CBAD International Card

TAYLOR SWIFT VS KATHERINE MCPHEE 2

Results: Lookout Writing: Franchise

Prefight: "That first fight with Katherine has long been on my mind. I was green and made the mistake of trying to slug with her. Tonight I'll even the score and send a message to Joss and Iggy that I'm no creampuff" states a confident Taylor Swift. "Taylor has come quite a ways from the overconfident rookie I faced a few years ago. However she still leaves her chin exposed time and time again. Tonight I'll have to knock her out again and show the division that I'm no pushover" responds Katherine McPhee. Taylor out first escorted by Jaime Pressly. Swift disrobes to reveal a lemon yellow bikini and matching gloves, short blonde hair framing her face. Kat out next, disrobes to reveal a tight green and white striped bikini, white mitts, hair swept back in a high ponytail. The crowd oohing and aahing at Kat's toned body, McPhee winning the disrobing as Taylor scowls from across the ring. Clear contrast evident from the refs instructions as brawny and voluptous Kat chests up to her tall slender foe.

R1: Taylor quickly working the jab, not making the mistake of trying to slug with Kat, stiching out rapid combinations before retreating to the outside, darting in and out to keep McPhee under pressure. Brunette covering up as she turns midring, dukes at her temples as stinging punches spank off her shoulders, forehead, and taut abs. Slender blonde baring her teeth, releasing flurries in quick succession, then sidestepping to lather her foe. Kat unable to plant her feet and mount much offense, Taylor all smiles as the bell sounds, slamming her left mitt into brunette backside winning a scowl from her foe.

R2: Kat's physical advantage evident from the start as she eats a flurry of blonde jabs before working her way inside and slamming straight rights into Taylor's breasts, spooking her into covering up as she feints high before spanking her flanks with leather. Swift legging the perimeter as she regains her composure, working behind her jab and legging away once McPhee tries to close the distance. Blonde sidesteps to her right as a hook sails above her shoulder, countering with a pair of uppercuts that skid up brunette rack and slam into Kat's chin as the big brunette babysteps backwards. Taylor slinging jabs to the belly and breasts as McPhee covers up, using her legs to pivot around her vexed foe and finding a home for her straight right jabs around Kat's lovely brown eyes, left eye beginning to swell as Swift darts in and out, denying her foe a pitched battle.

R3: Taylor moving forward confidently, ducking beneath a brunette jab and missing with a left hook, Kat feeds her a counter right followed by a left uppercut that drops a stunned Taylor to her backside! Swift shaking her head in frustration, beating the count at seven, legs still wobbly as Kat works her way inside. Big brunette showing her foe up with supple movement, batting jabs against her guard, sidesteps a right hook and detonates a left hook on blonde temple that sends Swift falling backwards against the ropes, Taylor's backside lands on the bottom rope, mitts draped above the top rope as McPhee charges forward, Swift wrapping her arms around Kat's sweaty lower back, holding on for dear life until the ref breaks them up. Brawny brunette punishing her girl on the ropes, beating her shabby as Taylor holds on to the bell.

R4: Kat darting out of her corner, spearing a squealing Swift into her own corner and throwing punches from every angle. Taylor's back pressed against the turnbuckles as she covers up earmuff, stooping forward, hating McPhee's punishing bodyshots. Blonde fighting for survival leaning her left shoulder in, loading up and pelting away at brunette ribs. Kat stooping forward to provide a smaller target clubbing away at blonde belly and breasts, but also starting to scuff up Taylor's face with sneaky right hooks. In the final minute Swift is staggered by a flurry of hooks to the breasts and chin, spinning into the ropes as she covers up earmuff giving up her body as Kat chugs away.Brunette leaning in with her head and burying shots into blonde belly button beats her belly like a drum without mercy, but she can't seem to put her girl. At the bell Taylor is sobbing gently behind her mitts, scowling as she makes her way back to her stool, easing herself down gently as Jaime tends to her roasted body.

