[jart49]

Awesome....looking forwards to a great story....which is the norm from you.

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Awesome....looking forwards to a great story....which is the norm from you.

I appreciate that very much! I was worried that my stories were getting a little boring actually haha

Glad people love one-sided squash matches as much as myself!

[Jimi]

I appreciate that very much! I was worried that my stories were getting a little boring actually haha

Glad people love one-sided squash matches as much as myself!

Written as well as you do, we'll take any kind of match!!

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here's some smaller squash scribblings I've had sorta laying around for a while:

Keke Palmer def. Selena Gomez




Koke held poor Gomez up high in a brutal torture rack for what was just the latest example of pure domination demonstrated by Palmer tonight. She had thoroughly wiped the floor with the visibly intimidated Selena from the opening bell onwards. Her light blue bikini wouldn't last long before being casually ripped off her puny body like her top and bottom were mere strands of string. Palmer had her squirming prey bare naked and displayed across her shoulders yanking both ends of her body grotesquely backwards. Palmer's one had was clamped around Selena's stretched out neck while the other hand was cruelly clawing Selena's spread and exposed snatch. Gomez meekly squealed and wiggled at the intense pain of her body bent backward and her crotch getting clawed.

Just before Selena would pass out from the pain and humiliation, Keke went for the grand finale. She swiftly lifted the now whimpering Gomez off her shoulders, flipped her upside down and drove the singer down headfirst to the mat for a gory piledriver-esqe slam. Gomez squashed on the mat with such force right on the back of her head that her long limp legs actually flipped and folded over her body and stayed in that mortifying position with her bare booty and spread crotch sticking right up at the arena lights. Camera phones flashed as Keke looked down on her destruction with a wicked smile and placed a foot on Selena's upturned ass for the easy 3 count victory. Gomez didn't move an inch in her stacked up and broken position so Keke kept the victory pose giving everyone in attendance plenty of time to snap some top quality last images!

Elizabeth Gillies def. Cher Lloyd & Ariana Grande: Handicap Bra & Panties Match





For all the fans of the rare but sensational occurrence of a handicap squashing of two puny jobbers, the following contest didn't disappoint. In true jobber fashion, both girls entered the ring as cocky little divas completely positive that their numerical advantage would ensure them a much needed victory in their dire match records. They failed to take into account, not only their own glaring shortcomings as fighters, but also one Elizabeth Gillies who licked her lips like a lion going for two very unfortunate deers at once. Of course, both creampuffs were quickly stripped of their scandalous attire. First was Ariana who's choice of a minuscule leather dress spelled doom for her right away and her tight thigh high boots didn't last much longer either. Cher's outfit proved to be a little more pesky to get off, but even her tight corset top would give way to Gillies' ruthlessness eventually and once that occurred her short shorts stood no chance; in an impressive display of savageness Elizabeth literally ripped Lloyd's bottoms to shreds and threw it around the ring like jobber confetti.

Gilles officially won the match already, but that wasn't enough for her. If they put her in this ridiculous match for her to make an example out of a couple cupcakes, who was she to not take advantage? After stripping both overwhelmed girls of their underwear leaving them totally naked, Gilles bodyslamed Cher down on the back and then bodyslamed Ariana on her belly but landing right atop her partner leaving the pathetic jobbers in a class 69 position. Elizabeth took her time in climbing up the turnbuckle and then, without much flash, leapt off the top rope and landing down on her stacked up victims for the frogsplash. Cher's body on the bottom of the pile was completely flattened while Ariana was squished and sandwiched in the middle with each girl's face being forced deeper into each other's exposed crotch. Gillies landed the move with perfect accuracy and force then swiveled around and sat atop her pile of losers as the ref called for the bell. The crowd rained down their cheers and applause at the impressive display of power from Gillies and the shameful display of ineptitude from Lloyd and Grande who remained piled atop of each other both in la-la land together this time.

Halston Sage def. Zoey Deutch




This was less of a professional wrestling exhibition and more so a good old-fashioned hair-tugging and dress-shredding catfight. Unfortunately for Zoey Deutch, no matter what type of fight was fought, she didn't stand much of a chance against Halston. Sage had the superior strength, stamina and stealthiness to make this match a thorough squashing in not much time.

Joey's dress was ripped off leaving her in just a lacy white pair of bra and panties as she was slammed down on her tummy and, before she could even conceive of what was happening, felt Sage sit down on her back and cup both hands under Deutch's chin. Sage leaned and yanked back with all her might bending Zoey's upper body up and back locking in a impenetrable camel clutch hold that in seconds had the screaming Deutch slamming her palm down on the mat in surrender. Feeling devilish, Halston not only kept the hold in by keeping one hand locked in on the chin but then she moved her other hand inserting a finger in Zoey's mouth yanking her trap wide open like a fishing hook was tugging at her mouth. Zoey's pleas went from screams to sheer horror with tears pouring down on her face before Halston finally released the hold letting Deutch's anguished land back down to the mat with a thud while Sage returned to her feet, rubbed her bare foot in Zoey's sobbing face and waltzed out of the ring.

Emma Roberts def. Emma Watson




It was a classic case of comeuppance. Watson looked back over her shoulder in complete humiliation and horror. How could this have happened? She was bent over a bench in the park, stripped naked and getting spanked like a child. She never thought her catty comment, that of Roberts riding on her famous aunt's coattails and being nothing more than a "sleaze born with a silver spoon her mouth", would lead to her suffering some mortifying just desserts. But then again, Watson didn't know that Roberts happened to be right behind her when she made the fateful jab that instantly set the furious Roberts in a rage she'd never quite experienced. The crowd of gathering onlookers circled around the demolishing of Watson who was completely unprepared to actually walk the walk after easily talking the talk.

Now here Emma was with her stark naked butt sticking right up in the air after trying and failing to escape this horrible predicament with an all-too-eager Roberts ready to enact some well-deserved punishment. "You want to act like a brat? Well then you'll be treated like on." Roberts coldly whispered until Watson's ear before wearing back and landing a crisp spank down on one of her tight and jiggling buttchecks that clapped throughout the park. This was the most embarrassing experience Watson has ever had. All she could do was kick her legs and squirm but Roberts easily held her bent over the bench with one hand on her back while the other hand rained spanks and slams down on Watson's defenseless derriere turning that snotty and uptight little booty from a stark white to a dark shade of red in no time. After officially reducing the stuck-up English loudmouth into a whimpering and slobbering mess; Roberts was ready for one last insult added to injury. Grabbing a big silver spoon from a nearby picnic table, Roberts bent down and held Watson's shamed face up everyone to see and then yelling "Open wide, bitch!" and shoving the silver spoon in Watson's mouth for the final humiliation. Perhaps next time people will think twice before declaring Roberts' career as a case of pure nepotism while hopefully Watson, for her own sake, can remember to keep her big mouth shut before dissing another catfighter.

