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28 July 2023 Emily Ratajkowski vs Sandra Kubicka

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OFFICIAL FCBA "INDEPENDENCE DAY" PPV 2023

 

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 July 2023 at 8:48 pm

 

Emily Ratajkowski vs. Sandra Kubicka III (JMD)

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

Emily:
(31, 5’7, 57:28 FCBA, VIXENs)


Sandra:
(28, 5’8, 26:10 FCBA, Lioness Club)


BEFORE:
“This blonde b*tch thinks she’s all that. She got the better of me last time, but I won’t make the same mistake twice…” Emily immediately gets into the weeds during the pre-fight presser, haughtily declaring from her seat, but noticeably a little uneasy at the prospect of history repeating itself.

These two first clashed barely a year ago, Emily winning their first bout, before Sandra returning the favor by smothering out the champion in their rematch, which was a surprising upset for many. Now, Ratajskowki’s back to redeem her honor, and *ahem* her assets, proudly flaunting them for the cameras in a low-cut black and sleek dress.

Across the room, however, Kubicka is the epitome of calm, folding her arms across her chest, looking ravishing in a loose white blouse and khaki slacks, her curled blonde hair flowing over her shoulders.

“Haven’t you heard the rumors? Emily’s on her way out, from what I’ve heard. Loss too many fights, and worse, lost her confidence. Well, when I smother her out twice in a row, I think that will seal the fate of her in-ring career, no?” Sandra smirks, making furtive glances towards her rival across the table.

These two aren’t even ALLOWED near each other, instead continuing to spew insults from across the stage, and the cameras having to capture the whole chaotic scene first-hand: Emily incensed, trying to get past security to march in and bury her hands into the insolent blonde’s hair, Kubicka smirking back from across the room, dismissive side-eyed rolls at the Vixen’s chances of redemption.

Hours later, we’re in the arena and about to gear up for ten rounds of JMD action! Emily’s reputation recently in tatters after a series of losses, and this is her chance to stay in the game. She’s dressed to kill in one corner of the ring, black bikini holding her assets barely in place, strings all over the place for a wiley foe to exploit. On the other side, Sandra has gone for a baby blue bikini with white accents, red gloves raised to the crowd.

There’s the referee’s wave of the hand, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of JMD action!


ROUND 1:
AND THERE'S THE BELL! Emily comes out blazing, hellbent on revenge, slugging it out with hard overhands aimed at Sandra's chest. Sandra, calm as ever, steps back, using her reach advantage to keep the enraged Emily at bay. Kubicka's jabbing spree in the early minute keeps Ratajkowski on her toes, the brunette's own hands having to adjust on the defense instead of attacking those proud peaks on her opponent's chest. As the second minute dawns, Emily's had enough of the jabbing dance and decides to take the fight to Kubicka. She darts in, teeth gritted and eyes ablaze, slamming a hook into Sandra's side. Kubicka's caught off guard, staggering back, her mouth open in shock. Emily capitalizes on the surprise, closing in fast, her gloved hands a blur of motion as they go to work on Kubicka’s prized assets. Ratajkowski's gloves hammer away at Sandra's chest with a barrage of calculated punches, each one making Sandra gasp and recoil. The Vixen's on a mission, hellbent on knocking Sandra off her pedestal, and the crowd roars in anticipation. Kubicka tries to retaliate, attempting to hook Emily's body, but Ratajkowski blocks, her focus solely on the blonde's jugs. The ferocity of Emily's assault seems to surprise Kubicka, the blonde taking more hits than she’s returning. In the final seconds of the round, Sandra’s driven into a corner, shielding her chest as Emily pounds away, the brunette on a rampage that's not about to stop. The bell rings out at the end of the first, but Emily lands one last punch to Kubicka's chest for good measure. Emily strides back to her corner, a fierce determination in her eyes. She’s won this opening salvo, and she knows it. Sandra, on the other hand, looks stunned, her confidence from earlier replaced with a testy malice for Emily's resolve. This is going to be a fight, and the crowd knows it too, their cheers echoing in the arena as the second round looms!


