Post by Lookout! Boxing on Feb 28, 2020 19:41:49 GMT -6
Samara Weaving
vs Alice Eve
Before: New stable, new weight class, new Fed, Samara a blank slate at the presser. Tractorpull dismissive, claims she’ll be in the bar. “It won’t be the first time she gets scooped. It’s too bad she can’t see past her prejudices. Tahnee, Claire, Demi, Courtney, Olivia…has she ever seen OddMan bring a fighter on who wasn’t ready to point at the belts? This isn’t a developmental stake-out, for either of us, this is a FIGHT!”
Alice not impressed with what she sees, “A jumped-up flyweight? I’ll set her down in the ropes, then show her what it means to REALLY get hit! I just hope she tries to trade with me, that’ll make this a short night!”
Alice in a white single-strap bikini, white gloves, chin-length hair loose. Mismatched black triangle top, purple pattern bottoms for Samara, black gloves, shoulder-length hair loose
R1: Alice rocketing across the ring, tackling Samara into her corner, shoulderbutting, driving in with her legs, then with the opponent pinned, slugging brutally to the trunkline and belly as blonde goes bug eyed. Weaving mauled in a savage first minute welcome, but starts to answer back by the midway point. Shoulder to shoulder, Eva on slugging autopilot, just carpet bombing indiscriminately—Samara tightening up with her elbows in, countering slick off the block, manages to back her Brit to mid ring in toe to toe action that sees her bite into the blonde’s face and jugs with clean little lefts and rights inside. Judges impressed by Alice’s early power as she gets her wish early.
R2 Samara embarrassed at having had her butt pushed into her corner, comes out angry and once again stands right in front of Alice, trading in furious exchanges. Girls just RIPPING into each other, cheek to cheek, banging belly, then hooking jaw, and it’s Weaving getting the better of the smash-mouth—shouldering and nudging her girl into the corner by the end of the first minute. Any fight plan Samara had is abandoned, she puts her feet wide and digs in to trade—crowd roaring as Aussie gets her head under Alice’s chin, pushing and shoving on the shoulders and chest of the girl to get her Brit straightened up, then digging away at the taut gut with both fists. Eve’s counters “drifting” low on occasion, Weaving answering back with swift justice as both fighters warned for cheapness this round.
R3: Samara roaring across the canvas again, Alice bouncing off adjacent ropes, spinning her blonde, then darting in with a bang-bang left-right on the ear and WEAVING IS HURT! Samara staggering wide eyed into Alice's turnbuckles - Brit letting her hands go lands half a dozen scalding blows to the breasts and face, and SAMARA GOES DOWN! Weaving drifting to her knees in a daze, gets quickly to her feet, bitterly disappointed in herself. Eve backing off, letting Weaving wander forward, then placing exquisite right hands: jaw, belly, jaw, belly. Samara stumbling, rocked, gutting it out. Shutout Alice E - she slaps a healthy chunk of Aussie buttock as the blonde wobbles back to her corner after 3.
R4: Samara surging in, wanting to show the knockdown was a fluke, but Alice isn’t cooperating. Eve with her back to the ropes, hands up high, she's blocking Weaving's wide swings up top, countering with chopping little counters and as the girls trade hooks, the rookie’s legs give a shimmy. Alice finally able to come forward with authority, beats her girl across the ring with tough hooks in the tummy, right hands on the teeth. Samara shaken up, but SHE gets hard at the ropes, slugging away from her hips, lusty left-right action to the breadbasket to back Eve up. Hammer and tongs, two way brawling – both women just standing in and trading with the other blonde. Weaving methodically beating Alice to short punches at point blank range in the final minute. Round ends with both girls swapping leather midring as the ref has to take a hand.
R5 Alice boxing efficiently, but gets lazy along the ropes, slipping punches with ease, making Samara look amateurish. Weaving winging and reloading - hard right hand on the ear shakes Eve up at the 2 minute mark, sends her skittering to her right in shock. Alice hits the corner in a fog - Samara unleashes as the clock winds down. Brawny beat down - Weaving palming the shoulder back, then wailing away, helping herself to belly breasts and chin as Eve wilts. Alice shipping hard, clean blows, sagging into the ropes to absorb it - crowd roaring in approval at the sustained drubbing. Final moments, Eve's legs give way - she swoons to all fours, mouth open, belly heaving - Weaving won't step back as the ref takes a hand, delay may come back to haunt her as bell saves Alice.
