Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 26, 2019 23:48:51 GMT -6
Demi Lovato
versus Demi Rose Mawby (Bantamweight Title)
Before: “We know how this ends. She can’t beat me without cheating.” Rose nonchalant for a first time challenger. “Our beloved champion has had her chances. And she hasn’t taken them. I excel her punch for punch and curve for curve! And because she can’t accept that, she’s handing me my first title!”
Demi rolling her eyes as she shakes her head, “I’m pretty freaking sick of this BS narrative that she’s been peddling since our first bout that I would ever need to cheat to beat her. It’s simply not true. I’ve got her beat in curves, I’ve got her beat in power and tonight, I’m just going to have her beat. Tonight is MY chance to pay her back and no matter what she tries to do to stop me, I’m going to take it. She can’t stop me, because I’m the better Demi.”
Rose entering first, disdaining a robe, a jaw-dropping metallic gold micro-bikini with transparent connectors, hair back in a loose pony that ends around her ribcage, black gloves. Lovato coming in next, saving the best for last, clad in a purple micro-bikini of her own, hair in a fighting ponytail with matching gloves as she looks every inch a champion here tonight. Noting the gold that Rose is wearing, but more focused on keeping her own gold around her waist as the ref works to keep them apart until the bell rings and the battle begins...
During R1: Lovato with the quick jump, traps Rose in her corner and starts to dole out a jiggly beating. Rose laying back under fire--right hand up in front of her face, left across her body as Lovato wails away. Midway through, Lovato swinging from the hips clouts Rose a right on the mouth, sitting her Brit into the ropes, and a sweeping left on the forehead that has the JMD champion sleepy. Rose helpless, hands outstretched, Lovato able to square away and chug to the guts and jugs of her foe to the bell.
R2: Rose just breaking on Lovato in waves, barreling the singer into the ropes, lowering her head and throwing her fists into the soft paunch, curvy hips and stout ribs of her opponent. Lovato’s turn to lean against the ropes open-mouthed, dazed--she’s getting ransacked. Constant barrage has Lovato pinned to the ropes and taking shots, tit-for-tat poundings just what we’ve come to expect from these two.
R3: Rose charging, Lovato winding up braced up against the ropes and getting worked over again. Rose using her left arm to wrap up around Lovato’s right, then palming left shoulder to open that luscious torso. Stuffing rights to, belly&breasts, pushing, holding, slugging. Lovato standing there, achy, seemingly paralyzed--she’s just groaning, trying to close up her battered body or pull Rose close and it’s not working. Big shutout for the challenger.
R4: HARD two-way slugging as Lovato dries her eyes and decides to go down swinging. Girls get their weight forward, leaning in with their heads and just heaving away to the torso with clubbing lefts and rights. Punishment adds up, girls gets shabby, start to stumble into each other and into punches--it’s a wild “I’ll hit you, you hit me’ slugging at the its most basic. Lovato simply willing Rose back into the topes by the final minute, getting her shoulder on the challenger and pushing a series of kneading lefts and rights into Rose’s lap to take the round late.
R5: Girls laying in, struggling for position, wrestling, but it’s Lovato walking Rose back now. Mouth on shoulder work, fighters swinging away downstairs, but it’s Rose’s bethonged butt on the ropes. Lovato landing clouting lefts and rights as she bends side to side, getting her hips into it, Rose hunched over getting her chin cracked and GOES DOWN! Both girls startled, Rose just dropping to one knee, Lovato staggering back as the ref issues 8. Rose ROARING off the ropes! She sails into Lovato with pitching rights and lefts, backing the champ up under a sheet of leather clear across the ring. Lovato pushing up on Rose, then sinking hard shots to the breadbasket--she’s got her Brit groaning, legs shaking, but hanging on and pounding back! At the bell, blood rivals have to be pulled off each other as the champ jumps to the lead at the half!
R6: Sloppy, but crowd-pleasing stuff as the girls clang away with short right crosses to chins, shivering hooks to ribs and pain-wracked tummies. Curvy legs and backsides on constant wobble--girls are reeling, buckling, but fighting on autopilot, Rose a little more savvy--she’s punching at the right distance, often pre-empting Lovato with a hammering lead right on the chops., Champ getting clocked, often falling in and needing a moment to collect herself, sweaty clinching and mauling as girls take turns muscling each other into the ropes, smuggling in punches in tight quarters.
