Post by Lookout! Boxing on Mar 29, 2024 21:18:46 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape:
Eiza González (24-28-0, 24 KO)
5'8, 34 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
vs.
Christina Hendricks (18-15-0, 16 KO)
5’8, 48 years old
Free Agent
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 53rd appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Sonora, Mexico native, standing 5 foot 8, weighing in at 120 pounds, EIZAAA GONZÁLEZZZZ!!”
González’s taut, sculpted frame was custom-contoured for the micro ring garb she’d been carefully poured into. Her dark, golden skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat as she seductively crouched through the ropes, shimmying the slightly offset bandeau top belted around her swelling bosom back into place before settling into her corner and sliding into her gloves. The brunette’s slender stems rippled with toned muscle as she dipped at the waist, touching her toes as her plump backside devoured the tiny, pale-white string thong flossed between her cheeks. She tossed her braided pony tail over her shoulder and beamed an infectious smile as she rose; her honey brown bulbs gleaming through heavy, smoky eye-shadow as she rapped her gloves together and readied for the bell.
Christina Hendricks confidently dipped into the ring just a moment after Eiza; her buxom, alabaster frame a mouthwatering contrast to the brunette’s. With quite a bit less skin on display but still completely busting out of her top, Hendricks adjusted her pillowy, overflowing tits in the completely unnecessary push-up corset practically painted around her waist. After making sure she was still tucked in, Hendricks retreated to her corner and took a deep, swelling breath before stepping out to call González forward.
Round 1/2:
Eiza had experienced a dramatic turnaround in her career since joining the CWF, but Hendricks was still an excellent test for the Mexico-native. Finding herself knocking on the door of the top-20 at Lightweight, González might’ve been experiencing some jitters in the opener; as she was completely enveloped and controlled by the heavier Hendricks. The slender brunette was in shackles for minutes at a time; weighted down by Hendricks’ desire to tie-up and bully to take her valuable legs.
After some reconditioning of her strategy, Eiza began to dust the older redhead in the second. González looked like a hummingbird as she darted and picked at a more stationary Hendricks; flaying chunks out of her midsection as she danced in tight for guerrilla-action. Hendricks heaved as a left detonated against her shell; shucking her defenses for a sidewinding onslaught of one, two, three, FOUR sweeping crosses to pelt her overflowing chest. Christina trudged forward for a tie-up, but grasped only air; whiffing as Eiza twirled to her peripheral and SPIKED a shoulder-high left off her jaw. Hendricks fumbled after her mouthpiece as it was ejected, dragging her heels as González nipped and tucked stumpy jabs and hooks into her plump side. Hendricks started to wear the battle scars of the piranha biting at her haunches in the last thirty; opting to sulk away from the taunting brunette and limp to the break. After dropping the opener 10-9, González shows her class; 10-8.
Round 3:
The third was still controlled by the fiery brunette, but the pace was much more to Hendricks’ liking. Slow, plodding, quicksand trades; González falling into the trap of slugging it out with the heavy-hitter. A meaty left from Christina pancaked González’s perky rack; her heart fluttering as she was hammered some three steps back. Stepping right back up to the plate, Eiza slid through and torched Hendricks with a cannon-ball right; stopping the redhead in her tracks. González narrowly steals the round 10-9, but McElhone is clearly on her in the corner to warn of the dangers of standing and trading slug-for-slug with someone of Hendricks’ caliber.
Round 4:
The clash of styles seemed to ebb and flow by the minute; but González slowly started to be shackled by Hendricks’ guile. González bleated as a wide-sweeping left rattled off the curve of her hip; her right leg deadening and seemingly being glued to the canvas. Another shrill squeak eeked out as Hendricks stamped a rippling one-two into her opposite hip and rib cage. Eiza teetered as both stems were swallowed by concrete, her speed neutered as Hendricks moved up her lithe frame. Her taut abdomen flexed as a left sliced through her gut, her rack deflating as a straight right punctured her bust, gutturally grunting as a gaudy overhand rattled off her clavicles. Eiza’s dark bulbs pooled as her mouth fell open to gulp down a breath, her hands weighed down around her belly button as Hendricks feigned low again; only to SWOOP straight up and rip a meteoric left through her lips.
González squelched as her neck snapped straight back, a mist of blood staining the canvas as her knees buckled. Eiza’s taut abdomen concaved and scrunched as she gracelessly sprawled sideways; her hands hovering around her hips before Hendricks SWIVELED through a left hook that sliced cleanly through her cheek. González belly spasmed with sharp breaths as she was frozen on her heels, her chest gently shimmying before her thighs jellied and pinched inward; pooling in a tangle of limbs on the canvas.
1… 2… 3… Eiza’s sternum swelled with sharp, exaggerated pants; groaning as she slowly unraveled flat on her back, arms and legs spread-eagle to far corners. Her bronzed chest could be seen through the sheer, sweat-drenched bandeau top fastened around her torso; her rippling midsection spasming with each violent breath. Staring blankly up at the rafters, the ringing in her ears slowly started to subside; blinking until she could see straight before slowly beginning to arch to a seated position.
4… 5… 6… 7… McElhone offered encouragement to take her time, slowing the brunette’s ascent back to her feet to ensure she didn’t rush back into the fight. Hendricks callously stalked as Eiza heeded her corner’s advice, finally rising at 8 with just a handful of seconds left in the round. Hendricks tried to rush in for a finish, but Eiza ate the last helping against the ropes; ribs, temple, navel, shoulder, just hanging on by a thread before the bell sounded. Hendricks DOMINATES with a put down, 10-8.
Round 5/6:
Hendricks followed with even more commanding pressure in the fifth; rag-dolling the staggered brunette around the ring with a leash in hand. Christina came in waves; picking and plucking with sharp, bladed, directional jabs to back Eiza where she wanted, then BANG. Even if nothing completely clean managed to slip through González’s ever-shrinking guard, Hendricks’ power was still felt repeatedly. Hendricks storms into the lead with a strong 10-9 effort.
As the sixth started, Hendricks felt imminent. González’s movement had deteriorated, her defenses were crumbling, her stamina fading; the brunette seemed to drunkenly move at Hendricks’ will as she backpedaled across the ropes in the first thirty. A stiff left whizzed over her shoulder, then a right by her temple; Eiza rolling off the ropes to escape the hunt. Hendricks was starting to get flashy now; hunting for the bow to place on her victory as she pawed at González’s scantly-clad chest and tried to guide her into the corner. Eiza ducked another one-two roped over her ducking head; starting to weave and bob with rhythm and purpose as Hendricks became more reckless. Another overhand came unglued, flying well over González’s forehead before, THWACK.
Hendricks let out a throaty bellow as Eiza stuffed a bladed shiv through her ribs, then CLAPPED another hook off her plump belly. Christina lurched forward but was pirouette into the ropes herself; HOOK, jab, hook, one-two, uppercut all buried into her fleshy midsection before she could suck in a single breath. Rising up from the ashes of what felt like her own demise, González flurried with enough leather to block out the overhead lights; twisting and cramming hooks and overhands into Hendricks’ upper half until a final left polished her chin and SLAMMED her to the canvas.
1… 2… 3… 4… Hendricks lifelessly groaned as she tipped partially through the ropes at her side; her enormous bust spilling out the top of her strapless corset as the ring shook from González exuberance.
5… 6… 7… 8… 9… SHE’S OUT! HENDRICKS IS DONE!!
“And your winner, by KO in Round 6, EIZAAAA GONZZZZÁLEZZZ!!!!”