Post by Lookout! Boxing on Apr 29, 2023 0:13:29 GMT -6
Olivia Holt
vs Isabela Merced
Before: Isabela brutally honest in prefight. "This past year is no aberration for Olivia," Merced proclaims. "I've got a file this thick on Holt and you know what it says? You compare tape of Blondie during her title reign and against Maddie Ziegler and you'll see degradation all across the board. Olivia Holt is shot. When Lilly Collins is hurting you repeatedly with those sissy slaps of hers, you know you're damaged goods."
Olivia dumbfounded by the boldness, shaking her head in mock admiration, " I was lukewarm about this fight when it was announced, but, baby, I gotta hand it to you - I really want to harm you now. Thanks for waking me up, chump!"
Olivia in a brown and black tiger stripe, black gloves, hair up in a battle bun. Isabela has gone for a midnight black sports bra, with short black and blue tights to complement her caramel skin and black gloves, her dark brown hair in a bun.
R1: Olivia being tall early, feeding Isabela the jab; takes the brunette a minute to negotiate her way past it. Inside, girls pushing in with heads-and-shoulders closely grouped...out of the scrum, Merced clips a short right uppercut, sending tremors down Holt’s dancer legs. ‘Livy hurt, Isabela reaches under blonde arms, muscles Holt to ropes...it's Merced writhing atop her blonde, wrestling Olivia into position, then pounding away. Methodical thump applied: punches for Holt's waist, lats, and ripping little right uppercuts inside leave blonde staring at bell. Merced with plenty of attitude - pushing up off Olivia at ropes all "I'm big", leaving blonde girl sputtering in denial.
R2: Olivia the aggressor - weaving on the way in - spitting a double-jab to negotiate distance. Once inside - fighters pushing and crowding - strongest legs in the sport straining to hold canvas. From inside the scrum, Holt starts jerking little right uppercuts - just a tight, shrugging action in close, chipping away on Merced's chin. Isabela jolting on impact - her head doesn't fly back, but her knees soften up...she's hurt again, suddenly malleable. Second verse, same as the first, ‘Livy reaches in under Merced's arms, muscles her to ropes, wrestles her down, applies leather in sustained, measured doses. Isabela beaten soundly about her waistline/hips; thumped upon both lats; both biceps clobbered in close...once the softening barrage is complete, Olivia lays in close, shrugging extra right uppercuts to brunette's chin as Merced's stooped forward in earmuff. Bell: Holt pushes up off badly shaken Merced, backing up to her corner, watching Isobel walk wobbly-butt back to her stool.
R3: Isabela rallies, puts together a sound round of boxing/punching from a wide, strong stance. Simple fare - Merced extending on the jab, making Holt defend, then feeding her muscular right hands down the stretch. Olivia partially blocking, but still slowed by sock on her way in: Isabela able to keep her distance, pound away outside, then step to her right to turn action midring. Holt not shut out, but it takes her TWO minutes to get to Merced's ribcage - by that time, Isabela's got the points.
R4: Olivia fighting tall, but not hanging back - heavy left jabs/crashing right crosses forcing Isabela to bob, block and weave on the defensive. Merced popping up inside, though, following up heavy one-twos with brawny pushes - palming up on Holt's shoulders and shoving her backwards, showing her considerable strength with these maneuvers, not allowing the clinch and forcing both fighters to keep taking damage. Down the stretch, Oliva whacks a vicious hook across Isabela’s chin as brunette bobs in earmuff...crowd oohing and ahhing as Merced spins away wincing from the blast.
R5: Oliva crowding inside, walking Isabela to ropes: brunette's back on cables, hands pulling down on Holt's head as women brawl inside. Merced keeping her head below ‘Livy's chin, blonde’s hands pawing at Isabela's wrists, dragging them down, then chopping in short-clout from either side. Merced laying back on ropes, keeping elbows in, pulling down Holt's head with either hand, then fetch her the short-shrugging uppercut with opposite hand. Bruising, hacking, chopping stuff: Olivia working hard, refusing to give up her position as Isabela looks for leverage inside. Halfway through, Holt WHACKS left hook to paunch; doubles the left into a jolting left uppercut inside; Merced rocks back into ropes, then slouches forward in earmuff, suddenly stricken! ‘Livy free to work now: chopping side-arm right takes Isabela in behind left elbow; left uppercut splits the mitts, picking brunette's drowsy face up off her mitts; left hook chops in behind left elbow; right uppercut jolts the chin and MERCED PITCHES FORWARD! Isabela's mitts on her face as she jacknifes to canvas, spreading out tummy-down, her face still in her gloves. Olivia stepping over \ her foe en route to neutral corner, blonde doesn't even glance down. That's it, Merced doesn't move off her tummy - she's stopped KO5 by Olivia Holt.