R7: Exhausted girls are trying to set down on shots and land with a little mustard, getting their bodies behind blows, both using the left arm to reach in on the other, shoulder her back, then get the hook or little shopping right hand. Girls taking turns walking each other back, turning each other. Rose digs a hurtful little left hand into Lovato’s belly in close, short right hand in behind the elbow, another jagged little hook in the belly, Brit with her chin on American’s shoulder, working stuffing body blows and LOVATO GOES DOWN! Champ takes a knee at the ropes, right arm in the strands as she grimaces, shaking her head as she beats the count. Two minutes to go,Girls have no legs left--they’re just laying in with each other, nudging and writhing with shoulders and arms for a little room, then cramming home leather, hoping for the opponent to give out. Staggering dance to the ropes, eyes fluttering shut, bellies heaving--it’s torturous stuff as neither girls can bring out the quit in the other. Down the stretch, Rose pushes Lovato to a seat in the ropes and mounts one last surge. Agonizing lefts and rights, chugging back and forth, pushing into belly and hips while Rose leans forward onto her foe, Lovato can’t get off, can’t get up--she soaks up the thumping to the bell.
R8: Rose tearing into Lovato without restraint, walking the champ down, banging away right hands and hooks, backing her up at will. At the ropes--groaning Lovato trying to tie up and get the breaks--Rose head down, working hard, taking it right to the older woman’s gut and bulging rack, Champ either stumbling away or fumbling to hold--nothing’s coming back as challenger romps to bell to bell. Three rounds in a row for Rose, all the momentum going into the championship rounds.
R9: Lovato refusing to surrender, imposing her will. Now it’s Rose frozen behind her guard, standing there, letting Lovato get off 3, 4, 5 free swinging blows to the body. Lovato slugging, then pushing up with her guard--she’s FINALLY getting give out of Rose’s legs, pushing the challenger around, wearing her down. Lots of chatter from the Champ, Lovato panting out, “You’re going down! You’re hurt! Ooh that was a good one!” stuff like that. Neither fighter has enough for anything fancy, Lovato just staying on Rose, going head and body. Rose pressed against the ropes as Lovato completes the shutout: shoulders rotating on the inside, fists finding and punishing belly and breasts. Both fighters have to grab the ropes on their way to their corners, this thing’s too close to call with three minutes to go!
R10: Title up for grabs, blood rivals POURING themselves at each other, baring teeth with the effort of pulling rights and lefts, no attempts to maneuver, both just there to be beaten. Swinging back at random; clawing punches across faces, bellies, breasts. Now they nuzzle in tight, pumping lefts and rights up into jugs in the best snuggle-punching since Cuthbert and Hewitt! Cheek to cheek, eyes welling up with tears—young beauties shortening up their strokes, just trying to pack in compact leather. Rose finally steps straight back, left palm on Lovato’s shoulder, wanting her distance and takes a LOOPING RIGHT HAND ON THE FACE! Rose steps in a fence post hole—wanders to her right with a distraught, woozy “hey, my legs don’t work” expression. ON COMES Lovato! Rose stumbling forward, desperate to crowd and smother, but Lovato won’t have it. Lovato mindless, just bending her knees and hoisting leather up into jugs and tummy and Rose GOES DOWN! Drooping, slow-mo knockdown—Challenger sort of melting to all fours, folding back butt-on-ankles, exhausted tears streaming down her face and IT’S OVER! Seconds left to go in the fight—Rose’s body giving out in heartbreaking fashion—Lovato with her back to the drama, forehead on the top turnbuckle, gloves gripping the ropes: KO10 for the winner and STILL Bantamweight Champion, Demi Lovato!
AFTER: Demi doesn’t even wait, just tossing her gloves into the air in celebration, bellowing with excitement as she is able to take down one of her biggest rivals in the league in thrilling fashion. Pounding her chest and beaming with excitement, she sees her foe still struggling to recover as she immediately lunges forward, wrapping her fingers into Rose’s dark brunette tresses as she thumps one of her thick thighs up into Rose’s taut torso. Just burying her knee in deeply as she is rewarded by air rushing past her foe’s lips, just smirking as she gives her foe a hard shove against her shoulders to send her sprawling back down in her turnbuckle. Another swift stomp against her torso has Mawby gasping for air as the fans are cheering with excitement. Lovato’s eyes are flashing maliciously as she has put a lot of thought into how she is going to pay Rose back after her recent JMDD loss but she knows exactly how she is going to do it now.
