Post by The Dollhouse on Sept 8, 2018 15:26:56 GMT -6
Ladies and Gentleman,
Coming at you LIVE from the Staples Center in LA, we are back again with ROUND 8 of the Doll Ball PPV!
Tonight, we’ll be seeing action from 5 Dolls including Bella Thorne, Hayley Williams, Katheryn Winnick, Avril Lavigne and Jessica Chastain!
In addition, we have 5 lovely guest fighters with us here tonight, who will be taking on the house Dolls. These are – Jennifer Love Hewitt, Kira Kosarin, Brenda Song, Kate Beckinsale and Ashley Benson! Join us tonight for these five exciting bouts!
We sure hope you’re as thrilled as we are – because the 8th ball is finally about to begin! On behalf of the Dollhouse staff and roster, we would like to thank you for joining us for round 8 and hope you enjoy!
Post by The Dollhouse on Sept 8, 2018 15:29:30 GMT -6
Jessica Chastain (41, 5’4, 129 lbs, 5:0 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Jennifer Love Hewitt (39, 5’2, 128 lbs, 50:67 FCBA, Chimera)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: It’s the first fight of the night and Jessica Chastain looking uncertain at the press table, joining the roster of Dolls with recent breaks in their winning streaks and coming to screeching, unfortunate halts. The room at the press conference however is packed with reporters and fans alike, eager to hear what she has to say about facing off against a legend in the business, Jennifer Love Hewitt.
“To be quite honest, I’m not sure what to expect from this one,” she begins. “Jennifer is clearly an experienced veteran and a former multiple time champion. Me? I’m coming off my first loss and it was quite the experience. So yes, I might just end up getting my ass kicked tonight, but, you know what? I might just not. Jennifer’s lost her last eight bouts. There has to be a reason. And if she underestimates me, she’s going to regret it. I watched a lot of her footage. A LOT.” Jessica chuckles, exchanging a knowing look with trainer Kristanna Loken. “This is a big one for me. I want to go back to winning, and I feel like I’m completely ready for her.”
Jennifer Love Hewitt of course truly just as how Chastain sized her up. The legendary brunette however scoffing at the thought of this upstart redhead seeking to dethrone her tonight, especially a redhead who’s just getting into the business at her age.
“I appreciate the compliments, but Jessica’s got another thing coming to her if she thinks she can put me away tonight. I’ve dealt with the best of the best in this business. Elisha Cuthbert and Michelle Williams have all fallen to me at one time or another. One thing I’ve learnt, Jessica – and yes, I watched some of your footage too - is that you simply don’t compare.”
Trust Hewitt to end the press conference on a cold note. Jessica trying to look as cordial as her words uttered before, as the two women face-off for the cameras, but she’s clearly putting in a lot of effort there not to slap that haughty face in the mouth.
Hours later and it’s time for both ladies’ entrances into the arena: a confident strut to the ring for Chastain, in her flaming red leotard and sports bra to match her hair, which is bundled into a neat ponytail. Jennifer on the other hand donning a grey sports bra, black tights, finally with black gloves bunched together, ready to roar as well. Referee waves his arm and HERE we go with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1: Chastain showing measured hesitation in the first minute, turning to face Hewitt each time her opponent side-steps and circles, as she looks for an opening. Jennifer surely the more aggressive one early on, flicking jabs in Jessica’s direction but mostly hitting the gloves. Chastain however needs to kick it up a notch if she wants to win this - right now all she’s doing is letting Love showcase her skills and show everyone why she’s considered the veteran fighter in this fight… Last minute and she takes the silent advice - Jessica scoring with a couple of jabs sent into the chin, the crowd cheering the underdog on with each hit landed. But Hewitt merely growling back and firing, snagging the nostrils too, as both girls go wild with bloodlust all the way to the bell.
ROUND 2: Here we go! Jessica getting a taste for flesh, now roaring forward and meeting Love head on! Girls exchanging rapid flurries to the guard, then the face, both targeting different body parts at the same time. Jennifer trying to show off her headwork and bobbing her head, but still getting tagged by errant punches to her lips and cheek - a far cry performance from when she used to beat other greats like Cuthbert and Alba. Now in her wizened age, she’s just too slow and too unwieldy, getting her face lit up by the rookie here... Chastain however faring no better on the receiving end, choking when a infuriated Hewitt sends a sudden hook into the side of her head late in the round, almost spinning her off into the ropes. Thankfully the bell ends and we’d still say that the Doll managed to take this round for herself, but not by much...
ROUND 3: Hewitt eager to capitalize as she stalks forward, trying to pressure the rookie into making a mistake. Chastain in a shambles in the third, trying to focus on both offense and defense at the same time and as a result, getting wrecked. She’s suddenly wary of Love’s power behind her punches, spooking easily whenever a hook flies close at her face. But then, she tries to level with jabs at the body and chest, to no avail. Hewitt either taking the blows and then dishing out three-fold, slamming the guard relentlessly and driving the redhead back with shots to the tummy. Last few seconds and both women breathing heavily, but there's a worried look on Chastain’s face as she wonders how to best crack this nut without chipping her teeth in the process.
ROUND 4: Love smirking at the rookie as we begin the fourth, so confident that she has this fight in her own bag. Chastain switching into defensive gear fully now, at the advice of her trainer in corner. And it works! Jennifer hitting at air as she stumbles and swings into nothingness, whilst Jessica free to pay her back with measured jabs into the face and body. Grunts of pain elicited from Love’s lips as she doesn't get the memo to change her own tactics. She does nothing of the sort, especially when a payback hook swipes into her face to the side, stunning her with an UGHH! It’s all Chastain now!! Redhead CHUGGING forward with more lefts, rights, barreling into the body before sending the shocked veteran DOWN to the ground with a nasty right hook! It’s an early KNOCKDOWN for Jessica Chastain!
Jennifer Hewitt in tatters and glassy eyed as she crawls on her belly towards possible salvation in the ropes, but it looks just too far away. Jessica calmly heading to neutral corner, not like some of her stablemates who would be happy to prematurely celebrate at this achievement. Referee however hits the 10-count too quickly, with Hewitt still only on her knees! Jessica’s victory is now officially sealed!!
Official Decision: Jessica Chastain defeats Jennifer Love Hewitt via KO4!
AFTER: What a win for Chastain tonight, proving that age is really just a number. She’s excitedly waving at the crowds, having barely broken a sweat in the ring tonight!
Of course, Hewitt heartbroken, has to be helped up to her hunches as the referee checks to see if she’s still alive. Uh oh - what’s this? Chastain making a move on her opponent… A flash of fear in Hewitt’s eyes as she’s wondering what the redhead is up to.
“Good fight” Chastain says with a nod, surprising her for a moment.
Hewitt too taken aback, her head still partially spinning. All she manages is a nod as Jessica gives her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, before the winner here tonight resumes her victory lap around four corners of the ring.
Looks like old leopards really do keep their spots, however, as despite the display of good sportsmanship from Chastain, Hewitt still giving her that salty look with a roll of the eyes each time she’s sure that she’s not looking in her direction.
