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13 February 2022 Title Ch Demi Rose vs Elettra Lamborghini

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NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS @ THE ICE HOTEL

 

JUGS OF MASS DESTRUCTION TITLE

 

Posted by OddManOut on February 13, 2022, 11:52 pm

 

 

Demi Rose (Champion, Odds & Ends) vs Elettra Lamborghini (IBB)

Results: Lookout!; Story: OddManOut

 

Before: Demi Rose is arguably the most successful BBU import, and Elettra is the front-runner of those who don’t think she deserves it. And she’s not shy about letting people know about it. Both women are regulars on the Euro-club circuit, but now Lamborghini is making sure to be there every time Rose makes an appearance. Outfits get skimpier, attitudes get more in-your-face as contenders refuse to back down from each other in booty-bumping, breast-banging confrontations. Comes to a head as both contenders enter a twerking contest the night before the weigh-in. Each sporting fishnets over thongs: (and knowing they were going to lose to hometown hero Anna Nystrom) each invaded the other’s routine, leading to a pair of vicious catfights that would get both fighters kicked out of the club.

Fight night sees Elettra entering in a black thong bikini, disdaining a robe to give everyone a good looke at her bronzed tattooed body. Black gloves and hair back in a battle-pony. Champion Demi enters sporting the tiara and jeweled bra, stripping down to a white latex bikini with thong bottoms, white gloves, hair down to her butt. Fighters square up mitts on shoulders, in a classic titfighting stance, demi managing to both get her breasts under Elettra, jostling them painfully upwards, then slam them down and through the Italian’s pair before the ref separates them, leaving Lamborghini rubbing her breasts and glaring daggers across the ring at the champion.

R1: Elettra in relaxed crouch, right at her cheek as she paws out jabs. Demi bobbing, weaving—very cute parries with her right hand out front of her face, moving to either side of her to protect as she dips forward. Rose doubling her jab to Lamborghini jugs, slowly stepping Italian back to ropes: Elettra moving hands to temples as Demi unleashes a thumping right/left to waist. Rose’s mitts bouncing off taut tummy&tits, real good spank: Lambeau snarling, answers back a swishing right hand into the pit of Champ’s stomach; turns into compact hook to tits—all torso, no arm swing. Elettra wide eyed, getting smoked: she twists to the right, licking a hook across Demi’s face, tries to twist back into a slicing right which Brit ducks under. Back and forth—girls just digging into the phone booth, Lamorghini fighting hard off the ropes under thudding, constant, measured pressure from Rose. Bell: Demi turns, struts jiggly to her corner in high spirits—she outworked Elettra for points.

R2; Elettra hammering at Demi’s gut toe-to-toe, Queen grunting, can’t advance. Grueling mouth-on-shoulder short-arm slugging going on—women moving their heads to either shoulder, tucking in punches to offending tummies&trunks: clouting short hooks to tits inside. Lamborghini finally able to make expensive headway, banging Rose’s midsection, swatting her luscious jugs, then shouldering her off, walking her down. Demi’s back hits the ropes—she scowls at the touch, crosses her arms, bobs on the spot against the cables. Elettra pushing in with her left shoulder, then easing out to get off in combination—swiping and swatting Demi about her face and breasts. Rose rugged, absorbs her beating like a trooper. Lambo making sultry eye contact, checking for signs of wilt at the bell, not finding it.

R3: Withering, withering body blows Demi to Elettra: Champ’s lips curling off her teeth as she digs in; Lamborghini doubling up, face pinched in hurt. Rose pushing Elettra off, walking her down: relaxed, twisting into shots, showing her class: she’s swiping a right hand across challenger’s face; placing the hook beneath elbow; hooking jug. At the ropes, Demi’s pushing in with the left shoulder or extended left elbow before snapping and snatching hooks, Lambo trusting her curves, absorbing thrilling shellack: just not a lot of answers when Rose has your back to ropes. In the dying seconds of the round, Demi’s fists toggle Elettra’s breasts free of her bikini top, leaving challenger exposed, Champ openly grinning en route to her corner—shining sweaty and bronzed under the lights.

