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11 February 2023 Stephanie McMahon vs Stacy Keibler

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CELEBRITY WRESTLING FEDERATION VS CARNATION CREATIONS STABLE WAR

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 11 February 2023 at 12:56 am

Tale of the Tape:

Stephanie McMahon (13-14-1)
5'9, 46 years old

vs.

Stacy Keibler (34-28-1)
5'11, 43 years old

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

Intro:
Kicking off the Stable War between the Celebrity Wrestling Federation and Carnation Creations was one of the most overdue bouts in professional fighting history. In what could have easily been billed as the Main Event, Stacy Keibler and Stephanie McMahon were chosen to lead off the evening due to their own special request. Given their history, management wasn’t entirely positive it could prevent an out-of-ring fiasco, so they happily obliged if it allowed the two to air their grievances first thing. Both competing for years in the World Wrestling Entertainment industry, these two beauties had curiously never faced each other in any official capacity. With so much on the line, this was as fitting and meaningful a first meeting as they could have asked for.

Outfits:
Keibler’s lithe, Amazonian frame was lewdly wrapped in a microscopic string bikini that left little to the imagination. The blonde’s sternum swelled with anxious pants and deep, calming breaths; her taut abdomen sculpted out of bronze, her perky tits delicately compacted by a thin-banded tube top that belted tightly around her mushrooming B-cups. As she hit the apron, Keibler craned her long stems and bent at the waist, playfully shimmying her hips at the base of her crouch as she slid through the ropes and into the ring. Her pale-pink string thong was devoured by jiggling folds of flesh, finally rising and rearranging the twined, biting string bottoms by hiking them high up her hips. Ending her old-school WWE entrance to raucous applause, the blonde arched her delicate rib cage and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes, lifting to tie back her tightly-braided pony tail before pumping her gloved fists together.

With an equally striking body, but less prone than Keibler to showing it off for free, McMahon entered confidently clad in a chest-hugging, low-cut black bra and matching spandex booty shorts. While it wasn’t an official JMDD bout, the glare shot from eye-to-eye as Steph brushed past Stacy all but ensured that extracurriculars might be in order.

Round 1:
A stark contrast from McMahon’s previous opponent, the 5’5 Brianna Marie Dale, Stacy’s length at 5’11 presented a whole new host of problems. After a giddy start from the blonde that saw a raucous right hand skid narrowly past Steph’s cheek from a concerning distance, McMahon found it more prudent to play the feeling-out game. Baiting Stacy forward, clinching, and pumping the belly was just about all the busty brunette managed to squeeze into the first; with the leggy Keibler dictating far more of the pace. A snappy flurry with the left hole-punched McMahon’s right side from hip to tits, wincing as Keibler mauled her into the ropes in the last thirty seconds. Keibler’s confidence swelled as Steph shelled up, wailing away with a trio of alternating crosses that chugged against the brunette’s heavy, bouncing bosom just as the bell rung out. Keibler steals the round late, and might have sent a message to the sleepwalking McMahon. 10-9 Stacy.

Round 2:
Having foolishly awakened a sleeping giant with some mid-round barking, the former wrestling jobber found herself in familiar territory; on her heels. Steph opened the round with a wild, prancing charge across the ring as if she was attempting a Running Clothesline, with Keibler seemingly paralyzed by flashbacks as she stood like a deer in the headlights. Skidding off-road just before a full-body collision, Steph tore through Stacy’s taut navel with a ferocious side-winding right cross with every ounce of her body weight behind it, snapping the leggy blonde over at the waist and slinging her awkwardly into the corner post. Keibler stiffened just in time to eat a rising uppercut that thrust through her forearms, bludgeoning her chin and sprawling her upper half over the ropes, slack-jawed and blubbering in agony.

