FTQWL23: Queens of Absolution vs CWF Stable War

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Janet:
(37, 5’6”, 117lbs, 0:2 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Lindsey:
(31, 5’3”, 119lbs, 10:13 FCBA, Celebrity Wrestling Federation)

BEFORE:
As the challengers in this year’s ‘From the Queens, With Love’ event, first out was Lindsey Pelas who was leaving very little to the imagination as she strode towards the ring in a tight pink micro tube top and string thong that emphasized every curvaceous and devouring part of her body - much to the Celebrity Wrestling Federation’s credit they somehow had these outfits as standard attire in their FCBA matches but it was a wonder how wardrobe malfunctions didn’t happen more often without the use of fashion tape. Although she had many fans in the audience tonight as did the CWF, there was an overwhelming amount of ‘boos’ coming from the Queens fans that were completely against the American. She slid through the ropes and entered the ring ready to dismantle her English opponent.

Out next, the first Queen of the night - wearing a navy blue bra and low cut black panties that allowed her attire to show off every inch of her tight, hard torso with abs poking through depending on what she was doing, the English actress who no doubt had fooled everyone into thinking she was American with her accent in television roles: Janet Montgomery! Making her way to the ring to drowning cheers of Queens fans and heckling boos of CWF fans, she took her time to slide between the ropes and into the ring before giving Lindsey Pelas the side eye as she made her way to the Queens’ corner.

Janet scanned the Queens VIP section for Zooey Deschanel who simply gestured with her hand in a motion short and brief across her neck. Montgomery, of course, knew what that meant, Deschanel wanted a statement in the opening of the event and it was up to Janet to provide it to her.

The referee brought both girls over to go over the final rules before the match. The three inch taller Janet looked down on her 5’3” opponent barely acknowledging her. When the ref was done and told the ladies to have a “good clean fight” Pelas offered her glove in the shock to everyone there after Zooey Descshanel’s onslaught in the media leading up to the event. Janet slowly brought her gold embroidered “QUEENS” navy blue right glove up to meet Pelas’s to only throw a disorienting jab into Pelas’ face: crunching her features and pushing her back.

As both sides started screaming at each other, the ref gave Janet Montgomery a yellow card and time for Pelas to recover. However, in the VIP section of the Queens, a smirking Deschanel was more than happy. Win or lose, they’ll be talking about that.

Once Pelas was taken care of and Janet sufficiently scolded, the ref signaled for the bell and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of bantamweight action!

Round 01:
Both girls came out circling each other at the center of the ring. Janet was smirking at the mark she had already left on Lindsey’s face. “Looks like you already have something to remember me by,” Montgomery taunted. “Don’t worry b*tch, you so called Queens will be on your knees before this night is over and as for this mark, I’ll have plenty of time to beat the b*tchiness out of you.”

Janet not one to f*ck around drew first blood with that by throwing a powerful haymaker at Lindsey Pelas connecting with her left temple with enough force to partially tailspin her before she caught her balance. Montgomery, quick; through a jab once more into Pelas’ face - connecting with force notorious to the Queens. Pelas, staggering backwards, managed to recover enough to dodge another incoming haymaker for the right temple; Janet realizing she was wide open to her opponent tried to quickly backpedal but Pelas was already taking advantage with a jab deep into Montgomery’s abs, shocking the British brunette whose eyes went wide as she gaged as her taut tummy was stretched out when the fist landed.

The brunette flailed as she bent at the waist and her long hair thrusted forward as she looked up with her eyes at the shorter Pelas who had a sinister look on her face. The American returns the favor from earlier with an uppercut to Janet’s chin but before the two could get truly into it Montgomery sent a missile of a jab into Pelas’ left breast - smashing it in to a yelping American blonde.

As time started to run out, Lindsey sent a fist into Janet’s solar plexus forcing air out of the English girl before going to work on her ribs to bring the round to a close.

Pelas takes the round close through her late offense against a smug Janet Montgomery who was now cradling her torso as she made her way back to her corner.

Round 02:
Janet was holding her torso still in the intermission as she talked in her corner about the second. Meanwhile, Lindsey, seemed a bit satisfied having hurt Montgomery. With the intermission coming to an end. Pelas was looking for a repeat of round one while Janet Montgomery was looking to redeem her loss.

With the sound of the bell, round two began and both fighters came out slowly once again. Except this time there would be no circling. The former ‘New Amsterdam’ star would get down to business throwing several jabs right into the same spot on Pelas’ face she had hit before the match even began. Seeing it bruise, the English woman decided to go for the nose with a missile of a jab that momentarily disfigured the blonde model’s face with sheer force like Montgomery was trying to punch through a wall; forcing the blonde off-balance and blooding her nose.

Janet followed up with a right hook into Pelas’ stomach that PLUNGED deeper than even she expected as the blonde model exhaled air quickly - the brunette quickly realizing how soft and vulnerable the blonde was downstairs and looked to capitalize.

Pelas, for her part, was defiant to the brunette, and again went after her ribs and this time her arms too so she couldn’t throw so much force behind her hits. However, as defiant as the blonde was, Montgomery brought her to a screeching halt with two squashing hammers into Lindsey’s breasts, flattening them to the sound of a delightful yelp for Janet who used them to push Pelas back a few steps in the ring.

Janet landed an uppercut that brought Pelas to the top of toes and threatened to decapitate her as the bell rang out signaling the end of the round. Janet’s attack connecting so close to the end that the CWF and Queens got into an argument on whether it was a late hit that almost threatened to derail the event then and there.