ROUND 2:
Cautious dance as both women circle each other, the energy in the ring a stark contrast to the ferocity of the previous round. Emily's eyes are narrowed, calculating, her gloved fists leading the way as she maneuvers her way around the Lioness Club blonde beauty. Similarly, Sandra exhibits an almost feline grace as she pivots, constantly adjusting her position in response to Emily's movements, their matching red gloves occasionally flicking out to test defenses, a teasing jab here, a feint there. Their breasts, the prized targets in this JMD affair, sway in rhythm with their movement, drawing the crowd's anticipation for what is to come. The audience knows the circling can't last forever, the tension in the air grows, with both fighters glancing repeatedly at each other's chests, with clear as day intentions. And then, like a sudden lightning storm, the quiet is shattered. Emily, in a bold move, lunges forward, her right glove aiming for Sandra's jiggling chest. But the blonde is quicker, stepping aside and letting Emily's glove swipe air. In the split second Emily is off balance, Sandra retaliates, her own gloved hand shooting out to land a square hit on Emily's black bikini-clad breasts. Emily's wince is visible even to the back rows as she recoils, her breasts quaking from the impact. But the Vixen is quick to regain her footing, retaliating with a rapid-fire combination that targets Sandra's blue-clad chest. Her gloves thump against Sandra's breasts, each hit causing the blonde to hiss in pain. But Sandra shows impressive resilience, trading blows with Emily in tandem, their breasts bouncing and jiggling with every hit. Both busty rivals wade into each other, the focus entirely on their rounded orbs, with the crowd roaring in approval as gloves thump against soft flesh again and again, jolting each other’s assets from side to side to side. The round ends with both women breathing hard, chests heaving from the effort and not entirely from the targeted blows. As they retreat to their respective corners, Sandra’s grin of satisfaction is apparent, having edged out her adversary in this round. However, the war is far from over, and they both know it. Each bears the marks of battle, their breasts reddened and slightly swollen.


ROUND 3:
Sandra’s on the move, seizing the momentum from the last round as she lands a quick jab on Emily’s lips before another swinging overhand crashes squarely between the brunette’s eyes. Emily’s head whips back, and the crowd lets out a collective gasp at the raw power behind the punch. Shaking off the stars in her eyes, Emily barely has a moment to collect herself before Sandra surges inwards again. This time, however, the focus shifts lower, Sandra’s gloves blurring in as they pump into Emily’s breasts, the black bikini fabric being strained to its limit. The strings, designed more for appeal than protection, begin to fray under the onslaught, slowly unraveling. Emily’s face contorts in pain as her chest is punished by Sandra’s relentless attack. The Vixen attempts to block, to sidestep, but Sandra is like a woman possessed, her blows landing with uncanny precision, forcing Emily to step back in a stagger, her defenses crumbling as she struggles to put some distance between them. Yet, the Vixen isn't about to give up so easily. In the final seconds, Emily manages to clinch up with Sandra, locking her in a desperate grasp. Suddenly, the tables turn as Emily drives vicious uppercuts up into Sandra’s chest, each punch causing the blonde’s breasts to jump and quake in her baby blue bikini top. The bell sounds soon after, bringing a merciful end to this punishing round. Emily’s brief retaliation notwithstanding, it’s clear to all present that Sandra has taken this round wide. As the fighters retreat to their corners, Emily’s fraying bikini top is evidence enough, while the sheen of perspiration on Sandra’s skin and the slightly more labored rise and fall of her chest hint at the Vixen’s last-second offensive. It seems the battlefield is set for the next round, and it promises to be a heated one!


ROUND 4:
This time, Emily is better prepared for Sandra's initial assault, her sharp eyes predicting the blonde’s movements. Anticipating the surprise jab that rattled her earlier, Emily artfully dodges it before counterattacking with a hook that plunges deep into Sandra's exposed midsection. A loud oomph escapes the Lioness’ lips, signaling a victorious hit. Sensing a change in the tide, Emily presses in, her fists catching Sandra on her tummy like hammers on a nail. The blows land with a brutal rhythm, forcing gasps of pain from the blonde. The Vixen then shifts her focus, her gloves dancing across Sandra’s breasts in swift jabs and fierce hooks, each hit sending the blonde's generous assets jolting about in their already strained bikini top. Pushed back by the onslaught, Sandra is forced to retreat for now, her defenses crumbling under Emily’s savage assault. But just when it seems like Emily is poised to dominate the round, Sandra retaliates! The blonde's lithe form lunges forward, her arms latching onto Emily's shoulders with a vice-like grip… It's a desperate clinch, one born out of necessity, and Emily immediately tries to shake her off as they wrestle in close quarters near the ropes. But Sandra holds on, and before Emily can break free, her right arm pulls back before snapping forward, her gloved fist driven into Emily's exposed midsection. The impact forces a pained gasp from Emily, her taut tummy caving inwards from the brutal blow with a HAUGGHHH! Unrelenting, Sandra unloads a barrage of vicious uppercuts, her fist slammed into Emily's stomach over and over, each uppercut landing with a sickening thud, bending the brunette over in half as she grunts in pain. Soon after, the bell rings, and despite Sandra’s late surge, it’s clear that Emily has taken this one wide. The girls retreat to their corners, their chests heaving and sweat slicking across their skin, reflecting the harsh lights of the ring.


