[Taylor Hawkins]

Welcome to the first ever Royal Rumble Battle Royale for the Celebrity Wrestling Federation! I wanted to do this as a massive thank you to those that have contributed with stories, voting, and comments through the first 49 CWF events. The rules of the Royal Rumble Battle Royale are simple, and will have NOTHING whatsoever to do with voting. Strength, record, cup size, popularity, all mean nothing. There will be FOUR fighters in the ring at all times, no more, no less. Once a fighter is eliminated by going through the ropes and leaving the ring (over, under, doesn't matter), the next fighter in the order will enter the ring. The last fighter standing is declared the winner!!

If you're interested in the technical side of things, feel free to keep reading. Once I have each entrant numbered 1-30, I will use a random number generator (RNG) to pick their order of entry/appearance. If the first number I draw in the RNG is #23, fighter #23 is the first to enter the ring. This continues until the entire order has been determined. I will not post the order of appearance, so it will always remain a surprise who is coming next. Once the first four fighters are in the ring, fighting will commence. Let's say that the four fighters in the ring are #23, #8, #14, and #21. I will run the RNG until it lands on one of the EXISTING numbers in the ring, let's say #8. This is the ATTACKER. Next, I will run the RNG until it lands on a second EXISTING number in the ring, let's say #14. This means that #8 (attacker) will eliminate #14 in my story. Then, the next fighter in line will enter. No one needs to worry about the numbers, RNG, voting, or writing, this will all be done by me behind the scenes. Hope you enjoy!

You can also view the full event here on the site: (https://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-50-royal-rumble.html)

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


Celeste Star: "Hi everyone and welcome to the Mandalay Bay casino for the very first Celebrity Wrestling Federation Royal Rumble Battle Royale!! I'm your host and color-girl for this very special event, Celeste Star. I'm going to let the fabulous ladies in the ring do most of the talking, but before we get started, here are the rules. There will be FOUR fighters in the ring at all times, no more, no less. Once a fighter is eliminated by going over, under or through the ropes and hitting the ground, the next fighter will be forced to enter the ring. The last fighter standing after all THIRTY girls enter the ring is declared the winner!! Now here's the fun part, the order is completely random and even I don't know who's going to come down that ramp next! The first four girls are getting settled in the ring, so let's get this thing started!!! Starting us off will be Katrina Bowden, Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus and Demi Rose Mawby."

As one might expect, the opening moments were understandably timid, with most of the ladies doing more surveying than scrapping as they tried to settle in to this unique contest. After all, gassing yourself out in the first five minutes was no way to last in such a staggeringly long battle; and with eyes on the million dollar prize awaiting the winner, things would surely be hotly contested with varying strategies and alliances throughout. While one end of the spectrum gave us cautious fighters refusing to engage like Selena Gomez, the other end had reckless tornados like Miley Cyrus. With the others seemingly content to ride out the momentum and conserve their energy, being careful to not pick unnecessary fights, the wildcat blonde opened by tearing into anything with a pulse practically before the bell had even rung.

Celeste Star: "Holy shit! Looks like Miley Cyrus is here for a good time, not a long time. This psycho bitch is scratching and clawing at seemingly all three girls at once! I fucking love her!!"

Maybe Miley was trying to make a bold statement knowing she was unlikely to last until the final four, but the diminutive wild woman managed to pick three separate fights before anyone else had picked one; finally settling on the only girl who would do anything but retreat, Demi Rose Mawby. As the two traded blows on one end of the ring, on the other Katrina Bowden took an arrogant and disinterested seat atop the turnbuckle and simply looked on while preening herself, content to watch the hair fly with Gomez who appeared to be no threat. Not quite as passive as Bowden, Selena continued to wade through and test the waters on the outskirts of Cyrus and Mawby's scrap, picking and choosing when she wanted to dart in for an extra stomp or slap to a downed vixen, playing no favorites while the outcome was still undecided. Finally it was the pixie blonde who gained the upper hand, twirling Mawby into the corner turnbuckle where the winded Brit sagged swaddling her bosom as it heaved. A high-riding tank top cut off just below her massive tits offered a significant amount of underboob when motionless, but as Mawby's tortured frame slumped against the ringpost writhing in agony, her golden orbs couldn't help but spill out the bottom of her frayed tank.

Celeste Star: "Titties!! I saw titties! That's the first 'nipple' prop bet cash for you degenerates at home. That's right, I'm not only your color-girl, but I'm a filthy gambler who laid half her paycheck on random prop bets for this fight. I've got a parlay on 20 sets of tits and 10 fully naked sluts being exposed at +900. Come on Miley, make mommy a millionaire!!!"

Sensing an opportunity to cut down a Bantam early, Selena finally chose her side, joining Miley in the corner for brutal, alternating backhanded slaps to Demi's naked chest. The brunette wailed with each fleshy *CLAP*, her voluptuous frame sagging lower and lower as the machine-gun blows rained down upon her jiggling tits. With Cyrus practically foaming at the mouth, Selena retreated toward the center of the ring at her command, content to take a backseat to an insatiable Cyrus in order to avoid a change of target. With Gomez poised and waiting mid-ring, Miley dragged Demi's blubbering frame out of the corner and slung her toward Selena who was waiting with a devastating Big Boot. Mawby's jaw slung sickeningly sideways as her chin was pierced by Selena's heel, her body buckling and slamming to the canvas with a weighty thud, gurgling and quaking as the springy mat reverberated. Sliding to her knees at Mawby's hip, Gomez made quick work of the convulsing Brit, rolling her lifeless frame beneath the bottom rope and shoving her to the concrete below.

Celeste Star: "What a stunning tag-team knockout that was!! Maybe Miley isn't as nutjob crazy as she looks. That was brilliant maneuvering to get the biggest threat out of the way first! Wait, watch out Selena, I don't like that look in Cyrus' eyes, she might come for you next! Speaking of, here comes the next fighter..."

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


Olivia Munn was down the ramp and sliding into the ring nearly before Demi hit the pavement, but as she darted beneath the ropes and settled on a target, Miley was already dissolving any friendships she might have made; turning on Selena and tucking the mortified brunette between her thighs for a nasty Piledriver that left her head spinning. Gomez spent the next few minutes at Miley's mercy; slung and slammed every which way until the curvy Texan popped right out of her diamond-studded bra, hoarsely wheezing as Miley's latest deposit put the singer nearly out of commission on her back, writhing in breathless agony, one of her golden-brown nipples peeking playfully from her left cup.

Celeste Star: "You better count that little nipple peek as a full-on topless wardrobe malfunction, Vegas. That's two already before the second elimination -- and holy shit! Katrina is looking for the trifecta!!!"

