Unified Bantamweight Title: Kira Kosarin vs Demi Rose
Nov 15, 2021 8:21:08 GMT -6
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Post by oddmanout on Nov 15, 2021 8:21:08 GMT -6
Unified Bantamweight Title: Kira Kosarin
vs Champion Demi Rose
Results by Lookout!/writeup by OddManOut
Before: One of these girls isn’t supposed to be here. Demi Rose was brought on board to take Kendra Wilkinson’s spot: the opener, the jiggler to put butts in seats and eyes on the real contenders. A funny thing happened, though. The names of her opponents kept getting higher and higher up the rankings. By 2019, every one of her opponent had been at least JMD champion, an she came within a hairsbreadth of taking the bantamweight title from Demi Lovato. Twenty-five months later, she did not fall short again, taking the title from vaunted HISC. And that brings us to today. “I’ve had to win Fights of the Year to convince people I exist. And I’ve done that. I’ve forced my way into the conversation and no one is going to push me out again!”
Kira’s been acknowledged as bantam royalty from the beginning. When she cracked the bantam Top 10, Demi was still being ranked as a flyweight. After beating Rose in January, Kosarin refuses to entertain the possibility that she won’t repeat the humiliation: “I spanked her once already. They know she can’t handle me, that’s why they’ve brought on this new big blonde. This time I’m going to beat Demi at her own game! That’s right! I’m gonna smother out the JMD champ tonight!” giving her own impressive set a shimmy.
Kira enters under a white fur robe, doffing it in the ring to reveal a suede tan onepeice, matching gloves and calf-high moccasins, hair loose and spilling down over her back and breasts. Demi enters with the bantamweight belts over a black mink robe, stripping down to a black bra and loincloth combination, black gloves, hair pulled up in a battle bun.
R1: Demi comes roaring out of her corner with a Mish Williams-esque rush, kissing a hard right hand off Kira’s forehead to get the bigger girl moving backward. Kosarin harried with clubbing lefts and rights to the ropes, and nearly tackled through them as Rose comes jiggling in. Kira recovering, squares up in front of Demi and gives a reciprocal beating: rights and lefts flying both ways, resting forearms against guards to reset for the next banging one-two. Kosarin on her heels, pushes off the strands a couple of times, but never gets out of her own corner in a wide Rose first.
R2: Kira keeps things midring, coming back with cranking left hooks, and stuns Demi with a flush hook on the chops in the opening moments. Kosarin has herself a good first minute, bruising up the fruit with thudding lefts and rights from hip to head. Rose sucks it up and midway through starts answering back—hammer and tongs slugging midring as tough jigglers start tuning one another up with blistering hooks and crosses. Down the stretch, it’s Kira pulling away, plundering the gut and forcing Demi to the ropes at the bell. Bitter two-way slugging continues after the bell as the ref jumps in, both girls fiery-eyed and spitting like a couple of alley cats.
R3: Kira more disciplined, jabbing her way in, then bodying up, walking Rose around the ring and touching the Champ up the middle, and around the sides with constant leather, Demi’s sturdy body turning pink, she gets outhustled for two minutes, but in the final minute, Kira sets her feet and really brings it to that gut. Rose jerking single shot lefts and rights, but Kosarin sticking the fists in hard to Champ’s belly has Demi stopped in her tracks
R4: Demi feeling the effects of the last round, comes out sluggish this round as Kira takes over, reaching in under the champ’s arms to chest her back, then reeling from the hook, hacking the short right to the hips or chest. Rose getting broken down and walked around as Kosarin piles on. Good hard punching, constant work ethic from Kira as she hounds Demi from pillar to post. After the bell, Kosarin with a little chest to chest bullying forces eye contact to make the point.
R5: Demi able to get moving before the bell, meets Kira well on the Bonzo side of the ring. Girls collide rugby fashion, shoulder on shoulder. Hands collected in underneath, legs stamping, backsides shivering with the effort of pushing the opponent back. Each trying to get in underneath the other for leverage--Rose getting the better of it, systematically budging Kosarin back. Smashing, cudgeling work dished out underneath--=girls just tucking short, shoving punches into one another--plenty of shots blocked, but ribs, tummy and jug plundered nonetheless. Demi able to put Kira’s butt in the ropes and pile on--girls fighting in such close quarters they’re breathing in one another’s exhaust, brows scraping up from the constant scuff of skull and tousle. Rose with some jerking right uppercuts has the crowd roaring at the bell as Kosarin fields ‘em stoic on her chin.
