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14 February 2023 Eiza Gonzalez vs Tiera Skovbye

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QUEENS OF ABSOLUTION VS CELEBRITY WRESTLING FEDERATION STABLE WAR

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 14 February 2023 at 5:52 pm

Tale of the Tape:

Eiza González (18-26-0, 18 KO)
5'8, 32 years old

vs.

Tiera Skovbye (1-0-0, 1 KO)
5'10, 28 years old

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

Intro:
Madelaine Petsch stands from her seat with a microphone and steps back into the ring in her white dress with black and gold trimmings. She can’t help but be jubilant as her stable is winning, but the war is nowhere near over yet. To a cheering crowd Petsch says “let’s give it up for Keira Knightley and Natasha Calis!” The cheers were so deafening that the red haired girl almost regretted saying that. Madelaine, virtually yelling over the loudspeakers through the microphone, “And our next match is Eiza González of the Celebrity Wrestling Federation versus the girl who started it all: Tiera Skovbye of the Queens of Absolution. Will this be CWF’s first victory of the night? Or will this be another win for the Queens? Enough of me talking, let’s get them out here and ready to face each other!”

Madelaine once more slipped through the ropes and took her seat for the entrances of the two girls; Skovbye entering first ready to keep the Queens’ momentum rolling.

"AND NOW! Making her 45th 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 strut ringside with seemingly far more confidence than the circumstances might have dictated; with the Celebrity Wrestling Federation trailing by a significant margin early in the proceedings and things threatening to get totally out of hand. Skovbye was the woman of the hour, at least in her own mind; the woman whose antics sparked the evening in the first place. Already settled in her corner with a foot propped up on the ropes, Tiera simply yawned as Eiza locked eyes from outside the ropes and gave a catty snarl. While Skovbye and her corner continued to arrogantly joke and operate under the misguided impression that Skovbye intimidated the CWF corner, Eiza was pure business as she slid into the ring and taped up opposite the blonde.

Outfits:
González’s taut, sculpted frame was custom-contoured for the micro ring garb she’d been carefully poured into by her new stable. Her dark, golden skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat as she seductively crouched through the ropes, shimmying the slightly offset tube top banded 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-pink string thong flossed between her cheeks. She tossed her braided pony tail over her shoulder and beamed an infectious smile as she rose, rapping her gloves together and readying for the bell.

Skovbye rose off her stool and called Eiza center-ring with a domineering bark. Her long blonde hair was loose over her shoulders, perfectly framing her face as she beamed ear-to-ear with a sh*t-eating grin when Eiza followed her command. Skovbye proudly puffed out her chest in a forest green, strapless bra and matching panties that hugged her slender hips, wedging between her cheeks as she sashayed forward and bulled her way through the brunette. Pancaking her bosom against Eiza’s, the two locked in a breathtaking stare-down; the blonde looking down on González despite their formal divisional classifications. Breaking first with a dismissive scoff, Tiera leaned back and admired the diamond-colored “QUEENS” embroidered across the fist of her matching gloves.

“Don’t get comfortable up here, I’m gonna beat your ass right back down to the kiddie division…” Eiza hissed, her every word dripping with venom as Tiera simply giggled, cackling as she disrespectfully turned her back on González.

“What are we waiting for?! This pathetic b*tch doesn’t belong in the same ring as me for any longer than I see fit, so go ahead and ring the bell so I can snap my fingers and end her night…” Tiera screamed ringside, miming a ‘sweep’ motion in the direction of her corner; indicating she expected to make this a quick 3-0 lead for the Queens.

Round 1:
The festivities began with a preemptive victory lap from Skovbye; the blonde immediately turning her back on González for a second time and parading around the outskirts of the ropes to rile up the ringside faithful.

“Just because you can bully someone five inches shorter than you, doesn’t make you THAT b*tch… You’re a fuckin’ nobody in here!” González barked, keeping her distance and not firing on the preoccupied blonde so as not to gain an advantage that could be seen as ‘unfair’. She wanted Skovbye’s best, and to leave no doubt.

