CBAD: Amber Nova vs. Alexa Bliss

Tale of the Tape:

Amber Nova (2-1-0, 2 KO)
5'4, 31 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Alexa Bliss (0-3-0)
5’1, 32 years old
Free Agent

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

Intro:
“AND NOW! Making her 4th appearance in the ring under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the South Carolina native, standing 5 foot 4, weighing in at 105 pounds, AMBERRRR NOOOOOVA!!”

Outfits:
Amber Nova’s chiseled frame was made for the skimpy CWF attire; her sleek, rippling abdomen tightly strung up in a thin-banded tube top that mushroomed her perky B-cups tightly to her swelling sternum, her slender hips bit into by a high-waisted string thong that split her plump, bronzed cheeks and disappeared between their folds. The fidgety Nova’s face flushed with sheepishness over her lewd attire as she slid into the ring, settling into her corner and sweeping her long, braided locks over a shoulder.

Alexa Bliss took the showmanship category with ease over her ‘greener’ wrestling counterpart; her entrance dwarfing Nova’s in the theatrics department. Unfortunately for her, this effort had yet to translate into this particular style of ring. An understudy in the wrestling ring, Nova had already surpassed Bliss in the boxing square; her two wins this year far more than Alexa had amassed in her six as an independent fighter. Bliss had a slightly more stocky, but still unbelievably toned abdomen; her tight, compact frame dawning a more modest and colorful push-up bra and booty shorts that hugged her plump backside. Her pink ensemble was sprinkled with sparklers; her long, platinum locks tied back in a pony tail as she slid into matching neon gloves.

Round 1:
Nova, who undeniably looked up to Bliss outside the ring, had no room to do so here. With a hampering twinkle of awe in her eyes, a sluggish start cost the redhead as Bliss laid waste to her timid counterpart in the first two minutes. In what could easily be reclassified as a battle of the abs in the final minute, Nova and Bliss brutally traded ferocious gut punches; each trying to separate the other’s torso from their hips as they sawed through flexing muscle with alternating hooks and body blows. Nova was the first to balk; gagging as a full-throttle uppercut hooked beneath her solar-plexus and lifted her off her toes. Slinging Bliss out of her lap, the redhead was forced to turn-tail and scamper away to lick her wounds; conceding the opener to the fiery blonde. Bliss takes a frisky first, 10-9.

Round 2/3:
A thorough pounding seemed to settle Nova in; as her respectful cautiousness gave way to a much needed arrogance at the behest of her corner coach, McElhone. Amber took unwavering control of the ring; lashing heavy hooks and crosses through Bliss’ flushed features and handcuffing the stumpy game of her shorter opponent. Bliss’ compact frame was hammered with kidney and rib shots, buckled by wicked underhands, and hollowed out by a renewed focus on smashing through her concrete abdomen at every opportunity. Nova poked and prodded with straight jabs in the last minute; attempting to shuck her diminutive oyster with sharp, biting overhands as the two danced into the ropes. A thunderous crack drew a vibration from the crowd as Nova snuck a meteoric right through to Bliss’ cheek; snapping the blonde back into her own corner as the fleshy echo punctuated a strong round from the South Carolina native.

After a 10-8 second for Nova, Alexa responded with a grinding muck-fest; dragging an unwilling Nova into the mud with clinch after clinch in the third. Nova’s in-ring stamina and acumen was nowhere near her blonde counterpart’s; as she struggled with the gropey nature of Bliss’ counter-attack. It was far from pretty, but Alexa levels the scoring with a veteran third, 10-9.

Round 4/5:
With Nova eeking ahead after a hotly contested fourth, Bliss looked to be hitting a wall mentally. Increasingly frustrated at her inability to overpower the wiry redhead, Alexa settled for an ill-advised homerun swing; twirling through a colossal right hand that sent her awkwardly pinwheeling over Amber’s ducking head. Nova didn’t need the red carpet rolled out but she took it anyway; rising behind a screwdriver uppercut that flattened the blonde’s swelling rack flat to her sternum. Bliss erupted with a wounded squeal as Nova sliced a pair of lefts across her jaw; silencing the blonde and rocking her into the ropes. Alexa twisted an arm over the top rope as Amber swept consecutive bombs just past her temple; finally finagling her way through oncoming traffic to hug Nova around the hips and churn her way off the ropes. Nova drummed clumsy hammer-fists off the small of Bliss’ bent back before the official peeled them apart; resetting the tangled pair center ring.

Amber had found her pop as she whizzed another handful of bitter straight lefts into the blonde’s lips; leaving Alexa starry-eyed and wobbling as the round came to a close. Nova storms in front with 10-9 and 10-8 rounds.

Round 6:
After the redhead looked to be in full control with two straight, Bliss finally showed her mettle. Mirroring a WWE squash match, Bliss bludgeoned and slung Nova from post-to-post with reckless abandon; tearing through her midsection with a flurry of fancy hooks and uppercuts until the taller Diva was slumped in the corner gagging for air. Nova’s throaty squeals pierced Alexa’s grunts of exertion; the fleshy *CLAP* of her repeated gut punches each eliciting a groan from the crowd as Nova was bisected at the waist for a full thirty seconds. Her flexing abdomen spasmed as Alexa sank punches deeper and deeper into her waistline, snaring the band of her string thong for leverage as she pulled Nova into each rippling uppercut.

Finally hooking one of Bliss’ shoulders, Nova balletically traded places with the blonde and sliced a rising uppercut into her chin; rattling Alexa’s pearly white teeth. Her grimace was quickly replaced with a snarl as Bliss yo-yo’d a pair of looping overhands into Nova’s lips; sending her into a pinwheel backpedal. A fiery left cross from an awakened Amber dotted the bell, but it wasn’t enough to erase the opening minute salvo. Bliss starts to come on strong with her first dominant round, 10-8.

Round 7:
Bliss was understandably emboldened by the desperation she’d squeezed out of Nova to end the last round; feeling as though every second she could hang around meant she was indeed the faster and fitter fighter. Looking to continue to stamp that doubt into Nova, the blonde raised to her tippy toes and stalked the slumping redhead; lashing with a pair of bitter crosses that just whizzed past her temple before corking another plunging overhand. Bliss fully extended to her front foot and roped her right hand over the South Carolina native’s shoulder; grunting as Nova artfully slid beneath and crunched a paralyzing uppercut into her rib cage. The blonde mewled as her stumpy, toned midsection rippled with flesh and muscle, laboring for a split second before Nova washed a ruthless left through her chin.

Alexa gurgled as her head was snapped sideways, sloshing with a mist of drool as her mouthpiece was ejected through the bottom and middle ropes. The fluttering blonde spasmed with a quick convulsion as her lower half went rigid; shimmying before spilling messily to her backside.

1… 2… The official craned over Bliss for just a quick 2-count as her arms flung over her head; her chest swelling with abbreviated pants as she blankly stared skyward.

SHE’S DONE, SHE’S OUT COLD!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 7, AMBERRRR NOOOOOOOVAAA!!!!"