Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 27, 2024 0:31:44 GMT -6
Kelsey Merritt
vs Joy Corrigan
Before: Corrigan being eclipsed by a surging Kubicka, seeing if she can go to the well again after beating Kelsey last year: “I haven’t seen any change, certainly not for the better. There’s no reason why this fight should be any different from last time.”
Kelsey anything but contrite. “I can’t say anything about Joy, because she hasn’t done ANYTHING! She hasn’t been in a fight since November. It’s a good thing we’re fighting on sand, because the first time I catch her a good one, she’s gonna be spreading rust all over the ring. Do I need to wear a mask?”
Kelsey in black triangle-cut bikini with white trim, black gloves, hair loose down her back. Joy in white bandeau and frilly bottoms, matching gloves, chin-length hair loose. Both fighters barefoot in the sand.
R1: Round takes place on a little patch of sand near Joy’s corner, both girls just standing each other up and hammering each other with hooks—nobody’s moving, nobody’s getting cute, they’re just clubbing away with serious intentions toe to toe. First Kelsey’s busier-she’s bending at the knees to work Corrigan’s midriff, then standing up into a tight hook on the chin. Joy’s also getting off in sustained bursts of hooks, using her left elbow to stabilize against Kelsey’s guard, then just clubbing off 2 and 3 hooks to the breasts and face as brunette sullenly takes. Each fighter stiffened at times as the other hurts her— beauties tilting to their side, sagging into the roes occasionally, or groaning when one digs particularly successfully to the tummy . Hard working, hard hitting drawn round to kick off the fight.
R2: Kelsey beats her blonde to the hook, consolidates with a little shouider push and a very short lick on the teeth inside that gets Joy sleepwalking backwards. Merritt patiently walking Corrigan down, crowding in close hen going to the hips and midriff with curling, jerking abuse, blonde swooning as she lays in with Kelsey. Down the stretch, Merritt turns her torso into a cracking right uppercut om the inside and its Corrigan’s turn to tremble, blonde immediately tying up in a desperation clinch, Kelsey feverishly trying to right through the clinch to pile on Joy’s belly. Punching after bell, referee separates the girls with glares all around.
R3: Joy guts-up, takes the fight to Kelsey! Merritt suffering against the ropes now, just as defensively inept as Corrigan had been, grimacing as she lays on her right side at the ropes, fielding hooks in her body, breasts and face. Joy getting big—she’ll punish Kelsey, then crowd in with her body to press the girl into the ropes to reset, Philipina wench groggy, not answering back, bout tied up after 3.
R4: Joy fights Kelsey to a standstill midring—an important achievement for the blonde. Merritt moving her head, bending at the waist, getting under the educated left of Corrigan and coming out of the crouch with wide hooks to the breasts. Joy countering that move with well timed little uppercuts, hoisting ‘em up into Kelsey’s jugs as the brunette leaps in. Down the stretch, Corrigan fades to the ropes, closing up her stance, putting the left shoulder into Merritt, rolling with punches while looking to counter, blonde being too patient, not pulling the trigger often enough—most of what the judges see is Kelsey throwing punches from a strong, wide stance.
R5: Joy squaring up to meet Kelsey’s challenge and banging with the willowy brunette until Merritt backs out of the kitchen with a shocked expression. Corrigan hopping forward, gets Kelsey toppling with lunging lefts and rights—girls careen across the ring to hit the ropes hard—Joy on top with her shoulder in Merritt’s armpit. Leans back to pull a hard hook across Kelsey’s chin and MERRITT IS HURT! Kelsey’s legs lock and Joy puts punches together, uppercutting Filipina’s bosom with clipping left, chopping down with short right hands on the face AND DOWN GOES MERRITT! Gutcheck for Kelsey as she struggles to beat a count and it’s ON ropeside. Merritt all covered up, trying to clip Corrigan with little counter hooks in between blonde swings—Joy loading up and digging to the hips and head with beefy left hooks and clouting right hands. Both girls soak up splattering blows flush in the grim give and take.—sensational round sees Corrigan pump her fist exhaustedly as Meritt grimaces at the bell.
R6: Kelsey going to the stomach with plunging underhand rights, sinking the blows in, then bodying up as Joy goes limp. Merritt walks Corrigan to the ropes and PLUNDERS the blonde’s midsection with scooping, digging lefts and rights. Joy helpless to prevent the destruction, lolling out over her feet, covered up and fading badly as Kelsey just HEAPS on punishment with speedy, lashing punches. Merritt punching as hard and as often as she ever has, works rhythmically, puffing through an open mouth, bending from side to side to heave her punches up into Corrigan and it’s too much. A badly battered Joy collapses into Kelsey, sliding down the brunette’s body as Merritt continues to lift little lefts and rights up into the girl’s torso. Corrigan puddling onto the sand—Kelsey strutting with hands held high—KO6 Kelsey Merritt.
After: Turnabout is fair play, Kelsey taking Joy on two laps around the ring before she’s shooed out to make way for the next fight. Merritt shoving Corrigan to a seat in the sand, places hands on her hips, then brings them up to eye-level. It’s been an afternoon for facesits and Kelsey mockingly pretends to be measuring Joy for one before sniffing dismissively, spinning on her heel, flirting her bum and heading off to the showers.
vs Joy Corrigan
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: Corrigan being eclipsed by a surging Kubicka, seeing if she can go to the well again after beating Kelsey last year: “I haven’t seen any change, certainly not for the better. There’s no reason why this fight should be any different from last time.”
