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14 December 2015 Sophia Bush vs Jamie-Lynn Sigler

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ABC MONDAY NIGHT SPECIAL

JUGS OF MASS DESTRUCTION BOUT

Posted by Lookout! Boxing & Alpha Boxing Club on December 14, 2015, 9:10 pm

Pre-fight:
It is a double Jugs of Mass Destruction debut here tonight as the equally sexy Sophia Bush and Jamie-Lynn Sigler set to face off, or rather, jug off.

Sophia looks eager, maybe a little anxious, but ready. “It’s a great opportunity for me to get my eye in on some jug-mugging before I take on Jenna ‘chubby chipmunk’ Coleman. I haven’t done it before, sure, but it’s still boxing. How hard can it be?”

Jamie-Lynn looks equally anxious, but confident. “Neither of us have done JMD before, so it’s going to be interesting. I like Sophia, and she has lovely jugs, but they’re going to be mine by the end of the night. Hers just can’t compete with mine. It’s not happening.”

Sophia takes to the ring confidently wearing a skimpy black bikini, while Jamie-Lynn’s lovely full figure jiggles slightly in her white bikini.

Round 1:
Both lovely ladies testing the waters early in their JMD debuts with trying jabs, hunting jug, but cautiously. Both also aware of her opponent’s intentions and clever enough to guard jug, most blows glancing off blocking gloves. That is, until Sophia smartens up first, spiking left jab to the face that lifts Jamie’s guard just as she shovels her right glove under Sigler’s beautiful right breast, bouncing the jug big-time. Jamie the first to gasp and moan in pain as big jug is sent flying and then again as Sophia quickly follows up with a pounding left hook slamming the side of her same tit, sending Sigler’s bounty swinging like a pendulum. Jamie-Lynn grimacing, but not soft enough to need to cover up and just launches right back, slamming left glove over and down onto lovely right Sophia orb, bouncing it downwards, sending it springing back up and down, bouncing beautifully. Sophia obviously feeling it as well, face contorted in pain now. But, she too retaliates at jiggly jug, crossing left into cleavage, rocking Jamie’s left breast, sending it a-wobble. Sophia repeats, and again, slamming left against inner of Jamie’s left tit twice more to flop it sideways until there is a gap in cleavage that didn’t exist between the lovely bosoms before they started swinging. Jamie’s noticed and she’s not impressed, launching into Sophia with anger, swinging lefts and rights wildly, Sophia scrambling to get the guard to work, but Jamie’s fists initially finding jug, hooking outside of each delectable breast of Sophia’s, causing her to backpedal. Sophia backed against ropes, leans back against them and uses the old rope-a-dope to block chest while weaving head, looking for opening before slipping right and dragging left fist heavily through a hook that crushes the inside of Jamie’s left tit again, bouncing it outwards and causing a little yelp from the buxom beauty. The bell rings and both beauties take a seat gratefully, checking breasts, but not in terrible condition at this point. Jaimie a little sorer, but also angrier, futilely trying to fix now slightly lopsided left jug.

Round 2:
Jamie-Lynn visibly upset at Sophia as they come together again for the second. “You heartless bytch, I’m going to pop those water-balloons flat!” And Jamie in aggressively, early, rushing Sophia who is slow to guard and takes massive swing through inside of Sophia’s right jug, blasting the mammary outwards. Sophia’s eyes instantly teary as jug swings wide, stretching bikini lycra to its limit before hammered tit bounces back, wobbling into place again. Sophia taking note it seems, that hers did not swing quite as far or low as Jamie’s full orb, and she gleefully rips an uppercut through her rival’s right jug, Jamie actually lurching slightly, gloved hand instinctively cupping underneath the attacked orb, bruise likely forming almost instantly on the bottom of the targeted fun bag. Sophia pressing on wincing Jamie, but Sigler not silly, flashing right jab quickly to pop Sophia in her cute little nose, putting her on the back foot with a warning. Point taken, and Sophia circles cautiously now, looking for opening. Thinking she has spotted one, Sophia slips left to hook around outside of Jamie’s right boob, but Jamie watching, slips to her left in response and leaps in again, getting her own left swinging, mugging Sophia’s right tit from the outside, knocking it against her other. Sophia sent a little off balance and Jamie presses now, slamming straight right into the centre of that beautiful right jug, mushrooming it between her glove and Sophia’s chest. Sophia’s jaw dropping open, but Jamie too cheeky to shut it, wanting more jug, slams straight lefts and rights into that same right breast, pummelling the once firm orb. Jamie ends her slaughter of Sophia’s right jug with another massive overhand that slams onto the top of the orb, bouncing the jug mightily low just to have it wildly flail about. Sophia staggers to her stool, clutching bruised, softened right jug miserably. Is it just our eyes, or is that right orb hanging a little lower than the other?

