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1 February 2024 Ela Kawalec vs Emily Ratajkowski

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Ela Kawalec vs. Emily Ratajkowski (JMDD)

(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)

Ela:
(27, 5’8, 3:3 BBU, SIRENs)

Emily:
(32, 5’7, 59:30 FCBA, VIXENs)

BEFORE:

Up next, the press conference for this highly anticipated rematch is held at a luxurious hotel's grand ballroom in downtown London, a city synonymous with stars and high-stakes battles. The room is filled with media from around the world, the air buzzing with the clicks of cameras and the murmurs of journalists discussing the fighters' past encounters and current forms.

Ela Kawalec first steps onto the stage in a sleek and tight black dress that highlights her athletic build, her blonde hair styled elegantly. Despite her underdog status against Emily, her recent victories in the JMDD circuit have bolstered her confidence. She addresses the press with a calm, focused demeanor, her eyes betraying her desire for vengeance.

"I've come a long way since our last fight," Ela begins, her voice steady and clear. "Emily is a tough opponent, no doubt. But this time, I'm not the same fighter she faced before. I've honed my skills, especially in mashing her jugs, and I'm here to show that I can take her down and smother her out. This is MY time."

Next, Emily makes her entrance with the swagger of a seasoned former champion. Wearing a designer red dress with a deep, plunging V-neck that complements her figure, she wears her dark hair loose, framing her smirking face. Her demeanor is one of supreme confidence, almost bordering on arrogance, as she takes her seat with a casual grace.

“Ela's a failed boxer. Frankly, I’m amazed to hear she’s still kicking away in the ring. Let's not kid ourselves, shall we?" Emily says, her smirk widening as she leans into the microphone. "I've beaten her three times now. And while she's been playing in the little kiddie sandbox, I've been fighting and winning against the best in the world. So, forgive me if I'm not shaking in my boots. I plan to make it four in a row and maybe give her a more intimate view of the canvas this time."

The contrast between Ela's quiet confidence and Emily's dismissive assurance sets the stage for a highly anticipated match. As they face off for the photographers, the height difference is negligible, but the intensity in their eyes speaks volumes. Ela's gaze is sharp, focused, while Emily's is playful, almost taunting.

As the press conference concludes, the fighters engage in a final stare-down. Both Ela and Emily stand up from the table, shedding their outer clothing to reveal their undergarments beneath. Ela is clad in a sleek, black lingerie set that accentuates her toned physique, her blonde hair tied back to keep it out of her face. Her body is a testament to her rigorous training, with defined muscles and a lean build that speaks to her agility and strength in the JMDD arena.

Emily, on the other hand, wears a striking red bra and briefs set that complements her darker features and showcases her own formidable physique. Her body is lean and muscular, a blend of power and aesthetics that has become her trademark in the ring. Her assets are more pronounced, giving her a slight edge in the JMDD stakes, at least visually.

As they stride towards each other for the staredown, the tension mounts. Initially, they stand nose to nose, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze that communicates their mutual determination and disdain for each other. Soon ,whispers of taunts begin to flow between them, too low for the audience to catch but clearly affecting the fighters.

"This time, Emily, I'm not just going to beat you; I'm going to smother you out. Your reign ends,” Ela's lips move first, a quiet stream of provocations aimed at undermining the Vixen’s confidence.

Emily responds in kind, her words sharp and cutting, designed to rattle Ela. "The same taunts again, huh? You’ve been yapping the same nonsense the last three times before. I'll have you gasping for air beneath me."

Without warning, Ela amps up the tension, raising her balled fist and ramming it up into the base of Emily's chest. The action is provocative, designed more to taunt than to harm, challenging the Vixen with her confident posture and gaze. The contact is firm, her fingers deliberately exerting pressure, causing Emily's flesh to compress and her breast to shift upwards slightly.

Immediately, Emily winces in surprise, but not one to back down, she returns the gesture, raising her own fist and digging it into the base of Ela's breast, the force sending her orb upwards in a clear display of defiance. This impact is even more pronounced, the flesh visibly distorting under the pressure.

