WEEKEND PPV - JUGS OF MASS DESTRUCTION RULES

Posted by simguy on October 5, 2013, 10:08 am

BEFORE: "Everyone knows the path of least resistance to elite status at flyweight runs right through Mishy's jugs," Jessica snarks in prefight. "'Nessa's been there - hell, everyone's going there, and I'm going in too. We know Mish can't stop pressure up the middle, and she hasn't faced a total package like me before - my looks; my curvy power; my compete? This is gonna be total Mish annihilation!"

Michelle non-plussed at Jessica's enthusiasm, and well aware that Lowndes is trying to follow in 'Nessa's footsteps. "You know, people keep telling me - 'why you want to fight these kids JMD? A head's up slugfest is their only chance - why take the risk?'" Mishy says at podium. "Because I need to break one of these girls in a way that everyone can understand. I outbox this girl and everyone dismisses it because she's so green. I put her under JMD, and that means something. Because she's actually everything she says she is - she looks like a bigger stronger 'Nessa Hudgens, and I need to destroy that image once and for all. People think I've lost a little energy-intensity, a little savagery. They think I can't handle youth and aggression anymore. People are wrong. This kid's gonna pay."

MISH in zebra print bikini with twist tied top, snug hipster-fit bottoms; white gloves; pixie cut hair. JESS in black lace bra and boy-leg panties, and a purple twist-tie top with baby-doll sleeves over top; long black hair in sexy curls; black gloves.

During R1: GO! Girls bracing themselves strong midring, shoving righty at offending racks. Simultaneous pounding connects evolves to tit-for-tat - both women just leaning in to take flush while dishing tuff. Crowd pleasing destruction - gloves just pancaking jugs, setting them a-jostle and MISHY'S LEGS GIVE WAY! Williams suddenly watery-eyed, knees buckling as she staggers to her right! Jessica lunging in with a swinging left - grazing blonde brows, then blasting jug a swinging overhand right, turning Mish 90 degrees to her right, sending her howling face-first to ropes. Lowndes grinning, rushing in...she pounds happily at rounded backside and hip until Mishy can right herself - blonde girl in cowering earmuff, sagging in ropes as LOWNDES POUNDS MOUNDS! Jessica all-in, chugging away hup-hup-hup at tummy until Michelle's front sags, then it's into rack - little brunette just cramming up-and-in, pumping left/rights from close range. POOR MISHY! Pixie-cut blonde head lolling as Michelle slumps in ropes, jugs going on sale and the TOP KNOT GIVES WAY! Jubblies tumble out, then jump about as the fists keep clubbing - Jessica grinning maniacally, lock of black hair across flashing violet eyes and THE REF STEPS IN! WHAT? KO1 JESSICA LOWNDES!

AFTER: Chaos. Ref moving in to shelter blonde from braying brunette. Mishy blubbering "Are my jubblies out? Are my...my jubblies..." while fumbling with her gloves at the treacherous scraps of her top. Lowndes bounding around the ring, her own jugs a-jumping, eyes wide, hair wild. Ringside, a distraught 'Nessa Hudgens screams "NO MISH, NO! DAMMIT!" while standing, throwing her program down in disgust. Lowndes hears Vanessa's distress, comes over to ropes to shout taunts: "Now I'M conqueror of Mish!" Delighting in the sight of enraged Hudgens being captured by security en route to ring. It's all happening at the zoo.

Eventually ring clears, Mishy's top is sorted and re-tied...grinning Jessi Lowndes struts over to make deep, dancing eye contact before slapping Michelle into a tight left-arm side headlock. Williams' face distorted by the wrap; her right cheek pressed deep against Jessi's full left pec; her left cheek bearing the brunt of Jessi's s-gripped fists; her eyes shut tight, teeth bared in discomfort. Lowndes yanks Mishy out for a full promenade of the ring - all four corners; ostentatious old-school pump-cinches of the hold, just letting Mish getting acquainted with the heft and quality of jug, allowing her to dream the worst.

Back in Lowndes' corner, brunette eases her blonde onto turnbuckles, pushing Mishy's face to get her settled in, then RAMMING the right thigh up and across, sinking it in thick to gut. Mishy pitches forward "UH-H!" as Jessi gathers her in, braying "Just lettin' the air out!" to a roaring crowd.

Jug-smother.

Jess folding Mish in like a champ - brawny left arm round back of the pixie-cut head; left hand clutching right bicep; right hand palming scalp - Jessi's left cheek bracing the head to hold Mish in there SNUG! Lowndes pushing weight forward, keeping Mishy's rump on turnbuckles...brunette grinning huge, loving it as Michelle's hands palm oppressive Lowndes hips, or push at firm brunette thighs.

Jess just like a dog with a bone. At one point, when the ref checks the seal - Jessica snaps at him with her teeth, turning to keep her possession to herself. "She's out, Jess," ref mumbles.
"Not out enough," Jessica snarls, then cinches up.

Eventually, Mishy's legs fail. Lowndes rides her down - easing her to knees, twisting her, laying her on her back. Quick adjustment from Jessica as she wraps both arms under Mishy's head, brunette hands grabbing her own shoulders in a criss-cross wrap. Jess goes up on her toes, her chin atop Mishy's head, right cheek on canvas; rump high, wild black hair strewn over that left cheek, violet eyes dancing with fierce pride. She's really pouring it to Michelle hear, cramming in the jug, bringing maximum weight to bear.

Pretty to watch Jess turn her head side to side as she micro-adjusts, giving both sides of the ring a look at her happy, hard-working face. Mishy just pixie-cut deadweight beneath Jessica now, taking jug.

Finally, Jess sits back onto conquered blonde stomach, hands at knees, gazing down in triumph at poor Michelle. Mishy: hands out wide to the side, knuckles down, face all plastered and clammy, pink and damp, lips parted, eyes closed. Lowndes pushes herself up off Mishy's chest, steps away, kicks her feet back to bury Mish with imaginary soil, then struts to delirious cheers.