Weeekend JMD Bout

Posted by OddManOut/Sim results on March 9, 2014, 12:33 pm

Before: With Lohan and Seyfried coming onboard, the Academy is looking to establish itself as a small-girl power, and seems to be looking to elbow its way into JMD as well. "Katy Perry proved to me that nobody was going to be able to keep their mitts off," Anna comments half-seriously in prefight, (reference material in following link:http://members.boardhost.com/FCBA2/msg/1392262697.html) "I guess I'm just going to have to toughen them up."
Underwood coming off another loss, but bouncing back from a two knockdown drubbing to dominate the second half of the fight has those-in-the-know giving her a second look. "I did better against Lowndes than anybody but Lacey. LINDSAY didn't try to get in the ring with me when she was doing her spread, and you notice who she's sending out to face me now!"

Jenny Mac noticeably absent, but Kendra Wilkinson, Carmella Decesare, and Heather Kozar all ringside in matching Pink Playboy Bunny Baby-doll shirts and shorty shorts. Powder blue bandeau for Anna, black gloves, hair back in a battle bun. Pink triangle-cut bikini and gloves for underwood, hair loose and swept forward over shoulders and cleavage.

R1: Lil' jigglers march to midring, right hands back, left hands pawing forward, measuring. Trade in right hands: big, sloppy roundhouses thrown lustily into one another's flank or hip - real crowd pleasing slugfest as the girls beat each other with a series of swinging rights to the body. Academy concerns about Anna's lack of volume vs Lowndes dissolve as throws herself whole-heartedly into pushing, punching mayhem as girls stumble about, taking turns coming forward, both sets of jugs coming under heavy fire as they square away toe-to-toe. Sara landing several nice right hands to Kendrick’s rack and face, punching the shorter girl off balance and getting the better of wild exchanges in a free-for-all first.

R2: Anna starting to show compete like she did against her two Front Steeters, throws out the rule-book old school JMD style. Brawlers wade in crazy, quickly embrace as punches wrap around, fall sideways to canvas, buns jiggling on impact, thrashing and squealing like a couple of co-eds at Spring Break. Useless slapping at delts & glutes as the girls roll one atop the other, resolving into more useful play when fighters establish on their knees. Left arms ride around opposition shoulders, right hands plug and plow underneath: tummies, trunks, jug all thumped repeatedly until ref can pull 'em up. Right back at it - girls shrieking, pinwheeling at each other, embracing, falling to the deck, writhing to get on top and jam away as Kendrick embraces JMD madness. In the closing seconds, Sara's able to shove Anna into the ropes, smear her sideways with the left, then pummel her to body with the only officially scoring punches of the round.

R3: Chests heaving, eyes locked across the ring during the break. Fighters rush together all jugs a-jumping, pushing each other's hands to shunt them sideways, trying to expose their underbellies. Fight tumbles into ropes, then along the apron. Squealing girls try to push each other into compromising positions, then loading up to belt away. Both fighters think nothing of headlocking the opponent in crook of left arm while plowing her jugs righty...ref's got his work cut out for him tonight, pulling rowdy jigglers apart. Sara's able to get her left shoulder into Anna's right armpit in the final minute, lever her into a corner Christina Ricci style. Gets her left glove under Kendrick's chin, pins her there for a definitive beatdown. Tummy and tits were already pink, now turning red under the pitiless churning as Anna sobs but doesn't go down. Sara grabs the ropes after the bell, forces their battered breasts together until the ref pulls her off.

R4: Anna hollow-eyed on her stool, but shakes off corner's offer to throw in the towel. Free-swinging Playmate lefts and rights belt Kendrick across the mouth, swiveling her head, driving her backward in the face of the blonde tornado. Anna turns her left side into ropes, bending double at the waist, helpless to prevent Sara's onslaught. Underwood baring her teeth, sweat-darkened hair slopping in front of her eyes as she takes station off Kendrick's right hip, rides the left hand over her back and starts REEFING in the right hands! Big, swinging slobberknocking blows administered Sara grunting as she heaves right hands up underneath. Her own jugs sloshing side to side with the pistoning brutality, just POURING in the leather, her right foot often skipping up off canvas in her enthusiasm. ANNA GOES DOWN! Keeley collapsing to her haunches, head on canvas as she protects sides of her face with gloves. That's it: Anna shuddering in tears in her covered up posture, but she never comes out of the turtle. It's a KO4 to mark the first victory for Sara Jean Underwood!

After: Carmella, Kendra and Heather on their feet when Anna hit the canvas, rush the ring as Sara's hand is raised. Kendra sweeping her into a bear hug, chattering excitedly. Anna's being brought around on her stool, when Underwood comes BURSTING through her attendants. Kendrick goes sprawling as right now Sara's got the hungriest jugs in Christendom.

Anna's on her right side on the canvas, Sara hops on top of her, doesn't even try to roll her over before applying jug-to-face. Akward position keeps Underwood from getting a tight seal, letting the camera drink in the sight of Kendrick's pretty, tear-stained and reddened face being smeared by sweaty Playmate boobs.

Heather touches Sara on her shoulder, whispers in her ear. Taking her fellow Playmate's advice, Underwood jerks Kendrick up by her arm. Shoving her into ropes, Sara rams her chest into Anna's reddened rack before securing the sleeper. Left arm round behind Kendrick's head, Sara's left arm gripping her right bicep , right hand forming a fist in Anna's sweat-soaked locks. It's the work of a minute, before Kendrick's arms stop pushing at Sara's hips, droop to her sides, she's just hanging there, nuzzling jug. Underwood gives the moment an appropriate flair, releasing the sleeper than stepping back with a TA-DA! Anna pools forward in stages, first to her knees, then slumps forward, cheek on the canvas, rump in the air. Sara's joy at her maiden victory is infectious, and the crowd lets loose like it's Theron spilled out on the canvas.