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OFFICIAL FCBA "25TH ANNIVERSARY" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 February 2024 at 7:44 pm

Tale of the Tape:

Amber Nova (6-1-0, 6 KO)
5'4, 32 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Hilary Duff (10-23-0, 5 KO)
5'2, 36 years old
Free Agent
Former FCBA Bantamweight Title Holder

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

Intro:
“AND NOW! Making her 8th appearance in the ring fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the South Carolina native, standing 5 foot 4, weighing in at 110 pounds, AMBERRRR NOOOOOVA!!”

Outfits:
Amber Nova’s chiseled frame was made for the skimpy CWF attire; her sleek, rippling abdomen tightly strung up in a thin-banded bandeau top that mushroomed her perky B-cups tightly to her sternum. Her slender hips were bit into by a high-waisted string thong that split her plump, bronzed cheeks; dark mascara coating her narrowing eyes as she shadow-boxed into the ring. Adapting her grandiose wrestling entrance into a much more modest display, Nova fidgeted as she settled into her corner and swept her long, high pony tail over a shoulder.

Hilary's stout, compact frame glistened in a pair of tight, spandex booty-cut shorts and matching push-up bra; her trunk-like stems rippling with muscle as she hit the balls of her feet and sparred in her corner. At age 36, the former Champion was still jaw-droppingly fit; her thick, muscular frame equally as impressive as Nova’s leaner version.

Round 1:
Duff had sandwiched perhaps the biggest upset of 2023 between a trio of losses; beating Sophie Mudd at JMD of all places and nearly rocking the Front Street star out of a job if the early rumors were to be believed. Mudd would respond in a BIG way, but Duff wouldn’t. Any momentum that might’ve been harnessed from that win was thrown away, and the former Bantam Champion looked lost early.

Nova was starting to look more and more like the most promising Flyweight at The Federation; bathing Duff with an upheaval of body shots in the first thirty. Hook, cross, hook, uppercut; Hilary retreated almost instantly as her flexing midsection eroded from the pressure. Flailing into the ropes, Duff pumped a pair of stumpy retorts into Amber’s rippling abdomen; the redhead unbothered as she shrugged and pounded the actress in the lips with a sidewinding overhand. Left to the temple, right to the hip, left-left to the ribs, right to the jaw; a reeling Duff skittered into the far corner with an undocking shove to Nova’s chest. McElhone crescendoed in Amber’s ear as she hunted a shocking early finish; wading through some more trash from Duff, swatting away defensive barbs, and loading an ear-high right. Duff narrowly slid free as Nova’s overhand spiked the post instead; winding to the wrestler’s back and slicing a bitter parting left across her clavicles just as the bell sounded. Nova wanted more, but she’ll settle for a 10-8 opener.

Round 2/3:
After a much more assertive second from the blonde that heeled Nova temporarily, Hilary found the front foot in the third period. Just off the stools, Amber was cuffed by the muscular blonde; buckled by a rotary left-right-left that clawed through her ribs on either side and gave Duff cover-fire to squeeze in tight. Nova slid to her heels to create more room, but Duff ate it up with an uppercut to the chin; waltzing in tandem with the floundering redhead as she backtracked and bowed against the ropes.

A slicing hook across her pert rack, left-left chunking off her shoulder, thundering hook-cross to the chin; Nova wobbled as the blonde showed her ever-dangerous power. Nova rotated out but was once again tracked down as Duff started to feel herself; blading a jolting right hook off Amber’s temple, then a spiky overhand off her cheek. The redhead bared her teeth and slouched sideways with a grimace, sprawling over the ropes as Duff sweltered. The blonde turned back the clock with a flurry in the late stages; cutting Nova down in the corner in the last thirty. A hook to the chin sent a mouthful of drool misting from Nova’s lips, a thumping one-two to the tits concaving her sternum, a straight to the clavicles slamming her into the post; slouching forward as Duff poured one, two, three, four wicked overhands across her flushed features. Nova’s taut abdomen flexed as she sagged almost to a knee at the bell; stammering as she aimlessly trudged back to her corner. Duff pole-vaults in front with two vintage rounds; 10-9 and 10-8.

Round 4/5:
Nova earnestly listened to McElhone’s coaching before the fourth as if it were gospel; rebuffing the front-footed onslaught from Duff and using her length to keep the blonde on her outskirts. After a slower, but more self-assured fourth from Nova, the fight was all-square.

It was the fleet feet of Nova versus the raw power of Duff nearing the halfway point; Duff methodically gaining confidence and traction as she planted her stout lower half and lashed out with a violent overhand that whizzed over a rolling shoulder. Amber just slid through, ducking the lightning right and puncturing Hilary’s thick midsection with a sharp tap-tap to the belly. Duff gutturally grunt, scrunching forward slightly before coiling a compact left through Amber’s lips. Nova bleated as a spatter of blood misted the mat; springing to her toes and bounding away before a follow-up could load.

Bouncing on the balls of her feet, Nova arched her lithe frame away from two extended jabs; swatting at Duff’s outstretched hands before jutting out with a left-left-right of her own. Hilary’s skull snapped back as Nova stamped her chin with all three; winding left as her heels subtly knocked together in a bit of a daze. Hilary’s heavy lower half dropped anchor, twisting violently through a right hook that just brushed the bouncing pony tail of Nova as it hung over her shoulder; skittering out of the way before scything a fadeaway left across Hilary’s flushed cheek. The blonde mewled as her wires instantly crossed, her hands falling away as she side-stepped in a world of trouble. Nova astutely pressured, zippering a left-right-left up Duff’s torso; hip, ribs, chin. The aging Champion’s jaw sloshed as the final left rattled the side of her skull, her eyes crossing as she teetered sideways and fell into a bludgeoning sweep-right. BANG, Duff’s lights flickered as Nova stuffed a barbaric right hand into her eye-socket; her compact frame freezing in place for a split second before spilling messily to the canvas.

1… 2… 3… 4… Hilary’s bulbs rolled in their sockets before her eyes fluttered shut, her hands extended at her sides as she jolted with spasms. Nova threw her fists skyward before springing back to her corner; leaning against the ropes and watching in tandem with her jubilant coach, McElhone.

5… 6… SHE’S OUT! SHE’S DONE!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 5, AMBERRRR NOOOOOOOVAAA!!!!"