R6: Kira determined to beat Demi at her own game, contenders wrap up and spin to the strands. Bitter trench warfare burbles along the ropes as the girls huddle together and slug it up inside. Travelling to all corners around the perimeter of the ring, girls lay in and jerk short, snapping rips to the waist, back and breasts inside—each trying to keep her hands in tight to her body when not punching, using her shoulder and body lean to crowd the opponent. Rose starts to carve out the lead late, snapping left and right, bullying Kosarin back. Both girls reduced to mindless automation by the constant grind. Slackjawed, leaning up against one another, Demi gets her head under Kira’s chin and finally works unfettered with her weight forward, using her shoulder and forearms to push and brace with, then plunging her fists into the solid midriff of her foe, has Kosarin ashen-faced and glassy-eyed at the bell.
R7: Kira getting back on top, Demi covering up, letting challenger dig to her sides, work her over, fighters meandering around the ring as Kosarin’s hard punches start to take numbing effect. Rose answering back as pace slows in the middle of the round as girls take turns stuffing right hands into one another’s belly buttons. Girls wearily body up, cheek to cheek, struggling and straining in close to free up the hook to the tummy. Opportunistic right hands curl around elbows to spank kidney, or jerk up the middle to uppercut chins in tight, close quarters slugging. Girls each reach in under one another’s arms to shove the opponent back, trying to free up the space for one more lick. It’s Kira emerging late to beat Demi up against the ropes, reaching down to bash it up behind the elbows at the bell.
R8: Both fighters grim, a little broken down, but serviceable, wade into each other midring. Girls exchange overhand rights, both ducking under the other’s wallop: back with hooks and DEMI’S STUNNED! Rose blinking as she’s beaten to the punch, Kosarin hopping forward, knocking her jab against Champ’s brow then LABELLING Demi a chopping right onna mouth as Brit totters to the ropes, JUGG! Kira hopping in and SAVAGING the JMD Champion’s rack--hup-hup-hupping up there with shoulders shrugging, fists chugging, bunching up the flesh,. Rose staring, mouthpiece half out of her mouth as she gets Gatling gunned, but she finally manages to hunch herself forward and shoulder Kosarin back a step. Left uppercut from Kira versus Demi’s Left hook out of the crouch, KIRA’S HEAD SWIVELS! Crowd roaring as Kosarin staggers backward, suddenly loose and staring. RIGHT HAND DEMI! Rose striding in, bending down as she CLOBBERS Kosarin’s slackened face hard-to-starboard, challenger just tottering backward, hands down--Demi stepping-with and swinging in walking barrage. KIRA GOES DOWN! Kosarin simply clattering to canvas, rolling to her back as Rose nearly falls to her knees as she hits far ropes face-first, IT’S OVER! Kira starfished on her back, eyes closed, lips parted in KO swoon--she sleeps off the 10 count for a KO8 for the winner and STILL Bantamweight Champion, Demi Rose!
After: Demi stepping over Kira, dropping to her knees, rolling Kosarin under the ropes and off the apron, she lands on the padding with a limp thud. Rose gestures to the attendants, rasps “Stand her up” before turning around and lowering herself off the apron. Demi has to hold onto the apron for a couple minutes, chest heaving as she collects herself. Then she twists Kira’s arm behind her back and walks her out of the hotel. They stagger down the steps to the famous Snow Bank where so many would be Queens have had their rude awakening. Kosarin is forced to a seat in the snow, Rose looming over her, the Champ leans over puts her hands on Kira’s shoulders, and forehead-to-forehead, rasps: “You better hope I’m this worn out in a couple weeks,” referring to the upcoming Princess of the Ice Hotel tournament, “or you’ll be getting the full course!” With that she grabs the back of Kosarin’s head with both hands, rubs her face thoroughly on her glistening tits, before shoving her back, leaving the challenger sprawled spread-eagled in the snow.
