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March To War: Kylie Jenner versus Saraya
(Words & Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE: Kylie and Saraya both very eager to get after one another, but the ref doing a very admirable job in keeping them separated so they can read both rivals the rules. More than once, though it doesn’t appear that either fighter is paying attention to the referee at all. Instead, they are laser-focused on one another. As they can’t get towards one another at the moment, they decide to address the press instead:
“I’m sure there is somebody I respect on the Lookout! Roster, though I honestly can’t tell you who that would be off the top of my head…” Saraya says with a snicker, “I can tell you who I absolutely respect the least and that’s Kylie Jenner. I’ve worked VERY hard to get where I’m at. In fact, they made a movie about me but there is nothing impressive about Kylie. Plastic surgery and riding your sister’s coattails will only get you so far. I’m going to put a stop to her inflated ego and honestly, inflated everything else today.”
When Saraya’s words were relayed to her, Kylie simply smirked, “Saraya’s dumb, but not too dumb to realize that everything in the WWE, AEW or wherever she’s playing around in is scripted, right? Out here, it’s not scripted, it’s about who has the better body and who wants it more. The answer to both of those questions is me, so spoiler alert: At the ending of our little battle tonight, it’s going to be me on top. That’s a f*cking fact.”
Kylie wearing a pink sports bra and bikini bottoms, with matching gloves and hair in a fighting ponytail; Saraya wearing a black sports bra and boy shorts, with matching gloves and hair in a fighting ponytail of her own. Ref asks the two of them to touch gloves, but instead they go towards one another’s jugs instead and the ref tries to pull them apart. Eventually though, they give up and just ring the bell to signal the start of the match…
BEFORE:
R1: Surprisingly technical, midring boxing. Kylie relaxed, elbows in, right near her chin, jab stitching out quick to Saraya's face PIK! PAK! Saraya taking poke, being tuff: Saraya answering back cuffing hooks, scraping Kylie's chin. Jenner not running, but light on her feet, circling, working in and out at measured pace: Saraya more flat footed, stalking, really trying to catch Kylie stiff. Jenner choosy with the right hand, but effective - little left-side shoulder-rolls setting up slick slip-and-counter right hands: Saraya feeling Kylie to chin late but Kylie taking the round wide.
R2: Similar at the start - girls setting up midring, touching each other the jab. Minute in - Saraya in with an overhand right, then snapping hook-off-trunks to get Jenner bunched up hurt. Saraya over to offense - exploring Kylie's flanks behind either elbow - Saraya digging in thick and smart. Jenner shying away to ropes, setting up closed-stance pocket: Saraya solving the look with a series of batting left hooks - taking Kylie in her paunch, then straying low to whack those trunks again. Jenner whining, grimacing, sitting in ropes: Saraya pushing in all "I'm big" - straightening Kylie up by her shoulders, then working her over. Saraya's nimble mitts sample Kylie's tits, clip-across Kylie's chin, then check Kylie's trunks via the hook anytime it looks like Jenner is starting to breathe properly again. Bell: Saraya banks a little insurance hook in between Kylie's thighs - Jenner in visible agony, hands at her crotch as she sits in ropes - ref pushing Saraya back and cautioning her to "keep 'em up, Saraya."
R3: Kylie sets up pocket at ropes, left shoulder pointed at Saraya as Saraya takes the bait. Slick slip-and-counter, Kylie Jenner - she's dippin' and rollin', parrying shots with her left shoulder, answering back at Saraya via tight, swatting lefts and rights. Kylie got elbows in, swatting back at Saraya with a delivery similar in look to an arm-wrestler coming over the top on an opponent - Kylie's arm-action just that tight. Saraya squaring up and going at Jenner Fishel-style: Saraya's fists spanking off Kylie left thigh to left shoulder, but Jenner really getting the clean touches in all exchanges.
