Post by Lookout! Boxing on Sept 30, 2016 14:07:09 GMT -6
Jenna Louise Coleman vs Sophia Bush (JMD Championship)
(Words: ABC / Results: Lookout!)
Pre-fight:
The hatred between Jenna Louise Coleman and Sophia Bush has been well documented and fans of the FCBA know that tonight is set to deliver one of the most explosive bouts the league has ever seen. The last time these boxing beauties met in the ring it was Jenna emerging victorious, getting a TKO in the eighth round over ABC’s golden girl, Sophia Bush. The Lookout! Boxing cutie made sure to rub in her win and after ‘gifting’ her furious foe with a training bra with the words emblazoned across the front, “Property of Jenna Louise Coleman”, has demanded that Bush wear the garment to this JMD championship bout before she is granted the opportunity to fight for the esteemed title.
Answering the invitation, Bush turns up on the day to Lookout! Boxing Headquarters with her fight crew of trainer Alyssa Milano, sparring partner Briana Evigan and stable GM Jennifer Connelly. After a short knock on the door, Sophia and her crew are lead in and to the Lookout! Boxing dorm room where Jenna awaits. “I’m only fighting one of you. The ugly one,” Jenna smirks. “The rest of you can stay outside. Oh, I should be more specific. The FAT, ugly one.” Her eyes then dart between Sophia and Alyssa Milano. “Oh fine, I’ll be more specific. The one whose jugs I officially OWN.”
Sophia is glaring at Jenna by this point. “You’re not even going to own the title once I’m done here, chipmunk.”
“Of course I am, bimbo,” Jenna scoffs. “I’ll still own the title, and I’ll still own those soft, flabby little mellows of yours. Speaking of, why aren’t you wearing that special training bra, you ungrateful slug?”
Sophia is bright red as Jenna reminds her. She stands there in a white tank top. “I am NOT wearing that f*cking thing.”
“Oh, you are. Or else, no title bout…” Jenna lets the words linger as she smirks arrogantly at Sophia, waiting for her.
Sophia exhales slowly, fuming as Briana produces the training bra from Sophia’s kit bag she was kindly carrying. Bri looks apologetic, but Sophia knows what has to be done in order to steal this title from Jenna and make it all worth it.
“Oh, that’s sweet,” Jenna giggles at Briana, “were you keeping that warm for her Bri? I CAN own your little jugs as well if you’d like. They already look like they need that training bra.”
Sophia snaps when Jenna taunts her stablemate and friend. “Keep talking, bytch, I’ll flatten those udders once and for all.”
“Oh really?” Jenna snarls. “Someone’s forgotten what happened last time, has she? Well, come on then and we’ll see which pair are flattened… again!”
Jenna heads just inside the dorm room and stops Sophia just on the other side of the doorway. “First, get your training bra on, little girl.” Sophia is frowning deeply, glaring at Jenna with contempt as she slips her tank off and puts on the Tardis Blue training bra that says ‘Property of Jenna-Louise Coleman’. Jenna is grinning, pleased at Sophia’s embarrassment before the fight has even begun, but then she leans in close to Sophia and pokes a finger into the middle of her cleavage. “Now, remember the password before I let you in here?”
Sophia’s brows furrow and she is starting to look really pissed off. “Let me in, fatty.”
Jenna raises an eyebrow. “Oh, no that’s not the right password, but I’ll remember that one for when I visit YOUR room.”
Sophia is only growing angrier and redder in the face, but she knows she has no choice at this point. “Jenna’s boobs…” she starts in a whisper, “are…”
“No, no, no!” Jenna interrupts. “Loud enough for everyone to hear. And with feeling!”
Sophia glares at Jenna as they stand face to face. “Jenna’s boobs are bigger.”
“Of course they are!” Jenna announces gleefully, cupping her jugs and shaking them at Sophia’s training bra. “But thanks for that, Captain Obvious!”
With a smug grin, Jenna heads into the dorm room and allows Sophia to follow, still glaring at the back of her pretty little head. The carpeted room has been cleared, bar a certain object moved to each corner of the room to act as turnbuckles. A bed sits in the far right corner, and a dresser in each of the others, one of which has the Jugs of Mass Destruction championship title sitting upon it.
“Eyes off MY title,” Jenna says smugly as Sophia notices the belt. “That is for the best jugs in the league. YOU do not rank in the top 600, you slob.”
Sophia is strapping on her gloves as she continues to bore holes into her rival with a look that could kill. Jenna is all smiles as she struts over to a dresser to fetch her own gloves and starts fitting them on in between lightly bouncing her championship jugs in threatening fashion.
“Let’s see how proud of those things you can be in a few minutes,” Sophia snaps, wading in, gloves up at the ready. Jenna returns the glare now and steps towards the middle of the room to meet her enemy and get this thing started.
Round 1:
Sophia is super pissed as this title bout officially starts, and she leaps straight in, fists flying. Jenna is on the back foot quickly, forced to defend, but she’s not about to be bullied, and she absorbs a few heavy blows on guard before jabbing sneaky leather onto Bush’s chin, slowing her bustling advances.
Jenna is mostly defence, and when she braves a few counters, Sophia’s defensive efforts reflex into action with ease. It is a deft display technically and defensively and this already looks like a title bout as the two extremely talented boxing beauties trade back and forth to swift guard work.
The girls manage to defend as desperately as they fight to force some offence, and by the end of the first, there is no clear upper hand held by either aggressive fighter. As they take to their corners after one, Sophia is touching at her jaw and Jenna is twisting to get a feel for light rib bruising, but all in all that round was tighter than an otter’s pocket and these sexy sluggers both look ready to chase that title.
Round 2:
Jenna comes out confident and bumps leather into Sophia’s midriff, jostling her back towards the corner with the bed-turnbuckle. Sophia’s jugs are jumping in her training bra and Jenna is grinning in smirking fashion as she POUNDS a right glove into the middle of left jug, squashing the lovely orb and making Sophia reel with a howl.
The deadlock from round one seems to have been broken in sudden destructive fashion as the first big jug shot of the night has Sophia jittery, and Jenna starts to find opening after opening now. A left jab up high at Sophia’s right eye keeps her from concentrating the guard on her chest, and Jenna blasts a right hook through left jug, mincing the lovely jiggling flesh, getting another pained howl from the struggling ABC beauty.
