Post by Lookout! Boxing on Mar 28, 2020 3:00:39 GMT -6
KIRA KOSARIN (22 y/o, 5 ft 6, W: 23, L: 10) vs BRIE LARSON (30 y/o, 5 ft 7, W: 14, L: 6)
Before: Brie Larson‘s unstoppable rise to bantamweight gold was only stopped by sleek veteran Evangeline Lilly in last month‘s title fight. Does Kira Kosarin want to exploit her woes now?
“You sure got that right,“ Kira nods during her pre-fight interview. “I‘m looking to deny Brie‘s claim at being elite. She doesn‘t have the stamina, heart and athleticism to become a bantamweight champion, and now the moment‘s just perfect to rip into her. Brie‘s one of the few top ten fighters I haven‘t met and destroyed yet!“
“So lil‘ Kira‘s suddenly the expert on what makes up the heart of a champion? Interesting,“ Brie responds calmly. “You know, I think that‘s a pretty wild claim for someone who‘s just pretty much frozen in the pressure in three, I repeat: three, consecutive title fights. Okay, I‘m just going to put it out there: Kira‘s never going to be champ. That‘s only for classy, smart fighters. Fighters who have also won Academy Awards, you know? There‘s just no way Kira and her Nickelodeon personality‘s got what it takes to be a real champ. There you go – now let me brawl her to the canvas!“
Fight night attire: Kira‘s clad in short, black boxing trunks (the letters “badass“ printed in gold across her butt), a tight golden sports bra, black boots with golden laces, her luscious brunette hair all curly n‘ loose – Brie‘s in a black string bikini bottom, a tight red tank top, white boots, blonde hair loose.
Fight: R1: Girls test out waters early, circle in cautious pivots, fists curled at mouth or jaw, stepping into early jabs/pokes, work forward from there – brutal, stiff aggression from Kira‘s poke stepping it up, setting the tempo throughout first exchanges! Larson mobile, bendy, trying to step-with, curl her lefty poke to Kira‘s mouth – blonde gets outworked by Kosarin‘s sharper, harder work! Smooth pivots-left, Kira, stepping into tall, hard shots – landing them wicked n‘ sharp to Brie‘s forehead/temples, bringing the blonde‘s tight stance into flounders, sprawling her out back to ropes/turnbuckles. Kira going body: smooth jab pivots, lil‘ dips to close range/lean forward – pik-pak uppercuts spank to Brie‘s tits/ribs, groan her into grimaces, send her hopping, re-grouping. Larson starring into Kira‘s jab/left hand – she‘s eating stiff, rangy poke to her mouth/cheek, laying back hurt from grueling body shots (hips, ribs, tits), head tacking to-and-fro from explosive, short right hand crosses. Kosarin upping the one-two action late: one-step‘s the jab, two-step‘s the right hand – clingin‘, ringin‘ shots blast to Brie‘s pretty face, send her to corner a-sputtering after sound of bell, her drowsy face picked up stiff, as eyes show confusion.
Pats to Kira‘s strong back inside corner: “Badass, Kira – you‘re just blasting her, girl!“
R2: Brie hardens her eyes, stiffens her jaw, starts jabbing herself, finding answers to Kira‘s confident, slap-bang aggression throughout early mid-ring exchanges – Kira‘s stiff, tall jab still poking smoothly to Brie‘s eyes/forehead, but she‘s now absorbing counter sock to her tits/ribs in ferocious fashion! Larson proving plenty of stamina – she‘s getting lashed a pin-point lefty hook to her temple, then slants back a hard, pumping right hook to Kira‘s breadbasket, tidies up to brunette tits via a cuffing left uppercut, drops another short right upside Kira‘s trunks, bam! Kosarin open-mouthed, sulky after salvo of shots – she‘s bopping out, re-grouping, trying to come back from slicker angles. Kira stalkin‘, stoopin‘, trying to step into double, triple jabs upside Brie‘s head again – nice lil‘ weave n‘ dip, Larson, SNAPS a gorgeous lefty hook to Kira‘s mouth, jolting that pretty face into a jerk of hurt! Larson immediately pouncing: her feet going jitterbug, she‘s using fast, snappy shots – fists move rat-a-tat to Kira‘s tits/shoulders, pink her up, slow her down. Kira sliding out to left/back, arms dangling, breathing hard: Brie scoots in fast again, tapping two short, driving crosses left n‘ right of Kira‘s mouth, really bringing a swivel to strong brunette torso! Kira tying up in confused hurt – she‘s a lil‘ rickety, straining her buttocks as Brie‘s pushing forward, bearing down on her foe‘s shoulders, walking her back.
