Post by Lookout! Boxing on Feb 22, 2019 23:07:58 GMT -6
Vanessa Hudgens
versus Olivia Holt (AMD Title)
Before: Vanessa smirks as she leans back on her chair, not even bothering to get up to the podium as she just pats her tummy confidently and winks at the associated press, "Do you know how many jealous little girls think that they're going to be the one to take me down? Obviously, you've got Hayden Panettiere ringside so she can see somebody else fail like she has. You've got girls who are an embarrassment to the league like Jessica, Lily or Emma..."
"Which Emma?" one of the interviewers asks immediately, then regrets it seconds later at the withering look on Hudgen's face.
"Either. You've got a huge freaking nerd with Watson and a dumb, chubby whore with Roberts. They're both equally terrible. Not equally, but it's really whoever we hear open their stupid mouth last. Anyway, we think that one of the worst of these new breed of bimbos is Olivia f*cking Holt. She's a flabby blonde who has done what? She was in some little Disney show..NOT even real Disney. Disney XD. I'm Disney royalty and she wishes she was me. She thinks she can do to me what I've done to Mishy over the years, but I've owned Williams since the start. Just like Livy, who will be worshiping my abs. Again!"
Olivia on her feet. “Mishy’s the best blonde flyweight ever. I got to see why firsthand. But when she leaves, I’m taking over, and the best way to get there will be by leveling this has-been. I’m going to fold her in half, and make her kiss my abs.
The FCBA’s newest Hall-of-Famer Hayden Panettiere is guest announcing this first title fight of the evening. First out, Olivia Holt comes in wearing a white-black-&-grey pattern top and low-rise white bottoms for the AMD bout, instead of her usual high-waisted black bikini. White gloves, chin-length hair back in a bob. AMD champion Vanessa wearing a hot pink bikini top and matching bottoms, pink gloves, hair in a fighting ponytail. Not touching gloves - but just like their fight in June, tummying up as they push up against one another and test each others abs. Neither of them backing down as they glare into one another’s eyes as slick bellies glide back and forth, but the ref manages to wedge himself in between them to push them towards separate corners as the two exchange confident smirks. Both of them patting their abs securely as they show off for the crowd and the ref finally rings the bell to get this match started
Hayden Panettiere at ringside: “I’ve had 7 fights with Vanessa since 2007 and won 4 of them.. So I’d say I know her pretty well. She’s a fighter, I would never deny that, but she’s not one of my favorite people. She’s just too full of herself. As for Olivia Holt, I haven’t had the pleasure of fighting her, but I like the kid. Vanessa’s beaten her once already. We’ll see if Olivia can turn that around.
R1: Vanessa spitting jabs while bobbing, unexpected stiff poke to Olivia's face has her backpedalling. Hudgens stepping forward - pulling the right hand over top; stepping in with a short hook to belly, Holt can't hold canvas. ‘Livy hits ropes,: sturdy hup-hup as Vanessa steps-to, gets on top, gets to work. Breathy little pants and grunts, Hudgens working up an early sweat, bumping and banging away toe-to-toe. Heads in close, girls mouth on shoulder, ‘Nessa tucking in furiously to offending tummy, then pulling hands back to chest to block most of the receipt. Bell: Hudgens beaming - leaning in face to face to shout "HAH.”.
Says Hayden: “Yeah, that’s ‘Nessa—always happiest when she given some girl a beating. Lets see if this has taken the fight out of Holt.”
R2: Olivia picks up the pace. First—constant bobbing and weaving on the approach, Second—good stiff, stubby jab—punching at Vanessa’s chest or guard just to occupy her and cover Holt’s step in. Then, ringing, ripping punches in combination: ‘Livy batting away with authority on that Hudgens torso. It’s Vanessa’s turn to scowl: Olivia’s pounding effectively to ribs, tummy—and occasionally—jug, Hudgens avoids the shutout with sneaky little right hand counters from her closed stance—often finding Holt with a shifty little right uppercut off the back (right) foot in counter. Bell: Olivia jogs back to her corner, encouraged by her work.
