Dove Cameron versus Camila Mendes (JMD)
Oct 27, 2023 23:54:02 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on Oct 27, 2023 23:54:02 GMT -6
Camila Mendes vs
Dove Cameron (JMD)
Before: “We've surpassed them," Dove says in prefight, right index finger casually winding itself in her hair. "Olivia and Cami gave us a scare a few years ago. But that just meant Mish and Nat had to step up their game, we cut out the deadwood, and brought me on. I'm tougher, more violent, yet more precise - and the best part is: Cami knows it. She's still pretty confident against other girls, but you don't see that swagger when she's heading into a ring with Dove Cameron. Girl's got fearful eyes: that's a pretty look on her!" Camila goggle-eyed at Dove's assessment, sputtering in rebuttal. "Dove's...I don't know, she's...she's out of her mind. If I wasn't scared of Vanessa Hudgens, why would I be scared of Mish’s Mini-Me? And the idea that she's passed me by? We’ve both been on a roll since Ferbuary, and one of those ends tonight! It’s not going to be me, I can tell you that!”
Camila in a white pattern bikini, matching gloves, hair back in a battle pony. Dove in a bright red bikini, matching gloves, hair back in a battle pony. Fighters going forehead to forehead during abbreviated JMD instructions, nostrils flaring in the staredown, refusing to break until the ref pushes them apart.
R1: Bell: girls rocket from opposing corners, Dove pulling up and reaching back to throw a gigantic right - but Camila just piles on in, tackling brunettes heavily to canvas. Ensuing scramble sees beauties get to their knees - tummy to tummy: Mendes reaches her left arm under Cameron's right, stabilizing her for a stuffing right in tight to tummy. Dove bleating in pain, face cramped, reaches her right under Cami's left and digs in a sumptuous left - half tummy/half trunks. Another digging left shakes Cameron, then shifting, and setting herself for busy plugging right hands. Backsides all a jiggle as each fighter works from her knees - shipping low-blows and tummy bumps, left arms wrapped tight around brawling shoulders. Ref FINALLY steps in after girls have helped themselves to plenty - both girls stood up, given a good shake as ref grips either by her elbow for the scolding.
Resume: girls step into each other, falling into a hopeless entangling embrace - tumbling stagger into ropes sees girls wrestle for top position. As fight burbles into neutral corner, it's Dove finally pressing Camila down - leaning in with left shoulder against Mendes breasts while right hands pump away tummy and trunks. Cami tying up, another reefing ref's break finally separates the two. After a few heavy breaths - Camila rushes in again, leading with a looping overhand right that forces Cameron to duck and cover: Mendes able to body up close, square herself up and ROMP TO JUGG! Crowd standing and saluting with a roar: Cami shrug-a-chugging away with rising lefts and rights in snug, Dove sitting in the ropes helpless as her mounds are bunched up and jostled 'round. Bell: Mendes still slamming mindlessly away - looks like JMD commitment alright as Cameron finally slumps and blubbers.
R2: Both corners read the riot act during the interval, effectiveness demonstrated by Dove tackling Camila as they meet midring. Sprawling, amaturish writhing on the canvas broken up as ref pulls girls up for another scolding: CAMERON LANDS RIGHTY AS REF'S TRYING TO SORT 'EM OUT! Mendes startled - bewildered official staggers backward as DOVE SAILS INTO CAMI! Walking barrage, Cameron wades in robust rights and lefts, bashing Mendes in a haze to ropes. Dove bodying up with her left forearm squished between chests - now it's her free right hand plugging repeatedly into the trunks and tummy of her foe, cramping Camila up with a cry. Pushing and jostling from Cameron as she has Mendes weakened, able to smear brunette sideways along ropes, lean in on her, then POUND away righty to buttock and lower back. Ref moving in again, pulling girls apart - they're flailing mindlessly away at each other as man seeks to get in between. Bell: girls seething, slugging around and over the beleaguered official - order finally restored after a long delay.