Down the stretch: girls stalk each other‘s ropeside paths – Brie beating Kira to a LONG, rangy left uppercut, buzzing those legs, sending Kira out hopping, torso unhinged, looking for balance as legs slump n‘ tremble. Cruel smile, Brie: she‘s hopping-to again, DIGS a short left to Kira‘s right tit, SNAPS a short right hand to Kira‘s left cheek – and the ref‘s already scooting in between these two fire-eyed beauties at bell. Inside Brie‘s corner during break: “You‘ve punched that cocky smile off her face, Brie – second job: you need to reduce her, break her down, punch her helpless!“
R3: Brie‘s on a tear, laying a series of hard, thumping jabs to Kira‘s rack in initiating trade, getting oomphs from her proud young foe – and Larson follows up, suckin‘ a short, rising (left) uppercut to Kosarin‘s jawline, sputtering her into more hurt confusion. Brie presses forward, weaving thru a series of Kira jabs – blonde jabs up a friggin‘ flurry to Kosarin‘s jugs! Shots spanking to Kira with tasty sounds of pik-pak, pik-pak – and Brie SPEARS a heartless straight right hand to Kira‘s heart, uh-oh! Kira re-setting her positions, hopping off, stumbling left/right towards the ropes, showing a hurt peek-a-boo stance – a gorgeous long left uppercut lays in over Kira‘s right arm, taps her upside the head, jarring that pretty head all loose! Kira hitting ropes – that lean, fit torso laying strongly against cables. Brie snarls, setting up shop in Kosarin‘s tummy – a nice lil‘ torso dip sets up a lickin‘ lil‘ hook in Kira‘s right tummy flank, guh! Pretty blonde motivated by those soft moans of hurt these shots elicit in her hated young foe – a short left/right combo brushes to Kira‘s jaw-line, putting a solid buzz into those strong legs!
Mid-round: Kira showing stamina, staying more tight n‘ compact – she‘s pushing up off Brie‘s chest/shoulders, trying to break out off the ropes. Larson‘s relentless, looping the overhand left hand hard upside Kira‘s head, snapping her skull back n‘ forth – Kira belting back the short right hand to Brie‘s belly, stuffing it in aggressively. Brie sliding back, dangling the left hand – Larson weaves Kira‘s incoming jab, comes back up via the stinging righty hook! Head swivel, Kira – brunette belted HARD upside her forehead, stumbling to her right, knees bending. Delayed reaction tumbles pretty Kira against ropes – she‘s sloshing to-and-fro, grabbing weakly around her for support as legs fail n‘ slump! AND KIRA‘S DOWN – she‘s sitting onto her butt from Brie‘s nasty hook, shaking her head, gorgeous hair all disheveled n‘ sweaty! Brie staring down at her foe with that deliciously malicious smile, just as Kira stabilizes against the ropes, her eyes flickering fast. Kira beats the count shabby n‘ hurt – and Brie‘s going right at her! Rangy jabs keep Larson in control – Kira‘s worked to ropes, besieged, showing a tight earmuff.
Down the stretch: Kira‘s leaning off the ropes, her butt atop the cables, hands placed feebly around her jaw – Brie scooting left/right in front of her foe‘s frame, just lickin‘ them tasty hooks up Kira‘s flanks, enjoying those well-deserved moans n‘ groans from Kira‘s hurt ego!
R4: Brie trying to consolidate, dictate things, steer Kira around the ring – she‘s setting up a forward stance, working behind a jab to spread Kosarin out, right hand curled at chin, taking smooth, confident steps in clockwise pivots. Wide, explosive hooks a major Larson weapon – hips all bendy/sinewy, as limber whacks keep slingin‘, lashin‘ out at Kira‘s bended waist, open flanks. Her long-legged steps walk Brie around past Kira‘s right flank – Kira‘s staring open-mouthed n‘ in shock at the cheerful blonde spank being dished out! Kira looking for body contact, stepping more into Brie‘s path, still in tight earmuff guard, steering her shoulders/arms into her blonde foe, trying to go big on her – Larson staying wide-eyed, alert, confident, splashing low straight-arm BATS to Kira‘s waist/tummy, just cooly showing up Kosarin a bit, staying in control. These batting downstairs hooks keep Brie out of any clinches – she‘s also trying to step long into spearin lil‘ hooks upside Kira‘s head, getting rangy n‘ leggy.
