Sasha: 21 YO, 5’6 (1.62 m), 8-10-0, 7 KO since 2014, Pretty Little Punchers
Demi: 25 YO, 5’3 (1.60 m), 19-11-0, 16 KO since 2011, Lookout Boxing

Before: Sasha Piertese and Demi Lovato met back in 2016 in a JMD match that resulted in a victory for Demi and a satisfying (for her) smother of the Puncher blonde. They are back at it and, to no one’s surprise, the pre-fight shows there is still plenty of ill-will. (There are rumors that the two are frequent participants in “smother submission” apartment house wrestling matches where tasted each other’s dominating titflesh though neither has been able to gain over-all dominance creating more tension as the two meet again in boxing).

“I am so going to enjoy this fight,” proclaims Demi, “humbling your hooters is such a great motivator for me.”

“Stuffing your big mouth into my melons until you are out cold is my motivating force,” Sasha snarls.

“You do say the sweetest things,” Demi sneers, “but watching your eyes fill with fear and then as the smother takes hold, it becomes acceptance as my juggs overwhelm you. That’s my real prize in this fight!”

“You are so arrogant, it’s going to be my pleasure to take that away and make you admit I’m the better JMD fighter!” Sasha fires back.

“You may have a better rack and more curves than before, but you know I can still beat you,” Demi retorts.

“And you know that my rack can beat you. I am going to do it again and make you admit it!” Sasha vowed.

The two proud young fighters now stand glaring at each other in tight tops and shorts. Only the presence of the beefy gentlemen from FCBA Security keeps them from going at each other right then and there. (No doubt to the disappoint of many in the crowd). However they do get chest to chest, rubbing their racks together in a Jugg Test of Strength as they exchange blazing hot, then as if on an unspoken command, they both step back and turn away. No winner, but the crowd is clearly excited and cheers them both. (Smiles seen on both fighters at having provoked this reaction).

Come fight night, Demi is in a black lace bra and panties. As an added touch she wears a black garter belt and fishnet stockings. Black gloves and small boots complete the look. Her hair is pulled back in a simply ponytail. Sasha is in a red satin bra and briefs. Red garter belt and sheer black stockings. Red gloves and small boots. Hair in a braid down her back. Two try to body up on each other during ring instructions, letting the other fighter feel the jugg pressure,m but then referee restores order and manages to get them through the instructions and back to their corners. Then they bell rings.

R1: Sasha shoots forward with her left shoulder pointed at Demi; right at the chin/left across the gut; set in her stance, but springy. Demi has her right at her cheek, left at shoulder height, looking to step-and-pump in the jab. Sasha flashes handspeed right away - dropping a slick pull-counter right over Demi's jab: LOVATO'S HURT! Demi stepping in fence post holes, blinking in shock: brisk hooks about the breasts and face chase her ropeside. Sasha patient, showing respect: she double jabs body/head, straightening Demi up before committing right/lefts to waistline. Demi grunting, bunching up: Sasha bopping in and out, wary of Lovato's counters - continuing to assault the ribcage/waist. Demi showing earmuff, swishing away the odd side-swiping left hook, but she can't make contact. Sasha snatching either hand against svelte blonde torso and jug, really licks away for points, leaving Demi shaken at bell.

R2: Sasha continues to embarrass Demi with handspeed - dropping right hand pull-counters over the poke, or swatting check hooks off the backleg. Demi routinely clipped about her mouth and chin, but fielding them well: right hands from Demi find Sasha's breasts and left shoulder, but can't connect with head as Pieterse maneuvers perfectly throughout and shows good footwork to keep her jugs out of trouble.

R3: Demi pinging out elastic rights from the shoulder, forcing Sasha to duck-and-roll. Lovato well-positioned to lick snatching left hooks off her front leg - really ripping at Sasha's tummy early. Pieterse grimacing, shying away from cranking blonde hooks: Demi able to lean in, extending on a slinging right cross to turn Sasha's head and DROP HER ON HER BUTT! Pieterse up quick, but blinking back tears: she's well and truly smote! Gabs setting up shop in closed stance at apron - right hand at her left cheek as she ducks/rolls/slips and looks to slash back potshot counters. Lovato standing off Pieterse's bow, pumping jabs, trying to lean in long right crosses: both women taking punishment as Pieterse firms off the harrowing start. Bell: Demi follows through on a hook she could have stopped - clubbing Pieterse in her breasts HARD! Tempers flare between the two as brief jug-scrubbing occurs after the bell, but the ref steps in between them.