[Maizenblue]

Love this thread. Wish more stories by Rodgers and Knicks would show up soon.

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Kendall Jenner vs. Taylor Swift





The arena lights deemed hovering far above the empty standard wrestling ring surrounding by a endlessly buzzing crowd. After a moment of suspenseful silence, the jagged tones and harsh rhythms of Taylor Swift's newest single blared throughout the sold-out theater.  The woman herself, appropriately dressed in scandalous pair of skimpy black undergarments masked only by a sheer coverall evening gown, appeared at the top of the ramp as the magnificent pinnacle of current pop music. The innocent country girl turned badass diva strutted down to the ring with a cold and emotionless thousand-yard stare seemingly not even noticing the hundreds of fans in attendance chanting her name and singing along to her music. Swift even nonchalantly pulled out a stick of velvet red lipstick and put some extra coating on her devilishly vibrant lips before putting it back in some pocket hidden near her tush. Swift was power and pride personified as she sternly yet respectively requested the microphone from the ring announcer. "Alight all you wanna-be’s back there..." she began while motioning towards the locker room behind the ramp entrance. "...Apparently some loudmouths out there think this new attitude of mine is all just for show. I'm here to put a rest to that talk once and for all tonight. I was challenged to this match without knowing who I was facing but I clearly need to make an example out of someone too dumb enough to be all too eager to take a bea..." when all of the sudden she got cut off by the generic model music of Kendall Jenner’s entrance theme; a nondescript piece of generic techno music.

The Kardashian bombshell emerged with hands on her hips and a snarky smirk on her face while the crowd rained down boo's and jeers. Jenner merely flicked her hand at the relentless audience; even flipping some of them the middle finger as she got closer to the ring. Jenner entered the ring via bending in-between the middle ring rope, purposely sticking out her tight butt atop her mile-long legs for an extra few seconds until marching right up to Taylor and yanking the microphone out of the already growingly annoyed blonde. "Pssh you think you're hot shit Swifty??" Jenner began berating. "That diss track intended towards my sister’s husband, if you even want to call it that instead of a nursery rhyme, is such a joke! You're just mad because you got exposed for the sneak you are! And all of you people are blind sheep followers!" Jenner then targeting her rant towards the taunting audience who became chanting "SLUT" after every word Kendall said. “It’s just downright sad that they chose to praise a talentless, ditzy butter-faced hack! Like you even call yourself an artis…” Jenner got cut off just before she could finish the word when Taylor finally had enough of this mouthy brat and kicked her in the stomach bending her over in pain and causing her to drop the microphone to the mat as the crowd roared in approval of shutting Kendall’s big spoiled mouth up hard. Swift grabbed onto her leaning forward head and began driving Kendell’s noggin until her knee like she was tying to crack open a coconut; the audience gleefully counting in unison with each blow. Jenner’s long limbs comically flopped up and down as her brain, her very tiny brain, was suddenly being mashed into mush.

After the tenth face smash, Taylor maintained complete control of the already whimpering Jenner and catapulted her shoulder first into one of the turnbuckle poles. The smack of Kendall’s shoulder battering into the post echoed throughout the arena. Still not letting go of her squirming fresh prey, Swift then twirled Jenner around and slammed her face first into the mat like a sack of garbage. Taylor planted her foot on Kendell’s soft back, right along her spine, and bent down to grip both her hands with a fistful of Jenner’s luscious black locks and yank her head up and back stretching her neck out like a rag. A full on crowd-pleasing squash match was officially happening. After a few seconds of simple hair-tugging and backbending torture, Taylor gracefully released the hold for a second only to come crashing down on Jenner’s upper back for an elbow drop. As soon as Swift’s driving elbow dived into Kendall’s exposed spine, Taylor remained atop her groaning Jenner and wrapped both hands and wrists around her squealing face and yanked back with all her might locking in a picture-perfect Crossface submission. In a pathetic display, Kendall immediately began tapping out in sheer panic and desperation to make this nightmare end. She was already overwhelmed and she couldn’t handle even a few seconds of her neck being ripped backward. Taylor Swift had officially won the match just like that, but she wasn’t about to let Kendall off the hook anytime soon. She came out here tonight to make an example out of someone and who better to do it than a snotty stuck-up little fraud like Kendall who had the audacity to not only interrupt her opening promo but then actually insulted all her loyal fans?? This weakling deserved some comeuppance.
 
The blonde bombshell kept the move locked in continuing to stretch Kendall’s neck back to an unnatural degree like she was trying to break clean off the head of a Barbie doll. Swift could feel her hands getting covered from Kendall’s flood of tears cascading out of her eyes down her squished cheeks. Just before the frantically slapping jobber was about to black out, what fun would it be if she was unconscious during her punishment after all, Swift finally released the hold letting Jenner’s head land face down on the mat soaking in a pool of tears. Speaking of those tears, Taylor had to wipe her hands of her plaything’s gross product of failure. Eyeing the brunette’s sticking up tush, Taylor again reach down and in one clean tug ripped Kendall’s custom made sheer diamond-glittering coverall right off her body and casually tossed the highly expensive custom-made garment into the mobbing crowd. Swift got down on one knee and tossed the now pleading model over her knee in the classic position for a good old-fashioned spanking. “You got my hands soaked, you worthless whore!” Swift barked down as she began raining open palm slaps down on Kendall’s defenseless bubble booty. Her firm cheeks jiggled like jello at each spank as she felt her own tears now coated all over her caboose; the mounds of wiggling flesh absorbing the tears that came from the other end of her body like a sponge. Kendall could only windmill her mile-long legs in the air and yelp in horror; kicking and screaming like a slobbering baby.

After thoroughly wiping her hands dry and spanking that ass dark red, Swift effortlessly flipped Jenner over on her back but still laying across her outstretched knee. Kendall now lay bent backward with her long limbs dangling down to the mat; still conscious but in so much pain and humiliation that she lost pretty much all desire to fight back at this point instead just hoping it all ends soon. She shamefully began openly begging Taylor to stop. “Pleaseee…I’m sorryyy…(sob)…you winnn…” Jenner squealed. “You think I don’t know that, you braindead twig?!” Swift sharply retorted. “Everyone can see I’m making a complete joke out of you, a long time coming might I add, but I think this point still needs to be driven home a little more.” Taylor continued with a twisted smile creeping across her face while Jenner could only moan “Nooo….” Before Taylor gripped Jenner’s sleazy lace underwear, one hand gripping her light blue bra while the other grabbing her matching panties and ripped both garments off her body completely exposing Jenner stark naked in front of the sold-out crowd of “sheep” incredibly satisfied to see the snot-nosed Kardashian girl getting her just desserts by a diva on a mission in Swift.

