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11 February 2023 Keira Knightley vs Tay Conti

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CELEBRITY WRESTLING FEDERATION VS CARNATION CREATIONS STABLE WAR

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 11 February 2023 at 1:04 am

Tale of the Tape:

Keira Knightley (20-35-2, 13 KO)
5'7, 37 years old

vs.

Tay Conti (0-1-0)
5'6, 27 years old

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 58th appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag for the 3rd time. Please welcome the Teddington, England native, standing 5 foot 7, KEIRA KNIGHTLEYYYY!!"

After a brutal dismantling of Kate Mara that allowed Carnation Creations to level the score at one with a bang, the pressure shifted squarely back onto Keira Knightley’s shoulders. This was a fight that had been penciled in as somewhat of a toss-up, but the former Bantamweight Title holder felt she was the favorite. Conti was a world-class athlete, so guile and experience would have to carry the veteran in this contest if she wanted to put her team back up a break.

Outfits:
Keira was first to make her entrance after the CWF was bested in the preceding bout. Each athletic twist and shimmy of her taut abdomen caused her modest chest to swell, her pert tits mushrooming out the top and bottom of the thin-banded tube top belted around her sternum. Her pale-pink string thong was devoured by jiggling folds of flesh as she hiked the biting bottoms high up her hips, lifting to tie back her tightly-braided pigtails before slipping on and pumping her gloved fists together.

Tay Conti hit the runway in a dead sprint, barreling under the ropes as if she was making a boisterous, surprise wrestling entrance. Clad in a slightly more malfunction-proof, but still revealing cherry red bikini, Conti’s compact frame rippled with muscle as she sauntered through Keira’s corner. Muscling past the Brit, she strut with an air of confidence that might’ve been unnerving for a woman lacking Knightley’s experience in the ring, but was quickly dismissed by the steadfast brunette. Conti was eager to seize control of the deadlocked Stable War, whistling to the official to get things under way immediately.

Round 1:
Trained to be a showman even before arriving in the FCBA, Conti hit the pavement with a full commitment to throwing leather. Lashing out at the walled up Brit with an early haymaker, Conti tested every inch of Keira’s staunch defenses, pumping stumpy left and right jabs into the brunette’s slender midsection until she’d walked Keira into the ropes. Conti’s hunger and relentless excitement seemed to wind her early, and after just a minute of reckless, unrelenting strikes, the dirty-blonde’s chiseled midsection was already in a panting huff. Conti’s pace slowed as she rotated through a thumping uppercut to the ribs, but just as Keira winced with the sharp impact, the wily Brit bloomed and whipped a retaliatory left cross through Tay’s drooping chin.

Conti’s torso stiffened as she wobbled on the balls of her heels, sloshing a half step back before putting up a fence herself. Keira feigned toward the cheek, drawing the eyes of Conti before slithering low and sinking a shiv between her ribs. The blonde doubled and let out a wounded, regretful grunt, trying to bull through the lighter Brit before Keira rose through a ferocious uppercut to the button. Tay rocked once more, two-hand shoving Keira’s chest to create some separation before she was outright floored. Conti wanted the action, but Keira’s precision was proving to be lethal.

Tay continued to push the pace against the advice of her corner, frustrated at her inability to bully the smaller Knightley and waltzing right into another rangy sweep of the left from Keira. Conti stumbled into the corner post, her midsection flexing as she crunched awkwardly sideways, hanging from the top rope as the bell mercifully sounded and saved her from herself. Knightley dictates in an impressive opener. 10-8.

Round 2:
Seemingly settled down a touch by her corner between rounds, Tay came out a much more composed fighter in the second. Enticing Keira into a crafty snare, Conti finally opened up her dammed offense with a vicious straight right that nearly bore a hole straight through the center of Keira’s sternum. A damaged Knightley tried to slink away, but the agile blonde would have none of it, hooking Keira’s shoulder and pirouetting the brunette into a bulky club to the temple. Keira drunkenly crashed into the ropes at her hip in a full tailspin, but eyeing the frothing blonde in her rear-view, turned just in time to catch Conti with a shrewd right hook of her own.

The stunned blonde’s trunk-like stems buckled, her knees wobbling and knocking together as she nearly unraveled into a puddled heap. Instead of following with a knockdown barrage, Tay gracelessly folded over the hunched Brit along the ropes, weighing on Keira as they both struggled and jockeyed to stay upright. Eventually recovering and forcing the lanky Brit to posture chest-to-chest, Conti went to work on the slender abdomen of her teetering opponent, drumming sharp rabbit punches into Keira’s arched rib cage, each eliciting a hoarse whimper from her lips. With both fighters begging and stalling for the bell, it finally came. Tay takes the round with her late effort, 10-9.

