Amber Nova versus Naomi Knight

Tale of the Tape:

Amber Nova (0-0-0, 0 KO)
5'4, 31 years old

vs.

Naomi Knight (0-3-0, 0 KO)
5'5, 35 years old

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

Intro:
“AND NOW! Making her very first appearance in the ring under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the South Carolina native, standing 5 foot 4, weighing in at 110 pounds, AMBERRRR NOOOOOVA!!”

Outfits:
Amber Nova’s chiseled frame was made for the skimpy CWF attire; her sleek, rippling abdomen tightly strung up in a thin-banded tube 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. Somewhat unnerved by her brand new, lewd attire, the fidgety Nova’s face flushed as she slid into the ring, settling into her corner and sweeping her long, braided locks over a shoulder.

Making just her fourth professional appearance, Naomi Knight was not to be outdone by the brunette; sporting a tiny, golden bikini top and thong that showed off her equally toned and muscled abdomen. In the wrestling ring, these two were unlikely to be seen as equals, but between these ropes Amber was hoping to prove her superiority.

Round 1:
The pixie spitfire Nova came out with an electric aggression, skipping the proverbial test of strength and instead vaulting right into her power set. Nova slung an ab-crunching right that clapped off Knight’s flexing tummy, erupting with a mist of sweat before Naomi swept an errant left over Amber’s head. Nova ducked the retort and chugged another pair of uppercuts into Knight’s side, crushing the wrestler’s rib cage and wobbling her a few steps back. Through a toothy grimace, Knight stepped up to the plate and bludgeoned the smaller Nova with a hulking right overhand to the mitts, skidding Amber sideways and bucking her off. Knight’s superior power was evident even in her swings and misses, but Nova’s athleticism afforded her more opportunity to connect through traffic, working Naomi’s stout midsection from hip to shoulders. Nova’s volume scores her an opening round win, 10-9.

Round 2:
It was quite a contrast in styles, as Nova continued to chip away at Naomi’s seemingly invulnerable abs while Knight swung for the fences; ultimately coming up with little to show for her homerun efforts through the first round and a half. Finally Knight hit paydirt as she caught Amber with an over-extension, slamming a tight, sinewy right jab into Nova’s lips and sending her careening into the corner. Nova alertly buttoned back up, but Knight continued to vulture, throwing a flurry of crosses that closeted the brunette and pinned her to the outskirts; doing little more damage, but keeping her pressured and on her heels for the last minute. Naomi throws her weight around and steals this one, 10-9.

Round 3:
With Knight’s breathing already becoming somewhat labored thanks to an intensive belly-punching session in the first two rounds, Amber went right back to the well at the bell; spiking a left cross into Naomi’s belly button and wading forward for more. Just as she coiled her right however, Naomi erupted with a sharp, sweeping left hook, jacking Nova’s jaw and swiveling her skull sideways. Amber’s slender stems clumsily stepped cross-legged, her bulbs glossing over before Naomi lowered to a knee and pistoned a gutting straight right into Nova’s flexing tummy. Nova squealed and dribbled her mouthpiece to the canvas, her abdomen crunching around Knight’s gloved fist as she draped over the hunched wrestler’s shoulder. Nova’s derriere jut skyward before Naomi peeled the dazed Amber off her, tossing the drunken brunette into the ropes just a few feet away. Nova’s mouth hung open as she mewled for oxygen, fighting off a clubbing right hand that rapped against her shoulder before she managed to slither back mid-ring and away from the pursuant Knight. Naomi wasn’t in much shape to chase, instead choosing to back off and take the dominant round win as the last few seconds stalled. 10-8 Knight, and she’s found some control.

Round 4:
After appearing to have just been beating her hands against concrete for the better part of three rounds, Nova’s blueprint finally began to pay dividends; as a biting one-two to the navel of Knight seemed to crack her stalwart abdomen. Naomi lurched sideways as her mouth fell agape, wincing as she intentionally crashed into Amber and latched onto a clinch. Over the brunette’s shoulder, Naomi’s twisted features told a very different story than a blinded Nova could perceive from their awkward embrace; Knight was in deep trouble. Thankfully, that didn’t get past Nova’s corner. With Knight draped over Amber and bullying her around the ring with her weight, Amber created as much space as she could manage by contorting her lithe frame, coiling repeated right uppercuts that bludgeoned Naomi’s tender belly until she finally had to pull away. Naomi collapsed halfway to hands and knees, hoarsely gulping for oxygen as she sputtered along the ropes, just keeping Nova at a distance with a hand extended between them. Amber chased and verbally berated Knight through a full two laps before the bell afforded her a break, finally allowing Naomi to catch her breath. Nova dominates, 10-8.

Round 5:
Like a mixed-martial artist who’d been berated by leg kicks to the point it’s all they can see coming, Knight was extra twitchy every time Nova lashed out toward her navel or rib cage; backpedaling and lowering the bridge to her defenses with each feign. A greenhorn, but not a total novice in the ring, Nova was quick to catch on without her corner having to shout it out and blow their cover; bluffing with a pair of looping left hooks to the ribs to seep further into Knight’s brain. Naomi’s entire sternum rattled with each labored breath, her pained features showing little resolve as Amber just kept revving her engine and walking her around the ring.

After tagging Naomi’s chicken-winged elbow with a token right cross toward the hip, Nova ERUPTED upward with a vicious right uppercut. Knight’s bulbs rolled in their sockets as her chin was demolished by the riser, her teeth rattling, knees knocking together before she drifted diagonally and face-planted just at Nova’s hip.

1… 2… 3… 4… Nova erupted with a shrill cheer, throwing her hands in the air as if she’d just hit her finisher and was ready for the cover. Vaulting up to the middle rope and pumping her gloved fist with each subsequent count from the official, Nova turned back and watched the lifeless, sputtering Knight lull flat to her back with a guttural grunt.

5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!! Knight rubbed her jaw as she continued to pant flat on her backside, disinterested in standing despite coming around to a semblance of coherence.

"And your winner, by KO in Round 5, AMBERRRR NOOOOOOOVAAA!!!!"