Olivia Wilde v. Kristen Stewart
“Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, Olivia Wilde.”
Olivia came out in a zebra bikini, but that was the only thing festive about her. She was in a foul mood after her first round loss at the hands of Jessica Simpson, and she was looking to put this entire ordeal behind her. Wilde was embarrassed in round one when she was smothered out by the buxom blonde’s breasts, which thankfully wouldn’t happen in round two. Her opponent, Kristen Stewart, had a very modest chest that posed no smother threat. Regardless, Wilde wasn’t going to take anything for granted, since she saw her rival Megan Fox continue to fall from grace in the last round. Olivia climbed into the ring, never once changing her expression from its original scowl.
“And her opponent, Kristen Stewart.”
The audience turned to the ramp, but there was no Kristen. The ring announcer called her name again, but still nothing. Olivia grew impatient in the ring, yelling at whoever was in earshot that they have to find her opponent. Finally, after a few minutes of awkward silence, the curtain flung open with Kristen being escorted by security. Apparently Stewart tried to bail on the match, but the burly officers saw to it that she would make it down to the ring.
Kristen was wearing a gray two piece that was more function than style. She had heavy bags under her eyes stemming from sleepless nights. In the first round, she was subjected to severe humiliation when she was forced to kiss Elisha Cuthbert’s foot in an act of surrender. The embarrassment was too much for the notoriously prickly star who tried in vein to get out of competing. It didn’t work, so there she was.
The ref called both women to the center of the ring. Olivia stared at her obviously uncomfortable opponent, and upon realizing that this wasn’t going to be a challenge, finally flashed a smile.
The bell rang and Olivia charged Kristen, tackling her to the mat. Once down, she pinned Stewart’s arms to the canvas, essentially immobilizing her. Kristen struggled earnestly, but she was trapped. “Get off of me,” she panted in between labored breaths.
“Just shut up and listen to me,” Olivia whispered. “I don’t want this and I know you don’t want this. I want to get the fuck out of this tournament as bad or worse than you do, but since I’m better than you to begin with, I know I’m going to win. You can either play along and not get hurt or do something stupid and I will fucking end you. Understand?”
Kristen looked up and nodded as Olivia released her pin and grabbed a very light headlock. She pretended to grind down on Stewart’s head, using her acting skills to convince the audience that she was going to twist it right off. Kristen, to her credit, did a nice job pretending to sell the hold as she slapped the mat in protest.
“Alright, now what I want you to do is keep your head where it is and slowly start to stand. Can you do that?” Wilde asked as she gritted her teeth in mock anger.
“I think so,” Stewart replied as she began to rise. Once vertical, Wilde kept her headlock and backed Kristen into a corner.
“Okay, I’m going to climb the turnbuckle and pretend to punch you. Try to make it look convincing.” Olivia climbed up to the second turnbuckle, and using Kristen’s long hair to cover the blows, pretended to reign down punches on her. All the fans saw was hair going in every which direction, so they just assumed that Stewart was being bludgeoned.
Kristen stood there and thrashed her head back and forth. She got a little too into it and her face bumped into Wilde’s crotch. It didn’t hurt Olivia in the slightest, but for some reason it triggered something in Kristen. As she nodded along to the punches, her mind began to turn. “If I lose, I’m going to have to wrestle again and I could get hurt for real. I don’t want to do this again.” With that thought festering in her brain, Kristen decided to seize her opportunity. She reached her hands up, and thanks in most part to Olivia being on the ropes, was able to execute a devastating powerbomb.
Wilde came crashing down to the mat, stunned at what had just occurred and now wracked in pain. Did she slip? Did Kristen fall? Was this intentional?
Her answer came almost immediately as Stewart appeared standing over her. Kristen grabbed Olivia’s tanned legs and twisted her into a Boston Crab, the same move that Elisha had applied to Stewart in the first round. She had Olivia bent like a C, Wilde’s already hurt back being contorted against its natural position.
Olivia slammed her hands against the mat in agony as she looked for a way out. She saw the ropes weren’t terribly far away, but if she didn’t make it there soon, she was going to have to submit. Wilde used her elbows and began to slowly crawl towards freedom. Kristen felt her being dragged, but didn’t have the strength to really stop her. Before Olivia could make it to the bottom rope, Stewart let one leg go and used her free hand to fire a shot between Wilde’s legs. The low blow caused Olivia to shriek in pain. Kristen repeated the dirty tactic, once again smashing her fist into Wilde’s pubic region. The feeling of dominance was exhilarating to Kristen, who, after her first round thrashing, was elated to be the one dishing it out.
