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27 September 2019 Title Ch Kate Upton vs Courtney Tailor

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on Sep 29, 2019 at 3:17pm

Courtney Tailor vs Kate Upton (JMDD title)

Before: Courtney has the “act like you’ve been here before” bit down: “There’s no secret to beating Kate, she’s never been able to handle Addy. And I’ve got hands that are just as fast as hers, and a lot more pick-me-up where it counts!” reaching back to give her generous rump a light swat.

Kate grinning as she waves one hand dismissively towards her opponent and the other blowing kisses to the fans “Honestly, I’ve been able to handle Tahnee Atkinson and so many other pretenders to the throne. I’m not sure what Courtney here thinks is SO special about herself. She’s some jealous blonde with sagging tits and after tonight, those boobs that she’s so proud of will be all mine.”

Courtney enters first in a bright orange triangle-bikini, hair loose and straight down her back, white gloves; Kate coming in a bright pink halter top bikini with matching gloves with blonde hair in a fighting ponytail.

R1: Kate accepting Courtney’s charge, SCORCHING her with a sudden step-in lead left uppercut jagged to the jaw. BUT TAILOR BULLS THROUGH IT! BY the second minute she’s ransacking Upton along the ropes, Texas transplant has her arms crossed, sliding numb to her right, Courtney letting her hands go in blockbuster rips—bludgeoning lefts and rights belly&breasts, coming up to bash Kate’s head side to side. Last minute, Upton digs in in the corner, well aware Tailor’s trying to finish her, plowing into Playmate's oncoming jugs with clobbering right hand. INSANE slugging ends as the girl hunker down shoulder to shoulder and work, just falling in together, slopping heavy lefts/rights in lapping action to offending guts, then looking to clout jug as fighters start to separate. Bell sounds, both girls hammering away—ref pulls Courtney back to reveal a badly shaken, busted up champ grimly defending her patch of canvas.

R2: Kate bouncing in, stepping into the backhand off the hip, then twisting into sudden, screened right hands. Courtney dukes up at her eyebrows, bobbing, trying to get inside, but end of the first minute, she’s caught again by that vicious Upton uppercut. Kate tagging chin with her left hands, pivoting to the left as Courtney unravels, swings a sidearm right to the right to the face to get the pride of Midland clattering backwards. Upton brawny at the ropes, riding her guard onto Tailor, then digging to the body as promised. Courtney slumping forward ashen faced, groaning, hugging her belly, Kate cranking hooks tummy&tits and digging the heel of her hand into the lower back to invest in those kidneys. Upton propping a woozy Tailor back with the left shoulder, then going back the banquet downstairs. Spicy uppercuts from either hand curl tight on the inside, working Courtney’s face as she droops forward. Bell to bell Kate, champ is all OVER her girl

R3: Courtney bobbing and weaving, Kate spends the first minute against the ropes, being supple, slipping and shipping as Texan clubs away lefts&rights. Midway through, Upton from the closed stance opens up suddenly and NAILS Tailor a counter right uppercut, puts her wobbly butt, Kate sidestepping with a cuffing left hand on the back of the head to sling Courtney face first in the ropes. Snarling as she pounds away thudding lefts and rights into quivering gut and jug. Tailor righting herself, slamming back: SHE'S fitting a plowing right deep to Upton's gut, then getting left forearms into Champ's jugs to put Kate on her heels. Courtney coming forward, alternating her hand position as she bobs, but she’s getting tracked, rung up. Take-no-prisoners slugging back&forth, when they miss and fall-in, it's a matter of lapping at one another's guts, punching up-torso and cashing in those jugs via cuffing, clouting wallops.

R4: Again the charge, Kate just smoothing punches, bending into the right, then slinging home the left—Courtney bobbing through the mine-field, constantly coming forward. Tailor slips a lazy spearing right, hops out of her crouch and CRACKS Upton a hook on the chin! KATE GOES DOWN! Upton sent scooting to her backside, up hurt—she takes a groggy 8 as Tailor grins from the neutral corner. ON COMES COURTNEY! Tailor stacking Upton up against the ropes, bumping and rubbing her roughly, then DIGGING at that million dollar rack. Slapping thick, cuffing hooks across paunch or jug-tops, then POUNDING home right hand to Kate's right breast. Crowding in close, chopping 'em in tight behind Upton's right tricep - right hand pushing on raised forearms, lips curled off teeth to show blonde ferocity. Kate tries to ride her guard to freedom, but Champ pushed back onto the ropes, then folding forward as she soaks it up—she can’t get off as Courtney applies numbing heat to the bell.

R5: Courtney Tailor marches on Kate Upton, pouring on the hurt. Jiggling blonde bundle to the ropes: Kate sullen, rolling and twisting in the pocket as Courtney lays down thick sheets of harm. Tailor slamming away; heaving home thick, strapping lefts to paunch; chop, chop, chopping righty up top until Upton forms ragged earmuff and stoops forward. Courtney palming Kate's shoulders, shoving her upright, then plowing into paunch right/left/right. Tailor bodies up, pressing Upton ragdoll against ropes: fresh abuse as challenger lashes away thick and wide to belly&breasts. Kate shabby with hurt, curvy legs holding her up - she's constantly shoved and stacked against ropes, then battered...best she can do is to cover up, absorb the slop, then hang on for ref's break. In between walloping sessions, Tailor's happy to wrestle up top with Upton, flattening her to ropes - throwing an arm across her throat and bending her out of the ring. Kate battered wobbly-butt, but Courtney's mouth breathing hard at the bell, walking back to her corner hands-on-hips after six minutes of the most one-sided beatdown!