However, her uppercut did make the initial landing just as the bell began to sound and so it was ruled to be within bounds. This round came to an end with Janet Montgomery winning it wide from a nearly complete offensive game that kept Pelas on the defense.

Round 03:
Pelas, this time the one in her corner wincing in pain as Montgomery gave her eyes of disdain knew she had to quickly recover in the third or face the wrath of the English girl who seemed intent on hurting her and taking her time in drawing out the match. As the bell sounded once more, Lindsey had the brunette stalking her but Pelas was going on the offense this time knowing how infamous the Queens could be. She SMASHED Montgomery’s chin with a right hook and before the Brit knew what was going on, Pelas had landed several more blows to Janet’s taut abs.

Returning the favor to Montgomery from earlier, Pelas uppercut Montgomery - connecting with her right breast causing the English girl to wince out in pain and back off. Pelas took the opportunity to throw a haymaker towards Janet’s left temple but Montgomery perried the incoming attack with one of her own into the sternum of Pelas to back her off.

With the round coming to a close, both girls got in one final attack, Pelas going for Montgomery’s taut tummy and Montgomery going for Pelas’ left cheek; both girls swearing as their assaults connected.

Bell sounded and both girls held their stance for an uncomfortable moment before separating.

Round 04:
Nearly halfway through, and both girls got straight to work. Pelas took first blood in round four by striking Janet with a jab to the face - probably something she wanted to do all night but Janet returned fire with sacks to each cheek that dazed the blonde. It seemed the English brunette wasn’t messing around anymore and thought the match had gone on long enough. Capitalizing on her momentum, Janet delivered a straight that opened a gash on Pelas’ forehead before she quickly went right for the breasts again - each painful connect forcing a backpedal of Pelas until the two were dangerously close to the ropes.

Janet, looking to end things there went for another nearly decapitating uppercut to the chin but Pelas returned the favor in kind with two haymakers to the left temple of Montgomery. Janet, shocked by the sudden attack of the American blonde, moved towards a defensive stance and let the timer run out.

“Not as tough as you thought? I’m sure all you Queen b*tches are that way,” Pelas taunted to the English girl.

Round 05:
No one thought this match would go halfway but here we are at the fifth. Janet looking to end things while Lindsey looked to do the same, both girls once more met in the middle and exchanged blows in what was nothing short of a brawl than boxing. However, in that brawl, Lindsey Pelas landed a deep penetrating shot into Janet’s solar plexus forcing a gag reflex and a loud exhale and before anyone knew what happened, Pelas drove a jab into Montgomery’s face that sent her to the canvas.

Taking a neutral corner, the ref stepped to begin the count. 1, 2, 3… Janet was already rolled on her stomach and starting to get to all four; 4, 5… Janet was on all four and starting to stand; 6, 7… Janet was back up. The ref looked her over, giving her the mandatory before signaling for Lindsey to come back in. Now the audience was on their feet as the showboating Pelas thought she had the English girl but she was about to find out how dangerous and rather strong the slim brunette actually was.

While the second minute was spent in sniping range with Janet usually coming out on top given her reach advantage, as minute three was entered it was the beginning of the end for Lindsey Pelas. Without mercy, Janet drove another partial uppercut into Lindsey Pelas’ stomach folding the poor American blonde before the brunette finally landed that finishing virtually decapitating uppercut to Pelas’ face - splitting her lip and rehashing a bleeding nose as Montgomery’s uppercut slightly lifted the 5’3” girl off the canvas and sprawled her back down flat.

Janet moved to a neutral corner and the ref began to count. Pelas laid motionless until 6 when she realized what was going on and urged her body with all her willpower to start getting up. 7, 8… Pelas was dazed and confused as she tried to get to her buckling knees; 9, 10… Lindsey Pelas was out!

Official Decision: Winner by KO5, Janet Montgomery!

AFTER:
It seemed the beginning of this Stable War was by no means over as Janet Montgomery took her own gloves off and tossed them to the canvas. Her blonde prey was still struggling when Janet decided to give her a hand by yanking her up by her hair until she was on her toes. Montgomery pushed Pelas against her own side’s turnbuckle before she started to plant jab after jab into each of Pelas’ breasts forcing her to yelp. Montgomery, smirking as Pelas’ corner pleaded with her to stop had a sinister idea come to mind.

“I think I know a way to put an end to the misery of a JMD competitor,” the English girl said and kneed Pelas in the stomach. She then grabbed the blonde’s tresses and brought her face to her own breasts and held her head up long enough for her to realize what was coming. Janet then pressed Pelas’ face into her own breasts and wrapped her arms in such a way to seal the smother.

Pleas, who barely had any fight left in her barely struggled although she did try to claw at Janet’s back until she finally passed out. Janet held the hold for a little longer to be sure and let Pelas collapse to the canvas. “You want your girl back - you can have her” Montgomery said with venom before kicking Pelas in the stomach so she’d end up rolled over facing her side’s turnbuckle.

Janet went to the center of the ring to raise her arms in victory as she was cheered on. After soaking up the win, Montgomery slipped out of the ring, giving a quick wink to Zooey Deschanel and made her way towards the locker rooms. Meanwhile, at the CWF corner, they had to use smelling salts to revive the throughly knocked out Pelas.

Janet Montgomery clearly made a statement with the start to the Stable War and put the Queens of Absolution on the board! The question was, how will the Celebrity Wrestling Federation respond?

