Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jan 26, 2018 19:17:46 GMT -6
Demi Rose versus
Ashley Benson (JMD Title)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
"I am very excited to be here," Ashley Benson said, "this will be my very first title shot. It's going to be a thrill."
"It may be a thrill," Demi Rose interrupted, "but only for me. I looked you up Benzo--you're the only one of the PLP 'Core Four' without a title. Thanks to me you will STILL be the only one without one."
"You haven't won yet," Ashley snapped, "and only my friends get to call me 'Benzo'."
"Excuse me," Demi said with a snicker. "but I am hoping we'll at least really get to know each other when I smother you out. I really like that part of JMD."
"I'll just bet you do," Ashley muttered. "I wouldn't be so sure I won't be the one smothering you!"
"Oh no, I am completely sure. You are going to end up with a nose full of my melons--so get used it." Demi said was assurance.
Ashley Benson seemed to have heard enough:she left her podium and took an open-palmed swing at Demi's face. Demi ducked under the blow and struck back with a slap of her own that struck home on Benson’s left breast. Ashley let out a cry of fury and tackled Demi. Down they went. Security rushed out to drag the two apart, but their tops had been ripped open to reveal Demi's hot pink satin and Ashley's black satin bra. Eager JMD fans got a good look at the two rivals JMD qualifications before they disappeared out of sight...;
Fightnight finds Ashley in her pink “I retired Jessica Simpson” bikini, chin-length hair, white gloves. Demi doffs the Queen’s jeweled bra to reveal the coral bikini with ruby connections on shoulder and hips she snuggled Gemma Merna out in on New Year’s day
R1: Demi brazen, weaving her way in, pulling hooks to ribs and chin with a muscular little roll--good pressure the first minute. Ashley showing poise, checks chin, starts bringing Rose to heel midring., Benson’s gun-platform look effective--jabs and right hands to tits, then she palms up Demi’s broad shoulders and heaves the little dynamo back, forcing her outside. Benson dropping one-twos, being brawny in there, bangs out the points. Demi unrelenting, undaunted--still pouring herself at Ashley and having more of it her way later in the round. Benson not as adept at getting off first, not backing Rose up--blonde forced to fight with her back to the ropes in close confines with Demi bashing away both hands. Ashley hanging tough--dukes’re up, she’s just dropping punches down onto Rose from her guard, often connecting with the side of the fist to draw warnings from a diligent ref.
R2: Demi romps out, has another thumping-good first minute, but Ashley’s resistance stiffens. Second minute, Benson starts dipping & bumping well with her left shoulder, getting low and digging hooks to paunch--she’s backing Rose up, outworking the Champ inside. Merciless jug-swapping going on--compact-limbed little beauties shrugging and jamming away as they twist side to side, Ashley getting the better of it pushes Demi’s back to the ropes in hot second minute trade. Down the stretch--both girls showing crossed-arm guards over pinking racks, Benson pushing in to ride Rose to ropes, then strapping hooks to paunch underneath, keeping her body on in between licks. Rose grunting, frowning at the bell: Benson bangs out a hard-fought second to pull ahead.
R3: Every round the same--girls plow into each other, grinding and bumping and pulling, each trying to muscle the other into compromising positions. Thrilling, concussive punches as girls work in and out of crossed-arm crouches: right hands caroming off tummies and tits, hooks reefing at throbbing ribs, lats. Demi bulling into Ashley, muscular, rounded arms writhing in around stocky ribs, girls wrestling chest to chest as sturdy legs stamp for position. Rose the boss this time, walking Benson to ropes, smearing her at the apron, executing brawny shove n’ slug this round. Methodical stuff--job of work for Demi, but she teats herself to some stirring jug mugging to bring the crowd roaring to its feet Final minute, Rose able to press Benson to the ropes and pound her a series of bludgeoning rights and lefts flat to torso and tummy: blonde’s mouthpiece tumbles down her chest as her eyes dull--Rose romping to the finish hauls in her first round like a prize trout.
R4: Same again--neither girl looking to avoid collision--it’s all about being stronger tonight. Brutal, bashing trade midring--both girls getting hellacious rips off bumps or out of bobbing crouches--gloves booming loudly off bodies and breasts. Back and forth, Ashley able to bump forward a couple of steps, only to have Demi retake the canvas a heartbeat later. Demi grimacing in disbelief as Ashley backs her up late, Champ’s back hits ropes as Benson stacks her up, then drifts her a beautiful right hand across the mouth, following through with an elbow to the tits. Ashley snarling, hot for payback from the last round. She romps to Demi’s heaving rack with short-shrugging lefts and rights, beating the fights first protective clinches out of the brunette at the bell. Girls pushing and jawing afterward, ref has to separate ‘em, force them to corners for the break.
