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30 December 2015 Sophia Bush vs Jenna Louise Coleman

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on December 30, 2015, 11:04 am

 

Sophia Bush versus Jenna Louise Coleman
(Jugs of Mass Destruction Bout)
(Words: ABC (mostly) & Lookout! / Results: Lookout!)

 

Pre-fight: Sometimes fighters respect each other. Hell, sometimes fighters manage to like each other. But either way, they can often at least tolerate each other. That is certainly not the case with the following JMD bout.

Since signing with new stable Alpha Boxing Club, their golden girl Sophia Bush has attracted a lot of attention from (and given plenty to) Lookout! Boxing’s gorgeous Jenna-Louise Coleman. The two have been involved in a much publicized war of words the last two months and there is absolutely no doubt whatsoever over how these two feel about the other. Sophia and Jenna deftly hate their fellow fighter. And tonight is the instant result of this burgeoning rivalry; a Jugs of Mass Destruction bout, for at the very least, intense bragging rights.

“This is it!” Sophia exclaims excitedly, clearly confident before the bout. “I’ve been waiting two months for this chance to shut that chubby chipmunk up. I really can’t wait. Those jugs are going to be all mine. I’ll admit there’s a lot of jug there to mug, but my goodness I’m going to make sure I mug every single inch. Say goodbye to them, ugmopotamus! They’re going to be history very shortly! You’re plenty ugly and saggy now, but just you wait for what I make of you tonight!”

“This is the moment I've absolutely been waiting for!” Jenna says coolly, hands on her hips as she emphasizes her cleavage, “Ever since Sophia the Skank showed up in this league, I've been looking forward to making sure that pig shuts her mouth. Sophia is SO proud of those udders of hers, but I'm going to punish them and make sure that she knows she has absolutely NOTHING to be proud of. I've given her every change in the freaking world to back out gracefully, but we're here now and she is going to regret it. Those soft, weak boobs of hers are going to be mine tonight and the worst thing for her is that she can't do a thing about it! All mine, bytch.”

Round 1: Before fists are even raised, the lovely boxers meet at centre-ring to touch gloves, though they touch a little more than that. Each pair of delectable breasts press firmly against the other as they stare down their foe, standing toe to toe, jug to jug. Both sets look magnificent in their lycra tops, material stretched out tight by firm bosom, and it is sad to think that one of these perky pairs is going to be reduced to rubble by the time we’re done tonight. Sophia is garbed in Christmas red lycra shorts and a festive red bow that boldly holds her JMDs in place, while Jenna-Louise sports Tardis blue lycra shorts and white top with Tardis blue trim. Sophia and Jenna circle each other, glaring with cruel intent, trying to psych their rival out before any swings are even attempted. Jenna jumps in first with a hook, hunting jug right off the bat, which Sophia blocks. And Bush counters with a sharp jab to Jenna’s chin, popping her head back and giving Sophia then a chance to launch a heavy right hook that SLAMS into Jenna’s firm left breast, mushrooming the orb around Bush’s glove. Sophia grinning, Jenna grimacing, but soon growling with a reply of her own that hammers into Sophia’s right jug, crushing the orb. Both women obviously feeling those blows and this is already set to be a destruction derby given the force these two gorgeous brawlers have behind their gloves. Jenna trying to whack away at Sophia’s jugs, but Bush guarding well and moving cleverly, even opening up space for a couple of cheeky jabs to Jenna’s jawline. Not troubling Coleman too much, but keeping her on guard and unable to really attack too strongly. Then, Sophia launches into a right uppercut that lifts Jenna’s left jug into the sky. Jenna wincing after that one, large breast bouncing wildly about her chest. Sophia tries to capitalize and searches for more heaving jug, but Jenna is wisely protecting her bouncing bosom. Sophia goes to plan B, jabbing Jenna’s cute face with a left-right-left combo that dazes the Brit and has her backpedalling. Sophia chases, but Jenna steps into a counter and rocks Bush with an uppercut under her right jug. Bush’s face showing pain, but her left hook is still in working order and Jenna takes a whack to her beautiful right cheek that seems to have stung her. Both gorgeous women taking seats gratefully after the first, and if this pace keeps up, fans are in for a real treat.

