Hailey Clauson vs. Kara Del Toro (BBU JMDD Title) 

(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)

Hailey: 
(28, 5’11, 24:4 BBU, SIRENs, 32C)

Kara: 
(30, 5’8, BBU Debut, Free Agent, 36C)

BEFORE:

The venue: the opulent Grand Ballroom of The Langham, London. A venue renowned for hosting high-profile events, its golden chandeliers and ornate decorations serve as a backdrop to an array of cameras, journalists, and an eager crowd of boxing enthusiasts. The stage is set with two seats, facing the attendees, separated by a small table with the shining BBU JMDD title belt.

Henry Cavill, looking dashing in a tailored black suit, leads the SIRENs' latest and brightest, champion Hailey Clauson, into the room. Hailey, standing tall and statuesque, radiates confidence in a dark green silk dress that highlights her slender frame. The dress is modest, yet with a plunging neckline that unsubtly hints at the JMD title's focus. A silver necklace lies delicately against her skin, drawing attention to her 32C assets.

Kara Del Toro, not to be outshone, struts in moments later. Recently made a Free Agent and with something to prove, Kara goes all out, sporting a fiery red, knee-length dress, tightly hugging her curves with a sweetheart neckline showcasing her impressive 36C bust. With her is a new trainer and fight team, a stern-looking woman with a no-nonsense air about her.

As the fighters settle into their seats, it feels as if the tension could be sliced by a boxcutter. Cavill steps up to the microphone first, addressing the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, the BBU JMDD title is on the line tonight. Many view it with disdain, but rest assured, the girls who compete for it go all out, and pour in blood, sweat, and tears as well. And believe me, Hailey has proven that over and over again in recent months."

But Kara laughs sarcastically, interrupting, "Been there, done that. And remember, Henry, I didn't just beat your girl. I smothered her out. What makes you think this time will be any different?"

Hailey, clearly agitated, retorts, "Being dumped by your stable must sting, huh? Maybe after I flatten you in that ring, they'll have a reason to take you back. As for our last match, consider it a fluke. This is London, my ground. Your beginner's luck has run its course."

Kara, scoffing with a smirk, cuts in, "Been there, done that. And Henry? I didn't just beat your girl. I dominated her the last time we fought. Tell me, what makes you think this time will be any different?"

Hailey, her glare fixed on Kara, retorts, "Getting dropped by your stable must've hurt, right? Maybe after I've had my way with you in the ring tonight, they'll reconsider letting you stay on a while longer. And your previous win? A fluke. This is London. This is the BBU, my territory. Your so-called 'luck' is about to run out, Del Toro."

Yet, Kara leans in from across the room, looking Hailey dead in the eye. "Seems you've forgotten, Clauson. These," she says, emphasizing her own chest, "are certified Jugs of Mass Destruction. And your little puppies? They're just about to be outclassed and outlasted, just like last time.

Moments later, crystal chandeliers glint overhead, casting a luminescent glow over the lavish room. Rows of media personnel, trainers, and other team members create an aisle, leading to a raised platform. It's on this stage where Hailey Clauson and Kara Del Toro stride forward and come face-to-face, or rather, chest-to-chest.

Kara, with a smug smirk, leans forward, pressing herself into Hailey, emphasizing the size difference. The move is clear – she's reminding Hailey of the supposed superiority of her assets, the very thing that led to her victory in their previous bout.

Hailey’s face flushes a shade of crimson, not from embarrassment, but from sheer indignation. Their breasts squished against each other, she can feel the pressure of Kara's larger set trying to dominate her own, and her eyes, which had been filled with a determined fire, now spark with an added edge of anger.

Henry Cavill, in his mediator role, tries to keep a semblance of control as the two competitors shove their assets into each other, keeping their hands on their hips but itching to lash out and teach the other girl some manners.

Then, without breaking eye contact, Kara murmurs something inaudible to most, but clearly discernible to Hailey. The exact words remain a mystery, but whatever it is causes Hailey's eyes to flare with an intensity few had ever seen. With no warning, Hailey's clenched fist rockets towards Kara's face. Reacting just in time, Kara ducks, grabbing Hailey's waist and attempting to shove her off the platform. Suddenly, the staredown erupts into a flurry of punches, hair-pulling, and the sound of cloth ripping, with the once-silent room exploding into chaos.

