JMD BOUT

Posted by Lookout!Boxing/Tech on April 26, 2012, 9:04 pm.

Before: “You've all seen it before and you're going to see it again tonight. Olivia Munn can't handle me in a 'JMD' contest and just like last time, I'm going to make her tits quit. I know it, Olivia knows it and better yet, the crowd here tonight knows it. That's what they came to see and that's what they're going to get. If Olivia thinks she can catch me by surprise, she's in for the shock of her life. I've been training so hard after my loss to Lacey. If I can beat Jenny Love, I can definitely take down Livy. Mark my words – her tits will quit on her tonight.”

 
Olivia apparently calm, looking straight into the camera as she gets the opportunity to reply to Elisha’s words: “Well, I see that Elisha is trying to show some confidence here. But seriously, she’s not in the position to dictate the rules here. To make my point, I’d like to show you a short video…”   

Soon, the big screen in the arena shows images of a seething Olivia in a white bikini getting into a mud puddle, then getting to all fours, her sexy bottom sticking up in the air like a kitten in search of some tenderness. Then, still looking at the camera, Olivia starts to crawl towards a blonde sitting at the other edge of the puddle, giving her back to Olivia. The blonde, who’s wearing a black bikini, is chanting: “I am Elisha Cuthbert, I am so good, my tits are so beautiful..” Of course, she’s not Elisha, but she looks somehow similar from behind. Soon, the blonde turns around, and she’s wearing a mask with Elisha face on it! On the mask, a dull expression and a fake tongue sticking out. “I’m going to destroy your tits!!!” the fake Elisha cries in a high-pitched voice, pointing at Olivia. “I’m so going to beat you!!!!” the fake Elisha repeats, jumping up and down, lolling her head left to right and right to left, over and over until Olivia reaches for her and puts her on her knees with a punch to the guts. A quick kick puts the fake Elisha on her back, and then Munn lets go a loud yell, shaking her chest and removing her top. “See these, Elisha?” Olivia says, looking at the camera again, both index fingers pointing at her puppies. And soon, the muddy Olivia lies down, chest on the fake Elisha’s face. Fake Elisha trashes her legs for a while, but eventually she goes limp. A smiling Olivia rises up, planting her right foot on fake Elisha’s chest, a big smile on her face.

“Nice, isn’t it?” Olivia asks the crowd.

Elisha clearly has another opinion entirely at seeing Olivia's “challenge” video make its public debut. As Olivia is smiling and waving to the crowd, she is tackled from behind by a seething Cuthbert. Elisha and Olivia roll around the floor, the two of them exchanging vicious slaps and insults that have the assembled crowd cheering in approval. Several attempts to break it up are less than successful as they nearly engage in an impromptu match outside of the ring due to Olivia's antics. Olivia clearly amused and Elisha obviously less so. Eventually, the two are separated and carried, with great difficulty, to their respective corners to wear their gloves.

Elisha wearing a lace pink bra and panties set, with black trim; Olivia in a white and (large) polka dots set.

Neither Elisha nor Olivia have toned things down by the start of the match. If anything, the tension and enmity between the two has only increased. The two of them meet in the center of the ring for referee's instructions, but noticing the looks and glares exchanged between the two, doesn't even think of asking them to shake hands. Both fighters continue to taunt and insult each other through the referee's instructions as the referee has to raise his voice on more than one occasion. Although, nobody is paying attention to the referee at all. In a JMD fight, there's only one rule: may the best jugs win.

R1: It starts off fast and furious as the two just charge out from their respective corners. Both of them immediately go rack with wild rights and lefts sailing through the air, accompanied by loud grunts and squeals of pain. It's a pretty even exchange at the start with Munn's gloves pounding leather from the side, making Cuthbert's jugs jump around in her bra painfully. Elisha, however, slams in her gloves hard from the front, compact punches that connect hard into Olivia's cleavage. It's a bitter exchange between the two, but one that Elisha is steadily getting the better of. Elisha is landing her punches faster, just steadily outworking Munn with steady gloves rocking her rack. Olivia is forced to backpedal, heading back to the corner that she just lunged out of. Elisha's eyes flashing furiously, just pounding away at Olivia's chest as she bullies her backwards towards the corner. Munn is trying to clinch, but Lishy isn't having any of that. Cuthbert's gloves knocking Munn's hands to the side, then resuming their assault on Olivia's chest as her top is offering little protection and threatening to give way. Pushing her backwards towards the corner with thudding blow after thudding blow, but mercifully, Olivia is saved by the bell. The bell rings as Elisha hammers one last blow to Olivia's jugs for insurance, shoving her backwards into her corner with a smirk, “If you're smart, you'll stay there and don't come out. Your tits were about to quit for me. Again.” as Elisha cups her chest, showing off her own cleavage as the crowd cheers and Olivia scowls. Elisha blows a kiss on her way back to her corner, sauntering.

