Not wasting any time, Emma used her foot to roll Kristen onto her back and then straddled her slim waist, using her knees to pin Kristen's arms to the mat. Unfortunately for Emma, she didn't keep her position for long because Kristen planted her feet and bridged up, throwing Stone off of her perch. What followed was several minutes of slapping, scratching, and hair-pulling. The two petite girls rolled all over the ring, with each of them spending a fair amount of time in the dominant top position.
Eventually, the two exhausted beauties shoved themselves apart and stared hate-filled daggers at one another while they brushed their hair out of their faces. Chests heaving, sweat running down their bodies, both women knew they had very little left in the tank, although neither would admit it.
Taking a deep breath, Emma was the first to engage and started making her toward Kristen, who had taken a defensive stance. Emma feinted a left punch and then put everything she had left into a looping right hand. She underestimated just how exhausted she was though, and Kristen was able to dodge the slow blow. All of the effort that Emma put into the punch caused her to awkwardly spin 180 when her fist missed it's mark.
Taking advantage of her opponent's mistake, Kristen jumped on Emma's back and rode her down to the mat. Emma wasn't quite done yet, however, and managed to roll over so she was on top of Kristen. Emma attempted to roll clear of Kristen, but found she trapped by the brunette's strong thighs, which she had wrapped around Emma's waist. Emma had only a fraction of a moment to contemplate her situation before Kristen flexed her thighs and began methodically crushing Emma's ribs. Emma screamed in absolute agony and tried desperately to force Stewart's legs open but Kristen put an end to that when she secured Emma's arms between their sweat-slicked bodies with a haphazard chicken-wing.
Knowing her victory was all but assured, Kristen decided to taunt the rapidly fading woman on top of her. "What's the matter Emma? Are my legs making you uncomfortable? Do you wanna quit? I think you wanna quit."
"... f-fuck ..hngg.. you." Emma was barely able to get the words out and ultimately realized she was finished. "O..K, you.. y-you win. I qu..-it."
"That's my girl." Kristen replied as she released Emma from her scissors and rolled the sputtering, wheezing loser off of her. Emma just lay on her back, gasping for breath.
"Ah-hem." Kristen cleared her throat, trying to get Emma's attention. "Since my exquisite legs forced you to quit, you need to show them the respect they deserve."
"Wh-cough-what do y-you mean?" Emma asked with tears welling up in her eyes.
"Kiss them." Kristen responded, coldly as she placed her hands on her hips and spread her feet shoulder width apart. "From my ankles to my thighs."
"What?!" Emma exclaimed in shock. "No way!"
"Do it, or I'll strip you naked in front of the world and then wrap them around your head until you're unconscious."
Swallowing hard, Emma chose what she believed the lesser of two humiliations and agreed. "OK." she replied, trying, and failing to hold back a sob. Emma slowly crawled toward where Kristen was standing, and not wanting to be further humiliated, she began kissing Kristen's left leg. She slowly trailed her way up Kristen's smooth leg, worshiping her porcelain skin. Finally reaching the brunette's crotch, Emma started her work on Kristen's right leg and repeated the process.
When Emma reached her crotch a second time, Kristen patted the top of Emma's head and told her what a good girl she was. Emma sighed in relief as her humiliation was finally over, but then she felt Kristen yank on her hair and force her to look up at Kristen's face. A moment later, Stewart's knee CRACKED into her chin, knocking Emma unconscious instantly. "Night, night, bitch."
Kristen came into the fight with a +4 advantage in stats (meaning Emma needed to win the poll by more than 4 votes) Kristen won by a 4 vote margin.
At the sound of the bell, Blake and Natalie began circling each other, both of them hesitant to make the first move. Lively eventually decided to end the stalemate and attempted to shoot for Natalie's legs in an attempt at taking the brunette to the mat. Natalie was a bit too quick, however, and the blonde wound up with a face full of canvas instead. With her opponent down on the mat, Natalie went for some stomps to soften the blonde up. Blake had other ideas however, and caught Natalie's foot just before it connected with her chest.
Her first take-down attempt may have failed, but with control of the brunette's foot, Blake made sure her second attempt was successful as she pulled Natalie down to her level. Now that she had Natalie where she wanted her, Blake put her superior grappling skills to use, bending, stretching, and squeezing the stubborn brunette in every way imaginable. Natalie was completely out of her element as Blake had her way with her.
Natalie was much tougher than the blonde gave her credit for and no matter what hold Blake put her in, Portman refused to submit. Eventually Natalie managed to find her footing and regain a standing position. Blake was forced to get to her feet as well where she immediately assaulted by Natalie's fast-flying, furious fists. The blonde's face was turned this way and that as Natalie picked her apart. Blake brought her fists up in an attempt at defense, but Natalie ripped a chin-splitting uppercut between the blonde's hands that lifted Blake off her feet and deposited her flat on her back.
