Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 27, 2024 0:53:21 GMT -6
Malu Trevejo vs
Samara Weaving
Before: Both beauties reportedly planning and training for KO victories--neither with an illusions about what that will entail for the loser. “It’s making for better fights,” Samara tells the press in preflight, defending the inevitable post fight smother. “Girls want to put jug to one another, but to get it, you have to knock your opponent out. So nobody’s coming in looking to play tiddlywinks: we’re in there slugging hard from the get-go, looking to hurt and drop the other girl, that gives me the green light to swing away.”
Malu heartily concurring: “There’s nothing in the world like pulling your hair back and hammering a cheap sl*t like Pelas or Sweeney up against the topes. Fans love it--and I like the face that the best girl wins--not the sneakiest or slickest. I think the media ought to get out of the morality business and stick to reporting facts: namely, that I’m going to ring Samara up and put her out to pasture!”
Malu in mismatched blue triangle-cut top, white bottoms, white gloves, sporting her new chin-length pixie curls. Samara in a black-and-white checked bandeau top, solid black bottoms, black gloves, hair loose and shoulder-length.
R1: Malu out with elbows in, hands up—she likes to step in, sweep wide with either hand, wants to be coming forward, Samara looking a little wide-eyed as punches scream into her guard—she’s giving ground, backing straight up in front of Latina heartthrob and that’s not good. Weaving staying composed, bending deep at the waist to get a shoulder into Trevejo, stepping out, changing up distance, trying to work her way around left shoulder. Good defensive moments for Sam as she avoids a lot of Malu’s power, but tattooed brunette the clear aggressor, getting full hips into sweeping bombs with nothing coming back.
R2&3: And THERE! Samara fading back, dipping, rolling, bends into a sneaky counter right on the chin, catching Malu flush. Trevejo’s rights sail over the top as her legs give a little shimmy, but she doesn’t let it stop her, Latina determined to walk through anything Aussie hits her with—Weaving not following up the potshots, continues to show defensive, stepping back in front of the younger woman, getting low to use the shoulder bump to the body, swiveling to the right. Sam continues to show defensive in the third, stepping back in front of Malu, Latina gets her legs back late and continues to hurl haymakers, finally jamming Weaving up against the ropes. Trevejo working hard, girls wrestling for position—Malu stronger, shoving her blonde into the strands, landing some cracking elbows to the jaw out of the lock-up. Down the stretch, Samara with some swinging right hands low, the walloping over the top finally shakes Malu’s legs—both fighters grimacing, hanging onto each other hurt at the bell.
R4: Malu keeps coming, stalking, walking her girl down, stepping in and swinging for the fences. Samara covering up, trying to pull the trigger on counters but she’s too selective, made tentative by Trevejo’s winging aggression. Weaving bending to the side—Malu’s right hand will bounce off the back, then she’ll twist into thumping lefts to the right breast—blonde letting punches burst off her body while protecting herself as best she can.
R5: Samara leaning back, slipping blows—Malu lunging, missing the right, and taking a crashing wide left on the jaw—Latina sent reeling to the ropes in big trouble. Trevejo on ramshackle legs, watery eyed—she starts to slip roll, clinch—anything to bog down the Weaving freight train. It’s effective—Sam charging in, not jabbing, often over-swinging and smothering herself against Malu—brunette can make blonde miss then wrap her up, hold for breaks. Frustrated fighters both warned repeatedly for elbows in the clinches, swinging lowblows and the like—Trevejo getting out of the round, but looking frazzled—Weaving’s just mauling her out there now.
R6: Return to form for Samara - she’s smelling blood, out strong to midring, butting shoulders with Malu, looking to get her licks in toe to toe. Weaving keeping her elbows in, turning on slashing punches with her body, really slicing a nice hook in under Trevejo’s chin, across her belly. Malu refusing to back off - bobbing rapidly at the waist, leading with her hook, stubbing out that blunt right hand in between Sam’s jugs or flat to proud Aussie tummy. Midway through - crowd pleasing, pounding give and take starts to accumulate in Weaving’s legs - she’s backing out, starting to give ground. Trevejo coming forward, stepping and swinging out of her crouch. Malu shaves a vicious right past Samara’s chin - just stepping into a beaut, cranking blonde’s head around in a vicious swivel - Weaving out on her feet, staggers limp into the ropes, folds to her side along the sand and it’s OVER! KO6 Malu Trevejo as she breaks her O&E jinx!
After: Malu exulting, strutting, taped right hand held high as left hair-hauls poor Samara out of the ring to exact her tribute at her leisure. Trevejo driving a brutal shoulder block deep to Weaving’s abdomen, bunching her up with a sob, leaving her breathless. Wonderfully efficient maneuver, easy to shove Sam to a seat in the sand. Malu riding Weaving to lie back before placing her booty on Aussie face, bully’s grin on her face as she shimmies into the smother.
Some side to side jerking and shaking--Malu wanting to cinch those glutes in tight--poor Samara hands pushing at thighs or tummy, or gripping Trevejo’s tits in a light grip. On and on and on--Malu setting an occasional hand on the sand for balance as she gives Sam more booty than she can handle. Finally, Trevejo with a flourish and a lascivious grin: Weaving sprawling on her back in deep slumber, face all clammy and moist from the soft press of Malu’s natis. Trevejo steps across the pile of used up blonde, struts away every inch the victrix.
