Shantel VanSanten vs. Maria Sharapova
Immediately after demolishing model Cara Delevingne, the victorious Sharapova strolled off her outdoor shoot and saw another photoshoot happening nearby with another model on a baseball field. It was Shantel VanSanten, the former One Tree Hill hottie, who was standing on the pitcher’s mound with a baseball in one hand and her smartphone in the other hand while her assistant was applying some last minute make-up to her face before the shoot began. Maria was riding high from destroying one jobber, and once she walked up closer behind Vansanten, she quickly got hungry for some more fresh prey. While Santel wasn’t taking smack about Maria, she was completely oblivious that the suspended tennis star was even there, Shantel still displayed quite a bratty and obnoxious attitude towards her assistant and the rest of the crew. Barking orders at them, demanding the camera man to take only certain pictures from certain angles that weren’t agreed upon before, and even holding up the shoot so she could mess around on her phone. Maria observed all this as she walked up to Shantel from behind and decided that maybe another snot-nose model like Cara needs a little dash of humility.
As Shantel continued to hold up the shoot while texting away on her phone, Maria tapped her on the shoulder only to receive a very bitchy middle finger up from the model still on her phone. As if Maria didn’t even enough incentive already to wreck this bitch, she had more than plenty now as she quit being subtle and forcibly grabbed Shantel’s shoulder and turned the shocked model around to face her. She was wearing a tight blue Houston Astros jersey which was tied in a knot, showing off her tight belly, and an extremely skimpy white skirt which only went down till the top of her long lean legs. Shantel’s mouth formed a big O and her eyes grew wide as she now stood face to face with the tennis star before Maria grabbed the phone out of her hand and smashed it on the ground into pieces. “What the fuck you stupid dyke!” Shantel screamed. “How dare y…” but before she could continue Maria drove her fist into VanSanten’s bare midsection causing her to bend over in pain. Maria followed that up with another punch and another one until Shantel was on her knees holding her stomach and coughing in pain.
Not giving her a second to regain her composure, Maria reached down to grip Shantel’s black hair and dragged her kicking and screaming to the second base bag and began ramming her head down on the base. Shantel could only squeal and squirm as Maria pounded her skull down on the hard base while verbally ridiculing the overpowered model. “Hush hush, bitch. I know you’ve been to second base plenty of times before this!” Maria quipped as a pretty cheesy joke but nevertheless one that got laughs among the witnessing cast and crew. “Hell, I’m probably not even the first girl you’ve been with either!” Maria continued to joke as she proceeded to start violently tearing Shantel’s baseball jersey until it was completely off her body revealing her breasts in just a white bra. Maria threw the ripped up jersey to the make-up assistant, who now had a huge smile on her face as she watched Shantel start to pathetically attempt to crawl away from Maria on her hands and knees back towards the pitching mound.
Maria chucked at the sight of Shantel, who was just moments earlier being an arrogant witch to everybody, now graveling on the floor and whimpering like a scared baby. The model couldn’t get far as Maria easily caught up to her and started tugging the short skirt down her long legs. Shantel tried desperately to keep her skirt on but Maria handily overcame her futile efforts at keeping both her skirt and dignity as Sharapova eventually worked the skirt off Shantel leaving her now in just her matching pair of white bra and panties. Maria enjoyed the feeling of spanking Cara earlier with her tennis racket, and while that was now in the trash along with Cara herself, she figured this bitch too could use a good spanking. Maria bent down one knee and threw the now weeping Shantel over her lap. Locking both her hands behind her back with one arm, Maria reached down for Shantel’s baseball and shoved it in her prey’s mouth to quiet down her crying before wedging her panties far back and raining her palm down on her defenseless backside. Shantel bucked and moaned with the ball in her mouth as Maria was ruthless in slapping her hand on the perky sticking up asscheeks of her latest jobber victim.
