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19 February 2017 Gemma Merna vs Demi Rose Mawby

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Words/results by OddManOut

Before: “So the little girl likes to brawl, does she? She’s so proud of those great big targets on her front? Well it looks to me like they just might as well have big, blinking neon “HIT ME HERE” lights on them!” Gemma wavering between “Seen it all before” and “Needs to be put in her place” in prefight.
For young Miss Mawby’s part, “Isn’t that the whole point of this? Getting something other than these,” giving the bosoms a boost, “to be proud of? At least these are all mine, which is more than some of us can say!” Merna up like a shot at the slight, hgas to be restrained from starting these early, Demi waving her in, cupping her breasts a second time to give them a waggle at her.
Merna in white triangle cut bikini with brass ring connections and jade fasteners at the hips and betwixt her jugs, hair slicked back and straight. Demi in red one-piece with DEEP scoops round her cleavage and down her back, brunette curls wildly cascading down her back to her buttocks. White gloves all around.

During R1: Both girls waste no time as they rip into the each other with both barrels. Demi makes her fight coming forward, stepping into wide lefts and overhand rights, bobbing and staying compact. Gemma right in front of Rose, hands at her waist, ripping clipping right and left uppercuts into the advancing brunette’s chest and chin. Sensational sequences midway through: Merna tags Demi with the short right as the brunette leans forward, hurting the brash rookie. Gemma pivots, continuing to bat at Rose’s head with a quick underhand right, and brunette staggers past the blonde to the ropes. Merna opens up to pour it on with both hands, but Demi actually smiles through the bombardment as blonde wails away. In the final minute, Rose tears into Merna with more looping punches from a crouching advance, catching the blonde in the chest and chin after Gemma punches. With 4 seconds left in the round, Demi takes a combination flush on her chin, chops with the right to the breasts, and LEANS into a left to the jaw as Merna backs straight up, putting the blonde on her backside at the bell. Former champ can’t keep the shock out of her face going back to her corner as Demi whips the crowd into a frenzy, climbing the ropes in her corner until her corner crew can settle her down.

R2: Gemma showing those fast and loose hands she used against Lily Collins last year, beats a tune on Demi this round as the brunette plows forward, but can’t get off. Merna still moving straight back from Rose’s advance, but her quicker hands poke and slap at brunette’s face and breasts, and the blonde ties the rookie up from the side to minimize Demi’s churning inside attacks. Shoutout Gemma as she showcases championship grade recovery.

R3: Gemma’s corner reads her the riot act, but former champion refuses to make the fight easy, preferring to stand and mix it up more or less toe to toe with the feisty upstart. Demi with a furious grin as she steps forward with her punches, body vibrating with each blow, backing Merna to the ropes. Vicious exchanges in close as Gemma sits on the ropes, turning her shoulders into tight uppercuts and hooks while Demi heaves her fists into the blonde’s smooth midsection. Rose remains on top throughout as she takes the round. And keeps punching after the bell, has to be pulled off by the ref.

R4: Demi walks Gemma down, eager to take the pitty pat jabs and stiff right uppercuts in order to force another body-banging session. Merna sags into the ropes and leans in, holding and covering up as Rose lets her hands go. Demi with a wild look, hair in mouth and eyes as she slugs without restraint, hitting Gemma low, in the hips, liver, chest and chin with alternating curling lefts and rights. Again, Rose slugging after the bell, prompting referee invention as Merna cowers on the ropes.

R 5, 6: Gemma gets her legs into the bout, finally realizing that the little slugger in the opposite corner is too tough to mess around with. Circling, unpacking a backhanded jab from her hip, Merna can virtually dictate terms to Rose, walking the brunette into well-timed right hand from the hip that slices thumb-first into Demi’s pretty face. Stopping, popping, then bopping out of there, Gemma posts a couple of shutouts to take back some momentum.

R7: Demi finally listens to her corner, surges forward behind an overhand right designed to set Gemma up for the crashing left hook to follow. Merna shook, falls back into the pattern of backing straight back with her hands low, and Rose repeatedly smacks the taste out of blonde’s mouth with crunching rushes. They spill to ropes, whining and gasping, cramming right hands to body while crowding the other girl to ropes, then they reverse, tumbling along aprons in brawling clinches. They fight in corners, jamming the other girls buns into turnbuckle; bobbing to get head below the other's chin - lapping rights and lefts to thighs, trunks and tummy as fatigue spoils aim. Fighters are stumbling ruins near the end, holding and hitting each other into groggy mutual stupors. Final seconds, they form a Cauldron - left arms looped round heads while shoving right hands plunder belly and jug until ref moves in.

R8: Gemma with bared teeth, rips at Demi with a furious jab, stepping back and timing the right hand as the brunette moves in, round ends with another mutual mauling session on the ropes with Rose burrowing to Merna’s body, blonde furiously twirling left and right uppercuts into her opponent. Girls taking right hands with mouths open, eyes frowned shut. Groggy looks of waxen-eyed stupor when the other girl goes to jug. Sleepwalking in the clinch, carrying each other around - curvy thighs & full backsides giving their all in the scrum. Down the stretch,Demi crowding close while delivering short, drifting right hands across Merna's mouth, or cramming righty to gut. Gemma stunned, wobbly-butt...strong legs holding her up as she absorbs steady work to bell. During the break, both girls openly sob on respective stools, getting punishment-reddened chests iced down, thighs rubbed as trainers try to muster non-existent reserves.

R9: Gemma digs down deep and comes out with fresh legs, circles and befuddles Demi who can’t cut the ring off this time. Rose crossing her arms, doesn’t punch as Merna rips off 2 and 3 punch combinations in between slow-skipping sessions outside.

R10: Hammer and tongs finish as the fight is up for grabs and both girls know it. Demi with the early pressure as they collide, bangs to the body and head with wide punches, Gemma responding up the middle with slick combinations of left hooks and right uppercuts. Rose huffing and puffing, but reaching underneath to push Merna upright against ropes: more pumping abuse packed into blonde's tummy as brunette keeps her head on Gemma's chest. Merna whining, reaching in under Rose to get beneath her and pay her back to the body hup-hup-hup...brunette bobs low, now SHE gets underneath, straightens blonde up and belts her body. At the bell, both girls continue to slash away at one another until the referee intervenes. Decision comes back a shocker: Demi Rose on the strength of the knockdown takes the 1 point decision!

After: A shell-shocked Gemma wanders the ring with a lost look and trembling lips as Demi goes wild in triumph, and no wonder. A hard-fought, grinding victory over a respected former in one’s second fight is the best of all worlds. Blonde feels a tug on her hair, spins around to find Demi with both hands in her sweat-sodden locks, pulling her into her ravenous rack! A surprised Gemma finds her face jammed into Rose’s cleavage, but both their skins are so sweat-drenched that her cheeks just slide out! Collecting her thoughts, Gemma retaliates, burying her hands up to the wrists in Demi’s equally transudated locks and pulls the shorter girls face forward into HER jugs! Unfortunately, the victrix is no less sweaty than the vanquished, neither woman can get a tight enough seal, and they’re both too exhausted to hold each other in place long enough for a smother to take effect. They’re also both too stubborn to admit it, and shove each other around the ring, hands in each other’s hair, forehead-to-forehead, and tit-to-tit until they trip each other to the canvas, starting a slow, leg-locked roll. Eyes closed, too exhausted to hurt each other, ref and corner crews wave it off let them get it out of their systems as the technical crews start breaking things down for the night….