Spinning around as the fans start to chant “BACK IT UP!” and Lovato does just that, flicking her hips backwards as she smashes her proud posterior backwards into Rose’s reddened features with the power of a knockout punch. Just bashing her butt backwards as she boxes her foe’s face with her rear - doing it not once, twice, but three times to leave Rose reeling. Looking down as she witnesses a glassy-eyed Rose just pushing at her posterior as she goes to swat her rival’s hands to the side, then reaching down with one hand into her hair and then the other, burying both hands into her foe’s sweat-drenched tresses.
Yanking forward as she goes to guide Rose’s face up against her right butt cheek as she goes to press her foe’s nose, wrapping her arms around the back of her head as she goes to let her right butt cheek cover her foe’s mouth and nose. Rose’s eyes widen as she kicks and squirms, trying to turn her head but Lovato snarls, “You smothered me out with one tit and now I’m paying you back. No matter how proud you are of that dumpy ass, when people talk about the girl who got smothered out with one cheek in the future, they’re going to be talking about you by MY ass…”. Rose’s feet are drumming along the canvas, trying to turn her head, but Lovato keeps pushing backwards, using her ass to pin Mawby’s head backwards against the turnbuckle, trapping her in place. The right butt cheek spreading outwards, covering her rival’s mouth and nose as she is forced to constantly readjust to make sure Rose isn’t able to breathe, but eventually, she’s able to just settle down and sit down, making sure any breathing passages are completely obscured by one cheek. The fans are chanting wildly for her as the drumming of her foe’s feet and the squirming by Rose settles down as she passes out, unconscious under the dominant derriere of Lovato. Demi just sits there for a moment - one butt cheek atop her rival’s face - wiggling back and forth as she smirks, then pumps a double bicep flex as she shouts, “Who is the best Demi now, huh?”
Rose is unable to stake her claim to that title at the moment as Lovato conducts her post-match interviews while sitting on Mawby’s face, occasionally shifting to let her breathe or listen to her dazed moans. When Rose wakes up, she’ll no doubt be eager for revenge but for tonight, it’s Lovato soaking up the cheers of the fans and every moment of her triumph in the ongoing battle between two curvaeous, powerful, brunettes in the war between the Demis!
versus Demi Rose Mawby (Bantamweight Title)
Before: “We know how this ends. She can’t beat me without cheating.” Rose nonchalant for a first time challenger. “Our beloved champion has had her chances. And she hasn’t taken them. I excel her punch for punch and curve for curve! And because she can’t accept that, she’s handing me my first title!”
Demi rolling her eyes as she shakes her head, “I’m pretty freaking sick of this BS narrative that she’s been peddling since our first bout that I would ever need to cheat to beat her. It’s simply not true. I’ve got her beat in curves, I’ve got her beat in power and tonight, I’m just going to have her beat. Tonight is MY chance to pay her back and no matter what she tries to do to stop me, I’m going to take it. She can’t stop me, because I’m the better Demi.”
Rose entering first, disdaining a robe, a jaw-dropping metallic gold micro-bikini with transparent connectors, hair back in a loose pony that ends around her ribcage, black gloves. Lovato coming in next, saving the best for last, clad in a purple micro-bikini of her own, hair in a fighting ponytail with matching gloves as she looks every inch a champion here tonight. Noting the gold that Rose is wearing, but more focused on keeping her own gold around her waist as the ref works to keep them apart until the bell rings and the battle begins...
During R1: Lovato with the quick jump, traps Rose in her corner and starts to dole out a jiggly beating. Rose laying back under fire--right hand up in front of her face, left across her body as Lovato wails away. Midway through, Lovato swinging from the hips clouts Rose a right on the mouth, sitting her Brit into the ropes, and a sweeping left on the forehead that has the JMD champion sleepy. Rose helpless, hands outstretched, Lovato able to square away and chug to the guts and jugs of her foe to the bell.
R2: Rose just breaking on Lovato in waves, barreling the singer into the ropes, lowering her head and throwing her fists into the soft paunch, curvy hips and stout ribs of her opponent. Lovato’s turn to lean against the ropes open-mouthed, dazed--she’s getting ransacked. Constant barrage has Lovato pinned to the ropes and taking shots, tit-for-tat poundings just what we’ve come to expect from these two.