Says Hayden: “OK! We got ourselves a fight here. Liv came back and made Vanessa suffer this round.”
R3: Vanessa rights the ship—taking and keeping midring with an aggressive, snapping jab; executing tight pivots and good shoulder bumps to turn Olivia. Hudgens outpunching Holt this round: Brunette leaning in on front (left) foot to snap off hooks to tummy, doubling up to breasts; smiting ‘Livy with increasing flush right crosses and sudden right uppercuts from that sneaky closed stance. Holt’s momentum brought to a halt, unable to stampede Hudgens, who’s potshotting away, dictating as the round goes on. Late the round, Olivia already wobbly butt: ‘Nessa adds to her woes with a vicious counter-right uppercut to the pit of the stomach, blonde sobbing out, doubling over in pain: Hudgens shifts right, rests her left hand atop Holt’s head to stabilize her, then thumps a pair of savage buggywhip right hands off those rapidly reddening abs. Hayden at the announcer’s table: “She’s chopping like she’s swinging a hatchet!” Olivia crying out in anguish, nearly taking a knee; blonde powers out of a deep crouch to avoid being knocked down at the bell, Vanessa makes grinning eye contact, glorying in her challenger’s hurt.
Says Hayden: “Kid has to learn: you hurt an opponent, keep her hurting or you’ll be the one eating the leather. Typical Vanessa—gloating again—but then she did earn it.”
R4: Pressure from Olivia, Vanessa gritting her teeth, sniping back desperately from her closed stance—but blonde starting to pour through the openings now. Holt bashing away at flanks, then reaching in under ‘Nessa’s arms to chest her backward. Olivia getting brawny at ropes—mauling Hudgens with shoulders, forehead, raised forearms—constantly pounding her tummy and ribs—she’s desperately sliding to either side, squirming out from underneath the challenger. Little by little—Vanessa begins to break down: by the final moments, she’s cringing butt in ropes, stooped forward behind her gloves as ‘Livy squares away and unleashes both hands. Holt’s shoveling it to Hudgens, teeth bared as she digs repeated right hands over and over in behind brunette’s left elbow, seeking quit.
Says Hayden: “That’s the way to do it,Olivia. Get the pressure on and keep it on. Vanessa still standing—so watch out!”
R5: Flurry to Olivia's midsection doubling her up as Vanessa digs in. Hudgens in close, weight on front foot: she tucks a pumping left snug to Holt's solar plexus, then picks up her tits, sidestepping left. Olivia woozy, turning, eats a straight right hand to right side of her face, buckling her legs. 'Nessa still close, left uppercut picks up Holt's chin, flips her head back; tucking left hook to tummy bunches her forward, stricken. Hudgens pivots right, flurries her hands against Holt's tummy: blonde cringing forward, crossing arms against her body. Vanessa opens up, looming over Olivia to work her flanks and back, blonde blurting in pain, stumbling forward. Hudgens turns at the ropes, guiding Holt past with a push on the fanny, blonde ropebound, hurting, confused. Flurry to tummy and trunks sits ‘Livy in ropes with a sobbing little gasp: VANESSA UNLEASHES! Hudgens' face twisted in hate, teeth bared - OH how she tears at Holt. Lefts and rights - LEFTS AND RIGHTS! 'Nessa with elbows up, chopping in short, straight punches against Olivia’s battered belly. Holt's eyes closed as she faces into pasting, woozy, turning to her right...SHE'S DOWN! ‘Livy beaten to all fours with her right side parallel to ropes...shrieking 'Nessa kicking her foot off challenger’s exposed glutes as ref's pushing her back. Holt trembling, all jacked up - she's up at 10, ref gives her a long look but lets the action continue.
Final minute: Series of compact, very hard-fought exchanges sees Olivia re-stabilize her front: she's able to land more than she's hit. Short, clipping combinations from both girls – Holt’s weight of shot driving Hudgens out of her stance into stepping retreats. HUGE round for ‘Nessa
Says Hayden: “What a round! Vanessa showed how to put an opponent on the canvas, BUT—Olivia got back up and she was showing good fight at the end. This is not over!”
