Post by Lookout! Boxing on Aug 28, 2021 3:18:11 GMT -6
Emily Ratajkowski vs Caylee Cowan (JMD Title)
Emily:
(30, 5’7, 46:17 FCBA, VIXENs)
Caylee:
(23, 5’3, 3:2 FCBA, Left Turn Knockouts)
BEFORE:
It’s Left Turn Knockouts’ turn to try and clinch the diamond bralette, and Caylee Cowan looks laser-focused as she speaks at the press conference earlier:
“Like the other girls, I don’t see the appeal. Emily’s nothing but a stick figure with a couple of under ripe melons. What the hell has she done to become JMD champ? Have you freakin’ seen these puppies??” Caylee takes the moment to shake her assets for the rest of the room to admire. “She’s going down tonight, that’s what I’m saying, and I’ll be going down on top of her.”
Emily’s smirking back at the blonde’s confidence, looking relaxed in her seat from across the room. “I’ve been through hell and back to get to where I am, and I’m not about to let some wannabe blonde princess take my rightful prize away from me. Caylee scored some impressive wins earlier in her career, but the fact is, I’ve got ten times more experience than her in the ring, and not to mention the fact that I’m ten times more woman than she’ll ever be.”
Tense showdown on stage moments later as Emily and Caylee press their chests in for the close-up. There’s some sort of disparity going on here as Emily’s four-inch advantage means she’s smirking down at the blonde from quite a distance, and Caylee is doing her best to level her eyes up with a scornful look. Ratajkowski must have used the word ‘shortie’ somewhere in there, because Caylee suddenly becomes all fired up and poking her fist in the Vixen’s chest, which culminates in a hard shove of the champion backwards.
Ring officials, of course, quickly intervene, separating both women and preventing an early catfight from erupting. Hours later, we’re in the ring and ready for ten rounds of JMD action. Emily’s ripped and ready to rumble in her corner, having stripped down to nothing but the bare essentials: a black micro bikini for a top, hot denim shorts for bottoms. She’s wearing white gloves for this contest. Caylee has gone for an all-white ensemble: bikini top and bottom hanging loose and barely covering her own assets, as she grinds a pair of red gloves together.
HERE WE GO! Referee waves his hand to start - this contest is for the JMD TITLE!
ROUND 1:
Caylee crowds in like she’s on a mission early on, ramming shots into Emily’s arms to try and break the champion’s defences from the opening bell. Cowan’s young, hungry, and blonde, and though she may still be half a head shorter, she’s not letting up on the aggression, bashing another one-two into the champion’s guard and sending Emily stumbling back with repeated flurries. Ratajkowski’s in trouble in the first round, but that may be just her method of choice: to feel the challenger out with testing jab combos that tag Caylee on the face and breasts, but for the most part, conceding ground to the newcomer for the rest of the time. Wide round goes to Cowan, who shows off plenty of spirit and hunger for the title.
ROUND 2:
But here comes Ratajkowski, returning the favour early with a crisp one-two to the face followed by another three-punch number that ended with a hook to the challenger’s breasts, stunning Cowan to the spot! Ouch! Caylee can’t get complacent or she’ll be forced to face the consequences in the long run. Emily on the other hand has had enough of playing around as she continues her counter-offensive with plenty of jab combos sent towards the shorter girl’s head. Caylee’s facing trouble of her own this time, her punches either hitting the arms or barely hitting at all with her significant reach disadvantage, which allows Emily to stay back for the most part and hammer shots into her face and body. Cowan seething at the bell, rubbing her assets with her arms before shouting out in frustration to her own corner - the challenger needs to switch something around if she wants to turn the tables!
ROUND 3:
First minute sees a return to the status quo as Emily keeps her distance, and the two women circle from afar. Of course, it’s Ratajkowski’s advantage in that case, with the Vixen gleefully slamming a right cross into the forehead before again helping herself to a swipe of Cowan’s tummy, another one sent across her chest to draw a squeal. Cowan still hasn’t developed a winning strategy here, but the shorter girl makes up for it with plenty of trying. She RUSHES Emily down after the second minute, plowing a hook into her lean tummy before trying her luck with an uppercut bashed into the middle of her arms. No dice, as Emily’s shook but not shattered. Caylee isn’t giving up her chase, however, continues to run after the champ and ram punches into her body, occasionally getting lucky and hitting the side-boob to send Emily wincing and wading away in pain and frustration. Good round for Cowan, but there’s the question of how far she can push herself at this pace.
ROUND 4:
Case in point: Emily’s back to picking her off from a comfortable distance, as Caylee looks drained and sluggish out of the fourth. The petite blonde is pushing herself forward, of course, taking sudden, lunging shots at the champ, but they’re mostly useless as they scar the air, missing completely, Emily expertly weaving her head to the side and back to avoid the punches. In turn, Emily catches Cowan on the face with another left cross, sinking leather into the cheek, another bashed into her chin to snap the head back. All downhill for the challenger from there on out, as Cowan is on the retreat and defending her rack at all costs, but Ratajkowski is flooring her pedal and hammering away at her chest and arms. Caylee gets driven into the ropes near the end of the round, groaning as she barely has the capacity to defend all aspects of her head, chest and body at once, Emily sinking a final uppercut into her left boob to ALMOST pop the poor thing out of its socket! But the bell rings soon after, allowing Caylee to return to her corner with her dignity intact, for now!
