Post by Lookout! Boxing on Apr 29, 2023 0:10:54 GMT -6
Michelle Williams vs. Jenna Ortega
(Hawkeye International vs. Global Boxing Syndicate)
Michelle: 42 yo, 5’4”, 161-77-7 with 120 KOs; vs Jenna: 20 yo, 5’1”, 5-2 with 5 KOs
Results: Lookout. Story: Hawkeye
MICHELLE WILLIAMS
JENNA ORTEGA
BEFORE:
Mishy accused of getting Dove’s sloppy seconds and Michelle offers a shrug in response. “So I’m a great manager too is what you’re saying?”
After going 7-1 in her last eight following a mostly regrettable 2021, Williams can afford to feel a little full of herself again. The elfin blonde seems to have found a third wind in her career and she’s taking it out for a spin against the young Latina comer who looked ready to follow Millie Bobbie Brown in placing divisional dominance in the hands of the ‘not legal to drink’ crowd.
Aside from her monumental, dual crash-and-burns against Brec Bassinger. Mishy’s been putting up some great gatekeeping, taking down Isabella Merced, Chloe Moretz, Ana De Armas, Cree Cicchino and yes Dove Cameron during her upward run. There are rumblings Mishy might get the ultimate call to dissipate the tidal wave of change, namely a title match against Miss Brown, if she can put Jenna on Top Five standby.
“She’s a precious little thing,” Mishy condescends. “Her hand speed is world-class, but she’s still finding her place in the ring, especially when under pressure, and that’s not the best place to be when you’re in the ring with me. Is she going to be a perennial flyweight title threat and at least one-time title holder? Duh. But that’s after Father Time finally gets his tardy ass around to showing me the door. Dove shut her down…HARD. And I’m the one teaching my girl Dovey, so what’s that tell ya? Long night for the kid is what it says to me.”
Michelle’s eschewing the Consortium-standard black-n-gold for her beloved zebra stripes, a sports bra and boy-cut trunks on her sinewy, slender frame. Black gloves with white pads and boots finishing off the gear. Her platinum pixie cut is perfect for the battlefield.
Opposite the Hall of Famer, the hype train for Latina Lightning isn’t chugging like it was before back-to-back bombings courtesy current champ Millie Bobbie and former champ Dove, but it’s a LONG way from stopped at the station. Though slight of build, even for the smallest weight class, it’s hard not to see the abundant possibilities surrounding Jenna. These mostly involve her flashing fists and flawless footwork. How well she can tough it out in the trenches is up for debate, but she’ll likely get some tough answers tonight.
“Look. I hear the whispers. She can’t beat the top of the division. Hell. Dove said she crushed my dreams. Well one of my dreams was fighting AND BEATING Michelle Williams. So we’ll see what’s crushed at the end of the night. Legit, I need this one to stay in the Top Ten and push for the Top Five, which is where the smart money knows I belong. I’m not getting into Michelle being twice my age and that someone who’s slowing down is perfect for me to take advantage of, but I can tell you I feel like trouble is going to find Mamasita Michelle when she’s sharing the ring with Lightning.”
Ortega’s lush, dark locks are fashioned into a battle pony. She’s going full Wednesday in terms of her gear’s hue, with a black bikini top and tight satin trunks barely reaching the curve of her glutes. Black gloves and pads complete the wardrobe.
R1: Jenna offers a tap of gloves to start in a show of respect to her elder and Williams takes her up courteously, blonde and brunette on either side of the experience spectrum backing away and circling judiciously. Ortega’s throwing jabs to measure a legend. If people were thinking nervousness would be an issue with Jenna, they haven’t been paying attention. Mishy’s playing coy for a change. She knows the youngster’s book from training Dove to face Ortega, but she wants to take the newbie in face to flawless face. No surprise Jenna remains the livelier, popping left jabs into raised defenses, occasionally finding Mishy’s beak. The blonde starts working angles and cutting down Ortega’s movement. She’s finding thin, sinewy frame and landing telltale beefy shots to rib and tummy when she can close the quarters. Jenna’s plenty nimble to work her way out of these troublesome moments and, when she’s free to move, she looks breezy and potentially dangerous, but it’s left mostly potential in this initial stanza. Michelle’s physicality to Latina torso in spurts impresses the judges enough in a round filled with caution and the platinum-bobbed veteran takes it close on the cards.
