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1 April 2016 Celeste Bonin vs Elizabeth Olsen

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JMD(D) QUEENDOM II: GINNY'S ACADEMY VS LOS INGOBERNALES STABLE WAR PPV

Posted by Academy & Los Ingobernales on April 1, 2016, 8:33 am

Celeste Bonin vs. Liz Olsen, JMD. Result: Lookout/Words: simgrrl
Bonin (Los Ingobernales): 29yo, 5'5”, 151# [34E] v Olsen (Academy): 27y/o, 5'7”, 120# [34B]

Fight #1 in the Stable War between Los Ingobernales and Ginny's Academy!

BEFORE: Celeste is new to FCBA, but not to a ring. Celeste was a former WWE Diva's Champion called Kaitlyn, and before that a professional fitness competitor, winning a competition in 2007 at the age of 20. At 5'5” and her weight yo-yoing between 130 and 150 pounds, at any weight she's a solid, dangerous, opponent for anyone, whether in boxing, wrestling, or an MMA fight. That's especially true against Liz Olsen who's 5'7” but has to strap lead weights to her thighs to hit 120 on the scales! Thirty pounds is too much weight to give up to anyone, let alone Celeste 'The Body Bruiser' Bonin.

Celeste 'the Body Blaster' Bonin has quickly picked up the nuances of JMD fighting, “Kill the body and the boobs die!” has worked for her so far. And in slender, supple, Liz Olsen, Celeste sees no reason to change. “Those little titties better be a lot tougher than they look,” she laughed in a recent interview. “I'm used to those big old soft-jug gals like Taryn Terrell and Nikki... this'll be a new experience for me. I just hope I don't hurt my hand punching that bony chest all night.” Then she thought and added, “Maybe I should knock her out early and save my fists, huh? Whaddya think?”

Liz Olsen clearly uncomfortable talking about her breasts to the sporting press, perhaps because several of the reporters have encouraged her to “show us what all the fuss is about. Our editors told us we have to look deeply into an issue to really get to the bottom of it,” one guy tried (lamely). “So if you'd just open up to the media and ...” was about as far as he got!

“Look,” Olsen huffed indignantly, her face flushed a bright crimson. “I didn't sign up for this when I joined the FCBA. Now I know all about publicizing a picture or selling an album, but I'm not some hooker with double-D implants selling her 'hoo-ha' on a street corner. I'm a highly respected, talented, professional entertainer ...an actress to be specific; and while I don't mind being 'open' on camera - and if the nudity is integral to the plot and important to telling the story then I'm OK with it. But standing in a small, confined space and letting some crazed bodybuilder cum wrestler - punch my puppies is NOT my idea of a fun way to spend an evening. So ex-cuse me if I don't go all weak in the knees and act giddy at the prospect of going home tonight to ice my “little girls”.... because that's what I'm looking forward to while you press folks go on and on about what an enjoyable spectacle it was.”

THUNK Olsen drops the microphone and huffs off... already speed-dialing her agent before the door hits her in her tight, cute, unpadded, butt!

ATTIRE: Olsen obedient to the FCBA's demands for a 'show', squeezing her nubile young body into a scandalously nothing of a string bikini; her 'barely B boobs' straining the limits of two tiny triangle patches soft cloth over surprisingly perky nipples. Lizzie in MMA shoes and 12 oz gloves for this JMD contest. Celeste, no stranger to posing in her birthday suit, may as well be nude for all the good HER suit does. At first glance, you might her thong was on backward....but no, it's supposed to be showing her 'all that.' Her top - using twice the cloth of Olsen's - still leaves her massively enhanced bosom showing three times the flesh of Olsen!

