Emily Ratajkowski vs. Jessica Nigri (JMD Beach Boxing)
Aug 25, 2023 22:13:47 GMT -6
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Emily Ratajkowski vs. Jessica Nigri (JMD Beach Boxing)
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
Emily:
(31, 5’7, 58:28 FCBA, VIXENs)
Jessica:
(34, 5’7, 15:21 FCBA, Free Agent)
BEFORE:
The sun-drenched shores are an apt backdrop for what promises to be one of the hottest JMD Beach Boxing bouts of the summer. As the media assembles, waiting in anticipation, the two combatants for the day emerge from their makeshift tents.
First, representing the VIXENs, is the sultry Emily Ratajkowski, who confidently strides onto the stage in a striking red bikini that contrasts beautifully against her sun-kissed skin. A pair of aviator sunglasses rests atop her head, her hair flowing freely in the sea breeze. With a record of 58 wins to her name, Emily has established herself as a major force in the FCBA.
Hot on her heels, the crowd's attention turns to Jessica Nigri, the renowned cosplay model and fighter. As a free agent, she has everything to prove. Donning a gold bikini that glistens and catches the light with every step, Jessica's confidence is shining through, a force to be reckoned with in the JMD circuit, with a defiant glint in her eyes. Her stats might not match Emily's, but she's here to show she's more than a match for anyone else whose chests are on display.
Emily is the first to speak, leaning into the microphone. "It's always a pleasure to fight on the beach, and today will be no different. I hope Jessica's prepared to be schooled in front of all these lovely people." She smirks, glancing sideways at her opponent. “After which, I heard Kawalec is looking to be smothered out again. I’d say bring it on, blondies.”
Jessica chuckles, brushing some sand off her feet. "Oh, I'm ready, Ems. Just hope you've reinforced that bikini top, because I'm coming for it." The playful taunt earns some cheers from the crowd, a few even holding up banners bearing Jessica's name.
Emily raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm not worried. By the time this match is over, you'll be the one needing a new bikini. Maybe I'll even lend you mine after I'm done knocking you out. How about I choke you out with it, once you’re on your back and your face is buried in my tits?"
The two women step closer, hands on hips, and sizing each other up. Jessica's voice is laced with confidence, "It's cute how you think that, Ratajkowski. But after today, everyone's going to remember this as the day Nigri showed the world what she's really made of."
Meeting eye to eye, neither willing to show any sign of intimidation, they inch closer until they are merely a breath apart. And then, as if on cue, both lean in, thrusting their chests forward with purpose. The collision of their bosoms sends ripples of force through each of their bikini-clad orbs.
The crowd gasps, caught in the suspense of this intimate power struggle. Jessica's golden bikini, already strained from the weight it's bearing, creaks with the additional force. But it's evident that while both women are impressively endowed, Jessica's chest seems to have a slight size advantage, pressing just a bit more dominantly into Emily's. The brunette’s red bikini top compresses under the pressure, but she holds her ground, refusing to be outdone in this test of strength and will.
Their chests mashed firmly together, neither willing to yield, the women's faces reflect their competitive intensity. Breathing heavily, their bosoms rise and fall in rapid sync, each woman trying to use every ounce of her strength to overpower the other.
After what feels like an eternity, the MC, sensing the moment reaching its boiling point, intervenes. "Alright, that's enough! We get it, you both want to win. Save it for the ring!"
With the tropical sun casting its golden hue over the sandy arena, the atmosphere is a mixture of excitement and tension. Waves crash nearby, their rhythmic pulse echoing the anticipation of the awaiting crowd. The four wooden posts planted firmly in the sand mark the boundaries of the boxing ring, and the salty sea breeze stirs the air, ruffling the corner flags.
Stationed in the blue corner, Emily takes a moment to mentally prepare, her eyes closed in meditation. She’s draped in a silky white robe that flows down to her ankles, contrasting sharply against her tan skin. Beneath, her vibrant red bikini glistens under the sun. Her trainer hands her a bottle of water which she sips, hydrating herself. Then, he applies a light coating of sunscreen to her shoulders and arms, ensuring she's protected from the strong sun rays. Emily performs a few shadow punches, the sand shifting under her feet, her bare toes sinking slightly with every movement. Her body looks sculpted, every muscle toned and ready for combat.
