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4 July 2018 Demi Lovato vs Demi Rose

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Posted by oddmanout on Jul 5, 2018 at 9:08pm

Demi Rose vs Demi Lovato (BMD bout)

Before: “I’ve warned her already. If she wants to fight dirty, I’ll gladly roll around in the mud with her! I’m ready for it this time, and the last thing she’ll see is my bum. Hopefully, I’ll have worked up a sweat.” Demi Rose seems to have a but of a chip on her shoulder after Lovato handed her her first loss in her FCBA debut.

“Oh, boo hoo. She couldn’t handle my heat, and she would have already had a taste of my bootie if that witch Megan Fox hadn’t stuck her nose where it didn’t belong! If she’s crazy enough to come looking for something she got away from, I’m happy to oblige!” Lovato says confidently.

Fighters enter the now-familiar ringposts-in-sand ring. Lovato in a black monokini with thong back, back gloves, shoulder-length hair already wet and stringy. Rose in black thong bikini, hair wild and loose down to her bethonged bum. Black gloves all around.

R1: Lovato roams counter-clockwise, then steps in hooking the right hand - stays on front foot to hook at Rose's paunch. Busty Brit keeping her hands up, standing her ground, answering back when able - batting hooks to waist/slopping wide right hands upside the American's head. Lovato answering back stubby right hands up top/hooking jug. Spirited stuff - girls standing right in front of one another, bare toes digging into the sand, letting hands go, the “MD” lack of defense on display as bodies and heads catch crowd-pleasing leather. Lovato's weight of shot gradually decisive...by round's end she has Rose's back to ropes, handing out a healthy beating to flank-rib and gut, punching the Brit into a stooping earmuff defensive look at bell.

R2: Girls rocket out of their corners, slam together, bounce off, ram into each other, stick together mouth-on-shoulders, straining to walk each other around, getting off sloppy underneath. Nothing fancy - one girl shoveling punishment while the other girl takes - fighters beating one another's tummies and biceps as each tends to form crossed-arm fronts when absorbing. Rose spicing things up with clipping little right uppercuts, picking Lovato's head up now and again...enough to win a close round.

R3: Rose hops in, hooks the gut, hooks the trunks, bats an insurance hook to trunks, then gathers a sputtering Lovato up in her arms to walk her onto the ropes. From there it's British on American shove-and-slug, Rose reaching under Lovato's arms to stack, leaning on her while plundering the belly right/left/right; pushing off on the hips to get room for hooks-on-jug. Nothing fancy - one beefy girl bodying up and beating down another at ropes, Lovato spending a lot of time in sullen crossed-arm with right hand at left cheek/left in right armpit. Rose thumps home a loud left/right to waist at bell, then digs in an extra left hook to trunks late, bringing the ref in hot for a lecture while Lovato's whining and cringing in protest. British beauty unrepentant: “I told you to wear your cast-iron underwear!”

R4: Lovato seething during the break, goes right at Rose, younger Brit stands her ground and the crowd goes wild as the best two way action of the fight erupts. Senseless, tit for tat banging - girls in close, reefing up into each other's bodies, clanging away to the chins, often following through with forearms and shoulders they're in so tight together. It's Lovato coming forward, bringing up the meat of her thigh like she’s Jessica Simpson. After 2 minutes of sustained two-way action LOVATO STOPS PUNCHING! Lovato suddenly wilting - Rose's eyes get hungry as she redoubles her barrage of belly&breasts. Hup-hup-hup body blows as Rose steps back in good order, letting LOVATO groan forward and GO DOWN! Lovato sobbing for breath on all fours - Rose blowing a lock of hair off her eyes, then nodding savagely - huge 10-8 round caps off a three-round surge, gives her a commanding lead. Lovato angrily waves the towel girl away. Heaving-chested staredown across the ring, Lovato daring her to come inside again.

Interval: Lovato angrily waves off the towel girl. A sneering challenge issued across the ring. Both fighters love to wrap up & wrassle, is Rose willing to do so with a layer of sand gritting things up between them?

