Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 27, 2024 1:03:21 GMT -6
Camila Mendes
vs Lily Collins (AMD)
Before: Two fighters coming off title reigns, facing each other for the first time in years. “I’m the only Vixen who’s beaten both Cami and ‘Livy. This will be no problem for me. I’ll give her all she can handle, then make her lick my abs the way Blondie did!” Lily showing she has neither forgotten nor forgiven the time Holt choked her until her tongue lolled out after their AMD bout!
Camila coming out for the first time since losing the Princess of the Beach title, prepping hard to get back into the flyweight elite: “I wanted to jump back into the deep end, and this was SUPPOSED to be a title fight. How hard up do you have to be to lose to Watson of all people? Vixen flys have ALWAYS taken a back seat to ‘Livy and Cami, and now she’s going to be reminded of that!”
Camila sporting a black bandeau bikini, with a much skimpier bottom than her normal boyshorts for the AMD battle, black tape, hair back in a battle bun. Lily also sporting the bandeau, but white, white tape, hair in a chin-length pixie cut. Both fighters barefoot in the sand.
R1: Camila quick-stepping to midring...scooting back out of range...circling right: she won't engage until she gets everything just right. Lily coming forward, dukes brow high, chin tucked. Mendes hops in at last - placing a tightly grouped cluster of straight, short lefts and rights into Collins gut, before punching apart her guard and slapping her face to cover her retreat. Cami quick-pivots left, jabs tummy as Lily's turning late, hops out of range as frowning Brit swipes air. Mendes circles right, pounces: tightly grouped, straight lefts and rights stamp at Collins’ breasts - peppy pumping puts former champ on her heels, lips parted. Camila pivots-left some more, jabs the body, jabs the head, puts a rigid right hand hard to gut: Lily again punched off her stance, baby-stepping backward. That's the gist of it - Mendes quick with her feet, disciplined with her hands, always in position to get off, then escaping receipts as baffled Collins looks on.
R2: Lily jabbing head and body; stepping brisk; taking smart walk-arounds, then pouncing back in as Camila's regrouping. Right hand leads spice up Mendes’ face, catching her before she's organized: shoe-shining combos buff up tummy and jugs. Now it’s Collins feinting, using the ring, nibbling and vexing: it's a glimpse of the Championship form as Cami's a full step behind the beat this time.
R3: Camila gets herself together behind a springy jab, pointing her left shoulder at Lily; right hand under chin; left hand poised for poke. Collins parrying shots, staying outside to use her reach: she's rotating clockwise with Mendes, trying to work jabs to tummy. Hole card for Cami? That slick little hook she gets off her front foot - clipping Lily tidy to prevent the counter during her incursions. Just a quick little jerk, that hook of Mendes’...but it's enough to unsettle Collins, spoiling her chances for a free shot when Camila’s ready to leave the pocket.
R4: Lily committing - moving in with head/shoulders lowered to dig at paunch in close. Camila willing to exchange - carving nasty little left uppercuts inside; trading with to body and breasts. Minute in, Mendes’ legs give a shimmy: she backs away after absorbing a swift little left uppercut to chin. Collins hopping forward, finally treating Cami to a chopping right to jaw: now she’s over to offence, has Mendes retreating. Camila gets on her bike, hopping the perimeter counterclockwise: Lily scooting-after, jabbing Mendes’ chest to locate her, then flurrying in spots as she covers up at ropes.
R5: Lily jabs Camila's tummy, hops in with the short, palm-down hook to tits, clipping American chin. Mendes pushed back on her heels - legs spasm in delayed effect: she stumbles away suddenly stricken, eyes blinking out how-could-you. Collins hopping after her victim, jabbing Cami's breasts and tummy, then hopping-in close to get more hooks to body. Mendes spooked into headlong retreat: she's suddenly very concerned about Collins’ frisky pop. Lily all smiles - she's a confident little bully walking Camila down, trying to trap her at ropes and engage with brisk flurries. Mendes doing a good job tying up, or spinning away from these exchanges - still looking a little wobbly-butt at bell.
R6: Camila pouring into Lily: Mendes gets a shoulder into Collins armpit, big pump as she gets her prey ropebound. Lily just sick about it - shoved and propped at ropes, then beaten savagely to ribs and tummy. Job of work, Cami reaching under Collins’ arms, chesting her upright, then getting into tummy, tits, ribs. Mendes slamming away jug at every opportunity: Lily's grimacing, looking punished and frazzled. Camila a bully this round, bell to bell all over Collins not 3 feet from the VIXENS corner. Punching after the bell, do you have to ask? "Your whole BODY is like putty!" Mendes shouts as ref pushes her back.
