Lily Collins vs. Taylor Swift
Lily Collins gazed at herself in the mirror with pride as she was once again taken aback by her own gorgeous and perfect body. Going with a luxurious silk black romper, Collins as always wanted to have all the eyes on her for the big roster photoshoot that was about to start. All the catfighers, from the heavyweights to the mid card members to the uber-jobbers were going to be photographed both individually and together, and it was quite obvious to everybody which category poor Lily Collins fell into to. While Collins did often succeed in her mission to have the most eyes on her, it was unfortunately never the way she'd always intended. She had the most pathetic match record even among the ultra jobbers. Every single match was a total slaughter, and even the ones when she'd try to cheat or cut a corner always ended up backfiring in the most humiliating fashion.
Not that her many beatdowns made Lily any more humble or gracious, but Lily's haughty level was at an all-time high for this event because she knew they'd be no wrestling involved but instead just her radiating the room with her beautiful glory in that elegant yet sexy romper. You can only imagine Lily's shock and dismay then when, upon arriving to the shoot on the highest horse possible metaphorically, she would find out that this would be another particularly demeaning experience for the universally known wimp. The idea was that, since everybody from the fans to the other catfighers were so used to seeing her stripped, laid out, pinned or bent into submission, Lily's photoshoot would consist of various money shots of her being flattened like a pancake. One photo of her legs bent over her head for a matchbook spanking, another shot of her being crushed in a bear hug, even a capture of her being pinned by a blowup doll! Collins was appalled at the very least by this. Even for a photoshoot, her main purpose was to be nothing more than a squash dummy.
You can imagine that Lily wouldn't take this too swell, and you'd be very much right as the English actress threw a spectacular temper tantrum before storming out of the shoot and into the locker room in a bratty huff. Collins marched to her dressing room with a sour grimace on her face and with her little hands balled up in fists swinging at her sides until she came across fellow jobber Taylor Swift, sitting in her dressing room with the door open totally oblivious to Collin's sudden presence, who was strumming along to her guitar as she gently hummed a tune to herself. Lily crept on the blonde popstar with jealousy mixed with her still boiling rage from being embarrassed in the shoot as Taylor would gracefully stand up off the chair and waltz out of the room for a minute as Collins got a devilish idea. Eyeing Taylor's guitar leaning against the chair, Lily crept inside and picked up the guitar by the neck and hid next to the door with the music instrument held high over her head ready to ambush the country pop star by clocking her in the skull with her own guitar! Lily's plan was genius, at least she thought it was, as she would knock Swift out shattering the guitar on her cranium, strip her of her clothes and then drag her out to the photoshoot as a proud symbol of destruction for Lily to rub in everybody's face after what they requested her to do just minutes ago. Of course nobody needed to know about the whole smashing her unsuspecting head in with the guitar but she figured that once Taylor cried about that later nobody would believe her anyway.
Collins face was beaming with a deranged smile as she eagerly awaiting ditzy Taylor to walk thru the doorway, but unfortunately for Lily as often was the case with her cheating attempts, something quite simple would be her undoing. Stupid Lily didn't notice that Swift's dressing room had another entrance nor did she notice when Swift herself walked thru that door instead of the one she departed from only to see this sneaky little twit Lily trying to ambush her for no reason. Taylor was stunned and instantly furious as she was now the one creeping on her newfound prey. She had already been in a frustrated mood lately not only with her catfighting career but now she had to deal with this Kim and Kanye drama so she was looking to let loose some steam even before this discovery. Silently stalking up behind the still ready to strike Collins, Swift pondering on how she wanted to destroy this brat and decided starting off the simple method of just tapping Lily on the shoulder with authority. Collins seemed to freeze right away upon feeling the finger tap her shoulder and, after correctly assuming that it was Taylor who just caught her guitar handed, swung the instrument backwards hoping to connect with Swift but the signer ducked the musical weapon with ease as the momentum of the swing turned Lily all the way around in a panic circle until she halted spinning right in front of a smiling Swift who wasted no time in sending a wicked backhanded slap to Lily’s face as poor Collins squealed in pain and dropped Taylor’s guitar on the floor.