Even her corner began to tire of Tiera’s antics, finally reigning in their preening fighter and encouraging her to engage with an offering Eiza center ring. The blonde’s eye-roll was quickly slapped right off her face as González batted away a disrespectful, unenthusiastic jab from Skovbye, then stuffed a straight left down her throat. The blonde stumbled a handful of steps back, her gemstone bulbs bugging as she clutched her jaw, stamping her heel in frustration before volleying at González like an out of control spinning top. Tiera twirled through unbridled lefts and rights, each reckless strike whizzing past a balletic González who was in a full backpedal across the ring. The blonde’s wild flurry was finally stopped dead in its tracks by a gutting left uppercut from Eiza; the wide-eyed Canadian mewling as she awkwardly slumped forward, skewered over the brunette’s forearm.

Eiza attempted to rock sideways and spike a hellish right overhand into Skovbye’s temple, but the blonde alertly scattered, pinwheeling through another catastrophic right overhand that brushed over Eiza’s shoulder. The glancing blow still had enough force to knock Eiza off-course, deflecting the pursuant brunette just enough to see her call off her next attack; instead retreating with a spry bounce on her toes as Tiera continued to huff and vent her frustration. González takes the opener 10-9.

Round 2:
Able to regroup and calm down in her corner between rounds, Tiera was forced back into reality by her team. She wasn’t fighting Victoria Justice. She might be in for a dogfight, as much as they had refused to believe that was a possibility in the lead-up. The blonde responded with a diligent round of her own, continuing to swing for the fences but now with a more composed demeanor that allowed her to better track the slippery brunette. Despite their official classifications showing González was the Lightweight; Tiera in her tall, upright stance towered over the hunched brunette. González’s patience and movement was severely tested by the unhinged swings from the blonde, each threatening to decapitate the Sonora-native should she let down her guard even for a second.

After flexing and shunting away a tap-tap jab combination to her taut tummy, Tiera burst forward and corkscrewed through a meaty left hook; the brunette’s entire torso rocking sideways as the blow found her temple through a defensive forearm. Eiza stalled and grimaced before continuing to circle, forcing a grin as Tiera barked an unintelligible taunt her direction and arrogantly pumped her gloves together to entice González forward. González wisely ignored the bait, instead playing cat-and-mouse with the eager blonde in hopes that her belligerent home run swings would take their toll eventually. Tiera takes with the only significant offense of the round, 10-9.

Round 3:
The third round was more of the same, only the script flipped back to favor the steady brunette. Tiera’s brash, barbaric style dictated most of the exchanges, but when she was missing, the blonde floundered. As another clumsy, sidewinding left hand whooshed over Eiza’s head, the brunette dove forward and hooked the blonde’s hip; tearing through her exposed midsection with a trio of meaty right uppercuts. Tiera sputtered and gagged as Eiza sank leather into her navel, driving her into the ropes before polishing her chin with a sneaky left uppercut, sprawling the towering blonde over the top ropes. Tiera hoarsely grunt as she sloshed off the springy outskirts, drunkenly drifting center-ring as Eiza followed with a watchful eye. Feigning as if she was going to waltz into Skovbye’s airspace, the blonde coiled and swerved through another volatile right overhand, spiking right where Eiza would’ve been had she followed. This cornered blonde was still mighty dangerous. The two trade rounds, with Skovbye taking the second 10-9 and González taking the third by the same score.

Round 4:
With her corner starting to become visibly frustrated at Tiera’s inability to secure a knockout they felt was inevitable, the CWF corner was as poised as ever. Much like the first, Skovbye emerged energized with a lust for blood; slinging wild, unrelenting overhands and hooks as González tried to match her approach and dodge every hellfire missile one-by-one. With Eiza on her heels, Tiera pinwheeled through a straight left that finally caught meat, rocking Eiza as it pierced her breast and slung her into the ropes. The wounded brunette winced as she ducked behind her forearms, curling against the wall as Tiera unleashed a desperate volley. González’s taut frame twisted and curled as she was bludgeoned by a left uppercut to the navel, savage spiked right to the heart, then an awkward club to the side of her chin. The slumped brunette buckled as the last snapped her neck sideways, her knee folding inward and nearly spilling to her ass as Tiera kept the pressure pouring on, plastering her to the ropes.