R5: Challenge accepted, Rose’s right arm wrapping over Lovato's left while left hands beat at trunks in the grasp. British beauty able to body fellow brunette to ropes, push off on her, then belt away. Lovato’s wrists crossed between her breasts, elbows in tight as she turns her right side slightly into ropes. Rose stamping away with straight right&lefts, beating Lovato without mercy. American frazzled, frowning or gasping when smote...she's just sliding to her right, looking forlorn. Rose showing her "Grrrr!" face - stepping-with, putting her back into stamping torso attack – her bethonged backside shuddering side to side when she leans into slamming right hands. Healthy, one-sided beating has Lovato wobbly-butt and shabby by the bell; Rose mouthbreathing, but fiery-eyed through 5

R6: Rose bodies up, tummying Lovato into ropes, American grimacing with the effort of reaching under to turrrrn her Brit into ropes. Fight tumbling along aprons as girls struggle in sweaty clinches, push each other into ropes, then try to belt away until opponent gloms on again. Enough work getting done that ref's not issuing breaks - just letting the girls reverse each other into ropes and corners; hold and hit; get off sloppy. Down the stretch, Lovato able to push off and pound away with strong punching: Rose turning her left shoulder towards the Yank as Lovato's bashing away to torso. Bell: American lost in Brit-hate - ref has to pull seething Lovato off as Rose is slumping against the strands.

R7: Lovato helping herself to trunks with a batting, low-slung left hand; wrapping her right arm over Rose's left shoulder, continuing to shove left hands to gut while walking her Brit to ropes. Rose just sick about the fouls - eyes shut, lips curled back off teeth-she's getting bullied ropeside as Lovato holds and hits. In the final minute, the American starts to tire, British beauty able to slug her way off the ropes - pumping gut and lifting either hand into Lovato's jugs. It's good competitive stuff, but not enough to take the round.

R8: Lovato wins the initial crash, walks Rose into ropes, gets big on her: Brit takes a thumping. American will left shoulder in under Rose's right, then shovel home right-to-gut, then reach in righty-under-left arm to get off lefty-on-the-gut. Grunting, hard-working stuff - Lovato just wrestling former JMD champ's defenses out of the way, then beating her; Rose struggling just to keep her feet and offer back the odd clubbing nuisance punch. Bell: Lovato won't back off - ref has to pull her away from distressed brunette at break.

R9: Lovato wades into Rose's jugs, backing her into ropes while pumping rack. American just laying-in cheek to cheek, rolling her shoulders to put a thumping hup-hup left/right barrage into British breasts. As the second minute ticks over, Rose mute with jug-shock, mouth open on Lovato's shoulder and TAKES A KNEE! Lovato delighted, Rose going to her left knee to save her breasts from the American's hungry fists! Rose up at 8...Lovato wades in to clean up, but catches a clouting right upside the head...she winds up stumbling into ropes it's Brit atop Yank, grinding away pate to pate as Ags goes left/right/left to trunks! Lovato sobbing aloud, sagging into ropes: Rose reaching under arms props her up, jostles her, then starts pounding that gut via short, shoving rights and lefts. American grumpy in the pocket, tying up under Brit's arms for ref's breaks...Rose comes back strong from the knockdown, but it's still a Lovato 10-8 to put in the lead heading to the final round!

R10: Lovato roaring in to finish, girls trade right hands and the American catches a shattering blow on her face that has her stunned. Rose reloading, pounding in another overhand right, then body, body, body with her left hooks, crippling Lovato, leaving her vulnerable to a quick spin-and-shove to put her ropeside. Lovato hurt, pushing back punches and she eats a CRASHING hook on the chin she doesn’t see! She’s out on her feet, reeling badly and Rose DIGS to the liver! Ripping lefts over and over in under the elbow and LOVATO SINKS TO THE SAND! Lovato alternately hugging herself in agony and pawing for purchase and it’s OVER! KO10 for Demi Rose as both women soak up a beating for the ages!

After: Demi Rose backs into her corner on hands and knees, where attendants produce a trio of stencils; red, white & blue paint, and a trio of rollers, to produce and impromptu Union Jack across her bum! Lovato uses the break to get up on unsteady legs, but Rose has removed her gloves by this point and shoves her opponent back down to a seated position. The American protests with a few choice obscenities and threats, but Rose simply glares down at her, a smirk curling on her lips. Lovato's defiant declarations in the wake of her loss are suddenly muted and muffled as Rose spins around, placing her famous derriere down onto her rival's face with the back of the American’s head thudding onto the second turnbuckle. Lovato's muffled and angry squeals can barely be heard as Rose grinds down her posterior, with the American’s hands pushing and shoving against that painted backside, but making no progress in unseating her conqueror. Rose grinds away, her butt setting down into a breath-taking (literally) position atop Lovato's face as she twists, squirms and kicks her feet furiously. The ref watches entranced as Lovato's struggles start to slow, palms resting atop rather than pressing the proud bum of Rose as it completely smothers her out.

Demi Rose is clearly enjoying the moment, chatting with people while she remains on her posterior-based perch, with no further matches today, she’s free to take her time. When she finally decides to stand up and make her exit, Lovato slides down, folding up in the corner, eyes closed as Rose rises to her feet, triumphantly jutting out her derriere and hands raised into the air.