R2: Jenna’s slowly ratcheting up the action. She’s as light on her feet but with more purpose. Ortega’s adding to her jab game, dipping and pivoting around Michelle’s return fire more effectively to counter counters. Mishy’s showing hints of frustration with her misses and paying for them with quick combos to her rack that has Williams wincing. Jenna’s work rate and her outstanding defense is keeping the blonde at bay. Michelle is plodding by comparison. She’s throwing leather but has a difficult time connecting with the elusive brunette. Banging hips and shoulders and finding glancing blows on Ortega’s noggin is the best Williams can manage. While Jenna isn’t heavy with her leather, her jabs are discovering more of Mishy’s chin, halting would-be charges and her follow-up rights are letting Michelle know the kid can work the body. The youngster is feeling her oats late but gets caught with a tummy churning one-two-three from an irritated Williams when she loses her concentration. However, the breathtaking punishment gets Jenna’s mind right and she leads her dance partner to the bell, quick mitts on offense and defense pushing Jenna to her first points, Ortega taking it close in the second.
R3: You might believe with each round Michelle’s vast databank of knowledge would allow her to properly pigeonhole Ortega and attack accordingly, but it’s Jenna who’s looking crisp, Mishy perturbed, even rattled. Jenna’s poetry in motion and now she’s using those sonnets to create as much offense as defense. She’s laying wood to the sluggish Williams. A couple successive left hooks to the flank bring Mishy’s defenses lower and Ortega rides over the top with a right cross flush to Michelle’s jaw. The blonde’s legs give a shimmy. Williams quickly steadies and sets a cage of forearms, trading in any pretense of countering for the moment. Ortega unleashes both hands with no fear of reprisals. She swings in from each side, buffeting wide hooks to Mishy’s temples, rocking her foe from side to side. Moved to the ropes by the smaller Jenna, Michelle crouches and fights out of her bent position. But as soon as she tries to gut the youngster, Jenna snaps the blonde’s head with an uppercut to the chin that moves the needle on the crowd noise from murmur to din. Mishy knows what to do when she’s hurt, but she’s assuredly hurt, and Jenna’s fluttering fists are proving problematic. Williams leans forehead to her foe’s chest and churns stubby rights and lefts to the Latina’s slender torso. The hard work lessens Ortega’s enthusiasm in laying leather until she’s able to shove Mishy off a step and batter the stooped face of the Hall of Famer with an uppercut combo, drawing separate ‘oooohs’ from the assembled and a tight clinch from the old hand. Michelle plays grab-ass to the bell despite the ref’s best efforts to break the fighters, Jenna taking this one wide.
R4: It’s not Michelle’s first barbeque and she’s off her stool with a steely focus, meeting the woman over twenty years her junior in the middle…AND THEY’RE BANGIN. Whether it’s Mishy intent to prove she’s fine or Jenna wanting to show she can finish off the old hand, they’re each tossing leather in copious amounts and BANG! Mishy comes over the top with a right above Ortega’s left, plowing fist into jaw and turning Jenna’s stems to jelly. It’s a trip down Fencepost Hole Avenue for the young Latina as she wobbles away from the front, looking to recover her wits and balance. Williams swings a wild left after the retreating Jenna that glances off a shoulder when Ortega pivots, unintentionally saving herself. The platinum blonde is on the prowl, chasing and committing, but she’s given Jenna enough time to collect herself and offer something more than a meager defense when Michelle lines her up for more. The shouts from the Global corner are fractured with worry. Jenna’s frame is windblown from a meaty combo to the chest. Michelle’s bullying the youngster now. It’s nothing fighters with more impressive resumes than Ortega haven’t been forced to endure, but endure Jenna is. She looks like a feather in a gale as Mishy unleashes a few of the hounds if not all. Ortega in full retreat at the end, not throwing back, giving ground and giving up body to max protect her braincase. It’s a churning, gut-busting final thirty, but she makes the bell, Michelle taking the fourth wide.
R5: The Blonde Bulldog is off the leash, Michelle determined to punish the upstart before she can work her way out of the Global corner. Where’s all the speed of hand and foot gone? The youngster is looking for a lifesaver, but Mishy’s drowning her with headhunting shots that aren’t quite connecting fully but they’re forcing Ortega to do little but keep on the back foot so she can slip away. Into the second minute, Michelle finally closes off an escape route, physically tossing Jenna back into a corner with her left arm then beaning her foe’s nose with a shattering straight right. JENNA’S HURT! Up come the gloves from the slender rookie, so she’s still aware of her surroundings, but Williams is more so. She chugs piston-like blows into tummy. Mishy is terrible engine, working the belly to black-n-blue until JENNA CRUMPLES TO HER HAUNCHES under the weight of the gut-churning attack. Ortega leans against the corner with her right elbow and hip. The official breaks between the fighters, shuffling a grunting Mishy off, but not until after the blonde lands a ‘buh-bye right’. Jenna’s arms are left heavy at her sides, her dark eyes staring blankly into the front row as the ref picks up the count at four. In a neutral corner, Michelle watches impatiently, bouncing on the balls of her feet, perhaps suspecting one of the division’s supposed It Girls has enough in her to force a two-knockdown night. Sure enough. At eight, Jenna’s grasping at the ropes. She uses them to stabilize in something approaching vertical at NINE.