Henry, along with a few security personnel, scramble to intervene, trying desperately to pull the fighters apart. The surrounding entourages jump into the fray, either attempting to break up the fight or defending their fighter. It's an all-out melee. After what feels like an eternity, but is only a matter of minutes, the security finally manages to separate the two fighters. Both women, hair disheveled and breathing heavily, shoot daggers at each other across the room!

Hours later, the illustrious O2 Arena in London, renowned for hosting countless epic events, resonates with excitement. Fans are packed in tight, waiting with bated breath to witness a rematch that has been talked about endlessly since it was announced, as former FCBA JMDD champ Kara Del Toro arrives to try and steal Hailey’s diamond-bralette a second time.

A video montage of Hailey Clauson's past fights projects onto the massive screens above the ring. It showcases her powerful punches, agile footwork, and moments of victory. As the last clip rolls, showcasing her previous loss to Kara, the arena plunges into darkness. A spotlight then finds Hailey, emerging at the entrance, the silhouette of her athletic frame instantly recognizable.

She's dressed in a shimmering silver robe that cascades all the way down to her ankles. Its hood is up, casting her face in partial shadow. Flanking her are members of her team, led by Henry Cavill, who looks every bit as determined as she does. But what stands out most prominently are her gloves, glinting in the spotlight, a reminder of the impending battle. As she embarks down the aisle, every step is met with a mix of cheers and jeers, but Hailey remains unfazed, her focus laser-sharp.

Not long after Hailey reaches her corner, the lights once again dim. A haunting, seductive tune fills the arena, signaling the entrance of Kara Del Toro. The screens display her previous conquests, including that fateful fight where she overwhelmed Hailey and stole the title from the former champ.

She's the epitome of confidence, dressed in a deep red robe, symbolizing power and danger. The robe contrasts starkly against her tanned skin and fits snugly over her form, emphasizing her curvaceous figure. Her team surrounds her, with whispers and last-minute advice. Kara's entrance is all allure and intimidation, her every move choreographed to remind everyone, especially Hailey, of her prior victory.

Inside the ring, both fighters shed their robes. Hailey continues to sport a silver-themed set. Her sports bra is a sleek metallic hue, with black piping around the edges, matching the shimmering silver of her robe from earlier. Her trunks are high-waisted, a blend of silver and black that reaches mid-thigh, ensuring optimum mobility. On her feet are ankle-high boxing boots of the same color scheme. Her wraps, peeking out from under her gloves, are black.

Kara, on the other hand, has donned a sports bra that’s deep crimson, contrasting beautifully with her tanned skin, and has a gold under-bust band accentuating her fuller chest. Her trunks are a matching red, sitting lower on her hips and featuring gold side stripes that emphasize her curves. Her shoes are a statement: high-top boxing boots, red with gold laces. Gold wraps twine around her wrists beneath her gloves.

As they gear up, the ref goes through the final instructions. Then, with a firm signal in the air, there’s the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of JMDD action! This here’s for the BBU JMDD Title!!

ROUNDS 1-2:

Immediately, Del Toro springs into action. It's clear from the onset she's intent on setting the pace, with the memory of her previous victory over Hailey fueling her with confidence. Her punches are swift and powerful, slamming stiff shots early into Hailey’s arms, already intent on going after her championship jugs. In response, she expertly uses her agility, bobbing and weaving around the taller Hailey, making herself a difficult target. Hailey, however, is no rookie. She's been in the ring with Kara before and understands the rhythm of her opponent. Clauson might be on the backfoot, but she's not panicking. She holds her guard up high, letting her forearms absorb the brunt of Kara's assaults. Every so often, she shoots out a jab or a cross to snag the chin or forehead, these early shots not granting her points, but still succeeding in keeping Kara honest and disrupting the challenger’s rhythm. But Del Toro keeps on coming, throwing everything in early but the kitchen sink, including some well-timed body shots that force Hailey to wince but not falter. And by the end of the second round, while Kara has undoubtedly left a stronger impression, it's clear Hailey hasn't been seriously damaged. She might have given up points, but she's far from out of the fight. At the bell, Hailey even shoots a defiant look at Kara, her eyes screaming, "Is that all you got, bitch?" Some trash talk there for the excited audience, who see this opening salvos as just that.