(Gotta get with the prof's over at the U to explain the geometry (physics?) whatever - of how that's even possible!)
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During R1: Celeste takes one good look at Olsen's “obviously inferior” body and throws caution to the wind! Bonin rampaging out of her corner to end this one-sided joke of a 'contest' early. She looks shocked to discover Olsen has every bit as much desire to keep her body intact as Celeste does to rip it asunder! Liz hunkering down; pumping a stiff left in Celeste's face. If there's one guaranteed way to get a woman's attention (diamonds aside) it's to hit her in the kisser and Olsen has perfected her technique for doing it. Time and again when Bonin bodies up to get “big girl” on her, Liz smacks her in the face or hooks one (sometimes both) of those massive juggs. Bonin set back on her heels at the sheer effrontery of Liz putting on a clinic in how to deal with a heavier, stronger, more powerful foe. Liz by using slight of hand and slick movement avoids a crippling exchange in the opening moments.
Celeste finally gets the message and dials it back, settling in, to bang Olsen's body and it doesn't take much before Liz is huffing and puffing, struggling to get a breath as Bonin's bulging forearms and ripped biceps turn the tide! Celeste hammering lefts and rights into Olsen's ribs, taking her breath away with power. In the end, the competition between Celeste Bonin's power punching and Liz Olsen's slippery stylishness - for this round anyway is decided by brute force as Bonin takes the round (close, but emphatically!)

Between Rounds: Olsen's corner frantically advising her on tactics shifts, hoping to put her in a spot where she can survive another round, maybe even two if she's lucky.

R2: Celeste slamming her big fists together on her feet before the bell eager to feel Olsen's ribs again. Liz bounces out and starts circling, keeping her distance from Bonin. Celeste shorter, heavier, than Olsen quickly realizing she can't keep up with the nimble bantam and gives up chasing her; stops and stakes out a piece of turf in the middle of the ring and motions to Olsen, 'come and get me'. Liz stands off at a distance and gives Celeste a similar gesture, cupping her hand and waving her forward.
As soon as Celeste takes a step, Olsen up on her toes, glides to her left and resumes circling as Celeste is forced to pivot on her front (left) foot to keep her target in sight. After nearly a half minute of this dance, the referee warns both fighters “c'mon an' fight youse two.”
Olsen makes a similar gesture to the referee, cupping her right glove and then slapping her elbow with her other hand as she lifts the glove at the ref. (Good things there's no fingers in boxing gloves.) When he warns both corners he'll deduct points if their “girl” doesn't initiate some action, both Jeri Ryan and Cat Bell in the Academy corner give him a similar response, but without the boxing glove. Flummoxed, the referee pleads with Bonin to “go on and hit here, what're you afraid of? You're twice her size!” Celeste blushing, angrily stalks after Olsen, slapping her gloves together.
Liz bouncing on her toes, feinting left, going right, slaps Celeste's cheek as she slips past and lopes away. Fans laughing and jeering as the big busty Bonin turns in pursuit, only to see Liz dart past in the opposite direction, smacking her upside the head with her right as she passes. Again Celeste whirls, but this time Olsen ducks under Bonin's sweeping left she hoped would make contact, and slaps Celeste's hard, six-pack abs. Liz's 'punches' not hurting the sturdy brunette at all, but she's getting embarrassed and that hurts even more than Olsen's punches. Dance continues to the end of the round and as the referee pleads with both corners during the break to, “get with the program” the three officials scoring the fight gave the round to Olsen (in a close vote for brains over brawn).

