Main Event: Queen of the Ice Hotel: Anllela Sagra vs Ch. Adriana Lima
Before: Adriana in a mood to be generous, “When I was Anllela’s age, Laetitia Casta gave me the chance to fight at the Ice Hotel for the first time. She beat me, but I learned what being a champion would take. And seven years later I was ready. I’m happy to give her the same lesson now. And when her time comes, I hope she’ll be as grateful as I am now.”
Anllela having none of it. “I am so tired of hearing, ‘Anllela Sagra, whoever she is.’ Nobody noticed Adriana until she became Queen of the Ice Hotel. If that’s the way to the belts, and if I have to beat her to get there, then I will. Nothing simpler.”
Lima out of her seat, striding towards her challenger, Sagra matches her stride for stride, they come together in the middle of the dais, if Anllela is hesitant about giving up the inch she doesn’t show it as she goes forehead-to-forehead with the Queen of the Ice Hotel. “I’m not simple, as you’ll learn, minha flor!”
Sagra smiling, “You go down, I go on, mi llaveria. What else do I need to learn?” Fighters separated before they can resolve anything.
On fight night, the blondes have left the ring, now it’s time for this pair of brunettes to show what they can do. Anllela enters first, in a black leather monokini with a DEEP V-front going all the way down to her pelvis. Looks awful similar to what Rohrbach wore when she made her try on Christmas day, is Anllela already calling out the other Vixens? Black soft gloves complete the ensemble, hair loose, cascading over shoulders and breasts. Lima in her legendary grey chinchilla ensemble, hair long, loose and tangly down her back and breasts.
R1: Some positional boxing/jabbing to range-in, but girls basically taking turns unleashing snappy rights and lefts, head and body, bringing the mitts back quick. Tart, tart contact: one girl covering up as mitts bounce loud off rock-hard abs, then immediately answering in kind. Harsh, concussive licks spanking out from toned, full bodies. Adriana separates herself down the stretch with a workmanlike left uppercut, punching Anllela up out of her crouch, then tidying up with a hook chaser to turn challenger's head.
R2: Second verse, same as the first. Fighters find each other midring, then go to work. Heavy handed trading, Anllela getting banged HARD in early going. Sagra stepping back for the first time, looking to use her legs a little: Lima walks her down, stepping in a heavy jab, then hammering away rights and lefts, body and head. Anllela bludgeoned about the ring for two minutes, but down the stretch, she rolls an Adriana right, answers a corkscrewing right poke to chin and LIMA'S LEGS GIVE A SHIMMY! Adriana momentarily rocked, stepping in fence post holes - she crouches forward behind her guard and OH, the body blows Anllela delivers. Gorgeous, succulent right/left bounces off those championship abs, punching the breath from Lima's body. Pair of sturdy left hooks tuck into liver "PAK! PAK!" at the bell, paralyzing Adriana with a groan. Anllela steals a Lima round: champ grim faced and determined back to her stool. "I hurt her," Sagra tells her trainer in between swigs of water, challenger just took her first round in a title fight, she’s upbeat, anxious to continue.
R3: Adriana responds like the champion she is, jabbing Anllela’s chest, then forcing her back under a hail of chopping right hands, challenger blocking with a raised left but beaten back to the ropes, this time Lima’s ON her! Adriana setting her feet wide and unleashing raking and clubbing wide lefts and rights as Anllela tries to slip and roll. It’s too much leather: Sagra caught first by a flat right hand on the mouth, then chin-tucked a hook—strong legs buckle, firm butt takes a seat in the ropes and LIMA TUCKS IN! Adriana burying her face in Anllela’s neck, rotating her shoulders and hustling to gut with both fists pumping, challenger issues the fight’s first clinches as she grimaces in pain. Ref’s break, Lima pushed back—she wades back in and a grim siege begins at the ropes. Sagra hurt, but alert—blocking punches, rolling to either side, reaching around Lima’s waist to stall her. Adriana too strong to be backed off but she’s getting picked up, scored on at the bell as Anllela weathers the storm.