Operating safely clear of the bull-in-a-china-shop blonde, newcomer Olivia Munn wasn't faring much better with her platinum-haired counterpart. Finally hopping off her perch once Munn carelessly turned her back, Katrina Bowden had jumped the Sooner much like Cyrus had Gomez. Vaulted effortlessly through a handful of mirroring throws, Munn was already reeling and even more thoroughly exposed, only Bowden had managed to completely remove her bright pink prize; Olivia's microscopic lycra bikini top. Olivia blubbered and wailed as she belly-crawled toward the ropes, her freed golden orbs mushrooming and teardropping against the canvas as she pathetically squirmed away from a stalking Bowden. The actress' plump cheeks devoured the matching string thong bottoms she'd narrowly managed to keep for the moment, disappearing up her ass as she gingerly reached for the bottom rope.

"Nuh-uh! You're goin' the wrong way!" Bowden callously cooed as she scooped Olivia up by the scalp and wrenched her naked torso off the mat. The brunette throatily mewled as she was dragged upright to wobbly heels, her hands arresting and clinging to Katrina's commanding wrists as she was straightened up against the ropes, her slender sternum bowing the forgiving ring ropes as Kat pressured the curve of her spine with her hip.

"Now go and join the fun, Munn -- alley oop!!" the blonde gleefully barked as she artfully twirled her taller frame and spun Olivia in the opposite direction, slingshotting her across the ring with enough momentum to reach a clumsy stampede. Careening out of control, Olivia tramped toward the pair scuffling on the other half of the ring, letting out a shrill shriek as she lowered her shoulder and clobbered an unsuspecting Cyrus. Too busy going for the kill on Gomez, Miley wasn't able to brace in the slightest; taking Olivia's running shoulder square in the ribs and being awkwardly driven through the ropes, skidding to an awkward stop on her side before tipping out of the ring and hitting the concrete.

Celeste Star: "Unreal!!! Katrina Bowden is practically out of breath she's cackling so hard, and I don't blame her! That couldn't have worked out more perfectly if she'd planned it. Wait, did she plan that?!"

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


The next fighter to climb into the ring was Alison Brie, who made a preventive beeline toward former stablemate Olivia Munn who was desperately clinging to the ropes after knocking Cyrus through them. Displaying a heartwarming bit of integrity by helping Munn back to her feet, Alison's compassion would cost her almost immediately now that Katrina had started to feel as though she was the alpha in the ring. With Gomez and Munn licking their wounds and too weary to fight for the moment, the conniving blonde made short work of a helpless Brie. Taking a page out of her stablemate and partner Stacy Keibler's playbook, Bowden used one of her sinewy stems to pin the shorter Brie to the corner turnbuckle, lifting and choking the convulsing brunette with her heel until Alison collapsed in a sputtering heap at her feet.

Celeste Star: "Is that even legal, Ref?! Aren't there rules against strangulation? Wait -- who am I even talking to? I don't see an official for miles. Fuck it, peel her out of that top while she's down!"

The wounded brunette's porcelain, milky white curves spilled from the biting spandex top and bottoms saran-wrapped around her frame, nearly overflowing out of her top as she curled into the fetal position on all fours cupping her throat. Just as Katrina sensually hunched at the waist to peel Brie right back up, the canvas began to rumble with a heavy patter of footsteps at her back. Seemingly with eyes in the back of her skull, Bowden effortlessly wheeled just in time to catch a charging Munn with a breathtaking Spinning Heel Kick, another devastating trick taught to her by her mentor, Stacy Keibler. Olivia's lifeless frame weightlessly twirled and went airborne as her limbs instantly sloshed to her sides, crippled by the big boot to her jaw that almost spun her through a full backflip revolution. The decapitated Munn landed with a meaty thud on her plump backside, her delicate frame sprawled into the splits with her arms strewn above her head, a showering mist of sweat coating her glistening, naked torso from the explosion.

Celeste Star: "Sweet Jesus!!! Olivia just got absolutely DEMOLISHED! She's down and she ain't gettin' up anytime soon after that brutal heel... Somebody roll that comatose bitch out of the ring, but take her thong first!"

Afforded a moment to turn her attention back to Alison now that Munn was peacefully slumbering and sufficiently dealt with, the stunned silent arena watched in awe as Katrina lifted Alison's chin, propping up the teary, doe-eyed brunette for another devastating spike of her heel. In a brilliant flash of fleshy lightning, Katrina coiled her corpsemaker right leg and toe-kicked Alison Brie square in the temple, knocking her out cold with one sweep of her foot. Following another thunderous *CLAP* of meat, Brie's torso skid through the bottom and middle rope at her side, awkwardly folding and spilling to the concrete below.

Celeste Star: "Wow! A two-on-one and Katrina didn't even break a sweat?! What is this girl made of? A sweet gesture, but you've got to wonder about Alison Brie's strategy there. Sure you want some honor in an elimination, but she could've shoved Olivia Munn right through the ropes and scored an easy knockout! Instead, they're both sleepin' with the fishes..."

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


As awestruck at Katrina's extraordinary display of athleticism as the crowd was, Selena Gomez was equally dumbfounded by what she'd just seen. How could she compete with that?! So frozen with terror in fact, that she'd drifted aimlessly toward the ropes away from the action, leaving herself vulnerable from the backside. This wasn't too big a problem with all the fight kept in front of her, but the nature of this competition presented unique problems.

Celeste Star: "Selena doesn't see her! She doesn't see her! She's frozen solid! Run away baby deer, there's a semi headed straight toward you!!"

As Katrina moved to clean up her second kill, Gomez continued to back too close to the tiger cage, and when the next fighter, Kristen Bell, rolled under the ropes at Selena's hip, the overwhelmed brunette sung her last note.

"Hey, kid!" the elder Bell yelped as she sprinted through and dove under the bottom rope, springing to her feet just as Selena twirled to greet her with a startled expression etched across her face. Gripping the awestruck brunette by her curvy hips, Kristen curled around her and tucked her pelvis against Selena's bubbly ass, locking the floundering singer in her grip before exploding backwards with a majestic German Suplex. A diminutive fighter at only 5'1, Bell lifted to her tippy toes to ensure Gomez cleared the top rope as she let fly with her baggage and vaulted Selena out of the ring, releasing her at the peak and slinging her carelessly to the ground below. Selena landed awkwardly folded in half, crunching with a fleshy, bony bounce off the unforgiving concrete before skidding to a brutal stop, motionless on her side.

Celeste Star: "I guess the kid is the paramedics' problem now... Can we get someone down there to check on Selena Gomez??? Does Kristen Bell really want to take on Katrina Bowden right now? I'm not so sure I'd want to poke that bear, best to just let her play with her food. Right now that meal is Olivia Munn, but it doesn't look like there's much fight left in that dead fish, just some flopping."