Samara Weaving
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Before: Both beauties reportedly planning and training for KO victories--neither with an illusions about what that will entail for the loser. “It’s making for better fights,” Samara tells the press in preflight, defending the inevitable post fight smother. “Girls want to put jug to one another, but to get it, you have to knock your opponent out. So nobody’s coming in looking to play tiddlywinks: we’re in there slugging hard from the get-go, looking to hurt and drop the other girl, that gives me the green light to swing away.”
Malu heartily concurring: “There’s nothing in the world like pulling your hair back and hammering a cheap sl*t like Pelas or Sweeney up against the topes. Fans love it--and I like the face that the best girl wins--not the sneakiest or slickest. I think the media ought to get out of the morality business and stick to reporting facts: namely, that I’m going to ring Samara up and put her out to pasture!”
Malu in mismatched blue triangle-cut top, white bottoms, white gloves, sporting her new chin-length pixie curls. Samara in a black-and-white checked bandeau top, solid black bottoms, black gloves, hair loose and shoulder-length.
R1: Malu out with elbows in, hands up—she likes to step in, sweep wide with either hand, wants to be coming forward, Samara looking a little wide-eyed as punches scream into her guard—she’s giving ground, backing straight up in front of Latina heartthrob and that’s not good. Weaving staying composed, bending deep at the waist to get a shoulder into Trevejo, stepping out, changing up distance, trying to work her way around left shoulder. Good defensive moments for Sam as she avoids a lot of Malu’s power, but tattooed brunette the clear aggressor, getting full hips into sweeping bombs with nothing coming back.
R2&3: And THERE! Samara fading back, dipping, rolling, bends into a sneaky counter right on the chin, catching Malu flush. Trevejo’s rights sail over the top as her legs give a little shimmy, but she doesn’t let it stop her, Latina determined to walk through anything Aussie hits her with—Weaving not following up the potshots, continues to show defensive, stepping back in front of the younger woman, getting low to use the shoulder bump to the body, swiveling to the right. Sam continues to show defensive in the third, stepping back in front of Malu, Latina gets her legs back late and continues to hurl haymakers, finally jamming Weaving up against the ropes. Trevejo working hard, girls wrestling for position—Malu stronger, shoving her blonde into the strands, landing some cracking elbows to the jaw out of the lock-up. Down the stretch, Samara with some swinging right hands low, the walloping over the top finally shakes Malu’s legs—both fighters grimacing, hanging onto each other hurt at the bell.
R4: Malu keeps coming, stalking, walking her girl down, stepping in and swinging for the fences. Samara covering up, trying to pull the trigger on counters but she’s too selective, made tentative by Trevejo’s winging aggression. Weaving bending to the side—Malu’s right hand will bounce off the back, then she’ll twist into thumping lefts to the right breast—blonde letting punches burst off her body while protecting herself as best she can.
R5: Samara leaning back, slipping blows—Malu lunging, missing the right, and taking a crashing wide left on the jaw—Latina sent reeling to the ropes in big trouble. Trevejo on ramshackle legs, watery eyed—she starts to slip roll, clinch—anything to bog down the Weaving freight train. It’s effective—Sam charging in, not jabbing, often over-swinging and smothering herself against Malu—brunette can make blonde miss then wrap her up, hold for breaks. Frustrated fighters both warned repeatedly for elbows in the clinches, swinging lowblows and the like—Trevejo getting out of the round, but looking frazzled—Weaving’s just mauling her out there now.
R6: Return to form for Samara - she’s smelling blood, out strong to midring, butting shoulders with Malu, looking to get her licks in toe to toe. Weaving keeping her elbows in, turning on slashing punches with her body, really slicing a nice hook in under Trevejo’s chin, across her belly. Malu refusing to back off - bobbing rapidly at the waist, leading with her hook, stubbing out that blunt right hand in between Sam’s jugs or flat to proud Aussie tummy. Midway through - crowd pleasing, pounding give and take starts to accumulate in Weaving’s legs - she’s backing out, starting to give ground. Trevejo coming forward, stepping and swinging out of her crouch. Malu shaves a vicious right past Samara’s chin - just stepping into a beaut, cranking blonde’s head around in a vicious swivel - Weaving out on her feet, staggers limp into the ropes, folds to her side along the sand and it’s OVER! KO6 Malu Trevejo as she breaks her O&E jinx!
After: Malu exulting, strutting, taped right hand held high as left hair-hauls poor Samara out of the ring to exact her tribute at her leisure. Trevejo driving a brutal shoulder block deep to Weaving’s abdomen, bunching her up with a sob, leaving her breathless. Wonderfully efficient maneuver, easy to shove Sam to a seat in the sand. Malu riding Weaving to lie back before placing her booty on Aussie face, bully’s grin on her face as she shimmies into the smother.
Some side to side jerking and shaking--Malu wanting to cinch those glutes in tight--poor Samara hands pushing at thighs or tummy, or gripping Trevejo’s tits in a light grip. On and on and on--Malu setting an occasional hand on the sand for balance as she gives Sam more booty than she can handle. Finally, Trevejo with a flourish and a lascivious grin: Weaving sprawling on her back in deep slumber, face all clammy and moist from the soft press of Malu’s natis. Trevejo steps across the pile of used up blonde, struts away every inch the victrix.
