CWF vs. Carnation Creations Stable War

Tale of the Tape:

Stephanie McMahon (13-14-1)
5'9, 46 years old

vs.

Stacy Keibler (34-28-1)
5'11, 43 years old

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

Intro:
Kicking off the Stable War between the Celebrity Wrestling Federation and Carnation Creations was one of the most overdue bouts in professional fighting history. In what could have easily been billed as the Main Event, Stacy Keibler and Stephanie McMahon were chosen to lead off the evening due to their own special request. Given their history, management wasn’t entirely positive it could prevent an out-of-ring fiasco, so they happily obliged if it allowed the two to air their grievances first thing. Both competing for years in the World Wrestling Entertainment industry, these two beauties had curiously never faced each other in any official capacity. With so much on the line, this was as fitting and meaningful a first meeting as they could have asked for.

Outfits:
Keibler’s lithe, Amazonian frame was lewdly wrapped in a microscopic string bikini that left little to the imagination. The blonde’s sternum swelled with anxious pants and deep, calming breaths; her taut abdomen sculpted out of bronze, her perky tits delicately compacted by a thin-banded tube top that belted tightly around her mushrooming B-cups. As she hit the apron, Keibler craned her long stems and bent at the waist, playfully shimmying her hips at the base of her crouch as she slid through the ropes and into the ring. Her pale-pink string thong was devoured by jiggling folds of flesh, finally rising and rearranging the twined, biting string bottoms by hiking them high up her hips. Ending her old-school WWE entrance to raucous applause, the blonde arched her delicate rib cage and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes, lifting to tie back her tightly-braided pony tail before pumping her gloved fists together.

With an equally striking body, but less prone than Keibler to showing it off for free, McMahon entered confidently clad in a chest-hugging, low-cut black bra and matching spandex booty shorts. While it wasn’t an official JMDD bout, the glare shot from eye-to-eye as Steph brushed past Stacy all but ensured that extracurriculars might be in order.

Round 1:
A stark contrast from McMahon’s previous opponent, the 5’5 Brianna Marie Dale, Stacy’s length at 5’11 presented a whole new host of problems. After a giddy start from the blonde that saw a raucous right hand skid narrowly past Steph’s cheek from a concerning distance, McMahon found it more prudent to play the feeling-out game. Baiting Stacy forward, clinching, and pumping the belly was just about all the busty brunette managed to squeeze into the first; with the leggy Keibler dictating far more of the pace. A snappy flurry with the left hole-punched McMahon’s right side from hip to tits, wincing as Keibler mauled her into the ropes in the last thirty seconds. Keibler’s confidence swelled as Steph shelled up, wailing away with a trio of alternating crosses that chugged against the brunette’s heavy, bouncing bosom just as the bell rung out. Keibler steals the round late, and might have sent a message to the sleepwalking McMahon. 10-9 Stacy.

Round 2:
Having foolishly awakened a sleeping giant with some mid-round barking, the former wrestling jobber found herself in familiar territory; on her heels. Steph opened the round with a wild, prancing charge across the ring as if she was attempting a Running Clothesline, with Keibler seemingly paralyzed by flashbacks as she stood like a deer in the headlights. Skidding off-road just before a full-body collision, Steph tore through Stacy’s taut navel with a ferocious side-winding right cross with every ounce of her body weight behind it, snapping the leggy blonde over at the waist and slinging her awkwardly into the corner post. Keibler stiffened just in time to eat a rising uppercut that thrust through her forearms, bludgeoning her chin and sprawling her upper half over the ropes, slack-jawed and blubbering in agony.

McMahon tested the blonde’s taut, inviting abdomen with a pair of ribbing uppercuts, polishing her midsection with a straight left to the sternum that buckled Keibler’s thighs, flattening her pert tits under the sheer weight of the strike. Stacy vaulted forward and pulled a clinch, clinging to McMahon’s waist for dear life as the brunette stuffed awkward close-quarters rabbit punches into the side of her ribs from their embrace. With her corner rapping a 10-second count on the canvas, McMahon exploded forward and rammed the small of Stacy’s spine into the corner post, breaking their embrace with a hoarse, anguished bark from the blonde. Keibler’s golden, statuesque frame suddenly lawnchaired and crunched at the hip, flinching as Stephanie sunk a piercing left fist between two of her ribs. Stacy’s bulbs pooled as she breathlessly wailed, grimacing before the brunette swiveled through a calamitous, sweeping right hand through her temple. The blonde’s torso slung 180 degrees, twirling drunkenly into the corner post chest-first, her mouthpiece whipping into the front row as a mist of sweat and drool coated the ringside patrons. Keibler gurgled and coughed as she hooked the top rope with the crooks of her armpits, saved from a follow-up as the bell mercifully sounded. Her slender, swelling sternum mushroomed as she slid halfway down the post, stopping short of hitting her knees and giving up a knockdown, but the damage was done. McMahon showcases some jarring raw power, dominating with a 10-8 round to take the lead.