Mid-round: Kira stepping-to, trying to grab around Brie‘s waist/rack, smother her jabs/straights – Brie playing it sinewy, leaning back, tucking shots to Kira‘s lats/tummy flanks, crossing arms, preventing tie-ups. Replay close-up to Kira‘s face in between these nasty tummy shots: a tight frown, eyes pinching into hurt, lil‘ aches, grunts – she‘s frustrated, hurt. Final minute – Larson proving her athletic, drilling form. Kira traipsing, hopping, sliding out to ropes/turnbuckles – eyes all fiery, hate-filled, just not feeling aggressive right now, as Brie‘s pressure‘s got her cautioned. Stiff one-twos, one-twos as Brie‘s a-shelling – that crisp, stiff delivery pundits expected to see from gym rat Kosarin tonight. Jabs bat thru to mouth/cheek – right hand crosses landing tart, hard, NASTY upside Kira‘s head, putting a lil‘ shine of glassy-eyed mist into those pretty hazel eyes! Kira‘s glutes all trembly sadly, stepping left/right a lil‘ forlorn, just hoping to stay on her feet – as Brie‘s taking bright-eyed, leggy pivots around her young foe‘s flanks, picking up Kira‘s face via stiff, striking attack steps.
Inside Kira‘s corner during break – frustration, debates, bad mood: “She‘s picking you apart, Kira!“ – “No, no, I‘m fine...she ain‘t hurting me!“, Kira mumbles, her eyes tell-tale puffy, toned tummy pinking up, face grimacing as her tender ribs get a massage.
R5: Kira going to her reserves, trying to establish a rangy, taller jab again – early aggression throughout first trades paying off as a result. Young brunette‘s chest heaving with effort, legs stomp-hopping left/right, repositioning, smiting that striking left hand past Brie‘s arms, finally landing it to blonde‘s rack/skull again. Girls shuffing canvas ground like this across the first minute – rangy jabs, uppercuts pitch away in ruff n‘ tumble two-way trade! Brie‘s startled early by that long, pitching poke catching her face tuff again, but she‘s trying to answer immediately! Brie‘s legs still fresher n‘ faster, using distance, angles – she‘s mobile, her head alertly pitching from left to right and back, her torso taking huge dips down, trying to lure Kira to walk into her surgical, rangy left hand.
Mid-round: Kira slowing down, losing her bounce again – Brie‘s weaving jab‘s getting closer, slapping a jab/right hook duo to young brunette‘s pretty cheekbones! Kosarin pivots away to the right, pumping desperate air jabs to hold her foe off – Brie dippin‘, weavin‘, always looking to close, hurt her girl‘s rack. Good, thumping counter, Kira: pretty brunette slugging the short left hook upside to Brie‘s face as blonde dips, weaves, rises up close – short-pitch right hand spills to blonde tits in hard, oomphy fashion. Pumping shot to heart‘s got Brie staggered, shaking head in fog, circling out right. A lil‘ brawl breakin‘ out: girls staying put near ropes, lashing out back-and-forth shots, going skull n‘ tummy, skull n‘ tummy – series of explosive two-way sock catching girls a-plenty!