R3: Celeste getting an earful from her corner, McMahon making a rare appearance to point out “the kid's making a fool outta you, put a stop to her!” Helpful advice from the boss, no doubt. Again, referee cautioning Olsen he'll deduct a point if she doesn't 'engage' and when Liz continues her 'hit and run' tactics for the first minute, he stops the fight and makes a dramatic show of doing exactly that, pointing to each judge in turn, then to Olsen and debiting her the requisite point.
Liz with a determined scowl on her face makes a determined effort for the next minute...a determined effort to 'appear' to be willing to fight, even tossing in an “Ali Shuffle” and a few wild right hands - from well outside Celeste Bonin's reach. It's obvious to most of the fans the fight is a mismatch and the most vocal support is for Liz Olsen against the referee, rather than Celeste who is at least making a good faith effort to corner Olsen, although she's having little success at the moment!
Last minute of the round, the referee “inadvertently” bumps into Olsen in the middle of one of her 'feint left-reverse right-duck under' moves and Liz stumbles right into Celeste's clutches! Bonin's eyes light up as she wraps her arms around Olsen, trapping her up with her left arm head locking Olsen and pulling Liz's face into her cleavage, holding her tight as Celeste bangs away to Olsen's left side ribs with her right fist. Referee lets it go far too long, despite screams of protests from Ryan and Bell as well as almost all the fans who have come to appreciate Olsen's grit and good sense... if not her combativeness!
Referee yells at Bonin and slaps her left arm, telling her to “leggo” and when she raises her left arm, Celeste gives Olsen a right cross as Liz tries to duck away, anticipating a punch. The shot hits Olsen above the left ear and nearly knocks her down. She goes stumbling off to her right, legs rubbery, arms windmilling trying to keep her feet. She hits the ropes and as she rights herself, Celeste swarms all over her, thudding hard, hard, lefts and rights into that slim, supple, bantamweight body as she bodies up and uses her bulk to keep Liz pinned like a butterfly in an exhibit against the ropes.

Olsen saved from further harm by the bell, but she's walking tenderly and grimacing with each breath as she minces to her corner. Bonin gets a brief, insincere, finger wagging from the referee, but his grin is almost as wide as hers! Celeste wins the third round on points (wide) thanks to the only offense shown by either fighter.

Between Rounds: Bell tending to Olsen's ribs while Ryan turns her back on the corner to chase down the referee and give her a piece of her mind! Hard to hear over the roar of the fans urging her to “kick his ass” among other (less family friendly) suggestions, but her body language, and her clenched fists, leaves no doubt that she was considering several of the ideas favorably. Across the ring, Natalie Eva Marie in Celeste's corner, barks at Ryan, “You want a piece of someone, Ryan? Well, here I am!” Ryan, now she's gotten the hang of that gesture, gives Natalie the finger too!

R4: Bonin emboldened! Celeste had it her way last round, seeing a light at the end of the tunnel she rushes out to take advantage of the prevailing climate before things change. Olsen achingly up just before the bell, having trouble getting her legs to obey; barely eludes Bonin's rush. As Celeste crashes chest first to the Academy corner turnbuckle, her right glove hits Ryan in the head and knocks her off the apron. Bell halfway catching her, gets shoved aside as Ryan slaps at Bell's hand clamped onto Jeri's breast. “Get your paws off me you goddamn ape!” Ryan screams. Bell, red-faced, is about to slap her stablemate when she realizes Ryan's ire is directed at Bonin. So Cat backs off grinning to watch the fun...
Meanwhile, Olsen's legs are limbering up just in time as Celeste nearly cornered her in the opposite corner. Even then, as slippery Liz slipped away, Celeste landed another big right hand glancing blow to Liz's ribs. Olsen wincing as she tries to breathe, cantering along the ropes, then diagonally across the ring. Furious at missing her 'golden opportunity' Celeste runs to intercept and tackles Olsen! They go down in a heap with Celeste on top of Liz, kneeing her in the belly as she rises over her, then hammers her fist back down on her backside, sending ripples through the firm glutes of the young blonde.

The referee grabs Bonin and drags her off, yelling at her and waving his arms like a madman, shaking his finger in her face and (pretty much telling her to go to her room) sending her to the farthest corner of the ring while he goes to check on Olsen's condition. Clever Liz, not badly hurt, nevertheless milks the break for all she can, “struggling” to her knees, then grabbing her side and stretching 'cautiously' before trying, with the aid of the ropes, to get to her feet.