Thinking the fight is over, Natalie raises her fists over her head and drinks in the crowd's adulation. Unbeknownst to her, however, is that Blake wasn't knocked out and is now getting to her feet behind her. With Natalie celebrating by raising her arms, she's ripe for Blake putting her in a full nelson, which the blonde does, effortlessly. Natalie quickly realizes her fatal mistake and a sense of dread overwhelms her.
With a full nelson secured, Blake falls back to the mat, bringing Natalie with her. With the brunette helpless on top of her, Blake brings her legs up around Natalie's waist and puts her feet on the inside of Portman's thighs. Her feet in position, Blake pushes them outward, forcing Natalie's legs to to spread to an unnatural, and very painful, angle. And Blake just kept forcing them further and further apart until Natalie could feel the muscles in her thighs stretching to their breaking point. At the same time, Blake's full nelson was setting her shoulder muscles on fire.
Natalie's whole body was in complete agony and she finally broke, blubbering some semblance of a surrender. Hearing the brunette's submission, Blake released the full nelson and reverse-grapevine, but replaced them with a choke-hold and waist-scissors. Seconds later, Natalie was unconscious and drooling on Blake's tits.
Blake had a +2 stat advantage and stayed ahead in the poll throughout, although a late surge by Portman kept the final result fairly close.
At the sound of the bell, Olivia charged across the ring toward an unsuspecting Mila. Before she fully realized what was transpiring, Olivia's unforgiving shoulder slammed into her belly and drove the rest of her body HARD into the turnbuckle. While Mila was coughing up all of the air that had previously been in her lungs, Olivia bent down and lifted Mila up onto her shoulder; she didn't keep her there for long as she gripped the back of Kunis' thighs and slammed her back down into the mat, driving out any remaining oxygen that was left in her lungs.
Mila was in bad shape, moaning and gasping and shuffling in agony on the mat and Munn was loving it. Olivia just licked her lips as she went to work and proceeded to use the smaller brunette as a living, breathing rag-doll. Olivia picked up and slammed Mila all over the ring; rudely introducing Kunis' fragile body into every square inch of the mat... when she wasn't forcing Mila's body into intolerably painful submission holds.
In the end, Mila found herself on her back with her arms and legs pinned to the mat by the stronger woman, looking up into Oliva Munn's smug face. "So... do you submit?" Olivia asked.
The words were toxic to her ears, but she knew if she refused, Olivia would continue her torturous assault... Ultimately, Mila finally swallowed her pride and admitted, "...yes... [sob] ju-...[sob] just...pleas lemme go.."
"Awww, of course, babe." Olivia replied as she rose to her feet, but not without first giving Mila one final SLAP across her face. As the bell rang to signify the end of the match, Olivia raised her hands over her head and took in the cheers of the crowd while Mila brought her hands up to her face to try and hide her shame at being completely dominated in this fight.
Before Olivia left the ring, she took one last look at the pathetic, sobbing Kunis and thought better of just leaving her there to her own devices. She quickly turned on her heel and made her way back to the sobbing prostrate woman. Olivia knelt down beside her and brushed her hands away from her face, "Since you're crying like a baby, it's only right to treat you like one!"
Confused, Mila stopped babbling and looked up at the woman who had just kicked her ass all over the ring minutes before. Not saying a word, Olivia turned Mila over and draper her over an outstretched knee. Looking out at the audience, Olivia slowly peeled down Mila's bottoms, exposing her bare ass to the world, which only made Kunis feel more humiliated. With Mila's ass exposed, Olivia dramatically licked her palm before delivering a devastating SMACK to Mila's ass. Followed by another, and another, and another, and several more, until Mila's tears had made a puddle on the mat. Only then did Olivia unceremoniously force Mila's body off of her knee with a derisive shove.
Olivia then posed over her outmatched rival by placing the ball of her foot on Mila's breasts and flexing her arms for all of the cameras to capture. Her point made, Olivia left the completely decimated body of Mila Kunis in the ring to cry until she's helped out.
Olivia only had a +2 advantage in stats, but she totally dominated Mila in the fight poll 84%-16%.
Katy and Kaley stared each other down before the match began, with Katy running her fingers seductively down her cleavage while licking her lips. Kaley just rolled her eyes in response at Katy's attempt to intimidate her. The bell rang and Katy charged toward Kaley; Kaley side-stepped the charging Katy and stuck her foot out, tripping the brunette face first into the corner. Kaley peeled the stunned singer out of the corner and dropped her to her hands and knees with a quick kick to Katy's left thigh.