R3: Dove HURTLING across the ring, Camila tackled hard to ropes--both girls tumble to canvas in a writhing pile, Cameron up on her knees as Mendes on all fours, reaching her left hand across Cami’s back, pulling her close, right hands tucking in heartless to tummy and trunks up underneath. Mendes’ hair all tangled at the sides of her face, dangling down past her breasts as she absorbs trauma, Ref FINALLY pulls Cameron off by her arms and fetches her a scolding, Camila pulling herself together at the ropes EATS A RIGHT HAND! Looping blast upside the head catching Mendes huge--she sways on the spot, hands groping at her temples to protect herself: CAMERON’S ALL IN! Another looping right hand to ear, ANOTHER, Cami battered dimly along the ropes, covering up earmuff and taking a brutal buffeting about her head. Brutal chugging assault further softens trunks and tummy as Dove wriggles in close, pumping at her brunette. Mendes groaning, reaches to clinch as boos cascade down: JMD audience wants to see non-stop punching, not resting, Cameron with her nose and mouth pressed hot against left side of Cami’s face, screaming: “I’M DIGGING AT YOU, CAMI! DIGGING!” until ref pulls her off once again.
R4: Push and shove--girls all soaked raven locks, flashing eyes, gnashing snarls, stamping legs, trembling backsides. Dove very determined here--shoving Camila ropeside and celebrating with a fierce pumping to rack: Mendes sobbing out loud as Cameron piles into rack with both hands chugging. Cami squirming away, sliding along ropes--but Dove stepping-with, reinitiating, fighters beating their fists against tummy and tits. Down the stretch, Mendes with a quick right hand jolts Cameron to trunks: Dove’s bunched up hurt, Cami gathers her in, twists her, muscles her to ropes and MUGS THOSE JUGS! Mendes LOVIN’ it on Cameron, just all up in there, short, up thrusting rights and lefts working the beef, Cami’s shoulders rotating, her own jugs a-jumping as she finally steals a Dove round with late ferocity.
R5: Fierce exchange of wild-swinging rights and lefts midring goes Dove’s way: her punches all land, pasting Camila’s face side to side and leaving her wobbly butt. Mendes’ legs rubbery, can’t hold canvas--she’s stampeded to ropes, jammed hard to cables as Cameron lifts the broad plane of her left thigh Into Cami’s tummy. Dove widening stance, squaring away: she gets to chugging methodical, lowering her head and going at the trunks and tummy of her foe to soften. Mendes drooping forward, she’s loosening badly. When Cameron goes rack, it’s on virtually defenseless opposition, Camila slumping into ropes, trusting her curvy legs to hold her up. Bell: Mendes out on her feet, Cameron chests up shouting “GIVE ME COMPETITION!”
R6: Dove sailing in, Camila with some nice short, hooks and right hands stands her ground and actually nails Cameron flush enough to stop her momentum. Dove forced to trade midring, hands at chest and stomach--she’s just twisting on her hips, clobbering Cami wide to the shoulders, flanks, and jaw. Mendes standing firm, coming back with little contact uppercuts, dipping her knees and sampling Cameron’s rack&ribs. Girls fall in together behind right hands, come up wrestling and scrabbling on the inside--lots of rough tousle rubbing, arm pushing action. Mendes rotating her shoulders well, picking up Dove tummy&tits, Cameron trying to push off and step in her hook to the waistline. Down the stretch, girls trade hooks and Dove doesn’t like it--she steps to the right, shaking her head and eats a CLANGING hook on the tip of her chin! Cameron caught blind, never sees it and she’s WOBBLY BUTT! Dove wandering to her right, Camila pouncing with Hail Mary right hands, stunning the ex-champ wide eyed. Cameron tilting forward, staring as she fields rights on her jaw, drifting slowly right and GOES DOWN! Dove in slumber, mouthing the mat and it’s OVER! KO6 CAMILA MENDES in massive reversal of fortune!!!!’’
