Michelle Keegan vs Jennette Mccurdy
(JMD Championship Bout)
(Words: Oddman / Results: Lookout!)

Before:  It’s a struggle of queen bees at Beever’s Babes, and it’s abundantly clear there will only be one survivor.  Constant squabbling, pushing, and outright catfighting in prefight leads to torn tank tops and disheveled hair: tempestuous little juggernauts can't keep their hands off each other. "She's going down," Michelle pants when she gets a chance to talk.  “I can’t wait to get those chubby cheeks of hers between my …..”  Blonde girl tackling her from stage right, eager to continue this conversation on the floor.
 
Keegan in her white bikini, white gloves, hair back in a serious battle bun.  Mccurdy enters unaccompanied this time, but when she doffs her robe in the corner, Mishy Williams support is made crystal clear!  Jennette is wearing Mishy’s old leopard print push-up with scarlet bottoms, white gloves, long loose blonde hair spread out over her back and breasts.
 
R1:   Girls quickly out to midring and slug away snarling. Classic JMD lack of defense, both leaving wide openings, Michelle capitalizing as she catches Jennette’s chin a few sturdy right crosses in pell-mell back-and-forth pitching. Mccurdys’ legs give a shimmy, backing away, Keegan rushing in with her guard up, running her forearms into challenger’s guard and stampeding the blonde to ropes. Michelle smudging Jennette sideways, then punching recklessly to body: tummy, rump and jug all buffeted as Mccurdy turtles up, covers her head and leans her right side into the ropes, Ref pushing seething Keegan back, but she’s right back on top with a leaning right hand smashing Jennette’s head aside. Michelle pushing in with her guard again, this time smearing her blonde to her left, exposing her right side: tummy, tits and rump all re-bumped as Keegan slugs away with hustling impunity. On and on like that, Mccurdy being bullied, shoved sideways and abused ‘til ref forcing breaks, Michelle wading back in with bared teeth. Round finishes up with Keegan working the Mccurdy rack with methodical, shrugging uppercuts, poor Jennette slumped forward in shock, hands at her temples, just sitting in the ropes as her breasts take a fearful pummeling. Bell: Keegan shoved back, hard feelings all around as queen bees vie for supremacy.

R2:  Jennette the aggressor, systematically going at Michelle to soften her, loosen her up. Keegan back-to-ropes, huddled in behind her mitts, slugging back short, muscular strokes, but hard-pressed. Mccurdy nicely disciplined, forcing the issue at close quarters. Now it’s Jennette pressing in with guard-and-head, pushing Keegan into the cables. Mccurdy pushing off the left foot to club left hands, pushing off the right for clubbing rights, dipping side to side to rake those babies across, bouncing mitts off British skull. Michelle sturdy, sponging it all up - she's back at Jennette with tight little uppercuts or hooks out of the guard, constantly bringing her hands back to her face, keeping elbows in to receive blonde's spirited leather. Good brisk back-and-forth spank - but Mccurdy going 19-to-the-dozen on Keegan, simply working her over, keeping her pinned down. At the bell Jennette lands a clouting right to Michelle's cheek, immediately leaning in to kiss the bruise before turning away on her heel, leaving her Brit open-mouthed and STEAMING at blatant American sauce.
 
R3:  Michelle out swinging for the fences, Jennette ducking under, letting the Brit lunge herself out of position. Mccurdy surging forward with short lefts and rights, scrubbing Keegan onto ropes, royal rump hits strands hard, but manages to bounce off and cram a beefy right hand to the pit of Jennette’s belly. Mccurdy unfazed, clubs Keegan a wide right to the chops and ties her up around her shoulder, then squirming inside to chug-a-chug-a that rack. Jennette all over Michelle’s jugs, hup-hup-hupping away to those bulging puppies, forcing a breathless clinch from the Champ. Shoulder butt shows Mish’s influence as Mccurdy spoils the tie-up: vastly improved blonde infighter able to bump a series of pumping lefts and rights to breadbasket to sit Keegan in the ropes. Jennette chugging to the jugs. Mccurdy digging to the midsection. Back up top, blonde girl bouncing uppercuts off Keegan’s forward guard or hooking her ear as the Queen sits hurt in the strands. Jennette mops up to the bell, Michelle managing moist clinches around her foe’s waist or head, but never really stopping the punishment completely as Mccurdy smears Keegan along the ropes.
 
R4:   Jennette with a good first minute, getting on Michelle again and scrubbing, but at the minute mark, the Queen shoves her off, steps back and detonates a series of POUNDING rights and lefts against the blonde’s breadbasket as Mccurdy walks right into them, shaking her knees and forcing the fight’s first “I’m hurt” clinches. Jennette bullied into the ropes and mauled, Michelle using her left shoulder and elbow to brace, setting her feet, then hauling in brutal right hands belly&breasts, leaving her blonde pasty-faced by the bell.
 
