Post by Lookout! Boxing on Aug 25, 2017 23:45:21 GMT -6
Sylvie Meis
vs Demi Rose
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: Demi aggressively pursuing JMD supremacy, she knows a big win to followup forcing Lovato to cheat in her debut will be a tremendous boost. “Sylvie’s jugs are just two disappointing little stepping stones for me,” she blurts. “I’m the queen of JMD, not Jessica or Jenna or any of them. I’ll get in Sylvie’s jubblies and give them a working over she’s never even dreamed of! And when she goes out…You’ll be talking about it forever!”
“It’s ridiculous,” Sylvie tells assembled newshounds. “Demi’s a street-fighting gutter tramp afraid to fight me, she wanted to take this outside, fine. I look great on the beach, and she’s going to be left stretched out with sand all over those bibs she’s so eager to show off!”
Baby blue bandeau for Sylvie, blonde hair loose, orange gloves. Black triangle bikini for Demi, hair back in battle braid that reaches down to her world class bum. Both fighters barefoot on the sand, ringposts set directly in sand.
R1: Demi storming the front gate, Sylvie giving ground, turning at the ropes, keeping her back clear of the strands. Early Rose pressure fizzles when Meis walks her girl into a jarring right uppercut, Brit brought to a halt. Sylvie takes the initiative. Jab jab jab to Demi’s rack, stepping to the right and ANOTHER jagged little right uppercut pops between the mitts--Meis poking and stepping, fitting brunette for hard rights, walking away. Rose bloody nosed, ragged at the bell as Sylvie gets off spanking.
R2: Demi bobbing, weaving, crouching as she rushes forward. Sylvie lashing right hands off Rose’s ear, moving a little stiffly, but effectively in the first minute. Second minute, Demi pressing and Sylvie lights her up a huge right uppercut, blonde obviously looking for that punch, gets all of Roses’s chin…AND DEMI WALKS THROUGH IT! Bludgeoning punches smash into Sylvie’s belly and breasts forcing her ropeside, Rose sets up strong. Shove n’ slug beatdown administered—Demi pushing Sylvie in the chest and bashing away at muscular fat-free arms; shining tanned ribs; glorious bulging jugs; flat, quivering belly meat. Meis grimacing, unable to answer back—she’s just covering up best she can, riding it out to the bell.
R3: Demi resolute coming forward, feet swishing in the sand, Sylvie already looking shopworn. Stubby jabs, whistling hooks, pokey straight right hands until Meis is ropeside. Beatdown: Rose punching in syncopation with her upper body movement, fists bouncing sharp and tangy off Sylvie’s arms, tits and tummy, doubling up left hands—hooks and uppercuts—catching chin between the mitts after freezing her to the rack. Meis mouthbreathing, wearing down not answering back off the ropes, starting to droop and suffer as Rose enjoys long stretches of productivity.
R4: More beatdown, Sylvie a tottering wreck—hands weak at her face, guard easily punched through as Demi shimmies her Kardashian-calibre booty and unloads with gusto. Meis crossing her arms, starring shiny-faced into shellack—Rose clobbering away with lustful, clubbing lefts and rights, smashing at the chin and chest. It’s all too much—cascading, sheeting blows rain down over a minute as Sylvie falls apart at the seams. FINALLY crumpling in stages to sprawl face down at Demi’s feet. Rose glaring down hot, no trace of remorse as she stomps away all twitching ponytail and angry buttocks., No count needed: concerned ref waves this thing off as poor Meis slumbers, lips wet on the canvas, KO4 in jailbreaking fashion, Demi Rose!
After: Demi toes Sylvie under the ropes, bends under the ropes pauses on the outside with her hands on her knees, putting that Kim-Kardashian-class breast and booty on display as she turns in a full circle to give EVERYBODY a good look. Straddling Meis, she keeps her legs straight as she bends over and pulls the blonde’s face up into her breasts, one hand in her hair and one gripping the middle of the bandeau. Sylvie’s head still lolling, the “breast smother” is pro-forma, she’s not awake for this! Demi giving the crowd a look at her hungry jubblies, staking out a claim on Jessica Nigri’s next shot.
vs Demi Rose
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: Demi aggressively pursuing JMD supremacy, she knows a big win to followup forcing Lovato to cheat in her debut will be a tremendous boost. “Sylvie’s jugs are just two disappointing little stepping stones for me,” she blurts. “I’m the queen of JMD, not Jessica or Jenna or any of them. I’ll get in Sylvie’s jubblies and give them a working over she’s never even dreamed of! And when she goes out…You’ll be talking about it forever!”