Over in the red corner, Jessica is a whirlwind of energy. Her golden bikini shines almost as brightly as her fiery determination. Over this, she sports a black robe, which flutters in the wind. She bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, testing the unique feel of the sandy ring beneath her. Her trainer, spotting sweat on her brow, dabs it away with a towel before massaging her shoulders, ensuring they're loose. He whispers last-minute strategies into her ear, to which Jessica nods. She throws a few hard jabs and hooks in the air, her fists cutting through the atmosphere with precision.
As the final preparations wind down, the referee beckons to both women, and they cast aside their robes, revealing their bikini-clad forms in all their glory. There’s the signal for the bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of JMD Beach Boxing action!
ROUND 1:
The bell rings, and the sand stirs beneath their feet as Emily and Jessica advance towards the center. Jessica is the first to strike, her punches, though slightly heavier due to her larger frame, but also slower, though she more than makes up for it with sheer power. She opens with a stiff jab that catches Emily off-guard, making her retreat a step. The sand makes it harder for Emily to gain quick footing, and Jessica capitalizes on this, sending another powerful right hook towards her adversary's ribs. Emily, wincing from the impact, tries to regain her footing and set her own rhythm. But Jessica is moving in after her, her feet sinking slightly in the sand, sending another left-right combo towards Emily's midsection. The blows land, their thud muffled by the roar of the waves and the crowd. Ratajkowski, known for her nimble footwork, seems to struggle slightly with the terrain. Every time she tries to move away, the sand slows her down or unbalances her, giving Jessica the advantage. Soon, Nigri uses her reach and size, effectively trapping Emily against one of the wooden posts. But Emily is far from finished. She pivots, using the post to swing around and land a solid jab on Jessica's face. The punch momentarily stuns Nigri, but she recovers quickly. The two exchange a flurry of punches, their fists a blur, but it's clear that Jessica's power is prevailing. As the bell rings, signaling the end of the first round, Emily looks slightly worn, her bikini top slightly askew, while Jessica, though panting, has a confident smirk plastered on her face. The first round clearly goes to Nigri, her dominance established early on, leaving Ratajkowski to regroup and strategize for the next round.
ROUND 2:
The two women meet in the center of the sandy ring, determination on their faces. The sun casts an almost ethereal glow, making their sweat-glistened bodies shine. Emily, having felt the weight of Jessica's aggression in the previous round, steps up her game. She takes the offensive, immediately sending a quick one-two combo straight into Jessica's chest. The punches land squarely, making Nigri's assets shake from the sudden impact. Then, she pushes in, continuing to hammer away at her arms and body with combos. The distinct thumping of gloves landing with Nigri's breasts is constant, making the larger orbs dance with every well-placed blow. Emily keeps her at bay with a mix of jabs to her chest and hooks to her face. One particularly hard hook lands squarely on Jessica's cheek, causing her head to snap to the side. Nigri attempts to regain her footing, the sand shifting under her bare feet making it a tad challenging, but as she tries to pivot and throw a counter, Emily surprises her with an uppercut that catches her flush on the chin, momentarily stunning her! Ratajkowski unloads, targeting Jessica's breasts with precision. The power behind each strike causes Jessica's chest to bounce and recoil violently, the reddening imprints of Emily's gloves evident on her skin. But in the final minute, Nigri rallies, surging back and deftly dodging a few of Emily's punches before retaliating with a couple of hard shots to the brunette’s ribs. At the bell, the Vixen is clutching her side and wincing, but she can be sure the round is still unmistakably hers.
