Kaley Cuoco v. Megan Fox
The pressure was mounting in Kaley’s locker-room. The 25-year-old television star was pacing back and forth as she prepared herself for potentially the biggest night of her career. When the brackets were drawn up, Kaley was excited to find out that she was going to be facing an actual major star. Moments after the elation faded, she realized that she was going to have to face the potentially very dangerous Megan Fox.
Thanks to a series of well-placed rumors and a general sense of ambiguity, Megan had gained a reputation as this generation’s Angelina Jolie. Angelina’s box office potential not withstanding, her in-ring prowess was the stuff of legend. If Megan possessed one-tenth of Jolie’s sexually charged offense, she would chew up the buxom blonde and spit her out.
Kaley took one long look in the mirror, knowing full well that it might be the last time she can do that without seeing the wounds of war.
Meanwhile, in Megan’s locker-room, the mood couldn’t be more celebratory. The lecherous Fox had invited a cavalcade of well-wishers in for a pre-match party, complete with a flowing bar and other illicit items. Upon realizing that it was time to compete, Megan took one final shot of Jack Daniels, kissed the nearest partier and twirled out the door. Clearly, Fox believed that the rebel lifestyle was the key to in-ring success.
The ring announcer once again captured the attention of the excited audience as he introduced the first competitor. Kaley Cuoco came out in a white top and baby pink shorts, a decidedly conservative look but one she felt was necessary to keep herself concealed for as long as possible.
Megan Fox came out next with all the pomp and circumstance one would expect from the star. She was sporting a black leather bikini, black sunglasses, and for some reason, a purple boa. Clearly, she was going for the theatrical advantage. Megan was exuding confidence, which was odd since she was giving up two inches and about twenty pounds to her opponent. Either she had a strategy that she knew was foolproof…or she was drunk.
Megan paraded around the outside of the ring, blowing kisses to the people in the front row before grabbing one of the strangers and planting him with a real kiss. The mental war had begun.
Finally, after about a minute and a half of grandstanding, Megan climbed onto the apron. She then bent over to the ring, but not before pretending to hump the second rope. When she finally entered, the ref approached her and told her to remove her sunglasses. Megan responded by draping the boa around his neck and pulling him towards her. On the other side of the ring, Kaley didn’t even try to hide her disgust over the theatrics.
The ref signaled the two wrestlers to come to the center of the ring for instruction. As the two women approached, they locked eyes for the first time. Megan immediately grinned, thinking of all of the fun she could have with her opponent’s body. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy the things I’m going to do to you,” she purred.
“Fuck you,” Kaley replied.
“I intend to. Hope I’m not too rough for you.” Megan then slapped her own thigh as she extended her tongue.
The referee called for the bell and the match was on. Kaley looked for her opening before diving down to grab one of Megan’s legs. She figured the best strategy was surprise her and control her so that Fox wouldn’t have a chance to be the aggressor. It wasn’t a bad strategy considering she had a 20+ pound weight advantage.
Megan lost her footing and crashed to the mat. Before she could reposition, Kaley had her in a front facelock. Fox was stunned at the quickness in which she was taken down, and now she was mere inches from the mat with her neck being twisted into a pretzel. “Fuck,” she thought as she tried to maneuver out of the hold.
Kaley was impressed by her initial strike, but she had no idea where she was going to go next. Having watched the previous match, she decided to amp up the pressure so she readjusted and found herself on Megan’s back, pressing down on her opponent while altering her arms into a headlock.
Fox, meanwhile, was in an early panic. She couldn’t escape her current predicament, and was worried that she was going to lose before the match really ever got going. Deciding to abandon any guise of technical prowess, Fox reached up and grabbed a handful of Kaley’s hair. She then pulled back, hoping to unseat her opponent.
Call it instinct, call it naïveté, but Kaley’s gut reaction was to let go of her hold and immediately try to stop her hair from being pulled. Megan, meanwhile, took this opportunity to get to a vertical base, all the while retaining her grasp of Cuoco’s hair. Once upright, she used her leverage to back Kaley into the corner.
