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2 January 2015 Amanda Seyfried vs Kendra Wilkinson

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MISTRESS OF THE BODY SADDLE NIGHT # 1

JUGS OF MASS DESTRUCTION BOUT

Posted by OddManOut on January 2, 2015, 7:45 am

Before: Seyfried making a point, or two, in the weeks leading up to the fight; being photoed in low-cut, gowns and bulging crop tops, sending the message that her rack isn't to be taken lightly – quite the opposite! “Everyone knows Kendra got where she is riding the 'silicone wave' while I'm all natural, baby! Those gel filled bags aren't really made for JMD where 'natural' is more than a choice, it's a lifestyle. I'll give her a good, up-close, look at what Mother Nature intended after the fight.”

Kendra: “Anytime a girl finds herself coming up short against me, she has to make fun of the girls,” giving the bumpers a shimmy, “ ‘cause she knows they’re just a taste of what’s coming. Amanda thinks she’s been here before, she thinks she knows what’s coming. But this is JMD baby! She has no clue where the K-Dub train is going to take her!”

Navy blue bikini with ruffled bottoms for Amanda, black gloves. Kendra in red bikini, red gloves. Both blondes with their hair in ponytails.

R1: Kendra jumps at Amanda with both gloves shooting into Seyfried’s cleavage, shunting her sideways before crashing in with the “Welcome to JMD” shoulder block. Pell-mell slugging from there as both girls compete for initiative. Wild, reckless action - li'l battlers with teeth bared, eyes a-blazing, knocking each other about tit-for-tat. Midway through, a crashing right turns Amanda's chin, leaving her wobbly-butt, stumbling in fence-post holes. Seyfried has to cover up earmuff and take her licking. Kendra treating herself with big fat swinging right/lefts off the hips - Playmate's posterior swishing to one side when launching, jugs sloshing to the other side when either hand slams to a halt on Amanda. Seyfried plucky, but badly frazzled and stumbling around from the beating. Kendra works up a sweat, pounds away to glory, grabbing the ropes and forcing their breasts together at the bell, sending Amanda to her corner in tears.

R2: Kendra bats her gloves together, looking for the finishing run, but Amanda won't be bullied! She jabs midring on approach, punching back Kendra’s face as the Playmate’s stamping forward to throw to jug. Blondes trade lusty close-in hooks, then scooping rights to breadbasket, denying each other forward progress as they both stagger sideways with the wind knocked out of them. Girls form Cauldron - left arms looping around heads while right hands pump underneath. Surprise, surprise: Seyfried’s able to back Wilkinson up in these exchanges, even forcing her opponent to break the Cauldron and issue the fight’s first clinches when Kendra's buns touch the ropes! Amanda fearless, chest forward like a real JMDer as she's whirling punches. Playmate ends the round entirely on the defensive against reckless rookie aggression.

R3: Kendra stepping in crab-like with arms crossed then unleashing swinging right hands to Amanda's rack and upside her head. Seyfried spellbound, eating gobsmackers, wandering away, trying to marshal her forces. Wilkinson bouncing after Amanda, bringing the hurt in that crowd-pleasing way of hers: looping right hands telegraphed, but hurled with 100% Mansion-style commitment. Seyfried able to duck-and-cover, taking some of the wallop off, but she's still getting clobbered about the ring: takes her two minutes to form sturdy peek-a-boo, stand her ground, and start to knock back short uppercuts at her tormentress. Bell: Kendra lands a fat, whacking insurnace right/left off Amanda's rack. Playmate all grins, blowing the smoke off her mitts like they’re on fire.

R4: Amanda gets a rolling start out of her corner, collides and ties up with Kendra at point-blank range. Tummy to tummy brutality - girls threading left arms under opposing rights; left shoulders bullying offending tits while right hands shove to straining bellies. Grunting, whining, stumbling stuff - girls holding and hitting, but this is JMD: as long as they’re working, the ref lets it go. Fight tumbles along ropes with vixens trading top position - neither girl willing to pull out in 3 exhausting minutes of close-in brawling. Buttocks quivering up and down as they struggle for position, then jiggling side-to-side as their legs tangle and send the intertwined battlers spinning to canvas. Gloves uselessly slapping at backs & butts as the rolling girls continue to trade the top position, just on the horizontal plane until the ref pulls them up, than they’re right back into the wrap. Bell: ref forced to disentangle jiggly sluggers, Seyfried on top, chin on Wilkinson’s shoulder, eyes closed, ecstatic at every little “woof” against her skin, just mindlessly slopping it to Playmate out of the wrap.

R5: Flat-footed beauties striding into overhands right hands to left breasts. Furious spanking trade through 2 minutes - curvy little blondes standing in toe-to-toe, slamming haymakers into skulls, ribs & racks. Pace abates after two minutes, girls lay in mouth on shoulder to begin lapping offending paunches underneath. Straining, mean-spirited, muscular legwork as they try to force each other back, trading foot-stomps in close quarters. Kendra’s beefy curves the difference as she walks Amanda to ropes and outworks her to bell. Ref pushing girls apart...sleepy expressions, parted lips all around as these fighters are SPENT.

R6: Kendra on her feet before the bell, stomping out to rock Amanda with a left, then a right and another right in the opening minute. Seyfried hurt, retreating in disarray; hands at her hips. Amanda dropped thirty seconds in, struggles to all fours, then climbs the ropes to make it to her feet. Ref takes a long look, but waves Kendra in. Seyfreid trying to get her bearings, throwing out don’t-hurt-me jabs to try to keep the Playmate at arm’s length, but Wilkinson corners her and gets into that plush body, tearing open Amanda's defenses like a pitbull with a chew toy. Stacked up on the ropes, Kendra’s shoulder scrubbing her tits, fists pistoning into her belly, Seyfried’s head lolls back, exposing her throat, AND THAT’S ENOUGH FOR THE REF! TKO6 Kendra Wilkinson as she puts O&E out in front!

After: Kendra hurries to her corner, sheds her gloves and goes charging across the ring to “give the girls some quality time with Seyfried's face”. Amanda slumped groggy on her stool when Kendra arrives full speed, slamming into Cat Bell's butt as she's bent over Seyfried with smelling salts and sending the brunette trainer headfirst thru the ropes and onto Teri Hatcher who was climbing the steps with a cold compress. Both Bell and Hatcher land in a stunned, dazed, heap on the concrete.

Seyfried hair-hauled off her stool and jacked up in her corner, arms limp at her sides as Kendra reaches around to grab the turnbuckles in both hands and pulls herself up onto Seyfried's blank face. There's not much of a struggle put up by the petite blond who is still barely aware of where she is or what is happening. Kendra, realizing she's got a clear field, pulls and tugs at her top to free her weapons, then clamps down and molds herself to Amanda's features. Seyfried's body reacts to the oxygen deprivation, her hands lifting briefly before falling back down; her feet moving in a little shuffle before her legs give way and Wilkinson has all she can do to hold the little blond up. Finally, the referee slaps Kendra on the shoulder and warns her, “Enough!” She raises her arms and steps back, letting Seyfried's unconscious body slide down her front to the canvas. Then Kendra parades around with her top at half mast, giving everyone a good long look at her famous J's of MD.