Sophia’s puppies are wildly bouncing about as Jenna starts a little speed-bagging, and then there is a huge scream from Bush as leather again cracks under her left jug, careening the boob straight up. The impact sends Sophia straight over onto her back on the bed, and that’s a knockdown!
Sophia is holding already bruised left jug, wincing as she breathes heavily on the bed, looking like taking an early slumber here. Jenna is cooing, grabbing her own proud JMDs. “Your choice piggy, a nap on those pillows there, or… these.”
Sophia is half wincing, half snarling as she forces herself up and scrambling off of the bed at about 7 and she is furious at Jenna’s arrogant quips and taunts. So far it is all Jenna though and taking one look at Soph’s left jug will tell you that.
Sophia persists, but Jenna has the confidence and the eye in right now and she is targeting that sorry left breast as often as she can while popping jabs at Sophia’s face to try and shuffle her guard.
The story is much different after two and Jenna is grinning as she takes to her corner, obviously chuffed with a second round knockdown. A disastrous start from Bush, but she is still standing and there’s time for her to turn things on their head again if she can protect that left jug.
Round 3:
Sophia looks worried, left jug sagging, a concerned look on her pretty features as she steps out of her corner to meet a confidently smirking Jenna, who seems to think she has her title defence wrapped up already. Jenna wades in greedily, throwing left, right hook combinations at the Coleman-branded training bra, but Sophia is doing her best not to let those puppies take anymore bruising shots. So, Jenna goes a little lower, pummelling abs, and Bush is lurching. Jenna grins as she sets up a wicked right uppercut that BANGS through cute nose, drawing blood and staggering poor Sophia.
Bush is completely bewildered by the face-busting uppercut, and Coleman is able to help herself again to perky jugs, banging left and right hooks, bouncing the orbs all about Bush’s torso in sore, but mesmerizing fashion.
Sophia is bleating, staggering back, trying to cover as Jenna bops challenger jugs wildly. Tears are forming and Sophia seems beside herself with the absolutely tragic way she has begun this title bout. Jenna’s champion jugs sit high and proud and Sophia’s are mewling now, drooping and bruising and flopping about with merciless battering from Coleman.
Bush tries to cover, but Jenna simply switches angles and softens every inch of wobbling flesh. Sophia tries to clinch, but Jenna takes the opportunity to grind her champion chest into her challenger’s, getting a new yelp from her and letting her know that she is safe nowhere, not even in the clinch. A few desperate jabs from Bush attempt to stifle what her defensive tactics couldn’t, and some shots sting cute Coleman face, but Jenna is not bothered for the most part and quite happy to absorb some jabs to pound some more jug-mugging leather.
After three, Sophia is a dishevelled mess, breathing heavily, shaking, weeping a little every time she glances down at left jug in particular. Jenna is bouncing on her seat with adrenaline, itching to get right back to the destruction of her biggest rival.
Round 4:
Sophia is clearly in pain, but she comes into the fourth more angry and defiantly upset than despondent now, and launches herself at Jenna, wanting to flatten those champion jugs. But, Jenna blocks and evades and the jugs continue mostly unblemished as Jenna shuffles her feet swiftly, truly looking like the champion she is.
Then the counter is on, and Jenna hammers a right glove into the outside of Sophia’s left jug, sending it in a pendulum swing right into her other jug, and awkwardly bopping the flesh side to side, causing more grief again to soon sulking Sophia. The gloves come up feebly, but Jenna bats them aside once more and ROCKS rack, slamming left and right straights alternatingly, crushing jugs, and if Bush isn’t considering throwing in the towel, maybe she should. Jenna looks hell-bent on mugging jug until there isn’t any, and Sophia is squealing in response, with no answer to this onslaught. If there was a ref directly present they may well have stopped this already. But there is only the one watching on video for official purposes, and hence we continue. Or at least, Jenna does.
Coleman’s arms pumping furiously, working overtime and even she may be getting tired as she relentlessly throws leather against wilting puppies again and again. As the fourth concludes, Sophia drops to a knee before even making her way to safety. She is cuddling those drooping jugs, and there are definitely tears. But still, she doesn’t look like giving up, and you’ve got to give her credit for that if not for her fighting prowess right now.
Round 5:
To say Sophia looks sore would be a massive understatement, as it would be to say Jenna looks coolly confident. But something has Sophia push on, whether it is her intense hatred for the champ or just her incredible will and determination as a fighter. Either way, she starts the fifth looking slightly more alert, slightly more focused and certainly more determined.
Jenna’s onslaught threatens to continue when she jumps in and bangs a right into Sophia’s left eye, snapping her head back, but quick feet movement has Bush flutter away from the follow ups, and then Sophia counters swiftly with a solid jab to jawline that makes an unprepared Jenna flinch.
And suddenly Sophia surprises Jenna with a wild haymaker that finds right jug, wrecking the orb in one big shot! Jenna screams out, holding wobbly jug in utter shock, not knowing where that killer snipe of a shot came from, or how Sophia had any resolve left to manage such a blow.
As Jenna staggers, shocked, Sophia hooks a left through jawline that stumbles the champ back the other way, and then SLAMS another right through the inside of Jenna’s right jug, blasting it outwards. The jug flies and Jenna wobbles and drops from her feet!
Jenna has collapsed! Jenna is down, holding right jug, not able to comprehend this sudden turn around. It took five rounds for Sophia to find a decent shot to Jenna’s jug, but when it came, it was perhaps the biggest shot of the night so far. Jenna is struggling to her knees and eventually wobbling to her feet at 8, and there is a slight smirk on Sophia’s face now as she has somehow instilled a little bit of doubt in her dominating opponent.
Jenna is frowning, clutching at breast, more than a little surprised. But somewhere in there she knows she has been dominant to this point and she tries to flash some reply leather high. But, it’s sloppy, and Sophia has some new-found confidence, and the adrenaline of just knocking down her rival has her feet shuffling a little quicker. She evades the high shot and busts a right into Jenna’s tummy, doubling her over for a hard rising left hook that crushes right jug again against Jenna’s ribs.
Jenna is howling and turtling her way to the end of this round, unable to comprehend this desperate reply from Sophia, who must have the best resolve in the division to still be fighting back after the beating the champ has instilled on her thus far.
Sophia continues to mug jug right until the end of the fifth round and Jenna’s mood has done a complete 180 as she slumps into her corner, clutching at her bosom and wincing away the break. Sophia still looks hurt, but there is a little fire in her eyes now, and she seems to have some belief in herself again as she gleefully watches Jenna sulk.
