Hailey Clauson vs. Ivana Knoll (BBU JMDD Title)

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

Ivana:
(30, 5’11, 36D, 5:1 BBU, Free Agent)

BEFORE:

The pre-fight press conference kicks off in a bustling press hall, camera flashes illuminating the room as Hailey Clauson and Ivana Knoll stride in, radiating a palpable aura of confidence and assertiveness.

Hailey is the first to make her entrance, the reigning JMDD champion. Her golden blonde hair is tied back into a sleek ponytail, leaving her striking facial features unobscured. Dressed in a white, fitted blazer that does nothing to conceal her 32C attributes, she dons a diamond-studded bra-lette beneath, the glinting gems an unmissable testament to her hard-earned title. Completing the ensemble, she wears a pair of high-waisted black trousers that flatter her lean, statuesque figure.

Following her, Ivana Knoll makes a grand entrance, her radiant energy all but permeating the room. Ivana’s raven hair cascades over her shoulders, contrasting her crisp white blouse. Her choice of attire is a statement in itself: a low cut blouse showcasing her fuller 36D assets, taunting Hailey and the room full of reporters alike with her natural assets. Her high-waisted black skirt is a mirror image of Hailey’s, hinting at the parity between the two fighters.

Seated at the press table, the women are peppered with questions from eager reporters. When asked about her strategy against Ivana, Hailey chuckles, a flicker of amusement crossing her bright eyes. "Experience speaks louder than words," she states, leaning back in her chair, her smirk taunting Ivana. "She may have her...assets, but this isn’t a beauty contest. This is boxing. I’ve been in this ring longer than she has, and come fight night, I'm going to show her exactly what that means."

Ivana, on the other hand, bristles at Hailey's words, her fiery gaze never leaving the current JMDD champion. "Maybe you've been in the ring longer, Clauson," she retorts, leaning forward, her fuller chest catching the camera flashes. "But I have something you don’t: superior jugs. And that's what this match is about. Come fight night, I'll make sure you, and everyone else in the room, know just how superior they are. That JMDD title? It’s as good as mine.”

Ivana's taunting words continue to echo through the hall as both women rise from their seats, making their way towards the stage for the customary stare down. Hailey, her usually cool composure slightly ruffled, puts up her fists in a display of challenge. Knoll mirrors her pose, but the smug grin on her face makes it clear she is far more interested in the psychological warfare of the match. 

Ignoring Hailey's fists, she provocatively shoves her chest forward, invading Hailey's personal space. It's not so much an insinuation as it is a blatant promise: she plans on smothering Clauson before the night is through. This crude display seems to strike a nerve in the reigning champion. An indignant spark ignites in Hailey's eyes, and with a grunt of irritation, she shoves Knoll back, her actions threatening to tip the scales into an all-out brawl before the match can even begin.

The room freezes for a moment, the tension hanging in the air like a palpable entity. But before the situation can escalate any further, the ring officials jump into action. They herd the heated contenders back to their respective corners, their swift intervention preventing the situation from exploding into chaos!

Once in the arena, an electrifying wave of excitement washes over the crowd as the spotlight falls on the entranceway, where Hailey Clauson emerges first. The reigning JMDD champion walks down the aisle with an air of cool confidence, dressed in a silver bikini top that sparkles under the stage lights, her matching shorts accentuating her statuesque physique. Her eyes remain focused ahead, acknowledging the roaring crowd with a brief wave of her gloved hand before climbing into the ring.

After the initial uproar for Hailey subsides, the spotlight shifts back to the entranceway, this time illuminating Ivana Knoll. Ivana wears a bold red bikini top, clearly chosen to showcase her formidable assets, the fabric struggling to contain them. Her matching red bottoms and gloves complete the picture of a fighter ready to conquer. Unlike her opponent, Ivana drinks in the crowd's cheers and boos, blowing mocking kisses and gesturing towards her chest with a saucy grin as she strides down the aisle. She climbs into the ring with a feline grace, her gaze locking onto Hailey's across the canvas.

