Sophia Bush vs. Demi Lovato

Bush: 33 y/o, 5'4", 124# [32C]; Lovato: 23 y/o, 5'3", 128# [32C]

(Alpha Boxing Club vs. Foxfire Boxing)

Results: Lookout! (Lookout! Boxing)/Story: ABC (Alpha Boxing Club)

Pre-fight:

Demi Lovato and Sophia Bush are both relatively new on the JMD scene, having only participated twice each in JMD bouts. Each comes into this match with a 1-1 record, Demi’s most recent bout a win over Jessica Simpson, and Sophia’s a loss to Jenna Louise Coleman.

“Demi is a great fighter, a great competitor,” Sophia admitted. “I have a lot of respect for her and I know she’s going to be a challenge. But, I also know I’m up to the challenge. Demi is in the way of my run to the JMD title, and that’s all there is to it. She’s gonna have to fall tonight. Those little jugs of hers and all.”

“Sophia forgets that she’s in MY way,” Demi quipped in reply. “That title is going to be mine, and Sophia’s jugs, as lovely as they are for an old pair, are going be forced into early retirement tonight. Because, I’m NOT letting her get that title before me.”

Round 1:

A respectful start to this JMD bout as each beauty circles the other, nodding that they’re ready, and then we’re in. Sophia and Demi simultaneously throw and land rights flush on left opposition jug, and both women wince through those early, heavy shots. They both back up and readjust their attire, giving those jugs a quick rub.

The cautious circling again tells us how much power is packed into those gloves and how much even those initial shots are felt. They wade in simultaneously, but Sophia’s looping hook is this time met with a smart block from Demi, and the counter comes swiftly, Lovato’s left glove jabbing quickly up high into Bush’s right cheek.

The jab smarts and Sophia is on the back foot as Demi follows with an underhook to abs and finally a left hook that squashes firm right jug. And ABC fans are the first to fill the arena with gasps as their girl buckles under a tremendous jug punch. Sophia slips, but retains her footing as she flinches into a backpedal. The power behind Demi’s arms clear to all.

Lovato pushes and with a few choice jabs at high guard, Sophia is forced to the ropes, her lean butt propped against and guard in tight as Demi hunts jug.

Sophia gives her none, and Demi goes to work on the sides and ribs, testing this fit body early. Not too keen on taking all the punishment, Sophia forces a cheeky, well-timed jab out that bounces Demi’s left jug and with a wobble and a surprised squeal, she flinches, giving Sophia a split second to clamber along the ropes and find a little space.

Demi checks herself, seems okay, and pursues, eager to repay her opponent. A left hook from Demi is blocked, and Sophia’s counter jab snaps Lovato’s head back, hair flying. Sophia unloads a jab combo at face, and Demi takes some stinging shots before her feet do their job and get her clear, the guard coming high.

Now Sophia pursues… right into a launched straight right that CRUSHES Bush’s left jug.

The reply from Demi is huge and the crowd have left their seats as Sophia screams and scrambles, hands flying to wounded tit.

Just as Demi comes on again, the bell rings, and Sophia will be glad to take a breather at this point. A close round, but Demi’s jugs clearly taking less of a hit through the first, and Sophia is gazing down worriedly at sore jug as she takes a seat in her corner.

Round 2:

The second begins much the same as the first; with respect and caution. Demi a little hungrier, as she wants to keep the pressure on Sophia’s targeted left jug, but Bush is defending it in dogged fashion.

Demi tries more force, but the guard is strong, and with smart timing again, Sophia finds a counter, jabbing quickly at cute Demi face to slow her attack. Demi’s left cheek a little red and it’s clearly stinging, but she won’t let that stop her driving a low hook against Bush’s ribs. The shot is heavy, but Sophia responds with a left right combo that hits bang on Demi’s jugs and they are sent bouncing madly as she tries to retreat.

Sophia chases, pops a low hook that glances of moving guard, and then a quick left hook goes higher, smacking Demi’s right jug about her chest and giving her something to wince about. The Lovato contingent in the arena now a little more vocal as their valiant fighter has some serious jug mugging pain to deal with. Bush enjoying popping a lower hook just to open above jug and slam an overhand down onto each breast alternatingly, sending Demi’s jugs bouncing in totally hypnotic, but disastrous fashion.

