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29 June 2024 Title Ch Hailey Clauson vs Maya Jama

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BBU HEATWAVE 24

Posted by girlsfriday on 28 June 2024 at 10:44 pm

Hailey Clauson vs. Maya Jama (BBU JMDD Title)

(Written by Caspian/Results by Vassago)

Hailey:
(27, 5’11, 30:5 BBU, SIRENs, 32C)

Maya:
(29, 5’7, 4:6 BBU, Beever’s Babes)

BEFORE:

**The BBU Press Room, London**

Journalists and photographers jostle for position, their eyes fixed on the stage, where two competitors for tonight’s title match stand poised, their contrasting energies setting the scene for a clash of titans.

Hailey Clauson, the reigning BBU JMDD champion, exudes an aura of playful arrogance. Her attire, a revealing white crop top and matching high-waisted shorts, accentuates her long legs and toned physique, the soft mounds of her underboobs clearly a display of confidence in tonight’s contest. A glint of defiance shines in her blue eyes, a silent challenge to anyone who dares underestimate her.

Maya Jama, the charismatic challenger tonight, radiates a different kind of energy. She's dressed in a form-fitting black jumpsuit that hugs her curves, a single gold chain draped across her chest adding a touch of glamor. Her smile is wide and infectious, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and determination to take the fight to the long-reigning champ.

"Ladies," the MC begins, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "we're here to talk about the upcoming fight. Hailey, you've been a dominant force in the JMD division. Do you see Maya as a serious threat to your title?"

Hailey throws her head back and laughs, the sound a mix of amusement and derision. "Serious threat?" she scoffs, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "This is my NINTH title defense. I've faced tougher competition in sparring sessions. Maya's got a cute smile, but she's about to learn that this isn't a popularity contest. It's a fight, and I'm the queen of this ring."

A murmur of surprise ripples through the crowd. Maya's smile doesn't waver, but her eyes harden. "Don't count me out just yet, Hailey," she says, her voice calm but firm. "I might be new to the scene, but I'm not new to winning. And I'm definitely not afraid to challenge those pathetic puppies."

A reporter from a well-known boxing website leans forward, her voice dripping with a hint of amusement. "Maya, you've been quite vocal about your...disagreement with the JMD format. Do you think that will affect your performance tonight, considering your, ahem, 'strategic advantage' seems a bit…diminished compared to your opponent?"

Maya leans back in her chair, her smile widening. "Listen, I'm not gonna lie, I think the JMD is a bit silly. We're athletes, not just eye candy." She pauses, her gaze sweeping over Hailey's figure. "But, hey, if that's what the fans want, I'm here to deliver. And trust me, Hailey’s 'assets' are questionable. I think I’m capable of delivering a knockout one-two punch to send her down."

Hailey, however, bristles at the thinly veiled insult. "Oh, babe," she purrs, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't get too cocky. You might have a few fans in the stands, but in the ring, it's a different story. You're going to learn tonight that JMD isn't just about having a pretty face. It's about skill, strategy, and experience. And in those departments, darling, you're sorely lacking."

Maya's smile fades, replaced by a steely determination. "Experience? You mean the kind of experience you gained by knocking out Krsmanovic in a brutal war last night?" she retorts, her voice rising with each word. "I think you're not as invincible as you think, Hailey. You're vulnerable, complacent, and I'm going to expose every single one of your weaknesses."

The room falls silent, the only sound is the whirring of cameras and the scribbling of pens. The two women lock eyes, a silent battle of wills playing out under the harsh lights. The MC's announcement, "Ladies, it's time for the weigh-in!", is met with a wave of whistles and cheers.

Hailey, ever the show-woman, struts onto the stage, her movements oozing confidence. She sheds her designer robe to reveal a white bikini that accentuates her slender yet athletic frame. It's a calculated choice, a reminder of her "Sports Illustrated past and a challenge to those who underestimate her. The scale flashes 124 pounds, a testament to her disciplined training regime.

Maya, her eyes narrowed with a focused intensity, follows suit. She strips off her jumpsuit, revealing a simple black bikini that hugs her curves and showcases her toned physique. There's a subtle power in her movements, a hint of the strength that lies beneath the charismatic smile. The scale confirms her weight: 124 pounds, an equal match for the champion.

The crowd hushes as the two women turn to face each other. They approach each other with predatory grace, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. The cameras flash, capturing the moment, freezing the tension in time. Hailey, the taller of the two by a mere inch, doesn't let the height difference deter her. She steps forward, her chest puffed out, her gaze unwavering. Maya, undaunted, meets her challenge head-on, her own chest rising to meet the champ’s.

