Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jan 27, 2023 21:31:52 GMT -6
Dove Cameron vs. Ana de Armas.
(Hawkeye International vs. League of Mighty Women)
(Dove: 27 yo, 5’2”, 22-18 with 22 KOs vs. Ana: 24 yo, 5’6”, 14-5, with 14 KOs)
Results: Lookout; Story: Hawkeye
DOVE CAMERON
ANA DE ARMAS
BEFORE:
With the recent Naomi Scott experience of former champion going into freefall, the Consortium is hoping Dove isn’t following suit. After surrendering her title to upstart Brec Bassinger, the Comeback Kid failed to find one in getting beat down by Avril Lavigne. She isn’t stepping down in class with tonight’s opponent and there’s a tense atmosphere with Dove’s career having been transformed from hope to expectation.
“Yeah. I can sense there’s a lot of people worried in house, but I’m not. I’m no fluke. I didn’t take some special potion that’s worn off. I learned from Mishy. I have the fire. I’m not going anywhere. It’s Ana that is. She’s hitting the canvas, multiple times if she doesn’t have the common sense to stay down. The Consortium is results-driven and they’re going to get the result they want tonight.”
On the other side, the combustible Cuban is pumped to keep Dove on her downturn. After a spectacular 2020 and a disastrous 2021, 2022 saw her reclaim her stride with the League and she’s ready to continue after a particularly impressive win over a previously scorching Lily Collins, de Armas thumping her foe in six.
“I’m in her head,” Ana assures. “And I should be. She caught lightning in a bottle, but the thunder is coming now. De Armas raises her fists. “Dove knows my ceiling is so much higher than hers and I get to confirm it. Tonight, I get to grab a brighter spotlight in the most open division in the FCBA and put gold around my waist before the end of the year.”
Dove heads to the ring in the Consortium’s colors, the sparkling blue-eyed, raven-haired pugilist in a yellow-gold sports bra and tight spandex boy-cuts with black trim. The gloves and boots are black and she sports a battle braid topside.
Ava is wearing a red sports bra with black trim, matching trunks, black gloves and shoes, dark hair tied in double Dutch braids.
In the middle of the ring for instructions, de Armas has the height and length of limb on Dove. Both women are stern and focused, each seemingly realizing this is a big one and could be a driver on where their year goes.
R1: At the bell, there’s no hesitation from either party. The women touch gloves respectfully in the center and it’s on, neither particularly interested in playing patty-cake or dancing around the confines to feel each other out. These jabs have some malice behind them and Ana’s having the best of it with her additional reach. de Armas delivers a steady drumbeat of pokes to Cameron’s features while Dove tries to push through and get in range for hers. It’s a curious strategy and it’s not working. Ana’s accumulating with little effectiveness in return from the reaching but missing Dove. The Cuban’s getting comfortable quickly and gouges into Dove’s rack with some follow-up right crosses, Cameron grimacing from the abuse to her chest. Ana’s defenses are flawless early. She’s batting away any return fire with ease from a flustered Dove and keeping Cameron on her heels, ripping away to the body, the body, the body, before returning to reminder jabs to the nose. Late, Dove gets on the move to break the rhythm and finds some de Armas tummy, but it’s only enough to avoid a shutout first, Ana taking the round wide.
R2: The Consortium corner, namely Mishy, encourages Cameron to use her wheels from the start in stanza number two and the change in targeting slows Ana’s roll. Dove wheels around de Armas, floating clockwise as she peppers her longer-limbed adversary. Cameron’s not hurting Ana with these pik-pek lefts, but she’s finding a tempo while keeping de Armas guessing. Dove’s ducking and twisting tango has Ana choosing her shots more carefully and missing when she takes them. Dove’s adding some counterattack rights to the mix when de Armas steps to her and has Ana on the back foot more often than not. In the episodes where Cameron’s footwork slows and the women engage, Ana finds success, mostly keeping Dove’s gurls jumping within their yellow-gold spandex, but Dove’s feistier in the exchanges, alternating spirited body shots with the brunette. It’s enough to maintain a close lead throughout and take the second.
