Post by oddmanout on Apr 25, 2022 18:20:44 GMT -6
Demi Rose
vs Bella Thorne
Results by Lookout/Writeup by OddManOut
Before: "She's a b!tc#," Bella says of her famously curvy, hard-punching foe. "Everyone's on to her, and we're running up the score on her now. She came out of the gates fast - beat up a bunch of girls who didn’t know any better, including me - and everyone thought she was the next big thing. Now that she's struggling, you're going to see the real Demi Rose: a whining, snivelling little quitter who's getting more and more exposed with every fight. And I’m going to take another title when I do it!"
Demi equally as harsh in rebuttal: "Bella's ridiculous. I keep hearing about how sturdy she is, but honestly? I think she's weak, cheap, hittable, and trampy. My kind of ginger!"
Demi in triangle-cut pattern bikini; long black hair straight/loose down to her butt; black gloves. Bella coming in noticeably curvier than usual, explaining "We're both strength-fighters so I don't want to spot her any pounds. She's big so I have to come in big too. And it’s not like it won’t help against Lizzie, Brie and ‘Lettra" Bella in white monkini; white gloves; shoulder length strawberry blonde hair loose n' tangly.
R1: Bella marching, curling into an overhand right, back with a lusty hook to rib - Demi covered up tight, counters off the block, catches chin a tight hook - it's ON! Toe to toe, girls taking turns with furious whacks, belting each other flush in the ribcage, turning on right hands inside to chins. Rose starts it to the tits, pumping up into the offending bra, crowding her little body into Thorne to budge her backwards. Bella back to her opponent's jugs with similar tight, scrubbing delivery, carrying into Rose to bump her back - it's just senseless pushing&punching. Down the stretch, Demi gives a little step to the right, pulls a tight hook across Bella’s cleavage, steps right again - she's got her blonde turning, taking punches. At the bell, Rose with a series of compact, well turned lefts and rights, peppers Thorne tummy&tits, ‘Merican covered up and taking. Demi hooting with glee, bumping chests with Bell;a, taunting her: she's just won the first round of this fight.
R2&3: Bella straightening out the right hand a little, pounding it off Demi’s face flush, busty Brit often pre-empted, squinting with a spanked expression into the impact as her own right hand misses. Sluggers winging on the outside, hope to land hard, then jiggle in close and outwork the opposition. Heads targeted in the ballistic free-for-all midring: tummies&tit’s the choice when bodies struggle in close at the ropes. Thorne getting the better of it inside and out--round finishes up with her helping herself to Rose’s bra with meanspirited pumping rights. Heartpounding action continues into the third, curvy jigglers swinging lusty, staggering around with over-swings, piling into each other and muscling the opponent strong to the ropes. Bella found a serviceable right to the face last round, Demi takes it away with a rigid forward guard, then bumps her forearms to drive the fight ropeside. Chugging lefts and rights have Rose wincing, reaching up high on Thorne to tie her up. Bella with her right cheek on Demi’s cranium, hands just pumping away mindlessly to the offending belly at the bell. Ref tugs ‘em apart: heaving racks, flashing eyes--girls bringing out the best in one another once again
R4 Demi dekes the right hand, lands the stubby right hand, reloads and wedges it between Bella’s mitts to bang back head AGAIN--blonde backpedaling, looking rocked, Rose gets a little bullying done this round--placing the right to the body as well as the face, riding her left around Throne’s wait and plugging righty to rack. Good mauling stuff at the ropes, Demi controlling the Wrap and working her over fairly consistently. Bella lumping up nicely, dropping her first round to Rose in a while.
R5: Bella hurts Demi with right hands, pounding away to jaw as brunette blunders recklessly forward - Thorne able to shove Rose upright, body her back and go to town on those mouthwatering melons! Bella treating herself to great heaping mittfuls of jug, swabbing away in close with that swishing side to side motion and DEMI WON'T HAVE IT! Thorne stunned, but trudging into Rose - hectic, bashing back and forth sees both women slip into a punch-numb stupor. Bella scrubs her way into Demi's rack, bumping her Brit flat - then Rose wades in, backing Thorne up - then it's America's turn. Girls fall in together, getting sloppy late as furious pace, ruinous punishment adds up - both lifting repeat right hands into struggling tummies while laying in mouth-on-shoulder.
