Post by Lookout! Boxing on Nov 25, 2016 15:25:55 GMT -6
Taylor Swift versus Iggy Azaela
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)
Before: Long overdue bout between two of the top fighting singers in the FCBA, lauded by many as a potential title bout down the road. Swift not having much of a height advantage, maybe an inch and a half at that, but giving up size to her Australian foe. Betting odds narrowly favor Taylor as some doubt if her legs and highly regarded jab can outshine Iggy's pure power and tenacious style.
"Taylor's had a good run as of late, but none of those girls bring what I do/ Tonight let's see if those legs hold up any better than Beyoncé's. I promise I won't embarrass her too bad afterwards" states a confident Iggy. "Just like all the other young upstarts Iggy will regret calling me out. Let's see how brash she is after I knock that smile off her face" responds Taylor. Iggy out first escorted by Ashley Tisdale and Ariana Grande. Iggy disrobes to reveal a heart pounding pink bikini, matching gloves and boots, long blonde hair swept back into a high ponytail. Taylor out next escorted by Jaime Pressly, Cameron Diaz, and Camila Cabello. Swift disrobes to reveal a lemon yellow bikini, matching gloves and boots, short blonde hair loose framing her face. Iggy seeking to rattle her foe during the refs instructions, chesting up and snarling in Taylor's face. Swift smirking, jutting out her chin as the ref sends them back to their corners,
R1: Taylor showing off her stinging jab early, eyes coldly focused as she detonates left hands off Iggy's forehead and raised guard. Azalea slowly herded to the ropes, throwing the stray flurry of right hooks, but unable to fully extend her arms as Swift keeps her suppressed with the left. Taylor letting her hands go, slamming left jabs and hooks off Iggy's guard before digging into her body with rights. Azalea reaching forward to clinch, wrapping her arms around Taylor's belly, lifting her up and slamming her to the canvas as Iggy stumbles back into the cables. Swift irate, pounding the canvas in frustration, tricked into rapidly rising when Ariana Grande begins a mock count at four. Once action resumes Swift rushes forward, slugging wildly as she seeks to punish Iggy for the body slam, Azalea responds in turn, blonde beauties exchanging midring, shots thudding off raised guards and exposed flanks as the bell sounds to end the first. Iggy flexing, doing her best to imitate a WWE star as Taylor stomps back to her corner.
R2: Taylor reestablishing the jab, pounding quick flurries off Iggy's face startling her before retreating back to the perimeter. Azalea keeping her mitts up, but continually under pressure as she seeks to close the distance. Swift beginning to lash Iggy to the body, adding a right to the belly and breasts to her combinations, leaving pink streaks across mouthwatering Aussie body. Iggy clearly vexed, gambling as she turns left, slamming a desperation right into Taylor's thigh seeking to slow her down. Swift crying out, stumbling a little as Azalea is finally able to let her hands fly, slamming a pair of hooks off Taylor's raised guard before dipping and slamming a right off her navel, followed by a left just below the elbow, Taylor grabbing Iggy's head, pulling it down as she unloads with some payback rights off her flanks. Ref moving in to separate them just as the bell sounds.
R3: Iggy eating a pair of stinging left jabs, ducking beneath the followup right hook slinging a thundering overhead right that slams Taylor's head into her right shoulder, slamming her left shoulder into a dazed Swift's chest and bombarding her with looping lefts and rights as she soaks up a terrible drubbing, mouth open in shock behind her mitts as she desperately bobs and weaves to avoid further punishment, Taylor managing to snare Azalea's right, pulling her in for a clinch to run out the clock.
R4: Swift still hasn't shaken off the cobwebs, setting up at the ropes, hair in her eyes, covering up earmuff as Azalea storms forward. Iggy heartless, slamming arching shots into Taylor's breasts, followed up by stiff lefts to the belly and a followup right hook off her raised guard. Swift crying out, twisting in the pocket as the ref looks on intently, Taylor evading most of Iggy's best shots as the big Aussie begins to tire, ducking beneath a sloppy left and launching a rising right uppercut that detonates on Iggy's chin stunning her and sending her backpeddling as she shakes her head defiantly. Swift baring her fangs, rushing forward and slinging a torrential downpour of leather as Azalea covers up, Taylor spanking rights off Iggy's hip, following up with crisp shots to her belly to return the favor of the previous round. Iggy lurching forward, wrapping her arms around Taylor's waist and holding on as the bell sounds. Iggy snarling as she staggers back to her stool, she really dropped the ball this time!