Demi backs off, guarding furiously, a look of concern taking her features as her lovely JMDs wobble and Bush pushes on with determination and focus.

For the remainder of the second, Bush attacks and Lovato defends furiously, the guard working overtime, but mostly with success. A couple of jabs slow Sophia, but Demi’s tummy takes a few more shovel hooks and those jugs get sent flying with greedy overhands.

Demi welcomes the bell when it comes and her jugs are certainly the worst for wear after two, though she still looks fresh enough. And the jugs still look lovely. Sophia saying nothing after the round, just staring with intense focus, clearly determined to get herself some recognition against a top quality opponent and what wasn’t a terrific start in the first round.

Round 3:

Sophia’s look hasn’t changed as the third begins, and she goes straight at Demi, who seems too eager to bring up the guard. It’s all defence for Demi right away and Sophia slams the leather low, JUST above the bikini line, bringing a loud moan from Lovato’s sweet lips and a little bit of a doubling over, which offers Sophia just what she wants; rack.

Sophia launches a brutal uppercut that cracks up through Demi’s left jug and absolutely wrecks the thing. Lovato screams and grabs at tenderised orb, falling back into ropes. She looks set up for another blast as Bush rushes in and swings for the fences, but thankfully Demi slips sideways JUST in time, narrowly evading the wild haymaker.

Sophia’s momentum carries her carelessly into the ropes and Demi knows to respond quickly, popping a hook against ribs that bends Bush and gives Lovato a chance to step inside and bust a glove hard into Bush’s right jug, flattening the lovely breast. Now Sophia cries out and tries to cover, and the follow-up high from Demi is barely dodged as Sophia ducks under a tasty left that could have seriously bruised that pretty face.

Demi is following through as Sophia comes back up, and a heavy left uppercut rocks the underneath of Lovato’s left jug, sending it almost up to her chin! The orb bounces and wobbles and looks particularly sad and Demi staggers back, clutching at it.

Sophia steps into a bewildered Demi and slams a hard straight that snaps that pretty head back again and Demi is a little groggy just as the bell rings, saving her from a haymaker of a follow up that Sophia is winding up. With a curse, Bush grumbles her way back to her corner, knowing she lost a great chance, and Lovato gingerly shuffles on over to hers, taking a seat gratefully, getting those jugs checked out, particularly the left.

Round 4:

Sophia seems to want to get that chance back instantly, and she impatiently races in with a jabbing combo at Demi’s head. Lovato’s footwork keeps her mostly safe and the guard does the rest. And then Demi ducks, allowing Sophia to swing straight over her and Lovato smacks a straight combo into Bush’s midriff, taking some wind out of her sails. Sophia is surprised by the move, but manages a cheeky jab that catches Demi on the lip on the way back up. Demi’s head bobbles and Sophia rips a left hook into the outer of Lovato’s right jug, sending it smacking into the other.

But, Demi answers instantly with a left hook that comes crashing back into Sophia’s right jug, and now her funbags pendulum-swing about the ring.

Sophia pops a left jab intended to slow Demi, but a quick sway of the head evades and then a cracking left snaps through Sophia’s jawline. And Bush is staggered!

Sophia sways in the middle of the ring and Demi knows better than to turn down that kind of invitation. Lefts and rights pummel into lovely Sophia breast meat and those solid JMDs are getting one hell of a tenderizing. Demi pounding leather again and again against once firm orbs, squashing, flopping, mashing, and bruising with malice, every inch of those big jugs.

Sophia is trying to get the guard in front, but Demi bats her gloves away and then SLAMS each of her fists into the outside of Sophia’s jugs, smashing them together and misshaping the breasts like putty. Sophia absolutely howls and her knees buckle. Bush is down!

Sophia’s arms cradle her JMDs and she drops, sickened by the beating. Sophia has literally been mugged off her feet. There are tears in her eyes and those wobbly orbs look sad and sorry. Demi steps back, wide-eyed, anxious, and waiting on the ref to give her a big win.

