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14 February 2023 Katrina Bowden vs Krysten Ritter

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QUEENS OF ABSOLUTION VS CELEBRITY WRESTLING FEDERATION STABLE WAR

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 14 February 2023 at 5:57 pm

Tale of the Tape:

Katrina Bowden (3-9-0, 3 KO)
5'9, 34 years old

vs.

Krysten Ritter (2-8-0, 2 KO)
5'9, 41 years old

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 13th appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Wyckoff, New Jersey native, standing 5 foot 9, weighing in at 125 pounds, KATRINA BOWWWWDEN!!"

Proudly dawning the Celebrity Wrestling Federation's lewd, standard attire; Bowden confidently gloved up in her corner while a few trainers kept her tucked into her garb through the shadow boxing routine. Bowden's pert, glistening chest was wrapped tightly in a thin-banded, pale pink tube top; her golden stems split by a cheeky string thong that peeked out just below the frayed, high-rise edge of her playful skirt.

Ritter answered with a crimson, strapless leather bra that hugged her pert, porcelain chest. The raven-haired beauty wore her hair loose; framing her pale, glistening cheeks as she wandered halfway out of her corner in an effort to intimidate the preening blonde. Much to her chagrin, Bowden failed to take much notice of her shadowy presence, or at least pretended not to. Like those before her, she slipped into a pair of matte black gloves; “QUEENS” embroidered in gold along the knuckles.

Having stormed back from an early deficit, the Celebrity Wrestling Federation found themselves level in this seesaw affair; now turning to one of their hottest fighters to seize the critical fifth bout. Despite a pitiful record that wasn’t all too dissimilar from Ritter’s, Bowden had strung together a pair of wins in her last two; one of which was a colossal upset over Alexandra Daddario. Given her age advantage, the CWF was just as confident in Bowden as the Queens appeared to be in Ritter.

Round 1/2:
While Bowden might have been the younger and more spry of the two, Ritter was far more practiced in the last two months; even if most of that work came in losses. Almost to a fault, Ritter was frighteningly explosive; vaulting halfway across the ring with each of her violent volleys as though she was trying to end the fight with a single punch. And if the shouts of her corner were any indication, she was. Bowden, to her credit, had seen far greater power than Ritter’s throughout her career. Though, most of it had left her seeing stars and blinking up at the rafters.

Katrina was kept on her back foot throughout the first two rounds, finagling for very little in the way of offense as Ritter purposefully trudged after the skittish blonde and swung repeated, reckless clubs into her cracking guard. Very few crammed all the way through, but the abrasiveness of her onslaught was enough to steal the optics and tilt them in Krysten’s favor. Nothing much to write home about from Bowden, and Ritter takes the first two rounds each 10-9.

Round 3:
Seemingly giving her gloves a break and letting the ego shine for a while, Krysten Ritter did more jawing in this frame than punching. Frustrated with the blonde’s patience thus far, Krysten was trying to taunt Bowden into opening herself up for a titanic highlight-reel; another Queen who chose to play with their food rather than eating it. Given her record, the brunette’s words carried little weight; much more fit to come from someone in the upper echelon than someone in Ritter’s beleaguered position. Katrina had the wit to realize this, instead answering each attempted barb with a piston to the brunette’s slender abdomen to shut her up. Permitted to find a puncher’s rhythm, Katrina poured on the leather late; yo-yo’ing Krysten between a trio of overhands to the shielded temple just as time expired. Katrina nabs her first round, 10-9.

Round 4:
Castigated by her corner for taking the last round off, Krysten came out ready to wallop to start the fourth; erupting with a two-tap combo to the blonde’s perky chest just as they shuffled to meet. Bowden squealed as her tits were flattened, palming her underboob as Ritter ducked and rounded a looping overhand into Kat’s pursed lips. The blonde’s tightly braided pony tail whipped through the air as her skull snapped backwards; her bulbs plastered wide as she buckled and drunkenly wobbled into the post at her hip. Bowden’s high-rise skirt rode up around her belly button as her gangly frame twisted and squirmed against the turnbuckle; sagging as she curled behind her forearms and hid behind desperate, balletic movements to avoid the hurricane of leather from Ritter. Huffing with exhaustion after clubbing a bony wall for 60 seconds, Ritter began to pick her spots more carefully; sneaking some seeing-eye jabs through to Kat’s ribs to at least claw some more points out of the round. Bowden ends the round in a bad way, but survives. Krysten takes back full control, 10-8.

