Solomia Maievska versus Laci Kay Somers

Before the fight, as she was strapping on her gloves, Solomia Maievska was approached by reporters, having been marked as an unfamiliar face.

Reporter: Are you the mystery fighter marked on the card?

Solomia: Yes.

Reporter: Intriguing. What’s your name? Where are you from? Which stable do you belong to?

Solomia: I’m Solomia Maievska, from Ukraine. Lutsk, specifically. I am currently affiliated with Revolution Boxing.

Reporter: Just let me compliment you on your exceptional English. Hardly an accent! Or maybe we’ve just been spoiled by Hollywood. Anyways, why did you join Revolution Boxing?

Solomia: To be… revolutionary. Let me put it this way: if I had joined a stable like Lookout or VIXENs, they have their prizefighters, they have their flagships, and their order is established. Not so for Revolution Boxing. I hope that I will be the addition that pushes it to critical mass. There is space here to grow while Kate Upton will always be Kate Upton. I’m here to dethrone her, not here to fight and fall in her shadow.

Reporter: Who is your opponent tonight? It cannot be Kate herself, can it?

Solomia: *smiling” No, no. I am not so great as to command that much attention. It’s Laci Kay Somers.

Reporter: Is it JMD? You… pardon me, but that figure is perfect for JMD.

Solomia: laughs It really is. I’m 32H, if you care to know, but I think I’ll try my hand elsewhere first. Maybe the Lightweight title.

Reporter: I see. Good luck.

It turned out that she didn’t need it. Despite it being her first official foray into the ring, ringside spectators could not help but wonder if Solomia had privately trained behind the curtains, so to speak, before making her descent on the FCBA. Laci Kay showed a bit of brightness in the third and fourth rounds, pushing the Ukrainian model to the ropes twice, but in the face of superior strength, superior skill, and superior speed, she was at the end of her line by round five.

She stumbles sideways, gruffly exhaling as Solomia pumps her again. A stream of drool dribbles to the mat as her knees wobble and as her shoulder tips into Solomia’s chest. Solomia keeps up the assault. Laci gutturally wails as her quaking form is slung gracelessly into the ropes, knocked back but not down. Still standing, she raises her guard again, and tightens in a screw, as though ready to pounce.

Solomia is frustrated at her resilience, but, resolute herself, baits Laci into a half-hearted charge even as she tries to trick the newbie into believing she was somehow unscathed. A thunderous smack erupts as Solomia twists her head to the side with a hook to the chin, a mouthful of blood spattering across the canvas as she flies into the ropes. The mangled American limply bounces off the ropes, then groans as her thighs parted and she sinks into a graceless mess, her crumbled frame slumped on the canvas in a puddle of limbs.

SHE’S DONE, SHE’S DONE!! KO5 Solomia Maievska in supreme dominance!