Eiza Gonzalez vs Marisa Miller
Dec 30, 2022 21:37:36 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on Dec 30, 2022 21:37:36 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape:
Eiza González (17-25-0, 17 KO)
5'8, 32 years old
vs.
Marisa Miller (7-14-2, 7 KO)
5'8, 44 years old
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 43rd appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag for the very first time. Please welcome the Sonora, Mexico native, standing 5 foot 8, weighing in at 120 pounds, EIZAAA GONZÁLEZZZZ!!”
Outfits:
González’s taut, sculpted frame was custom-contoured for the micro ring garb she’d been carefully poured into by her new stable. Her dark, golden skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat as she seductively crouched through the ropes, shimmying the slightly offset tube top banded 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-pink string thong flossed between her cheeks. She tossed her braided pony tail over her shoulder and beamed an infectious smile as she rose, rapping her gloves together and readying for the bell.
Having fallen on hard times losing seven in a row dating back to 2021, González had lost the support and been cut by her former stable. The struggling actress needed a gimme in the worst possible way, but luckily for her the Celebrity Wrestling Federation appeared to have a soft spot for reclamation projects. Marisa Miller, who’d lost eight straight, was hopefully the crutch she needed to stop the free-fall. Despite her age and apparent lack of boxing prowess, Miller was still every bit as sculpted and daunting as anyone before the gloves went on. Her athletic, sinewy frame sported all the measurables you could want, her world-class bust pouring out of the skin-tight slingshot bikini top she’d chosen to oppose Eiza's chesty cover. Miller’s never-ending stems were split by a black thong that matched her gloves, hoping to take on the role of the villain or spoiler in González’s stable debut.
Round 1:
Round one saw Eiza flash some of the latent ability that had netted her a Unified Lightweight Title shot just last year. Feeling empowered and emboldened by her new stable’s confidence in her, González washed over the floundering blonde with a pent-up flurry from the opening bell. A fancy left cross from the fearless brunette opened Miller up for a minute-long test of survival against the ropes, as González went fishing for an early knockout. Wild, reckless rights to the gut doubled the helpless Miller, dropping her hands as Eiza swiveled through a clubbing left that nearly floored the Cali-native. Miller instead spilled into the corner, but as González stalked for a blunt-force finisher, she was backed off by a vicious uppercut to the tits from the sulking blonde. Miller failed to capitalize, using the reprieve instead for a breather herself, but González was visibly shaken as the two made a handshake agreement and stalled out the last thirty seconds of the round. González did enough early to take it 10-9.
Round 2:
For as dominant as Eiza had been in the first, it seemed all it took to break her chain of momentum was a single trade loss to shatter her confidence. After González vaulted off her stool and missed with a careless one-two to the head, Miller artfully evaded and snuck a straight left through the brunette’s parted forearms, stopping her heart with a devastating tit punch. González dribbled her mouthpiece to the canvas before the blonde trailed a left hand though her slack jaw, rattling her brain-case and putting Eiza pinwheeling on her heels. Miller was late to chase however, walking right into a desperate overhand from González that snapped against her cheek and sent her careening into the corner as Eiza did the same at an opposite angle. The two glossy-eyed competitors felt the same need to push their supposed advantage as the dueling corners hit a fever-pitch; each drunkenly shuffling through a slobber-knocking exchange of unbridled right overhands that both found a temple. Both girls buckled in unison and reeled away from the titanic exchange, miraculously keeping their feet.
Miller pulled herself together a half-second earlier, racing across the ring and sweeping a bisecting sideways uppercut into the center of Eiza’s vulnerable sternum that hit with a meaty thud. The brunette squealed as she fell into the ropes, hoarsely mewling as Miller swatted her arms away and thumped another savage straight left though González‘s flattened, teardropping tits. Eiza’s knees buckled inwards, her thighs wobbling before pinching shut as she traced the safety of the ropes with her side, shuffling away from the pursuant blonde until she was able to wall up and wait for the bell. A devastating round for both girls physically, but Miller takes it 10-9.
Round 3:
González was clearly uncomfortable the entire break, breathing with a great deal of effort, her mouth hanging open and her gumshield removed as she struggled to fill her lungs. Even as the two strode forward for the opening trade, González kept a gloved palm cupped over her pierced left breast. With the brunette fighting largely one-handed, Miller seized the plattered opportunity and cut Eiza down with an early feign, sliding left and drilling another heartless right shank into her fleshy side-boob. González lawn-chaired at the hip with a wounded, throaty grunt, nearly spilling out of her clingy tube top, scrunching awkwardly forward and folding around Miller’s bludgeoning fist as it ripped through her ribs.
