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Post by oddmanout on Dec 10, 2023 6:19:39 GMT -6
O&E house rules contain a controversial "Mila clause" that reserves the fifth title defense for an in-house opponent. With little to choose between the two bantamweight powerhouses, it's going to have to be settled head-to-head on the sand!
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Post by oddmanout on Dec 10, 2023 6:22:03 GMT -6
Lea Elui vs Emily Feld Before: Couple of debuts today: “Scared? Why would I be scared?" Lea says when asked about her taller opponent. " I'm not worried at all about her size - this is the kind of girl I'd fight in a bearhugging contest, or straight up wrestling - whatever. We'll see how big she REALLY is once I hit her." Emily thought of as the favorite due to a significant reach advantage, but how much will that translate to the sand? "I've always been told that I'm not powerful enough to fight on sand, but I look at girls like Charlize Theron or Blake Lively and they've just done just fine without booming right hands. I'm tall and I'll fight tall - we'll see if Frenchie can handle it." Ringpost in sand setup. Lea enters first in a black demicup bikini top with white waves, black thong, matching gloves, hair loose and long. Emily in a flat black triangle-cut bikini, white gloves, hair wet and slicked back; accompanied by Ellie Thumann of FFC as her corner coach. Both fighters barefoot in the sand. R1: Lea baring her teeth, stepping-to aggressively: she slaps wide, amateurish punches about Emily’s head and shoulders. Feld crouching into the batting wallop, hands at temples—she straighten up, clouting a pair of short, clipping hooks to mouth, backing Elui up in polished fashion. Lea undeterred—steadies herself, roars back in—slapping and wailing away in pinwheel fashion. Emily crouches low to ride out the turbulence—then looking for her spots to hook Elui, or ease a shoulder into brunette’s torso to shove her off. Thumann in Emily’s corner, clapping, shouting loud encouragement. If nothing else, Lea’s got enthusiasm, but Feld is simply outpositioning an exuberant Frenchwoman for first round points. R2: Emily overwhelmed as Lea comes whirling in: brunette bending low, exploding upwards to hook her quarry. FELD’S ROCKED! Emily backing away in distress, Lea’s kicking up sand as she barrels in, Aussie tackled hard to ropes, then groaning as Elui pumps a series of plugging left hands to paunch while crowding in: Feld grimacing, folding forward with gloves stacked right atop left at her midsection. Lea squares away, pushing in with her left shoulder to stabilize then going to waistline with working-woman’s rights and lefts—beating the model behind either elbow. Emily composed—breathing through pursed lips: she’s being punished here, but she’s absorbing in good order, dipping low to slip any head shots. Lea setting a torrid pace—alternately squashing her girl to ropes, or slugging crazily at body: by the final minute, Frenchwoman’s mouthbreathing in the heat. Feld tucks a short, shrugging hook in Elui’s available tummy; hooks her tits; sidesteps to her right, then trades right hands to chin as brunette’s still pitchin’. Emily’s punch shorter, weightier—Lea’s shunted into ropes as Aussie neatly reverses field. Cool, collected shove-n’-slug administered as Feld works out of a loose stacked-hands posture, using her left shoulder to bump and jostle. Thumann clapping, hooting—it’s still a Elui round, but Emily’s looking like the better schooled prospect through 2. R3: Contrast in forms: Emily almost expressionless, exhaling through pursed lips, eyes thoughtful as she plies her trade. Lea’s eyes wild as her swings, lips curled off her teeth, jugs a-sloshing with her side-to-side swinging, Feld fighting a series of controlled exchanges—stepping inside the arc of Elui’s wallops, allowing them to wrap around, then working tidily to brunette’s tits and tummy with cuffing swat. Emily edging in behind her shoulder: she’s steadily backing Lea up, removing much of the threat in the process as Frenchwoman’s reduced to flailing arm punches. Good thump to the body: Feld safety-first, slipping her way inside, getting off so short, she’s hard to counter—not that Elui’s capable of timing punches by the looks of things. R4: Lea's right hand punches Emily's jab out of the air: brunette in off the parry, snapping left/right to midsection, bunching Feld up. Elui tart-punching, bringing her mitts back to her chin as she crouches close, then redeploys with sharp, biting combos. Emily grunting under ringing blows to her waist and ribs: she bends forward to slip; blonde skids short uppercuts off the top of Elui's overhanging head. Pressure from Lea, she jabs as Emily's withdrawing, then closes to club away inside: blonde's lips curling off her teeth as she covers up against thump. Elui beating the choicest ingenue flesh out of Oz: good rip applied to arms, breasts, ribs and tummy. Feld's head movement still very effective - she's rarely touched clean to the noggin; most of Lea's best work getting done in the Aussie torso. Break: Thumann reminds Feld to "Clinch when she gets inside - don't let her get busy on you." R5: Emily upbeat; happy to be punching; walking Lea in, then getting off first. Feld's right hand around her thighs...she'll kiss it criss-cross across Elui's punch-shiny face with palm-down delivery, then repeat with the left, pasting away to glory. Lea stumbling into the hurt – Emily sidestepping all gangly - tight buttocks trembling in her itsy-bitsy bottoms as she steps and punches with lanky abandon. It's all too much, Elui open-mouthed, stumbling, taking punches and DOWN SHE GOES! Exhausted brunette ragdolls onto the sand, rolling to her back with agonized expression...she's so hurt, trying to roll-over to either side, but it's just no-go. KO5 Emily Feld in a nice try-out video for FFC!