Round 3:
If there was one bit of silver lining, the Keibler corner had no need to belabor the point anymore. Stacy had see first-hand just how much of a wallop McMahon packed. The blonde responded in-kind with a more conservative, guarded Round 3; now on high-alert to Stephy’s right hand. McMahon was guilty of forcing the issue a bit, dangling the bait a little too conspicuously in her attempts to get Keibler to open up for a game-ender. After an extended game of cat and mouse and not much in the way of punches landed, McMahon invited the blonde forward with an offering too good to refuse; forced to eat a hearty straight jab to the chops in order to fight her way into throwing range. The resolute brunette pushed forward through contact, clubbing Keibler square in the belly before erupting with a jarring cross to the ribs. Stacy’s wounded squeal drowned out the echoing clap of flesh, her corner immediately rising with concern that she might have actually fractured a rib on the blow. To their relief, the blonde deftly circled out of trouble, tap-dancing her way through the brunette’s pressure for the last few seconds of the round. McMahon takes another, but the margin was smaller this time. 10-9 McMahon.

Round 4:
Despite two rounds of futility, Keibler’s corner was relatively calm considering what she’d been through. They felt as though the blonde was slowly solving the puzzle of McMahon’s power, while Stephanie was bound to run out of gas at some point. Their case became far more compelling when Stephanie stepped up to the plate a whiffed on an adventurous right overhand that whooshed well over Stacy’s ducking shoulder, allowing the blonde to dive forward and stuff a bifurcating pair of lefts into McMahon’s gut. The older brunette wheezed and slumped at the waist, drifting backwards as Stacy pulled out of her airspace and punished her further with a meaty right hand to the liver. This time, McMahon spilled forward completely, skidding clumsily sideways and planting a palm on the mat just to remain upright before somehow steadying.

Keibler was quick to chase, running down the wide-eyed brunette and nabbing her by the shoulder to slow down her retreat. McMahon recklessly pirouette through a hopeful left, but Keibler once again parried, dipping through before vaulting forward with a completely vertical right uppercut that clobbered McMahon on the button. The woozy brunette spilled into the ropes before trampolining to the mat, sprawled flat on her belly with her arms awkwardly folded up beneath her laboring chest.

1… 2… 3… 4… McMahon gurgles as she pushes to all fours, slumping to her haunches as Stacy confidently retreats to a neutral corner.

5… 6… Stephanie hangs her head with labored pants, finally peering up at the preening blonde through messy, disheveled strands of hair with a furious huff.

At the count of 7, McMahon is back up, rapping her gloves together and angrily snarling for Keibler to re-engage. The playful blonde doesn’t immediately oblige, choosing instead to take a flirtatious victory lap around the outskirts while Stephanie seethes center-ring. The last few seconds stall out before McMahon gets her wish, and Stacy takes the round 10-8.

Round 5:
A response was to be expected from McMahon, but nothing could have prepared Stacy for the raging bull that emerged from the opposite corner. Practically simultaneous with Stacy lifting off her stool, she was enveloped by McMahon, pounding her into the ropes at her back. McMahon feeling perhaps TOO at home in this Diva vs. Diva contest, pawed at Stacy’s pony tail with one hand and her strapless tube top with the other, grabbing hold as best she could and whipping the shrieking blonde across the ring with a savage Hair Mare; sending her skidding, sprawled spread eagle on her backside with a heavy thud. Keibler mewled as she rolled to a stop on her hip, wearing her shoulderless top around the waist and fumbling to shield her naked chest from the hoards of onlookers. Immediately deducted a point by the official and admonished while attempting to slow her down, Steph pushed through the feckless referee and stalked the downed blonde as she quickly scurried to her feet. Keibler rose and fired a biting left hand into McMahon’s ribs, crunching the brunette sideways before a second and third poured into her midsection. Attempting to repay the favor, Keibler threw herself into Steph’s colossal chest, pushing her into a backpedal, groping and twisting with all her gloved might. Just as the two rammed into the steel post at Stephanie’s back, the pinned brunette lifted through a titanic uppercut, snapping Keibler’s jaw sideways.

The topless blonde slumped awkwardly forward, her chin resting on McMahon’s shoulder before Steph two-hand shoved her in the belly, sending her drunkenly sloshing a pair of weighted steps backwards. Stacy vacantly dribbled her mouthpiece between her bronzed thighs, feebly coiling a left cross before McMahon strode forward and spiked a merciless sweeping right hand through the blonde’s chin. Keibler’s arms went limp, her topless frame stiffening and pitching with convulsions before she teetered backwards, exploding in a messy puddle of flesh.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Keibler remained sprawled spread eagle, wincing as she tried to lean to her side…

6… 7… 8… With time running out, the blonde’s sails were miraculously buoyed, clambering back to her feet at 9 just as the bell expired the round. McMahon stamped her feet in frustration, shouting at the beleaguered official for being slow on the draw, to no avail. Despite her penalty, McMahon still dominates the round and takes it 10-8.

Round 6:
With Stacy still visibly shaken to start the sixth, it was a curious decision on the part of McMahon not to immediately pressure. The brunette’s punches lacked conviction, almost skittish of the wounded blonde having been backed into a corner. Despite having had most of the clarity and alacrity beaten out of her, Keibler still appeared to be the swifter of the two, daring through the majority of Steph’s offerings and retaliating with what little coordination she could muster. The movement was still there for Keibler, but the finish was a tad late. McMahon held on to her advantage after the knockdown, but her momentum assuredly dwindled in this round, perhaps fading in the energy department. McMahon coasts, but her corner can’t be happy with her inability to capitalize on a reeling opponent. 10-9 McMahon.

