Post by oddmanout on Jan 1, 2017 15:32:13 GMT -6
Before: JMD champion Nigri has promised a title shot to the winner, making this rematch even more fraught then normal! Tractorpull has declared bouts JMD after-the-fact before, but this time it may well be justified.
“The path of least resistance to the elite is through Ashley’s jugs! She thinks she’s so hot because she jugged out Kendra, but she couldn’t hack that phony Mccurdy? She may have Simpsy’s pink bikini, but that’s only because I never wanted it!”
“JMD’s nothing fancy. I’ll just get in there dig & pump for a bit, and Jessi’s gonna do what she always does…QUIT!” Jessica on her feet at the implication, Ashley gives her the hand, “And I’ll prove it! You got the guts to meet me in a Cauldron?” 2016 was a banner year for the PLP, can Ashley keep it going by clearing a path to JMD tiara?
Jessica in a black banded T-shaped monokini with black gloves, hair back in a battle pony. Ashley’s blond hair windblown wild, gunmetal bra and high-waisted white “zip-up” shorts, white gloves.
R1: Exactly as advertised girls fall in and form cauldron--both riding left arms up around each other’s necks, heads held in tight, right hands pumping and digging to tender middles and pouting racks. Constant tug ‘n’ slug rotates women in random patterns around the ring--neither able to get an upper hand. Fight spills into ropes, girls burbling along--now Jess on top, now Ash--cauldron more or less held together as both girls are convinced she’s getting the better of it. Down the stretch, it’s Lowndes pressed to a seat in the ropes, no longer punching, Benson disengaging from the hold-and-hit, getting a little distance and pounding away crisscross to Jessica’s pulsing orbs. Lowndes open-mouthed, pouty, she’s just sitting and taking what Benson has to offer. Extra slugging after the bell? Good lord yes.
R2: Fighters rushing into each other's arms, falling into another natural Cauldron, it's tugging, twisting, slugging mayhem. Blazing beauties whirling off balance, crashing to their sides, buns wobbling on impact with the sands at one point - both immediately reach for each other to reestablish cauldron on their knees! Mindless trading of single-shot right hands to guts, girls swiveling their hips on knees to pack in the extra power. Ref breaks it up, stands ’em up, they're right back in flashing-eyed, snarling-lipped. Fight burbles along the ropes as girls take turns pancaking one another against strands, not a lot of productive punching, mostly twisting and bullying, trying to squirm for position, get a body on the opponent for more holding and hitting. Jessica slowly emerges dominant, pressing Ashley to ropes, stabilizing her with bodyweight. Benson seated in ropes, arms crossed, staying calm - she's blocking most of this, just letting Lowndes crowd and abuse her. Jessica bludgeoning away, alternating her free punching mitt while holding with the off arm, sometimes wriggling her arms under Ashley's to break up the guard. Benson essentially unhurt, but it's an age-old axiom in this kind of jug-mugging contest: "If your back is to the ropes, you're losing."
R3: Ashley out swinging for the fences, Jessica ducking under, letting her blonde overswing and lunge herself out of position. Lowndes slips a sweeping right, comes up behind Benson to force her to turn around, puts a blunt right/left onto blonde’s jaw before she’s ready to receive. Jessica surging forward with short lefts and rights, scrubbing Ashley to ropes. Benson hits strands hard, but manages to bounce off and cram a beefy right hand to the pit of brunette’s belly. Lowndes undaunted, clubs Ashley a wide right to the chops then squirming inside to shrug-a-chug that rack. Jess all over Benson’s jugs--hup-hup-hupping away to those bulging puppies, forcing a breathless clinch. Shoulder butt from Lowndes in Ash’s mouth spoils the tie-up: brunette able to bump a series of pumping lefts and rights to breadbasket to sit her blonde in the ropes. Back to the jugs; Jess chugging. Back to the midsection: Lowndes digging. Back up top: brunette bouncing uppercuts off Benson’s forward guard or hooking her ear as blonde sits hurt in the strands. Jessica mops up to the bell, Ashley managing moist clinches around her foe’s waist or head, but never really stopping the punishment completely.
R4: Bumpercar boxing continues as girls rush to midring and slug away snarling. Both leaving wide openings; this time it’s Ashley capitalizing as she catches Jessica’s chin a few sturdy right crosses in pell-mell back-and-forth pitching. Lowndes’ legs give a shimmy, backing away, Benson rushing in with guard up, running her forearms into Jessica’s guard and stampeding the brunette to ropes. Ash smudging Lowndes sideways with the guard, then punching recklessly to body: tummy, rump and jug all buffeted as Jessica curls up, covers her head and leans her right side into the ropes. Ref pushing seething Ashley back--but she’s right back on top with a looping right hand smashing Lowndes’ head aside. Benson stacking brunette up with her guard again, this time smearing Jess to her left, exposing her right side: tummy, tits and rump all re-bumped as blonde slugs away left/right with hustling impunity. On and on like that, Jessica being bullied, shoved sideways and abused, ref forcing breaks, Ashley wading back in with bared teeth. Round finishes up with Benson working the Lowndes rack with methodical, shrugging uppercuts, poor Jess stooped forward in shock, hands at her temples, just sitting in the ropes as her breasts take a fearful pummeling. Ashley shoved back at the bell, heaving chests, hard feelings all around as raucous brawl takes its toll.