ROUND 3:
Both women have had their moments in the previous rounds, and the onlookers eagerly anticipate what the next three minutes hold. Jessica, determined to regain her earlier momentum, charges forward. But Emily meets her head-on, and both women’s fists fly as they aim for any available target! The swish of punches through the air is accompanied by the distinctive slap of leather on flesh as both women jockey for position. Soon, Jessica manages to slip a punch past Emily's defenses, landing it squarely on Ratajkowski's left breast. The force of the blow makes Emily's asset jiggle sharply and force a yelp of pain from the Vixen. Encouraged, Jessica drives another punch into the same spot, then another, using focused strikes to try and wear Emily down. The cumulative effect of these shots has Emily instinctively trying to protect her chest, her arms coming up to shield herself as she moves away. Emily, however, uses her footwork, sidesteps another lunging punch from Nigri before counters with a hook that grazes Jessica's face, leaving a red mark upon its surface. So far, the two fighters are so evenly matched this round that every successful punch is met with an equally forceful counter. Towards the round's end, Emily attempts to turn the tables with a rapid-fire combination aimed at Jessica's head and body. But Nigri deflects most of these and responds with a powerful cross that finds its mark on Emily's chest. The hit visibly shakes Ratajkowski, the force causing her to take another step back. When the bell finally rings, it’s clear that Jessica has clearly made a strong comeback, but the narrow margin by which she takes the round speaks to Emily's fighting spirit and tenacity. Both women return to their corners, breathing heavily and gearing up for the next phase of their sandy battle.
ROUND 4:
The fourth round begins with the sea breeze picking up, lending a cooling touch to the heated atmosphere in the ring. Jessica starts off a bit more cautiously, perhaps wary of Emily's evident determination in those eyes hidden behind her raised arms. The initial moments are a dance, with Emily, light on her feet, shifting through the sand with grace, employing quick jabs aimed at Jessica's face and chest. Nigri parries most of these easily away, but the ones that do connect leave a stinging redness on her cheek. Emily's strategy is clear – she's trying to keep Jessica at bay, using her reach to her advantage to slap leather into the blonde’s chest, which she does midway through the round. After a crushing cross hand lands on the chin, Emily pivots and lands a solid uppercut straight into the underside of Jessica's bust, sending a visible ripple through Nigri's assets, causing her to grunt in pain. Ratajkowski doubles down, firing more hooks left and right, seeking the same target from the sides, each thudding connection causing Jessica's breasts to sway and bounce, the sand beneath her feet offering little stability. Definitely, Jessica tries to counter with her own swings, but another swift jab to Jessica's nose momentarily disorients her, and in that split second, Emily drives another fierce right hand into the center of Nigri's chest, the force of which pushing Jessica back a couple of steps, her feet struggling for grip in the shifting sands. The final moments of the round see Emily still firmly in control, while Nigri is still trying to rally with a few counters of her own. The bell sees Emily heading to her corner with a renewed sense of confidence, while Jessica takes deep breaths, trying to shake off the effects of the punishing hits she endured.
ROUND 5:
The final round commences with both women keenly aware that it's now or never. Emily moves forward with intent, her eyes sharp and movements calculated. Jessica, still determined but clearly showing signs of wear, is more on the defensive but occasionally surprises the Vixen with sudden bursts of aggression. The opening minute sees both fighters trading blows, their gloved fists repeatedly targeting each other's ample chests, making their breasts bounce, jiggle, and sway with each thudding impact, leaving reddening imprints that attest to the power of the strikes. However, as the clock ticks past the halfway mark, Emily sees an opening. A swift one-two combination, a jab followed by a cross, both square into Jessica's bosom, and then a powerful uppercut targeting Jessica's chin sends Nigri stumbling backward. Her heels dig into the sand, but it's not enough to keep her upright, and she FALLS onto her back, her breasts heaving as she tries to regain her senses amidst the fog of pain! It’s the first KNOCKDOWN of the evening, just like that!
And the referee begins the count! "One... Two... Three... Four..." Jessica stirs, her face screwed up in pain. And by the count of "Seven... Eight..." she's back on her feet, but there's an undeniable wobble in her stance, having to lean her considerable frame back against the frayed ropes.
Bell rings once more and of course, Emily doesn't waste a moment, immediately advancing on the battered blonde and trapping a wobbly Nigri against the ropes! The brunette peppers her with a flurry of shots: hooks, crosses, and particularly devastating jabs to her opponent's vulnerable chest. Each strike causes Jessica's breasts to reel from the impact, dancing to the vicious rhythm. Nigri’s clearly in trouble, trying to hug her body and protect what remains of her pride, but Ratajkowski’s going to town on her, slipping punches between her arms to punish! An initial hook lands squarely on the left breast, causing it to sway violently to the side. Then, a quick jab follows, connecting with the underside, which forces the orb upwards, making it jiggle uncontrollably for a split second before another punch, this time a cross, pushes it in the opposite direction. Nigri’s bikini struggles to contain the rampant movement of her assets, and for a heart-stopping moment, it looks as though it might give way! Soon, the big blonde’s defenses crumble, and, with one final, brutal uppercut to Nigri's chest, which seems to almost lift her off her feet, Jessica slumps against the ropes, her arms dropping lower and lower, signaling the referee’s final intervention! Ladies and gents,iIt’s OVER via TKO!
