Post by oddmanout on Jan 1, 2017 15:03:46 GMT -6
Before: “It was going to be glorious proving who really won our fight in June. But now that I’ll be laying the groundwork for stripping the tiara off of her….” Bar once again having a better year than her record indicates, willing to take the opportunity to play spoiler.
Alex, on the other hand, broke into the JMDD elite in a big way this year, the tie with Refaeli the only blemish on her record since January. “It’s smart of O&E to be looking ahead to Tahnee’s title shot. Cause this fight is in the bag!”
Bar in wave-shaped black singlet, hair long, straight and loose, black gloves. Alex wearing the JMDD tiara showcasing a white demi-cup bra under a flesh-toned fishnet top, black bottoms with white trim, white gloves, shoulder-length hair loose down her back.
R1: Alex looking to set the table early, wades into Bar with thudding rights and lefts, coming in close on follow through. Refaeli holding her ground, answering back: bumping her brunette off with the shoulder, thick right uppercuts to the body and strapping left hooks to follow up. They clang away midring, buffeting each other in a gentle clockwise rotation - taking turns getting off as the other covers up, bends at the waist: classy two way slugging. Bar separating herself late, scoring straight lefts and rights, extending on her punches - she's got Daddario on her heels and having second thoughts at the bell.
R2: Rangy power-punching midring, Alex scorches blonde ribcage a ringing hook, doubles it up to stoop Bar forward hurt, then drives in a shock-right hand to the jaw to send Refaeli ropeside. Legs stiff, Bar’s swaying woozy as Alexandra marches in and GOES RACK! Daddario hardhearted as she stamps away straight crisscrossing lefts and rights - shelling the blonde's helpless jugs. Refaeli soaking, head lolling, leans forward to clinch, gets stacked up as Alex pins her to the ropes for the break. Daddario wades back in: MORE JUG! Ram-stamping lefts and rights, concussive, pancaking blows, Refaeli groaning, dismayed by the assault, reaches to clinch again all broke-down and woozy. Similar pattern, JMDD champion making Bar feel the weight, pressing the blonde heavy to ropes for the break, then wading back on in for more. POUNDING round leaves Refaeli a throbbing-boobied beauty, hugging herself, grimacing on her stool during the break.
R3: Bar brawls back! jabbing with Alex, trading short right hands, hooking back & forth to painted bodies. Refaeli refusing to give, gets the better of stroking, rangy exchanges midring. Daddario wincing, stepping out and circling, needs a breather and Bar's not having it. Blonde walking brunette down behind a pulverizing stick late, Alexandra ducking to evade the chopping right, but Refaeli sets up close and pries crossed arms to get at those bulging melons late. Working Daddario over with beefy uppercuts, shoving 'em in close, bodying up to smother the receipts at the bell. Bar forcing eye contact, letting Daddario know there's still plenty of fight left as ref takes a hand.
R4: Busy trade midring as long-armed gals slop on the hurt. Thudding hooks to flank, sharp right crosses up top - girls leaning in with heavy hands working chest and tummy, sensing each other's weight with the shoulder, taking turns getting off. Who wants it more? Down the stretch, Bar forces her way in close, picks up a tasty right uppercut to force her back, steps in a tuff shoulder to the chest to bump Alex back and sinks a vicious hook in behind brunette's right elbow. Daddario disengages to slouch hurt on the ropes, Refaeli crowding close with her guard, banging away short punches and forearms to the bell. Alexandra complaining of elbow smashes - Bar unrepentantly flirts her painted bum, stalks back to her corner.
R5: Alex jabs over Bar's right shoulder to abort blonde’s suppressive jab; follows up a short, blunt right hand on Refaeli's chin, stepping right while riding the left around Bar's neck to tug and turn her, smother receipts. After ref's break - Alexandra repeats the process, jabbing and coming in hard on the chin, holding and hitting while stepping to the right as Refaeli stumbles early. Middle minute, Bar with her dukes up, on her back foot - Alex going gut, slopping rights straight to the body, up quick with sweeping hooks to the cheek. Refaeli buffeted to her left, looking a little pasty under her black paint- blonde standing behind a rigid high guard, trying to figure out what happened. Final minute sees Daddario working behind a ramming stick, landing wide right hands to ear. sweeping hooks hip and jaw, finishing up strong with Bar's back against the ropes.