R4: Adriana ups the tempo, feeding off the hurt in Anllela’s eyes. Jabs up the middle bloody Sagra’s nose, constantly jarring her head back from the stamping impacts. Lima sliding to her right, getting the angle, rifling right hands to jaw—terrific straight punches here. Adriana bringing fists back fast, doubling up as Anllela’s movements get sluggish. Sagra’s form dissolving as her chin soaks up the sock—she’s winging more, turning into a desperation looping right, Lima taking advantage, slipping under the wide shot, riveting a short, gouging left to the ribs, challenger’s legs threatening to buckle as champ tags body at will. Bell to bell Adriana, Anlella brave, swaying defiantly on the spot, but her expressive eyes say “I’m taking too many punches, I’m hurt and I don’t know what to do.” Lima grinning after the bell, hugging her seconds in her corner—she’s shaken off the second, having her way through the first half
R5: Brisk thrust-and-parry midring, both girls rotating clockwise trading combinations at knife-fighting range. Anllela getting the better of trade, startling Adriana with fresh face spank: Queen never sees the chopping right hand chaser that has her stepping in fence post holes half way through! Tuff follow up from Sagra, she steps right, cuffs Lima a swatting hook on the mouth and crosses another right hand to chin to spill her forward. Muscular clinch as Adriana wraps up tight to buy time, Anllela squirming, Lima turns and throws Sagra to the canvas, challenger skidding on her hip at the ropes as champ shows the rules are JUST a little looser at the Ice Hotel. Both fighters shake off the surprise, compete midring every second of the round. Both girls operating behind jabs and high right hands, both bobbing inside, turning on right hands, working over those taut bodies. Lima a little more educated on the approach, she'll dab at Sagra's face, then stick her hard in the body, step right and claw a hook looking to break down those chisled abs.
R6: Adriana pounds out a close, muscular 6th as the girls jab to close, then hup-it-up mouth on shoulder. Both bumping with the left shoulder (often drawing warnings), looking to step into the gap and hook tummy, chop right hands to cheek. Lima finding a nice little right uppercut off her right foot, just picking Sagra up with six-inch clips. Anllela getting a nice, snug left hook scraped along Adriana’s ribs beneath her elbow, the Queen bunching up slightly for the first time tonight, but Sagra still getting outworked, and jostled in Lima’s 6th. Warnings for both women after the bell—too much tousle-rubbing, shouldering going on for the ref’s liking. Much too rough, even by Ice Hotel standards.
R7: Girls punish each other with jabs coming in—heads tossing to the side from stiff, stepped-in pokes, then they get to work with short, clipping, muscular strokes inside, each determined to prove she’s got the stronger core. They bump-and-step, hooking each other’s body without pity, picking each other up tidy right uppercuts, clubbing and clouting with short, lifting swats in close. Tummies are tucked into, often with spanking, tart right/lefts that leave abdominal muscles quivering in their wake. Brutal toe-to-toe going Adriana’s way until late: Anllela stepping back, walking the Queen in, lands a glorious short right uppercut off the right foot to unhinge knees, Lima hurrrrt, stooping forward behind her mitts, Sagra clips right, digs an evil right hand scoop to midriff, swivel-pivots right to let her prey stagger face-first to ropes. Adriana covering up face in hands, elbows in: back and flanks go on sale as greedy Anllela squares away with a blistering swabbing lather to the bell. Adriana trembling, blinking back tears after the harsh licking: Sagra fiery-eyed, chesting up and bellowing in Champ’s face as ref jumps in.
R8: Adriana refusing to be punked in her own domain, steps into a spearing cross to Anllela’s cheek—fur mitt sounding out with a muffled thump as challenger is driven startled to ropes, Lima into the midsection with stuffing, rampaging rights and lefts—ten-punch combo creeping up-torso to finish by pounding away on Sagra’s heaving JMDD-grade rack. Anllela reeling, but sensing Adriana going all-in: challenger responds with tight punching out of a high guard, dipping her shoulders and pounding Lima winter-white ribs. Tasty back and forth—Adriana shoulder-bumping, squaring away and using her body to keep Anllela pinned down: Sagra scrubbing furiously in spots, hoping to flurry Lima off her. Withering back and forth, but Adriana won’t be backed off, sustained attack starts to wear at Anllela, gradually shutting her down as challenger takes a seat in the ropes, earmuffed up. Lima in a wide stance, STARTS REEFING HOOKS TO SAGRA’S FLANK! Adriana getting in behind the elbow with awful, digging rips—furious punch-and-reload so hard, her right foot’s skidding up off the canvas as she BURIES her left hand into Anllela’s body. SAGRA GOES DOWN! Whimpering sob wrenched from Anllela’s trembling lips as she crumples to all fours—Adriana bellowing down at her from the neutral corner. Sagra rallying, struggles up off the mat—she’s reeling, shellshocked at the ropes, Lima on her with a brace of thumping body blows designed to forestall any surge off the canvas. Girls settle in mouth-on-shoulder, Adriana’s legs set strong, denying Anllela escape from the apron. They work at close quarters, bumping and slugging eat each other, both tightening up stroke and professionally swatting away to the bell, Lima stomping back to her corner, if she’s disappointed in the recovery it doesn’t show.
