Post by Lookout! Boxing on Sept 29, 2017 17:27:48 GMT -6
Megan Fox versus Cheryl Cole (Flyweight Title)
Megan:
(31, 5’4, 114, 30:23:1 FCBA, VIXENs/Mirage)
Cheryl:
(34, 5’3, 17:3 FCBA, Lioness Club)
(Words: Caspian / Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE:
It’s the battle of the best Flyweight as both champions square off from either side of the Atlantic to determine who’s the best in the business. Cheryl Cole of course the undisputed BBU Champion but making grandiose in-roads in the FCBA since then, racking up an impressive 16-4 win over opponents in America. Megan Fox not too shabby work herself - pundits praising her recently for going on an impressive win streak herself, some going so far as to dub this the ‘Golden Age of Megan Fox’.
Of course, the funny thing about Golden Ages is that they always come to abrupt end. And Megan’s naysayers already predicting the Hollywood starlet’s brisk and eventual downfall as she faces off against a legit challenger like Cheryl Cole, who, let’s not forget, has *already* beaten the FCBA champion once in their past contest.
Megan therefore determined to put on a brave face as she faces the bevy of reporters tonight, all bombarding her with doubts of her chances.
“Let’s make one thing clear - I intend to hold on to this belt for a *very* long time… And yes, *I’m* the one who asked for Cole. Because I know I can win this time. And you know what they say… if you can beat Cole, you can beat anyone in this business.”
Cheryl not knowing whether to be flattered or insulted by the brunette’s casual remarks. The exchange slightly surprising to the audience members as they’d expected another wild, in your face catfight from these two ladies.
“Megan’s done exceedingly well for herself,” Cheryl begins with a nod. “But make no mistake - I’ve been doing this longer, and better, and I have every intention of walking away tonight holding up two belts for you to see.”
Megan in classic black bikini, blue gloves, raven hair tied tight into a bun behind her slick face. Cheryl ever the more flamboyant one - leopard-spotted bikini top and red briefs showing her body, bunching up black gloves in anticipation.
This bout’s nothing but a home invasion folks, with champion versus champion and one girl hoping to score an upset and walk away with the crown jewels. No doubt which side the crowd is on as they ready battle stances before the bell rings to start. Here we go!
ROUND 1:
Round 1 sees a cocky Megan putting her words into action: snaps punches into Cheryl’s nose periodically without receiving much response from the Brit in return, so much so that the audience is questioning if there’s something going on beneath Cole, who looks like a punching bag as she stands and takes the whap whap whap right to the square of her nose throughout the first three minutes. Perhaps… this is all elaborate ruse to get Megan into mindset of even more confident in her abilities - we certainly have seen the Vixen fall from grace in spectacular fashion due to her over-confidence in the past, especially when she allows her ‘greatness’ to get to her head. But for now, last few seconds see Cole scoring with meagre few jabs to the body, but they don’t seem to do any damage at all, with Megan scooting back but then lunging forward again: with crisp return cross that slams into Cheryl’s lips. Bell rings and it’s over, with Fox taking the first round by a wide margin. If this continues, pundits already prepared to label this as ‘The Massacre of the Century’!
ROUND 2:
Here comes Megan again, hoping to find repeat success from previous round - first few jabs make it through and give her some glimmer of hope, but then a stinging RIGHT hand from Cheryl Cole makes it through her guard, CLIPS her hard on the face! UHGH! What did I tell you, sports fans?! Cheryl playing possum all this while, now STUNNING the champion mercilessly with right hand after right hand, crashing into the face, then guard in resurgent Cole fashion. Fox startled and stunned, completely unsure of what to do, gets herself walked slowly back as Cheryl advances in aggressive manner, battering at her arms bit by bit, then STUNS Fox right on the cheek with another power hook! DOWN SHE GOES!! Megan crashes down on her side, sputtering, eyes seeing stars, as we all wonder what the f*ck just happened in the span of two rounds??
