Emily Ratajkowski vs. Kara Del Toro (JMDD)

Emily:
(32, 5’7, 62:29 FCBA, VIXENs)


Kara:
(30, 5’8, 23:2 FCBA, Free Agent)


BEFORE:
Tonight’s press conference takes place on a picturesque stretch of Malibu Beach, with the sun setting in the background, casting an orange glow over the sand. A makeshift stage with a banner showing off both fighters’ portraits is set up, flanked by palm trees and tiki torches. The ring is nearby, with ropes made of thick, nautical ropes and wooden posts driven into the sand.
Emily Ratajkowski steps onto the stage first, wearing a sleek black bikini, with a halter-neck top and cheeky-cut bottoms that emphasize her toned figure. The bikini features golden accents and a VIXENs logo on the left cup. Her long brown hair cascades down her back, and she sports a confident smirk.

Kara Del Toro arrives soon after in a contrasting white bikini, with a bandeau top and high-cut bottoms that highlight her curves. The bikini has silver accents, and Kara's name is emblazoned on the right cup. Her blonde hair is styled in loose waves, and she exudes determination.
"Look, Kara, I get it. You’ve had a rough time since getting released by your old stable,” Emily begins. “Must be tough trying to find a new place to belong. But let's be real here, you’re not going to use me as a stepping stone to get back on track."

"Emily’s always so cocky for someone past her prime,” Kara replies with a smirk. “Maybe you should worry less about my career and more about your own. I’ve seen you get knocked out more times recently than I can count. Your reign as a JMD champ is over."

"Funny you say that. Last time I checked, I was still headlining events. You? You’re just desperate to stay relevant,” Emily says.

"Desperate? Maybe. But that makes me dangerous. And tonight, you’re going to find out just how dangerous I can be once your face is beneath my tits,” Kara says right back.

The press conference is attended by an array of media representatives from various sports and entertainment outlets. Fans gather around, some holding signs supporting their favorite fighters. Notable figures from the JMDD and FCBA leagues are present, including past opponents of both fighters.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows over the beach, the fighters make their way to the ring. Emily removes her robe first, revealing her black bikini that glistens under the lights. She stretches her arms and rolls her shoulders, her eyes locked on Kara. Her gloves are black with gold trim, matching her bikini, and she bounces lightly on her toes, ready to go.

Next, Kara also sheds her robe, displaying her white bikini that contrasts beautifully against her tanned skin. She adjusts her gloves, white with silver trim, and gives Emily a fierce glare. She shadowboxes for a moment, her movements fluid and powerful.

As the final moments before the fight tick away, both fighters step forward to the center of the ring for the staredown. As they come chest to chest, the tension reaches its peak. The crowd holds its breath, sensing the significance of this moment. Both fighters push their chests together, a clear display of dominance and defiance. The bikinis stretch slightly under the pressure, emphasizing the curves of their powerful bodies. Emily's slightly smaller frame doesn't back down, while Kara's taller, more muscular build tries to assert itself.

Their faces are mere inches apart, eyes locked in a battle of wills. Neither blinks, neither flinches. It's a silent war of intimidation, each woman trying to gain the psychological upper hand before the physical battle begins. Emily's lips curl into a smirk as she speaks, her voice dripping with sarcasm and confidence. "Ready to see some real tits, Kara? I've knocked down bigger and better than you."

Kara, not to be outdone, leans in slightly, her voice a low, threatening whisper. "I've seen you fall, Emily. Tonight, you'll hit the sand again, and this time, you won't get back up. Not when I’m on top of you"

Emily's muscles tense as she leans in, her abs tightening. Kara matches her intensity, her shoulders squaring and her stance widening slightly to push Emily back. The subtle shift in weight and posture is a clear signal: neither woman is willing to back down, and both are prepared for the brutal contest ahead.

Finally, the referee steps in, placing a hand on each fighter's shoulder to separate them. The physical contact is reluctant, their eyes still locked as they are pulled apart, and sent back to their corners.

HERE WE GO with ten rounds of JMDD action!

