Post by Lookout! Boxing on Dec 1, 2017 22:23:14 GMT -6
Jessica Nigri vs
Demi Rose (JMD Title)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: “I’ve conclusively shown I’m tailor-made for JMD brawling,” an upbeat Jessica chirps in prefight, “Just because I like getting down and dirty in a fight, doesn’t mean I can’t fight classy, you guys know better than that! It’s gonna be fun and I’m gonna dominate this British tart just like I did Helen!” Demi begs to differ with Nigri’s assessment. “Jessi’s jugs are just two disappointing little stepping stones for me, I’m showing everyone I’m the queen of JMD—not Jess or Jenna of any of them. I’ll get in Nigri’s rack and give her work she’s never even dreamed of and when she goes out, she’ll never know what hit her!
Demi showcasing a new orange bikini, black hair down to her buttocks, black gloves. Champ stripping off the jeweled bra to reveal a red top, black bottoms with gold ties, white gloves
R1: Jessica crowding Demi early, fighting inside, World’s Sexiest DJ finds herself up against the ropes, hunkered over—Nigri crouched with her shoulder on Rose’s chest. Jessica off that right shoulder, using her legs to jam a curling right hand to the pit of the belly, then jerking little right uppercut to jugs, leaning smothering range. Minute of jug-mugging at the ropes sees Demi touched up plenty, Nigri finally backs off to open up the ring. Rose trying to push off and come forward, bobbing and weaving, crossing her arms to walk Jessica down, Champ fading back, using her reach, batting the backhand jab, juking side to side, potshotting her oncoming nemesis. Down the stretch, Nigri more or less flat footed, but controlling distance nicely—she’s got Rose reaching with punches, coming up short, and whistling right hand counter over the hook has the challenger stepping in fence post holes at the bell.
R2: Demi off her stool like a rocket--catches Jessica in her corner and rams home a startling overhand right to begin festivities. Nigri, shunted sideways by the blow, doesn’t have it together as Rose piles on, wrapping up around cosplayer’s arms from the side, tackles the Champ’s into her corner, and comes up punching--scrubbing away belly, breasts and back as Jessica cringes against the turnbuckles. Nigri finally gets turned around to where she can punch back and once she does, round devolves into a beefy tit for tat inside--girls taking turns, punches jamming into any available opening, bodies beaten, racks ransacked, chins clocked. Jiggly slugfest spills into overtime as the ref has to wade in and pull the girls apart after the bell.
R3: Lusty shoulder bumping midring as girls push for punching room, timing hooks and sweeping right hands off the rub. Demi with a nice rhythm, routinely ducking under Jessica’ haymakers, coming up with tidy strokes on the belly, tugging that chin, moving the Champ with punches as Nigri starts to give ground. Final minute, Jessica in grudging retreat steps back, plants and lands a gorgeous swinging right hand flat to the belly to shock Demi coming in, Champ putting the hook on top, swivels Rose’s head and DEMI’S HURT! Jessica palming shoulders to get Rose tottering backward, Champ launches a walking barrage as she steps forward. Demi on her heels, dazed, desperately blocking punches—lefts and rights club and bounce off her head and shoulders as she’s driven ropeside. Jessica swings a looping right, smashes left eye, slumping Rose shabby in the ropes, Champ setting and pumping to the body with both arms pumping savagely as groggy Demi wilts forward and clinches weakly. Jess pouring it on past the bell, drifting a little south of the border all jiggly with enthusiasm.
R4: Jessica lands a sumptuous right hand brick to the pit of Demi’s stomach at the open, getting position with her shoulder in the challenger’s chest again, powering the punch in with her legs and back—Rome paralyzed and groaning upon impact. Nigri’s got a hurting challenger in front of her and takes Demi apart the rest of the way. Pretty stuff—Jess lifting the uppie off her stomach, pounding away on the jugs, then she’ll step to right or left to reach a lashing blow around Rose’s body to bash kidney. Demi spends the whole round on her heels, not coming forward this round, grimacing from the cruel touches to her back and sides, but not doing much about it.