The zebra gets to 8 and Sophia finds her feet! She still cradles those jugs, but she is standing.

Demi curses, rolls her eyes at the cheering crowds, and jumps straight back in, knowing she has Bush in a dangerous position.

Sophia panicky, arms relentlessly guarding softened jugs. Demi can’t pound through the persisting guard and decides to try and move it. Leather is slammed into tummy and Sophia just takes it, refusing to show the jugs. More leather to paunch and Sophia is bent, huffing. Then a cracking uppercut into mouth and Sophia is shaking as she wobbles back into the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle. But still, no show of chest. Sophia looking groggy, lip bleeding, but arms refusing to move, and just as Demi cocks back for a punch to face, the bell saves Bush from a devastating fourth round finish.

Demi cursing again, and Bush barely awake as she pulls herself along the ropes into the correct corner. Sophia sadly trying to tend to low-swaying, bruised and mangled jugs in her corner, while Demi grins with determination from hers.

Round 5:

Sophia almost looking scared as the fifth begins, and Demi doesn’t want to give her any more of a chance to recover, surging in and throwing quick, varied jabs and straights. Sophia catches a few on her gloves, then a left pops into her right eye, and with a flinch, she has given Demi a chance to slam right leather into the side of Sophia’s left jug. The orb tries to bounce, but mostly just sloshes about, and Sophia’s jaw drops in agony and dread.

Demi closes the jaw with a snap from the left hip that cracks under Sophia’s chin and has her seeing stars. With Sophia straightened up, back arched, Demi is spoilt for choice, and decides to wind up a haymaker that zooms across Bush’s chest and POUNDS into Sophia’s right jug, careening it down and outwards with tremendous force.

An ugly purple bruise has formed on the inner of jug and that orb is definitely swollen. Sophia is gasping, hyperventilating, and Demi is all smiles, aware of how hurt her prey is.

Lovato slams more leather at Bush, but Sophia is blocking desperately, guarding prized JMD’s with all she has. Demi takes tummy instead and Sophia’s abs are bruising up in a horrific purple hue.

The knees and butt are wobbly, but Sophia is battling, managing to keep her feet, even as tummy is churned. A looping right bounces off temple, and Sophia is groggy, but still standing, guarding chest.

Demi comes again, and Sophia ducks the blow, countering into a wild hook that clubs across Lovato’s jugs, knocking them around heavily. Demi winces and now cools things off with a little retreating and jug-monitoring.

The bell cannot come quickly enough for Sophia, and when it finally does, she staggers into her corner, huffing and tiredly eyeing Jennifer Connelly in her corner for some advice.

Demi takes a seat, looking almost frustrated at Sophia’s will to continue, but simultaneously proud of the effort she’s given so far. And so she should be. She has lit her opponent’s jugs up a thousand times over, and she must be confident that they can’t take too much more from her if she lays the heat on.

Round 6:

The sixth round begins with a focused Demi looking to end things, and a cautious Sophia trying to find a way to fix things. Demi hunts hurting jug and Sophia is shuffling as well as her tired body will allow her, the guard working harder than ever. A hook from Demi finds ribs and Sophia is grimacing but unyielding, and suddenly flashes a jab that catches Lovato by surprise, right on the nose.

Demi reacts with a solid straight of her own that whacks Sophia in the left eye and she grunts through a responding left jab that Demi picks off without hassle. It does stop Lovato’s roll for a moment though and Bush is able to shuffle away and regroup.

Demi follows, though cautiously, trying to read Sophia, maybe pumping herself up by sneaking a look at those bruised, sloshing jugs of Bush as well. Demi steps into a left jab at temple, intended to raise the guard, but Sophia is careful not to move it too much, happy to only half cover, taking a little bump on the side of her head. Demi’s follow up consequently thuds into Sophia’s forearm and does little to worry protected jug.

