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30 December 2015 Title Ch Michelle Keegan vs Christina Ricci

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on December 30, 2015, 11:29 am.

Michelle Keegan versus Christina Ricci (JMD Championship)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)

Before: “This has always been OUR title!” Michelle insists. “Kelly and Cat brought it over here, and I’ve brought the tiara back where it belongs! It’s taken much too long to bring it home, and it’s not leaving on my watch!”

“Nobody ‘invented’ JMD. The Playboy Clubs were doing it while the Brits were worshiping Twiggy. And Michelle was SEVENTEEN when Jenny Love came up with the word. There’s nothing inherently British about it, anymore than it was somehow tainted when those two Canadians had it.” Christina retorts dismissively. “The tiara belongs to the best rack in the FCBA. And that is right here!”

Michelle in her white bikini, hair long and loose down her back. Christina in a purple single-strap bikini, hair in a pixie cut. White gloves all around.

R1:   Christina comes barreling in as usual, Michelle takes the charge on her chest, spins around and releases her. Both girls set up swinging away lusty midring, Ricci's shorter, more compact delivery beating Keegan to punches and THE CHAMP IS ROCKED! Clanging lefts and rights on the chin as Michelle's caught flailing away wide - she stomps around in fence post holes, left hand cupped around Chrissy's head for support - ring-around-the-rosy as Keegan staggers for balance under fire. Good recovery from Michelle, shakes off the hurt, tags Chrissy a right uppercut, rakes her hooks and has her crouching forward into punishment. Ricci getting stroked, but taking it well - judges give her the round despite Keegan's effective rally.

R2:   HAMMER AND TONGS MIDRING! Girls fall in and form up fight’s first Cauldron, riding left arms up around each other’s necks, heads held in tight, right hands pumping and digging to tender middles and pouting racks. Constant tug ‘n’ slug rotates women in random patterns around the ring--neither able to get an upper hand. Fight spills into ropes, girls burbling along--now Michelle on top, now Chrissy; Cauldron more or less held together as both girls convinced she can get the better of it. Down the stretch, it’s Ricci pressed to a seat in the ropes, no longer punching, Keegan disengaging from the hold-and-hit, getting a little distance and pounding away crisscross to Chrissy’s pulsing orbs. Ricci open mouthed, just sitting and taking what Keegan has to offer. Extra slugging after the bell? Good lord yes, Michelle looking to get some of her own back against a former champ.

R3:   Chrissy pouring into Michelle full-bore, driving her onto the ropes as she lands thudding leather tummy, tits and ribs. Keegan riding the left arm around Ricci’s head and pulling her in close--warm, wriggling clinches evolve as Challenger squirms to tuck leather into jug or tummy from inside the grasp. Murky stuff, Michelle pulling at Chrissy, tieing her up, holding and hitting her cute. Ricci gritting teeth, straining to push at Keegan’s rounded arms; lowering her head and pumping two-handed to paunch until Champ can wrap her up. Michelle getting the better of it, clubbing and cuffing Chrissy’s face in tight, then usually smothering the receipt--but down the stretch, Ricci’s constant pressure pays off. Michelle riding her forearms on Chrissy’s back, pushes Ricci’s head down as she’s punching to the body. Downward pressure inadvertently makes Chrissy chug away low, burying a series of plugging lefts and rights to Michelle’s white trunks. Bleat of pain with a British accent, as Ricci erupts out of the crouch a big booming hook! Keegan chin-checked, draped helpless against ropes: CHRISSY ROMPS TO JUGG! Crowd roaring to its feet as Ricci hammers FURIOUSLY at Keegan’s plump rack--glorious hup-hup-hup assault flattens and jostles those beauties as poor Michelle is reeling hurt. Bell: Chrissy in there scrubbing--putting as much forearm as leather onto bulging British hooters, ref finally pulls snarling little vixen off her prey as tears pour down Keegan’s cheeks.

R4:   Chrissy slams into Michelle once again, both fighters with right hands low and poised to heave up and into midriffs—bruising trade as brunettes stay clamped together with their chins one another’s shoulders, hands low, arms pumping lefts and rights underneath. Gritty effort from Chrissy as she as she takes it out of Michelle’s belly, forcing her into grudging retreat, then mauling her up against the ropes, Champ covered up and taking from the midway point; seated on the ropes, lolling sideways at times, gloves up around her face, arms in as she SOAKS up Ricci’s hard work. Keegan battered about her arms and tummy, sliding along the ropes as Chrissy beats her, finishing up the shutout in a neutral corner, getting brawny as Michelle sobs in outrage at the bell.

R5:   Chrissy tries to squirm up close again and start working. Michelle sticking Ricci to the face on approach, bogging her down at the end of the punch. Keegan placing right hands firm and loud to the body - leather pounding out tart against Chrissy's ribs, tummy. Midway through, Michelle walks Chrissy into a tidy right uppercut, Challenger spills past, face-first to ropes, Champion pounces, squaring up big girl. Keegan establishes wrap: left arm trapping Ricci's right, right hand free to plug flat to body, or jam in rich to jug. Chrissy grimacing, trying to jerk her right arm free or tie up with her left arm, but Michelle’s too big: she's using her right to push Ricci’s arms open before laying on the leather.

R6:   Girls laying in, struggling for position, wrestling, but it’s Michelle walking Chrissy back now. Both women getting off mouth on shoulder as they stagger into the ropes. Keegan strong on the strands--landing clouting lefts and rights as she bends side to side, getting her hips into it, Ricci hunched over getting her chin cracked and CHRISSY GOES DOWN! Both girls startled, Ricci just dropping to one knee, Keegan staggering back as the ref issues 8. Michelle ROARING out of the corner! Sailing into Chrissy with pitching rights and lefts, backing Challenger up under a sheet of leather clear across the ring. Keegan pushing up on Ricci, then sinking hard shots to the breadbasket--she’s got Chrissy groaning, legs shaking, AND THE REF STEPS IN! Ricci’s head lolls back, baring her throat, and the ref has no choice, TKO6 for the winner and STILL JMD Champion, Michelle Keegan!

After: Michelle quickly gets her gloves off, doesn’t wait for Chrissy’s people to do the same as she grabs her by the hair with both hands. Keegan hauls her pixie-cut challenger up, than BURIES a knee to Ricci’s gut, jackknifing her prey forward into her waiting cleavage! Chrissy arms flailing, gloves thudding uselessly at Champion’s back and butt as oxygen debt brings her inexorably downward. First to her knees, then to her rump, then down to her back, Ricci’s struggles get weaker and weaker, till Keegan releases her grip, letting Chrissy head loll sideways. Ricci’s jaw drops, and her tongue sticks out, giving the Champs a little lick. Keegan notices and makes a show of wiping off the wet spot as she rises to acknowledge the crowd cheering her first successful challenge!