vs Champion Demi Rose
Results by Lookout!/writeup by OddManOut
Before: One of these girls isn’t supposed to be here. Demi Rose was brought on board to take Kendra Wilkinson’s spot: the opener, the jiggler to put butts in seats and eyes on the real contenders. A funny thing happened, though. The names of her opponents kept getting higher and higher up the rankings. By 2019, every one of her opponent had been at least JMD champion, an she came within a hairsbreadth of taking the bantamweight title from Demi Lovato. Twenty-five months later, she did not fall short again, taking the title from vaunted HISC. And that brings us to today. “I’ve had to win Fights of the Year to convince people I exist. And I’ve done that. I’ve forced my way into the conversation and no one is going to push me out again!”
Kira’s been acknowledged as bantam royalty from the beginning. When she cracked the bantam Top 10, Demi was still being ranked as a flyweight. After beating Rose in January, Kosarin refuses to entertain the possibility that she won’t repeat the humiliation: “I spanked her once already. They know she can’t handle me, that’s why they’ve brought on this new big blonde. This time I’m going to beat Demi at her own game! That’s right! I’m gonna smother out the JMD champ tonight!” giving her own impressive set a shimmy.
Kira enters under a white fur robe, doffing it in the ring to reveal a suede tan onepeice, matching gloves and calf-high moccasins, hair loose and spilling down over her back and breasts. Demi enters with the bantamweight belts over a black mink robe, stripping down to a black bra and loincloth combination, black gloves, hair pulled up in a battle bun.
R1: Demi comes roaring out of her corner with a Mish Williams-esque rush, kissing a hard right hand off Kira’s forehead to get the bigger girl moving backward. Kosarin harried with clubbing lefts and rights to the ropes, and nearly tackled through them as Rose comes jiggling in. Kira recovering, squares up in front of Demi and gives a reciprocal beating: rights and lefts flying both ways, resting forearms against guards to reset for the next banging one-two. Kosarin on her heels, pushes off the strands a couple of times, but never gets out of her own corner in a wide Rose first.
R2: Kira keeps things midring, coming back with cranking left hooks, and stuns Demi with a flush hook on the chops in the opening moments. Kosarin has herself a good first minute, bruising up the fruit with thudding lefts and rights from hip to head. Rose sucks it up and midway through starts answering back—hammer and tongs slugging midring as tough jigglers start tuning one another up with blistering hooks and crosses. Down the stretch, it’s Kira pulling away, plundering the gut and forcing Demi to the ropes at the bell. Bitter two-way slugging continues after the bell as the ref jumps in, both girls fiery-eyed and spitting like a couple of alley cats.
R3: Kira more disciplined, jabbing her way in, then bodying up, walking Rose around the ring and touching the Champ up the middle, and around the sides with constant leather, Demi’s sturdy body turning pink, she gets outhustled for two minutes, but in the final minute, Kira sets her feet and really brings it to that gut. Rose jerking single shot lefts and rights, but Kosarin sticking the fists in hard to Champ’s belly has Demi stopped in her tracks
R4: Demi feeling the effects of the last round, comes out sluggish this round as Kira takes over, reaching in under the champ’s arms to chest her back, then reeling from the hook, hacking the short right to the hips or chest. Rose getting broken down and walked around as Kosarin piles on. Good hard punching, constant work ethic from Kira as she hounds Demi from pillar to post. After the bell, Kosarin with a little chest to chest bullying forces eye contact to make the point.
R5: Demi able to get moving before the bell, meets Kira well on the Bonzo side of the ring. Girls collide rugby fashion, shoulder on shoulder. Hands collected in underneath, legs stamping, backsides shivering with the effort of pushing the opponent back. Each trying to get in underneath the other for leverage--Rose getting the better of it, systematically budging Kosarin back. Smashing, cudgeling work dished out underneath--=girls just tucking short, shoving punches into one another--plenty of shots blocked, but ribs, tummy and jug plundered nonetheless. Demi able to put Kira’s butt in the ropes and pile on--girls fighting in such close quarters they’re breathing in one another’s exhaust, brows scraping up from the constant scuff of skull and tousle. Rose with some jerking right uppercuts has the crowd roaring at the bell as Kosarin fields ‘em stoic on her chin.