All the while, Ryan and Bell have walked halfway down the outside of the ring and are 'in the referee's face' from the floor; Ryan demanding “DQ the bytch!” and Bell pointing out, politely, “This isn't some damn wrestling match, it's a JMD boxing event. She should have more class!” The belabored referee, looking incredulous, gets the point and again (making a bigger show than necessary) docks Bonin two (2) points AND tells her, “...final warning. Any more stunts like that, you and your fake titties...all three of you... will be outta here; got it?”
'Contrition 101' being a required course in the WWE training program, Celeste puts on her best, 'oh my Gawd, what have I done' face, then adds 'puppy eyes' just for good measure. Together, they're just enough to earn her a second chance! She doesn't disappoint her fans, either. As soon as Olsen's upright and the referee gives her the 'go' sign, Celeste tears after the still rocky Liz Olsen and knocks her into the second row of seats...or would have if the 'go home' right she threw had landed. Instead, grazed the top of the wide-eyed Olsen's head as she ducked, turned, then ran for her life!
Celeste gave chase, but Liz's feint-feint-reverse-feint-reverse again left both Celeste and the referee so confused Celeste was dizzy and the referee was looking the wrong way when Liz planted her feet and WHACK drove her right hand to the side of Celeste's jaw! Bonin stopped in her tracks and blinked at Liz as if in shock and saying, 'You hit me?' By the time Celeste recovered from her surprise, Liz was out of reach once again. The bell rang before any more excitement, but the points deduction along with Olsen actually landing the second hardest punch of the round (after Celeste's right to Ryan) was more than enough to win Olsen the round, wide.

Between Rounds: Los Ingobernales corner not a happy scene. Natalie Eva Marie more concerned with getting her hands on “that bytch Ryan” than advising Celeste - who for the most part had tuned out anything her corner had to say since the second round anyway. Celeste being embarrassed and humiliated by “that little twit”, determined to make Olsen pay before things get any worse. “All I need to do is to hit her in that pretty face just once,” Bonin tells Nikki, “and the cxnt's history.”

R5: Celeste clamps out like a Tyrannosaurus Rex looking to stomp a gerbil, ignoring all of Olsen's fancy moves, feints, and dancing, just walking straight at her, forcing Liz to commit to going one way or another, then turning and stalking her again. Olsen's in great physical condition, but all her running, ducking, dodging and changing direction, in addition to the power packed in Celeste's fists the few times she has hit her, have taken a toll on the young woman. Celeste can see Liz labored breathing and knows the punches she's invested in Olsen's ribs are now paying dividends. The next time Olsen did a feint and tried to reverse, Celeste guessed right and was there waiting. Her left hook rode a bit high, and landed just under Olsen's right armpit, but even then Celeste heard the gasp of pain and the sound of Liz' breath driven from her lungs.

Celeste drew back her right hand to finish, then was stunned by Olsen's own right flush on her jaw that turned her head as her knees buckled briefly, then firmed. CELESTE'S HURT! Seeing the result of her punch, instead of running, Liz chose to stay and make her last stand right there! A left hook rocked Celeste's head back to the left, and a second straight right to the chin knocked Celeste off her feet and sent her sprawling! DOWN GOES BONIN!
Liz stopped and stood in shock when she saw Celeste fall. For a moment, she didn't know what to do but then the ref pushed her toward the corner before picking up the count at three! Liz wandered in a daze to the corner and leaned on the turnbuckle, trying to gather her thoughts, wondering what to do when Celeste got up, hurt and angry, and came looking for payback! She briefly considered climbing out thru the ropes and making a run for her dressing room, but rejected it.

