Before: "Scared? Why would I be scared?" Courtney says when asked about her welterweight opponent. "I’ve been sparring with Tahnee all through this run - so punching out Camille what’s-her-name will be just another day at the office! I'm not worried at all about her size - this is the kind of girl I'd fight in a bearhugging contest, or straight up wrestling - whatever. Besides, I don't have the luxury of dictating terms in negotiations yet, I take the fights from people willing to get in the ring with me. We'll see how big she REALLY is once I hit her a few times." Camille thought of as the underdog despite an advantage in mass, but says she understands the betting. "People think of me as a cheerleader and WAG, they're not used to seeing me with the gloves on. I'm hearing I’m too slow for Bonzo’s girls, but Milena’s been working with me and she did just fine without blazing handspeed. I'm big and I'll fight big - we'll see if anybody can handle it."
In the back of everybody’s mind at ringside has to be the knowledge that for all intents and purposes, these are the sparring partners of the contenders for the Welterweight belts next weekend. And here they come. Tahnee Atkinson and Amanda Righetti resplendent in fur wraps, taking ringside seats across from each other.
Courtney coming out in black leather bikini top and loincloth combination, black leather ankle boots, black gloves, hair long and loose, cascading down shoulder, breasts and back. Camille in tan fox fur bikini, matching gloves and moccasins, chin-length hair loose and wild. Former welter champion and recently retired Bonzo fighter Milena Govich in Camille’s corner.
R1: Courtney jabbing to Camille's body, cheerleader dukes up, taking tummy & tits, waiting her turn. Tailor moving left wading into big-girl midriff with short, clubbing rights and lefts; pounding her fists against stout ribs or thick waist, bringing her mitts back to her own chest to reset, slugging her way forward as Kostek grunts, takes, retreats. Courtney doing a nice job mauling and brawling, fighting comfortably off Kostek's chest, Camille proving big-girl durable, but absorbing a pummeling to her limbs and torso in a thumping Courtney first.
R2: Courtney anxious to get back to work, runs into a short, smashing right hand as girls fall in. Camille gets her palms on Tailor's shoulders, shoving her girl around, then pushing her off, stepping into the vacated space. Kostek coming forward, shaking off Courtney's hard work in the first round. Tailor having trouble standing her ground when Kostek gets off first. Camille able to fall in behind right hands, palm-up, push Courtney around, then walk her down. Girls frequently trading thumping right hands to sturdy guts, then bump off each other’s shoulders: Kostek generally coming forward after the exchanges. Tailor obviously flustered, not used to being treated like a shopping cart - she gets a dose of the sheer muscularity of Camille in the second.
R3: Courtney getting a pumping jab into the action now – outpunches Camille’s attempts at jabbing for dominance. Active Tailor powerfully walking her foe backwards, authoritative, strong and quick hands have Kostek stepping away, rocked in spots. Courtney exchanging her jabs with thudding rights that get into Camille’s chest. Kostek shuddering under the impact – body’s getting punched and punished. Tailor backs Camille into the ropes, loving it body to body, toe to toe, shoulder to shoulder. Courtney steadily forward, really getting to Kostek here, has her hurting by the end of the round.
R4: Camille trying to take the intiiative wading in while slugging; pushing off shoulders to get Courtney moving backward. Tailor weaving in under the work, trying to bob her way into Kostek's chest - occasionally sampling the cheerleader’s gut, then covering up tight again. Girls negotiating for position in the final minute, Camille misses a right hand as Courtney weaves-beneath: left hook counter CRASHES home to Kostek’s chin! AND SHE’S DOWN! Camille CRASHING to her back all jugs a-sloshing...agonized face pitching side to side, legs thrashing, heels push-sliding along canvas as she fights against the darkness. KOSTEK BEATS THE COUNT, but OH, is she shabby...brave blonde girl out on her feet when TAILOR WADES ON IN! Courtney reaches in under Camille's arms, wrestling apart the guard, blonde chesting blonde into ropes, then BATTERING THAT BODY! Tailor teeth-bared, resolute, Kostek ragdolling; Tailor bashing away gloves and forearms in close, getting her back into the work. AND THERE’S THE BELL! Camille’s cheerleader legs holding her upright, but oh what a scare!
R5: Two way slugging, girls settling into their respective rhythms. Courtney's hands much quicker, footwork more useful - she's able to drive into Camille's body with short, clouting rights and lefts, working up-torso from the waist to ribcage and rack. Kostek frequently extending her open left hand to palm at Tailor's head or shoulder, preparatory to leaning in with a short right cross - then falling in with her body to move her prey back. Camille not at all comfortable on the inside, frequently missing then resting her right forearm on Courtney's back. Govich in the corner screaming to bash at Tailor's arms whenever she covers up - but Courtney's doing most of that kind of thing, simply outworking Camille with thudding volume.
