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Fight 08 Amanda Cerny vs Chrissy Teigen
DIR By: BadAssBunnies
Date: July 20, 2024, 8:14 pm
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Match 08
Amanda Cerny – Centerfold Angels vs Chrissy Teigen – Death by
Bikini
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Pre-Fight Weigh-in:
Joe Rogan steps up to the podium.
Joe: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to our 8th fight at the
world-famous Whiskey-a-Go-Go. Tonight, we have the second highly
contested match between rival stables Death by Bikini and the
Centerfold Angels. In a few moments, we will bring up both
women. However, they will be coming up alone, as their stables
have been ordered to stay clear of the weigh-in after some
fights broke out at the last event.
Amanda confidently makes her way to the scale, dressed in
skin-tight yoga shorts and a sports bra. With a deliberate
motion, she peels off her top and rolls down her shorts,
standing nearly naked in a flimsy black string bikini. Stepping
onto the scales, she registers a weight of 125 lbs. Amanda
flexes her impressive biceps as she poses for her fans.
Chrissy, in contrast, is all business. Ignoring Amanda's
presence, she swiftly removes her sweats and steps onto the
scales clad in a striking red bikini. The scales confirm her
weight at a slightly lighter 121 lbs. She shares a wink with Joe
Rogan, then casually walks past Amanda, extending her hand and
playfully flicking Amanda on the nose.
Amanda, caught off guard, hesitates for a moment, unsure how to
react, while Chrissy swiftly makes her way to her seat. Joe
Rogan steps in front of Chrissy, questioning her actions.
Joe: What was that for, Chrissy?
Chrissy: What was what for, Joe?
Joe: You just flicked Amanda in the nose.
Chrissy: I did? Sorry, Mandy. I hardly noticed you were here.
Joe: Let's start with Amanda. You challenged Chrissy to an oil
wrestling match. Any particular reason?
Amanda: As you know, there's no love lost between our stables,
and what better way to bring those over-hyped prima-donnas back
down to earth than by beating the crap out of one of their
leaders.
Joe: Why didn't you challenge Chrissy's co-leader, Kate Upton
instead?
Amanda: Oh, we tried, but Kate thinks she's above lowering
herself to an oil wrestling match. Chrissy, on the other hand,
had no problem stepping up.
Joe: Have you ever participated in an oil wrestling match
before?
Amanda: No, not in an official match, but I did a spoof one
Instagram once, so I have a bit of an idea what it feels like to
be covered in oil.
Joe: How about you, Chrissy?
Chrissy: How about what?
Joe: Have you ever been in a bikini covered in oil?
Chrissy: Well, John and I used to take the sheets off our
waterbed, slick up our bodies and... Oh, wait, maybe I better
not go any further.
Amanda: Please don't. The thought of John Legend naked on a
waterbed is gross.
Chrissy stands up and angrily points her finger at Amanda.
Chrissy: You take my husband's name out your damn mouth.
Amanda: Legend? Just because he changed his name from John
Stevens doesn't make him a legend. Nobody's heard from him in .
. . since 2011 maybe.
Chrissy is obviously upset.
Amanda: Maybe he should change it to John Loser and you two can
be the loser couple.
Chrissy: One more word and you're getting a beatdown! Right
here, right now!
Amanda: He should just come out of the closet. Everyone knows
he's...
Chrissy is out of control, and security escorts her off the
stage.
Amanda: Clearly, I struck a nerve. Maybe it's not all sunshine
and peaches in the Legend household. Who knew, right?
Joe: I have a feeling that this is going to be just as
contentious as the last fight. Are you prepared to go all out
and fight dirty to get the win?
Amanda: I can fight dirty with the best of them. Fighting in the
UCC teaches you one thing: if you get kicked in the crotch and
you don't retaliate, then you're going to be placing a bullseye
between your legs. Fight fire with fire is what works best. Hit
them back twice as hard works for me.
Joe: I look forward to calling your fight. I just hope you two
get through it with few incidents.