Round 6:
It’s clear something has changed, though we couldn’t tell you what. Only Sophia Bush knows that secret right now as she completely flips this match on its head, belting leather into Jenna’s tummy, wilting her right before whacking the left glove through that bruised right jug and getting a wild squeal from Coleman.
Jenna jabs back, bouncing Sophia’s jugs and popping cute cheek, but Sophia is coming back harder, slugging jug outwards and getting some howls from Jenna as her posture and attitude change completely.
Jenna is hunched, groaning as Sophia pounds tummy and rises hooks into flopping jug. Jenna tries to clinch, but Sophia grinds her gloves on the outer of softened jugs, mashing them together and getting new whimpers from the champ. Sophia is really working that top class body and JMDs over, and she is proving that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. She is scorning right back, and Jenna must be regretting it now.
Jenna’s left jab is blocked and now Sophia is really adding insult to injury, grinding gloves on over and underside of right jug, making sure every square millimetre of the jiggly flesh is minced. Dark purple bruising mars the champ’s jugs, the right looking like a bruised avocado, but it’s still not enough for Bush who finds some pummelling shot with left and right straights, softening the jug against Jenna’s ribs as she cries out, perhaps seeking mercy.
She’ll get none whatsoever from Sophia, and as the sixth comes to an end, Jenna is a bewildered mess, like a frightened horse on a frozen lake. Sophia gives her butt a little kick, ‘helping’ her towards her corner and giggling, obviously enjoying seeing Coleman in this rare position. The champ almost looking like she believes she could lose a JMD fight for the very first time in her career, and deftly frightened by the prospect.
Round 7:
Sophia has newfound confidence and she is wielding it with refined expertise here as she pops leather into Coleman’s frustrated face only to open up those lovely jugs for some serious mugging. Uppercuts bounce the jugs wildly, then the puppies are flattened together as Bush slams both gloves together from the outside. Coleman’s eyes are bugging, jaw hanging slack in shock, and while it was Sophia on the verge of a white flag earlier, we must assume Jenna is contemplating it now.
Jenna’s guard barely gets higher than her waist as Sophia slugs overhands onto jug, rifling them down lower and lower, sapping the strength from Jenna’s arms and her resolve. Jenna seems to be wilting, and it is suddenly difficult to believe that she was winning this a few rounds ago. Bush on the other hand has found energy, pumping gloves like pistons against sad, shrivelling breast meat. It is amazing what adrenaline can do when fight or flight mode is engaged, and it is as if Sophia is fighting for her entire FCBA career right now.
Jenna can find no answers the entire round as Sophia’s will drives leather into red gut to open pretty cheek for some wounding, and as blood seeps from the dizzying cut above Jenna’s left eye, Sophia slams more devastating hooks into jug, particularly that damaged right orb, and Jenna’s resolve is now the one undergoing meticulous testing.
Jenna is battered about the Lookout! Boxing dorm room, bewildered. Sophia is snarling, all business as she takes her dangerous foe apart piece by piece. By the end of the seventh round, Jenna is a dishevelled mess, breathing laboured, hair everywhere, jugs sadly drooping, mottled with bruises and lumpy flesh as is a large portion of that previously toned, sexy physique. We suddenly have a battle on our hands, and if anything, Sophia has really stolen the momentum now. Both fighters looking worse for wear, but they fighting for the chance to call themselves the JMD Champion, and to literally rub it into their biggest rival in the league.
Round 8:
Jenna is determined to fight her way into a winning position as soon as the eighth round starts, after dominating the early rounds, and she gets right in, banging leather into Sophia’s left jug. She gets a yelp, but also a reply, and with Sophia’s glove finding Jenna’s right jug, a furious exchange ensues.
Jenna seems to be getting the better of it, blasting Sophia’s jugs wildy, until Bush hammers a right glove over the top and careens Coleman’s right jug straight down to her belly. Jenna is bleating out, and she drops to the floor holding the damaged orb!
Sophia is grinning, she looks like she believes she can be the next champ, even after all the beating she has taken this fight. But Jenna isn’t done yet, and the champ rises at 8, clutching jug, her face a mask of dogged determination, scowling at her challenger.
They come together once more, and Jenna throws a defiant left at jug, mushrooming the orb. Sophia’s response is a right cross that bruises pretty cheek, and Jenna comes again at the other jug, only to have Sophia whack a left hook through Jenna’s right jug. A high jab from Jenna is blocked, and Sophia CRUNCHES those champion jugs together with both fists!
Jenna’s jaw has dropped, eyes glassy, slightly hunched, butt out to steady those shaky legs. And Sophia goes for the finishing uppercut, right under her rival’s chin!
Jenna FLIES off of her feet, banging into the dresser in the corner and flopping forward onto her face and softened jugs on the carpet, completely out!
Sophia has won in a stunning upset! KO8! And we have a NEW JMD champion!!
Post-fight:
Sophia is jumping on the spot, dancing, ecstatic in victory as her biggest rival in the league snoozes face-down at her feet. She is the first ever ABC fighter to have a title to her name, and the first FCBA fighter to defeat Jenna-Louise Coleman, and she cannot possibly contain her excitement as she dances over Jenna’s limp frame.
Bush slips her gloves off and throws them towards the door before grabbing the JMD Championship Belt off of the dresser and giving it a big kiss. She lifts it high above her head, grinning ear to ear. Then the belt is back on the dresser and Sophia is nudging Jenna’s upturned ass with her foot.
“Take that, fatty!” Sophia shouts before dragging Jenna up by her hair. Coleman is groaning, just coming to, but not entirely aware of her surroundings, still groggy, though aware enough to touch glove to bruised, sagging, defeated jug.
“Aww, what’s wrong, chipmunk? Are those pillows feeling a bit soft?” Sophia smirks as she jabs her finger into the bruised flesh, getting a yelp and a whimper from her nemesis. “First thing first,” Sophia announces to her broken opponent. “You can have this vile, tiny bra back. It may be too big for you now though.” Sophia removes the Coleman-branded training bra from her own chest and rams it into Jenna’s slack mouth!