R5: Taylor won't quit, still dazed from the previous rounds beatdown she goes back to her bread and butter, peppering Kat with rapid jabs as she works her way inside, leaning in to snuggle as McPhee hurls punishing lefts and rights. Swift fighting valiantly, slowly muscled to the ropes by Kat, big brunette keeping her mitts at her ears, elbows pressed against her flanks as Taylor leans down on her, pressing her head against McPhee's guard while bouncing shots off her shiny flanks and belly, punishing shots sending tremors through Kat's toned body, winning a pained sigh from a shocked McPhee. Kat answering back, unable to supress her girl, sneaking the occassional shot through Swift's guard but she's unable to get any real mustard on it, quickly bringing her mitts back to protect her chin.

R6: Swift working her way forward, spearing Kat's breasts with rapid jabs, McPhee lowering her head, ducking beneath a jab and slamming into her foe's breasts sending a slapping echo throughout the arena. Taylor in shock, stumbling on her heels: she's ashen-faced, as brunette begins to pepper her jugs, clinching desperately as she seeks to retreat to the open ring after the refs break. McPhee denying her any reprieve, winning the battle for position and ensnaring her foes left hand, staying just busy enough to keep the official at bay, helping herself to blonde belly. Taylor able to wrestle her left free and torque her body just enough t slam a hook into Kat's right eye forcing her to disengage. Swift follows with a series of rights to the ribs and breasts forcing McPhee to drop her mitts, allowing blonde to snap brunette head back with a pair of left uppercuts, Kat swooning, hands dropping to her sides as Taylor swivels her head with a right hook that sends her spinning around as she hits the canvas! Blonde seething, bodied back by the official as big brunette lands on her side, staring out into the crowd. Kat manages to sit up at six, get to all fours at eight, but collapses back to the canvas as she attempts to rise, lips pursed as the count hits ten! KO 6 Taylor Swift!

Taylor leaps into Jaime's outstretched arms, absolutely beaming as she evens the score. Blonde makes her way to Kat's stool, embracing her foe in a tight hug before beginning the post fight interviews. "Gosh, Kat's still a beast, she really took the wind out of my sails a few times, but I refused to go 0-2 and knocked her out. Down the road I'd love to fight her again. Joss... I'll see you soon."

ARIANA GRANDE VS CAMILA CABELLO 2

Results: Lookout Writing: Franchise

Prefight: Both organizations planning to feature their young songstresses more in the coming year, a second clash between the pair seemingly inevitable after the fireworks of their first encounter. Cabello coming off a good rookie year going 4-4 with all four wins coming via knockout, but showing early troubles against bigger girls, evident from her brutal loss against Sandara Park and narrow win against Carly Rae Jepsen. Ariana looking to put 2016 behind her, going 0-4 and never lasting to the final bell leading to whispers about her chin. Arena set up on the lovely sands of Santa Monica, ring setup a stones throw from the lapping sea. Cabello enters first in a baby blue bikini, matching gloves, hair swept back into a ponytail. Ariana out next, she tosses a t-shirt into the wind to reveal a pink bikini framing her deeply tanned body, matching gloves, hair swept back into a high ponytail.

R1: Cammy out to a quick start, deflecting a trio of jabs before barreling Ariana into the ropes and burying her head into her breasts, Cabello chugging away with both hands battering Grande's flanks and belly as the boca beauty tries to shove her off, face pinched in agony and disbelief as she can't get Cammy off her. Finally Grande manages to clinch and pry her left between her and Cabello to give her body a reprieve. Ariana on the run for the final minute, thrusting out jabs and sliding along the ropes as Camila gives pursuit. Between rounds Grande's seconds urging her to use her legs and take away Cabello's strength by blasting her body.

R2: Ariana takes her seconds advice, throwing a hailstorm of jabs to close her foe to the ropes before slinging rights just beneath Latina elbow following up with lefts to the belly and breasts as Cabello twists in the pocket, eventually sinking against the ropes, trying to find a way out of Grande's leather storm, Cammy getting desperate as her body quivers under bombardment, slinging desperation hooks and uppercuts, jugs sloshing as Ariana easily evades her missiles, responding with cruel jabs that slice into Cabello's left eye and breasts, Cammy listless against the ropes, seemingly ready to go as the bell sounds. Cabello groggy on her stool, blubbering as her seconds try to instill some discipline.