R3: Cameron seems eager to increase the stakes, incorporating the steady movement but pushing more chips when she finds an opening for an initial jab. Again, Ana’s having trouble finding the range on the dancing Dove and when Cameron measures her foe’s chin with a left jab, she shadows it with a banger of a right that pops Ana’s head back and stops the Cuban in her tracks. Dove outflanks the startled Ana and drives a sizzling combination to each sculptured cheek of the Cuban. de Armas is staggering! And Dove is on her. Forgoing the wheel action, Cameron is stepping to her girl now with Ana trying to recover. Recouping her cool isn’t going well for de Armas as she’s getting pounded by Cameron. Left-right-left. Dove’s feeling it. She loads for a head-spinner of a right and is beat to the punch by a counter left uppercut that crunches Dove’s chin. It’s Cameron’s turn to walk the fencepost holes and de Armas switches instantly to predator mode, taking advantage of a dazed Dove’s leaky defenses. Ana bullies Dove to the ropes and digs cruel shots to pale midriff from in close, Dove gurgling breathlessly to the bell. It’s a completely different tight victory for Dove. She dominated early and middle enough to scrape together a win, but it certainly appears pyrrhic as a doubled Dove shuffles to her corner.
R4: An achy Cameron is out of her corner sluggishly and Ana smells blood. She strides directly to her target, reaching Dove a few steps from the Consortium corner. Mishy shouts at her protégé to take cover from the impending storm, if in fewer words, but Cameron isn’t ready for the Cuban hurricane about to hit shore. Ana skips the formalities of a jab, tossing loose leather from Jump Street and she’s finding purchase over Dove’s shaky defense. Cameron’s getting battered. Dove tries to slide out of range and regain her bearings, but de Armas won’t have it. She keeps the pressure high. After taking a couple well-placed ‘stay away’ stinging jabs to her nose from Cameron, a determined Ana envelops Dove with her fists, taking Cameron’s modest jugg and bruising the raven-haired fighter’s features with sweeping, head-snapping salvos, a particularly nasty right of which UNHINGES DOVE’S QUAKING LEGS AND CAMERON IS DOWN! Dove is on her backside, kept from being sprawled by the stands behind her. She sits in a glassy-eyed daze as Ana heads to a neutral. The official picks his count back up at ‘FOUR’. Cameron turns the little attention she can muster to the man, eyes still cloudy, but at ‘SEVEN’ she starts to rise with the help of the ropes and is vertical at ‘EIGHT’, shoving her gloves up to show she’s able to defend herself. Ana tests that theory as soon as the ref bids the match onward, charging forward. Dove staggers to the Consortium corner and turtles into a defensive shell, forearms in front of her wobbling braincase. Ana takes ribs and rack in copious quantities, the angle of the ropes keeping a groaning Cameron’s rubbery lower limbs beneath her until a saving bell brings the carnage to an end, Ana taking the fourth very wide with a knockdown.
R5: Between rounds can’t be long enough for a damaged Dove and a huffing Ana is ready to get back to work on her girl. The fiery Cuban reaches Cameron barely off her stool and lays into her again. The brief hiatus in hostilities apparently allows Dove to collect her wits enough to place a sterner defense between de Armas and her goal to leave Dove on her back. But the sheer quantity of Ana’s fire is daunting and dramatic. Cameron can’t possibly catch it all and she’s buffeted from torso to temple. Frustrated at Dove’s survival, Ana clinches with the wobbling Dove and pulls her out of the corner, tugging her adversary out into the deep water of center stage. Ana uses the space to inflict on poor Dove, bending Cameron at the waist with a gutting blow then snapping her head back with a nasty uppercut that has the crowd ‘ooohing’ in sympathy pains. Dove keeps her feet beneath her as she stumbles in retreat. She’s weathering the assault and when Ana approaches again, forgetting any defensive posture after minutes of dominance, she’s tagged by a combo coming in, forcing de Armas to take a step back. Cameron bounces off the cables and engages, popping some jabs to consolidate a tiny beachhead at the bell, but it’s still Ana wide and the Cuban appears far the fresher as the women move to their corners at the halfway point.