R6: Bella hurts Demi with blunt right hands on the ear, then a walking barrage of lefts and rights to the head, driving brunette into ropes. Thorne riding her guard onto Rose and smearing her sideways, then packing leather into tender gut, juicy jug, shiny flank. Bella piling her body onto Demi to smother the receipts, slugging then crowding in a wriggling blonde blanket attack. Rose reaching under Thorne's arms and easing her off, then punching in the body crude right hands - no science at all as curvy vixens plug away. Bella in a groove late - head down, shoulders rotating - she's just pumping up into Rose's pudgy paunch. Demi drooping, arms around Bella’s waist, mouth open in silent protest and ROSE GOES DOWN! Demi on all fours, wheezing with punishment - Bella in the corner, shouting "GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE LAMBO!" as ref moves in. During the interval, JMD champion Elettra Lamborghini in the VIP section, vaults the guardrail to hit the sand around the ring cupping&shaking her breasts and swaying her hips at her would-be challenger until security can get her back to her seat!
R7: Battered vixens stagger to midring, fall in together, then bump and slug at close quarters. Face blank, all autopilot slugging - tummies and tits on sale as girls bash away mindless. Demi getting the better of it toe-to-toe, steadily forcing Bella to ropes, but blonde never giving in, keeping her head in close to Rose and hoisting punches into that offending British midsection. Down the stretch: all jug, all the time, back and forth. Mouths hang open, eyelashes flutter as first Demi, then Bella takes her turn shrugging short lefts and rights to opponent's bulge. Bell - neither girl aware - they're still mashing melon when ref finally pries 'em apart.
R8: Demi pouring forward in shambling crouch, arms crossed against her body; Bella stumbling back, trying to walk brunette onto harm, but timing is gone. Rose able to collapse distance without paying the tax: she’s getting on Thorne rapidly, causing a general collapse in the American front.. Bella backing up, looking shopworn, rushed--she’s startled by punches clanging off her temples, or sides of her neck--often punched off balance by Demi’s fury. Rose surging forward now, in her rhythm: teeth bared, stubby arms chopping and churning as she takes sand away from wilting Thorne. Down the stretch, Bella stunned by a right hand on her jaw: she straightens, backs away blinking ; Demi steps in with a wide, gathering hook and a RAMMING straight right hand to mouth, punching blonde head back, Thorne stuporous--topples backward, sits down with her back to ropes: she’s all lumped up and dizzy, trying to push off her rump with palms pressing on sand, No good--poor Bella numb, used up--she sits down for the whole ten, leaving Demi the panting KO8 victrix.
After: Hard fought slugfest typical of these two: Demi proving resolute, coming off the sand to stop a very heavy handed Bella. De-gloved, Rose scampers across sand, jumps onto Thorne's back, laughing as she stumbles around in confusion, then augurs-in to the sand. Demi quickly mounting - her knees digging into sand either side of Bella's body, wrestling blonde onto her back, then crushing down upon her jug-on-face.
Bella's a strong little towhead, threatened by jug, she reaches her left arm up and across, turning herself to the side. Demi forced to shift weight, using her left arm to prevent Thorne from bellying-down, and slowly wrestling American onto her back. Again, Rose flows forward for smother: Bella reaches her right arm up and across, turning over to her left side. Demi using her right arm around Thorne's neck to twist her back down, then pouring on the jug. That's the way of it - Bella writhing side to side, feet kicking at sand, hips gulping and bucking. Demi heavy atop her girl, strong and relentless: she just keeps wrestling Thorne down, then applying jug - slowly extinguishing new blonde's gallant efforts. Bella eventually used up: Demi gets the jugs on strong, wrapping her arms around the offending head and grabbing her own shoulders. Rose grinning big - damp hair dangling down as Thorne's movement grows sluggish from jug-shock.
vs Bella Thorne
Results by Lookout/Writeup by OddManOut
Before: "She's a b!tc#," Bella says of her famously curvy, hard-punching foe. "Everyone's on to her, and we're running up the score on her now. She came out of the gates fast - beat up a bunch of girls who didn’t know any better, including me - and everyone thought she was the next big thing. Now that she's struggling, you're going to see the real Demi Rose: a whining, snivelling little quitter who's getting more and more exposed with every fight. And I’m going to take another title when I do it!"