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


The next fighter in the ring couldn't have come at a more opportune time for the still-twitching Munn, as it was her stablemate, Megan Fox.

Celeste Star: "Absolutely unreal luck there for Olivia -- if there's anyone who can step into this ring and immediately assert some dominance and control, it's Foxy. This bitch is a born-winner; somebody better warn Katrina before Megan goes for a sneak attack!"

As Katrina continued her steamy parade around the downed corpse of Olivia Munn, the brunette was finally beginning to stir back to life; though surprisingly Katrina was encouraging Olivia to her feet with a barrage of X-rated taunts. With a point and wink toward the announcer's table, Katrina sensually straddled the wide, rocking hips of the spasming brunette and peeled her out of her sagging string bottoms; shimmying the tiny, biting crotch until it slid down over her thick mound of pubic hair, then plucking the sweat-soaked material from her plump lips. With another gleeful grin, Bowden flicked the slingshot into the front rows; a mad rush ensuing as throngs of fans dove to the floor hoping to score the first of what they hoped were many souvenirs.

Celeste Star: "That tease!! I thought with that glance over here that Katrina was gonna fling those panties to me. Maybe I should've gone head-first into the stands to get them... Either way, there's my first big prop hit -- we get some bush within the first five rounds!! At +700, mamma's gettin' a new ride!"

Accompanying a discordant roar from the crowd, Megan Fox finally made her way down the ramp and darted into the ring, making a brash rush toward her partner who looked to be on the ropes, both figuratively and literally.

"Not so fast -- take a seat, bitch!!" Kristen alertly shouted, intercepting Megan mid-ring before she could reach Katrina. Clasping the shoulder strap of Megan's sheer, matte black bra with both hands, Bell twirled and slung the startled Fox right back where she came from, nearly sending her clean out of the ring with one authoritative swing. With her feet barely having hit the mat, Megan was awkwardly launched through the ropes, both shoulder straps of her leather bra snapping instantly in Bell's palms as she tumbled out of the ring, just managing to snag the middle rope with one hand as she skid to the edge of the apron. Her eyes wide with consternation, Megan narrowly managed to lift herself from her dangling predicament and climb off the edge of elimination, sliding back beneath the bottom rope as Kristen huffed in frustration that she hadn't scored the fortunate fall. With her dangling bra now strapless and suspended around her belly as she pushed to her knees, Megan took Kristen's non-verbal message to heart as Bell stepped between Fox and the devastation befalling her partner, knowing she herself was in too compromised a position against the ropes.

Celeste Star: "What a stunning turn -- Kristen Bell protecting Katrina Bowden?? Do they have some affiliation I'm not aware of? Can we get the research department on that? She almost took Megan Fox out with the snap of a finger! I guess blondes stick together, at least for now..."

With Olivia finally drifting back to life, her eyes vacantly fluttering open, the brunette's naked spasms and convulsions gave way to rapid, anxious panting as Katrina stepped over her slender waist once again, clawing at the brunette's scalp and lifting her to unsteady footing with one harsh tug. Twirling and hugging Munn's drifting frame tight to her belly chest-to-chest, Olivia blubbered as Katrina's toned frame enveloped her own, pancaking her fleshy, dangling B-cups flat to her sternum. The brunette's bubbly, perked ass jiggled as Katrina's lanky frame swathed over Munn's, twisting one arm behind her back and hooking the crook of Olivia's thigh with the other so she could lift her into a graceless Voodoo Drop position. The raven-haired actress hysterically twitched and squirmed as her muscled stems tightened around Katrina's waist, holding herself up momentarily until the blonde detonated the neatly packaged Munn, dropping to her ass and depositing Olivia spine-first with sickening precision.

Celeste Star: "Oh Jesus Christ -- I can't look!!"

Olivia's curvy frame caved in on itself like a dying star at impact, her arms tossed skyward as her buckled body trampolined off the mat. Lingering momentarily in a seated position, the brunette toppled backwards to her back, tits-up, arms strewn lifelessly above her head, her thighs split and quaking as Katrina pried them into a degrading split. Katrina looked down callously at her delicate prey as the ring softly quaked from both the impact and the deafening roar of the crowd; Olivia's supple tits sloshing and twitching as her body lifelessly pitched, gurgling as her bulbs rolled into the back of her skull. After eliciting another battered grunt from the downed beauty's lips with a harsh yank of her sweat-soaked mound of pubic hair, Bowden tossed the glossy-eyed Munn from her lap into a crumpled heap of flesh at her side. A simple shove to her shoulder was enough to send the convulsing Munn tumbling through the ropes, hanging strung-up for a moment before dropping to the concrete.

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


With the two Hawkins girls having been separated and dissected by the tag-teaming blondes, now it was Megan Fox's turn to feel the brunt of their wrath. Peeled off the ropes by four groping hands, Megan was put through the ringer as the next fighter, Zendaya Coleman, was left to watch without a care in the world, too scared to interrupt the twin-blonde dismantling.

Celeste Star: "It looks like blondes DO have more fun! Maybe they suspected a little bit of foul play at the timing of Megan Fox's draw -- they didn't like the idea of her saving Olivia from elimination and they're making the Hawkins girls pay dearly for it!!"

Peeled completely au naturel at the alternating hands of Bowden and Bell, Megan Fox was looking for any sort of escape route, no matter how irrational or batty it might seem. Unfortunately for Zendaya, Fox's new patsy, her plan worked like a charm. With the two blondes refusing to turn their attention to Coleman at the expense of letting Megan escape, Fox instead went after Zendaya herself. Finally managing to squirm free of their joint torture session, Megan raced across the ring and dove square into the unsuspecting Coleman's thighs, form-tackling the lanky brunette and wailing away at her lightly shielded skull with haymaker after haymaker. Somewhat stunned but no doubt amused, Bowden and Bell actually chose to break up this catty scrap, dragging Megan off Zendaya and splitting the two up with a slight scratch of the head.

Celeste Star: "Has Megan lost her marbles?! What in the hell did Zendaya do to her? The blondes have beat her senseless!"

Finally back to even odds, Megan's dazzling fighting chops were able to shine bright as she erupted with heaps of pent-up rage on the poor, unsuspecting Bowden. Slobberknocker elbows to the jaw, a brain-scrambling headbutt to the chin, and a final slug to the blonde's taut gut sent Katrina tumbling into the corner, cut down to size by the fiery, tatted brunette. Looking to repay Kat's favor, Megan proceeded to tear through every fiber of the blubbering blonde's outfit, shredding her raunchy schoolgirl attire and leaving Bowden a matching shade of naked as Megan now towered over her.