R6: Both women are out on time, Dove and de Armas meeting in the middle to a roaring, appreciative crowd. It’s time to take this home for the captivating Cuban and Ana throws caution to the wind from the outset. She unloads with a sweeping left toward Dove’s right temple Cameron dodges. Dove sinks a retaliatory right to the ribs that disrupts the back end of a planned combo from Ava. The punch glances off a shoulder of the former flyweight champion and Cameron snaps off a left to the jaw whiplashing Ana’s head in violent fashion. de Armas sags into Dove, using Cameron to remain upright from the lightning bolt left. Dove plugs short stubby left and rights into her foe’s unprotected sides until the official peels the women apart. Cameron jumps the gun a half-second on the break, plowing another left into Ana’s flawless if bruised features. The legs of de Armas give a shimmy but keep her off the deck. Her arms turn leaden and fall to her sides, ringing the dinner bell for a ravenous Dove. The raven-haired fighter sets upon the nearly defenseless de Armas, laying the leather to Ana’s noggin with scary force and accuracy, beating her adversary to the ropes and piling on until Ana is seated on the middle cable. The crowd screams at the official to stop the mugging, but he doesn’t, instead stepping between but only so Ana’s not pushed between the strands from the ongoing onslaught. It hardly seems a favor when Dove returns to lighting up the barely defended face of the Cuban, Ana eating multiple courses of leather. But sheer force of will allows de Armas to survive the round and without a knockdown awarded. Nostrils flaring, baby blues like a laser on a gasping, shellshocked Ana, Dove “settles” for a shutout sixth.
R7: Taking the same tact as Ana when she held the momentum, Dove is after de Armas from the start. Ana’s on her horse for the first time in the contest, showing she’s in scramble mode to keep Cameron at bay. Dove pursues aggressively, cutting down space quickly and showing the form when she raced up the ladder after signing with HISC. She bears down on a reticent Ana, pushing through a few ‘don’t hurt me’ jabs. Dove thrusts lefts to Ana’s ample rack and, with defenses lowering to fend off that attack, Cameron unleashes the hounds topside. With Ana cringing, her protective arms weakly resisting, Dove slices through with straight right-left combos, de Armas going bobblehead. Cameron’s clinical and heartless. She’s waylaying by the second minute and Ana’s barely resisting. Before the ref can step in, a left to the ribs and a follow overhand right to the temple SENDS ANA CRASHING TO THE CANVAS ON A SHOULDER AND HIP. de Armas flops to her back, flat to the mat, staring blankly at the rafters as Cameron raises her hands triumphantly and heads to the furthest corner. Ana gazes glassily into the void, unaware of her circumstances through EIGHT…NINE…and TEN. YOUR WINNER KO7 DOVE CAMERON!
AFTER: Ana needs abundant assistance to reach her stool from her LMW team, and smelling salts on the menu, de Armas drowsily asking if she won once they do their job.
Dove in an ‘I told you so’ mood in the aftermath. She gives the vanquished a moment, but is quickly up on the brunette, ready to ‘tummy’ Ana. She pulls the Cuban to her feet and steps to the middle ropes, then gives de Armas a faceful, rubbing her glistening alabaster abs across her adversary’s tear-streaked face.
Ana pushes on Dove’s hips, but Cameron won’t be moved until she has Ana on the edge of unconsciousness, tummy-smothering her foe until de Armas’ legs show some give.
Dove dismounts and lets Ana puddle at her feet.
Cameron finds the nearest lens.
“Hey flyweights. If you think you were done with me, Ana’s got a newsflash for you…when she wakes up…you’re not.”
