(Results by Sim; Words by Odds and Ends / Lookout!)

Before: The stage is set here on the beach for an epic blonde-on-blonde battle here between Jessica Simpson and Kendra Wilkinson, both of whom are prowling around the sands as if they own the place, glaring at one another and nostrils flaring as they patrol around the perimeter of the ring with fighters from both stables present to support their chosen JMD representative tonight and of course, other interested JMD fighters around the league. In the stands, reporters swear they can see former JMD champions such as Michelle Williams or Jennifer Love Hewitt, but cannot swear to it. However, what's clear is that a number of girls around the league that represent the past and future of JMD see this as a can't-miss event and chose to be here today!

In terms of past versus present, that appears to be how Kendra Wilkinson sees this match-up: “Jessica simply isn't ready for what I bring to JMD. I know she used to be a big deal in the world of JMD, in her mind anyway, but if that bimbo thinks she can handle me, she's in for a surprise! I'm going to wipe the floor with her in the ring and by the end of the night, she'll be wiping the sweat off of my superior boobs with her inferior blonde hair! I've honed my JMD skills for years in the Playboy mansion and when it comes to JMD among them, I'm the best! Time for Simpsy to learn the same thing!”

Jessica greets this declaration with a big eye-roll: “Bimbo? That's rich coming from Kendra!! There is nothing superior about her chubby body. Those weak jugs of hers are ready to be ruined and guess who is going to be doing that? Me! I've always ruled the JMD world and I am NOT going to give up my place to a ditz like her! I'm going to flatten her pair and destroy her pride to own this wannabe before she starts, because tonight, it's going to be Jessica On Top!”, referring to Kendra's reality tv series.

Both of them have to be held back and the judge doesn't even bother with asking the two of them to touch gloves as both girls are shoving and trying to tag opposing tits even before the bell rings. At the request of both Kendra and Jessica, specialized apparatus is brought in to weigh each opposing jug. Simpson goes first, beaming as she shows off her massive cleavage in her tight top, just licking her lips as she rolls her shoulders back and forth, shimmying her jugs atop the apparatus to show off her breasts. Kendra goes next, just leaning forward with a saucy and confident wink to place her jugs atop the weighing station and then laughing with triumph - as her jugs weigh in bigger and heavier! Kendra dancing with excitement as Simpson is sputtering in shock, demanding an immediate weighing recount, but Wilkinson's team is already whisking the scales away. Kendra smirks, just thrusting her jugs out and bouncing her breasts until Simpson can't be held back from tackling Wilkinson to the sand, the two of them squealing and rolling together wildly until they are able to be separated. Both fighters pulled to neutral corners, just taking in deep breathes as Simpson is still loudly denying the result and Kendra is just as loudly declaring jug supremacy already.

Both girls in pink triangle-cut bikinis to emphasize their cleavage with white gloves; Kendra with her blonde hair falling down to her shoulders in ringlets and Simpson's blonde hair in a fighting ponytail. Fight taking place in a ring on the beach, with the crowd encircling the ring and the setting sun providing natural lighting for the contest to come.

R1: Jessica BOOMIN' outta the gate, wild overhand right takes Kendra on the chin, follow-up left uppercut SENDS WILKIE SPRAWLING!  Kendra takes her 8, Simpsy bull-rushes her Playmate to ropes, belting her a series of whacking lefts and rights.  Kendra makes a shocked "O" with her mouth, lifts her right foot up, placing it against Jessica's squirming tummy, pushes hard to send Simpsy staggering backward.  Wilky catapulting off ropes with a snarl, tackling Jessica up high, driving her to canvas. Curvy little bodies roll in a wriggling pink & blonde embrace, squealing and slapping at each other like a couple of catfighters until the ref pulls them apart.  After the obligatory lecture, both girls stride into healthy right hands to offending chests, and away they go. Breathless lefts and rights as the girls brace wide and let 'em fly. Occasional clean contact slams back a pretty face or plow into jug little sluggers taking turns buffeting each other backwards, delighting in every foot of canvas won. Girls slugging wild - throwing themselves off balance and spilling past one another, righting themselves all stamping feet, jumping jugs and glutes, eyes blazing, hair tossing.  Midring bumper-car boxing continues to the bell, both beauties immediately body up, trash-talk going non-stop until ref sends them on their way.

