Post by Lookout! Boxing on Sept 29, 2017 18:55:54 GMT -6
Sienna Miller versus Penelope Cruz
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)
Prefight: After a savage rivalry spanning countless bouts bitter enemies Sienna Miller and Penelope Cruz agree to meet in the ring one final time, going all in for a loser submits and quits bout. Penelope making waves in the media prior to the announcement, goading Sienna into a bout her seconds had great hesitations with. "Sienna is a leetle weetch, she stole my title chances and always got lucky. Tonight I weeel make her queet, and never fight again" snarls a confident Penelope Cruz. "It's come to this. After all the wars we had over the years, there was no chance we would let it end any other way. Tonight someone will verbally submit, there will be no controversial scorecards or "lucky punches", and afterwards hang their gloves up from mainstream bouts, I'm sorry to say Pene, but as much as I loved beating you over the years, this is the last time you'll get to look up at me after the final bell" states Sienna Miller. Cruz brawling with Sienna during the weigh in, coming in bigger than she has in years and in tremendous shape, slamming a shocked Miller onto all fours after a loud chest bump. Sienna out first escorted by Jaime Pressly, she disrobes to reveal a pink bikini, white gloves and boots, blonde hair swept back in a high ponytail. Penelope out next escorted by Padma Lakshmi, disrobing to the cheers of the crowd, revealing a yellow bikini that barely contains her, matching gloves and boots, long hair swept back into a pair of pigtails. During the refs instructions ladies go face to face, pried away by their corners as they await the opening bell.
R1: Bitter enemies wasting no time, rushing midring and furiously exchanging leather off raised guards and exposed flanks, Cruz breaks the stalemate with a short right to Sienna's mouth followed by a left that clips her chin and sends her teetering to the ropes, Miller bending at the ropes, ducking beneath a left hook, twisting to her right to slam a right off Pene's breasts, Cruz snarling, twisting in the pocket and slamming a right hook just above blonde shoulder and swiveling her head. Miller swaying against the cables, covering up earmuff as Pene belts her with hooks to the belly and breasts, Sienna sighing in relief as the bell sounds, Cruz too strong to brawl with through one.
R2: Sienna working her way in from the perimeter, slapping quick one twos off Penelope's guard before pivoting away from harm. Cruz enraged, giving chase, recklessly barreling in as she attempts to smother Sienna, taking a digging left to the belly that freezes her on the spot, mitts dropping to her chest as Miller feeds her a trio of jabs off her forehead before finishing up with a left hook just below the navel, spaniard dropping to her knees than all fours as she spits out her mouthpiece, pressing her forehead against the canvas in pure agony! Miller stumbling back to the neutral corner, looking on glassy eyed as Pene somehow shakes off the hurt and the official calls her back in. Ladies exchanging hateful sloppy leather to the body, slapping shots echoing a loud spank, whimpering upon receipt, eventually falling into one another and stumbling around the ring as they fight for position, Pene eventually wins the battle, pinning Sienna against the ropes and shoveling a trio of hooks to the belly before the bell. Miller in abject misery as she grasps the top strand to avoid going down, legs failing as she slowly sinks to the canvas! Pene bellowing, mounting the turnbuckles and raising her right mitt to the crowd, screaming in pure agony once informed that Sienna's nod was to continue not quit, barreling into her foe as action resumes and punishing her to the body like never before, bending and dipping to slam blonde belly and breasts as Sienna wails into her mitts, official leaning in to check on the besieged blonde at the bell, Miller staggering back to the Empire corner, pooling onto her stool in a stupor.
R3: Miller getting blasted back to the stone age, eating a relentless barrage of flailing leather from a seething Cruz, blonde blubbering incoherently as a right hook blasts her just above the hip, mitts dropping below her eyes as a follow up right hook snaps her head into her shoulder and sends her collapsing into the top rope. Blonde tragically hurt as she somehow drapes her left arm above the top rope and braces herself as Pene wails "ask herrrrrrrr" official stepping in, asking Sienna if she wants to continue, it takes several attempts but the blonde finally nods yes as Cruz wades in, snapping her head back with a trio of jabs just as the bell rings. Curvy Spaniard mouth breathing, massive chest heaving as she looks intently from her corner at a hapless Sienna, who somehow again refuses to surrender.
