Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 27, 2024 0:39:38 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape:
Eiza González (27-28-0, 27 KO)
5'8, 34 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
vs.
Paige Spiranac (13-8-0, 13 KO)
5’7, 31 years old
Carnation Creations
Former JMD Title Holder (2 Defenses)
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 56th 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.
Paige arrogantly smiled in González and McElhone’s direction as she sauntered into the ring on Eiza’s tail; wearing a spandex, blood-red micro bikini that clung like paint to her bronzed, sweat-soaked skin. Her plump backside hid a cheeky matching thong; her long, wavy locks loosely tapered over her shoulders.
Spiranac had been a thorn in the side of the CWF ever since her debut; felling Lindsey Pelas in her first ever fight and dispatching Victoria Justice shortly thereafter. The Federation scored a stroke of revenge by siccing their best, Katic, after the precocious blonde; but Paige looked to extend her series lead against a more vulnerable of their members in González.
In the pre-fight preening contest, Paige took gold; “Pelas? Put to sleep between my tits. Justice? Pathetic, twitching mess. Katic? I DESERVED to put that old b*tch in a body-bag, she just got lucky. Eiza’s had a cute year, but she’s never going to accomplish what I have. I don’t care if it’s officially JMD or not, she’s got a grave dug right between my girls. Katic is next, they’ll owe me a rematch after what I do to this girl.”
Round 1/2:
Eiza hadn’t seen a 0.500 win percentage since she was 4-4 in 2016; and with a chance to claw all the way back tonight she was impeccably locked-in. Spiranac had been in just about everyone’s crosshairs as of late; with her Stable’s future in disarray and a mouth that invited and welcomed all challengers. The blonde hadn’t lost an ounce of her trademark spunk despite a troubling losing streak, but the brunette had been molded into a counter-striking cobra by her new Stable. Opening up her money-making chest with a reaching overhand left, Spiranac gagged as Eiza flicked a tight, biting right hook into her heavy rack. Doubling down, Paige vaulted through a one-two that fell flat and left her exposed for another piercing uppercut to bounce her bust. Pain swirling into frustration, the blonde stampeded forward; pinwheeling lefts and rights as Eiza kicked into a deft retreat. A pawing left bladed right through Paige’s reckless flurry, catching the blonde on the cheek and knocking her out of orbit. Every time Paige came on, Eiza found the right button to shut her down.
The buxom blonde just kept coming in the second, finally washing over the slender Sonora native through sheer incessant bullying. Eiza’s counter game was useless if she was being smothered out and dragged through the mud; spending the better part of two minutes having her spine grated over the top rope as Paige wore her out in a bosomy clinch. González 10-9 in the first, but Paige answers right back with the same score.
Round 3/4:
Through three rounds, this fight had the feel of a Championship contest; both fighters refusing to make a mistake as they felt each other out and up. Paige’s weight was becoming an issue for Eiza; unable to discard the groping blonde once she got her hands on her. Equal parts grinding clinching and abdomen dissection; Paige clawed her way to another narrow win in the third.
Eiza had spent the better part of the last two rounds locked in a straight-jacket; her delicate attire showing signs of deterioration as McElhone tried to tuck her back in during the break. The sinewy brunette needed to have her elastic reach freed, and countering clearly wasn’t an option while Paige was draped from her chest like a scarf. Eiza skipped on her toes in the first thirty seconds of the fourth, walking right into the blonde’s kitchen for a change and peppering her temples with rangy left jabs. Paige’s head bobbled as González stamped her forehead, then her lips, then her chin; tucking a left below the curve of Paige’s bust just as Spiranac’s guard reacted to the upstairs bell-ringing. The blonde hoarsely bleated as Eiza’s fist injected a crippling pocket of venom into her rack; her mouth falling open as she waddled sideways and sloppily sprung off the ropes. In a flash, Eiza had opened up the stalemate; shuffling around Paige’s hip and ducking a VIOLENT hook from the blonde.
“HNNG… GOOHHHLL” Spiranac throatily exhaled; her buxom upper half pendulously rocking as González STAPLED a hip-high hook to her ribs, then POUNDED a straight-right through her sternum. The blonde’s bulbs flickered as her chest concaved, whimpering before Eiza coiled her taut midsection and SLICED a decapitating left through Paige’s jaw, felling her.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Spiranac’s top-heavy frame violently slung through three-quarters of a revolution before she wilted flat on her face; bouncing sickeningly off the canvas before sprawling spread-eagle. González hounded the downed blonde, barking at an unresponsive Spiranac in Spanish before being ushered to a neutral corner by the official. Paige spit out her mouthpiece as her head lulled to the side, her bulbs rolled into the back of her skull as her sternum shook with heavy pants, glued to the canvas.
7… 8… 9… SHE IS OUT! PAIGE IS DONE!!
“And your winner, by KO in Round 4, EIZAAAA GONZZZZÁLEZZZ!!!!”