Round 7:
With her corner alert to the fact that McMahon was possibly on cruise control toward the finish, Keibler came out much sharper in the seventh; her supreme fitness evident as she danced circles around a largely stationary McMahon. McMahon hadn’t won a fight later than the 6th round since 2016, and Keibler seemed to feel it. With exhaustion having claimed most of her counterpart’s punching powers, Stacy operated with impunity where she once was vulnerable. Sliding around the peripherals of the larger brunette, Keibler pawed away what once was a devastating overhand, squirming through trouble and doubling Steph with a sweeping hammer to the liver. McMahon’s bountiful chest practically poured out of her push-up bra as she touched her toes, wailing as Stacy hip-checked her sideways. Steph tried to straighten up, but Keibler crashed into her side, stapling her to the ropes and refusing to allow her to tip upright. Gritting her teeth and berating the besieged brunette with verbal venom, Stacy golf-swung a trio of looping uppercuts into McMahon’s teardropping chest, detonating bomb after bomb against her tits. McMahon struggled to keep her feet as she sloshed back into the blonde’s lower half, still awkwardly scrunched at the waist before the official finally stepped in and peeled Stacy off so Steph could stand.

Ever the showman, Stacy didn’t even bother to re-engage; instead taking a step back and lewdly shaking her thong-clad ass for the raucous crowd who were flocking to her side in droves thanks to the cheeky display. All McMahon could do was hiss obscenities in Stacy’s direction, too exhausted to punish the arrogance with such little time remaining in the round. Stacy pulls back within a point with a 10-8 round, and things are getting extremely interesting with three to go.

Round 8:
Stephanie is last off her stool to start the 8th, waiting nearly a full ten seconds before rising off her haunches. Stacy decides not to punish, instead opting to doll herself up just a few feet away. Trying to wipe away a chasm of smugness with one punch, McMahon crow-hops forward and pivots through an audacious superman punch that goes wanting, allowing Stacy to ruthlessly skewer her gut as she swings over top. McMahon is in deep water as she’s lethargically walked into the corner with teetering shot after shot; a lumpy left hand to the lower rib cage, a sharp right to the navel, a weighty hammer to the temple, the last of which sends her bobbing listlessly into the corner ropes.

McMahon gruffly wails as she sulks against the post, swaddling her panting tummy with one hand as her other hangs over the top rope. Keibler goes for a whimsical jaunt around ring before pulling up next to Steph again, lifting her hanging chin with a gloved hand and planting a goodnight kiss on her forehead. McMahon tries to straighten up, but with lightning-quick precision, Keibler plants her back heel and pistons a hellish, penetrating straight right into McMahon’s liver. The brunette’s curvy frame curls around Stacy’s forearm as she spills forward, gagging her mouthpiece to the canvas as if she’d been completely run through, finally melting to the mat on hands and knees.

1… 2… 3… McMahon curls to all fours, her body spasming as she slowly slides flat on her belly, face buried against the canvas.

4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… “Is she really out?!” Keibler derisively quips, straddling McMahon’s shoulders from above, already knowing the answer as the brunette has yet to stir. With a final 10-count, Keibler plants her heel between Stephanie’s shoulder-blades and raises her arms in victory, squashing McMahon’s mushrooming tits to the ground as she’s officially waved off.

"And your winner, by KO in Round 8, STACYYYYY KEIIIIIBLERRRRRR!!!!"


Post Fight:
Having not forgotten the 5th round, nor the years of authoritarian rule and in-ring humiliation she’d been subjected to in the WWE; Keibler wasn’t quite through with McMahon. The brunette sputtered and gurgled as Stacy lifted off her spine and removed her gloves, tearing Stephanie up to her knees by the scalp. Steph looked up dazedly as she slouched to her haunches, wobbling before Keibler grabbed the front clasp of her lace bra and kicked her into the corner, snapping the strap and knocking the topless brunette into an awkwardly slumped heap at the base of the ropes. McMahon squirmed and pinched her eyes shut as she helplessly cupped her freed, teardropping tits, shaking her head in dismay as Stacy motioned for her to stand back up. Refusing to oblige, the domineering blonde took matters into her own hands, once again hauling Stephanie to her feet and leaning her against the corner post.

McMahon could do little but twist and writhe as Stacy hiked the waistband of her string thong high up her hips, shimmying her ass before craning her flawless stems into a full standing split. McMahon was lifted off her tippy toes as Stacy dusted off one of her Signature WWE moves, stapling Stephanie’s throat to the post with a suffocating Corner Foot Choke. McMahon’s gurgled cries were short-lived as she bucked and twitched, finally falling deathly still aside from a few fleshy pitches of her sprawled torso. Finally pulling her heel from the brunette’s throat, Stacy allowed the lifeless McMahon to spill back to the mat, lying completely unconscious flat on her belly at the blonde’s victorious feet.


Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (1) vs. Carnation Creations (0)

Tale of the Tape:

Keira Knightley (20-35-2, 13 KO)
5'7, 37 years old

vs.

Tay Conti (0-1-0)
5'6, 27 years old

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 58th appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag for the 3rd time. Please welcome the Teddington, England native, standing 5 foot 7, KEIRA KNIGHTLEYYYY!!"

After a brutal dismantling of Kate Mara that allowed Carnation Creations to level the score at one with a bang, the pressure shifted squarely back onto Keira Knightley’s shoulders. This was a fight that had been penciled in as somewhat of a toss-up, but the former Bantamweight Title holder felt she was the favorite. Conti was a world-class athlete, so guile and experience would have to carry the veteran in this contest if she wanted to put her team back up a break.