R4: Pene back where she left off, trapping a hapless Sienna in the neutral corner and chugging away with heavy handed hooks off faltering blonde guard before fitting a left uppercut between Sienna's mitts, sending the Empire blonde flying backwards and to a seat on the canvas with her back against the turnbuckles. Tears streaming down Miller's face, eyes pinched shut as Cruz screams "queeeeeeeet, I yammmm better!" Ref looking on as after fifteen seconds Sienna begins to rise, bracing herself against the ropes and covering up earmuff as Cruz wades in. Pene snarling as she blasts Miller's guard with rapid jabs, bouncing blonde mitts off her forehead as she desperately tries to clinch, Sienna eats another uppercut as she wraps her arms around Pene's sweaty waist, Cruz bellowing as she presses down on blonde shoulders to force her to take a knee, loading up for a hammerfist before the official intervenes, bell sounding a moment after. Ref asking Sienna if she wants to continue, blonde nodding after a brief hesitation, we'll go to the fifth round of this savage war! Empire members in shock as they look on, if Miller's gone, there will be a big hole to fill for these ladies!
R5: Sienna somehow makes it out for the fifth, setting up at the ropes as a gassed out but still enraged Pene works her way forward. Cruz slapping jabs off shoddy blonde guard, wading in as Sienna offers nothing in return, leaning in cheek to cheek as she pins her against the cables, chest heaving as it engulfs Sienna's humble breasts, blonde crying out in agony as her battered body is crushed by that of the bigger Spaniard. Cruz working short punishing hooks off Sienna's pinkening flanks, as the blonde cries aloud on her shoulder, tears streaming down her face and trickling down Pene's left shoulder, the bell sounds just as Cruz sidesteps to her left, a used up Sienna collapsing to the canvas a split second after, hugging her battered body and slowly dragging herself to the Empire corner. Blonde fighting back tears when asked what she'd like to do by a distraught Jaime, muttering ... "no, not this way."
R6: Pene snarling in disbelief as Sienna somehow makes it up by the bell, chest heaving as she slowly makes her way forward. High octane pace of the previous heats clearly taking the pep out of Pene's step as she sluggishly flails away at a barely standing Sienna. Miller able to skirt away from harm along the ropes, deflecting with her right as she evades the exhausted brunette. After a minute of chasing, Pene darts forward, hurling a left uppercut from her knees, Sienna barely manages to dip beneath, punch grazing her ponytail as she fits a right jab into Pene's left eye, Cruz crying out upon receipt, covering her face and back peddling for the first time tonight, Sienna, punch drunk, fighting on autopilot as she staggers forward and slaps hooks off hulking brunette breasts, Cruz bending forward, mitts barely covering her face as Miller pounds her with and downward right that catches her just above her left eyebrow, Pene stumbling forward to clinch, but her knees give way as she slams into the canvas! Pene opting to fight on, shaking off the official, but her eye is a disaster, nearly swollen shut as the starlets resume action, Sienna slapping a pair of jabs off Cruz's forehead, loading up for a hook just as the bell sounds. Both corners working frantically to get their girls ready for the seventh, Padma feverishly working on Pene's swollen eye, Jaime prodding Sienna's battered body. Both staring glassy eyed at their foe before looking up at the arena lights, desperately trying to find something in the tank for the next round.
R7: Ladies know it's now or never, exchanging icy glares as they meet mid ring, Cruz keeping her left at her eye, thrusting out right jabs as she bobs and weaves out of harms way. Miller peppering brunette guard, moving her head well as she evades Pene's counter rights, wary of her power despite her only using one hand at this point. Cruz drained, taking a quick flurry of jabs off her guard before bending at the waist and slapping a tomahawk left across Sienna's breasts, blonde bending forward, gutted with a followup right to the navel that brings her staggering forward for a clinch, Pene snarling as she pushes down on Miller's head, suddenly her eyes bulge as Sienna lands an off balance hook just at the belt line, shoving the woozy blonde against the cables and compressing her chest to chest as the bell sounds.
R8: Sienna staggering forward at the bell, an easy target for a seething Pene who rips three savage hooks off Miller's badly battered belly, following up with an uppercut that splits her mitts and sends the blonde spilling into the ropes, Sienna covering up desperately as she wilts forward from continued bombardment, eventually taking a knee after a left hook snaps off her ribs, pressing her forehead against her knee in agony as she fights off tears, official looking her over, Pene swearing as Miller somehow finds the courage to continue, covering up earmuff at the ropes as Cruz charges forward, Cruz heartless as she leans in, fitting blonde breasts with compact uppercuts, blood tricking down her face as she smirks at her foes plight, taunting her as she drops her mitts and juts out her chin, punishing Sienna with a jab to the nose as she attempts to counter, blonde now bleeding from her right nostril, tears welling in her eyes as the bell sounds to end the eighth, Cruz opting to stand between rounds, watching Sienna's plight eagerly, massive chest heaving as takes on water, waiting for the ninth round.