Kendall was now about to pass out from sheer humiliation at being stripped completely bare naked and displayed over her tormentor’s knee before she felt two clamps of pain: one on her boob and the other on her bare stretched-out tummy. Swift clamped on both her hands acting like savage mechanical claws digging into and attempting to rip apart Jenner’s soft doughy flesh like there was a prize hidden inside her. Taylor moved her relentless hands up and down Jenner’s body: from both her perky breasts hanging upside down the mat, her spread out belly folded backwards over her knee and even to her spread open bare pussy that caused the loudest screams from poor Kendall. Her prized snatch, surprisingly tight given how often she must be spreading her legs for the hottest new rapper on the block every other week, was ravished and clawed without mercy. Taking note of how snug her pussy felt, Taylor playfully insert a digit or two unto Kendall’s snap-tight pussy lips producing some pre-cum in seconds.

The shameful inadvertent pleasure juice that began leaking out of Kendall’s nether regions gave Taylor an even more wicked idea. Taylor began before playfully caressing her increasingly wet pussy “and I think it’s mainly just getting fucked!” Reaching into her bottoms to retrieve her dark red lipstick, Swift popped the cap off and proceeded to write in all caps across Jenner’s folded back stomach “TAYLOR’S BITCH”. Jenner at first couldn’t even see what Swift had branded on her midsection but seconds later saw the message sprawled across her body; the mortifying image displayed on the jumbotron in crystal clear HD. All she could do was flat-out weep like a baby at this point. The excruciating pain was bad enough but this public humiliation was too much to bear. Kendall was reduced to a slobbering mess unable to even form coherent words replaced now with indecipherable squeals and sobs. Happy with her penmanship, Taylor took her plan to the next phase putting the cap back on the lipstick. Jenner continued to meltdown she suddenly gasped in silence at the sensation of something cold and hard slowly entering inside her pussy.

“ You know Kendall…I’m out here wondering what exactly you’re even good at in the first place.” Taylor began before playfully caressing her increasingly wet pussy while finish “I think it’s mainly just getting fucked!”  Swift gradually inserted the lipstick into the model’s tight but wet vagina until it was mostly all inside her and then started rhythmically moving the object in and out shoving it all the way deep in her bitch’s coochie. Kendall, still bent back over her tormenters knee and now with her body branded like a farm animal, could only wince and gasp at the feeling of the intruding little cylinder pumping in and out of her snuggly-hugging pussy walls and deep inside her. Taylor expertly began slow but steadily picked up the pace until Jenner couldn’t hold in her degrading form of pleasure anymore. She let out a particularly helpless high-pitched squeal as she exploded in orgasm covering all of the lipstick in her juices as well as making a little puddle of shame on the ring canvas underneath. Kendall moaned and twitched over Taylor’s knee, cream spraying out of her, like she was being electrocuted. After what felt like an eternity, she settled down from her bliss and hung near motionless.

Jenner had nothing left to give. She could barely audibly make a sound at this point but instead remaining hanging over Swift’s knee defeated, stripped, spanked, branded and violated in front of the world. Taylor tenderly pulled out the lipstick from the brat’s soaked love box and much to the model’s horror she shoved the wet cream-covered end of the lipstick right in Jenner’s huffing and puffing mouth. After entering the ring tonight talking a big game, Kendall ended up gagged with the makeshift writing instrument that branded her covered in her own pussy juices. Swift, still thinking of one more way to really put an exclamation point on Kendall’s utter destruction, as if you could ever have enough insult added to injury, again reached down and hoisted the wholly destroyed Jenner up bent over her shoulders now in a torture rack holding her newest victim up high for the world to see; her branded tummy and still soaking pussy sticking up the roof lights while Taylor grabbed the microphone that Kendall previously swiped out of her hands. “Who here wants to listen to that new single of mind?! I think my new property will LOVE to hear it!” Swift gleamed to a highly approving crowd.

The beat blared from the monster speakers and Taylor stood tall in the middle of the ring, still holding poor Kendall across her shoulders, and performed the entire song as the crowd chanted along with the words. It was a spectacular display of domination. Kendall was reduced to nothing more than an easily earned trophy; a jobber prop/fashion accessory of sorts, for the pop star to proudly display as a sign of her new badass-era Taylor Swift. After performing the whole song, sounding great live too, the crowd gave one last standing ovation to the pop queen. She waved to her legion of fans with Kendall still held high over her shoulders. “Alright, your purpose was used up in this ring tonight you pathetic loser” Swift turned her head and said to the almost-comatose Jenner at this point. “Let’s take out the trash.” Taylor, eyeing an open dumpster near the back of the crowd walls, set her feet, lifted the groaning loser up high and threw the demolished model high in the air. Camera phones flashed as the naked jobber flew thru the air only to land smack up against the open lid of the dumpster. Kendall bounced up against the lid and into the disgusting and garbage filled pile of arena trash within the dumpster; her moans still being heard until the lid unceremoniously fell and closed shut trapping Kendall inside. The ring announcer finally could declare Taylor Swift the winner; the audience roaring once again in delight at the scorched-earth destruction that they just witnessed. Who knows if Kendall Jenner will ever be able to show her face around the ring ever again after being completely owned in truly every sense of the word, but for Taylor her message was clear: The New Swift ain’t nobody to fuck with.

[boobytrap]

Damn! Swift made her Famous!

[Maizenblue]

Great story. Hope to see more.

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Charli XCX vs. Lily Collins: Orgasm Match




Lily Collins stood frozen still in the ring. She had no idea the girl she'd be facing was the devilish (literally judging by her attire) Charli XCX. She also had no idea this would be an Orgasm Match. That was a repulsive and demeaning match she thought to herself! She didn't agree to this! The poor creampuff, who'd already lost literally every match she'd been in and always in such embarrassing fashion, couldn't believe this was happening. Her eyes grew wide like a deer in the headlights when she saw the sinister XCX confidently waltz down the ramp wearing her straight-up evil costume; very fitting ring attire for the Halloween season after all. The sexy singer had a sinister grin streaked across her face practically licking her chops at the scared shitless little Lily and her skinny jelly legs visibly shaking; in her adorable light blue romper she looked like an actual cupcake. Charli came out and down the ramp with a microphone naturally and as she made her way to the ring, she upped the ante even more. Charli was an expert at hyping up the crowd at her concerts and she decided to bring that skill to this squashing tonight.

"So princess...are the match rules that I have to make you explode first?? Or do I get to have MY fun with you first?!" Charli exclaimed while raising her arm and pointing her finger at the beyond horrified Lily.

"Or how about we do both those options?! You feeling that, everyone?!" Charlie than presented to the crowd to be met with a rounding wave of encouraging cheers. Poor Lily couldn't even run away. She was too stunned, too speechless, too terrified.

