Spoils of Victory MysteryThe card for this evening is filled with a variety of sexy, young twenty-somethings set to face off in the squared circle. Although there are no championship titles on the line tonight the mystery punishments in place for the losers are promised to be, shall we say, less than dignififying, and have drawn a large audience; both in the stadium seats and watching from their phones, computers or tablets via Pay Per View digital streaming services.
The promoters, in order to spice things up, have placed a variety of punishments for the losers. The punishments coincide with the outcome of the match. For instance, the punishment for submission is different than the punishment for a pinfall. The combatants are unaware of what the punishments involve and must, according to the promoters, "find out the hard way,".
Victoria Justice vs Kira Kosarin
Kira Kosarin, a vivacious, spunky 20-year-old with an athletic, curvaceous body, is a relative newcomer to the celebrity catfighting league. But what Kira lacks in experience is more than made up for by the young lady's flexibility and ferocity.
Victoria Justice, her opponent, was no stranger to the celebrity catfighting league; a veteran whom, compared to her younger opponent, should undoubtedly have the advantage. On the other hand, Victoria has the notorious reputation of being a loud-mouth brat whom, more times than not, bites off more than she can chew.
The crowd seemed to be split between the two camps. Team Justice hoped Vicky's in-ring experience would assure her victory; whereas Team KKO hoped Kira's extra 3 inches of height and her heavier, more athletic, build would give her the edge she needed. So, which young lady would prevail, how would she win and, most intriguing, what would the punishment be? Will Victoria learn from past mistakes and overcome her younger, novice opponent or will Kira use her superior reach and flexibility to pummel Justice?
It turns out that Victoria, surprising quite a few fans, displayed her in-ring experience, seemingly just going through the motions with Kira. Of course, going through the motions, for most fighters, typically involves feeling out one's opponent and striking or dodging when necessary. For Justice, however, going through the motions involved losing her dignity and, unfortunatley for the puny Californian, her clothing as well.
Kira, after growing bored of twisting her halfnaked foe up in various unladylike positions, finished the sniveling diva off with a long, drawn-out, bootylicious face sit. Victoria was quickly losing oxygen and energy, due, in part, to the all-encompasing derriere of Kosarin, as well as the erratic thrashing of her limbs. Succumbing to defeat, Justice submits.
Once Kira rises from her tear-soaked throne, allowing Justice to gulp air, and Victoria regains her bearings, the defeated diva ironically forgets the special stipulation that was set by the promoters and tries to, albeit drunkenly, run away from her duties. As Victoria awkwardly stumbled about, the promoter happily announced over the speaker system, "if a contender wins their fight via submission, the loser MUST go down on the winner!" Victoria, eyes buldging, utterly horrified, runs up the aisle; but, as usual, she is easily apprehended, this time by the promotion's security personnel.
Poor Vicky was soon back in the ring and on her knees, inching toward her towering foe. Once she was at eye-level with Kira's crotch, the victorious vixen dropped her pants, and undies, unveiling her smooth snatch. With a fearful gulp, Justice tips her chin up, in order to get a good angle, and points the tip of her tongue, patiently licking between Kira's lips.
The sensation buckled Kira’s knees, causing her to lay her sex right on Vicky's face. Justice plunges her stiff tongue deep into the slick folds, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. Kosarin gasps, shifting her weight to the balls of her feet, and grabs the back of Justice's head, pulling her in deeper.
The in and out motions from Vicky's French kiss caused vibrations that led Kira to rotate her hips to the rhythm of Victoria's tongue. Kira, knees weakening, pushes Victoria on her back and mounts her prey, anchoring her waist to Justice's face. Losing herself in the sensation of Vicky's lapping tongue, Kira begins riding her foe's nose; her hands trailing up and down her own pert breasts, then back to Victoria's head, thrusting herself upward to catch every lick, flick, and suck of her tongue and lips.
Kira, a humble fighter, not one to trashtalk or brag, shocked everyone when she, biting her bottom lip, head tossed back, boomed in a throaty grunt, "thats right, bitch... fu...fuck me with your tongue... ohhh, ohhhh," The audience rises to their feet and applaud as Kira reaches her peak, her nectar flowing down the sides of Victoria's mortified face like a never ending well that poured forth without fail.