ROUND 5:
Emily, her body still smarting from the uppercuts suffered in the previous round, opens up with a series of jabs aimed at Sandra's breasts, her own aching midsection forcing her to adjust her strategy. Sandra, however, uses her superior reach to evade the initial punches, a sly grin spreading across her face. The dance continues like this for the first minute of the round, Emily trying to find an opening while Sandra skillfully dodges and counters, all the while working to close the distance. The blonde knows she has the upper hand, her sights set on Emily's already distressed assets. As Sandra slips in close, Emily, in a moment of uncharacteristic hesitation, falters. And that’s all Sandra needs. Sandra STEPS IN and SWINGS, landing a crippling blow to Emily's midsection, which doubles her over again! Emily gasps for breath, her hands instinctively moving to protect her stomach, but Sandra continues her assault, swiftly targeting the Vixen’s vulnerable chest, her red gloves pumping into the brunette’s jugs, each hit sending shockwaves through Emily’s body and causing her breasts to quiver and quake! The crowd ROARS in excitement as Sandra steps back for a brief moment, her chest heaving in hunger as she winds up for the knockout blow. Both her gloves, already slick with sweat, glide upwards in a brutal arc, both slamming into the brunette's under-exposed boobs! The uppercuts are swift and brutal, Sandra's knuckles connecting with the soft, pliable flesh, and the impact is immediately visible. Emily's breasts quiver violently, then rocket upwards as the force of the punches sends them jolting out of their precarious bikini string confines! The crowd gasps as Emily's breasts POP free, her bikini top now nothing more than a thin, useless piece of fabric that slowly slides down her withered chest! Her knees buckle, the pain traveling down the rest of her body… and Emily begins to crumble to the canvas, her bare breasts still jiggling from the pounding they'd received! It’s an unabated KNOCKDOWN for Sandra Kubicka, and an ill turn of events for the Vixen warrioress!

The referee immediately steps in, waving Sandra back to the neutral corner, and begins the count! Emily lies sprawled on the canvas, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths, a pained grimace on her stunned face, her fallen figure a picture of devastation, but it's her shattered wardrobe that tells the real horror story. Her black bikini, already precariously strung together, has taken the brunt of Sandra's attack, the thin strings meant to secure her ample assets now tangled and torn askew, both cups slipped down and revealing flushed and abused tits to the eager crowd. Her own gloves attempt to shield her nudity from the spectators, but it's clear that the damage has been done. But something stirs within Emily… Her body starts to move, gloves clawing at the canvas, her other arm draped protectively over her exposed breast. Meanwhile, the referee's count cuts through the air - "Four... Five... Six..." - each number ticking by like a countdown to her downfall. Sandra watches from her corner, a smug smirk on her lips, her gloves already twitching in anticipation for the continuation of the action. But Emily ain’t finished. Not yet. With a grunt of effort, she pushes herself onto her knees at the count of "Seven..." then rises shakily to her feet. Her free hand reaches up, tugging her bikini top back into place, adjusting the strings as best she can over her abused chest, restoring some semblance of dignity despite the clear signs of the punishment received. The crowd erupts into applause as Emily raises her eyes to meet Sandra's smirking gaze, her own etched with determination. The referee moves closer, scrutinizing Emily, his hands ready to call an end to the fight if she shows any sign of faltering. But she nods. She's not ready to quit!

