Michelle Keegan vs. Jenna-Louise Coleman

(Beever's Babes vs Lookout! Boxing)
(Jugs of Mass Destruction)
(Words: Front Street / Results: Lookout!)

BEFORE:

"This is just a great fight for fans of JMD," says Jenna with a lovely smile. "It's two of the best bodies in Britain doing battle. But, I know who has the better body, and who's the better fighter. And, it's not Michelle."

"SHE has a better body than ME?" says Michelle with an incredulous shake of the head. "She certainly has an inflated opinion of herself. We'll just see if we can't BEAT some of that out of her."

ROUND ONE:

Nothing fancy about what happens in the early going. The two gorgeous brunettes are right after one another, banging away with both hands, working as much rack as they possibly can. It's absolute mayhem from the opening seconds, with both fighters landing hard shot and responding in kind. Tons of leather is landed within the first half of the round, and something has to give. It does. Keegan lands a left hook to the rack and follows with a vicious right hand to the chin. Jenna staggers backward and almost falls to her rump. And, Michelle is on her like a tiger on raw meat. She throws everything at Coleman, swinging away, getting effectively wild, doing everything she can to finish this and finish it now. Jenna left covering up on the ropes, taking fire from everywhere, hanging on, giving away a TON of rack to keep the head covered. It works. She manages to survive the round. She loses it wide, however.

ROUND TWO:

Keegan right back at Coleman, pounding away at her countrywoman with, believe it or not, even MORE vigor than she showed in the first. She's got Coleman backing up, working the counter. But, slowly, Jenna is able to stabilize her front. The legs return and she's able to hold canvas and fire back. The result is a replay of the first half of the last round, back and forth mugging with both brunettes digging body, working rack, and not ignoring the head. There's very little defense going on. Instead, it's a slugfest, with the pair trading shot after shot, both determined to back up the other, but both also determined not to give an inch of canvas. Late in the round, though, Coleman begins to break through. She shakes Keegan with a good combination to the head, then digs some rack and forces Michelle backward a couple of steps. Jenna keeps the offensive going, throwing Keegan onto the defensive for the final 30 seconds and grabbing the round close with the points she piles up late.

ROUND THREE:

Jug mugging continues, and, amazingly, actually INCREASES in the third, as it's now not just gloves that are banging into racks. The ladies have been at middle distances thus far, but that's now changed. They're in close, in the figurative phone booth, toe to toe and rack to rack, thumping away with short hooks and uppercuts, and, adding in some work with both shoulder, and, more effectively, elbow. And, the referee notices. He warns first Coleman then Keegan about those elbows. But, that doesn't slow the pair down. They just keep banging away, taking as much jug as possible and working upstairs or another part of the body only enough to keep the other honest. It's grinding, nasty stuff, both women grimacing with every shot by mid round. But, that doesn't slow either down. They continue to work hard and heavy right to the bell. And, when it rings, it's close to Keegan, who's back in the lead 29-28.

ROUND FOUR:

More close-in stuff to start the fourth and both fighters again showing that the work is having its effect. Gasps and moans with each punch or elbow only serve to make the brunette throwing same more determined, but, try as they might, the fighters can't stifle them, It's head on shoulder and glove to rack, for half the round. Until a brutal right uppercut to the left bra cup freezes Jenna. And opens her up to a nasty flurry to the chin that sends her staggering backward. Keegan wades forward through a few weak retorts and sends a right hand crashing home to the chin. Jenna crashes flat on her back to the canvas and Michelle stands over her, staring down, daring her fellow Brit to rise. The referee finally gets Keegan turned around and to a neutral corner and begins the count. And, Jenna takes the dare. She rolls to her belly. Pushes slowly to hands and knees. And gets to her feet at eight. The referee thinks about it during the mandatory, but he doesn't pull the trigger. Instead he waives Keegan forward and Michelle wings away at a dazed, hurt Coleman, battering her into the ropes and abusing her for well over a minute. By dint of determination and plenty of clinching, Coleman survives the round. But, Keegan's now grabbed a 39-36 lead and has Jenna looking more than a little scuffed.