Jenna is murmuring, chewing on the bra as she sways before Sophia. Bush pulls her in and gives her a slow, grinding bear hug, flattening those mushy jugs with the new championship jugs of mass destruction. “Looks like my boobs are better after all,” Sophia coos into her rival’s ear as Jenna whimpers. “You’re going to need a new password.” She pulled back for a moment and smirked down at Jenna’s deflated bosom. “And a new rack…”
Single tears are starting to roll down Jenna’s cheeks as Sophia leads her prey to the bed-turnbuckle with a handful of dark hair and unceremoniously shoves her onto it on her back. “Oh this is the best slumber party ever, cupcake!” Sophia exclaims gleefully as she climbs onto the bed and straddles Jenna’s waist. “Hang on, let me get comfortable…”
Jenna is whimpering and sobbing a little now as Sophia wiggles her butt across Jenna’s bruised, sore tummy and up onto her bruised, sore jugs. Sophia bounces up and down cheerily, her own JMDs jumping happily over Jenna’s shocked face while the former champion orbs are squashed by Sophia’s bouncing butt. When Sophia eventually tugs out the training bra from Jenna’s mouth, Coleman tries to moan out, “Nnnghhh… you… fat… b…”
CRACK! Jenna is cut off as Sophia’s palm smacks across her red cheek, snapping her head sideways with a spray of tears and an almighty whimper. “I don’t think so, chubby,” Sophia snaps. “CLEARLY my bod is much, MUCH hotter, and superior, than yours.” She scooted back, landing hard on Jenna’s belly, knocking more air from her, and smirked down at the bruised lumps on her chest. “I mean… not much to gloat about now, huh ugmopotamus?” Sophia playfully grabbed Jenna’s swollen jugs and flopped them about, causing great pain to the tender flesh, and earning more sobs and whimpers from her broken foe.
Jenna looks shocked, she can’t believe she lost this match, particularly after the start she had, and to Sophia Bush. The tears only grow stronger and Sophia leans down to plant a soft, condescending kiss on her forehead. “Aww, baby, are you getting a little emotional?” Sophia teases, cooing into Jenna’s ear. “I think somebody needs a little nap time. I mean, what’s a slumber party without a slumber?”
Sophia leans further forward, planting her champion JMDs flush onto Jenna’s furious face. She scrubs her sweaty, victorious jugs across Jenna’s bruised face, but after a few moments, suddenly pauses, leaving them pressed firmly against Jenna’s horrified features. “Oh, did we have our obligatory pillow fight?” Sophia muses aloud. “No slumber party is complete without a good pillow fight! And of course, we know who has the better pillows, don’t we fatty?”
Sophia slides back to SLAM her jugs down onto Jenna’s, mushrooming the soft, defeated jugs beneath hers and getting a wild yelp from Jenna. Then Sophia lifts them slightly and bats them side to side, banging Jenna’s orbs about as if in a human pillow fight. Jenna is bleating out, tears falling. “St-stop… stoooop… you bytch!” Sophia does, just for a moment, to lean her face in close to Jenna’s and stare menacingly deep into her frightened, wide eyes. “I’ll stop, BYTCH, if you beg, real nice.”
“Never!” Jenna yells with cracking voice defiantly. Sophia responds by lifting up and smashing her jugs down again, crushing Jenna’s and making her scream in agony and fret. “OWW!” Even as Jenna cries out, Sophia repeats again and again, mulching Jenna’s pillows with her winning JMDs. Soon it is too much and Jenna bleats out, “Please… Please! No-ooohhh m-mooore…”
Sophia is grinning, grinding her jugs into Jenna’s to get even more cries and screams. “Stop! I beg you, please! Pleeeeease!” Finally Sophia seems happy with Jenna’s level of humiliation and panic and she lifts her chest again, giving Jenna a wink.
“So, whose boobs are better, cow?” Sophia asks, jiggling her jugs in Jenna’s face. Jenna closes her eyes as if trying to ignore her, shaking her head and trying to lean it out of reach as Sophia forces her full breasts up against Jenna’s teary features. “Come on Jenna, admit it. It’s just you and me here. Whose boobs are better? Have a goooood look…” Sophia coos, dropping her jugs fully onto Jenna’s face, engulfing her pretty features. There is a muffled response and Sophia lifts her jugs for a second.
“Yo-yours… are…” Jenna is gasping and sobbing. “Your boobs… are better… Sophia, please… plee-ee-eee-ee-eease…”
With a cruel giggle, Sophia slaps her jugs back onto Jenna’s face and squeezes them tightly against her head, taking all of her air away. Jenna’s legs kick in protest against the bed at first, but she wilts quickly and soon goes limp under Sophia, passing out completely.
When Jenna comes to, Sophia is sitting atop her, JMD title around her waist, a tube of lipstick in her hand. “Oh, good morning chubby,” Sophia giggles. “Slumber parties need a good makeup session, so I did a little artwork.” Jenna glances down at her bruised, softened, swollen jugs to see the word ‘SOFT’ written across them in red lipstick. Sophia held up a little mirror, and Jenna shrieked when she saw ‘UGLY’ written across her face in the same lipstick. “If you’re wondering, your ass says ‘FAT’… naturally,” Sophia laughs. “And I’m sitting on it, but your tummy says ‘LOSER’, ‘cause that’s what you are, chipmunk. A soft, ugly, fat, LOSER.”
Jenna’s tears have started again and she is hyperventilating now, in a complete state of panic and disbelief as Sophia continues berating her and milking her victory for all it’s worth. “I’m gonna go celebrate my BETTER bod and BETTER jugs with MY title. You rest up, softy. You’re going to need all your energy to work off the 20 cakes you’re sure to devour when you eat your feelings tonight.”
With that, Sophia hopped off of the distraught, devastated Jenna-Louise Coleman and strutted from the premises, JMD title wrapped around her championship waist.
Later that evening, Jenna received a package, inside which was a DVD and a note. The note read:
‘Dear Ugmopotamus,
Thank you SO much for the slumber party. Life is always better with a slumber party, and this was the BEST one EVER. Speaking of the best…you’re welcome. Not everyone gets to snooze on the greatest pillows in the FCBA. Not that you’re worthy, but, hey, I’m a generous gal. So generous that I even sent you a recording of our fight. I am keeping one as a memento, and I thought you should have one too. MY favourite parts are when you collapse holding that saggy cow udder of yours, and when you FINALLY admit that my boobs are so much better than yours. Oh, and also when I wrap MY JMD title around my waist! I mean, we knew the parts about my bod and jugs being better already, but hey, now it’s on tape!