On comes the black-n-gold blitz. Michelle wades in to take Jenna to Beatdown Town. She lights up the Latina with a cross combo the result of which has Jenna falling forward into her adversary. The youngster wraps her arms behind Mishy’s neck and clinches close to ride out the final seconds. Michelle extricates herself from the embrace at the bell, pushing Ortega back to her corner, Williams having to be satisfied with a lopsided scorecard in her favor courtesy a wide win with knockdown.
R6: Ortega’s up early, guessing Michelle will try and corner her to finish the job. The youngster’s not wrong. As the bell sends the match to the second half, Jenna’s able to skitter out before Mishy’s imminent arrival. The blonde is forced to track her adversary down. It’s all about angles for the veteran, but even in her deteriorated state Jenna’s pace and ability to dance in either direction slows the charge of the blonde. The Global corner seems perfectly happy for their fledgling find to dance her way to survival in the sixth so she can thrive in the later rounds. Ortega’s leading Williams, keeping distance, dodging when Mishy closes, frustrating Williams into misses from just outside the window from which Williams wants to launch. Finally, Michelle reaches her sweet spot and unloads with a right and…BOOM!
What looks like it’ll be the last in a series of protective left jabs from the Latina turns into violent right cross to Mishy’s jaw. CUE THE HEADSNAP! Caught flush mid-advance, Williams staggers to the left, tumbling into the ropes, the crowd gasping at the sight. Ortega’s on her foe instantly, unleashing a lightning storm of right-left-right that has a wide-eyed Michelle snatching for a clinch of the rookie. But Jenna’s footwork and quickness is savage. She flutters outside Williams’ attempt to encircle her foe’s arms. Instead, an off-balance Michelle is blasted by a ‘blink-and-don’t-see it-but-you’ll-damn-well-feel-it’ combo that unspools Mishy’s pale, ivory stems. Williams stumbles into her corner like she’s on a St. Patrick’s Day bender. The Consortium seconds, including a frantic Dove, shout to cover up. Mishy tries her best, but in a fog and her defenses largely disabled, the velocity with which Jenna can toss is apocalyptic. Down the stretch, Mishy’s defenseless. But Williams being Williams, she won’t go down. Half the crowd is hoping for the bell. The other for an intervention to save the blonde. Jenna stuffs a left uppercut to Mishy’s rack and follows with a buggywhip right to the jaw. Williams’ lower limbs stiffen and DOWN GOES MICHELLE! The veteran succumbs to a thunderous blow at the end of the lightning round, Mishy collapsing to her chest and face. She absently rolls to her back and stares blankly into the rafters!
Ortega bounces to a neutral as Cameron pleads with her teacher to beat the bell, but Mishy isn’t moving, arms and legs parted as they extend from her motionless torso, a couple eye blinks all Michelle can manage as the official counts it out to TEN!
YOUR WINNER VIA KO6…JENNA ORTEGA!
AFTER: Bedlam as Jenna shuts the door on a potential losing streak and throws the gate to flyweight contendership wide open, leaving the keeper demolished at her feet.
“I beat her. I beat her,” an overcome Ortega shouts, wandering around the ring, pronouncing the obvious.
Not just beat, but the smelling salts are called upon to wake Mishy from her stupor.
By the time Jenna comes to collect, Michelle’s seated and in no condition to decline a walk. The Latina shoves Dove aside when Cameron tries to interfere on her mentor’s behalf.
Ortega scoops Michelle under the blonde’s arms and lifts her vanquished foe to ragdoll status. She guides a bewildered Michelle through the shameful stroll, Jenna showing off her prize to cheering Global partners and scowling Consortium faces.
Ortega turns and gives Mishy a peck on the cheek before tossing the rubber-legged blonde off to an attendant who quickly transfers the beaten bundle to Dove.
Meanwhile, Jenna finds the nearest lens.