R4: Kylie midring, loose stance, popping that jab: Saraya taking on her face, looking startled. Kylie sliding in, out, and around - footwork syncopating with her fists: beautiful tapping display of medium-sweet, pinpoint punches picking Saraya apart. Kylie sliding away, dragging lead (left) foot: Saraya tries to go over to offense but runs into a clapping check-hook off Kylie's left hip.. Kylie sliding in to jab body/head/body; sliding clockwise to turn Saraya's right shoulder; sliding back into ropes to fit pursuing Saraya for another slick, swiping left hook as Kylie turns torso-right into the ropes. Saraya struggling now. Saraya catching clout on her right eye - knees a-knocking - feet a-stamping...delayed effect finally sits her down in a fog as Jenner grins happily. Rest of the way a Kylie Jenner clean up - Kylie getting big, taking Saraya to ropes - pinning her down with left shoulder in the chest, then going body with both hands a-bangin'. Saraya taking with a sleepy face: lips parted; left hand across her body, right at her jugs as she sits in ropes, shuddering under the heft of Kylie's beating.
R5: Jenner forms same clever pocket at ropes: Saraya takes the time to push-in first, bodying up to push Jenner into ropes, then whack-batting that nearly straight-arm left to the Jenner crotch. Kylie gasping, face pinched: trunk-punching adding up, form degrading as Saraya gets in there. Saraya working hard - getting her head in between Kylie's mitts, rolling both fists to Kylie's gut: Saraya proving a right li'l digger in close, mining Kylie's gut for golden nuggets of quit. Bell to bell Saraya...Jenner grimacing, grumpy, doing some beefy clinching to slow her foe down through 5.
R6: Kylie bullying Saraya, pushing her backward: Saraya setting feet, pushing into Jenner to finally stop the backward motion. Minute mark - Saraya pushing with her head inside Kylie's left shoulder - Saraya lashing away downstairs - right hands taking Kylie in the hip; batting lefts whacking again and again to tender trunk-meat! Kylie crying out, bunching up: Saraya with a nice angle on Kylie's left side, hacks away vicious rights to hip and kidney, DROPPING Jenner TO ALL FOURS. Saraya snarling, stepping to her right (off Kylie's left flank) slapping right foot kicks into Kylie's exposed ribs! Ref bundling seething Saraya off: Jenner blurting in pain, going to hands-and-haunches all hurt...Saraya gets a lecture from a strangely passive ref who acts like he's reading off cue cards. Resume: Kylie wincing, forming pocket at ropes...Saraya reaching in, aggressively wrestling Kylie's back to cables, squirming in the grasp as Jenner ties up. Shoulder-butt in the teeth for Kylie frees up Saraya's left arm: Saraya back into trunks via those slap-batting, wicked hooks! "OHHHH...!" Kylie gasps, wilting too all fours off the ropes: she's helpless, head bowed as Saraya stoops, slap-chopping a right hand knife-edge to Kylie's withers! Reft walks Saraya off; sniveling Kylie pulls herself up ropes: final minute a blistering beatdown as Saraya goes for broke. Kylie covered up/doubled forward: Saraya baring her fangs as she sets herself to bang away right hand after right hand to Kylie's leftside hip/ribs. Bell: Saraya pounding in a little insurance - working Kylie until ref pulls Saraya off.
R7: Kylie banged up, looking shabby...she's shying away with hurt, "how could you" eyes as Saraya walks her down. Saraya patient here - maybe too patient - marking Kylie's position via jabs head and body; sneaking in the odd quick-trigger right hand off the shoulder, ticketed for chin. Saraya sliding along ropes, in constant attack: Kylie can't fight backing up, basically lets Saraya pick away at her outside, bell to bell.
R8: Kylie standing ground midring - stitching in that quick-trigger jab - stepping to her left (away from Saraya's trunk-seeking hooks!) Saraya stalking - bobbing/weaving side to side with dukes curled into chin...cat and mouse as Jenner looks to maintain distance. Kylie not jumping around here, but showing some supple, strong leg - changing directions to shake pursuit, using feints, touching Saraya tart jabs. Saraya rushing to close, paying the price as Kylie executes neat hook-and-pivot's clockwise, turning Saraya while scoring clout to jug. The two of them battling back and forth, the ref struggling to pull them both apart as they score it a draw as they spend time hitting one another even after the bell!
