Samara Weaving versus Natalie Alyn Lind
Apr 28, 2023 23:53:58 GMT -6
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Samara Weaving
vs Natalie Alyn Lind
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Before: “I’m not done with JMD,” Natalie makes clear, “but I’ve won my last three bouts, I don’t need to prove myself against some stables #3 girl, and neither does the Consortium. Demi wants to get a chance to even things up, I’m there. Camila wants to have a #1 contenders bout, I’m ready. Mia wants to see what’s it’s like to fight a blonde who isn’t a geriatric, I’ll be there.”
“We just asked if she wanted to fight JMD.” Samara replies. “All her fights with Demi were, there’s no reason not to. I’m not sure why she’s making a big deal about it, but it does look like one of us is getting smothered.”
Natalie enters with a denim jacket over her shoulders instead of a robe, white bikini visible underneath, white gloves and white cowboy boots up to the ring, loose hair cascading over back and breasts. She takes a seat on the ring apron, has her crew remove her boots and slip on white booties before climbing into the ring. Samara wearing a gunmetal triangle bikini top, black bottom, black gloves and booties, chin-length hair loose.
R1: A minute of stalking pressure for Natalie she walks into a TART left uppercut to chin, followed by swishing left/rights across the face, driving her ropeside. SAMARA LIGHTS UP JUG! Weaving in a chugging frenzy - shoulders rolling hup-hup-hup left/right uppercuts to jug, BUNCHING UP NATTY-MEAT! Lind eventually able to tie up head-and-shoulders, Weaving driving forward with trim legs, keeps fight ropebound. Digging to Natalie's belly&breasts ensues as she's got arms wrapped around Samara's head: blind Aussie pumping; Lind's lips pursed, eyes frowning shut as she takes. Ref issues break, Weaving stays aggressive, hounding Nat along ropes with swinging right across pate, followed by brace of hooks. Lind pasted and scoured, curvy legs hold her up as Samara hustles for points through the bell and after.
R2: Natalie stepping in/stooping to jab Samara's body, bigger girl looking to slow the pace, make things a little more orderly. Weaving swinging rights over the top, missing as Lind rolls-with, comes back with shoveling rights to paunch; ringing hooks to chin, backing Aussie up. When driven to apron, Sam responds with desperate vigor, baring teeth, slugging lefts and rights in whirling, rising arcs from her hips. Nat rebuffed, but as Weaving comes forward, she walks chin first into well-placed hooks or swinging rights - enough to regain initiative for Lind.
R3: Free-swinging melee midring, Samara catches a wild overhand right across her face, causing her to stamp around in fence post holes. Natalie reaching in under Weaving's arms, legs driving fight into ropes...leads to a trio of pumping right hands to Sam-gut out of the wrap as Nat keeps her left arm in under Aussie right. Weaving groaning, bunching up in pain...she eventually ties up for ref's break. Lind pushed back, but she's in little blonde bully mode...curls in her eyes as she wades back in, slamming wide right/lefts to Samara's hips/trunks, then shrugging right uppercuts through the middle. Weaving shoved and battered as Lind romps to torso and head: Aussie covering up, squirming in the pocket, clinching when she can...she survives, but can't get out from under as Lind takes back-to-back rounds
R4: Free-swingin' Samara catching Natalie with lefts and rights in the horizontal plane - just picking gloves up off her thighs and sloppin' 'em side to side. Lind smote, backing off with blonde curl obscuring right eye...she's feeling Weaving's power, not enjoying the trade. Sam walking Nat down - showing a stiff jab when she steps in: third minute sees American's back to ropes as Weaving squares away big-girl. Chugging action lefts and rights hup-hup-hup to Lind’s gut: blonde groaning forward, crossing arms: right just inside left shoulder; left at right elbow. Natalie's groggy face on sale as she's stooping forward: Samara laps away rising lefts and rights, clouting away to straighten American girl up drowsy. WEAVING WANTS RACK! Sam grinning broadly as she claps away - keeping her elbows down and slap-chopping either fist down onto Nat's heaving jubblies. Lind spellbound, getting clobbered...she lays against ropes, wondering what to do about her jugs when the bell sounds, bringing ref in quick.