Much love, your (jugs’) OWNER, and appropriate JMD champion, Sexy Sophia…’
(Words: ABC / Results: Lookout!)
Pre-fight:
The hatred between Jenna Louise Coleman and Sophia Bush has been well documented and fans of the FCBA know that tonight is set to deliver one of the most explosive bouts the league has ever seen. The last time these boxing beauties met in the ring it was Jenna emerging victorious, getting a TKO in the eighth round over ABC’s golden girl, Sophia Bush. The Lookout! Boxing cutie made sure to rub in her win and after ‘gifting’ her furious foe with a training bra with the words emblazoned across the front, “Property of Jenna Louise Coleman”, has demanded that Bush wear the garment to this JMD championship bout before she is granted the opportunity to fight for the esteemed title.
Answering the invitation, Bush turns up on the day to Lookout! Boxing Headquarters with her fight crew of trainer Alyssa Milano, sparring partner Briana Evigan and stable GM Jennifer Connelly. After a short knock on the door, Sophia and her crew are lead in and to the Lookout! Boxing dorm room where Jenna awaits. “I’m only fighting one of you. The ugly one,” Jenna smirks. “The rest of you can stay outside. Oh, I should be more specific. The FAT, ugly one.” Her eyes then dart between Sophia and Alyssa Milano. “Oh fine, I’ll be more specific. The one whose jugs I officially OWN.”
Sophia is glaring at Jenna by this point. “You’re not even going to own the title once I’m done here, chipmunk.”
“Of course I am, bimbo,” Jenna scoffs. “I’ll still own the title, and I’ll still own those soft, flabby little mellows of yours. Speaking of, why aren’t you wearing that special training bra, you ungrateful slug?”
Sophia is bright red as Jenna reminds her. She stands there in a white tank top. “I am NOT wearing that f*cking thing.”
“Oh, you are. Or else, no title bout…” Jenna lets the words linger as she smirks arrogantly at Sophia, waiting for her.
Sophia exhales slowly, fuming as Briana produces the training bra from Sophia’s kit bag she was kindly carrying. Bri looks apologetic, but Sophia knows what has to be done in order to steal this title from Jenna and make it all worth it.
“Oh, that’s sweet,” Jenna giggles at Briana, “were you keeping that warm for her Bri? I CAN own your little jugs as well if you’d like. They already look like they need that training bra.”
Sophia snaps when Jenna taunts her stablemate and friend. “Keep talking, bytch, I’ll flatten those udders once and for all.”
“Oh really?” Jenna snarls. “Someone’s forgotten what happened last time, has she? Well, come on then and we’ll see which pair are flattened… again!”
Jenna heads just inside the dorm room and stops Sophia just on the other side of the doorway. “First, get your training bra on, little girl.” Sophia is frowning deeply, glaring at Jenna with contempt as she slips her tank off and puts on the Tardis Blue training bra that says ‘Property of Jenna-Louise Coleman’. Jenna is grinning, pleased at Sophia’s embarrassment before the fight has even begun, but then she leans in close to Sophia and pokes a finger into the middle of her cleavage. “Now, remember the password before I let you in here?”
Sophia’s brows furrow and she is starting to look really pissed off. “Let me in, fatty.”
Jenna raises an eyebrow. “Oh, no that’s not the right password, but I’ll remember that one for when I visit YOUR room.”
Sophia is only growing angrier and redder in the face, but she knows she has no choice at this point. “Jenna’s boobs…” she starts in a whisper, “are…”
“No, no, no!” Jenna interrupts. “Loud enough for everyone to hear. And with feeling!”
Sophia glares at Jenna as they stand face to face. “Jenna’s boobs are bigger.”
“Of course they are!” Jenna announces gleefully, cupping her jugs and shaking them at Sophia’s training bra. “But thanks for that, Captain Obvious!”
With a smug grin, Jenna heads into the dorm room and allows Sophia to follow, still glaring at the back of her pretty little head. The carpeted room has been cleared, bar a certain object moved to each corner of the room to act as turnbuckles. A bed sits in the far right corner, and a dresser in each of the others, one of which has the Jugs of Mass Destruction championship title sitting upon it.
“Eyes off MY title,” Jenna says smugly as Sophia notices the belt. “That is for the best jugs in the league. YOU do not rank in the top 600, you slob.”
Sophia is strapping on her gloves as she continues to bore holes into her rival with a look that could kill. Jenna is all smiles as she struts over to a dresser to fetch her own gloves and starts fitting them on in between lightly bouncing her championship jugs in threatening fashion.
“Let’s see how proud of those things you can be in a few minutes,” Sophia snaps, wading in, gloves up at the ready. Jenna returns the glare now and steps towards the middle of the room to meet her enemy and get this thing started.
Round 1:
Sophia is super pissed as this title bout officially starts, and she leaps straight in, fists flying. Jenna is on the back foot quickly, forced to defend, but she’s not about to be bullied, and she absorbs a few heavy blows on guard before jabbing sneaky leather onto Bush’s chin, slowing her bustling advances.
Jenna is mostly defence, and when she braves a few counters, Sophia’s defensive efforts reflex into action with ease. It is a deft display technically and defensively and this already looks like a title bout as the two extremely talented boxing beauties trade back and forth to swift guard work.
The girls manage to defend as desperately as they fight to force some offence, and by the end of the first, there is no clear upper hand held by either aggressive fighter. As they take to their corners after one, Sophia is touching at her jaw and Jenna is twisting to get a feel for light rib bruising, but all in all that round was tighter than an otter’s pocket and these sexy sluggers both look ready to chase that title.
Round 2:
Jenna comes out confident and bumps leather into Sophia’s midriff, jostling her back towards the corner with the bed-turnbuckle. Sophia’s jugs are jumping in her training bra and Jenna is grinning in smirking fashion as she POUNDS a right glove into the middle of left jug, squashing the lovely orb and making Sophia reel with a howl.
The deadlock from round one seems to have been broken in sudden destructive fashion as the first big jug shot of the night has Sophia jittery, and Jenna starts to find opening after opening now. A left jab up high at Sophia’s right eye keeps her from concentrating the guard on her chest, and Jenna blasts a right hook through left jug, mincing the lovely jiggling flesh, getting another pained howl from the struggling ABC beauty.
Sophia’s puppies are wildly bouncing about as Jenna starts a little speed-bagging, and then there is a huge scream from Bush as leather again cracks under her left jug, careening the boob straight up. The impact sends Sophia straight over onto her back on the bed, and that’s a knockdown!
