Jessica Simpson v. Olivia Wilde
It had proven to be a night of surprises thus far, with the much larger Amanda Bynes losing to her smaller opponent and Megan Fox’s shocking advancement to the next round. What else could be in store?
Olivia Wilde was in her dressing room putting on a final coat of lip balm, ensuring that her already glowing features would be even brighter. Olivia, like everyone else, was transfixed watching Megan Fox decimate Kaley Cuoco and then was floored to watch as Fox wound up on her back being smothered out. Wilde was especially unnerved because she has a similarly aggressive sexual style as Fox, and if Megan couldn’t execute it properly against a heavier blonde, could she?
That moment of self-doubt quickly faded as Olivia stared again at her reflection, this time adjusting her gold top. Unlike Megan, Olivia had actually wrestled talented opponents, and she knew how to control her…urges. While it was true that she was wrestling a heftier opponent, Olivia did have a height advantage. Combined with her diverse arsenal of moves, she was confident that she would be able to dispose of the hayseed with little incident.
Meanwhile, in Jessica Simpson’s locker-room, the buxom blonde was all smiles in her trademark hot pink bikini. The one-time tabloid joke had been conditioning herself for the match, and in doing so managed to shed a lot of her embarrassing girth. Despite being excited to compete again on a grand stage, Jessica was slightly concerned with her opponent. Olivia Wilde was a very forceful opponent, and the last thing Simpson wanted to have happen was to wind up like Amanda Bynes nude on the floor being pillaged.
Jessica wisely developed a training regimen that would enable her to take advantage of her extra pounds. Having a physical advantage in any circumstance and not using it would have been foolish, so rather than live in denial, Simpson wanted to make it work for her. Besides, she thought, if all else fails, just go for the breast smother and hold on until the ref calls for the bell.
Olivia Wilde came out first, vamping for the fans who were hungry to see the fit, tanned beauty. Wilde was wearing a gold two piece that revealed just enough skin to keep everyone happy. She waved to the bigwigs and climbed into the ring before pulling on the ropes to begin her stretching.
Jessica Simpson came out next and, true to her theatrical background, was milking it for all it’s worth. She was wearing a straw cowboy hat and daisy dukes, hoping to remind the crowd that at one point in time she was considered a successful star. Simpson’s 100-watt smile was visible from the cheap seats as she shook hands and high-fived well wishers. As she climbed into the ring, she put her hat on the ringpost and then peeled off her barely-there shorts with a look of pure innocence.
Wilde wasn’t impressed by the cheap heat, but she was slightly aroused at the sight of Miss Simpson’s bikini-clad ass. “Fine,” she thought, “if she wants to make this about T and A, then I’ll make this about T and A.”
The ref signaled for the two wrestlers to come to the center of the ring. Jessica stuck out her hand in an odd show of respect, but Wilde wasn’t going to bite. If it was a trick, she didn’t want to get caught. Worse, if it were real, she didn’t want to have any sympathy when the match was over.
Simpson politely withdrew her hand as her smile quickly evaporated. The referee called for the bell and both girls locked up in the center of the ring. Jessica was immediately taken by the size of Olivia, while Wilde realized how powerful Simpson was. Both girls strained for control, with neither one looking to budge. Finally, Jessica felt Olivia’s ankle begin to slide, so she pushed forward with all her might and back Wilde into the corner.
Relieved at her early victory, Jessica went for the clean break, but Olivia slapped her across the face. She then charged Simpson and took her down with a bulldog, grabbing Jessica’s head and driving her into the mat. Wilde quickly got to her feet and leaned against the ropes before propelling herself off to deliver a body splash. The impact on the already dazed Simpson knocked the wind out of her, and Jessica was suddenly in a bad way.
Wilde stayed right on top of Simpson, grabbing her arm for a hammerlock. Despite being perceived as a “sex wrestler”, Olivia did have a technical background, and she wanted to show the fans that she could deliver on all ends. In her mind, it was she and not Megan Fox who was the next Angelina Jolie.
Jessica swung her free arm around from side to side, hoping to break free of the hold. Her arm was being bent in a very painful manner, and the blonde let everyone know as much by shrieking.
Olivia relaxed the hammerlock and turned it into an armbar, slowly pulling Jessica up to her fee. Simpson kept her free arm on her twisted appendage, hoping to relieve some of the pressure being applied. Once upright, Olivia whipped Simpson into the ropes and connected with a clothesline across Jessica’s chest.