“It’s ridiculous,” Sylvie tells assembled newshounds. “Demi’s a street-fighting gutter tramp afraid to fight me, she wanted to take this outside, fine. I look great on the beach, and she’s going to be left stretched out with sand all over those bibs she’s so eager to show off!”
Baby blue bandeau for Sylvie, blonde hair loose, orange gloves. Black triangle bikini for Demi, hair back in battle braid that reaches down to her world class bum. Both fighters barefoot on the sand, ringposts set directly in sand.
R1: Demi storming the front gate, Sylvie giving ground, turning at the ropes, keeping her back clear of the strands. Early Rose pressure fizzles when Meis walks her girl into a jarring right uppercut, Brit brought to a halt. Sylvie takes the initiative. Jab jab jab to Demi’s rack, stepping to the right and ANOTHER jagged little right uppercut pops between the mitts--Meis poking and stepping, fitting brunette for hard rights, walking away. Rose bloody nosed, ragged at the bell as Sylvie gets off spanking.
R2: Demi bobbing, weaving, crouching as she rushes forward. Sylvie lashing right hands off Rose’s ear, moving a little stiffly, but effectively in the first minute. Second minute, Demi pressing and Sylvie lights her up a huge right uppercut, blonde obviously looking for that punch, gets all of Roses’s chin…AND DEMI WALKS THROUGH IT! Bludgeoning punches smash into Sylvie’s belly and breasts forcing her ropeside, Rose sets up strong. Shove n’ slug beatdown administered—Demi pushing Sylvie in the chest and bashing away at muscular fat-free arms; shining tanned ribs; glorious bulging jugs; flat, quivering belly meat. Meis grimacing, unable to answer back—she’s just covering up best she can, riding it out to the bell.
R3: Demi resolute coming forward, feet swishing in the sand, Sylvie already looking shopworn. Stubby jabs, whistling hooks, pokey straight right hands until Meis is ropeside. Beatdown: Rose punching in syncopation with her upper body movement, fists bouncing sharp and tangy off Sylvie’s arms, tits and tummy, doubling up left hands—hooks and uppercuts—catching chin between the mitts after freezing her to the rack. Meis mouthbreathing, wearing down not answering back off the ropes, starting to droop and suffer as Rose enjoys long stretches of productivity.
R4: More beatdown, Sylvie a tottering wreck—hands weak at her face, guard easily punched through as Demi shimmies her Kardashian-calibre booty and unloads with gusto. Meis crossing her arms, starring shiny-faced into shellack—Rose clobbering away with lustful, clubbing lefts and rights, smashing at the chin and chest. It’s all too much—cascading, sheeting blows rain down over a minute as Sylvie falls apart at the seams. FINALLY crumpling in stages to sprawl face down at Demi’s feet. Rose glaring down hot, no trace of remorse as she stomps away all twitching ponytail and angry buttocks., No count needed: concerned ref waves this thing off as poor Meis slumbers, lips wet on the canvas, KO4 in jailbreaking fashion, Demi Rose!
After: Demi toes Sylvie under the ropes, bends under the ropes pauses on the outside with her hands on her knees, putting that Kim-Kardashian-class breast and booty on display as she turns in a full circle to give EVERYBODY a good look. Straddling Meis, she keeps her legs straight as she bends over and pulls the blonde’s face up into her breasts, one hand in her hair and one gripping the middle of the bandeau. Sylvie’s head still lolling, the “breast smother” is pro-forma, she’s not awake for this! Demi giving the crowd a look at her hungry jubblies, staking out a claim on Jessica Nigri’s next shot.