Cheryl smirking, not revealing her grand strategy for this fight just yet, but by gosh it seems to be working and the Brit knows it, strutting back to corner and watching intently whether this fight will be over before it begins. Megan of course having proven herself ten times over ever since getting co-signed with new stable. By golly - she can’t fathom the fact that she might return to prior losing streak, especially when she’s the one holding the f*cking belt now, goddamn it! Internal monologue seems to do the trick: she bangs fists on the canvas in defiance and rises back up by the count of 6, looking ready to roll.
Rest assured though this is not the same Megan Fox nor Cheryl Cole that we started with in Round 1 - girls look more focused as they re-start the contest anew. Referee waves for two more minutes on the clock to resume and HERE WE GO. Girls circle and try to crowd in with jabbing action, but for the most part, they’re both focused and calm to the point of being cautious. Even Cheryl Cole refuses to fire all her guns this early in the match, instead hangs back and snaps jabs into Megan’s body and face, with the champion doing the same in turn. Round ends and Cheryl’s takes it wide for sure, but what’s gonna happen now after all the smoke and mirrors is anyone’s guess!
ROUND 3:
Cheryl comes at Megan hot in the third, switching gears just like that and surprising Megan when a right hand comes smashing straight into her guard, then follow-up left pierces her abdomen. Megan lets out a grunt and quickly retreats, daring the Brit to follow her, but Cole smiling, hangs back, satisfied with scoring first blood. Fox growling behind her gloves, no choice but to go on the attack, but her jabs this time all timely blocked by Cole’s forearms, but at least the champ scores some vengeance points by smacking her fists on Cheryl’s tummy, making jerking her body backwards from quick puh puh puh of leather hitting skin, and giving Cole some pause. Now it’s Megan’s turn to smile as she walks forward, and Cheryl decides to do the same - girls crack fists into each other’s faces as they meet in the center, then they stand and trade! Look like play-time’s freakin’ over folks! Megan and Cheryl just slamming lefts and rights into each other’s faces and body, hoping to see who wilts first. And for a moment, Megan seems to be getting the upper hand, jamming both her fists up into Cole’s body in close quarters, making her grunt loudly in pain over and over, but then slowly Cole returning fire, whipping her right hand into the side of Megan’s vulnerable face, each devastating hook giving the champ further pause as to how long she can keep this up without getting floored. Her eyes filled with pain towards the end of the round when Cheryl continues whacking away, finally sends Megan back against the ropes. Bell rings and Megan is the one panting with both arms draped over the sides. Cheryl, tired too but clearly victorious, blows her an air kiss at the champ, as she turns around and heads back to corner.
ROUND 4:
Maybe her position as champion has really mellowed her out, or maybe she’s just run out of options herself: Megan actually listening to her trainer Corey Saucier in corner, whispering advice into her ear. Megan starts off the round looking fresher, bouncing on toes giving her followers some hope. Cheryl smirking as usual, eager to test the brunette’s resolve. Girls meet in the center at the same time and pundits all wondering what the hell, Fox? Are you *that* dumb to stand and trade again?? Sure seems that way at the start, with both girls again trading hard blows to the face and then pounding on the midsection, with Megan getting the worse of the exchange. Second minute sees Megan finally backing away, side-stepping big hook from Cole as it sails inches away from her nose. Cole looking surprised as her opponent now further away, instinctively steps forward to follow her to swing. However, again Megan bobbing and weaving her head and top torso back, avoiding the dangerous hooks, and then SHOCKS the Brit with a hook to the side of HER own face once, twice, THREE times, as Cheryl gets a taste of her own medicine by leaning in too dangerously. Now she’s the one who goes stumbling backwards on shaky feet. Well, what about that? Seems like Fox listened to advice after all. Last thirty seconds sees more cautious stance as girls choose to stand further apart, only firing off long jabs into guard. Well, they certainly didn’t become champions in their respective fields for no reason - this is one way you win fights too, by the way as anyone who’s watched Floyd Mayweather would know.