One thing’s for sure: Chastain may be of a certain age, but there’s a whole lot of potential packed in her frame for the future! Hewitt on the other hand left to reevaluate her place in the cosmos. Will she or won’t she, is the question on everyone’s mind with regards to her retirement plans in order to protect her legacy.
Post by The Dollhouse on Sept 8, 2018 15:31:30 GMT -6
Hayley Williams (29, 5’2, 104 lbs, 4:2 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Brenda Song (30, 5’1, 112 lbs, 21:29 FCBA, Bazz Fight Club)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: Hayley Williams sitting back in her chair in the press conference hall, a mixture of sympathy and confidence on her face.
“I know Brenda is on a long losing streak, but that only makes her more dangerous if you ask me. Not to mention: she’s a veteran. I actually might be taller than her… believe it or not! That doesn’t happen a lot,” she chuckles. “But she’s pretty bulky, she’s obviously stronger than me. I’ll have to stay the f*ck away. Hopefully I can do that while doing some damage while I’m at it. I seriously respect Brenda and I’m looking forward to a tough fight. I’m totally for her breaking her losing streak, but it’ll have to wait a bit!” she ends with a laugh.
Brenda flashing a grateful smile as her opponent wraps up her turn at the mic. It’s true that the Bazz veteran is on a whopping ELEVEN-fight losing streak, with all the same indications that her misfortunes are going to continue, after falling to some of the best Flyweights in the division. Still, the dark-haired beauty surprising upbeat:
“I want to thank Hayley for those kind words. Most girls? They pick me as an opponent solely because they think I’m gonna be a pushover in the ring, or that I’m just easy pickings. But Hayley? She seems to look past my previous year of disappointments, as the rest of you should, and sees my record in its entirety. Don’t forget - I’ve faced off against some of the best in the division; beaten girls like Kreuk and Shahi. So don’t f*cking underestimate me.”
Later, girls showing their appreciation to the fans with waves and smiles whilst coming down the ramp, both looking ready for this fight. Hayley spunky with that yellow and red dyed hair and rock-chick persona, giving fellow stablemate Avril Lavigne a run for her money. She’s dressed in her usual Dollhouse attire: baby blue mixed with black cameo top and bottoms, whereas Brenda more sensually dressed: black mini-top and short denim shorts, her long black hair flowing out in a loose ponytail. Referee gets a nod from both corners as they signal their readiness to throw down. HERE we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
ROUND 1: Energetic Williams wanting to make a statement that she can hang and bang with the greatest amongst her counterparts, starts this fight at a quick pace of circling and slapping leather into Brenda’s face, each successful hit drawing a loud cheer from the crowd and a grunt from Song’s lips. Hayley using her agility to good effect early on, which must have been her game plan coming into this fight. Brenda built like a tank, finding it hard to catch the smaller girl to steamroll her, but she’s undoubtedly smart, hanging back in a later minute whilst drawing Hayley inwards on purpose. Williams eagerly coming into the pocket, still firing punches into Brenda’s body and forearms, when she gets ROCKED by a hook that everyone else saw coming except her! Hayley off balance by that ONE punch, now scrambling to get back to dominating her counterpart, only to get whacked by ANOTHER hook sent into her forearms! This Doll needs to be ten times more careful if she hopes to eke out a win here tonight! Thankfully, the bell rings soon after, with Song beaming back to corner, even though by our estimates, she wasn't the one who took this opening one based on points alone.
ROUND 2: Bad news for Hayley as she struggles to deal with Song’s superior power. She needs to adapt or die, that's what we always say, no matter how cruel that sounds. Hayley doing her best to do so, less eager to storm forward and instead punching at Brenda from the peripheral. Not that effective of a strategy, with the experienced Song fending off the smaller girl’s light jabs with relative ease. Hayley still alert however, dodging Brenda’s straight hands in turn, rather than let them land hard on her guard. But Williams still playing with fire by keeping herself close by... Remember that it might take one lucky swing for her to fly head over her heels here (obviously in a more painful manner…) Last minute and a right hand SCORES on Hayley’s forearms, with Williams squealing from the impact that drives her back across half the ring! Luckily it didn't land clean, that one, but that doesn't stop Song from grinning from ear-to-ear at her clear display of her power for the second round running.
Round 3: Hayley not taking any more chances in the third, keeping herself FAR away this round and letting Song tire herself out whilst chasing her. Brenda too needs to fight more wisely - she’s letting her lead evaporate all too quickly as she pursues Hayley with missed swings, only to start getting herself tagged back in the face in the second half. Williams not playing around anymore, with a focused face of concentration behind her gloves as she stacks in the jabs and shoves Song’s face back multiple times over the course of three minutes. Brenda doing her best to fight back in the second half, but the pain is racking up points, forcing her to keep her face hidden behind her forearms. Hayley narrowly avoids another hook to the head in the final seconds, ducking to one side but certainly getting spooked all over by the thought that it’s gonna take MUCH more than what she dished out this past round in order to fell someone like Song.
ROUND 4: Not so easily done, I’m afraid. Brenda also receiving feedback and admoshing from her own corner in between, and despite the scarring on her body and cheek, looks ready to take the fight back to Hayley in the fourth. Hayley trying to repeat the same tactics of circling and jabbing, and relying on her speed to get things done. But she’s finding it more difficult to penetrate Song’s tough exterior, as the American Asian beauty keeps her guard firm and her head down. Hayley growing ambitious though, coming forward and hitting more combinations on the guard, and after one such flurry to the forearms, she receives a right hand from Song that penetrates straight into the body, FOLDING her over, eyes bulging! OUCH. Hayley shocked and awed as what we feared the most becomes reality: she’s stumbling backwards in disarray, when HERE COMES SONG, looking to close the party! It’s what the Bazz girl’s been waiting for: hooks now flying left and right as she blows the smaller girl out of the water. Hayley smartly covers up like her foe did, taking the worse of the barrage on the sides of her head and ribs. Still though, they’re a doozy, Brenda’s power knocking the poor girl about like a pinata at a children’s party. Final seconds and she manages to get the f*ck out of range, at the screaming insistence of Carmen from corner. Brenda clearly tired herself, if not she could have certainly floored the Doll if she had managed to keep pace back there. Regardless, it’s Song’s moment in the spotlight, retaking the fourth with a good lead of her own. ROUND 5: Not much action in the fifth, and understably so: both women catching a breather, and even if Song wanted to close the distance to capitalise, her heaving chest suggests some difficulty otherwise, the mind wanting what the body simply cannot handle. Hayley predictably spooked again, stays at arm’s reach and doesn’t even attempt to throw any significant punches this round at Song. Tentative jabs land on the face but each step forward is met with a leap back from Hayley, and the round ends before any good exchange can take off from either girl’s direction.