Sophia jabs out, trying to keep Demi slowed, and the weak attack is blocked, then countered with a heavy blow low on Sophia’s tummy. With a hoof of air, Sophia is doubled over, and Demi tries to stuff some leather down her impressive cleavage, but Bush’s gloves deny her bravely. The leather is held over the jugs though, and Demi grins with a rip of an uppercut, slamming glove into the centre of Sophia’s face, bloodying lip and crunching nose.

Sophia panics for a moment, gloved hands searching face and finding blood as she backs off wide-eyed, but it appears that the blood is from the lip and the nose is still intact. Bush barely has time to breathe a sigh of relief when Demi hunts slightly exposed jug while she can, uppercutting the soft underboob of Sophia’s left and making a sickening meaty slapping sound as it connects flush, bringing a pained expression over Sophia’s sad face.

Demi comes at the same jug again, but Sophia sidesteps quickly and counters with a crushing straight that mushrooms Demi’s right jug against her ribcage. Demi’s jaw drops in a silent scream, and Sophia slams her left glove into the side of the right breast, heaving it aside and leaving a large bruise in the process.

Demi is forced to retreat now as her jugs come under fire, but Sophia is hunting with vengeance, and she pursues eagerly, swinging madly at both of Demi’s jugs, taking whatever she can. Demi’s guard works to fight off the savage blows, and she decides to pop a jab back at Sophia’s right jug. The orb wobbles and Sophia gasps, but her left glove swings all the same and clubs Demi’s right jug heavily. Demi steps back in pain, and Sophia SLAMS her right fist straight through Demi’s left jug, flattening the meaty orb back into her chest. It jiggles, but doesn’t quite pop back in a hurry, and Demi clutches at it as she FALLS over flat on her back!

A shock knock down from Sophia Bush and a writhing Demi Lovato hugs at her bruised, flopping left jug, visibly softened from tonight’s punishment.

Sophia staggers back against the ropes, using them to remain vertical as she huffs and eyes Demi eagerly, praying she can’t find the strength or will to get up. But she does! Demi clambers back to her feet via the ropes before the referee is done counting, and Sophia looks almost as upset as the hurting Lovato.

Bush gingerly moves back in and Demi jabs out, hitting nothing as Sophia evades. Demi is hugging her left jug with one arm and jabbing with the other to try and keep Sophia at bay, and while it doesn’t seem effective, it buys a few precious seconds, and then the bell is ringing. With a sigh and a laboured step, Demi makes it to her corner, still cradling her breast. Sophia looks just as worse for wear in her corner, tending as best she can to her sad jugs, but she is certainly in this fight now more than she has been at any other point of the contest. And the crowd knows it. They are on their feet throughout the break, screaming for their favourite fighter to finish the other. And they want it in the seventh, for at this rate, there just may not be a lot of either woman left if this goes the entire ten.

Round 7:

Both women starting to look tired and worn now as this furiously-fought battle take its toll. They come together cautiously, guards at the ready, eyes darting, looking for the signs of attack. And it is Sophia that strikes out first, leading with the left jab high and ripping a low hook with the right as Demi’s guard pulls up. Lovato is slammed in the belly and with a slight bend, she gives Bush a chance to pound leather into her right ear, and Sophia does just that.

Demi staggers, but recovers and retains the guard in time to catch the chasing jabs at jug. Sophia shuffling forward, on the prowl, and is surprised when Demi stops backtracking and leaps into a heavy straight that crushes Sophia’s left jug. With a scream, Bush is retaliating clubbing right then left gloves at Demi’s chest, whacking those heaving jugs with fury. Demi is wincing and trying to retreat, but Sophia is launching the leather, pounding away at bruising, softened breasts. A superior jug mugging from Sophia and Demi is real trouble all of a sudden.

Lovato is bustled into the corner and forced to turtle as Sophia spends what could well be the lasts of her energy reserves in an attempt to finish this now. But Demi somehow wills herself through the beating, even as that lovely midsection is bruised, face swollen, and jugs mashed. Demi is wilting, and Sophia is visibly tiring, but unrelenting in her attack. The shots coming slower now, but with just as much power as Bush winds up again and again and Demi does her best to cover and survive.

Lovato survives ‘til the end of the round, but she is in a sad way as she plops down in her corner. Sophia also labouring to hers, huffing heavily, wounded chest heaving with effort.