R6: Olivia looking for respect after knockdown, able to crowd-and-bang...girls fighting intense shoulder to shoulder engagements. 'Nessa frowning - pushing and negotiating with left elbow - brunette very concerned to keep back clear of ropes. Holt scouring, letting her hands go: Hudgens’ chiclet-abs getting rapped; flanks batted; face chipped and scraped by short uppercuts in close. Down the stretch, Vanessa rips right/left to waist - hesitates - then fits Olivia for the clipping left uppercut to chin...BUZZING BLONDE'S LEGS! Holt stumbling backward, Hudgens hops in for clean up - lands a few stout whacks to waist/hips before ref jumps in to enforce the bell.
Says Hayden: “Got to say that Vanessa looks like she’s taken charge of this fight. Liv was fighting hard, but that late uppie nearly had her down again. She was lucky to escape without a knockdown or worse. Olivia’s fighting, but Vanessa is fighting harder.”
R7: Vanessa charges forward, tackling Olivia butt-in ropes. Bumping with her shoulder to bully Holt, bumping her out of position with every opportunity, jamming in right hooks to belly as blonde doubles over. ‘Livy hugging around her abs as Vanessa sends a hard cross that connects across her face with a crash, right arm along the ropes for support as she finds herself wobbly-butt. Hudgens stacks up her opponent, just feeding her hard jabs into her tummy and hooking across her head as Holt struggles to soak up the punishment she's receiving. But Olivia recovers well, bringing up her guard, sending hard hooks off of her hip to slam into Nessa's torso and jabbing out of the crouched position to force her onto her back foot. Hudgens keeps grinding forward, little gloves flying in from either side, trying to batter her backwards but Holt pushing off of the ropes. Clinching and shoving, both girls engaged in hold-and-hit tactics as Olivia ensures that Vanessa has a disappointing follow-up after hurting her early in the contest and battles her to a standstill as the ref is forced to pull them apart at the bell, Hudgens does get in an insurance hook across jug, Holt pushed back by ref to keep this round from going over!
Says Hayden: “Holt is showing signs of life! I thought Vanessa was finishing her off, but Olivia fought her way back into the round. Typical of ‘Nessie to take out her frustration with a cheap late hit!”
R8: Vanessa trying for Olivia's head with that right hand again: blonde slips it, steps away, scoots to her left with some brisk footwork. Nice stiff jabs spruce Hudgens up: Holt spitting out that poke - hounding brunette into a crossed-arm retreat. ‘Nessa is forced to ropes, Olivia non-stop at the hated brunette paunch, shoulders rotating, rights and lefts pumping. Hudgens looking a little woozy - starting to tie up, mouthbreathing, looking shabby from Holt's consistent body work. Olivia rough in the clinches - throwing her shoulder at Vanessa's mouth, scrubbing her hairline against champ’s face - ref issuing warnings to curb blonde enthusiasm. Hudgens disheveled, bending at the waist, rolling shots, desperate to clinch: Holt pouring more and more leather at the problem, chugging away to paunch - head down, arms pumping - then she'll regroup behind a prodding jab, looking to belt brunette's chest and face. Down the stretch, series of digging, heartless hooks bounce tart off Vanessa's firm waist, buckling her knees. Hudgens stooped forward hurt, Holt arches her back, jerks the tight left uppercut into the champ’s reddened belly; gets it again; gets it AGAIN! Vanessa soaking it up, wobbling but not going down, holding onto the ropes as she makes her way to her corner. Both bellies beaten red, corner crews applying ice bags directly onto their abs as these fighters are once again headed to the championship rounds!
Says Hayden: “Talk about momentum change! It looked for sure like Vanessa was set to finish Olivia off, but Olivia built on her comeback at the end of Round 7. Holt’s got that killer instinct and she really used on Vanessa this round!”
