Olivia Holt versus Dafne Keen

Olivia Holt vs


Dafne Keen


Before: Young flyweights coming off tuff losses to close out last year: each eager to make up for that against the other. "I don't know," Dafne speculates, feigning innocence, "it ALMOST looks like Olivia's stable is sort of disappointed, so they're focusing on Camila. I don't know for sure if that is the case, but if Blondie were really enough, why make this move? I love that Cami's moving up because I think she's a great fighter, but I also think the easiest way there is through her gatekeeper . I'm really curious to see what she brings - and if it's really all that much anymore!"

Olivia pursing her lips - wise to Dafne's act. "Quit trying to stir the pot," Holt grins. "Your stable know as well as I do that it takes two girls to rule a division properly. I'm not being replaced by Cami - I've formed an unbeatable tandem with her - and I'm looking forward to show you just how it all fits together."

Olivia is back in her signature black high-waisted bikini, matching gloves, shoulder-length hair loose over back and breasts. Dafne grinds her red gloves together in front of her chest. She has a red sports bra with gold trim, red trunks with her surname in gold on her waistband and red shoes, hair tied into a braid.


R1: Olivia aggressive midring - slapping long hooks/driving in straight right hands up the middle: Dafne's buzzed. Keen forming a sturdy V front against Holt's strong strokes: trying to duck and close. ‘Livy jabs the V, then deploys sidearm right hands heavily to ribs, shaking Dafne's sturdy torso, working right/left either side, tearing up that firm waist. Sumptuous, one-sided stuff as Holt hammers Keen all around the ring. Steady drumbeat loosens Dafne down the stretch: she's frowning, throbbing, grimacing at Olivia's roundhouse rights bashing against left flank. Holt drilling away up top - penetrating the V guard with straight one-twos: right hand bouncing off Keen’s forehead, then finding her chin as brunette staggers to ropes. ‘Livy wide eyed as she hops-with, staying at range - just rifling in one-two after one-two, denying Dafne any chance to turn this opening round around.

R2: Olivia dukes up, elbows in: she jabs midring, looking for right hands, but Dafne's starting to time her blonde. Keen beating Holt to right hands, then jerking into come-back hooks – blonde’s turn to be punched off her. ‘Livy stepping to her left, trying to regroup. Pressure from Dafne: heavy, whacking right/lefts against sturdy AMD champion-calibre tummy, followed by jerking left uppercuts and short right crosses to back Holt up. Fight drifts to ropes, Keen on top: hard-eyed brunette administers punishing payback – palming Olivia’s left shoulder/breast to prep, then shellacking her rights and lefts. Holt paralyzed, mouth open: she's punched dizzy as Keen's heavy hands do harm in the second.

R3: Olivia hands loose at chest, chin tucked. She'll form V when threatened, but otherwise she's stalking forward, double-jabbing, looking to turn over the short, piledriving right, then clean up muscular hooks as Dafne's bobbing and rolling. Keen sliding away, looking to bait Holt in, then tee off: big, looping haymakers from the crouch aren't working. ‘Livy precise, quick-handed, methodical: she's walking Dafne down in a wide circle, punching up top to get brunette rolling defensively, then digging brawny at the ribcage, punching Keen repeately about her breast line. Dafne stepping away in visible distress, Olivia mixing in a wide, swinging right roundhouse to clap flank when brunette's sliding away: Taryn Terell at ringside not happy about the development.

R4: Dafne stooping, jabbing to Olivia's body: change in level helps brunette find the range. Holt jabbing back stiff to chest and face, still scoring heavily: thumping left hand techniques scorch both women. Keen breaks up the poking rhythm with a slapping decoy hook wide to face; BOOMING sidearm right to jaw and DOWN GOES ‘LIVY! Big, whacking blast blows Holt to her back: she's a stunned beauty, picking head up off canvas, blinking, looking around in astonishment. Keen hopping to Olivia, jabs head and body sort blonde out: cranky, sullen expression on her face as Holt's forced to ring apron. Stalking pressure from Dafne: putting her jab on Olivia's left shoulder/breast, turning over the occasional hook to face. Holt moping to her right along ropes, wrists crossed at her breasts, pouting as she absorbs Keen's systematic shelling. ‘Livy baiting traps - late the round she triggers sneaky roll-and-counter right uppercuts off the ropes: Dafne spooked, brushed back - she's prevented from really going at her girl.


R5: Dafne frustrated, looking to hurt Olivia, leaning in on front foot, dipping left shoulder to gouge left uppercuts short-n'-rigid to blonde's body. Holt unleashing torrential right hands, catching Keen good-swinging clout: blonde proving sturdy as each fighter buffetted off her stance in turn. Latter half the round – ‘Livy landing, then immediately reaching under Dafne's arms to tie up: brunette cranky - holding arms out to her sides, trying to hasten ref's breaks.

R6: Dafne’s battle-braid a-bouncing as Olivia shifts away to her right. Big, stepped-in jab knocking at Holt's left eye, punching her head back: blonde swelling up, shying away as Keen walks her down. Sweeping right hand catches ‘Livy just beneath the jug line: she shouts in pain, hugs her body, stumbles to her right and backs into ropes, eyes shining up moist. Dafne grinning, jogging in to clean up and EATS A LOOPING RIGHT HAND! Crazy-desperate overhand right as Holt catches Keen charging in: big head-swivel, her body suddenly limp, pirouetteing-clockwise as she crosses Olivia’s front to crash down on her back. Holt still hugging her gut in agony, but suddenly ferocious, screaming incoherently as she sits in ropes while sliding hurt to neutral corner. Keen's eyelashes fluttering as she comes around...she rolls into ropes, pulls herself upright...she's swaying on the spot at 10, lips parted, eyes glazed and the REF WAVES IT OFF! TKO6 for Olivia Holt in come from behind fashion!

After: Both fighters a sight: Olivia hugging her ribcage between bellowing in triumph after snapping her losing streak, vindicating her supporters at long last. Dafne swaying, mumbling in confused protest as ref holds her up: moment of carelessness all it takes to end a fight that was heading her way.