Celeste rolled over and sat up shaking her head, then slowly rolled over onto all fours as the count was seven! Bonin started looking around for her mouthpiece... left, right, ahead of her, but couldn't find it. She felt back by her hips, but it wasn't there either. She finally decided she'd better get up and worry about that later. She pushed up with her hands, but her legs didn't respond at first. They finally moved and as she stood to face the referee he was waving his arms? Wha.... Natalie and Nikki were there in front of her, Nikki taking her arm and leading her to her corner as her mouthpiece slipped from between her lips and bounced off her heaving bosom.
“Did I knock her out?” Celeste asked.
“No,” Natalie said. “But you made her look really good...if that's any consolation.”
Liz Olsen's knockout in minute two earns her a shocking KO5; one nobody saw coming!
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After: The first order of business is the drawing to see which of the six other bouts will be next. The winner, Liz Olsen, reached in and pulled a slip which she hands to the ring announcer who reads, “The second fight will be between Natalie....” a cheer goes up from the crowd for two of the more impressive racks on the card are coming up next. “Eva Marie of Los Ingobernales, against Jeri Ryan, of Ginny's Academy. While those two are backstage completing their warm-up and pre-fight routines, here's the winner who'll get her postfight party started.”

She handed the mic to Liz Olsen who waved over the 'penalty girl' carrying the urn with the 'penalty slips' from which the loser will draw one to reveal what her fate will be.

“Come on, 'Boney ass' Bonin,” Liz chides the red-faced and embarrassed loser, calling her forward. Holding out the urn, Liz shakes it a couple of times then tells Celeste, “You'd better draw something good or I just might put my gloves back on and slap you around some more.”

Bonin looks like she'd like few things more than a 'do over' but sullenly reaches in and pulls out an envelope containing the slip of paper that will seal her fate. The 'penalty girl' tears it open and leans forward to breathily whisper into the microphone Liz is holding up for her, “one week as the winner's maid.”

Celeste's face fell and got pale. She shook her head, her lips moving but no sound coming out. Bonin looked around for someone - anyone - who could tell her she didn't have to go through with it, but no one stepped forward. Until a woman in a dark business suit climbed the stairs in one corner and carefully minced across the ring, her stiletto heels sinking deep in the thinly padded canvas. She was carrying a leather briefcase in one hand and a black, Mont Blanc pen in the other.

She stopped in front of Celeste and said loud enough the microphone could pick up her voice, “I'm Linda Macgillicutty of 'Linda's Hot Temps', the company who will be guiding you in your 'domestic service' to Ms. Olsen. I just need you to sign this waiver and release form... it's for insurance purposes just in case you break anything valuable,” she said. She pulled a typed form from her briefcase, held the briefcase sideways in one hand and laid the form on it, then handed Celeste the pen. “Sign right there,” she said pointing to a spot at the bottom.

“What if I don't?” Celeste grumbled.

“Oh, then we use the second urn,” the 'penalty girl' said. “Everything there has been specially chosen for girls who're recalcitrant or refuse to fulfill the penalty they drew. I know what they are and I HOPE you believe me when I say... that slip you drew is a walk in the park compared to the BEST in the other urn. If I were you, I'd sign and thank your lucky stars!”

Mumbling, Celeste scratched her name on the 'dotted line' and slapped the pen down on the briefcase. “Thank you... Miss...uh... Miss Boner?” the girl squints, unable to read Celeste's scrawled signature.

“BONIN!” Celeste barked. “B-O-N-I-N! Learn to read, you stupid twit!”

Linda Macgillicutty smirks as she returns the signed form to her briefcase. Then she pulls out a small piece of folded black cloth, holds it up in front of Celeste and gives a shake. As it unfurls from her fingers, it becomes clear it's a very small, lightweight, and extremely SHEER black apron.

She hands it to Celeste and announces proudly, “This is your official 'Linda's Hot Domestic' maid uniform. You'll wear it when you go to work on Monday and every day thereafter.” Then she hurries from the ring before Celeste can get her hands on her.

Liz walks over, puts an arm around Celeste's shoulder and said, “I'll expect you at my place at seven sharp, Monday morning. My people will call with the address and details. I'll alert building security my 'new domestic' will be reporting to work so you won't have any trouble getting into the building.”

Then as Liz studied the brief, barely there, maid uniform she giggled. “Once the security guards see you in THAT you may have trouble getting OUT of the building!” She was still laughing as she walked away while the announcer got ready to introduce Natalie Eva Marie and Jeri Ryan for the next bout!
END