R9: Olivia moving before the bell, Vanessa is barely out of her corner before the blonde is ragdolling her back into the turnbuckle, overwhelming the proud brunette. Arms sliding underneath hers, chesting her back to the ropes, hissing into her face as she just stacks her up in the corner, Holt not leaving anything to chance, just thumping away over and over to Hudgens's abs and then planting her feet, she delivers a hard uppercut to chin. ‘Nessa groaning out, slumping back as she is barely able to stand, worn out from the beating shipped out last round. Olivia just ripping hooks to belly, buns bustling as she rotates back and forth, pasting away to glory, scoring cleanly with one-two combinations from the hips. Criss-crossing back and forth as the minutes tick on, chin tucked against her chest, arms moving at least, just trying to avoid the TKO. Seconds into the third minute, Nessa's arms fall to the side as she slumps down and Olivia steps to the side before she spills down awkwardly to the canvas, leaning her back against the corner to recover as she hugs her body in agony, moaning out. Holt hands on hips and eyes narrowed, chest heaving, refusing to touch her red belly as the count climbs higher, striding out of the corner as the KO9 is awarded to the NEW AMD champion, Olivia Holt!
After: Olivia shucking her gloves, striding through the Lookout entourage, to grab herself a handful of ponytail. “MY TURN!” the exultant blonde declares, pulling the former champ to her knees. “Get used to this, cause I’m making a habit of this! Now kiss my abs!”
Vanessa shaking her head, gets a knee in her belly for her defiance. “This is happening! My abs stopped yours and you are going to show your submission!” It takes two more knees, but Hudgens does eventually press her lips to Holt’s sweat-shined and punishment-reddened belly.
Says Hayden as Olivia hauls Vanessa up for a celebratory walk-of-shame: “Great win for Olivia Holt! Vanessa is a tough opponent and she gave plenty to the kid, but Olivia came back and beat ‘Nessa into the canvas. Poor Vanessa, I know is must suck to watch your title go to someone else—like the time I took the Flyweight Title from her in 2011, but Olivia certainly earned it. I think I’d like to fight her one of these days even though my management has been wanting me to try bantam. How could I resist taking on a hot young blonde like Olivia? This is going to be a very interesting year.”
versus Olivia Holt (AMD Title)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: Vanessa smirks as she leans back on her chair, not even bothering to get up to the podium as she just pats her tummy confidently and winks at the associated press, "Do you know how many jealous little girls think that they're going to be the one to take me down? Obviously, you've got Hayden Panettiere ringside so she can see somebody else fail like she has. You've got girls who are an embarrassment to the league like Jessica, Lily or Emma..."
"Which Emma?" one of the interviewers asks immediately, then regrets it seconds later at the withering look on Hudgen's face.
"Either. You've got a huge freaking nerd with Watson and a dumb, chubby whore with Roberts. They're both equally terrible. Not equally, but it's really whoever we hear open their stupid mouth last. Anyway, we think that one of the worst of these new breed of bimbos is Olivia f*cking Holt. She's a flabby blonde who has done what? She was in some little Disney show..NOT even real Disney. Disney XD. I'm Disney royalty and she wishes she was me. She thinks she can do to me what I've done to Mishy over the years, but I've owned Williams since the start. Just like Livy, who will be worshiping my abs. Again!"
Olivia on her feet. “Mishy’s the best blonde flyweight ever. I got to see why firsthand. But when she leaves, I’m taking over, and the best way to get there will be by leveling this has-been. I’m going to fold her in half, and make her kiss my abs.
The FCBA’s newest Hall-of-Famer Hayden Panettiere is guest announcing this first title fight of the evening. First out, Olivia Holt comes in wearing a white-black-&-grey pattern top and low-rise white bottoms for the AMD bout, instead of her usual high-waisted black bikini. White gloves, chin-length hair back in a bob. AMD champion Vanessa wearing a hot pink bikini top and matching bottoms, pink gloves, hair in a fighting ponytail. Not touching gloves - but just like their fight in June, tummying up as they push up against one another and test each others abs. Neither of them backing down as they glare into one another’s eyes as slick bellies glide back and forth, but the ref manages to wedge himself in between them to push them towards separate corners as the two exchange confident smirks. Both of them patting their abs securely as they show off for the crowd and the ref finally rings the bell to get this match started
Hayden Panettiere at ringside: “I’ve had 7 fights with Vanessa since 2007 and won 4 of them.. So I’d say I know her pretty well. She’s a fighter, I would never deny that, but she’s not one of my favorite people. She’s just too full of herself. As for Olivia Holt, I haven’t had the pleasure of fighting her, but I like the kid. Vanessa’s beaten her once already. We’ll see if Olivia can turn that around.