ROUND 3:

The bell for the third chimes and Clauson bursts into action, a clear determination evident in her stride. This round, she's not just here to defend her title, but to make a statement that she’s the better woman, beginning by throwing quick jabs at Kara's face, not so much to score but to force her opponent's guard higher. Kara, momentarily distracted by the sudden barrage, finds herself on the backfoot. And Hailey redirects her offense, sending a flurry of hooks and uppercuts that swerve inwards and target Del Toro's impressive chest. The crowd can hear the impact of leather on flesh, each punch designed to undermine the larger woman's "assets" and claim points. Grunting and caught off guard, Kara backpedals, attempting to shield her chest with her forearms. But Hailey is relentless, masterfully mixing in feints to the head, which continue to draw Kara's guard up when her head gets torqued to the side by another hook, only to swiftly bring her fists crashing into the challenger's ample bosom. Midway, Hailey lands a particularly telling shot right at the center of Kara’s chest, causing the brunette to stagger back, her face contorted in pain. Del Toro tries to counter, aiming a few punches at Clauson's midriff in the hopes of drawing down the blonde's own defenses. But Hailey, with her experience and determination, doesn't fall for it easily, keeping a firm guard over her assets. As the bell signaling the end of the round rings, it's crystal clear to all that Clauson has masterfully claimed the third. Kara, a touch deflated, trudges back to her corner, her chest starting to red from the onslaught. Across the ring, Hailey, chest heaving with exertion, shoots a triumphant grin to her corner, signaling her resurgence in this thrilling title bout.

ROUND 4:

Kara, having taken a slight hit to her ego in the last round, returns with a vengeance! "Come on, Hailey, let's see whose jugs can take a pounding!" she taunts, walking back into the fray as though the previous round didn’t matter. The action heats up quickly as Del Toro takes the center of the ring, her gloves slashing forward like pistons, primarily targeting Hailey's chest. Each shot lands around Clauson’s guard, slamming into her side profile with thud thud thud, sending tremors through her form. Hailey's groans of discomfort, each sounding like “ugh!” or “nngh!”, resonate through the ring every time a punch burrows itself into her bosom. Clauson attempts to counter, slapping a firm hook across the brunette’s face in turn, but Kara simply shrugs it off and continues her assault, pumping another one-two uppercuts into the base of the blonde’s chest, further driving her back towards the ropes. Hailey finds herself repeatedly backed up against them, trying her best to parry and deflect the rapid-fire barrage. But Del Toro is wilful, occasionally shooting a punch to the head or midsection, only to drop her fists back to the center and pump those championship jugs to earn more desperate grunts and groans. Around the two-minute mark, with Hailey's guard raised high in defense, Kara lands a stunning uppercut directly to Clauson’s breasts, which sounds off with a resonating "whudd!". The blow forces a sharp cry from Hailey's lips, forcing her legs to wobble, and it looks for a moment as if she might collapse! Challenger moves in for the kill, another vicious left across the chin, before a powerful right hook crashes in the other way, forcing the champ OFF HER FEET and tumbling backward! Clauson CRASHES to the canvas, eyes wide in shock, and the crowd erupts! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Kara Del Toro!!

As the referee starts the count, Hailey is seen gasping for air, using the ropes to haul herself up, her pride refusing to let her stay down. Meanwhile, Kara is all smiles, the sight before her all too familiar, as she struts back to the neutral corner, her chest heaving and pumping her hands in the air. Watching carefully, Clauson makes the slow climb back up by the count of eight, she's up, and the round's end only saves her from further damage. The statement is clear so far: Del Toro is here to reclaim her dominance, and she's just demonstrated how dangerous she truly is! 