ROUND 5:
Here we go with the fifth: more measured exchanges for sure - ‘restrained brawling’ is what call it - it’s less exciting, especially when compared to that previous brawl with Brooklyn Decker and Kelly Rohrbach raising the roof, but certainly it’s still an effective way of ensuring you don’t get knocked the f*ck out. Megan using this tactic to great effect, coming in and pecking at Cheryl’s head and body, pestering her with stiff blows, but then scooting out of the way when Cheryl chooses to fire back, using her better stamina to deny Cole of any points. Cheryl is the one left seething as she misses and misses, decides enough is enough in the third minute and comes CHARGING right at Fox, who anticipated. Cole plants a right cross straight on Megan’s guard, pushing her backwards, then manages to dig both her gloves into Megan’s tummy left-right-left-right but then gets her head SWIVELLED to the side when Fox sends a right hook crashing into the side of face! HGNNNGH - Cole’s body spins on its heels and her back hits the ropes, conveniently placed for Megan to step in and return the body abuse: uppercuts now digging straight into Cheryl’s tummy, Fox just stepping in and using the momentum to jack her gloves into her toned tummy. Cole left gurgling as she tries to survive, clinches up with the champ to deny her further punishment. Girls wrestle along the ropes for the last few seconds, Megan grunting as she too is denied the space to knock Cheryl down for good.
ROUND 6:
Megan thinks Cheryl’s hurt, and she’s right - both girls come at each other swinging, hoping to catch the other off guard, but Cheryl’s wild hook sails a tad bit too high as Fox merely ducks under and again digs leather into her body. Cheryl been down this road before, as her body is further plundered by her adversary, but one thing she learnt from the previous round is that it’s easy to bully Megan in the clinch. Arms wrap around Megan’s chest as Cheryl surges forward, cheek to cheek exhaling hot grunts as both gorgeous brunettes struggle to get their arms and legs free. Cheryl slowly but surely pushing Megan backwards: the Vixen’s lean and toned body showing off much strength but Cheryl’s bigger frame allowing her to control the smaller girl for now. Megan has fear in her eyes as her back hits the ropes…. try as she might, she can’t seem to get free - only thing she can do is dig her hands into Cheryl’s side. All she can do is—*HHNNUGHGHH*!! Megan lets out another dull grunt again as Cheryl plunders her undercarriage, swiping gloves under and punting hard into her abs, delibitating blows delivered to her sternum. Fox left pouting on the ropes, lips sagging as the bell rings and she’s still pinned to the ropes… Cheryl knows she dominated this round, coos into her ear with some venom: “I’m gonna wear your belt, Megan. Same way you’re wearing me now…” Cheryl LIFTS her thigh all of a sudden, sending it crashing up into Megan’s already-battered tummy. Fox moans, bends over from the blow from the blow, mouth open and gasping for air. Referee finally pries Cole off of her and orders her back to corner. Megan left clutching at her middle as she staggers back to her corner.
ROUND 7:
Things not looking good for Megan at all - she’s slow to make her way out of corner and Cheryl looks like she’s ready to finish this. Predictably, Megan hanging back and out of the way of a charging Cole, who starts pursuing Megan about the ring much more aggressively than before, abandoning all pretence of wanting to play dead any longer. Megan having mixed bag of results at first, her tank also running low, but chance encounter near the corner gives her the opportunity she’s looking for: Cheryl haphazardly grazes the chin with a left jab that Megan deflects, but then gets herself in too close… close enough for Megan to counter immediately with a left hand of her own… straight into her mouth!! Sound of leather smacking flesh echoes through the rafters as Cheryl takes the worse blow tonight - she continues punching wildly but misses as her aim goes to crap… . The champ smells blood instead and comes in hard and fast, spattering of blows drumming along Cheryl’s waistline before snapping her head back with a big uppercut! Spittle and a bit of red goes spraying into the air as Cheryl stumbles backwards, and now the tables have turned: Megan charging at wounded animal, trying to jam as many punches as she can into Cheryl’s frame, but the Brit still holding her guard up high, body getting weathered down. Last ten seconds and Megan has had ENOUGH as well, with a low growl goes running at Cheryl, and both girls’ bodies spiral into the ropes with a meaty SMACK as they collide. Both their arms swinging wildly, burying fists into every inch of flesh, Megan perhaps forgetting that she lacks the power to put Cheryl away at such close quarters. Still, Cheryl is the one panting hard, trying to nullify Megan’s attacks by pulling her waist in close, but Fox’s sudden tugging on her hair up top, combined with rough scrubbing of glove on cheek leaves her equally disoriented. Bell rings and now referee has to pull Fox off of Cole, and the future of this fight is equally as uncertain as when it began, with both girls effectively tied in points thus far.