R1: Vanessa spitting jabs while bobbing, unexpected stiff poke to Olivia's face has her backpedalling. Hudgens stepping forward - pulling the right hand over top; stepping in with a short hook to belly, Holt can't hold canvas. ‘Livy hits ropes,: sturdy hup-hup as Vanessa steps-to, gets on top, gets to work. Breathy little pants and grunts, Hudgens working up an early sweat, bumping and banging away toe-to-toe. Heads in close, girls mouth on shoulder, ‘Nessa tucking in furiously to offending tummy, then pulling hands back to chest to block most of the receipt. Bell: Hudgens beaming - leaning in face to face to shout "HAH.”.
Says Hayden: “Yeah, that’s ‘Nessa—always happiest when she given some girl a beating. Lets see if this has taken the fight out of Holt.”
R2: Olivia picks up the pace. First—constant bobbing and weaving on the approach, Second—good stiff, stubby jab—punching at Vanessa’s chest or guard just to occupy her and cover Holt’s step in. Then, ringing, ripping punches in combination: ‘Livy batting away with authority on that Hudgens torso. It’s Vanessa’s turn to scowl: Olivia’s pounding effectively to ribs, tummy—and occasionally—jug, Hudgens avoids the shutout with sneaky little right hand counters from her closed stance—often finding Holt with a shifty little right uppercut off the back (right) foot in counter. Bell: Olivia jogs back to her corner, encouraged by her work.
Says Hayden: “OK! We got ourselves a fight here. Liv came back and made Vanessa suffer this round.”
R3: Vanessa rights the ship—taking and keeping midring with an aggressive, snapping jab; executing tight pivots and good shoulder bumps to turn Olivia. Hudgens outpunching Holt this round: Brunette leaning in on front (left) foot to snap off hooks to tummy, doubling up to breasts; smiting ‘Livy with increasing flush right crosses and sudden right uppercuts from that sneaky closed stance. Holt’s momentum brought to a halt, unable to stampede Hudgens, who’s potshotting away, dictating as the round goes on. Late the round, Olivia already wobbly butt: ‘Nessa adds to her woes with a vicious counter-right uppercut to the pit of the stomach, blonde sobbing out, doubling over in pain: Hudgens shifts right, rests her left hand atop Holt’s head to stabilize her, then thumps a pair of savage buggywhip right hands off those rapidly reddening abs. Hayden at the announcer’s table: “She’s chopping like she’s swinging a hatchet!” Olivia crying out in anguish, nearly taking a knee; blonde powers out of a deep crouch to avoid being knocked down at the bell, Vanessa makes grinning eye contact, glorying in her challenger’s hurt.
Says Hayden: “Kid has to learn: you hurt an opponent, keep her hurting or you’ll be the one eating the leather. Typical Vanessa—gloating again—but then she did earn it.”
R4: Pressure from Olivia, Vanessa gritting her teeth, sniping back desperately from her closed stance—but blonde starting to pour through the openings now. Holt bashing away at flanks, then reaching in under ‘Nessa’s arms to chest her backward. Olivia getting brawny at ropes—mauling Hudgens with shoulders, forehead, raised forearms—constantly pounding her tummy and ribs—she’s desperately sliding to either side, squirming out from underneath the challenger. Little by little—Vanessa begins to break down: by the final moments, she’s cringing butt in ropes, stooped forward behind her gloves as ‘Livy squares away and unleashes both hands. Holt’s shoveling it to Hudgens, teeth bared as she digs repeated right hands over and over in behind brunette’s left elbow, seeking quit.