R3: Ariana hopping forward, mitts low as Cabello wilts along the ropes, Grande smirking, peppering quick tapping flurries of jabs off Cammy's mitts before lashing her across the belly and retreating to the outside. Ariana keeping up the relentless pressure, gradually breaking her girl down as Cabello throws less and less, she ducks beneath a sloppy left hook and slams a counter right into Latina navel dropping Cammy to her knees, Latina pooling to the sand, forehead buried in the sand as salty tears run down her face, Grande leaping for joy, screaming in disbelief when Cabello makes a shoddy nine, afforded precious seconds as the official wipes sand off her forehead and mitts and waves Ariana back in. Grande snarling as she drops her hands to her sides and beats her girl from corner to corner along the ropes, Cammy eventually showing enough sense to clinch, holding on for dear life to the bell. Official looking her over between rounds, offering her an honorable submission, as Camilla fends him off through the tears.

R4: Cammy stumbling forward like a drunken new years reveler, met with a nasty left around her guard that slams into her opposite ear, gutted by a right to her ribs as she staggers into a seething Ariana, Cabello stubbornly resisting, taking a horrendous bearing as she finally lands a few hooks to Grande's body forcing Ariana to shift her feet, lovely ladies grit their teeth and begin to exchange recklessly midring, Grande scoring with lefts to the face as Cabello's face begins to lump up, Cammy responding with sweeping rights into tanned torso, Ariana in agony, fighting back tears but continuing to pressure her girl, ladies brawling to the ropes where Ariana staggers her foe with a left cross, hurling a right hook to follow up as Cammy slams a left into her navel followed up by a right that snaps Grande's head back and drops her to the canvas with three seconds to go! Ariana breathing heavily, grasping the middle rope with her left as the bell sounds. Official looking both girls over, concerned that neither girl will walk out of the ring on their own after four savage heats!

R5: Little vixens needing assistance rising for the fifth as they both sag against their corners, official threatening to count them both out as they limp midring, trading underpowered shots off shoddy guards in short flurries. Ariana taking control after a sloppy first minute hurting Cammy with a pair of hooks to the chin, jabbing her to the ropes before gutting her with a right uppercut to the solar plexus, following up with left hooks off battered ribs. Cabello weeping into her mitts, twisting along the ropes as Grande rains punches down on her, eventually trapped in the corner, sweat flying across the ring as Ariana dominates, breathing heavily setting up for a straight right downwards onto her wilting foe as Cammy staggers forward, slinging a rising right that catches Ariana on the chin snapping her head back, following up with a left as Grande spins to her left and bounces off the ropes before collapsing face first into the sand. Cabello sobbing aloud, chest heaving as she stumbles into the neutral corner, official stops the count at three as Ariana isn't moving! KO 5 Camila Cabello!

Cammy collapsing into her corner, head bowed on her stool as her seconds tend to her, unable to rise for post fight interviews she conducts them swooning on her stool, blubbering incoherently. Grande not much better, blubbering one more go through bitter tears. Ariana had her girl at the brink several times but yet again somehow victory

SIENNA MILLER VS ELSA PATAKI

Boxing on the Beach


Prefight: "Sienna has long been overrated, look at some of her recent bouts. Any girl with pop and a good chin will eventually break her. Look at the Hu fight, if she would have found her rythm early Sienna wouldn't have managed to push it to the eleventh.  Heck, she'll be lucky to see the fifth tonight" states a confident Elsa Pataki.  "Well with a record like hers Elsa has the right to critiq... oh wait.... she's 0-2... tonight I'll beat her into putty while that old has been Pene watches from ringside" responds Sienna Miller. Elsa out first escorted by Miller foil and fellow Spaniard Penelope Cruz. Pene removes Elsa's robe to reveal a spectacular scarlet bikini, white gloves, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, strands on either side framing her face. Sienna out next escorted by Kate Hudson, disrobes to reveal a pink bikini, matching gloves, short blonde hair loose about her shoulders.  Seething staredown as the tandem of Cruz and Pataki glare at their foe. Sienna smirking, taunting Pene with another beating before they meet in Spain.