R3: Rose charging, Lovato winding up braced up against the ropes and getting worked over again. Rose using her left arm to wrap up around Lovato’s right, then palming left shoulder to open that luscious torso. Stuffing rights to, belly&breasts, pushing, holding, slugging. Lovato standing there, achy, seemingly paralyzed--she’s just groaning, trying to close up her battered body or pull Rose close and it’s not working. Big shutout for the challenger.
R4: HARD two-way slugging as Lovato dries her eyes and decides to go down swinging. Girls get their weight forward, leaning in with their heads and just heaving away to the torso with clubbing lefts and rights. Punishment adds up, girls gets shabby, start to stumble into each other and into punches--it’s a wild “I’ll hit you, you hit me’ slugging at the its most basic. Lovato simply willing Rose back into the topes by the final minute, getting her shoulder on the challenger and pushing a series of kneading lefts and rights into Rose’s lap to take the round late.
R5: Girls laying in, struggling for position, wrestling, but it’s Lovato walking Rose back now. Mouth on shoulder work, fighters swinging away downstairs, but it’s Rose’s bethonged butt on the ropes. Lovato landing clouting lefts and rights as she bends side to side, getting her hips into it, Rose hunched over getting her chin cracked and GOES DOWN! Both girls startled, Rose just dropping to one knee, Lovato staggering back as the ref issues 8. Rose ROARING off the ropes! She sails into Lovato with pitching rights and lefts, backing the champ up under a sheet of leather clear across the ring. Lovato pushing up on Rose, then sinking hard shots to the breadbasket--she’s got her Brit groaning, legs shaking, but hanging on and pounding back! At the bell, blood rivals have to be pulled off each other as the champ jumps to the lead at the half!
R6: Sloppy, but crowd-pleasing stuff as the girls clang away with short right crosses to chins, shivering hooks to ribs and pain-wracked tummies. Curvy legs and backsides on constant wobble--girls are reeling, buckling, but fighting on autopilot, Rose a little more savvy--she’s punching at the right distance, often pre-empting Lovato with a hammering lead right on the chops., Champ getting clocked, often falling in and needing a moment to collect herself, sweaty clinching and mauling as girls take turns muscling each other into the ropes, smuggling in punches in tight quarters.
R7: Exhausted girls are trying to set down on shots and land with a little mustard, getting their bodies behind blows, both using the left arm to reach in on the other, shoulder her back, then get the hook or little shopping right hand. Girls taking turns walking each other back, turning each other. Rose digs a hurtful little left hand into Lovato’s belly in close, short right hand in behind the elbow, another jagged little hook in the belly, Brit with her chin on American’s shoulder, working stuffing body blows and LOVATO GOES DOWN! Champ takes a knee at the ropes, right arm in the strands as she grimaces, shaking her head as she beats the count. Two minutes to go,Girls have no legs left--they’re just laying in with each other, nudging and writhing with shoulders and arms for a little room, then cramming home leather, hoping for the opponent to give out. Staggering dance to the ropes, eyes fluttering shut, bellies heaving--it’s torturous stuff as neither girls can bring out the quit in the other. Down the stretch, Rose pushes Lovato to a seat in the ropes and mounts one last surge. Agonizing lefts and rights, chugging back and forth, pushing into belly and hips while Rose leans forward onto her foe, Lovato can’t get off, can’t get up--she soaks up the thumping to the bell.
R8: Rose tearing into Lovato without restraint, walking the champ down, banging away right hands and hooks, backing her up at will. At the ropes--groaning Lovato trying to tie up and get the breaks--Rose head down, working hard, taking it right to the older woman’s gut and bulging rack, Champ either stumbling away or fumbling to hold--nothing’s coming back as challenger romps to bell to bell. Three rounds in a row for Rose, all the momentum going into the championship rounds.
R9: Lovato refusing to surrender, imposing her will. Now it’s Rose frozen behind her guard, standing there, letting Lovato get off 3, 4, 5 free swinging blows to the body. Lovato slugging, then pushing up with her guard--she’s FINALLY getting give out of Rose’s legs, pushing the challenger around, wearing her down. Lots of chatter from the Champ, Lovato panting out, “You’re going down! You’re hurt! Ooh that was a good one!” stuff like that. Neither fighter has enough for anything fancy, Lovato just staying on Rose, going head and body. Rose pressed against the ropes as Lovato completes the shutout: shoulders rotating on the inside, fists finding and punishing belly and breasts. Both fighters have to grab the ropes on their way to their corners, this thing’s too close to call with three minutes to go!
