Survival of the Weakest Tournament: Round One

{Editor's Note: I wrote this based on voting from another site. While I don't personally agree with all of the outcomes, I tried my best to make the matches fun. Kim and Ginny, please feel free to upload these stories to your site, which is still the best source on the Internet for quality work!}
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 na?ve 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 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.?

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.

Hey Everyone,
I haven't written a story in years so it took a little getting used to getting back on the horse, so I hope everyone enjoys. Please feel free to comment (good, bad, indifferent) and I also took the liberty of setting up a Twitter account Canadian Lou (canadianlou) on Twitter and I hope if you have Twitter that you'll take a moment to follow me (since I just set up the account and have 0 followers). You can also message me directly from there if you so wish.
Cheers,
Canadian Lou

A great return to form--a little rust to shake off, but otherwise no real misstep.

Don't stop now--finish the tournament!

Very entertaining! You obviously put a lot of work into this and it shows! :2thumbsup:

love the concept of losers moving on, i only wish the loser had to face Beil and Heigel over and over. sorry to see that jenny love did not get a chance to enjoy her victory and i was hoping mila would have lost but seeing amanda bynes on the losing end was fun. i wonder if megan fox is pissed off enough at her loss to punish her next opponent.

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Originally Posted by richy14

love the concept of losers moving on, i only wish the loser had to face Beil and Heigel over and over. sorry to see that jenny love did not get a chance to enjoy her victory and i was hoping mila would have lost but seeing amanda bynes on the losing end was fun. i wonder if megan fox is pissed off enough at her loss to punish her next opponent.

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So does the queen of tattoos (a.k.a. Megan Fox) sport a permanent list of all the girls that have beaten her up?

wow, this is simply wonderful, lou! great entertaining writing with humour and lots of exciting action!
thank you.
please continue!