As soon as Charli hoisted herself up into the ring, she suddenly made a surprise beeline right at the motionless jobber like a pouncing jungle cat. She immediately drove one of her knees into Lily's stomach bending her over in pain; a soft "ohh" leaking out of the wimp's puckered lips. Charli then grabbed the luscious locks of Collins and effortlessly tossed her across the ring like she was throwing around a bean bag chair. The puny Lily crashed down to the mat on her stomach messaging her scalp and face. Not giving the unfortunate jobber a moment to even begin to register the horror that was unfolding, Charli again scooped up her squirming prey and savagely whipped her into the corner, Collin's back slamming into the turnbuckles with such force her petite body ricochet off the ring notches for a second before crashing down in a heap with her upper body leaning on the bottom rope.

Slumped on the ground dazed and confused, Lily could still only gaze in fear when she again saw XCX running right towards her from the other corner of the ring. Charli darted across the ring and jumped up spreading her legs high in and air and landing right atop of Lily riding her for a humiliating bronco buster. Charli rode the face of Collins like she was on a mechanical bull; her barely panties-covered crotch repeatedly thrusting into Lily's beautifully disgusted face as her head kept bouncing back and forth between the unforgiving turnbuckle knocking the back of her skull and the softer but more mortifying confines of her face being buried in Charli's snatch.

"Better get used to this, honey!" XCX began mocking while continuing to ride her new victim's face. "We're going to get very well aquainted with each other tonight." she continued maintaining the bronco buster to the point where the crowd started counting along with each face-hump.

XCX suddenly rebounded off Collins finally giving her a brief moment to breathe. It was quite a comical sight seeing the still slouching Lily cough and gag trying to get the taste of Charli's sweaty crotch out of her mouth. Once again, just as her eyes again found her tormenter, it was too late for the defenseless Collins. For a third time, Charli sprinted towards her but the ending outcome of this ambush was going to be particularly more painful. The ultra aggressive pop star brutally drove her knee right into Collins' noggin instantly knocking her out cold. Lily's head was bent backwards completely limp as she was practically decapitated by the simple but highly effective knee-knock.

"Aww...poor baby decided she needed a quick nap!" the ever sarcastic Charli quipped seeing her new plaything already passed out as a result from the strike. "Don't worry everyone, I'll wake her back up soon. But for now, let's get that ridiculous outfit off this pipsqueak." Grabbing Lily's dainty ankle and dragging her out of the corner and into the center of the ring, Charli went to work completely ripping the romper literally to shreds like an ecstatic child on Christmas morning unwrapping their presents. Collins remained motionless still zonked out on the mat while her ultra cute attire, custom made  specifically for this match, was soon reduced to mere tatters scattered around the ring. Now stripped down to her matching light blue bra and thong, what else would Lily be wearing underneath regardless of her unfortunate history of being disrobed in the ring, Charli wouldn't stop there then yanking both her bra and bottom clean off her body leaving her completely naked and, because she was still passed out, completely unaware of her increasingly shameful predicament.

That is until Collins awoke unceremoniously from her slumber by a back-handed slap to the face. At first she didn't even realize she was buck naked until she felt a surprisingly cool breeze, well, surprising at least until she realize the air was hitting her bare skin. Collins let out a pathetic squeal when she looked down her body and tried curling up in a ball but of course XCX wasn't about to give her that privilege. Effortlessly flipping the whimpering Collins on her stomach, exposing her tight tush for the first time and giving each cheek a couple of playful spanks, Charli then latched onto both of Lily's skinny arms while intertwining her ankles around her own legs. Collins had no idea what was even happening until she felt herself yanked behind her and hoisted high up in the air; her naked body propped up helplessly trapped in a ceiling hold. The submission hold was normally demoralizing enough, but it was even more disgracing when stripped naked. Lily's petite milky white-breasts glistened under the arena lights while tears began cascading down her face; at this point outright begging Charli to stop this nightmare.

You want me to stop?!" Charli retorted in fake surprise. "But we just got started! And I think everyone is getting a real kick of an uptight little snot like you getting your skinny little butt whipped up and down this ring by a real woman!" Charli's assumption was met with another round of applause.

Not only was this hold humiliating, but it also hurt bad. Lily's limbs were twisted behind her and her back bent backwards making her flail body looking like a lowercase "n" shape suspended high in the air. Charli kept increasing the pressure on the hold arching her back even more so much so that she was able to actually keep the hold in tact with one arm while using the other free limb to reach over to Lily's exposed tits and began clawing and groping them. Things just kept getting progressively worse for Lily as now her boobs were getting fondled with a great view for everyone to witness and she couldn't do anything at all to stop it. Not only that, but her moans and groans that leaked out of her mouth gave off the sense of both understandable pain and shameful pleasure which definitely wasn't lost on the very alert Charli especially when she felt Lily's nipples perk up and become very pointy and erect.

"Ohhh....looks like little miss uptight over here is getting some fun out of this finally!" Charli declared with mischievous glee as Lily's sobbing face grew bright red in supreme bashfulness. After keeping the hold locked in for a little while long, continuously stretching Collins back and sensually squeezing and caressing those tits sticking up like they were being offered on a silver platter, Charli finally shoved Collins back down on her face to the mat not even trying to massage her aching back instead just using both her arms to cover up her ravished boobs.

"Look at this tight tushy!" Charli said eyeing her sticking up booty; Collins asscheeks were so tight and firm like two little sweet melons. Again scooping up the completely overwhelmed weakling, Charli deposited her bent over the top rope and then proceeded to actually climb up the rope herself and take a seat on Lily's bent over back. Charli sat perched high in the air atop of her victim with Lily's delightful tuckus facing right out towards the crowd.

"Your face seems awfully red little Lily! Almost as red as my outfit, but I think your other end could use a little shading too!" With that suggestion, Charli began raining her open palms down on Lily's upturned backside. Collins could only kick her legs and squeal as Chari spanked her ass like she was pounding a set of bongos; very quickly leaving red handprints scattered across both giggling asscheeks while Lily went from whimpering to crying and now was straight-up sobbing like a baby. The smacks of Charli's hand striking the perky asscheeks echoed throughout the arena along with the combination of Lily's sobs and Charli's snickering in delight at the torment she was unleashing. Once her butt was thoroughly beet-red and flattened, XCX hopped off her perch but kept Collins still bent over the top rope.

She reached over to Lily's crowd-facing assault buttocks and swiftly moved one of her hands in-between Lily's legs with her searching fingers poking and prodding for Lily's snatch. Collins let out a shriek and her head jolted upward when she felt Charli find what she was looking for as she inserted two fingers into Lily's tight pussy and began slowly pumping her digits in and out of the creampuff's sex. As if that wasn't enough, Charli then escalated things by shoving her thumb inside Lily's ultra tight butthole adding a whole new level of mortification and arousal for poor Lily. Because of Lily's position the crowd got a sensational view of Lily's pussy and bootyhole getting penetrated to a quickening tempo; Charli's finger pumping increasing in speed and intensity until the pent up Collins couldn't hold it anymore.