R2: Olivia heeds her trainer's advice in the second round, rather than Elisha's. Instead of staying in the corner, she charges out. Elisha does the same, just lunging forward out of the corner as she plans to pick up exactly where she left off last round and for the first minute, she does. Lishy's gloves just scrub at Olivia's rack back and forth, slamming her gloves mercilessly with savage rights and lefts. Both of them getting in close at one another with heavy handed slugging. But, this round, perhaps emboldened by Elisha's comments the previous round, Olivia is winning this exchange with gloves that slam in from underneath, from the side and with short little hooks that pound in to Elisha's proud cleavage. It's Elisha's turn to try to clinch, but Olivia doesn't plan on letting that happen. Soon as Elisha's hands start to wrap around her waist, she just hammers in her gloves in compact jabs that find their mark against Lishy's jugs. Lishy is still punching, but it's not the same compared to the volume that Munn is dishing out. Outworking her this round and now, it's Elisha being bullied backwards, backpedaling towards the corner. Elisha planting her feet as best she can, knowing she doesn't want to get trapped there and then, thankfully, she's saved by the bell. Just after the bell though, Olivia delivers a right glove to pound her against Elisha's right breast that sends her stumbling into the corner. Olivia delivers a cocky grin, “Maybe you're the one who should stay in her corner because it was pretty clear to me your tits were about to quit. Slut.” as she steps forward to press her chest into Elisha's. Elisha was beaten this round, but she's not done yet as she shoves Olivia backwards. The ref stepping over in between the two as Olivia just blows a confident kiss as she practically skips back to her corner.

R3: Both fighters come out just as heated and furious as they did the previous two rounds, though it does appear Elisha is a little more hesitant this round. It starts off with more clubbing exchanges of right and left hands hammering at one another's chests, but Olivia is the one who is hammering harder and faster. Landing her blows at almost a 2 to 1 ratio in comparison to Elisha, who's eyes are widening at around the same time her guard is. Unable to keep her gloves in front of her as Olivia senses an opening and takes advantage of it in a heartbeat. Looking into Elisha's eyes for a moment, seeing the frustration and panic in them as Olivia slammed glove after glove towards Elisha's rack. Elisha pounds occasionally at Olivia's rack, but Olivia is able to shrug off the blows and Elisha is forced to be defensive at this point. Unable to really get any offense in as she is forced to mainly cover up her jugs as best she can, but Olivia's compact punches keep knocking her gloves out of the way. Elisha bleats loudly as she is backpedaling, stumbling as she senses she's nearing the corner that they've both been battling to get each other trapped in tonight. Elisha's back thuds into the corner with a crash as Olivia pounces. Olivia just scrubbing in criss-crossing blows back and forth, mixing in uppercuts and jabs to hammer away savagely at Elisha's chest. Elisha slumps against the corner, arms falling to her side as her eyes well up with tears and loud yelps emanate from her lips. The straps on Elisha's bra are threatening to snap, but miraculously stay fastened, despite the treatment Elisha's breasts are getting from Olivia. Her eyes growing glassy, Elisha is just shoving at Olivia's hips as Munn keeps hammering away. Livy's eyes are just flashing as the ref steps in to pull her off as Elisha is out on her feet, starting to slide down to her rump against the turnbuckles. But, Olivia isn't done yet, continuing to deliver brutal little hooks from the side to make Elisha's jugs jump in agony as loud shouts and squeals accompany each punch. Finally, Olivia is pulled off as she shouts down into Cuthbert's face, “YOUR TITS QUIT! YOUR TITS QUIT!!” and Elisha is too dazed to respond, just sliding down as she cradles her cleavage in tears.