McMahon tested the blonde’s taut, inviting abdomen with a pair of ribbing uppercuts, polishing her midsection with a straight left to the sternum that buckled Keibler’s thighs, flattening her pert tits under the sheer weight of the strike. Stacy vaulted forward and pulled a clinch, clinging to McMahon’s waist for dear life as the brunette stuffed awkward close-quarters rabbit punches into the side of her ribs from their embrace. With her corner rapping a 10-second count on the canvas, McMahon exploded forward and rammed the small of Stacy’s spine into the corner post, breaking their embrace with a hoarse, anguished bark from the blonde. Keibler’s golden, statuesque frame suddenly lawnchaired and crunched at the hip, flinching as Stephanie sunk a piercing left fist between two of her ribs. Stacy’s bulbs pooled as she breathlessly wailed, grimacing before the brunette swiveled through a calamitous, sweeping right hand through her temple. The blonde’s torso slung 180 degrees, twirling drunkenly into the corner post chest-first, her mouthpiece whipping into the front row as a mist of sweat and drool coated the ringside patrons. Keibler gurgled and coughed as she hooked the top rope with the crooks of her armpits, saved from a follow-up as the bell mercifully sounded. Her slender, swelling sternum mushroomed as she slid halfway down the post, stopping short of hitting her knees and giving up a knockdown, but the damage was done. McMahon showcases some jarring raw power, dominating with a 10-8 round to take the lead.

Round 3:
If there was one bit of silver lining, the Keibler corner had no need to belabor the point anymore. Stacy had see first-hand just how much of a wallop McMahon packed. The blonde responded in-kind with a more conservative, guarded Round 3; now on high-alert to Stephy’s right hand. McMahon was guilty of forcing the issue a bit, dangling the bait a little too conspicuously in her attempts to get Keibler to open up for a game-ender. After an extended game of cat and mouse and not much in the way of punches landed, McMahon invited the blonde forward with an offering too good to refuse; forced to eat a hearty straight jab to the chops in order to fight her way into throwing range. The resolute brunette pushed forward through contact, clubbing Keibler square in the belly before erupting with a jarring cross to the ribs. Stacy’s wounded squeal drowned out the echoing clap of flesh, her corner immediately rising with concern that she might have actually fractured a rib on the blow. To their relief, the blonde deftly circled out of trouble, tap-dancing her way through the brunette’s pressure for the last few seconds of the round. McMahon takes another, but the margin was smaller this time. 10-9 McMahon.

Round 4:
Despite two rounds of futility, Keibler’s corner was relatively calm considering what she’d been through. They felt as though the blonde was slowly solving the puzzle of McMahon’s power, while Stephanie was bound to run out of gas at some point. Their case became far more compelling when Stephanie stepped up to the plate a whiffed on an adventurous right overhand that whooshed well over Stacy’s ducking shoulder, allowing the blonde to dive forward and stuff a bifurcating pair of lefts into McMahon’s gut. The older brunette wheezed and slumped at the waist, drifting backwards as Stacy pulled out of her airspace and punished her further with a meaty right hand to the liver. This time, McMahon spilled forward completely, skidding clumsily sideways and planting a palm on the mat just to remain upright before somehow steadying.

Keibler was quick to chase, running down the wide-eyed brunette and nabbing her by the shoulder to slow down her retreat. McMahon recklessly pirouette through a hopeful left, but Keibler once again parried, dipping through before vaulting forward with a completely vertical right uppercut that clobbered McMahon on the button. The woozy brunette spilled into the ropes before trampolining to the mat, sprawled flat on her belly with her arms awkwardly folded up beneath her laboring chest.

1… 2… 3… 4… McMahon gurgles as she pushes to all fours, slumping to her haunches as Stacy confidently retreats to a neutral corner.

5… 6… Stephanie hangs her head with labored pants, finally peering up at the preening blonde through messy, disheveled strands of hair with a furious huff.

At the count of 7, McMahon is back up, rapping her gloves together and angrily snarling for Keibler to re-engage. The playful blonde doesn’t immediately oblige, choosing instead to take a flirtatious victory lap around the outskirts while Stephanie seethes center-ring. The last few seconds stall out before McMahon gets her wish, and Stacy takes the round 10-8.