Highlights: Brie‘s head PITCHING back from a wild overhand right hand upside her forehead – Kira stooping hurt n‘ grimaced from a stiff, monster tummy uppercut. Down the stretch: Kira surging late, aggressively – a short, licking uppercut SPLASHES to Larson‘s jaw, picks up pretty blonde stiff n‘ jerky, stepping her back wobbly-butt just at bell. Inside Brie‘s corner during break: “C‘mon, girl – her legs are still shot, and that tummy‘s just ripe for picking – ya need to go body on her now, and hard!“
R6: Early trade‘s vicious, aggressive: girls lean n‘ step into jabs, trying to establish more step n‘ poke – Brie digging in, attempting to stand her ground, pitch back to Kira‘s powerful shots. Larson wants to go tummy, ribs to defend her momentum – her hips roll, torso stooping low, slumping short, jerky shots to Kosarin‘s trunks. Pumping exchange of stiff one-two trade going Kira‘s way – brunette‘s upping her thudding rhythm, working into a frenzy. Kira‘s short, stubby jabs hurting Brie to rack n‘ ribs – pik-pak, pik-pak pressure slowly fades Larson back to ropes, giving up ground, as Kira‘s left hand‘s spreading her out. Brie stepping out, absorbing Kira‘s sock, boarding up behind a tight peek-a-boo guard in front of her face, giving up more of that soft tummy flesh. Kira being brutal in spots – a long lefty spills to Brie‘s right ear, clobber, a short righty tucks to her tummy, swoop. Brie groaning, stutter-stepping alongside the ropes, trying to right her faltered stances – Kira dipping at the waist, stalking, advancing, really ramping up that high, tall, stiff jab to Larson‘s forehead/guard, tik-tok, tik-tok.
Mid-round – Brie‘s starting to feel it, grunting, spending time at the ropes, eyes grim n‘ concerned. Larson trying to stay leggy, bending at the waist, pointing out her left shoulder to Kira, snapping short jabs herself – Kira circling her, peppering guard/skull via the tall jab, ripping bigger right hands to flanks/hipbones.
Down the stretch: Brie‘s in a stoop, face-in-gloves, sliding her butt alongside ropes – Kira driving, POUNDING that left jab flat, pumpy against blonde‘s guard in rattling fashion. Sudden danger for Brie: a whup-whup jab sequence splits blonde‘s mitts – Kira‘s right hand PITCHES to left cheek! Legs go dizzy, dizzy – Brie‘s stepping out, blinking rapidly, glutes trembling at sound of bell.
R7: Kira pouncing, staying aggressive – stiff jab form drives back her blonde foe. Fast, aggressive hops n‘ steps as Kira‘s stepping-to: whiplashing lil‘ jabs/hooks spread Brie out, pound flat, stiff to forehead/tits in high-powered rhythms. Slappin‘, battin‘ pumps for good measure – steady drill of punchwork upside her head, to her arms/shoulders loosens Larson up, break her out of stance. When punching sequences already got Brie swoonin‘, staggerin‘, Kira steps all in – thick, cruel right hands blast in with full power to blonde‘s breasts/ribs. Relentless, batting drives take Larson to ropes – her athletic legs constantly a-shufflin‘, trying to break out, slide away, create distance. Mid-round: Kira all squared up on Brie, chuggin‘, punchin‘ away. Larson rallying: head low, torso crouching down – short, hammering counter shots blast out desperate, trying to catch Kira stiff, shocking! Some dangerous misses, as brunette‘s head‘s tacking out late, neck/shoulders ducking from hard left hooks up top, those sloshin, driving overhand rights – but Kira stabilizes her control, drives a hard-powered righty upside Brie‘s rack, spills her oomph against ropes! Left hand from Brie‘s lap, a ragged hard shot – Kira rolling, jolting back her own righty! Stuffing shot cracks upside Brie‘s head, staggers Brie away in a haze, as legs slump, neck all loosened, pretty head jolting to-and-fro – it‘s mayhem!
Fight entering final minute – low stoop gets Kira‘s right hand stuffed upside Brie‘s trunks, jolting blonde‘s tummy into a skew of hurt! Brie sliding to turnbuckle, left shoulder pointing towards Kira, hands kept up raggedly – Kira leans in wide-eyed, spills the massive right hand uppercut thru, DRIVING it to Brie‘s chin in a gorgeous, railing curve, whup! Hard contact clipping to Larson‘s exposed jawline in blunt, stiff fashion, fully loosening her foe up – blonde‘s legs get all stiff, rigid, really felling her down! Proud blonde toppling to back, as arms flail, stretch out sadly above her head – face lolling to a standstill, legs stiff and motionless, lips murmuring a KO‘ed pout! That‘s it – KO7 Kira Kosarin!