The bouncy blonde collided again with the mat, unaware that the impact had caused her bikini to adjust. When Olivia looked down, she noticed that a part of Jessica’s right breast was now exposed. Wilde tried to ignore the inviting target, wishing to focus on her amateur training, but the small bit of pink was very inviting.
Wilde again bounced off the ropes, this time dropping her leg across Jessica’s throat. Simpson coughed and wheezed as she grabbed her neck. As her body shook, her bikini continued to shake as well, exposing more of her areola. Wilde grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head back down to the mat before once again locking onto Simpson’s arm in an armbar.
To amplify the pain, Olivia pressed her feet against Jessica’s ribs and pressed down. She was essentially using Simpson’s own body to pull on her arm. Jessica howled in pain as she was once again helpless to stop the attack. Olivia wrenched back, relishing the screams.
Wilde leaned forward to go drop back again, but was once more transfixed by the sight of Simpson’s breast. “Fuck,” she thought, “I can’t worry about that now.” Wilde dropped back again, and yet again Jessica screeched in anguish.
Olivia abandoned the hold to refocus as she let the downed singer nurse her injured shoulder. Wilde got back to her feet and surveyed the damage before thinking about her next plan of attack.
Jessica, meanwhile, feverishly rubbed her aching arm, hoping to get the blood flowing so that she could continue. Before she knew it, she was hauled again to her feet by her blonde hair. Olivia kicked her in the stomach and stuck Jessica’s face between her legs. Simpson was now wedged in Wilde’s thighs, feeling her opponent’s muscles clamp down on her ears.
Olivia wrapped her arms around Simpson’s waist, looking to put her out with a piledriver. She looked to the fans for approval, and as she turned back to her opponent, she noticed Jessica’s bikini bottoms. Despite her better judgment, Olivia grabbed the top of the bathing suit and tugged upward, cruelly torturing her trapped foe.
“Oww!” Jessica whined as the bottoms dug into her undercarriage. Olivia then wrapped her arms around Simpson’s stomach and, in a feat of strength that even amazed herself, was able to lift Jessica off the ground.
While the strength was there to get her up, the landing was a different story. She couldn’t sustain carrying the weight of Simpson, so once she had her upright, she couldn’t fully execute the move. Olivia attempted to drop backward and drive her head into the mat, but as she fell she was struck in the head by Jessica’s flailing leg.
The move had effectively taken Simpson out, but it had taken Wilde out as well. Both girls were dazed on the mat, neither one showing any signs of getting up any time soon.
“Fuck, what happened?” Wilde thought as her ears continued to ring. She slowly sat up, rubbing her throbbing skull. She looked over and saw Jessica on all fours, the ditzy blonde also trying to shake loose the cobwebs. Olivia quickly stumbled to her feet, not wanting to miss an opportunity. She charged forward and kicked Jessica in the stomach, sending Simpson back down to the mat.
Jessica curled up in a ball as she held her gut, unsure of how to stop the constant barrage of pain being inflicted on her. Olivia once again forcefully grabbed Simpson by the hair, yanking the girl into a sitting position. The feeling of dominating the beauty was exhilarating for Wilde, but she was resigned to keep those desires in check.
Olivia locked in a Dragon Sleeper, where she tucks Jessica’s neck between her arms and pulls back on her neck. The move is highly effective because Simpson’s head and body are separated by Olivia’s arms, thus preventing her from even seeing how her body is being tortured.
Wilde had the move clamped on perfectly, which was a major boon for her since she had been testing it out for weeks. Now, in the center of the ring, she had it locked in, knowing full well that Jessica would be unable to escape. Olivia reared back, wrenching Simpson’s neck while also locking in her already injured arm. Wilde gritted her teeth with determination as she was sure that she had her opponent dead to rights. She looked down at Jessica’s struggling body, and once again was face-to-tit with Simpson’s breast.
Sensing that victory was all but assured, Olivia decided to finally give in and enjoy some spoils of victory. She let go of Jessica’s arm and snaked her own greedy hand towards Simpson’s chest. Immediately, she was taken aback by the sheer size of her natural breasts, especially relishing the feel of her nipple against the palm of her hand. Olivia immediately felt a rush, but she was determined to not let it ultimately distract her.
Meanwhile, Jessica was running through a gamut of emotions. She was in serious pain from the sleeper hold and she was furious that Wilde was currently fondling her breasts. Hoping that Wilde would make the same mistakes as Fox, Jessica gritted her teeth and let Olivia have her moment.