R7: Swift exchange sees Lily try for body, but getting clipped to chin as Camila lands a swinging right. Mendes left/right off Collins' gut, dipping in on front leg, tucks left uppercut to sternum, cramping the Brit up behind her gloves. Another thumping right/left bounces off Lily's waistline, keeping her hurt, then Cami steps right, hooks from outside Collins left shoulder, taking her victim smartly in the trunks. Lily baby-stepping forward: Camila picks her up a right uppercut to chin while dangling the left hand - getting good leverage off the right leg. COLLINS IS DOWN! Lily shakes her head through her eight, hits ropes in a fog: Cami pounces in and POURS it to tummy. Torrential flyweight volume applied to the twin problems of Collins’ belly&breasts - vicious scrubbing lefts and rights scour and pound, slumping Lily dazed in ropes. THE REF STEPS IN! Limp posture of her body brings in the official as Camila works Collins into a stupor. TKO7 Camila Mendes!
After: Lily still woozy a bit but with enough presence of mind to berate the official for stopping the match too early. Collins, too irate with the referee, does not appear to notice Mendes slipping in behind her as the American shrugs up a thigh between the Brit’s own legs. This is enough to make Lily stop her legendary dressing down of the official as her eyes widen in agony as she struggles to maintain her footing, legs unhinged as she almost falls to her knees but Cami helps her stay upright as she yanks on her victim’s hair to spin Collins around and THUMP her head into a nearby turnbuckle.
“Hush now, take your medicine…” Camila says and Lily looks like she’s ready to respond, but another knee up crashing into her tummy takes away any remaining air. Anything she has left is gone just a few seconds later as Mendes steps forward, mounting the turnbuckle with poise and lowers her tummy down, slowly but surely, onto the horrified face of Lily Collins.
The crowd can’t hear Lily’s muffled shouts and curses, but Camila can and looks supremely unconcerned. In fact, her smile only seems to grow as she picks up the pace of her taut tummy sliding back and forth across her foe’s face. Switching between gripping her rival’s dark tresses to pull her face deeply between her belly, sandwiching her head back against the turnbuckle so she has nowhere to go but more tummy and occasionally pumping a double bicep flex to show off her fitness, right over her vanquished opponent.
Lily weakly reaches up to try to push at Camila’s overwhelming abs, but when she is unable to budge tummy, she decides to extend a middle finger instead. Mendes’ sweaty belly just covers Collins’ face, sliding back and forth in crowd-pleasing figure eights. Keeping Lily stuck in the furnace of her abs for an interminable length of time until the upraised finger and the arm that it’s attached to fall limply over the strands, leaving a thoroughly tummied out Lily laid out for the second time this month!
vs Lily Collins (AMD)
(WordS: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: Two fighters coming off title reigns, facing each other for the first time in years. “I’m the only Vixen who’s beaten both Cami and ‘Livy. This will be no problem for me. I’ll give her all she can handle, then make her lick my abs the way Blondie did!” Lily showing she has neither forgotten nor forgiven the time Holt choked her until her tongue lolled out after their AMD bout!
Camila coming out for the first time since losing the Princess of the Beach title, prepping hard to get back into the flyweight elite: “I wanted to jump back into the deep end, and this was SUPPOSED to be a title fight. How hard up do you have to be to lose to Watson of all people? Vixen flys have ALWAYS taken a back seat to ‘Livy and Cami, and now she’s going to be reminded of that!”
Camila sporting a black bandeau bikini, with a much skimpier bottom than her normal boyshorts for the AMD battle, black tape, hair back in a battle bun. Lily also sporting the bandeau, but white, white tape, hair in a chin-length pixie cut. Both fighters barefoot in the sand.
R1: Camila quick-stepping to midring...scooting back out of range...circling right: she won't engage until she gets everything just right. Lily coming forward, dukes brow high, chin tucked. Mendes hops in at last - placing a tightly grouped cluster of straight, short lefts and rights into Collins gut, before punching apart her guard and slapping her face to cover her retreat. Cami quick-pivots left, jabs tummy as Lily's turning late, hops out of range as frowning Brit swipes air. Mendes circles right, pounces: tightly grouped, straight lefts and rights stamp at Collins’ breasts - peppy pumping puts former champ on her heels, lips parted. Camila pivots-left some more, jabs the body, jabs the head, puts a rigid right hand hard to gut: Lily again punched off her stance, baby-stepping backward. That's the gist of it - Mendes quick with her feet, disciplined with her hands, always in position to get off, then escaping receipts as baffled Collins looks on.
R2: Lily jabbing head and body; stepping brisk; taking smart walk-arounds, then pouncing back in as Camila's regrouping. Right hand leads spice up Mendes’ face, catching her before she's organized: shoe-shining combos buff up tummy and jugs. Now it’s Collins feinting, using the ring, nibbling and vexing: it's a glimpse of the Championship form as Cami's a full step behind the beat this time.
