Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 27, 2024 0:58:36 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape:
Amber Nova (8-1-0, 8 KO)
5'4, 32 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
vs.
Trish Stratus (9-10-0, 7 KO)
5'4, 48 years old
Free Agent
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
“AND NOW! Making her 10th appearance in the ring fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the South Carolina native, standing 5 foot 4, weighing in at 110 pounds, AMBERRRR NOOOOOVA!!”
Amber Nova’s toned frame was hand-sculpted for the skimpy CWF attire. Her sleek, rippling abdomen was strung up in a thin-banded tube top that clung to her swelling bust; her perky B-cups mushrooming out the top of the tiny bandeau bra as she rolled into the ring. The redhead’s slender hips were bit into by a high-waisted, pale-white string thong; the microscopic backing devoured by plump, bronzed folds of flesh. Adapting her grandiose wrestling entrance into a much more modest display, Nova stretched and limbered as she settled into her corner and took some last minute instruction. Her wavy, copper locks were twisted into a high pony tail; heavy, smoky eye shadow and mascara coating her lashes in a messy, alluring cat-eye look.
Clad in a skimpy, skin-tight leather push-up bra and cheeky thong, Trish Stratus instantly caught just as many sets of eyes as she had in her prime. The 48 year old former Diva still had just as bombastic and provocative an in-ring presence as ever, her confidence and electricity having not dissipated in the slightest. The blonde’s hair was tied back in a pony tail, her matte black leather outfit adorned with diamond studs.
Round 1:
Their prior meeting in 2023 was a touchy subject for the newcomer, Nova. In just her second ever bout, Amber was DISMANTLED by Stratus; gutted and punched out by the veteran in just the fourth round of that contest. To make matters worse, an overkill Stratusfaction and humiliating 3-count pin further humbled the kid after the bell; likely leading to the revenge quest Nova found herself on now.
The opener was another disaster for the redhead; Stratus seemingly having some sort of impenetrable aura around her as the former WWE Diva slammed the freelance wrestler and model. Nova’s toned midsection was a mouthwatering target; Stratus repeatedly feigning high to lift the South Carolina native’s hands before BURYING bladed uppercuts into her crunching belly. Nova floundered around the ring as if this were a scripted squash match, looping wanting rebuttals well short of her intended target and handing the reins right back to Trish. The crusade to avenge her only loss starts out poorly, as Stratus owns the opener 10-8.
Round 2/3:
Nova was already worked into a labored pant; her washboard midsection spasming with sharp breaths as Stratus scurried away after yet ANOTHER clapping right hand to Amber’s belly button. The redhead’s expression was one of exasperation, whimpering softly as she wobbled on her heels unable to catch her breath. Nova’s feet shuffled as she waded into shark infested waters; exploding with a throaty grunt as she flung a right over the top and Trish came underneath, SPIKING a fist through her left breast. Amber drifted off, wheezing as she held her mushrooming orb and careened into the ropes at her shoulder. A thundering overhand SNAPPED through Nova’s jaw, a left-left caving in her ribs, a scooping right hollowing out her belly; the snared redhead helplessly squirming as she was hounded into the corner. In a floundering retreat, Nova glanced over her shoulder for direction; instead swallowing a MEATY left from Stratus that smashed against her lips and sent her sprawling to all fours.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… “Light work, couldn’t even make it four this time?!” Stratus screeched from above. Nova’s palms slid for stable ground as she fumbled on hands and knees, sagging to her haunches for a moment before pulling herself up by the ropes. Amber was too shell-shocked to reply; her legs still jellied as she looked vacantly to her corner, eyes glazed over as she met the official’s gaze and somehow convinced him to continue.
With over a minute left to work, Stratus made every second count. A hook-jab-hook-uppercut combo zippered emphatically up Nova’s side as she crunched against the ropes; bleating as Trish grabbed her around the neck and slung her back out to center. It might as well have been the middle of the ocean; Nova begging for the break but having to eat another one-two to the chin before she got there.
The third was a moral victory for Nova, but just a draw on the cards. After a free fall through the first two rounds, Amber finally planted her heels in the sand and stopped her downhill tumble; but the damage might have been done to her psyche. Stratus adds another pair to her lead; 10-8 second, then a draw.
Round 4/5:
Finally some positives for Nova.
“She’s 48! Make her look it, make her work!” McElhone shouted loud enough for the first few rows to hear.
Amber still wasn’t finding any pockets to damage the rock solid Stratus, but she started to run circles around the blonde. Three-quarter revolution, hook to the temple; another full orbit, left-right to the cheek. Stratus seemed to treat Nova like a fly buzzing around her head; swatting at the annoying redhead but a step slow each time in nabbing her.
The South Carolina native carried the momentum from her first round win into the fifth, all business as Stratus continued to give her a domineering earful after every exchange. Nova answered with leather; finally returning the favor and pounding Trish’s gut with a SHARP hook-hook-uppercut. Stratus’s deterioration was immediate; gagging and trying to offer some of the same back to Amber, only to have the redhead confidently paw away her retort. The blonde was now stranded, trying to back away as Nova came into her own and walked her down; right to the eye-socket, scythe-hook to the ribs, chin, shoulder, hip. Nova came out of her shoes as Trish’s spine hit the ropes, VAULTING into an overhand that rattled the blonde’s skull and sent her defensively to one knee.
1… 2… 3… 4… Stratus was visibly rattled by the redhead’s meteoric right hand, but the wily ring veteran seemed to escape the worst of Nova’s incoming hurricane by taking a knee to compose herself. She was up shortly after, forcing a pogo on her toes to try and tell her opponent she was still unbothered. Amber wasn’t buying. Nova came right on; SHELLING the stationary legend with rights. Trish flung forward as her belly crunched around an underhand, her hips rocking as another pounded her waist, her teeth rattling as an uppercut slid up her frame and STAMPED the underside of her chin. The ensuing clinch was immediately discarded by Nova, flinging the zombified blonde into the corner and windmilling through her torso; ribs, liver, waist, tits, clavicles. Stratus buckled lower with each chunking hit, trying to hang on before the official piled in and hauled Nova off.
"And your winner, by TKO in Round 5, AMBERRRR NOOOOOOOVAAA!!!!"