Opposite Megan's rising flames, Kristen was taking care of business with little-to-no effort, ragdolling Zendaya from post-to-post until the towering Bantam dropped helplessly to her knees, windedly clutching her battered, bright-red tummy. Straddling the gagging and sputtering brunette from behind as she sagged to all fours, Kristen stepped up and tightened her slender thighs around Zendaya's skull. With little more than a startled yip, Kristen dropped to both knees herself and spiked Zendaya's forehead against the canvas with a devastating Kneeling Facebuster, knocking the youngster out cold. With the flick of her wrist and the kick of her heel, Coleman hit the pavement, and an appalled Kristen Bell turned her attention right back toward a shockingly domineering Megan Fox.

Celeste Star: "Uh-oh Foxy!! TURN AROUND! That little pixie freight-train is comin'!!"

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


Megan's lithe, bronzed frame rippled with sweat and toned muscle as she proudly postured straight up over the withered blonde; craning her body as she reached up with labored breath to toss her loose, silk locks over her shoulder and out of her eyes. Reduced to a blubbering, naked puddle of gangly limbs at Fox's feet was Katrina Bowden; yet for some reason a shit-eating grin was plastered across her face as she peered up at the brunette through the foggy, blinding overhead lights.

"HHHNNNGGGGGUUUHH... You BITC--GGGGNNNNGGGLLL" Megan suddenly wailed, her left leg buckling awkwardly as Kristen Bell pranced across the ring from behind and spiked the sole of her heel into the pit of Fox's knee, dropping the actress to the canvas for a split second before bounding right back up. Without breaking stride, Kristen twirled her fingers around two clumps of Megan's flowing tresses and spiked her chin-first against the mat with a face-busting Running Bulldog, crippling the brunette right in Katrina's lap. Megan senselessly pitched and convulsed as she was laid out on her belly, arms and legs strewn to four separate corners of the ring as she throatily mewled and sputtered, somehow clinging to consciousness. Invigorated after being saved by her knight in shining beachwear, Bowden exhaustedly crab-crawled on all fours over Fox's stripped and sprawled frame, cupping and humiliatingly spreading her plump, perked ass cheeks, ensuring indecent exposure as the raven-haired beauty continued to twitch.

"This filthy slut is mine, Kris..." Katrina gruffly panted to her impromptu tag partner as she shuffled back to her feet; her delicate, sleek frame stretching to full height as she tugged an incoherent Megan Fox up with her. Clutching Megan's tousled mane with one hand and her forearm with the other, Katrina wheeled kicked it into a trot, slinging Fox across the ring toward the far ropes, looking for another killshot Spinning Heel Kick on the rebound.

Celeste Star: "Looks like K is going back to the well with that patented Keibler Heel Kick... Get out of the way Foxy!! Wait -- what the fuck?!"

The ring quaked as Megan drunkenly tramped across the ring, falling clumsily into the ropes before catapulting back toward Bowden's waiting boot. Only just as Megan's bowing spine left the rubber springs, the next competitor, Hilary Duff, slid athletically into the ring and caught the listless brunette by the neck. Megan's pupils stretched wide as she came eye-to-eye with the newly-crowned Flyweight Champion, her debilitated frame collapsing into Duff's sculpted torso, her freed, teardropping B-cups mushrooming flat to her sternum as Hilary's tightly-wrapped pair buried the brunette's. Drool sloshed from Megan's glossy bottom lip as her mouth fell agape, thighs quaking, throatily gurgling as Hilary palmed the small of her back with her opposite hand and lifted Fox off the canvas with a breathtaking One-Handed Chokeslam. After a spectacular, athletic pause at the pinnacle, Hilary slammed the pedaling brunette spine-first to the canvas, the back of her skull hammering the mat as the rest of her frame whiplashed against the ground. There was a sickening, guttural grunt as Megan's curled frame was detonated, limbs flailing lifelessly in every direction as her arched back bounced off the mat, then skid to a crumpled stop. The actress' mouth hung open as her vacant bulbs rolled into the back of her skull, her slender sternum violently twitching with convulsions as her thighs fell into the splits. The thin landing strip of pubic hair shaven above her sleek, pink slit was given one last invasive shot on the massive overhead TV screens before Hilary went to finish her business, latching onto one of Megan's ankles and slinging her naked, spasming corpse through the ropes for the elimination.

Celeste Star: "Absolutely unreal!! I know Katrina wanted that elimination herself, but she can't be too upset that Fox is finally out of the ring... And neither can I, considering a certain someone has Hilary Duff with Over 2.5 eliminations tonight. Of course I wasn't ROOTING for that stolen kill, but I'll take it as a totally unbiased commentator! Now we've got three platinum-haired beauties currently in the ring together, it looks like those blondie allegiances are about to be tested!"

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


The next few minutes were filled with a torrid whirlwind of jaw-dropping throws and lubricious tactics, but despite Katrina Bowden and Kristen Bell once again ganging up, Hilary Duff was more than game to take them both on at once. Like a superheroine fighting off a hoarde of henchmen, Hilary's ability to dodge and parry was truly jaw-dropping; fending off one blonde with an artful reversal and slinging her into the ropes just in time to obliterate the next with a destructive elbow that left the second reeling. No matter what the two exhausting blondes threw at Duff, it wasn't enough to gain an upper hand, and with both running on fumes at this point, their window of opportunity was dwindling.

Despite the worry that history might repeat itself, the newest challenger, Cali Logan, was quite a bit more experienced than Zendaya, and her athletic efforts to avoid being sucked into the blonde hurricane of limbs that was spinning across the mat were truly a sight to behold.

Celeste Star: "This thing is comin' to a head, I can feel it -- Cali Logan has to pick a side and fast! Hilary might not be a bad partner to save from these two fading blondes and keep in your back pocket for later, just some free advice, friend-to-friend Cali..."

Feeling the fight slip through her fingertips, Katrina Bowden's efforts reeked of desperation, and after a reckless overhand right hurtled past Hilary's ducking head, the sinewy blonde countered by pumping one of her rippling, muscled stems square into Bowden's taut belly. Hoarsely gagging and doubling over at the waist, the frazzled Katrina disjointedly tripped backwards clutching her abdomen, falling through the ropes and tripping to the apron, just managing to snag the middle rope before dropping out of the ring altogether. The naked, gangly blonde hung on for dear life as Hilary approached the outskirts, grabbing hold of Katrina by the hair and looking to eject her from the ring like a bouncer kicking out a belligerent patron. Bowden wailed as she was lifted back to wobbly feet by the scalp, her lanky frame awkwardly bending over the ropes and arched taut as Hilary coiled to sling her off the apron.

