Post by Lookout! Boxing on Mar 29, 2024 22:23:51 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape (JMD):
Sara Jean Underwood (5-19-0, 5 KO)
5'3, 40 years old, 32C
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
vs.
Jordan Carver (3-19-0, 3 KO)
5'6, 37 years old, 30K
Black Eagle Boxing
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “
"AND NOW! Making her 25th appearance in the ring, the former Playmate of the Year. Please welcome the Portland, Oregon native, standing 5 foot 3, weighing in at 110 pounds, SARA JEANNNN UNNNNDERWOOD!!"
The former Playmate’s petite, yet shapely frame was tightly twined in a sheer, mesh bikini that bit into her bronzed skin; her playful, shoulder-length locks twirling and bouncing with every stride down the ramp. Underwood shamelessly overflowed out the top and bottom of the thin-banded bandeau top fastened around her heaving C-cups; her curvy hips and plump cheeks devouring the string thong bottoms that flossed between her thighs.
Carver dawned equally skimpy and provocative ring attire; a matte black, tiny triangular string top and matching thong bottoms. The brunette’s long hair trailed freely down her back, splitting her shoulder-blades as she leaned against the post in her corner. Jordan tucked her overflowing K-cups back behind the thin fabric, all-business and sick of losing to the CWF.
Round 1/2:
Underwood was one of the few overly-ambitious reclamation projects that had not yet gone according to plan for the CWF. One of only two fighters with a losing record since joining the Stable, Sara looked to celebrate her 40th birthday by inching closer to 0.500. The first round was a good start; as she controlled the pace and the reins of Carver, an equally inept fighter at the moment. Head, body, head, rack; Underwood varied her looks and kept Carver guessing. Unfortunately, after a 10-9 opener, Underwood’s composure went out the window.
Carver had three inches and plenty of busty padding on the blonde; and with cordiality out of the way, the German started to bully and uproot the Oregon native. As to be expected in a lower-level bout, Carver finally introduced some cattiness into the fold; pounding Underwood in the chest with a driving hook to crack her shell before pawing at her belted tube top and using it to slingshot her across the ring. Sara squealed as she spilled out of the frayed bandeau top; wearing the torn material around the waist as Carver chased and shouldered her into the far corner.
Sara was roughly jostled against the post, sprawling over the top rope with an impromptu armbra before Carver opened up; gouging chunks of flesh out of Underwood’s midsection with clunky, yet brutal overhands. A loaded right crushed Underwood’s clavicles, concaving her upper half before two pendulous hooks scooped out her gut. A left to the ribs buckled her side, then a right-right shook her bare chest; whimpering before a stiff left was poured down her throat. The blonde gurgled as her neck snapped straight back, her thonged cheeks split by the post as she slid lower and lower into a crouch. Hook, jab, hook, overhand; Underwood twisted and quaked as her hip, waist, rack, and chin were punctured by the flurrying brunette. Carver had to be pulled off by the official as she kept pounding through the bell; narrowly missing a knockout as a shell-shocked Underwood limped back to her corner. Carver leads thanks to a strong 10-8 second.
Round 3:
After the shock of her wardrobe failure wore off somewhat, Underwood looked increasingly attentive in her corner; soaking up instruction from McElhone as she was at least given a pair of black ‘X’ pasties to cover up.
Striding out to meet the prowling brunette, Underwood quickly slipped below a volcanic overhand from the German and sliced two clean hooks through her belly. Carver hoarsely grunt, skidding sideways; crinkling her nose before crow-hopping through another reckless toss. A brisk TAP-TAP darted through before Jordan could unload; stamping her nose and lips and pushing her to her heels. Carver was suddenly wide-eyed as the blonde found her punching form; pistoning torpedos up and down her buxom upper half. Jordan’s rack bounced as a pair of lefts flattened her enormous K-cups, her head snapping back as a right crushed her chin. Liver, ribs, tits, navel, sternum; Underwood meticulously dissected the floundering brunette until she leaned back and SWEPT a sidewinder-right across her jaw. Carver’s glass-chin shattered as Underwood stamped the vicious right; depositing the mystified brunette flat on her backside.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Carver unraveled with her hands strewn high above her head; sputtering with violent coughs as her heavy rack swelled with frantic pants. The winded brunette tried to lift her shoulders off the canvas one-by-one; teetering to her hip before her elbow gave out and she collapsed flat on her back.
7… 8… 9… 10!!
"And your winner, by KO in Round 3, SARA JEAAAAANNN UNDERRRRWOOOOOD!!!!"
Post Fight:
Underwood was suddenly filled with energy as she vaulted halfway over the ropes and into the arms of her corner; embraced by McElhone as she finally stopped a 3-fight skid. Having to remind Underwood of the JMD liberties at her disposal, Sara finally worked her way back through the ropes and into the ring. Circling the downed brunette like a shark rising from the depths, Sara took her time hawking Carver; stuck in a trance as she decided how best to punctuate a long-awaited victory.
Carver was still woozy as she lawn-chaired to a seated position; burying her face in her hands as she crunched forward at the waist. Suddenly the brunette hoarsely squealed as Underwood slid to her knees at Carver’s back and twisted her fingers up in her sweat-matted locks. With the flick of her wrists, Sara brutally SLAMMED the agonized German’s skull against the canvas; dazing her as she was sprawled right back out on her backside. Carver groggily mewled as Underwood slung a leg over her belly and mounted her midsection; toying with the crest of her string bikini before YANKING down on the tiny cups and exposing Jordan’s sloshing rack. Before the brunette could even comprehend what had happened, Sara bunched the material in her palm and stuffed it in Jordan’s mouth; muzzling the whimpering brunette with her own top.
Carver’s twisted features flushed red as Sara gleamed ear-to-ear and leaned forward; dangling her bare, tear-dropping rack over Jordan’s lips. With a quick shimmy of her shoulders, Sara dropped her C-cups and buried the squirming German; encasing Carver’s sweat-smeared face until she disappeared. Jordan bucked and kicked her lower half as Sara shimmied her deeper; hugging the back of her neck with both arms to ensure she was lost between mountains of flesh. Carver’s desperation quickly gave way to slowing spasms, twitching until she went unconscious in Underwood’s arms.