Stable War: Queens of Absolution (1) vs. Celebrity Wrestling Federation (0)

Tale of the Tape:

Eiza González (18-26-0, 18 KO)
5'8, 32 years old

vs.

Tiera Skovbye (1-0-0, 1 KO)
5'10, 28 years old

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

Intro:
Madelaine Petsch stands from her seat with a microphone and steps back into the ring in her white dress with black and gold trimmings. She can’t help but be jubilant as her stable is winning, but the war is nowhere near over yet. To a cheering crowd Petsch says “let’s give it up for Keira Knightley and Natasha Calis!” The cheers were so deafening that the red haired girl almost regretted saying that. Madelaine, virtually yelling over the loudspeakers through the microphone, “And our next match is Eiza González of the Celebrity Wrestling Federation versus the girl who started it all: Tiera Skovbye of the Queens of Absolution. Will this be CWF’s first victory of the night? Or will this be another win for the Queens? Enough of me talking, let’s get them out here and ready to face each other!”

Madelaine once more slipped through the ropes and took her seat for the entrances of the two girls; Skovbye entering first ready to keep the Queens’ momentum rolling.

"AND NOW! Making her 45th 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 strut ringside with seemingly far more confidence than the circumstances might have dictated; with the Celebrity Wrestling Federation trailing by a significant margin early in the proceedings and things threatening to get totally out of hand. Skovbye was the woman of the hour, at least in her own mind; the woman whose antics sparked the evening in the first place. Already settled in her corner with a foot propped up on the ropes, Tiera simply yawned as Eiza locked eyes from outside the ropes and gave a catty snarl. While Skovbye and her corner continued to arrogantly joke and operate under the misguided impression that Skovbye intimidated the CWF corner, Eiza was pure business as she slid into the ring and taped up opposite the blonde.

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.

Skovbye rose off her stool and called Eiza center-ring with a domineering bark. Her long blonde hair was loose over her shoulders, perfectly framing her face as she beamed ear-to-ear with a sh*t-eating grin when Eiza followed her command. Skovbye proudly puffed out her chest in a forest green, strapless bra and matching panties that hugged her slender hips, wedging between her cheeks as she sashayed forward and bulled her way through the brunette. Pancaking her bosom against Eiza’s, the two locked in a breathtaking stare-down; the blonde looking down on González despite their formal divisional classifications. Breaking first with a dismissive scoff, Tiera leaned back and admired the diamond-colored “QUEENS” embroidered across the fist of her matching gloves.

“Don’t get comfortable up here, I’m gonna beat your ass right back down to the kiddie division…” Eiza hissed, her every word dripping with venom as Tiera simply giggled, cackling as she disrespectfully turned her back on González.

“What are we waiting for?! This pathetic b*tch doesn’t belong in the same ring as me for any longer than I see fit, so go ahead and ring the bell so I can snap my fingers and end her night…” Tiera screamed ringside, miming a ‘sweep’ motion in the direction of her corner; indicating she expected to make this a quick 3-0 lead for the Queens.

Round 1:
The festivities began with a preemptive victory lap from Skovbye; the blonde immediately turning her back on González for a second time and parading around the outskirts of the ropes to rile up the ringside faithful.

“Just because you can bully someone five inches shorter than you, doesn’t make you THAT b*tch… You’re a fuckin’ nobody in here!” González barked, keeping her distance and not firing on the preoccupied blonde so as not to gain an advantage that could be seen as ‘unfair’. She wanted Skovbye’s best, and to leave no doubt.

Even her corner began to tire of Tiera’s antics, finally reigning in their preening fighter and encouraging her to engage with an offering Eiza center ring. The blonde’s eye-roll was quickly slapped right off her face as González batted away a disrespectful, unenthusiastic jab from Skovbye, then stuffed a straight left down her throat. The blonde stumbled a handful of steps back, her gemstone bulbs bugging as she clutched her jaw, stamping her heel in frustration before volleying at González like an out of control spinning top. Tiera twirled through unbridled lefts and rights, each reckless strike whizzing past a balletic González who was in a full backpedal across the ring. The blonde’s wild flurry was finally stopped dead in its tracks by a gutting left uppercut from Eiza; the wide-eyed Canadian mewling as she awkwardly slumped forward, skewered over the brunette’s forearm.

Eiza attempted to rock sideways and spike a hellish right overhand into Skovbye’s temple, but the blonde alertly scattered, pinwheeling through another catastrophic right overhand that brushed over Eiza’s shoulder. The glancing blow still had enough force to knock Eiza off-course, deflecting the pursuant brunette just enough to see her call off her next attack; instead retreating with a spry bounce on her toes as Tiera continued to huff and vent her frustration. González takes the opener 10-9.

Round 2:
Able to regroup and calm down in her corner between rounds, Tiera was forced back into reality by her team. She wasn’t fighting Victoria Justice. She might be in for a dogfight, as much as they had refused to believe that was a possibility in the lead-up. The blonde responded with a diligent round of her own, continuing to swing for the fences but now with a more composed demeanor that allowed her to better track the slippery brunette. Despite their official classifications showing González was the Lightweight; Tiera in her tall, upright stance towered over the hunched brunette. González’s patience and movement was severely tested by the unhinged swings from the blonde, each threatening to decapitate the Sonora-native should she let down her guard even for a second.