Round 3:
Jamie-Lynn wanting that right jug of Sophia’s again, stepping in for more straights that Sophia is wise to and able to deflect for the most part, only a couple glancing off the outer of her bosom until Jamie smartens up in the process, slamming underhand into Sophia’s taut tummy, doubling her over. Jamie grinning, but Sophia rises with a retaliation uppercut that almost launches Jamie’s left jug into outerspace. Jamie’s jaw drops now and Sophia decides she WILL shut it, launching follow-up left uppercut that cracks under Jamie’s chin, staggering her back. Jamie’s guard nowhere to be seen as she flails backwards groggily, and Sophia dives in, pummelling both heaving jugs with shovelling underhooks, scooping up lovely breasts, her stare fixated on them as they flop about with reckless abandon. Sophia softening the undersides of Jamie’s big jugs, and the anguished look on her face and glassy gaze in her eyes confirms it. Jamie’s jugs bunched up for a lot of the round as Sophia takes a wide advantage, even her right orb appearing to be in better shape than either of poor Jamie’s puppies.

Round 4:
Jamie-Lynn valiantly pushing through clear jug pain to throw fists at Sophia, but the ABC honey largely able to duck, weave and block where necessary. Then her own glove flashes out, catching lovely Jamie’s cheek, and she staggers, surprised by the blow. Sophia takes advantage of flinching Jamie with a left hook that wobbles right jug, but Jamie responds again, showing toughness, and finding as much nipple as right jug judging by Soph’s face and her instinctive reaction to reach for the middle of her jiggling breast. Sophia manages to recover her guard and absorbs some of Jamie’s lefts and rights, desperately protecting softened right jug, before managing to slip nimbly to her right and drive a left hook into the pit of Sigler’s tummy. Then a right cross blasts Jamie’s left jug and she’s scrambling away to her right. They reset and circle again, both cautious presumably due to aching jugs. Sophia’s jab pops high into Jamie’s nose, but Sigler’s response is a rising hook that jumps Bush’s left jug. Then a left underhook sends Sophia’s right mammary sloshing about and Sophia madly slams right glove straight into Jamie’s left jug, flattening it. Jamie is rocked on her feet and the bell rings just in time to save her from what looked like Sophia preparing to unleash on heaving jug.

Round 5:
Sophia wants to pick up where she left off in the fourth, and hunts Jamie-Lynn’s juicy left jug, sending right hook in search, but finding Sigler’s quick blocking arm. And then the counter is on, with Jamie putting a right cross bouncing off Sophia’s tender right jug, wobbling it and grinning, knowing she’s hurt the once perfect melon. Sophia’s face contorted in pain as Jamie gets a few more shots in, cruelly staying with the same target. Jamie lifting right jug from underneath with left only to slam the right glove in again, bashing it off to the side, swinging painfully. Sophia looks sickly and her right breast looks worse as Jamie’s eyes light up, but Bush is a tough cookie, and she absorbs a flattening straight left to damaged jug, just to open Jamie’s defences and slam a left hook across Sigler’s left orb, flopping it about in retaliation. Jamie covers and moves, and Sophia doesn’t look like she wants to follow, happy to give her jug a moment to rest. So Jamie comes back, landing a couple of hooks to ribs before the bell rings, sending battered beauties to their corners, Sophia breathing slowly, looking pained in hers, holding back tears as she gently cups bruised right jug. It really doesn’t look like it can take much more. Sophia may start getting desperate.