Round 5:
A response was to be expected from McMahon, but nothing could have prepared Stacy for the raging bull that emerged from the opposite corner. Practically simultaneous with Stacy lifting off her stool, she was enveloped by McMahon, pounding her into the ropes at her back. McMahon feeling perhaps TOO at home in this Diva vs. Diva contest, pawed at Stacy’s pony tail with one hand and her strapless tube top with the other, grabbing hold as best she could and whipping the shrieking blonde across the ring with a savage Hair Mare; sending her skidding, sprawled spread eagle on her backside with a heavy thud. Keibler mewled as she rolled to a stop on her hip, wearing her shoulderless top around the waist and fumbling to shield her naked chest from the hoards of onlookers. Immediately deducted a point by the official and admonished while attempting to slow her down, Steph pushed through the feckless referee and stalked the downed blonde as she quickly scurried to her feet. Keibler rose and fired a biting left hand into McMahon’s ribs, crunching the brunette sideways before a second and third poured into her midsection. Attempting to repay the favor, Keibler threw herself into Steph’s colossal chest, pushing her into a backpedal, groping and twisting with all her gloved might. Just as the two rammed into the steel post at Stephanie’s back, the pinned brunette lifted through a titanic uppercut, snapping Keibler’s jaw sideways.

The topless blonde slumped awkwardly forward, her chin resting on McMahon’s shoulder before Steph two-hand shoved her in the belly, sending her drunkenly sloshing a pair of weighted steps backwards. Stacy vacantly dribbled her mouthpiece between her bronzed thighs, feebly coiling a left cross before McMahon strode forward and spiked a merciless sweeping right hand through the blonde’s chin. Keibler’s arms went limp, her topless frame stiffening and pitching with convulsions before she teetered backwards, exploding in a messy puddle of flesh.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Keibler remained sprawled spread eagle, wincing as she tried to lean to her side…

6… 7… 8… With time running out, the blonde’s sails were miraculously buoyed, clambering back to her feet at 9 just as the bell expired the round. McMahon stamped her feet in frustration, shouting at the beleaguered official for being slow on the draw, to no avail. Despite her penalty, McMahon still dominates the round and takes it 10-8.

Round 6:
With Stacy still visibly shaken to start the sixth, it was a curious decision on the part of McMahon not to immediately pressure. The brunette’s punches lacked conviction, almost skittish of the wounded blonde having been backed into a corner. Despite having had most of the clarity and alacrity beaten out of her, Keibler still appeared to be the swifter of the two, daring through the majority of Steph’s offerings and retaliating with what little coordination she could muster. The movement was still there for Keibler, but the finish was a tad late. McMahon held on to her advantage after the knockdown, but her momentum assuredly dwindled in this round, perhaps fading in the energy department. McMahon coasts, but her corner can’t be happy with her inability to capitalize on a reeling opponent. 10-9 McMahon.

Round 7:
With her corner alert to the fact that McMahon was possibly on cruise control toward the finish, Keibler came out much sharper in the seventh; her supreme fitness evident as she danced circles around a largely stationary McMahon. McMahon hadn’t won a fight later than the 6th round since 2016, and Keibler seemed to feel it. With exhaustion having claimed most of her counterpart’s punching powers, Stacy operated with impunity where she once was vulnerable. Sliding around the peripherals of the larger brunette, Keibler pawed away what once was a devastating overhand, squirming through trouble and doubling Steph with a sweeping hammer to the liver. McMahon’s bountiful chest practically poured out of her push-up bra as she touched her toes, wailing as Stacy hip-checked her sideways. Steph tried to straighten up, but Keibler crashed into her side, stapling her to the ropes and refusing to allow her to tip upright. Gritting her teeth and berating the besieged brunette with verbal venom, Stacy golf-swung a trio of looping uppercuts into McMahon’s teardropping chest, detonating bomb after bomb against her tits. McMahon struggled to keep her feet as she sloshed back into the blonde’s lower half, still awkwardly scrunched at the waist before the official finally stepped in and peeled Stacy off so Steph could stand.

