Post by oddmanout on Apr 24, 2021 15:34:21 GMT -6
Rosie Mac vs
Demi Rose
Before: Jenny O’Dell: “No news from this new girl. She’s got good conditioning and she’ll have the reach advantage in this fight. Not a lot else to say.”
Jeri Ryan: “But we can’t say that about her opponent. Demi Rose has banged her way to three JMD titles and she’s done it with a form that’s absolutely perfect for her function. We know what she’s going to bring, and all’s you’ve got to do is prepare for what’s coming.”
O’Dell: “And here comes Rosie Mac. She’s wearing a gold one-piece with ROSIE down one side in black letters and MAC in red letters down the other paired with her hair in a ponytail and white gloves.”
Ryan: “Demi entering in a tiny black bikini and matching gloves. She tosses a hat into the audience as her hair drops down into a pair of braids.”
O’Dell: “Coming together for ref’s instructions, Rosie makes a point of giving Demi a chest bump, to her surprise.”
Ryan: “Nobody’s going to call Rosie busty that close to Demi, but she’s doing her best to show that she’s not intimidated.”
O’Dell: “Here’s the opening bell and now we’ll see if she should have been…”
R1: Rosie’s approach is a three step process for her: 1.) step in strong with left foot; 2.) crouch at the waist/twist torso-left; 3.) hurl that right hand into Demi's ribs. Rose bashed out of her stance, but quickly adjusting - moving to her right away from Mac's right hand - also opening up a bit of the blonde's back for swinging rights, brunette’s already hunting kidneys. Rosie forced to open-up stance in order to get the left hand on target, Demi immediately hooking exposed breasts as girls trade left hands. Midway through, girls trade clanging rights ear-to-chin and ROSE IS ROCKED! Demi reeling back from the shot into ropes ROSIE'S INTO DEMI'S RACK! Oh the humanity! Mac chugging - burly quads and glutes ringing as she hoists rising left/rights into Rose's suspended melons - brunette gurgling in stupor until she's finally able to wrap up Rosie's head in both arms. ROSIE'S STILL WORKING! Head trapped, Mac's arms still pump in the punches - both hands pounding flat Rose abs. Demi releases the head-wrap, fits a scraping right uppercut across Rosie's face - eats a swinging right upside the head in trade: spills to her right along ropes, punished jugs a-jumpin'. Mac hopping in hot pursuit - eyes screaming: FINISH HER! Rosie chasing Demi into her own corner, crowding her, marauding to midsection. Rose grimacing, hunkering down: she's digging back as girls form mouth-on-shoulder arch - each just blistering the other to pain-wracked bellies. Bell: Mac lands a late right to waist, then another behind left elbow...ref pulls her off as Demi sits on turnbuckle gasping/hugging ribs.
RYAN: "WOW, that was a rack-ripping start to this fight! It's been a while since I saw that kind of start to a fight here and, I have to admit, it brings back a lot of happy memories! Both girls forgot all about protecting their goodies in their eagerness to dominate the others 'pride and joy' but that turned out to be painful."
O’Dell: “They’re both young enough to soak up a beating and keep on trucking. It remains to be seen who has the better depths.”
R2: Jolting left hook from Demi as she stands her ground, walks Rosie in and kisses it short off chin. Mac sponges it...crouches...wobbles...backs away in alarm: blonde’s eyes all: I'M HURT! Rose batting gloves together, walking Mac down: payback to the body as brunette whirls in vicious palm-down rights and left, carving in behind Rosie's elbows, beating her ropeside. DEMI WANTS RACK! Payback continues as Rose chugs away hup-hup to Mac's sporty set, blonde sputtering denial as Demi lifts and separates. ROSIE ANSWERS! Swinging right hand strokes Demi upside the head, clubbing her sideways: she refuses to back off, chopping in a short right to face to keep Mac pinned down. HAMMER AND TONGS! Rose leaning in, pitchin' it short n' thick: Mac on her heels, back sagging in ropes, but fighting her heart out, fetching Demi free-swinging rights head and body. Bell: Rose determined to be the last puncher, bouncing both hands off Mac’s head/shoulders until ref pulls her off.
RYAN: "My GAWD! This is a gift that just keeps on giving...these girls are insane with their single-minded determination to dominate each other. First one, then the other has the upper hand, but neither is able to keep it up long enough to do the damage necessary to make her opponent say 'enough'. I can't tell you how much I'm enjoying this from my (safe) ringside seat."
R3: More Rosie. Bigger little girl stepping in crab-like with arms crossed - then unleashing swinging right hands to Demi's rack&ribs and upside her head. Rose spellbound, eating gobsmackers, wandering evasively, trying to marshal her forces. Mac bouncing after Demi, bringing the hurt: looping right hands telegraphed, but hurled with 100% commitment. Rose able to duck-and-cover, taking some of the wallop off, but she's still getting clobbered about the ring: takes her two minutes to form sturdy peek-a-boo, stand her ground, and start to knock back short uppercuts at her tormentress. Bell: Mac lands a fat, whacking right/left off Demi's waist - blonde all grins, snatching her mitts back off Rose's bod like it's hot.