ROUND 8:
Crowd roars as the eighth round begins - the people loving this fight that’s going the distance, as a championship fight should! Girls however less than enthusiastic, start the round by taking deep breaths for recovery’s sake, before even thinking about venturing forth. They circle each other, tentative poking of jabs at the face. Cheryl finding her earlier success once again when one or two punches land clean on Fox’s nose, dazing her. Cole for some reason decides to CHARGE in right there and then… Here the BBU Flyweight champ comes, flying under Megan’s return punch, and then burying her left hand deep into the paunch. Megan goes ACCKK, mouth open in shock as Cheryl continues body abuse, sticking her hands into the tummy and pounding on Megan’s proud abs. Fox gurgling, swinging back of course, but it’s Cheryl’s turn to duck and weave, avoiding those counter-hooks to the head. Megan’s only option? Clinch forward, which is exactly what Cole wants. We all know what happened to Fox the last time, and this time’s no exception. Megan gets in close, right into Cheryl’s waiting arms, gets her stomach further plundered when Cole loops her right hand under and continues slamming up into the body. Fox withering as the blows land, fading quickly, has to do something if she wishes to stay alive here… Cole concentrating on beating Megan’s body to a pulp, hopefully to score a TKO when Megan simply can’t continue and fades to canvas… but at the same time this focus allows Megan to dictate movement, and the champ slowly manages to get both her arms free enough and starts sticking them into Cole’s face. While lacking any power, Megan’s gloves now obscuring her vision and whipping irritatingly into Cole’s mouth and nose. Cheryl quickly tasting iron, eyes watering as she realises she might be on losing end just this one time… By contrast, fire in Megan’s eyes as she surges forward, arms muscling their way into Cheryl’s space bit by little bit. Suddenly, with a roar, Megan knocks Cheryl’s arms and guard apart, STUNS the Brit straight to the face with a giant WHUMP! Cole looks loose as hell as the rest of her body trembles from the shock of the blow… Megan continues to traumatise the nose and chin with stiff blow after stiff blow… the champ leans back and TORQUES final right hand, disappears into Cheryl’s face! The Brit lets out a deeeeep groan, her eyes squeeze shut and she f*cking CRUMPLES to the ground!! REFEREE WAVES IT OFF as he scrambles over to cover Cheryl’s lifeless body. IT’S OVER!!!
Official Decision: Megan Fox defeats Cheryl Cole via KO8! Megan Fox RETAINS the Flyweight Championship!!
AFTER:
Megan looking both ecstatic and relieved as the referee raises her arm in triumph. No one had expected her to go this far, let alone win the belt all those months ago, but here she f*cking stands, victorious and proving her naysayers wrong.
Cheryl Cole, a champion in her own right, recovering slowly in her own corner, lip quivering as her eyes hold back tears. Medical personnel check on her for signs of damage, but perhaps the biggest blow tonight will be to her pride and ego.
Megan is first to take the mic, thanking everyone for her support tonight. The crowd is partially SHOCKED at her quivering tone of voice, as though she were about to break into tears herself. A different side of Fox we’re seeing tonight, that’s for sure. Last person Megan shows gratitude to is even more surprising: “…Thank you… Cheryl Cole…” she mutters into the mic whilst turning to face her former adversary in the corner.
Known for her humiliation tactics post-fight, the final kicker is when Megan decides to approach Cheryl in the corner. The Brit’s eyes suddenly flash with fear, but Fox has no such devious plans tonight, stands over her former foe and then extends a hand downwards. Cole hesitates for a moment, then chooses to accepts. Megan pulls her up to her feet and then the girls extend words of encouragement with foreheads touching gingerly.
Wow. Who are you, and what have you done with Megan Fox? Another big night, another big fight for the champ regardless, as she walks away with another impressive notch on her belt. Who is she facing next? Who the f*ck knows? Megan walks out of the arena with a smile and wave to her fans, looking like it’s simply the start of something new.