R6: Dropping three rounds in a row has Camille FINALLY listening to Milena, sh hops to her right, getting position outside Courtney's left shoulder, lifts a big hooks into her mouth from oblique angle. Tailor startled, stumbling to her right, Kostek stepping-with, lifting hooks to chin from the left flank, Courtney hits ropes hurt! Tailor trying to form earmuff: Kostek steps into a right cross, hammering her prey’s head back, sitting her in ropes. Camille has blood in her eyes as she hook-hook-HOOKS Courtney's tummy, just popping those hips-right and getting in there THICK! Tailor’s generous rump pushes off the strands, wraps Kostek up in a desperation clinch that leaves tangled fighters tottering on the brink of a JMD-style roll-around. Fighters catch their balance in the middle of the ring, start working without a ref’s break. Torrid, groggy slugging mouth-on-shoulder - gloves caroming off brawny shoulders, sweaty heads - fists digging and cuffing at muscular paunches, bashing at sturdy flanks. Strong legs and backsides all heavy with curves, straining to hold ground as girls push upon one another. Both making exquisite use of the short uppercut from either hand - each picking the other up stout to chin, sending jolts down opposing legs. Fighters in constant contact, just walking each other around, hurting each other with steady, mindless attrition.
R7: Courtney's flat footed after last round, but still aggressive as she marches on Camille. Kostek has right hand at temple, stubby jabs keeping Tailor back rejected as she tries to get into combo-punching range in the first minute. Courtney spitting out her own jab, trying to get inside and work, Camille leans in to buzz chin a clipping right cross and TAILOR'S HURT! Kostek shuffling to her right, tilted forward, dukes at her temples, cheerleader with a sweeping sidearm right caves in the left side of Courtney's jaw, buckling her legs. Another clobbering right, ANOTHER! Camille snarling, swinging away as Tailor wilts and GOES DOWN! Courtney rolling to her back, eyelashes fluttering, limbs all limp and quivering - she can't get off her back, Kome-from-behind-KO7 for Camille Kostek!
After: Camille hauling Courtney to her feet, gets a grip on her scruff-of-the-neck and back of the panties, frog-marches her out of the Hotel. Tahnee up on her feet, moving up the aisle towards the exit. On the outside, Camille slams Courtney into the wall, bodies onto her - job of work to muscle Tailor into position, then snuggle her up tight in the reverse sleeper. Rhapsodic smile from Kostek: left arm snaked strong behind Courtney's head, left hand cupping that rounded right bicep, right hand cupped atop damp blonde skull. Camille cooing, gently turning, backing against the wall for support, cinching and adjusting at times, letting her jugs do the hard work of using Tailor up. Courtney’s muffled gasps and wails plaintive, hands probing at Camille's hips, pushing on her thighs, pulling down on those fur-lined bottoms, but all she can do is suffer. Finally sated, Kostek releases with a flourish, allowing Tailor to sink to her knees, then sprawls forward, mumbling incoherently, butt in the air, cheek on the pavement.
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?
Last Edit: Mar 30, 2018 5:51:54 GMT -6 by oddmanout
Post by Lookout! Boxing on Mar 25, 2018 12:13:12 GMT -6
Absolutely - we want to add to the praise of his event as it was really amazing!
Great debut for Kostek and kudos to Bonzo for scouting her talent. Courtney is also going to be pretty dangerous for some time to come. Awesome match-up! We also hear there may be have been more than went down behind the scenes, so hopefully we'll hear more about that sometime.
But, of course, the main event was stellar and that's why we come to the FCBA, as do so many others, is for spectacles and upsets like this one. As mentioned in other posts, Adriana isn't unbeatable but she has ruled the Ice Hotel on multiple occasions and I don't think this can be labeled as anything other than an upset. But, it is also a legitimate, huge and well-deserved win for Anlella Sagra. We can't wait to see who she competes against next, but what is clear is that Anlella is definitely a star to watch. I would say lots of rosters are regretting not signing her earlier - ourselves included.
Thanks to everybody involved for putting this together and we appreciate all of the hard work that went into it! Keep up the great work!
Both of these are excellent matches, good job Oddman!
Also, Lima did great, although I'm so glad Anllela could come out victorious at the end. I'm sure Adriana will continue to be one of the best of the division and thus, this is a giant step for Sagra to take. I'm so happy I signed her and look forward to the challenges that will hopefully come her way next month.
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2018 19:20:55 GMT -6 by holloway