AFTER: Olivia initially heads over to her corner for a drink of water, wiping the sweat from her forehead and unable to suppress the smirk across her lips. Looking over at Elisha being tended to her in her corner as Olivia storms over, Elisha's corner standing in protectively for a moment but the trainers move out of the way after a few seconds. They know the penalty for losing a JMD match and so does Elisha. The dazed and shocked look on Elisha's face confirms that she knows it's coming. Shaking her head back and forth, blonde ponytail bouncing back and forth as she groans out. Elisha is pulled upwards hard by her ponytail, an angry grunt escaping her lips as Olivia presses in behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist. Leading her out of the corner for a walk of shame, Olivia presses her cleavage into Elisha's back to make her feel her chest.

Elisha tries to cover up her chest, but Livy cruelly yanks her wrists away. Olivia whispers something in Cuthbert's ear that makes her face turn a deep shade of scarlet, her hands falling to her side as Olivia then points to Elisha's chest and shouts out loudly, “These tits quit. These tits quit. I made them quit! These tits quit!!”, tears welling up in Elisha's eyes as she whimpers in embarrassment. Olivia takes Cuthbert on two full tours of the ring as the crowd watches, Munn taunting into Elisha's ear as she keeps taunting, “Who made your tits quit, huh, Elisha?” Elisha is either too dazed or too mortified to answer as Munn takes her over to a corner, giving Elisha's ponytail an ocassional sharp tug as Cuthbert yelped.

Shoving Elisha back into a corner as Munn wraps her arms around Elisha's waist, sliding them up around her upper back as she locks on a close bearhug, their chests mushrooming together. Munn's chest has all the additional weight and leverage, just pressing down firmly. Elisha crying out loudly as she feels her chest crushed underneath her rival's jugs, wrapped up in a tight embrace. The crowd can see, but not hear, Olivia just taunting and whispering into Elisha's ear nastily. Elisha sobbing and face turning red, eyes blinking as she pushes at Olivia's abs but finds no leverage.

Finally, the assembled audience can hear the confident voice of Olivia Munn again as she demands “Who made your tits quit?”. It takes some time of scrubbing her chest back and forth, squeezing her forearms against Elisha's waist and just slamming her chest into Elisha's, battering her back into the turnbuckle before Elisha moans out the words that Olivia has been so eager to hear. Olivia keeps squeezing until Elisha makes the admission more than once.

Licking her lips in satisfaction as Olivia giggles, “Now was that so hard to admit? Now, as I smother you out, you just remember what you just admitted. I made your tits quit and your tits quit for me. Don't forget that!” Munn's arms sliding upwards to cinch around Elisha's head, her fingers sinking into the ponytail as she tugged hard and guided Elisha's face into her cleavage. Elisha pushed and shoved, frantically twisting as she attempted to escape Munn getting a good jug-to-face seal. Olivia wasn't about to be denied as she rolled her shoulders, just slapping her jugs back and forth across Cuthbert's face. It was more humiliating than anything, not really causing any damage, but only to Elisha's pride.

Eventually, the continued scrubbing of her chest against Elisha's face, Olivia bodying up to pin her into the turnbuckle and tugging of her hair, Elisha's face disappeared underneath Munn's jugs. Elisha's moans and sobs were muffled, loud defiant cries just filtered into Olivia's jugs as she pulled at Munn's forearms. One or two forearms slammed into Olivia's abs in a bid for freedom, but Olivia tensed up her abs and cinched her arms up even tighter. Sealing Elisha's face tightly into her chest as Olivia grins, continuing to taunt at Elisha as Cuthbert writhes in desperation. Olivia continues to press her chest downwards, enveloping and just drawing in Lishy tighter. Elisha's nose is pinched between Munn's cleavage, only able to breathe in Livy's chest as she can't breathe, eyes fluttering a bit as her struggles grow weaker.

Elisha is slowly lowered down to the canvas in the turnbuckle, legs giving way and slumping down the length of the corner with Olivia on top. Olivia just thrusting her tits into Cuthbert's face, forearms pumping around the back of Lishy's head until Lishy finally goes limp. Succumbing to a combination of jug-shock and unconsciousness, Elisha falls down to the canvas with a soft thud as Olivia finally releases her. Olivia stands up over her, planting her foot on her chest as Cuthbert is pooled down at Olivia's feet, face bright red and sweaty, eyes closed and sprawled out on the canvas. Olivia poses over her, fists pumping into the air and sole grinding down on Elisha's jugs as she is the undisputed winner of this Jugs of Mass Destruction match via KO3.