ROUND 6: Brenda coming forward aggressively in the opening seconds - could this be a switch in a strategy that will shake up the contest? Hayley definitely startled, using her agility to try and evade whilst jabbing at her attacker’s head. Brenda undeterred, however, taking measured steps forward whilst absorbing Hayley’s combination on the guard, before rinsing and repeating. Bazz girl not even firing a hook in turn to try and floor her opponent, and in the next moment, we find out why: Hayley too busy concentrating on evading her tormentress, doesn’t realize that she’s being herded into a corner by Brenda’s superior footwork. Hey - just because you’re faster on your feet in the ring doesn’t mean that your movements are considered the smart ones. Brenda knows this all too well as a veteran of the ring, has Hayley in her cross-sights and TAKES IT, STARTS SWINGING RAPIDLY all of a sudden! Look of profound shock on Hayley’s face as the tidal wave catches her completely unprepared! She’s weathering hook after hook, straight hands that SMASH in the guard, which is rapidly evaporating from the abuse! Another right hand sails right through the middle of the singer’s weakened arms, IMPACTS the nose HARD, and DOWN GOES WILLIAMS WITH A LOUD GRUNT!
KNOCKDOWN for Brenda Song, as she parades around the ring, chest heaving and an arm raised high in the sky! Hayley sputtering on all fours, stunned and winded by the sheer bullying power of her opponent. Referee counting her out already, but hell, the spunk in her small frame continuing to push her upwards still to rise by the count. She makes it back up by the count of 8!
Brenda giving the girl kudos where it’s due, nodding to Williams when the ref asks her if she wants to continue and Williams responding with a resounding nod of her own. But there’s two minutes left on this clock - will she be able to turn the tide or even survive?? Brenda with little sympathy once the bell officially rings, flies at Hayley again, none of that measured hanging back anymore and simply wanting to end this. Hayley unfortunately like a deer caught in the headlights, having little prep time before she’s STUNNED again by a straight hand straight to the chest, following by a haymaker that literally rotates her along the ropes. STILL the Paramore starlet not deeming it her while to go down! Brenda though not making the same mistake twice of letting her get away this time, and truth be told, Hayley’s legs not even attempting to, as she stays with her back glued to the ropes, taking the punishment to the body and head in waves after waves of elbows in and out! Brenda crashes ANOTHER hook into the unprotected cheek and that’s it! The referee jumps in to save Williams! It’s over!!
Official Decision: Brenda Song defeats Hayley Williams via TKO6!
AFTER: An EMOTIONAL finish from Song as she finally manages to break her long lasting losing streak, celebrating with an immediate drop to her knees as the crowd cheers and shares in her elation. Williams crestfallen by contrast, left barely standing as she leans back into the ropes for support, still too stubborn for her knees to touch the canvas.
Brenda however ever-gracious, knows what this victory means to herself as well as what a loss this must be to Haley’s pride, immediately goes over to her and the two girls share a brief hug. Referee raising Song’s hand, but she deliberately shares the victory with a tear-faced Williams, raising her hand as well in celebration for putting on a wonderful fight together.
Later, Brenda talking to reporters, a big smile on her face: “It goes to show that ANYONE can stage a comeback if they work hard enough. I really want to thank Hayley for this win. Believe it or not, I think that she fought well tonight, and her kind words really pushed me to put in my best too,” she says. “Listen, Hayley. Anytime you want a rematch, I’m totally up for it!”
Post by The Dollhouse on Sept 8, 2018 15:34:15 GMT -6
Katheryn Winnick (40, 5’4, 123 lbs, 10:3 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Kate Beckinsale (45, 5’7, 130 lbs, 42:29:3 FCBA, Empire Boxing)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: Back in the conference room backstage, Katheryn Winnick and Kate Beckinsale are set to face-off with words before actions, with neither of them looking like they are too thrilled about this part of the fight ceremony. Nonetheless, Winnick has first dibbs on responding when reporters ask her about her chances in the ring tonight.
“So this is the FIRST time I’m fighting someone older than me…” the blonde jokes, as the rest of the room chuckles along at the jab sent in Beckinsale’s direction. “It’s a good feeling for a change, but let’s face it: Kate has had an amazing career both in the FCBA and Hollywood. I mean, her boxing record speaks for itself. She has more than 70 fights under her belt and she’s still in amazing shape at 45. I respect that a lot and I know I’ll have to be at the top of my game to beat someone like her…but that’s exactly what I plan on doing. She’s 5’7, and that’s going to be quite the problem to solve, but I think I have the answers. I’m really excited for this one. I can’t wait to get into the ring already. So lets finish this boring conference quickly shall we?” Winnick ends with a laugh.
Well, if she was expecting her nice-girl personality to draw a similar response from Beckinsale, she was wrong. Kate fully aware of her ‘Queen of the FCBA’ status, but come on, that doesn’t give her the liberty to dismiss every compliment Katheryn just paid her?
“Kathy darling, I don’t know where you get your delusions from about winning tonight. Like you said, I’m more popular, more experienced, and bigger than you. What it means is this: you’re simply out of my league. I know I just lost a match to that traitor Markle, but you, my dear, are below that little tent-pole of a woman. You know…I’m excited too,” Kate gives a short laugh whilst covering the mouth with the back of her hand. “Excited to make you bow down by the time I’m through with you.”
Phew. Cutting words from the Brit drawing a frown from Winnick’s direction, but hey, at this point, she should be used to every girl coming her way to underestimate her, to their own peril of course. Its fight time and Winnick is out first, her usual confident grin on full display as the blonde approaches the ring with a light jog accompanied by Carmen Electra and Kristanna Loken. Katheryn is wearing her trademark white sports bra and matching tights, black and white gloves, hair up in a high ponytail. She climbs into the ring swiftly and makes a lap around the ring, waving to her many fans in the arena before settling in her corner, stretching, to some wild cheers. Those cheers die down though as the ‘villain’ for tonight enters the arena, Kate Beckinsale garnering an equal amount of cheers and boos from the capacity crowd here tonight. The brunette waves in all directions with a cold smirk on her face before strutting her way towards the ring, black gloves on her hips. Kate is wearing a black sports bra and matching black short tights, a sharp contrast to Winnick’s white themed attire. Her wet looking hair tied in a sleek tight ponytail. She makes it into the ring, shooting the awaiting blonde a cold b*tch-stare before walking to her own corner and taking her sweet time stretching and having some last words with her own corner crew.
Girls setting up at opposing corners of the ring, fully exploiting the crowds volume in their respective corners. Like Winnick said before, both these gorgeous women may be over 40 but they look nothing like their age, drawing as many hoots as some of their younger counterparts on the roster. Referee doing his job professionally, however, going through the motions and making the final preparations for this clash of queens. HERE we go with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1: While Winnick’s faced down plenty of storming foes eager to take her head off before, she hasn't faced someone quite like Kate Beckinsale. Both girls favouring their guard and dual defensive styles on full display: Winnick with a medium guard hovering over her chest, whereas Kate with one arm over half her face, the other ready to poke at her opponent. The result is… not much action to be honest for the first minute, with both women playing it safe. Katheryn fending off jabs to the head with relative ease, only poking back sporadically. Both women appear spooked by the other, scooting quickly out of harm’s way if they happen to get a whiff of the other woman’s scent. However, in the second half, Kate begins to pick up the pace, favouring her right jab more clearly, giving Kath a little more trouble. Winnick grunting and backing away in the final few seconds, getting scarred on the cheek, with the only significant combination that lands this round coming from Beckinsale. Kate takes this round for herself by a big margin, just by showing up.