Outfits:
Keira was first to make her entrance after the CWF was bested in the preceding bout. Each athletic twist and shimmy of her taut abdomen caused her modest chest to swell, her pert tits mushrooming out the top and bottom of the thin-banded tube top belted around her sternum. Her pale-pink string thong was devoured by jiggling folds of flesh as she hiked the biting bottoms high up her hips, lifting to tie back her tightly-braided pigtails before slipping on and pumping her gloved fists together.

Tay Conti hit the runway in a dead sprint, barreling under the ropes as if she was making a boisterous, surprise wrestling entrance. Clad in a slightly more malfunction-proof, but still revealing cherry red bikini, Conti’s compact frame rippled with muscle as she sauntered through Keira’s corner. Muscling past the Brit, she strut with an air of confidence that might’ve been unnerving for a woman lacking Knightley’s experience in the ring, but was quickly dismissed by the steadfast brunette. Conti was eager to seize control of the deadlocked Stable War, whistling to the official to get things under way immediately.

Round 1:
Trained to be a showman even before arriving in the FCBA, Conti hit the pavement with a full commitment to throwing leather. Lashing out at the walled up Brit with an early haymaker, Conti tested every inch of Keira’s staunch defenses, pumping stumpy left and right jabs into the brunette’s slender midsection until she’d walked Keira into the ropes. Conti’s hunger and relentless excitement seemed to wind her early, and after just a minute of reckless, unrelenting strikes, the dirty-blonde’s chiseled midsection was already in a panting huff. Conti’s pace slowed as she rotated through a thumping uppercut to the ribs, but just as Keira winced with the sharp impact, the wily Brit bloomed and whipped a retaliatory left cross through Tay’s drooping chin.

Conti’s torso stiffened as she wobbled on the balls of her heels, sloshing a half step back before putting up a fence herself. Keira feigned toward the cheek, drawing the eyes of Conti before slithering low and sinking a shiv between her ribs. The blonde doubled and let out a wounded, regretful grunt, trying to bull through the lighter Brit before Keira rose through a ferocious uppercut to the button. Tay rocked once more, two-hand shoving Keira’s chest to create some separation before she was outright floored. Conti wanted the action, but Keira’s precision was proving to be lethal.

Tay continued to push the pace against the advice of her corner, frustrated at her inability to bully the smaller Knightley and waltzing right into another rangy sweep of the left from Keira. Conti stumbled into the corner post, her midsection flexing as she crunched awkwardly sideways, hanging from the top rope as the bell mercifully sounded and saved her from herself. Knightley dictates in an impressive opener. 10-8.

Round 2:
Seemingly settled down a touch by her corner between rounds, Tay came out a much more composed fighter in the second. Enticing Keira into a crafty snare, Conti finally opened up her dammed offense with a vicious straight right that nearly bore a hole straight through the center of Keira’s sternum. A damaged Knightley tried to slink away, but the agile blonde would have none of it, hooking Keira’s shoulder and pirouetting the brunette into a bulky club to the temple. Keira drunkenly crashed into the ropes at her hip in a full tailspin, but eyeing the frothing blonde in her rear-view, turned just in time to catch Conti with a shrewd right hook of her own.

The stunned blonde’s trunk-like stems buckled, her knees wobbling and knocking together as she nearly unraveled into a puddled heap. Instead of following with a knockdown barrage, Tay gracelessly folded over the hunched Brit along the ropes, weighing on Keira as they both struggled and jockeyed to stay upright. Eventually recovering and forcing the lanky Brit to posture chest-to-chest, Conti went to work on the slender abdomen of her teetering opponent, drumming sharp rabbit punches into Keira’s arched rib cage, each eliciting a hoarse whimper from her lips. With both fighters begging and stalling for the bell, it finally came. Tay takes the round with her late effort, 10-9.

Round 3:
Having tasted the blonde’s power and knowing that a second unfettered shot would likely spell her end, Keira reversed right back to her starting strategy and put the brakes on the fight. Using the blonde’s eagerness against her, Keira practically dared Tay to make the first move in each exchange, each time simply blocking and answering with a seemingly harmless tummy or body shot. With Conti’s impressive physique and stamina making the immediate dividends feel negligible, Keira appeared to be ready to play the waiting game; wanting to see just how long the aggressive newbie could stay patient. Unfortunately for the viewers, this resulted in a pitifully boring round. Conti had already felt the Brit’s sting in the first when she recklessly extended and left herself open to counters, so with those marks still fresh in her mind, she refused to do the same here. All in all, this round was a draw.

Round 4:
Despite an uneventful third, the Carnation corner was understandably more upbeat between rounds. For every minute Conti could stand and punch with the more experienced vet, that was just more and more confidence and rhythm she could build off Knightley. Using some of that acquired timing to her advantage, Conti finally made her move, charging through a typical lackluster counter from Keira and backing the wiry Brit into the corner with flurry of leather.

Keira pathetically struggled as Tay planted her chiseled thigh between her legs and straightened the brunette up against the corner post with her hip, whimpering as Conti flattened her tits with a shoulder. Tay crouched her compact frame and bullied Keira into a clinch, arching the Brit’s vulnerable abdomen for repeated bone-crushing uppercuts to the bottom of her rib cage. Keira twitched and squirmed as her taut belly was stretched and pulverized, unable to wiggle free as the unflinching blonde continued to wail away on her left side. At the same time trying to remedy a wardrobe malfunction from the body-to-body friction, Keira was leveled by a sidewinding right cross that rattled against her jaw from an unseen angle, sprawling her topless upper half across the top rope just as the bell rung. Conti starting to bully the lighter Brit, she takes it 10-8.