Once in the ring, both women continue their preparation ritual. Hailey bounces on her toes, her hands flexing in her gloves as she warms up her muscles. Meanwhile, Ivana rolls her shoulders, her eyes still trained on Hailey with a steely determination. The referee conducts a final check on both fighters, ensuring their gloves and attire are regulation before stepping back, allowing the rising tension in the ring to reach its breaking point. 

There’s the wave of the referee’s hand, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of JMDD action! This here’s for the BBU JMDD Title!


ROUND 1:

And Ivana EXPLODES into action, wasting no time as she barrels towards Clauson with a fury that sends the crowd into a frenzy. With a fierce gleam in her eyes, the Croatian girl starts swinging; her fists fly like blurs, her punches hard and heavy as she targets Hailey's chest from the get go, relentlessly battering the JMDD champion's bikini-clad assets. Hailey, caught off-guard by Ivana's ferocity, immediately finds herself on the defensive. Her gloves rise, instinctively protecting her chest, her arms semi-firm barriers against the challenger’s onslaught. For a moment, it seems like she might weather the storm. But Ivana proves too aggressive, her fists changing directions, banging into side tummy and chest alike, before going up high to swipe at Hailey's face as well, sharp hooks forced against the chin, forcing the Siren to shift her guard. The moment Hailey's arms move, Ivana sinks her gloves in further, her punches finding new targets as they start mashing away at Hailey's breasts. The crowd ROARS with each brutal hit, Ivana's blows relentless and punishing till the round's end. Throughout the opener, Hailey fights back as best as she can, slipping in jabs and small combos that land on Ivana's own assets, but they barely make a dent on the determined challenger. The round ends with Ivana standing tall, her chest heaving with exertion, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Hailey, on the other hand, retreats to her corner, a grimace on her face as she rubs her battered chest. 


ROUND 2:

Clauson springs into action with a renewed vigor, turning the tables with a powerful charge of her own to meet Ivana’s! Ivana's surprised gasp is all but swallowed up in the roar of the crowd as Hailey ducks under a messy haymaker, sidestepping with graceful agility. In the next breath, Clauson slams an overhand punch straight into Knoll's startled lips, her gloved fist connecting with a satisfying 'thwack'. Dazed from the solid punch, Ivana stumbles back, giving Hailey the perfect setup to go on the offensive. Clauson's strategy is methodical, shoving glove after glove into Ivana's chest, her hands moving with a relentless rhythm akin to a boxer working a speed bag. The impact of Hailey's punches causes Ivana's generous assets to ripple and jiggle, the Croatian's surprised squeals ringing out in the arena. Her attempts at defense are sloppy and haphazard, the lack of experience evident in her wild retreat. Ivana swings wildly, desperately trying to land a punch on Hailey's head, but the seasoned champion proves her prowess by effortlessly evading the attacks. Hailey continues her assault undeterred, hammering into Ivana's chest unabated until the bell rings, signaling the end of the round. She retreats to her corner, a triumphant grin on her face, while Ivana, on the other hand, is left nursing her battered chest, a grimace of pain etched across her features.


ROUND 3:

There’s fiery determination alight in Clauson's eyes. The experienced champion evades Ivana's early onslaught with nimble footwork and precision, making the challenger seem clumsy in comparison. Ivana throws wild, forceful punches, but they seem to connect more with Hailey's tummy and arms than her desired target: Clauson's chest. But the champ just isn’t on the defensive. Not this time. Hailey retaliates with a calculated ferocity, landing stiff punches to Ivana's chin that rock her back on her heels. Following up, Clauson zeroes in on Ivana's bigger assets. The larger size of Knoll's breasts only makes them easier targets for Hailey's onslaught, her gloves slamming into the soft flesh with brutal accuracy. Slowly but surely, Clauson manoeuvres Ivana towards a corner of the ring, continuing to lay into the challenger's chest with powerful strikes. Ivana, on the other hand, is starting to feel the weight of Clauson's own power and experience. She needs to strategize quickly and make a decisive move if she wants to turn this fight around. As the round ends, Ivana's predicament seems to worsen - she simply can't match up, at least not yet.