ROUND 2: Katheryn’s adaptability is gonna be tested in this fight as another type of beast rears her gorgeous head. How will she deal with a fighter with the same style as hers, much less with far more experience in the ring? First minute sees the same action (or lack thereof) compared to the previous round. Still, Kate emboldened, comes out of the gate jabbing at the same speed as before. Katheryn however able to block or deflect them on her guard, before swinging back with a BLAST of a right hook into Kate’s side! She wasn't expecting that! Kate lets out a half scream, half grunt as the blow bends her body almost in half. Another one-two to the nose drives her back, in full retreat, and she’s left in panic mode for the rest of the round, hounded by Kat’s steady hands at her head. Still, there’s not a significant number of punches actually landing on skin, but it’s a better round for Winnick all the same!
ROUND 3: Back to the slow, steady grind: girls keeping their distance, occasionally poking at defences but barely making it through. Both of them still too strong, too fresh and alert. After each getting a round apiece, there's a sense of hesitancy in the air instead of the usual bullish need to charge, which is a rare quality amongst many fighters today. Ironically, the crowd adding to the excitement of the match on their behalf, cheering both women on and trying to get them to up the tempo a notch. Kate listening actively to her name being recited over and over again, begins to slap more punches into Katheryn’s face before going after her body. Kath eating hits but clearly leading her opponent on, taking the early abuse and then dishing it back to a stunned face of Beckinsale, who was clearly thinking that she was the one leading here. Winnick ends the round with a blunt parry of her right hand off to side, sending Kate stumbling off awkwardly, before burying a slick uppercut into her body. The bell rings before Katheryn can swing a final, big punch to land the kill, but there's little doubt that Beckinsale’s the one left gasping in tatters.
ROUND 4: Just goes to show: you often slip up against a defensive fighter by going on the offensive yourself, no matter how ironic that sounds. That would of course explain the hesitancy throughout this fight. Kate learnt her lesson, hanging *way* back now, and letting Kath pick up the pace herself. Winnick also cautiously circling inwards, jabbing straights into Kate’s guard, but having trouble pinning her down. Beckinsale all too glad to absorb, before crashing Kat’s party with choice straight crosses that batter the middle of her forearms. The first one lands hard, stunning Kath a little. But the second one makes her eyes bulge as it lands hard on her midsection. Mouth open, a shiver travels through her body as the blow cuts her in half. Kate steps in to take advantage, left hand battering the top half of her torso, before another right hand whips her head hard to the side! UGHH. Kath in bad shape all of a sudden, trying to catch herself from tumbling face-down onto the ground. No such luck - Beckinsale still on her and in her way, battering hard on the door - in this case, Katheryn’s head - until the blonde is literally forced down to the ground with an overhand left hand from Beckinsale! KNOCKDOWN!
Disaster struck for the Doll on home soil as her opponent bullies her way to victory this round. However, glimmer of hope as Winnick sent down, but already scrambling back to her feet, pulling the ropes for support. There's a crestfallen look on her face, for sure, but at least her eyes are still open and blinking rapidly.
Last minute on the clock and Beckinsale showing restraint, betraying her true feelings only with a sly smirk as the round resumes. Make no mistake - Kate’s still the one in control here, stalking forward and trying to end the round on a dominant note. But Winnick not giving her any clear shots to work with. She’s scrambling out of the way, counter-jabbing at her head to dissuade her. Bell ends and both ladies end up at opposing sides of the ring. It’s Beckinsale’s round from that early knockdown though, as we head into the middle mark and more uncertainty.
ROUND 5: For two defensive fighters, both women certainly scoring aplenty. They circle and shake, trying to out-maneuver the other. If Kate was hoping to have an easy time here, however, she’s clearly disappointed, finding Kath’s guard still intact and holding strong. Beckinsale pounding away on it regardless, attempting to break the stranglehold, but gets shocked to the face when Winnick flits her fists back into her nose. Wild exchange in the middle as both girls look to capitalise, but end up panting in each other’s arms in the clinch, before they push off at the same time to reset in corners. Kate doing slightly more damage this round, but that's not saying much either. Winnick slightly more cautious, and that's paying off in the long run.
ROUND 6: Slow start to the sixth, as both girls catch their breaths and move sideways instead or forward. Kate taking the initiative again, trying to score on the face and body, but gets PUSHED backwards when Winnick unleashes a straight right into the middle of her guard. This Brit certainly has something to prove by constantly taking this many fights over and over. But this ain't it, it seems. She’s getting driven back by the middle mark, not knowing how to deal with Katheryn’s powerful cross punches that are landing with power, some of which even piercing the tummy as Kath also experiments with the body abuse. Of course, aggressor Kate not going to take this punishment lying down. She surges forward pass the second minute, intent on giving the blonde back ten-fold, and fully expecting to take some collateral damage along the way. It’s only by Katheryn’s alertness does she stymy the Brit’s efforts, easily avoiding a couple of hooks to the head before banging her own off the sides of Kate’s body. Kate groaning and moaning by this point of time, forced to back up for the upteenth instance, and allowing Winnick to score punches all the way back to the bell. Bad move for her right there as she gets more and more reckless when she’s on the losing side.
ROUND 7: The girls head into the seventh and it’s not a place both of them really want to be. But little choice do they have as neither of them willing to back down, or go down, without a fight. Kate hounding the head early with jabs, learning her lesson from the previous round to not charge in blindly. Fine with Winnick, of course, who mirrors the same thing and also pokES steadily at Kate’s defences. Both women scoring to the face periodically, but by this time, their tired bodies reacting to the sharp, stinging pain on instinct, immediately moving away from each other instead of surging forward to amp up the action. At the end of three minutes, I’d say neither girl really takes this round for herself, a combination of their hesitancy and exhaustion beginning to seep into mutual reality.
ROUND 8: Even at 45 years of age, Beckinsale’s body has a limit to how much it’s willing to be pushed… No matter how fit as a fiddle she may look or how confident that smile is on her face on every magazine cover, when she’s hounded by punches up top and down below, she’s bound to get sapped of strength and energy by a certain point. Her body ready to throw in the towel here, and Winnick, of course, can be argued to be in a similar situation herself, but at least the blonde is fighting smarter and more focused, dealing with Kate’s early aggression with measured counter-blows that rock the face and slam hard into the body. Kate left wheezing and bent over by the end of the first minute, with her opponent closing the net bit by bit by advancing on her position. Katheryn sensing that this might be the best time to strike, using a fast combination to get Kate’s guard up, then hooking a punch into the ribs, before her off with a precise uppercut that ROCKS the forearms. Kate being driven backwards one step at a time, still stubbornly holding onto her sanity. It’s only when Katheryn landS another sharp one into her chin does her eyes roll upwards in pain and shock, the culmination of pain and exhaustion finally sealing her fate in the coffin. A hook to the face sends the ‘Queen of the FCBA’ herself collapsing down to the ground HARD, and that is where she stays! Referee counting the defeated brunette out all the way to ten as a mere formality!
Official Decision: Katheryn Winnick defeats Kate Beckinsale via KO8!