Demi equally as harsh in rebuttal: "Bella's ridiculous. I keep hearing about how sturdy she is, but honestly? I think she's weak, cheap, hittable, and trampy. My kind of ginger!"
Demi in triangle-cut pattern bikini; long black hair straight/loose down to her butt; black gloves. Bella coming in noticeably curvier than usual, explaining "We're both strength-fighters so I don't want to spot her any pounds. She's big so I have to come in big too. And it’s not like it won’t help against Lizzie, Brie and ‘Lettra" Bella in white monkini; white gloves; shoulder length strawberry blonde hair loose n' tangly.
R1: Bella marching, curling into an overhand right, back with a lusty hook to rib - Demi covered up tight, counters off the block, catches chin a tight hook - it's ON! Toe to toe, girls taking turns with furious whacks, belting each other flush in the ribcage, turning on right hands inside to chins. Rose starts it to the tits, pumping up into the offending bra, crowding her little body into Thorne to budge her backwards. Bella back to her opponent's jugs with similar tight, scrubbing delivery, carrying into Rose to bump her back - it's just senseless pushing&punching. Down the stretch, Demi gives a little step to the right, pulls a tight hook across Bella’s cleavage, steps right again - she's got her blonde turning, taking punches. At the bell, Rose with a series of compact, well turned lefts and rights, peppers Thorne tummy&tits, ‘Merican covered up and taking. Demi hooting with glee, bumping chests with Bell;a, taunting her: she's just won the first round of this fight.
R2&3: Bella straightening out the right hand a little, pounding it off Demi’s face flush, busty Brit often pre-empted, squinting with a spanked expression into the impact as her own right hand misses. Sluggers winging on the outside, hope to land hard, then jiggle in close and outwork the opposition. Heads targeted in the ballistic free-for-all midring: tummies&tit’s the choice when bodies struggle in close at the ropes. Thorne getting the better of it inside and out--round finishes up with her helping herself to Rose’s bra with meanspirited pumping rights. Heartpounding action continues into the third, curvy jigglers swinging lusty, staggering around with over-swings, piling into each other and muscling the opponent strong to the ropes. Bella found a serviceable right to the face last round, Demi takes it away with a rigid forward guard, then bumps her forearms to drive the fight ropeside. Chugging lefts and rights have Rose wincing, reaching up high on Thorne to tie her up. Bella with her right cheek on Demi’s cranium, hands just pumping away mindlessly to the offending belly at the bell. Ref tugs ‘em apart: heaving racks, flashing eyes--girls bringing out the best in one another once again
R4 Demi dekes the right hand, lands the stubby right hand, reloads and wedges it between Bella’s mitts to bang back head AGAIN--blonde backpedaling, looking rocked, Rose gets a little bullying done this round--placing the right to the body as well as the face, riding her left around Throne’s wait and plugging righty to rack. Good mauling stuff at the ropes, Demi controlling the Wrap and working her over fairly consistently. Bella lumping up nicely, dropping her first round to Rose in a while.
R5: Bella hurts Demi with right hands, pounding away to jaw as brunette blunders recklessly forward - Thorne able to shove Rose upright, body her back and go to town on those mouthwatering melons! Bella treating herself to great heaping mittfuls of jug, swabbing away in close with that swishing side to side motion and DEMI WON'T HAVE IT! Thorne stunned, but trudging into Rose - hectic, bashing back and forth sees both women slip into a punch-numb stupor. Bella scrubs her way into Demi's rack, bumping her Brit flat - then Rose wades in, backing Thorne up - then it's America's turn. Girls fall in together, getting sloppy late as furious pace, ruinous punishment adds up - both lifting repeat right hands into struggling tummies while laying in mouth-on-shoulder.