ROUND 4:

The fourth had started off promisingly for the blonde champion. The Croatian is held at bay, her larger targets protected by her crossed arms, offering Clauson little more than sporadic opportunities at her midsection. But Hailey makes the best of this, raining quick shoves of leather into Ivana's tummy that echo around the arena, each thud drawing an audible gasp from the Croatian, but it doing little more than force her into a tactical retreat. This tentative back and forth dance between the two warriors continues for a minute as Clauson, relentlessly, tries to break down Ivana's defensive guard to access those jugs again. And then, it happens. As though patiently biding her time, Ivana suddenly catches Clauson off guard with a devastating haymaker to the forehead, which sends the champion reeling in shock! Her usually confident visage morphs into one of surprise and confusion, her body stumbling to the side in disarray! HERE COMES KNOLL with a predatory gleam in her eyes, charging the now vulnerable champion down, then unleashing a torrent of punches aimed directly at Clauson's chest. With each calculated strike, she batters Clauson's jugs, leaving the blonde champ in visible shock. Then, as if wanting to add an exclamation point to this round, Ivana draws back and swings a brutal hook at Hailey’s head. The force of the punch CONNECTS with the side of her jawline, lifting Clauson off her feet and sending her crashing to the side, and into a crumpled heap on the canvas! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for the challenger!!


The crowd, silent in anticipation mere seconds before, erupts in surprise and disbelief. The dominant champion, so used to having her way in these fights, has been left reeling on the canvas, trying to make sense of the knockdown that had just transpired. Meanwhile, Ivana stands tall, her chest heaving with exertion, her eyes ablaze with the promise of victory. She has just sent a powerful message to everyone watching, and she was far from finished!


Clauson lies sprawled on the canvas, her chest heaving as she struggles to regain her bearings. The shock and surprise of the sudden knockdown are evident in her dazed eyes, blinking up at the stadium lights. The referee starts the count, his voice echoing around the hushed arena as everyone waits with bated breath. "1...2...3..."


Slowly, laboriously, Clauson begins to push herself up. Her arms tremble with the effort, and she's forced to pause for a moment, her body wracked with shivers as she fights to regain her footing. "4...5...6..."


On shaky legs, Hailey manages to rise to her feet, just as the count reaches eight. She sways for a moment before catching herself, a grimace of determination on her face. She nods to the referee, signaling her intention to continue.


No sooner has the fight been allowed to continue than Ivana Knoll charges forward, determined to seize her moment! Hailey scrambles to cover up, crossing her arms over her chest in an effort to protect herself from the Croatian's onslaught. But Ivana powers inwards like a wrecking ball, her gloves swung in and targeting Clauson's unprotected head and midsection. With each thunderous punch that lands on the sides of Hailey's head, the blonde's knees seem to buckle a little more, getting driven across the ring and back. Meanwhile, Ivana's fists sink deep into Clauson's glistening torso, each punch eliciting a gasp of pain from the champ. But Clauson remains upright. Finally, the bell rings, but the memory of Ivana's devastating win this time hangs heavy in the air. Clauson stumbles back to her corner, a look of grim determination on her face. She has survived the knockdown attempt, but she knows she still has a fight on her hands. 

ROUND 5:

Knoll wastes NO time in charging directly at the champ! Her momentum is a blur of power, her fists primed and ready to deliver more punishing blows to send Clauson down to the canvas for the second and final time! But Hailey is prepared this time around! A savage determination twists her features into a snarl as she raises her arms to block Ivana's first assault, the challenger’s fist absorbed by her guard. And before the Croatian can recover, Clauson retaliates. One fist flies out, a staggering hit to Ivana's jaw, which snaps her head sideways. A second fist hammers into Ivana's chest, violently shaking her whole body and jolting her breasts within their bikini top. But Ivana doesn't back down either. Shock gives way to gritty payback, and she swings back instinctively, her own glove connecting with Hailey's bikini top, producing a sharp gasp from the champion's lips. From there, the two of them UNLEASH a frenzy of strikes against each other, Clauson's fists mercilessly assaulting Knoll's breasts and chin, while Ivana retaliates in kind. Their bodies are a mutual blur of motion as each punch is answered by another, their chests, jaws, and sculpted torsos bearing the brunt of the intense exchange, each hit leaving its mark in the form of a grimace or a sharp intake of breath, before leaping right back to deliver their payback.Only as the final minutes of the round tick away do both fighters finally separate, gasping for air and taking stock of the damage. Their eyes meet across the distance, the recognition of an evenly matched round reflected in their heavy breathing and heated gazes. For now, Knoll realizes that it won’t be easy as she’d thought to put the champion away!


ROUND 6:

Clauson has renewed fire in her eyes, desperately wanting payback from the earlier humiliation, with Knoll again seen rubbing her advantage in during the rounds, thrusting her chest to the audience, and then towards Clauson, as though daring her to target them, but also wickedly giving her a firsthand preview of what’s to come if she loses her title tonight. As such, the champ wastes no time in taking the fight to the insolent challenger. The first jab from Clauson is swift, smashing straight into Ivana's jaw and immediately catching her off guard, before she could even pull back her own swing. The challenger staggers slightly, her head rocked back, but Clauson swiftly sending more and more powerful punches to soak and smother Ivana's chest, each glove making an indent in her considerable assets, and causing the Croatian to grunt in pain. Suddenly, Hailey shifts her attack lower, hammering a brutal, lunging shot into the pit of Ivana's midsection. The challenger's eyes widen, a gasp ripping from her lips as the air is driven out of her. But Clauson isn't done. Just as Ivana doubles over, Hailey brings a devastating uppercut up, driving it hard into Ivana's chin! The impact is swift and decisive: the Croatian's body jerks, her eyes rolling back in her head as she topples backward onto the canvas, like a giant tree felled in one fell swoop! She lands with a THUD, sprawled out in four directions!! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN for Hailey Clauson, who raises a tired arm in the air and purses her lips into a grin! Could this be it?!?


Ivana lies sprawled on the canvas, her chest rising and falling with painful effort, her body seeming to refuse to respond to her will. She starts to push herself up, her arms trembling with the exertion. Yet, the effort is painfully slow, and the referee's count is merciless.


"Five... Six... Seven..."


Ivana grunts, a bead of sweat trickling down her brow as she makes it to one knee.


"Eight... Nine..."


With a last surge of effort, Ivana tries to push herself upright, her hand fumbling for the ropes. But it's too late! The referee's count reaches the fateful ten, and he steps in, waving his hands over head! "That's it! It's over!" he declares, effectively ending the match! 


Ivana is left on her knees, panting and looking devastated, while Hailey Clauson raises her arms in victory, a triumphant smile on her lips! It’s OVER!


Official Result: Hailey Clauson defeats Ivana Knoll via KO6! Hailey Clauson RETAINS the BBU JMDD Title!


AFTER:

The arena pulsates with the aftermath of the high-energy brawl, fans on their feet, still cheering and jeering as the results of the match settle in. In the midst of it all, a smirking Hailey Clauson can be seen casually removing her gloves, her eyes never leaving the defeated Ivana Knoll. The Croatian still kneels by the ropes, her body heaving with exertion, sweat coating her skin and making it gleam under the bright lights.


With a confident swagger, Hailey approaches Ivana, who looks up at the blonde champion with a mixture of defiance and frustration. Without a word, Hailey steps astride the challenger, her imposing figure towering over the kneeling brunette.


Then, in a powerful, assertive move, Clauson reaches down and grips Ivana's thick hair in her hands. A gasp escapes Ivana's lips as her head is jerked back, forcing her to meet Clauson's cold, challenging gaze. The humiliation in the arena is palpable, yet Ivana doesn't back down, meeting Hailey's eyes with a fiery determination of her own.