R4: Once again, Fighters beeline for each other jugs a’jumpin’. All about who wins the intial midring clash, this time it’s Demi bodied to ropes, bumped and beaten. Rose looking frazzled, lips curled off her teeth, eyes wincing—she’s pushing her left shoulder into Lamborghini, then leaning back to clip cutey-pie hooks or right uppercuts off the right foot. Elettra undeterred, slamming back with gusto. Out wide, Lambo will bash at Rose’s hips and flanks with swinging, palm-down delivery. Up the middle, Elettra will jam away criss-cross, just stamping her fists onto Demi’s body and breasts, beating the Queen down. Lamborghini’s thumb snags on the connector of Rose’s top, yanking it down then snapping it back with the Queen’s jewels on public display! Rose clinching, mouth open on Lamborghini’s tit, challenger stamping to stack her foe into ropes, buttocks ringing with triumph as Demi’s limp form relaxes into cables, Elettra grinning huge as she turns away at bell: Rose hugging her tummy, looking discouraged.

R5: Hammer. And. Tongs. Elettra gets it going with a robust walking barrage of rights and lefts to the head and tits, clubbing Demi the length of the ring. Rose firms at the ropes, toggling Lamborghini’s chin a left-right off the front foot, shifting right to reload and chopping the right to chin. ELETTRA’S LEGS GIVE WAY! She stumbles to her right, getting herself turned—now SHE’S back-to-ropes, covering up hurt. Demi snarling, lets her hands go—blistering flurry of blows slapping and batting at Lambo’s head and tits, beating her to a seat in the ropes, hooking her thumb on the challenger’s bra strap to pull her tits free again. Sensing victory, Rose plants on her lead leg to reef hooks up into ribs&rack: placing three murderous blows to digging effect, but EATING A HOOK IN EXCHANGE! Demi’s legs rebel—spilling her backward—SHE’S all hurt, eyes glassy, hands drooping to waist level. Elettra cut at the hairline, stumbling forward: she kisses a lead right hand flush off Rose’s face, then steps in close to bury the left hook deep to tummy, tugs Queen’s top down to leave both fighters exposed. Groan of pain, Demi, but she recovers just in time to pump a robust series of lefts and rights to Lamborghini’s tummy&tits, cramping the challenger up. Elettra’s knees bennnnd, then straighten; she hooks Demi’s mouth, catching her in between punches, fight stumbles to the right Lambo stomps in off Rose’s left flank, chopping a short right hand over the left shoulder, smashing her face hard to starboard, body jerked a quarter turn to her right, reels face first into ropes: she instinctively grabs ropes, holding herself up as her legs fail. Elettra heartless, mindless: she strides in, tucking a short muscular right hand to the base of Demi’s spine—paralyzing what’s left of Champ’s legs. Left forearm bounces Rose’s head off the top rope, then Lambo leans in, pushing and bodying to roll the Champ onto her back at the ropes. Right to the body, left to the tits, repeat. Elettra stays in there, squares up big-girl: plugging rights and lefts jam into lungs and breast of Demi, beating the breath from her body. Rose groaning, gets bludgeoned to a seat—her hands up over her head in a don’t-hurt-me turtle defence. Ref bodies a seething Lamborghini back; 10 count passes a sobbing Demi by as she buries her face in her upraised knees at the ropes. KO5 in brutal fashion for the winner and NEW JMD Champion, ELETTRA LAMBORGHINI!

After: IBB’s first champion imperiously orders both sets of gloves removed. Once her fingers are free, she jerks Demi up, and shoves her face up into a standing smother. Elettra waits until Rose stops struggling, then shoves her down to the canvas. Lamborghini straddles her prone victim, slaps her awake, then begins twerking her full booty over the so-called “Bantam Booty Queen” Elettra drags Demi out of the ring by her hair, pulling off the former Queen’s top while she sprawls on the ringside mats.

A topless Demi is dragged through the lobby and out to the infamous Snow Bank. Elettra jerks her to a halt, then squares up to the swaying Rose. Reaching out with her taped hands she gets two handfuls of Demi’s bared breasts and SQUEEZES! Rose yanked screaming out her semi-stupor, not long before she falls to her knees. Lamborghini reaches back and removes her own top, shoving Demi’s face back into her victorious breasts for a second smother. When she’s satisfied she dismissively dumps Rose face-down into the snow, not bothering to replace her top as she dons the proferred fur, then she heads into the Hotel without a look back at her prey.

 

 

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