Ever the showman, Stacy didn’t even bother to re-engage; instead taking a step back and lewdly shaking her thong-clad ass for the raucous crowd who were flocking to her side in droves thanks to the cheeky display. All McMahon could do was hiss obscenities in Stacy’s direction, too exhausted to punish the arrogance with such little time remaining in the round. Stacy pulls back within a point with a 10-8 round, and things are getting extremely interesting with three to go.

Round 8:
Stephanie is last off her stool to start the 8th, waiting nearly a full ten seconds before rising off her haunches. Stacy decides not to punish, instead opting to doll herself up just a few feet away. Trying to wipe away a chasm of smugness with one punch, McMahon crow-hops forward and pivots through an audacious superman punch that goes wanting, allowing Stacy to ruthlessly skewer her gut as she swings over top. McMahon is in deep water as she’s lethargically walked into the corner with teetering shot after shot; a lumpy left hand to the lower rib cage, a sharp right to the navel, a weighty hammer to the temple, the last of which sends her bobbing listlessly into the corner ropes.

McMahon gruffly wails as she sulks against the post, swaddling her panting tummy with one hand as her other hangs over the top rope. Keibler goes for a whimsical jaunt around ring before pulling up next to Steph again, lifting her hanging chin with a gloved hand and planting a goodnight kiss on her forehead. McMahon tries to straighten up, but with lightning-quick precision, Keibler plants her back heel and pistons a hellish, penetrating straight right into McMahon’s liver. The brunette’s curvy frame curls around Stacy’s forearm as she spills forward, gagging her mouthpiece to the canvas as if she’d been completely run through, finally melting to the mat on hands and knees.

1… 2… 3… McMahon curls to all fours, her body spasming as she slowly slides flat on her belly, face buried against the canvas.

4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… “Is she really out?!” Keibler derisively quips, straddling McMahon’s shoulders from above, already knowing the answer as the brunette has yet to stir. With a final 10-count, Keibler plants her heel between Stephanie’s shoulder-blades and raises her arms in victory, squashing McMahon’s mushrooming tits to the ground as she’s officially waved off.

"And your winner, by KO in Round 8, STACYYYYY KEIIIIIBLERRRRRR!!!!"

Post Fight:
Having not forgotten the 5th round, nor the years of authoritarian rule and in-ring humiliation she’d been subjected to in the WWE; Keibler wasn’t quite through with McMahon. The brunette sputtered and gurgled as Stacy lifted off her spine and removed her gloves, tearing Stephanie up to her knees by the scalp. Steph looked up dazedly as she slouched to her haunches, wobbling before Keibler grabbed the front clasp of her lace bra and kicked her into the corner, snapping the strap and knocking the topless brunette into an awkwardly slumped heap at the base of the ropes. McMahon squirmed and pinched her eyes shut as she helplessly cupped her freed, teardropping tits, shaking her head in dismay as Stacy motioned for her to stand back up. Refusing to oblige, the domineering blonde took matters into her own hands, once again hauling Stephanie to her feet and leaning her against the corner post.

McMahon could do little but twist and writhe as Stacy hiked the waistband of her string thong high up her hips, shimmying her ass before craning her flawless stems into a full standing split. McMahon was lifted off her tippy toes as Stacy dusted off one of her Signature WWE moves, stapling Stephanie’s throat to the post with a suffocating Corner Foot Choke. McMahon’s gurgled cries were short-lived as she bucked and twitched, finally falling deathly still aside from a few fleshy pitches of her sprawled torso. Finally pulling her heel from the brunette’s throat, Stacy allowed the lifeless McMahon to spill back to the mat, lying completely unconscious flat on her belly at the blonde’s victorious feet.

Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (1) vs. Carnation Creations (0)