Fight Night:
The arena buzzed with anticipation as the next oil wrestling
match was announced. The crowd had barely settled from the
explosive showdown between Barbara Palvin and Raquel Pomplun
when the lights dimmed, signaling the beginning of another
high-stakes battle. This time, it was between Chrissy Teigen,
the co-stable leader of Death by Bikini, and social media
sensation Amanda Cerny, representing the Centerfold Angels.
Chrissy enters the arena wearing a magenta metallic robe cut
high on the waist. Her hair is in a bun, and she is wearing
black flip flops. Samantha Hoopes and Genevieve Morton are by
her side. She kicks her flip flops into the crowd and drops her
robe to her feet, revealing a very provocative sky blue
French-cut bikini. In a much better mood, she waves to her
adoring fans, then kneels in the oil and slowly but deliberately
applies a thin coating of baby oil to her sun-drenched skin.
Amanda enters the pit escorted by her corner workers Ana Cheri
and Alison Waite. She is wearing short shorts and a John Legend
T-shirt. As soon as Chrissy sees the shirt, she loss her cool
and starts to freak out, screaming at Amanda to take it off.
Amanda slowly peels the shirt off and hands it to Alison, who
pulls out a lighter and sets it on fire.
Chrissy: No! No! That shirt is a classic! Stop!
A Whiskey-a-Go-Go employee calmly steps up with a fire
extinguisher and quickly puts out the flames, but Amanda has
already provoked Chrissy. Genevieve and Samantha hold Chrissy
back while the referee goes over the rules.
The referee for the bout is once again Martha Stewart. Both
women are brought to the center of the pit and explained the
rules. Chrissy and Amanda stand nose to nose their bodies
dripping in oil both with their fists clenched ready to spring
into action.
Round 1:
With a nod from Martha Stewart, the match began and both women
lunged at each other, their bodies colliding with a wet slap.
The oil made it difficult to maintain a grip, but neither
fighter was deterred. They grappled, slipping and sliding, each
trying to gain the upper hand.
Chrissy was the first to gain a semblance of control, managing
to wrap her arms around Amanda's waist and force her to the mat.
Amanda struggled, but Chrissy held firm, her breath coming in
ragged gasps as she fought to maintain her position.
Chrissy: "You're going down, Cerny!" Chrissy hissed, tightening
her grip.
Amanda: "Not a chance, Teigen!" Amanda spat back, using a burst
of strength to twist out of Chrissy's hold. She rolled away,
getting to her knees and wiping oil from her eyes. Chrissy was
already on her feet, ready to attack again.
They met in the center of the pit, their bodies slamming
together with brutal force. Chrissy tried to get Amanda in a
headlock, but Amanda slipped out, her oily skin making it
impossible to hold on. She retaliated with a quick elbow to
Chrissy's ribs, making her grunt in pain.
Chrissy, the more aggressive fighter so far, managed to pin
Amanda's shoulders to the mat, her legs straddling Amanda's
waist. Martha started the count, but Amanda wasn't ready to give
up. With a fierce cry, she bucked her hips, throwing Chrissy off
balance and breaking the pin.
Chrissy quickly turned and aimed a punch at Amanda's stomach,
but Amanda dodged, grabbing Chrissy's wrist and twisting it
behind her back.
Chrissy winced, but refused to give in. She used her free hand
to grabbed Amanda's ear, yanking hard and forcing a yelp of pain
from her opponent.
Amanda: "Cheap shot, you ****!" Amanda shouted, retaliating with
a sharp elbow to Chrissy's chest. Chrissy gasped, the air
leaving her lungs in a rush, but she didn't let go.
They continued to struggle, each using every dirty tactic they
could think of to gain the upper hand. Amanda clawed at
Chrissy's back, her nails leaving red streaks on her skin.
Chrissy responded by digging her fingers into Amanda's sides,
making her flinch and curse.
Martha Stewart watched closely, ready to intervene if things got
out of hand, but both women managed to stay just within the
boundaries of the rules.
Chrissy: "You fight like a **** star," Chrissy taunted, her
voice strained from the exertion.
Amanda: "And you look like a drowned rat with too much Botox,"
Amanda shot back, her lips curling into a snarl.
Their bodies slipped and slid against each other, the oil making
every movement a struggle. Chrissy managed to get Amanda into a
bear hug, her arm tightening around Amanda's chest as their full
ample breasts lined up. The crowd leaned in, anticipation
building as the referee moved closer, watching each fighter,
ready to count if either faltered.