R5: Girls exchange overhand rights, both ducking under the other’s wallop: back with hooks and DEMI’S STUNNED! Rose beaten to the punch, Benson hopping forward, knocking her left against Champ’s brow then LABELLING Demi a chopping right onna mouth as brunette totters to the ropes. JUGG! Ashley hopping in and SAVAGING Rose’s rack--hup-hup-hupping up there with shoulders shrugging, fists chugging, bunching up the flesh,. POOR DEMI! Rose’s mouthpiece half out of her mouth as she gets Gatling gunned, but she finally manages to hunch herself forward and shoulder Benson back a step. Left uppercut from Ashely versus Demi’s left hook out of the crouch, BLONDE’S HEAD SWIVELS! Crowd roaring as Benson staggers backward, suddenly loose-limbed and staring. RIGHT HAND ROSE! Demi striding in, bending down as she ERUPTS out of the crouch to send Ashley’s rack a-swinging! Benson just tottering backward, hands down, Rose stepping-with and swinging in walking barrage. ASHLEY GOES DOWN! Benson simply clattering to canvas, rolling to her back as Demi staggers, almost tripping over the downed towhead, nearly falling to her knees as she hits far ropes face-first, IT’S OVER! Ashley starfished on her back, eyes closed, lips parted in KO swoon--she sleeps off the 10 count for a KO5 for the winner and STILL JMD Champion, Demi Rose!
After: Demi strutting, pounding her chest--she survives several scary moments to emerge the badder vixen in a seesaw slugfest. Finished circling the ring, the victorious Queen finds that attendants have positioned Ashley on all fours in the center of the ring. Rose drops down onto her knees, gets ahold of the beaten blonde’s sweat-soaked locks, pulls her prey’s face into her cleavage, then drops her world-class bum onto her ankles in what is fast becoming her signature smothering style! Benson thrashing her head, involuntarily motorboating the Crown Jewels of JMD, but this barely delays the inevitable, and after the Tiny Terror of JMD rises, she releases Ashley’s hair, enjoying the feel as her vanquished challenger slides bonelessly down her body, ragdolling in a puddle at her feet.
Ashley Benson (JMD Title)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
"I am very excited to be here," Ashley Benson said, "this will be my very first title shot. It's going to be a thrill."
"It may be a thrill," Demi Rose interrupted, "but only for me. I looked you up Benzo--you're the only one of the PLP 'Core Four' without a title. Thanks to me you will STILL be the only one without one."
"You haven't won yet," Ashley snapped, "and only my friends get to call me 'Benzo'."
"Excuse me," Demi said with a snicker. "but I am hoping we'll at least really get to know each other when I smother you out. I really like that part of JMD."
"I'll just bet you do," Ashley muttered. "I wouldn't be so sure I won't be the one smothering you!"
"Oh no, I am completely sure. You are going to end up with a nose full of my melons--so get used it." Demi said was assurance.
Ashley Benson seemed to have heard enough:she left her podium and took an open-palmed swing at Demi's face. Demi ducked under the blow and struck back with a slap of her own that struck home on Benson’s left breast. Ashley let out a cry of fury and tackled Demi. Down they went. Security rushed out to drag the two apart, but their tops had been ripped open to reveal Demi's hot pink satin and Ashley's black satin bra. Eager JMD fans got a good look at the two rivals JMD qualifications before they disappeared out of sight...;
Fightnight finds Ashley in her pink “I retired Jessica Simpson” bikini, chin-length hair, white gloves. Demi doffs the Queen’s jeweled bra to reveal the coral bikini with ruby connections on shoulder and hips she snuggled Gemma Merna out in on New Year’s day
R1: Demi brazen, weaving her way in, pulling hooks to ribs and chin with a muscular little roll--good pressure the first minute. Ashley showing poise, checks chin, starts bringing Rose to heel midring., Benson’s gun-platform look effective--jabs and right hands to tits, then she palms up Demi’s broad shoulders and heaves the little dynamo back, forcing her outside. Benson dropping one-twos, being brawny in there, bangs out the points. Demi unrelenting, undaunted--still pouring herself at Ashley and having more of it her way later in the round. Benson not as adept at getting off first, not backing Rose up--blonde forced to fight with her back to the ropes in close confines with Demi bashing away both hands. Ashley hanging tough--dukes’re up, she’s just dropping punches down onto Rose from her guard, often connecting with the side of the fist to draw warnings from a diligent ref.