R5: Demi raises the bar. Bobbing and weaving, Rose effectively pre-empting Nigri, ducking her way inside to set up shop. Jessica may have punched herself out, waiting too much, not moving her hands--Demi has a blank check (cheque?) to batter body and breasts with both hands, reaching up under Nigri’s arm to push her back. By the final minute--Jessica’s groggy with punishment, guard drooping--Demi’s harming her to the waist and clocking her viciously across the jugs with a non-stop barrage of power punches. Final moments, Rose twists into a gobsmacking left hook on the chin that rocks Nigri woozy into the ropes, crowd squeals in discomfort at the horrible looks and sound of the shot. Officials taking a close look during the break--Jessica stubbornly demanding to be allowed to continue.
R6: Demi piles on board again, walking Jessica to the ropes, bodying the bigger girl into the strands, then pulling out to go to work. Nigri just taking now, butt propped on ropes, gloves limp at her face—Rose’s punches to the jugs easily sweep away the guard as champ can’t defend herself. Demi batting at Jess’s arms to encourage weakness—she’s breaking down every available inch of resistance. Final minute—Rose has had enough fun, sets her feet, steels her eyes, and goes at Nigri’s liver with a series of hooks—murderous, bludgeoning punches that bash in behind the elbow with a meaty thunk, over and over again and THE CHAMP GOES DOWN! Jessica simply beaten to canvas, falls to all fours, then sinks back to her haunches, cradling her rack, head lolling back to expose that sweat streaked neck—she can’t go on. Savage KO6 for the winner and NEW JMD Champion: Demi Rose!
After: Jessica stays on her haunches as Demi’s arm is raised. New champ strolls over to her vanquished predecessor, gets a hand into Nigri’s sweat-sodden hair, pulls her forward onto all fours, white gloves slamming into the canvas. Rose dropping down to her knees as well, and forces Jessica’s face between her breasts! Demi POURS the jug to Nigri, holding her firmly digging her chin into Jessica’s scalp and SQUEEZING extra special until her arms hang limp.
Demi Rose (JMD Title)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: “I’ve conclusively shown I’m tailor-made for JMD brawling,” an upbeat Jessica chirps in prefight, “Just because I like getting down and dirty in a fight, doesn’t mean I can’t fight classy, you guys know better than that! It’s gonna be fun and I’m gonna dominate this British tart just like I did Helen!” Demi begs to differ with Nigri’s assessment. “Jessi’s jugs are just two disappointing little stepping stones for me, I’m showing everyone I’m the queen of JMD—not Jess or Jenna of any of them. I’ll get in Nigri’s rack and give her work she’s never even dreamed of and when she goes out, she’ll never know what hit her!
Demi showcasing a new orange bikini, black hair down to her buttocks, black gloves. Champ stripping off the jeweled bra to reveal a red top, black bottoms with gold ties, white gloves
R1: Jessica crowding Demi early, fighting inside, World’s Sexiest DJ finds herself up against the ropes, hunkered over—Nigri crouched with her shoulder on Rose’s chest. Jessica off that right shoulder, using her legs to jam a curling right hand to the pit of the belly, then jerking little right uppercut to jugs, leaning smothering range. Minute of jug-mugging at the ropes sees Demi touched up plenty, Nigri finally backs off to open up the ring. Rose trying to push off and come forward, bobbing and weaving, crossing her arms to walk Jessica down, Champ fading back, using her reach, batting the backhand jab, juking side to side, potshotting her oncoming nemesis. Down the stretch, Nigri more or less flat footed, but controlling distance nicely—she’s got Rose reaching with punches, coming up short, and whistling right hand counter over the hook has the challenger stepping in fence post holes at the bell.