Suddenly there was a fleshy *THWACK* as Kristen Bell rejoined the fray and whipped a biting elbow into Hilary's jaw from her peripherals. A stunned Duff dropped hold of Bowden and staggered toward the nearest turnbuckle, allowing Kat to alertly dip back through the ropes to safety. Wading forward and following her successful elbow, Kristen twisted Hilary toward the center of the ring and ripped another head-hunting right toward her jaw, only this one was miraculously stopped short. Somehow reacting instantly, Hilary jut her free hand upwards and caught Kristen's strike mid-air, clutching the diminutive blonde's wrist as Bell furiously squirmed and whimpered, astounded at Duff's reflexes. At a loss for what to do next, Bell devilishly reached for the only opportunity staring her square in the face; Hilary's lycra tube top. An ear-piercing squeal burst from Hilary's lips as her cheeks flushed bright red, mortified as Kristen palmed the low-cut neck of her spandex bra and yanked the material down around her belly, stripping Duff topless with one fell swoop. Her fighting instincts turning catty, Hilary returned the favor by releasing Kristen's wrist and palming both her perky B-cups; jerking and tearing until the cups of Bell's bra were flipped inside out, her breasts finally spilling free when both shoulder straps snapped in half.

"You...fucking... WHORE!" Bell hissed, incensed that Hilary had simply done exactly what Kristen had done seconds ago. Corkscrewing her tiny frame, Kristen reared back for a snappy leg kick that exploded against the outside of Hilary's knee, her joint buckling inward as she staggered back half a step. Out of nowhere, Kristen was shoved aside and Katrina bounded forward, crow-hopping into Duff and spearing the topless blonde square in the tits with a ferocious Front Kick. Duff let out a throaty grunt as she was driven across the ring, swaddling her pierced sternum as she careened backwards, eyes stretched wide in agony.

Paying close attention from the shadows, Cali Logan finally picked her side. With Duff stammering on her heels right toward her, Cali simply dropped to her knees at the last possible second, bridging her body and allowing Hilary to tumble clean over her. With her bearings completely lost, Hilary let out a shriek as she toppled over Logan on all fours, falling gracelessly through the ropes and hitting concrete.

Celeste Star: "Oh come on!! Three against one?! This elimination is under protest -- by me!!"

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


With every mounting elimination at the hands of Kristen and Katrina, the animosity shown by new fighters entering the ring began to multiply exponentially; and before the tiring pair could set their sights on the lonely Cali Logan, the next competitor was already at her side ready to tandem with the fetish superstar and take these sharks out once and for all.

Celeste Star: "Boy, oh boy, we've got a fun one now! I don't think Kristen Stewart even glanced at Cali when she slid in the ring; she's eyeing the blondes!! What adorable unspoken chemistry these two brunette's just showed -- I want what they have..."

Separate, then eliminate, that was the brunette's strategy; and for a moment it was paying off in spades. With the two Kristens pairing off and Cali stalking Katrina Bowden, the spent blondes were finally getting a taste of their own medicine now that they weren't able to double team whomever stood opposite them.

Cali Logan was more than thrilled to boast her wrestling chops with Bowden serving as her naked ragdoll; grinding the powerless blonde through destructive slams and crushing holds that left Katrina sobbing for mercy. After all, there were no submissions tonight; Kat would have to crawl out of the ring on her own if she wanted away from Logan's masterful hand. Ever the performer, Cali had made sure to pour herself into such a microscopic bikini that even in victory she wouldn't be contained. After nearly ten minutes, Logan had yet to hit the mat, but was already spilling out of her heroic top simply from all the violent punishment she'd dished out. With each pocket-sized cup of her bra having slid off her tits, her all-natural girls were allowed to flop free, and she showed no intent to cover back up. Katrina's writhing, nude form was a sight to behold as Cali's latest Facebuster left Bowden blubbering and unable to stand, instead simply sputtering on her belly clutching her pulsing jaw and pounding her never-ending stems against the canvas. Cali acknowledged the roaring crowd by raising one hand skyward as she stood over a prone Bowden, plucking her sagging, low-waisted thong from its invasive hike between her plump lips with the other, her thick landing strip scantily covered by the tiny crotch as she struggled to keep her mound under wraps.

With Cali arrogantly basking in her own adulation, Katrina was afforded an undeserved moment to recover, rolling meekly to her side and looking up at the straddling, unsuspecting Logan, her legs so invitingly parted. Covertly coiling one of her stems, Bowden detestably speared Cali right between the thighs, pistoning her heel into Logan's exposed crotch.

"HHHNNGGGGGGOOOHHH..." the brunette throatily howled, pinching her thighs together and drifting back half a step before tipping to her side, writhing in agony as she cupped her electrified kitty with both palms, allowing Katrina to finally peel herself off the canvas with a wince.

Celeste Star: "Yikes Cali! I felt that one over here! I bet that hurts only slightly more than the scripted low-blow she's used to..."

Opposite the dueling Bowden and Logan, Kristen Bell and Kristen Stewart had been engaged in a much more competitive back and forth. Early on it was Stewart with the advantage, using her freshness to pummel Bell's sleek midsection and bare breasts with a relentless barrage of knees and backhand slaps. But with such a repetitive repertoire, the blonde managed to eventually solve Stewart's puzzle and flip it on its head; countering with a nasty DDT and subsequent Rear Naked Choke that pushed the brunette to the brink. Now it was Bell who'd seized control, throwing Kristen Stewart through the ropes and just narrowly missing an elimination. With Stewart holding on for dear life from outside the ring, the two were recklessly clubbing each other with an endless battery of alternating strikes, only it looked as though Stewart was at the end of her rope, literally. Clinging to the top rope with one hand, Stewart sagged to a knee as Bell erupted with a head-snapping elbow that sent a heavy mist of sweat and slobber misting into the air.

"Fucking... LET GO!!" Bell furiously balked, pausing her merciless shelling and instead beginning to pry at the brunette's fingers. Suddenly the ring began to quake as a hard-charging Katrina Bowden slogged across the ring, seeing an opportunity to kill two birds with one heavy stone as she shouldered the tangled pair of Kristens with a bludgeoning form-tackle from behind. A fleshy *CLAP* erupted as the mess of limbs and naked torsos collided, the impact sending Bell awkwardly spilling through the middle and top rope. Stewart was knocked clean but held on to Bell for as long as she could manage, clutching the contorted blonde before both finally tumbled from the apron, hitting concrete almost simultaneously.

Celeste Star: "I can't believe what I just saw!! Katrina Bowden had Cali Logan down and out, but instead she turned on her own partner and threw them both out of the ring! Brilliant, merciless, heartless, this bitch is just a killer!!! I fucking love her!"