ROUND 1:
Ratajkowski starts with a quick, agile approach, using her speed to circle around her opponent, while Kara, on the other hand, stands her ground, her eyes fixed on her, ready to counter any advances. First contact has Emily darting in, her gloves aiming for Kara’s chest. She throws a quick one-two jab, the leather smacking against her breasts with a satisfying thud thud. But Kara grunts but doesn’t back down, immediately swinging back with a powerful hook aimed at her ribs, forcing Emily to duck suddenly and narrowly avoiding the blow, before stepping back to reassess. Footwork and positioning of both fighters sees the sand waves underfoot making movement tricky, but Emily’s lighter frame gives her a slight advantage there. She bounces on her toes, feinting left and right, looking for clear openings. Kara, slightly heavier and more muscular, moves more deliberately, her feet digging into the sand for better traction. She keeps her guard high, ready to block and counter. Mid-round action sees Emily continuing to dart in and out, landing quick jabs to Kara’s orbs. Each punch lands with a solid thump, causing those ex-championship jugs to jiggle and wince slightly but the ex-champ to not lose her focus. Kara attempts to close the distance suddenly, swinging with heavy, sweeping punches that force Emily to stay on her toes. One particularly vicious right hook grazes Emily’s shoulder, showcasing her power. But by the final minute, Emily’s strategy of hit-and-move starts to pay off. She lands a solid uppercut to Kara’s right breast, causing a noticeable grimace, Kara’s body jolting slightly from the impact. Emily follows up with a flurry of jabs, each one landing cleanly into various other parts of her mounds. Kara tries to respond with a haymaker, but Emily slips under it, countering with a stiff jab to Kara’s left jug, making it bounce. Bell rings and both fighters step back, breathing heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat under the setting sun. Emily heads to her corner with a slight smirk, knowing she’s taken the first round on points. Kara, though clearly frustrated, remains determined, her eyes never leaving her foe.

ROUND 2:
The crowd leans forward, sensing the undercurrent of aggression, as the two combatants circle each other, each seeking dominance. Del Toro, eager to rectify the previous round, launches a calculated assault, her hooks aimed with precision at Ratajkowski's chest. Though the brunette manages to deflect some blows, the blonde's power begins to assert itself. Ratajkowski counters with swift footwork, attempting to circle around her opponent, but the sand impedes her agility. Del Toro, exploiting her slight weight advantage, presses forward, her stance grounded in the shifting terrain. A series of jabs from the Vixen are expertly parried, drawing the two women into closer quarters, where a well-placed hook from Del Toro ripples across her opponent’s left breast, eliciting a grimace and shout of pain. Undeterred, Ratajkowski responds with a jab to her opponent's right, only to be met with another punishing uppercut that sends her staggering backward. Sensing vulnerability, Del Toro intensifies her attack, a barrage of punches echoing off various parts of her chest, hitting the flesh in and around the arms. Emily desperately seeks refuge in a clinch, but Del Toro's strength prevails, a sudden knee lift to the thighs stabilizing her as she unleashes another devastating hook from close range. Soon, the relentless assault takes its toll on Ratajkowski, her breasts bearing the brunt of the punishment, but a flicker of defiance ignites within the brunette, and she pushes off suddenly and retaliates with a flurry of jabs, connecting a few blows to Del Toro's orbs. As the final seconds tick away, both fighters are reduced to heaving breaths, and the bell's echo signals the end of the round, a turning point that demands strategic adaptation from the battered Vixen.

