Post by Lookout! Boxing on May 31, 2024 23:42:06 GMT -6
Mikie Hara vs Camilla Cabello
(Words: Revolution / Results: Lookout!)
R1: Mikie Hara shows us the meaning of champion in round one, skill-gapping Cabello with her signature power, demolishing the Latina fighter methodically. Cabello tries to fight back by targeting the liver, which is an area Mikie is known to be weak in, but cannot get to it because she’s taking too many punches, most of all to the head.
R2: Camilla claws her way back with a steady defense, giving ground to gain space, letting Mikie chase her around the ring and only standing her ground once Mikie gets up to speed. Energy transferred equals ½ mass times velocity squared, and what a physical physics lesson Camilla is giving her! But Mikie is giving back almost as good as she is taking, not letting Cabello set the tempo of the dance or take the round by more than a single point.
R3: Hara again, for she seems to have figured out Cabello’s shtick of carrot-on-a-stick, and drives full tilt forward, unleashing her full power into Cabello’s body. Tanks are built with fewer backward gears, and so it is with humans. Metaphorically, at least. Finding herself cornered but unable to get out, Cabello concedes the round by a wide margin.
R4: Dazed and hurt but not done, Camilla meets Mikie punch for punch and somehow comes off better, forcing the Japanese girl to close in with a clinch, erasing the range that she needs. That doesn’t stop Camilla from drilling into Hara’s liver, though, even as Hara tries to take her head off with hooks that rock her skull.
R5: Camilla tries to continue doing what she did last round, but Mikie has wised up and does not go all-in, hanging back instead in a rare approach for such an aggressive fighter. At first she is patient, but Camilla is unwilling to wait forever and finally dives in in the second minute.
BOOM!
Hara’s fist sails over Cabello’s own, and, by virtue of a tilt of the body, hits first, rocking the Latina back. She blubbers incoherently as Hara shoves another punch through her crumbling guard, clacking her teeth together with an uppercut that sprays more blood than spit from her lips. Camilla crumbles to the mat, staring blankly at the bright whiteness above as the count of ten comes, arrives, and passes her by.