Chrissy's breasts had the advantage as they were on top and
their impressive weight was bearing down, forcing Amanda to yelp
as her jugs were being pinned to her chest. The referee asked
Amanda if she wanted to tap, but Amanda wasn't done yet. She
brought her elbow back hard, catching Chrissy in the ribs and
forcing her to loosen her grip. Amanda twisted out of the hold,
gasping for air, her breasts barely hanging in her top. Amanda
stepped forward and they locked into a tight embrace. They
twirled around in a tight circle when Amanda delivered a swift
kick to Chrissy's knee, making her stumble.
Amanda: "Getting tired already?" Amanda mocked, her breath
coming in heavy pants. "I thought you had more fight in you."
Chrissy: "Keep dreaming," Chrissy snapped, launching herself at
Amanda with renewed vigor. She tackled Amanda to the mat, both
of them landing with a wet splat. Chrissy tried to pin Amanda's
arms above her head, but Amanda wriggled free, her slippery skin
making it impossible to get a firm hold.
They rolled across the mat, each trying to gain the upper hand.
Chrissy managed to get on top, her hands pressing down on
Amanda's shoulders. Martha moved in to start the count, but
Amanda twisted her hips, bucking Chrissy off and reversing their
positions.
Amanda pressed her forearm against Chrissy's throat, her other
hand gripping Chrissy's wrist. Chrissy struggled, her legs
kicking out as she tried to dislodge Amanda as Genevieve and
Samantha screamed out "CHOKE! CHOKE!" Martha called for a break
and began the count, but Chrissy wasn't ready to give up. She
brought her knee up, driving it between Amanda's legs and making
her gasp.
Chrissy wiped the oil off her face, reaching down to grab
Amanda's hair. She yanked Amanda up, their faces inches apart as
they glared at each other. Amanda sneered, slapping Chrissy
across the face. The sound echoed through the arena, drawing
gasps from the crowd. Chrissy's eyes blazed with fury. She
grabbed Amanda's wrist, twisting it and forcing Amanda to her
knees. Amanda cried out, but didn't back down. She used her free
hand to punch Chrissy in the stomach, making her double over.
Chrissy fought back, straightening up and launching herself at
Amanda. They collided again, their bodies crashing together with
a loud slap. The crowd was on their feet, the tension in the
arena at a fever pitch. Chrissy and Amanda fought with
everything they had, each determined to come out on top. They
traded blows, their insults and taunts growing more vicious with
each passing second.
The round was drawing to a close, both women exhausted but
refusing to back down. Chrissy managed to get Amanda in a side
headlock, squeezing tight as the referee moved in. Amanda
struggled, her face red with effort, but she wasn't ready to
give in. She reached back and grabbed the back of Chrissy's
thong and lifted up the thin material digging deep into Chrissy
forcing her to let go. Amanda pulled up until Chrissy was on her
toes her hands clutching her privates as stretched the thin
fabric.
Chrissy lifted her left leg and stomped down hard on Amanda's
toes eliciting a scream making Amanda let go as she limped away
eventually falling on her butt. Chrissy backed away pulling her
thong free her face contorted as she glared daggers at her hated
rival. They stood a few feet apart both gathering themselves as
the final seconds ticked away on the first round.
They separated, both panting heavily. Chrissy and Amanda eyed
each other, both knowing that the next move could decide the
round. With a final burst of energy, Chrissy tackled Amanda and
tried to pin Amanda's arms above her head but Amanda twisted
free, grabbing Chrissy's wrist and pulling her down to the mat.
They rolled, each trying to gain the upper hand, but neither
able to secure a pin or submission as the bell rang, signaling
the end of the round. Both women lay on the mat, their chests
heaving as they tried to catch their breath. The crowd erupted
in applause, their excitement undiminished by the lack of a
decisive winner.
Chrissy and Amanda got to their hands and knees, both exhausted
as they glared at each other. The first round had been a brutal,
hard-fought battle, and it was clear that neither woman was
ready to back down. The next round promised to be even more
intense, as both fighters prepared to give everything they had
to secure the win.