R6: Bella hurts Demi with blunt right hands on the ear, then a walking barrage of lefts and rights to the head, driving brunette into ropes. Thorne riding her guard onto Rose and smearing her sideways, then packing leather into tender gut, juicy jug, shiny flank. Bella piling her body onto Demi to smother the receipts, slugging then crowding in a wriggling blonde blanket attack. Rose reaching under Thorne's arms and easing her off, then punching in the body crude right hands - no science at all as curvy vixens plug away. Bella in a groove late - head down, shoulders rotating - she's just pumping up into Rose's pudgy paunch. Demi drooping, arms around Bella’s waist, mouth open in silent protest and ROSE GOES DOWN! Demi on all fours, wheezing with punishment - Bella in the corner, shouting "GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE LAMBO!" as ref moves in. During the interval, JMD champion Elettra Lamborghini in the VIP section, vaults the guardrail to hit the sand around the ring cupping&shaking her breasts and swaying her hips at her would-be challenger until security can get her back to her seat!
R7: Battered vixens stagger to midring, fall in together, then bump and slug at close quarters. Face blank, all autopilot slugging - tummies and tits on sale as girls bash away mindless. Demi getting the better of it toe-to-toe, steadily forcing Bella to ropes, but blonde never giving in, keeping her head in close to Rose and hoisting punches into that offending British midsection. Down the stretch: all jug, all the time, back and forth. Mouths hang open, eyelashes flutter as first Demi, then Bella takes her turn shrugging short lefts and rights to opponent's bulge. Bell - neither girl aware - they're still mashing melon when ref finally pries 'em apart.
R8: Demi pouring forward in shambling crouch, arms crossed against her body; Bella stumbling back, trying to walk brunette onto harm, but timing is gone. Rose able to collapse distance without paying the tax: she’s getting on Thorne rapidly, causing a general collapse in the American front.. Bella backing up, looking shopworn, rushed--she’s startled by punches clanging off her temples, or sides of her neck--often punched off balance by Demi’s fury. Rose surging forward now, in her rhythm: teeth bared, stubby arms chopping and churning as she takes sand away from wilting Thorne. Down the stretch, Bella stunned by a right hand on her jaw: she straightens, backs away blinking ; Demi steps in with a wide, gathering hook and a RAMMING straight right hand to mouth, punching blonde head back, Thorne stuporous--topples backward, sits down with her back to ropes: she’s all lumped up and dizzy, trying to push off her rump with palms pressing on sand, No good--poor Bella numb, used up--she sits down for the whole ten, leaving Demi the panting KO8 victrix.
After: Hard fought slugfest typical of these two: Demi proving resolute, coming off the sand to stop a very heavy handed Bella. De-gloved, Rose scampers across sand, jumps onto Thorne's back, laughing as she stumbles around in confusion, then augurs-in to the sand. Demi quickly mounting - her knees digging into sand either side of Bella's body, wrestling blonde onto her back, then crushing down upon her jug-on-face.
Bella's a strong little towhead, threatened by jug, she reaches her left arm up and across, turning herself to the side. Demi forced to shift weight, using her left arm to prevent Thorne from bellying-down, and slowly wrestling American onto her back. Again, Rose flows forward for smother: Bella reaches her right arm up and across, turning over to her left side. Demi using her right arm around Thorne's neck to twist her back down, then pouring on the jug. That's the way of it - Bella writhing side to side, feet kicking at sand, hips gulping and bucking. Demi heavy atop her girl, strong and relentless: she just keeps wrestling Thorne down, then applying jug - slowly extinguishing new blonde's gallant efforts. Bella eventually used up: Demi gets the jugs on strong, wrapping her arms around the offending head and grabbing her own shoulders. Rose grinning big - damp hair dangling down as Thorne's movement grows sluggish from jug-shock.