Kelsey anything but contrite. “I can’t say anything about Joy, because she hasn’t done ANYTHING! She hasn’t been in a fight since November. It’s a good thing we’re fighting on sand, because the first time I catch her a good one, she’s gonna be spreading rust all over the ring. Do I need to wear a mask?”
Kelsey in black triangle-cut bikini with white trim, black gloves, hair loose down her back. Joy in white bandeau and frilly bottoms, matching gloves, chin-length hair loose. Both fighters barefoot in the sand.
R1: Round takes place on a little patch of sand near Joy’s corner, both girls just standing each other up and hammering each other with hooks—nobody’s moving, nobody’s getting cute, they’re just clubbing away with serious intentions toe to toe. First Kelsey’s busier-she’s bending at the knees to work Corrigan’s midriff, then standing up into a tight hook on the chin. Joy’s also getting off in sustained bursts of hooks, using her left elbow to stabilize against Kelsey’s guard, then just clubbing off 2 and 3 hooks to the breasts and face as brunette sullenly takes. Each fighter stiffened at times as the other hurts her— beauties tilting to their side, sagging into the roes occasionally, or groaning when one digs particularly successfully to the tummy . Hard working, hard hitting drawn round to kick off the fight.
R2: Kelsey beats her blonde to the hook, consolidates with a little shouider push and a very short lick on the teeth inside that gets Joy sleepwalking backwards. Merritt patiently walking Corrigan down, crowding in close hen going to the hips and midriff with curling, jerking abuse, blonde swooning as she lays in with Kelsey. Down the stretch, Merritt turns her torso into a cracking right uppercut om the inside and its Corrigan’s turn to tremble, blonde immediately tying up in a desperation clinch, Kelsey feverishly trying to right through the clinch to pile on Joy’s belly. Punching after bell, referee separates the girls with glares all around.
R3: Joy guts-up, takes the fight to Kelsey! Merritt suffering against the ropes now, just as defensively inept as Corrigan had been, grimacing as she lays on her right side at the ropes, fielding hooks in her body, breasts and face. Joy getting big—she’ll punish Kelsey, then crowd in with her body to press the girl into the ropes to reset, Philipina wench groggy, not answering back, bout tied up after 3.
R4: Joy fights Kelsey to a standstill midring—an important achievement for the blonde. Merritt moving her head, bending at the waist, getting under the educated left of Corrigan and coming out of the crouch with wide hooks to the breasts. Joy countering that move with well timed little uppercuts, hoisting ‘em up into Kelsey’s jugs as the brunette leaps in. Down the stretch, Corrigan fades to the ropes, closing up her stance, putting the left shoulder into Merritt, rolling with punches while looking to counter, blonde being too patient, not pulling the trigger often enough—most of what the judges see is Kelsey throwing punches from a strong, wide stance.
R5: Joy squaring up to meet Kelsey’s challenge and banging with the willowy brunette until Merritt backs out of the kitchen with a shocked expression. Corrigan hopping forward, gets Kelsey toppling with lunging lefts and rights—girls careen across the ring to hit the ropes hard—Joy on top with her shoulder in Merritt’s armpit. Leans back to pull a hard hook across Kelsey’s chin and MERRITT IS HURT! Kelsey’s legs lock and Joy puts punches together, uppercutting Filipina’s bosom with clipping left, chopping down with short right hands on the face AND DOWN GOES MERRITT! Gutcheck for Kelsey as she struggles to beat a count and it’s ON ropeside. Merritt all covered up, trying to clip Corrigan with little counter hooks in between blonde swings—Joy loading up and digging to the hips and head with beefy left hooks and clouting right hands. Both girls soak up splattering blows flush in the grim give and take.—sensational round sees Corrigan pump her fist exhaustedly as Meritt grimaces at the bell.
R6: Kelsey going to the stomach with plunging underhand rights, sinking the blows in, then bodying up as Joy goes limp. Merritt walks Corrigan to the ropes and PLUNDERS the blonde’s midsection with scooping, digging lefts and rights. Joy helpless to prevent the destruction, lolling out over her feet, covered up and fading badly as Kelsey just HEAPS on punishment with speedy, lashing punches. Merritt punching as hard and as often as she ever has, works rhythmically, puffing through an open mouth, bending from side to side to heave her punches up into Corrigan and it’s too much. A badly battered Joy collapses into Kelsey, sliding down the brunette’s body as Merritt continues to lift little lefts and rights up into the girl’s torso. Corrigan puddling onto the sand—Kelsey strutting with hands held high—KO6 Kelsey Merritt.
After: Turnabout is fair play, Kelsey taking Joy on two laps around the ring before she’s shooed out to make way for the next fight. Merritt shoving Corrigan to a seat in the sand, places hands on her hips, then brings them up to eye-level. It’s been an afternoon for facesits and Kelsey mockingly pretends to be measuring Joy for one before sniffing dismissively, spinning on her heel, flirting her bum and heading off to the showers.