Sophia is holding already bruised left jug, wincing as she breathes heavily on the bed, looking like taking an early slumber here. Jenna is cooing, grabbing her own proud JMDs. “Your choice piggy, a nap on those pillows there, or… these.”
Sophia is half wincing, half snarling as she forces herself up and scrambling off of the bed at about 7 and she is furious at Jenna’s arrogant quips and taunts. So far it is all Jenna though and taking one look at Soph’s left jug will tell you that.
Sophia persists, but Jenna has the confidence and the eye in right now and she is targeting that sorry left breast as often as she can while popping jabs at Sophia’s face to try and shuffle her guard.
The story is much different after two and Jenna is grinning as she takes to her corner, obviously chuffed with a second round knockdown. A disastrous start from Bush, but she is still standing and there’s time for her to turn things on their head again if she can protect that left jug.
Round 3:
Sophia looks worried, left jug sagging, a concerned look on her pretty features as she steps out of her corner to meet a confidently smirking Jenna, who seems to think she has her title defence wrapped up already. Jenna wades in greedily, throwing left, right hook combinations at the Coleman-branded training bra, but Sophia is doing her best not to let those puppies take anymore bruising shots. So, Jenna goes a little lower, pummelling abs, and Bush is lurching. Jenna grins as she sets up a wicked right uppercut that BANGS through cute nose, drawing blood and staggering poor Sophia.
Bush is completely bewildered by the face-busting uppercut, and Coleman is able to help herself again to perky jugs, banging left and right hooks, bouncing the orbs all about Bush’s torso in sore, but mesmerizing fashion.
Sophia is bleating, staggering back, trying to cover as Jenna bops challenger jugs wildly. Tears are forming and Sophia seems beside herself with the absolutely tragic way she has begun this title bout. Jenna’s champion jugs sit high and proud and Sophia’s are mewling now, drooping and bruising and flopping about with merciless battering from Coleman.
Bush tries to cover, but Jenna simply switches angles and softens every inch of wobbling flesh. Sophia tries to clinch, but Jenna takes the opportunity to grind her champion chest into her challenger’s, getting a new yelp from her and letting her know that she is safe nowhere, not even in the clinch. A few desperate jabs from Bush attempt to stifle what her defensive tactics couldn’t, and some shots sting cute Coleman face, but Jenna is not bothered for the most part and quite happy to absorb some jabs to pound some more jug-mugging leather.
After three, Sophia is a dishevelled mess, breathing heavily, shaking, weeping a little every time she glances down at left jug in particular. Jenna is bouncing on her seat with adrenaline, itching to get right back to the destruction of her biggest rival.
Round 4:
Sophia is clearly in pain, but she comes into the fourth more angry and defiantly upset than despondent now, and launches herself at Jenna, wanting to flatten those champion jugs. But, Jenna blocks and evades and the jugs continue mostly unblemished as Jenna shuffles her feet swiftly, truly looking like the champion she is.
Then the counter is on, and Jenna hammers a right glove into the outside of Sophia’s left jug, sending it in a pendulum swing right into her other jug, and awkwardly bopping the flesh side to side, causing more grief again to soon sulking Sophia. The gloves come up feebly, but Jenna bats them aside once more and ROCKS rack, slamming left and right straights alternatingly, crushing jugs, and if Bush isn’t considering throwing in the towel, maybe she should. Jenna looks hell-bent on mugging jug until there isn’t any, and Sophia is squealing in response, with no answer to this onslaught. If there was a ref directly present they may well have stopped this already. But there is only the one watching on video for official purposes, and hence we continue. Or at least, Jenna does.
Coleman’s arms pumping furiously, working overtime and even she may be getting tired as she relentlessly throws leather against wilting puppies again and again. As the fourth concludes, Sophia drops to a knee before even making her way to safety. She is cuddling those drooping jugs, and there are definitely tears. But still, she doesn’t look like giving up, and you’ve got to give her credit for that if not for her fighting prowess right now.
Round 5:
To say Sophia looks sore would be a massive understatement, as it would be to say Jenna looks coolly confident. But something has Sophia push on, whether it is her intense hatred for the champ or just her incredible will and determination as a fighter. Either way, she starts the fifth looking slightly more alert, slightly more focused and certainly more determined.
Jenna’s onslaught threatens to continue when she jumps in and bangs a right into Sophia’s left eye, snapping her head back, but quick feet movement has Bush flutter away from the follow ups, and then Sophia counters swiftly with a solid jab to jawline that makes an unprepared Jenna flinch.
And suddenly Sophia surprises Jenna with a wild haymaker that finds right jug, wrecking the orb in one big shot! Jenna screams out, holding wobbly jug in utter shock, not knowing where that killer snipe of a shot came from, or how Sophia had any resolve left to manage such a blow.
As Jenna staggers, shocked, Sophia hooks a left through jawline that stumbles the champ back the other way, and then SLAMS another right through the inside of Jenna’s right jug, blasting it outwards. The jug flies and Jenna wobbles and drops from her feet!
Jenna has collapsed! Jenna is down, holding right jug, not able to comprehend this sudden turn around. It took five rounds for Sophia to find a decent shot to Jenna’s jug, but when it came, it was perhaps the biggest shot of the night so far. Jenna is struggling to her knees and eventually wobbling to her feet at 8, and there is a slight smirk on Sophia’s face now as she has somehow instilled a little bit of doubt in her dominating opponent.
Jenna is frowning, clutching at breast, more than a little surprised. But somewhere in there she knows she has been dominant to this point and she tries to flash some reply leather high. But, it’s sloppy, and Sophia has some new-found confidence, and the adrenaline of just knocking down her rival has her feet shuffling a little quicker. She evades the high shot and busts a right into Jenna’s tummy, doubling her over for a hard rising left hook that crushes right jug again against Jenna’s ribs.
Jenna is howling and turtling her way to the end of this round, unable to comprehend this desperate reply from Sophia, who must have the best resolve in the division to still be fighting back after the beating the champ has instilled on her thus far.
Sophia continues to mug jug right until the end of the fifth round and Jenna’s mood has done a complete 180 as she slumps into her corner, clutching at her bosom and wincing away the break. Sophia still looks hurt, but there is a little fire in her eyes now, and she seems to have some belief in herself again as she gleefully watches Jenna sulk.
