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25 September 2015 Catherine Bell vs Sophie Howard

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OFFICIAL SSB PPB (JMDD BOUT)

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on September 25, 2015, 5:02 pm

Catherine Bell versus Sophie Howard (JMDD) by Lookout & simgrrl
Bell (47 y/o, 5'10”, 140#, 36D) v Sophie Howard (32 y/o, 5'8”, 135#, 32F)

Howard's 32F bosom will be an inviting (and probably unmissable) target for Bell, no stranger to bra busting battles. The way her career has been in freefall the past year and a half, everyone things Bell won't hesitate to use whatever tactics she has to use to get a badly needed win and get her career back on track. And in Howard, Bell appears to have the perfect opponent to put her on that track.

Career wise, Howard is 4-11 in only 15 fights. While her 4 wins have been by KO, so have all 11 of her losses! In other words, at the age of 32, Sophie Howard has NEVER finished any fight upright - either as a winner or loser! To compare Howard's career of fifteen fights against Bell's LAST fifteen (at ages 46 & 47) Bell has finished upright in TWO MORE fights than Howard!

Still, Howard is a “huge” BBU favorite. BBU's unofficial slogan is “home of busty models” who everyone knows are a glut on the UK market. This is a federation where all the 'big busters' are committed to do whatever they must in an effort to stay relevant in the 'dog eat dog' world of UK Celebrity Boxing!

Gina Wild is Howard's (Lioness Club) trainer along with her fellow Lioness welterweight Alex Curran working her corner! Bell, as so often happens lately, is not being supported by her “Academy” stable and has resorted to picking up a couple of girls from a local gym to act as her seconds. Not that it will matter much. By the time those two amateur seconds figure out which is the towel and which is the sponge, Bell will likely have put paid to Howard's evening. Then the fun can commence!

Howard in the same black lace bikini top and boy-cut panties, black shoes with red gloves she wore when she defeated the same Michelle Marsh who last month whipped Cat Bell! Bell traveling light, not bringing an entire wardrobe with her - not that bras and panties weigh much - but she's chosen a new bra-pantie ensemble from the same designer who did her outfit for her match with Michelle Marsh (the one that was either lost or stolen in the unfortunate postfight debacle which was televised).

Prefight chest-to-chest bumping almost de rigueur at these JMDD events goes Howard's way (if one can judge these things by the audience reaction!) And the tale of the tape has Howard as the overwhelming favorite in the all important “cup” metric. Bell looking unconcerned as she glances down at Howard's heavyweights, and one can almost read her thoughts (“Big, soft, targets”).
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During R1: Wily veteran Bell dominating the action early behind her stiff left jab that keeps Howard on her heels; following it up with hard rights to the pectoral region. Howard seems lost at times as the far more experienced British-born actress is easily able to dictate the pace of action. Howard looking to be a bit intimidated by Bell, who is likely the most famous woman Sophie's ever faced in the ring... or maybe anywhere! Bell and Howard both targeting the others “targets” and landing with distressing regularity. Fans ringside “oohing” and “aahing” with every thumping impact of leather on soft, unprotected, fleshy orb. Bell uptempos in the closing minute, showing veteran guile as she wraps Howard in a one arm bearhug and pummels puppy with the other hand; then after the referee orders a break, she switches sides and hammers Howard with the other hand. Bell: Sophie teary-eyed as she winces back to her corner, finally knowing what it's like to be in the ring with a former FCBA world champion as Cat wins the round on points.

R2: Gina Wild in Howard's corner dispensing sage advice, like “keep yer left in Bell's face” and showing her with her own fist pushed in under Howard's hulking hooters how to, “dig into 'er meat 'n' twist yur wrist” all the while Alex Curran is trying to convince Sophie, “The old bat's got nothing, hon. What're ya waitin' for...smack 'er in the mush, luv. Gor Blimey!”
Bell bent over sucking oxygen in her corner while a teenage brunette gently dabs the sweat from her forehead with a small, worn, white piece of terrycloth and her sister keeps apologizing to Bell for forgetting to bring the water bottle from the locker room. “I coulda swore I put it'n the bag with yor bifocals.” Cat just glares at them and rues the day she ever stabbed Theron in the back during the Wizzard's Challenge. Ever since that day, her careers been in the toilet.
Bell: Cat on her feet, stepping out lively, pumping her left back into Sophie's dumb face and circling behind it, chopping her right into Howard's heavyweight bulging bra at every opportunity. “Maybe it is time to hang 'em up,” Cat thinks as she feels Sophie's soft pillow of flesh mold itself around her glove. Bell is shocked to feel the smack of Howard's own right fist on her right breast and she lets out a small gasp of pain, then quickly turns into a left hook that rattles Sophie's cage. “Gotta keep my mind on the fight,” Cat thinks, shaking herself back to the moment. WHAM! BAM! The two busty brawlers exchange rights to the chest and then each steps back grimacing. Sophie looks at Cat and gives her a big grin, then gestures “come on” with her gloves. Cat, taken aback by the brunette's brazen challenge, steps up and pops Sophie in the face with her left, then turns her hips into a 'go home' right hand labeled for Howard's chin!
At the same time, Howard is bending low to unleash a right uppercut of her own. Cat ends up so close to Howard that her punch sails over Sophie's left shoulder, while Howard's uppercut toward Cat's bra lands instead ends in Bell's groin! Cat grunts as she doubles over, the referee quickly stepping in to warn the Brit for a “low blow” then deducts a point. Bell gets far too little time to recover before the ref restarts the fight. Sophie recalls how an inadvertant elbow gained her an advantage against Michelle Marsh and hopes this accident may have a similar benefit.
Sophie wades in her flashing fists piston-punching Cat's belly, forcing her back step by step until Cat's trapped against the ropes. Sophie's in a rhythm now, both fists hammering away at the old actresses mid-section. Then Sophie tries another uppercut and this time, Cat takes if flush on the left breast. Sophie hears her squeak of pain just before Bell throws herself on Howard to clinch, hugging her tightly with her head on Sophie's shoulder.
Howard straight arms Bell's shoulders, shoving her back against the ropes, then hammers away at her nearly half-century old mid-section once more. Bell wilting under the blows, reaching to clinch, leaving herself vulnerable to another uppercut, this one catching her flush on the chin! Cat's knees buckle and she wobbles, grabbing Howard by the biceps before slowly sliding down to her knees. The crowd on their feet screaming as Howard looks momentarily shocked at the sight, then blinks and hurries to a neutral corner. Bell, using the ropes for support, up at seven, but clearly hurt. Ref gives her a cursory once-over before waving Sophie over and telling her, “Get back to work!”
Final thirty seconds is all Sophie Howard as she smashes and bashes away at Bell's belly and torso, working on whichever part of her throbbing anatomy Bell is unable to protect at any moment. The last ten seconds sees Bell trapped in her own corner, two wide-eyed teenage fans staring up open-mouthed in stunned disbelief as their heroine is being whipped by this “nobody” from pillar to post. Cat's just sliding down the turnbuckles when the bell sounds and one of the sisters things quick enough to wedge her stool under her butt before she drops to the canvas. Sophie wins round on points (wide)
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R3: Sophie wins by a knockout in minute two when Cat can't beat the count.