ROUND 5:

With a whirr of adrenaline, Del Toro springs forth, trying to pick up right where she left off, hoping to end this fight early. "You ready for another nap between my jugs, Hailey?" she sneers, advancing with menace. Her punches come fast and furious, each one aimed to destabilize the already shaken Clauson, and a particularly fierce hook across Hailey's chest elicits a sharp "aargh!" from the Siren’s lips, the leather glove sinking into her orb and vibrating her entire upper body. However, Clauson, rallying the spirit of a champion, isn't ready to be defeated just yet. She retaliates on instinct with her own flurry, her gloves colliding with a satisfying thud into Kara's chest, causing her to grunt in return. "Think you're the only one with power?" Hailey taunts, her lips twisted into a defiant snarl, as Del Toro’s shocked expression gets whipped to the side by a swiftly followed overhand. As the minutes tick by, neither fighter gains clear dominance. They're caught in a tug-of-war, both physically and mentally, and the ring becomes a whirlwind of swinging fists and twisting bodies, punctuated by the constant sounds of leather meeting flesh, with both big ladies often clinching up and reduced to brawling along the ropes: "whudd!", "smack!", "thump!". The two find themselves repeatedly pushed and pulled along the ropes, with each trying to trap the other against a hard surface. One moment, Kara would drive Hailey into one corner, her fists pounding away on her firm torso, only for Clauson to twist out and reverse their roles. Then, Del Toro, when pressed against the corner turnbuckles, uses her significant bulk to wrap up and keep Clauson close to her, before using her legs to kick off and reverse positions, showing she's more than just her punching power. Their chests, of course, bear the brunt of the attacks, turning an angry shade of red. By the end of the round, it’s evident that this is no longer just about winning a title; it's more than personal. The bell rings, but not before Hailey lands one final hook to Kara's chest, forcing her mouth to hang open in a wicked “O”, and pushing the challenger back several steps whilst hugging her body. They’re separated by the referee, panting heavily, eyes locked in mutual defiance, ready for more rounds ahead.

ROUND 6:

Start of the sixth, and Clauson emerges from her corner with a renewed ferocity. The toll of the earlier rounds seems to have galvanized her spirit rather than diminishing it. "Let's go, Kara!!" she growls, moving into the center of the ring. And Del Toro doesn't shy away either, stepping straight up to meet her… Within seconds, the two are locked in a fierce, chest-to-chest brawl, rocking punches into the chest before Hailey, making the most of her height advantage, seeks to overpower Kara with a step-in clinch, shoving the challenger downwards and back. The two grapple, each using their own body weight to lean in with arms wrapped over the shoulder and waistline. Then, gloved hands snake around, desperately seeking openings to connect: whumph!! A short but powerful uppercut from Hailey finds the base of Kara's chest, forcing a muffled grunt from the brunette. In retaliation, Kara shoves Hailey back, taking a brief step to gather momentum, and then crashes into her again, their chests slammed together with a resounding smack! Despite the close quarters, both fighters remain crafty. They pivot and turn, trying to use the ropes and corners to their advantage. The tight, almost desperate brawling sees their attires suffering the consequences. The elastic bands and stitching strains and pulls as each girl tries to use their power to bend the other over with gloves shoved into the belly and breasts. With each entangled move, their tops stretch, threatening to give way under the tension. The referee has to intervene a few times, breaking them apart, ensuring the fight doesn’t turn into an all-out melee. Yet, throughout the round, it's evident that Hailey has a slight edge. Her punches in these close exchanges seem sharper, more powerful and precise. Whether it's a sly hook to Kara's side boob or a sneaky uppercut upwards into the challenger’s chin, Hailey's grueling purpose is allowing her to do more damage. As the bell rings, the two are once again locked in a clinch, neither wanting to give the other the satisfaction of the last word, and they have to be pried apart by the referee while shooting glares at each other, clear indicators that this bout is far from decided.

