Results: Lookout!; Story: OddManOut

Before: “It’s nice to see Kate get her moment in the center of attention. It’s even nicer to see Love and Lacey left on the side of the road. Because I’m about to become the first four-time JMD champ!” Lindsay rather confident. “Dani, Lacey, both Jessicas, I’ve beat them all down, and those were REAL little chuggers. I’ll flatten out this one, and then give the crowd what they want!”

“Oh look, another tall, lanky redhead!” Demi says, unimpressed. “Whatever shall I do against her? I don’t know, maybe the same thing I did against the one I took the title from in January? Oh right, I think that’s what I’ll do!”

Lindsay in black-and-white striped bikini, copper-colored hair loose around shoulders, white gloves. Demi removes the JMD jeweled bra to reveal an orange triangle-cut bikini with transparent straps top and bottom, hair loose and starting the fight pulled over her left shoulder, hanging down by her breasts, black gloves.

R1: They’ve both been here before, so they stomp to it, reaching arms back, lean chest forward and hurl their hardest right hands into one another’s tits. Furious, slugging sees both girls stamping around off balance, righting themselves, then pouring back into it—clubbing, buffeting, non-stop pitching often sloppy, always eye-catching as fight caroms off ropes, staggers across canvas. Pace slowing about the halfway mark, buxom beauties mouth breathing, starting to take a moment to load up and commit more efficiently and heavily on every shot. By the final minute—girls are mouth-on-shoulder, shrugging short, hurtful little uppercuts into one another’s mouthwatering mounds, Lindsay’s back touches ropes and stays there in the final moments—enough to convince judges that Demi was the better vixen in the third. Champ punctuates it after the bell—sloshing home a cheap late right hand to jug on a relaxed, unprepared Lohan, redhead enraged, pinwheels back at as ref jumps in.

R2: Lindsay slouching on ropes, waves Demi in. Rose pushing in head, shoulders, elbows to pry open the defenses so shoving punches can land, squirming all over Lohan, making it hard to breath. Lindsay wins with a measure of control by wrapping her left arm over Demi’s right shoulder-- able to tuck short right uppercuts to chin or jug while pulling the brunette into blows, effectively snuggling up as part of the punching action. Rose mindlessly pushing blind rights and lefts into Lohan’s tanned paunch and ribs, wriggling and pushing at redhead’s arms or hips, desperate for punching room. This the ways Britney Spears used to fight: Lindsay’s smothering much of Demi’s work, fitting in sneaky right hands and muscling the smaller woman. Rose left huffing and puffing, working hard, but getting bogged down, roughed up in the second.

R3: Demi once again plows forward: Lindsay still easing into ropes, more and more comfortable managing curvy British pressure. Accepting Rose onto her chest--left arm guiding her in, then holding her fast: brunette’s sweat-spotted cheek presses warm against Lohan’s sweat-shining upper chest in sticky-close action. Demi’s curvy little legs stamping, world-famous backside trembling, but it’s not translating into useful punching room as Lindsay expertly clinches, muscles, and keeps her suppressed. Lohan able to tuck in little rights to the hip and tummy while holding; jamming righty to jug or cuff Rose’s face, also while holding. Demi increasingly frustrated and worn down--has some success throwing forearms in tight against Lindsay’s tummy--but it’s the Champ drawing warnings from a vigilant ref. Bell: Rose looking disheveled--hair all fluffed up, cheeks flushed, Lindsay blowing a kiss at her foe while they settle down on their stools.