After: Camila chesting into Dove, her left hand atop Cameron’s head as the new #1 contender presses her vanquished former contender into the ropes. This is all about Mendes letting Dove feel her weight, lingering a moment, tummy to tummy, pulling Cameron's head back using the hair-grip and exposing her throat. A thick thigh lift follows: the broad, tanned plank of her right thigh into the pit of Cameron's tummy, forcing air out with a shout. Dove pitched forward, and was expertly ensnared in Cami's brawny reverse sleeper grip. Mendes digging her chin into Cameron's damp scalp while writhing her arms into position: left arm snaking round behind Dove's head; left hand cupping Camila's right bicep; right fist clenching itself amidst damp raven locks.
About a minute in, Camila releases Dove and stepped away, taking a moment to finger her hair and strike majestic poses. Cameron panted on all fours, face pale and shiny, thinking mistakenly that the treatment was over. Mendes gets tossed a towel, wiping off her chest and arms before tossing it back to her corner. Refreshed, it was back to the salt mines for Cami, who stoops, pulls Dove slowly up by her hair, and chested her into ropes again. Everything slow and methodical, savoring every moment. A fresh smother was applied to throttled cries of complaint from Cameron, who reaches up behind her tormentress and pulled at black bra and ponytail, struggling to relieve pressure. It was all to no avail as Mendes' grip was too strong, her jugs too determined. She pours rack to Dove with a grim look of determination, looking back at the locker room entrance with her lips set in a tight line as she squeezed.
Natlie Alyn Lind’s seen enough, heading for the ring to break things up, but gets tackled by Demi Rose at the base of the walkway. No love lost between these two former JMD Queens, despite the three year gap since their last fight. They’re rolling back and forth with a hand in each other’s hair while the other is tugging and groping for a chance to grab each other’s tits. As security moves in, Camila releases Dove, who simply collapsed into the canvas, sprawled on her tummy, her eyes closed, lips parted in swoon.
Dove Cameron (JMD)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: “We've surpassed them," Dove says in prefight, right index finger casually winding itself in her hair. "Olivia and Cami gave us a scare a few years ago. But that just meant Mish and Nat had to step up their game, we cut out the deadwood, and brought me on. I'm tougher, more violent, yet more precise - and the best part is: Cami knows it. She's still pretty confident against other girls, but you don't see that swagger when she's heading into a ring with Dove Cameron. Girl's got fearful eyes: that's a pretty look on her!" Camila goggle-eyed at Dove's assessment, sputtering in rebuttal. "Dove's...I don't know, she's...she's out of her mind. If I wasn't scared of Vanessa Hudgens, why would I be scared of Mish’s Mini-Me? And the idea that she's passed me by? We’ve both been on a roll since Ferbuary, and one of those ends tonight! It’s not going to be me, I can tell you that!”
Camila in a white pattern bikini, matching gloves, hair back in a battle pony. Dove in a bright red bikini, matching gloves, hair back in a battle pony. Fighters going forehead to forehead during abbreviated JMD instructions, nostrils flaring in the staredown, refusing to break until the ref pushes them apart.
R1: Bell: girls rocket from opposing corners, Dove pulling up and reaching back to throw a gigantic right - but Camila just piles on in, tackling brunettes heavily to canvas. Ensuing scramble sees beauties get to their knees - tummy to tummy: Mendes reaches her left arm under Cameron's right, stabilizing her for a stuffing right in tight to tummy. Dove bleating in pain, face cramped, reaches her right under Cami's left and digs in a sumptuous left - half tummy/half trunks. Another digging left shakes Cameron, then shifting, and setting herself for busy plugging right hands. Backsides all a jiggle as each fighter works from her knees - shipping low-blows and tummy bumps, left arms wrapped tight around brawling shoulders. Ref FINALLY steps in after girls have helped themselves to plenty - both girls stood up, given a good shake as ref grips either by her elbow for the scolding.
