JMD Bout

Posted by Simguy on 4/28/2007, 9:08 am.

Before: Plenty of moaning and teeth gnashing in the media and photosphere about Hayek’s determination to contest JMD--senseless brawling seems a waste of Salma’s still world-class skills. “It’s mostly about Jessica,” says one Hayek apologist in “Celebrity Ring” magazine.--”Salma wants Simpson--bad--but Jess is pretty much a JMD specialist these days: you want her, you fight JMD. You don’t want to fight JMD? Fine, she’ll go fight Lacey Chabert--you know? People joke about ‘ditzy’ Jessica, but she uses it--makes girls come to her, makes them pay up, makes them accept JMD terms which maximizes Simpson’s chances--that’s not too shabby for a ditz.” For Hayek, it’s really much simpler, “people think when you turn 40, you suddenly get all calm and wise and prudent,” Salma smiles, “but I tell you: when I see a floosie like Jessica at a pool or beach somewhere, my blood still boils, you know? I burn to compete with Jessica--yes, because she’s young, because she has this body. I’m not be ‘forced’ to fight JMD: beating Jessica JMD is the way I want to treat her. Look at my body and tell me that every curve is not up to the task. I tell you it is, and I tell Jessica it is.” Simpson in pink Daisy Dukes bikini, white gloves. Hayek in black bikini, white gloves. Girls touch ‘em up in ritual JMD style: right gloves pressing gently against soft racks as girls turn away from each other.

During R1: Jessica’s feet pounding against canvas as she hurtles across ring--jugs swinging, hair flying--Hayek crossing her arms, leaning in to brace herself for contact as blonde collides with brunette. Bumpercar brawling--both girls winging--exuberant Jessica pasting Hayek’s face and breasts in senseless melee. Hayek slugged to ropes, immediately covering up face-in-gloves: Jessica piles in, reaching past Hayek’s right shoulder, leaning in close, lifting the flat of her thigh up into Mexican midriff with a beefy clap of meat on meat. Hayek grunting, doubling forward: Jessica shifts-left, pushing Salma’s right side into ropes, Jess settles in, riding her left forearm heavy across Salma’s upper back--blonde leaning her weight in, then plugging away beefy right hands to Hayek’s presented left side. Thigh, hip, flank, tummy, a little side-jug-Simpsy happily blasting away fat--Hayek curled up, cringing, unable to get out of there. Ref very indulgent--letting it go--Simpson able to pile up methodical points just smearing and smoking Salma in tight.

R2: Jessica chargers length o’ the ring again, driving grimacing Hayek to ropes--Salma pummeled perhaps a dozen swinging punches before she rallies, digs in at apron. Jessica reaching in, chesting up, then chugging to rack--blonde shortening up stroke, plugging away zesty to rack--just squirming to shove in extra leather. Hayek ear muffed up, but facing into this stuff--she’s banging back hard, twisting side to side to clout Jessica’s available face and lurching knockers. Tidy-kind to-and-fro--girls in constant, wriggling contact with each other--Simpson just too effervescent jams away for more points through 2.

R3: Jessica charges Salma again--no question little blonde juggernaut’s her willful aggressor early. Struggling embrace tumbles along ropes--stocky legs stamping, form backsides jostling with effort of muscling the hated other to ropes. Minute mark--fight spills to canvas--girls still tangled-up black bikini on top; pink bikini; black; pink; black--ref finally pulling brawling hellcats up and part, shaking both vixens by a well-gripped upper arm, Hair disheveled, eyes glaring, teeth bared, chest heaving--they jump to each other, re-embracing, stumbling around all a-jiggle. Rest of the way sloppy--girls repeatedly taking each other down--both enjoying savage moments of pounding when the other’s momentarily sprawled on canvas. Ref apologetic, not to mention exhausted--constant job of work to get in there, peel’em apart, stand ‘em up, give’em a good shake as reckless beauties just won’t listen.