R5:  Michelle moving before the bell, and tackles her blonde hard, driving Jennette into her own corner with a ring-rattling crash. She pushes off, SCOURS Mccurdy with clubbing lefts and rights: fists spanking and bouncing off cuddly midriff, bouncy breasts and skull.  Blonde challenger grimacing, covering up, on her heels, being bullied, stacked up and belted as Keegan tucks in. Bell to bell Michelle, ends with her mouth on Jennette’s left shoulder, just packing thick lefts and rights amidships--ref reefing on her to pull her off a sullen challenger.
 
R6:  Michelle continues to make the fight, bulling in, backing Jennette up, outworking her. Mccurdy showing signs of life however, standing her ground in spots, moving her hands, starting to get right hands underneath to rack and ribs and overhand rights around Keegan’s left ear. Both girls starting to show lethal stubby right hands in close, full-bodies behind the blows, crowd reacting as chests are flattened by savage-looking pokes. Jennette finally able to stack Michelle up and push her back by the final moments, landing several hard swinging lefts and rights that send her breasts swaying.
 
R7:  Jennette still can't hold her ground early, Michelle wading in with left/right chugging action to gut, blonde girl groaning, reaching 'round and tieing up behind the arms for break. Keegan wading in, putting hard punches on target, Mccurdy much grabbier now, knows she can’t continue to keep eating her opponent's shots. Sloppy blonde headlock tumbles both vixens to canvas at the two minute mark. As Michelle's getting to her feet, Jennette TACKLES her around the waist and drives her heavily back down to canvas, desperate for the respite. Ref scolding and pulling the girls up by their arms AND MCCURDY RIGHT HAND! - clocking Keegan in the midst of ref's instructions! Michelle stunned, staggering to her left Jennette wades forward with a walking barrage of lefts and rights. Mccurdy snarling, signs of life returning to her eyes as she lowers her head and pumps to Keegan's breadbasket - doubling her Brit up and sitting her in the ropes. Rough shove-n'-slug Jennette’s new-found specialty: she's getting good bumping jostle on Michelle, then clouting her viciously about the head and shoulders. Keegan earmuffed up, she cramps up with a muffled cry as Mccurdy digs home a vicious left to the liver at the bell.
 
R8:   Forms break down as punishment & fatigue become real factors. Michelle's accuracy suffering as she slaps and waves her punches, unable to get herself together. Jennette missing alot as well, but hitting out with a lot more mustard - looping rights and lefts backing Keegan off. Latter half the round - Mccurdy fighting off Keegan's chest, giving Michelle a mouthful of blonde tousle, a belly full of ‘Merican dukes, a rackful of shrugging hup-hup and all the mauling, smearing, smothering body-ups she can handle. Bell: Jennette wiping her mouth with her forearm, glaring hard, daring her prey to make eye contact. British vixen staggers away, eyes downcast, unable to hold Jennette's gaze late.
 
R9:   Michelle is a shadow of the woman who climbed through the ropes at the start of the night as she wearily rises off her stool, standing in her corner, gloves at waist height and too exhausted to do much more beyond that. Jennette similarly drained but still hungry for more as she advances menacingly on her quarry. Keegan pressed back into the turnbuckle with nowhere to go, cringing as a series of short left jabs pump into her right breast, Mccurdy POUNDS her Brit’s left breast with a gobsmacking right cross! Michelle sobbing aloud as she crumples forward for a clinch, but Jennette won’t have it! Mccurdy pushing her back, stacking her up and draping her arms over the top ropes before going to town with unrestrained left and right hooks to the tits.  It takes two minutes, but Keegan finally slithers down the ringpost, gloves meeting canvas between splayed legs folded under themselves, her head never touches canvas, but she slumbers through the count as Jennette Mccurdy becomes the NEW JMD Champion in her ninth fight with the KO9!
 
After: Jennette exultant, strutting the ring, taped hands held high as Michelle is led blubbering to her stool.  Mccurdy pushing her way in to “help” Keegan to her feet, stacking her upright in the corner as Michelle’s sniveling in protest, then driving a brutal shoulder block deep to tawny abdomen, bunching her up with a sob, leaving her breathless. Jennette gets Keegan in by the side of her head, cinches up the smother: left arm snaked strong behind Michelle’s head; left hand cupping the right bicep; right hand gripping damp brunette locks to hold her snug.

Some side to side jerking and shaking, Jennette’s been shown how to cinch those jugs in tight--poor Michelle stumbling around in the grasp, hands pushing at Mccurdy’s thighs or tummy, or encircling blonde’s waist in a light loop. On and on it goes, Jennette backing herself into convenient turnbuckles for balance as she gives Michelle more jug than she can handle. Finally, Mccurdy releases with a flourish, Keegan melts to canvas, sprawling on her back, face all clammy and moist from the soft press of Jennette’s cupcakes.