Round 2:
The bell for the second round rang. Chrissy Teigen and Amanda
Cerny were visibly drained from the first round, their bodies
glistening with oil, chests heaving with each breath. The
determination in their eyes spoke volumes—they were in it to
win, no matter the cost.
They circled each other, movements slower but no less
deliberate. Chrissy lunged first, aiming to spear Amanda's
waist, but Amanda twisted away, slipping out of Chrissy's grasp.
Chrissy pivoted and caught Amanda's arm, twisting it behind her
back. Amanda gritted her teeth in pain but didn't give up. She
ducked, twisted, and jammed her fist into Chrissy's left breast.
Chrissy winced and loosened her grip. Amanda seized the moment,
wrenching her arm free and shoving Chrissy away.
They faced each other again, both breathing heavily. Chrissy's
eyes narrowed as she rushed forward, lifting Amanda off her feet
and slamming her to the oily mat. They struggled on the ground,
bodies slipping and sliding, each trying to gain the upper hand.
Chrissy managed to get on top, pinning Amanda's shoulders.
Martha Stewart moved in to start the count her hand nearly
reaching 3 but Amanda wrapped her legs around Chrissy's waist,
rolling them over just in timee to prevent the first fall of the
match.
Chrissy squirmed out of the hold, rolling to a neutral corner.
As they scrambled to their feet, Amanda tackled Chrissy, driving
her into the mat. Amanda went for a headlock, but Chrissy's
slippery skin made it difficult to maintain. Chrissy slipped
out, grabbing Amanda’s leg in a painful ankle lock.
Amanda screamed as Chrissy twisted her ankle back and forth
making Amanda close her eyes from the intense pain. Chrissy
ratched up the pressure.
Chrissy: Tap out, come on tap or I'll make you regret it!
Amanda gritted her teeth and used her free leg to kick Chrissy
across the pit. Both women got to their knees, glaring at each
other. Chrissy struck first, grabbing Amanda's shoulders. They
grappled fiercely, Chrissy twisting Amanda's wrist behind her
back.
“You’re not so tough now, are you?” Chrissy panted.
Amanda growled, elbowing Chrissy in the gut then flipping her
over her shoulder. Chrissy landed hard, gasping for air. Amanda
quickly straddled her, pinning her arms down with her knees
resting on her biceps. The referee moved in, but Chrissy bucked
wildly, dislodging Amanda before the count reached three.
Amanda grabbed Chrissy’s ankle, twisting it painfully looking
for some payback. Chrissy screamed, kicking out with her free
leg and breaking the hold. Both women rose slowly, both slightly
limping neither willing to give up. They collided again in the
center, grappling for control. Amanda caught Chrissy in a bear
hug, squeezing tight. Chrissy gasped for air, pushing against
Round 3:
The bell for the third round rang, and Amanda and Chrissy were
immediately locked in a fierce battle. Both women, exhausted
from the match, were unwilling to give an inch. Amanda saw an
opening and seized it, her legs shooting up to wrap around
Chrissy’s neck in a tight figure-four neck scissors. Her
powerful thighs squeezed relentlessly.
Chrissy’s eyes widened in shock as the pressure mounted. She
grabbed at Amanda’s legs, trying to pry them apart, but Amanda’s
hold was unyielding. The crowd watched in tense silence as
Chrissy’s face turned beet red. She struggled, her hands clawing
at Amanda’s thighs, but Amanda twisted her hips, increasing the
pressure.
“You’re not getting out of this one,” Amanda growled.
Chrissy held on longer than anyone expected, her face a deep,
alarming shade of red. Amanda’s legs trembled with strain, but
she pushed through the pain, knowing victory was close. With one
final, desperate squeeze, Amanda poured every ounce of strength
into the hold. Chrissy’s struggles slowed, her movements
becoming sluggish. With a look of reluctant defeat, Chrissy’s
hand weakly tapped out on Amanda’s thigh.
Amanda immediately released the hold, her legs shaking from the
effort. Chrissy rolled onto her side, gasping for air. Martha
Stewart signaled the submission, and the crowd erupted in cheers
for Amanda..