ROUND 7:

Both fighters look visibly worn from the intense brawl, but it’s Kara who's displaying more signs of fatigue. The usual bounce in her step is slightly dulled, and her breaths come deeper and more ragged. "Starting to feel it now, are you?" taunts Hailey, eyeing her opponent with predatory focus. Kara tries to muster a defiant retort, but her attention is diverted by the swift left jab that Hailey sends crashing into her chest good and early. Whudd! The sound of leather meeting flesh reverberates around the ring. Clauson, sensing weakness, goes on the offensive now, skirting in closer, using her longer reach to pepper Kara with a series of quick jabs and hooks. The force of these punches continuously forces Del Toro backward, and with each retreat, her resistance wanes. The impact of each blow sends tremors through her body, her breasts jiggling from the onslaught, and her gasps of pain grow louder with each passing moment. Throughout the round, Kara's attempts at offense are sporadic at best. She musters a few desperate swings, trying to break Hailey's momentum, but they either miss their mark or are expertly blocked by the champion. The round's narrative becomes clear: Del Toro on the back foot, absorbing punishment, while Clauson confidently pushes the action. By the two-minute mark, Hailey corners Kara, pinning her against the ropes. And with a relentless barrage of blows, she works Kara over! A deep thud resounds as a powerful hook finds its home in Kara's chest, followed by an uppercut to the jawline that nearly lifts her off her feet. Del Toro's groans of pain fill the air, and for a moment, it looks as if she might go down! But, summoning a reservoir of determination, Kara manages to stay upright, clinching Hailey tightly to buy some precious seconds and to halt the onslaught momentarily, her chin resting desperately on her shoulder, arms wrapped around the chest as tightly as she can to cling on to her chances. Finally, the bell sounds, and it’s clear that Clauson has fully regained control of the fight. As Kara stumbles back to her corner, it’s evident she’s been pushed to her limit, and if she’s to have any chance of winning, she’ll need to dig deep and find another gear.

ROUND 8:

And the crowd is on the edge of their seats, sensing that the momentum of the fight could swing in either direction! Kara, displaying impressive tenacity given the previous round’s beating, doesn't wait for Hailey to make the first move. Meeting again in the middle, she takes the initiative, landing a swift and powerful cross that fumps into Hailey's midsection! The sound – a deep, resonant “THUMP!” – echoes around the arena, with the sudden force of the blow folding Clauson forward slightly, a grunt of surprise escaping her lips. Then, the challenger wastes no time, pouncing on this opening like a lioness on her prey. With the champ temporarily weakened, Del Toro goes for Clauson’s chest, her gloves slamming in with relentless flurry. Each strike causes Clauson to reel backward, her face contorted in pain. The repeated impacts sound off like rhythmic drumbeats, and for a moment, it looks like Del Toro might just succeed in scoring her rematch victory. But just as it seems within reach, the tide takes another turn. Clauson summons a sudden burst of energy, and with about a minute left, she delivers a devastating counterpunch: a right hook that RAMS back into Kara's chest, forcing her eyes to go wide, and her forward momentum stopped dead in its tracks, a loud gasp ripped from her throat! AND HERE COMES CLAUSON, ripping overhangs back into Kara’s face, soon pinning the hapless girl against the ropes, battering her further with a series of punishing jabs and hooks. With every punch sunk into jug flesh or tummy, a chorus of grunts and cries erupts from Kara’s lips, both their bodies drenched in sweat, and their chests heaving from the exertion. As the clock ticks down, Clauson lands one final, decisive blow: a right hand crashing straight into Kara's chin. And just like that, Del Toro's arms go limp, her eyes roll back, and she crumbles to the canvas in a heap!! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN from the Siren, who immediately lets loose a ROAR to the crowds, whilst pounding her fists upon her prized assets.

"Three... Four... Five..." The referee begins the count. Kara, sprawled out, struggles to find the strength to rise. And by the count of "Nine...," it’s clear she won't make it, the spent brunette still sprawled on all fours, her forehead glued to the canvas, butt hanging up in the air. "Ten! And out!" The ref waves his arms, signaling the end of the fight!! Clauson takes the rematch in decisive fashion, and proves she ain’t a one-hit wonder!

Official Result: Hailey Clauson defeats Kara Del Toro via KO8! Hailey Clauson RETAINS the BBU JMDD championship!