Round 5:
After a demoralizing round in which she was pushed around quite a bit, Keira didn’t have much time to sulk; striding right off her stool and barging into the crashing tide of Conti’s pressure. The blonde powered through Keira’s first defensive swing, walloping the brunette with a thumping gut punch to her pierced navel. Keira mewled and doubled at the waist, shoving off Tay’s hip and breaking to narrowly avoid a spiking right hand from the former wrestler. Conti continued to stalk, pushing forward and erupting with a whirling left-right combination that fell woefully short. Keira lunged forward and ripped a left cross into Conti’s sideboob, her features twisting as Keira slid away from her lagging, retaliatory right hand. Tay winced as she pumped her fists together, pushing forward again and clubbing the brunette’s pinched forearms with a heavy right overhand from high above her head.

Keira’s upper half rocked back from the weight of the punch, sidestepping as the red-eyed blonde surged forward with another carelessly conceived overhand; instead lifting a gutting uppercut into Tay’s crunching tummy before she could throw. The bisected blonde shrilly squealed as her strike was cut off, slinking backwards as she windedly gulped down a mouthful of oxygen. Tay’s taut midsection flexed and pant as she sulked at the hip, slouching to her heels as Keira continued to circle. Like a shark sensing blood in the water, Knightley chugged a pair of yo-yo lefts into Conti’s breasts, throatily mewling before the brunette uncorked a coiled right that snapped across her lips. Tay’s muscled thighs collapsed inward, her bulbs fluttering in their sockets as her wires were cut, drifting rudderlessly sideways before Keira polished her chin with a cruel, thunderous uppercut. Conti’s toned frame stiffened to her toes before tipping backwards, erupting in a strewn mess of limbs as she hit the canvas completely sprawled.

1… 2… 3… Keira stepped forward and gently planted her painted toes across the blonde’s heaving tits, careful to not hinder her ability to stand as the official’s count rang out.

4… 5… 6… 7… Suddenly Keira was forced to take a step back, in complete shock as Tay crunched to her side and rolled to hands and knees. Somehow, the blonde was up at 9, insisting that she was good to go and pushing through the official. Conti bravely launched into Knightley and swiveled through a pair of right jabs, finding meat on the bone and knocking Keira back away from the near ropes. The stoic brunette kept her wits, matching the pace of her charging opponent into a light backpedal, waiting for Conti to stop her trot and plant before she whipped another venomous right jab across the blonde’s jaw. Conti went completely rigid as a mist of sweat a slobber spattered across the mat, her chin snapping sideways before she careened into the corner. The blonde miraculously hooked the middle rope and hauled herself halfway vertical on noodled stems, looking up at a pursuant Knightley through disheveled strands of loose golden locks before she was fed a savage straight right fist. Tay awkwardly slumped against the post and fell to a knee, pinned against the ropes as Keira stapled her hip to the blonde’s mascara-smeared cheek and erupted with a trio of spiteful right uppercuts to the skull. Finally the official burst between the two and peeled the Brit off the dazed blonde, stopping the onslaught.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 5, KEIRRRRRRRAAA KNIGHTTTTLEYYY!!!!"


Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (2) vs. Carnation Creations (1)

Eiza González (FCBA 18-25, 18 KO) vs. Toni Storm (FCBA 1-1, 1 KO) (Celebrity Wrestling Federation vs. Carnation Creations)
Results: Lookout! Boxing / Story: Carnation Creations

Before the fight: After Lindsey Pelas' big knockout win over Auli'i Cravalho, a nervous pall hung over the Carnation Creations locker room. They were down three fights to one, and any loss in the remaining fights meant that the CWF would win this stable war.

The crowd was buzzing with excitement in the public area for the same reasons. It became louder when the ring girls and fight graphic came online, as Eiza González of the Celebrity Wrestling Federation would soon step into the ring to face off against Toni Storm of Carnation Creations in a welterweight fight. González, with a record of 18 wins and 25 losses, and 18 knockouts, was considered a seasoned veteran in the FCBA, while Storm was a relative newcomer with only one win and one loss and one knockout to her name.

Eiza's POV: "As I walked towards the ring, my gear from the Celebrity Wrestling Federation caught the eyes of the crowd. Every time I moved my athletic body, my chest bounced, and my teardrop-shaped breasts overflowed from the top and bottom of my thin-banded tube top. My pale-pink string thong was barely visible beneath the flesh of my hips as I hiked up the bottoms and tied back my tightly-braided pigtails. I slipped on my gloves, pumped my fists together, and was ready to take Toni to finish this war."

Toni's POV: "As I strutted towards the ring, I was an irresistible force. My heart was racing with excitement and my body was ready for the fight. I was dressed in a tantalizing black and white gear that hugged my curves in all the right places. My top was a perfect combination of seduction and strength, with a white design that was impossible to ignore and showcased my confidence. My shorts were like a second skin, black and hugging my hips, with white accents that intensified the sensuality of my look. The white gloves on my hands were a symbol of my fearless spirit, ready to face any challenge that came my way. And my pigtails, oh they were just the cherry on top. The playful pigtails, styled to perfection, spoke volumes about my playful side, yet still exuded a confidence that left no doubt in anyone's mind that I was the most attractive woman in the room."

