CBAD: Katrina Bowden vs. Jordan Carver

Tale of the Tape:

Katrina Bowden (6-11-0, 6 KO)
5'9, 35 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Jordan Carver (3-18-0, 3 KO)
5'6, 37 years old, 30K
Black Eagle Boxing

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 18th appearance in the ring, fighting under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the Wyckoff, New Jersey native, standing 5 foot 9, weighing in at 125 pounds, KATRINA BOWWWWDEN!!"

Outfits:
Katrina confidently gloved up in her corner while a few trainers tucked and feathered at her daringly lewd garb through the shadow boxing routine. Bowden's pert, glistening chest was wrapped tightly in a thin-banded, sheer white bandeau top; her golden stems split by a cheeky string thong that peeked out just below the frayed, high-rise edge of her playfully short skirt. Her loose, shoulder-length locks were a wavy, dirty-blonde; already matted with a touch of sweat from the pre-fight routine.

Carver dawned an equally skimpy and provocative ring attire; a matte black, tiny triangular string top and matching thong bottoms. The brunette’s long hair trailed freely down her back, splitting her shoulder-blades as she leaned against the post in her corner. Jordan tucked her overflowing K-cups back behind the thin fabric, all-business and sick of losing to the CWF.

Round 1:
After a 1-9 start to her career before signing with CWF, Bowden had been resurgent in the last three years under their tutelage. Carver wasn’t the strongest of opponents by any means, but KB still managed to put her tail in the air with a breezy opener. The leggy blonde played whack-a-mole with the shorter brunette in the first two minutes; showering a floundering Carver with sharp, rangy barbs from afar. Lefts and rights pistoned into Jordan’s lips as she tried to wiggle around the ring for openings; stamped in the cheek with repeated jabs that led to visible frustration.

Bowden was unbothered as the Brit couldn’t infiltrate her tight bunker; looping a few pitiful hooks toward the taller blonde’s midsection but paying for her troubles each time. Lanky jab-jab to the chin, bitter overhand to the forehead, stomach-churning hook right to the jugs; Carver was deterred each time she dared to sidle into Bowden’s wheelhouse. Showing an ever-inflating air of confidence, Bowden soars in front with a 10-8 first.

Round 2/3:
If the CWF scout team had learned anything from their recent bouts with Carver, it’s that the Brit could get awful dirty when backed against a wall. Katrina would see no exception to that rule; as the blonde’s corner started to warn her of the building storm as she pinned Jordan to the ropes in the first minute of the second round. Katrina stuffed and prodded with prickly lefts; picking her way through Jordan’s hands as Carver sagged against the ropes. Suddenly as her head was sprung straight back by a sharp jab, Carver dove forward and scooped Bowden up in a bosomy clinch. Kat skid to her heels as she was lifted beneath the armpits and craned to full height; gracelessly pedaling backwards before Carver slung her sideways and sliced a parting hook across her jaw.

Bowden squelched as the unorthodox jab caught her by surprise, rattling her brain-case and sending her awkwardly fumbling into the ropes. Carver caught her with a handsy grope as she rebounded off the rubber; palming her perky chest and roughly riding her into the far corner. Bowden twisted at Jordan’s wrists as her tits were mauled; the chest of her bandeau top humiliatingly torn around her navel before Carver pulled away and SMASHED her flushed cheek with a crooked uppercut. Bowden’s head lulled on her shoulders as the Brit vaulted through another rising missile; ripping left-right-right across Kat’s lips before a bony uppercut snapped her gaping jaw shut. Katrina snagged the top rope with the crook of her elbow and curled an arm around her bare chest; giving her back to Carver as the pinwheeling Brit battered and ripped through her ribs for thirty straight seconds. Katrina wailed and sagged lower as each crunchy body shot pierced her side, finally eeking to the bell.

The third round would be no kinder, as the battered blonde spent much of it still feeling the aftershocks of Carver’s late surge. Bowden was wading through quicksand as Carver emptied her weapons cache; shelling the blonde’s lithe abdomen for another three minutes with virtually nothing coming back her way. With a pair of 10-8 rounds, Carver jumps in front and looks determined to stay there.

Round 4:
Katrina nodded along as she was tended to in her corner; being refused the stool as McElhone tried to wake her legs. Whether it was gamesmanship or actual fruit being beared, Bowden looked lively in the first twenty. An artful sidestep helped her turnstile another bullish charge from Carver; tossing her into the ropes before following shortly after. The Brit chunked a meaty left off the curve of Kat’s hip on entry, but the blonde pushed through; throttling Carver’s heavy rack with a speedbag left-right-left-right. Carver wheezed and deflated against the outskirts; hamstrung by the crippling pulsing in her chest as she tried to ready a retort. Instead it was Bowden who shouldered into the bully; cracking her cornered clam and pulsing her bosom with another BRUTAL, clubbing straight. Jordan’s frame shook as it trampolined into the ropes; gagging as she concaved around her wounded upper half.

Jab to the clavicles, one-two scything through her hip, chugging uppercut that lifted her rack; Carver wailed and lawn-chaired at the waist before THWACK. A mist of sweat and slobber erupted as Bowden slid left and cleared the launch pad; RIPPING a knee-to-chin uppercut into the brunette’s jaw that immediately floored her.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Carver was miraculously still coherent as she fumbled and sloshed to all fours; looking up at Bowden through sweat-matted locks for a moment before rising with the help of the corner post. She made the necessary wardrobe remedies as Bowden quickly retreated to her corner for a whisper from McElhone; promptly waved back in by the official as Carver declared herself fit. The Brit was like a bull in a china shop; torpedoing lefts and rights into empty pockets of air, stamping around after a balletic Bowden, fumbling messily into the ropes. After a handful of misses, the brunette ran out of steam; crashing into Bowden and pulling a makeshift clinch as the two twisted into the corner.

Katrina chopped down on Carver’s wrists to break her controlling grip; leaking out the side of their embrace and snaking a bladed right across her temple. Carver fluttered and hammered a forearm into Bowden’s sideboob; rearing back for another before the blonde blistered her cheek with a jarring left out of seemingly nowhere. Left to the temple, uppercut to the rack, uppercut to the chin; Carver’s knees wobbled and fell into a split, caught up in the blonde’s updraft as she sweltered with a hurricane of strikes. No more than a handful rocked the Brit before the official dove in, calling off the dogs as Jordan fell into a puddle at Bowden’s feet.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 4, KATRINAAAAA BOWWWWDENNN!!!!"