R5: Free-swinging slugfest, wide-ranging action criss-crossing the ring. Midway through, Natalie's swinging hook grazes Samara's left cheek; looping right clouts left side of Weaving's face, unhinging Aussie knees. Hook takes Lind full to jug; spanking right kisses flush off the face, leaving American spellbound. Nat wide-eyed, gobsmacked: she lifts a nick-of-time right into Sam's onrushing belly as Aussie's pouncing forward. Girls trade hooks to willing chins: Weaving's knees buckle as Lind stumbles backwards on her heels. Both girls blinking in buzzed alarm; both wading back in: looping right for Samara as she's bending in-and-down crashes upside Natalie's head and LIND GOES DOWN! Nat dashed to her back, badly dazed: Sam reeling on the spot, staggering wobbly-butt to neutral corner. Lind passes gut-check, rallying up off her back to beat the count: she's a shipwrecked beauty; Weaving's a stricken vixen...blondes wades into each other and it's groggy hammer and tongs. Samara loops the overhand right, kissing Natalie ear-to-chin on leftside of noggin; Lind collapses into ropes, but lifts a last-second right uppercut to Weaving's chin just in time to pre-empt an Aussie insurance-right. Sam double-clutching, hurt, Nat shrugs up off the ropes, hooks norks and shoulder-bumps Weaving into temporary retreat. Samara trudging back in with walking barrage of lefts and rights, Natalie arms crossed as she backs up, face catching swinging clout as crowd roars to it's feet. Bell - ref steps in; Lind sways on the spot; Weaving all snarling and nostrils flaring, both fighters showing their brawling bona-fides in an all action fifth.
R6: Samara POURING herself at Natalie: leaning forward, weight on front foot as she lathers to the hated, stocky torso in front of her. Lind beaten breathless - crouching into it, THEN ANSWERING! Nat baring her teeth, chugging back up into tummy, lung and jug - shoulders rotating, fists pumping as Sam's brought up short. Weaving temporarily subdued - then SHE regroups, dousing Lind with fresh hup-hup leather. Crowd roaring in appreciation, blondes simply taking turns launching all out pasting attacks upon each other for two minutes. Savage pace gets to Samara first, she steps out, pinging a defensive jab, gulping for breath. Natalie's blood up, she surges forward, punching wild right hands, sweeping lefts to jaw. Weaving backpedalling, suddenly broken: Lind's pouring through the breach!
Samara hits ropes in swoon, desperately trying to neck-clasp Natalie and pull head down: American responds with a pounding flurry to trunks and tummy, doubling Aussie up with a gurgle. Lind push-propping Weaving upright, heaving her so hard her right foot comes up off canvas: SAM IS GETTING RAGDOLLED! Nat in her element, punches and elbows smash at ribs, rack and head, bludgeoning Weaving from all angles. Overhand right smashes Samara's right ear flat to her shoulder, loosening her terribly: she tilts sideways into ropes, eyes glassy. Another right smashes home - another: Natalie in there close with her left fist clenched around Weaving’s waistband for anchorage. Right hand smashes Samara's face; right hand clubs temple. Weaving slumps into ropes, turns to her right and pitches face-first into canvas. "GET UP, SAM!" Nat shrieks, now mindless with slugging fervor. Weaving relaxing into KO, never hears the taunting. KO6 Natalie Lind in brutal take-no-prisoners action!
After: Natalie wasting no time: she doffs gloves, secures front-smother on Samara. Lind's left arm snakes round behind Weaving's head; left hand gripping right bicep; right hand cupped atop Aussie's damp blonde skull. Natalie feeling Sam into position, flexing, cinching, tightening fingers stretch and re-grip, snugging her in.
Girls step forward and back slow - Samara stooped face-first into cruel jug - her fingertips probing Natalie's triumphant tummy, or just curling into the waistband of little white bottoms. Lind very methodical, all business here, patiently putting jugg to Weaving. Finally, Samara's legs start to give way: she sinks to her right knee - Nat riding her down, staying on top. Lind steps her left leg around Weaving and eases her to a seat, then pushes her all the way to her back. Natalie's educated feet seek out Samara's legs to lock in a grapevine: Aussie has her knees up, but can't kick free - she's all trussed up.