(Hawkeye International vs. League of Mighty Women)
(Dove: 27 yo, 5’2”, 22-18 with 22 KOs vs. Ana: 24 yo, 5’6”, 14-5, with 14 KOs)
Results: Lookout; Story: Hawkeye
DOVE CAMERON
ANA DE ARMAS
BEFORE:
With the recent Naomi Scott experience of former champion going into freefall, the Consortium is hoping Dove isn’t following suit. After surrendering her title to upstart Brec Bassinger, the Comeback Kid failed to find one in getting beat down by Avril Lavigne. She isn’t stepping down in class with tonight’s opponent and there’s a tense atmosphere with Dove’s career having been transformed from hope to expectation.
“Yeah. I can sense there’s a lot of people worried in house, but I’m not. I’m no fluke. I didn’t take some special potion that’s worn off. I learned from Mishy. I have the fire. I’m not going anywhere. It’s Ana that is. She’s hitting the canvas, multiple times if she doesn’t have the common sense to stay down. The Consortium is results-driven and they’re going to get the result they want tonight.”
On the other side, the combustible Cuban is pumped to keep Dove on her downturn. After a spectacular 2020 and a disastrous 2021, 2022 saw her reclaim her stride with the League and she’s ready to continue after a particularly impressive win over a previously scorching Lily Collins, de Armas thumping her foe in six.
“I’m in her head,” Ana assures. “And I should be. She caught lightning in a bottle, but the thunder is coming now. De Armas raises her fists. “Dove knows my ceiling is so much higher than hers and I get to confirm it. Tonight, I get to grab a brighter spotlight in the most open division in the FCBA and put gold around my waist before the end of the year.”
Dove heads to the ring in the Consortium’s colors, the sparkling blue-eyed, raven-haired pugilist in a yellow-gold sports bra and tight spandex boy-cuts with black trim. The gloves and boots are black and she sports a battle braid topside.
Ava is wearing a red sports bra with black trim, matching trunks, black gloves and shoes, dark hair tied in double Dutch braids.
In the middle of the ring for instructions, de Armas has the height and length of limb on Dove. Both women are stern and focused, each seemingly realizing this is a big one and could be a driver on where their year goes.
R1: At the bell, there’s no hesitation from either party. The women touch gloves respectfully in the center and it’s on, neither particularly interested in playing patty-cake or dancing around the confines to feel each other out. These jabs have some malice behind them and Ana’s having the best of it with her additional reach. de Armas delivers a steady drumbeat of pokes to Cameron’s features while Dove tries to push through and get in range for hers. It’s a curious strategy and it’s not working. Ana’s accumulating with little effectiveness in return from the reaching but missing Dove. The Cuban’s getting comfortable quickly and gouges into Dove’s rack with some follow-up right crosses, Cameron grimacing from the abuse to her chest. Ana’s defenses are flawless early. She’s batting away any return fire with ease from a flustered Dove and keeping Cameron on her heels, ripping away to the body, the body, the body, before returning to reminder jabs to the nose. Late, Dove gets on the move to break the rhythm and finds some de Armas tummy, but it’s only enough to avoid a shutout first, Ana taking the round wide.
R2: The Consortium corner, namely Mishy, encourages Cameron to use her wheels from the start in stanza number two and the change in targeting slows Ana’s roll. Dove wheels around de Armas, floating clockwise as she peppers her longer-limbed adversary. Cameron’s not hurting Ana with these pik-pek lefts, but she’s finding a tempo while keeping de Armas guessing. Dove’s ducking and twisting tango has Ana choosing her shots more carefully and missing when she takes them. Dove’s adding some counterattack rights to the mix when de Armas steps to her and has Ana on the back foot more often than not. In the episodes where Cameron’s footwork slows and the women engage, Ana finds success, mostly keeping Dove’s gurls jumping within their yellow-gold spandex, but Dove’s feistier in the exchanges, alternating spirited body shots with the brunette. It’s enough to maintain a close lead throughout and take the second.