"Wow! Cumming already Collins?!" Charli beamed when she felt and saw Lily's sex burst out of her pussy as XCX masterfully jammed her thumb way up Lily's asshole at the moment of orgasm. "You must have been begging for some release! I can tell by the way you've been huffing and puffing every time I touch you tonight!"

The bell rang as techically the match was over and Charli was declared the winner having made Collins disgracefully cream all over both herself and Charli's hand. Collins was still conscious, but at this point she wished she wasn't. She been dominated, stripped, fondled, spanked and violated. While all those things have happened to her before, it didn't make this any less impossible to live down for the career loser again made a complete fool out of by yet another fellow girl in Hollywood. Just when Lily thought it at least might be over, surely this was enough humiliation for one night, Charli of course wasn't done yet. She yanked on the ring ropes causing Collins to bounce off and land on her back to the canvas. She didn't even try to cover up her breasts anymore or even her soaking wet pussy that just exploded in ecstasy. Lily could only lay there and again watch in shock as she watched Charli stand over her and began disrobing herself!

Charli proceeded to completely undress shredding every piece of clothing, except for the devil horns which she kept on her head, to the mat until she stood stark naked as well; except of course she did it via her own free will as opposed to the forcefully stripped Collins. "Now...it's my turn to have some fun." Charli said with a sick smile on her face as she crotched down and slowly crawled over her new sex toy. At first she plopped her superior boobs down right on Lily's mounds, clearly showcasing who had the better breasts, before shifting upwards and smothering the tear-covered face of Collins. Gyrating her tits all over Lily's features, she continued until Collins was about to pass out and stopped the smothering momentarily.

"No, no, no!" Charli demanded rising her breasts up and delivering another crisp back-handed slap to Lily's face to jolt her back up. You don't get to pass out for this. "You need to be awake for the whole...damn...time." Charli didn't need to even explain what she had meant by that. She was going to show it.

Shifting up her body, Charli plopped her bare, already wet crotch right on Lily's face and began riding her for a second time except now much more slowly and sensually than the opening bronco buster. Charli completely buried Lily's features into her soaking pussy gradually accelerating her pace of pleasure. Collins could only stay flat on her back not even resisting at this point but instead just hoping to pass out from the lack of oxygen and utter humiliation, but she didn't even get that luxury as she remained conscious and aware throughout the whole disgraceful ordeal. Charli meanwhile was having the most fun she ever had in a sanctioned match. Using the face of Collins as her new sex toy, she grinded her pussy faster and harder making good on her promise to the audience before the match and letting them witness not just the loser feel some ultra hot and steamy bliss tonight. Eventually the quickening of the pace and rhythm combined with how deep Lily's face was inside Charli bought the euphoric signer to an electrifying explosion of her juices all over Collins. Charli let out a primal scream at the moment of orgasm and pounded the back of Lily's head to the mat; further dazing her but still not knocking her totally out.

Charli took a moment to catch her breath still perched atop Lily's cum glazed face. Before steadily rising back up to her feet, Charli reached over for her own disrobed red panties and wiped the garment all over Lily's face soaking up all her juices and shoved the soaking wet garment in her horrified mouth. But even that wasn't enough! Charli rose to her feet and walked over to then retrieve the neck-piece of Lily's now torn up romper and tied the strap around her neck. She tugged on the makeshift leash and actually began walking a completely broken Collins, both physically and mentally, around the ring like a dog. She paraded her new declared bitch, both figuratively and literally it seemed, much to the crowd's both amazement and amusement. Once she finally had enough fun for the evening, Charli suddenly drove her foot in the face of Collins finally knocking the girl out cold flipped over and spread-eagled on her back; stripped naked, soaking wet herself and still the damp red panties gagged inside her mouth.

Charli rose her arms high in the air saluting the fans gushing her with praise; a standing ovation for the feisty diva who truly delivered on her commitment to put on a prime display of some first rate jobber destruction. And who better to do it with than good ol' loser Lily? She was seemingly born to lose and XCX was just the latest girl to reap the rewards of squaring off against her inside a wrestling ring. Charli on the other hand was ready to take on the world after this one. Who knows the next weakling she might pick out for some excitement.


Victoria Justice vs. Elizabeth Gillies




Wow...how humiliating was that." Victoria said to herself watching from the locker room the extreme degradation Lily Collins had just endured from the cruel hands of Charli XCX. Surely her next match would go much better for her than it did for sad little Lily; at least she thought. Victoria made her way out of the ring first looking expectedly sexy wearing a red top and skin-tight black leggings sauntering down the ramp with her hands on her dainty hips looking confident as can be. As she got closer to the ring she passed by the still zonked out and cum-covered Collins being taken out on a stretcher and scoffed towards her" Ha! How pathetic." before reaching the squared circle.

The crowd rained boos and jeers down on Justice clearly not appreciate her cocky vibe especially for someone who's suffered plenty of her own embarrassingly helpless defeats. If Collins was widely regarded as the top (or bottom) jobber around, Victoria wasn't too far off from that dreaded spot. That didn't stop Justice from being supremely arrogant; that was until she found out who she was facing. Like Collins before her, Victoria went from haughty to horrified when she saw her opponent emerged from the top of the ramp to a chorus of frantic applause. It was Elizabeth Gillies, her former Nickelodeon sitcom co-star, a notoriously brutal fighter that she had always been trying her best to avoid squaring off with in the ring....until now. Victoria's facial expression said it all as her eyes grew wide and she covered her agape mouth in shock. Just like Lily before her, Justice stood frozen in the middle of the ring like a jobber sacrifice to the catfighting gods.

Elizabeth marched down the ring with a cold expression on her face looking marvelously sexy in an elaborate one-piece red lingerie outfit that fittingly resembled a dominatrix costume; both bad girls this evening dressing in their Halloween outfits it seemed. Gillies had been waiting forever to get her hands on this puny weakling Justice. Ever since they worked together as teens Elizabeth couldn't stand Victoria's smug and pretentious demeanor and always wanted so badly to teach the creampuff a little lesson in humility and she was finally getting that opportunity tonight. Just before Gillies stepped in the ring, she grabbed a microphone off from the side and just said blankly "Alright Charli, you kept up your end of the bet. Now it's my turn to take out the trash."

Victoria couldn't believe it. This has all been a wager between XCX and Gillies: Who could obliterate their helpless victim more? Just seconds ago Justice was looking down at Collins who just got destroyed only to learn that she was the next in line! At first she tried running away but every time she darted to each end of the ring Gillies would swiftly glide in front of her on the ring apron. In pure panic mode as Elizabeth stepped in the ring, Victoria made a sad attempt as running right towards the unfazed Gillies who greeted her with an effortlessly brutal clothesline that dropped Justice like a bag of bricks to the canvas.