Megan released her death grip from the blonde’s scalp and delivered a well placed knee to Kaley’s soft stomach. “Oof!” she breathlessly exclaimed as Megan’s leg rammed her a second time. After a third knee lift, Megan let Kaley hang in the corner to breathe. The brunette stepped back and, after gaining a head of steam, charged full blast towards Cuoco, connecting with a bodysplash.
The impact jolted Cuoco, whose body began to fall forward. Megan caught her and thrust her back into the corner, once again slamming Kaley’s back into the turnbuckles. “No, no, no, you don’t go down until I say so.” Megan reached back and unleashed a chop across Cuoco’s chest. The white top jiggled upon impact, a sight that delighted Fox. “Well that was fun,” she said as she repeated her strike, once again ensuring impact on Kaley’s vulnerable breasts.
Kaley’s arms jolted up, attempting to shield her wounded mammaries. Diplomacy was out the window, and the realm of dirty tactics that Megan Fox prefers were now the order of the day. Kaley realized this, and if she was going to win, she was going to have to abandon any technical strategy.
Megan fired off a punch to Kaley’s stomach again before whipping Cuoco across the ring to the opposite corner. Fox is clearly enjoying her sense of control and is clearly sending a message to the critics that thought that her height and weight disadvantage meant that she couldn’t be a physical force. This plan of defying critics was right out of her proposed mentor Jolie’s playbook.
Fox looked at the hapless Cuoco in the corner and she charged again, this time connecting with a clothesline that sent Kaley careening down to the mat, her head resting on the middle turnbuckle. Megan got evil intentions as she approached Kaley. She grabbed the dazed girl’s tresses again and forced the blonde’s face into her thinly covered crotch. “Oh Kaley!” she mocked. “Stop it! Not until after the match, sweetness!”
The dazed Kaley was suddenly very aware of her predicament as she felt Megan’s leather thong pressed against her lips. “Ew…gross,” she thought as she shoved Fox away. Once free of Megan’s invading groin, Kaley wipes away any residual sweat from her lips.
Megan, meanwhile, takes this momentary distraction from Kaley as a chance to inflict more damage. She charges the turnbuckle again, but instead of smashing her pussy into Kaley’s face, it’s her knee. The thrust of the blow sends Cuoco’s head into the turnbuckle, effectively neutralizing her opponent.
Megan now drags the defenseless Cuoco to the center of the ring. Delighted at how things have gone, Megan begins to molest her foe. First, she grabs two heaping handfuls of Kaley’s breasts, squeezing the ample bounty. “Wow, these things aren’t half bad,” Megan says. She then removes Cuoco’s top, much to the delight of the audience. The part-time lesbian smiles as she sees Kaley’s nude chest. “Those look fun.”
Megan slowly begins to massage her opponent’s breasts, taking unspeakable delight in the feel of the flesh in her hands. She leans down, extends her tongue, and begins to flick Kaley’s nipple. The stimulation causes the small nubs to stiffen, but it also causes Kaley to revive faster than anticipated.
Cuoco shakes loose the cobwebs again, and is now aware that she is topless and is being molested. “What the fuck? Stop!” Kaley yelled in disgust. Megan immediately turned her gentle caress into a vice grip, squeezing hard on Cuoco’s tits. “Agh!” Kaley shrieked.
“We could have done this nicely,” Megan scolded, “but you just had to be…difficult.” Fox crushed Kaley’s boobs, the excess of which was peeking out from between the gaps in her fingers. Megan then positioned herself ontop of Kaley, hoping to keep her pinned down as she did her damage.
“Let go! Get off me!” Kaley’s protests fell on deaf ears as she attempted to pry Megan’s hands from her oft-desired breasts.
“Well, which one is it? You can’t be so indecisive. Ugh, these blondes,” she taunted as she twisted clockwise and then counterclockwise. Tears began to form in Kaley’s eyes as her pleas eventually just turned into sobs. “Oh come on, have some dignity.”
Kaley’s body could not take much more, and she began bucking back and forth, attempting to unseat Megan. The downside to this move was immediately apparent, as with every attempt, Megan would simply hold on tighter so as to not lose her balance. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kaley was able to unseat her attacker. Now finally free of Fox, Kaley rolled towards the ropes, knowing that the ref wouldn’t allow Megan to follow.