R9: Kylie spends a minute pin-pointing her jab, turning Saraya's flanks, then Jenner retreats to ropes to set up pocket. Saraya accepting invitation to set up siege: Saraya's eyes hard as stone, with trunks on her evil mind. Battle of Kylie begins as she works out of a closed stance, using left shoulder to nudge Saraya back, then turning over that tight, arm-wrestling style hook to clip Saraya's chin. Kylie bouncing her right shoulder against ropes as she leans back to create gaps; Kylie leaning back in with sneaky, short right hand chops - really targeting Saraya's face. Saraya taking multiple strikes, getting groggy: Saraya grimly pressing the attack - her left hand batting at belly or breasts, trying to set up chopping rights over Kylie's left shoulder. Crowd roaring as both girls working non-stop bump and slug...Kylie getting all the best of it. Saraya's backside wobbling, her face looking sleepy as Kylie seeks out belly/breasts/face with either hand. THERE GO SARAYA’S LEGS! Saraya swooning on the spot - falling into Kylie's left shoulder, then getting shrugged off and hit hard. Kylie so economical here - elbows in tight, chin tucked in behind that left shoulder - nipping, swatting bump-and-belt just beating Saraya senseless! Hook punches the mouthpiece off Saraya's teeth, toggling her chin: she's staring, stunned with Kylie's nippy little right uppercut finds the chin and switches off power to Saraya's legs. Saraya out on her feet, falling in face-first on Kylie, then sliding down haunches-and-head to canvas. Jenner walking away, chest heaving...she leaves Saraya in a puddle, KO9.
AFTER: Kylie looking down at Saraya with complete disdain as her lips curl in a sneer, pointing down at her foe with one hand as she pounds her chest with the other, shouting in almost animalistic triumph. Saraya trying to rise, but Kylie taking a moment to nudge her towards her back. Purring as she goes to step over her foe, facing her feet as she takes a moment to hike up her bikini bottoms to show off that famous derriere of hers. Saraya is out of it, but not too dazed to realize what’s about to happen as her eyes widen in horror. Bringing up her hands to try to put a stop to it as Kylie presses her thighs down across Saraya’s upper shoulders and biceps, pinning them effectively as she goes to sit down HARD across Saraya’s face.
Saraya’s screams of rage were muffled as Kylie took a moment to twerk, grinding that booty back and forth to get a firm seat across Saraya’s face. Saraya kicked and thrashed, trying to get free but Kylie kept her thighs in place to keep Saraya’s face upright. Bouncing up and down, flattening her foe’s face underneath her s she grinned confidently as she reached down with one hand to slap Saraya’s rack confidently.
“Do you remember what I told you before, Saraya?” Kylie said with a snicker, “The script always said you were going to lose and don’t you just love a happy ending with the bully getting what’s coming to her? I’m sitting on your face and this is always the way it’s going to end, so stay out of OUR house and out of MY way, understand?”
Kylie going to trap Saraya’s nose between her cheeks as she flexed her buns and pinched her foe’s nose cruelly to get a pained moan in response. Scrubbing her glutes up and down to make Saraya nod in agreement as Kylie took a moment to do a double bicep flex, sitting down confidently as she smirked. Letting Saraya keep kicking and squirming, until she slows down and slumps down out cold under Jenner booty.
Kylie peeling up as she looks down over her shoulder at her own handiwork, seeing Saraya’s slumbering face bright red and glistening with butt-sweat as she laughs. Going to stand up after giving Saraya’s cleavage a possessive squeeze, pushing off of them as she plants a foot across taut tummy as she pumps one fist into the air and other sending a middle finger down towards Saraya’s defeated bod. Bounding forward to one of the turnbuckles as she leaps up onto it, pounding her chest again as she calls out, “THIS IS OUR HOUSE, B*TCHES!!!.” as she then walks out of the ring, making sure to step right onto Saraya’s body as she does to send a message in her first, but certainly not last fight in this rivalry.
(QoA: 3 - Lookout! 2)
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