Round 2:
Jenna clearly took notes on Sophia’s JMD debut against Sigler, because she is targeting that right jug that may have only just healed up. With a high right hook to lift Sophia’s guard, Jenna whacks her left fist around in a devastating hook to Bush’s right orb, wobbling the mound about painfully. Jenna follows with a straight right and that jug is CRUSHED! Sophia audibly shouting in pain and hatefully replying with a left uppercut that pounds Jenna’s right jug almost to her chin. Gravity cruelly drops Jenna’s orb into a bounce and she looks pained, doubly so as Sophia now follows with a right hook that blasts the right jug outwards, sending Jenna on a staggering trip towards the ropes. Sophia presses, but is surprised as Jenna quickly snaps back at an incoming Bush with a jab to pretty nose, jolting her head back and arching her back to present lovely full bosom for Coleman to crunch gloves into on either side of both jug, grinding them horrifically together. And another scream is earned from Sophia’s trembling lips. But that isn’t enough for Jenna who then rips a right uppercut to Sophia’s tender right jug, and the orb is lit up! Sophia’s jaw dropping as she clutches at wounded tit, glassy gaze staring at nothing as she staggers towards her corner as if knowing the bell is only seconds away. Jenna with a smirk as they take their seats, loving that pained look in Sophia’s eye and autonomous clutching of softened jug.

Round 3:
Both honeys opening with simultaneous crosses to opposing right jugs, but it’s Sophia’s looking sadder and her recovery is slower, Jenna getting the next left hook that rams outer of right jug and drops a tear down Sophia’s lovely cheek. Jenna seems to have the momentum and she uses it, chugging away with underhooks that pepper Sophia’s fit midriff and bunches up sloshing jugs. Sophia trying to cover and Jenna takes that lovely left cheek with a killer right cross that blasts Sophia into the ropes. Jenna with more rising hooks, mostly lefts focusing on that flopping right jug. Sophia looking pained, desperately trying to cover and again Jenna slams a cross through that left cheek and it is showing a little bruising now. Jenna going to work at will, intent on damaging face, tummy and jug all in one round. Sophia, maybe forgetting this is a JMD bout, starts to focus guard on that lovely face before it’s battered too much, and Jenna gladly slams straights that rock her wobbling right jug, a large nasty bruise starting to form. A big overhand slams down onto Bush’s big jug with a meaty slap and it bounces down hard against her tummy, bringing about ‘oooh’s from the audience. Sophia slumps into her corner after three, looking rather miserable. Jenna looks happy. Sinister, but happy.

Round 4:
Sophia looked hurt at the end of the third, but she starts the fourth mostly just looking angry. Her hatred is channelled effectively right away as she slams a right glove straight into Jenna’s pretty nose, crunching it as her guard holds a little lower, expecting jug. Jenna’s head is snapped back only to return forward into another straight that smacks her right eye and now the guard is forced up, with Sophia digging into an uppercut that crushes Jenna’s left jug between Sophia’s right glove and Coleman’s own elbow. Jenna is wincing and struggling as Sophia opens up with multiple hooks on both jugs, battering them about her chest at will. Jenna tries to cover, but Sophia just bats her gloves away and continues, slamming fist after fist into Jenna’s proud jugs, softening the mounds and bringing about some bruising. Sophia’s rising hooks chugging away at Jenna’s underboob, bunching her jugs up and causing lots of visible grief. The Brit looks shocked, panicked, and is stumbling about in a jug-mugging stupor as Bush hammers those lovely orbs, wanting pancakes. Jenna hugging jugs teary-eyed as she stumbles into her corner at the end of the round, missing her stool at first and needing a little help. The jugs are drooping and so is Jenna’s bottom lip. She’s not happy now.