R2: Demi romps out, has another thumping-good first minute, but Ashley’s resistance stiffens. Second minute, Benson starts dipping & bumping well with her left shoulder, getting low and digging hooks to paunch--she’s backing Rose up, outworking the Champ inside. Merciless jug-swapping going on--compact-limbed little beauties shrugging and jamming away as they twist side to side, Ashley getting the better of it pushes Demi’s back to the ropes in hot second minute trade. Down the stretch--both girls showing crossed-arm guards over pinking racks, Benson pushing in to ride Rose to ropes, then strapping hooks to paunch underneath, keeping her body on in between licks. Rose grunting, frowning at the bell: Benson bangs out a hard-fought second to pull ahead.
R3: Every round the same--girls plow into each other, grinding and bumping and pulling, each trying to muscle the other into compromising positions. Thrilling, concussive punches as girls work in and out of crossed-arm crouches: right hands caroming off tummies and tits, hooks reefing at throbbing ribs, lats. Demi bulling into Ashley, muscular, rounded arms writhing in around stocky ribs, girls wrestling chest to chest as sturdy legs stamp for position. Rose the boss this time, walking Benson to ropes, smearing her at the apron, executing brawny shove n’ slug this round. Methodical stuff--job of work for Demi, but she teats herself to some stirring jug mugging to bring the crowd roaring to its feet Final minute, Rose able to press Benson to the ropes and pound her a series of bludgeoning rights and lefts flat to torso and tummy: blonde’s mouthpiece tumbles down her chest as her eyes dull--Rose romping to the finish hauls in her first round like a prize trout.
R4: Same again--neither girl looking to avoid collision--it’s all about being stronger tonight. Brutal, bashing trade midring--both girls getting hellacious rips off bumps or out of bobbing crouches--gloves booming loudly off bodies and breasts. Back and forth, Ashley able to bump forward a couple of steps, only to have Demi retake the canvas a heartbeat later. Demi grimacing in disbelief as Ashley backs her up late, Champ’s back hits ropes as Benson stacks her up, then drifts her a beautiful right hand across the mouth, following through with an elbow to the tits. Ashley snarling, hot for payback from the last round. She romps to Demi’s heaving rack with short-shrugging lefts and rights, beating the fights first protective clinches out of the brunette at the bell. Girls pushing and jawing afterward, ref has to separate ‘em, force them to corners for the break.
R5: Girls exchange overhand rights, both ducking under the other’s wallop: back with hooks and DEMI’S STUNNED! Rose beaten to the punch, Benson hopping forward, knocking her left against Champ’s brow then LABELLING Demi a chopping right onna mouth as brunette totters to the ropes. JUGG! Ashley hopping in and SAVAGING Rose’s rack--hup-hup-hupping up there with shoulders shrugging, fists chugging, bunching up the flesh,. POOR DEMI! Rose’s mouthpiece half out of her mouth as she gets Gatling gunned, but she finally manages to hunch herself forward and shoulder Benson back a step. Left uppercut from Ashely versus Demi’s left hook out of the crouch, BLONDE’S HEAD SWIVELS! Crowd roaring as Benson staggers backward, suddenly loose-limbed and staring. RIGHT HAND ROSE! Demi striding in, bending down as she ERUPTS out of the crouch to send Ashley’s rack a-swinging! Benson just tottering backward, hands down, Rose stepping-with and swinging in walking barrage. ASHLEY GOES DOWN! Benson simply clattering to canvas, rolling to her back as Demi staggers, almost tripping over the downed towhead, nearly falling to her knees as she hits far ropes face-first, IT’S OVER! Ashley starfished on her back, eyes closed, lips parted in KO swoon--she sleeps off the 10 count for a KO5 for the winner and STILL JMD Champion, Demi Rose!
After: Demi strutting, pounding her chest--she survives several scary moments to emerge the badder vixen in a seesaw slugfest. Finished circling the ring, the victorious Queen finds that attendants have positioned Ashley on all fours in the center of the ring. Rose drops down onto her knees, gets ahold of the beaten blonde’s sweat-soaked locks, pulls her prey’s face into her cleavage, then drops her world-class bum onto her ankles in what is fast becoming her signature smothering style! Benson thrashing her head, involuntarily motorboating the Crown Jewels of JMD, but this barely delays the inevitable, and after the Tiny Terror of JMD rises, she releases Ashley’s hair, enjoying the feel as her vanquished challenger slides bonelessly down her body, ragdolling in a puddle at her feet.