R4: More senseless wind milling, wrestling and slugging--both girls mouth breathing heavily, swinging themselves off balance--careening around the ring as legs start to tire. Both girls pushing the opponent down, then pursuing her to canvas. One memorable moment--Jessica up on her knees, in behind a slumped and seated Hayek: blonde with her left arm loose about Hayek’s throat while slamming repeat rights to Hayek’s face. Another--Hayek on HER knees off Simpson’s right flank--Jessica on her back, stunned: Salma throws her left arm/torso across Jessi’s chest, pinning blonde down; Salma covers Jessi’s right leg with brunette right, neatly exposing glorious, tanned midriff and jugs to free-range right hands! Hayek grinning cruelly as she plows away--big, bumping rights, taking Simpsy in her gut and jugs--poor blonde grunting and gurgling until ref breaks it up.

R5: Pace slowing--starting favour Hayek as she’s able to exert a little control. Jessica coming forward, but no longer at the hurtle: she’s walking in now, dukes up, trying to hop the last few feet and catch Salma napping. Not working: Hayek walking Jessica in, crouching to receive Simpsy’s pounce, then digging hard right hands to belly/hooking left hands to jug as Jessica is repulsed. Blonde staggering slightly as she’s walked in, countered, pushed back out--Hayek very sturdy, scoring heavily, but precisely--really placing her shots into Jessica. Late the round, Hayek coming forward on shopworn, covered-up Jess: Salma able to lean on left (front) foot, get heartbreaking leverage on a hook un under Jessi’s right elbow. Blonde gasps, shivers, knees bend: she’s hurt at the bell from a single jolting liver-lick.

R6: Hayek’s eyes dancing--she’s exhausted, but smells body-hurt: it’s reinvigorating brunette. Salma coming forward now--always and everywhere: Simpson in groggy, sulking retreat, trying to keep her hands up. Hayek deliberately shooting in on her foe’s waist and tackling her to canvas--rough take downs, then plugging body-blows while lying atop helpless Jessica steadily wearing blonde down. Standing up--Hayek able to reach in and hook Jess to the body--really reefing at that chassis as Jessi leans forward hurt behind her mitts: down the stretch, it all adds up. Simpsy tilts forward--Hayek parks her umpteenth exquisite gancha hook behind Jessi’s right elbow: Mexican girls have been beating pretty Texas blonde girls with that punch for decades.. DOWN GOES SIMPSY! Jessica easing herself ro canvas, shuddering on all fours, crying--bell sounds--veteran Krusher Korner staff rush out to help Jessica up, in flagrant disregard for the rules.

R7: Hayek on Simpson--all round long. Steady, strong pursuit: Hayek walking Jessica down, pouncing at her with lead hooks body and head: Jolting her short right hands upstairs, then looking to hook the midsection tic-toc. Simpsy stumbling, reeling, weeping--absorbing terrible thump here, unable to punch back. Final minute, Simpsy butt-in-ropes, Simpsy tilted torso-forward, face-in-gloves: Simpsy just squaring away and working her hooks to trembling blonde flank. Moist-n’-beefy--leather beats at meat, tucking into trembling blonde: JESSICA GOES DOWN! Simpsy cringing in slow-mo to canvas, blubbering pathetically--ref pushes Hayek back as Salma’s lingering too close, enjoying blonde collapse too much.

R8: Jessica firms, Hayek wilts: Salma visibly aging in-ring as torrid pace catches up with her. Weary, but steady trade midring goes Jessica’s way--just simple straight-thrusting criss cross from both beauties--each bumping away mindlessly to rack: sullen contact seems to galvanize Simpsy while draining Hayek. Salma stepping away with a frown, breathing hard: Simpsy hops at her from outside Hayek’s left shoulder, lands a fat, wide left hand PLOP in Hayek’s tummy, buckling brunette, driving her ropeside, Exhausted Hayek doubled over, earmuffs up: SALMA GIVES UP HER BACK TO JESS! Simpsy workmanlike as she pushes Hayek sideways to ropes; establishes control with the left forearm against Hayek’s upper back; digs repeated, chugging right hands into Hayek’s presented left flank, Salma shuddering, legs quaking--she’s just soaking it up to bell and beyond--ref has to physically pull Jessica off to make her stop punching.