Not wasting a second in getting to work teaching this conniving little weakling yet another lesson, not that she ever seemed to learn from any of them, Taylor gripped the flowing black hair atop Lily’s head and whipped Collins brutally face first into the wall. Poor Collins already began whining and pleading for forgiveness even before her face met plaster, and after it did her whines and pleas became screams and cries. Swift rammed her face into the wall a couple times before grabbing her guitar that fell on the floor. While still holding the now weeping Lily up on her feet by her hair, Taylor thought for a second of smashing that guitar right over Collins’ head but figured that it wasn’t worth breaking her favorite instrument over this woefully incompetent jobber. Instead Swift would cork the neck of the guitar pointing right at Lily’s already hurting midsection to then ram it into her tight slim belly. Collins bent over in cartoonish fashion as her belly was being speared; her face lunging forward with her mouth in a perfect “O” while her tight butt trusted out behind her atop her cocked legs. Dropping the guitar for a moment Taylor once again gripped hair and spit a disgusting loogie right in the mortified Lily’s face. The spit mixed with the tears already starting to flow down her terrified face. Keeping Collins bent over and now with spit in her face, Taylor drove her knee into Lily’s gut knocking the wind out of the petite princess before scooping the out of breath brat over her shoulder.
Swift eyed the garbage can on the other end of the room and then gave an evil glare to Lily who’s face was only a few inches away from hers. Lily started to plead as Taylor ran making a beeline for the garbage can. Lily let out a pathetic scream as she felt herself lifted up and was slammed headfirst into the somewhat filled and dirty trash container. Taylor ran up to the can and jammed Lily in with so much swiftness and force that Collins’ legs actually stuck straight up in the air for a few seconds before coming back down on the outside of the can with her tight tush sticking straight up in the air. A wide smile crept across Taylor’s face as she placed her hands on both of Lily’s bottom before raising her right hand high in the air and slapping it down on the right buttcheek as Collins shrieked from inside the can. Lily’s luxurious romper offered little protection against Swift’s thunderous slaps. Lily’s muffled squeals could be heard from inside the garbage can as her dangling legs kicked helplessly outside while Taylor had a field day mercilessly spanking her defenseless booty. After a good number of ruthless spanks Taylor noticed a slight tear in right in the crack of the romper seat ad acting accordingly in shoving both hands in her asscrack and ripping a huge hole revealing Collins butt clad in just a pair of lace black panties. Swift then rained down her open palms again on the sticking up caboose of poor Collins, this time connecting with bare buttcheek, until it was beet red as all Lily even stopped trying to kick her legs and just whimpered pathetically in the trashbin. After satisfied enough with the darker shade of red she turned her buttocks, Swift swooped Collins back up this time carrying her under her shoulder as she walked out of her locker room and heading out to the photoshoot.
The cast and crew turned their heads in disbelief as they saw an already triumphant Taylor emerged from the locker room carry the whining Collins like a small child over her shoulder with her face covered in grime and garbage and her sticking up ass sticking out of the ripped apart romper seat beet red with handprints all over the cheeks. The camera operator quickly scanned over the action as poor Collins looked like she was going to be a part of her degrading photoshoot now whether she liked it or not. Taylor went to the ring set up for the photo session to unceremoniously launch Lily’s carcass inside the ring, the petitie sobbing beauty literally bouncing off the mat upon impact, before climbing herself in the ring as Collins tried pathetically to crawl to the other side of the ring and escape. The entire roster of women circled the ring and decided to stay and watch some highly entertaining first rate jobber destruction. While everyone already knew how weak Lily was and many even had their own experiences dominating her in the ring, this was the first time the entire roster would get a front row seat as Taylor dragged the thrashing and squealing Collins to the center of the ring by her ankles.
Taylor flipped Lily on her back by the ankles before twisted around and yanking her legs far back for a brutal boston crab. Swift tugged Collins’ slim legs further backward as she gradually lowered her butt on Lily’s increasingly arched back. The pop singer looked back over her shoulder with a glowing smile on her face as she watched Lily desperately slapped the mat screaming and crying out in agony as her legs were bent backwards over her body to an unnatural degree as the camera crew had already started snapping pictures of the whole ordeal of Collins’ body being brutally contorted with her face still covered in garbage and grime. Flashbulbs burst and clicking sounds filled the air through Lily’s pathetic squealing as she noticed that not only has her plan for an easy beatdown backfired so badly, but that her comeuppance was occurring before every other catfighter in the league! Collins had reached a point where she’d rather just pass out and sleep all this off but Taylor wouldn’t give her that relief as she eventually released the leg hold just before Lily would black out from the pain. Swift turned back around and upon seeing Lily moaning on her stomach with that ripped open romper seat sticking up to the ceiling she decided to get rid of this pesky clothing once and for all as she gripped the ripped open seat and began yanking the entire romper off Collins completely.
