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29 March 2024 Victoria Justice vs Caylee Cowan

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OFFICIAL FCBA "MARCH MADNESS" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 29 March 2024 at 10:38 pm

Tale of the Tape:

Victoria Justice (25-34-0, 25 KO)
5'5, 31 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Caylee Cowan (4-12-0, 4 KO)
5'6, 25 years old
Global Boxing Syndicate

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

Intro:
“AND NOW! Making her 60th appearance in the ring for the FCBA, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Hollywood, Florida native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 110 pounds, VICTORIAAAAAA JUUUUUUUUUSTICE!!”

Vika’s delicate frame was tightly strung up in a thin-banded bandeau top that mushroomed her perky B-cups tightly to her swelling sternum; her slender hips bit into by a high-waisted string thong that split her plump, bronzed cheeks and disappeared between their folds. The lithe brunette’s dark locks were twisted in a tight, high pony tail; the tip of which danced against her shoulder blades as she bounced in her corner. Her lashes were painted with heavy, dark mascara and eyeliner that swooped with long wings toward her temples; her eyes narrowing as her opponent made her way in.

Coming off perhaps the biggest win of her budding career against streaking JMD superstar Elettra Lamborghini, Caylee Cowan had yet to capitalize on that momentum; falling right back into bad habits and losing four consecutive. The blonde’s slender waist was tightly wrapped in a strapless, push-up corset bra; her massive, natural E-cup breasts overflowing out the top. Her pale, porcelain skin blended with the bleached white top and matching string thong that disappeared between the curves of her lower half.

Round 1:
While Justice hadn’t fully shed her reputation of being an up-and-down fighter, she was an impressive 10-5 since joining the CWF. That said, this was exactly the type of fight she was prone to losing after winning her last three. Cowan ideally shouldn’t make the far more experienced brunette sweat; and in the first Justice looked as though she was in the right state of mind to make short work.

Vika paced the Cali-native into the corner in the first fifty; winding a succession of hooks into the body to push her to her heels. Left to the gut, right to the ribs, left to the rack, right to the ribs; Cowan wheezed and broke off with a grimace as Justice gleamed and circled back to level. Victoria ducked a blistering overhand and hauled another wheelbarrow-uppercut to the bottom of Caylee’s bust; springing her overflowing bosom and eliciting a shrill squeal from the blonde. Chin, solar-plexus, CHEEK, HIP; Cowan buckled and twisted through Justice’s ringer before a stumpy left just missed her temple. Cowan ducked and churned off the ropes, burying her shoulder in Victoria’s gut and walking her back to center. Justice hammered fists down on the small of her back before Cowan cleverly straightened and cut a left hook across the brunette’s lips. Justice was CAUGHT; her legs sliding apart into a half-split before steadying and gracelessly wobbling off her mark. Doe-legged and chasing the bell, Victoria tramped around the outskirts for the last ten seconds; commanding the round overall but being staggered late. It should’ve been more, but Justice takes the opener 10-9.

Round 2/3:
It seemed all Caylee needed to get her tail in the air was a spark and some tinder; as her late round find ignited a powder-keg in the next two rounds. Justice was a hollow shell of her opening round-self as Cowan found her chin repeatedly; a bladed hook-jab-hook combo to the lips bouncing the brunette’s pony tail in just the first thirty seconds. Justice vaulted through an undisciplined overhand volley, McElhone scolding from the corner just before Cowan rebutted with a venomous side-hook that crunched against the actress’ jawline. The brunette squelched as Cowan pushed and drummed a BRUTAL one-two-three off her bust; flattening her tits and trampolining her into the ropes. Justice fended off a swooping attack with pure athleticism as Caylee pursued; ducking a left, side-stepping a right, bobbing through a scissor-combo of jabs.

Eventually wading off the ropes, Vika slid around the back and lashed a parting left that thumped against Cowan’s temple and shook her footing for a split-second. Not at all deterred, Cowan kept the same flame to Justice’s feet in the third; burying her with punches in the corner on two separate occasions and taking back-to-back rounds by a score of 10-9.

Round 4:
Two rounds of being bullied by the bigger Cowan and Justice was starting to lose her temperament. Encouraged by her corner to employ more of a ‘guerrilla warfare’ approach, Justice put on her skates and started to out-rotate the slower blonde. Skidding in, Justice sliced a hook-hook-STRAIGHT through Cowan’s inviting rack; only to quickly olé the rebuttal. Grimacing as she swung and missed, Cowan dropped her hands as Justice rushed right back in; chunking a left-left-RIGHT through her navel.

Swelling in and out like the tide, Justice would bite and retreat before Cowan could snag her; flaying the increasingly stationary blonde up and down her abdomen. After a handful of rushes, Justice had all but buried Caylee up to her ankles in concrete; this time feigning low to drop the blondes hands before ERUPTING through her chin with a crooked uppercut. Cowan floundered as her head was snapped straight back, her bulbs vacantly flickering in their sockets as she sagged with bent knees. Her hunched frame teetered forward as Justice slingshot to her haunches; streaking a torrid right overhand from shoulder-to-hip, crushing Cowan in the side of the head. Caylee’s heavy hands fell first; gurgling as she dropped her mouthpiece to the mat and slowly tipped forward, CRASHING face-first to the canvas.

1… 2… 3… Cowan’s sprawled, lifeless frame pitched with convulsions on her belly; her arms folded up beneath her massive, pancaked chest as Justice threw hers to the rafters in jubilation.

4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… SHE’S DONE!! SHE IS OUT!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, VICTORIAAAAA JUUUUUUSSSSTICEEEE!!!!"