After flexing and shunting away a tap-tap jab combination to her taut tummy, Tiera burst forward and corkscrewed through a meaty left hook; the brunette’s entire torso rocking sideways as the blow found her temple through a defensive forearm. Eiza stalled and grimaced before continuing to circle, forcing a grin as Tiera barked an unintelligible taunt her direction and arrogantly pumped her gloves together to entice González forward. González wisely ignored the bait, instead playing cat-and-mouse with the eager blonde in hopes that her belligerent home run swings would take their toll eventually. Tiera takes with the only significant offense of the round, 10-9.

Round 3:
The third round was more of the same, only the script flipped back to favor the steady brunette. Tiera’s brash, barbaric style dictated most of the exchanges, but when she was missing, the blonde floundered. As another clumsy, sidewinding left hand whooshed over Eiza’s head, the brunette dove forward and hooked the blonde’s hip; tearing through her exposed midsection with a trio of meaty right uppercuts. Tiera sputtered and gagged as Eiza sank leather into her navel, driving her into the ropes before polishing her chin with a sneaky left uppercut, sprawling the towering blonde over the top ropes. Tiera hoarsely grunt as she sloshed off the springy outskirts, drunkenly drifting center-ring as Eiza followed with a watchful eye. Feigning as if she was going to waltz into Skovbye’s airspace, the blonde coiled and swerved through another volatile right overhand, spiking right where Eiza would’ve been had she followed. This cornered blonde was still mighty dangerous. The two trade rounds, with Skovbye taking the second 10-9 and González taking the third by the same score.

Round 4:
With her corner starting to become visibly frustrated at Tiera’s inability to secure a knockout they felt was inevitable, the CWF corner was as poised as ever. Much like the first, Skovbye emerged energized with a lust for blood; slinging wild, unrelenting overhands and hooks as González tried to match her approach and dodge every hellfire missile one-by-one. With Eiza on her heels, Tiera pinwheeled through a straight left that finally caught meat, rocking Eiza as it pierced her breast and slung her into the ropes. The wounded brunette winced as she ducked behind her forearms, curling against the wall as Tiera unleashed a desperate volley. González’s taut frame twisted and curled as she was bludgeoned by a left uppercut to the navel, savage spiked right to the heart, then an awkward club to the side of her chin. The slumped brunette buckled as the last snapped her neck sideways, her knee folding inward and nearly spilling to her ass as Tiera kept the pressure pouring on, plastering her to the ropes.

Still deftly peeking through her forearms, González dipped through another head shot and retaliated with a biting left hook to the blonde’s slender, exposed ribs. Tiera squealed in frustration, but coiled another; once again swinging over top and being gutted by another jab to the belly. Eiza sagged against the ropes sucking wind as the blonde was forced to backpedal, sputtering herself as the round petered out before Tiera could floor the brunette. 10-8, Skovbye.

Round 5:
The break would prove far too short for González, as Skovbye picked up right where she left off with another thunderous overhand that immediately cracked Eiza’s splintering guard. Rather than backing off, the defiant brunette instead pushed the confounded blonde, ripping a left-right into her modest bosom before cocking a loaded left of her own. Tiera skid sideways, holding her tits with a pained expression etched across her twisted features; but just before Eiza could unload her seismic overhand, the ever-alert blonde snapped a tight jab across the brunette’s hanging jaw. González’s upper half sloshed limp as her overhand dissipated into thin-air, gurgling as she stumbled forward and skewered herself over a debilitating rising uppercut to the solar plexus.

“HHHOOHHHNNGGGGGHHH” The brunette hoarsely mewled, her plump cheeks devouring the string of her thong as her ass jut skyward, gagging her gum-shield between her legs as Tiera peeled her off with disgust.

The shattered brunette rudderlessly drifted sideways as Tiera pulled back and polished her glove, kissing her mitt before capping the same devilish one-two combination that floored Victoria Justice just two months ago. González’s skull snapped 90-degrees sideways as Skovbye mercilessly strode through a crippling uppercut to the bottom of her chin, lifting her to her tippy toes before pooling flat on her belly, folded awkwardly over her own arms.

“Flyweight, Bantamweight, Lightweight… They’re just words. I OWN you at any Division, chica!” Tiera lurched forward and barked in Eiza’s ear, punctuating her point by planting a heel on her shoulder and kicking the twitching brunette to her back.

1… 2… 3… 4… “Whoopsie!” Tiera grinned, feigning remorse as her little shoulder-roll spilled Eiza out of her belted tube top. The blonde was halfway through her victory lap when González lulled to her shoulder, grimacing and somehow struggling to all fours.

5… 6… 7… Skovbye hammered her heel and shrieked in frustration as González hit her feet at 7, nodding along to the official’s instructions before being allowed to continue.

The remainder of Tiera’s round was largely spent showboating, dancing circles around the listless brunette, and spewing obscenities toward the CWF corner. Skovbye pranced through a few more audacious knockout attempts, but González had the foresight to see them coming and stall until the bell. Another dominating round for Skovbye, and she takes control with another 10-8 round.

Round 6:
Before the sixth round bell, Skovbye was already back on the hunt; prowling González’s corner and luring her into a trap by keeping her hands crossed down around her waist.

“Come on, free shot!” Skovbye sneered, leaning forward and offering her chin to the woozy brunette.