ROUND 3:
Del Toro exudes confidence, having edged out her rival in the previous round. Emily, on the other hand, looks determined to reclaim her dominance, but it becomes clear quickly that her opponent is not going to make it easy for her. Still, she comes out strong, moving quickly to close the distance. She starts with a feint to the face, which makes the Vixen bring her guard up. This opens up Emily’s chest, and she takes advantage by delivering a sharp jab to the left breast, causing it to bounce and Emily to take a step back in a grimace. Kara continues to mix up her attacks, throwing a few quick jabs to the face, keeping her guard high, then dipping low to deliver powerful hooks to her breasts. A particularly hard left hook sends her right breast swinging to the side, and Emily winces visibly from the impact. Soon, Emily tries to retaliate with body shots, hoping to slow Kara down, but her own defenses are solid. She parries the blows and counters with an uppercut to the Vixen’s chin, which grazes and snaps her head back with an ouff. The force causes Emily to stumble, and Kara capitalizes with a series of hooks to her body, landing solid punches to her ribs and stomach. Del Toro’s footwork is impressive on the sand, as she maintains her balance while pushing her opponent slowly back towards the ropes. Emily struggles to find her footing, her attempts to circle away often thwarted by the shifting ground beneath her feet. The pressure is on, as more punches sail in and target the chest. A well-placed straight right to Emily’s right breast makes her yelp, and Kara follows up with a left cross to her jaw, further dazing her opponent. In the final minute, Kara forces Emily into a corner and begins a punishing assault on her breasts and body. Emily tries to clinch to stop the onslaught, but her arms lack strength, and Kara shrugs her off, driving her feet into the sand before delivering a brutal uppercut to the base of her left breast. The impact lifts the orb upwards, and she cries out in pain, her arms dropping slightly. Kara sees the opening and lands a powerful hook to the side, causing her to gasp for breath. Now, as Emily’s hands begin to drop, her breasts are now a prime target again, and each punch makes them bounce and her body to shudder from the force.
In the heat of the third, Del Toro has Ratajkowski backed against the ropes, her body slumped and her eyes showing signs of fatigue. Her dominant presence looms over, her gloved hands working in and out to inflict maximum damage, as Emily’s bikini top strains against the constant tugging and pulling. Kara reaches in, and with a firm grip on the strings of her bikini top, yanks them violently downwards, causing Emily’s chest to jerk forward. And with each tug, Kara lands a brutal punch, her gloves slamming into those meaty orbs with sickening thuds. “This all you’ve got, Ems?” Kara taunts, her voice dripping with contempt. Emily tries to muster a response, but another quick punch to her left breast cuts her off, her mouth opening in a silent gasp. The gloves work like pistons, targeting different parts of Emily’s chest: a left hook smacks into her right breast, sending it rippling across her chest, followed by another straight hand packed into her left, causing a similar reaction. Emily’s bikini top is now visibly strained, the fabric barely holding together under the combined stress of both punches and pulling. With a sinister grin, Kara yanks down even harder, stretching the fabric to the point of tearing. “Time to strip you down, princess” she hisses, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. She delivers an uppercut that lifts Emily’s left breast high, the force almost tearing the bikini top from her body. Soon, Emily’s head lolls back, her body collapsing more into Kara’s aggressive embrace. Her attempts to guard are weak and ineffective, her arms occasionally trying to push Kara away but failing miserably. Kara exploits this, her fist sinking deep into her right breast again, the leather glove folding inwards and forcing the flesh to contour around it. Another tug, and her other fist slams into the top of Emily’s left breast, making her groan loudly, and her top has had enough, finally giving way, one strap snapping and the other barely hanging on, exposing one of her breasts to the beach air! But Kara only snarls and continues her assault, each punch methodically aimed to maximize pain and humiliation. Her gloves make sharp, echoing sounds as they connect with now tender flesh, causing the brunette’s body to convulse with each hit, eliciting another anguished moan. Finally, before there’s a full wardrobe malfunction, the bell rings, ending the round, but the damage is done. The referee steps in, separating the two fighters, and Emily slumps against the ropes, her chest heaving, her body barely able to stand after the onslaught. Kara raises her gloves confidently with a strut back to her corner, knowing she has won this round decisively.

ROUND 4:
Ratajkowski is determined to regain control after Kara’s dominant performance in the previous round. She takes a deep breath as she steps forward, her eyes locking onto Kara’s, ready to execute her strategy. In between rounds, she managed to adjust her bikini top, which hung loosely from the previous round's rough exchange, her fingers briefly working to secure the knots. Her movements are more aggressive, throwing a series of quick jabs to Kara’s face, forcing the blonde model to raise her guard. Then, she darts in with a swift hook to her right breast, making it wobble from the impact. Kara grits her teeth, feeling the sting. The brunette continues to mix her attacks, keeping her foe guessing. She feints a jab to the head, causing her to flinch, and then drives a solid right hook into Kara’s left side of her chest, causing the orb to ripple from the force. Wincing but snarling back, Kara tries to counter with a hook to the body, but Emily anticipates it, stepping back just in time and delivering a quick one-two combo to the chest, each punch making those jugs bounce and jiggle. Kara attempts to reset at a distance, but Emily stays on her, using her superior speed and agility. She lands a series of body shots, her gloves thudding against the ribs and abdomen, before shifting her focus back to the chest. A powerful uppercut causes one of her breasts to lift and then drop heavily, and Kara lets out a grunt of pain. Emily’s footwork sees her moving smoothly, circling around and staying just out of reach of any counters. Kara, meanwhile, struggles to keep up, her heavier frame sinking slightly into the sand with each step. Another quick jab to the face keeps her off balance, followed by a brutal hook to the left jug, causing Kara to wince and stumble slightly.

