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7 November 2015 Ashley Benson vs Christina Ricci

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"WEEKEND JMD"

Posted by Lookout! Boxing & OddManOut on November 7, 2015, 8:12 am

Before: Having beaten new JMD champ Michelle Keegan in 2014, PLP’s resident towhead is making the claim she’s the one to bring the tiara back to the right side of the pond. Chrissy? "Oh, her--yeah, I'll have my warm taking her out. It sure beats stretching exercises to get me loosened up."

Ricci giving off a “seen it all before” vibe. “She’s soft. You don’t go JMD for the first time against Christina Ricci. I’ve got Dani-busting power, and I’ll dig the quit out of her.”

Pixie-cut Ricci in single-strap purple bikini, black gloves. Benson also with chin-length hair, and maybe trying to stake out Jessica Simpson’s old turf with the choice of her pink “Spring Breakers” bikini, black gloves.

R1: Sloppy slugging early, both girls lunging in with free-swinging haymakers. Blonde going up high, brunette going down low. Each fighter holding her own as tummies jiggle, jugs jump, buttocks tremble in the random free-for all. Down the stretch, Ashley doubles up a pawing jab out of the crouch, TAGGING Christina a firm right hand on the chin! Ricci clattering back on her heels, eyes wide and staring, Benson rushing forward; pancakes Chrissy against the ropes while tucking right hand deep to belly. Ashley on top, reaching under Ricci's grasping arms to chest her upright, then plowing away thrashing right/lefts amidships. Chrissy sobbing out, slugged back into the strands as her torso flops forward. Ashley pumping in a little extra insurance after the bell, ref pulls her away by right arm, giving her a warning-shake and finger-wag.

R2: Sloppiness continues - girls wrapping punches around one another's head/shoulders, dragging each other off balance for pumping punches to belly & breasts. Holding and hitting broken up by a busy ref: girls glaring, baring teeth as each just tries to out-brawl the other. Ashley competing - proving sturdy-strong in the clinch with Chrissy, walking the pixie-cut brunette around - even pushing Ricci into the ropes at times. Chrissy warned repeatedly for using a forearm brace against Ashley's tits to push-off when SHE'S on top at ropes...no evidence that Ricci’s even aware of ref's presence in a close-fought round.

R3: Ashley charging the mound, stampeding Chrissy to the ropes and going bell to bell on the smaller fighter. Romping JMD at its best, Benson pushing Ricci deep into the ropes with extended arms, then stepping in with gut wrenching rights, just packing in the punishment as Chrissy wilts. Nothing scientific about it: just a blonde stacking a brunette up and plunging right hands into creamy midriff, swiping rude right forearm across jug and jamming shock-rights to jaw. Chrissy all rag dolled, pressed and pounded--she’s woozy after 3 of the longest minutes of her life. Ashley grabs the ropes at the bell, bouncing their breasts together again and again: “JUST LIE BACK AND TAKE YOUR BEATDOWN” repeated over and over until the ref pulls her off.

R4: Funny thing happens on the way to the beat down. Chrissy meeting Ashley midring this time, girls fall in together behind right hands, come up wrestling and scrabbling on the inside--lots of rough tousle rubbing, pushing action. Ricci picking up Benson’s tummy, Ashley trying to push off and step in her hook to the waistline, with mixed success. Down the stretch, Benson with a clubbing series of short rights on the chin, compact lefts across the breasts manages to back Ashley up, spoiling Chrissy’s plans of tieing things up. Ricci’s chest heaving with defiance after the bell, Benson held back by the ref as tempers boil over at the bell.

R5: Slower pace, both girls hobbling slightly, cringing from throbbing tummies & tits. Chrissy breaks out a smart little jab, pawing it to Ashley's mouth, then turning it over into a stubby right hand, blonde girl clubbed into covering up, whereupon Ricci gets her shoulder into an armpit and levers her prey into the ropes, where she can enjoy her to the waist. Whacking waistline work loosens Benson up, has her stooping forward HURRT! Chrissy cleans up to jug with short-shrugging left/right uppercuts. Ashley whimpering, suffering as she stumbles forward: Ricci grins as she bunches up jug to the bell.

R6: Ashley forming earmuff, trying to regroup. Ricci won't have it. Chrissy crouching, weaving jabs, then lunging into a sweeping, sidearm, palm-down right that catches Benson across her mouth as she's leaning away. Vicious head-snapping, Ashley spun a quarter turn to her right, bouncing off the ropes, then jacknifing face-first to canvas. Benson sprawls on her belly, body and legs relaxing as she succumbs to Ricci's power punching. KO6 in gunslinging fashion - Christina Ricci!

After: Ashley hugging herself in her corner, still crying when Chrissy pushes her way in past PLP attendents to pull the blonde out of her corner. Ricci’s eyes alight as she reaches in under Benson’s arms, gently pulling them up and out to either side. Quick like a bunny, Chrissy lifts her right thigh, pumping the meat of her quad deep to Ashley’s trembling tummy. Benson gasping out, hugging her guts, tipping forward in shock: perfect positioning for the snug wrap-up of Ricci’s front choke. Chrissy with hard-working grunts, riding her left arm strong behind Ashley’s neck, left hand gripping right bicep; right hand cupping atop blonde girl’s head to clutch a fistful of damp, soft hair. Benson’s face pulled in snug: Ricci stamping slightly for balance, just managing Ashley’s weight. Chrissy beaming, resting her left cheek against blonde’s scalp, just letting her jugs get the work done. Benson’s hands on Ricci’s hips, clutching tight handfuls of purple bottoms in bitter resignations.

Ashley rendered groggy eventually, Chrissy lifting her arms and strutting away as poor Benson wilts to all fours,, used up. Ricci circling, basking in crowd adoration, then without looking down, she reaches her right fist into Ashley’s tangled locks, casually pulling her blonde in front of her, then slowly to her feet, reeling drowsily. Brunette on blonde again and again, Chrissy putting juuuust enough jug to render Benson senseless, then slowly, patiently hauling her up for more. On and on, finally, officials scramble to pull Ashley away from her tormentress, blonde girl bewildered, smother-drunk, hair in eyes, across her face as Ricci’s crowing, blowing kisses and waving “This is how JMD is done!!”