“She’s one of the best ever and she isn’t enough for me! Who’s next?!”
(Hawkeye International vs. Global Boxing Syndicate)
Michelle: 42 yo, 5’4”, 161-77-7 with 120 KOs; vs Jenna: 20 yo, 5’1”, 5-2 with 5 KOs
Results: Lookout. Story: Hawkeye
MICHELLE WILLIAMS
JENNA ORTEGA
BEFORE:
Mishy accused of getting Dove’s sloppy seconds and Michelle offers a shrug in response. “So I’m a great manager too is what you’re saying?”
After going 7-1 in her last eight following a mostly regrettable 2021, Williams can afford to feel a little full of herself again. The elfin blonde seems to have found a third wind in her career and she’s taking it out for a spin against the young Latina comer who looked ready to follow Millie Bobbie Brown in placing divisional dominance in the hands of the ‘not legal to drink’ crowd.
Aside from her monumental, dual crash-and-burns against Brec Bassinger. Mishy’s been putting up some great gatekeeping, taking down Isabella Merced, Chloe Moretz, Ana De Armas, Cree Cicchino and yes Dove Cameron during her upward run. There are rumblings Mishy might get the ultimate call to dissipate the tidal wave of change, namely a title match against Miss Brown, if she can put Jenna on Top Five standby.
“She’s a precious little thing,” Mishy condescends. “Her hand speed is world-class, but she’s still finding her place in the ring, especially when under pressure, and that’s not the best place to be when you’re in the ring with me. Is she going to be a perennial flyweight title threat and at least one-time title holder? Duh. But that’s after Father Time finally gets his tardy ass around to showing me the door. Dove shut her down…HARD. And I’m the one teaching my girl Dovey, so what’s that tell ya? Long night for the kid is what it says to me.”
Michelle’s eschewing the Consortium-standard black-n-gold for her beloved zebra stripes, a sports bra and boy-cut trunks on her sinewy, slender frame. Black gloves with white pads and boots finishing off the gear. Her platinum pixie cut is perfect for the battlefield.
Opposite the Hall of Famer, the hype train for Latina Lightning isn’t chugging like it was before back-to-back bombings courtesy current champ Millie Bobbie and former champ Dove, but it’s a LONG way from stopped at the station. Though slight of build, even for the smallest weight class, it’s hard not to see the abundant possibilities surrounding Jenna. These mostly involve her flashing fists and flawless footwork. How well she can tough it out in the trenches is up for debate, but she’ll likely get some tough answers tonight.
“Look. I hear the whispers. She can’t beat the top of the division. Hell. Dove said she crushed my dreams. Well one of my dreams was fighting AND BEATING Michelle Williams. So we’ll see what’s crushed at the end of the night. Legit, I need this one to stay in the Top Ten and push for the Top Five, which is where the smart money knows I belong. I’m not getting into Michelle being twice my age and that someone who’s slowing down is perfect for me to take advantage of, but I can tell you I feel like trouble is going to find Mamasita Michelle when she’s sharing the ring with Lightning.”
Ortega’s lush, dark locks are fashioned into a battle pony. She’s going full Wednesday in terms of her gear’s hue, with a black bikini top and tight satin trunks barely reaching the curve of her glutes. Black gloves and pads complete the wardrobe.
R1: Jenna offers a tap of gloves to start in a show of respect to her elder and Williams takes her up courteously, blonde and brunette on either side of the experience spectrum backing away and circling judiciously. Ortega’s throwing jabs to measure a legend. If people were thinking nervousness would be an issue with Jenna, they haven’t been paying attention. Mishy’s playing coy for a change. She knows the youngster’s book from training Dove to face Ortega, but she wants to take the newbie in face to flawless face. No surprise Jenna remains the livelier, popping left jabs into raised defenses, occasionally finding Mishy’s beak. The blonde starts working angles and cutting down Ortega’s movement. She’s finding thin, sinewy frame and landing telltale beefy shots to rib and tummy when she can close the quarters. Jenna’s plenty nimble to work her way out of these troublesome moments and, when she’s free to move, she looks breezy and potentially dangerous, but it’s left mostly potential in this initial stanza. Michelle’s physicality to Latina torso in spurts impresses the judges enough in a round filled with caution and the platinum-bobbed veteran takes it close on the cards.