AFTER:

The victorious Hailey Clauson, her sweat-drenched blonde hair matted to her forehead and her blue eyes alight with a fierce gleam, doesn't wait for the formalities to begin. She peels off her gloves with a certain primal urgency, discarding them to the canvas, her breaths deep and ragged. The exertion from the rounds of combat is evident; her body is adorned with reddened marks, sweat soaking her top making it stick to her form, revealing the outline of her worked-over breasts. But at this moment, those signs of fatigue seem to have disappeared, replaced with an adrenaline-fueled need for vengeance over the previous girl who took her crown.

On the other side, Kara, having been brought down with that devastating uppercut, is still on the floor, her brunette locks in disarray, her chest heaving as she struggles for air. The exertion of the fight has left her face flushed, her lips parted as she draws in ragged breaths. She's disoriented, her once fierce and determined eyes now clouded with confusion and the onset of fear. The sweat on her body has caused her top to cling to her chest, her larger breasts still rising and falling from the recent knockdown, becoming an inviting target for what's about to happen.

Before anyone can intervene, Hailey, with a predatory glint, strides over and lunges down at her defeated opponent. Kara, still trying to gather her senses, can only offer a feeble resistance as she’s hauled roughly to the center of the ring, her hair dragging her head and the rest of her body, before Clauson unceremoniously dumps her back down onto the canvas with a grunt. Not waiting around, the champ swiftly positions herself on top, straddling her squirming form around the waist. Then, Clauson seizes both of Kara's wrists, pinning them above her head, leaving Del Toro's chest exposed and vulnerable.

“You thought you could beat me again, huh? Time for some payback,” Hailey sneers from above, her voice dripping with vindication.

Then, Clauson, with deliberate slowness, lowers her chest, allowing Kara to feel the weight and warmth of her breasts as they begin to snugly encompass her entire face. The process is almost torturous in its intent, with Hailey taking her time to adjust her position above, ensuring that Kara's face is fully trapped in the deep valley between her breasts. The fabric of her top, wet with sweat, forms a seal over Del Toro's mouth and nose, making breathing an increasingly challenging endeavor.

Kara's muffled protests can be heard from below, her body bucking and trying to shift side to side in an attempt to dislodge her tormentor. But Hailey, leveraging her height and position, keeps her pinned. And as seconds turn into a seeming eternity, Kara's struggles begin to wane, her movements becoming sluggish as the oxygen deprivation takes its toll. The audience watches with bated breath, some cheering for Clauson's dominant display, while others offering a shout of concern for poor Kara.

Hailey then transitions seamlessly, making her situation worse. She releases one wrist, her hand swiftly moving to the back of Kara’s head, fingers entwining with the brunette’s disheveled locks, pulling her up slightly. With her other arm, she winds it around Kara's neck, her bicep pressed tightly against one side while the forearm bolsters the other, ensuring that Del Toro's face is firmly trapped and embedded within her sweat-soaked cleavage.

The seal is perfect, airtight. Kara's panicked eyes are the only thing visible above the swell of Hailey’s bosom, the look of desperation evident as her muffled protests grow weaker with each passing second.

Leaning down, Hailey plants a patronizing kiss on Kara's forehead, her lips brushing against damp skin. "Thought you could humiliate me again? Not in this lifetime," she whispers with venom, her breath hot against Kara's trapped forehead.

Every movement of Del Toro's – the way her body tenses, the frantic wriggling, the weakening attempts to pry Hailey's arm away – only seems to spur Clauson on, holding the smother even tighter. The close confines, the rhythmic rise and fall of Hailey’s chest entirely engulfing Kara’s head, each taunt, and the sheer dominance on display makes for an intense scene in the ring.

And as the seconds tick by, the combination of the tight seal and lack of oxygen starts to take its toll on Kara. Her struggles begin to wane, her attempts to push Hailey off growing weaker. Clauson can feel her weakening resistance, and it only serves to embolden her. "Nighty night, darling," she murmurs, continuing her whispered taunts as Kara's world fades to black, finally succumbing to unconsciousness.

Finally, as Kara’s body goes limp, the referees and officials are swift to act, rushing to pry Hailey away from her subdued opponent. As they attend to Kara after, Clauson stands, towering over the scene with a triumphant smirk, her point undeniably made: Not only had she avenged her previous defeat, but she had also emphatically marked her territory in the JMDD ring.