Survival of the Weakest Tournament: Round One

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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 na?vet?, 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.?

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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.

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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.?

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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.?

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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.

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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.

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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.