Megan:
(31, 5’4, 114, 30:23:1 FCBA, VIXENs/Mirage)
Cheryl:
(34, 5’3, 17:3 FCBA, Lioness Club)
(Words: Caspian / Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE:
It’s the battle of the best Flyweight as both champions square off from either side of the Atlantic to determine who’s the best in the business. Cheryl Cole of course the undisputed BBU Champion but making grandiose in-roads in the FCBA since then, racking up an impressive 16-4 win over opponents in America. Megan Fox not too shabby work herself - pundits praising her recently for going on an impressive win streak herself, some going so far as to dub this the ‘Golden Age of Megan Fox’.
Of course, the funny thing about Golden Ages is that they always come to abrupt end. And Megan’s naysayers already predicting the Hollywood starlet’s brisk and eventual downfall as she faces off against a legit challenger like Cheryl Cole, who, let’s not forget, has *already* beaten the FCBA champion once in their past contest.
Megan therefore determined to put on a brave face as she faces the bevy of reporters tonight, all bombarding her with doubts of her chances.
“Let’s make one thing clear - I intend to hold on to this belt for a *very* long time… And yes, *I’m* the one who asked for Cole. Because I know I can win this time. And you know what they say… if you can beat Cole, you can beat anyone in this business.”
Cheryl not knowing whether to be flattered or insulted by the brunette’s casual remarks. The exchange slightly surprising to the audience members as they’d expected another wild, in your face catfight from these two ladies.
“Megan’s done exceedingly well for herself,” Cheryl begins with a nod. “But make no mistake - I’ve been doing this longer, and better, and I have every intention of walking away tonight holding up two belts for you to see.”
Megan in classic black bikini, blue gloves, raven hair tied tight into a bun behind her slick face. Cheryl ever the more flamboyant one - leopard-spotted bikini top and red briefs showing her body, bunching up black gloves in anticipation.
This bout’s nothing but a home invasion folks, with champion versus champion and one girl hoping to score an upset and walk away with the crown jewels. No doubt which side the crowd is on as they ready battle stances before the bell rings to start. Here we go!
ROUND 1:
Round 1 sees a cocky Megan putting her words into action: snaps punches into Cheryl’s nose periodically without receiving much response from the Brit in return, so much so that the audience is questioning if there’s something going on beneath Cole, who looks like a punching bag as she stands and takes the whap whap whap right to the square of her nose throughout the first three minutes. Perhaps… this is all elaborate ruse to get Megan into mindset of even more confident in her abilities - we certainly have seen the Vixen fall from grace in spectacular fashion due to her over-confidence in the past, especially when she allows her ‘greatness’ to get to her head. But for now, last few seconds see Cole scoring with meagre few jabs to the body, but they don’t seem to do any damage at all, with Megan scooting back but then lunging forward again: with crisp return cross that slams into Cheryl’s lips. Bell rings and it’s over, with Fox taking the first round by a wide margin. If this continues, pundits already prepared to label this as ‘The Massacre of the Century’!
ROUND 2:
Here comes Megan again, hoping to find repeat success from previous round - first few jabs make it through and give her some glimmer of hope, but then a stinging RIGHT hand from Cheryl Cole makes it through her guard, CLIPS her hard on the face! UHGH! What did I tell you, sports fans?! Cheryl playing possum all this while, now STUNNING the champion mercilessly with right hand after right hand, crashing into the face, then guard in resurgent Cole fashion. Fox startled and stunned, completely unsure of what to do, gets herself walked slowly back as Cheryl advances in aggressive manner, battering at her arms bit by bit, then STUNS Fox right on the cheek with another power hook! DOWN SHE GOES!! Megan crashes down on her side, sputtering, eyes seeing stars, as we all wonder what the f*ck just happened in the span of two rounds??
Cheryl smirking, not revealing her grand strategy for this fight just yet, but by gosh it seems to be working and the Brit knows it, strutting back to corner and watching intently whether this fight will be over before it begins. Megan of course having proven herself ten times over ever since getting co-signed with new stable. By golly - she can’t fathom the fact that she might return to prior losing streak, especially when she’s the one holding the f*cking belt now, goddamn it! Internal monologue seems to do the trick: she bangs fists on the canvas in defiance and rises back up by the count of 6, looking ready to roll.