R2:  Kendra embarrassed by the early knockdown, Jessica embarrassed by the recovery.  Both fighters moving before the bell, they collide midring.  Shoulder-to-shoulder, they pound away at each other at point-blank range.  In true JMD fashion, neither fighter is taking any precautions to protect themselves.  White gloves sometimes batting each other out of the way, but otherwise both woman’s honey-brown torsos are wide open to each other.   Tempestuous blondes hissing in each other's ears, egging each other on to up the ante.  They twist their torsos to SLAP their breasts together as they body up to try to force each other into the ropes.  Left arms are alternately pulling each other close as they strain to force their foe back and pushing at faces and shoulders to open up space for punching room.  Patience is a virtue neither woman possesses in abundance, and as the stalemate grinds on both fighters begin to showcase the blatant fouls JMD is famous for.  Stamping footwork from both fighters makes the foot stomps plausibly accidental.  But there's nothing remotely inadvertent as Jessica smacks the meaty part of her thigh up into Kendra's non-existent love handles while Wilkie wraps up Simpsy's head to set up her headbutt.  Fighters rotating in tight quarters as they struggle for position, digging the heels of their right hands into each other's backs, the matching outfits making it hard to keep track of who's doing what in the tousle-grinding melee.  They stop in place at the bell, unwilling to be the first to break the clinch.  Jessica's left wrapped around Kendra's neck, while the Playmate drops her left from under the songbird's chin to her shoulder, right hands lightly cupping each other's buttocks.  Neither fighter takes a step back, standing there forehead-to-forehead, eyes locked, breasts mushrooming into each other as their chests heave like a pair of pumping bellows until the ref wedges his hands in between their already-pink bodies and levers them apart.

R3: Kendra all tits and tummy, hopping in at Simpson, belting away big n' sloppy with either hand.  Jessica hammered hard about her shoulders & scalp early, falling back all befuddled.  How-could-you distress in Simpson's eyes as her legs spasm: she covers up, giving away her tummy on the cheap as grinnin' Wilky hops in.  Playmate crowds her songbird to ropes, left shoulder bullying Jessi's breasts; right hands chopping at left hip; left hands pounding paunch.  This is Kendra in her full glory: teeth bared, hair tossing, jugs sloshing, hips and torso swiveling as she gets everything into her punches,  Just SCRUBBING that left shoulder across the proudest jugs in Christendom as her fists piston.  Jessica bravely facing into it, but she's badly battered, suffering hugely to rack, face, tummy and trunks.  Kendra grabs the ropes after the bell, bouncing their breasts together and demanding "TOO MUCH K-DUB, SAY IT, B*TCH!  TOO MUCH K-DUB" until the ref tackles her off.

R4: Jessica won’t have it!  Trading rights and lefts midring, but bulling through and belting Kendra onto her heels.  Wilky learning the hard way that taking a backward step against Jessica makes life miserable.  Simpsy barreling in , driving her Playmate into  the ropes, then jamming away while crowding, working Kendra's tummy, tits and torso.   Kendra gasping in jug shock, pushing instead of punching, but Jessica has the leverage to keep her bodied up against ropes. Simpsy bursting into Wilky's firm little paunch as the longest round of her life wears on, shoulders rotating to chug away, then reaching in, chesting up and stacking Kendra into ropes to reset.  Wilkinson on her heels can’t impose will, she’s rudely used.  Can't get separation, can't punch her way out, in the end it's all she can do to keep from baring her throat and forcing the ref to step in as the punishment piles up.  Kendra drops to all fours as soon as the bell sounds, Jessica looking on contemptuous, spinning around to kick imaginary dirt on her, Playmate SOBBING  as she staggers to her corner.

R5: Now it's KENDRA surging!  Kendra jumps at Jessica with both gloves shooting into Simpsy's guard, shunting her sideways.  Pell-mell slugging from there as both girls compete for initiative. Wild, reckless action - li'l battlers all eyes a-blazing, teeth bared - pitching and blocking, knocking each other about.  Crazy crashing right turns Jessie's chin, leaving her wobbly-butt, desperately hurt, has to cover up and take her licking.   Kendra treating herself to JMD legend with big fat swinging right & lefts tick-tock off the waist/hips.  Playmate rack and rump sloshing side to side when either hand slams to a halt on Jessica.  Simpson punchy, badly hammered and stumbling around from the beating, nothing coming back.  Eye closed, tears flowing freely, chin tucked on chest, solely focused on keeping her feet regardless of the worst Wilkinson . Kendra works up a sweat, pounding away to glory, Jessica's swaying, out on her feet, AND THERE'S THE BELL!  Playmate breaks into tears at how close she's come, punishment-pinked rack heaving as she glares at Simpson's retreating backside.