R10: Title up for grabs, blood rivals POURING themselves at each other, baring teeth with the effort of pulling rights and lefts, no attempts to maneuver, both just there to be beaten. Swinging back at random; clawing punches across faces, bellies, breasts. Now they nuzzle in tight, pumping lefts and rights up into jugs in the best snuggle-punching since Cuthbert and Hewitt! Cheek to cheek, eyes welling up with tears—young beauties shortening up their strokes, just trying to pack in compact leather. Rose finally steps straight back, left palm on Lovato’s shoulder, wanting her distance and takes a LOOPING RIGHT HAND ON THE FACE! Rose steps in a fence post hole—wanders to her right with a distraught, woozy “hey, my legs don’t work” expression. ON COMES Lovato! Rose stumbling forward, desperate to crowd and smother, but Lovato won’t have it. Lovato mindless, just bending her knees and hoisting leather up into jugs and tummy and Rose GOES DOWN! Drooping, slow-mo knockdown—Challenger sort of melting to all fours, folding back butt-on-ankles, exhausted tears streaming down her face and IT’S OVER! Seconds left to go in the fight—Rose’s body giving out in heartbreaking fashion—Lovato with her back to the drama, forehead on the top turnbuckle, gloves gripping the ropes: KO10 for the winner and STILL Bantamweight Champion, Demi Lovato!
AFTER: Demi doesn’t even wait, just tossing her gloves into the air in celebration, bellowing with excitement as she is able to take down one of her biggest rivals in the league in thrilling fashion. Pounding her chest and beaming with excitement, she sees her foe still struggling to recover as she immediately lunges forward, wrapping her fingers into Rose’s dark brunette tresses as she thumps one of her thick thighs up into Rose’s taut torso. Just burying her knee in deeply as she is rewarded by air rushing past her foe’s lips, just smirking as she gives her foe a hard shove against her shoulders to send her sprawling back down in her turnbuckle. Another swift stomp against her torso has Mawby gasping for air as the fans are cheering with excitement. Lovato’s eyes are flashing maliciously as she has put a lot of thought into how she is going to pay Rose back after her recent JMDD loss but she knows exactly how she is going to do it now.
Spinning around as the fans start to chant “BACK IT UP!” and Lovato does just that, flicking her hips backwards as she smashes her proud posterior backwards into Rose’s reddened features with the power of a knockout punch. Just bashing her butt backwards as she boxes her foe’s face with her rear - doing it not once, twice, but three times to leave Rose reeling. Looking down as she witnesses a glassy-eyed Rose just pushing at her posterior as she goes to swat her rival’s hands to the side, then reaching down with one hand into her hair and then the other, burying both hands into her foe’s sweat-drenched tresses.
Yanking forward as she goes to guide Rose’s face up against her right butt cheek as she goes to press her foe’s nose, wrapping her arms around the back of her head as she goes to let her right butt cheek cover her foe’s mouth and nose. Rose’s eyes widen as she kicks and squirms, trying to turn her head but Lovato snarls, “You smothered me out with one tit and now I’m paying you back. No matter how proud you are of that dumpy ass, when people talk about the girl who got smothered out with one cheek in the future, they’re going to be talking about you by MY ass…”. Rose’s feet are drumming along the canvas, trying to turn her head, but Lovato keeps pushing backwards, using her ass to pin Mawby’s head backwards against the turnbuckle, trapping her in place. The right butt cheek spreading outwards, covering her rival’s mouth and nose as she is forced to constantly readjust to make sure Rose isn’t able to breathe, but eventually, she’s able to just settle down and sit down, making sure any breathing passages are completely obscured by one cheek. The fans are chanting wildly for her as the drumming of her foe’s feet and the squirming by Rose settles down as she passes out, unconscious under the dominant derriere of Lovato. Demi just sits there for a moment - one butt cheek atop her rival’s face - wiggling back and forth as she smirks, then pumps a double bicep flex as she shouts, “Who is the best Demi now, huh?”
Rose is unable to stake her claim to that title at the moment as Lovato conducts her post-match interviews while sitting on Mawby’s face, occasionally shifting to let her breathe or listen to her dazed moans. When Rose wakes up, she’ll no doubt be eager for revenge but for tonight, it’s Lovato soaking up the cheers of the fans and every moment of her triumph in the ongoing battle between two curvaeous, powerful, brunettes in the war between the Demis!