R3: Cameron seems eager to increase the stakes, incorporating the steady movement but pushing more chips when she finds an opening for an initial jab. Again, Ana’s having trouble finding the range on the dancing Dove and when Cameron measures her foe’s chin with a left jab, she shadows it with a banger of a right that pops Ana’s head back and stops the Cuban in her tracks. Dove outflanks the startled Ana and drives a sizzling combination to each sculptured cheek of the Cuban. de Armas is staggering! And Dove is on her. Forgoing the wheel action, Cameron is stepping to her girl now with Ana trying to recover. Recouping her cool isn’t going well for de Armas as she’s getting pounded by Cameron. Left-right-left. Dove’s feeling it. She loads for a head-spinner of a right and is beat to the punch by a counter left uppercut that crunches Dove’s chin. It’s Cameron’s turn to walk the fencepost holes and de Armas switches instantly to predator mode, taking advantage of a dazed Dove’s leaky defenses. Ana bullies Dove to the ropes and digs cruel shots to pale midriff from in close, Dove gurgling breathlessly to the bell. It’s a completely different tight victory for Dove. She dominated early and middle enough to scrape together a win, but it certainly appears pyrrhic as a doubled Dove shuffles to her corner.
R4: An achy Cameron is out of her corner sluggishly and Ana smells blood. She strides directly to her target, reaching Dove a few steps from the Consortium corner. Mishy shouts at her protégé to take cover from the impending storm, if in fewer words, but Cameron isn’t ready for the Cuban hurricane about to hit shore. Ana skips the formalities of a jab, tossing loose leather from Jump Street and she’s finding purchase over Dove’s shaky defense. Cameron’s getting battered. Dove tries to slide out of range and regain her bearings, but de Armas won’t have it. She keeps the pressure high. After taking a couple well-placed ‘stay away’ stinging jabs to her nose from Cameron, a determined Ana envelops Dove with her fists, taking Cameron’s modest jugg and bruising the raven-haired fighter’s features with sweeping, head-snapping salvos, a particularly nasty right of which UNHINGES DOVE’S QUAKING LEGS AND CAMERON IS DOWN! Dove is on her backside, kept from being sprawled by the stands behind her. She sits in a glassy-eyed daze as Ana heads to a neutral. The official picks his count back up at ‘FOUR’. Cameron turns the little attention she can muster to the man, eyes still cloudy, but at ‘SEVEN’ she starts to rise with the help of the ropes and is vertical at ‘EIGHT’, shoving her gloves up to show she’s able to defend herself. Ana tests that theory as soon as the ref bids the match onward, charging forward. Dove staggers to the Consortium corner and turtles into a defensive shell, forearms in front of her wobbling braincase. Ana takes ribs and rack in copious quantities, the angle of the ropes keeping a groaning Cameron’s rubbery lower limbs beneath her until a saving bell brings the carnage to an end, Ana taking the fourth very wide with a knockdown.
R5: Between rounds can’t be long enough for a damaged Dove and a huffing Ana is ready to get back to work on her girl. The fiery Cuban reaches Cameron barely off her stool and lays into her again. The brief hiatus in hostilities apparently allows Dove to collect her wits enough to place a sterner defense between de Armas and her goal to leave Dove on her back. But the sheer quantity of Ana’s fire is daunting and dramatic. Cameron can’t possibly catch it all and she’s buffeted from torso to temple. Frustrated at Dove’s survival, Ana clinches with the wobbling Dove and pulls her out of the corner, tugging her adversary out into the deep water of center stage. Ana uses the space to inflict on poor Dove, bending Cameron at the waist with a gutting blow then snapping her head back with a nasty uppercut that has the crowd ‘ooohing’ in sympathy pains. Dove keeps her feet beneath her as she stumbles in retreat. She’s weathering the assault and when Ana approaches again, forgetting any defensive posture after minutes of dominance, she’s tagged by a combo coming in, forcing de Armas to take a step back. Cameron bounces off the cables and engages, popping some jabs to consolidate a tiny beachhead at the bell, but it’s still Ana wide and the Cuban appears far the fresher as the women move to their corners at the halfway point.