Rest assured though this is not the same Megan Fox nor Cheryl Cole that we started with in Round 1 - girls look more focused as they re-start the contest anew. Referee waves for two more minutes on the clock to resume and HERE WE GO. Girls circle and try to crowd in with jabbing action, but for the most part, they’re both focused and calm to the point of being cautious. Even Cheryl Cole refuses to fire all her guns this early in the match, instead hangs back and snaps jabs into Megan’s body and face, with the champion doing the same in turn. Round ends and Cheryl’s takes it wide for sure, but what’s gonna happen now after all the smoke and mirrors is anyone’s guess!
ROUND 3:
Cheryl comes at Megan hot in the third, switching gears just like that and surprising Megan when a right hand comes smashing straight into her guard, then follow-up left pierces her abdomen. Megan lets out a grunt and quickly retreats, daring the Brit to follow her, but Cole smiling, hangs back, satisfied with scoring first blood. Fox growling behind her gloves, no choice but to go on the attack, but her jabs this time all timely blocked by Cole’s forearms, but at least the champ scores some vengeance points by smacking her fists on Cheryl’s tummy, making jerking her body backwards from quick puh puh puh of leather hitting skin, and giving Cole some pause. Now it’s Megan’s turn to smile as she walks forward, and Cheryl decides to do the same - girls crack fists into each other’s faces as they meet in the center, then they stand and trade! Look like play-time’s freakin’ over folks! Megan and Cheryl just slamming lefts and rights into each other’s faces and body, hoping to see who wilts first. And for a moment, Megan seems to be getting the upper hand, jamming both her fists up into Cole’s body in close quarters, making her grunt loudly in pain over and over, but then slowly Cole returning fire, whipping her right hand into the side of Megan’s vulnerable face, each devastating hook giving the champ further pause as to how long she can keep this up without getting floored. Her eyes filled with pain towards the end of the round when Cheryl continues whacking away, finally sends Megan back against the ropes. Bell rings and Megan is the one panting with both arms draped over the sides. Cheryl, tired too but clearly victorious, blows her an air kiss at the champ, as she turns around and heads back to corner.
ROUND 4:
Maybe her position as champion has really mellowed her out, or maybe she’s just run out of options herself: Megan actually listening to her trainer Corey Saucier in corner, whispering advice into her ear. Megan starts off the round looking fresher, bouncing on toes giving her followers some hope. Cheryl smirking as usual, eager to test the brunette’s resolve. Girls meet in the center at the same time and pundits all wondering what the hell, Fox? Are you *that* dumb to stand and trade again?? Sure seems that way at the start, with both girls again trading hard blows to the face and then pounding on the midsection, with Megan getting the worse of the exchange. Second minute sees Megan finally backing away, side-stepping big hook from Cole as it sails inches away from her nose. Cole looking surprised as her opponent now further away, instinctively steps forward to follow her to swing. However, again Megan bobbing and weaving her head and top torso back, avoiding the dangerous hooks, and then SHOCKS the Brit with a hook to the side of HER own face once, twice, THREE times, as Cheryl gets a taste of her own medicine by leaning in too dangerously. Now she’s the one who goes stumbling backwards on shaky feet. Well, what about that? Seems like Fox listened to advice after all. Last thirty seconds sees more cautious stance as girls choose to stand further apart, only firing off long jabs into guard. Well, they certainly didn’t become champions in their respective fields for no reason - this is one way you win fights too, by the way as anyone who’s watched Floyd Mayweather would know.