Round 1: The bell rings, and the two fighters come out of their corners. Eiza is the first to assert herself, throwing a series of jabs and hooks that keep Toni on the defensive. Toni tries to counter with her punches, but Eiza's defense is too tight, and she can dodge most of Toni's shots. The round ends with Eiza landing a solid combination that stuns Toni, securing her a comprehensive win on points. Eiza leads 10-8.

Round 2: Toni becomes more aggressive in the second round, determined to take control of the fight. She lands several hard shots to Eiza's head and body, causing Eiza to take a step back. Eiza tries to regroup, but Toni is relentless, keeping the pressure on with her quick and accurate punches. The round ends with Toni landing a solid right hand that reels Eiza, securing her a comprehensive win on points. Toni ties up the scores 18-18.

Round 3: Eiza tries to bounce back in the third round, but Toni is still in control. Toni uses her footwork to circle Eiza, making it difficult for Eiza to get a clean shot in. Eiza throws punches in desperation, but Toni can dodge most of them and counter with her shots. The round ends with Toni landing a solid combination that rocks Eiza, securing her a close win on points. Toni leads on the scorecards now, 28-27.

Round 4: Eiza comes out more determined in the fourth round, looking to turn the tide of the fight. She uses her power to bully Toni, landing several hard shots to Toni's head and body. Toni tries to fight back, but Eiza is too much for her, keeping the pressure on with a relentless attack. The round ends with Eiza landing a solid uppercut that sends Toni staggering, securing her a comprehensive win on points. Eiza takes back the lead, 37-36.

Round 5: Toni becomes more focused in the fifth round, determined to regain control of the fight. She lands several quick jabs that keep Eiza on the defensive and then follows up with a hard right hand that reels Eiza. Eiza tries to get back into the fight, but Toni is too quick and accurate, securing a close win on points. The two women tied again, 47-47.

Round 6: Eiza feels the effects of Toni's relentless attack, but she refuses to give up. She becomes more aggressive in the sixth round, looking to end the fight with a knockout. She lands a solid left hook to the stomach in minute two, and Toni crashes to the canvas!

With her stomach rippling, Toni tries to get back up, hearing her cornermaidens beg her to keep fighting. Half of her wants to stay on the mat, accepting her fate, while the other half wants to step back up and keep fighting. As the count starts, Toni slowly begins to stir while Eiza pulls half her mouthpiece out and taunts Toni. "What, you're just going to go out sad? Are you going to just stay down like a coward? With your childish little pigtails?" Eiza says in a mocking voice, and turns around... and while Eiza turns around, Toni's right back on her feet, having to beat the count at 8! The referee quickly steps in between them to separate the fighters before all hell breaks loose, and in the confusion, the three-minute round ends, and both stables come to their boxers to bring them back to the corners. While both sets of cornermaidens tend to their bruised compatriots, Eiza takes back the lead in the scores, 57-55.

Round 7: Toni comes out more determined than ever in the seventh round, looking to turn the tide of the fight. After a brief feeling-out process, both fighters begin to let their hands go, exchanging heavy blows in the center of the ring, attempting to finish the other finally. In minute one, Eiza lands a powerful left hook to the jaw that knocks Toni off balance.

Toni staggers for a few moments. When Eiza pounces on the opportunity, she quickly regroups and lands a crisp combination to the opponent's abs, sending Eiza backpedaling to the ropes. With the crowd cheering "TO-NI, TO-NI!", the Carnations ringer continues on the attack, intent on proving her might. She lands a solid right hand in the second minute, which sends Eiza crashing onto the canvas. Eiza tries to get back up, pawing at the ropes and even getting on her knees with some remaining energy. However, at the count of 8, Eiza's torso fails her, and she collapses on her right side, securing Toni a win via knockout in the seventh round.

Toni Storm wins by KO in the 7th round!


After the fight:
While celebrating the win and Carnation Creations still within this stable war, Toni climbs on top of the ropes and starts pointing and laughing at Eiza, who is still lying on the canvas. Toni then takes a microphone and starts taunting Eiza, saying, "you thought you could beat me? I knew I was going to win all along!". Toni's false bravado is good enough for her cornermaidens, who cheer along with her, while Eiza uses the last of her energy to give Toni a withering stare.

The wrestler initially only notices once some Carnation staff smarten her up. Toni starts to walk down to Eiza until the fallen goes back unconscious, and Carnation staff convinces the welterweight to step back. "Fine, but next time I knock you out Eiza, I'm going to hip attack you so damn hard!" Toni says with a chuckle, smacking her right hip, so every fan sees her power. With her mission done, Toni walks back to the victor's locker room as all involved prepare for the sixth front in this Stable War.


Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (3) vs. Carnation Creations (2)

Tale of the Tape:

Stana Katic (19-5-0, 19 KO)
5'9, 44 years old

vs.

Maryse Ouellet (1-1-0, 1 KO)
5'8, 39 years old

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 25th appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Hamilton, Ontario native, standing 5 foot 9, weighing in at 125 pounds, STANAAAAA KAAAAAATIC!!”

After fumbling what was thought to be a commanding 3-1 lead in this now-knotted Stable War, the Celebrity Wrestling Federation held their collective breath as their flagship fighter, Stana Katic looked to save them from drowning under the pressure of expectations. The wry smiles on the faces of the Carnations told a different story; that they felt Maryse Ouellet was their ace in the hole, a ringer. The former Diva had been hand-picked for this very fight by Stephanie McMahon, who was finally struggling to ringside after her beating from Stacy Keibler. While the Carnations would have preferred to take care of business earlier and seal the deal with Spiranac in Fight 6, the chips would now fall after a winner-take-all Fight 7.