R9: Pene sauntering forward at the bell, showboating for the crowd as she bombards blonde guard, slapping jabs off her belly to bunch her up before tearing into her body with right hooks, Miller cringing as Cruz loads up on a right, brunette's eyes twinkling as she lets her mitt fly, suddenly Sienna dips her left shoulder to avoid Cruz's goodnight right, coming up quickly with a left uppercut that detonates on Pene's chin and sends her spiraling to the canvas! Sienna stumbling over her downed foe, looking on as Pene rises after eighteen seconds, stumbling back into the cables as the ref looks her over, Cruz snarling defiantly as action resumes, Miller targeting the Spaniard's curvy body as she covers up earmuff, exacting retribution as she buries a downpour of hooks into toned Latina belly and breasts, Cruz crying out, eventually dropping her left to protect her aching core as she turns into the ropes, blonde seething, hair in eyes as she slams a trio of rights into Pene's swollen eye, Cruz sobbing aloud, taking a knee as Sienna collapses into the ropes, belly and breasts heaving as she awaits her foes decision, Pene making it back up, staggering past the official as they meet midring, Cruz flailing away behind windmill like hooks, eye swollen shut as she turns her head to locate her foe, Sienna mouth breathing, tapping jabs off Pene's forehead before starting work on her right eye, Cruz fighting on defiantly, showing tremendous heart as she wades into punishment to land the odd stance changing shot, ladies brawling like two punch drunk new years revelers as Sienna slowly takes control, slapping a pair of hooks off Pene's bruised face, followed by a left hook to her good eye, brunette taking a seat on the second rope, mitts dropping below her chin as she looks on astonished, tears trickling down her face as she heartbreakingly cries out "nooo, nooo mass" ref bodying back a shocked Sienna who collapses to the canvas, escorting a bawling Pene to her corner as the crowd stands and roars for both girls. Sienna slowly makes her way to the Aegis corner, pulling an astonished Cruz off her stool and embracing her as both fight back tears, after a few moments Miller leaves the ring, allowing Pene to make one last lap as the crowd roars. In post fight interviews, Pene praises her long time nemesis, saying they made one another better, revealing their verbal exchange through pursed lips "once she retires, we weel go once more, but not een any diviiision, theeees will neverr beee over" as the crowd roars in appreciation. Ladies leaving it all in the ring tonight, the perfect bout on a very memorable evening
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)
Prefight: After a savage rivalry spanning countless bouts bitter enemies Sienna Miller and Penelope Cruz agree to meet in the ring one final time, going all in for a loser submits and quits bout. Penelope making waves in the media prior to the announcement, goading Sienna into a bout her seconds had great hesitations with. "Sienna is a leetle weetch, she stole my title chances and always got lucky. Tonight I weeel make her queet, and never fight again" snarls a confident Penelope Cruz. "It's come to this. After all the wars we had over the years, there was no chance we would let it end any other way. Tonight someone will verbally submit, there will be no controversial scorecards or "lucky punches", and afterwards hang their gloves up from mainstream bouts, I'm sorry to say Pene, but as much as I loved beating you over the years, this is the last time you'll get to look up at me after the final bell" states Sienna Miller. Cruz brawling with Sienna during the weigh in, coming in bigger than she has in years and in tremendous shape, slamming a shocked Miller onto all fours after a loud chest bump. Sienna out first escorted by Jaime Pressly, she disrobes to reveal a pink bikini, white gloves and boots, blonde hair swept back in a high ponytail. Penelope out next escorted by Padma Lakshmi, disrobing to the cheers of the crowd, revealing a yellow bikini that barely contains her, matching gloves and boots, long hair swept back into a pair of pigtails. During the refs instructions ladies go face to face, pried away by their corners as they await the opening bell.
R1: Bitter enemies wasting no time, rushing midring and furiously exchanging leather off raised guards and exposed flanks, Cruz breaks the stalemate with a short right to Sienna's mouth followed by a left that clips her chin and sends her teetering to the ropes, Miller bending at the ropes, ducking beneath a left hook, twisting to her right to slam a right off Pene's breasts, Cruz snarling, twisting in the pocket and slamming a right hook just above blonde shoulder and swiveling her head. Miller swaying against the cables, covering up earmuff as Pene belts her with hooks to the belly and breasts, Sienna sighing in relief as the bell sounds, Cruz too strong to brawl with through one.