ROUND 5:
Here we go with the fifth: more measured exchanges for sure - ‘restrained brawling’ is what call it - it’s less exciting, especially when compared to that previous brawl with Brooklyn Decker and Kelly Rohrbach raising the roof, but certainly it’s still an effective way of ensuring you don’t get knocked the f*ck out. Megan using this tactic to great effect, coming in and pecking at Cheryl’s head and body, pestering her with stiff blows, but then scooting out of the way when Cheryl chooses to fire back, using her better stamina to deny Cole of any points. Cheryl is the one left seething as she misses and misses, decides enough is enough in the third minute and comes CHARGING right at Fox, who anticipated. Cole plants a right cross straight on Megan’s guard, pushing her backwards, then manages to dig both her gloves into Megan’s tummy left-right-left-right but then gets her head SWIVELLED to the side when Fox sends a right hook crashing into the side of face! HGNNNGH - Cole’s body spins on its heels and her back hits the ropes, conveniently placed for Megan to step in and return the body abuse: uppercuts now digging straight into Cheryl’s tummy, Fox just stepping in and using the momentum to jack her gloves into her toned tummy. Cole left gurgling as she tries to survive, clinches up with the champ to deny her further punishment. Girls wrestle along the ropes for the last few seconds, Megan grunting as she too is denied the space to knock Cheryl down for good.
ROUND 6:
Megan thinks Cheryl’s hurt, and she’s right - both girls come at each other swinging, hoping to catch the other off guard, but Cheryl’s wild hook sails a tad bit too high as Fox merely ducks under and again digs leather into her body. Cheryl been down this road before, as her body is further plundered by her adversary, but one thing she learnt from the previous round is that it’s easy to bully Megan in the clinch. Arms wrap around Megan’s chest as Cheryl surges forward, cheek to cheek exhaling hot grunts as both gorgeous brunettes struggle to get their arms and legs free. Cheryl slowly but surely pushing Megan backwards: the Vixen’s lean and toned body showing off much strength but Cheryl’s bigger frame allowing her to control the smaller girl for now. Megan has fear in her eyes as her back hits the ropes…. try as she might, she can’t seem to get free - only thing she can do is dig her hands into Cheryl’s side. All she can do is—*HHNNUGHGHH*!! Megan lets out another dull grunt again as Cheryl plunders her undercarriage, swiping gloves under and punting hard into her abs, delibitating blows delivered to her sternum. Fox left pouting on the ropes, lips sagging as the bell rings and she’s still pinned to the ropes… Cheryl knows she dominated this round, coos into her ear with some venom: “I’m gonna wear your belt, Megan. Same way you’re wearing me now…” Cheryl LIFTS her thigh all of a sudden, sending it crashing up into Megan’s already-battered tummy. Fox moans, bends over from the blow from the blow, mouth open and gasping for air. Referee finally pries Cole off of her and orders her back to corner. Megan left clutching at her middle as she staggers back to her corner.
ROUND 7:
Things not looking good for Megan at all - she’s slow to make her way out of corner and Cheryl looks like she’s ready to finish this. Predictably, Megan hanging back and out of the way of a charging Cole, who starts pursuing Megan about the ring much more aggressively than before, abandoning all pretence of wanting to play dead any longer. Megan having mixed bag of results at first, her tank also running low, but chance encounter near the corner gives her the opportunity she’s looking for: Cheryl haphazardly grazes the chin with a left jab that Megan deflects, but then gets herself in too close… close enough for Megan to counter immediately with a left hand of her own… straight into her mouth!! Sound of leather smacking flesh echoes through the rafters as Cheryl takes the worse blow tonight - she continues punching wildly but misses as her aim goes to crap… . The champ smells blood instead and comes in hard and fast, spattering of blows drumming along Cheryl’s waistline before snapping her head back with a big uppercut! Spittle and a bit of red goes spraying into the air as Cheryl stumbles backwards, and now the tables have turned: Megan charging at wounded animal, trying to jam as many punches as she can into Cheryl’s frame, but the Brit still holding her guard up high, body getting weathered down. Last ten seconds and Megan has had ENOUGH as well, with a low growl goes running at Cheryl, and both girls’ bodies spiral into the ropes with a meaty SMACK as they collide. Both their arms swinging wildly, burying fists into every inch of flesh, Megan perhaps forgetting that she lacks the power to put Cheryl away at such close quarters. Still, Cheryl is the one panting hard, trying to nullify Megan’s attacks by pulling her waist in close, but Fox’s sudden tugging on her hair up top, combined with rough scrubbing of glove on cheek leaves her equally disoriented. Bell rings and now referee has to pull Fox off of Cole, and the future of this fight is equally as uncertain as when it began, with both girls effectively tied in points thus far.