Wilde pinched and kneeded the flesh of Jessica’s exposed right breast, making sure that her fingers covered every inch of exposed skin. After fully exploring the right side, Olivia reached across and peeled down the left side of the useless bikini top, now exposing the full grandeur of Jessica’s chest. Wilde stared for a moment to admire the sight of the uncovered bounty before reaching over to pinch Simpson’s now-free left nipple.
Jessica’s wait-and-see approach wasn’t working, and frankly she was sick of her tits being exploited. As Wilde was enraptured with her new playthings, Jessica balled up her fists and swung upward, hoping to connect with any part of her beautiful captor.
The gable paid off as she hit Olivia in the face, followed by a second fist to the jaw. Wilde’s immediate response was to release the sleeper and cover her battered face. Jessica rolled onto her knees and prepared to pounce.
“You bitch,” Wilde yelled as she held her aching nose. Simpson leapt forward, tacking Olivia. Once on top, she pinned down Wilde’s arms over her head. “Oh shit,” Olivia thought as she realized she was in the one position she didn’t want to be in.
“Well, you wanted them so bad, so here they are,” Simpson teased as she dangled her chest above Olivia’s face. Knowing that Wilde was now trapped, Jessica decided to have a bit of fun. She swung her pendulous breasts slowly, letting them lightly slap Olivia’s cheeks. Wilde tried to bite at the exposed targets, but to no avail. “Hey, that was uncalled for.” Realizing how close her nipple almost came to being dinner, Simpson decided not to waste any more time and to administer her breast smother.
Olivia was kicking herself as she realized that she fell for the same trap as Megan Fox. Worse, she barely got to have any of the fun that Megan did. Now, she was staring up at two giant balls of inevitability as they hovered towards her face. There was no escape from the hold since Jessica had her tiny wrists pinned down, and Simpson’s sheer weight made bucking her off impossible. Resigned to her fate, Olivia decided to give one final insult. “I had you and you knew it, you fatass. Next time I get you in the ring I’m going to fucking dest…mmmphhh….”
Wilde’s words were silenced as her mouth was sealed shut by Jessica’s sweaty flesh. Simpson dropped her breasts in Olivia’s face, allowing them to form a vacuum over the beauty’s airways. Wilde was now the one flailing about, unable to catch her breath. Jessica let the smother do its work for a few moments before letting go of Olivia’s arms. With her own hands free, she cupped the back of Wilde’s head and pressed it further into her naked breasts.
Olivia was helpless, and after a few minutes more of struggling, she succumbed to the Southerner’s breasts. Wilde’s arms dropped to her side and her head slumped forward, resting on Jessica’s natural pillows. Simpson released the hold and let the sleeping Wilde drop to the mat.
The surprisingly modest wrestler retrieved her top and once again covered her secret weapons. She then reached down and ripped off Olivia’s own top, snickering as she pinched the less-well-endowed girl’s nipple. “Well no wonder you wanted mine so bad, sugar.” Not finished, Jessica grabbed hold of Wilde’s bottoms and pulled the slick briefs off of her body. The material was clinging to Olivia’s crotch thanks to a combination of sweat and arousal, so Jessica had to yank to remove the material. She pretended to sniff the clothing in mock disgust before tossing it to the fans.
As one final act of victory, Jessica placed her foot on the unconscious foe’s crotch as she posed with her arms as if she were a modern day Hulk Hogan. She then began her victory march out of the ring, watching herself on the giant jumboscreen.
While stepping out of the ring, she noticed on the monitor that Olivia was beginning to stir as the ref attempted to revive the nude loser. Simpson paused and walked back over to her opponent. Was she going to congratulate her on a hard fought match, the ref wondered. “Oh, and one more thing,” she said as she stood over the groggy Wilde, “never fuck with me again.” She then grabbed Olivia’s ankles and arched the girl upward, exposing her butt to the fans. Simpson held her like an angler would hold a prized fish, and then she reared back and slapped Wilde’s shapely ass. The humiliated Wilde squirmed in discomfort, but was unable to fight back. Jessica administered a few more shots in her impromptu post-match spanking before dropping Olivia back onto her now reddened butt.
Content that she delivered her message, Jessica strolled back up the ramp, soaking in the applause. Meanwhile, in the ring, the stunned Wilde rubbed her sore butt cheek as she swore vengeance on the next person she would get in the ring with.