Eiza took the bait, but only to the naked eye; coiling a colossal, phony left hand that got Tiera to flinch. At the first sign of an extended wind-up, Tiera revoked her offer; slinging a rangy right hand toward Eiza’s jaw. Only Eiza had broken off her ambitious left. Instead, the brunette stalled and let Tiera’s snare come up empty; the blonde floundering as she swung, missed and left her rib cage open for a ruthless shiv from González. Skovbye hoarsely squealed and recoiled, awkwardly bent sideways with her mouth touching the floor as she held her pulsing side. Pushing through the suffocating pain, the blonde pinwheeled through another pair of overhands, each coming up woefully short as Eiza bobbed out of range with the roll of her shoulders; only to slide forward and spike a straight left into the center of Skovbye’s slender sternum.

The blonde sputtered and gagged her mouthpiece to the mat, her wide bulbs pooling as her knees buckled, staggering sideways into the ropes. González’s corner erupted into a frenzy as Skovbye continued to be dissected, whipping another left hook toward Eiza’s shoulder only to have it arrogantly swatted away. González’s once-twisted features were resolute and expressionless as she shadowed the drifting blonde; darting left for a straight right to the navel, then back right for a thumping sweeper to the tits. The Canadian’s towering frame slowly angled and warped as Eiza poured meticulous, penetrating body shots into her abdomen; the blonde finally spilling into the corner post and messily dribbling a stream of drool down her chest as she desperately gulped down oxygen. Tiera’s sternum swelled with sharp, abbreviated breaths before a meaty right hook buried into her heart, flattening her tits and collapsing the exasperated blonde flat on her face.

“Get your ass up… I decide when I’m done with you…” González insolently hissed, standing over the squirming blonde as she piled up in the corner.

1… 2… 3… Skovbye was in a losing battle with her own body, her legs noodling as she desperately commanded them to stiffen and help her stand.

4… 5… 6… 7… 8… First rolling to a seat, then lifting upright with the aid of the ropes, the winded blonde meticulously made her way upright; exhaustedly whimpering as she placed hands on hips while the official looked her over.

Skovbye’s first effort after the restart was a pathetic one; attempting to lasso the spirited brunette and pull her into a clinch before being force-fed another disdainful straight left to the liver. Tiera spilled drunkenly into the corner once again, gagging and hooking the top rope with the crook of her armpit before being washed over by González’s tidal wave. Eiza erupted on the shell-shocked blonde, twisting through a one-two pair of left hooks that nearly bifurcated the gaunt, splayed Skovbye. Tiera curled into a standing fetal position, feebly whimpering as González drove the fight fully out of her with left hook, straight right, overhand, uppercut, and a final vicious spike that petitioned the official to step in and save Skovbye from the onslaught.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 6, EIZAAAA GONZZZZÁLEZZZ!!!!"


Post Fight:
After using her corner to remove her gloves, Eiza straddled the slumped, fetal Skovbye; the blonde refusing to make eye contact with González much to the delight of the brunette.

“Before they come and drag you back down to play with the Flyweights, you owe me something. You gave Victoria ‘something to remember you by’, now I want my prize…”

Having not forgotten the fifth round, nor the humiliation the Queens had seen fit to dole out in the prior two contests, Eiza draped herself over Tiera and began clawing at the strapless bra banded around her chest; not stopping until she yanked the bunched material over Tiera’s head. Skovbye helplessly blubbered and squealed as Eiza twisted two sets of digits around her disheveled locks, lifting the sobbing blonde to her feet and traipsing around the outskirts of the ring with the Canadian in-tow. With little more than a makeshift armbra, Tiera was mortified as she was awkwardly hunched and shown off to the crowd, finally taking all she could stand and ripping an anemic elbow into González’s midsection.

“Oh kitten, bad idea…” Eiza gruffly pant, slinging Tiera spine-first into the corner post. The blonde wailed as her naked upper half sprawled over the ropes, her mouth hanging agape before González crow-hopped forward and slung a vicious, bare-knuckle spike overhand into her jaw. Tiera’s skull snapped sideways as a tremendous clap of flesh rang out; her lithe, topless frame pitching and convulsing with spasms as she slid down to a graceless, slumped seat on her ass, completely unconscious.

“Am I still ‘not a THREAT’, you delusional nobody?!” González hissed, tracing the Queens sidelines until she pressed nose-to-chin with Zooey Deschanel.

“Exactly which of your ZERO career wins qualifies you to talk boxing? Why don’t you hand the press duties back to [Amy] Acker, at least she competed when she fought… If I need advice on how to STILL be a snobby b*tch despite never winning in a decade long career, I'll come to you."

"OKAY, Eiza, she's had enough..." A calming voice rang out from the CWF ringside box; none other than Natascha McElhone calling off the dogs.

A tongue-tied Deschanel could only bristle and stamp her heel on the apron; preparing to take a swipe at the preening brunette before thinking better of it.


Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (1) vs. Queens of Absolution (2)

Tale of the Tape:

Katrina Bowden (3-9-0, 3 KO)
5'9, 34 years old

vs.

Krysten Ritter (2-8-0, 2 KO)
5'9, 41 years old

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 13th appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Wyckoff, New Jersey native, standing 5 foot 9, weighing in at 125 pounds, KATRINA BOWWWWDEN!!"

Proudly dawning the Celebrity Wrestling Federation's lewd, standard attire; Bowden confidently gloved up in her corner while a few trainers kept her tucked into her garb through the shadow boxing routine. Bowden's pert, glistening chest was wrapped tightly in a thin-banded, pale pink tube top; her golden stems split by a cheeky string thong that peeked out just below the frayed, high-rise edge of her playful skirt.