True to his job description, the referee restrained Megan as Kaley clung to the bottom rope, rolling herself in a ball as she massaged her tender breasts. Megan, meanwhile, lobbies her protest with the referee in the dignified manner one would expect. “Move the fuck out of the way, asshole!”
Finally, the ref tires of trying to hold back the surprisingly forceful woman and lets her at her fallen prey. Megan begins to reign down kicks on her opponent, forcing Cuoco to slide out of the ring and roll onto the floor, where she collapsed like a pile of laundry. Fox then paraded around the ring in self-satisfaction, a recurring theme of the night.
Kaley laid on the mat outside the ring, staring down at the light blue color. Beads of sweat were pouring off of her button nose, forming a pool underneath her. She was still breathing heavy, a result of Megan’s vicious attack. “I’ve got to pull out all the stops,” she thought, “or else I’m going to lose.” Cuoco slowly rose to her feet, just in time to take another kick to the face from the waiting Megan Fox. The stomps didn’t do too much damage, but they were enough to force Kaley to once again retreat from her attempt to enter the ring.
Learning from earlier error, Megan decided to let Kaley finally come back into the ring. As the girl slid under the bottom rope, Fox dropped an elbow into her back. The vicious blow stopped Cuoco in her tracks, leaving her face-down on the mat. Megan stood up and repeated the elbow drop, driving the tip of her bent arm into the small of the girl’s back.
Cuoco responded in kind, flopping like a fish deprived of water. She put her hand against her back, hoping to stop the pain. As she rolled and writhed, Megan grabbed her feet and dragged her to the center of the ring. Now, with Kaley’s legs hanging in the air and her ankles secured by Fox’s hands, Cuoco was at Megan’s mercy.
“I’ve grown weary of you, you wannabe,” she coldly stated before stomping down on Kaley’s stomach. “You think you’re a star?” she asked, again finishing her question with a stomp to Cuoco’s midsection. “You think anyone would mistake a chubby TV loser with a movie star like me?” This time, instead of going for the stomach, Megan stomped down on Kaley’s unprotected crotch.
The blow did unspeakable damage to Cuoco. While the kicks to the stomach knocked the wind out of her, the stomp to her womanhood broke her spirit. She was now in intense pain, and began to sob uncontrollably. “Please…stop…” Kaley begged as she was in the same position Ms. Swift found herself in earlier. At least Taylor had the good sense to flee.
“Not a chance, whore.” Fox stomped Kaley’s pussy again, causing the already Cupie Doll girl’s green eyes to expand further. Megan dropped Kaley’s legs and let the girl try to relieve the pressure.
Cuoco feverishly rubbed her crotch, trying to stop the numbing pain in the region. “It’s not fair if you have ALL the fun,” Megan teased as she straddled Kaley. Fox sat on the girl’s stomach, pinning down her arms as she faced Kaley’s toes. Then, after prying away the blonde’s hands, she looked down at Cuoco’s white bottoms. “Well, what do we have here?” Megan slowly ran her hands across the smooth cloth, sending shivers down Kaley’s spine. The kicks had weakened her significantly, but it didn’t mean that she was just going to let Fox defile her.
“Get off me!” Kaley yelled as she again tried to buck Fox off. This time, rather than latch on, Megan wisely decided to simply immobilize her opponent. She balled up her fist and slammed it down on Cuoco’s crotch. “Oh…ooohhh…” the girl yelled before dropping her head back down to the mat.
“Now, where was I?” Megan asked as she once again began to rub Cuoco’s pussy. “This is why you don’t play with the big girls. Big girls play mean.” Megan placed her hand on Kaley’s waistband, tracing the inside of the elastic with her index finger. She wanted the inevitability to sink in immediately as to what was about to happen. Kaley realized she was helpless, and any ideas at a defense were not present.
Megan slid her hand down the front of Kaley’s shorts, feeling for the first time the girl’s unprotected sex. Her fingers slowly followed the small traces of hair down to Cuoco’s warm and inviting center. Fox then slipped her index finger into Kaley’s pussy, relishing the feel of the moist and tender opening wrap around her finger. Like Jolie, Megan claimed a love of women, and the thought of claiming the fruits of her labor was incredibly exciting.