Official Result: Emily Ratajkowski defeats Jessica Nigri via TKO5!
AFTER:
With the sun still shining down on the sandy arena, Emily, her figure glistening with the remnants of the battle, looked down at her barely conscious opponent. The fans, sensing more action was imminent, fell silent with bated breath.
With a devilish smirk, Emily bent down and tightly gripped a handful of Nigri's golden locks, positioning her exactly where she wanted. Jessica's eyelids fluttered weakly, the world a blurry haze, her mind barely registering her surroundings.
Emily, sensing the moment, sank gracefully to her knees on the soft sand, the sun casting long shadows. With her free hand, she gently scooped up the back of Jessica's head. She then began to carefully angle herself, positioning her ample bosom directly above Jessica's dazed face.
With all the precision of a predator ensuring its prey cannot escape, Emily began her descent, her generous chest making its way down towards Jessica's awaiting face. As the first contact was made, a soft, barely audible groan slipped from Jessica's lips, quickly muffled by the enveloping softness that pressed down on her.
The weight of Emily's form, combined with the silken heat emanating from her skin, acted as a vice on Jessica's senses. Her nose, mouth, and eyes became blanketed, each breath she tried to take filled with the intimate scent of her opponent. Her chest heaved in instinctive panic, but the press of Emily's body ensured her movements were minimal.
Emily, feeling the muffled struggles beneath her, adjusted herself slightly, ensuring maximum coverage. She leaned forward, allowing more of her body weight to settle onto Jessica. This strategic move increased the pressure, pushing the breath out of Nigri faster, causing her to twitch and wriggle beneath Emily. But with her biceps firmly locked under Jessica, ensuring she couldn't turn her head for relief, Emily relished in the dominance of the position, using every nuance of her form to accentuate her victory.
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
Emily:
(31, 5’7, 58:28 FCBA, VIXENs)
Jessica:
(34, 5’7, 15:21 FCBA, Free Agent)
BEFORE:
The sun-drenched shores are an apt backdrop for what promises to be one of the hottest JMD Beach Boxing bouts of the summer. As the media assembles, waiting in anticipation, the two combatants for the day emerge from their makeshift tents.
First, representing the VIXENs, is the sultry Emily Ratajkowski, who confidently strides onto the stage in a striking red bikini that contrasts beautifully against her sun-kissed skin. A pair of aviator sunglasses rests atop her head, her hair flowing freely in the sea breeze. With a record of 58 wins to her name, Emily has established herself as a major force in the FCBA.
Hot on her heels, the crowd's attention turns to Jessica Nigri, the renowned cosplay model and fighter. As a free agent, she has everything to prove. Donning a gold bikini that glistens and catches the light with every step, Jessica's confidence is shining through, a force to be reckoned with in the JMD circuit, with a defiant glint in her eyes. Her stats might not match Emily's, but she's here to show she's more than a match for anyone else whose chests are on display.
Emily is the first to speak, leaning into the microphone. "It's always a pleasure to fight on the beach, and today will be no different. I hope Jessica's prepared to be schooled in front of all these lovely people." She smirks, glancing sideways at her opponent. “After which, I heard Kawalec is looking to be smothered out again. I’d say bring it on, blondies.”
Jessica chuckles, brushing some sand off her feet. "Oh, I'm ready, Ems. Just hope you've reinforced that bikini top, because I'm coming for it." The playful taunt earns some cheers from the crowd, a few even holding up banners bearing Jessica's name.
Emily raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm not worried. By the time this match is over, you'll be the one needing a new bikini. Maybe I'll even lend you mine after I'm done knocking you out. How about I choke you out with it, once you’re on your back and your face is buried in my tits?"