Round 5:
Sophia looking supremely confident, wanting to toy with Jenna. Blowing her a mocking kiss as she leaves her corner and bounces her jugs in her hands in threatening fashion. Sophia’s eyes light up as she wades towards those bruised jugs, and BAM! Sophia’s left eye is suddenly slammed by Jenna’s lightning quick overhand! Bush never saw it coming, and now she may struggle to see much out of that eye for a while. Jenna rips a left hook against right jug and then another right cross that pounds that cheek and Sophia’s left eye is definitely blackened. Sophia is in pain, hands up, worried about that closing eye, and that’s only an invitation to Jenna, who goes the speed-bag route on Sophia’s jugs. The lovely targets are being battered at pace here and Sophia is doing much more involuntary bouncing than she’d be liking. Sophia is not coping well, lolling back against the ropes, jugs flailing wildly, lovely legs starting to wobble. Those jugs are bouncing furiously with the rapid strikes and we wouldn’t bank on the ref interfering here if needed because he seems to be as mesmerized as the audience with the flopping puppies. Jenna, probably choosing not to tire herself out with extra speed-bagging, pauses, steps back, and leans into a devastating right uppercut that careens Sophia’s right jug straight up from underneath. Sophia’s eyes leaking tears of agony, jug flopping about miserably, and you can hear Sophia’s fan contingent weep a little at that shot. The bell saves Sophia from anything more and she is buried in the ropes, not even sure where her corner is. That swelling left eye won’t be helping her find her corner, but she needs to get there and find a way to help that jug. Is it just us or is it a different shape to the other now?

Round 6:
Sophia’s cutman doing his best in between rounds, but Sophia is largely looking out her right eye now, and Jenna, being a little clever, holds herself off to Sophia’s left as much as possible. Sophia content with testing jabs, trying to work out her vision, while Jenna pops hooks to Sophia’s left ribs and outer left jug. Bush wincing, but pushing through and absorbs a bit before twisting heavily into a right cross that takes Jenna by surprise! Coleman’s pretty left cheek is smacked hard and she is snapped off to her right. Sophia chases, feet shuffling so she can open up on Jenna with her good eye, and she starts launching into Coleman’s left jug with a devastating mix of uppercuts and straights. And then Sophia slams both fists against the outer of each jug and crunches them together painfully. Jenna’s whole body stiffens and she screams out, hunching to cover jug. Sophia happily digs into an uppercut that blasts into JLC’s pretty face and Coleman is dropped hard to the mat! Jenna bleeding from the lip as she staggers boldly back up to her feet. Sophia wants to finish her now, but Jenna is turtling, trying to keep herself standing. Sophia lands more rising hooks to Jenna’s sloshing jugs and the Brit is clearly pained and a little dizzy as she takes a seat after the sixth. An amazing effort by Jenna to get straight back from that blast to the face and this beauty clearly has the heart of a warrior. Sadly, the face to match after those last few killer shots from her rival.

Round 7:
Both beauties looking exhausted and battered now, but their equal desire to demolish the other pushes each onwards. Each set of jiggling jugs takes a beating now as each buxom boxer sets her sights on finishing her foe and ruining her rival’s jugs as promised in the build-up to this brutal JMD battle. Sophia slams a hook into Jenna’s right orb, only to have her own right breast blasted in return, and this exchange continues for some time until both women are sluggishly slamming gloved fists into sad, flopping mammaries. Sophia’s right jug is hanging low, soft, bruised and lumpy, and she finally tries to change the subject, whacking a desperate right up high that opens up some skin above Jenna’s left eye and halts her jug-mugging for a moment. Sophia keeps the fists popping up high and Jenna’s lip is puffing up horribly, her eyes starting to glaze as she is dazed, her head swimming. The bell comes to relieve both fighters and they exhaustedly take seats, an absolute testament to each that they are even willing to return after the beating both have taken over the first seven rounds.

Round 8:
Sophia’s guard starts around that uglied right jug, and Jenna notices, getting the first lick in that smacks a glove into Bush’s already swollen eye. Bush shrieks on that one, the eye a major problem now and Jenna takes now open right jug, ready to live up to her pre-fight promises. With a heavy uppercut to underboob, Sophia screams out in pain and her lovely stems give out, collapsing her to the mat. Bush is cuddling bruised, drooping right jug, and bravely trying to stand. We wouldn’t blame her for staying down, but she’s not giving her rival the satisfaction. Bush finds wobbly legs just before the count finishes, and she’s allowed to continue, much to the crowd’s delight. They haven’t had enough of this yet, and how could you? Sophia comes in with a lazy hook to Jenna’s jug and Coleman is happy enough to absorb, opening up Bush’s middle and BAM! Jenna slams a fist deep into Sophia’s tummy that jelly’s it and stops her dead in her tracks. Coleman’s eyes light up when she spots open, heaving right mound, and she slams left glove up form under and right glove down from over, and flattens soft jug between both gloves. Sophia is in screaming sobs and the crowd have lost their minds. So has Jenna it seems, as she mercilessly grinds her fists hard towards each other, mincing Sophia’s poor jug between her gloves, and she isn’t stopping. Sophia looks nothing like the beauty that entered this ring. Left eye closed, cheek swollen and bruised, and now right jug barely recognizable AS jug. She seems to be hyperventilating, slumped against the turnbuckle as she is manhandled, her arms falling limply away, tears falling even harder. And finally the ref steps in. There is no way he is letting Sophia take anymore of this! Jenna is fought away by the zebra with great effort and Sophia is allowed to collapse on her lovely butt in the corner, shaking as she hugs damaged jug, swollen and bruised face holding a look of absolute despair. Jenna-Louise Coleman wins via TKO8!