R2: Sienna working her way in from the perimeter, slapping quick one twos off Penelope's guard before pivoting away from harm. Cruz enraged, giving chase, recklessly barreling in as she attempts to smother Sienna, taking a digging left to the belly that freezes her on the spot, mitts dropping to her chest as Miller feeds her a trio of jabs off her forehead before finishing up with a left hook just below the navel, spaniard dropping to her knees than all fours as she spits out her mouthpiece, pressing her forehead against the canvas in pure agony! Miller stumbling back to the neutral corner, looking on glassy eyed as Pene somehow shakes off the hurt and the official calls her back in. Ladies exchanging hateful sloppy leather to the body, slapping shots echoing a loud spank, whimpering upon receipt, eventually falling into one another and stumbling around the ring as they fight for position, Pene eventually wins the battle, pinning Sienna against the ropes and shoveling a trio of hooks to the belly before the bell. Miller in abject misery as she grasps the top strand to avoid going down, legs failing as she slowly sinks to the canvas! Pene bellowing, mounting the turnbuckles and raising her right mitt to the crowd, screaming in pure agony once informed that Sienna's nod was to continue not quit, barreling into her foe as action resumes and punishing her to the body like never before, bending and dipping to slam blonde belly and breasts as Sienna wails into her mitts, official leaning in to check on the besieged blonde at the bell, Miller staggering back to the Empire corner, pooling onto her stool in a stupor.
R3: Miller getting blasted back to the stone age, eating a relentless barrage of flailing leather from a seething Cruz, blonde blubbering incoherently as a right hook blasts her just above the hip, mitts dropping below her eyes as a follow up right hook snaps her head into her shoulder and sends her collapsing into the top rope. Blonde tragically hurt as she somehow drapes her left arm above the top rope and braces herself as Pene wails "ask herrrrrrrr" official stepping in, asking Sienna if she wants to continue, it takes several attempts but the blonde finally nods yes as Cruz wades in, snapping her head back with a trio of jabs just as the bell rings. Curvy Spaniard mouth breathing, massive chest heaving as she looks intently from her corner at a hapless Sienna, who somehow again refuses to surrender.
R4: Pene back where she left off, trapping a hapless Sienna in the neutral corner and chugging away with heavy handed hooks off faltering blonde guard before fitting a left uppercut between Sienna's mitts, sending the Empire blonde flying backwards and to a seat on the canvas with her back against the turnbuckles. Tears streaming down Miller's face, eyes pinched shut as Cruz screams "queeeeeeeet, I yammmm better!" Ref looking on as after fifteen seconds Sienna begins to rise, bracing herself against the ropes and covering up earmuff as Cruz wades in. Pene snarling as she blasts Miller's guard with rapid jabs, bouncing blonde mitts off her forehead as she desperately tries to clinch, Sienna eats another uppercut as she wraps her arms around Pene's sweaty waist, Cruz bellowing as she presses down on blonde shoulders to force her to take a knee, loading up for a hammerfist before the official intervenes, bell sounding a moment after. Ref asking Sienna if she wants to continue, blonde nodding after a brief hesitation, we'll go to the fifth round of this savage war! Empire members in shock as they look on, if Miller's gone, there will be a big hole to fill for these ladies!
R5: Sienna somehow makes it out for the fifth, setting up at the ropes as a gassed out but still enraged Pene works her way forward. Cruz slapping jabs off shoddy blonde guard, wading in as Sienna offers nothing in return, leaning in cheek to cheek as she pins her against the cables, chest heaving as it engulfs Sienna's humble breasts, blonde crying out in agony as her battered body is crushed by that of the bigger Spaniard. Cruz working short punishing hooks off Sienna's pinkening flanks, as the blonde cries aloud on her shoulder, tears streaming down her face and trickling down Pene's left shoulder, the bell sounds just as Cruz sidesteps to her left, a used up Sienna collapsing to the canvas a split second after, hugging her battered body and slowly dragging herself to the Empire corner. Blonde fighting back tears when asked what she'd like to do by a distraught Jaime, muttering ... "no, not this way."
R6: Pene snarling in disbelief as Sienna somehow makes it up by the bell, chest heaving as she slowly makes her way forward. High octane pace of the previous heats clearly taking the pep out of Pene's step as she sluggishly flails away at a barely standing Sienna. Miller able to skirt away from harm along the ropes, deflecting with her right as she evades the exhausted brunette. After a minute of chasing, Pene darts forward, hurling a left uppercut from her knees, Sienna barely manages to dip beneath, punch grazing her ponytail as she fits a right jab into Pene's left eye, Cruz crying out upon receipt, covering her face and back peddling for the first time tonight, Sienna, punch drunk, fighting on autopilot as she staggers forward and slaps hooks off hulking brunette breasts, Cruz bending forward, mitts barely covering her face as Miller pounds her with and downward right that catches her just above her left eyebrow, Pene stumbling forward to clinch, but her knees give way as she slams into the canvas! Pene opting to fight on, shaking off the official, but her eye is a disaster, nearly swollen shut as the starlets resume action, Sienna slapping a pair of jabs off Cruz's forehead, loading up for a hook just as the bell sounds. Both corners working frantically to get their girls ready for the seventh, Padma feverishly working on Pene's swollen eye, Jaime prodding Sienna's battered body. Both staring glassy eyed at their foe before looking up at the arena lights, desperately trying to find something in the tank for the next round.