R3: Camila gets herself together behind a springy jab, pointing her left shoulder at Lily; right hand under chin; left hand poised for poke. Collins parrying shots, staying outside to use her reach: she's rotating clockwise with Mendes, trying to work jabs to tummy. Hole card for Cami? That slick little hook she gets off her front foot - clipping Lily tidy to prevent the counter during her incursions. Just a quick little jerk, that hook of Mendes’...but it's enough to unsettle Collins, spoiling her chances for a free shot when Camila’s ready to leave the pocket.
R4: Lily committing - moving in with head/shoulders lowered to dig at paunch in close. Camila willing to exchange - carving nasty little left uppercuts inside; trading with to body and breasts. Minute in, Mendes’ legs give a shimmy: she backs away after absorbing a swift little left uppercut to chin. Collins hopping forward, finally treating Cami to a chopping right to jaw: now she’s over to offence, has Mendes retreating. Camila gets on her bike, hopping the perimeter counterclockwise: Lily scooting-after, jabbing Mendes’ chest to locate her, then flurrying in spots as she covers up at ropes.
R5: Lily jabs Camila's tummy, hops in with the short, palm-down hook to tits, clipping American chin. Mendes pushed back on her heels - legs spasm in delayed effect: she stumbles away suddenly stricken, eyes blinking out how-could-you. Collins hopping after her victim, jabbing Cami's breasts and tummy, then hopping-in close to get more hooks to body. Mendes spooked into headlong retreat: she's suddenly very concerned about Collins’ frisky pop. Lily all smiles - she's a confident little bully walking Camila down, trying to trap her at ropes and engage with brisk flurries. Mendes doing a good job tying up, or spinning away from these exchanges - still looking a little wobbly-butt at bell.
R6: Camila pouring into Lily: Mendes gets a shoulder into Collins armpit, big pump as she gets her prey ropebound. Lily just sick about it - shoved and propped at ropes, then beaten savagely to ribs and tummy. Job of work, Cami reaching under Collins’ arms, chesting her upright, then getting into tummy, tits, ribs. Mendes slamming away jug at every opportunity: Lily's grimacing, looking punished and frazzled. Camila a bully this round, bell to bell all over Collins not 3 feet from the VIXENS corner. Punching after the bell, do you have to ask? "Your whole BODY is like putty!" Mendes shouts as ref pushes her back.
R7: Swift exchange sees Lily try for body, but getting clipped to chin as Camila lands a swinging right. Mendes left/right off Collins' gut, dipping in on front leg, tucks left uppercut to sternum, cramping the Brit up behind her gloves. Another thumping right/left bounces off Lily's waistline, keeping her hurt, then Cami steps right, hooks from outside Collins left shoulder, taking her victim smartly in the trunks. Lily baby-stepping forward: Camila picks her up a right uppercut to chin while dangling the left hand - getting good leverage off the right leg. COLLINS IS DOWN! Lily shakes her head through her eight, hits ropes in a fog: Cami pounces in and POURS it to tummy. Torrential flyweight volume applied to the twin problems of Collins’ belly&breasts - vicious scrubbing lefts and rights scour and pound, slumping Lily dazed in ropes. THE REF STEPS IN! Limp posture of her body brings in the official as Camila works Collins into a stupor. TKO7 Camila Mendes!
After: Lily still woozy a bit but with enough presence of mind to berate the official for stopping the match too early. Collins, too irate with the referee, does not appear to notice Mendes slipping in behind her as the American shrugs up a thigh between the Brit’s own legs. This is enough to make Lily stop her legendary dressing down of the official as her eyes widen in agony as she struggles to maintain her footing, legs unhinged as she almost falls to her knees but Cami helps her stay upright as she yanks on her victim’s hair to spin Collins around and THUMP her head into a nearby turnbuckle.
“Hush now, take your medicine…” Camila says and Lily looks like she’s ready to respond, but another knee up crashing into her tummy takes away any remaining air. Anything she has left is gone just a few seconds later as Mendes steps forward, mounting the turnbuckle with poise and lowers her tummy down, slowly but surely, onto the horrified face of Lily Collins.
The crowd can’t hear Lily’s muffled shouts and curses, but Camila can and looks supremely unconcerned. In fact, her smile only seems to grow as she picks up the pace of her taut tummy sliding back and forth across her foe’s face. Switching between gripping her rival’s dark tresses to pull her face deeply between her belly, sandwiching her head back against the turnbuckle so she has nowhere to go but more tummy and occasionally pumping a double bicep flex to show off her fitness, right over her vanquished opponent.
Lily weakly reaches up to try to push at Camila’s overwhelming abs, but when she is unable to budge tummy, she decides to extend a middle finger instead. Mendes’ sweaty belly just covers Collins’ face, sliding back and forth in crowd-pleasing figure eights. Keeping Lily stuck in the furnace of her abs for an interminable length of time until the upraised finger and the arm that it’s attached to fall limply over the strands, leaving a thoroughly tummied out Lily laid out for the second time this month!