R9: Is endurance going to be a factor?, Anllela’s never been this far before. Adriana trying to push the pace, wild slugging midring—crowd roaring as girls paste away with no thought of defence. LIMA’S EATING PUNCHES! Adriana rocked and stunned as effervescent Anllela wades forward—wide lefts and rights buffeting the Queen’s face side to side. Lima tossing back, but getting beaten to lefts and rights—she faces into blows, stubbornly fighting for canvas until ropes stop her retreat. Adriana stooping forward to clinch, but she’s HURT! Lima open-mouthed, sputtering, can’t pull Sagra into a clinch: ANLLELA ROMPS TO BODY! Sagra crying out as her fists stamp away to Lima’s toned abs, the Queen sitting groggily in the ropes, eyelashes fluttering—SHE CAN’T HOLD ANLLELA OFF! Extra punches pile into the breadbasket, carom off her chin and ADRIANA GOES DOWN! Lima huffing and puffing on all fours: crowd roars to its feet as Sagra teeters on the brink of an upset. Adriana creaky to her feet—takes a woozy 8: HERE COMES ANLLELA! Not every punch a well-leveraged gem, but she’s batting and swinging with raw KO lust: groggy Lima can only earmuff up, crouch forward and sop this stuff up! Adriana tremble-bodied, steadying herself in the ropes, eyes glassy as she watches Anllela whooping and hollering back to her corner.
R10: Adriana spitting a jab to get Anllela covered up, then leaning in to pull the sidearm right in above the hip, followed by a gouging little left uppercut to sternum. SAGRA'S HURT! Anllela shouting in pain, hands at her temples, torso stooped forward. Adriana's eyes widen hungry as she pops hips-right, rakes a series of left uppercuts against gloves and face to loosen Sagra's knees. Anllela proving durable, weathering the storm - second minute sees her trade limber right hands to midsection, fighting Adriana to a standstill. Down the stretch, Lima gets grabby with the left hand again, pinning Sagra's left to her chest while leaning in close to fetch clubbing right-hands to chin. Anllela bullied to ropes, Adriana’s left reaches to pull challenger's head down, scraping cruel right uppercuts off hairline until the ref pulls her off. Sagra scuffed up, got her buttocks wobbled, stomping off the ropes to meet Lima midring. Wide, swinging right roundhouse takes Adriana in her tummy, beats a shout of pain from the Queen, prompting her to tie up. Ref's break - Sagra wading forward - walking barrage of rights and lefts shreds Lima, rising blows punching at her breasts and face as she's backing away. Adriana hits ropes in disarray, Anllela teeth bared, eyes flashing as she pours it to wilting champ. Nothing fancy left in either tank, just a good, healthy lather as Sagra REEFS hooks in behind Lima's right elbow, now it’s HER back foot lifting up off canvas. LIMA’S CRIPPLED! Adriana bleating in pain behind her gloves, cramped forward AND GOES DOWN! Lima weepy, hugging her ribcage on all fours, pushes herself upwards once, twice, collapses down butt-on-ankles as the count passes her by. Sagra hanging off the ropes in the corner, chest heaving, eyes brightening as the count climbs higher, and drops to her knees just after the ref hits 10 and she’s announced as the winner and NEW Queen of the Ice Hotel! It’s a KO10 and the early frontrunner for Fight of the Year for ANLLELA SAGRA!
After: A degloved Anllela pulling Adriana to her feet, throws Lima’s left arms across Sagra’s shoulder’s, getting a grip on the former Queen’s left hand with her own, wrapping her right arm around Adriana’s punishment-pinked ribs, wincing as her own well-worked body takes the impact. The two stagger out of the hotel like two girlfriends who hit the cerveceria a little too hard, until Sagra brings Lima to the infamous Bank. Here Anllela brings her left shoulder under Adriana’s while bringing her right hand down to Lima’s right hip as her left gets a good grip on the beaten Queen’s hair. Adriana Lima finds herself in the mother of all abdominal stretches, with new Queen Anllela Sagra whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Ten rounds of body-bashing of used up even HER famously deep reserves, and it’s not long before Lima’s begging to be released. Her point made, Sagra dumps Adriana into the powdery snow where so many would-be Queens have found themselves, and accepts the sable coat first worn by Aishwarya Rai over a decade ago. Potentially career-making fight for Anllela, where oh where does she go from here?