The two women stand nose-to-nose, their bodies pressed together in a display of dominance. With a subtle shift of her weight, Hailey smirks, presses her chest into Maya's, a silent challenge to the younger fighter. But Maya doesn't back down. There’s a flicker of contempt in her eyes, before she reciprocates with a subtle shove of her own, her toned abs flexing against Hailey's.

The staredown continues, with neither woman yielding, their bodies locked in a tense embrace, their eyes burning with a fierce determination. A sly smirk curls across Maya's lips as she leans closer, her voice a hushed whisper that only Hailey can hear. "You think those puppies of yours are gonna save you tonight?"

Hailey bristles at the taunt, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. "Don't get too cocky, Jama," she hisses back, her breath hot against Maya's cheek. "Your pair won't be much good after I'm done with them."

Maya's smirk widens, her confidence growing with every passing second. "Oh, I'm sure you'll try your best," she purrs, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But let's be honest, Hailey, you're just a pretty face with a pair of gloves. I’m gonna pound your tits out until you’re begging me to smother you out."

Them’s fighting words. Hailey, her composure shattered, lunges forward, her right fist a blur of motion. It connects with a sickening thud against the base of Maya's chest, the impact echoing through the arena followed by a sharp gasp of surprise from the challenger. Maya’s eyes instantly widen in shock and pain, but before she can retaliate, Hailey's left hand finds purchase on her hair, yanking her head back with brutal force.

The crowd erupts, a chaotic mix of cheers and jeers as the two women tumble to the ground in a tangle of limbs and fabric. Punches fly, claws rake across skin, and the air is thick with the sounds of a full-blown brawl! Security guards swarm the stage, their bodies a wall of black as they struggle to separate the fighters. And it takes several men to finally pry them apart, their faces grim as they drag the women back to their respective corners.

Hailey, her chest heaving with exertion, glares at Maya with a look of pure hatred. Maya, though disheveled and bruised, returns the glare with equal intensity. The MC's voice, amplified by the gym's speakers, cuts through the chaos. "Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes the weigh-in and staredown. Please remain in your seats as we prepare for the main event!"

Later, the lights dim, a hush falling over the expectant crowd. The spotlight shifts to the red corner, where Hailey Clauson emerges, a vision of confidence and athleticism. Her fight attire is a bold statement, a fiery red bikini top that accentuates her ample cleavage and toned midriff. Matching red bottoms hug her hips, showcasing her long, powerful legs. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, a few loose strands framing her determined face.

Across the ring, the spotlight finds Maya Jama, her entrance a wave of cool composure. Her fight attire is a stark contrast to Hailey's fiery red – a sleek black bikini top that highlights her toned physique and flat stomach.The high-waisted bottoms accentuate her curves, showcasing her athleticism. Her dark hair is braided into cornrows, a few beads adding a touch of personality.

The final preparations: in Hailey's corner, her team works with quiet efficiency, adjusting the straps of her gloves, applying a thin layer of Vaseline to her eyebrows and nose, and offering final words of encouragement. In Maya's corner, her trainer, a no-nonsense woman with a steely gaze, barks instructions, her voice a sharp counterpoint to the hushed whispers from the other side of the ring.

This is it – the moment they've been waiting for. The fight for the BBU JMD title is about to begin! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of JMDD action!

ROUND 1:

BONG! And both these ladies came out SWINGING! This ain't your regular boxing match, folks – in JMD, only punches to the chest count. Clauson, the champ, is all over Jama to start, using that reach advantage to pepper her face with jabs, and too soon getting Maya on the ropes, landing a few good shots on her chest. Maya fires back with a hook that just misses Hailey's jaw, a reminder that even punches that don't score can still mess with your opponent. So far, Hailey's controlling the distance, using those long arms to keep tagging her foe to the chest, shooting punches through her arms or banging hooks off the sides when she ain’t paying attention. Meanwhile, Maya's tough as nails, though, ducking a wild punch and countering with her own body shot. The crowd is LOVING this! Every punch, whether it's to the head, body, or the money-maker (the chest!), is part of the strategy, and Hailey lands a big jab to the sternum, driving the air from her lips, followed by a right cross that makes Maya's, uh, girls jiggle a bit. Ouch. Maya's trying her best to keep up, but Hailey's reach and experience are just too much. Soon, the bell rings, ending a crazy first round. Both fighters head back to their corners, chests heaving. The judges give the round to Hailey, she landed the most shots to the chest, and the SIren already knows it. Hailey raises her gloves, looking cool as a cucumber. Maya, though, she ain't giving up. She's got that fire in her eyes, ready to come back swinging in the next round.