Maria continued the spanking until Shantel’s face was full of tears and her ass was bright red. She even invited the assistant who Shantel previously verbally abused to join in the abuse. The giddy make-up girl skipped over and gave Shantel’s ass a few extra slaps before Maria scooped up VanSanten and carried her over to home plate. Once there Sharapova then flipped over the model in a classic piledriver position and flashed a wide smile from in-between Shantel’s spread legs. The baseball had fallen out of her mouth as Shantel was now apologizing for her snotty behavior before and praying for mercy but it was too little and too late for saying sorry has Maria spit back at her “Awww now you’re sorry?? That’s just too bad for you. Enjoy your nap, bitch” before falling to her knees and dropping Shantel right on her cranium on the hard home place knocking her out as she fell to her back spread eagled and unconscious. The crew cheered as formally cocky Shantel was now out cold in just her bra and panties and Maria had thoroughly dominated yet another mouthy jobber. Some of those who just witnesses the destruction started to clamor around Maria for some autographs, and while she was happy to oblige, she also still wasn’t quite done with Shantel just yet. Sharapova turned to the assistant asking her if she could drag the carcass of Shantel to the pitching mound while she just sign some autographs real quick which the assistant gladly agreed to do.
After dragging Shantel’s body by her arms so that she was now laying across the pitching mound with her bare belly sticking up over the hump, the assistant took out a little act of revenge of her own as she took out the make-up stick she was trying to use before on the model and wrote in big letters on Shantel’s mid-section MARIA’S BITCH. Sharapova would walk over to the mound after signing the autographs and chuckled at the writing on her stomach and actually giving the assistant her phone number. “You wanna come work for me? Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll double it.” Maria offered as the assistant instantly accepted with a beaming smile. “As for all you beautiful people…” Maria then exclaimed to the camera crew, “wanna take a few pictures already??” Sharapova planted her foot on the sticking up and branded belly of the still passed out Shantel and flexed her arms as the camera snapped away recording the end result of another one-sided beatdown dished out by the victorious tennis player.
Ashley Greene vs. Emma Watson
While Emma Watson was usually pretty confident going into a match, even if it was up against somebody she would end up losing to, she was more than a little nervous going into her bout versus Ashley Greene. She was older and had a far better match record than her. So Emma abandoned the traditional method of letting the better woman win and instead opted to try the tactic of cheating her way to a victory. Watson planned to sneak into Ashley’s dressing room before the start of the match and put a mysterious powder substance in her bottle of Gatorade. While not lethal in any way, the powder would make Greene tired and lethargic which would make her easy prey for Emma and in a landslide at that. Emma cautiously kept an eye out as she crept into Ashley’s empty room and started to dispose the contents of the pouch into her drink, but Emma let her guard down and didn’t hear Ashley quietly walk up to her slightly ajar door and look in witnessing what Emma was attempting to do to her.
Ashley instantly became furious as she yelled “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” at a shocked Emma who turned around in horror and immediately started to babble on in desperation trying to tell any lie or excuse she could to not make this look awful. But before Emma could even try to beg for mercy from her tougher opponent, Ashley would run over to and send a knee crashing into Watson’s bare stomach as the Harry Potter star squealed in pain and doubled over. Ashley snapped the bag of powder out of Emma’s hand and proceeded to blow the entire contents right in her face. Watson’s eyes were tearing up and her throat was struggling for air as Ashley then started raining slaps to her anguished cheeks before the tinier British actress fell to the floor in a sad heap. “Come on you little shit, I wanna beat your ass like you couldn’t imagine now” Ashley said with disdain as she scooped Emma up over her shoulder and carried her thru the backstage area and out to the ring like she was a misbehaved child. Emma tried to plead and apologize but it that wasn’t going to get her anywhere with Ashley even if she hadn’t tried to cheat and especially not now.