After: “Hell yeah, girl!“, Kira shouts, turning away fast from her fallen prey just during ref‘s count, pounding her chest hard and in triumph. Young brunette coming back from a rough patch in the fight – won‘t talk about three lost heats early in the bout, all giddy and confident after blasting out Brie in the end. “Girls simply can‘t take my friggin‘ heat – once I get those jabs and hooks pumping them silly – really the only way they know is quit! And I‘m watching you, Miss Evangeline!“
Before: Brie Larson‘s unstoppable rise to bantamweight gold was only stopped by sleek veteran Evangeline Lilly in last month‘s title fight. Does Kira Kosarin want to exploit her woes now?
“You sure got that right,“ Kira nods during her pre-fight interview. “I‘m looking to deny Brie‘s claim at being elite. She doesn‘t have the stamina, heart and athleticism to become a bantamweight champion, and now the moment‘s just perfect to rip into her. Brie‘s one of the few top ten fighters I haven‘t met and destroyed yet!“
“So lil‘ Kira‘s suddenly the expert on what makes up the heart of a champion? Interesting,“ Brie responds calmly. “You know, I think that‘s a pretty wild claim for someone who‘s just pretty much frozen in the pressure in three, I repeat: three, consecutive title fights. Okay, I‘m just going to put it out there: Kira‘s never going to be champ. That‘s only for classy, smart fighters. Fighters who have also won Academy Awards, you know? There‘s just no way Kira and her Nickelodeon personality‘s got what it takes to be a real champ. There you go – now let me brawl her to the canvas!“
Fight night attire: Kira‘s clad in short, black boxing trunks (the letters “badass“ printed in gold across her butt), a tight golden sports bra, black boots with golden laces, her luscious brunette hair all curly n‘ loose – Brie‘s in a black string bikini bottom, a tight red tank top, white boots, blonde hair loose.
Fight: R1: Girls test out waters early, circle in cautious pivots, fists curled at mouth or jaw, stepping into early jabs/pokes, work forward from there – brutal, stiff aggression from Kira‘s poke stepping it up, setting the tempo throughout first exchanges! Larson mobile, bendy, trying to step-with, curl her lefty poke to Kira‘s mouth – blonde gets outworked by Kosarin‘s sharper, harder work! Smooth pivots-left, Kira, stepping into tall, hard shots – landing them wicked n‘ sharp to Brie‘s forehead/temples, bringing the blonde‘s tight stance into flounders, sprawling her out back to ropes/turnbuckles. Kira going body: smooth jab pivots, lil‘ dips to close range/lean forward – pik-pak uppercuts spank to Brie‘s tits/ribs, groan her into grimaces, send her hopping, re-grouping. Larson starring into Kira‘s jab/left hand – she‘s eating stiff, rangy poke to her mouth/cheek, laying back hurt from grueling body shots (hips, ribs, tits), head tacking to-and-fro from explosive, short right hand crosses. Kosarin upping the one-two action late: one-step‘s the jab, two-step‘s the right hand – clingin‘, ringin‘ shots blast to Brie‘s pretty face, send her to corner a-sputtering after sound of bell, her drowsy face picked up stiff, as eyes show confusion.
Pats to Kira‘s strong back inside corner: “Badass, Kira – you‘re just blasting her, girl!“
R2: Brie hardens her eyes, stiffens her jaw, starts jabbing herself, finding answers to Kira‘s confident, slap-bang aggression throughout early mid-ring exchanges – Kira‘s stiff, tall jab still poking smoothly to Brie‘s eyes/forehead, but she‘s now absorbing counter sock to her tits/ribs in ferocious fashion! Larson proving plenty of stamina – she‘s getting lashed a pin-point lefty hook to her temple, then slants back a hard, pumping right hook to Kira‘s breadbasket, tidies up to brunette tits via a cuffing left uppercut, drops another short right upside Kira‘s trunks, bam! Kosarin open-mouthed, sulky after salvo of shots – she‘s bopping out, re-grouping, trying to come back from slicker angles. Kira stalkin‘, stoopin‘, trying to step into double, triple jabs upside Brie‘s head again – nice lil‘ weave n‘ dip, Larson, SNAPS a gorgeous lefty hook to Kira‘s mouth, jolting that pretty face into a jerk of hurt! Larson immediately pouncing: her feet going jitterbug, she‘s using fast, snappy shots – fists move rat-a-tat to Kira‘s tits/shoulders, pink her up, slow her down. Kira sliding out to left/back, arms dangling, breathing hard: Brie scoots in fast again, tapping two short, driving crosses left n‘ right of Kira‘s mouth, really bringing a swivel to strong brunette torso! Kira tying up in confused hurt – she‘s a lil‘ rickety, straining her buttocks as Brie‘s pushing forward, bearing down on her foe‘s shoulders, walking her back.