R6:  Both fighters have felt the quit in the other, and know that victory has been within an eyelash.  Eyes locked throughout the interval, these two stalk their way purposely out of their corners, gloves down around their waists, with a ponderous energy.  They meet midring in a crunching scrum that matches Cuthbert & Hewitt at their most vicious.   Tit-for-Tat flat-footed slugging, pummeling both hands to belly and breasts.  Breathing in each other's exhaust as they woof into each other's faces with impacts, glassy-eyed with pain and fatigue.  All too much, the two blondes fall into a clinch.  Curvy beauties spread their legs, strain to push each other into the ropes.  Luscious backsides jiggling, legs churning as Kendra and Jessie are running on instinct, desperate to force the other into the strands for the final beatdown.  Wrapping their lefts around their heads, they form a  Cauldron, punishing each other tummy and tits as they pour their last dregs into the battle.  Gaudy shrieks of the earlier rounds replaced by moans and whimpers as utterly drained fighters keep plugging away righty, swiveling their hips when they pitch, then spasming on receipt.  Slugger's arch is maintained for nearly two minutes, pendulous blows slamming into each other at increasingly longer intervals.  Audience gasping as they separate at the bell, both beauties bellies and breasts are bright red with punishment as they stagger back to their corners.

R7: Both fighters look like they were caught in the rain.  Sodden bikinis molded to their bodies, stringy soaked hair plastered down their backs and across their breasts.   They cored each other out last round, they lay in, clinching together in a slow-dance to the ropes.  Their heads lolling on each other's shoulders, eyes closed, mouths open.  Jessica gets in on top, slopping in a couple punches.  But most of the action is taking place between their breasts, pressed together during the embrace.  The fighter whose pair is uppermost will bear down, forcing them to take weight, until the sweat-slicked orbs slip past each other and the other fighter's breasts return the favor.  A tacitly agreed upon round off, as this turns into a battle of the corner crews as both fighters have their chests iced down, thighs and arms rubbed down in a desperate attempt to jumpstart the two used-up fighters.

R8: Both exhausted girls stagger to midring, neither able to avoid punches anymore for fear of collapse. The two of them fall together, just charging in towards one another, jugs-a-jumping as they try to push one another towards the ropes. Kendra just swinging in, just firing forward with rights and lefts to jug, but is often missing and is visibly winded. Staggering off balance, Wikinson is sloppy with hurt but won't back down for an instant. Simpson blocks an overhand right from Kendra, leaving Wilkinson’s guard open for an uppercut from Jessica. Simpson surges forward with her feet, shoves Kendra into the opposite ropes, chugging wild left and rights into Wilkinson’s rack. Simpson getting her work down low, just taking every scoring opportunity she can as she just pounds away at Kendra's tummy and tits. Wilkinson tries to clinch and push off of the ropes, but Simpson is just plowing away with repeated hooks to her rival's proud, bruised breasts and short, pumping uppercuts to the sensitive undersides of her cleavage. Simpson avoids the rambunctious offense from Wilkinson, using Kendra up as she pumps her pink gloves over and over into matching breadbasket and boobs repeatedly, leaving her winded down the stretch as Simpson takes this round wide! Jessica chesting up, a mixture of tiredness and glee in her eyes as she enjoys the sight of tears appearing in Wilkinson's vision before the ref pulls her away. Jessica stumbling off to her corner as she struggles to catch her breathe and Kendra does the same, blinking back both hurt as both corners continue to work hard to keep both fighters going in this brutal JMD battle as it heads into the ninth round.

R9: Both of the fighters emerge from their respective corners, lacking the energy that they started with but having lost none of the determination for their jugs to emerge triumphant. Kendra still struggling to recover from a dominating performance by Simpson in the precious round, just engaging in sloppy bumper-car boxing as she tries to shoulder in and jam some jabs into Simpson's cleavage. Simpson stepping to the side, managing to dodge it as Wilkinson wobbles forward and runs right into a hard left that hooks across her jabs from the side. The resulting impact makes those boobs bounce wildly as Wilkinson wails, just doubling over a bit to hug her cleavage as Simpson charges forward to wrap her foe up and bully her back towards the ropes. Kendra tries to slip free, but Simpson's eyes are flashing fiercely, air filled with loud grunts from Jessica and opposing yelps / sobs from Wilkinson, punctuated by the sound of leather ripping away into rack and rib to push the Playmate back into the ropes. Those pink gloves just flying forward in a whirlwind, just whacking away at jugs as the blue top of Kendra seems ill-advised on a number of fronts, both in their efforts to hold them in as Simpson slams away and of course, the coloring is starting to match as Kendra is howling in pain from the constant attention being paid to her jugs! Kendra slipping down to the canvas, collapsing as she clutches her cleavage and pitches face-first into the mats at Simpson's feet. Jessica going to pose with her foot on Wilkinson's upturned rear but ref barrels her away as Simpson finishes an exhausted Kendra about a minute in to be awarded the win in this JMD contest via KO9!!