Outfits:
Katic's lithe, statuesque frame glistened under the heat of the overhead spotlights as she slid out of her satin robe and revealed every plump fold and delicate curve of her bronzed skin. Each athletic twist and shimmy of her taut upper half caused her modest bosom to swell, her teardropping B-cups mushrooming out the top and bottom of the thin-banded tube top belted around her sternum. Katic craned her long stems and dipped into a lewd crouching split, playfully shimmying her hips at the base of her crouch. Her pale-pink string thong was devoured by jiggling folds of flesh, finally rising and rearranging the twined, biting string bottoms by hiking them high up her hips. Ending her corner show, the brunette arched her delicate rib cage and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes, lifting to tie back her tightly-braided pigtails before pumping her gloved fists together.

Ouellet was no stranger to stealing the spotlight, as her booming entrance theme cut off Katic’s and left the brunette quite literally in the dark. Katic’s fellow Canadian lingered on the ramp until every single spotlight ran up her sculpted frame; pausing to pose in a jaw-dropping, partially sheer micro bikini that resembled the Canadian flag. The bunched material of her thong getting lost between her thighs, Maryse swung her hips and strut toward the ring, rolling underneath the bottom rope before scoffing in the Hamilton-native’s direction. Ouellet’s body exuded perfection, toned and oiled to where every delicate curve was accentuated as she basked underneath the overhead lights; finally slipping on her gloves with the help of Stephanie McMahon who was working her corner.

Round 1:
Ouellet’s long, loose mane had been dampened before the bout even began; her dirty-blonde locks drenched and matted as though she’d already gone a full ten rounds. Perhaps an intimidation tactic, perhaps a sign she’d been rehearsing with McMahon right up until the bell. Katic, on the other hand, looked pristine; but Maryse was intent on changing that. The blonde was the opening aggressor, vaulting out of her corner and swiping away with alternating kitana-slashes with each hand. Katic carefully backpedaled, matching the blonde’s approaching speed before the felt the ropes nearing at her back; finally planting her heel and ducking through a penetrating straight left hand that clapped against Ouellet’s sternum. The stunned blonde let out a throaty grunt as she skid to a sputtering stop, her mouth hanging open as Katic flipped the tilt of the ring and began to walk her back with even more oppressive strides.

The mat quaked as Ouellet drunkenly stamped diagonally across the ring, pawing away Katic’s calculated advances before the brunette hooked a wide-ranging right hand around the blonde’s guard, thumping the side of her ribs. The wounded Canadian doubled at the waist, her plump ass jutting through the ropes before Katic ripped a gutting uppercut into her hanging cleavage. Ouellet hoarsely exhaled, a mist of slobber bursting from her lips as she poured out of her top, wincing as Katic followed with a vicious club to the side of her temple.

Ouellet pirouette into the corner holding her naked, pulsing chest; her head violently snapping as Katic swept another cross through her chin, buckling her muscled thighs. The blonde sulked against the post, hiding behind her forearms as she sagged lower and lower with each yo-yo left and right to her abdomen. Ouellet’s corner was in shock as their black ace was dismantled right before their eyes, just inches away, helpless as Katic punched her ragged for the full duration of the round. In the last ten seconds, Ouellet managed to squirm free and sling a meaty overhand into Stana’s unprotected cheek, knocking the brunette off her mount and likely salvaging what could have been a shutout round. Katic takes the first, 10-8.

Round 2/3:
After an unrelenting round from Katic that saw the blonde simply look out of place and overwhelmed, Maryse showed why she was here in the 2nd. The hard-bodied blonde displayed some of her grappling acumen and simply bullied the gangly brunette, choking off her rotations and working the clinch until she felt she had advantage enough to tenderize Katic’s taut midsection. After a 2nd round in which Katic spent more time gagging on uppercuts to the belly than throwing punches, Ouellet fully turned the tables on her fellow Canadian in the 3rd.

An early thumping shot to Maryse’s tits marked the last bit of offense Katic would scratch out, as the blonde countered by washing over Stana like a tidal wave and bludgeoning her into the corner ropes with a trio of heavy right hands. Katic wiggled and squirmed as Maryse layed into her body, flattening the brunette’s teardropping B-cups with her massive, swelling pair and planting the small of Stana’s spine into the corner post. Katic throatily mewled as Ouellet squeezed her out, making room every few seconds for a sharp, biting fist to the navel. With the official breathing down Maryse’s neck and threatening to reset the intertwined pair, the devilish blonde snaked her hand through the ropes and around Stana’s back, inching up her shoulder-blades until she managed to snag one of the brunette’s braided pigtails and YANK down.

Katic squealed as her head was whipped back, her spine and abdomen bowing as she was awkwardly contorted with a hair pull unseen by the official. Breaking their busty embrace, Ouellet speared Stana’s arched frame with a trio of jabs; the first rattling her pelvis, the second sinking just below her delicate rib cage, and the third skewering her left tit and stopping her heart. Katic wailed as Maryse slid out of range, whooshing through a hopeless follow-up before spilling into the ropes at her side. Katic’s flexing belly frantically pant for oxygen, her mouth hanging open as she hooked the top rope with her armpit and traced the outskirts. Maryse stayed nipping at her heels, cautiously biting at Stana’s hip and ripping body shots into the brunette’s turned back every few messy steps. The bell finally saved a shelled Katic, but Maryse had done enough to storm into the lead. 10-9 in the 2nd, 10-8 in the 3rd for Ouellet.