In the final minute, Emily ramps up her assault. This time, she pins Kara against the ropes, using her shoulder to keep the blonde in place while she hammers away at her body. Kara’s breasts are taking a pounding, each punch making them sway and bounce. A particularly hard right hook, followed by a left uppercut catches the right orb , lifting it briefly and making Kara gasp for air. Of course, Del Toro tries to clinch to stop the onslaught, but Emily keeps up the pressure, keeping her pinned with the occasional body and facial shot. With only seconds left in the round and her opponent dazed, Emily snarls and reaches for Kara's bikini top, her fingers working the strings with quick, angry tugs. Kara, too battered to resist effectively, feels the fabric strain. Emily intersperses her pulling with brutal punches, driving her fists into Kara's chest and making her breasts jostle within the confines with each hit. Finally, Kara's top gives way on one side, dislodging her left breast from the socket, just as the bell rings. The Vixen continues to snarl in her face, not satisfied with just revealing her tits but sinking several more punches into the tortured flesh, before she steps back at the referee’s tugs on her shoulder, breathing heavily but looking victorious, a smirk slowly widening as she struts back to her corner! Meanwhile, Kara leans against the ropes, her chest heaving and her face showing the pain and frustration of the round. Emily raises her gloves in triumph, knowing she has won this round decisively, while the crowd roars in approval at the intense display.

ROUND 5:
In the opening moments of the fifth, both Emily and Kara step up to each other with mutual animosity. Both fighters immediately latch onto their opponent’s bikini strings, the thin fabric of their tops straining under the tension but not giving way just yet. With their bodies anchored together, they begin to exchange fierce punches. Emily's right fist snaps out, landing a solid hook to Kara's cheek, snapping her head to the side. But Kara holds firm, her grip on Emily’s own bikini strings tightening, but keeping her steady, allowing her to retaliate with a swift jab to the brunette’s ribs, causing her to grunt in pain. The crowd roars in approval, sensing the escalation in the fight. Yet, Emily’s own left hand remains steadfast on Kara’s bikini strings, pulling slightly as she delivers a sharp uppercut to the base of her chin. The force of the punch jerks her head upwards, but the strings hold, stretching tautly across her heaving chest. Suddenly, Kara’s eyes flare with anger. She pulls on Emily's strings even harder, her nails digging into the fabric. “b*tch...” she mutters, her voice dripping with venom. With her free hand, she delivers a crushing blow to Emily's exposed side, making her opponent wince and momentarily lose her breath. The fighters’ bikini tops strain under the relentless pulling and tugging, the strings digging into their skin but still holding firm. Emily grits her teeth, leaning in close for support and to keep the strings taut, before driving a straight punch into Del Toro’s left breast, causing it to bounce violently within the confines of her top. The fabric strains even further, but still doesn’t give. Kara's face contorts in a mix of pain and fury. She fights off the growing dizziness and tightens her grip on the Vixen’s bikini strings, her knuckles brushing against the bare skin. “You think you can break me?” Kara spits out. A brutal hook is driven into Emily’s right breast, the impact sending ripples through the flesh and making her gasp.
But the clinch only intensifies as both women continue to hold onto each other’s bikini strings, refusing to let go. Their chests heave with exertion, and their bodies press tightly together. They begin targeting other parts, with Emily landing another hard punch to the cheek, the blow snapping her head back. But Kara responds in kind, a powerful uppercut to Emily’s midsection that makes her double over slightly. The strings of their bikini tops dig even deeper into their flesh, the tension nearly unbearable. Finally, with a simultaneous yank, both women pull hard, and the thin fabric of either can no longer withstand the strain. With a loud snap, Emily's bikini top gives way first, her breasts spilling free, with Kara’s top following suit moments later, the strings snapping and her breasts bouncing free from the confines of the fabric. The crowd erupts in a mix of gasps and cheers as both fighters stand topless, their bare chests heaving with each ragged breath. Despite the exposure, neither woman shows any sign of backing down. Instead, they continue to pummel each other’s exposed breasts, the punches landing with sickening thuds that echo through the arena. Emily drives a hook into Kara’s left breast, the impact causing it to sway wildly. Then, Kara’s response is immediate—a brutal uppercut to Emily’s right tit, lifting it upwards with the force of the blow. The intensity of the exchange only grows, the fighters locked in a vicious struggle for dominance, their bodies glistening with sweat and their faces contorted with determination and rage.