Miller sunk another piston into Eiza’s flexing navel before two-hand shoving her into the ropes, just narrowly swinging over the top of a ducking González as she trampolined off the rubber outskirts. Miller quickly sprung back into the body, stiffening the slouching actress back up with a chesty embrace that saw González wince as her bosom was pancaked flat to her slender sternum by the blonde’s mammoth pair; whimpering as Miller slung blind, biting body shots between their frames. Eiza tried her damndest to pry their chests apart, struggling to fill her lungs as Marisa’s awkward bearhug snuffed out any hope of a deep, fulfilling breath. Resisting the urge to bury Eiza’s flushed cheeks in a decimating breast smother, Miller finally broke off and twisted through a compact parting shot, snapping González‘s skull sideways with a nasty, sweeping left cross. Eiza’s arms went limp as she buckled and sloshed into the ropes, hooking the top rope with the crook of her armpit as the bell saved her from further pressure. A heroic effort just to remain upright, but Miller takes another resurgent round 10-8.
Round 4:
Much of the break was spent focusing on the brunette’s mentals with her corner, trying to prevent a single bad trade from turning her confidence into paper-mache. It didn’t appear to work early, as a very game Miller continued to stick to Eiza’s hip and rattled another handful of looping lefts off her injured abdomen. Finally planting her back foot from a full backpedal, González suddenly twirled through an unhinged left hand, erupting with frightening power and nearly decapitating Miller with one swing. The blonde folded at the waist and spit her mouthpiece to the canvas, whirling in a drunken frenzy and crashing into the corner post before straightening up with a mystified expression etched across her face.
With the flick of a switch, Eiza’s doubt and timidity had finally been beaten fully out of her by Miller, and all that was left was instinct. González intrepidly strode into Miller and unleashed a crippling flurry, buckling Marisa with a ferocious gut shot before a left club softened her temple. Miller curled against the post, her midsection scrunching tight as Eiza towered over her and drummed alternating cross-bodies into her abdomen, sagging lower and lower with each boring strike before González rose through a lifting uppercut to the bottom of the blonde’s chin. Marisa squelched as she was straightened to her toes before pudding in a heap, briefly folding awkwardly over her own stems before unraveling at Eiza’s feet at the base of the ropes. Miller’s busty torso pitched and shook with convulsions as she stared vacantly at the rafters, not budging an inch before the count hit 10.
"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, EIZAAAA GONZZZZÁLEZZZ!!!!"
Eiza González (17-25-0, 17 KO)
5'8, 32 years old
vs.
Marisa Miller (7-14-2, 7 KO)
5'8, 44 years old
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 43rd appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag for the very first time. Please welcome the Sonora, Mexico native, standing 5 foot 8, weighing in at 120 pounds, EIZAAA GONZÁLEZZZZ!!”
Outfits:
González’s taut, sculpted frame was custom-contoured for the micro ring garb she’d been carefully poured into by her new stable. Her dark, golden skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat as she seductively crouched through the ropes, shimmying the slightly offset tube top banded 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-pink string thong flossed between her cheeks. She tossed her braided pony tail over her shoulder and beamed an infectious smile as she rose, rapping her gloves together and readying for the bell.
Having fallen on hard times losing seven in a row dating back to 2021, González had lost the support and been cut by her former stable. The struggling actress needed a gimme in the worst possible way, but luckily for her the Celebrity Wrestling Federation appeared to have a soft spot for reclamation projects. Marisa Miller, who’d lost eight straight, was hopefully the crutch she needed to stop the free-fall. Despite her age and apparent lack of boxing prowess, Miller was still every bit as sculpted and daunting as anyone before the gloves went on. Her athletic, sinewy frame sported all the measurables you could want, her world-class bust pouring out of the skin-tight slingshot bikini top she’d chosen to oppose Eiza's chesty cover. Miller’s never-ending stems were split by a black thong that matched her gloves, hoping to take on the role of the villain or spoiler in González’s stable debut.
Round 1:
Round one saw Eiza flash some of the latent ability that had netted her a Unified Lightweight Title shot just last year. Feeling empowered and emboldened by her new stable’s confidence in her, González washed over the floundering blonde with a pent-up flurry from the opening bell. A fancy left cross from the fearless brunette opened Miller up for a minute-long test of survival against the ropes, as González went fishing for an early knockout. Wild, reckless rights to the gut doubled the helpless Miller, dropping her hands as Eiza swiveled through a clubbing left that nearly floored the Cali-native. Miller instead spilled into the corner, but as González stalked for a blunt-force finisher, she was backed off by a vicious uppercut to the tits from the sulking blonde. Miller failed to capitalize, using the reprieve instead for a breather herself, but González was visibly shaken as the two made a handshake agreement and stalled out the last thirty seconds of the round. González did enough early to take it 10-9.