R6: Samara looking to finish, wades into a whalloping wide right hand on the jaw - Aussie staggers, then holds her ground, dipping side to side to pull haymakers into her foe's arms and flanks as Alice grits her teeth. Toe to toe mayhem - Eve's best work being done with short right uppercuts timed inside Weaving's wide rights. Samara pounding the body with berserker rage, hips and trunks fair game as blondes unleash with mindless fury; pitching and catching and ALICE'S HURT! Eve cramping up, face pinched - she's not throwing - Weaving swarming her, belting her flanks and ears with clubbing blows as the challenger leans forward and ALICE GOES DOWN! Eve on all fours, spits out her mouthpiece and it's OVER! KO6 as Samara makes a statement debut!
After: Rip-roaring debut as Alice puts Samara through the ringer, but comes off second-best. AND SAMARA WANTS MORE! Pushing her way past Lookout corner crew to help Eve to her feet by her shoulders, stacking her upright in the corner as Brit’s sniveling in protest, then driving a brutal shoulder block deep to the abdomen, bunching her up with a sob, leaving her breathless. Wonderfully efficient maneuver, gloating, bully’s grin as she cinches up the smother: left arm snaked strong behind Alice’s head; left hand cupping the right bicep; right hand gripping damp locks atop to hold her snug.
Some side to side jerking and shaking, Samara wanting to cinch those jugs in tight--poor Alice stumbling around in the grasp, hands pushing at thighs or tummy, or encircling Weaving’s waist in a light loop. On and on and on, Samara backing herself into convenient turnbuckle for balance as she gives Alice more jug than she can handle. Finally, Weaving releases with a flourish Eve melts away to canvas, sprawling on her back in deep slumber, face all clammy and moist from the soft press of Samara’s cupcakes. Weaving steps across the pile of blonde, struts away every inch the victrix.
vs Alice Eve
Before: New stable, new weight class, new Fed, Samara a blank slate at the presser. Tractorpull dismissive, claims she’ll be in the bar. “It won’t be the first time she gets scooped. It’s too bad she can’t see past her prejudices. Tahnee, Claire, Demi, Courtney, Olivia…has she ever seen OddMan bring a fighter on who wasn’t ready to point at the belts? This isn’t a developmental stake-out, for either of us, this is a FIGHT!”
Alice not impressed with what she sees, “A jumped-up flyweight? I’ll set her down in the ropes, then show her what it means to REALLY get hit! I just hope she tries to trade with me, that’ll make this a short night!”
Alice in a white single-strap bikini, white gloves, chin-length hair loose. Mismatched black triangle top, purple pattern bottoms for Samara, black gloves, shoulder-length hair loose
R1: Alice rocketing across the ring, tackling Samara into her corner, shoulderbutting, driving in with her legs, then with the opponent pinned, slugging brutally to the trunkline and belly as blonde goes bug eyed. Weaving mauled in a savage first minute welcome, but starts to answer back by the midway point. Shoulder to shoulder, Eva on slugging autopilot, just carpet bombing indiscriminately—Samara tightening up with her elbows in, countering slick off the block, manages to back her Brit to mid ring in toe to toe action that sees her bite into the blonde’s face and jugs with clean little lefts and rights inside. Judges impressed by Alice’s early power as she gets her wish early.
R2 Samara embarrassed at having had her butt pushed into her corner, comes out angry and once again stands right in front of Alice, trading in furious exchanges. Girls just RIPPING into each other, cheek to cheek, banging belly, then hooking jaw, and it’s Weaving getting the better of the smash-mouth—shouldering and nudging her girl into the corner by the end of the first minute. Any fight plan Samara had is abandoned, she puts her feet wide and digs in to trade—crowd roaring as Aussie gets her head under Alice’s chin, pushing and shoving on the shoulders and chest of the girl to get her Brit straightened up, then digging away at the taut gut with both fists. Eve’s counters “drifting” low on occasion, Weaving answering back with swift justice as both fighters warned for cheapness this round.