Amanda struggled to her knees, her thighs pulsing with each
step. She had pushed herself to the limit, but Chrissy, still
catching her breath, saw an opportunity. With fierce
determination, she tackled Amanda to the mat, driving her
shoulder into Amanda's midsection. Amanda let out a pained gasp
as she was forced onto her back.
Chrissy quickly moved to secure a pin, grabbing Amanda's wrists
and pressing her shoulders down. The referee started the count.
One! Two! But Amanda managed to kick out just before the three
count, her legs weakly flailing. Undeterred, Chrissy adjusted
her position and went for another pin, pressing her entire body
weight onto Amanda's chest. Again, the referee began the count.
One! Two! Amanda, despite her exhaustion, arched her back and
twisted her hips, breaking the pin with a desperate surge of
strength.
Frustrated, Chrissy grabbed Amanda's wrists and pushed them down
beside her head, going for a third pin attempt. One! Two!
Amanda, using what little strength she had left, managed to get
her shoulder up, breaking the count once more.
Changing tactics, Chrissy straddled Amanda's chest, her 34C
breasts hanging heavily over Amanda's face. In a dominant
display, she lowered her chest, her oily cleavage sealing off
Amanda's nose and mouth.
Amanda's eyes widened in panic as she realized she couldn't
breathe. She struggled beneath Chrissy, her legs kicking weakly
and her arms flailing, but Chrissy's weight made it nearly
impossible to escape. Chrissy pressed down harder, her full
breasts completely cutting off Amanda's air supply. Amanda's
struggles grew frantic, her body bucking and twisting. But
Chrissy held firm, determined to secure the submission.
Amanda's movements slowed as the lack of oxygen took its toll.
Her vision blurred, and her strength waned. Just as she was on
the verge of blacking out, Amanda's hand weakly tapped against
Chrissy's side, signaling her submission.
Chrissy lifted her chest, allowing Amanda to gasp for air.
Amanda lay on the mat, barely conscious, her face flushed and
her body limp from the intense ordeal. The referee signaled the
submission, and the crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and gasps.
Chrissy stood over Amanda, her own chest rising and falling
rapidly, knowing she had pushed herself to the limit to secure
the win. Amanda wasn't in any condition to continue.
With two minutes left on the clock, Amanda looked done for. She
could barely make it to her knees, trembling from exhaustion and
pain. Chrissy, sensing victory, stood over Amanda, mocking her.
“I hope you’re not about to cry, Amanda,” Chrissy taunted. “This
next submission is going to break you.”
Amanda, her legs wobbly and her breath ragged, tried to fight
back. But Chrissy was relentless. She grabbed Amanda by the
hair, pulling her up just enough to wrap her arms around
Amanda's waist. With a swift, brutal motion, Chrissy lifted
Amanda and power slammed her back down onto the oily mat. Amanda
let out a cry of pain, her body arching from the impact.
Wasting no time, Chrissy locked Amanda into a tight guillotine
choke. Her biceps bulged as she squeezed, her grip like iron
around Amanda’s neck. Amanda’s face turned crimson as she
struggled to breathe, her hands clawing weakly at Chrissy’s
arms.
“Give up!” Chrissy hissed. “Tap out, Amanda, or I’ll make you
wish you had.”
Amanda’s vision began to blur as the pressure around her neck
intensified. She tried to resist, to hold on, but Chrissy’s
relentless assault was too much. Her body started to go limp.
Just then, with a burst of desperate energy, Amanda managed an
amazing reversal. She twisted her body, rolling Chrissy onto her
back with her legs lifted over her head. Chrissy’s eyes widened
in shock as she found herself trapped in an unexpected pin.
Amanda pressed down as Chrissy's feet touched the mat her thong
disappearing in the cracks of her round butt.
Martha immediately dropped to the mat, counting out loud. “One!
Two! Three!”
The count was quick and decisive. Amanda had done it. She had
turned the tables on Chrissy at the very last moment.
The crowd erupted in cheers and gasps of astonishment. Chrissy,
stunned and furious, tried to get back to her feet, but Amanda
held her down, ensuring the count was indisputable. Chrissy's
corner screamed at Martha Stewart as the time ticked away, but
Chrissy couldn't break free.
