Post by Lookout! Boxing on Aug 28, 2022 12:19:47 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape:
Charlotte McKinney (30-16-0, 30 KO)
5'7 1/2, 29 years old
vs.
Charlotte Flair (19-16-0, 19 KO)
5'10, 36 years old
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro/Fight:
While Charlotte Flair pride herself on being sculpted into an oppressive, intimidating physical presence, she appeared to be the more timid of the two fighters as both trudged their way through the sand into the makeshift ring. A statuesque 5'10 with a rippling physique to match, Flair was somewhat of a middling fighter despite her competitive background, treading water to remain at 0.500. Though if you examined her career more closely, it was easy to ascertain why; as it was littered with names like Upton, Theron, Decker, Lawley and more. McKinney's arrogance came from a less-than-convincing victory just four short months ago; a win in which she was floored by the WWE Diva but still managed to come out on top. But in Charlotte's mind, a win was a win. Seething as she came off a loss in the JMDD Title bout against Brooklyn Decker, Flair could seemingly see the smoke coming out of McKinney's ears, feeling somewhat apprehensive of the blonde's renewed focus as the two bumped gloves.
McKinney's resolve be damned, as it was Flair who came out in the first two rounds and dribbled the busty blonde across the ring at a mile-a-minute. Flair's impressive abdomen crunched and coiled as she poured a wave of fancy rights into McKinney's stunned mug, lowering her focus and enviously bludgeoning Charlotte's inflated tits any chance she was given. McKinney looked lost as she was rocked by a guided missile late in the second that snapped against her temple, crashing drunkenly into the corner where she curled into a dazed shell. Flair confidently encroached and pawed at McKinney's teardropping chest, groping her hanging left orb and spilling her tit from her displaced bikini cup before stopping the beat of her heart with a thumping straight right. McKinney's knees buckled as she tipped forward, desperately pulling Flair into a clinch as she dribbled her mouthpiece from her lips, drawing out the last few seconds of the round as Flair squirmed to discard the wounded model.
After a more familiarly-controlling third, McKinney began to take the reins and dole out some much deserved retribution in the fourth; testing the mettle of Charlotte's abdomen with some snappy, gutting left-right uppercuts. Flair doubled as a meaty left found her navel, wheezing as though her stomach had been stomped on, her taut belly crunching as she awkwardly wilted sideways. Smelling blood, McKinney waded forward and ripped a right fist into Charlotte's unprotected temple, bobbling the blonde's skull and buckling her knees in one compact stroke. Flair's heels stamped as she skirted across the ring with her back turned, her eyes fluttering in their sockets until McKinney bit her heels and delivered a crunchy left to the cheek that floored the former Diva. Skidding face-first in the sand, Flair summoned little more than a few desperate twitches before she slid slack, out cold at McKinney's feet for the second time this year.
Charlotte McKinney (30-16-0, 30 KO)
5'7 1/2, 29 years old
vs.
Charlotte Flair (19-16-0, 19 KO)
5'10, 36 years old
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro/Fight:
While Charlotte Flair pride herself on being sculpted into an oppressive, intimidating physical presence, she appeared to be the more timid of the two fighters as both trudged their way through the sand into the makeshift ring. A statuesque 5'10 with a rippling physique to match, Flair was somewhat of a middling fighter despite her competitive background, treading water to remain at 0.500. Though if you examined her career more closely, it was easy to ascertain why; as it was littered with names like Upton, Theron, Decker, Lawley and more. McKinney's arrogance came from a less-than-convincing victory just four short months ago; a win in which she was floored by the WWE Diva but still managed to come out on top. But in Charlotte's mind, a win was a win. Seething as she came off a loss in the JMDD Title bout against Brooklyn Decker, Flair could seemingly see the smoke coming out of McKinney's ears, feeling somewhat apprehensive of the blonde's renewed focus as the two bumped gloves.
McKinney's resolve be damned, as it was Flair who came out in the first two rounds and dribbled the busty blonde across the ring at a mile-a-minute. Flair's impressive abdomen crunched and coiled as she poured a wave of fancy rights into McKinney's stunned mug, lowering her focus and enviously bludgeoning Charlotte's inflated tits any chance she was given. McKinney looked lost as she was rocked by a guided missile late in the second that snapped against her temple, crashing drunkenly into the corner where she curled into a dazed shell. Flair confidently encroached and pawed at McKinney's teardropping chest, groping her hanging left orb and spilling her tit from her displaced bikini cup before stopping the beat of her heart with a thumping straight right. McKinney's knees buckled as she tipped forward, desperately pulling Flair into a clinch as she dribbled her mouthpiece from her lips, drawing out the last few seconds of the round as Flair squirmed to discard the wounded model.
After a more familiarly-controlling third, McKinney began to take the reins and dole out some much deserved retribution in the fourth; testing the mettle of Charlotte's abdomen with some snappy, gutting left-right uppercuts. Flair doubled as a meaty left found her navel, wheezing as though her stomach had been stomped on, her taut belly crunching as she awkwardly wilted sideways. Smelling blood, McKinney waded forward and ripped a right fist into Charlotte's unprotected temple, bobbling the blonde's skull and buckling her knees in one compact stroke. Flair's heels stamped as she skirted across the ring with her back turned, her eyes fluttering in their sockets until McKinney bit her heels and delivered a crunchy left to the cheek that floored the former Diva. Skidding face-first in the sand, Flair summoned little more than a few desperate twitches before she slid slack, out cold at McKinney's feet for the second time this year.
