CBAD: Eiza González vs. Caylee Cowan

Tale of the Tape:

Eiza González (23-28-0, 23 KO)
5'8, 33 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Caylee Cowan (4-10-0, 4 KO)
5'6, 25 years old
Global Boxing Syndicate

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 52nd appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Sonora, Mexico native, standing 5 foot 8, weighing in at 120 pounds, EIZAAA GONZÁLEZZZZ!!”

Outfits:
González’s taut, sculpted frame was custom-contoured for the micro ring garb she’d been carefully poured into. Her dark, golden skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat as she seductively crouched through the ropes, shimmying the slightly offset tube top banded around her swelling bosom back into place before settling into her corner and sliding into her gloves. The brunette’s slender stems rippled with toned muscle as she dipped at the waist, touching her toes as her plump backside devoured the tiny, pale-pink string thong flossed between her cheeks. She tossed her braided pony tail over her shoulder and beamed an infectious smile as she rose, rapping her gloves together and readying for the bell.

Coming off perhaps the biggest win of her budding career against streaking JMD superstar Elettra Lamborghini, Caylee Cowan was more than prepared for the uptick in viewership; at least ornately-speaking. The blonde’s slender waist was tightly wrapped in a strapless, push-up corset bra; her massive, natural E-cup breasts salaciously 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:
González had managed to sneak in a buzzer-beating win in her Stable debut to avoid getting shut out in 2022, and was looking to build on that momentum this year. Buried just behind the recent butterflies of topping Lamborghini, Cowan was dealing with her own demons. A loser of eight-straight before shocking the JMD-lioness, Cowan reverted to her previous form early; overwhelmed by the aggressive length of González. A poignant overhand from Eiza tore through the blonde’s lackadaisical defenses, rattling her button nose in just the first minute. A stiff jab to the center of her sternum, looping hook that bounced and ballooned her massive orbs, ferocious sweep hook that pierced her navel; the languishing blonde stumbled sideways, fishing with a wanting cross that was batted away. González continued to flurry with little to no resistance; clubbing a handful of ribby hooks into Cowan’s underbelly, doubling the flustered actress before shoving her into the ropes at the break of the bell. González commands the first, 10-8.

Round 2:
Cowan appeared completely unprepared to handle the brunette’s blitz in the second, again repulsed across the ring as Eiza washed over her for the first thirty seconds. González’s taut abdomen rippled with muscle as she twisted and contorted, slinging meaty hooks and overhands into the blonde’s plump upper half. Finally anchoring as she circled back to the center of the ring, Cowan whimpered and curled as her buxom frame was buckled by an unrelenting barrage; only the hailstorm was finally starting to slow. Overwhelmed, but not yet washed away, Caylee managed to feather a crooked straight left through their bodies; thumping González in the breast and making her heart skip a beat. The brunette cocked a loaded right hand high above her shoulder, spiking downward toward the blonde’s rack in retaliation; only to have the crook of her elbow snagged by a savvy defensive forearm. Deflecting and wrapping up González’s right arm, Cowan twisted and tugged the brunette into an awkward, chesty pancake. Eiza softly exhaled as the breath was pushed from her lungs, her sternum deflating before Cowan snaked a piercing right underhook below the delicate curve of her ribs.

González lifted to her tippy toes before sagging back down, her mouth dropping open in astonishment before a second hook lacerated her rib cage. Her guttural grunt was quickly drowned out by an excruciating squelch; her arched abdomen buckling as Caylee pistoned the tender cartilage with a third thundering uppercut. The gangly brunette pinched to her side as she peeled away, swaddling her pulsing ribs and limping across the outskirts as though she was still tethered to Cowan. González’s taut belly flexed and spasmed with quick gulps, struggling to draw in a full breath as she continued to crunch her midsection to protect her tender side. Cowan was quick to the hunt, throwing all other targets aside in favor of seeking out Eiza’s reddened rib cage. To her credit, the brunette was well trained in keeping her damaged side hidden; switching to a goofy-footed stance to avoid leading with the wrong leg and stalling out to reach her corner for a much needed break. 10-8 in dominant fashion for Cowan.

Round 3:
After a brief reprieve, González still looked as though she was hauling around a sprung bear trap in the third. Lacking some experience leading from the front, Cowan tried her damnedest to circumvent Eiza’s desperate defenses and find her weak point; maybe to her own detriment. Instead of racking up damage and points, Cowan appeared frustrated that she couldn’t out-rotate the brunette and pummel her damaged rib cage. In the latter half of the round, González began to look more like herself; closing the bell with her first flurry since the opening moments of the second round and drawing closer than she had any right to. Caylee narrowly takes the third and the lead, 10-9.

Round 4:
Cowan had been turned into a completely unsure puncher to start the fourth; trying to fight on the deck of a moving boat as Eiza made a habit of flashing her wounded hide just to invite the blonde forward into trading range. Pull close, then twirl through heavy, varied rights, and González was the one who started to pull the leash. Cowan tried to get her toes wet by fluttering in a hip-high right of her own; glancing off the brunette’s trim abdomen before a rotary left was tucked into Caylee’s solar-plexus. The porcelain blonde gurgled and lurched forward, mewling as she tipped forward at the waist and fell face-first into González’s chest. The defiant brunette hip-bumped Cowan to posture her; snapping lefts into her hanging bosom, the last of which exploded against her underboob and lifted her out of her sagging corset. Cowan mewled and dove forward, hooking Eiza’s hips and trying to bully her into a backpedal. The brunette stamped her heel and dropped anchor, churning forward and ripping uppercuts into the blonde’s jaw. Cowan’s teeth clacked as her skull whipped back, alternating gloves rattling against her chin and overflowing breasts; a final crunchy dart snapping against the blonde’s rosy cheek and cutting her wires.

1… 2… The blonde folded atop her own limbs as she was felled, twisting up to her haunches before spilling drunkenly back to her belly.

3… 4… 5… 6… Cowan floundered forward on her stomach, her freed bust mushrooming against the canvas before she tried with all her might to press to all fours, only to collapse with nothing left to give.

7… 8… 9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, EIZAAAA GONZZZZÁLEZZZ!!!!”