Kaley laid on her back in complete anguish as her already abused vagina was being invaded by her hated foe. Even worse, her body betrayed her mind as it began to respond to the forced fingering. Clearly, Megan knew what she was doing, and after one exploratory finger, she drove two more in to speed up the process. Cuoco felt the sexual tension build inside of her body, forcing her muscles to stiffen. “No, she can’t do this to me,” Kaley thought as her hips began to move in rhythm with the thrusts of Fox’s wrist. Cuoco looked forward and all she could see was the thong-clad tanned ass of Megan as it slowly began to grind onto Kaley’s belly. Despite everything, this was a beautiful woman pleasuring her, and since she figured she was defeated anyway, she might as well enjoy a moment of pleasure.
Megan was delighted and surprised when she realized that she had Kaley in the throes of ecstasy. Angelina Jolie, over her career, had brought numerous major stars to involuntary orgasm in the center of the ring, and now Megan was going to do the same. The self-satisfaction in accomplishing this was taking a back seat to the literal self-satisfaction she was feeling as she was beginning to ride Kaley’s stomach in rhythm with Kaley’s thrusts. As Kaley’s body moved, so did Megan’s. The sensation was driving the brunette crazy with desire, which, unlike the skilled Jolie, was proving to be a major distraction.
Kaley realized that Megan’s pumping was becoming more erratic, and the movements were less erotic and more uncomfortable. Cuoco deduced that Megan was now more focused on getting herself off than finishing of her opponent. This was Kaley’s only hope for escape, so she amped up her body movements, hoping that the friction of her flesh against Fox’s ill-conceived thong would be enough to get the girl off.
The unconventional counter-attack being launched by the blonde was, to her own surprise, working. Megan began to slowly pant as her legs felt tighter and tighter. The pressure this put on Kaley’s hands allowed her to pop her wrists free from their prisons between Fox’s ankles, and she was now able to unseat her attacker.
Megan was so distracted by her own self-induced ecstasy that she was unaware that Kaley was now free. Cuoco grabbed a shocked Fox by the shoulders and shoved her off of her perch on her stomach. “You sick fucking pervert,” she sneered as she decked the glassy-eyed brunette.
The punch knocked Megan onto her back, as the mix of denied sexual gratification and shock had left her discombobulated. Kaley rolled on top of Megan and pressed all of her weight down onto the smaller woman’s chest. “You wanted this so bad, you’re gonna get it.” Kaley then slid forward onto the surprised expression of the once-dominant Fox, smothering the girl with her abused pussy.
Megan was now the one trapped as her face was mashed into the now slick white material of Kaley’s bottoms. All she could smell was the scent of her aroused opponent, a state that she herself put the combatant in. The angry Kaley grabbed two handfuls of brown hair and smashed Megan’s face further and further into her pussy. She then began to rhythmically scrub the beautiful features of Megan Fox over her sensitive vagina, both choking out the actress while simultaneously satisfying her long-lingering desires.
Fox couldn’t escape, as the hefty weight advantage had now put her in the one position she couldn’t escape from. Her lack of oxygen was becoming more and more apparent, as her labored breathing from her own masturbatory activities had put her in a significant disadvantage. Every sense she had was overcome by Kaley’s sex; her eyes saw nothing but white, her ears heard the rustling of the fabric rubbing together, he nose clogged with the smell of desire, her face feeling every bump and grind, and ultimately, after a few minutes of the facesit, her lips tasted of the sweet byproduct of Cuoco’s orgasm.
The exhausted blonde’s body relaxed after she reached her well-deserved climax, now fully aware that she achieved a mind-bending orgasm in front of an entire arena filled with people. There was, however, one problem. Despite all of her attempts, she wasn’t able to put Megan Fox out cold. Kaley looked down at the soaked and defeated face of her opponent and decided to mercifully end the madness. She quickly switched positions, giving Megan a full view of her desirable ass. “Looks like this match is over for you, and this tournament’s over for me,” she said triumphantly as she lowered her ample backside onto Megan’s face. Then, she leaned back, placing all of her weight onto Fox’s nose and mouth, sealing off any air that might come in.
Megan’s body flailed about for a few seconds, before going slack. The last thought that passed through Fox’s mind before dozing off into smothered slumber was that she couldn’t believe she was going to have to wrestle again.