R7: Ladies know it's now or never, exchanging icy glares as they meet mid ring, Cruz keeping her left at her eye, thrusting out right jabs as she bobs and weaves out of harms way. Miller peppering brunette guard, moving her head well as she evades Pene's counter rights, wary of her power despite her only using one hand at this point. Cruz drained, taking a quick flurry of jabs off her guard before bending at the waist and slapping a tomahawk left across Sienna's breasts, blonde bending forward, gutted with a followup right to the navel that brings her staggering forward for a clinch, Pene snarling as she pushes down on Miller's head, suddenly her eyes bulge as Sienna lands an off balance hook just at the belt line, shoving the woozy blonde against the cables and compressing her chest to chest as the bell sounds.
R8: Sienna staggering forward at the bell, an easy target for a seething Pene who rips three savage hooks off Miller's badly battered belly, following up with an uppercut that splits her mitts and sends the blonde spilling into the ropes, Sienna covering up desperately as she wilts forward from continued bombardment, eventually taking a knee after a left hook snaps off her ribs, pressing her forehead against her knee in agony as she fights off tears, official looking her over, Pene swearing as Miller somehow finds the courage to continue, covering up earmuff at the ropes as Cruz charges forward, Cruz heartless as she leans in, fitting blonde breasts with compact uppercuts, blood tricking down her face as she smirks at her foes plight, taunting her as she drops her mitts and juts out her chin, punishing Sienna with a jab to the nose as she attempts to counter, blonde now bleeding from her right nostril, tears welling in her eyes as the bell sounds to end the eighth, Cruz opting to stand between rounds, watching Sienna's plight eagerly, massive chest heaving as takes on water, waiting for the ninth round.
R9: Pene sauntering forward at the bell, showboating for the crowd as she bombards blonde guard, slapping jabs off her belly to bunch her up before tearing into her body with right hooks, Miller cringing as Cruz loads up on a right, brunette's eyes twinkling as she lets her mitt fly, suddenly Sienna dips her left shoulder to avoid Cruz's goodnight right, coming up quickly with a left uppercut that detonates on Pene's chin and sends her spiraling to the canvas! Sienna stumbling over her downed foe, looking on as Pene rises after eighteen seconds, stumbling back into the cables as the ref looks her over, Cruz snarling defiantly as action resumes, Miller targeting the Spaniard's curvy body as she covers up earmuff, exacting retribution as she buries a downpour of hooks into toned Latina belly and breasts, Cruz crying out, eventually dropping her left to protect her aching core as she turns into the ropes, blonde seething, hair in eyes as she slams a trio of rights into Pene's swollen eye, Cruz sobbing aloud, taking a knee as Sienna collapses into the ropes, belly and breasts heaving as she awaits her foes decision, Pene making it back up, staggering past the official as they meet midring, Cruz flailing away behind windmill like hooks, eye swollen shut as she turns her head to locate her foe, Sienna mouth breathing, tapping jabs off Pene's forehead before starting work on her right eye, Cruz fighting on defiantly, showing tremendous heart as she wades into punishment to land the odd stance changing shot, ladies brawling like two punch drunk new years revelers as Sienna slowly takes control, slapping a pair of hooks off Pene's bruised face, followed by a left hook to her good eye, brunette taking a seat on the second rope, mitts dropping below her chin as she looks on astonished, tears trickling down her face as she heartbreakingly cries out "nooo, nooo mass" ref bodying back a shocked Sienna who collapses to the canvas, escorting a bawling Pene to her corner as the crowd stands and roars for both girls. Sienna slowly makes her way to the Aegis corner, pulling an astonished Cruz off her stool and embracing her as both fight back tears, after a few moments Miller leaves the ring, allowing Pene to make one last lap as the crowd roars. In post fight interviews, Pene praises her long time nemesis, saying they made one another better, revealing their verbal exchange through pursed lips "once she retires, we weel go once more, but not een any diviiision, theeees will neverr beee over" as the crowd roars in appreciation. Ladies leaving it all in the ring tonight, the perfect bout on a very memorable evening