Round 2:
For as dominant as Eiza had been in the first, it seemed all it took to break her chain of momentum was a single trade loss to shatter her confidence. After González vaulted off her stool and missed with a careless one-two to the head, Miller artfully evaded and snuck a straight left through the brunette’s parted forearms, stopping her heart with a devastating tit punch. González dribbled her mouthpiece to the canvas before the blonde trailed a left hand though her slack jaw, rattling her brain-case and putting Eiza pinwheeling on her heels. Miller was late to chase however, walking right into a desperate overhand from González that snapped against her cheek and sent her careening into the corner as Eiza did the same at an opposite angle. The two glossy-eyed competitors felt the same need to push their supposed advantage as the dueling corners hit a fever-pitch; each drunkenly shuffling through a slobber-knocking exchange of unbridled right overhands that both found a temple. Both girls buckled in unison and reeled away from the titanic exchange, miraculously keeping their feet.
Miller pulled herself together a half-second earlier, racing across the ring and sweeping a bisecting sideways uppercut into the center of Eiza’s vulnerable sternum that hit with a meaty thud. The brunette squealed as she fell into the ropes, hoarsely mewling as Miller swatted her arms away and thumped another savage straight left though González‘s flattened, teardropping tits. Eiza’s knees buckled inwards, her thighs wobbling before pinching shut as she traced the safety of the ropes with her side, shuffling away from the pursuant blonde until she was able to wall up and wait for the bell. A devastating round for both girls physically, but Miller takes it 10-9.
Round 3:
González was clearly uncomfortable the entire break, breathing with a great deal of effort, her mouth hanging open and her gumshield removed as she struggled to fill her lungs. Even as the two strode forward for the opening trade, González kept a gloved palm cupped over her pierced left breast. With the brunette fighting largely one-handed, Miller seized the plattered opportunity and cut Eiza down with an early feign, sliding left and drilling another heartless right shank into her fleshy side-boob. González lawn-chaired at the hip with a wounded, throaty grunt, nearly spilling out of her clingy tube top, scrunching awkwardly forward and folding around Miller’s bludgeoning fist as it ripped through her ribs.
Miller sunk another piston into Eiza’s flexing navel before two-hand shoving her into the ropes, just narrowly swinging over the top of a ducking González as she trampolined off the rubber outskirts. Miller quickly sprung back into the body, stiffening the slouching actress back up with a chesty embrace that saw González wince as her bosom was pancaked flat to her slender sternum by the blonde’s mammoth pair; whimpering as Miller slung blind, biting body shots between their frames. Eiza tried her damndest to pry their chests apart, struggling to fill her lungs as Marisa’s awkward bearhug snuffed out any hope of a deep, fulfilling breath. Resisting the urge to bury Eiza’s flushed cheeks in a decimating breast smother, Miller finally broke off and twisted through a compact parting shot, snapping González‘s skull sideways with a nasty, sweeping left cross. Eiza’s arms went limp as she buckled and sloshed into the ropes, hooking the top rope with the crook of her armpit as the bell saved her from further pressure. A heroic effort just to remain upright, but Miller takes another resurgent round 10-8.
Round 4:
Much of the break was spent focusing on the brunette’s mentals with her corner, trying to prevent a single bad trade from turning her confidence into paper-mache. It didn’t appear to work early, as a very game Miller continued to stick to Eiza’s hip and rattled another handful of looping lefts off her injured abdomen. Finally planting her back foot from a full backpedal, González suddenly twirled through an unhinged left hand, erupting with frightening power and nearly decapitating Miller with one swing. The blonde folded at the waist and spit her mouthpiece to the canvas, whirling in a drunken frenzy and crashing into the corner post before straightening up with a mystified expression etched across her face.
With the flick of a switch, Eiza’s doubt and timidity had finally been beaten fully out of her by Miller, and all that was left was instinct. González intrepidly strode into Miller and unleashed a crippling flurry, buckling Marisa with a ferocious gut shot before a left club softened her temple. Miller curled against the post, her midsection scrunching tight as Eiza towered over her and drummed alternating cross-bodies into her abdomen, sagging lower and lower with each boring strike before González rose through a lifting uppercut to the bottom of the blonde’s chin. Marisa squelched as she was straightened to her toes before pudding in a heap, briefly folding awkwardly over her own stems before unraveling at Eiza’s feet at the base of the ropes. Miller’s busty torso pitched and shook with convulsions as she stared vacantly at the rafters, not budging an inch before the count hit 10.
"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, EIZAAAA GONZZZZÁLEZZZ!!!!"