The two women step closer, hands on hips, and sizing each other up. Jessica's voice is laced with confidence, "It's cute how you think that, Ratajkowski. But after today, everyone's going to remember this as the day Nigri showed the world what she's really made of."
Meeting eye to eye, neither willing to show any sign of intimidation, they inch closer until they are merely a breath apart. And then, as if on cue, both lean in, thrusting their chests forward with purpose. The collision of their bosoms sends ripples of force through each of their bikini-clad orbs.
The crowd gasps, caught in the suspense of this intimate power struggle. Jessica's golden bikini, already strained from the weight it's bearing, creaks with the additional force. But it's evident that while both women are impressively endowed, Jessica's chest seems to have a slight size advantage, pressing just a bit more dominantly into Emily's. The brunette’s red bikini top compresses under the pressure, but she holds her ground, refusing to be outdone in this test of strength and will.
Their chests mashed firmly together, neither willing to yield, the women's faces reflect their competitive intensity. Breathing heavily, their bosoms rise and fall in rapid sync, each woman trying to use every ounce of her strength to overpower the other.
After what feels like an eternity, the MC, sensing the moment reaching its boiling point, intervenes. "Alright, that's enough! We get it, you both want to win. Save it for the ring!"
With the tropical sun casting its golden hue over the sandy arena, the atmosphere is a mixture of excitement and tension. Waves crash nearby, their rhythmic pulse echoing the anticipation of the awaiting crowd. The four wooden posts planted firmly in the sand mark the boundaries of the boxing ring, and the salty sea breeze stirs the air, ruffling the corner flags.
Stationed in the blue corner, Emily takes a moment to mentally prepare, her eyes closed in meditation. She’s draped in a silky white robe that flows down to her ankles, contrasting sharply against her tan skin. Beneath, her vibrant red bikini glistens under the sun. Her trainer hands her a bottle of water which she sips, hydrating herself. Then, he applies a light coating of sunscreen to her shoulders and arms, ensuring she's protected from the strong sun rays. Emily performs a few shadow punches, the sand shifting under her feet, her bare toes sinking slightly with every movement. Her body looks sculpted, every muscle toned and ready for combat.
Over in the red corner, Jessica is a whirlwind of energy. Her golden bikini shines almost as brightly as her fiery determination. Over this, she sports a black robe, which flutters in the wind. She bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, testing the unique feel of the sandy ring beneath her. Her trainer, spotting sweat on her brow, dabs it away with a towel before massaging her shoulders, ensuring they're loose. He whispers last-minute strategies into her ear, to which Jessica nods. She throws a few hard jabs and hooks in the air, her fists cutting through the atmosphere with precision.
As the final preparations wind down, the referee beckons to both women, and they cast aside their robes, revealing their bikini-clad forms in all their glory. There’s the signal for the bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of JMD Beach Boxing action!
ROUND 1:
The bell rings, and the sand stirs beneath their feet as Emily and Jessica advance towards the center. Jessica is the first to strike, her punches, though slightly heavier due to her larger frame, but also slower, though she more than makes up for it with sheer power. She opens with a stiff jab that catches Emily off-guard, making her retreat a step. The sand makes it harder for Emily to gain quick footing, and Jessica capitalizes on this, sending another powerful right hook towards her adversary's ribs. Emily, wincing from the impact, tries to regain her footing and set her own rhythm. But Jessica is moving in after her, her feet sinking slightly in the sand, sending another left-right combo towards Emily's midsection. The blows land, their thud muffled by the roar of the waves and the crowd. Ratajkowski, known for her nimble footwork, seems to struggle slightly with the terrain. Every time she tries to move away, the sand slows her down or unbalances her, giving Jessica the advantage. Soon, Nigri uses her reach and size, effectively trapping Emily against one of the wooden posts. But Emily is far from finished. She pivots, using the post to swing around and land a solid jab on Jessica's face. The punch momentarily stuns Nigri, but she recovers quickly. The two exchange a flurry of punches, their fists a blur, but it's clear that Jessica's power is prevailing. As the bell rings, signaling the end of the first round, Emily looks slightly worn, her bikini top slightly askew, while Jessica, though panting, has a confident smirk plastered on her face. The first round clearly goes to Nigri, her dominance established early on, leaving Ratajkowski to regroup and strategize for the next round.