Ashley chucked the petitie Emma into the ring like she was a dart as she bounced off the canvas from the impact. Climbing up a turnbuckle, Ashley waited at the top until a dazed Emma would stagger to her feet and turn around only to be hit with a devastating top rope dropkick right to the face. Emma again crashed to the mat; this time on her back and already knocked out. The match could have easily ended right there, but Ashley was still fuming over the cheating attempt and wasn’t ready to let Emma get off that easy even if she was already out cold. Again scooping the Brit up, Ashley then draped her on her back over a turnbuckle and started clawing and pounding Watson’s sticking up midsection until she woke up from her slumber again and immediately started sceaming bloody murder. Ashley pounded and clawed away at Emma’s pasty flesh, and when she got tired of that, she put one hand on Emma’s chin and the other on one of her legs and started bending her body further backwards over in the corner. Ashley had a sadistic smile on her face as she continued bending Emma’s body further back and seemingly breaking her spine in two.
Stopping the bending just before Emma would have to pass out again, Ashley grabbed her unfortunate victim and dragged her into the center of the ring only to lock her in a tight full nelson hold and wrap lock her long legs around Emma’s body for a suffocating submission combo. Watson was withering around on the mat like a flopping fish as Ashley managed to both lock Emma’s wrists together and cover her mouth so that she couldn’t say her submission or tap out to end this absolute nightmare. After a few straight moments of unrelenting submission, Ashley would move her body up so that her legs were now wrapped around Emma’s neck and she locked in an equally suffocating head scissors hold. Once again Ashley kept the hold locked in until just before Emma passed out and just then flipped over to start driving Watson’s face to the mat over and over. After hammering her head to the mat enough times, Ashley would finally get up from on top of Watson only to then reach down and strip her demin jacket off followed by then grabbing her bright blue bra and ripping that off her body too. Emma’s bare breasts were now revealed to the world for the first time in her life and she couldn’t be more mortified as she pathetically to cover them up before the hooting and hollering crowd.
Even though she was pretty much broken, being topless made Emma reawaken from the sheer state of panic she was in and she know something had to be done to stop this assault. Just then she had remembered that she packed a cloth covered in chloroform in her back jeans pocket, a cheating insurance policy if you will in case the powder didn’t do the trick on Ashley, and as Ashley moved in to further continue her torture and Emma was in a position that the referee couldn’t see much from his vantage point, Emma flung her hand out at Ashley’s face trying to smother her with the garment. But Ashley swiftly moved her head out of the way and gripped Emma’s hand. Ashley drove another knee into Emma, this time right into her bare tits instead of her midsection, as Emma dropped the cloth in disbelief. Her plans of cheating for victory failed not once but twice, and Ashley couldn’t fathom the audacity of this devious little brat. Ashley grabbed the bent over Emma and threw her on her belly over the top rope and wasted no time in pulling both Watson’s jean shorts and her blue thong down and off her legs. Emma looked back over her shoulder in horror as Ashley rasied her hand high in the air and started spanking Watson’s upturned butt with a vengeance. Emma was now bare naked, bent over the ropes and getting her bottom spanked like a spoiled child as she started openly weeping and crying in both utter pain and humiliation.
Ashley would eventually finish her punishing spanking and decide to end things on a powerful note. Grabbing Emma by the hair and dragging her to the center of the ring, Ashley would stand over the chloroform soaked rag and shove the Harry Potter star’s head between her legs before jumping up and landing on her knees delivering a ring-shaking pedigree. Emma was finally no doubt knocked unconscious not only from the impact of the pedigree but also from her face landing right on her own chloroform cloth. Now satisfied with the outcome, that is the twice cheating yet still loser Emma getting both her dirty moves shoved back in her face literally, Ashley wore a content smile on her face as she turned the naked Watson over on her back, shoved the rag in her mouth and crawled over her body while reaching down and hooking one of Emma’s spread eagled legs as far back as she could for a spectacular leg hook pinfall. It was an embarrassing pin to lose for anybody, but especially for Emma who was completely out cold and naked. Ashley kept Emma’s leg hooked for a few seconds even after the count of three before getting to her feet, planting her foot on Emma’s zonked out and chloroform stuffed face and posing her arms in victory. Emma had learned the hard way that cheaters never prosper, and Ashley had sent a very convincing message: Don’t fuck with her.
