JMD Title fight: Demi Lovato vs Champion Demi Rose

(Results: Lookout!; Words: OddManOut)

 
Before: Things were always going to be tense between these two, but Lovato fouling Rose in the British beauties FCBA debut ensured it would be nasty. Lovato adamant: “This whole title reign was stolen from ME! And it wasn’t just me she hurt. Dani Fishel deserved to fight for a title on the 20th Anniversary card, not that blonde baby Lind! She’s been riding off my hard work for two years now, and it ends now!”

Rose: “It’s not my fault she couldn’t make anyone take her seriously for all of her eight year head start. I haven’t stolen a thing, all’s I’ve done is go undefeated for a year, and beat fighters she was afraid to get in the ring with until after I’d softened them up!

Lovato enters first as the challenger, wearing a leopard-print bandeau with black waistband, black gloves, chin-length hair wind-blown wild. Champion Rose enters with her full regalia, stripping off the JMD jeweled bra to reveal a black crochet bikini with blue&red trim, white gloves, hair wet and slicked down her back.

R1: Lovato dives in, ROMPING to jug and cramming both fists into British breasts with unabated vigor. Rose forced backwards in the face of so much suppressive fire, but trading back in spots and going to the body with gusto. Steady accumulation culminates at halfway point when Rose buries a fist in Lovato’s liver, loud cry escapes the American’s lips as she crumples forward and falls in against Rose for support. She’s pushed back muscularly to the ropes where Rose rampages to belly and breasts with both hands: Lovato managing the odd clinch here and there but for the most part can’t do much more than sit butt in ropes and take the abuse as the JMD Queen cleans up to bell.

R2: HARD left hook to the jaw! Rose clatters sideways across the sand and hits the ropes shoulder-first, leaning onto them for support… ON COMES LOVATO! Brit blurting out in pain, eyes pinched shut as American’s fists find her exposed flank, tummy and tits – she’s crippled and helpless as Lovato’s starts to bash away at breasts and back, smearing her all along the ropes. Lovato throwing at a stupendously high rate, trying to get them in behind or below Rose’s elbows. Left jab/right cross combos repeatedly finding their way through to spank at face or jug; Rose riding it out the best she can as Lovato huffs, puffs, and tries to blow her house down. Repeated clinches from Rose as she does anything she can to bog Lovato down – American pushing back in return and stacking Brit upright so that she can cram away with reprisal punches to rack. Bell to bell shutout for Lovato: she’s breathing hard from exertion at round’s end, but the strong performance wipes out the previous rounds losses with interest.

R3: Bitter close quarters slugging throughout, both Demis neglect head and instead choose to work each other’s midsections like heavy bags. Rose and Lovato are forehead to forehead, their gasps and whines audible in each other’s ears on impact of leather to flank, tummy and jug. Parching and sweaty work under the blazing sun, but neither gets too reckless – both are fully aware that they’re fighting a battle of attrition. Lovato’s just a tad bit busier, a little sturdier, slightly more heavy-handed as she spends more time backing Rose up across the sand than the other way around.

R4: Rose stroking with that swinging right hand, then bodying up to walk Lovato to ropes. Sturdy stuff from Rose: when she’s set legs/buns/hips, she's very tough for taller girls to shift, even in sand. Rose reaching behind Lovato to illegally hold ropes, using a shoulder in the American's body to pin her in place. Rose working patiently - jamming into breasts; clubbing over top to jaw while laying on Lovato. Punch-n'-smother guarantees that Rose doesn't get a lot on her shots, but also keeps Lovato pinned and virtually helpless. Bell: Lovato complaining bitterly about Rose's holding; JMD Queen shouting "Quit whining, bytch - it's a beating: Belt Up!"