Says Hayden: “That’s the way to do it,Olivia. Get the pressure on and keep it on. Vanessa still standing—so watch out!”
R5: Flurry to Olivia's midsection doubling her up as Vanessa digs in. Hudgens in close, weight on front foot: she tucks a pumping left snug to Holt's solar plexus, then picks up her tits, sidestepping left. Olivia woozy, turning, eats a straight right hand to right side of her face, buckling her legs. 'Nessa still close, left uppercut picks up Holt's chin, flips her head back; tucking left hook to tummy bunches her forward, stricken. Hudgens pivots right, flurries her hands against Holt's tummy: blonde cringing forward, crossing arms against her body. Vanessa opens up, looming over Olivia to work her flanks and back, blonde blurting in pain, stumbling forward. Hudgens turns at the ropes, guiding Holt past with a push on the fanny, blonde ropebound, hurting, confused. Flurry to tummy and trunks sits ‘Livy in ropes with a sobbing little gasp: VANESSA UNLEASHES! Hudgens' face twisted in hate, teeth bared - OH how she tears at Holt. Lefts and rights - LEFTS AND RIGHTS! 'Nessa with elbows up, chopping in short, straight punches against Olivia’s battered belly. Holt's eyes closed as she faces into pasting, woozy, turning to her right...SHE'S DOWN! ‘Livy beaten to all fours with her right side parallel to ropes...shrieking 'Nessa kicking her foot off challenger’s exposed glutes as ref's pushing her back. Holt trembling, all jacked up - she's up at 10, ref gives her a long look but lets the action continue.
Final minute: Series of compact, very hard-fought exchanges sees Olivia re-stabilize her front: she's able to land more than she's hit. Short, clipping combinations from both girls – Holt’s weight of shot driving Hudgens out of her stance into stepping retreats. HUGE round for ‘Nessa
Says Hayden: “What a round! Vanessa showed how to put an opponent on the canvas, BUT—Olivia got back up and she was showing good fight at the end. This is not over!”
R6: Olivia looking for respect after knockdown, able to crowd-and-bang...girls fighting intense shoulder to shoulder engagements. 'Nessa frowning - pushing and negotiating with left elbow - brunette very concerned to keep back clear of ropes. Holt scouring, letting her hands go: Hudgens’ chiclet-abs getting rapped; flanks batted; face chipped and scraped by short uppercuts in close. Down the stretch, Vanessa rips right/left to waist - hesitates - then fits Olivia for the clipping left uppercut to chin...BUZZING BLONDE'S LEGS! Holt stumbling backward, Hudgens hops in for clean up - lands a few stout whacks to waist/hips before ref jumps in to enforce the bell.
Says Hayden: “Got to say that Vanessa looks like she’s taken charge of this fight. Liv was fighting hard, but that late uppie nearly had her down again. She was lucky to escape without a knockdown or worse. Olivia’s fighting, but Vanessa is fighting harder.”
R7: Vanessa charges forward, tackling Olivia butt-in ropes. Bumping with her shoulder to bully Holt, bumping her out of position with every opportunity, jamming in right hooks to belly as blonde doubles over. ‘Livy hugging around her abs as Vanessa sends a hard cross that connects across her face with a crash, right arm along the ropes for support as she finds herself wobbly-butt. Hudgens stacks up her opponent, just feeding her hard jabs into her tummy and hooking across her head as Holt struggles to soak up the punishment she's receiving. But Olivia recovers well, bringing up her guard, sending hard hooks off of her hip to slam into Nessa's torso and jabbing out of the crouched position to force her onto her back foot. Hudgens keeps grinding forward, little gloves flying in from either side, trying to batter her backwards but Holt pushing off of the ropes. Clinching and shoving, both girls engaged in hold-and-hit tactics as Olivia ensures that Vanessa has a disappointing follow-up after hurting her early in the contest and battles her to a standstill as the ref is forced to pull them apart at the bell, Hudgens does get in an insurance hook across jug, Holt pushed back by ref to keep this round from going over!