Down the stretch: girls stalk each other‘s ropeside paths – Brie beating Kira to a LONG, rangy left uppercut, buzzing those legs, sending Kira out hopping, torso unhinged, looking for balance as legs slump n‘ tremble. Cruel smile, Brie: she‘s hopping-to again, DIGS a short left to Kira‘s right tit, SNAPS a short right hand to Kira‘s left cheek – and the ref‘s already scooting in between these two fire-eyed beauties at bell. Inside Brie‘s corner during break: “You‘ve punched that cocky smile off her face, Brie – second job: you need to reduce her, break her down, punch her helpless!“
R3: Brie‘s on a tear, laying a series of hard, thumping jabs to Kira‘s rack in initiating trade, getting oomphs from her proud young foe – and Larson follows up, suckin‘ a short, rising (left) uppercut to Kosarin‘s jawline, sputtering her into more hurt confusion. Brie presses forward, weaving thru a series of Kira jabs – blonde jabs up a friggin‘ flurry to Kosarin‘s jugs! Shots spanking to Kira with tasty sounds of pik-pak, pik-pak – and Brie SPEARS a heartless straight right hand to Kira‘s heart, uh-oh! Kira re-setting her positions, hopping off, stumbling left/right towards the ropes, showing a hurt peek-a-boo stance – a gorgeous long left uppercut lays in over Kira‘s right arm, taps her upside the head, jarring that pretty head all loose! Kira hitting ropes – that lean, fit torso laying strongly against cables. Brie snarls, setting up shop in Kosarin‘s tummy – a nice lil‘ torso dip sets up a lickin‘ lil‘ hook in Kira‘s right tummy flank, guh! Pretty blonde motivated by those soft moans of hurt these shots elicit in her hated young foe – a short left/right combo brushes to Kira‘s jaw-line, putting a solid buzz into those strong legs!
Mid-round: Kira showing stamina, staying more tight n‘ compact – she‘s pushing up off Brie‘s chest/shoulders, trying to break out off the ropes. Larson‘s relentless, looping the overhand left hand hard upside Kira‘s head, snapping her skull back n‘ forth – Kira belting back the short right hand to Brie‘s belly, stuffing it in aggressively. Brie sliding back, dangling the left hand – Larson weaves Kira‘s incoming jab, comes back up via the stinging righty hook! Head swivel, Kira – brunette belted HARD upside her forehead, stumbling to her right, knees bending. Delayed reaction tumbles pretty Kira against ropes – she‘s sloshing to-and-fro, grabbing weakly around her for support as legs fail n‘ slump! AND KIRA‘S DOWN – she‘s sitting onto her butt from Brie‘s nasty hook, shaking her head, gorgeous hair all disheveled n‘ sweaty! Brie staring down at her foe with that deliciously malicious smile, just as Kira stabilizes against the ropes, her eyes flickering fast. Kira beats the count shabby n‘ hurt – and Brie‘s going right at her! Rangy jabs keep Larson in control – Kira‘s worked to ropes, besieged, showing a tight earmuff.
Down the stretch: Kira‘s leaning off the ropes, her butt atop the cables, hands placed feebly around her jaw – Brie scooting left/right in front of her foe‘s frame, just lickin‘ them tasty hooks up Kira‘s flanks, enjoying those well-deserved moans n‘ groans from Kira‘s hurt ego!
R4: Brie trying to consolidate, dictate things, steer Kira around the ring – she‘s setting up a forward stance, working behind a jab to spread Kosarin out, right hand curled at chin, taking smooth, confident steps in clockwise pivots. Wide, explosive hooks a major Larson weapon – hips all bendy/sinewy, as limber whacks keep slingin‘, lashin‘ out at Kira‘s bended waist, open flanks. Her long-legged steps walk Brie around past Kira‘s right flank – Kira‘s staring open-mouthed n‘ in shock at the cheerful blonde spank being dished out! Kira looking for body contact, stepping more into Brie‘s path, still in tight earmuff guard, steering her shoulders/arms into her blonde foe, trying to go big on her – Larson staying wide-eyed, alert, confident, splashing low straight-arm BATS to Kira‘s waist/tummy, just cooly showing up Kosarin a bit, staying in control. These batting downstairs hooks keep Brie out of any clinches – she‘s also trying to step long into spearin lil‘ hooks upside Kira‘s head, getting rangy n‘ leggy.