Soon, Emily's fierce assault drives Kara back step by step, each punch landing with precision and force. Kara, refusing to back down, focuses her fire, suddenly driving forth a rapid series of punches, her leather gloves smashing into Emily's orbs and ribs, causing them to sway and bounce from the impact. Determined to turn the tide, however, Emily counters with a sharp left uppercut aimed at the chin. The punch lands cleanly, causing Kara’s head to snap back violently. Her legs WOBBLE, her balance compromised as she instinctively raises her arms to protect her face. Emily seizes the moment, following up with a right hook to her chest again, sending a painful ripple through the flesh. Kara gasps, the blow causing her to momentarily lose focus and buckle. Sensing her advantage, Emily drives another punch to her chin, a brutal right cross that connects solidly. Kara's eyes widen in shock as her head snaps to the side, her body staggering backward until her back hits the ropes. The support of the ropes barely keeps her upright, her guard dropping as she struggles to regain her bearings.

With Kara dazed and reeling, Emily steps in closer, drilling a final series of punches: a left hook to the jug, causing Kara’s chest to jolt violently and her legs beginning to buckle, her body betraying the punishment it has endured. A vicious uppercut packs into her midsection last, the Vixen’s glove sinking deep into the soft flesh just above her remaining bikini bottoms. Kara folds over in pain, a choked gasp escaping her lips as her body curls inward, setting her up for a powerful right cross to the cheek, which sends her SPRAWLING to the sand! Her body lands heavily, her chest heaving as she struggles to breathe, the pain etched clearly on her face! It’s a KNOCKDOWN from Emily Ratajkowski, who also sways on the spot from the momentum, before raising her hands in victory! The referee begins the count, and Kara struggles to rise, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. “Five... six... seven...” She makes a valiant effort, pushing herself up on her elbows, but her strength keeps failing her. At the final second, Del Toro collapses back onto the sand, unable to continue! “Nine... ten! You’re out!”

Official Result: Emily Ratajkowski defeats Kara Del Toro via KO5!

AFTER:
Emily Ratajkowski, battered but victorious, raises her arms wearily in celebration, her chest heaving with exhaustion. The crowd erupts in cheers and applause, acknowledging the grueling battle and her triumph.

She takes a moment to catch her breath, then begins stripping off her gloves, her eyes never leaving Kara's prone form. The adrenaline still courses through her veins as she moves with determination, the taste of victory spurring her on. She tosses her gloves aside to the sand dunes, her expression shifting to one of steely resolve as she approaches her fallen opponent.

With a firm grip, she reaches down and grabs a handful of Kara's hair, eliciting a groan from the defeated fighter. "Time to teach you a lesson," Emily mutters, her voice filled with a mix of triumph and disdain. She hauls her up by her hair, dragging her towards the center of the ring. Kara's legs stumble beneath her, barely able to support her weight.

Reaching the center of the ring, she unceremoniously drops her onto her back, the impact sending a cloud of sand into the air. Kara's chest rises and falls rapidly, her breaths shallow and labored. Meanwhile, Emily circles her slowly, her eyes scanning her prone form, looking for the best angle to pounce. "You thought you could take me down? Pathetic," Emily taunts, her voice dripping with scorn.

Finally, she positions herself at Kara's head, and though Kara begins to stir, her body twitching with the last remnants of resistance, without warning, Emily throws herself downwards, scooping her head, shoulders, and neck up into her chest. She locks her arms tightly around Kara's shocked head, her bare breasts pressing firmly into the defeated girl’s shocked face!
Kara's muffled cries are barely audible as Emily's ample bosom engulfs her features. But the Vixen only tightens her grip, her own cheeks pressing into her former foe’s exposed bosom as she applies the signature reverse jug smother. Soon, Kara's struggles grow more frantic, her hands weakly pushing at Emily's sides, but the victor’s hold is unyielding. "Just give in, Kara. You never stood a chance," Emily whispers down into her heaving chest, her voice calm and confident.

Slowly, Kara's movements slow, her struggles becoming weaker and more sporadic. Emily's grip remains firm, her breasts swallowing Kara's face completely. The crowd watches in hushed anticipation as soon, the blonde’s body finally goes limp, her arms falling to her sides. Emily holds the smother for a few more moments, ensuring Kara is completely jugged out. When she's satisfied, she releases her hold, standing up and looking down at her vanquished foe.

Kara lies motionless on the sand, her face flushed and her chest rising and falling weakly. Above, Emily raises her arms in victory once more, basking in the applause and cheers of the crowd. She steps away from Kara's prone form, her expression a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. "That's how you finish a fight," she says to no one in particular, her eyes scanning the crowd before she exits the ring, leaving Kara to be attended to by the medical staff.