AFTER: It’s another loss on Beckinsale’s record, and ANOTHER impressive victory for Katheryn Winnick, as the simply exhausted looking blonde uses her last ounces of strength to celebrate in ring with her hands high in the air and a big smile of relief plastered across her face. She certainly deserves this win tonight - everything went well in her favour, and she managed to stay classy whilst putting Kate away as well.
Beckinsale getting ignored the entire time as Winnick lifts a hand high to each corner of the arena, cementing her dominance inside the squared circle. That being said, not much Kate can do to protest either, as she’s brought back to her senses by the medics in the corner, looking like she’s in no position to hurl any insults this time.
“I knew she was a dangerous opponent, even at 45, but no matter who you are, you gotta give me some respect in there or you’ll get outboxed,” A visibly fatigued Winnick tells reporters on her way out of the ring “It took 8 long rounds and I got beat up pretty badly…but I took her out. I’m not a f*cking rookie. Respect your opponent girls! Too bad 70+ fights didn’t teach Kate that.” she ends with another wink at the cameras, before heading back up the ramp, shadowed by Carmen and the rest of her stablemates.
Post by The Dollhouse on Sept 8, 2018 15:38:50 GMT -6
Avril Lavigne (33, 5’2, 128 lbs, 15:8 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Ashley Benson (28, 5’4, 132 lbs, FCBA, Pretty Little Punchers)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: It’s the Doll Ball and the press conference room is jam-packed full of reporters and fans alike. Avril smirking as the camera flashes light up her face, full of appreciation at being the center of attention here tonight. She starts the ball rolling by choosing to plug her own upcoming music comeback instead of talking about her imminent opponent in the flesh.
“So as you all know, my new single and video are coming out September 19! I’ve been on a break from music for almost five years, and I’m finally back, b*tches!” Avril laughs. “It’s so exciting! It’s a new era for me…So, there’s no way in HELL I’m losing tonight. My music comeback has to happen with like… a BANG, you know? So I’m gonna BANG the f*ck outta Ashley Benson tonight!” The blonde singer lets out a high pitched laugh. “Yeah yeah, she’s big and acts tough. But whatever. We all know she has serious problems fighting Canadians. I mean, Lowndes beat her ass TWICE! Well, I’m the f*cking *best* Canadian around, so… guess who’s winning tonight?!” Avril ends her mini-speech with another crazed laugh and a wink.
On the other side of the table, Ashley Benson judging her opponent every step of the way, part of her relishing the thought of being invited to participate in a Doll Ball, while the other part can’t wait for this conference to be done with so she can get her chance at punching someone as loud-mouthed as Avril Lavigne.
“God… Avril is making new music again? I did NOT need to know that!” Ashley says, eyes open wide in horror, shaking her head with a chuckle. “But actually, now that I know it’s a big month for you, I’m gonna take EXTRA pleasure in beating you up, Av. I know you like bragging about beating creampuffs and all that jazz, but the last time you were up against a REAL woman like Mendes, you got your ass handed to you. Well, guess what, hon? You’re facing a REAL woman again tonight and the only ‘creampuff’ in that ring is gonna be you. Comparing yourself to Lowndes? That’s HILARIOUS. I’m no Lowndes fan, but seriously, she would beat you with one hand tied behind her back. You chose the wrong woman to mess with before your big, cringy musical comeback. You’d better hope I don’t totally mess your face up, or you’ll have to spend your big music comeback hiding at home. Let’s go get started, shall we?” Ashley ends with a cold stare directed at the shocked Canadian.
No time for Ms Lavigne to respond, even though she looks as though she would really like to do so after being insulted to hell and back. That being said, her face saying everything her mouth couldn’t, turning as red as a tomato and then practically bursting out insults as officials get in between both girls on instinct, pre-empting an all out catfight on stage. Well, what else is new when Avril’s involved?
Hours later, and both ladies are making their way down the ramp to settle their earlier differences. Avril looks like she’s calmed down a tad, but one never really knows what’s going through this girl’s mind. She struts towards the ring all smiles, accompanied by trainer Kristanna Loken and clad in her usual pink and black sports bra and short tights, hair up in a messy high ponytail.
Benson is out next and the bigger blonde is all business as she strides down the aisle towards the ring accompanied by stable-mate Lucy Hale and trainer Nia Peeples. She’s wearing a sexy purple bikini underneath a white satin robe. Hands covered with pure white boxing gloves and hair in a messy ponytail, her curvy body on display for the fans - and seems like Ashley has plenty of them in attendance tonight as the blonde is getting some hefty cheers much to Avril’s displeasure. Benson finally reaches the ring, blatantly taking her sweet time with some prefight preparations possibly aimed at annoying the eager Lavigne by making her wait more than she’s ready to. Shooting Avril a few cocky smirks from across the ring, Ashley is clearly getting under the Punk Princess’ skin now…but the referee finally waves his hands and both corners are set to clash in this contest of ten rounds of Flyweight action! HERE we go!
ROUND 1: Certainly another clash of contrasting styles as we begin this fight: Ashley known in many circles to be your quintessential power broker, liking to come after girls with her big swings and bigger attitude. She’s doing that right now to the letter, heading straight for Avril and seeking to overwhelm her with hooks from the start of this match. Of course, Benson hasn’t faced someone with as big an ego as Lavigne herself, and with the amount of pride both girls puffing their chests out to show, this bout is bound to be an explosive one indeed. Benson taking swings at the head, but finding it hard to catch Avril on her quicker feet. Instead, Lavigne taking pot-shots at the blonde’s chest, looking to irritate her JMD roots, and eventually enrage her fully when the fifth jab to her tits goes unanswered. Benson letting out a yell like a raging banshee, making her want to smack Avril in the face all the more. Towards the end of the round, she does manage to catch the Canadian on her guard, really sloshing her about when a hook lands hard. Avril gasps in shock, but manages to avoid getting trapped in the pocket, where Ashley could have certainly made mincemeat outta her. The round ends before things can get conclusive for either girl.
ROUND 2: Back to the back-and-forths, with Lavigne cementing her strategy of coming in fast and hitting hard, before swivelling back outta Ashley’s way. Benson needs to fight better, period, and apparently she hasn’t done much research on how slippery Avril can be as a fighter. Being able to take down bigger (and some would say, better) girls than you is no easy feat, but Avril has certainly done it plenty times before, beating the likes of Victoria Justice and Lindsay Lohan. Ashley’s frustration only seems to build and build though as she absorbs punishment from afar, taking multiple hits to the face, lips and chin, then her body getting pock-marked as Avril gleefully returns to targeting her chest area. Benson finally understanding that her strategy ain’t working, but it’s already the last thirty seconds in the round. She stays in one spot, daring Avril to come at her again. But all the Canadian is doing is sticking her tongue from the opposing corner - she knows she’s done MORE than enough this round to land her a comfortable lead. Why would she wanna risk something foolish like that?