R5: Azalea not looking to waste a second, bull rushing out of her corner and slamming Taylor against the turnbuckles as the bell sounds, slamming a barrage of hooks off startled blonde face followed by a left uppercut that snaps her head back as Iggy grasps the cables with her mitts and crushes her foe with her heaving chest. Azalea smirking as the ref pulls her off, laughing as Taylor swoons against the ropes as action resumes, eyes sparkling with hatred as she showboats for the crowd, hands at her hips as she pelts a helpless Taylor with punishing right uppercuts off raised mitts and battered breasts, following up with rapid lefts to the belly and flanks. Swift desperately covering up earmuff, suffering as the crowd roars for Iggy. Lean blonde unable to find her footing as her foe rocks her along the ropes, sliding along the cables and reaching around Iggy's neck to pull her in for a clinch. Azalea responding with compact rights to the belly that have Taylor crying softly on her shoulder as she struggles to hold on, Iggy wrestling her left free, slamming an uppercut off Swift's chin that renders her defenseless on the spot, eyes glassy as Iggy shoves her back, Swift staggering backwards, hands at her sides as she lists again the ropes... bell! Taylor saved from certain defeat as Iggy screams at the official to "accept it already, she's done!" Official checking on Taylor between rounds, asking if she wants to continue, Swift nodding defiantly as Azalea bellows from across the ring.
R6: Iggy mouthbreathing, arm weary, she didn't expect this much fight from Taylor and now she's regretting not pacing herself. Swift working her way forward cautiously, still hurt but resilient as ever as she stings Azalea with a trio of left jabs before slamming a right hook into her cheek as Iggy stumbles to her right. Taylor in pursuit, closing in, laying in cheek to cheek, belly to belly as she rips punishing shots into Aussie belly and breasts as Iggy seeks to snuggle. Swift squirming free unleashing a flurry of clubbing hooks slamming Iggy's head from side to side, big Aussie dazed, swaying on the spot midring as her guard finally drops, Taylor snarling, crying out as she slams a left uppercut into Azalea's chin followed by a right to the belly as Iggy stumbles backwards, Swift leaping forward slamming another left uppercut into Aussie chin, spinning her around and dropping her to the canvas. Iggy tragically hurt, eyes glassy as she looks out into the crowd, managing to get her right mitt planted on the canvas at six, but she collapses downward under her own weight, ref waives it off! KO 6 Taylor Swift !
Taylor upbeat, smiling triumphantly as her seconds enter the ring, leggy blonde weathering a terrible storm, beautiful face swollen after Iggy threw everything at her but the kitchen sink, complementary of her foe in post fight interviews until reminded of Iggy's body slam earlier in the bout. "Iggy is young and hungry, she'd try anything to win, but she clearly didn't have enough tonight" Azalea scowling as she's helped out of the arena by Ariana and Ashley, big Aussie demanding a rematch in the following hours.
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)
Before: Long overdue bout between two of the top fighting singers in the FCBA, lauded by many as a potential title bout down the road. Swift not having much of a height advantage, maybe an inch and a half at that, but giving up size to her Australian foe. Betting odds narrowly favor Taylor as some doubt if her legs and highly regarded jab can outshine Iggy's pure power and tenacious style.
"Taylor's had a good run as of late, but none of those girls bring what I do/ Tonight let's see if those legs hold up any better than Beyoncé's. I promise I won't embarrass her too bad afterwards" states a confident Iggy. "Just like all the other young upstarts Iggy will regret calling me out. Let's see how brash she is after I knock that smile off her face" responds Taylor. Iggy out first escorted by Ashley Tisdale and Ariana Grande. Iggy disrobes to reveal a heart pounding pink bikini, matching gloves and boots, long blonde hair swept back into a high ponytail. Taylor out next escorted by Jaime Pressly, Cameron Diaz, and Camila Cabello. Swift disrobes to reveal a lemon yellow bikini, matching gloves and boots, short blonde hair loose framing her face. Iggy seeking to rattle her foe during the refs instructions, chesting up and snarling in Taylor's face. Swift smirking, jutting out her chin as the ref sends them back to their corners,
R1: Taylor showing off her stinging jab early, eyes coldly focused as she detonates left hands off Iggy's forehead and raised guard. Azalea slowly herded to the ropes, throwing the stray flurry of right hooks, but unable to fully extend her arms as Swift keeps her suppressed with the left. Taylor letting her hands go, slamming left jabs and hooks off Iggy's guard before digging into her body with rights. Azalea reaching forward to clinch, wrapping her arms around Taylor's belly, lifting her up and slamming her to the canvas as Iggy stumbles back into the cables. Swift irate, pounding the canvas in frustration, tricked into rapidly rising when Ariana Grande begins a mock count at four. Once action resumes Swift rushes forward, slugging wildly as she seeks to punish Iggy for the body slam, Azalea responds in turn, blonde beauties exchanging midring, shots thudding off raised guards and exposed flanks as the bell sounds to end the first. Iggy flexing, doing her best to imitate a WWE star as Taylor stomps back to her corner.