ROUND 8:
Crowd roars as the eighth round begins - the people loving this fight that’s going the distance, as a championship fight should! Girls however less than enthusiastic, start the round by taking deep breaths for recovery’s sake, before even thinking about venturing forth. They circle each other, tentative poking of jabs at the face. Cheryl finding her earlier success once again when one or two punches land clean on Fox’s nose, dazing her. Cole for some reason decides to CHARGE in right there and then… Here the BBU Flyweight champ comes, flying under Megan’s return punch, and then burying her left hand deep into the paunch. Megan goes ACCKK, mouth open in shock as Cheryl continues body abuse, sticking her hands into the tummy and pounding on Megan’s proud abs. Fox gurgling, swinging back of course, but it’s Cheryl’s turn to duck and weave, avoiding those counter-hooks to the head. Megan’s only option? Clinch forward, which is exactly what Cole wants. We all know what happened to Fox the last time, and this time’s no exception. Megan gets in close, right into Cheryl’s waiting arms, gets her stomach further plundered when Cole loops her right hand under and continues slamming up into the body. Fox withering as the blows land, fading quickly, has to do something if she wishes to stay alive here… Cole concentrating on beating Megan’s body to a pulp, hopefully to score a TKO when Megan simply can’t continue and fades to canvas… but at the same time this focus allows Megan to dictate movement, and the champ slowly manages to get both her arms free enough and starts sticking them into Cole’s face. While lacking any power, Megan’s gloves now obscuring her vision and whipping irritatingly into Cole’s mouth and nose. Cheryl quickly tasting iron, eyes watering as she realises she might be on losing end just this one time… By contrast, fire in Megan’s eyes as she surges forward, arms muscling their way into Cheryl’s space bit by little bit. Suddenly, with a roar, Megan knocks Cheryl’s arms and guard apart, STUNS the Brit straight to the face with a giant WHUMP! Cole looks loose as hell as the rest of her body trembles from the shock of the blow… Megan continues to traumatise the nose and chin with stiff blow after stiff blow… the champ leans back and TORQUES final right hand, disappears into Cheryl’s face! The Brit lets out a deeeeep groan, her eyes squeeze shut and she f*cking CRUMPLES to the ground!! REFEREE WAVES IT OFF as he scrambles over to cover Cheryl’s lifeless body. IT’S OVER!!!
Official Decision: Megan Fox defeats Cheryl Cole via KO8! Megan Fox RETAINS the Flyweight Championship!!
AFTER:
Megan looking both ecstatic and relieved as the referee raises her arm in triumph. No one had expected her to go this far, let alone win the belt all those months ago, but here she f*cking stands, victorious and proving her naysayers wrong.
Cheryl Cole, a champion in her own right, recovering slowly in her own corner, lip quivering as her eyes hold back tears. Medical personnel check on her for signs of damage, but perhaps the biggest blow tonight will be to her pride and ego.
Megan is first to take the mic, thanking everyone for her support tonight. The crowd is partially SHOCKED at her quivering tone of voice, as though she were about to break into tears herself. A different side of Fox we’re seeing tonight, that’s for sure. Last person Megan shows gratitude to is even more surprising: “…Thank you… Cheryl Cole…” she mutters into the mic whilst turning to face her former adversary in the corner.
Known for her humiliation tactics post-fight, the final kicker is when Megan decides to approach Cheryl in the corner. The Brit’s eyes suddenly flash with fear, but Fox has no such devious plans tonight, stands over her former foe and then extends a hand downwards. Cole hesitates for a moment, then chooses to accepts. Megan pulls her up to her feet and then the girls extend words of encouragement with foreheads touching gingerly.
Wow. Who are you, and what have you done with Megan Fox? Another big night, another big fight for the champ regardless, as she walks away with another impressive notch on her belt. Who is she facing next? Who the f*ck knows? Megan walks out of the arena with a smile and wave to her fans, looking like it’s simply the start of something new.