Round 6:
Both beauties happy to probe with jabs to open the sixth. They look tired, and their jugs look spent, but they push on, determined to prove jug dominance to their adversary. Sophia clearly wants to mug left jug of Jamie, but the hook doesn’t make it as Jamie simply slips jab up high and clips Sophia’s tender nose, scaring her. She seems to have flinched, and Jamie takes the open left jug, crunching it against ribs with a straight right. Sophia wincing, Jamie going back to struggling right jug of Sophia, jabbing combos and sending the orb sloshing about, then wobbling like jello. Sophia doing well to still persist given the look of that jug. She desperately gets the guard going in front of that jug again, and there’s no way she’s letting it slip now. Jamie tries to penetrate, wanting to bust the lovely orb open, but Sophia protects, then BAM! Jamie’s left jug is SLAMMED by Sophia’s overhanded left. Jamie’s giant orb almost knocked to the ground it was hammered so hard. Jamie’s face says it all, a look of panic overcoming her. Then Sophia winds up with a right uppercut that smashes the underneath of Sigler’s left breast and if it wasn’t covered you could probably see blood vessels bursting instantly. Incredible power from Sophia’s fists, and Jamie clutches her wounded tit feebly as her lovely legs collapse under her and she hits the deck. Sophia looks on as Jamie works hard to drag herself to her feet. She gets there, just before the count ends, but she is still holding that jug, as if it’s likely to drop if she was to let it go. The bell comes none too soon for Jamie, who stammers to her corner and all but collapses there, glancing sadly down at her busted jug, surely wondering how she is supposed to get back into this after those blows.

Round 7:
Jamie knows it’s do or die. She lets her left tit dangle low and comes in swinging for Sophia’s mottled right jug, keen for revenge and aware that one big blow could see Sophia’s night end. But, Bush guards keenly and manages to protect lucky jug, blocking wild swings before retaliating with a counter cross that snaps off of Jamie’s chin, staggering her enough for Sophia to slam a left hook into right jug followed by a wild right hook into left jug. And Jamie is screaming as her left melon balloons up. Sophia finding the mercy in her heart now to put Jamie to rest, cracks an uppercut under Sigler’s chin that drops her backwards, lights out as she hits the mat, battered jugs flopping about as she lands with a heavy thud. Sophia Bush wins, KO7!

Post-fight:
Sophia taking her time to remove her gloves in her corner, allowing Jamie-Lynn to clear her head a little, and probably happy to give that right jug in particular all the short rest time available. Then, she coolly approaches still downed Sigler, and wraps a hand in those dark tresses to pull her up to her knees. “Sorry, Jamie,” Sophia offers, glancing down at Sigler’s bruised and battered jugs hanging miserably low on her chest. Jamie is crying, visibly hurt, and Sophia softly runs her free hand over Sigler’s mangled left jug, even that slight touch getting a whimper and a flinch from poor, battered Jamie. “Don’t worry, you’re still super sexy. Just, you know, not as sexy as these…” Sophia punctuates her remark by suddenly slamming Jamie’s face deep into Bush’s own cleavage, smothering the beaten beauty. Jamie-Lynn struggles at first, hands pawing at Sophia’s sides, but they soon slip to hip and then thigh, before going limp and dropping off of the victorious Sophia altogether. Soph grinning widely, proudly, as Jamie goes to sleep peacefully between her queen-sized bed of cleavage. Sophia holds Sigler’s beautiful face in deeply between her jugs by a strong grip on her hair, until she is sure Jaimie is done. Eventually the grip on her dark locks is released and Jaimie-Lynn’s face pops out from between lovely Sophia breasts and Sigler is dropped to her back, fast asleep. Sophia lifts her arms in victory, looking a little relieved, but very proud.

Afterwards, Sophia already looking ahead to Seasons Beatings PPV. “Jamie-Lynn was a great test, and I passed. She is an incredible competitor. It took an awful lot of damage and some dogged determination from me to finally get here. I’m certainly impressed and I’d vouch for her any day of the week. But, I won. And now I’m ready for Jenna, I know I am. I’m ready to put her floppy udders out of commission and that pitiful face of hers to sleep between these victorious jugs of MD.” Sophia punctuating comment by cupping those winning jugs of hers rather proudly. “Hope you were watching, Jenna, because you can expect that and much worse once I’m done with your saggy self.”

Jamie-Lynn brought around eventually, looking rather sullen and predictably sore. “I… I don’t know how Sophia kept going. Her right tit is a mess. I threw everything I had at it. I’ll be back in a JMD ring soon. There is no way every woman can deal with that kind of punishment. I’ll get wins soon. But, my hat is off to her. She puts up a great fight.”