ROUND 3: Ashley retaining her own advice in the third, with slow movements out of her corner, but deliberate nonetheless. Fine, she seems to tell herself. If Avril won’t come to her, she’s not gonna play her game and not find herself caught in her trap. This seems to work early on, with Lavigne ramping up the verbal abuse from the other corner, calling Ashley ‘a stupid coward’, ‘just another blonde bimbo’, and the worse offender, in our opinion, ‘big creampuff’. But to Benson’s credit, this blonde ain’t budging. Avril tentatively jabbing at her, or she’s forced to more likely, before getting STUNNED to the guard when a right cross from Benson finally lands right smack in the center! Avril YELPS as the power behind that one punch rattles her entire body and immediately she opts to jump backwards out of harm’s way. Ashley the one smirking behind her gloves at the end of these three minutes. A similar exchange between both girls going on for at least three to four times before the bell finally rings, with Avril landing more punches in the interim, no doubt, but Ashley looking like the one with a clear path forward by the end.
ROUND 4: Benson sticking to her guns in the fourth, daring at Lavigne to ‘COME AT ME, B*TCH!’ and ‘YOUR MUSIC SUCKS BALLS’. Oh my - that last one certainly stung, because here comes the Punk Princess, looking ready to blow her top off. With a growl that sounds more like a tabby cat in labour, she springs forward with a lunging superman punch, ready to take Ashley’s head off. Only… she’s stopped in her tracks by Benson holding firm and anticipating the blow, taking the punch on her forearms, before - WHAPP - sending a hook straight across the Canadian’s face in reply! OUCH. Avril arguably even MORE red-faced after she takes more hooks to the face, with Benson choosing THIS exact moment to stalk her continuously about the ring, using the right hand to force as many powerful blows through the guard, with the intention of knocking this egotistically girl down a peg or two. Avril looking like she’s in trouble early, but then using her training to get out of range quickly, preventing her from being trapped in the blonde’s nasty pocket. Still, Lavigne looks shell-shocked from that torrent of abuse she just endured, hanging onto the ropes as though ready to tilt over at a moment’s notice. She needs to stay CLEAR of this girl from now on!
ROUND 5: Here we go with the middle-mark of this fight! Both girls finding some success for themselves and the jury still out on which fighting style will prevail. Perhaps it’ll all come down to experience? Or perhaps it’ll all come down to just pure, dumb luck. Girls come out of corners a little more slowly, testing the waters for blood. Ashley however the more aggressive one, wanting to build upon her previous success. She’s swinging punches at Avril’s head like she was doing in the early first and second rounds, and is dismayed to find that Avril’s still as slippery as she was back then. What ever happened to that fly-in-your-face attitude that characterised Avril’s early approach to fighting in her career? Well, that certainly shows how much the blonde has grown from that time until now. She’s learning to better adapt to her opponent’s strengths and exploit their weaknesses. She’s back to snapping jabs into Benson’s face from afar, focusing on avoiding and weaving first, before counter-attacking with choice blows that land clean. Ashley’s face getting lit up by the end of three minutes, shaking the pain and shock from her head as she heads back to corner dismayed. Avril impresses once more, and hopefully she’ll be able to sustain her lead.
ROUND 6: Ashley really taking things up a notch all of a sudden, going on a punching spree as she tries to overwhelm Lavigne with both quality AND quantity. Avril struggling to fend off the sudden assault, her arms and legs working in overdrive as much as Benson’s. But the blonde’s blitzkrieg appears to pay off early! Avril weaves one way when she should have blurred the other, and gets ROCKED to the face when one of Benson’s killer hooks lands hard! UGHH. Even the crowd felt that one! Avril backing off even faster now, but surprising everyone when she continues to fend off the onslaught with relative ease. Benson doing her best to secure a knockdown right here and now, but she’s grunting with exertion as she struggles to put Avril away. Not if she can help it though, expertly parrying those heavy hands to the side, before slapping leather back into Benson’s face as much and as often as possible. Ashley perhaps shouldn't have fixated so much on Avril’s rack, seeking revenge but costing her the knockdown this time by not targeting the head. Instead, Ashley finds herself on the losing side all of a sudden, grunting as Lavigne snaps another one-two uppercut up into her jawline, sending her head back and body following swiftly after! For a moment, Benson glaring hard, ready to harge right back at her to brawl, but NO - she collapses down onto her butt, looking groggy-eyed! It’s a shock KNOCKDOWN for Avril Lavigne in a comeback of a round!
Any celebration is short-lived, however, with Ashley already scrambling towards the ropes to get back into the fight. Still, one can't really blame Lavigne for grinning like a Cheshire cat in her corner, evil intent made worse now that she’s back in the winning column. Bell rings soon after Ashley’s recovery at the count of 8, and it’s taking every effort for the blonde to fight back tears, as her corner checks for any permanent damage.
ROUND 7: But it seems to be of little use: Benson still groggily swaying from side to side when the seventh starts, Avril possibly knocking a few screws loose in that last exchange to her head. It’s the Doll’s home game through and through at this point: she snaps jabs into Ashley’s nose, who struggles to even bring her guard up to defend in time. Then, more straight punches landing on her tummy, driving her backwards. Avril all comfortable with reverting back to her role as aggressor, starts flying at the blonde with bigger and better barrages, until Ashley’s SENT DOWN to the canvas once again, a flurry to her face proving too much for her to stand! This time, she doesn't make it back up in time, sobbing and moaning as she crawls in all directions but north! The referee waves it OVER!
Official Decision: Avril Lavigne defeats Ashley Benson via KO7!
AFTER: “Haha. What did I f*cking tell you? She’s a CREAMPUFF. And I busted her filling all over,” Avril gloating as usual, before immediately striding over to Benson and sending a straight kick into her side, sprawling her down onto her back.
Ashley’s only resistance is mouthing the word ‘Biiitchh..’ - the only thing she can do while Avril poses over her body, one foot planted firmly down on her chest. “I worked hard on my new album and you’re going to LIKE IT!” the Canadian spits down at her choking form, “I’ll send you a free copy of my new single as a recovery gift…I promise!” Avril laughs and delivers one last stomp to the moaning blonde before she’s surprised by Lucy Hale, who’s finally seen enough and storms into the ring through the ropes, barking at Avril to ‘get the f*ck away’ from Benson.
Avril immediately jumps away, clearly not interested in getting into a scuffle with Hale at this moment in time as she quickly retreats to the safety of her own corner. Now protected by her own Dollhouse crew, Avril giggles and confidently flips the irritated brunette off before turning her back on Lucy to continue her celebrations, high fiving her crew before waving at the cheering fans with a big grin.
A convincing victory for Avril Lavigne, whether you like her antics or not. She’s proven time and time again that she has both the stopping power in the ring and staying power in this division. And poor Ashley Benson finding this truth out the hard way, getting checked over by medics long after Avril’s done playing with her in the ring.
Post by The Dollhouse on Sept 8, 2018 15:44:59 GMT -6
Bella Thorne (20, 5’8, 120 lbs, 16:4 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Kira Kosarin (20, 5’8, 127 lbs, 13:6 FCBA, Bonzo’s Gym)
Results: Lookout!, Story: Bonzo
BEFORE: Kosarin in crisis? Young brunette rookie has stormed through the ranks of bantamweight, scoring win over win against young competition, lightweights included, yet after a title fight debut loss to Emily Van Camp in May, she’s suffered stunning back-to-back defeats to veterans Charlize Theron and Claire Danes, bringing her total yearly record to a dangerously mediocre 6 to 4, leaving her hopes at another title shot in tatters for the time being.
