forcing it’s way up her most intimate parts was enough to cause Kaley to stir, which was exactly what Megan’s hopes were. “Oh good, you’re awake,” she said as she continued to tug. Megan then sprung off of Cuoco’s body and grabbed hold of the back of Kaley’s top. “So first I knocked your fat ass out, and now I’m going to leave you nude. After all, you are going to need to be in order to be a good little fuck toy.” Then, with one quick motion, she undid the clasp and stripped Kaley’s pink bikini top from her body.

Kaley instinctively covered up, even though she was still feeling cloudy. “No need for false modesty, fat ass,” Megan teased as she rolled Cuoco onto her back. Kaley, through the haze, started to formulate a response but was greeted with another stinging slap to the face. “Try not to talk, it’s not your best attribute,” Megan teased. Fox then grabbed Kaley’s wrists and began to tie the still conscious girl’s arms together. Between her injured shoulder and the result of a kick to the head, Kaley couldn’t muster up much of a defense.

With her arms bound by her own top, Kaley was a sitting duck. Megan grabbed her trapped wrists and forced her hands over her head. She was now spread out on her back with her entire body exposed. “Please…” she mumbled, realizing her predicament, “don’t…do…this.”

Megan leaned forward so that they were nose-to-nose. “You didn’t show me mercy when you sat your fat ass down on my beautiful face. You didn’t show me mercy when you tried to ruin my career. But don’t worry, it won’t be all bad,” she cooed as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on Kaley’s full, pillowy lips. Then, as if on cue, she balled up her free hand and delivered a vicious uppercut to Cuoco’s right breast.

Kaley bellowed out with a loud wail as Megan’s punch devastated her large chest. She began to sob, showing that any pretense of her being a tough fighter was just a façade. “Aw, I’m sorry fat ass, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Fox said in nearly hushed tones as she began to caress the reddened breast. “See, I’m making it all better,” she continued as she gently pawed at Kaley’s increasingly hardening nipple. Cuoco hated the fact that Megan’s fingers felt so good, knowing full well that these moments of pleasure were going to come with unexpected pain.

The referee, unaware of whether or not the match had even officially started, stared helplessly as the trapped Kaley was being slowly tortured by the cruel Megan Fox. He simply stood there transfixed as Megan’s gentle caressing quickly turned into a cruel breast claw, her fingers digging deep into Kaley’s soft, pale tits. The trapped blonde cried out in pain, begging the referee to help her. But he had his orders. He wasn’t to stop the match until the winner was satisfied. All he could do was watch and wait for Megan’s cruel games to conclude.

Megan placed her hand flat on Kaley’s stomach, pressing firmly against her soft tummy. “So, fat ass, how badly do you wish that you didn’t sit on my face?” She then slowly slid her hand down towards Kaley’s briefs, moving inch by agonizing inch as she stared deeply into Cuoco’s tear-stained eyes. “You just couldn’t resist, could you?”

“I’m sorry,” Kaley weakly whined, knowing that the apology wouldn’t yield her any mercy. “Please…just leave me alone. There’s no one here. Don’t…don’t hurt me anymore.”

“But there are cameras. Cameras that will let me relive every single moment of this, just like I’m sure you did. I bet you sat there in your loser TV-money apartment and put in the DVD,” her hand now rested just at the waistband, fingers tracing the lining. “I bet you and the other homely little TV losers all sat there in your fat girl sweats and laughed at my expense. Then, when no one was watching, you probably slid your hand like this down…down…down” she began to whisper as her hand slid into Kaley’s briefs, lightly grazing her well-trimmed pubic mound. “Oh, I know you laid there in your fat girl pants and you slowly…rubbed…and…caressed…” Megan’s teasing whispers became a narration, as she expertly began to probe the increasingly moist pussy.

“You probably creamed your panties every time you saw my beautiful nose wedged up your fat, cottage-cheesed ass, didn’t you?” Megan asked as her probing turned into more forceful rubbing. “I want to see it now. I want to see you writhe and shiver because of me. I want to see your chubby little cheeks redden and your freak lips scream out. You’re my little fuck toy now, and I can make you do whatever I want!” Megan was now violently slamming two fingers in and out of Kaley’s pussy, disregarding the fact that it was causing a great deal of discomfort to the trapped blonde. Cuoco tried to wiggle free, but her bound arms were pinned down and her legs couldn’t reach her attacker.

“I can’t believe how wet you are!” Megan mocked. She pulled out her hand from Kaley’s shorts and rubbed the glistening moisture all over Cuoco’s protesting face. “Come on, beg me to finish you off. You know you want me to.”

The humiliated Cuoco spat at Megan. “Fuck you! I still owned you and you had to cheat to beat me. You’re nothing, and I’m glad I killed your career!” This newfound defiance was a way for Kaley to mask the fact that Fox’s abrupt stoppage of her fingering had left the blonde sexually frustrated.

Megan smiled at Kaley’s defiance, and in a cat-like motion, leaped onto Kaley’s stomach. Fox used both of her arms to hold Kaley’s bound wrists as her naval hovered mere inches from Cuoco’s face. “I was going to let you finish, but I know you’ll enjoy it too much. Besides, I think I owe you a little something in return…”

Fox brushed her thong to the side, exposing her already soaked and shaved vagina. She then hovered it a few inches from Kaley’s face, letting Cuoco stare deeply into her impending fate. All the blonde could do was look in fear before Megan’s pussy mashed into her features. The moist pink region ground into Kaley’s lips and nose, engulfing her in the brunette’s sex.

Not wanting to waste any time, Megan began to vigorously hump the trapped blonde’s head. The newly disciplined Fox knew when it was time to work and when it was time to play, and it was now finally time for her to claim her victory. She let go of Kaley’s arms and used her hands to cup the back of Cuoco’s head, further jamming it into her aroused pussy.

She was lost in a sea of ecstasy. Had she had her faculties about her, she would have used her new seat of power to mock her upcoming foe or, at the very least, continue her smack talk to Kaley. Instead, her primal urges took over and she gave herself fully to the task at hand.

Megan reached one hand back to Kaley’s exposed tits and groped at them with uninhibited glee. She crushed and squeezed the gentle flesh, using it to further heighten her impending release. “Ooh…ooh…oooh!” she yelled as she felt it coming closer and closer. Cuoco, who had passed out from the lack of oxygen, was nothing more than a glorified humping post, and Megan was taking full advantage. Finally, Megan bit her lip before exploding in a rapturous orgasm all over her vanquished foe.

The starry-eyed Fox rolled off of her dazed opponent as the after-effects of her stimulation washed over her body. She stared down at the cum-soaked face of Kaley and smiled, until she noticed that Cuoco was still wearing her pink bottoms. On shaky knees, Megan gingerly walked over and, with a mighty tug, yanked off the still wedged briefs. She used the material to wipe away excess fluids from her still exposed vagina, giving a look of mock embarrassment when she realized she was still exposed. Then, she took the soiled pink ball of cloth and stuffed it into the dozing Cuoco’s mouth.

And with a quick kiss and wave to the camera, Megan sauntered to the locker-room, invigorated that she had gotten her revenge…and so much more.