With a resolute nod, the action resumes instantly. Sandra, ever the predator, rushes forward with a roar, her gloves aimed directly for Emily's face and chest, ready to deliver the final kissing blow. The brunette brings her arms up, barricading her already battered chest and face. She knows her defensive stance exposes her tummy and waist, but she'll take the lesser of two evils here. Sandra grunts in frustration, but takes the opportunity, her gloves immediately diving low to lay siege to Emily's exposed midsection. Emily's abs clench under the onslaught, her body lurching with each punch thrown into her tender flesh. Kubicka is merciless here, her blows alternating between hard uppercuts and devastating hooks that make Emily wince in pain, the brunette's body starting to sway and wilt under the relentless attack. Despite the punishment, Emily finds a way to strike back. Seeing a gap in Sandra's own defense, she retaliates, a stiff jab shooting out and landing squarely on the blonde's cheek. Sandra's head snaps to the side, a grunt echoing in the ring. And before long, the bell finally rings, ending a round that has been a clear display of Sandra's dominance. Emily, though standing, bears the marks of the relentless barrage, her midsection marked by Sandra's gloves on her way back to her corner, where the VIX team does their best to secure her bikini strings for the coming fight.


ROUND 6:
The bell for the sixth tolls, but it seems Sandra has already rung Emily's bell with an early onslaught! The blonde flies out of her corner, launching a ferocious hook that grazes the side of Emily's head before a second punch plunges deep into Emily's left breast. The crowd gasps out loud, with the brunette wincing from the sharp, painful sensation that rockets through her body. But Ratajkowski is no stranger to pain, and she doesn't flinch. Instead, her eyes harden with resolve as she absorbs the attack, having braced her body to take the pain, with her retaliation then immediate and brutal. A fast fist rockets upwards, slamming into Sandra's unsuspecting chin, causing her eyes to widen in shock! Before the blonde can even regain her balance, Emily's hand whips upwards again, lifting one of Sandra's breasts and sending a jolt of pain up her spine, pushing her back a step… Emily sees her opportunity and seizes it without hesitation - with Sandra reeling, the Vixen charges, raining a storm of punches onto her rival's body. Sandra stumbles back, her retreat hindered by the ropes behind her, and forced to turtle up… But Emily shows no mercy, her fists like a drumbeat against Sandra's belly and breasts. Each punch elicits a grunt from the blonde, her body bending over with each strike, and Kubicka's gasps of pain become more pronounced, her body folding in on itself as she tries to hold on… Then, in a final, explosive moment, Emily swings a final, wild hook - it connects with Sandra's head, swiveling it violently to the side! The momentum carries through Sandra's body, her knees buckling under her! And as she begins to slump, Sandra's lips slide off Emily's shoulder and down her chest, leaving a trail of perspiration in their wake. Emily, snarling like a cornered animal, continues her assault, driving her fists over and over into Sandra's exposed breasts. The audience watches in stunned silence as the fabric of Sandra's bikini strains, the material distorting under the force of each punch, until suddenly, one punch lands with brutal force, lifting Sandra's tit out of its bikini socket, the flimsy material unable to contain the force of the punch! It’s an intimate, shocking sight, a testament to the brutality of this entire fight. Then, as if in slow motion, Sandra's body goes limp and falls, collapsing onto the canvas! And the arena erupts as the referee begins the count, with Emily stepping back, her chest heaving with exertion and triumph! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN for Emily Ratajkowski!

But Sandra doesn't stir… merely rolling over her back and then back onto her chest, only able to hide her exposed flesh to the rabid fans instead of getting up. Finally, the count reaches ten, and the bell tolls, with the Vixen declared the winner by KO! The crowd erupts into cheers, but all she can do is gasp for breath, her body aching but victorious!


Official Result: Emily Ratajkowski defeats Sandra Kubicka via KO6!


AFTER:
The crowd erupts as Ratajkowski, her body slick with sweat, stands victorious in the center of the ring. Her fists pump the air as she roars in triumph, her stunning breasts bounce with each victorious movement, leaving little to the imagination. The brunette doesn't seem to care, unapologetically flaunting her assets, her face alight with the glow of hard-fought victory.

In a stark contrast, Kubicka, the defeated blonde, groans on the canvas, her head throbbing where it had been brutally introduced to the canvas. Two of the referee's assistants move in, attempting to help the defeated fighter to her feet, but Emily intercepts them.