All Lily could do was her usual routine of withering on the mat like a flopping fish out of water as Taylor tore and ripped the romper apart until her prey was clad in the middle of the ring wearing just her black bra and panties as the camera bulbs flashed excitedly. Collins tried in vain to cover up her exposed body but if anything Taylor thought her body still wasn’t exposed enough as she quickly tossed the shredded romper aside, reached out to grip Lily’s bra right between her two perky boobs and with one clean tug ripped the garment completely off. Lily was in complete shock as her boobs bounced out free and as she frantically attempted to cover them up with one arm while flipping her body over and began desperately trying to crawl out of the ring on her hands and knees. This course of action would leave her bright red tush sticking straight out towards Taylor in just those black lace panties as Swift easily caught up with her gripping those panties by the waistband which stopped Collins dead in her tracks.
The cameras clicked away in a frenzy as Taylor proceeded to yank Lily’s panties high in the air for a killer wedgie while placing her foot down on the small of Collins’ back forcing her upper body down face first on the mat while keeping her butt sticking up via the wedgie. The sight was quite comical as Taylor pulled on the lace panties as if she was starting a lawnmower as poor Lily continued slapping the mat and crying in total humiliation and pain as the cameras got plenty of closeups at her weeping face, her beet red ass with the panties wedgied deep in her anus and pussy and Taylor’s delighted face looking down at her effortless destruction. The entire roster was having a ball pointing and laughing even the girls who weren’t huge fans of Taylor were still enjoying themselves and clearly the camera crew was very much too. It took seemingly forever before Lily’s panties finally snapped in two as she just lay in the fetal position on the mat massaging her aching pussy and reaching her own hand in her buttcrack to do the same to her burning asshole.
Now that she had her victim completely naked, Taylor had the exposure she wanted as she flipped the wimpering Collins on her stomach again, wrapped her legs and arms around Lily’s limbs behind her before falling backwards to the mat causing Lily to be carried and swung upwards in a spectacular ceiling hold. The camera crew actually cheered as Taylor completed the move as Lily was now held high up in the air bent backwards with her bare breasts and spread out pussy aiming straight up towards the ceiling with absolutely nothing to hide. All Collins could do was continue to whine and squeal as yet again her devious plans had blown up in her face this time maybe worse than ever before as here she was having her naked body spread high in the air as cameras documented every mortifying moment with her face covered in saliva, muck and her own tears. Taylor on the other hand felt fantastic. Not only was she able to completely dominate somebody for a change, especially someone who was trying to ambush her in the dressing room through no fault of her own, but she was able to do so in front of the entre roster thereby putting everyone on notice not to fuck with her.
Taylor gave the crew plenty of time to get plenty of pics from any and every angle they wanted before she dumped Lily’s body back down face first on the mat once again just before she passed out from a mix of agony and shame. Collins didn’t even try crawling out of the ring anymore as she instead just tried to play dead even though Swift knew that she was still conscious. That wouldn’t be the case for long however as Taylor again scooped up the naked and disgraced Collins to stand her on her wobbly feet before kicking her In the stomach causing her to bend over. Shoving her head inbetween her thighs and wrapping her arms under Lily’s tummy, Taylor pulled the pleading and begging Collins over so she was sitting on her shoulders before slamming her down in a thunderous powerbomb that folded Lily in half like a broken twig and knocking her out instantly. Lily’s legs were bent back parallel to her own body so that her feet were on the mat next to her head as her body was brutally contorted as a result of the devastating slam as the cameras got plenty of captures of Lily’s body bent in half. Seeing the position that Collins was in, Taylor decided that even in a blacked out state that Lily just seemed to be asking for more so she again scooped up Lily’s carcass again so that it was sitting over her shoulders and powerbombed her again! This time Lily ended up flat on the mat spread eagled and flattened like she was run over by a street sweeper as she lay there totally naked and decimated. Adding some final insult to injury, Swift would pick up Lily’s ripped apart panties to wipe the muck and various liquids off Collins’ face before shoving the disgusting and dripping wet garment in Lily’s mouth followed by getting up to her feet and placing a foot on Collins’ zonked out and gagged face for a spectacular finishing victory pose.