R3: Samara roaring across the canvas again, Alice bouncing off adjacent ropes, spinning her blonde, then darting in with a bang-bang left-right on the ear and WEAVING IS HURT! Samara staggering wide eyed into Alice's turnbuckles - Brit letting her hands go lands half a dozen scalding blows to the breasts and face, and SAMARA GOES DOWN! Weaving drifting to her knees in a daze, gets quickly to her feet, bitterly disappointed in herself. Eve backing off, letting Weaving wander forward, then placing exquisite right hands: jaw, belly, jaw, belly. Samara stumbling, rocked, gutting it out. Shutout Alice E - she slaps a healthy chunk of Aussie buttock as the blonde wobbles back to her corner after 3.
R4: Samara surging in, wanting to show the knockdown was a fluke, but Alice isn’t cooperating. Eve with her back to the ropes, hands up high, she's blocking Weaving's wide swings up top, countering with chopping little counters and as the girls trade hooks, the rookie’s legs give a shimmy. Alice finally able to come forward with authority, beats her girl across the ring with tough hooks in the tummy, right hands on the teeth. Samara shaken up, but SHE gets hard at the ropes, slugging away from her hips, lusty left-right action to the breadbasket to back Eve up. Hammer and tongs, two way brawling – both women just standing in and trading with the other blonde. Weaving methodically beating Alice to short punches at point blank range in the final minute. Round ends with both girls swapping leather midring as the ref has to take a hand.
R5 Alice boxing efficiently, but gets lazy along the ropes, slipping punches with ease, making Samara look amateurish. Weaving winging and reloading - hard right hand on the ear shakes Eve up at the 2 minute mark, sends her skittering to her right in shock. Alice hits the corner in a fog - Samara unleashes as the clock winds down. Brawny beat down - Weaving palming the shoulder back, then wailing away, helping herself to belly breasts and chin as Eve wilts. Alice shipping hard, clean blows, sagging into the ropes to absorb it - crowd roaring in approval at the sustained drubbing. Final moments, Eve's legs give way - she swoons to all fours, mouth open, belly heaving - Weaving won't step back as the ref takes a hand, delay may come back to haunt her as bell saves Alice.
R6: Samara looking to finish, wades into a whalloping wide right hand on the jaw - Aussie staggers, then holds her ground, dipping side to side to pull haymakers into her foe's arms and flanks as Alice grits her teeth. Toe to toe mayhem - Eve's best work being done with short right uppercuts timed inside Weaving's wide rights. Samara pounding the body with berserker rage, hips and trunks fair game as blondes unleash with mindless fury; pitching and catching and ALICE'S HURT! Eve cramping up, face pinched - she's not throwing - Weaving swarming her, belting her flanks and ears with clubbing blows as the challenger leans forward and ALICE GOES DOWN! Eve on all fours, spits out her mouthpiece and it's OVER! KO6 as Samara makes a statement debut!
After: Rip-roaring debut as Alice puts Samara through the ringer, but comes off second-best. AND SAMARA WANTS MORE! Pushing her way past Lookout corner crew to help Eve to her feet by her shoulders, stacking her upright in the corner as Brit’s sniveling in protest, then driving a brutal shoulder block deep to the abdomen, bunching her up with a sob, leaving her breathless. Wonderfully efficient maneuver, gloating, bully’s grin as she cinches up the smother: left arm snaked strong behind Alice’s head; left hand cupping the right bicep; right hand gripping damp locks atop to hold her snug.
Some side to side jerking and shaking, Samara wanting to cinch those jugs in tight--poor Alice stumbling around in the grasp, hands pushing at thighs or tummy, or encircling Weaving’s waist in a light loop. On and on and on, Samara backing herself into convenient turnbuckle for balance as she gives Alice more jug than she can handle. Finally, Weaving releases with a flourish Eve melts away to canvas, sprawling on her back in deep slumber, face all clammy and moist from the soft press of Samara’s cupcakes. Weaving steps across the pile of blonde, struts away every inch the victrix.