Bell's “seconds” turn out to be more like 'factory seconds' as they natter back and forth between themselves, arguing what to do while Cat slumps forward on her stool, elbows on her knees, head bowed, trying to catch her breath and remember where she is and why. One sister suggests they leave for 'the club' now, so they can get there before the 'after party' starts. The younger argues they should stay... and order a couple of pizzas delivered to Bell's dressing room. “We can put them on her AmEx card,” she whines. “The old cow won't know what happened anyway.” Neither has a thought to saving what is - obviously to them - already a lost cause!
Apparently they're right! At the bell, Sophie charges across the ring and lights into Bell who is barely able to rise from her stool. Howard resumes right where she left off in round two, uppercutting both of Cat's big, soft, overmatched hooters, slamming her back into her corner; shoulders arched back onto the turnbuckle, her legs spread on either side of the stool that her incompetent seconds had forgotten to remove from the ring at the bell!
As the sisters watch in awe Sophie Howard's “jumpin' juggs” bouncing and swaying wildly as she heaves punch after punch after punch into Bell's slumping body. They exchange a look and the younger one says, “Yer right sis... we're off to the club.”
They desert their post, leaving Bell sagging with her right arm draped uselessly over the middle rope and her left pulled across her otherwise defenseless bosom.
Howard has the 'whip hand' and doesn't relinquish it! Bell never recovers...finally wilting in a heap on her butt leaning back on the ropes before the two minute mark of the round. As the referee pulls Sophie away, Cat slowly folds forward onto her knees, then as her arms are unable to support her weight and spread outward, she slowly goes face down on the canvas; her arms/legs indicating the four points of the compass!
Howard looming over her with a big grin on her face, spits her mouthpiece onto Cat's butt, then turns to strut back to her corner. The referee takes one look and decides not to bother counting - which would be surpurflous and throws up his arms and stalks away, muttering in disgust about finding a “legitimate job in 'real' boxing” ... leaving Howard and her “girls” to do their thing.
Sophie Howard wins a surprisingly easy KO3 victory over Cat Bell!

After: JMDD, of course! Howard and Curran both eager to get their “hands” on Bell - albeit for different reasons. Neither will be disappointed as Cat is still starfished on her chest. Howard ditches her gloves and she and Alex claim their prize!

In retrospect, Bell calling out Sophie Howard after whipping Jaye Jacobs proves to be ill-advised and huge mistake... because moments after Howard and Curran each finish “jugging” Bell, waking her than “jugging” her once more and leave the ring to a standing ovation, two more opportunists arrive to get their own.

Catherine Zeta-Jones and Liz Hurley climb into the ring to reprise their previous jugg muggery of Bell - the performance widely seen (and critically acclaimed) throughout the UK after what had come to be known in British broadcasting as 'The Great Michelle Marsh Fiasco!'

CZJ and Hurley are joined by several other “big bust” models of their acquaintance and each gets her own turn performing the obligatory “breast smother” on the aging Bell - who never really is aware of where she is; of what is happening to her; or even why!

Once they've all partaken of Bell's face, several pick her limp body up, heave her onto their shoulders, then they carry her unconscious down the aisle like pallbearers at a funeral. The procession continues through the lobby, out into the parking lot, and finally up the stairs of the the big bust model's mobile lounge... “The Juggmobile.”

The door closes with a soft, WHUMP; the diesel motor chugs to life; and the bus rumbles off into the darkness bearing Cat Bell, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Liz Hurley - and a bevy of buxom British Isles beauties.

NOTE: Cat Bell hasn't been seen - nor heard from - since, and concern is growing hourly as to her whereabouts - and her fate! The only hint so far is an unsubstantiated Internet story that an email was received by Ginny's Academy demanding payment of a ransom for Cat's return. When we called The Academy, Charlize Theron answered and told us Ginny was “unavailable.”

In reply to our inquiry, Ms. Theron told us, “There is no truth to any rumor that claims The Academy will pay a ransom to get Bell back.” Adding with a sly chuckle, “You can quote me on that!”

THE END ... of Cat Bell's career at Ginny's Academy.