Still deftly peeking through her forearms, González dipped through another head shot and retaliated with a biting left hook to the blonde’s slender, exposed ribs. Tiera squealed in frustration, but coiled another; once again swinging over top and being gutted by another jab to the belly. Eiza sagged against the ropes sucking wind as the blonde was forced to backpedal, sputtering herself as the round petered out before Tiera could floor the brunette. 10-8, Skovbye.

Round 5:
The break would prove far too short for González, as Skovbye picked up right where she left off with another thunderous overhand that immediately cracked Eiza’s splintering guard. Rather than backing off, the defiant brunette instead pushed the confounded blonde, ripping a left-right into her modest bosom before cocking a loaded left of her own. Tiera skid sideways, holding her tits with a pained expression etched across her twisted features; but just before Eiza could unload her seismic overhand, the ever-alert blonde snapped a tight jab across the brunette’s hanging jaw. González’s upper half sloshed limp as her overhand dissipated into thin-air, gurgling as she stumbled forward and skewered herself over a debilitating rising uppercut to the solar plexus.

“HHHOOHHHNNGGGGGHHH” The brunette hoarsely mewled, her plump cheeks devouring the string of her thong as her ass jut skyward, gagging her gum-shield between her legs as Tiera peeled her off with disgust.

The shattered brunette rudderlessly drifted sideways as Tiera pulled back and polished her glove, kissing her mitt before capping the same devilish one-two combination that floored Victoria Justice just two months ago. González’s skull snapped 90-degrees sideways as Skovbye mercilessly strode through a crippling uppercut to the bottom of her chin, lifting her to her tippy toes before pooling flat on her belly, folded awkwardly over her own arms.

“Flyweight, Bantamweight, Lightweight… They’re just words. I OWN you at any Division, chica!” Tiera lurched forward and barked in Eiza’s ear, punctuating her point by planting a heel on her shoulder and kicking the twitching brunette to her back.

1… 2… 3… 4… “Whoopsie!” Tiera grinned, feigning remorse as her little shoulder-roll spilled Eiza out of her belted tube top. The blonde was halfway through her victory lap when González lulled to her shoulder, grimacing and somehow struggling to all fours.

5… 6… 7… Skovbye hammered her heel and shrieked in frustration as González hit her feet at 7, nodding along to the official’s instructions before being allowed to continue.

The remainder of Tiera’s round was largely spent showboating, dancing circles around the listless brunette, and spewing obscenities toward the CWF corner. Skovbye pranced through a few more audacious knockout attempts, but González had the foresight to see them coming and stall until the bell. Another dominating round for Skovbye, and she takes control with another 10-8 round.

Round 6:
Before the sixth round bell, Skovbye was already back on the hunt; prowling González’s corner and luring her into a trap by keeping her hands crossed down around her waist.

“Come on, free shot!” Skovbye sneered, leaning forward and offering her chin to the woozy brunette.

Eiza took the bait, but only to the naked eye; coiling a colossal, phony left hand that got Tiera to flinch. At the first sign of an extended wind-up, Tiera revoked her offer; slinging a rangy right hand toward Eiza’s jaw. Only Eiza had broken off her ambitious left. Instead, the brunette stalled and let Tiera’s snare come up empty; the blonde floundering as she swung, missed and left her rib cage open for a ruthless shiv from González. Skovbye hoarsely squealed and recoiled, awkwardly bent sideways with her mouth touching the floor as she held her pulsing side. Pushing through the suffocating pain, the blonde pinwheeled through another pair of overhands, each coming up woefully short as Eiza bobbed out of range with the roll of her shoulders; only to slide forward and spike a straight left into the center of Skovbye’s slender sternum.