After miserable stints against the veteran force, Kira’s returning to another peer, and a very dangerous one to boot. Yet: Thorne in crisis, too? Bella Thorne has been the Dollhouse’s most consistent bantam and was last ranked #10 by Boxing World. Thorne has beaten Lively, Munn and the struggling Ashley Greene, but after the end of a nine-fight winning streak, she’s now coming off a loss to Dobrev, a title fight loss to Scodelario and another loss to Mitchell. Young upstarts don’t hold anything back in pre-fight press conference, as they strive to regain their lost momentum: “Kira’s bubble been popped…deflated air is what’s left”, Thorne informs the press in upbeat style. “She’s been overwhelming girls with her brashness, but we’ve got to thank Evangeline, Charlize and Claire for exposing her as a little punk kid. I know I don’t have the experience of those legendary names, but Kira’s days as the bantam bully are now past. I’m punching her out of the top twenty tonight – just watch me!” – Kosarin’s been making sniffy sighs of contempt throughout Bella’s remarks… “I’m glad I got invited to the Doll Ball, so I can wreck Bella on her home turf. There are worlds between us. I am the future of the bantam division, Bella is just, whatever.”
ROUND 1: Kira with trademark statement aggression from the bell, lunging into stocky, drifting jabs toward Bella’s face, neck, trying to force tempo – Bella accepts wallop onto her guard, then absorbs power via legginess….Thorne forms a looser stance, her left positioned at the hip, right hand underneath her chin, jerking her left shoulder to pivot smoothly around a very determined Kosarin planted on her left foot. Across minute one: Bella surprises Kira with educated, timed jab counters across the brunette’s right side/flank, spanking her lithe power towards Kosarin’s ribs, tummy or socking ‘em to the face from those crooked, bendy stances…Thorne pretty elusive, nimble against Kira’s stocky-strong pursuits. Thorne switches from being stalked to own aggression mid-round: sudden body-powered lead right pitches thru to jaw, togglin’ Kira’s head into violent snap, a curling left-right hook combo across the mouth tests the brunette’s leg stamina. Supple power shots turn Kira’s strong legs rubbery early, shift her pursuit stance into rigid defense: dukes form guard at eyebrows, stooping slightly off ropes. Sweet shots: Bella’s right hand tuckin’ in above Kira’s left hip like a lash, whup/whup. Rangy, concentrated punch work from Bella Thorne pretty much taking oomph out of Kira in the first…Kosarin oddly shut out, grimacing off the body-snapping delivery to her flanks, boobs, ribs, getting picked up in impressive fashion by rangy, outside Bella – Kira stirred up, angry at the bell, her eyes fiery versus Bella’s smirks.
ROUND 2: Action swinging free in early second round exchanges…girls volleying off from wide stances, lashing out their lickin’ punches from the hips – Kira’s stepping into the fray with more authority, leaning in to skid punches upside Bella’s skull, hairline, really spooking redhead with firepower, forces Thorne onto her heels, sees her negotiating short-jabs to Kira’s rack while pedaling backward. Kosarin’s right hand goes smack on Bella’s right arm guard, bashing it home, but mostly Kira’s delivering palm-down lashes beneath Thorne’s arms as she’s stepping counter-clockwise, hurting Bella firmly to the bod during those willowy outside exchanges as girls try to pre-empt each other with short jabs, sinewy hooks. Kira’s aggression consolidating throughout second heat – she’s stepping in behind the educated jabs now, scrubbing Bella a looped right hand across the cheek, buzzing redhead knees. Thorne’s butt stabilizes against ropes…Kira steps to her, tucking in lefts, rights at Bella’s fit waist, slowly bending Thorne off her stance. Short, violent uppercuts batter into Bella’s sternum, solarplexus…Kira’s power shots drop Bella’s activity, tempo…she’s exerting forward driving pressure down the stretch against grumpy Bella, increasingly covering redhead up while Thorne’s stooping forward to absorb Kira’s drip-drop delivery. Much more confident look from Kosarin at the bell: she’s all hard-nosed, wide-eyed, marching back to corner, wants to get back into Bella’s body right now.
ROUND 3: Kira applies pressure on Bella from the bell, stepping clockwise around her redhead while extending the left hand into pesky, poking jabs to brush the dust off Bella’s rack as Thorne tries to walk through the poke, gets scrubbed hard, solid sock as a result. Thorne punched off her stance, mismanaging her counter efforts…wide, lunging hooks from too-far-out range, misjudged balance during her forward lunges…Kira’s dangling left awaits, her legs hopping from one foot to the other foot, reading Thorne’s angry attacks with rare composure, timed patience. Second minute all about Kira hurting Bella: she’s crowding, bumping shoulders, creating inside battles against Bella’s elegant boxer’s credentials…Thorne struggling to hold ground, not getting a grip on Kosarin’s aggression during these instances. Digging body shots across Bella’s flanks, ribs, rack as her butt hits ropes, bullied inside these grasps…and suddenly BELLA SPRAWLS TO HER BACK! A crowded Thorne pushes Kira’s shoulders off while stepping back into ropes – Kira POUNDS the overhead right against her skull in concussive impact, sweeping redhead off her feet via one-shot power to crumple her onto the canvas. Scrambling legs from a shocked Thorne…she’s a rickety redhead beauty when she’s beaten the count…trying to hold a hop-jumping Kosarin off her via extended lefts….down the stretch, we see Thorne covering her face in pain as Kira’s pummeling her, her strong legs set solid, pushing, pinning Bella down, alternating tik-tok pressure to flanks/ribs with clobbering shots upside Bella’s skull/guard. Oh, Bella’s a slumping beauty on her stool after the bell as Dollhouse team gets to work…disheartened grimaces after shabby treatment from Kira during round three.
ROUND 4: Kira presses forward her attacks, rotating shoulders to roll into hup-hup lefts, rights across Bella’s ribs, tummy, stiff-jabbing around a bobbin’, hoppin’ Thorne in clockwise motions while also stepping into right hands across Bella’s lower back, flanks. Bella attempting to negotiate the pressure, pedaling slightly backward: she’s using the right hand to nudge Kira across the rack, leaning in wide righty to get her body into those thumping rack shots. There’s the right hand to forehead, Thorne….gorgeous, effortless, off-ropes wipe over Kira’s forehead/temple startles brunette, brings spasm-legged buzzes into those strong legs. Kosarin frowns, forming delicate v stance while lock-steppin’ away from the harm, mitts placed more defensively – Bella snarls, tucking in vicious payback hooks between Kira’s elbows, getting all sweet and strong into Kosarin’s upper ribs, tummy meat. Kira opens to trade, but wow, Thorne rises into a huge uppercut across Kira’s own left, and lands it plump on brunette cheek/jawline…Kosarin’s hands drop to lap, as she’s corkscrewing, pitching onto her butt in shock! Kira a confused beauty…she beats the count with moist eyes, affronted expression on her face! Bella bullyin’ her brunette from here…she’s driving in thick-ish rights to the chest, bulling Kira into ropes across stretches of fourth round. Minutes two, three pretty one-sided with Kosarin rickety off the deck: Bella forms mid-range, accumulating solid jab pressure against Kira’s guard, clout her girl strong, thick rights all round long…Kira moving across ropes, sullen, defensive, kept in check by taller redhead here, trying to find her legs back.