R2: Jenna’s slowly ratcheting up the action. She’s as light on her feet but with more purpose. Ortega’s adding to her jab game, dipping and pivoting around Michelle’s return fire more effectively to counter counters. Mishy’s showing hints of frustration with her misses and paying for them with quick combos to her rack that has Williams wincing. Jenna’s work rate and her outstanding defense is keeping the blonde at bay. Michelle is plodding by comparison. She’s throwing leather but has a difficult time connecting with the elusive brunette. Banging hips and shoulders and finding glancing blows on Ortega’s noggin is the best Williams can manage. While Jenna isn’t heavy with her leather, her jabs are discovering more of Mishy’s chin, halting would-be charges and her follow-up rights are letting Michelle know the kid can work the body. The youngster is feeling her oats late but gets caught with a tummy churning one-two-three from an irritated Williams when she loses her concentration. However, the breathtaking punishment gets Jenna’s mind right and she leads her dance partner to the bell, quick mitts on offense and defense pushing Jenna to her first points, Ortega taking it close in the second.
R3: You might believe with each round Michelle’s vast databank of knowledge would allow her to properly pigeonhole Ortega and attack accordingly, but it’s Jenna who’s looking crisp, Mishy perturbed, even rattled. Jenna’s poetry in motion and now she’s using those sonnets to create as much offense as defense. She’s laying wood to the sluggish Williams. A couple successive left hooks to the flank bring Mishy’s defenses lower and Ortega rides over the top with a right cross flush to Michelle’s jaw. The blonde’s legs give a shimmy. Williams quickly steadies and sets a cage of forearms, trading in any pretense of countering for the moment. Ortega unleashes both hands with no fear of reprisals. She swings in from each side, buffeting wide hooks to Mishy’s temples, rocking her foe from side to side. Moved to the ropes by the smaller Jenna, Michelle crouches and fights out of her bent position. But as soon as she tries to gut the youngster, Jenna snaps the blonde’s head with an uppercut to the chin that moves the needle on the crowd noise from murmur to din. Mishy knows what to do when she’s hurt, but she’s assuredly hurt, and Jenna’s fluttering fists are proving problematic. Williams leans forehead to her foe’s chest and churns stubby rights and lefts to the Latina’s slender torso. The hard work lessens Ortega’s enthusiasm in laying leather until she’s able to shove Mishy off a step and batter the stooped face of the Hall of Famer with an uppercut combo, drawing separate ‘oooohs’ from the assembled and a tight clinch from the old hand. Michelle plays grab-ass to the bell despite the ref’s best efforts to break the fighters, Jenna taking this one wide.
R4: It’s not Michelle’s first barbeque and she’s off her stool with a steely focus, meeting the woman over twenty years her junior in the middle…AND THEY’RE BANGIN. Whether it’s Mishy intent to prove she’s fine or Jenna wanting to show she can finish off the old hand, they’re each tossing leather in copious amounts and BANG! Mishy comes over the top with a right above Ortega’s left, plowing fist into jaw and turning Jenna’s stems to jelly. It’s a trip down Fencepost Hole Avenue for the young Latina as she wobbles away from the front, looking to recover her wits and balance. Williams swings a wild left after the retreating Jenna that glances off a shoulder when Ortega pivots, unintentionally saving herself. The platinum blonde is on the prowl, chasing and committing, but she’s given Jenna enough time to collect herself and offer something more than a meager defense when Michelle lines her up for more. The shouts from the Global corner are fractured with worry. Jenna’s frame is windblown from a meaty combo to the chest. Michelle’s bullying the youngster now. It’s nothing fighters with more impressive resumes than Ortega haven’t been forced to endure, but endure Jenna is. She looks like a feather in a gale as Mishy unleashes a few of the hounds if not all. Ortega in full retreat at the end, not throwing back, giving ground and giving up body to max protect her braincase. It’s a churning, gut-busting final thirty, but she makes the bell, Michelle taking the fourth wide.
R5: The Blonde Bulldog is off the leash, Michelle determined to punish the upstart before she can work her way out of the Global corner. Where’s all the speed of hand and foot gone? The youngster is looking for a lifesaver, but Mishy’s drowning her with headhunting shots that aren’t quite connecting fully but they’re forcing Ortega to do little but keep on the back foot so she can slip away. Into the second minute, Michelle finally closes off an escape route, physically tossing Jenna back into a corner with her left arm then beaning her foe’s nose with a shattering straight right. JENNA’S HURT! Up come the gloves from the slender rookie, so she’s still aware of her surroundings, but Williams is more so. She chugs piston-like blows into tummy. Mishy is terrible engine, working the belly to black-n-blue until JENNA CRUMPLES TO HER HAUNCHES under the weight of the gut-churning attack. Ortega leans against the corner with her right elbow and hip. The official breaks between the fighters, shuffling a grunting Mishy off, but not until after the blonde lands a ‘buh-bye right’. Jenna’s arms are left heavy at her sides, her dark eyes staring blankly into the front row as the ref picks up the count at four. In a neutral corner, Michelle watches impatiently, bouncing on the balls of her feet, perhaps suspecting one of the division’s supposed It Girls has enough in her to force a two-knockdown night. Sure enough. At eight, Jenna’s grasping at the ropes. She uses them to stabilize in something approaching vertical at NINE.
