Posted by simguy on 8/7/2009, 10:05 am

BEFORE: Titanic JMD match up attended by intense pre-fight hi-jinx: girls frequently combusting into pushing and top-tugging sessions when coaxed into close proximity by photographers. "I'm best at JMD," Jessica reminds all in prefight. "Jennifer knows that, and if she's forgotten, I'm just gonna have to remind her." Hewitt glowing at the prospect of taking the tiara from Jess: it's one of the premier pairings in all boxing. "Hammering Jess JMD is special," Hewitt admits. "She thinks she's so unstoppable - that's what makes it so fun. You hit into her, and you can see the shock on her face. She honestly doesn't believe other girls can compete until they've stomped all over her!" Jen in vivid purple bikini with bra straps and bow-tied connection between jug; black gloves. Jess in Dukes Pink Bikini (DPB); white gloves.

During R1: Crazy brawling early - girls clobbering each other upside the head; heads turned by punches as fighters purse lips, squint eyes and push forward. Bumper-car fighting all jiggles and swings for half a minute, then slowly becoming more targeted as Jen establishes a stuffing right hand against Jessi's jugs. Hewitt plowing 'em in - right elbow up, teeth bared as she rams away, claiming heavily against rack. Jess backed up, sniveling with hurt - swinging back righty at Jen's head, but not getting her weight forward. Ropes: Hewitt systematically about her blonde - pushing Jessi's shoulders back; plowing in the right to jugs, then the left - soon she's just cycling away rights and lefts, bringing the hands back low after scoring. Jessica howling: Jen's slamming away here and blonde's beside herself. Bell: Jen grimly jams in insurance, helping herself to a bit more Jess before ref can pull Hewitt off from behind. Simpsy shaken, hugging her jugs on the wobble back to her stool.

R2: Hewitt with the rolling start - in motion just before the bell: she catches Jess coming off her stool, pancaking her into turnbuckles. Jessi's head whiplashing on impact - she's panicky, blonde curls in her eyes and Jennifer's digging away feverish. Simpsy trying to cover up: Jen reaching in to pull down the guard, jamming in the short right forearm, sliding her arm down and repeating with the left. Simpsy crying out: Hewitt's buns jiggling in her purples as she sets and plows, getting her legs and back into short, stuffing blows. A lot of forearm here - Jen's in pretty close, not much room for swinging punches - ref letting it go as Jessica's breasts mushroom then slump in time to the beating. Jen big-grinnin' - she's got Jess jacked up against ropes, helpless to prevent the jug-mugging of a lifetime. Simpsy wailing, pressed against ropes, shuddering under the churning attack on her chest and THE REF STEPS IN! TKO2 for the winner and NEW JMD champ as Jessi's not answering back.

After: Hewitt eyes bright: she quickly yanks off her mitts; pushes Jess into ropes and yanks HER mitts off, then jumps into her to secure a rough jug-smother. Jessi crying out, writhing away: she tries to turn and grab ropes, but she's sucked off the apron and twisted to the canvas. Wriggling beneath Jen, Jess turns belly-down, squealing and shouting as Hewitt's knees dig into canvas either side of Jessi's ribcage.

Hewitt tight-lipped - dark curls dangling down onto Jessica's back and head as brunette dominates. Jen fists her right hand in Jessi's hair just above left temple - using it to turn Jessica's head. Jen pushing her right hand down into canvas while pulling Jessica's hair...blonde whining, turning onto her back...and Jen's got her! Jennifer quickly plunging down from full mount, pouring her jug across Jessica's open-mouthed face. Jen's brawny arms scramble to secure Jessica's head as Jen's thick legs tighten with the effort of maintaining top-position. Jess writhing, hands pushing at the meat of Jen's lats, heels kicking against canvas: she's trapped!

Chabert slides into the ring, grinning, yanking her hot pink blouse off to reveal thudding jugs in white push up. She goes to her haunches near Jessica's head, sitting patiently with hands atop her thighs - occasionally reaching in to smooth Jen's hair in behind her left ear so fans can see a bit of Hewitt's face.

Jen all juggy deadweight atop Jess, rubbing on her with little shimmying movements; occasionally re-cinching with arms and shoulders working strong. Jessica growing still beneath her tormentress, starting to give in: blonde's hands cupped at ribs under Jen's armpits.

Chabert frowning after a while - reaching left hand forward to push at Jen's shoulder. "Hey!" She's impatient. Wants Jess.

Jen ignores Chabert, licking lips as she writhes her arms just a smidge, shifts her weight on her knees. Lacey visibly pissed: Jen's taking too much Jess!

Eventually - and in her own good time - Jen rises up off smouldering Jess, sitting on haunches against blonde tummy with hands on knees. Brunette smiling down, dark curls all damp, dangling down across her breasts. Poor Jessica pale, pasty - damp face upturned, conquered blonde locks clumping against her brows and cheeks; eyes closed, lips parted.

Jen cocks her right hand (left hand still on her thigh), chops a short right-hand frontal donkey punch to Jessi's left eye with a bright little PAK! Semi-tuff - nothing too ruff - just enough to harden Simpsy's nipples in response. Jessi moans, aroused, legs working again. Chabert, delighted to see movement, leans in from her position at Jessica's head as Jen pushes up off blonde torso. Lacey cupping hands under Jessica's chin to secure her, snugging blonde's face up into the fresh rack. Chabert grinning as she lays full out, her legs outstretched behind her, putting the weight of her chest on Jessi's face. Elbows in tight to her body, and with hands cupped under Jessi's chin - Lacey's got her cinched: Chabert free to rest her cheek against the upturned dough of Jessi's conquered jugs. Occasionally, Lacey will lift one foot up into the air like a girl lying tummy-down on her bed, talking on the phone.

Jen walking around hands on hips; running a hand through damp locks - eventually, she's ready for more, so she squats down on Jessi's stomach, sitting on haunches with hands on knees. Grumpy with impatience, Jen pushes her right hand on Lacey's shoulder: "Get up."

Lacey: (with a little frown) "Mmm."

Jen: "She's mine. Get off."

Lacey sits up on her haunches - knees close to Jessica's head. Poor Jessi's deep in jug-shock, eyelashes fluttering, lips parted. Lacey raises her right hand (left hand still on her thigh); chops a little donkey punch onto Jessica's face, once again arousing Jess against her will. Officials start to move in: jug-smothering is one thing, but you can't keep bringing a girl around to pour it to her all night long like this.

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