Resume: girls step into each other, falling into a hopeless entangling embrace - tumbling stagger into ropes sees girls wrestle for top position. As fight burbles into neutral corner, it's Dove finally pressing Camila down - leaning in with left shoulder against Mendes breasts while right hands pump away tummy and trunks. Cami tying up, another reefing ref's break finally separates the two. After a few heavy breaths - Camila rushes in again, leading with a looping overhand right that forces Cameron to duck and cover: Mendes able to body up close, square herself up and ROMP TO JUGG! Crowd standing and saluting with a roar: Cami shrug-a-chugging away with rising lefts and rights in snug, Dove sitting in the ropes helpless as her mounds are bunched up and jostled 'round. Bell: Mendes still slamming mindlessly away - looks like JMD commitment alright as Cameron finally slumps and blubbers.
R2: Both corners read the riot act during the interval, effectiveness demonstrated by Dove tackling Camila as they meet midring. Sprawling, amaturish writhing on the canvas broken up as ref pulls girls up for another scolding: CAMERON LANDS RIGHTY AS REF'S TRYING TO SORT 'EM OUT! Mendes startled - bewildered official staggers backward as DOVE SAILS INTO CAMI! Walking barrage, Cameron wades in robust rights and lefts, bashing Mendes in a haze to ropes. Dove bodying up with her left forearm squished between chests - now it's her free right hand plugging repeatedly into the trunks and tummy of her foe, cramping Camila up with a cry. Pushing and jostling from Cameron as she has Mendes weakened, able to smear brunette sideways along ropes, lean in on her, then POUND away righty to buttock and lower back. Ref moving in again, pulling girls apart - they're flailing mindlessly away at each other as man seeks to get in between. Bell: girls seething, slugging around and over the beleaguered official - order finally restored after a long delay.
R3: Dove HURTLING across the ring, Camila tackled hard to ropes--both girls tumble to canvas in a writhing pile, Cameron up on her knees as Mendes on all fours, reaching her left hand across Cami’s back, pulling her close, right hands tucking in heartless to tummy and trunks up underneath. Mendes’ hair all tangled at the sides of her face, dangling down past her breasts as she absorbs trauma, Ref FINALLY pulls Cameron off by her arms and fetches her a scolding, Camila pulling herself together at the ropes EATS A RIGHT HAND! Looping blast upside the head catching Mendes huge--she sways on the spot, hands groping at her temples to protect herself: CAMERON’S ALL IN! Another looping right hand to ear, ANOTHER, Cami battered dimly along the ropes, covering up earmuff and taking a brutal buffeting about her head. Brutal chugging assault further softens trunks and tummy as Dove wriggles in close, pumping at her brunette. Mendes groaning, reaches to clinch as boos cascade down: JMD audience wants to see non-stop punching, not resting, Cameron with her nose and mouth pressed hot against left side of Cami’s face, screaming: “I’M DIGGING AT YOU, CAMI! DIGGING!” until ref pulls her off once again.
R4: Push and shove--girls all soaked raven locks, flashing eyes, gnashing snarls, stamping legs, trembling backsides. Dove very determined here--shoving Camila ropeside and celebrating with a fierce pumping to rack: Mendes sobbing out loud as Cameron piles into rack with both hands chugging. Cami squirming away, sliding along ropes--but Dove stepping-with, reinitiating, fighters beating their fists against tummy and tits. Down the stretch, Mendes with a quick right hand jolts Cameron to trunks: Dove’s bunched up hurt, Cami gathers her in, twists her, muscles her to ropes and MUGS THOSE JUGS! Mendes LOVIN’ it on Cameron, just all up in there, short, up thrusting rights and lefts working the beef, Cami’s shoulders rotating, her own jugs a-jumping as she finally steals a Dove round with late ferocity.
