CBAD: Victoria Justice vs. Lucy Pinder

Tale of the Tape:

Victoria Justice (26-34-0, 26 KO)
5'5, 31 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Lucy Pinder (7-22-0, 7 KO)
5'5, 40 years old, 32H
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

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

Intro:
“AND NOW! Making her 61st 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!!”

“AND HER OPPONENT! Making her 30th appearance in the ring. Please welcome the Hampshire, England native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 125 pounds, LUCYYYYY PINNNNNDERRRR!!”

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.

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.

Round 1/2:
Justice had been on fire over the last six months; winning four straight and starting to erase some of the negativity in her past as she climbed toward 0.500. The last holdover inter-Stable bout that was scheduled prior to the CWF’s Brit expansion saw fan favorite Lucy Pinder come to town. Justice kept her momentum churning in the first, but the train started to wobble in the second.

Pinder had taken plenty of coaching before, but the CWF was starting to be known league-wide for their drastic turnarounds. The buxom brunette wasn’t fighting JMD, but Justice’s bust felt the Brit’s pop in the second stanza; drummed by a breathtaking hook-hook-STRAIGHT that swept her off her feet in the first minute. Vika buckled as a side-hook pounded her heart, an under-hook scooped out the left side of her sternum, a punctuating straight dart pierced her slender rib cage. Her features scrunched as Pinder wound up and pinwheeled another handful into her wobbling upper half; shoulder, clavicles, liver, hip, sideboob. Berated against the ropes, Victoria shelled up and waited out the storm; twisting and bunching to deflect reckless impact until Pinder ran out of punching fuel toward the end of the round. After jumping out to a lead with a 10-9 first, Justice falls behind as Pinder takes the next 10-8.

Round 3/4:
There was a friendly, playful air that was shared between the two during the break; but once the bell rung that all went out the window. Justice was scratching to break into the top-25 at Fly, and Pinder was clawing to match the longest winning streak of her career; yet it was the heavy underdog who kept stacking trade-wins. Pinder had a weight advantage over the lanky Hollywood native and she knew how to use it; barreling over Justice in the opening salvo and dragging the fight into the corner. Lucy took advantage of the break in Vika’s guard; slicing hooks into her flank, pouring side-winding lefts and rights into her gut, ripping into her delicate waist with HEAVY, chunking shots. Justice twirled through an ambitious overhand, but Pinder saw it coming a mile out; ducking and rising with a bone-rattling uppercut that clamped Victoria’s jaw shut. Cheek, chin, temple, jab, hook, HOOK; Justice tipped forward as she was dissected, swathing over the Brit to put the breaks on her speedbag.

Lucy had tossed the far more experienced Justice out of the driver’s seat; adding to her stunning run with a third consecutive commanding round in the fourth. After taking the third 10-8 and the fourth 10-9, Pinder found herself up four heading to the midway point in the bout. Despite being the same height, Justice was undoubtedly feeling the class difference; as Pinder’s weight made her an impossible target to get out from underneath.

Round 5/6:
McElhone had bounced around to both corners to offer coaching, but Justice was in dire need of it now. Bullied and battered by the curvy Brit, Vika looked answerless for three straight rounds as Pinder tossed her around like a rag-doll. Just after the glove touch, the game-plan was immediately evident; MOVE. Justice skated circles around the bigger Brit; bouncing and springing in for a quick tag here, a slithery strike there. Pinder continued to thrash away at air, but her reaction time was starting to diminish after so much leather having been thrown. Justice’s pace was torrid, her vastly superior fitness giving her a strangle-hold on angles; ripping into Pinder’s midsection with repeated jabs and whips aimed at slowing her down.

A heady changeup had gotten Justice right back into the contest, but her sixth round was sublime. Pinder had reeled in her lumbering pursuit; instead dropping anchor and letting Vika dance all she wanted. In the end, she knew that Justice still had to come to her. Come to her she did; darting in and lacing a left across Pinder’s rack before the brunette could swat back. Justice slid past another bear-claw and rap-rapped a jab-cross against Lucy’s navel; doubling the busty brunette and sending her slinking into the ropes. Pinder helplessly spilled out the top of her tiny, belted top; barking as Victoria winded around to her hip and SPIKED a left off her temple. Pinder was in the mud now, sprawling into a half-split to remain on her feet as Justice methodically pierced her floundering upper half with sharp nails. Overhand to the cheek, uppercut to her bare rack, overhand to the shoulder, jab to the clavicles; Pinder contorted and buckled lower with each dissecting strike before a spit-take left slung across her lips. Pinder blubbered as her upper half sloshed in slow motion; her glassy bulbs lulling shut as her thighs pinched inward and she collapsed, sprawling out on her chest.

1… 2… 3… 4… The felled Brit pitched with spasms as her enormous bust mushroomed out from beneath her sternum; her torso swelling with deep, sharp pants as her face remained buried against the mat. Her arms were awkwardly caught up beneath her abdomen, but she wasn’t coherent enough to unravel; instead simply twitching as Justice retreated to the far corner.

5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!! SHE IS OUT!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 6, VICTORIAAAAA JUUUUUUSSSSTICEEEE!!!!"