Undeterred, Ela shrugs off the pain and decides to escalate further, targeting Emily's other breast with her other fist. This time, the force behind her action is unmistakable, as her knuckles dig into the soft tissue, pushing upwards with even more significant force, and causing Emily's breast to jolt upwards more aggressively.

The action draws a sharp intake of breath from the Vixen. But the cycle of provocation reaches its climax when Emily, having had enough, physically SHOVES Ela back with both hands to her chest! And without missing a beat, she follows up with a stinging SLAP across the Siren’s face!

It’s THE spark that ignites the powder keg. And in an instant, the staredown descends into chaos. Both fighters LUNGE at each other, fully engaged in an all-out brawl, their bodies clashing with a ferocity that surprises even the seasoned onlookers. Ela and Emily throw punches and slaps, hands entangled in hair as they seek to gain the upper hand!

Security personnel rush onto the stage, their efforts to separate the fighters met with resistance, with Ela and Emily locked in their fierce tussle on stage, having descended to the ground, kicking and screaming, neither willing to back down, their bodies physically pressed together in their struggle. It takes several tense moments and the combined strength of multiple security members to finally pull them apart.

As they're separated, both fighters are left breathing heavily, their faces flushed with the exertion and adrenaline of the fight. Despite the physical separation, their eyes remain locked, the intensity of their gaze undiminished.

Ela, her cheek reddening from the slap, smirks defiantly at Emily, her posture still aggressive despite the intervention. Emily, her hair disheveled from the scuffle, returns the smirk with a glare, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.

Hours later, the arena is buzzing with anticipation as the rematch between Ela and Emily is about to commence!

Ela makes her entrance first, the arena lights dimming to spotlight her path to the ring. Her entrance music, "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes, blares through the speakers, its iconic beat pumping up the crowd and setting a determined tone for her approach. She strides confidently down the ramp, wearing a striking black sports bikini that's designed to accentuate her athletic build. The top is snug, emphasizing her breasts with a supportive yet revealing cut, ensuring her readiness for the JMDD contest. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, highlighting her focused and fierce expression. As she steps into the ring, she shadowboxes briefly, showcasing her agility and strength, before stretching her arms and legs, her gaze locked on the entrance, awaiting Emily's arrival.

Moments later, Emily's entrance theme, "All of the Lights" by Kayne West, hits the speakers, signaling her approach with its rebellious chords. The crowd reacts with a mix of cheers and boos, a testament to her polarizing presence. Emily emerges, clad in a vibrant red bikini that's both bold and strategic, designed to draw attention to her curvaceous figure and particularly her breasts, ready for the JMDD battle ahead. The fabric clings to her skin, highlighting every contour of her muscular yet feminine physique. Her dark hair flows freely, bouncing with each confident step she takes towards the ring. Upon entering, Emily throws a few mock punches in the air, smirking provocatively at Ela, then circles the ring, engaging with the crowd and soaking in their reactions.

In the ring, both fighters engage in their final preparations. They apply last-minute oil to their bodies, making their skin glisten under the bright lights, further accentuating their physical forms. The oil not only highlights their muscular definition but also serves a practical purpose, making it harder for their opponent to maintain a grip during the JMDD contest. They perform a series of stretches, focusing on their upper bodies, ensuring their arms and shoulders are loose and ready for the intense battle ahead. The referee calls them to the center of the ring for final instructions, their eyes locked in a fierce stare-down. The crowd roars in anticipation, ready for the bell to ring and the action to begin.

Back in their corners, they settle into their fighting stances! There’s the wave of the hand and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of JMDD action!