Round 3:
Having tasted the blonde’s power and knowing that a second unfettered shot would likely spell her end, Keira reversed right back to her starting strategy and put the brakes on the fight. Using the blonde’s eagerness against her, Keira practically dared Tay to make the first move in each exchange, each time simply blocking and answering with a seemingly harmless tummy or body shot. With Conti’s impressive physique and stamina making the immediate dividends feel negligible, Keira appeared to be ready to play the waiting game; wanting to see just how long the aggressive newbie could stay patient. Unfortunately for the viewers, this resulted in a pitifully boring round. Conti had already felt the Brit’s sting in the first when she recklessly extended and left herself open to counters, so with those marks still fresh in her mind, she refused to do the same here. All in all, this round was a draw.

Round 4:
Despite an uneventful third, the Carnation corner was understandably more upbeat between rounds. For every minute Conti could stand and punch with the more experienced vet, that was just more and more confidence and rhythm she could build off Knightley. Using some of that acquired timing to her advantage, Conti finally made her move, charging through a typical lackluster counter from Keira and backing the wiry Brit into the corner with flurry of leather.

Keira pathetically struggled as Tay planted her chiseled thigh between her legs and straightened the brunette up against the corner post with her hip, whimpering as Conti flattened her tits with a shoulder. Tay crouched her compact frame and bullied Keira into a clinch, arching the Brit’s vulnerable abdomen for repeated bone-crushing uppercuts to the bottom of her rib cage. Keira twitched and squirmed as her taut belly was stretched and pulverized, unable to wiggle free as the unflinching blonde continued to wail away on her left side. At the same time trying to remedy a wardrobe malfunction from the body-to-body friction, Keira was leveled by a sidewinding right cross that rattled against her jaw from an unseen angle, sprawling her topless upper half across the top rope just as the bell rung. Conti starting to bully the lighter Brit, she takes it 10-8.

Round 5:
After a demoralizing round in which she was pushed around quite a bit, Keira didn’t have much time to sulk; striding right off her stool and barging into the crashing tide of Conti’s pressure. The blonde powered through Keira’s first defensive swing, walloping the brunette with a thumping gut punch to her pierced navel. Keira mewled and doubled at the waist, shoving off Tay’s hip and breaking to narrowly avoid a spiking right hand from the former wrestler. Conti continued to stalk, pushing forward and erupting with a whirling left-right combination that fell woefully short. Keira lunged forward and ripped a left cross into Conti’s sideboob, her features twisting as Keira slid away from her lagging, retaliatory right hand. Tay winced as she pumped her fists together, pushing forward again and clubbing the brunette’s pinched forearms with a heavy right overhand from high above her head.

Keira’s upper half rocked back from the weight of the punch, sidestepping as the red-eyed blonde surged forward with another carelessly conceived overhand; instead lifting a gutting uppercut into Tay’s crunching tummy before she could throw. The bisected blonde shrilly squealed as her strike was cut off, slinking backwards as she windedly gulped down a mouthful of oxygen. Tay’s taut midsection flexed and pant as she sulked at the hip, slouching to her heels as Keira continued to circle. Like a shark sensing blood in the water, Knightley chugged a pair of yo-yo lefts into Conti’s breasts, throatily mewling before the brunette uncorked a coiled right that snapped across her lips. Tay’s muscled thighs collapsed inward, her bulbs fluttering in their sockets as her wires were cut, drifting rudderlessly sideways before Keira polished her chin with a cruel, thunderous uppercut. Conti’s toned frame stiffened to her toes before tipping backwards, erupting in a strewn mess of limbs as she hit the canvas completely sprawled.

1… 2… 3… Keira stepped forward and gently planted her painted toes across the blonde’s heaving tits, careful to not hinder her ability to stand as the official’s count rang out.

4… 5… 6… 7… Suddenly Keira was forced to take a step back, in complete shock as Tay crunched to her side and rolled to hands and knees. Somehow, the blonde was up at 9, insisting that she was good to go and pushing through the official. Conti bravely launched into Knightley and swiveled through a pair of right jabs, finding meat on the bone and knocking Keira back away from the near ropes. The stoic brunette kept her wits, matching the pace of her charging opponent into a light backpedal, waiting for Conti to stop her trot and plant before she whipped another venomous right jab across the blonde’s jaw. Conti went completely rigid as a mist of sweat a slobber spattered across the mat, her chin snapping sideways before she careened into the corner. The blonde miraculously hooked the middle rope and hauled herself halfway vertical on noodled stems, looking up at a pursuant Knightley through disheveled strands of loose golden locks before she was fed a savage straight right fist. Tay awkwardly slumped against the post and fell to a knee, pinned against the ropes as Keira stapled her hip to the blonde’s mascara-smeared cheek and erupted with a trio of spiteful right uppercuts to the skull. Finally the official burst between the two and peeled the Brit off the dazed blonde, stopping the onslaught.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 5, KEIRRRRRRRAAA KNIGHTTTTLEYYY!!!!"

Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (2) vs. Carnation Creations (1)