Post by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on Sept 24, 2022 20:12:25 GMT -6
Anna Falchi (0-1-0)
5'10, 50 years old
vs.
Jennifer Lopez (0-1-0)
5'6, 52 years old
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro/Fight:
Indignant at how her fight with Missy Peregrym had ended, Jennifer Lopez was a seething ball of hate as she paced across the ring waiting for the bell in her second match. Falchi, unhampered by Lopez's same expectations, seemed cool, calm and collected opposite her; seemingly naive or indifferent to the meat-grinder she was about to walk into. While Falchi's length took some getting used to, Lopez found her stride and a comfortable striking range after bombing the first round. The second and third were all Lopez, as she disarmed the rangy blonde and pressured to a depth that Falchi was too hamstrung to trade from. Pushed in tight, Lopez took turns tenderizing soft hunks of abdomen, pouring uppercuts into the squealing blonde's bosom, and capping off each exchange with a parting shot to the chops. Falchi struggled to remain upright long enough to catch her breath, simply retreating each time Lopez disengaged, blinking away the urge to hit the canvas, and huffing for oxygen before Jen came back in with the tide.
The Finnish model's effort wasn't lacking, but each time she'd sling a slogging right hand toward Lopez, the Bronx native would duck and counter with a biting rabbit punch to the navel that made Falchi think twice before returning to the well. Stacking a pair of uppercuts to the bottom of her rack, Lopez ushered Anna into the corner and nearly crippled the blonde, ripping tight heavy-bag uppercuts into her ribs until Falchi squealed for mercy. Lopez accentuated the ring of the bell with a leathery pop to the jaw, noodling Falchi's stems just after the clock hit zero. Falchi ultimately took a seat, but her corner saved her the optics as they managed to slide the stool under her haunches before she hit the ground.
Either woken up, or finally out of her own head, Falchi came out in the fourth with a much more free-swinging spirit; backing an aggressive Lopez off with sweeping crosses until she finally connected on one. Lopez's bulbs fluttered as her chin slung sideways, a mist of drool and sweat sloshing from her lips as her trunk-like stems buckled inward. Kept on the run for the remainder of the fourth, Lopez was in an even worse way just a minute into the fifth. Unable to find that same cat-like footwork to dart past Falchi's range, Jen kept finding herself right in Anna's wheelhouse as the blonde swung for the fences. After avoiding the slugger for a whole round, Lopez finally got tagged with a brutal left hand just a minute into the fifth. While mid-strike herself, Jen's limbs went rigid as Anna pounced and connected with a sturdy left cross from distance, collapsing Lopez in a heap. Jen's hulking frame awkwardly folded over her lower half, bouncing on her haunches before she slid extended on her belly. Teetering to her side, Jen managed to wobble to hands and knees by just a 3-count, rising to her feet much more quickly than was necessary out of pride. Learning a lesson from her previous bout, Jen took her time with the official's test of coherence, affording herself a few extra seconds to recover before Falchi rushed forward looking for the TKO. Rather than jumping right back into the lion's den, Jennifer played keep-a-way for the remainder of the round, avoiding any more damage from Falchi, but losing the round in dominant fashion.
Despite wearing the marks of some brutal punishment from Falchi, Jen's frame glistened and flexed with rippling muscle as she bounced out to start the sixth. Showing no signs of slowing down thanks to her impeccable fitness, it was actually Lopez who appeared to be the more spry of the two. Falchi tested early with more of the same; rangy, hopeful overhands that Lopez was starting to time with much more success. Biding her time until Anna's latest whooshing right hand flew past, Jennifer sprung forward and pierced the blonde's exposed rib cage with a stabbing right of her own. Falchi squelched as her towering frame bent at the hip, slinking away from Lopez swaddling her abdomen. Anna could only run so far before Jen was nipping at her heels, retreating to her back foot before Lopez whipped a rising left into the bottom of her chin. Anna's jaw rattled as her teeth clacked together, her pony tail bouncing like a spring before her legs gave out. Tipping lifelessly to her side, the blonde's comatose frame went rigid before she hit the ground, spasming as she was sprawled out on her backside under Jen's heel. With an expectant hand raised skyward, Lopez danced to her corner in celebration after an inspiring comeback win to keep her hopes in the Pool alive.