Ritter answered with a crimson, strapless leather bra that hugged her pert, porcelain chest. The raven-haired beauty wore her hair loose; framing her pale, glistening cheeks as she wandered halfway out of her corner in an effort to intimidate the preening blonde. Much to her chagrin, Bowden failed to take much notice of her shadowy presence, or at least pretended not to. Like those before her, she slipped into a pair of matte black gloves; “QUEENS” embroidered in gold along the knuckles.

Having stormed back from an early deficit, the Celebrity Wrestling Federation found themselves level in this seesaw affair; now turning to one of their hottest fighters to seize the critical fifth bout. Despite a pitiful record that wasn’t all too dissimilar from Ritter’s, Bowden had strung together a pair of wins in her last two; one of which was a colossal upset over Alexandra Daddario. Given her age advantage, the CWF was just as confident in Bowden as the Queens appeared to be in Ritter.

Round 1/2:
While Bowden might have been the younger and more spry of the two, Ritter was far more practiced in the last two months; even if most of that work came in losses. Almost to a fault, Ritter was frighteningly explosive; vaulting halfway across the ring with each of her violent volleys as though she was trying to end the fight with a single punch. And if the shouts of her corner were any indication, she was. Bowden, to her credit, had seen far greater power than Ritter’s throughout her career. Though, most of it had left her seeing stars and blinking up at the rafters.

Katrina was kept on her back foot throughout the first two rounds, finagling for very little in the way of offense as Ritter purposefully trudged after the skittish blonde and swung repeated, reckless clubs into her cracking guard. Very few crammed all the way through, but the abrasiveness of her onslaught was enough to steal the optics and tilt them in Krysten’s favor. Nothing much to write home about from Bowden, and Ritter takes the first two rounds each 10-9.

Round 3:
Seemingly giving her gloves a break and letting the ego shine for a while, Krysten Ritter did more jawing in this frame than punching. Frustrated with the blonde’s patience thus far, Krysten was trying to taunt Bowden into opening herself up for a titanic highlight-reel; another Queen who chose to play with their food rather than eating it. Given her record, the brunette’s words carried little weight; much more fit to come from someone in the upper echelon than someone in Ritter’s beleaguered position. Katrina had the wit to realize this, instead answering each attempted barb with a piston to the brunette’s slender abdomen to shut her up. Permitted to find a puncher’s rhythm, Katrina poured on the leather late; yo-yo’ing Krysten between a trio of overhands to the shielded temple just as time expired. Katrina nabs her first round, 10-9.

Round 4:
Castigated by her corner for taking the last round off, Krysten came out ready to wallop to start the fourth; erupting with a two-tap combo to the blonde’s perky chest just as they shuffled to meet. Bowden squealed as her tits were flattened, palming her underboob as Ritter ducked and rounded a looping overhand into Kat’s pursed lips. The blonde’s tightly braided pony tail whipped through the air as her skull snapped backwards; her bulbs plastered wide as she buckled and drunkenly wobbled into the post at her hip. Bowden’s high-rise skirt rode up around her belly button as her gangly frame twisted and squirmed against the turnbuckle; sagging as she curled behind her forearms and hid behind desperate, balletic movements to avoid the hurricane of leather from Ritter. Huffing with exhaustion after clubbing a bony wall for 60 seconds, Ritter began to pick her spots more carefully; sneaking some seeing-eye jabs through to Kat’s ribs to at least claw some more points out of the round. Bowden ends the round in a bad way, but survives. Krysten takes back full control, 10-8.

Round 5:
Finally able to unveil her much-improved counter game, Katrina saddled the previously unfettered brunette with a hint of doubt as she dipped beneath an early overhand and speared Ritter’s vulnerable navel; doubling and wounding Krysten to the point she was forced to slink away. Ritter’s lurching punches lacked the same substance when thrown from her back foot, and with the runway cleared of debris, Bowden approached in a near-sprint as Krysten was batted into the ropes.

The blonde poured a lightning-quick left into the brunette’s bosom, drilling the wind out of her sails before twisting a high-low set of hooks into her left side; dotting her abdomen with a pair of meaty thwacks. Ritter’s bulbs drooped in their sockets as her arms lulled around her waist, sagging well below her statuesque full-height as she scrunched gracelessly against the half-wall. Bowden was relentless as she dunked repeated uppercuts into the brunette’s hips and abdomen, finally rising with a crunchy left hook that snapped against Krysten’s gaping jaw, sloshing her into the turnbuckle. Her corner desperately pleaded to shell up for the last fifteen seconds, clumsily ducking and rolling as Katrina cranked into a fever-pitch to finish her off; lumping wild flurries up and down her abdomen before the bell finally saved Ritter. An impressive late gasp from Bowden turns this into a big round, 10-8.

Round 6:
After a commanding round in which Krysten simply looked out of gas, Bowden once again advertised the frightening athleticism that gave Daddario fits; darting around a sluggish, looping left from Ritter and ripping a biting hook into her lower rib cage. Ritter’s mouth fell open as she gagged her mouthpiece to the mat; a stream of drool dribbling along with it as she fumbled to catch the rubber gumshield while staggering diagonally away from the stalking blonde. In deep trouble, Ritter twirled through a set of twisting hooks, each whooshing past Bowden’s smirking features before she slid into another vicious straight left. Krysten squealed as her pale chest took the brunt, hoarsely wailing as she folded into the ropes at her side and crudely swiped again at Bowden.