On comes the black-n-gold blitz. Michelle wades in to take Jenna to Beatdown Town. She lights up the Latina with a cross combo the result of which has Jenna falling forward into her adversary. The youngster wraps her arms behind Mishy’s neck and clinches close to ride out the final seconds. Michelle extricates herself from the embrace at the bell, pushing Ortega back to her corner, Williams having to be satisfied with a lopsided scorecard in her favor courtesy a wide win with knockdown.
R6: Ortega’s up early, guessing Michelle will try and corner her to finish the job. The youngster’s not wrong. As the bell sends the match to the second half, Jenna’s able to skitter out before Mishy’s imminent arrival. The blonde is forced to track her adversary down. It’s all about angles for the veteran, but even in her deteriorated state Jenna’s pace and ability to dance in either direction slows the charge of the blonde. The Global corner seems perfectly happy for their fledgling find to dance her way to survival in the sixth so she can thrive in the later rounds. Ortega’s leading Williams, keeping distance, dodging when Mishy closes, frustrating Williams into misses from just outside the window from which Williams wants to launch. Finally, Michelle reaches her sweet spot and unloads with a right and…BOOM!
What looks like it’ll be the last in a series of protective left jabs from the Latina turns into violent right cross to Mishy’s jaw. CUE THE HEADSNAP! Caught flush mid-advance, Williams staggers to the left, tumbling into the ropes, the crowd gasping at the sight. Ortega’s on her foe instantly, unleashing a lightning storm of right-left-right that has a wide-eyed Michelle snatching for a clinch of the rookie. But Jenna’s footwork and quickness is savage. She flutters outside Williams’ attempt to encircle her foe’s arms. Instead, an off-balance Michelle is blasted by a ‘blink-and-don’t-see it-but-you’ll-damn-well-feel-it’ combo that unspools Mishy’s pale, ivory stems. Williams stumbles into her corner like she’s on a St. Patrick’s Day bender. The Consortium seconds, including a frantic Dove, shout to cover up. Mishy tries her best, but in a fog and her defenses largely disabled, the velocity with which Jenna can toss is apocalyptic. Down the stretch, Mishy’s defenseless. But Williams being Williams, she won’t go down. Half the crowd is hoping for the bell. The other for an intervention to save the blonde. Jenna stuffs a left uppercut to Mishy’s rack and follows with a buggywhip right to the jaw. Williams’ lower limbs stiffen and DOWN GOES MICHELLE! The veteran succumbs to a thunderous blow at the end of the lightning round, Mishy collapsing to her chest and face. She absently rolls to her back and stares blankly into the rafters!
Ortega bounces to a neutral as Cameron pleads with her teacher to beat the bell, but Mishy isn’t moving, arms and legs parted as they extend from her motionless torso, a couple eye blinks all Michelle can manage as the official counts it out to TEN!
YOUR WINNER VIA KO6…JENNA ORTEGA!
AFTER: Bedlam as Jenna shuts the door on a potential losing streak and throws the gate to flyweight contendership wide open, leaving the keeper demolished at her feet.
“I beat her. I beat her,” an overcome Ortega shouts, wandering around the ring, pronouncing the obvious.
Not just beat, but the smelling salts are called upon to wake Mishy from her stupor.
By the time Jenna comes to collect, Michelle’s seated and in no condition to decline a walk. The Latina shoves Dove aside when Cameron tries to interfere on her mentor’s behalf.
Ortega scoops Michelle under the blonde’s arms and lifts her vanquished foe to ragdoll status. She guides a bewildered Michelle through the shameful stroll, Jenna showing off her prize to cheering Global partners and scowling Consortium faces.
Ortega turns and gives Mishy a peck on the cheek before tossing the rubber-legged blonde off to an attendant who quickly transfers the beaten bundle to Dove.
Meanwhile, Jenna finds the nearest lens.
“She’s one of the best ever and she isn’t enough for me! Who’s next?!”