R5: Fierce exchange of wild-swinging rights and lefts midring goes Dove’s way: her punches all land, pasting Camila’s face side to side and leaving her wobbly butt. Mendes’ legs rubbery, can’t hold canvas--she’s stampeded to ropes, jammed hard to cables as Cameron lifts the broad plane of her left thigh Into Cami’s tummy. Dove widening stance, squaring away: she gets to chugging methodical, lowering her head and going at the trunks and tummy of her foe to soften. Mendes drooping forward, she’s loosening badly. When Cameron goes rack, it’s on virtually defenseless opposition, Camila slumping into ropes, trusting her curvy legs to hold her up. Bell: Mendes out on her feet, Cameron chests up shouting “GIVE ME COMPETITION!”
R6: Dove sailing in, Camila with some nice short, hooks and right hands stands her ground and actually nails Cameron flush enough to stop her momentum. Dove forced to trade midring, hands at chest and stomach--she’s just twisting on her hips, clobbering Cami wide to the shoulders, flanks, and jaw. Mendes standing firm, coming back with little contact uppercuts, dipping her knees and sampling Cameron’s rack&ribs. Girls fall in together behind right hands, come up wrestling and scrabbling on the inside--lots of rough tousle rubbing, arm pushing action. Mendes rotating her shoulders well, picking up Dove tummy&tits, Cameron trying to push off and step in her hook to the waistline. Down the stretch, girls trade hooks and Dove doesn’t like it--she steps to the right, shaking her head and eats a CLANGING hook on the tip of her chin! Cameron caught blind, never sees it and she’s WOBBLY BUTT! Dove wandering to her right, Camila pouncing with Hail Mary right hands, stunning the ex-champ wide eyed. Cameron tilting forward, staring as she fields rights on her jaw, drifting slowly right and GOES DOWN! Dove in slumber, mouthing the mat and it’s OVER! KO6 CAMILA MENDES in massive reversal of fortune!!!!’’
After: Camila chesting into Dove, her left hand atop Cameron’s head as the new #1 contender presses her vanquished former contender into the ropes. This is all about Mendes letting Dove feel her weight, lingering a moment, tummy to tummy, pulling Cameron's head back using the hair-grip and exposing her throat. A thick thigh lift follows: the broad, tanned plank of her right thigh into the pit of Cameron's tummy, forcing air out with a shout. Dove pitched forward, and was expertly ensnared in Cami's brawny reverse sleeper grip. Mendes digging her chin into Cameron's damp scalp while writhing her arms into position: left arm snaking round behind Dove's head; left hand cupping Camila's right bicep; right fist clenching itself amidst damp raven locks.
About a minute in, Camila releases Dove and stepped away, taking a moment to finger her hair and strike majestic poses. Cameron panted on all fours, face pale and shiny, thinking mistakenly that the treatment was over. Mendes gets tossed a towel, wiping off her chest and arms before tossing it back to her corner. Refreshed, it was back to the salt mines for Cami, who stoops, pulls Dove slowly up by her hair, and chested her into ropes again. Everything slow and methodical, savoring every moment. A fresh smother was applied to throttled cries of complaint from Cameron, who reaches up behind her tormentress and pulled at black bra and ponytail, struggling to relieve pressure. It was all to no avail as Mendes' grip was too strong, her jugs too determined. She pours rack to Dove with a grim look of determination, looking back at the locker room entrance with her lips set in a tight line as she squeezed.
Natlie Alyn Lind’s seen enough, heading for the ring to break things up, but gets tackled by Demi Rose at the base of the walkway. No love lost between these two former JMD Queens, despite the three year gap since their last fight. They’re rolling back and forth with a hand in each other’s hair while the other is tugging and groping for a chance to grab each other’s tits. As security moves in, Camila releases Dove, who simply collapsed into the canvas, sprawled on her tummy, her eyes closed, lips parted in swoon.