R2: Demi off her stool like a rocket--catches Jessica in her corner and rams home a startling overhand right to begin festivities. Nigri, shunted sideways by the blow, doesn’t have it together as Rose piles on, wrapping up around cosplayer’s arms from the side, tackles the Champ’s into her corner, and comes up punching--scrubbing away belly, breasts and back as Jessica cringes against the turnbuckles. Nigri finally gets turned around to where she can punch back and once she does, round devolves into a beefy tit for tat inside--girls taking turns, punches jamming into any available opening, bodies beaten, racks ransacked, chins clocked. Jiggly slugfest spills into overtime as the ref has to wade in and pull the girls apart after the bell.
R3: Lusty shoulder bumping midring as girls push for punching room, timing hooks and sweeping right hands off the rub. Demi with a nice rhythm, routinely ducking under Jessica’ haymakers, coming up with tidy strokes on the belly, tugging that chin, moving the Champ with punches as Nigri starts to give ground. Final minute, Jessica in grudging retreat steps back, plants and lands a gorgeous swinging right hand flat to the belly to shock Demi coming in, Champ putting the hook on top, swivels Rose’s head and DEMI’S HURT! Jessica palming shoulders to get Rose tottering backward, Champ launches a walking barrage as she steps forward. Demi on her heels, dazed, desperately blocking punches—lefts and rights club and bounce off her head and shoulders as she’s driven ropeside. Jessica swings a looping right, smashes left eye, slumping Rose shabby in the ropes, Champ setting and pumping to the body with both arms pumping savagely as groggy Demi wilts forward and clinches weakly. Jess pouring it on past the bell, drifting a little south of the border all jiggly with enthusiasm.
R4: Jessica lands a sumptuous right hand brick to the pit of Demi’s stomach at the open, getting position with her shoulder in the challenger’s chest again, powering the punch in with her legs and back—Rome paralyzed and groaning upon impact. Nigri’s got a hurting challenger in front of her and takes Demi apart the rest of the way. Pretty stuff—Jess lifting the uppie off her stomach, pounding away on the jugs, then she’ll step to right or left to reach a lashing blow around Rose’s body to bash kidney. Demi spends the whole round on her heels, not coming forward this round, grimacing from the cruel touches to her back and sides, but not doing much about it.
R5: Demi raises the bar. Bobbing and weaving, Rose effectively pre-empting Nigri, ducking her way inside to set up shop. Jessica may have punched herself out, waiting too much, not moving her hands--Demi has a blank check (cheque?) to batter body and breasts with both hands, reaching up under Nigri’s arm to push her back. By the final minute--Jessica’s groggy with punishment, guard drooping--Demi’s harming her to the waist and clocking her viciously across the jugs with a non-stop barrage of power punches. Final moments, Rose twists into a gobsmacking left hook on the chin that rocks Nigri woozy into the ropes, crowd squeals in discomfort at the horrible looks and sound of the shot. Officials taking a close look during the break--Jessica stubbornly demanding to be allowed to continue.
R6: Demi piles on board again, walking Jessica to the ropes, bodying the bigger girl into the strands, then pulling out to go to work. Nigri just taking now, butt propped on ropes, gloves limp at her face—Rose’s punches to the jugs easily sweep away the guard as champ can’t defend herself. Demi batting at Jess’s arms to encourage weakness—she’s breaking down every available inch of resistance. Final minute—Rose has had enough fun, sets her feet, steels her eyes, and goes at Nigri’s liver with a series of hooks—murderous, bludgeoning punches that bash in behind the elbow with a meaty thunk, over and over again and THE CHAMP GOES DOWN! Jessica simply beaten to canvas, falls to all fours, then sinks back to her haunches, cradling her rack, head lolling back to expose that sweat streaked neck—she can’t go on. Savage KO6 for the winner and NEW JMD Champion: Demi Rose!
After: Jessica stays on her haunches as Demi’s arm is raised. New champ strolls over to her vanquished predecessor, gets a hand into Nigri’s sweat-sodden hair, pulls her forward onto all fours, white gloves slamming into the canvas. Rose dropping down to her knees as well, and forces Jessica’s face between her breasts! Demi POURS the jug to Nigri, holding her firmly digging her chin into Jessica’s scalp and SQUEEZING extra special until her arms hang limp.