Kaley quickly took advantage of her downed foe and leapt on top of her, straddling Katy's waist. unfortunately for the blonde, this was Katy's terrain and she quickly reversed positions with the blonde, straddling her waist and pinning her wrists to the mat. Going for her signature move, Katy dropped her massive breasts over Kaley's helpless face, hoping to bring a quick end to the match with a breast smother knock out. Katy's breasts easily enveloped the blonde's face, and then some, which brought a bright, beaming smile to her face as she looked out at the very approving crowd.
Katy's beaming smile quickly evaporated into a horrified pained expression of shock and anguish when Kaley sunk her teeth into Katy's soft titflesh. Katy immediately released her breastsmother, and protectively clutched her wounded breast with both hands, trying to recover. Kaley took advantage of Katy's helplessness and tackled her down to the mat, taking a dominant position over her waist. "So you think your tits are the end all, be all of boobs, eh?" Kaley condescendingly asked as she pinned Katy's arms under her knees.
With Katy helpless beneath her, Kaley decided to show her just how insignificant her boobs were. "Your tits are nothing special, you twat." With that, Kaley leaned down and coverd Katy's face with her smaller breasts. Shimmying her shoulders, Kaley forced Katy's face into her cleavage and began smothering the singer out. It didn't take long for Katy to finally lose conciousness and when she did, Kaley made a big show of how her tits overcame Katy's substantially larger ones and knocked her out.
Kaley had a +3 stat advantage and after falling behind early in the fight poll, eventually came back to win by 4 votes.
The bell rang and the more athletic Olivia quickly bounced toward the busty blonde with her fists raised. Before Olivia was able to throw her first punch, Scarlett managed to grab hold of her leg and knock her down to the mat. Scarlett took immediate advantage by laying herself on top of Olivia, immobolizing her legs with a grapevine and held her arms down above her head.
Scarlett simply used her body weight to wear the other woman down, her heavy breasts pancaking Olivia's smaller pair against her chest. Adding to Olivia's torment, the blonde raised her crotch up and brought it down heavily into Wilde's taut stomach. Olivia struggled violently, but Scarlett was just too strong and wouldn't budge.
Feeling she had sufficently worn Olivia down, Scarlett released Wilde's legs and straddled her waist, leaning over top of her to keep Olivia's arms pinned to the mat. In desperation, Olivia took to some dirty tactics and spat up into Scarlett's face. Shocked and disgusted, the blonde leaned back and wiped her face to clear it of Olivia's saliva. This was just the reaction the trapped woman hoped for and she took advantage by slamming her knee into Scarlett's back. Johansson then fell forward, right into two quick face punches from Olivia.
Now it was Olivia's turn to go on offense and she did so by dragging the blonde up to her feet and rocking her face with blow after blow until Scarlett was trapped in the corner. Scarlett attempted to defend herself, bringing her arms up to protect her head from Wilde's fury. With the blonde's head protected, Olivia went to work on Scarlett's soft belly, bouncing her backside against the turnbuckle. Wilting under Olivia's barrage, Scarlett began to sink down to the mat.
"Pathetic." Olivia stated as she looked down at the disheveled blonde, who was barely holding herself up by hanging on to the top rope.
When she heard Olivia's insult, something snapped inside the blonde, and she became enraged. With hate in her eyes, Scarlett grabbed Olivia around the waist and spun her around so that she was now in the corner. Grabbing the ropes on either side of Oliva, Scarlett leaned back and then slammed her body into Wilde's lean frame. Johansson repeated the move several times until Olivia hung limp in the corner, her head bowed with sweat-soaked hair covering her face. Seeing the result of her handiwork, Scarlett smiled smugly and wrapped her fist in Olivia's matted hair, forcing eye contact.
"Any last words, Olivia?" Scarlett mockingly asked.
"...fuck off." Wilde replied.
Without another word Scarlett leaned forward and forced Olivia's face into her cleavage. Backing Olivia up further, Johansson used the top turnbuckle to hold the trapped woman's head in place and really leaned into her. Olivia tried pushing Scarlett away from her, but the blonde wasn't having any of it and forced her body hard into Olivia's, riding out her thrashing until her struggles slowed to weakly pawing at the blonde's back. Olivia's legs eventually gave way but Scarlett kept her smother on and followed Wilde to the canvas.
Beaming a thousand watt smile, Scarlett felt Olivia's body give a shudder and then go completely limp. Holding the smother for a few seconds longer, Scarlett finally releases Olivia from her clutches and sits up. Cupping her breasts for a job well done, Scarlett snidely pushes Olivia's sleeping face and uses it as a prop to get to her feet.
Olivia had a +2 stat advantage and Scarlett won by 3 votes, making Johansson the winner by a single vote.
Katy should have won...
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