ROUND 1:

Both Ela and Emily waste no time in closing the distance, their focus laser-sharp on each other's chests. The crowd's roar fades into the background as the fighters engage in the center. Ela, leveraging her initial momentum, launches a series of calculated heavy swings aimed directly at Emily's chest. Her gloves, moving with precision and force, connect with thudding impacts against the arms first, side of the breasts second, each hit designed to unbalance and weaken her opponent early in the fight. Ela's technique is evident as she mixes up her attacks, alternating between direct hits to the center of Emily’s face, hoping to stun and open her up, before sweeping hooks come crashing into the Vixen’s arms. Emily, however, is no stranger to the pressures of the JMDD ring. Despite Ela's aggressive start, she manages to hold her ground, absorbing the hits with a resilience born of experience, her arms working overtime to deflect and cushion the blows aimed at her chest. She bobs and weaves early, attempting to dodge the most damaging of the swings, and then COUNTERS with her own heavy shots aimed at Ela's exposed chest. Her counterattacks are sharp and sudden, exploiting any openings in Ela's offense to land solid punches that send vibrations through Ela's frame when they ram into her torso high and low. The round becomes a tit-for-tat exchange of powerful chest and body shots, with Ela's initial advantage met with Emily's unyielding defense, turning the round into a closely contested battle. Each heavy hit is met with a grunt or a sharp exhale from their lips, the physical toll of the contest already beginning to show. As the round progresses, it's clear their all-out strategy is unsustainable, and both fighters circle each other, eyes locked, chests heaving from exertion and the impact of the blows so far, both aware that this is only the beginning of what promises to be a grueling match. At the bell, they step back at the same time, retreating to their corners, where their teams work quickly to assess any damage and offer strategic advice for the rounds ahead.

ROUND 2:

Ela and Emily emerge simultaneously from their corners again, visibly determined to assert dominance, but a lot more cautiously now as well. Ela, keen on maintaining her momentum, initiates the exchange again with a swift combination, her gloves targeting Emily's chest area but mostly hitting the forearms. She’s been told to keep up the pressure and not give Ratajkowski any breathing room, and those hits that do land result in a noticeable jolt through Emily's frame, Ela’s speed allowing her to land leather on her flesh, that recoils from the force of the blows. Emily's face contorts with each hit, a mix of pain and resolve flashing across her features as she absorbs the punishment but refuses to back down. Then, not to be outdone, the Vixen responds with her own barrage of jug--targeted punches, matching the blonde’s aggression with her own, aiming to disrupt Ela's rhythm and inflict equal discomfort. Her gloves RAM away the sides of Ela’s chest, those hooks using significant force, causing Ela to stagger left and right, mewing. The crowd can almost feel the impact as Emily's punches land, the sound echoing off the canvas and the walls of the arena. Ela's grimace and sharp intake of breath with each hit are telltale signs of the effectiveness of these counterattacks. The round evolves into a tit-for-tat, back-and-forth battle of wills and physical endurance. Both fighters continue to land heavy, impactful punches, at times jolting the face to the side, pound away at the tummy, the sound of their gloves against skin and muscle punctuating the intense silence of concentration. The audience watches, captivated, as both fighters trade blows, neither willing to give an inch. The visual of their bodies absorbing the impacts, breasts jolting with each hit, adds a visceral dimension to the contest. Each heavy hit that lands is met with a visible reaction—whether it's a stagger, a wince, or a momentarily clenched jaw. Yet, they quickly recover, their expressions hardening as they prepare to return fire. Sound of the bell and both Ela and Emily have made significant impressions, their chests heaving, bearing the red marks of their fierce exchange. They retreat to their corners, breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling rapidly under the strain of the battle.

ROUND 3:

In the third round, Ratajkowski's strategy is not just about brute force; it's about tactical positioning and leveraging her physicality to dominate Ela. As they engage early, the Vixen expertly maneuvers her body, using her legs and hips to suddenly corral Ela towards the ropes, effectively cutting off her escape routes and pinning her in place! Ela has a look of shock on her face as she gets caught by the aggressive push and clinch, her arms flailing and trying to shove Emily off her frame. But this positioning is crucial, as it allows the sultry brunette to launch a more focused attack without her blonde rival being able to dodge or counter effectively. Quickly, she uses her own hips to press against Ela, her legs blocking any attempt to sidestep away from the ropes. Then, she wraps one arm around Kawalec’s head and shoulders, securing her in place, while her free glove rams into Ela's tummy with calculated blows, that curled glove driving upward with force that sends shockwaves through her entire body. The impact of each hit is visible, with Ela's tummy compressing inwards under the force, her abdominal muscles straining to absorb the blows. With every punch, her body jerks, a visible shudder running through her as she gasps for air, her face contorting with the effort to withstand the pain, her gloves clinging useless to Emily’s shoulders and neck. For most of the round, the bitter struggle continues, with Ela trying to break free, swinging away at the Vixen’s sides and head, but the close quarters’ nature of their dance means she can’t put much power into each attack. And in the final moments of the round, Emily shifts her focus with a cunning ferocity, targeting Ela's free-hanging chest, her uppercuts transitioning from the midsection to the base of her breasts. Each uppercut threatens the integrity of Ela's top, the force of the punches causing her breasts to jolt upwards and quiver in their sockets, perilously close to spilling out of her bikini top. The visual of Ela's chest, under siege from Emily's relentless attack, is a testament to the brutality of JMDD rules, where such tactics are not just allowed but can be key to victory. Ela, trapped against the ropes and struggling to defend her chest from Emily's vicious uppercuts, is a fighter suddenly on the brink, gasping and shuddering in her opponent’s embrace, her attempts to cover up frantic, her eyes wide with the realization of her precarious situation. But she clings on till the bell rings, and Emily purses her lips and taunts her cheek to cheek -- something tells us that Ratajkowski was out to make a statement this round, and COULD have let Ela slide down to her knees earlier, but chose to exact more punishment. She finally steps back, watching Kawalec collapse into the ropes instead, knowing she has firmly taken control of the fight. Ela, meanwhile, is left breathing hard, her chest heaving, her top barely containing her battered jugs. Her eyes, however, vow revenge, and her lips twist into a snarl at the thought of dishing it out in the next round!

ROUND 4:

The fourth begins with Ela with fire in her eyes, still hugging her chest but otherwise undeterred by the previous round's punishment. Sound of the bell and she launches herself forth into another aggressive assault on Emily. This time, she focuses her attacks on Emily's midsection, feinting for the Vixen’s head and chest as pretend payback before her gloves POUND and PUMMEL into her tummy, each hit sinking into the taut flesh, forcing Emily to brace and back away, her mouth opened from the wind escaping. Ela's strategy is clear: weaken Emily's core to open up the rest of her defenses! As Ratajkowski attempts to guard her midsection, Ela shifts her focus upward, then targeting her breasts with a series of calculated straight hands and hooks. Her gloves sink into each orb, causing Emily's chest to jolt and flutter, the force threatening the stability of her own top as the flesh ripples outwards! However, later, Emily's resilience shines through in minute two. Spotting an opening as Ela overextends, Emily lands a devastating hook to her temple! OUCH! The punch is a turning point in the round, momentarily stunning the Polish blonde and abruptly halting her momentum. Seizing the moment, Ratajkowski ROARS back into the fray, her own gloves finding Ela's face and chest with brutal efficiency, jolting her head to the side with a grunt before sending one of her breasts flying upwards when an uppercut connects! The intensity of the fight reaches a new peak as both fighters, driven by a mix of desperation and determination, lunge inwards and engage in a fierce brawl. They clinch up, a tangle of limbs around shoulders and clashing wills, each seeking dominance in the close quarters. It's in this chaos that Ela sneaks in vicious hooks to the tummy, literally packing that glove into her bleating waistline and belly. Immediately, Emily's posture begins to falter, her defenses weakening under the barrage. Emily’s also swinging away but Kawalec is just swinging MORE often and with MORE force, redirecting her assault to her breasts, her gloves working over each orb, and the most sensitive areas with a ruthless precision that leaves Emily struggling and wilting in her arms. As the round concludes, it's clear that Ela has managed to claw back from the brink, her late-round aggression and tactical strikes to the tummy and breasts earning her the edge. Both fighters, breathing heavily and bearing the marks of their intense exchange, are separated by the referee at the bell, their eyes locked in mutual glares. So far, it’s clear that the warpath they’re both on has netted them equal opportunities and points!