ROUND FIVE:

Another attempted consolidation by Keegan thwarted by the grit and guts of Coleman. Michelle wants to go on the offensive immediately, but is met with staunch resistance from Jenna, who stops her fellow brunette's forward momentum and stabilizes things in the middle of the ring again. And, we're right back to the in-close work, with a slight adjustment. Coleman needs to slow Keegan down for the moment, and she has a plan to do so. The headlock. Every time Michelle ducks her head to dig a punch to the rack or body, Jenna hook's the nearest arm over it, pulls it down, and clinches it tight to her side while hooking Keegan's body with the free hand. And, while this doesn't exactly result in a lot of points for Jenna, it turns the rapid pace of the earlier rounds into a slow slog and frustrates Michelle in the bargain. The result is a closely-contested round with much less action that we've seen to this point, just the prescription Coleman needs to be able to shake off the effects of the fourth. And, better still, she's actually able to claim the round by a whisker and cut Keegan's lead to 48-46.

ROUND SIX:

Brunettes right back in the phone booth, but, now it's Keegan making the adjustment, she's keeping the head up to stop Coleman's clinching and it's allowing her to up the pace again. Jenna can match, but it doesn't take long before Michelle begins getting the better of things. She's hurting Coleman to the rack, backing her up, then stinging her with hard shots to the head. As the round goes on, Michelle becomes more and more dominant. Jenna desperately tries to fight back, but it's no use. Keegan's proving more physical and Coleman's looking all but used up to the jugs, repeatedly dropping her guard to protect them and giving Michelle free shots to her head. By the end of the round, Jenna's backed to the ropes and taking a pounding. She's still game, but she's breaking down. Keegan's hammering away at rack, head, and body, sitting down on every punch, really hurting Jenna, who's barely hanging on. At the bell, it's Michelle wide, and Keegan's lead is back to three points, 58-55.

ROUND SEVEN:

For the third time, Michelle is all about consolidation, only, this time. it works. Coleman engages in a fighting retreat, but, that's all she can manage now. Keegan slowly, inexorably, backs her fellow brunette up, working her over to the body, stinging her with good shots to the head, and, of course, spending as much capital as possible in further abusing her rack. Jenna's firing back with everything she has, banging shot into Michelle's bikini top, but she can't stop Keegan's assault. It's becoming clear who's won the war of the racks, and it isn't Jenna Louise Coleman. By the middle of the round, Coleman is nearly bereft. She's pinned to the cables again, getting worked over, leather thumping home with brutal regularity. And, then KEEGAN IS DOWN! It's a keyhole right hand counter that comes from nowhere. It's so stunning, even Jenna's not sure what happened, standing dumbly along the ropes until the referee gets in her face and points to a neutral corner. Michelle, meanwhile, is stunned on her back, staring up at the ref, mind not processing what's happened. Until he begins to count. Then, the tumblers click into place and Michelle manages to get moving. It's in slow motion, but she has enough time, barely, to make it to her feet. Again, the referee considers ending this, but, again, he decides against it, waiving Coleman forward. Jenna's careful, tiredly jabbing a wobbly Michelle backward, then putting sound, carefully-built combinations together once she has her on the ropes. Coleman's trying to finish, but she can't. The bell rings with Michelle standing. And still leading, though now by a single point, 66-65.

ROUND EIGHT:

Both fighters now on fumes. The abuse has added up both are shadows of the fighters that entered the ring half an hour ago. But. The fight remains in the balance, so the two brunette beauties rally their remaining forces and meet again in the center of the ring to do battle. And, again, it's the rack that's the site of most of the work. And, again, this favors Keegan, who's broken Jenna down to the jugs. Coleman is, again, driven into a slow retreat, though, this time, with Michelle's legs at far less than full strength, the retreat is even slower. But, the direction remains, for Coleman at least, backward. About midway through, Keegan's legs are beginning to firm and she's getting more on her punches. Coleman again is covering up her rack and leaving openings to the head. A three-punch combination to the head backs up Jenna and Michelle ducks the head to go rack. Ducks it right into a short right uppercut from Coleman! Keegan staggers backward, GOBSMACKED! What might have been the last arrow in Jenna's quiver has landed true! Coleman stumbles forward and lets both hands go. She's emptying the magazines. No sense saving anything now. It's now or never and it's...NOW! DOWN GOES KEEGAN! Michelle dropped to her back, stunned, head lolling. Coleman stumbles to a neutral corner, actually braces on the ropes to turn herself to watch the count. Keegan again staring up at the ref, glassy eyed. At five she rolls to her belly, pushes up to hands and knees...and crumples back to the canvas! It's OVER! Keegan can't beat the count, and your winner by KO8 is last-gasp fashion is Jenna-Louise Coleman!