In a taunting voice that resonates through the ring, Clauson addresses the defeated challenger. "Is that all you've got?" she asks, her tone laced with mockery. Clauson lets out a throaty chuckle, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of the defeated Ivana beneath her. "This was just a taste, darling," she adds, her voice dropping into a more sinister tone. "Up next is the full course..."


With that chilling promise hanging in the air, Clauson gives Ivana's hair a harsh tug, thrusting Ivana forward and sending her sprawling towards the center of the ring. The defeated challenger lands with a grunt, her limbs splayed out in a display of utter exhaustion and defeat.


Clauson takes her time, circling Ivana like a predator its prey. She savors the moment, her lips curled into a triumphant smirk as she gauges her approach. Finally, with a burst of savage energy, she moves, choosing to attack from Ivana's side. In an instant, she drops her full body weight onto Ivana's stomach with a powerful knee strike. The force of the impact jolts Ivana upwards, forcing a pained shout from her lips as her body buckles under the pressure.


That’s exactly what Clauson wants! She immediately saddles herself into the brunette’s lap, wrapping her arms under her pits and around her shoulders and neck in a tight clinch. Ivana can only gasp in shock as Clauson then forces her face into her breasts, smothering her with her assets!


With the jug smother firmly locked in place, Hailey can afford to assert her dominance,  slowly using her body to push and shove Ivana back down onto the canvas, using her entire weight to pin the challenger down, fully pancake her underneath. Ivana's struggles are reduced to a bare shudder as Hailey bears down upon her, forcing her face deeper into the soft confines of her cleavage.


Hailey's powerful arms act as steel cables, her biceps gripped and bulging around Knoll’s head, her soft, rounded orbs pressing down, fully engulfing lips and nostrils alike. The skin-on-skin contact is hot and heavy, Hailey's heavy breathing into the top of Ivana’s sweat-slicked tresses. 

Finally, the unsettling quiet is shattered as Ivana's desperate gasps are completely stifled by the smothering might of Hailey's jugs, and the Croatian challenger surrenders to silence and stillness. Her struggles cease, her body slackening under the oppressive hold of the reigning champion.


From her dominating position, Hailey issues a self-satisfied smirk, feeling the powerful throb of her victory pulse within her chest. She chooses to linger, savoring the triumphant sensation that courses through her veins. For a torturous thirty seconds more, she maintains the smother, intentionally shaking Ivana's limp head back and forth, all while rhythmically wiggling her own breasts over the challenger's flushed face. It's a brutal spectacle, one that showcases Hailey's unfettered dominance.


The referee, a silent observer thus far, finally steps in. With a firm pull on Hailey's shoulder, he signals for the blonde champion to release her hold. Reluctantly, Hailey complies, and the lifeless form of Ivana Knoll crumples back onto the unforgiving canvas.


Ivana's face, once flushed with determination and vigor, is now a mask of pain and humiliation. Sweat mats her hair, her wide eyes staring vacantly upwards, reflecting her incredulity at her defeat. Her heaving chest struggles to reclaim the breath stolen from her during the long, agonizing smother.


Hailey, not yet finished with her show of dominance, lifts a boot and plants it firmly into Ivana's battered chest. It's a taunting pose, a last, lasting declaration of her victory. "Better luck next time," she taunts, smirking down at the fallen challenger, her triumph clear for all to see.


Later, in the backstage hubbub, a reporter worms his way through the throng to reach the victorious Hailey. Flashbulbs pop and the clamor of voices rise as he asks her the burning question: who will be the next to challenge her for the title?


“Want my rematch against Del Toro. Bitch took the championship and then immediately lost it afterwards to Daddario. What a freaking waste!” Clauson spits.


But then, Hailey's icy blue eyes light up with an expectant gleam at another possibility. "I also hear Ferguson's been running her mouth, wanting another shot at my title."


She chuckles dismissively, flicking a strand of golden hair over her shoulder with a casual air of disdain. "I've already smothered that bitch once. She should know better than to come begging for seconds. But," her smirk widens, a dangerous glint in her eyes, "if she's aching for another taste of my championship jugs, she knows where to find me."