ROUND 5:

Ela sets a blistering pace once again, her focus razor-sharp as she scuttles forward with her arms up. She wastes no time in exploiting Emily's attempts to target her face, deftly maneuvering around the sudden, incoming barrage of blows to create openings for wicked pumps and shocks to Emily's body, once more trying to break down her defenses. Those leather gloves thump into the centerline of the brunette’s tummy with relentless force, each punch a calculated effort to drain Emily's stamina and force her to lower her guard. Emily, wincing, shaking her head, is determined to retaliate, tries to maintain her focus on drubbing leather across her foe’s face, hoping to land a decisive blow that could shift the momentum in her favor. However, Ela's onslaught to her body proves too much to handle. With each thud and WHUMP to her tummy flesh, her resolve is tested, the combined pain and pressure eventually forcing her to drop her arms in a desperate attempt to protect her battered midsection, and leaving her upper body vulnerable!! AND HERE COMES ELA, swiftly shifting her assault upwards, her gloves suddenly finding Emily's breasts with devastating accuracy! Those jug shots send shockwaves through the Vixen’s body, her breasts jolting left and right with the force of the blows. With precision and power, Ela drives Emily back, inch by inch, towards the ropes! In the final moments of the round, Emily finds herself teetering on the brink, her body folded over as Ela takes lasting pot-shots at her breasts and trembling belly, a commanding position with her rival pinned against the ropes and groaning. Even after the bell rings, Ela takes the chance to shove another uppercut straight into Emily’s chin, another scooped into the base of her breasts, rocking the poor Vixen back upright and slumped into the ropes. The referee pulls the Siren back, giving her a stern warning, but the damage has been done. The proud Kawalec struts back to her corner with a bright grin on her face. There’s no doubt her confidence is surging, while Emily, visibly hurt and breathing heavily, must regroup and find a way to counter if she wants to not fall for the first time to this foe…

ROUND 6:

In her eagerness to dominate right back and secure her fourth consecutive win over Kawalec, Emily Ratajkowski leaves herself open, surging in and swinging at the opening bell, but her attacks are more predictable and less guarded. Ela backs away after a couple of stray shots land on her guard, but soon enough, she’s able to easily dodge and weave, before sending a counter-hook across the jawline, which dazed the Vixen. Another perfectly timed hook catches her on the side of her chest, rocking those orbs to the side and effectively halting her momentum in its tracks, as Ratajkowski groans and is forced to cover up and retreat. HERE COMES KAWALEC, with fire and danger in her eyes, bashing more gloves all over the Vixen’s frame: another wild haymaker cracks into the top of her temple, throwing her off-balance, but a flurry of a follow-up pounds into her breasts and belly, folding her back over and doubling her into Ela’s arms! And just like that, the brunette’s knees BUCKLE beneath her, sending her tumbling downwards in a rare display of vulnerability! As she collapses, so does her cheek brush against Ela's bosom, those parted lips gliiiidddiiiiing down the blonde’s tummy in a moment of unexpected intimacy that ultimately leaves the dazed Vixen on her knees, arms wrapped around Ela’s thighs and butt, looking utterly bewildered and shocked! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Ela Kawalec, who stands tall and unscathed, chest heaving, and looking down at her foe with a mix of triumph and amusement. "You'll get a taste of jug soon enough," she taunts, her grin wide and predatory.

Referee does his job, and pulls Ela off, allowing Emily to fall properly to all fours. Whether that helps or hinders, that’s up for debate, but as Kawalec retreats to her corner, Emily is showing grit and willpower, slowly pulling herself back up, determined to wipe the taste of the blonde’s tummy and jug from her lips. She rises back to her feet by the count of 8, yet that taste of defeat—literal and metaphorical—lingers on her lips, a bitter reminder of her momentary downfall. She tries to shake off the daze, to refocus, but the damage has been done, and she barely nods to the referee and settles into an unsteady pose, before the bell rings to signal one more minute left on the clock.