R6: Kate stands her ground, turns on a well timed right and catches Courtney flush coming in. Upton able to step back, get the cuffing hook, then walk Tailor into a murderous right uppercut, clinch up and power home to jug before shoving the challenger off. Kate in a nice slugging rhythm, hitting Courtney clean power shots, then stacking up and walking her around big-girl, keeping the action midring. Tailor breathing hard, unable to exert her will—she’s coming forward, then getting stacked up, hit clean as Upton rights the ship. Not fast action, Kate just scoring, then moving, Courtney unable to close and create that whirling melee that’s been so effective over the latter half.

R7: Action still slowing down, glaring girls step-together midring, left shoulders push into offending breasts...left arms slip in under opposing rights...girls reach behind each other, pushin' and a-gruntin'. Curvy legs stamping, feet digging in, hands rest lightly on backs or hips - girls panting, stumbling, trying to drive the other ropeside. Eventually, Courtney puts Kate's back to ropes, pressing, making her take weight while shoving home right-to-paunch. Upton squirming - riding left arm around Tailor's head to twist HER into ropes: pumping back right hands to paunch. Courtney squirms, twisting Kate to ropes: she crams in righty to jug, pushing leather into Champ's bulging top. Back and forth - curvy bodies struggling to force the other down...plugging/shoving right hands scored in close quarters...it's sweaty inconclusive work as resistance is beaten down all ‘round. During the break, both fighters shiny with sweat, pink bellies and reddened racks, hair sweat-sodden and stringy, chests heaving as this epic grinds on.

R8: Courtney once again wading forward, Kate holds canvas as girls continue to slug, fall in, struggle in the clinch, then push off. Minute mark, Upton cuffing a hook off her right leg, shifts weight to left leg, hurling wide right hand ribs behind Tailor’s left elbow, breaking her stance. Courtney’s hair across her eyes as she backs away, Kate walking her down, chest heaving, eyes blazing for vengeance. Tailor still pawing at her sweat-soaked strands as she leans against cables: Upton hooks off her planted right leg, taking Courtney across her jugs. Tailor trying to form ragged earmuff: RIGHT UPPERCUT, KATE UPTON! Courtney's head flops back; body relaxes into ropes, Kate lowers her head, wails away vicious, thick, strapping pay-back applied to blonde core. Tailor pushing on Kate's shoulders, Champ palms Courtney's hips, pushing her butt back into ropes, then hoisting thick rights and lefts up into belly. KATE PLOWS JUG! Upton rams in the right forearm, pushing deep in with her bodyweight, then pushing off to get room for a plowing left forearm. Back and forth - Kate slamming away with all her curvy weight into poor Courtney. It's all too much, Upton pounding and pounding away on helpless rack, Tailor ragdoll, slumped against ropes, slumps to a seat on the canvas, head lolling back, throat exposed, IT”S OVER! KO8 as the winner and STILL JMDD Champion Kate Upton survives a scare!

AFTER: Quite a challenge from Courtney, but Kate once again emerges victorious against a spirited attempt to take the JMDD title away. Kate just gazing down coolly, visibly tired as she know she wants to humiliate Tailor. Eyes still flickering with mischief as she moves forward, going to lean down to grip Courtney’s blonde tresses to pull her up to her feet for a Splash in the corner, but at the last moment, changes her mind as she goes to suddenly just leap up into the air. Feet and arms extended, she puts down her full body weight across Courtney’s already bruised breasts to SPLASH her down into the floor. Tailor howls, a breathless gasp of pain as her whole body jerks, legs jacknifing in the air as Kate pushes up to straddle her foe. Looking down at Courtney, Kate reaches down to give Tailor’s cleavage a possessive squeeze, “Told you they’d be mine and of course these are yours…” as she reaches up to cup her own world-famous cleavage, “To worship!”

Kate leaning down as she wraps her arms around Courtney’s head, going to pull her face upwards into her sweaty cleavage as they swallow up her foe’s face. Squeezing in tightly as she goes to bury Courtney’s face into her chest and Tailor, to her credit goes to try to rock Kate off of her. Pushing and squirming, Court does provide some resistance, but Kate is not going to be dislodged as she grinds her chest back and forth. Given the epic nature of their match, it doesn’t take long for Courtney to pass out. Squeezing Courtney in tight as she gives a little condescending kiss to the top of her head and then releases her, looking down at her new rival with her face slick, shiny and in full jug-shock. Kate winks down at her, “I know you thought you were ready for the Queen and now you know, you’re just a little jugged out mess like the rest. If you ever miss my tits, you know where to find me…” as Kate gives her a little forearm across her jugs that Courtney will feel when she wakes up. Kate makes a statement against Tailor today as Courtney may well be a future JMDD champion, but not today. Upton does not look like she’s interested in giving up the JMDD title anytime soon as she saunters out of the arena, her victorious breasts bouncing with each step…