R4: Demi pouring in full-bore, Lindsay butt-in ropes, reaching, riding the left arm around brunette’s head and pulling her in close--warm, wriggling clinches as Rose squirms to tuck leather into jug or tummy from inside the grasp. Murky stuff, Lohan tieing Demi up, holding and hitting her cute: British beauty lowering her head and pumping two-handed to paunch until Lindsay can wrap up again. Down the stretch, Demi’s constant press pays off as the effort of manhandling a bantam proves harder than the flyweights of Lohan’s last title reign. Lindsay riding her forearms on Rose’s sweat-shined back, pushing the head down as brunette’s punching to the body, inadvertently burying a series of plugging lefts and rights to Lohan’s tanned thighs/green trunks. Lindsay eyes closed, eyebrows high as she cries out: Demi erupts out of the crouch a big booming right hand! Lindsay chin-checked, draping helpless against ropes: ROSE ROMPS TO JUGG! Crowd roaring to its feet and saluting as Demi hammers FURIOUSLY at Lindsay’s plump rack--glorious hup-hup-hup assault flattens and jostles those beauties as the challenger is reeling hurt. Bell: Rose in there scrubbing--putting as much forearm as leather onto Lohan’s bulging hooters--ref finally pulls snarling little vixen off her prey.

R5: Demi head down, tackles Lindsay to a seat in the ropes: softening the redhead up with a pumping barrage of lefts and rights square to those striped trunks, lurching Lohan forward in trouble. Lindsay showing veteran savvy, brings a fast elbow up into Demi’s chin, straightening her up, then kicks out and PUNTS DEMI’S TRUNKS! BOTH fighters drop to their knees pawing their respective hurts. They look up, lock eyes, then lunge at each other from their knees: Left arms ride around opposition shoulders; right hands plug and plow underneath - tummies, trunks, jug all roundly thumped until ref can pull 'em up, shake 'em out.

Crazy, slopping, wild-swinging action: neither girl productive, but both picturesque with eyes flashing, teeth bared, jugs jumpin', fists flying. Girls constantly swinging themselves off balance and careening away from one another, or slugging themselves INTO one another (leading to frenzied embraces and whirling take-downs). Girls tripping each other up, falling to canvas, but continuing the fray: each mindlessly trying to roll atop the other and jam her body with punches. Lindsay at one point rolling into a full mount, grinding her elbow into Demi’s breasts then hammerfisting down into British breasts, before Rose gets all of her Kardashain grade booty into a pair of knees to Lohan’s back. One of them must have gotten her in the kidney, as Lindsay arches her back and rolls off to the side. Ref constantly standing 'em up, pulling 'em apart and giving 'em a good shake by their elbows: li'l scrappers panting, chests heaving as official drones on...then fighters sail in again as before.

Between rounds, both fighters bent over on their stools, chests heaving. Massive amounts of energy exerted and damage sustained both ways, and at the halfway mark this thing is still tied.

R6: More mindless, tit for tat slugfest as the crowd roars to its feet. Bludgeoning, heartless right hands up and in—both girls working out of the wrap to hold and hit—ref following the action and screaming warnings that no one hears. Action spills across the ring at random, but Demi gets to impose her will late in the second minute. She muscles Lindsay up against the ropes, crams in tight right hands repeatedly to the ribs and belly and THE CHALLENGER GIVES UP HER BACK! Rose clapping away at the exposed hips and back, hammer-blowing Lindsay’s defenseless kidneys as the redhead lolls along the ropes, tears pouring down her cheeks, and Demi wraps up to dig busy right hands over and over into the breasts, and LOHAN GOES DOWN! Lindsay puddling at Demi’s feet, throbbing from the waist up after the Queen’s brutal assault and IT”S OVER! Lohan right hand at her back as her forehead touches the canvas in total subjugation. KO6 for the winner and STILL JMD Champion, Demi Rose!

After: Demi waving off the attendants who would usually be positioning Lindsay up on all fours, having them lay her out on her back. Demi straddling the JMD legend, running her hands through Lohan’s hair. “I’m a little shaky on the protocol for smothering a three-time champ, but the last time YOU did it, it went something like this” With that she bundles up Lindsay’s head, “Welcome back….LOSER!” and plunges it into her cleavage! Lohan’s hands push and punch against arms ribs and belly, but the outcome is never in doubt. This isn’t the first time either one has smothered or been smothered, and it certainly won’t be the last for either, but this is clearly the end of an era. As Lindsay is laid back, eyes glazed, tongue lolling, the last of the original JMD stalwarts is laid out. The girls of the ‘80s time is done. But as one legend falls, a new one rises, as Demi Rose rises to her feet to place the JMD tiara on her head and acknowledge the cheers of her devotees!