AND HERE COMES KAWALEC, knowing that it’s her time to strike, and strike true!! Blonde girl RUSHES in with those long strides, calculated cruelty in her eyes, as she rams another overhand into Emily’s faltering arms, once again cornering her against the ropes, both their bodies crashing into one another with a meaty smack. This is exactly what Ela wants: get in close and pummel the Vixen somemore, end this dirtied stain on her career! She clinches up, holding the battered Ratajkowski with an arm around her shoulders and neck, her body pressed tightly in, leaving with no room for escape. Then, a series of short, vicious hooks dig into the pit of Emily’s belly puh puh puh pUH!! Emily's body goes limp in her grasp, her resistance crumbling like the folded flesh, each hook digging deep into the softness of her belly. Then, uppercuts find their mark on the tender region of Emily's breasts. The punches force each orb upwards, causing her body to jerk and shudder with each hit. Emily's attempts to defend herself, to push back against the tide, grow increasingly feeble, her arms flailing weakly in a desperate bid for relief, her body, once poised and ready for battle, now hanging limp in Ela's embrace, her resistance shattered. Her head droops forward, her face a mask of exhaustion and defeat, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she struggles to find air amidst the pain. Ela's eyes, alight with the fire of victory, never leave her distressed face, watching every moment of her downfall with a cold satisfaction. As the final punches land, driving the last vestiges of fight from Emily's body, both girls know the end is near. And as one of Emily’s hands drops limp to her side, the referee, having witnessed this one-sided battle, finally STEPS IN, signaling the end of the match with his arms waving in the air… but not before Ela lands one final, devastating blow to the tummy, forcing Ratajkowski to collapse with a groan, a punctuation mark on her statement of victory! It’s OVER via TKO, and Miss Kawalec has finally scored her revenge win!

Official Result: Ela Kawalec defeats Emily Ratajkowski via KO6!

AFTER:

In the aftermath, Ela, still fueled by the thrill of her victory, refuses to let up. With Emily's weakened form still trapped between her body and the ropes, the blonde Siren simply CONTINUES her assault, with an almost sadistic glee! Her gloves, though tiring themselves, continue to, drive and dig into Emily's chest and belly with malice. Each punch is accompanied by a terrible, drawn-out groan, the sound music to Ela's ears, as she watches the Vixen's once formidable resistance wilt away.

Meanwhile, Ela ignores the pleas of the referee, as her own taunts fill the air, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "This is just the beginning, Emily. I’m gonna beat you down over and over again, just you wait!" Her words are not just a promise but a declaration of a new rivalry, one where Ela sees herself ascending to the very top.

With Ratajkowski completely subdued in her grasp, Ela makes her final, decisive move. She tightens her grip on Emily, both arms now snaking past her shoulders and wrapped around the Vixen's head, in an unbreakable embrace. Then, with a calculated maneuver, she pulls her shocked face down into her chest, effectively locking in the jug smother!

The ropes at Emily's back serve as a barrier, pinning her in place, leaving her with no escape. And Emily's struggles are frantic at first, her hands clawing at Ela's sides, trying to find leverage, any leverage, to break free. Muffled groans escape from the depths of the Siren’s smothering embrace, a testament to her desperate fight for air. But as the seconds tick by, Emily’s movements grow weaker, her resistance fading until, finally, her entire body goes limp in Ela's wicked standing smother.

The arena, once filled with the roar of the crowd, falls into a stunned silence as they witness the conclusion of this intense battle. Ela stands triumphant, her dominance undisputed, grinning into the top of Emily’s head, while Emily remains motionless, defeated not just physically but subdued by her rival’s desire for payback.

Only when a multitude of ring officials flood the ring and pull Ela off does the blonde release her grip, allowing Ratajkowski’s limp form to slide down to the canvas and pool near the ropes with a thud. She wears an expression of completely jugged out, eyelids fluttering, her lips parted, a little drool flowing down the chin.

Tonight’s victory is Ela's, a victory marked not just by the knockout but by the total domination of a once-insurmountable opponent, and a statement to the rest of the JMDD world that she is a force to be reckoned with!