AFTER:
Michelle Keegan is prone on the canvas, looking shocked as she attempts to process the result and for that matter, Jenna Louise Coleman appears to be pretty surprised too. But, the look of surprise for Jenna gives way to one of satisfaction and for Michelle, it's a look of horror as she gazes up at a rapidly Jenna. Coleman charges in as she tosses off her gloves, reaching for Michelle's hair and bikini top to pull herself into the ring. Keegan tries to slap and shove her way free, but a quick knee just above the trunks and burying itself into the pit of Michelle's tummy doubles her over, distracting her from her bid for freedom. Jenna follows up with a cruel slap across Michelle's cheek to make sure she's focused as she reaches up with her other hand for Michelle's hair, snarling, “Whose jugs stopped your jugs?”

Michelle opens her mouth, but what comes out is not to Jenna's liking and would require a censor on any broadcast on cable television, but Jenna is not to be denied. She delivers another bytchslap to Michelle's cheek and then follows up with a hard backhand to daze Michelle even further before she hisses again, “Whose jugs stopped your jugs?” Michelle's eyes narrow in hatred and anger as she spits out, “Yours did...” Michelle's lips formed a confident smirk as she laughed, “Glad we settled that, Shelley – now that I've beaten yours, who has the best British jugs, bytch?”

Michelle's eyes widened in fury as she launched herself forward out of the turnbuckle, cursing as she barrels into Jenna and tries to tackle her to the canvas. Jenna is caught off guard as she staggers back, with the crowd on their feet roaring in approval as the two of them rolled around on the canvas. Both of them exchanged slaps, taunts, kicks and savage hair-pulling as the two of them struggled for positioning. Unfortunately for Keegan, at the end of it, it was Coleman who managed to roll on top and with a practiced snare that she was getting better at all the time, folded Michelle's face forward in between her breasts.

Jenna curled one bicep behind her foe's head as her other hand wrapped up tightly in Keegan's damp tresses, just scrubbing her chest back and forth to draw Michelle in tight. Keegan bucked and kicked, twisting and squirming violently, attempting to turn her head away to draw in air. There was still plenty of fight in Keegan at the moment as she pulled at Jenna's hair, being rewarded with a yelp but Coleman was not relinquishing her grip. Michelle slapped at Jenna's bicep and sides, trying to topple her tormentress off of her as she bridged as hard as she could, but Jenna's eyes narrowed in determination. Grinding her cleavage down over and over, Jenna was absolutely making sure she had Keegan locked in snug into her chest. Michelle pushed at Jenna's hips and tugged at her biceps, hugging up around her to try to roll her off, but Jenna kept up the pressure from her firm pair to deny Michelle air as her struggles slowed down and she slipped into unconsciousness between her breath-taking British boobs.

Jenna smirked as she squeezed with her biceps and let her sweaty jugs over Michelle's shocked face one more time before she sat up, reaching for Michelle's chest as she called for a microphone while sitting astride Michelle. Licking her lips and eyes narrowing in determination as she grinned, “Even if Shelley couldn't say it, we both know who has the best British jugs. Michelle Keegan has one of the finest and firmest pairs in Britain, but mine were better today and I plan on them always being better. Anybody who wants to get smothered out by the best British jugs out there, they know where to find me and they'll know where to find you once I'm through with you...” as she lifted Michelle's wrist, drawing her rival's hand hand between her firm cleavage with a laugh, “Right there.” as Jenna reached down to give Keegan's chest a mean-spirited squeeze as she sticks out her tongue, “Guess Michelle won't find me quite so forgettable now, will she?” And with that, Jenna pushed herself to her feet and strutted off, triumphant jugs bouncing as she had sent exactly the message she wanted to her rival Michelle and anybody else who doubted her going into this fight.