R5: Withering beat down at the ropes, Ash on Jess, brunette cramped up behind her mitts, absorbing it to midsection and jug for two minutes and LOWNDES GOES DOWN! Jessica panting on all fours, Ashley drops down to her knees directly in front, arms over her head, jugs wobbling on impact, reaches in between Lowndes’ arms and chests the brunette up and over, just to put her flat on her back! Jessica screaming in outrage, wriggling piteously under her tormentor, Benson laughing all big and brawny--ref pulls quivering blonde off her prey and issues a world-class finger waggling to unrepentant PLPuncher. Lowndes beats the delayed count, badly flustered, Ashley wades in expecting to finish her off, but Jessica’s resistance firms with her back to the ropes. Pumping back and forth as the girls lay in mouth-on-shoulder and work--both just sloshing hooks to one another’s trunks and tummies, pushing up for balance, keeping heads close to the bell.
R6: Ashley gets the early advantage in more brushing shoeshine exchanges—scrubbing away at that rack, forehead-to-forehead, knuckling away the biceps and squishing in short-arm harm, bodying up to keep Jessica from punching back. Final minute--ref’s break gives Lowndes a little breathing room--girls trade spank amidships as they step-to, really driving in with short right hands, brunette’s back foot up off the canvas with effort and BENSON SCOOTS TO HER BUTT! Ashley squeezing out tears as she rolls to her knees, cradling her gut and trying desperately to get off her haunches. Blonde beats the count, but Jessica strutting and hooting with new-found confidence: concussive blast seems a turning point as Lowndes ties up the cards for the third time through 6.
R7: Crazy swinging action as girls duck down, then explode out of the crouches. Hard punching, but sloppy-not a lot of clean contact as both girls take insane risks to put the other to sleep. Minute mark, girls trade blunt right hands on offending chins, both lean into comeback hooks but ASHLEY GETS ROCKED! Blonde hurt worse by the initial shocking right, Jessica’s left hook with much more on it as a result Benson’s sent reeling onto sand with a blank stare of hurt. ON COMES LOWNDES! She pushes her way in, palming Ashley’s arms back, then cleaning up on jug; punching her blonde’s face side to side; swinging freely to gut. Poor Benson battered senseless, scrubbing washerwoman attack has her swaying in the wind, helplessly soaking punches when the REF STEPS IN! Furious TKO7, Jessica Lowndes!
After: Grinning Jessica struts across the ring to force eye contact before slapping Ashley into a tight left-arm side headlock. Benson’s face distorted by the wrap; her right cheek pressed deep against Lowndes' full left pec; her left cheek bearing the brunt of Canadian’s cross-gripped fists; her eyes shut tight, teeth bared in discomfort. Jessica yanks Ashley out for a full promenade of the ring - all four corners; ostentatious cinches of the hold, just letting the blonde get acquainted with the heft and quality of jug, allowing her to dream the worst.
Back in Jessi's corner, brunette eases her blonde onto turnbuckles, palming Ashley's face to get her settled in, then RAMMING the right thigh up and across, sinking it in thick to gut. Benson pitches forward as Lowndes gathers her in, then heaves her through the ropes getting set in the open sand.
Jug-smother, brawny left arm round back of the sweat-darkened blonde head; left hand clutching right bicep; right hand palming scalp - Jessica's left cheek bracing the head to hold Ashley in there SNUG! Lowndes pushing weight forward, keeping Benson's rump on turnbuckles...brunette grinning huge, like a dog with a bone. At one point, when the ref checks the seal - Jessica snaps at him with her teeth, turning to keep her possession to herself. "She's out, Jess," Lioness trainer Claudia Schiffer mumbles.
"Not out enough," Jessica snarls, then cinches up once again.
Eventually, Ashley's legs fail. Jessica rides her down - easing her to knees, twisting her, laying her on her back. Quick adjustment from Lowndes as she wraps both arms under Benson's head, brunette hands grabbing her own shoulders in a criss-cross wrap. Jessica up on her toes, her chin atop Ashley's head, right cheek on canvas; rump high, sweat-sodden ponytail sticking to left cheek, violet eyes dancing with fierce pride.