End game is slow and sensual: Samara's hands push at Natalie's ribs, then reach down to push at her thighs, then reach up to push at the triceps. Nothing's loose, nothing's overlooked: Lind's clamped in tight. Nat shifts weight as Samara's bucking her hips up, spending the last of her reserves. Inevitably, Weaving's body relaxes into stupor, then goes out: Lind lies atop her for several warm moments - putting insurance jug to Sam to cement her victory.
vs Natalie Alyn Lind
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: “I’m not done with JMD,” Natalie makes clear, “but I’ve won my last three bouts, I don’t need to prove myself against some stables #3 girl, and neither does the Consortium. Demi wants to get a chance to even things up, I’m there. Camila wants to have a #1 contenders bout, I’m ready. Mia wants to see what’s it’s like to fight a blonde who isn’t a geriatric, I’ll be there.”
“We just asked if she wanted to fight JMD.” Samara replies. “All her fights with Demi were, there’s no reason not to. I’m not sure why she’s making a big deal about it, but it does look like one of us is getting smothered.”
Natalie enters with a denim jacket over her shoulders instead of a robe, white bikini visible underneath, white gloves and white cowboy boots up to the ring, loose hair cascading over back and breasts. She takes a seat on the ring apron, has her crew remove her boots and slip on white booties before climbing into the ring. Samara wearing a gunmetal triangle bikini top, black bottom, black gloves and booties, chin-length hair loose.
R1: A minute of stalking pressure for Natalie she walks into a TART left uppercut to chin, followed by swishing left/rights across the face, driving her ropeside. SAMARA LIGHTS UP JUG! Weaving in a chugging frenzy - shoulders rolling hup-hup-hup left/right uppercuts to jug, BUNCHING UP NATTY-MEAT! Lind eventually able to tie up head-and-shoulders, Weaving driving forward with trim legs, keeps fight ropebound. Digging to Natalie's belly&breasts ensues as she's got arms wrapped around Samara's head: blind Aussie pumping; Lind's lips pursed, eyes frowning shut as she takes. Ref issues break, Weaving stays aggressive, hounding Nat along ropes with swinging right across pate, followed by brace of hooks. Lind pasted and scoured, curvy legs hold her up as Samara hustles for points through the bell and after.
R2: Natalie stepping in/stooping to jab Samara's body, bigger girl looking to slow the pace, make things a little more orderly. Weaving swinging rights over the top, missing as Lind rolls-with, comes back with shoveling rights to paunch; ringing hooks to chin, backing Aussie up. When driven to apron, Sam responds with desperate vigor, baring teeth, slugging lefts and rights in whirling, rising arcs from her hips. Nat rebuffed, but as Weaving comes forward, she walks chin first into well-placed hooks or swinging rights - enough to regain initiative for Lind.
R3: Free-swinging melee midring, Samara catches a wild overhand right across her face, causing her to stamp around in fence post holes. Natalie reaching in under Weaving's arms, legs driving fight into ropes...leads to a trio of pumping right hands to Sam-gut out of the wrap as Nat keeps her left arm in under Aussie right. Weaving groaning, bunching up in pain...she eventually ties up for ref's break. Lind pushed back, but she's in little blonde bully mode...curls in her eyes as she wades back in, slamming wide right/lefts to Samara's hips/trunks, then shrugging right uppercuts through the middle. Weaving shoved and battered as Lind romps to torso and head: Aussie covering up, squirming in the pocket, clinching when she can...she survives, but can't get out from under as Lind takes back-to-back rounds
R4: Free-swingin' Samara catching Natalie with lefts and rights in the horizontal plane - just picking gloves up off her thighs and sloppin' 'em side to side. Lind smote, backing off with blonde curl obscuring right eye...she's feeling Weaving's power, not enjoying the trade. Sam walking Nat down - showing a stiff jab when she steps in: third minute sees American's back to ropes as Weaving squares away big-girl. Chugging action lefts and rights hup-hup-hup to Lind’s gut: blonde groaning forward, crossing arms: right just inside left shoulder; left at right elbow. Natalie's groggy face on sale as she's stooping forward: Samara laps away rising lefts and rights, clouting away to straighten American girl up drowsy. WEAVING WANTS RACK! Sam grinning broadly as she claps away - keeping her elbows down and slap-chopping either fist down onto Nat's heaving jubblies. Lind spellbound, getting clobbered...she lays against ropes, wondering what to do about her jugs when the bell sounds, bringing ref in quick.