Round 8:

Demi looks tired as she tries to jab at Sophia, and those shots are easily collected on Bush’s guard. Then it is time for a counter and Demi stumbles back heavily as she blocks a hard right aimed for jug. Sophia steps into a straight left that blackens Demi’s right eye, and with a yelp, the guard flinches a little higher, giving Sophia an opening for uppercut that buries into right underboob.

Demi looks to be in pain with that right jug, and while she is busy trying to look after it, Sophia takes no time to rip a devastating right hook straight through Lovato’s jawline.

And Lovato collapses! Demi is down, writhing on the mat, slowly trying to gather herself. The ref is counting, and Sophia is standing by, huffing, but not breaking her stare from Demi’s prone figure.

Just in time, Demi manages to find her footing, but she looks groggy. The ref encourages her to continue, but there’s a definite haze behind those eyes.

Demi is swaying, and a looping right is easily evaded by Sophia who counters in a big way, slamming leather to right eye, opening the brow, and then ripping a solid shot into weakened right jug, crushing the orb and bringing a wild squeal from Lovato.

Demi is staggering, and Sophia pursues, finding tummy so hard that Lovato’s mouthguard flies through the air. And Bush is in, slamming gloves into each jug, sending Demi flailing! Then, with a glint in her eye, Sophia SLAMS right glove down atop right jug. And that orb is HURT! The bruised, lumpy mess is wobbling like jello, and it almost looks ready to fall away. Demi is panicking, in tremendous pain, and the ref even looks shocked!

The ref is waving this off! Demi is stumbling into the corner, tears coming, cuddling droopy right jug. The ref wants this stopped and Sophia is ushered away from her wailing opponent as the bell is rung.

Winner, Sophia Bush, TKO8!

Post-fight:

Demi is sat on the mat in the corner, hugging her beaten JMDs and trying to settle herself, while Sophia takes a victory lap of the ring, waving proudly to the crowd.

As Sophia circles back around to where Demi sits, she smiles down at the mopey Lovato and offers her a hand. Demi looks hesitant, concerned, but she takes the offer gingerly, and is pulled straight up into a hug. The pair embrace in a show of respect, and the crowd seems to be cooling, confused by the lack of the accustomed post-fight JMD antics.

Bush has noticed, and with a whisper of “sorry” into Lovato’s ear, Sophia squeezes tighter on the bewildered Demi. Lovato squeaks out in shock and pain as Bush clamps on a bearhug, her victorious JMDs putting heavy pressure on Demi’s damaged set.

The crowd has piped back up now, and Bush almost looks apologetic as she keeps poor Demi in the tight hold, her JMDs completely dominating as Demi whimpers. Before too long, Sophia loosens her grip, allowing Demi to slip down her frame, and there she grabs a clump of sweaty, matted dark locks and gently presses Lovato’s face in between her cleavage.

Demi’s feet flail along the mat, her hands pushing against Sophia’s midriff, but Bush has her locked in. “Give ‘em a little peck, Demi, I promise I’ll let you go,” Sophia says softly. Lovato continues to struggle and push, though to no avail.

“Come on Demi, you’ll pass out,” Sophia almost pleas. And then, Lovato’s head can be seen tilting to the side, and Bush is beaming as she watches the crowd get to their feet. Sophia starts releasing the hold, and Demi can be seen kissing the victorious JMDs as the crowd roars.

Sophia is helping Demi out of her cleavage now, and steadying her on her feet. Demi is wobbly, face streaked with tears of pain and embarrassment. But Sophia pulls her in close, gently embracing her again and they’re having a quiet word in each other’s ears.

Finally, each fighter’s corner crew are allowed to enter the ring and make their way to assist their exhausted girls. Demi, being scooped up and carried away, and Sophia’s crew raising her hand and giving her a moment to soak it all in.

“Demi!” Sophia calls out just as her battered opponent is being helped through the ropes. “See you for the Scarlett fight?” Lovato glances back with a tired smile and a nod, and Sophia gives her a little wave, before exiting herself to the cheers of this appreciative crowd.