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24 June 2024 Lucy Pinder vs Caylee Cowan

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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 24 June 2024 at 7:59 pm

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Lucy Pinder (9-24-0, 9 KO)
5'5, 40 years old, 32H
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Caylee Cowan (4-13-0, 4 KO)
5'6, 25 years old, 34E
Global Boxing Syndicate

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

“AND NOW! Making her 34th appearance in the FCBA. Please welcome the Hampshire, England native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 125 pounds, LUCYYYYY PINNNNNDERRRR!!”

Lucy was scantily clad in a pale-white, sheer bikini that clung to her heavy H-cups as if it were painted on her skin. The thin-banded bandeau top did little to contain her natural, overflowing chest; her heaving orbs swelling as though they were fastened with a belt given the ample cleavage and underboob being shown. The Brit’s bronzed skin glimmered with a light sheen of perspiration; her satin, shoulder-length locks already soaked through and matted with sweat. Heavy, thick eye-liner coated her long lashes; the smoke from her mascara mixing with the flush of her rosy cheeks as she waved to throngs of fans. The biting floss of her string thong bottoms was lost to folds of flesh as it trailed between her plump ass cheeks, grinning ear-to-ear with a toothy smile as she slid lewdly into the ring.

Cowan was a trainer’s dream; fit, lanky, and impossibly curvy in all the right places. 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:
Cowan was a complete mystery when studying her results; squandering what could have been a career-propelling victory over Elettra Lambourghini by losing five straight after. Pinder was another mediocre test to see whether she’d turned any sort of corner in her preparation and execution. While the Brit was fifteen years her senior, Lucy had been fighting extremely well since signing on with The Federation and the expectation was that she’d get even better. Both custom-contoured for JMD, it was tough to pick a favorite before the young filly EXPLODED onto the scene in the opener. The gangly youngster absolutely SHELLED the brunette’s heavy rack in the first two minutes; slicing hooks testing the tensile strength of her bandeau top, weighty uppercuts emptying her lungs, straights dotted from navel-to-clavicles. Pinder was answerless in the face of Cowan’s bottomless energy, falling behind quickly with a 10-8 round in Caylee’s favor.

Round 2/3:
Pinder was a sponge in the intermission, seeping up her corner’s wisdom and dumping it right back on the blonde in the second. Her record might be underwhelming, but the Brit was a JMD specialist and she’d taken FAR worse punishment than Cowan doled out in the opener. All it took for the front-running Cowan to figuratively fall on her face was a nasty, gnarling overhand right to the heart; the Cali-native wailing as her springy bust was HAMMERED by the blood-thirsty brunette. Pinder saw red as the flood-gates finally opened; hook-hook to the ribs, underhanded left to the waist, chin-temple-cheek. Cowan blubbered as a JOLTING left snapped against her bony jaw; drooling her mouthpiece between her legs before Pinder crow-hopped forward and LACED a wicked right between her jugs. Caylee’s chest concaved around Lucy’s fist as she was bludgeoned into the ropes; walling off behind her wobbly hands as Pinder stamped another handful of probing rights up her midsection. The blonde’s tight abdomen flexed and spasmed as her belly took loads of un-shielded punishment; Pinder mercifully being stymied by the bell before she could hunt a finish.

Despite the Brit’s success in the second, she was stuck in neutral for the majority of the third. Cowan’s frustrating, unorthodox defense mechanism consisted mostly of turning-tail and running; and with Pinder giving up nearly two decades of youthful exuberance to her opponent, it was in her best interest not to chase. The pair saw-off to a draw in the third.

Round 4/5:
Thanks to a mental and physical reset of sorts, Cowan was able to hit the gas again in the fourth and simply overwhelm her older counterpart; leaning on the back of a colossal ‘punches thrown’ advantage and narrowly stealing the fourth round despite doing little damage herself.

While somewhat unspoken, McElhone made it clear in the break that it wasn’t in Lucy’s best interest for this fight to needlessly drag along. Pinder took the message to heart, using an opening flurry to really put the blonde’s feet to the flame. Cowan and Pinder traded brutal, fleshy hammer-fists to the jugs; the blonde bleating as she pulled away holding her jiggling chest. Pinder winced as she followed, subverting Caylee’s expectations as she pawed out with a deceptive left hand before CUTTING a looping right across her lips. Cowan’s fleet footing turned to ice skates; sliding into a retreat just before Lucy lassoed her in the near corner. Cowan attempted to clam up in a shell, only for Pinder to RIP alternating hooks into her abdomen to open her back up; navel, rib cage, clavicles. Caylee blossomed and whooshed an uncoordinated left over Lucy’s ducking head; the Brit rising and STAMPING a one-two-three up her frame. A chunky side-hook rocked the blonde’s hip, a bladed left sinking into the supple underside of her hanging bust, a BONY uppercut wiring her jaw shut; the blonde teetering wide-eyed to her heels for a split second before CRASHING to her ass near the ropes.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Caylee fumbled to all fours before dragging up on the ropes; her ample bust swelling out the top of her push-up corset as she pant with frenetic breaths. Pinder bounced on her toes and seemingly readied for a re-engagement; waiting for a starry-eyed Cowan to pass the official’s check before coming right back on. The busty Brit put everything she had behind a full-bodied, chest-high right; POUNDING through Caylee’s forearms and thumping her porcelain bust with a weighted defibrillator. The blonde gutturally squelched as she erupted out the top of her corset, lawn-chairing at the waist and sagging into the near post. Pinder sidled after and CLUBBED a left across her cheek, then a right; palming the blonde’s bare, swelling orbs and tipping her back upright. Cowan’s frame twisted as Pinder plastered her against the steel post at her back and SCORCHED her torso; hook-uppercut-hook, jab-jab to the rack, uppercut to the belly. FINALLY the official poured in and stopped Lucy’s mauling, hauling the Brit off her fully slouched victim.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 5, LUCCYYYYY PINNNNNDERRR!!!!"