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


With Katrina Bowden's seemingly insatiable elimination-lust temporarily quelled, the blonde was content to callously toy with the downed and distressed prey writhing at her feet as she and Cali momentarily shared the ring alone. A derisive tug on Cali's string thong elicited a throaty yip as Logan lurched toward the corner ropes on hands and knees, her plump derrière sensually sashaying as she pathetically crawled no more than a few inches at a time, hung up on Katrina's humiliating, biting wedgie. With the flip of a switch, the mocking blonde's wicked cackle turned into a snarl as she took half a step back and coiled her deadly right leg before erupting with a loathsome toe kick to Logan's blubbering, rosy cheek. Cali's thin frame twisted through a barrel-roll, spiraling a full 540 degrees before flopping awkwardly to her backside, tits-up and pointed skyward. The dismantled fetish star's glossy bulbs rolled into the back of her skull as her body gently sloshed and rocked with convulsions, twitching and gurgling as she skid to the base of the ropes, another effortless elimination had Katrina desired.

Planting her heel domineeringly atop Cali's bushy, scantily-clad mound, the naked, exhausted blonde found a second wind as she thrust her arms into the air victoriously, basking in the adulation of the crowd; her sails buoyed by their deafening roars. Suddenly there were a pair of successive rumbles behind Bowden as the actress wheeled to a horrific sight -- two fresh competitors slipping beneath the ropes in opposing corners. Perhaps lacking oxygen to the brain, or perhaps simply more daring and cagey than she'd been given credit for, Katrina Bowden sauntered right between the two new fighters, Emma Watson and Lucy Pinder, and simply threw her hand down as if she were a referee signaling the start of a fight. After a moment of understandable confusion, by some miracle Watson and Pinder actually listened, careening into one another at Katrina's command.

Celeste Star: "Um... Someone please explain what the FUCK just happened! Did Lucy and Emma actually get duped by that?! Or did they just respect that she had the gall to attempt it? Either way, these two superstars are going at it and I'm here for it!! I know Emma's the Strawweight Champion, but does she really want Pinder one-on-one???"

Flabbergasted that her bluff had actually worked, Bowden resumed her one-woman parade around an unresponsive Logan, casually peeling the twitching brunette out of her bottoms and facetiously flinging them toward the catty ball-of-hate that Watson and Pinder had twisted into just a few feet away. Locked in an unyielding clinch, the two shrieking beauties took turns slinging the other spine-first into alternating turnbuckles; their whirling dervish finally dissipating as Watson bore a hole through Lucy's gut with a crippling knee. Pinder fell to a wobbly knee as a mouthful of drool sloshed to the canvas, her eyes bulging as Emma stepped up and straddled the wheezing Brit, her cheek plastered to Emma's toned belly. Reaching down and palming a hunk of mountainous flesh, Watson tugged the glamour model back to her feet by her left tit, spilling the golden orb from its string bikini cup as she ruggedly yanked and pulled.

Summoning a staggering amount of strength considering their weight differences, Emma managed to hoist Lucy off her toes and lift her into a breathtaking Bearhug; wrenching and squeezing the squealing Brit back and forth like a ragdoll. Drifting to the nearest corner turnbuckle and using it for additional support, Emma continued to throttle up their embrace until she'd wrung every ounce of air from Pinder's lungs and slung both heaving tits free of their now displaced bikini top. Lucy continued to helplessly wail and squirm until her movements began to slow with each successive jostle of her crushed frame; but only when she fortuitously glanced down at her shimmied naked bosom did the lightbulb finally go on. With her freed breasts already nuzzled right up to Watson's chin, all Lucy had to do was wait for Watson to hike her higher attempting to snuff the brunette out for good, but in reality just lifting Pinder high enough to toss her arms around her neck and pull her into an inescapable Breast Smother.

Now finding herself trapped in Pinder's snare, Emma furiously stamped her heels and shred Lucy's naked back with her nails; muffled pleas filling the crevasse of Lucy's bulging tits as she quickly began to suffocate the redhead. Katrina watched on with glee as Emma struggled to remain upright, drunkenly drifting back and forth as her knees began to buckle, threatening to give out altogether as Lucy's mammoth tits sucked the life out of her. Whether by chance or by design, the unthinkable suddenly happened as Emma planted her left heel against the canvas and genuflect to a sharp knee, spiking her bony joint right between Lucy's parted legs with a pristine Reverse Atomic Drop. There was a throaty grunt as Lucy's tit smother disintegrated, a fleshy *THWACK* erupting from between her stems as they were split by Emma's thigh, devastating the already winded brunette. Teetering on her knees for a moment, Lucy was completely felled by the stunning double-reversal, curling into a mewling ball right in Emma's lap. A two-handed shove to Lucy's curled spine sent the Brit tumbling out of the ring as a frustrated Emma Watson sagged to her knees facing the corner, irked that she'd let a little slip up like that take so much gas out of her tanks when Pinder was already a goner in her arms.

Celeste Star: "What sort of jackass would say Emma should be scared of Lucy?! Certainly not me five minutes ago... But there's a nice little bow on Lucy Pinder for ya! How much does Emma have left in the tank? She was nearly out on her feet!"

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


Celeste Star: "Oh no -- look alive kid!!"

With the action beginning to ramp up, fighters were being shuffled into the ring even more efficiently after eliminations, with a handful of those on-deck even standing ringside awaiting their turn.

Celeste Star: "Now I'm not gonna play spoiler for those of you watching, but things just got a lot more crowded around the ring -- I'm swimming in the Celebrity Wrestling Federation's finest! Maybe if I tell some of these girls my bets, I might actually win one..."

Quiet as a mouse, the next competitor, Charlotte McKinney, tentatively rolled underneath the rope at Emma's turned back; miming a single-finger "shush" to Katrina Bowden across the ring as she tiptoed toward Watson. Finally sidling close enough to pounce, the bodacious blonde did just that, snaring Emma around the neck and tucking her into a stifling Headlock from behind. Emma's delicate features twisted as she was hauled back up to her feet; twisting, bucking and gurgling as Charlotte twirled and clasped a single bicep around around her slender neck, seemingly preparing for a Running Bulldog or some sort of DDT. Watson was beside herself as she desperately pried at Charlotte's forearm, her spirit waning as the unorthodox choke combined with Lucy Pinder's brief Breast Smother left her reeling and struggling to break free.

Once again Katrina Bowden watched from the ropes with a palpable disinterest, more content to rest against the outskirts than participate, and rightfully so. Looking to help jump-start a potential new alliance with another blonde that might carry her toward the finish-line, Katrina hauled a waking Cali Logan off the canvas who was appalled to look down and see she was now bottomless at the blonde's hand. With her wits only partially repaired, Cali stumbled clumsily into McKinney's hip as Katrina tossed her into the fray with a giggle, colliding with Charlotte and momentarily ruffling her choke attempt on Watson. Logan's hazel bulbs peered right into Charlotte's deep pools as she accidentally bumped into the blonde's hip before being engulfed by the black hole; snatched and cradled beneath Charlotte's other armpit with one swift jerk.

