Caylee Cowan vs. Bebe Rexha

Caylee, meanwhile, exudes an aura of total indifference. “I’ll say this for her, she’s got the perfect name for tonight. Rexha. Because I am going to wreck that b*tch. I understand starting at the bottom, but this is borderline ridiculous. Still, just because she’s barely worth lacing up my gloves for,” Cowan cupped her breasts as she added, “I hope she doesn’t think she’s gonna miss out on getting a taste of these gurls when she wakes up.”



Last seen in these parts as a blonde, tonight Rexha sports flame red hair—perhaps a deliberate choice to contrast with her opponent—and comes out in a hot pink bikini top and boy cut bottoms that do an admirable job of highlighting her impressive undercarriage. Her gloves are white. Caylee sports a black two piece, the waistband of the bottoms in white. There’s a rectangle at the center of the waistband, like a faux belt buckle, within which are three golden C’s, the second curving within the confines of the first, and the third within the second. Her gloves are gold.



Round 1: Newcomer wastes no time in showing what the hype is about, setting the tone from jump street, an early right to the jaw rocking the redhead and putting her on the immediate defensive. Rexha’s counter attacks all either meet air thanks to a weaving Cowan, or deflect off the buxom blonde’s gloves and guard. True to her word at least, Bebe manages to avoid the dreaded first round knockout, but that seems less a case of the Albanian beauty’s resiliency and more a matter of Caylee electing not to attempt an early kill shot. Cowan seems content to keep her opponent at bay, landing the occasional belly or chest blow when she wishes. Is she simply toying with her food?



Round 2: Initially, the second verse plays very much out the same as the first, Caylee using the jab effectively to keep Bebe at bay. And though she lands some solid body blows early, Rexha’s defenses appearing to be firming up the longer the round goes. Then, late in the round, the redhead takes advantage of a long-elusive opening, landing a hard left to the gut that suddenly puts blondie on the backpedal. Rexha in hot pursuit, working her along the ropes, following up working the tummy, eventually forcing Caylee to resort to the clinch. And though Cowan manages to stuff in a couple of body shots near the end, Bebe takes the round by an eyelash.



Round 3: The resurgent Rexha comes out hot, looking to maintain the momentum. Caylee is only moderately chastened by her opponent’s rally, approaching with a little more respect… but not enough. Early on, Bebe lands a solid right to the blonde’s jaw that jellies her legs, and she swiftly follows up with a left-right-left to Cowan’s most prized assets. And for the first time tonight, the newcomer looks the part, Rexha beginning to take the newcomer to school. Caylee’s earlier arrogance begins yielding to anguish, and maybe just a hint of concern as Bebe’s blows continue to accumulate. She can at least take some comfort when the bell sounds that she made it through the round standing, and managed to capitalize on a couple of the infrequent openings Rexha had left her. But the redhead is the clear winner of the round. As the two head back toward their corners, Bebe glances back over her shoulder, a sassy swish in her hips as she shouts, “Hope you’re ready to kiss this, baby! Just a matter of time!”



Round 4: Now it’s Cowan who needs to come out and flip the script. And though she’s certainly looking a little more ragged after her ordeal last round, Caylee heads out of her corner determined, the earlier condescension in her eyes replaces with purpose. And with anger. But Bebe’s feeling confident now, having weathered the early storm. She goes headhunting early… but ends up kissing leather when the blonde weaves clear and follows up with a right to the mush. And from there, the tone is set. It’s ALL Cowan for the next three minutes, helping herself to whatever she wants—belly, boob, jaw—practically whenever she wants it. By the final minute, Rexha’s pretty much abandoned any pretense of attempting to counterattack and is simply looking to hang on and get back to her corner. Caylee has little interest in allowing her respite, staying in pursuit, working her into the ropes, Bebe snuggling in to force a break near the end.



Round 5: The haughtiness is back in Caylee’s eyes, and now there’s a cruel smirk on her lips. Bebe, so very confident just a round ago, comes out sluggish, tentative, sweat soaked, breathing labored. Cowan picking her shots, punishing the tummy when Rexha tries to guard high, then landing heavy shots to the chin when the redhead directs her defenses lower… until a WICKED right uppercut to the jaw sends Bebe crashing to her well padded backside in the final minute! Rexha collapses into a starfish, the ref ordering Cowan back as the smirking blonde blows on the fist that had just put her opponent down. Bebe barely manages to get her elbows under her by the count of nine, eyes glazed and blinking and she looks ahead, but otherwise never threatens to beat the count. A resounding KO5 for Caylee Cowan in her debut.



After: Caylee’s corner crew offer the blonde their congratulations, but the blonde barely acknowledges them as she works off her gloves. Instead, her malicious gaze remains locked on the felled Rexha, watching as attendants attempt to rouse the redhead out of her drunken stupor.



Only once a groaning Bebe begins to sit up does Cowan move out of her corner. Brushing away the rabble around the woozy Albanian beauty, Caylee snatches a handful of Rexha’s flame red locks and tugs the still-winless woman up to her knees. “It’s your lucky day,” the blonde sneers down at her. “Before tonight, you were destined to just be an afterthought. Now, you’re part of history. You will forever be known as the first b*tch to get jugged out by the most dominant bantamweight force the FCBA has ever seen.”



Without another word, Cowan STUFFS Bebe’s face into her cavernous cleavage. With next to no leverage to work with, and frankly just barely conscious to begin with, Rexha can only impotently buck and thrash as the voluptuous blonde leans into her, forcing the redhead deeper and deeper onto her haunches. It’s a matter of seconds before Bebe’s hands drop from slapping at Caylee’s hips to falling limp at Rexha’s sides.



At last relenting, Cowan straightens up, allowing Bebe to crumple flat to her back. “No one will ever be able to take that away from you,” she tells the slumbering redhead, almost as if she was reassuring her. “You’ll forever be the first to fall to Cay-Oh Caylee.”