With little meat behind Krysten’s spiritless rabbit punch, Katrina strode right through it undeterred; face-washing the slumping brunette with her left palm before trumpeting a pair of savage right hooks into her navel. Ritter’s midsection folded and scrunched, mewling as she was gutted in rapid succession; finally allowed to tilt forward into a sweeping left cross that snapped her lights completely out. The raven-haired beauty tipped gently to her toes before careening forward like a felled redwood, her lashes fluttering before she sprawled flat on her belly at the blonde’s feet.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… The slumbering actress softly pitched with light, rocking convulsions as Bowden straddled her hip; miming as though she was checking her watch as the official curtly went through the count.

8… 9… 10!!! She’s done!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 6, KATRINAAAAA BOWWWWDENNN!!!!"


Post Fight:
After a quick jaunt around the ring with her hands raised high, Bowden completed the lap and landed right back over Ritter; shaking out of one of her gloves and taking a heavy seat atop the slumbering brunette’s lower back. With a toothy smile, the blonde twisted her digits around a clump of Ritter’s tangled, matted locks; yanking her torso off the canvas and proudly displaying the loopy actress’ flushed features to her home-half of the arena.

Sliding her hand down Krysten’s sweat-slicked chest, Bowden hooked the underside of her strapless bra and rose off Krysten’s spine to her feet; in one motion spilling the brunette out of her top and dangling the twitching Ritter at her hip. Krysten awkwardly propped on her knees as the band of her strapless bra caught the crooks of her armpits, hanging limply at Katrina’s side as the blonde proudly displayed her trophy.


Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (3) vs. Queens of Absolution (2)

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Saraya:
(23, 5’8”, 120lbs, 3:6 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Stana:
(44, 5’9”, 126lbs, 17:4 FCBA, Knockout Babes)

BEFORE:
Madelaine Petsch, in her tight white dress embroidered in black and gold once more found herself in the ring as both fighters stood in their corners respectfully to her. Stana, like those who also flew under the CWF flag, wearing a thin-banded tube top belted around her sternum with her string thong with - her hair however, tightly-braided in pigtails. Saraya, wearing her iconic purple and black trimmed leather bra and black booty shorts with black boots and black gloves - all matching her complexion in every sense of the word. Both ladies, their respective sides, and the audience, listening to the red haired Queen at the center of the ring.

“This event has gone unexpected to say the least,” Petsch said, “the Queens held the lead for the majority of the night, the CWF caught up, and now we’re at a deciding match.” Madelaine looked at both girls before continuing, “two flagship fighters: Stana Katic from the Celebrity Wrestling Federation; and Saraya from the Queens of Absolution.” As Madelaine made her way towards the ring ropes to slip out: “let this be the deciding match. May the best woman win.”

The ref waves both girls over. Stana very aware of what Elyse Levesque did last match and Janet Montgomery did the first match, remained guarded. “What’s wrong Katic, think I’m going to knock you out now?” the Norwich, England girl taunted. “Don’t worry pumpkin, I’ll draw it out for you” she continued.

Before anything could happen, the ref gave the final rules and sent them to their corners. With the sound of the bell, HERE WE GO WITH TEN ROUNDS OF LIGHTWEIGHT ACTION!

Round 01:
Stana Katic out cautiously while Saraya out not even with her guard up - circling Katic as if she was nothing but a prey for the Norwich woman. CWF’s flagship fighter versus the third Queen of the Queens. Stana went in first aiming for Saraya’s taut abs; her fist bouncing off the pale wall that was Saraya’s midsection. Saraya smirked and then threw three jabs into Katic’s jaw, snapping her head back. Katic responded with a punch to Saraya’s left breast earning a yelp from the English girl who went for a straight jab in Stana’s nose - SMASHING it in and dripping blood.

Katic responded with two jabs to Saraya’s ribs earning a grunt from the English girl, who SLAMMED an uppercut into Stana’s solar plexus with a loud THUD that stopped her in her tracks as hot breath escaped her much to the delight of Saraya. A followup uppercut to the chin staggered Stana back dangerously close to the ropes. Saraya closed the distance and pounced with a head turning haymaker to the left cheek that tail spinned Stana who was now holding the ropes to keep herself upright.

In Katic’s corner, they were yelling at her to get back into the match while Saraya - ever so confident, just backed off and waited for Katic’s next move like she was playing a game. Stana recovered after a fair bit of time passed and surprised Saraya with an uppercut to the jaw of her own before sending two straights into the professional wrestler’s abs. Saraya parried a fourth incoming assault that completely went by her face and sent two pistons into Katic’s navel, another straight into Stana’s sternum, and a straight right into the left eye of Katic as the bell rang to sound the end of the round.

Saraya’s tactics may have cost her a wide lead, but she still did win the round by a close margin.

Round 02:
Already bruised by Saraya, the CWF boxer was being worked on and her eye especially being taken a close look at. On the other hand, at the Queens corner, Saraya was pretty unscathed and just waiting for the second round which she would get.Bell sounds and round two begins. Boxers out from their corners slowly - seeing who will make the first move. Katic having flashbacks to seeing Stacy Keibler slaughtered by Elyse Levesque; the same confidence and most definitely the same overwhelming strength - Saraya’s a wrestler after all and Elyse an actress but Saraya has the intelligence in the ring virtually no one else has; she’s been it as a wrestler and now as a boxer for nearly all her life. Stana would have to play smart to not meet the same fate as Keibler did.