In contrast to the previous aggressor Charli, Gillies wasn't all fun and games tonight. Her goal was the same, make a complete joke out of the incompetent Justice, but her method would be somewhat different. She first went right for Victoria's clothes. She tugged and pulled Victoria's looser red top until it was ripped clean off her body; the stunned jobber squirming and shrieking on the mat trying desperately to cover up her petite boobs barely contained up in a black lace bra. Next was her leggings which were then stripped all the way down and off her kicking legs. The match had been going on for less than a minute and Victoria had already been disrobed down to her slutty bra and panties; very unfortunate undergarment choice for her to choose tonight (or any night for that matter).

The defenseless Justice was mortified at what was transpiring as tears already began trickling down her face. Not knowing whether to huddle up in a ball to cover up her bared body or to try and scamper away, she tried a little bit of both. She began crawling away on her hands and knees to the other side of the ring which only gave the plotting Gillies a great look at her sticking out ass; her black lace panties already wedgied up her tight crack. Calmly walking over, Gillies bent down gripping a hold of the waistband with both hands, stomped her foot down on Justice's back to stop her crawling and then yanked her underwear way up like she was trying to start a lawnmower. Victoria let out an ear-piecering scream as she felt her panties dig into her sensitive pussy and tight asshole; her lower body being yanked off the mat while her upper body stayed trapped under Elizabeth's planted foot. Gillies keep tugging until the panties finally ripped; at this point an actually good break for Justice.

Ceasing her crawling attempt and now instead trying to massage her aching pussy, the already overwhelmed weakling didn't even resist when she felt Gillies then reach down again to grip the back of her bra and yank it clean off now leaving Victoria completely naked and now the real fun could begin. Unlike Charli's demolition derby on Lily, Gillies remained stoic and focused throughout the entire onslaught that was to follow. First she took a seat on Victoria's back, tucked both her long legs underneath her pits and bent them back over her body for a brutal Boston Crab hold. Victoria's back was not only bent backwards to an unnatural degree but her upside down bare pussy was being showcased to the fans in her position and she of course could do nothing to stop it. Keeping the hold locked in, Elizabeth then started raining her palms down on Justice's defenseless snatch with open-handed slaps and even sideways crotch-chops that caused a pool of tears to soak the canvas where Victoria's pleading face lay. It was a simple but brutal assault on Victoria's most intimate area while her legs continuously were yanked back putting her slim body in a torturous"C" shape.

Gillies must've landed about thirty crotch blows before she temporarily released the Boston Crab but remained atop of the face down Justice. Now facing her upper half, Gillies again bent down and wrapped both of Victoria's arms behind her back in a chickenwing. She then again folded her legs behind her. Wrapping Justice up in a tight package, Gillies impressively hoisted up the creampuff locking in a sensational modified scorpion cross lock again contorting Victoria's back and this time showcasing her bare boobs for all the world to see. Gillies was bending and twisting her long-awaited prey like a literal rag doll as, unfortunately for Victoria, her slender body proved to be quite flexible when it was forced to be. As opposed to Charli who quipped and joked about her domination of Collins, Gillies still remained silent and stone-faced carrying out this carnage like it was her mere job to do so. She even began violently whipping Justice's knotted up body from side to side making her free-hanging breasts flopping up, down and all around in the breeze.

Just before Victoria was about to black out, Gillies hoisted Justice way up only to slam her face down to the mat for a savage facebuster. Justice was splayed out flat on the mat completely knocked out from the impact as Gillies stood tall wondering what to do next while the crowd chanted for more annihilation. Since tenchically this was a standard pinfall or submission match, Gillies figured she could get the official result out of the way even though that wasn't a question at all as to who already won this match. Flipping the concussed Justice on her back, Gillies folded Victoria's long legs over her body for an ultra hot matchbook pin with her abused private parts and perky little ass sticking straight up at the ceiling. The ref made the obligatory count and the match was officially over although Gillies wasn't done with her torture session just yet. Gillies remained mounted atop her folded-in-half victim wondering how she could wake this bitch up. Eyeing Victorias's upward facing spread vagina and recalling what Charli just did to Lily, Gillies unceremoniously plunged her hand deep into her nether regions immediately waking up Justice feeling a wave of both pain and pleasure washing over her.

She looked down and saw her folded body and a sinister Elizabeth pounding her fingers in and out of her spread pussy until it was sufficiently wet. She picked up the pace and ratcheted up the intensity until the shamed Justice couldn't hold it anymore. Just as she was about to explode, Gillies expertly removed her fingers from her pussy, forced Victoria's folded over legs a little further back over her head and jammed two fingers into her facing-up, pinpoint-tight butthole just as Justice took a deep breath in and proceeded to explode her juices all over herself. Because of her precarious position, not only was she being forced watch her own intimate parts violated, but when he erupted in disgraceful ecstasy her pussy juices actually squirted out of her and right into her own face. For the first time, a slight smirk could be seen on Elizabeth's face finally getting some visible enjoyment from her handiwork. The sight of Justice making a mess on herself was just too funny to act like even she wasn't pretty amused by it. The foreign feeling of something jamming up her anus just made Victoria more shamefully aroused right at the precise moment of bliss.

Once Victoria eventually calmed down from her sexual high (and low), Gillies again hoisted the poor soaked girl up but this time in an even more embarrassing way. Pulling her arms up and through Victoria's legs behind her knees, she lifted her up high in the air moving her hands behind Justice's neck bringing her spread out legs up with her and locking in a remarkably dominating full nelson/leg spread hybrid hold. Victoria's legs were again spread wide with her now dripping and twitching pussy still leaking juice to the mat below while the crowd oohed and aahed and took plenty of pictures. Elizabeth paraded out the ring showing off her catch of the night. She whispered into Victoria's ear the only thing she'd say the entire evening: "I finally wrecked you." Just as she said it, Elizabeth dropped down slamming Victoria's wide open, still soaking crotch right into her outstretch knee. Victoria's eyes rolled to the back of head and her tongue hung out her mouth as the pain from the crotch slam was so great she blacked out for a second time.

Keeping her contorted body on her knee for a second, Gillies then unceremoniously dumped the completely limped weakling off her knee where she lay sprawled and unmoving on the canvas. Adding one final insult to injury, Elizabeth walked to the edge of the mat and reached under the ring apron for something. She returned with a can of black spray paint and proceeded to shake the can and write in big letters on Victoria's stomach "JUSTICE HAS BEEN SERVED". Tossing the can out of the ring, Elizabeth got back up to her feet still looking unimpressed by herself, raised one fist in the air and nonchalantly walked out of the ring. Victoria remained flattened on the mat stripped, violated, beaten senseless and branded; yet again completely decimated inside the ring ropes like so many other times before.

As for that little bet that Charli and Elizabeth had, the fans who watched in attendance as well as those who watched all over the globe would vote for who gave the greatest beatdown with the winner getting a special yet still not revealed surprise.

[Maizenblue]

Great story. Hope to see more of this quality and length.

[iamrodgers]

Awesome job Xtra. You're killing it.