Says Hayden: “Holt is showing signs of life! I thought Vanessa was finishing her off, but Olivia fought her way back into the round. Typical of ‘Nessie to take out her frustration with a cheap late hit!”
R8: Vanessa trying for Olivia's head with that right hand again: blonde slips it, steps away, scoots to her left with some brisk footwork. Nice stiff jabs spruce Hudgens up: Holt spitting out that poke - hounding brunette into a crossed-arm retreat. ‘Nessa is forced to ropes, Olivia non-stop at the hated brunette paunch, shoulders rotating, rights and lefts pumping. Hudgens looking a little woozy - starting to tie up, mouthbreathing, looking shabby from Holt's consistent body work. Olivia rough in the clinches - throwing her shoulder at Vanessa's mouth, scrubbing her hairline against champ’s face - ref issuing warnings to curb blonde enthusiasm. Hudgens disheveled, bending at the waist, rolling shots, desperate to clinch: Holt pouring more and more leather at the problem, chugging away to paunch - head down, arms pumping - then she'll regroup behind a prodding jab, looking to belt brunette's chest and face. Down the stretch, series of digging, heartless hooks bounce tart off Vanessa's firm waist, buckling her knees. Hudgens stooped forward hurt, Holt arches her back, jerks the tight left uppercut into the champ’s reddened belly; gets it again; gets it AGAIN! Vanessa soaking it up, wobbling but not going down, holding onto the ropes as she makes her way to her corner. Both bellies beaten red, corner crews applying ice bags directly onto their abs as these fighters are once again headed to the championship rounds!
Says Hayden: “Talk about momentum change! It looked for sure like Vanessa was set to finish Olivia off, but Olivia built on her comeback at the end of Round 7. Holt’s got that killer instinct and she really used on Vanessa this round!”
R9: Olivia moving before the bell, Vanessa is barely out of her corner before the blonde is ragdolling her back into the turnbuckle, overwhelming the proud brunette. Arms sliding underneath hers, chesting her back to the ropes, hissing into her face as she just stacks her up in the corner, Holt not leaving anything to chance, just thumping away over and over to Hudgens's abs and then planting her feet, she delivers a hard uppercut to chin. ‘Nessa groaning out, slumping back as she is barely able to stand, worn out from the beating shipped out last round. Olivia just ripping hooks to belly, buns bustling as she rotates back and forth, pasting away to glory, scoring cleanly with one-two combinations from the hips. Criss-crossing back and forth as the minutes tick on, chin tucked against her chest, arms moving at least, just trying to avoid the TKO. Seconds into the third minute, Nessa's arms fall to the side as she slumps down and Olivia steps to the side before she spills down awkwardly to the canvas, leaning her back against the corner to recover as she hugs her body in agony, moaning out. Holt hands on hips and eyes narrowed, chest heaving, refusing to touch her red belly as the count climbs higher, striding out of the corner as the KO9 is awarded to the NEW AMD champion, Olivia Holt!
After: Olivia shucking her gloves, striding through the Lookout entourage, to grab herself a handful of ponytail. “MY TURN!” the exultant blonde declares, pulling the former champ to her knees. “Get used to this, cause I’m making a habit of this! Now kiss my abs!”
Vanessa shaking her head, gets a knee in her belly for her defiance. “This is happening! My abs stopped yours and you are going to show your submission!” It takes two more knees, but Hudgens does eventually press her lips to Holt’s sweat-shined and punishment-reddened belly.
Says Hayden as Olivia hauls Vanessa up for a celebratory walk-of-shame: “Great win for Olivia Holt! Vanessa is a tough opponent and she gave plenty to the kid, but Olivia came back and beat ‘Nessa into the canvas. Poor Vanessa, I know is must suck to watch your title go to someone else—like the time I took the Flyweight Title from her in 2011, but Olivia certainly earned it. I think I’d like to fight her one of these days even though my management has been wanting me to try bantam. How could I resist taking on a hot young blonde like Olivia? This is going to be a very interesting year.”