Post-fight:
The ref pulling Jenna away from a battered Bush, but she shrugs free after the outcome is declared and storms over to Sophia, with Coleman standing over her foe and just bellowing down at her. Jenna Louise Coleman is exuberant, fist pumping into the air as she just bounces around the ring, leaving Sophia for a moment as she waves to the crowd, cheering and leaning over the ropes a bit so that they can get a good look at her superior cleavage, just drinking in the moment and the chanting of the crowd, who are alternately clapping and cheering, “J-M-D” and J-L-C.” Jenna struts over to where several shocked and outraged members of the Alpha Boxing Club were looking up at her, clearly furious as Jenna waves at them all and calls down to them, “Merry Christmas, bytches.” Then, pointing to each one of them in turn she says, “Ho, Ho, and Ho...” Index finger pointed to Rachael Leigh Cook, Briana Evigan and trainer Alyssa Milano, lingering on Alyssa Milano for an additional moment as she sticks out her tongue. Jenna exchanges a glare with each of them, but Alyssa especially and then bounces back over to Sophia Bush, who has made her way to her feet.

“You can run, Soph, but you can't hide – we're not finished yet!” as Coleman pounces forward, going to immediately drive a thigh up into Bush's abused abs to double her over. Air rushing past her lips as she folds over Coleman's leg, then Jenna wraps her up in a bearhug as Sophia winces, their breasts pancaking against one another as she pulls her in close and taunts right into her ear, “My jugs stopped your jugs, bytch. Whose are better, huh?” Sophia shakes her head and her stablemates look to intervene, but the referees keep them outside as Jenna gives a big, punishing hug to Sophia as their cleavage presses together. A loud moan escapes Jenna's lips and a yelp from Sophia as she goes to release the bearhug, with Jenna snarling, “We both know mine are better, pig, but maybe you need a better look!”

Sophia manages a defiant, “No – I freaking don't, you fugly sl...” before Jenna cuts her off, planting her feet and twisting to take Sophia off of her feet to SLAM her down to the canvas, air knocked out of her and boobs bouncing painfully as she sprawls on her back, gulping in precious breath. Sophia goes to roll to her side as she cradles her battered jugs and groans out, but Jenna-Louise nudges her towards her back to step over her as she drops her butt down HARD onto Sophia's bruised boobs as Sophia screams in agony. Jenna licks her lips, bouncing up and down a few times as she listens to Sophia burst into tears a bit, just moaning out in agony as she then leans forward to display mock concern, “There, there, Sophia, Jenna is here to watch out for you. Come here...” as she goes to wrap Bush up for a hug. Sophia is shaking her head back and forth frantically, pleading slightly to try to prevent the smothering that is to come but there is no mercy forthcoming – only jug.

Jenna's jugs envelop Sophia's face, just drawing her in tightly and curling her biceps around her head, cupping her face into her sweaty, slick and admittedly sore breasts, but there is no salve quite like victory over a hated rival and getting to humiliate her afterwards is one of the best rewards that can make all of the pain go away. For the moment anyway. Later tonight might be a different story, but right now, smothering out Sophia, Jenna felt like she was on top of the world. Grinding her cleavage back and forth as she whispered into Sophia’s ear, “I know I said I would tell you who the mole is as I was knocking your sorry ass out, but I'm not going to. Spoilers, sl*t. I think it's enough for you to know that your stable already knows that I'm better and now, so does everybody freaking else. Whose jugs are better, Soph? If you want me to let you go, all you have to do is say it. C'mon...”