R4: Good brisk fighting - Demi stepping forward behind her jab, but Pieterse making her pay with those clever swatting/chopping counters. Sasha turning at the ropes, drawing Lovato forward - occasionally stooping in close to press left shoulder into Demi's waist, nudging her backwards. Pieterse clever - messing with Demi's rhythm and balance, systematically showing off her power – both fighters still jamming shots into jug through four. Sasha making Demi take weight along the ropes and pushes off all big girl at the end, clubbing jug ROUGHLY back in retaliation as ref jumps in again, separating the two as Demi is swinging furiously at Sasha's jugs, but not connecting cleanly as the ref bodies her away.

R5: Demi fetching Sasha withering, cranking hooks up into breadbasket: Pieterse grimacing, shying away to ropes. Sasha classy off the apron - showing all kinds of slip-and-counter cuteness. Pieterse pointing the left shoulder at Demi; leaning into/bouncing off ropes; changing levels - using the shoulder in Demi's body to nudge her off. Lovato stubbornly attacking - pumping jabs to Pieterse's head, slinging in right hands and continuing to snap hooks off toned tummy. Both girls sustain good clean clout as Demi puts Pieterse under siege, tagging tits in a torrential flurry of blows, but can't break her down. But, at the bell, it's just the two of them just hammering at opposing hooters hatefully like there's no tomorrow as the ref almost doesn't even bother separating them at this point, though eventually gets them apart as they are scooping at jugs like they are on sale – tops and tempers threatening to snap!

R6: Sasha up on her toes, circling left, showcasing a stiff, quick jab tummy-and-face. Demi turning, catching poke: she's confused, weight on right leg, trying to get the timing right. Lovato's jab thrown off balance by Sasha's waiting right hand: every brunette left quickly answered with a chopping brunette right to rack. Midway through, Lovato's groggy, wobbly butt from steady stream of punches Sasha jabs tummy, pivots-left - sensing brunette distress. Final minute, Demi eats a sneaky right on the mouth: she's hurt, but stumbling forward, trying to bring battle. Sasha sidesteps left - turning Demi. Next, it's Pieterse with a wide hook to her foe's reddened rack draws Demi's right hand out of position; straight, sudden right hand across the cheek LOCKS DEMI'S LEGS UP! Lovato's legs stiffen as she goes out - torso relaxing on the backward plunge: she crashes to her back, head and arms bouncing off canvas. Demi stunned, twitchy: right arm slants up into the air as lies rigid on her back, eyelashes fluttering like hummingbird's wings and chest-heaving wildly as it's KO6 in flashy fashion - Sasha Pieterse, who steps forward and plants her foot across Demi's chest like she's planting a flag!

The Winner: Sasha Pieterse Defeats Demi Lovato KO6

After; Demi still flat on her back as Dani Fishel helpfully rushes out to remove Sasha’s gloves. Sasha then kneels down to straddle Demi who regains her senses only to find Sasha’s face leering down at her. Sasha rubs her breasts across Demi’s face just to warm her up.

“Now who is the Best JMD fighter?” Sasha demands.

“Not you!” Demi gasps defiantly.

Sasha lowers her juggs onto Demi’s face until only her eyes are visible and then she presses down cutting off Demi’s sir. She keeps the smother until she sees Demi’s eyes flicker. Then she pulls back.

“You want to reconsider that answer?” Sasha asks.

“I—I—I—“ Demi splutters. Sasha presses down her breasts until she has Demi flopping desperately for air. Then she releases. “You—you—beat me—Sasha—you beat me.”

“Very true, but how about how I beat you?” Sasha asks.

“Your juggs—they beat mine—“ Demi says groggily.

“Because I am the better JMD fighter,” Sasha coaches.

“Because you are—are—the better JMD fighter,” Demi chokes out.

“I knew you could say it,” Sasha says. “Now just say ‘Nighty nighty, Sasha’ and I will make all this humiliation go away.”

“I hate you!” Demi groaned, but then added in a resigned voice: ‘Nighty, nighty, Sasha.'"

“Nighty, nighty Demi,” Sasha says and reapplies the smother until Demi Lovato is sound asleep.

Sasha then slides back and removes the now rather bedraggled black lace garter. She stands up and saunters over to Dani Fishel.

“Nice job,” Dani says.

“And the best part is that she’s going to want more,” Sasha says twirling the garter belt. “I can’t wait….”