Anna Nystrom vs Demi Rose

Before: Anna doesn’t say a word in prefight, just walks up to Demi at the podium, just jabbing her left breast into the brunette’s left, then swinging her torso to jab Rose’s right breast with her own right. Demi returns fire with her heavier ordnance, left on left then right on right, the two busty beauties repeating the exchanges three more times before surging together chest-to-chest. They try to force each other backwards body-on-body, but neither one can make any headway. They go forehead-to-forehead straining for progress, neither one used to not being able to manhandle the other girl. Hips move back, hands move to hair as they keep pushing shoulder-to-shoulder until they’re finally forced apart. 

Demi in pattern triangle-top, micro-bottoms, black gloves, hair loose. Anna in flesh-tone demi-cup top, micro bottoms, white gloves, hair loose over her left shoulder. Fighters keep bouncing their breasts together during the instructions, ignoring the ref’s admonitions, till they’re sent to their corners.

R1: Anna announcing herself to Demi’s midriff with hooks from the bob; great thumping whacks on paunch, backing her brunette up. Rose back to ropes, dukes at her temples, digs in and slugs back—short right hands hammer-dropped from the guard, dip n’dig hooks hard up into Nystrom’s ribs. Anna won’t be moved: she bumps and palm-shoves, bullying Demi, punching in rhythmic jerks to the hips, arms, whistling past chin. Rose digging in when there’s nowhere else to go and slugging back hard in spots. Nystrom palming with the right hand to set up hooks, crowding in with her head and shoulders to pin Demi against the strands.

R2&3: Anna driven back--blonde butt in the ropes and this thing gets brutal in a hurry. Grueling give and take as Demi climbs into Nystrom’s lap and hammers away at her flanks, snatches mittfuls of tummy & tits out of the crouch. Anna rattled, but unbowed--she’s trying to keep her left shoulder on Demi, pick her up with the little right uppercuts, pack home tight left hooks to ear and in behind the elbow. Girls taking hard shots and laying in mouth on shoulder, turning and twisting into short, bludgeoning lefts and rights, uppercuts an hooks in close.; Nystrom giving it her all, getting right hands hard to Demi’s midsection--crowd on their feet as the girls slip into mindless brutality. Grinding rounds for Rose, hair in her face, big smile as she bounces away with points.

R4: Anna dropping the right hand, clipping Demi’s chin the left hook, then dropping down to get into ribs. Rose crossing her arms, bumping her shoulder into Nystrom instead of backing off—brunette letting her hands go, but not backing blonde up. Savage trade develops as both girls want the other on her heels—crowd roaring as both work hard out of crouches, bending into torrid rights, hoisting vicious licking hooks and DEMI GOES DOWN! Trade in hooks goes Anna’s way—Rose’s chin tugged hard to port—she’s dropped to her backside with a stunned expression. Nystrom hamming it up: hands on hips, chin up in mock-superhero pose. 8 count for Demi, she takes one step off the ropes then gets tackled HARD right back in there, Anna barreling in and climbing right into British trunks. Rose shoved and slugged—bullied and mauled— butt deep in the ropes, stocky torso taking a stamping as Nystrom’s fists romp to the finish line.

R5: Girls aren’t recovering during breaks—both are spent—they wander off their stools hands on hips, mouths wide open as they close. Sad, shabby slugging here—Demi with her left hand still on her hips as she clubs an overhand right to Anna’s temple: blonde reeling to her right, staggering away with her back presented. Rose stomping in, but wide open: Nystrom suddenly wheeling with a right hand that started in the Deep South clocks a looping roundhouse upside the head—twisting her brunette 180 degrees to her right and sending HER staggering away all wobbly butt. Back and forth—exhausted wallops and walk-downs: each fighter repeatedly bodied to ropes and abused: sloppy with their hands, fetching as much crotch as belly and breasts. No rest, no escape—sobbing, they fall together, holding and hitting, stamping around all stocky-legged and quivering tummies trying to find the other’s off-switch, Agonizing to watch—it’s just girls taking turns hurting each other, because neither can deny the other anything. At times, Demi might sag against ropes, her right arm across the top strand as she’s dragging in breath, while Anna stands just a few feet away, doubled over, hands on knees, belly panting, body shuddering. They rally and attack from the brink of quitting time and again—each 100% committed to the destruction of the other, utterly used up after 5

R6: Fighters guiding each other into the clinch, brutal cuddle-punching going on as girls slug away mindless. Squirming stuff, Anna groaning as she reaches in under Demi's arms, sloughs her off, then swipes the hook while leaning back into ropes. Rose open-mouthed, glassy eyed, falling in with her overhand right, then digging away with both arms pumping to belly as Nystrom ties up around the head. Ref issuing breaks, girls mindlessly plodding back in, agonizing to watch - both girls ruining each other here, using each other up. Late the round, Demi digs a stout hook to Anna's winter-white waist, then doubles it into ringing left uppercut. Nystrom rocks back into ropes, then slumps forward as Rose slops a right hand to left ear. Demi stays with the right, curling it up and under to take Anna in the breasts: crouches low, knuckles pushing on Swedish tummy, then EXPLODES up, straightening and hooking titanic to chin. Head swivel Nystrom, she slumps deadweight against ropes, head lolling forward, then DOWN SHE GOES! Anna out cold, splashes belly down, asleep at Demi's feet! KO6 in a brutal slog for Demi Rose!

After: Demi waves away Anna’s attendants, rolls the blonde onto her back with gloved hands. From her knees, she carefully places each of Nystrom’s arms in the crook of her knees before lowering her bethonged backside onto the blonde’s face, sealing in the smother. BUT ANNA COMES BACK TO LIFE! She pikes, crossing her ankles behind Demi’s neck, levering the brunette forward and freeing herself. Clasping each other in loose scissors, they roll several times before separating with their canvas on their backs, chests heaving. Swinging themselves up on all fours, they stalk each other, circling before dropping onto their knees and wrapping themselves up in a bearhug. Network slaps on Swan Lake at this point, but it’s clear that Demi has a new challenger for her crown!