ROUND 5: Thorne stepping in with wide, confident steps…she’s doubling up the jab to get close, brisking up Kira’s jugs in sassy fashion, sliding out in time from Kosarin’s lunging right hand counters. Bella pivots around via the left, hooking lefty towards Kira’s ribs/liver while keeping busy with straight-rights into brunette face. Kosarin still slowed down from that knockdown impact, regrouping around her tight earmuff guard, not really applying considerable forward pressure – Bella fittin’ her girl in spots, back-in-ropes, picking out Kira to the body via her lanky, sloshing left/right combos across Kira’s proud frame. Thorne’s legs keeping in control throughout minutes two, three – she’s breezy, easy, loping around a thickly planted Kosarin, bending at the waist, leaning in and out of Kosarin’s stiff jabwork, righty counters…hooks catch Kira’s tummy, rights clobber her upside the head, lefty uppercuts bashing into her arms/neck…no doubt, Bella’s picking apart her brunette in spots. Down the stretch: Bella fits the right uppercut between ‘em mitts, scrubbin’ it across Kira’s jaw/mouth – and Kosarin’s wobbly-butt, stomping in hurt on the spot! Kira stoops off ropes at bell, her mitts clutched tight, torso shuddering under impact of Bella’s lanky, whiplash hooks across her tits, tummy. Thorne in Kosarin’s face at bell: “So ruinin’ your tummy, there, Kira!”, Bella blurts out as Kira’s tying up around her arms, pushin’ redhead back in anger…ref needs to get in hot and messy, separate strugglin’ beauties.
ROUND 6: Bella trying to build up continued dominance via the leggy pivots, stiff jabwork…she’s smacking Kira lefts, lefts, lefts across the rack, tummy while stepping out to the left outta Kosarin’s counter ranges, as brunette steps-with, struggling with Thorne’s tempo. Short, drifting right hand hook, Kira! Kosarin finally pre-empts, steps into Bella’s jab, then pulls the hook inside for a walloping sock against Thorne’s mouth, as Bella leans back her upper torso to dodge. Thorne’s mitts slosh up: she’s pedaling backward…and Kira tugs the lefty uppercut behind it, whacking Bella clean upside her right ear/temple. Punches/impact taking toll on Bella’s aggression, her legs stiffening in response…she’s stopping to apply that dominant pressure by way of her jabs, falls off her pace, forms more defensive stances at the end of Kira’s re-appearing poke! Kosarin’s still a little sheepish as she’s tap-tapping the left, her mitt bumping Bella’s mitts into her mouth, but not really leaning in big/effective, not stepping into follow-up combos/punches…the action still slowly starts moving Kira’s ways across the sixth round at some point. Girls stepping clockwise, counter-clockwise, but it’s Kira’s jab that’s managing the ring now, determining tempo/positions, time and again knocking into Bella’s tight guard, or bashing her upside the arms, neck, or ramming it into her chest, as Thorne’s output drops.
ROUND 7: Lankier Thorne increasingly stalked by a robust, stiff jab and hook offense from Kira’s waist…wide, strapping hooks bashing into openings at either side of Bella’s guard/skull, the straight jabs driving home thru the middle, fitting the redhead for clean contact, stop her from walking forward…Kira’s getting into rhythm here! Bella proves an apt defensive boxer, though, keeping her back just slightly clear off the ropes, trying to time her long-limbed counter wallops across Kosarin’s flanks/lower back, then returning to raise her mitts fast. Thorne’s slapping bodywork a literal thorn in Kira’s sides, evidenced by those winces, jerks, shouts of pain on impact – Kira responds to Bella’s breaks with fast-paced, relentless, risky power, the jabs jolting into series of two, three, four whup-whup punches, trying to overwhelm Thorne with more grinding power. Sudden slugfest exchanges in the second minute, as action heats up in an instant: Bella leans back forward into Kira’s shots instead of dodging ‘em, slapping palm-down straights toward Kira’s mouth/jaw. Straight jab to teeth slipping Kira’s mouthpiece off position via impact…two short lefty uppercuts blasting BLUNT, DULL against side of Bella’s skull, pitching her head loose…loose, ripping counter hook draggin’ across Kosarin’s mouth/cheek…oh, the brutality, as girls go into destruct mode, mitts/guards loosened, punches a-roarin’. Early third minute approaches, and oh, it’s BELLA who’s finally tilting backward sleepy from a shocking combo of a drifting jab to the right cheek and a stout uppercut to the side of her left temple as her own haymaker sloshes past a bending Kira’s hairline…Bella lays back gob-smacked, groaning in pain, her right at eyebrow, her left dropping to her lap. Kira’s eyes widen as she’s shoving Thorne’s torso into ropes via a jab, and another jab, then cuts home the right hand uppercut against Bella’s exposed face – Thorne’s head pitches over the top rope, then lolls back down toward her chest, and her steps sputter before she tumbles onto her tummy, thudding down fast at Kira’s feet. Bella attempts to raise her head when the ref’s counting down…six, even, eight…she’s blinking, trying to locate the ref, but it’s no go…Kira Kosarin storms away with the KO7!
Official Decision: Kira Kosarin defeats Bella Thorne via KO7!
AFTER: Struggling bantam beauties coming in on rare losing streaks…Kira’s able to make a difference tonight in an exciting slugfest, handing Bella Thorne her fourth loss out of her last six attempts while recovering herself from two veteran shocks in recent battles. Kira shares her thoughts: “It just feels extra sweet to do this on a Doll Ball. I’m glad I got invited, but I’m not sorry about breaking Bella’s heart…or face! Of course, now I’m looking ahead to bigger things. There’s a thief at the top of the bantam division, and her name’s Kaya.”
Post by The Dollhouse on Sept 8, 2018 15:46:42 GMT -6
And that concludes our 8th Doll Ball of the year! Another amazing PPV is over, this time with 2 of our guest fighters walking away with some huge wins! However, we will be back stronger with more PPVs in the coming months, so stay tuned and we hope to see you with us again next time for ROUND 9!
Post by Prettylittlepunchers on Sept 9, 2018 13:35:59 GMT -6
Ashley Benson thanks the Dollhouse for letting her participate in the the latest Dollball. She's not very happy at being called a "creampuff" but admits she did get her stuffing splattered in this one. Avril ought to know that Lucy Hale, although busy in this month's PPV hopes to have an encounter of her own with Avril.
And, a personal note from me, Autumn Reeser, I'm turning 38 September 21st. I'm 5'4 like Jessica Chastain. She's got a lot of class. I usually fight at flyweight (when I can get a fight), but I wouldn't mind seeing if I could make the weight to fight her. Think about it.
Autumn Reeser Communications Director Pretty Little Punchers Inc.