Jenna-Louise played a little game of catch-and-release with Sophia, continually smothering and scrubbing her sweaty tits across Bush's bright red face, then allowing her to breathe as she continued to question her about who had the better jugs. Sophia was defiant at first, cursing and emphatically telling Jenna that hers were better, but repeated smothering sessions appeared to take their toll on Sophia as she became less defiant and more incoherent, clearly suffering the effects of jug-shock. Jenna smirked, just licking her lips as she called for a microphone, which a referee produced, along with an additional item that Jenna had provided prior to the match. The crowd didn't get a good look at it, but they would later.

Jenna held up the microphone to her cleavage so that the crowd could get a good listen to the muffled moans and sobbing from Sophia, now amplified as Jenna smirked, “Who is the freaking chipmunk now? Can't get enough of my bountiful boobs to store up for the cold winter months, huh? Just tell me my boobs are better and this can ALL be over.” Jenna peeled her pair backwards off of her foe's sweaty, shocked face as she asked again, “Whose jugs stopped your jugs, huh, you chubby, gross bytch?” Holding the microphone up to Sophia's lips, she laughed as she finally heard Sophia cry out, “Yours did.” and an affirmative answer was sobbed out at once when questioned about “Whose jugs are better?” as Jenna laughed, “That'll do, pig.” and then went to get up off of Sophia.

Bush moaned out in relief as she hugged her jugs and gulped in air, just looking up at a cocky Jenna Louise, who then held up the microphone as she said, “Ooops – I forgot! One last thing..” as Sophia shook her head back and forth frantically, “It's Christmas and what would it be without a little freaking mistletoe....” as Sophia held up a little green sprig of mistletoe over her head and then knelt down by Sophia's red face. Bush tried to sit up immediately, but Jenna leaned forward to lower her cleavage down into Sophia's glistening features as she moaned out at once. Jenna shook her cleavage back and forth as she giggled, boobs swaying in front of Sophia's vision, “Are you sorry for all of the mean things that you said about my tits, Sophia?” Sophia nodded desperately as Jenna smirked, “Not yet you're not – I think you need to apologize and give them a kiss.” Eyes widening, Sophia tried to escape, but Jenna held up the mistletoe, “Just give 'em a little kiss to make them feel all better.” Sophia struggled, head twisting as Jenna pulled her snugly in and Bush valiantly tried to avoid this fate as Jenna laughed, “Mistletoe is a tradition. Just give 'em a kiss.” Still, Sophia resisted, wildly kicking as her feet drummed along the canvas but finally, Jenna cooed out, “Was that so hard?” as it appears Sophia acquiesced, giving her jugs a kiss as Jenna beamed. Jenna scrubbed her cleavage back and forth for some extra kisses, but a few moments later, Sophia seemed to fall deep into sweet slumber as her body went limp and starfished under the dominant jugs of Jenna Louise Coleman. Holding the mistletoe up high, she leaned forward to give Sophia's tummy a soft kiss and a little lick as she grinned, then sat up as she pushed her way to her feet. Jenna planted her foot across Sophia's chest as she raised her fists up into the air, flexing her biceps and showing off as she called out the crowd, “Like I said, all mine!” and then stomps her foot down, with Sophia's body jerking as she's out cold and then Jenna struts out, leaving a defeated and dominated Sophia in her wake.

Later that night, Sophia gets a special delivery from Lookout! Boxing – as she is given a set of framed photo from the post-fight. A few, for example - one just showing Jenna hugging Sophia deeply into her cleavage in the middle of the ring and another of Coleman planting a sweet kiss on her tummy with mistletoe being held up above her head with the following enclosed and no doubt familiar poem:

Now sweet Sophia is nestled between Jenna's cleavage right where she belongs 
With visions of apologizing to Jenna for being SO wrong 
And Jenna in victory and Sophia in tears 
sobbed into Jenna's jugs for the best sleep she's had in years


And in an accompanying package, in Tardis blue wrapping paper with a bow, was a training bra, as promised, with the words emblazoned across the front, “Property of Jenna Louise Coleman.” with a little note attached, “I expect to see you wearing this out soon! When you are ready to get owned again, you know where to find me! Merry Christmas, Sophia! Xoxoxo JLC “ It was a very Merry Christmas for Jenna Louise Coleman, a blue Christmas for Sophia Bush and for the fans, a present worth opening with the first but clearly not last meeting between these two!

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