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Post by oddmanout on Dec 10, 2023 6:26:36 GMT -6
Princess of the Beach Elimination BoutAmanda Trivizas vs Demi Rose Before: Amanda advances over Lamborghini to get Demi, not a lot of people saw it working out that way. "I don't care what people think, or how often they write me off," says a pumped-up Rose in prefight, "I know who I am and what I can do in that boxing ring. As far as I'm concerned, Lizzie was the better-skilled opponent and I smashed her to pieces: Amanda's gonna get stopped well inside the distance. I promise!" Amanda smug - brawny confident in her tank tops...she's not impressed by the weight of experience on Demi's side. "Demi’s the biggest win of my career," Trivizas shrugs. "I'm definitely on a run, and that means a long day for her. She took Lizzie to the ropes: that's not nearly as good a place to be against me. I’ve sparred with her for a year now. Everything she counted on against Olsen isn't going to be there when we hook up. And when she realizes that, we're gonna see some classic Brit quit on the sand!" Ringpost in sand setup. Amanda enters in am orange scoop-halter top, matching thong, black gloves, hair loose and windblown wild. Demi in her comfortable pattern bikini, white gloves, hair loose and windblown wild. Both fighters barefoot in the sand. R1: Amanda with early jump, stuffs Demi into her home corner for a meat lockering session. All Trivizas all the time, sending a message with both fists, not to mention her head and elbows--she’s pushing up on Rose, wrestling her back, going to the body with stuffing punches and cramming right hands low, ref splits’em up: Demi bulling into Amanda, pays back in kind as she spins her stablemate into the corner for a beating. Rose fighting with exuberance, mashing her face against Trivizas and letting her fists plunge in at random. Amanda gritting her teeth, and soaking up the damage, trying to reach up under Demi’s arms and chest the jiggling dynamo back but without success. Raucous mouth on shoulder brawling at its best, girls feverishly trading with clipped shots in tight, but Demi’s got all the leverage. R2: SPECTACULAR toe to toe exchanges, girls getting off in turns, bashing punches splattering off shoulders, burying into ribcages, bouncing off skulls in shattering action. Amanda stepping around her girl, dipping her shoulders and really sinking in with shooting rights or reaching left hands to Demi’s stocky waist. Body punches hard enough to stop Rose from punching on occasion, and as she leans forward, Trivizas’ picking her up with tight little left uppercuts and hooks. Signs of bustage on Demi’s face, Amanda timing the champ well, scoring clean, hurtful blows and good ring control to pull even on the cards. R3: Demi the aggressor as expected, Amanda accepting the charge on her upper chest, then looking to roll and counter, keeping up with savage pace being set by a determined former champion. Trivizas’ back on the ropes seems like a mistake, but she’s catching Rose in between punches and scoring clean. Demi ignoring the damage, pouring on the hurt herself and sheer volume starts to pay off for her as well. Both girls bashing each other to the jawline and tummy&tits, sensational clouting blows, non-stop punching, Rose busier, probably scoops the round by a narrow margin. R4: Demi gets the jump—working off Amanda’s chest, bobbing inside to buck with her shoulders and snap off left/rights to the midriff. Trivizas grunting with the solid contact, but she keeps her cool rolls with punches at close range and blunts a lot of the incoming with shifty upperbody movement. By the middle minute, Amanda’s legs are back in control—she’s got Demi turning midring, eating the jab—has her Brit frustrated as she tries to close the gap. Rose getting out over her feet, Trivizas able to time the hook and drop a chopping right hand over the top, puts the former Princess wobbly butt at the break. R5: Amanda dancing in spots, turning her girl again, but eventually this thing gets shoulder to shoulder, pitting Demi’s handspeed against Trivizas’ power. Amanda thinking in there, using that left shoulder to steer Demi, nudge her around, then sudden right uppercuts on the chin. Left hooks on the ear thump off Rose’s skull. Demi still getting her touches to the breadbasket, but it’s Amanda’s round, both fighters starting to lump up nicely through the first half. R6: Demi jumping out like it’s the first round, bobs and weaves, stubs that little jab to the chest and ROARS over the top with a surprising right cross! Amanda caught on the temple, topples back and sets up on the ropes with her left shoulder pointed at Rose. Demi sweeping in a wide left hook to the belly button, shimmies those bethonged buns, shoulders Amanda to a seat on the ropes on follow through, Rose steps right all compact, exploding hooks out of her crouch against Trivizas’ chest and MOUTH! AMANDA’S HURT! Trivizas going limp against the strands, hands suddenly drooping, Rose bends into a bashing overhand right and AMANDA GOES DOWN! Trivizas climbs the strands, forms up awkwardly at the ropes, Demi piling on in, dipping to the right pulling a wrecking ball across Amanda’s teeth—listless head snap as Trivizas’ torso sways to the left—she’s helpless. Another booming right hand, another hook square in the face AND THE REF’S SEEN ENOUGH! TKO6 as Demi Rose secures the rematch with Camila to kick off 2024! After: Degloved contenders meet midring, Amanda giving Demi a big “no hard feelings hug” despite Rose locking in Princess of the Beach title fight in January and the looming possibility of kicking off the Best of 7 with Bella for the Bantam belts in February. Trivizas pushes back out of the embrace, keeps her hands on Demi’s shoulders, and says “We’re going to be doing this again, someday, and when I beat you, I’ll expect the same,” before dropping to her knees and planting a big, showy kiss and lick onto both of Rose’s breasts! It’s the almost never-seen JMD submission, but the rule goes back to the original Girls of Summer tournament, “Kiss ‘em or be KO’d by them,” you don’t HAVE to take door #2!
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