Emily Ratajkowski vs Ela Kawalec (JMD)

Results: Lookout!; Words: Caspian

Emily:
(27, 5’7, 30:14 FCBA, VIXENs)
Ela:
(23, 5’8, 2:2 FCBA, Free Agent)

BEFORE:
"Heh. Ela was supposedly all that, huh? What has she done recently that has warranted all that praise? Get knocked out twice in a row?" Emily sneering from across the table at her blonde opponent. "I shudder to think that she was scouted at one point by Caspian. Turns out she was just too good to be true!"

"And what would a bimbo model like you know about truth?" Ela immediately bites back. "We all know all Emily's known for is taking off her top. At least I've kept my dignity in each fight."

"b*tch! I'll do more than smother you out by the end of tonight!" Emily shouts back. "I'll gladly pry off that top of yours and choke you out with it."

Mad jostling at the podium as these two lanky models clearly don't like each other, already resuming the name-calling and rude hand gestures as they close the distance on stage. Ring officials wisely step in last minute to make sure the two women don't get into slapping range, before escorting them backstage to make final preparations.

Emily strides down the ramp first, black-laced lingerie covered by a white shawl around both shoulders. She’s waving to her fans as she climbs into the ring, before lacing red gloves tight on both hands. Ela smiling wide herself as the pyrotechnics make her entrance even more spectacular, dressed in a white bikini top and bottoms that are clearly cementing her JMD credentials as well.

In the ring, the referee waves his arms and HERE we go with ten rounds of JMD action!

ROUND 1:
Ela frustrates Emily’s plans for world domination with a quick one-two strike to the face in the opening seconds, wiping that smirk off the Vixen’s face just like that. Emily busy circling and probing her foe’s defences, doesn’t expect Ela’s hands to be THAT quick, is sorely mistaken when another jab flurry slams into her body all over, especially drawing first blood in this JMD contest. Emily trying to match the blonde’s offense, comes back with jabs of her own that are aimed at Ela’s chest, but Kawalec simply grinning as she blocks with her arms and circles back, satisfied with the damage she’s wrought. Rest of the round has Ratajkowski making more unforced errors, her overeagerness to even out the score means she’s leaving herself wide open as she chases Ela down, instead eats punches to her lips and chest as Ela jabs at her from a distance. Not the best opening the veteran fighter would have liked to have been in.

ROUND 2:
Ela continues her counter-offensive tactics, lets Emily fall into her hands before slapping leather into the Vixen’s face and body when she’s most vulnerable. Emily’s corner shouting at her mid-round to wake the f*ck up, and thankfully, Ratajkowski complies, paying more attention to protecting her head and chest, only then deflecting some of Ela’s punches as they sail in. Kawalec smirking as she gives chase, gets a taste of her own medicine when her one-two combo harmlessly bounces off Emily’s arms, then eats a hook to her chin as Emily pays her back in kind with a sudden WHAPP! Ela looks shocked but refusing to retreat, covers up rapid after Emily jams another hard and fast combo into her chest, a final hook across her orbs making the Polish model squeal in pain. Emily with a slow advance in the remaining seconds, jab-jab-jab at the retreating blonde’s body till she evens the score at the bell.

ROUND 3:
Rather than looking worried, Ela is out for blood, her swings aimed below the neck as she returns the JMD abuse in kind once Emily gets in range. Ratajkowski blocks high when she should have covered her chest low, lets out a groan of her own when her breasts are swiped painfully to the right, then another hook smacks hard into her stomach. Vixen in full retreat, now the one fending off jabs as she covers up with her arms. But Ela not giving chase, instead opts to pick Emily’s defences off from afar. This however gives the brunette plenty of time to recover and regroup, and the third minute sees another mad dash forward as one girl tries to recover her lost ground and the other determined to maintain her lead. Emily scores with a long right hand sent into the belly, then flings a hook towards Ela’s head and chest, but with limited success. Ela with a shield over her precious orbs, a jealous mother protecting her kids as she snaps short but effective jabs back through the holes in Emily’s defences instead, giving her the round overall.

ROUND 4:
Girls look evenly matched thus far, both in terms of skill and fighting style. But let’s not forget: Emily Ratajkowski’s fighting on Ela’s turf in this JMD fight. Whilst it’s true that Ela hasn’t fared well in her recent fights, the Pole did cut her teeth with her first two wins in the JMD circuit. Emily testing this theory early, shooting fists rom afar before roaring in with combos to dominate. Ela grunting as she lets in a few stray punches that graze her midsection, desperate to cover up and bend but leaving her chest and more importantly, her chin, exposed. Emily just blazing inwards, another left hook slammed hard into the chest, further disorienting her as leather glove flattening Ela’s orbs, then a final right hook across the chin SENDS KAWALEC DOWN!! Mad blast across the face that landed clean, as Emily puts her rival into the ground! Kawalec shocked and squirming on her side, barely able to lift her swimming head as the referee does his best to prolong the count… 9… 10… YOU’RE OUT!! IT’S OVER!

Official Decision: Emily Ratajkowski defeats Ela Kawalec via KO4!

AFTER:
Emily further making her case for championship gold, or in this case, that coveted diamond-studded bra straps, hoping for recent champion Bella Thorne to sit up and take notice. She wastes no time with any pleasantries or celebrations, quickly drags Ela by the hair to the center of the ring, body splashes on top of the shrieking woman with an OUMPH, then wraps her dishevelled face up into her cleavage with both arms locked around the back of her head. The blonde squirms in this Reverse Breast Smother, her arms and legs thrashing for leverage, belly pulsing in and out as she takes her last couple of violent breaths.

But Emily too much of a veteran of this particular rodeo, locks in the breast smother with steady breaths of her own into matted blonde hair, her own grinning cheek pressed down into the subdued woman’s chest until Ela goes limp. “b*tch. You were saying earlier?” Emily hissing down, before clamping her teeth into Ela’s white bikini top and puuuulllls the fabric clean off the blonde’s chest, drawing even louder cheers from the crowd.

Emily finally sits up, places the knocked out girl’s bikini top over Ela’s neck, pressing down in mock dominance, pretending to choke the squirming woman out whilst posing for the cameras, her tongue stuck out ala Bella Thorne style.

“It’s a total fluke. Natalie Lyn should have broken Bella in half in their fight. I would’ve certainly bashed those things she calls ‘breasts’ in until she pleads for mercy,” Emily later says to reporters ringside, calling for a rematch with the champ sooner rather than later. “Of course, it’s up to her if she wants to face a real challenge. I’ll be here waiting, regardless.” Emily grins, blows a kiss to the cameras, before sauntering back to her corner to celebrate.