R9: Sturdy stuff midring--box vixens flat footed, teeth bared chins up, fists thrusting out straight left/rights--gloves bounce off gloves, jug, face in churning fashion: advantage Simpson. Hayek slowly driven backward, breaking down in the face of Jessica’s relentless enthusiasm: every step forward seems to breathe fresh life into Jessica’s game. Hayek hit’s the ropes, immediately covers up face-in-gloves: wince-making sight to see an all-time brunette great just stop competing like this.

Jessica goes to town.

Simpsy squirming, reaching under Salma’s arms, stacking her upright, going to jugs. Squirm, reach, stack, mug. Again, and again, and again. Hayek making worn little glugging noises--dark eyelashes fluttering, lips parting: she keeps her hard together only so long as Jessica allows it--the blonde is in and wriggling it all asunder. Simpsy fighting at a plodding, plugging pace--she’s all but spent herself, but finding the energy to work--energy Salma might have found 120n years ago. OH, there’s a low blow--Simpsy driving in with her right hand, left hand riding gently against Salma’s back as brunette pitches forward: blonde standing upright, Hayek crouching against her--Jessica shoves away extra right hands to jug underneath--scouring. Hayek loosening terribly, no longer defending herself, getting stacked, rag dolled, abused--Mexican jugs go on sale, and Jessi helps herself with a shoving, chugging pulse of lefts and rights. THE REF STEPS IN! Li’l Jessica pushing and bumping slumping Latina rack--Salma out on her feet, black hair smeared in her eyes, lips parted in quit: TKO9 Jessica Simpson.

After “MY JUGS STOPPED HER JUGS!” Exhausted Simpsy bleats as she’s feted and petted by her corner. Poor Salma! Hayek collapsing in her corner, shuddering with tears--well ahead on points, Salma used herself up in search of the KO, opening the door for Jessica’s own finishing run, SIMPSON WANTS MORE! Glassy-eyed Hayek sees Jess stomping in--Latina reaches up from her stool to push encroaching tummy and chest off: Jessica forcing herself in pulling at Hayek’s hair, muscling her to her feet. Standing, staggering--girls stumble into ropes--Jessica pulling and fretting at Salma, trying to secure her--Hayek whimpering, pushing, twisting her head side to side, refusing to comply bwith Krusher wishes.

Hayek turns chest-first to ropes, teary-eyed--she grabs up the top strand in both arms, holding fast. Jessica working at her from behind--securing gut-wrench and reefing, then wrapping up Salma’s head, trying to peel Hayek off ropes, Simpsy petulant, working hard to pry her girl away, backside all a-jiggle as she tries one thing, then another, Tiring of it--Simpsy ties up around Salma’s head, laying in close belly-to-back on Hayek,, then goes at Salma’s lush torso with slapping thigh lifts. Blonde hopping up into the blows--inner portion of her quads clapping into Hayek’s back and flanks--then more reefing as Jessica goes to a pummel-and-pull strategy. Hayek gasping, inevitably loosening--she whines when she’s finally dislodged, pulled back and turned face-front into her foe’s pitiless breasts.

Jessica folding Salma easily into the reverse sleeper--left arm snug behind Salma’s neck, left hand cupping blonde right bicep, right hand palming damp brunette head. Jessica smiling in deep satisfaction--gently rocking Salma, then easing her back to ropes. Blonde stepping-with as Hayek slides into her corner--Jess keeping the weight on, keeping the cinch tight. Poor Salma’s hands press damp against Jessica’s hips, or pull at her biceps--but there’s no escape. Simpsy just leans in, lets her jugs do the hard woman’s work of reducing Hayek to rubble. Finally, Salma’s curvy legs give way--her body quits into Jessica’s: Simpson releases with a flourish, allowing Hayek to wilt face-first to canvas.

Reposted by Archer 12/22/12.