ROUND 2:
The two women meet in the center of the sandy ring, determination on their faces. The sun casts an almost ethereal glow, making their sweat-glistened bodies shine. Emily, having felt the weight of Jessica's aggression in the previous round, steps up her game. She takes the offensive, immediately sending a quick one-two combo straight into Jessica's chest. The punches land squarely, making Nigri's assets shake from the sudden impact. Then, she pushes in, continuing to hammer away at her arms and body with combos. The distinct thumping of gloves landing with Nigri's breasts is constant, making the larger orbs dance with every well-placed blow. Emily keeps her at bay with a mix of jabs to her chest and hooks to her face. One particularly hard hook lands squarely on Jessica's cheek, causing her head to snap to the side. Nigri attempts to regain her footing, the sand shifting under her bare feet making it a tad challenging, but as she tries to pivot and throw a counter, Emily surprises her with an uppercut that catches her flush on the chin, momentarily stunning her! Ratajkowski unloads, targeting Jessica's breasts with precision. The power behind each strike causes Jessica's chest to bounce and recoil violently, the reddening imprints of Emily's gloves evident on her skin. But in the final minute, Nigri rallies, surging back and deftly dodging a few of Emily's punches before retaliating with a couple of hard shots to the brunette’s ribs. At the bell, the Vixen is clutching her side and wincing, but she can be sure the round is still unmistakably hers.
ROUND 3:
Both women have had their moments in the previous rounds, and the onlookers eagerly anticipate what the next three minutes hold. Jessica, determined to regain her earlier momentum, charges forward. But Emily meets her head-on, and both women’s fists fly as they aim for any available target! The swish of punches through the air is accompanied by the distinctive slap of leather on flesh as both women jockey for position. Soon, Jessica manages to slip a punch past Emily's defenses, landing it squarely on Ratajkowski's left breast. The force of the blow makes Emily's asset jiggle sharply and force a yelp of pain from the Vixen. Encouraged, Jessica drives another punch into the same spot, then another, using focused strikes to try and wear Emily down. The cumulative effect of these shots has Emily instinctively trying to protect her chest, her arms coming up to shield herself as she moves away. Emily, however, uses her footwork, sidesteps another lunging punch from Nigri before counters with a hook that grazes Jessica's face, leaving a red mark upon its surface. So far, the two fighters are so evenly matched this round that every successful punch is met with an equally forceful counter. Towards the round's end, Emily attempts to turn the tables with a rapid-fire combination aimed at Jessica's head and body. But Nigri deflects most of these and responds with a powerful cross that finds its mark on Emily's chest. The hit visibly shakes Ratajkowski, the force causing her to take another step back. When the bell finally rings, it’s clear that Jessica has clearly made a strong comeback, but the narrow margin by which she takes the round speaks to Emily's fighting spirit and tenacity. Both women return to their corners, breathing heavily and gearing up for the next phase of their sandy battle.
ROUND 4:
The fourth round begins with the sea breeze picking up, lending a cooling touch to the heated atmosphere in the ring. Jessica starts off a bit more cautiously, perhaps wary of Emily's evident determination in those eyes hidden behind her raised arms. The initial moments are a dance, with Emily, light on her feet, shifting through the sand with grace, employing quick jabs aimed at Jessica's face and chest. Nigri parries most of these easily away, but the ones that do connect leave a stinging redness on her cheek. Emily's strategy is clear – she's trying to keep Jessica at bay, using her reach to her advantage to slap leather into the blonde’s chest, which she does midway through the round. After a crushing cross hand lands on the chin, Emily pivots and lands a solid uppercut straight into the underside of Jessica's bust, sending a visible ripple through Nigri's assets, causing her to grunt in pain. Ratajkowski doubles down, firing more hooks left and right, seeking the same target from the sides, each thudding connection causing Jessica's breasts to sway and bounce, the sand beneath her feet offering little stability. Definitely, Jessica tries to counter with her own swings, but another swift jab to Jessica's nose momentarily disorients her, and in that split second, Emily drives another fierce right hand into the center of Nigri's chest, the force of which pushing Jessica back a couple of steps, her feet struggling for grip in the shifting sands. The final moments of the round see Emily still firmly in control, while Nigri is still trying to rally with a few counters of her own. The bell sees Emily heading to her corner with a renewed sense of confidence, while Jessica takes deep breaths, trying to shake off the effects of the punishing hits she endured.