Round 6:
It’s clear something has changed, though we couldn’t tell you what. Only Sophia Bush knows that secret right now as she completely flips this match on its head, belting leather into Jenna’s tummy, wilting her right before whacking the left glove through that bruised right jug and getting a wild squeal from Coleman.
Jenna jabs back, bouncing Sophia’s jugs and popping cute cheek, but Sophia is coming back harder, slugging jug outwards and getting some howls from Jenna as her posture and attitude change completely.
Jenna is hunched, groaning as Sophia pounds tummy and rises hooks into flopping jug. Jenna tries to clinch, but Sophia grinds her gloves on the outer of softened jugs, mashing them together and getting new whimpers from the champ. Sophia is really working that top class body and JMDs over, and she is proving that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. She is scorning right back, and Jenna must be regretting it now.
Jenna’s left jab is blocked and now Sophia is really adding insult to injury, grinding gloves on over and underside of right jug, making sure every square millimetre of the jiggly flesh is minced. Dark purple bruising mars the champ’s jugs, the right looking like a bruised avocado, but it’s still not enough for Bush who finds some pummelling shot with left and right straights, softening the jug against Jenna’s ribs as she cries out, perhaps seeking mercy.
She’ll get none whatsoever from Sophia, and as the sixth comes to an end, Jenna is a bewildered mess, like a frightened horse on a frozen lake. Sophia gives her butt a little kick, ‘helping’ her towards her corner and giggling, obviously enjoying seeing Coleman in this rare position. The champ almost looking like she believes she could lose a JMD fight for the very first time in her career, and deftly frightened by the prospect.
Round 7:
Sophia has newfound confidence and she is wielding it with refined expertise here as she pops leather into Coleman’s frustrated face only to open up those lovely jugs for some serious mugging. Uppercuts bounce the jugs wildly, then the puppies are flattened together as Bush slams both gloves together from the outside. Coleman’s eyes are bugging, jaw hanging slack in shock, and while it was Sophia on the verge of a white flag earlier, we must assume Jenna is contemplating it now.
Jenna’s guard barely gets higher than her waist as Sophia slugs overhands onto jug, rifling them down lower and lower, sapping the strength from Jenna’s arms and her resolve. Jenna seems to be wilting, and it is suddenly difficult to believe that she was winning this a few rounds ago. Bush on the other hand has found energy, pumping gloves like pistons against sad, shrivelling breast meat. It is amazing what adrenaline can do when fight or flight mode is engaged, and it is as if Sophia is fighting for her entire FCBA career right now.
Jenna can find no answers the entire round as Sophia’s will drives leather into red gut to open pretty cheek for some wounding, and as blood seeps from the dizzying cut above Jenna’s left eye, Sophia slams more devastating hooks into jug, particularly that damaged right orb, and Jenna’s resolve is now the one undergoing meticulous testing.
Jenna is battered about the Lookout! Boxing dorm room, bewildered. Sophia is snarling, all business as she takes her dangerous foe apart piece by piece. By the end of the seventh round, Jenna is a dishevelled mess, breathing laboured, hair everywhere, jugs sadly drooping, mottled with bruises and lumpy flesh as is a large portion of that previously toned, sexy physique. We suddenly have a battle on our hands, and if anything, Sophia has really stolen the momentum now. Both fighters looking worse for wear, but they fighting for the chance to call themselves the JMD Champion, and to literally rub it into their biggest rival in the league.
Round 8:
Jenna is determined to fight her way into a winning position as soon as the eighth round starts, after dominating the early rounds, and she gets right in, banging leather into Sophia’s left jug. She gets a yelp, but also a reply, and with Sophia’s glove finding Jenna’s right jug, a furious exchange ensues.
Jenna seems to be getting the better of it, blasting Sophia’s jugs wildy, until Bush hammers a right glove over the top and careens Coleman’s right jug straight down to her belly. Jenna is bleating out, and she drops to the floor holding the damaged orb!
Sophia is grinning, she looks like she believes she can be the next champ, even after all the beating she has taken this fight. But Jenna isn’t done yet, and the champ rises at 8, clutching jug, her face a mask of dogged determination, scowling at her challenger.
They come together once more, and Jenna throws a defiant left at jug, mushrooming the orb. Sophia’s response is a right cross that bruises pretty cheek, and Jenna comes again at the other jug, only to have Sophia whack a left hook through Jenna’s right jug. A high jab from Jenna is blocked, and Sophia CRUNCHES those champion jugs together with both fists!
Jenna’s jaw has dropped, eyes glassy, slightly hunched, butt out to steady those shaky legs. And Sophia goes for the finishing uppercut, right under her rival’s chin!
Jenna FLIES off of her feet, banging into the dresser in the corner and flopping forward onto her face and softened jugs on the carpet, completely out!
Sophia has won in a stunning upset! KO8! And we have a NEW JMD champion!!
Post-fight:
Sophia is jumping on the spot, dancing, ecstatic in victory as her biggest rival in the league snoozes face-down at her feet. She is the first ever ABC fighter to have a title to her name, and the first FCBA fighter to defeat Jenna-Louise Coleman, and she cannot possibly contain her excitement as she dances over Jenna’s limp frame.
Bush slips her gloves off and throws them towards the door before grabbing the JMD Championship Belt off of the dresser and giving it a big kiss. She lifts it high above her head, grinning ear to ear. Then the belt is back on the dresser and Sophia is nudging Jenna’s upturned ass with her foot.
“Take that, fatty!” Sophia shouts before dragging Jenna up by her hair. Coleman is groaning, just coming to, but not entirely aware of her surroundings, still groggy, though aware enough to touch glove to bruised, sagging, defeated jug.
“Aww, what’s wrong, chipmunk? Are those pillows feeling a bit soft?” Sophia smirks as she jabs her finger into the bruised flesh, getting a yelp and a whimper from her nemesis. “First thing first,” Sophia announces to her broken opponent. “You can have this vile, tiny bra back. It may be too big for you now though.” Sophia removes the Coleman-branded training bra from her own chest and rams it into Jenna’s slack mouth!
