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10 June 2023 Stacy Keibler vs Lisa Marie Varon

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CWF COUGAR SHOWCASE # 1

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 9 June 2023 at 8:58 pm

Tale of the Tape:

Stacy Keibler (36-29-1, 29 KO)
5'11, 43 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Lisa Marie Varon (AKA Victoria) (0-0-0)
5'8, 52 years old
Free Agent

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 67th appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Baltimore, Maryland native, standing 5 foot 11, weighing in at 130 pounds, STACYYYY KEEEEEIBLERRRRR!!”

Outfits:
After Tina Louise made short work of Yoko Matsugane, the crowd was still buzzing from the changeover to this second fight in the Celebrity Wrestling Federation Jaguar Showcase. For as heavy a favorite as Victoria would have been in the wrestling ring, Keibler had that same money stacked on her side tonight. Even still, the former two-time Unified Welterweight Champion couldn’t help but feel some WWE demons creep into the back of her mind.

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 toe-touch as she ducked 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 and pressed to her tippy toes against the ropes, lifting to tie back her tightly-braided pony tail before pumping her gloved fists together.

Making her FCBA debut, but no stranger to the ring was Lisa Marie Varon. Known in her professional wrestling days as Victoria, the two were old rivals between the ropes. Signs depicting an unconscious, spread-eagled Stacy Keibler littered the throngs of Varon supporters behind her corner; as Keibler had been the very first victim of Victoria’s devastating debut Finisher, the Widow’s Peak some 20 years ago. Varon was confident her incredibly fit physique would continue to translate just as it had two decades ago; sharply shadow-boxing in her corner with malicious intent to lay Keibler out just the same. Lisa was clad in a form-fitting, yellow spandex sports bra and tiny booty shorts; looking every bit as stunning and imposing as she had in her WWE days.

Round 1:
The two former Divas still had oodles of catty, malicious chemistry that flared up just seconds into their crowd-rousing dance; the entire arena rising to its feet like it was a full Friday Night Smachdown house. Varon had enough pent-up energy to run Keibler ragged in the first two minutes; collaring the blonde and leading to touch all four posts with an array of heavy volleys that lacked polish, but packed plenty of bone-crunching stopping power. Titanic, unwieldy hooks shanked off Keibler’s flexing side; whizzing overhands and crosses rocking her slender upper half as her frame finally sunk into the ropes. Keibler bowed and twisted as Varon crudely groped at her chest with stumpy, mauling body hooks; falling back into old habits with a near belly-to-belly Suplex maneuver before thinking better and instead slinging the gawky blonde across the ropes into the corner. After a pitiful opening round that saw some of her old Diva incompetence resurface, Keibler’s corner needed to remind her she was fighting LISA VARON, not Victoria. 10-9 Varon.

Round 2:
The second round was far more expected, with Keibler rekindling some of that same spark that carried her past Missy Peregrym in her last outing. Varon was overwhelmed by the blonde’s technicality; floundering as the lithe, lanky Baltimore-native slung ten times as much leather as she had in the first. Keibler had a much more comfortable time spiking down with her efforts, while Varon was forced to punch uphill; worn out as the last thirty seconds saw Stacy pour it on. Keibler postured high over a slouching Victoria, waxing the cornered brunette with a relentless pinwheel of clubs to the torso and chin. Still impossibly chiseled, Varon could only flex and shell for so long before a bony left tore through her crunching ribs and rattled her into the post. A retaliatory hook to the navel kept the stalking blonde at bay, forcing Keibler to think better of a buzzer-beating engagement and concede the last few seconds. Varon finally caught a glimpse of the blonde’s two decades of experience in THIS ring. Keibler levels it, 10-9.

Round 3:
Feeling herself a bit more after sensing Varon’s inexperience, Keibler burst out of the gates; cleaving a pair of overhands across the brunette’s ample chest, swinging her long arms like whips as she lashed Varon off the center-spot. Lisa backpedaled headlong toward the corner post, curling behind her forearms as Keibler kept up in a single, equine stride; ripping a low hook that rapped fleshily off Varon’s hip. The brunette grunt and scrunched sideways, wincing as a second sliced through her ribs on the same side; hoarsely mewling as her spine clanged off the post between her meaty shoulder-blades. Crow-hopping forward again, Keibler strode through a final sweeping hook, slashing across the top of Varon’s shoulders and aiming for the temple as a fleshy *CRUNCH* erupted.

Keibler’s long lashes fluttered in betrayed shock as Varon scrunched beneath her hook and pistoned a venomous uppercut through her belly button, her jaw falling open as though she’d just taken a blade to the gut. The doe-eyed blonde throatily gagged as Varon twisted through another pair of lefts, cracking against the delicate curve of her ribs. Stacy’s pendulous stems buckled and pinched inward, stamping unsure like a baby deer learning to walk, trembling as Varon pushed off the ropes and walked her down. A ferocious cross to the sternum, underhook to the chin that vibrated her cranium, one-two set of hooks to the low-hanging waistband of her thong bottoms. Keibler’s statuesque frame quaked and contorted as Lisa pummeled her across the ring, ending with another bifurcating uppercut to her punctured tummy. Keibler was being walked right off the ledge of a cliff, exhausted and exasperated as she desperately reached out and grabbed hold of Varon as best she could; twirling and launching the brunette toward the far ropes as though she was expecting a wrestling rebound. Varon alertly hooked the top rope with her elbow and denied Keibler’s attempted slingshot maneuver, just in time to catch Stacy lifting one of her long stems off the canvas as though she was going to dust off her signature Spinning Heel Kick. Varon was even more quick to admonish the blonde than the official, cackling in the face of Keibler’s desperation. The woozy blonde huffed in frustration and played keep-a-way for the last thirty seconds, thoroughly bullied and humiliated by her old rival to the point she’d nearly gotten herself disqualified. Varon takes a surprising lead with a 10-8 round, but more importantly she’s right back in Keibler’s head.

Round 4:
The sweat-slicked blonde narrowed her eyes as the two strode into their fourth clash, still standing tall as Varon adopted a more hunched, boorish stance. Varon was first to strike, lurching to try and nab the slender belt of Keibler’s top with her left before snapping a straight right jab into the blonde’s heart. Keibler’s torso shook as her tit was pierced, whimpering as she skid to her heels, momentarily dropping her arms as her feet clacked together. Varon confidently traced her retreat, walking right up to Keibler’s wheelhouse and windmilling two low hooks toward her belly. Sucking in her slender gut, Keibler snaked out of the path of Varon’s punches, hitting her back heel and raking a spiky overhand through the brunette’s chin. Lisa’s skull bobbed on her shoulders, blubbering as her arms instantly fell away, drifting sideways before Keibler alertly slid a left cross into her temple. A mist of sweat detonated as Keibler pocketed Varon, twisting her lifeless frame to the canvas with a demonic one-two.

1… 2… 3… 4… Varon awkwardly skid to a stop flat on her face, gurgling as her arms twisted and mangled up beneath her torso.

5… 6… 7… The heaving brunette sputtered and whimpered, stirring with only enough life to somewhat unravel and sink flatter on her tummy. Keibler immediately vaulted atop the nearest turnbuckle, barking at the Varon supporters and planting her flag over the downed Victoria for the very first time. A long time coming at that.

8… 9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, STACYYYYY KEIIIIIBLERRRRRR!!!!"