RYAN: "More and more I'm liking this busy little blonde battler. She's hangin' tough in there, but they're both taking a lot of damage...I can't see this lasting ten rounds... probably not even five. Fact is, I'm surprised they're both looking so eager to come out for the fourth. Lookit how they're bouncing up and down before the bell..."
R4: Rosie hopping to her right, looking to thrust her jab into Demi’s tits while pivoting sharply clockwise around the score. Works for a few moments, then Rose's ballistic assault sweeps Mac to ropes. Rosie begins to shut down, sitting buns-in-ropes, dukes at temples...she's sliding side to side under clobbering pressure as Demi pins her ears back, lets hands go. No rhyme or reason - just a pelting rain of leather - mitts bouncing off Mac's covered head/shoulders - with the occasional swinging left hook cutting across the ribcage in under the right breast. Rose teeth bared, back sweaty, jugs a-sloshing...she's in her glory, getting her legs and torso into hateful blasts - just bashing mindlessly away on Mac. Rosie stumbling along ropes, cringing...she can't get off, can't clinch, and she's breaking down under the assault. Right uppercut finally picks Mac up out of her crouch, loosening her badly...she's just standing there helpless, hands up but limp...Rose HEAVING in rights and lefts, and MAC GOES DOWN! Rosie rump high on knees and elbows, forehead pressing sand between her forearms. Ref pushes Demi away, starts the count...Mac dazed, staring...she gets her left hand into ropes and rises to her knees, but can't fight off Rose's power. KO4 in slamming fashion, Demi Rose.
RYAN: "Demi Rose managed to establish her dominance over Rosie's body and broke her will. I don't care what Mac and her camp say afterward, it was Demi's unrelenting hammering her hooters that shut Rosie down. You could see the fire in her eyes when Rosie started to buckle under her assault. Believe me, I've been in fights like this one on both sides and there's no better feeling than when you're crushing another woman's pride and joys...and no worse feeling than when someone is doing it to you. These are difficult fights to recover from...it takes a long time to restore your pride after taking a pounding like this."
O’Dell: "Not a lot for Lindsay to get for it either. Demi’s shoved her through the ropes, pulled her out where she can take her time without interrupting the other bouts. Don’t suppose she really can let a blonde off with her head held up as long as Syndey’s got the tiara. Taking her off like that, though…It’s going to be a long afternoon for Rosie."
Demi Rose
Before: Jenny O’Dell: “No news from this new girl. She’s got good conditioning and she’ll have the reach advantage in this fight. Not a lot else to say.”
Jeri Ryan: “But we can’t say that about her opponent. Demi Rose has banged her way to three JMD titles and she’s done it with a form that’s absolutely perfect for her function. We know what she’s going to bring, and all’s you’ve got to do is prepare for what’s coming.”
O’Dell: “And here comes Rosie Mac. She’s wearing a gold one-piece with ROSIE down one side in black letters and MAC in red letters down the other paired with her hair in a ponytail and white gloves.”
Ryan: “Demi entering in a tiny black bikini and matching gloves. She tosses a hat into the audience as her hair drops down into a pair of braids.”
O’Dell: “Coming together for ref’s instructions, Rosie makes a point of giving Demi a chest bump, to her surprise.”
Ryan: “Nobody’s going to call Rosie busty that close to Demi, but she’s doing her best to show that she’s not intimidated.”
O’Dell: “Here’s the opening bell and now we’ll see if she should have been…”
R1: Rosie’s approach is a three step process for her: 1.) step in strong with left foot; 2.) crouch at the waist/twist torso-left; 3.) hurl that right hand into Demi's ribs. Rose bashed out of her stance, but quickly adjusting - moving to her right away from Mac's right hand - also opening up a bit of the blonde's back for swinging rights, brunette’s already hunting kidneys. Rosie forced to open-up stance in order to get the left hand on target, Demi immediately hooking exposed breasts as girls trade left hands. Midway through, girls trade clanging rights ear-to-chin and ROSE IS ROCKED! Demi reeling back from the shot into ropes ROSIE'S INTO DEMI'S RACK! Oh the humanity! Mac chugging - burly quads and glutes ringing as she hoists rising left/rights into Rose's suspended melons - brunette gurgling in stupor until she's finally able to wrap up Rosie's head in both arms. ROSIE'S STILL WORKING! Head trapped, Mac's arms still pump in the punches - both hands pounding flat Rose abs. Demi releases the head-wrap, fits a scraping right uppercut across Rosie's face - eats a swinging right upside the head in trade: spills to her right along ropes, punished jugs a-jumpin'. Mac hopping in hot pursuit - eyes screaming: FINISH HER! Rosie chasing Demi into her own corner, crowding her, marauding to midsection. Rose grimacing, hunkering down: she's digging back as girls form mouth-on-shoulder arch - each just blistering the other to pain-wracked bellies. Bell: Mac lands a late right to waist, then another behind left elbow...ref pulls her off as Demi sits on turnbuckle gasping/hugging ribs.