ROUND 2:

DING! Round two,and Maya's fired up! She's learned from the first round, closing the distance and landing some clean shots to Hailey's chest. She's the aggressor now, pushing the pace and frustrating the champ. Hailey's still landing punches, but they're not scoring like before. Maya's slipping and sliding, making herself a tougher target. A few jabs find the blonde’s face, making her wince and growl. Clauson’s a champ for a reason, though. Even losing the round, she's not rattled. With ten seconds left on the clock, she explodes forward. A right cross glances off Maya's cheek, before a left hook spins her opponent towards the side with a grunt, sweat flying off Maya’s frame. And before Maya can recover, Hailey unleashes a barrage of punches aimed at her chest. A right jab catches Maya firm on one of her breasts, followed by a left hook that digs into her sternum. Another powerful right hook lands with a thud on Maya's right jug, sending it flying the other way. At the final bell, Hailey throws a final uppercut that sends one of the orbs flying upwards, threatening to leave its bikini confines. And that’s how you do it, folks! It's a furious display of power and aggression from the champ, in a last-ditch effort to steal the round or at least plant a seed of doubt in Maya's mind. The judges give the round to Maya, a crucial win for the challenger. But the crowd is buzzing about Hailey's late-round surge. Maya stumbles back to her corner, gasping for breath. Her chest heaves with each inhale, a dull ache settling in beneath her ribs. A red welt is already blooming where one of her punches landed. But despite the punishment, there's a fire in Maya's eyes. She may be battered, but she's not broken. This JMD title fight is turning into a war, folks, and we're just getting started!

ROUND 3:

Round three kicks off and it's Maya's momentum that carries over. She's relentless, pushing Hailey back with a constant stream of harsh swings. Her footwork is superb for a rookie, dancing around Hailey's reach and peppering her face and body with jabs, sending Hailey back on the defensive, who’s struggling to find her rhythm. The first minute of the round is all Maya. She's setting up her punches beautifully. A quick jab to the face momentarily disrupts her vision, then a sharp footwork shuffle to the side creates an opening for a powerful cross that pancakes one of Hailey's breasts. Maya follows this up with a feint to the right, forcing Hailey to raise her guard again, before dropping down low and unleashing a right hook that digs into her solar plexus. This combination of disruptive jabs, footwork to create openings, and a mix of high and low attacks are keeping the champ off-balance and allowing Maya to land clean, powerful shots, each eliciting a grunt of pain from the champ. Soon, Hailey tries to counter, but Maya's head movement allows her to slip and slide under her wild overhands punches, frustrating her efforts to regain control.

The second minute continues in much the same vein. Maya's relentless pressure is wearing Hailey down. The champ's punches are losing their snap, her footwork becoming sluggish. Maya senses the shift in momentum and presses her advantage, targeting Hailey's midsection with solid thumps to circumvent her guard. But just as it seems like Maya is about to run away with the round, Hailey digs deep. She finds a second wind in the final minute, roaring back with a ferocity that reminds everyone why she's the champion. A low right hook sinks into Maya's stomach, her body momentarily buckling, before more left hooks and right jabs pound away at her sides midsection, driving her back against the ropes. With the challenger all loosened up, Hailey finishes her combination with a powerful uppercut that lands squarely on the base of one of Maya’s orbs, sending another gasp from her lips. The final bell rings, signaling the end of another brutal round. Both fighters stumble back to their corners, and this round was another rollercoaster, a testament to the grit and determination of both women. It was Maya's round to lose, but Hailey's late surge made it a close call. This fight is turning into an instant classic, a back-and-forth battle between two warriors who refuse to yield. It's anyone's guess who will emerge victorious, but one thing is for sure: we're in for a thrilling finish.