Round 4:
With no one in the ring having seen the hair pull from Maryse last round, Katic spent the entire break fuming with her own corner; staunchly rejecting the notion that she’d been too passive and let Ouellet seize control of the fight. However, if Ouellet expected the infighting to do anything but light a spark in the brunette, she was sorely mistaken. A reawakened Katic took the fight to the inexperienced blonde in the 4th; staggering her early with a heavy club to the forearms before raining hellfire down on the cornered Ouellet. Katic stamped every visible hunk of meaty flesh, tenderizing the blonde’s rippling, muscled abdomen with a calamitous flurry of leather. Experiencing little turbulence aside from an occasional retort to the body from Maryse, Katic slowly raised her attention toward the blonde’s skull; rattling her braincase with sidewinding left and right crosses until Maryse was seeing stars and backed fully up. The blonde’s pluckiness quickly exhausted as she was mercilessly picked apart, her ribs and impressive abs of steel tortured with piercing uppercuts until the dogs were called off by the bell. An unrelenting Katic takes this round, 10-8.

Round 5:
Despite a steadying round, Stana’s corner was operating with a heightened sense of urgency as the fight wore deeper. Every round Maryse was able to hang around, every round she was able to steal, all heaped loads of stress onto the older brunette’s shoulders. Trying to dismantle the towering, sculpted blonde across from her was difficult enough for Katic without the mounting weight of the stakes of this fight. All things considered, they were unquestionably pushing for a violent conclusion; but that aggression could come with a devastating cost.

Katic calmly exhaled as she skittered center ring, meeting a hawking Maryse with a gloved kiss to the lips; slamming a ferocious jab into the blonde’s chin before she could react. Ouellet went wide-eyed as her arms pinwheeled, careening a few steps back before thoughtlessly rushing Katic and bludgeoning the brunette’s tummy with a suffocating uppercut to the navel. Katic lawn-chaired at the waist, only to be straightened back up with a tug to the shoulder and fed a heaping left overhand to the jaw. Katic let out a throaty whimper as her upper half awkwardly slung sideways, her torso twisting 180 degrees as a mouthful of blood sloshed from her lips, misting the canvas. The brunette’s jaw hung slack as she uncoiled and spun to face Maryse, her hazel bulbs vacant, nearly genuflecting to a knee, one stem buckled inward as her arms limply dangled from their sockets.

Maryse smirked as she shifted the weight to her back foot, cocking her right arm high above her head before spiking down toward Katic’s temple.

“NNNGGGGOOOHHHHHLLL” The blonde suddenly mewled, gagging as Katic artfully sidestepped and parried, shattering Ouellet’s taut, flexing abdomen with a splintering uppercut from below. Maryse’s sternum swelled with brief, violent spasms for oxygen, her eyes pooling as she drifted sideways clutching her pulsing ribs. Katic paused near a knee just long enough to fill her own lungs, eventually rising and running down the blonde’s turned hip. Planting a palm on Ouellet’s lower back and gently easing her into the ropes, Katic timed the blonde’s rebound with an exaggerated, catatonic left cross, grunting as she decapitated the former Diva with a merciless hammer to the temple. Maryse folded over her own calves and unraveled on her side, sloshing messily to her backside before her arms and legs splayed to all four corners.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… The blonde scarcely budged aside from a few violent spasms of her tightly-wrapped chest, gurgling as she spit out her mouthpiece and her eyes fluttered skyward.

7… 8… 9… 10!! McMahon furiously stamped her heel on the apron sidewall, barking at the dazed blonde in frustration at her inability to budge.

"And your winner, by KO in Round 5, STANAAAA KAAAATTTTICC!!!!"

“AND THAT MEANS, YOUR STABLE WAR CHAMPIONS ARE THE CELEBRITY WRESTLING FEDERATION!!!!!”


Post Fight:
Not typically one to showboat too exuberantly, Katic dragged Maryse center ring and planted a victorious heel across her heaving chest; flattening the blonde’s titanic tits as she struggled and quaked with labored breaths. Locking eyes with Carnations’ indomitable duo, Stephanie McMahon and Paige Spiranac, Katic sternly issued her list of demands.

“Paige, I think you’ve had just about enough fun gloating and humiliating girls smaller than you. First Linds, then Vika… Now you get me.” Katic barked.

“Stephanie, don’t even think about rejecting that fight on Paige’s behalf. I know you’re salivating over a rematch with Stacy, and you’ll get it, but only if I get Paige. When we snuff you both out, it’s over.”

Accentuating her decree and the challenges issued to both Paige Spiranac and Stephanie McMahon, Katic kept her eyes locked with the seething, sidelined pair; bringing her domineering heel higher and planting it atop Maryse’s slumbering lips, rocking her head sideways flat to the mat.


Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (4) vs. Carnation Creations (3)

Nicely done! Funny thing - most of these girls have a losing record but few if any are going to lose the disrobe! Some real beauties!

Happy to see this go up! The newcomers are firing warning shots left, right, and center! A few of us bystanders are SURE to get caught in the crossfire. And if that happens, except no mercy from the Vixens either!