The deadly diva took a moment to strut around the ring with both Logan and Watson awkwardly contorted and tucked away, deciphering how exactly she might put both out before a wicked grin slid across her lips. Pausing in front of a skittish Bowden, Charlotte lifted gently to her tippy toes with a friendly, toothy smile, perking her massive bosom and gesturing to Katrina with her eyes.

"Well, give the people what they want!" Charlotte barked, instructing Katrina to free her tightly wrapped tits from their spandex home, to which Bowden complied. With Charlotte's delicious, overflowing F-cups spilling free, the partially-shielded features of Watson and Logan contorted in dismay, their squirming intensifying for a split second before McKinney curled her arms inward and buried both wriggling Strawweights underneath her titanic pair. Charlotte's heaving bosom jiggled and mushroomed as both hooked trout floundered in her grasp; blubbering, mewling, and clawing at her forearms until their protests began to slow in-unison. The embattled Logan was the first to sputter to a stop, her arms falling away and dangling at her hip as her knees buckled, folding inward. Her guttural, throaty grunts and fleshy convulsions signaled to McKinney that it was time to let up, finally dropping the limp brunette and allowing her naked frame to fold atop itself, her thighs awkwardly chicken-winging into the splits as she folded over her calves, arms strewn lifelessly above her head. Watson held out, but only for a moment longer, eventually succumbing just as Logan had and being left in a twitching heap right beside her.

Giving her panting, heaving tits a victorious shimmy for the crowd, Charlotte moved on to clean-up duty as she straddled the sleeping beauties and rolled each out of the ring, scoring a stunning double knockout.

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


At least for now, there would be no tag team alliance between the two blondes waiting in the ring; as the next two entrants found it prudent to separate and take them on individually rather than chancing that they found some sort of chemistry working together. Emily Addison, the first into the ring, made the shrewd and inviting decision to pick on the weakened Katrina, while Keira Knightley drew the short straw and was left with McKinney. Despite the fetish star enjoying a decided advantage in her matchup, neither was faring much better than the other early on.

Before the Brit had even locked horns with McKinney on the other side of the ring, Addison was already reeling. With her feet barely having hit the canvas, Katrina was glued to her hip, boring a hole through Addison's pierced navel with a gutting heel kick before spiking her forehead against the ground with a shattering DDT. Emily blubbered as she semi-alertly rolled to her side, tucking one of her spilled breasts back into her bikini top before being ushered back to her feet and slung across the ring into the springy ropes. Whizzing past Keira, Emily bounded right back toward a waiting Bowden who devastated the fetish star with a debilitating Spinning Heel Kick; the same one she'd attempted on Megan Fox and Olivia Munn. Emily's curvy frame went airborne before slamming to her back, both her tits jostling free from their pint-sized cups as she stared blankly skyward, blinking away the blinding flashes of lightning dancing across her field of vision.

With the ring still quaking, there was suddenly another shockwave as Charlotte effortlessly scooped up a squealing Knightley and drilled the small of her back against the mat with a heart-stopping Sidewalk Slam. The Brit's lithe frame stiffened as her spine arched off the canvas, her jaw dropping wide open as she hoarsely scuffled for oxygen, her painted lashes rapidly fluttering as she clutched at her aching back.

"Since your tits are nothing to write home about, let's see if that kitty of yours excites them, huh?" Charlotte quipped, taking a quick peek behind the curtain before shimmying Keira out of her spandex bottoms. The sputtering brunette could do little more than thrash and whimper in protest as she continued to howl for oxygen, her lungs still flattened by McKinney's weighted slam as she was stripped bottomless. There was a thunderous roar as the thick landing strip of pubic hair above her cxnt was slowly unveiled, followed by the jiggle of her plump, upturned ass before her stems heavily collapsed back to the mat, parted into the splits.

Celeste Star: "Can I get an update on my nudity prop?! I think we're halfway to ten -- pick up the pace girls, let's see some snatch!!"

As McKinney looked over to survey the landscape, her scan paused on Emily's rotund ass perked over at the waist, her compact frame tucked between Katrina's bare thighs ready to be hoisted through a Piledriver.

"Wait!! Tandem takedowns!" McKinney windedly huffed, stopping Katrina in her tracks before wheeling back to her feet. A puzzled Bowden paused momentarily as Charlotte inched her toward the center of the ring, Emily's muzzled squeals still deafly vibrating between her long stems. With Katrina in a holding pattern, Charlotte roughly straightened the blubbering Brit, hoisting Keira effortlessly to her feet before balancing her on her heels. The brunette throatily wailed as Charlotte gripped her locks with both palms and thrust her skull between her bronzed gams, tucking Keira at the waist. Keira helplessly clawed at the back of Charlotte's thighs as her lithe frame was exposed and contorted, her slender stems inching awkwardly into a standing split as Charlotte planted both palms against the small of her back, hunching her further. Keira's plump, pink pussy peeked out from between her growing thigh-gap as Charlotte inched shoulder-to-shoulder with Katrina, who with a wave from McKinney hoisted Emily off her heels in unison with the commanding blonde. The two squealing brunettes were vaulted and twirled, their thighs tossed limply over each blonde's shoulders before being dumped to the mat with a pair of destructive Piledrivers. Each mangled, gangly frame spilled messily to the mat after the tip of their skull was driven through the canvas, spasming and gurgling before falling flat to their back.

Katrina was visibly dog-tired as she momentarily sagged over Emily's devastated, twitching frame, too spent to celebrate as she instead opted to simply roll the spasming, topless brunette beneath the nearby bottom rope. Charlotte, by far the most sprightly left in the ring, opted to lurch forward and dangle her heaving, freed tits over Keira's comatose face, groping the Brit's twitching A-cups with both palms until she managed to tug aside the top that offered them cover. Lifting the naked, convulsing brunette by her dark brown locks, McKinney hooked one of her slender thighs and slung the spasming bag of flesh through the ropes, hitting the concrete below with a weighty *THUD*.

Celeste Star: "What is it about Katrina Bowden that she manages to cast a spell over every blonde who enters the ring with her?! She might be invincible! And Charlotte might be unbeatable..."

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


Celeste Star: "Oh no -- just what the other girls DIDN'T want to see! Charlotte just got a friend!"