R5: Rose tries to keep up the pressure on Lovato, but challenger reads it well, moving head and upper body to avoid harm. Lovato times things patiently then turns her hips into a BOOMING right hand that clubs Rose on her mouth! THE QUEEN GOES DOWN! She’s dropped to her back in a heartbeat, gloves at her chest and eyes pinched shut – HUGE smile on Lovato’s lips as she saunters to the neutral corner. Rose propping herself up on her forearms, then pushing herself to her feet at 8, looking disheveled as sand clings to her sweaty back… she’s immediately stacked up against the ropes as fight resumes. Lovato working at an unhurried, methodical pace as she applies punishment to body & breasts with short, compact, meaty punches. Rose trapped butt in ropes all throughout, grimacing and aching as her torso gets ransacked, but she’s resisting Lovato at every turn and lands several clipping connects to the American’s chin… it’s enough to keep the older brunette from overrunning her completely and ensures her survival to the bell.

R6: Lovato a bit more brazen now, sensing that the fight has turned – she’s leading with the straight right, finding Rose’s chin with the blows then following up with a left hook to opposite jaw or to jug. Rose getting backed up as her face is spanked by hard punches, but she’s soon firming up and punching back in exchange. Midway through Lovato throws another right-hand lead – Rose sees it and beats her to it with a left hook to the chin and THERE GO AMERICAN LEGS! Lovato’s head is swiveled by a MASSIVE blow to the jaw… she stumbles forward and clinches with Rose, hanging on for dear life! Rose pushes Lovato back to the ropes and goes after her with well-practiced body assault, American ashen-faced, unable to do anything but try to tie Rose up and eat up the clock. Bell: Rose breathing hard and may have punched herself out, but she’s smiling nonetheless – for her there’s nothing better in this world than punishing Lovato for her insolence.

R7: Lovato missing over the top as Rose dips low, then answers jagged up into ribcage: challenger sobbing out, body-punched back into ropes. Rose crowding, fighting off chest - writhing to get her hands inside Lovato's shoulders and wriggle her guard apart. Lovato whining with effort of pushing on Rose, trying to get room: Brit tucking in body shots & follow-through forearms to jug at tummy-on-tummy range. Forms degrading as exhaustion sets in, but Rose in able to shove Lovato into ropes and hit with leverage - really hooking to body with effect. Uppercuts brushing Lovato upright, eyelashes batting: she's swooning, trusting curvy legs to get her through. Rose dips left, lashing that right hand upside Lovato's head: American loosens, drapes against ropes, eyes rolling back up/closing as hands drop. Rose reloads, POURS in the right hands, bending into wallops to kiss Lovato goodnight. Blacksmith's work on body and breasts pounds her to sleep... she's tilting to her right, already out when she hits the sand, rolls to her back parallel to ropes. Brutal KO7 as the winner and STILL JMD Champion locks in a bantamweight title shot for Demi Rose!

After: Rose disdaining her usual regal aftermath, doesn’t take her gloves off in her eagerness to straddle Lovato, knees around the ribcage, butt in her pelvis. First she bounces her breasts over Lovato’s pinked-up orbs, moving them circularly to get the beaten American’s head moving groggily. “Rubbing my nasty tits all over, aren’t I?” as she moves her breasts up to bat at Lovato’s face.

Rose savoring the moment, dropping back down to stimulate the breasts then back up to Lovato’s face as she still doesn’t clamp on the smother, waiting for the beaten challenger to come back to full consciousness. Ready for the next phase, Rose sits up, gloved hands grabbing handfuls of Lovato’s breasts to bring her gasping back to life. Now comes the final humiliation, Rose presses her right breast and ONLY her right breast, over Lovato’s mouth and nose. “Bet you can’t breathe!” And she can’t. Lovato doesn’t get to disappear under her face hidden in her conqueror’s cleavage. No she’s on full display as the champion goes for style points as she surpasses JMD luminaries like Mich Williams and Jessica Lowndes with her third successful defense! It’s the first single-breast smother we’ve seen, at least in the FCBA, as Demi Rose proves her all-natural bonafides to get a tight enough seal to do the job solo!