R2: Taylor reestablishing the jab, pounding quick flurries off Iggy's face startling her before retreating back to the perimeter. Azalea keeping her mitts up, but continually under pressure as she seeks to close the distance. Swift beginning to lash Iggy to the body, adding a right to the belly and breasts to her combinations, leaving pink streaks across mouthwatering Aussie body. Iggy clearly vexed, gambling as she turns left, slamming a desperation right into Taylor's thigh seeking to slow her down. Swift crying out, stumbling a little as Azalea is finally able to let her hands fly, slamming a pair of hooks off Taylor's raised guard before dipping and slamming a right off her navel, followed by a left just below the elbow, Taylor grabbing Iggy's head, pulling it down as she unloads with some payback rights off her flanks. Ref moving in to separate them just as the bell sounds.
R3: Iggy eating a pair of stinging left jabs, ducking beneath the followup right hook slinging a thundering overhead right that slams Taylor's head into her right shoulder, slamming her left shoulder into a dazed Swift's chest and bombarding her with looping lefts and rights as she soaks up a terrible drubbing, mouth open in shock behind her mitts as she desperately bobs and weaves to avoid further punishment, Taylor managing to snare Azalea's right, pulling her in for a clinch to run out the clock.
R4: Swift still hasn't shaken off the cobwebs, setting up at the ropes, hair in her eyes, covering up earmuff as Azalea storms forward. Iggy heartless, slamming arching shots into Taylor's breasts, followed up by stiff lefts to the belly and a followup right hook off her raised guard. Swift crying out, twisting in the pocket as the ref looks on intently, Taylor evading most of Iggy's best shots as the big Aussie begins to tire, ducking beneath a sloppy left and launching a rising right uppercut that detonates on Iggy's chin stunning her and sending her backpeddling as she shakes her head defiantly. Swift baring her fangs, rushing forward and slinging a torrential downpour of leather as Azalea covers up, Taylor spanking rights off Iggy's hip, following up with crisp shots to her belly to return the favor of the previous round. Iggy lurching forward, wrapping her arms around Taylor's waist and holding on as the bell sounds. Iggy snarling as she staggers back to her stool, she really dropped the ball this time!
R5: Azalea not looking to waste a second, bull rushing out of her corner and slamming Taylor against the turnbuckles as the bell sounds, slamming a barrage of hooks off startled blonde face followed by a left uppercut that snaps her head back as Iggy grasps the cables with her mitts and crushes her foe with her heaving chest. Azalea smirking as the ref pulls her off, laughing as Taylor swoons against the ropes as action resumes, eyes sparkling with hatred as she showboats for the crowd, hands at her hips as she pelts a helpless Taylor with punishing right uppercuts off raised mitts and battered breasts, following up with rapid lefts to the belly and flanks. Swift desperately covering up earmuff, suffering as the crowd roars for Iggy. Lean blonde unable to find her footing as her foe rocks her along the ropes, sliding along the cables and reaching around Iggy's neck to pull her in for a clinch. Azalea responding with compact rights to the belly that have Taylor crying softly on her shoulder as she struggles to hold on, Iggy wrestling her left free, slamming an uppercut off Swift's chin that renders her defenseless on the spot, eyes glassy as Iggy shoves her back, Swift staggering backwards, hands at her sides as she lists again the ropes... bell! Taylor saved from certain defeat as Iggy screams at the official to "accept it already, she's done!" Official checking on Taylor between rounds, asking if she wants to continue, Swift nodding defiantly as Azalea bellows from across the ring.
R6: Iggy mouthbreathing, arm weary, she didn't expect this much fight from Taylor and now she's regretting not pacing herself. Swift working her way forward cautiously, still hurt but resilient as ever as she stings Azalea with a trio of left jabs before slamming a right hook into her cheek as Iggy stumbles to her right. Taylor in pursuit, closing in, laying in cheek to cheek, belly to belly as she rips punishing shots into Aussie belly and breasts as Iggy seeks to snuggle. Swift squirming free unleashing a flurry of clubbing hooks slamming Iggy's head from side to side, big Aussie dazed, swaying on the spot midring as her guard finally drops, Taylor snarling, crying out as she slams a left uppercut into Azalea's chin followed by a right to the belly as Iggy stumbles backwards, Swift leaping forward slamming another left uppercut into Aussie chin, spinning her around and dropping her to the canvas. Iggy tragically hurt, eyes glassy as she looks out into the crowd, managing to get her right mitt planted on the canvas at six, but she collapses downward under her own weight, ref waives it off! KO 6 Taylor Swift !
Taylor upbeat, smiling triumphantly as her seconds enter the ring, leggy blonde weathering a terrible storm, beautiful face swollen after Iggy threw everything at her but the kitchen sink, complementary of her foe in post fight interviews until reminded of Iggy's body slam earlier in the bout. "Iggy is young and hungry, she'd try anything to win, but she clearly didn't have enough tonight" Azalea scowling as she's helped out of the arena by Ariana and Ashley, big Aussie demanding a rematch in the following hours.
