Victoria Justice versus Kristen Bell

Tale of the Tape:

Victoria Justice (24-34-0, 24 KO)
5'5, 30 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Kristen Bell (45-44-4, 33 KO)
5'1, 43 years old
Empire Boxing

(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)

Intro:
“AND NOW! Making her 59th appearance in the ring for the FCBA, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Hollywood, Florida native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 110 pounds, VICTORIAAAAAA JUUUUUUUUUSTICE!!”

Outfits:
Vika’s delicate frame was tightly strung up in a thin-banded bandeau top that mushroomed her perky B-cups tightly to her swelling sternum; her slender hips bit into by a high-waisted string thong that split her plump, bronzed cheeks and disappeared between their folds. The lithe brunette’s dark locks were twisted in a tight, high pony tail; the tip of which danced against her shoulder blades as she bounced in her corner. Her lashes were painted with heavy, dark mascara and eyeliner that swooped with long wings toward her temples; her eyes narrowing as her opponent made her way in.

This polar opposite pairing had put the oddsmakers in quite the pretzel. Kristen Bell had seen mountains of success in her career; a 3-time Unified Flyweight Title holder and someone almost accomplished enough to claw her way into the Hall-of-Fame. As she passed 40 and entered her Cougar-era, she had understandably fallen on some rougher times. Vika on the other hand had seen virtually none of Bell’s career success as of yet. The decade-younger brunette was finally fighting with a modicum of consistency and it was paying off with wins. Still, Bell looked just as fit as her younger counterpart; her diminutive, athletic frame wrapped in a much more modest one-piece bikini. Bell beamed a toothy smile as she made her way through the ropes and settled in her corner; her golden locks flowing freely and draped across both shoulders. Her skin-tight, dark grey monokini offered a playful bit of cleavage; the neck dipping into a deep-V that cut almost to her navel.

Round 1/2:
Fighting to stay above 0.500 in her career at 45-44-4, Bell came out with her hair on fire; bashing her way through the brunette’s lanky reach without much fear of Justice’s artillery. Vika was immediately bucked off-center in the opening minute with a flickering of hooks to the gut; tearing her slender, toned midriff apart as Kristen fearlessly paced forward. Victoria managed to wall off the pixie blonde before too much damage was done; but Bell’s guile won her the round as her leather found far more flesh in the last half to hold the lead.

After Kristen surprised the brunette with a rejuvenated effort in the first, Vika finally settled halfway through the second. A spirited eruption along the ropes saw Justice slice a paralyzing left across Bell’s lips; trapping the blonde’s feet in quicksand long enough for another left-left-right to rattle her chops. If Kristen had no respect for the brunette’s nuclear arsenal coming into the fight, she had to respect it now; as her chin was proving to be far less iron than it had earlier in her career.

Bell trudged forward and gracelessly shoved off Victoria’s chest to undock; grimacing as she stumbled across the ring in a drunken backpedal. Justice chased at first, but was warned by her corner of the blonde’s exaggerated ‘wounded animal’ routine; safely slinging from afar rather than walking into a bedtime-right hand from the slouching blonde. Bell continued to lash dangerous overhands toward the skittering brunette; narrowly missing with a volcanic pair before Vika finally picked her way inside. A brutal uppercut shook the blonde’s jaw, then a clubbing right found her temple; Bell floundering before a crunchy hook-hook-straight zippered up her midsection and punctured her perky chest. Kristen’s tight abdomen flexed as she let out a guttural whimper; awkwardly shouldering into Justice and driving her into the ropes to stall out the last twenty seconds. After dropping the opener 9-10, Justice pulls ahead with a 10-8 second.

Round 3:
Bell was fully locked and attentive in the Empire corner between rounds; nodding along to her coach and hopping off her seat with a sense of purpose at the third bell. Justice offered to lock horns, to which Kristen eagerly obliged; trading a vicious left-right-right-left with each fighter snaking a hammer clean through to the other’s cheek. The pair spun-out with a doe-legged Justice stamping gracelessly toward the far corner; her cheek flushed as she wobbled into the ropes after receiving the worst of the collision.

Bell quickly pursued, ducking a one-two from the gangly brunette before lifting a bone-crushing wheelbarrow right hand into Vika’s throat. The brunette squelched as her head snapped straight back; her silky pony tail springing before her skull lulled back in place. The singer’s eyes glazed over as Bell tucked a slicing left-right into her ribs; Justice’s delicate midsection concaving as her mouth fell open with a guttural heave. The brunette’s spine clanked off the corner post as she ran out of runway to retreat; helplessly shelling up as Bell’s eyes flashed to her corner. Hook to the navel, left-stake through the heart, uppercut-uppercut to the chin, screwdriver hook to the rack; Victoria’s slender frame buckled and twisted with each heartless skewer from the shorter blonde as she flurried in the corner. Justice finally broke out and swept a clean left through Bell’s temple; creating some space to squeeze past and escape back to open waters in the last twenty seconds. Justice survives, but KB might’ve found her sea-legs. 10-8 Bell.

Round 4:
Range, range, range; the Justice corner emphatically hammered home the notion that Vika HAD to keep creating space to use her length. Bell was like a piranha in-tight; and considering her stature limitations she was likely one of the best inch-for-inch scrappers the league had seen. Justice had felt enough of her close-quarters pistons; spending the first minute slowly circling the ferocious little blonde and teasing from afar. Bell wouldn’t willingly take the bait and over-extend, so Justice had to be a shark herself.

A nasty left hook to the blonde’s hip was followed by a resilient snarl from Bell; whooshing a left of her own that just scraped across Vika’s modest rack. Bell sliced a torrid follow-up right into the brunette’s flexing navel before Victoria slid a half-step back out of reach; busting through the cracked door that Kristen had left for her and whipping a fadeaway overhand across her lips. Bell’s thighs instantly jellied; caught on the button and sent teetering sideways as she tripped over herself. Her breathing grew frantic as she tried to scurry away from the towering brunette’s chasing shadow; shuffling into the ropes as Justice danced back into contact. A drumming left cracked against Kristen’s lifted forearms, rocking her back and exposing her midsection for a suffocating screwdriver to slip beneath her elbows and puncture her sternum. The blonde gagged and lawn-chaired forward; her abdomen crunching before Justice spiked a silencing left through her cheek, kissing the canvas in a blink.

1… 2… 3… 4… The miniature blonde heaved with sputtering pants as she sprawled flat on her belly; whimpering as an uncoordinated left hand drifted up to soothe her whiplashed cheek. Her legs slowly eased out from underneath her, pedaling against the mat in agony as she held her spinning head and slid spread-eagle.

5… 6… 7… 8… The lid on Justice’s celebration was just about to pop as Bell finally rolled to her backside and sprawled further; staring skyward with nothing left to give as her chest swelled with labored breaths. The blonde shook her head as the official implored her to rise, baring her teeth as she grimaced with each straining of her exhausted frame.

9… 10!! SHE’S DONE!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, VICTORIAAAAA JUUUUUUSSSSTICEEEE!!!!"