ROUND 4:

Round four and Hailey's got something to prove! She comes out like a woman on a mission, throwing a quick jab to Maya's face to gauge the distance. Jama tries to counter with a right hook, but Hailey sees it coming and easily deflects it with her forearm. Now Hailey knows she's in range. She unleashes a stinging jab that glances off the left shoulder, then another to her right. Maya winces but grits her teeth, raising her gloves high to protect her head, but this is exactly what Hailey wants. With Maya's guard high, her chest is open for business. A left jab is thrown towards Maya's head, but instead of following through, Clauson drops her weight and pivots on her right foot, launching a powerful right hook directly at the left breast. Maya's caught off guard by the switch-up, and the punch lands with a forceful crunch, the impact ripping through Maya's chest like a shot. Her breath explodes from her lungs in a short, involuntary gasp. A dull ache spreads through her chest, radiating outwards towards her ribs. She can feel a stinging sensation just under her skin, and knows there will be a bruise forming there later. Hailey’s glove also sinks in hard, causing her left breast to compress inwards, the flesh rippling slightly before rebounding back to its natural shape. The shockwave from the punch travels through the soft tissue, causing a brief moment of disorientation.

Disoriented and with a minute left, Hailey unleashes more vicious combos. A hook flies in high, slapping Maya across her face and snapping her head back, before another bomb of a right hook catches the challenger on her other breast. It's a devastating blow, and Maya’s HAD ENOUGH, cradling her chest before collapsing to her knees by the ropes, with Clauson still standing over her, tall and proud, and heaving with pride! The crowd gasps. Is this the end for Maya?

The referee herds Hailey to the neutral corner and starts the count, with Maya down on her knees, still struggling to get up. She's at 5, 6, 7... and finally, at 8, she manages to stagger back to her feet. The crowd erupts, some cheering, some booing, but everyone's on the edge of their seats. The Beever’s Babes starlet is still standing, but she's clearly hurt. Her legs are wobbly, her chest is heaving, and there's a look of desperation in her eyes. Minute left on the clock and Hailey smells BLOOD in the water, but the bell rings before she can finish the job. Of course, the judges give the round to the Siren, in a much-needed win for the champ. Maya stumbles back to her corner, her team swarming around her. They've got a minute to patch her up and get her ready for the final round. Can she recover from this knockdown? Can she find the strength to pull off a miracle here?

ROUND 5:

Maya's trainer must have given her a hell of a pep talk, because she comes out swinging like a wildcat. She's got nothing to lose here, and she's throwing everything she's got at Hailey. She lands a flurry of punches to the blonde’s midsection, before her fists travel upwards, targeting both the left and right sides of Hailey's chest, avoiding her locked arms to score points early. One shot, a right hook, catches Hailey flush on the breastplate of her chest! Ouch!! The impact is like a car slamming into a wall. Instantly, Hailey's body jerks back a half-step, the force of the blow momentarily knocking the wind out of her. Her chest muscles contract involuntarily, and a sharp pain shoots through her torso. Even through the padding of her gloves, Maya can feel the sickening thud of her fist connecting with both flesh and bone. But Hailey's weathered the storm before, and she's not about to let this fight slip away. She takes a deep breath, gathers her strength, adjusting her guard over her chest, and starts to fight back. Maya tries to continue with her constant hooks and swings, but the challenger’s clearly getting tired, pushing Hailey back towards the ropes but her blows losing their power. Meanwhile, Hailey covers up, absorbing the blows with her arms and shoulders, until she sees her opening: Maya throws a wild left hook, which Clauson slips under it and COUNTERS with a short, sharp hook that digs into her side. Maya winces and folds over, gets HAMMERED by another rising hook to the temple, which sends her reeling into the ropes! There, she’s TRAPPED, her back to the turnbuckle, body slumping further as Hailey unleashes her fury upon her! Right hook slapped into her chest, sending those orbs flying to the side, before more hooks thud off that wilting torso. Maya Jama's body is starting to resemble a punching bag, her arms flailing helplessly and guard threatening to falter as she tries to protect herself. A final right hook connects squarely with the challenger’s jaw, but that's not all. As Maya's head snaps back, Hailey follows through with a vicious left hook aimed directly at her chest, jolting her left breast violently to the side, the flesh momentarily compressed inwards before rebounding back to its natural shape. A searing pain explodes through her body, making her legs wobble and Maya’s frame to sag completely against the corner steel post. Right before the big brunette goes down, however, Hailey gnashes her teeth and drives another uppercut into the poor girl’s sternum, the force of the blow lifting Maya a couple of inches off the canvas before she comes right back down with a choked gasp and THUD! DOWN SHE GOES, collapsing onto her side, her eyes rolling back in her head, her body going entirely limp! The crowd falls silent as the referee leans down and examines her status, shouting in her shattered face multiple times if she wants to continue, before straightening up and waving his arms in a wide arc, signaling the fight is OVER!