Saraya launches a few missiles towards Katic but quick footwork sees them flyby harmlessly. Stana follows up with jabs to Saraya’s arms. Make her arms hurt, make her hits hurt a lot less. It was a good idea in theory anyways. It seemed footwork was paying off as Saraya was missing more during the round until a SMASHING right to the ribs caught Stana off guard. Stana quickly raised her guard to protect her face from Saraya but it was no use as Norwich girl punched right through it and landed an uppercut once more to the jaw snapping Katic’s head back. Stana’s head was becoming a punching bag for Saraya. Katic returned the favor with an uppercut of her own to the unguarded chin of Saraya which ended the round on a high note for Stana.

Thanks to good footwork and aggressiveness, Katic took the round close on points.

Round 03:
Saraya annoyed with Stana Katic came out swinging as round three began; landing a haymaker to the jaw of Stana in the opening that tail spinned her towards the right but before the Norwich girl could follow up, Stana regained her footing and once more with footwork dodged an incoming assault from Saraya and returned fire with jabs to Saraya’s body.

This round simply just played out with Saraya landing power hits and Katic responding with excellent footwork and multiple shots to the body that racked up the points.

Racking up body shots and the excellent footwork that allowed her the stay upright during those power hits from Saraya, allowing her to come ahead by a wide margin for the round.

Round 04:
Katic confident in her corner against the Queen’s third prized fighter in her corner while Saraya was in her corner bruiting and berating. Of course, she had a plan for the next round as Katic seemed to have caught on to her in some form and wasn’t playing around. When the bell sounded, Saraya quickly made her way across the ring before Stana was virtually out of her corner and PLUNGED her fist into Katic’s stomach forcing a gag reflex and pushing her back towards the turnbuckle before sending a right haymaker into Stana’s left temple - tossing her into the turnbuckle at her own corner.

“Come on! I want to rearrange that face, pumpkin!” the Norwich girl screamed at CWF’s flagship fighter. Katic, not liking the disrespect, tossed a left towards Saraya - big mistake; the English girl parried the attack and jabbed Katic’s sternum putting her up against her own turnbuckle before sending an uppercut that snapped Katic’s head like a punching bag between the turnbuckle and Saraya’s black glove.

Katic forcing the clinch around Saraya’s taut body or face a shutout, the ref steps in to reset the two girls much to the disdain of the Queens girl.

“This is the best the CWF has to offer? I feel like I need to send your management a message.” Saraya taunted.

“I wouldn’t talk, we did put Krysten on her knees,” Katic yelled back catching Saraya by surprise as she sent her own haymaker into Saraya’s face angering the British girl who had an expression of shock.

“Well, Elyse throughly dismantled your so-called welterweight and I’m sure the CWF fans enjoyed that show. Oh, and this is for that hit to the jaw.” As Saraya said that she gave a one-two jab to Stana’s face - through her guard and right into the nose and eye that had been attacked earlier which was rewarded with a yelp, a smashing of Katic’s left breast, and a punch into Katic’s midriff all ol which pushed her back again dangerously close to the ropes.

Before Saraya could capitalize however, the round came to an end.

Saraya wins the round on points, wide.

Round 05/06:
Rounds five and six were brawls and although it was clear that Saraya had the raw strength to command the ring throughout each encounter, Stana had the footwork. Round five saw Stana return to sending jabs and getting out of Saraya’s range before she could respond until it came to an end with her winning on points by a wide margin.

On the other hand, round six saw nearly the opposite, after an attempt to get the footwork down, Saraya pounced on her opponent and tossed her about the right with a powerful offense that showed why she was to be feared. Stana was left bruised and bloodied after the round was over and we were just only over the halfway point!

Round 07:
The beginning of the end for Stana Katic. One punch - one jab into the Norwich girl’s solar plexus and hell broke loose inside the ring. Saraya, tired of Katic’s insolence of standing up to her, threw several jabs at the sternum followed by an uppercut to the jaw and nose with such force that it brought Katic to her toes and finally, a finishing haymaker to send the barely conscious Stana Katic to the canvas. Moving to a neutral corner, the ref began the count and as minute two reached its halfway point, STANA KATIC WAS OUT!

Official Decision: Winner by KO7, Saraya!

AFTER:
Never get in the ring with Saraya, piss her off, and expect it to end well. She ripped her boxing gloves off and the audience was about to be treated to a wrestling show. She walked over to Katic and kicked her in the side to roll her on her stomach. “That kick, was just because I wanted to” Saraya barked. “This, this, you’ll never forget.”

Saraya got Stana Katic onto her back, grabbed hold of both of her ankles, and held her legs up followed by crossing Katic’s legs around her own leg and turning Katic onto her tummy. Saraya held the leg lock by trapping Stana’s foot between her thigh and torso, leaning forward and hooking both of Katic’s arms before leaning back and picking her off the canvas in a modified scorpion crosslock.

The scream from Katic who had never been put in such a brutal wrestling hold was deafening while Saraya made sure the CWF fans had a great view of their suffering favorite boxer. On the Queen’s side, a chant of “Tap Out” had began. The first time Stana tried, Saraya just yanked her back even more, ripping the delicate cloth of the tube top over her left breast and when she tried the second time Saraya pretended she didn’t feel it. Instead, she turned to give the Queens’ crowd a good look before finally on the third attempt to tap out - Saraya dropped her to the canvas.

Saraya yanked Katic’s hair and whispered into her ear, “remember that the next time you challenge a Queen.”

With that she stepped out of the ring to be greeted by the entirety of the Queens of Absolution including Amy Acker and Zooey Deschanel all of whom were jubilant at Saraya’s win - cementing the Queens of Absolution’s lead.

Stable War: Queens of Absolution (4) vs. Celebrity Wrestling Federation (3)