Jenna is murmuring, chewing on the bra as she sways before Sophia. Bush pulls her in and gives her a slow, grinding bear hug, flattening those mushy jugs with the new championship jugs of mass destruction. “Looks like my boobs are better after all,” Sophia coos into her rival’s ear as Jenna whimpers. “You’re going to need a new password.” She pulled back for a moment and smirked down at Jenna’s deflated bosom. “And a new rack…”
Single tears are starting to roll down Jenna’s cheeks as Sophia leads her prey to the bed-turnbuckle with a handful of dark hair and unceremoniously shoves her onto it on her back. “Oh this is the best slumber party ever, cupcake!” Sophia exclaims gleefully as she climbs onto the bed and straddles Jenna’s waist. “Hang on, let me get comfortable…”
Jenna is whimpering and sobbing a little now as Sophia wiggles her butt across Jenna’s bruised, sore tummy and up onto her bruised, sore jugs. Sophia bounces up and down cheerily, her own JMDs jumping happily over Jenna’s shocked face while the former champion orbs are squashed by Sophia’s bouncing butt. When Sophia eventually tugs out the training bra from Jenna’s mouth, Coleman tries to moan out, “Nnnghhh… you… fat… b…”
CRACK! Jenna is cut off as Sophia’s palm smacks across her red cheek, snapping her head sideways with a spray of tears and an almighty whimper. “I don’t think so, chubby,” Sophia snaps. “CLEARLY my bod is much, MUCH hotter, and superior, than yours.” She scooted back, landing hard on Jenna’s belly, knocking more air from her, and smirked down at the bruised lumps on her chest. “I mean… not much to gloat about now, huh ugmopotamus?” Sophia playfully grabbed Jenna’s swollen jugs and flopped them about, causing great pain to the tender flesh, and earning more sobs and whimpers from her broken foe.
Jenna looks shocked, she can’t believe she lost this match, particularly after the start she had, and to Sophia Bush. The tears only grow stronger and Sophia leans down to plant a soft, condescending kiss on her forehead. “Aww, baby, are you getting a little emotional?” Sophia teases, cooing into Jenna’s ear. “I think somebody needs a little nap time. I mean, what’s a slumber party without a slumber?”
Sophia leans further forward, planting her champion JMDs flush onto Jenna’s furious face. She scrubs her sweaty, victorious jugs across Jenna’s bruised face, but after a few moments, suddenly pauses, leaving them pressed firmly against Jenna’s horrified features. “Oh, did we have our obligatory pillow fight?” Sophia muses aloud. “No slumber party is complete without a good pillow fight! And of course, we know who has the better pillows, don’t we fatty?”
Sophia slides back to SLAM her jugs down onto Jenna’s, mushrooming the soft, defeated jugs beneath hers and getting a wild yelp from Jenna. Then Sophia lifts them slightly and bats them side to side, banging Jenna’s orbs about as if in a human pillow fight. Jenna is bleating out, tears falling. “St-stop… stoooop… you bytch!” Sophia does, just for a moment, to lean her face in close to Jenna’s and stare menacingly deep into her frightened, wide eyes. “I’ll stop, BYTCH, if you beg, real nice.”
“Never!” Jenna yells with cracking voice defiantly. Sophia responds by lifting up and smashing her jugs down again, crushing Jenna’s and making her scream in agony and fret. “OWW!” Even as Jenna cries out, Sophia repeats again and again, mulching Jenna’s pillows with her winning JMDs. Soon it is too much and Jenna bleats out, “Please… Please! No-ooohhh m-mooore…”
Sophia is grinning, grinding her jugs into Jenna’s to get even more cries and screams. “Stop! I beg you, please! Pleeeeease!” Finally Sophia seems happy with Jenna’s level of humiliation and panic and she lifts her chest again, giving Jenna a wink.
“So, whose boobs are better, cow?” Sophia asks, jiggling her jugs in Jenna’s face. Jenna closes her eyes as if trying to ignore her, shaking her head and trying to lean it out of reach as Sophia forces her full breasts up against Jenna’s teary features. “Come on Jenna, admit it. It’s just you and me here. Whose boobs are better? Have a goooood look…” Sophia coos, dropping her jugs fully onto Jenna’s face, engulfing her pretty features. There is a muffled response and Sophia lifts her jugs for a second.
“Yo-yours… are…” Jenna is gasping and sobbing. “Your boobs… are better… Sophia, please… plee-ee-eee-ee-eease…”
With a cruel giggle, Sophia slaps her jugs back onto Jenna’s face and squeezes them tightly against her head, taking all of her air away. Jenna’s legs kick in protest against the bed at first, but she wilts quickly and soon goes limp under Sophia, passing out completely.
When Jenna comes to, Sophia is sitting atop her, JMD title around her waist, a tube of lipstick in her hand. “Oh, good morning chubby,” Sophia giggles. “Slumber parties need a good makeup session, so I did a little artwork.” Jenna glances down at her bruised, softened, swollen jugs to see the word ‘SOFT’ written across them in red lipstick. Sophia held up a little mirror, and Jenna shrieked when she saw ‘UGLY’ written across her face in the same lipstick. “If you’re wondering, your ass says ‘FAT’… naturally,” Sophia laughs. “And I’m sitting on it, but your tummy says ‘LOSER’, ‘cause that’s what you are, chipmunk. A soft, ugly, fat, LOSER.”
Jenna’s tears have started again and she is hyperventilating now, in a complete state of panic and disbelief as Sophia continues berating her and milking her victory for all it’s worth. “I’m gonna go celebrate my BETTER bod and BETTER jugs with MY title. You rest up, softy. You’re going to need all your energy to work off the 20 cakes you’re sure to devour when you eat your feelings tonight.”
With that, Sophia hopped off of the distraught, devastated Jenna-Louise Coleman and strutted from the premises, JMD title wrapped around her championship waist.
Later that evening, Jenna received a package, inside which was a DVD and a note. The note read:
‘Dear Ugmopotamus,
Thank you SO much for the slumber party. Life is always better with a slumber party, and this was the BEST one EVER. Speaking of the best…you’re welcome. Not everyone gets to snooze on the greatest pillows in the FCBA. Not that you’re worthy, but, hey, I’m a generous gal. So generous that I even sent you a recording of our fight. I am keeping one as a memento, and I thought you should have one too. MY favourite parts are when you collapse holding that saggy cow udder of yours, and when you FINALLY admit that my boobs are so much better than yours. Oh, and also when I wrap MY JMD title around my waist! I mean, we knew the parts about my bod and jugs being better already, but hey, now it’s on tape!
Much love, your (jugs’) OWNER, and appropriate JMD champion, Sexy Sophia…’