R1: Blondes storming center ring, abandoning any semblance of boxing as they slug away in a phonebooth, trading punishing lefts and rights as they seek to force their foe backwards. Miller showing great body movement, evading Spaniard haymakers while countering with cuffing lefts to the breasts enraging her, Pene shrieking from ringside, hurling insults at Sienna as she ducks underneath a left and weaves to her left, Miller taking her eye off the ball as Pataki slams a right uppercut to the pit of her belly sending Sienna staggering backwards. Elsa storming forward, bending at the waist, twisting horrendous left hooks and right uppercuts, slamming shot after shot into tight belly as Sienna covers up earmuff, gently crying out after each shot, Pataki moving well in the pocket, evading each clinching attempt and making her foe pay with quick clipping right hooks, crowd roaring as Spaniard cleans up, popping a left hook just underneath Sienna's elbow, dropping her guard as she sags against the cables, Elsa's eyes lighting up as she blasts a right uppercut through Miller's shattered guard and drops her to the canvas! Pataki bellowing downwards as Sienna sits on her haunches, shocked and lost as she tries to find her legs.  Miller manages to get a hold of the second rope at seven, rising just before the count hits ten, nodding glassy eyed at the ref when he checks on her. Elsa wading in, bodying up to her foe as she seeks to break her spirit, slamming compact shots into her ribs and belly as Sienna rides out the clock. Pataki taunting her foe, offering to end it in the next round as Miller slumps on her stool.

R2: Spanish beauty quickly off her stool, stunning Sienna with a sledgehammer of a right hook that staggers her, jabbing her back to the ropes as Miller reclines against the cables, crippling her with javelin like straight rights to the belly followed by left hooks to the ribs.  Sienna crying out upon impact, eyes bulging with each punishing body shot as she finally ducks beneath a looping right hook and slams a left hook right hook combination into taut Spanish body. Elsa gasping in pain, reaching forward to clinch as Sienna pumps a left hook to the belly followed by a right uppercut to the breasts and another left hook to the belly as Pataki's lips part in shock. Miller allowing her foe to clinch, slamming right right hands into Spanish lower back as the ref separates them. Sienna seeking revenge for the first, elbows at her waist as she bombards Elsa's rack with a swarm of hooks, following up with a right uppercut that snaps her head back and sends her teetering to the ropes at the bell.

R3: Elsa raggedy off her stool, staggering forward and falling into the ropes as she covers up earmuff. Sienna moving forward behind the jab, quick four punch flurries bouncing off Spanish guard before she leans into her battered foe. Miller pulling Elsa's head down, burying lefts to the body as Pataki flails desperately. Blonde butting her girl in the mouth with quick left shoulder butts, then pushing her upwards with her right elbow.  Elsa lolling, tears streaming her face as she begins to sob as her foe sinks left hands into her belly and breasts followed up by an uppercut that sends a sheet of sweat flying across the ring. Miller snarling,  slamming her left mitt into Spaniard body over and over again, following up with compact hooks battering her cheek and chin Pene shrieking as Pataki goes out on her feet, mumbling "no mas" as Sienna bludgeons her on the ropes.... and the ref rushes in! Official dragging Sienna to the neutral corner as Spanish beauty collapses to her knees, mitts dangling at her side... official waves it off KO 3 Sienna Miller!

 Sienna radiant I'm victory, sticking her tongue out at an irate Pene. "Elsa's right is like a sledgehammer, she got me a few times, fortunately I was able to wear her down and keep her off balance, Pene I hope you were watching as you'll fare no better." states a confident Sienna.