Eiza Gonzales versus Vita Sidorkina

Tale of the Tape:

Eiza González (26-28-0, 26 KO)
5'8, 34 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Vita Sidorkina (1-4-0, 1 KO)
5’8, 30 years old
Free Agent

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 55th 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’s taut, sculpted frame was custom-contoured for the micro ring garb she’d been carefully poured into. Her dark, golden skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat as she seductively crouched through the ropes, shimmying the slightly offset bandeau top belted 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-white string thong flossed between her cheeks. She tossed her braided pony tail over her shoulder and beamed an infectious smile as she rose; her honey brown bulbs gleaming through heavy, smoky eye-shadow as she rapped her gloves together and readied for the bell.

The slender, sinewy Russian was clad in a similar attire; an equally thin bandeau top strapped tightly around her modest chest. A high-waisted thong arched over the curve of her hips, matching the pale yellow of her tube top and gloves. The model’s platinum-blonde locks were tightly braided into pigtails; grinning as she hit a runway-strut and slid into the ring right behind Eiza.

Round 1:
González was in the midst of by far the best stretch of her career; winning six in a row and climbing to No. 13 in the Lightweight rankings. Felling Lima, Hendricks, and McKinney, among others; the gifted athleticism of the Sonora native was starting to finally shine under CWF tutelage. After what The Federation had done with Stana Katic at Lightweight, it seemed Eiza was next up behind her stablemate.

Sidorkina hadn’t been given much of a look after her strong debut against Ela Kawalec, but at just 30 years old, the model had all the promise in the world to succeed where dozens of other Sports Illustrated models already had. In the first, that athletic promise was smothered out by the stifling pressure of a far more experienced González. With twice as many fights in the last year and a half as Vita had in her career, the brunette effortlessly controlled the pace through sheer comfortability; hardly allowing the blonde to get anything off. Eiza waltzes to a 10-9 opener.

Round 2/3:
Sidorkina continued to look listless in the face of Eiza’s heaviness; spending the first minute on her heels being peppered before turning something of a corner. Eiza was practically salivating for a finish as she buzzed around the answerless blonde; completely unbothered until a blistering hook came out of nowhere and pounded the underside of her bust. Caught in quicksand and winded for the first time, the last thirty seconds was a full-frontal assault from the blonde.

Vita carried her siege into the third, now sprung on her toes as she carved through Eiza’s flimsy hands. A tap-tap to the nose cracked González’s seemingly impenetrable shell; raising her hands to her chin and allowing the blonde to PULSE her midsection with a bludgeoning straight right. Eiza gagged as her left breast was STAMPED; her chest caving in, taut belly spasming with exasperated breaths as she rolled into the ropes. The previously harnessed model came alive, barreling into Eiza and raking a side-winding one-two through her ribs. A chunking left hammered off her hip, navel, ribs, rack; Eiza mewling as her frame twisted and writhed against the outskirts. A guttural grunt pierced the claps of leather as Vita slid out and scooped a WICKED uppercut into Eiza’s tear-dropping chest; whipping the slumped brunette into the corner as she curled away and cradled her bust. González ate a wicked, scything left at the bell; a mouthful of crimson drool spraying the canvas as she nearly dropped to a knee in the aftermath. The Russian STORMS back into the fight, taking the second and third 10-9, 10-8.

Round 4/5:
Eiza’s arrogance had transformed into resentment as Vita continued to try and wrestle away the reins; the mid-ring trades growing more catty by the second, forcing the official to earn his salary in breaking them up. Eiza struggled to keep her increasingly sheer-white bandeau from falling around her waist; tugging on the sagging material before just about every exchange. Sidorkina still had all the same enthusiasm, but couldn’t bottle the success she’d found in the third; every one of her offensive forays ending up in a clumsy whiff and desperation clinch. Eiza on the other hand was fueled by the emotional injection; her rebuttals crisply cutting through the blonde’s unpolished attack and earning her a few boisterous counters that stole the round.

With two stunning, unflinching, nearly identical physiques, it was the brunette’s experience that finally earned her an opening. After four rounds of looking for tells, Eiza finally picked up on a subconscious combination from the blonde. Vita’s right hand hung at her waist, holstered as she barged toward Eiza who was in a light backpedal. González had seen what came next a handful of times in the last three rounds; a looping right-left-right that had already dissected her midsection before, yet Sidorkina couldn’t help but return to the well. González sucked in her gut as the first cut through, swatting the attention-seeking left hand away and coming over the top with a BRUTAL right of her own before Vita could load her last; RIPPING her fist into the blonde’s lips. Sidorkina’s tanned stems turned to jelly as her head snapped straight back, wobbling bow-legged into the ropes before crashing to her backside.

1… 2… 3… 4… Vita skid to a messy seat, nearly tumbling through the ropes as she fell to one side and leaned on her hip. Eiza turned and mimed as though she was kicking dust onto the buried blonde; kissing her right glove as she strode back to her corner with an ear-to-ear grin.

5… 6… 7… The Russian whimpered as she dragged up the ropes with one arm, her bicep trembling before her grip gave out and she sloshed back to the mat.

8… 9… 10!!

“And your winner, by KO in Round 5, EIZAAAA GONZZZZÁLEZZZ!!!!”