Wilde was trapped in a bad way and she knew it. Deciding to ignore the pain, Olivia made one last grab towards the bottom rope. The force of her lunge dislodged Kristen, and Wilde clutched the rope with both hands. The referee stepped in to make sure that Kristen didn’t try to attack.
Olivia rubbed her aching back and sore groin simultaneously as she shot an icy stare at Kristen. “You’re dead,” she growled as she once again tried to pounce on Stewart. Kristen saw her coming, and since she lacked any true ring skill, went with what worked. Stewart flung her leg up, kicking Olivia between her thighs. Wilde dropped to the mat again, rolling around in pain from the punt.
Kristen grabbed Wilde’s ankles and spread her legs wide. Olivia looked up at her, practically pleading with her eyes for Kristen to stop. Stewart ignored it as she dropped her knee onto Olivia’s pussy. “Like you wouldn’t do the same thing to me,” Kristen said as she once again held Olivia’s legs prostrate.
Stewart bent her knee and smashed it down again, driving her kneecap into Olivia’s womanhood. “Oh…oooh…” was all that Wilde could say as she tried to twist her body free. As Kristen stood up, Olivia managed to slink away.
“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Kristen asked as she grabbed onto the back of Olivia’s bikini bottoms. Wilde grabbed onto them as well, and a tug-of-war began over Olivia’s briefs. The zebra bottoms were halfway down her ass, exposing her butt to the fans. Kristen used her free hand to swat away at the naked flesh, spanking her with reckless abandon.
Olivia gritted her teeth before deciding to abandon her bottoms. She released her hold, allowing Kristen to remove her briefs. Stewart stood to admire her new trophy, giving Wilde the momentary opening that she needed. Olivia fired her elbow backwards, catching Kristen in the midsection. The strike doubled Stewart over as she coughed for air. Olivia then turned around and balled up her own fist before driving it between Kristen’s legs. Her punch was much harder than Kristen’s, and she was confident that this was all that it would take to keep Stewart down.
Kristen was utterly devastated from the one-two attack. She rolled into a fetal ball, aware now that her momentary advantage was over. Olivia stood up and ripped off her top, deciding that if she was going to decimate Kristen, she was going to do it in the nude.
Being naked empowered Wilde, who now felt a charge of sexual energy to accompany her adrenaline. She walked over to the curled-up Stewart and rolled her onto her stomach. Once she had Kristen flat on her face, Olivia dropped all of her weight onto Stewart’s pale back. Wilde then slipped her hands forward and latched on a camel clutch, pulling back on the dazed Stewart.
Kristen screeched as her neck was thrust upward. She was in trouble and she knew it. Stewart had no escape, and all she could do was flail her hands wildly. Olivia was an expert at this hold, and she knew how to extract the most punishment from it. She smiled as she pulled back and heard a yelp from Stewart. Olivia then relented a little before pulling back again, and once again was rewarded with a squeak. As she relaxed, her naked crotch came in contact with Kristen’s naked back. The several shots she took to the area caused her body to jolt, a reminder of the anguish it went through. These little lightning-bolts reminded Olivia to pull back harder, hoping to make Stewart feel the same pain that she felt.
Tiring of the camel clutch, Olivia dropped Kristen to the match. She then grabbed a handful of Stewart’s hair and ground her face into the canvas as a way to show her dominance. She then reached down and grabbed onto Stewart’s top and began to tug. The weakened Kristen tried to struggle, but it was no use. In a matter of seconds, Olivia was able to rip off Kristen’s bra, exposing her chest to the fans. Wilde then flipped Kristen onto her back and pinned her down with her shoulders, just as she had done at the beginning of the match.
Olivia peered down to look at the topless Stewart. The contrast was now there for all the world to see; Olivia and her tanned breasts with bronzed nipples and Kristen with her milky-white tits and dull pink nipples. “It’s like comparing hamburger to steak,” Olivia teased as she ran her hands over her own breasts. She then reached down and grabbed Kristen’s. Stewart contorted her face in disgust. “What? You don’t like? You know, if I had tits like those, I would have worked harder to be a good actress.” Olivia then began to kneed the pale skin like it was dough, ensuring that every inch of Kristen’s chest was mashed and twisted. Stewart moaned in discomfort, but it was to no avail. “You might want to save some of that anguish, bitch, because I haven’t even begun to pay you back for your little cxnt bust before.”