RYAN: "WOW, that was a rack-ripping start to this fight! It's been a while since I saw that kind of start to a fight here and, I have to admit, it brings back a lot of happy memories! Both girls forgot all about protecting their goodies in their eagerness to dominate the others 'pride and joy' but that turned out to be painful."
O’Dell: “They’re both young enough to soak up a beating and keep on trucking. It remains to be seen who has the better depths.”
R2: Jolting left hook from Demi as she stands her ground, walks Rosie in and kisses it short off chin. Mac sponges it...crouches...wobbles...backs away in alarm: blonde’s eyes all: I'M HURT! Rose batting gloves together, walking Mac down: payback to the body as brunette whirls in vicious palm-down rights and left, carving in behind Rosie's elbows, beating her ropeside. DEMI WANTS RACK! Payback continues as Rose chugs away hup-hup to Mac's sporty set, blonde sputtering denial as Demi lifts and separates. ROSIE ANSWERS! Swinging right hand strokes Demi upside the head, clubbing her sideways: she refuses to back off, chopping in a short right to face to keep Mac pinned down. HAMMER AND TONGS! Rose leaning in, pitchin' it short n' thick: Mac on her heels, back sagging in ropes, but fighting her heart out, fetching Demi free-swinging rights head and body. Bell: Rose determined to be the last puncher, bouncing both hands off Mac’s head/shoulders until ref pulls her off.
RYAN: "My GAWD! This is a gift that just keeps on giving...these girls are insane with their single-minded determination to dominate each other. First one, then the other has the upper hand, but neither is able to keep it up long enough to do the damage necessary to make her opponent say 'enough'. I can't tell you how much I'm enjoying this from my (safe) ringside seat."
R3: More Rosie. Bigger little girl stepping in crab-like with arms crossed - then unleashing swinging right hands to Demi's rack&ribs and upside her head. Rose spellbound, eating gobsmackers, wandering evasively, trying to marshal her forces. Mac bouncing after Demi, bringing the hurt: looping right hands telegraphed, but hurled with 100% commitment. Rose able to duck-and-cover, taking some of the wallop off, but she's still getting clobbered about the ring: takes her two minutes to form sturdy peek-a-boo, stand her ground, and start to knock back short uppercuts at her tormentress. Bell: Mac lands a fat, whacking right/left off Demi's waist - blonde all grins, snatching her mitts back off Rose's bod like it's hot.
RYAN: "More and more I'm liking this busy little blonde battler. She's hangin' tough in there, but they're both taking a lot of damage...I can't see this lasting ten rounds... probably not even five. Fact is, I'm surprised they're both looking so eager to come out for the fourth. Lookit how they're bouncing up and down before the bell..."
R4: Rosie hopping to her right, looking to thrust her jab into Demi’s tits while pivoting sharply clockwise around the score. Works for a few moments, then Rose's ballistic assault sweeps Mac to ropes. Rosie begins to shut down, sitting buns-in-ropes, dukes at temples...she's sliding side to side under clobbering pressure as Demi pins her ears back, lets hands go. No rhyme or reason - just a pelting rain of leather - mitts bouncing off Mac's covered head/shoulders - with the occasional swinging left hook cutting across the ribcage in under the right breast. Rose teeth bared, back sweaty, jugs a-sloshing...she's in her glory, getting her legs and torso into hateful blasts - just bashing mindlessly away on Mac. Rosie stumbling along ropes, cringing...she can't get off, can't clinch, and she's breaking down under the assault. Right uppercut finally picks Mac up out of her crouch, loosening her badly...she's just standing there helpless, hands up but limp...Rose HEAVING in rights and lefts, and MAC GOES DOWN! Rosie rump high on knees and elbows, forehead pressing sand between her forearms. Ref pushes Demi away, starts the count...Mac dazed, staring...she gets her left hand into ropes and rises to her knees, but can't fight off Rose's power. KO4 in slamming fashion, Demi Rose.
RYAN: "Demi Rose managed to establish her dominance over Rosie's body and broke her will. I don't care what Mac and her camp say afterward, it was Demi's unrelenting hammering her hooters that shut Rosie down. You could see the fire in her eyes when Rosie started to buckle under her assault. Believe me, I've been in fights like this one on both sides and there's no better feeling than when you're crushing another woman's pride and joys...and no worse feeling than when someone is doing it to you. These are difficult fights to recover from...it takes a long time to restore your pride after taking a pounding like this."
O’Dell: "Not a lot for Lindsay to get for it either. Demi’s shoved her through the ropes, pulled her out where she can take her time without interrupting the other bouts. Don’t suppose she really can let a blonde off with her head held up as long as Syndey’s got the tiara. Taking her off like that, though…It’s going to be a long afternoon for Rosie."