ROUND 5:
The final round commences with both women keenly aware that it's now or never. Emily moves forward with intent, her eyes sharp and movements calculated. Jessica, still determined but clearly showing signs of wear, is more on the defensive but occasionally surprises the Vixen with sudden bursts of aggression. The opening minute sees both fighters trading blows, their gloved fists repeatedly targeting each other's ample chests, making their breasts bounce, jiggle, and sway with each thudding impact, leaving reddening imprints that attest to the power of the strikes. However, as the clock ticks past the halfway mark, Emily sees an opening. A swift one-two combination, a jab followed by a cross, both square into Jessica's bosom, and then a powerful uppercut targeting Jessica's chin sends Nigri stumbling backward. Her heels dig into the sand, but it's not enough to keep her upright, and she FALLS onto her back, her breasts heaving as she tries to regain her senses amidst the fog of pain! It’s the first KNOCKDOWN of the evening, just like that!
And the referee begins the count! "One... Two... Three... Four..." Jessica stirs, her face screwed up in pain. And by the count of "Seven... Eight..." she's back on her feet, but there's an undeniable wobble in her stance, having to lean her considerable frame back against the frayed ropes.
Bell rings once more and of course, Emily doesn't waste a moment, immediately advancing on the battered blonde and trapping a wobbly Nigri against the ropes! The brunette peppers her with a flurry of shots: hooks, crosses, and particularly devastating jabs to her opponent's vulnerable chest. Each strike causes Jessica's breasts to reel from the impact, dancing to the vicious rhythm. Nigri’s clearly in trouble, trying to hug her body and protect what remains of her pride, but Ratajkowski’s going to town on her, slipping punches between her arms to punish! An initial hook lands squarely on the left breast, causing it to sway violently to the side. Then, a quick jab follows, connecting with the underside, which forces the orb upwards, making it jiggle uncontrollably for a split second before another punch, this time a cross, pushes it in the opposite direction. Nigri’s bikini struggles to contain the rampant movement of her assets, and for a heart-stopping moment, it looks as though it might give way! Soon, the big blonde’s defenses crumble, and, with one final, brutal uppercut to Nigri's chest, which seems to almost lift her off her feet, Jessica slumps against the ropes, her arms dropping lower and lower, signaling the referee’s final intervention! Ladies and gents,iIt’s OVER via TKO!
Official Result: Emily Ratajkowski defeats Jessica Nigri via TKO5!
AFTER:
With the sun still shining down on the sandy arena, Emily, her figure glistening with the remnants of the battle, looked down at her barely conscious opponent. The fans, sensing more action was imminent, fell silent with bated breath.
With a devilish smirk, Emily bent down and tightly gripped a handful of Nigri's golden locks, positioning her exactly where she wanted. Jessica's eyelids fluttered weakly, the world a blurry haze, her mind barely registering her surroundings.
Emily, sensing the moment, sank gracefully to her knees on the soft sand, the sun casting long shadows. With her free hand, she gently scooped up the back of Jessica's head. She then began to carefully angle herself, positioning her ample bosom directly above Jessica's dazed face.
With all the precision of a predator ensuring its prey cannot escape, Emily began her descent, her generous chest making its way down towards Jessica's awaiting face. As the first contact was made, a soft, barely audible groan slipped from Jessica's lips, quickly muffled by the enveloping softness that pressed down on her.
The weight of Emily's form, combined with the silken heat emanating from her skin, acted as a vice on Jessica's senses. Her nose, mouth, and eyes became blanketed, each breath she tried to take filled with the intimate scent of her opponent. Her chest heaved in instinctive panic, but the press of Emily's body ensured her movements were minimal.
Emily, feeling the muffled struggles beneath her, adjusted herself slightly, ensuring maximum coverage. She leaned forward, allowing more of her body weight to settle onto Jessica. This strategic move increased the pressure, pushing the breath out of Nigri faster, causing her to twitch and wriggle beneath Emily. But with her biceps firmly locked under Jessica, ensuring she couldn't turn her head for relief, Emily relished in the dominance of the position, using every nuance of her form to accentuate her victory.