The blonde sputtered and gagged her mouthpiece to the mat, her wide bulbs pooling as her knees buckled, staggering sideways into the ropes. González’s corner erupted into a frenzy as Skovbye continued to be dissected, whipping another left hook toward Eiza’s shoulder only to have it arrogantly swatted away. González’s once-twisted features were resolute and expressionless as she shadowed the drifting blonde; darting left for a straight right to the navel, then back right for a thumping sweeper to the tits. The Canadian’s towering frame slowly angled and warped as Eiza poured meticulous, penetrating body shots into her abdomen; the blonde finally spilling into the corner post and messily dribbling a stream of drool down her chest as she desperately gulped down oxygen. Tiera’s sternum swelled with sharp, abbreviated breaths before a meaty right hook buried into her heart, flattening her tits and collapsing the exasperated blonde flat on her face.

“Get your ass up… I decide when I’m done with you…” González insolently hissed, standing over the squirming blonde as she piled up in the corner.

1… 2… 3… Skovbye was in a losing battle with her own body, her legs noodling as she desperately commanded them to stiffen and help her stand.

4… 5… 6… 7… 8… First rolling to a seat, then lifting upright with the aid of the ropes, the winded blonde meticulously made her way upright; exhaustedly whimpering as she placed hands on hips while the official looked her over.

Skovbye’s first effort after the restart was a pathetic one; attempting to lasso the spirited brunette and pull her into a clinch before being force-fed another disdainful straight left to the liver. Tiera spilled drunkenly into the corner once again, gagging and hooking the top rope with the crook of her armpit before being washed over by González’s tidal wave. Eiza erupted on the shell-shocked blonde, twisting through a one-two pair of left hooks that nearly bifurcated the gaunt, splayed Skovbye. Tiera curled into a standing fetal position, feebly whimpering as González drove the fight fully out of her with left hook, straight right, overhand, uppercut, and a final vicious spike that petitioned the official to step in and save Skovbye from the onslaught.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 6, EIZAAAA GONZZZZÁLEZZZ!!!!"

Post Fight:
After using her corner to remove her gloves, Eiza straddled the slumped, fetal Skovbye; the blonde refusing to make eye contact with González much to the delight of the brunette.

“Before they come and drag you back down to play with the Flyweights, you owe me something. You gave Victoria ‘something to remember you by’, now I want my prize…”

Having not forgotten the fifth round, nor the humiliation the Queens had seen fit to dole out in the prior two contests, Eiza draped herself over Tiera and began clawing at the strapless bra banded around her chest; not stopping until she yanked the bunched material over Tiera’s head. Skovbye helplessly blubbered and squealed as Eiza twisted two sets of digits around her disheveled locks, lifting the sobbing blonde to her feet and traipsing around the outskirts of the ring with the Canadian in-tow. With little more than a makeshift armbra, Tiera was mortified as she was awkwardly hunched and shown off to the crowd, finally taking all she could stand and ripping an anemic elbow into González’s midsection.

“Oh kitten, bad idea…” Eiza gruffly pant, slinging Tiera spine-first into the corner post. The blonde wailed as her naked upper half sprawled over the ropes, her mouth hanging agape before González crow-hopped forward and slung a vicious, bare-knuckle spike overhand into her jaw. Tiera’s skull snapped sideways as a tremendous clap of flesh rang out; her lithe, topless frame pitching and convulsing with spasms as she slid down to a graceless, slumped seat on her ass, completely unconscious.

“Am I still ‘not a THREAT’, you delusional nobody?!” González hissed, tracing the Queens sidelines until she pressed nose-to-chin with Zooey Deschanel.

“Exactly which of your ZERO career wins qualifies you to talk boxing? Why don’t you hand the press duties back to [Amy] Acker, at least she competed when she fought… If I need advice on how to STILL be a snobby b*tch despite never winning in a decade long career, I'll come to you."

"OKAY, Eiza, she's had enough..." A calming voice rang out from the CWF ringside box; none other than Natascha McElhone calling off the dogs.

A tongue-tied Deschanel could only bristle and stamp her heel on the apron; preparing to take a swipe at the preening brunette before thinking better of it.

Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (1) vs. Queens of Absolution (2)