Official Result: Hailey Clauson defeats Maya Jama via KO5! Hailey Clauson RETAINS the BBU JMDD title!

AFTER:

The cheers of the crowd are a dull roar in Hailey's ears. Her focus is singular, her movements swift and decisive. In a flurry of motion, she tears off her gloves, ripping the laces with her teeth in a primal display. While she does this, her eyes remain locked onto Maya's prone form across the ring.

Then, with a surge of leftover adrenaline, the champ strides across the ring, her muscles rippling beneath her sweat-slicked skin. She grabs Maya by her hair and arm, hauling her limp body towards the center of the ring like a hunter dragging her prey. The crowd watches in stunned silence, their cheers replaced by a collective gasp of shock.

Clauson positions herself astride Maya, her knees digging into the canvas on either side of the battered girl’s hips. Then, she pins Maya's arms above her head with her own, a smirk spreading across her lips. Above, Hailey’s chest heaves with exertion, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Not so tough now, are you, bitch?" Hailey taunts, her voice laced with a mixture of triumph and disdain. She leans down, her face inches from Maya's, her eyes blazing with victory.

Maya's eyes flutter open, her gaze unfocused. She blinks, trying to make sense of the situation. As the fog of unconsciousness clears, the reality of her defeat hits her like a physical blow. She struggles weakly against Hailey's grip, but her efforts are futile. Hailey's strength is overwhelming, her dominance absolute.

Hailey leans closer, her breath hot against Maya's cheek. "This is my kingdom, Maya," she whispers, her voice low and menacing. "And you're just a pawn."

Then, before Maya can register what’s happening, a feral grin spreads across Hailey's face as she lowers her body, her championship chest pressing down into her face. Clauson can feel the rapid rise and fall of Maya's gasping lips beneath her, the frantic beating of her heart. A wave of exhilaration washes over her, a heady mix of triumph and raw power, as her own breasts, flushed and swollen from the fight, envelop the challenger’s face, smothering her cries of protest.

The soft flesh conforms to the contours of Maya's features, cutting off her air supply. Below, Maya struggles desperately, one last act of resistance as her arms flail helplessly, her legs kicking futilely against the canvas. But Hailey's grip is unyielding, her body a living cage that traps Maya in a suffocating embrace.

Soon, Hailey's eyes glitter with a dark satisfaction as she feels Maya's body begin to go limp beneath her. The struggle fades, replaced by a stillness that sends a shiver down her spine. Even then, she holds the position for a few more heartbeats, savoring the moment of absolute control, making sure Jama’s out completely cold.

Then, with a final squeeze for show, she releases her grip. Maya's body collapses onto the canvas, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. Hailey rises to her feet, her chest puffed out in triumph. She stands over Maya, one boot planted firmly into her battered chest, her eyes blazing with fire. This is her kingdom, and Maya is nothing more than a conquered subject.

Later, backstage, journalists swarm around Hailey, their microphones outstretched, their voices clamoring for her attention. Hailey, still catching her breath, raises a triumphant fist, her chest heaving with exertion.

"That was some fight, huh?" she declares, her voice hoarse but filled with pride. "Maya pushed me… barely,” she chuckles. “But in the end, I proved why I'm the champion."

When asked about Maya's impressive comeback in the earlier rounds, Hailey shrugs. "She’s tough, no doubt. She stepped up to the plate when noone else did. I respect that. But I never doubted myself for a second. I knew I had it in me to finish her, and that's exactly what I did."

Hailey's eyes gleam with a fierce determination as she addresses the crowd of reporters. "This is just the beginning," she proclaims. "I'm here to stay, and I'm going to continue to dominate this sport. Are there any other challengers out there? Bring them on!"

Meanwhile, in a quieter corner of the backstage area, Maya sits slumped on a bench, her head in her hands. Her face is bruised and swollen, her eyes filled with tears. A medic tends to a cut above her eye, dabbing at it with a cotton swab.

When asked for a comment, she lifts her head, her gaze defiant. "I may have lost tonight," she says, her voice barely a whisper, "but I'll be back. I'll learn from this, I'll train harder, and I'll come back stronger."

A flicker of anger flashes in Maya's eyes as she remembers the humiliating ending of the fight. Then, she rises to her feet, her body aching but her spirit unbroken. "This isn't over," she declares, her voice rising in intensity. "I'll be back, Hailey. And next time, I'll be the one standing tall in the ring."