Round 5:
Finally able to unveil her much-improved counter game, Katrina saddled the previously unfettered brunette with a hint of doubt as she dipped beneath an early overhand and speared Ritter’s vulnerable navel; doubling and wounding Krysten to the point she was forced to slink away. Ritter’s lurching punches lacked the same substance when thrown from her back foot, and with the runway cleared of debris, Bowden approached in a near-sprint as Krysten was batted into the ropes.

The blonde poured a lightning-quick left into the brunette’s bosom, drilling the wind out of her sails before twisting a high-low set of hooks into her left side; dotting her abdomen with a pair of meaty thwacks. Ritter’s bulbs drooped in their sockets as her arms lulled around her waist, sagging well below her statuesque full-height as she scrunched gracelessly against the half-wall. Bowden was relentless as she dunked repeated uppercuts into the brunette’s hips and abdomen, finally rising with a crunchy left hook that snapped against Krysten’s gaping jaw, sloshing her into the turnbuckle. Her corner desperately pleaded to shell up for the last fifteen seconds, clumsily ducking and rolling as Katrina cranked into a fever-pitch to finish her off; lumping wild flurries up and down her abdomen before the bell finally saved Ritter. An impressive late gasp from Bowden turns this into a big round, 10-8.

Round 6:
After a commanding round in which Krysten simply looked out of gas, Bowden once again advertised the frightening athleticism that gave Daddario fits; darting around a sluggish, looping left from Ritter and ripping a biting hook into her lower rib cage. Ritter’s mouth fell open as she gagged her mouthpiece to the mat; a stream of drool dribbling along with it as she fumbled to catch the rubber gumshield while staggering diagonally away from the stalking blonde. In deep trouble, Ritter twirled through a set of twisting hooks, each whooshing past Bowden’s smirking features before she slid into another vicious straight left. Krysten squealed as her pale chest took the brunt, hoarsely wailing as she folded into the ropes at her side and crudely swiped again at Bowden.

With little meat behind Krysten’s spiritless rabbit punch, Katrina strode right through it undeterred; face-washing the slumping brunette with her left palm before trumpeting a pair of savage right hooks into her navel. Ritter’s midsection folded and scrunched, mewling as she was gutted in rapid succession; finally allowed to tilt forward into a sweeping left cross that snapped her lights completely out. The raven-haired beauty tipped gently to her toes before careening forward like a felled redwood, her lashes fluttering before she sprawled flat on her belly at the blonde’s feet.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… The slumbering actress softly pitched with light, rocking convulsions as Bowden straddled her hip; miming as though she was checking her watch as the official curtly went through the count.

8… 9… 10!!! She’s done!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 6, KATRINAAAAA BOWWWWDENNN!!!!"

Post Fight:
After a quick jaunt around the ring with her hands raised high, Bowden completed the lap and landed right back over Ritter; shaking out of one of her gloves and taking a heavy seat atop the slumbering brunette’s lower back. With a toothy smile, the blonde twisted her digits around a clump of Ritter’s tangled, matted locks; yanking her torso off the canvas and proudly displaying the loopy actress’ flushed features to her home-half of the arena.

Sliding her hand down Krysten’s sweat-slicked chest, Bowden hooked the underside of her strapless bra and rose off Krysten’s spine to her feet; in one motion spilling the brunette out of her top and dangling the twitching Ritter at her hip. Krysten awkwardly propped on her knees as the band of her strapless bra caught the crooks of her armpits, hanging limply at Katrina’s side as the blonde proudly displayed her trophy.

Stable War: Celebrity Wrestling Federation (3) vs. Queens of Absolution (2)