Rewarded for her valiant efforts thus far, Katrina was gifted with another titanic hurdle; her heart sinking when she saw Scarlett Johansson enter the ring. An actual stablemate of Charlotte's, Katrina knew her hopes of forming an alliance with McKinney were all but dead now. And if the sight of Johansson wasn't enough to rattle the spent blonde, the next fighter was. Hellbent on revenge for their last encounter, Stana Katic recklessly sprinted through the ropes and right past McKinney and Johansson, throwing herself like a lunatic into Bowden.

"Well go on ahead why don't cha..." Charlotte muttered as she and Johansson shared a quick embrace, annoyed that Katic impudently ran right past the two colossal blondes rather than stopping to show her respects.

Clad in an uncharacteristically skimpy micro bikini and string thong, her shoulder-length auburn hair twisted in braids, Katic erupted like a bat out of hell on a shell-shocked Bowden; pumping the naked blonde with knees and elbows until she woozily fell into the nearby ropes.

"We get winner!" Johansson playfully quipped from the sidelines as the two unoccupied blondes patiently waited their turn.

Katrina woundedly sagged against the turnbuckle with her spine aligned with the post, each arm messily draped over opposite top ropes, her mouth windedly hanging open as Stana postured up before her. The blonde seemed to be on her last leg as she sagged to half her height, her freed B-cup tits teardropping toward the canvas as her body hung low, legs trembling as they threatened to give out from exhaustion. Suddenly the brunette charged like a bull seeing red, ducking her head and rumbling toward Bowden. Calling on her last reserves, Katrina boosted upward, aided by the spring of the ropes, coiling one of her sinewy stems and pumping her heel into Katic's cheek with a crippling Big Boot. A mist of slobber sloshed from the brunette's lips as her head snapped sideways, throatily mewling as her charge was stopped dead in its tracks. Stana's knees wobbled as her statuesque frame swayed, clumsily drifting half a step sideways as though her legs were going to turn to jelly before she somehow stayed upright and careened into Katrina. The brunette's movements were gawkish and heavy-handed as she staggered into Bowden, nearly out on her feet but attempting to clinch with the blonde before she could be finished. Bowden ripped a sharp elbow into Stana's hanging jaw, spilling another mouthful of drool as she created enough space between the two compacting bodies to hop atop the turnbuckle, gaining the high-ground on Katic. With a rush of desperation, Katic draped her noodly arms over Katrina's thighs as she started to regain her bearings, lurching forward and drilling the blonde square between her parted thighs with a devilish headbutt to her naked cxnt.

Bowden squealed in agony as her propped frame buckled, falling sheepishly to her ass, vulnerably seated with Katic still between her legs. Katrina throatily wailed as she reached down to cup her pulsing crotch, sagging just low enough for Stana to yank her further by her dangling blonde locks. With an incensed cry, Stana threw Bowden from atop the turnbuckle with a stomach-churning Hair Mare, launching Katrina almost ten feet to the ground straight onto concrete for the stunning, high-flying elimination.

Celeste Star: "You got the feeling that Katrina's clock was ticking, but that's not at all who I expected to finally down this incredible blonde!! Revenge is a hell of a drug, and last time these two met, Katrina gave Stana a million humiliating reasons to overdose! Katic doesn't look to be long for this world without a miracle; she's got two massive pairs of trouble right across from her and they're closing in fast..."

[Taylor Hawkins]

In Ring


Needing a monumental miracle to survive facing the perilous pair of Celebrity Strapon Queens by herself, Stana was instead gifted an even more enticing scapegoat as Kendall Jenner dove through the ropes. Jenner wasted no time making enemies, as her mouth was already running before her feet even hit the ground. As the four paired off, a bullish Jenner targeted the first to bark back; Scarlett Johansson. Having been dealt her very first loss by Scarlett, Kendall had been given ample time for her animosity toward the blonde to swell, and with her chance for revenge now staring her square in the face, she wasted little time before grabbing it by the horns.

Clad in a revealing, completely sheer grey bodysuit that accentuated and perked her lithe, statuesque frame, Kendall managed to effortlessly parry Scarlett's opening overhand right and take full control of the blonde; slugging her in the navel with a gutting knee before delivering a sharp DDT that scrambled the blonde's brains. The next few minutes saw Jenner systematically and relentlessly dismantle Johansson without affording her a single second to catch her breath or squeeze in any offense. An impressive Hurricanrana finally laid out the sputtering blonde following an extended heel throat choke in the corner with one of Kendall's never-ending stems; the leg-splitting choke offering a raunchy view of the brunette's thinly veiled cxnt to anyone with a camera in the front few rows.

Celeste Star: "This ain't the same Kendall you previously manhandled, Scarlett, she's got some kind of sparkle in her eyes tonight!"

Her curvy frame twirled effortlessly through a full front flip, Scarlett let out a throaty howl as she was left sprawled on her backside by the Hurricanrana. The blonde sputtered and lulled to her hip as she clutched her aching spine with one palm, the trampolining impact bouncing one of her golden, double-D tits from her red, silken push-up bra as the mat beneath her continued to shake from the slam. Stepping over and straddling the disheveled blonde, Kendall made sure there was no coming back by reaching down and snapping the thin shoulder straps of Johansson's top, spilling her chesty bounty as the cups uselessly fell around her waist. Scarlett pathetically whimpered as Kendall leashed the blonde and walked her toward the ropes on all fours, using her curly locks as makeshift reins, her freed tits jostling and swaying with each clumsy shuffle of her knees.

Throwing Johansson's upper half through the bottom and middle rope, Kendall made sure the surprisingly submissive blonde didn't fall all the way through to her demise; instead tugging Scarlett's upper half back into the ring and arching it over the middle rope. Awkwardly strung-up in the ropes with her sternum tits up and facing Kendall, Scarlett's wide-eyed features were suddenly eclipsed as Jenner straddled the blonde's skull with a leggy Standing Headscissor. Scarlett's free palms desperately clutched and clawed at Kendall's rippling assets, pawing meekly at her thighs for freedom as her spine gracelessly bent and curled into a backwards "C", her tits violently quaking as she convulsed with spasms from useless gulps for oxygen. With a final heartless wringing of Johansson's neck, Kendall snuffed out the blubbering blonde; her arms falling away and dangling lifelessly at her sides as she sulked to her haunches. Only after a demeaning, victorious pose was struck by the leggy Jenner did she allow Scarlett to spill free from between her boa-like thighs, limply tumbling through the ropes and out of the ring altogether, collapsing face-first against the concrete.

Celeste Star: "Absolutely unreal!! I looks like revenge is the story of the night! These girls have got me scrambling through my notes trying to find out who beat who early in their careers. Didn't Charlotte McKinney beat Stana Katic for her first loss?! Welp, nevermind, scratch that, even all-powerful streaks and superstitions like this have their limits..."