After: Olivia roaring—huge boost to her confidence following the Ziegler debacle. Isabela still woozy, pasted senseless by her lissome foe on the night. HOLT WANTS MORE! Olivia de-gloved, pushing through the crowd to yank Isabela up off her stool by her meaty left bicep. Angry Broadway star takes battered TV star for a walk of shame, inspiring a healthy mix of boos and cheers from the audience.
vs Isabela Merced
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: Isabela brutally honest in prefight. "This past year is no aberration for Olivia," Merced proclaims. "I've got a file this thick on Holt and you know what it says? You compare tape of Blondie during her title reign and against Maddie Ziegler and you'll see degradation all across the board. Olivia Holt is shot. When Lilly Collins is hurting you repeatedly with those sissy slaps of hers, you know you're damaged goods."
Olivia dumbfounded by the boldness, shaking her head in mock admiration, " I was lukewarm about this fight when it was announced, but, baby, I gotta hand it to you - I really want to harm you now. Thanks for waking me up, chump!"
Olivia in a brown and black tiger stripe, black gloves, hair up in a battle bun. Isabela has gone for a midnight black sports bra, with short black and blue tights to complement her caramel skin and black gloves, her dark brown hair in a bun.
R1: Olivia being tall early, feeding Isabela the jab; takes the brunette a minute to negotiate her way past it. Inside, girls pushing in with heads-and-shoulders closely grouped...out of the scrum, Merced clips a short right uppercut, sending tremors down Holt’s dancer legs. ‘Livy hurt, Isabela reaches under blonde arms, muscles Holt to ropes...it's Merced writhing atop her blonde, wrestling Olivia into position, then pounding away. Methodical thump applied: punches for Holt's waist, lats, and ripping little right uppercuts inside leave blonde staring at bell. Merced with plenty of attitude - pushing up off Olivia at ropes all "I'm big", leaving blonde girl sputtering in denial.
R2: Olivia the aggressor - weaving on the way in - spitting a double-jab to negotiate distance. Once inside - fighters pushing and crowding - strongest legs in the sport straining to hold canvas. From inside the scrum, Holt starts jerking little right uppercuts - just a tight, shrugging action in close, chipping away on Merced's chin. Isabela jolting on impact - her head doesn't fly back, but her knees soften up...she's hurt again, suddenly malleable. Second verse, same as the first, ‘Livy reaches in under Merced's arms, muscles her to ropes, wrestles her down, applies leather in sustained, measured doses. Isabela beaten soundly about her waistline/hips; thumped upon both lats; both biceps clobbered in close...once the softening barrage is complete, Olivia lays in close, shrugging extra right uppercuts to brunette's chin as Merced's stooped forward in earmuff. Bell: Holt pushes up off badly shaken Merced, backing up to her corner, watching Isobel walk wobbly-butt back to her stool.
R3: Isabela rallies, puts together a sound round of boxing/punching from a wide, strong stance. Simple fare - Merced extending on the jab, making Holt defend, then feeding her muscular right hands down the stretch. Olivia partially blocking, but still slowed by sock on her way in: Isabela able to keep her distance, pound away outside, then step to her right to turn action midring. Holt not shut out, but it takes her TWO minutes to get to Merced's ribcage - by that time, Isabela's got the points.
R4: Olivia fighting tall, but not hanging back - heavy left jabs/crashing right crosses forcing Isabela to bob, block and weave on the defensive. Merced popping up inside, though, following up heavy one-twos with brawny pushes - palming up on Holt's shoulders and shoving her backwards, showing her considerable strength with these maneuvers, not allowing the clinch and forcing both fighters to keep taking damage. Down the stretch, Oliva whacks a vicious hook across Isabela’s chin as brunette bobs in earmuff...crowd oohing and ahhing as Merced spins away wincing from the blast.
R5: Oliva crowding inside, walking Isabela to ropes: brunette's back on cables, hands pulling down on Holt's head as women brawl inside. Merced keeping her head below ‘Livy's chin, blonde’s hands pawing at Isabela's wrists, dragging them down, then chopping in short-clout from either side. Merced laying back on ropes, keeping elbows in, pulling down Holt's head with either hand, then fetch her the short-shrugging uppercut with opposite hand. Bruising, hacking, chopping stuff: Olivia working hard, refusing to give up her position as Isabela looks for leverage inside. Halfway through, Holt WHACKS left hook to paunch; doubles the left into a jolting left uppercut inside; Merced rocks back into ropes, then slouches forward in earmuff, suddenly stricken! ‘Livy free to work now: chopping side-arm right takes Isabela in behind left elbow; left uppercut splits the mitts, picking brunette's drowsy face up off her mitts; left hook chops in behind left elbow; right uppercut jolts the chin and MERCED PITCHES FORWARD! Isabela's mitts on her face as she jacknifes to canvas, spreading out tummy-down, her face still in her gloves. Olivia stepping over \ her foe en route to neutral corner, blonde doesn't even glance down. That's it, Merced doesn't move off her tummy - she's stopped KO5 by Olivia Holt.
After: Olivia roaring—huge boost to her confidence following the Ziegler debacle. Isabela still woozy, pasted senseless by her lissome foe on the night. HOLT WANTS MORE! Olivia de-gloved, pushing through the crowd to yank Isabela up off her stool by her meaty left bicep. Angry Broadway star takes battered TV star for a walk of shame, inspiring a healthy mix of boos and cheers from the audience.