The words quickly penetrated Kristen’s brain. She knew that Olivia was going to be out for revenge, and that there was nothing she could do about it. “I surrender!” she yelled, thinking that this would be it.
The ref looked at Olivia, who nodded her head “no”. He put up his hands and let the carnage continue.
“What the fuck? I quit!” Kristen yelled again, but to no avail. Olivia then began to stand, still maintaining a death grip on Kristen’s nipples. With no choice but to comply, Kristen stood with her. Wilde then began to pull Stewart by her tits like a leash on a dog, parading her from corner to corner. Kristen was beyond humiliated and she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.
“Aww, I can’t believe you’re crying. Well now I feel terrible,” the nude blonde teased. “Wait, no I don’t,” she said as she unleashed a kick to Kristen’s pussy. Stewart’s body buckled, but Olivia maintained her nipple lock, which meant that as Kristen slumped, she herself was pulling her own tits. “Nuh uh, back on your feet or I’ll rip these ugly things right off.”
The weak-legged Stewart stood back up, ignoring the pain between her legs. “I’m…sorry…”
“Oh, you’re sorry. Why are you sorry? Was it because you lied to me?”
“Ye…yes,” Kristen replied as Olivia tightened her tit grip.
“Or was it because you tried to humiliate me?”
“Ye…yes…”
“Or was it because you did this?” Olivia then fired another kick into Kristen’s crotch. This one nearly knocked Stewart unconscious, and it was clear to even Olivia that she couldn’t stand anymore. Not wanting to maim her, Wilde released her nipple lock and let Kristen crash into the mat. “Well, I guess that’s it,” she said as she brushed her hands together, a sign of a job well done.
As she walked towards the ropes, she felt another twinge of discomfort in her womanhood. “No, this just doesn’t feel right,” she said to no one in particular. Wilde walked back over to the inconsolable Stewart and sat down on her tenderized chest. “So you’re sorry?” she asked.
A sobbing Stewart replied with a nod yes.
“And you quit?”
Another nod yes.
“Alright, I will leave you alone, but you have to thank me.”
“Th…thank…you…” Kristen whimpered.
“No, not by words. Words are hollow. Especially yours, you lying little bitch. I want to really see you thank me. You know, in your last match, Elisha had you kiss her foot.”
Kristen’s heart dropped. Was she really going to have to kiss another woman’s foot?
“Nah, that just doesn’t do it for me. I know, you should apologize to my pussy.”
“What?” Kristen yelled, instantly realizing that she should have just kept her mouth shut.
“I said you should apologize to my pussy. After all, you were really mean to it.” Olivia scooted forward, her crotch mere inches from Kristen’s face. “Apologize.”
The humiliated Stewart stared at Olivia’s vagina and muttered, “I’m sorry.”
“There you go again with words. What did I tell you? I want you to kiss it and make it feel better.” A wicked smile came across Olivia’s lips as even she was amazed at how brilliant this idea was.
Kristen felt tears again well up in her eyes, but seeing no alternative, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Olivia’s sex. The warm, wet pussy was then slid forward, until Kristen’s entire mouth was covered. Wilde then slid forward, dropping all of her weight onto Stewart’s head. “You thought you were going to get off that easily? Fuck no. Now you’re going to get me off, slut.”
Olivia began to slowly undulate on top of Kristen’s face, grinding herself against the porcelain features of Stewart. The ref called for the bell, signifying Wilde as the winner. “Not…yet…not…yet…” she moaned as she was inching closer and closer to her goal. Just then, an irate, nude and still inebriated Megan Fox came running into the ring, brushing past security. She grabbed the near-ecstatic Olivia by the hair and threw her to the mat. Megan thought that if she and Olivia were both in the next round that she could somehow spin her loss as part of some sort of rigged tournament. But now that Wilde had won, Megan was going to be considered her lesser.
Megan slammed Olivia’s head against the mat, cursing her with every word she could think of. The dazed Wilde, frustrated at her coitus-interruptus, tried to unseat Fox. The two naked and tanned women began rolling around on the mat, each one with hands latched in the other’s hair.
Kristen had no idea what was going on, and with her face slick from Olivia’s juices, decided to get the hell out of Dodge.
Security ran in, prying the two women away from one another, much to the anger of the fans. Normally, they would have let them fight, but a post-match war like this would go against the promoter’s insurance. Megan and Olivia were still swiping at each other despite being restrained, each woman swearing revenge on the other.