[Xtra164]

Really loved the Lily Collins match she makes the ultimate jobber  even by her standards that was a brutal beat down i would say it can't get any worse but knowing Lily's luck it probably will  .

I like to imagine that every girl that faces Lily just sets out to humiliate her more than the last girl did; like its a game for all the other wrestlers. Whoever is lucky enough to squash her next certainly has a lot to live up to after how Charli demolished her!

[ernest31]

Tiger76 if your going to do 2 UK celebs would you consider Emma Watson as one please I love reading about her I  fights win or lose.

[Ginny38]

As much as I love seeing Emma Watson dominated, I agree there are others who 'deserve' the chance to show what they can do... or not do! Maybe throw Emma to the wolves every 5-6 stories while giving other "jobberettes" a chance to shine as well!(?)

[Xtra164]

Zendaya vs. Olivia Holt: Costume Match




With Halloween being less than two weeks away, the customary costume matches were now in full swing. While Charli XCX and Elizabeth Gillies both decimating their unfortunate jobber opponents while dressed up in scandalous costumes, neither contest was technically a Costume Match. But young starlets Zendaya and Olivia Holt were here to fill that void as they both agreed to face each other in one such duel; with of course each girl wrestling in their own outfit of choice. While both relative newcomers agreed to the mat stipulation, both seemed to take it in quite different ways.

Zendaya was introduced to the ring first and she came out looking adorably spunky and self-assured in a tribute costume of sorts for the late-R'n'B' singer Aaliyah; a musical influence for the Disney star. She walked down to the ring gracious to the applause from the crowd yet clearly focused and taking this match seriously. She didn't want to lose wearing her idol's signature attire and she was sure to put in every ounce of effort she had in walking away victorious this evening. Her opponent meanwhile took a very different route. Olivia Holt soon followed practically skipping to the ring wearing a rather skimpy cheerleader outfit with a short skirt that only went down to just below her upper thighs. The bubbly blonde, only a year younger than Zendaya but certainly showing a rather childish mentality, energetically waved to the fans not even noticing her already irked opponent until she hopped into the ring. As opposed to Zendaya's focused and determined demeanor, Holt was clearly out here just to laugh and giggle in a seemingly harmless slap fight while wearing their cute Halloween costumes. Or so Holt thought at least.

"Hi Zenny!" Holt exlaimed as she walked right up to the now visibly pissed-off singer. "You ready for our a little 'fight'?!" Olivia actually put air quotes around the word ~fight~ and stared back at Zendaya with a wide grin of pure obliviousness.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Zendaya retorted back. "You think we're still on a Disney sitcom right now?!!" Zendaya roared which threw off the still naive Holt who stood stunned at her match-mate's reactions. "You think this is a joke?! You think I'M A JOKE?!?!?" Zendaya continued in mounting fury while Holt stood frozen with her jaw dropped almost to the canvas. "WHO WANTS TO SEE ME FLATTENED THIS LITTLE CUPCAKE?!" she then bellowed to the audience which responded in a resounding cheer of approval. Olivia could only squeak in response, stunned how the events were unfolding and while she also looked particularly helpless in her cheerleader costume, before Zendaya sent a vicious backhanded bitch slap right to her face. The force from the slap combined with Olivia's weakness actually whipped her head around and knocked her down to her knees holding her cheek in stunned pain.

"If only a slap did that to you, then you're going to have a long night!" Zendaya declared as she scooped the still disoriented Olivia like a doll, twirled her around in the air and slammed her down for a basic yet forceful bodyslam. The puny Holt landed on her back and bounced off the mat a little already rolling around and withering in pain even form such a textbook move.

"Are you serious, Olive?! All you're gonna do is moan and groan on the mat like a little sissy?!" Zendaya barked down at the already pleading Holt. "Cleary we have quickly learned you can't wrestle for shit!" she then quipped which got a laugh from the fans. "I'm wondering what you are in fact good at." Zendaya stared down at her squirming prey wondering where to proceed next until she looked over Olivia's girly-girl costume."Hmmm...you know Olivia, cheerleaders are supposed to be very flexible. Let's see how flexible YOU are!"

With that, Zendaya grabbed each of Holt's dainty ankles and pulled each leg up in the air; her tiny skirt falling down showing off her milky smooth legs completely to everyone. She spread each of Olivia's stems and suddenly stomped her foot down on Holt's exposed crotch eliciting a grown from both Olivia herself and the fans watching in attendance. After two more cooch stomps, Zendaya then swiftly drove herself to the mat head-butting poor Holt's snatch! Olivia's mouth grew wide and her eyes bugged out at the impacts to her defenseless crotch as she rolled into a ball and continued moaning in both pain and humiliation.

"Hmm...that wasn't bad, pipsqueak. But I think you can use a little more stretching!" Zendaya shouted as she effortlessly scooped and carried the still aching Holt to the turnbuckle and propped the mortifying jobber in the corner so that both her legs were spread wide and draped across the middle rope. Olivia was trapped with her legs wide open like a landing strip in mere seconds with her still hurting crotch again displayed for everyone to oogle at. Zendaya marched to the opposite turnbuckle and turned around gearing up for a charge. She took off towards the unsuccessfully squirming Olivia and drove her foot up between her spread legs like she was kicking a field gold. Holt's eyes crossed and she let out a high-pitched squeal at the devastating kick and, to make it even worse, she remained spread out in the corner and unable to even aid her throbbing nether-regions. Zendaya, clearly proud of herself already but with still much more punishment in mind, let the anguish Olivia cry in the corner for a minute more before she again hoisted the poor blonde up.

This time Zendaya hooked both of Olivia's legs with her arms and tucked her head in next to her own before standing and lifting the wimpy weakling up, so that poor Holt was upside down with her head resting on her tormenter's shoulder. In lesser words, Zendaya locked in a spectacular muscle buster hold that not only displayed her utter dominance in the ring but also again accomplished the goal of spreading Holt's crotch wide open yet again and this time while being held so high up in the air; like a origami jobber trophy. Olivia began outright pleading with Zendaya to let her go and even began tapping her hands signaling her surrender, but it all fell on deaf ears. In Zendaya's eyes, her opponent made this out to be a meaningless joke match and she wasn't about to disrespect the inspirational woman behind her costume like that. And to show that she wasn't here to mess around, poor Olivia needed to be squashed.

Parading her sufferer around the ring, Zendaya stops in the center and drops to the mat slamming Holt's folded up body brutally to the canvas almost breaking the jobber in two pieces. Zendaya completed the slam but then kept Holt's mangled body still folded up with her legs spread over her body and her spread crotch and butt, barely covered by a pair of white lace panties now totally exposed underneath her useless cheerleading skirt, sticking up in the air. Zendaya shifted across her wrenched body until she successfully locked in an ultra humiliating spladle hold which, once Olivia regained consciousness and looked down and saw her one intimate areas staring right back at her bent over her body, sent the jobber into a state of outright crying. She even stopped squirming. Her spirit was already broken and she just wanted this Halloween nightmare to end.