Demi Lovato vs Ryan Newman 
Ryan Newman's full, pink gloss-coated lips curled into a haughty smirk as high-powered camera strobes illuminated her tight body. Even though she only stood at a mere 5 feet 3 inches Newman, acting as if she were 8' tall, stares down at everyone around her, looking past her upturned nose at the clamoring fans. Flipping her hair back, she began to strut toward the ring and, not feeling even an ounce of remorse, pranced past a fan, staring right through the young man's marker and loose leaf page, ignoring his request for an autograph. She was all smiles as she paraded around the ring -- strutting past her opponent, her eyes skimming past Demi Lovato, as if she were an unimpprtant passage of text -- her body practically glowing with self-importance. All eyes are on her and that's all that mattered.
Well, all eyes WERE on her. The 20-year-old scoffed at the camera men, all of whom turned their lenses toward something just outside the ring. "Whatever, it's probably, like, a Twenty dollar bill or something. I have to remember that everyone isn't as cultured as I." Ryan spoke outloud to herself, shaking her head at the men and, mistaking her revulsion for compassion, gave herself a proverbial pat on the back.
The something in question was Victoria Justice who, due to sexual juices and a sopping vagina covering her airways, had just woken up from her unconscious state. The startled diva, looking down at her partially exposed figure, shrieked in horror. With one arm across her tits, covered by a dainty bra, the other shielding her crotch, scarcely clothed in a flimsy thong, Victoria made a beeline for the exit, scrambling up the aisle and disappearing behind the curtain. Ryan, not even attempting to suppress her vanity, yells out to everyone, "Okay, I have to admit, that was kind of funny... Woah!" Newman turns toward Demi, as if just realizing she was there, "Did your thunder thighs rip away the denim of your jeans or are you so poor that you can't afford new clothes?" Ryan giggles, surveying Demi's outfit before turning her attention back to the crowd, "that was funy, that whole Vicky thing, BUT the freakshow is gone and I demand your attention. Cheer me as I banish this fat troll back under the bridge she escaped from!" Ryan punctuated her statement by posing like royalty in the ring and sneering over her shoulder at Demi.
For all intents and purposes, Ryan Newman SHOULD have been happy, ecstatic even, during the final moments of the match. After all, every pair of eyes and every camera lens were focused on her and her exclusively. Newman however, was in utter shambles. The bratty Disney starlet, her face pressed against the mat, weakly pushed herself up, her arms shaking, hot tears streaming down her blotchy, mascara-streaked face. The sniveling wimp snorted her runny nose and began, for the umpteenth time, blubbering like a child. Newman had, at this point, abandoned her attempts to shield her nude figure, her spirit, and body, broken by Lovato's high-impact wrestling. The paparazzi at ringside were having a field day, capturing every angle of every soft, supple curve.
In the end, Demi knocked the puny weakling out with an up-close-and-personal breast smother. Lovato, wanting to feel the sensation of Newman's warm, wet tears and anguished features on her bare skin, removed her top, freeing her breasts before settling them upon the loser's face.
Newman's teary eyes obscure her vision, preventing the young woman to see her impending doom until it was too late. Ryan, suddenly drowning in a sea of hot, sweaty, suffocating tit-flesh, began to panic. Sweeping her legs and flapping her arms, Ryan begins shrieking in terror. Her screams, shrill and highpitched, are transformed into muted hums by Lovato's prized twins. Once Ryan ceases to squirm, and the ref has raised her arm in victory, Demi slowly peels her breasts away from her opponent's face, chuckling to herself as Newman's gaping mouth emits a suction cup-like *pop* as she unglues her twin peaks from Ryan's full lips.
Demi poses over the tanned, undressed body of her egotistical opponent, with her head and arms raised high. But, of course, the audience yearned for more, and after hearing the promoter announce the punishment for a knockout, the crowd cheered so loudly the arena walls shook.
Several minutes later, Newman's eyes fluttered open, the rowdy crowd blaring in her ear. She didn't know what had happened or what was going on, but she knew one thing for sure, her head was pounding, her face was sticky with sweat and she was very, very uncomfortable. At that moment, she noticed why she was uncomfortable.
Her body was bent over the middle rope like a broken puppet. She tries to back up from the ropes but once she does, her bare pussy hits something smooth. Her blue expressive eyes widen in realization, a breathless, "Oh shit," escapes her smeared lips as a pair of hands seize her squirming hips. Demi, with no warning, thrusts forward, sliding the rubber shaft of the strap-on into Ryan's pussy, fucking her doggy style.
Demi's hips and 'thunder thighs' smack against Newman's tight ass, taking her like an animal. Ryan bites her lip, tears rolling down her cheeks, fighting the temptation to moan. Her efforts are futile and soon her whimpers grow in timbre and pitch, trembling, until her body coils and she lets out a hard, ear-splitting orgasm.