Finally, after 10 agonizing seconds, Amanda cupped her right
hand and delivered a sharp, resounding slap to Chrissy's big,
round butt. The loud, echoing crack reverberated throughout the
Whisky a Go Go, sealing Amanda's dominant victory.
The referee signaled the end of the match, and Amanda finally
released Chrissy, collapsing to the mat herself, gasping for
air. Chrissy, equally exhausted, lay on her back, her face a
mask of disbelief and rage.
No sooner had Amanda gotten off a furious Chrissy than the bell
rang, signaling the end of the fight. Amanda had done it; she
had outlasted a very formidable opponent. Chrissy, still
seething with fury, realized that the fight was over and she had
lost. As Amanda and her teammates celebrated, Chrissy lowered
her head, her face a mask of defeat, and slowly headed back to
her corner, the weight of the loss heavy on her shoulders. The
once-spirited fighter now appeared broken, the cheers of the
crowd a bitter reminder of her crushing defeat.
Amanda’s victory had come at a tremendous cost. Both women were
utterly spent, their bodies glistening with oil and sweat.
Martha Stewart brought the fighters to the middle of the pit and
raised Amanda's hand.
“Remember this, Chrissy,” Amanda panted. “You’ll always be
second best to Kate and now you're second best to ME!”
Chrissy, though defeated, glared at Amanda, her chest heaving.
She had given everything in this match and had come so close to
victory. The crowd's cheers were a bitter reminder of the brutal
battle they had just fought.
As Chrissy turned to leave, Amanda grabbed her by the shoulder
and spun her around.
"Are we forgetting something?" Amanda demanded. "Either hand it
over or I rip it off your chest."
Chrissy, consumed by disappointment, had momentarily forgotten
about handing over her top. Reluctantly, she untied it, crumpled
it into a ball, and tossed it at Amanda, hitting her in the
chest. Amanda held her prize high, and the crowd, eager for
nudity, cheered wildly.
Chrissy didn't even try to cover up as Samantha and Genevieve
escorted her to the locker room.
Post Fight Interview:
Joe Rogan stares at Chrissy's impressive assets then goes over
to Amanda's corner.
Joe: That was one of the most amazing reversals I've ever
witnessed. What was going through your head when Chrissy had you
locked in that guillotine?
Amanda: All I knew is that I had to hold on for a few more
seconds or somehow break free. She had me, Joe. She really had
me in trouble.
Joe: It looked like you were about to black out and I think I
saw you raise your hand. How close were you to tapping out?
Amanda: There was no way in hell I was tapping. I was willing to
go out and giving
Chrissy the satisfaction of tapping wasn't an option. Could you
imaging how obnoxious she would be if she made me tap with 10
seconds left. That wasn't **** going to happen.
Joe: Walk us through that amazing reversal.
Amanda: Like I said the choke was tight and I could feel her
biceps digging into my throat. I knew that I wasn't going to
pull me head out and she was pulling up hard. I got my hand
under her thigh, lifted up with everything I had and threw her
over my shoulder. Luckily she held onto the choke and it allowed
me to roll her on her back. Once I had her legs over her head it
was over.
Joe: You held the pin for a few extra counts. Was that just to
make sure it was a pin or did you plan on rubbing it in a
little?
Amanda: Just making sure that the press got some good shots of
Chrissy on her back. I'm sure the look on her face was
priceless.
Joe: That makes it one win each for The Centerfold Angels and
Death by Bikini. Too bad we aren't gong to see a tie breaking
match.
Amanda: I know, right. Wee tired our best to get Kate Upton into
the pit. Our newest Heavyweight Alexis Ren just fought her in
Miami and an oil wrestling match would have been the highlight
of the Baby Oil Brawl no doubt about it.
Joe: That was a good fight with Alexis taking over in the 4th.
Do you think that had anything to do with Kate's decision?
Amanda: I'd love to say that it did but these fights were
already scheduled before the Miami event. I think Kate wanted to
see if Chrissy could carry a bigger load and step up to the
plate. Unfortunately it didn't work out but she did put up a
fight but in the end the better woman won.
Joe: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, Amanda Cerny.
Written by The Badass Barbies.
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