With a menacing smile, Emily shoos them off, before taking a handful of Sandra's blonde locks and dragging her to the center of the ring.. The blonde is disoriented, too rattled from the knockout punch to resist, and can only squirm and shriek as her hair is used as a spent rope.

"Look at you now, Sandra," Emily taunts, her voice carrying through the roaring crowd. She circles Kubicka, her hands trailing over the blonde's sweat-slicked skin, pulling at the remnants of her bikini strings. "This is what a loser looks like," Emily says, venom dripping from her words.
At Sandra’s head, Emily bends forward and down, leaning in, her voice dropping to a low whisper as she stares into the blonde’s glazed eyes. "You're going to feel what it's like to be completely, utterly smothered out," Emily promises, her voice full of dark promise.

But a twisted look of rage contorts upon Sandra's face, and Emily barely has a moment to react when the blonde suddenly lunges up at her, her gloves slammed into her head, and arms and legs thrashing wildly to stave off the inevitable smother.

In an instant, both women tumble to the ground, their bodies entangled in a furious struggle for dominance. Emily grunts in surprise as Sandra rolls on top of her, both of them wrestling and scrabbling at each other on the canvas, a chaotic mess of limbs and bared bodies, each woman desperately vying for control. Fists fly and hair is pulled, grunts of effort filling the arena as they both refuse to concede defeat to the other.

Gradually, however, Emily's strength and resolve begin to shine through. She manages to flip Sandra over, her powerful thighs straddling the blonde's still-heaving waistline. There's fierce determination in the Vixen’s eyes, a burning desire to subjugate her rival completely and claim this victory in the most satisfying way possible.

Slowly, meticulously, Emily begins to ascend Sandra's body, her grip on the blonde's wrists ironclad, using the leverage to slowly pin her arms above her head. While Sandra struggles fiercely beneath her, Emily's triumphant smirk only grows wider with each passing moment.

Once she has Sandra's arms firmly pinned, however, Emily takes her time. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slides herself up Sandra's body, her own bare breasts hanging heavily above the blonde's face. Then, in an act of utter dominance, Emily lowers her chest, utterly smothering Sandra's face with her bare assets.

Sandra writhes and struggles beneath her, her muffled protests only adding to the spectacle. But Emily is relentless, her smirk never fading, enjoying the sight of Sandra's helpless predicament. The victory is hers, and she intends to savor every moment of it.
Her arms snake around Sandra's head, tangling in her hair, securing the hold even further. A ferocious tug brings Sandra's shocked face deeper into the damp crevice of her chest, the oxygen rapidly depleting from her lungs.

Sandra, trapped in this perilous and humiliating predicament, strains desperately in Emily's hold. She uses her last reserves to buck and twist, the muscles in her neck standing out as she tries to wrench her head free from the confines of Emily's chest. But Emily has an iron-grip on the blonde, the smirk still playing on her lips as she savors her desperate last throes.

Then, with a final muffled cry, Sandra's efforts gradually cease. Her body goes slack beneath Emily's, her eyes fluttering shut as unconsciousness fully claims her, and the crowd erupts into a thunderous applause as the jug smother is deemed a success. Ratajkowski's chest heaves with triumphant breaths, her grin wide, as she finally releases Sandra's limp form from her embrace, the taste of redemption sweeter than she could have ever imagined!

As the adrenaline of the match fades, both women retreat one by one to their respective backstage areas. A sense of satisfaction seems to glow around Emily as she addresses the press, a spark of pride lighting her eyes as she wraps her bruised body in an orange towel to protect her modesty.

"I knew it, I always knew I was better than her," Emily exclaims, confidence dripping from her words. Her fingers trace over her lips, her smile smug and satisfied. "This just confirms what I always believed. Sandra talks a big game, but when it comes down to it, she just couldn't keep up."

She crosses her arms over her chest, her grin sharp and challenging. "And next time she tries to come at me again, she'll get the very same treatment."

On the other side of the hallway, Sandra is a stark contrast, still reeling from the match, her eyes slightly unfocused as she wipes the remaining traces of her rival’s bodily fluids from her lips. She nods at the reporters gathered around her, her voice hoarse and quivering.

"Yeah, Emily won this time. So the f*ck what?" Sandra concedes, slightly, a grimace crossing her narrowed features. “Let's not forget the score is still tied. And next time we meet, I won't be as kind to her."

 

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