Zendaya had other such thoughts. Reaching over and ripping the cheerleading skirt clean off Holt with one snappy tug, Zendaya reared her hand high in the air and began delivering a blistering spladle spanking; most definitely the most embarrassing position to receive a spanking in. Tears overflowed down Olivia's eyes as she watched her own spread and upturned ass get tanned red by Zendaya's stinging slaps and strikes to each of her perky and formally ghost-white asscheeks; panties wedgied so far up her snatch and crack that they offered no protection at all from the assault. With each spank, Zendaya made her central point as clear as she cold:

"THIS IS..."

{SMACK}

"WHAT YOU...

{SMACK}

GET FOR..

{SPANK}

WASTING MY...

{SPANK}

FUCKING TIME!"

Zendaya was a like a force possessed as she pounded that ass until Olivia's tiny buttcheeks resembled dark red apples; the little mounds of flesh completely covered in the dark hue of Zendaya's palm prints. Once Zendaya finally halted the spanking, she also mercifully released the spladle hold giving Holt's stretched-out crotch a much needed break, the blonde not even caring that her skirt had been ripped off as she gently tried massaging herself, before Zendaya bent down and tore her tight cheerleader top off her body now leaving the creampuff in only her cute pair of white lace bra and panties. Zendaya twirled the top high in the air while the beyond desperate Olivia actually made a run for it. Quickly scrambling to her feet, she slid out of the ring and started scampering down the ramp in panic but with Zendaya catching up right behind her. Olivia only made it halfway up the ramp before she was pathetically nabbed by Zendaya and thrown over her shoulder carried back to the ring like a blabbering child as the crowd all laughed at Holt's to-be-continued misery.

"Not so fast, little Olive!" Zendaya scolded as she hoisted her prey back into the ring. "I'm not done proving my point! I think you've been stretched out enough, but remember the promise I made to the audience was that I would FLATTEN you!" Zendaya again declared with an evil glare in her eyes.

Olivia could only squeal as in a flash, she was held up over tormenter's shoulders, spun around high in the air and landed face down in a thunderous F5-esque facebuster slam that instantly knocked poor Holt out cold on the mat squashed like a bug. The ring shook and the crowd gasped at the high impact of the move which Zendaya pulled off with perfection. Sufficiently flattened, Zendaya admired her handiwork for a few moments, looking down with a satisfied smile on her face at the completely crushed Olivia, before flipping the spread-eagled ragdoll over on her back and reaching down to hook one of her legs way back for the leg hook pin. Zendaya purposely yanked her leg as far high and back as possible, keeping up with the theme of Holt getting those legs she previously wanted to show off in her skirt now spread wide against her will, as the ref made the easy three count for the official victory going to Zendaya (as if there was any doubt at all who had already won this match easily).

Zendaya callously tossed the jobber's limp leg back to the mat and rose victoriously to her feet; saluting the fans in enjoying the  obliteration a ditzy creampuff just as much as she enjoyed doing the obliterating. Poor Olivia had no idea what she was getting into when she stepped in the ring tonight. Perhaps if she was facing another incompetent pushover like Lily Collins or Ariana Grande, Olivia would have probably had much more fun and even would've been able to gain a victory against them! But she was at the wrong place at the wrong time right now and she paid dearly for it. And Zendaya still wasn't even done yet.

Much to everybody's initial confusion, she pointed up to the arena ceiling and motioned for something. Suddenly a foreboding steel hook lowered itself to the ring right to a sinisterly gleeful Zendaya. Grabbing the hook and again hoisting the still comatose Holt up to her wobbly feet, Zendaya snarled "This is what happens if any of you other no-good, empty-headed creampuffs even dare to step in the same ring as me again!" Tying Holt's arms behind her back in a knot made of both her bra and panties, Zendaya than hooked the knot and motioned for Olivia to begin getting lifted up in the air which wedgied her panties savagely up her already abused snatch and asscrack. As the hook yanked her up, Olivia awoke from her slumber from the pain in her crotch yet again as it felt like her body was about to split in two right down the middle from the fabric of her panties digging into her.

Olivia was lifted up to Zendaya's arm length which was perfect position as she suddently had a long spanking paddle in hand; the audience was too distracted by Holt's extreme hanging wedge to even see where she get the instrument from. Holt's ass was still beet red from the spladle spanking and as her body swayed around and she saw the paddle, she again began sobbing her tears to the mat below to a new level.

"Alright everyone! Let's do a little cheer for the cheerleader, shall we?!! Since she couldn't even provide that for us tonight!" Aiming the paddle just right, Zendaya led her cheer as she again wrecked Holt's ass with each letter.

"GIMME A L"

{SMACK}

"GIMME AN O"

{SMACK}

"GIMME A S"

{SMACK}

"GIMME AN E"

{SMACK}

"GIMME A R"

[SMACK}

"WHAT DOES THAT SPELL?!"

The crowd roared "LOSER" as Zendaya started unloading on Hold driving the paddle again and again into Olivia's handing asscheeks almost driving the poor girl into a state of unconscious again just from the severe pain to her backside and the supreme humiliation of it all. Almost mercifully before Zendaya could continue more, Olivia's underwear finally gave in to gravity and ripped sending the now totally naked loser crashing down to the mat on her stomach; her petite body literally bouncing off the canvas like she was on a trampoline. Both the crowd and Zendaya had a good laugh at the incident while Holt again tried scurrying out of the ring on her hands and knees but again Zendaya would't let her free gripping one of her ankles and dragging her back into the center of the ring.

Olivia was now naked and completely decimated as she looked back over her shoulder in pure horror that Zendaya STILL wasn't done! For the last time scooping the creampuff up, Zendaya brought her to the ropes and again spread her legs up and wide contorting Olivia's body in a human pretzel and actually entangling her in the ring ropes. Poor Holt was now completely incapacitated all tangled up in the ring ropes with her legs folded up and spread more than even before, to the point where her own ankles were forced behind her shoulders, and this time she didn't even have her panties to cover anything up with; the whole audience getting a great view of her spread bare pussy at last.

"There finally! That's like a good cheerleader now: naked and spread!" Zendaya stepped away and again admired a job well done keeping the bawling Holt intertwined in the ring ropes as a symbol of her destruction before at last departing the ring and walking back up the ramp finally fully satisfied at what she inflected on the puny Holt. Zendaya certainly had done her influence proud tonight. She came out looking like a feisty diva who wouldn't take any shit and boy did she deliver thoroughly squashing a jobber who had no business being the in the same ring as her. As for Olivia, a fun and playful match turned out to be by far the most demeaning loss of her already pathetic wrestling career. For the bewailing loser still trapped within the ring ropes, it was most certainly not a Happy Halloween.