R6: Both women are out on time, Dove and de Armas meeting in the middle to a roaring, appreciative crowd. It’s time to take this home for the captivating Cuban and Ana throws caution to the wind from the outset. She unloads with a sweeping left toward Dove’s right temple Cameron dodges. Dove sinks a retaliatory right to the ribs that disrupts the back end of a planned combo from Ava. The punch glances off a shoulder of the former flyweight champion and Cameron snaps off a left to the jaw whiplashing Ana’s head in violent fashion. de Armas sags into Dove, using Cameron to remain upright from the lightning bolt left. Dove plugs short stubby left and rights into her foe’s unprotected sides until the official peels the women apart. Cameron jumps the gun a half-second on the break, plowing another left into Ana’s flawless if bruised features. The legs of de Armas give a shimmy but keep her off the deck. Her arms turn leaden and fall to her sides, ringing the dinner bell for a ravenous Dove. The raven-haired fighter sets upon the nearly defenseless de Armas, laying the leather to Ana’s noggin with scary force and accuracy, beating her adversary to the ropes and piling on until Ana is seated on the middle cable. The crowd screams at the official to stop the mugging, but he doesn’t, instead stepping between but only so Ana’s not pushed between the strands from the ongoing onslaught. It hardly seems a favor when Dove returns to lighting up the barely defended face of the Cuban, Ana eating multiple courses of leather. But sheer force of will allows de Armas to survive the round and without a knockdown awarded. Nostrils flaring, baby blues like a laser on a gasping, shellshocked Ana, Dove “settles” for a shutout sixth.
R7: Taking the same tact as Ana when she held the momentum, Dove is after de Armas from the start. Ana’s on her horse for the first time in the contest, showing she’s in scramble mode to keep Cameron at bay. Dove pursues aggressively, cutting down space quickly and showing the form when she raced up the ladder after signing with HISC. She bears down on a reticent Ana, pushing through a few ‘don’t hurt me’ jabs. Dove thrusts lefts to Ana’s ample rack and, with defenses lowering to fend off that attack, Cameron unleashes the hounds topside. With Ana cringing, her protective arms weakly resisting, Dove slices through with straight right-left combos, de Armas going bobblehead. Cameron’s clinical and heartless. She’s waylaying by the second minute and Ana’s barely resisting. Before the ref can step in, a left to the ribs and a follow overhand right to the temple SENDS ANA CRASHING TO THE CANVAS ON A SHOULDER AND HIP. de Armas flops to her back, flat to the mat, staring blankly at the rafters as Cameron raises her hands triumphantly and heads to the furthest corner. Ana gazes glassily into the void, unaware of her circumstances through EIGHT…NINE…and TEN. YOUR WINNER KO7 DOVE CAMERON!
AFTER: Ana needs abundant assistance to reach her stool from her LMW team, and smelling salts on the menu, de Armas drowsily asking if she won once they do their job.
Dove in an ‘I told you so’ mood in the aftermath. She gives the vanquished a moment, but is quickly up on the brunette, ready to ‘tummy’ Ana. She pulls the Cuban to her feet and steps to the middle ropes, then gives de Armas a faceful, rubbing her glistening alabaster abs across her adversary’s tear-streaked face.
Ana pushes on Dove’s hips, but Cameron won’t be moved until she has Ana on the edge of unconsciousness, tummy-smothering her foe until de Armas’ legs show some give.
Dove dismounts and lets Ana puddle at her feet.
Cameron finds the nearest lens.
“Hey flyweights. If you think you were done with me, Ana’s got a newsflash for you…when she wakes up…you’re not.”