Mid-round: Kira stepping-to, trying to grab around Brie‘s waist/rack, smother her jabs/straights – Brie playing it sinewy, leaning back, tucking shots to Kira‘s lats/tummy flanks, crossing arms, preventing tie-ups. Replay close-up to Kira‘s face in between these nasty tummy shots: a tight frown, eyes pinching into hurt, lil‘ aches, grunts – she‘s frustrated, hurt. Final minute – Larson proving her athletic, drilling form. Kira traipsing, hopping, sliding out to ropes/turnbuckles – eyes all fiery, hate-filled, just not feeling aggressive right now, as Brie‘s pressure‘s got her cautioned. Stiff one-twos, one-twos as Brie‘s a-shelling – that crisp, stiff delivery pundits expected to see from gym rat Kosarin tonight. Jabs bat thru to mouth/cheek – right hand crosses landing tart, hard, NASTY upside Kira‘s head, putting a lil‘ shine of glassy-eyed mist into those pretty hazel eyes! Kira‘s glutes all trembly sadly, stepping left/right a lil‘ forlorn, just hoping to stay on her feet – as Brie‘s taking bright-eyed, leggy pivots around her young foe‘s flanks, picking up Kira‘s face via stiff, striking attack steps.
Inside Kira‘s corner during break – frustration, debates, bad mood: “She‘s picking you apart, Kira!“ – “No, no, I‘m fine...she ain‘t hurting me!“, Kira mumbles, her eyes tell-tale puffy, toned tummy pinking up, face grimacing as her tender ribs get a massage.
R5: Kira going to her reserves, trying to establish a rangy, taller jab again – early aggression throughout first trades paying off as a result. Young brunette‘s chest heaving with effort, legs stomp-hopping left/right, repositioning, smiting that striking left hand past Brie‘s arms, finally landing it to blonde‘s rack/skull again. Girls shuffing canvas ground like this across the first minute – rangy jabs, uppercuts pitch away in ruff n‘ tumble two-way trade! Brie‘s startled early by that long, pitching poke catching her face tuff again, but she‘s trying to answer immediately! Brie‘s legs still fresher n‘ faster, using distance, angles – she‘s mobile, her head alertly pitching from left to right and back, her torso taking huge dips down, trying to lure Kira to walk into her surgical, rangy left hand.
Mid-round: Kira slowing down, losing her bounce again – Brie‘s weaving jab‘s getting closer, slapping a jab/right hook duo to young brunette‘s pretty cheekbones! Kosarin pivots away to the right, pumping desperate air jabs to hold her foe off – Brie dippin‘, weavin‘, always looking to close, hurt her girl‘s rack. Good, thumping counter, Kira: pretty brunette slugging the short left hook upside to Brie‘s face as blonde dips, weaves, rises up close – short-pitch right hand spills to blonde tits in hard, oomphy fashion. Pumping shot to heart‘s got Brie staggered, shaking head in fog, circling out right. A lil‘ brawl breakin‘ out: girls staying put near ropes, lashing out back-and-forth shots, going skull n‘ tummy, skull n‘ tummy – series of explosive two-way sock catching girls a-plenty!
Highlights: Brie‘s head PITCHING back from a wild overhand right hand upside her forehead – Kira stooping hurt n‘ grimaced from a stiff, monster tummy uppercut. Down the stretch: Kira surging late, aggressively – a short, licking uppercut SPLASHES to Larson‘s jaw, picks up pretty blonde stiff n‘ jerky, stepping her back wobbly-butt just at bell. Inside Brie‘s corner during break: “C‘mon, girl – her legs are still shot, and that tummy‘s just ripe for picking – ya need to go body on her now, and hard!“
R6: Early trade‘s vicious, aggressive: girls lean n‘ step into jabs, trying to establish more step n‘ poke – Brie digging in, attempting to stand her ground, pitch back to Kira‘s powerful shots. Larson wants to go tummy, ribs to defend her momentum – her hips roll, torso stooping low, slumping short, jerky shots to Kosarin‘s trunks. Pumping exchange of stiff one-two trade going Kira‘s way – brunette‘s upping her thudding rhythm, working into a frenzy. Kira‘s short, stubby jabs hurting Brie to rack n‘ ribs – pik-pak, pik-pak pressure slowly fades Larson back to ropes, giving up ground, as Kira‘s left hand‘s spreading her out. Brie stepping out, absorbing Kira‘s sock, boarding up behind a tight peek-a-boo guard in front of her face, giving up more of that soft tummy flesh. Kira being brutal in spots – a long lefty spills to Brie‘s right ear, clobber, a short righty tucks to her tummy, swoop. Brie groaning, stutter-stepping alongside the ropes, trying to right her faltered stances – Kira dipping at the waist, stalking, advancing, really ramping up that high, tall, stiff jab to Larson‘s forehead/guard, tik-tok, tik-tok.