R6: Kira determined to beat Demi at her own game, contenders wrap up and spin to the strands. Bitter trench warfare burbles along the ropes as the girls huddle together and slug it up inside. Travelling to all corners around the perimeter of the ring, girls lay in and jerk short, snapping rips to the waist, back and breasts inside—each trying to keep her hands in tight to her body when not punching, using her shoulder and body lean to crowd the opponent. Rose starts to carve out the lead late, snapping left and right, bullying Kosarin back. Both girls reduced to mindless automation by the constant grind. Slackjawed, leaning up against one another, Demi gets her head under Kira’s chin and finally works unfettered with her weight forward, using her shoulder and forearms to push and brace with, then plunging her fists into the solid midriff of her foe, has Kosarin ashen-faced and glassy-eyed at the bell.
R7: Kira getting back on top, Demi covering up, letting challenger dig to her sides, work her over, fighters meandering around the ring as Kosarin’s hard punches start to take numbing effect. Rose answering back as pace slows in the middle of the round as girls take turns stuffing right hands into one another’s belly buttons. Girls wearily body up, cheek to cheek, struggling and straining in close to free up the hook to the tummy. Opportunistic right hands curl around elbows to spank kidney, or jerk up the middle to uppercut chins in tight, close quarters slugging. Girls each reach in under one another’s arms to shove the opponent back, trying to free up the space for one more lick. It’s Kira emerging late to beat Demi up against the ropes, reaching down to bash it up behind the elbows at the bell.
R8: Both fighters grim, a little broken down, but serviceable, wade into each other midring. Girls exchange overhand rights, both ducking under the other’s wallop: back with hooks and DEMI’S STUNNED! Rose blinking as she’s beaten to the punch, Kosarin hopping forward, knocking her jab against Champ’s brow then LABELLING Demi a chopping right onna mouth as Brit totters to the ropes, JUGG! Kira hopping in and SAVAGING the JMD Champion’s rack--hup-hup-hupping up there with shoulders shrugging, fists chugging, bunching up the flesh,. Rose staring, mouthpiece half out of her mouth as she gets Gatling gunned, but she finally manages to hunch herself forward and shoulder Kosarin back a step. Left uppercut from Kira versus Demi’s Left hook out of the crouch, KIRA’S HEAD SWIVELS! Crowd roaring as Kosarin staggers backward, suddenly loose and staring. RIGHT HAND DEMI! Rose striding in, bending down as she CLOBBERS Kosarin’s slackened face hard-to-starboard, challenger just tottering backward, hands down--Demi stepping-with and swinging in walking barrage. KIRA GOES DOWN! Kosarin simply clattering to canvas, rolling to her back as Rose nearly falls to her knees as she hits far ropes face-first, IT’S OVER! Kira starfished on her back, eyes closed, lips parted in KO swoon--she sleeps off the 10 count for a KO8 for the winner and STILL Bantamweight Champion, Demi Rose!
After: Demi stepping over Kira, dropping to her knees, rolling Kosarin under the ropes and off the apron, she lands on the padding with a limp thud. Rose gestures to the attendants, rasps “Stand her up” before turning around and lowering herself off the apron. Demi has to hold onto the apron for a couple minutes, chest heaving as she collects herself. Then she twists Kira’s arm behind her back and walks her out of the hotel. They stagger down the steps to the famous Snow Bank where so many would be Queens have had their rude awakening. Kosarin is forced to a seat in the snow, Rose looming over her, the Champ leans over puts her hands on Kira’s shoulders, and forehead-to-forehead, rasps: “You better hope I’m this worn out in a couple weeks,” referring to the upcoming Princess of the Ice Hotel tournament, “or you’ll be getting the full course!” With that she grabs the back of Kosarin’s head with both hands, rubs her face thoroughly on her glistening tits, before shoving her back, leaving the challenger sprawled spread-eagled in the snow.