ROUND 5:
Caylee’s melting by the minute, however, her chest heaving as she takes whatever breaths she can in between the rounds, but still moves out of her corner looking sluggish. Emily’s eager to mop up her remains, comes in hard and decisive and begins to pound away on her arms with the same intensity as how the action in the previous round had ended. Ratajkowski cornering the blonde near the ropes and going to work on her, lefts and rights slammed into her body or snapping her head back, and Cowan is just too slow to get herself fully away from the action to catch her breath. She lets out a yelp as a right hook catches her on the side of the head, which sends her reeling into the ropes proper! HERE COMES EMILY, rocking the blonde’s puppies up and down, left and right, NO MERCY from the champ as she gnashes her teeth and rips that thin white fabric apart!! Caylee almost doesn’t have time to collapse into the canvas before her top snaps apart! At least the younger fighter has the decency to cover her breasts up as she falls to the ground, crawling into a ball on her side and stays there! The referee takes one look and knows THAT the rest of the fight is as good as over! He waves his arms overhead and calls for the bell!
Official Decision: Emily Ratajkowski defeats Caylee Cowan via KO5! Emily Ratajkowski is STILL the JMD Champion!
AFTER:
“You had something else to say, Cowan?” Emily huffs from above, stalking about the fallen girl with her own chest heaving from the exertion.
Cowan barely responds from below, a groan here or there as Emily kicks and prods her with her leather boots. The Vixen soaks in the victory, posing at the blonde’s head with her arms high and spread in the air, before kneeling down and starting the process of claiming her prize:
Cowan at least comes to life as the reverse breast smother is locked in over her face, Emily swiftly scooping her head and neck, before cradling the blonde’s upper torso in criss-crossing forearms and locked biceps. Cowan’s groans grow wild and loud from deep within the smother, her entire face invisible under Emily’s long, brown hair streaking down over the sides, her legs thrashing and body trying to twist itself free.
But Emily’s a veteran JMD fighter at this point, knows exactly what she wants and how to seize it. She tightens her hold over the former challenger, squeezing the last remnants of air from her lungs and constricted throat, before grinning into Cowan’s bare chest the moment the blonde’s entire form goes limp.
It’s another title defense for the decorated champ, who hoists the diamond bralette into the air moments later, parading it to the crowds with little intention of letting it go at the moment.
***
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
Emily:
(30, 5’7, 46:17 FCBA, VIXENs)
Caylee:
(23, 5’3, 3:2 FCBA, Left Turn Knockouts)
BEFORE:
It’s Left Turn Knockouts’ turn to try and clinch the diamond bralette, and Caylee Cowan looks laser-focused as she speaks at the press conference earlier:
“Like the other girls, I don’t see the appeal. Emily’s nothing but a stick figure with a couple of under ripe melons. What the hell has she done to become JMD champ? Have you freakin’ seen these puppies??” Caylee takes the moment to shake her assets for the rest of the room to admire. “She’s going down tonight, that’s what I’m saying, and I’ll be going down on top of her.”
Emily’s smirking back at the blonde’s confidence, looking relaxed in her seat from across the room. “I’ve been through hell and back to get to where I am, and I’m not about to let some wannabe blonde princess take my rightful prize away from me. Caylee scored some impressive wins earlier in her career, but the fact is, I’ve got ten times more experience than her in the ring, and not to mention the fact that I’m ten times more woman than she’ll ever be.”
Tense showdown on stage moments later as Emily and Caylee press their chests in for the close-up. There’s some sort of disparity going on here as Emily’s four-inch advantage means she’s smirking down at the blonde from quite a distance, and Caylee is doing her best to level her eyes up with a scornful look. Ratajkowski must have used the word ‘shortie’ somewhere in there, because Caylee suddenly becomes all fired up and poking her fist in the Vixen’s chest, which culminates in a hard shove of the champion backwards.
Ring officials, of course, quickly intervene, separating both women and preventing an early catfight from erupting. Hours later, we’re in the ring and ready for ten rounds of JMD action. Emily’s ripped and ready to rumble in her corner, having stripped down to nothing but the bare essentials: a black micro bikini for a top, hot denim shorts for bottoms. She’s wearing white gloves for this contest. Caylee has gone for an all-white ensemble: bikini top and bottom hanging loose and barely covering her own assets, as she grinds a pair of red gloves together.
HERE WE GO! Referee waves his hand to start - this contest is for the JMD TITLE!
ROUND 1:
Caylee crowds in like she’s on a mission early on, ramming shots into Emily’s arms to try and break the champion’s defences from the opening bell. Cowan’s young, hungry, and blonde, and though she may still be half a head shorter, she’s not letting up on the aggression, bashing another one-two into the champion’s guard and sending Emily stumbling back with repeated flurries. Ratajkowski’s in trouble in the first round, but that may be just her method of choice: to feel the challenger out with testing jab combos that tag Caylee on the face and breasts, but for the most part, conceding ground to the newcomer for the rest of the time. Wide round goes to Cowan, who shows off plenty of spirit and hunger for the title.