Mid-round – Brie‘s starting to feel it, grunting, spending time at the ropes, eyes grim n‘ concerned. Larson trying to stay leggy, bending at the waist, pointing out her left shoulder to Kira, snapping short jabs herself – Kira circling her, peppering guard/skull via the tall jab, ripping bigger right hands to flanks/hipbones.
Down the stretch: Brie‘s in a stoop, face-in-gloves, sliding her butt alongside ropes – Kira driving, POUNDING that left jab flat, pumpy against blonde‘s guard in rattling fashion. Sudden danger for Brie: a whup-whup jab sequence splits blonde‘s mitts – Kira‘s right hand PITCHES to left cheek! Legs go dizzy, dizzy – Brie‘s stepping out, blinking rapidly, glutes trembling at sound of bell.
R7: Kira pouncing, staying aggressive – stiff jab form drives back her blonde foe. Fast, aggressive hops n‘ steps as Kira‘s stepping-to: whiplashing lil‘ jabs/hooks spread Brie out, pound flat, stiff to forehead/tits in high-powered rhythms. Slappin‘, battin‘ pumps for good measure – steady drill of punchwork upside her head, to her arms/shoulders loosens Larson up, break her out of stance. When punching sequences already got Brie swoonin‘, staggerin‘, Kira steps all in – thick, cruel right hands blast in with full power to blonde‘s breasts/ribs. Relentless, batting drives take Larson to ropes – her athletic legs constantly a-shufflin‘, trying to break out, slide away, create distance. Mid-round: Kira all squared up on Brie, chuggin‘, punchin‘ away. Larson rallying: head low, torso crouching down – short, hammering counter shots blast out desperate, trying to catch Kira stiff, shocking! Some dangerous misses, as brunette‘s head‘s tacking out late, neck/shoulders ducking from hard left hooks up top, those sloshin, driving overhand rights – but Kira stabilizes her control, drives a hard-powered righty upside Brie‘s rack, spills her oomph against ropes! Left hand from Brie‘s lap, a ragged hard shot – Kira rolling, jolting back her own righty! Stuffing shot cracks upside Brie‘s head, staggers Brie away in a haze, as legs slump, neck all loosened, pretty head jolting to-and-fro – it‘s mayhem!
Fight entering final minute – low stoop gets Kira‘s right hand stuffed upside Brie‘s trunks, jolting blonde‘s tummy into a skew of hurt! Brie sliding to turnbuckle, left shoulder pointing towards Kira, hands kept up raggedly – Kira leans in wide-eyed, spills the massive right hand uppercut thru, DRIVING it to Brie‘s chin in a gorgeous, railing curve, whup! Hard contact clipping to Larson‘s exposed jawline in blunt, stiff fashion, fully loosening her foe up – blonde‘s legs get all stiff, rigid, really felling her down! Proud blonde toppling to back, as arms flail, stretch out sadly above her head – face lolling to a standstill, legs stiff and motionless, lips murmuring a KO‘ed pout! That‘s it – KO7 Kira Kosarin!
After: “Hell yeah, girl!“, Kira shouts, turning away fast from her fallen prey just during ref‘s count, pounding her chest hard and in triumph. Young brunette coming back from a rough patch in the fight – won‘t talk about three lost heats early in the bout, all giddy and confident after blasting out Brie in the end. “Girls simply can‘t take my friggin‘ heat – once I get those jabs and hooks pumping them silly – really the only way they know is quit! And I‘m watching you, Miss Evangeline!“