R5: Free-swinging slugfest, wide-ranging action criss-crossing the ring. Midway through, Natalie's swinging hook grazes Samara's left cheek; looping right clouts left side of Weaving's face, unhinging Aussie knees. Hook takes Lind full to jug; spanking right kisses flush off the face, leaving American spellbound. Nat wide-eyed, gobsmacked: she lifts a nick-of-time right into Sam's onrushing belly as Aussie's pouncing forward. Girls trade hooks to willing chins: Weaving's knees buckle as Lind stumbles backwards on her heels. Both girls blinking in buzzed alarm; both wading back in: looping right for Samara as she's bending in-and-down crashes upside Natalie's head and LIND GOES DOWN! Nat dashed to her back, badly dazed: Sam reeling on the spot, staggering wobbly-butt to neutral corner. Lind passes gut-check, rallying up off her back to beat the count: she's a shipwrecked beauty; Weaving's a stricken vixen...blondes wades into each other and it's groggy hammer and tongs. Samara loops the overhand right, kissing Natalie ear-to-chin on leftside of noggin; Lind collapses into ropes, but lifts a last-second right uppercut to Weaving's chin just in time to pre-empt an Aussie insurance-right. Sam double-clutching, hurt, Nat shrugs up off the ropes, hooks norks and shoulder-bumps Weaving into temporary retreat. Samara trudging back in with walking barrage of lefts and rights, Natalie arms crossed as she backs up, face catching swinging clout as crowd roars to it's feet. Bell - ref steps in; Lind sways on the spot; Weaving all snarling and nostrils flaring, both fighters showing their brawling bona-fides in an all action fifth.
R6: Samara POURING herself at Natalie: leaning forward, weight on front foot as she lathers to the hated, stocky torso in front of her. Lind beaten breathless - crouching into it, THEN ANSWERING! Nat baring her teeth, chugging back up into tummy, lung and jug - shoulders rotating, fists pumping as Sam's brought up short. Weaving temporarily subdued - then SHE regroups, dousing Lind with fresh hup-hup leather. Crowd roaring in appreciation, blondes simply taking turns launching all out pasting attacks upon each other for two minutes. Savage pace gets to Samara first, she steps out, pinging a defensive jab, gulping for breath. Natalie's blood up, she surges forward, punching wild right hands, sweeping lefts to jaw. Weaving backpedalling, suddenly broken: Lind's pouring through the breach!
Samara hits ropes in swoon, desperately trying to neck-clasp Natalie and pull head down: American responds with a pounding flurry to trunks and tummy, doubling Aussie up with a gurgle. Lind push-propping Weaving upright, heaving her so hard her right foot comes up off canvas: SAM IS GETTING RAGDOLLED! Nat in her element, punches and elbows smash at ribs, rack and head, bludgeoning Weaving from all angles. Overhand right smashes Samara's right ear flat to her shoulder, loosening her terribly: she tilts sideways into ropes, eyes glassy. Another right smashes home - another: Natalie in there close with her left fist clenched around Weaving’s waistband for anchorage. Right hand smashes Samara's face; right hand clubs temple. Weaving slumps into ropes, turns to her right and pitches face-first into canvas. "GET UP, SAM!" Nat shrieks, now mindless with slugging fervor. Weaving relaxing into KO, never hears the taunting. KO6 Natalie Lind in brutal take-no-prisoners action!
After: Natalie wasting no time: she doffs gloves, secures front-smother on Samara. Lind's left arm snakes round behind Weaving's head; left hand gripping right bicep; right hand cupped atop Aussie's damp blonde skull. Natalie feeling Sam into position, flexing, cinching, tightening fingers stretch and re-grip, snugging her in.
Girls step forward and back slow - Samara stooped face-first into cruel jug - her fingertips probing Natalie's triumphant tummy, or just curling into the waistband of little white bottoms. Lind very methodical, all business here, patiently putting jugg to Weaving. Finally, Samara's legs start to give way: she sinks to her right knee - Nat riding her down, staying on top. Lind steps her left leg around Weaving and eases her to a seat, then pushes her all the way to her back. Natalie's educated feet seek out Samara's legs to lock in a grapevine: Aussie has her knees up, but can't kick free - she's all trussed up.
End game is slow and sensual: Samara's hands push at Natalie's ribs, then reach down to push at her thighs, then reach up to push at the triceps. Nothing's loose, nothing's overlooked: Lind's clamped in tight. Nat shifts weight as Samara's bucking her hips up, spending the last of her reserves. Inevitably, Weaving's body relaxes into stupor, then goes out: Lind lies atop her for several warm moments - putting insurance jug to Sam to cement her victory.