ROUND 2:
But here comes Ratajkowski, returning the favour early with a crisp one-two to the face followed by another three-punch number that ended with a hook to the challenger’s breasts, stunning Cowan to the spot! Ouch! Caylee can’t get complacent or she’ll be forced to face the consequences in the long run. Emily on the other hand has had enough of playing around as she continues her counter-offensive with plenty of jab combos sent towards the shorter girl’s head. Caylee’s facing trouble of her own this time, her punches either hitting the arms or barely hitting at all with her significant reach disadvantage, which allows Emily to stay back for the most part and hammer shots into her face and body. Cowan seething at the bell, rubbing her assets with her arms before shouting out in frustration to her own corner - the challenger needs to switch something around if she wants to turn the tables!
ROUND 3:
First minute sees a return to the status quo as Emily keeps her distance, and the two women circle from afar. Of course, it’s Ratajkowski’s advantage in that case, with the Vixen gleefully slamming a right cross into the forehead before again helping herself to a swipe of Cowan’s tummy, another one sent across her chest to draw a squeal. Cowan still hasn’t developed a winning strategy here, but the shorter girl makes up for it with plenty of trying. She RUSHES Emily down after the second minute, plowing a hook into her lean tummy before trying her luck with an uppercut bashed into the middle of her arms. No dice, as Emily’s shook but not shattered. Caylee isn’t giving up her chase, however, continues to run after the champ and ram punches into her body, occasionally getting lucky and hitting the side-boob to send Emily wincing and wading away in pain and frustration. Good round for Cowan, but there’s the question of how far she can push herself at this pace.
ROUND 4:
Case in point: Emily’s back to picking her off from a comfortable distance, as Caylee looks drained and sluggish out of the fourth. The petite blonde is pushing herself forward, of course, taking sudden, lunging shots at the champ, but they’re mostly useless as they scar the air, missing completely, Emily expertly weaving her head to the side and back to avoid the punches. In turn, Emily catches Cowan on the face with another left cross, sinking leather into the cheek, another bashed into her chin to snap the head back. All downhill for the challenger from there on out, as Cowan is on the retreat and defending her rack at all costs, but Ratajkowski is flooring her pedal and hammering away at her chest and arms. Caylee gets driven into the ropes near the end of the round, groaning as she barely has the capacity to defend all aspects of her head, chest and body at once, Emily sinking a final uppercut into her left boob to ALMOST pop the poor thing out of its socket! But the bell rings soon after, allowing Caylee to return to her corner with her dignity intact, for now!
ROUND 5:
Caylee’s melting by the minute, however, her chest heaving as she takes whatever breaths she can in between the rounds, but still moves out of her corner looking sluggish. Emily’s eager to mop up her remains, comes in hard and decisive and begins to pound away on her arms with the same intensity as how the action in the previous round had ended. Ratajkowski cornering the blonde near the ropes and going to work on her, lefts and rights slammed into her body or snapping her head back, and Cowan is just too slow to get herself fully away from the action to catch her breath. She lets out a yelp as a right hook catches her on the side of the head, which sends her reeling into the ropes proper! HERE COMES EMILY, rocking the blonde’s puppies up and down, left and right, NO MERCY from the champ as she gnashes her teeth and rips that thin white fabric apart!! Caylee almost doesn’t have time to collapse into the canvas before her top snaps apart! At least the younger fighter has the decency to cover her breasts up as she falls to the ground, crawling into a ball on her side and stays there! The referee takes one look and knows THAT the rest of the fight is as good as over! He waves his arms overhead and calls for the bell!
Official Decision: Emily Ratajkowski defeats Caylee Cowan via KO5! Emily Ratajkowski is STILL the JMD Champion!
AFTER:
“You had something else to say, Cowan?” Emily huffs from above, stalking about the fallen girl with her own chest heaving from the exertion.
Cowan barely responds from below, a groan here or there as Emily kicks and prods her with her leather boots. The Vixen soaks in the victory, posing at the blonde’s head with her arms high and spread in the air, before kneeling down and starting the process of claiming her prize:
Cowan at least comes to life as the reverse breast smother is locked in over her face, Emily swiftly scooping her head and neck, before cradling the blonde’s upper torso in criss-crossing forearms and locked biceps. Cowan’s groans grow wild and loud from deep within the smother, her entire face invisible under Emily’s long, brown hair streaking down over the sides, her legs thrashing and body trying to twist itself free.
But Emily’s a veteran JMD fighter at this point, knows exactly what she wants and how to seize it. She tightens her hold over the former challenger, squeezing the last remnants of air from her lungs and constricted throat, before grinning into Cowan’s bare chest the moment the blonde’s entire form goes limp.
It’s another title defense for the decorated champ, who hoists the diamond bralette into the air moments later, parading it to the crowds with little intention of letting it go at the moment.
***
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