R6: Alex breaks out a pistoning Front Street jab, pounding it off Bar's face, then doubling it over her right shoulder and edging in to stub a short right hand on blonde’s jaw. More tugging and slugging makes this look like Cat Bell Appreciation night as Daddario rides the left around Refaeli's neck, stepping right to turn the blonde, and smacks her with a BLATANT headbutt! Ref's break and warnings - Alexandra unrepentant, LUNGING in a sudden right hand that catches Bar looking and knocks her WOBBLY BUTT! Stunned by the blast, reels headlong into ropes - Daddario hounding her every step, squaring away to have another go robusto but REFAELI'S BRAWLING BACK! Bar shabby with hurt, turning her shoulders side to side to stamp savage short lefts and rights to rack and ribs; elbows in, no backswing. Torrid two way sees Alex step back and try to walk Bar's chin into harm at the bell, blonde doesn’t take the bait, coin toss if she’s woozy or wiley.
R7: Bar got bullied last round and doesn't like it. Refaeli into Daddario with a thudding left stick, flows into a right hook and then a short left hand on the chin - ALEXANDRA'S BACK FOOT SKIDS BACK IN THE SAND! Daddario stutter steps, windmills her arms ALMOST takes a knee as she eats another right hand when Refaeli moves in for the kill. Alex staggering backwards into the ropes, ducks down in the nick of time as a roaring overhand right misses, but leaves herself open for a torqueing uppercut into the liver, drawing a groan of agony and REFAELI GOES RACK! Bar knuckles shoulders back to straighten her prey up and goes at that bust arms a-pumping! Alexandra lurching forward, wrapping up wide: Refaeli shoulder-bumps her in the teeth, picks up a tidy right uppercut to brush drooping brunette off. Left hook to the belly, short right hand on the chin bends Daddario's knees again, what is holding her up?
Final minute sees Alex swooning BUT SLUGGING BACK! chopping a short right past Bar's left, tucking a sidearm left thick to breadbasket: pinched expression and grunt of pain from blonde as she leans forward. Long limbed beauties reaching in with the left arm to shoulder-shrug the other woman back, then lick her hard - uncompromising two-way sees Daddario march a step or two off the ropes. OH it's tasty inside: thudding rip right hands up underneath, girls pushing for room and cashing in hooks to chin and REFAELI’S HURT! Both women’s eyes misted over, legs rubbery – Alexandra grapples, twists her foe and stacks her up at the ropes and GOES JUG! Great heaping mittfuls of jug, Daddario hunkered forward, keeping it short and harmful, chugging away with no backswing - all legs and shoulders. Round's end: Alexandra's still socking sack with mindless abandon - ref intercedes - chaos as Bar groggily tries to get at her tormentress. Fighters pounded into wrecks, both gloves liberally spotted with each other’s paint, BOTH could have won this fight if they’d come off the rack, but this is personal, not business now.
R8: Battle of the corner crews as last rounds fireworks leaves both girls ravaged, Bar comes back stronger. Refaeli stalking, stiff jab setting up whistling right hands up top, mopping up thick, shivering hooks in Daddario's ribs to slug brunette ropeside. Alex forts up butt in ropes, tilted forwards, dukes up - she's there for the taking as Bar settles in for a seige. Refaeli driving right hands under the elbows to thump that tummy, dipping and digging left uppercuts to hulking JMDD champ rack, picking her up then labeling her short right hands across the jaw. Daddario unable to answer, slumping and soaking as Bar works her over rangy.
R9: Similar stuff from both girls midring, blocking guards, stiff jabs setting up long right hands up top, clean-up hooks to ribs and stubborn tummies. When they lean in - both easing each other around with shoulders, both looking to snatch right uppercuts and tidy hooks in close. Down the stretch, Alex scores a clean right uppy - immediately tucking a left into Bar’s battered belly, pushing her off with a chickenwing left elbow. Refaeli stepping back groggy, stares into a CRASHING right flush on the chin - blonde sent rag-doll to the ropes, knees a-knocking and ON COMES DADDARIO! Reaching in with the left to stabilize, then chugging up into Bar's healthy, helpless breasts! Alexandra normally a crisscross mugger, gets closer and jerks upward into Refaeli's breasts, blonde sagging to a seat, numb in the ropes as Daddario storms away to the bell. More late punching, ref pushing Alex off - tempers flare as accusations fly both ways.
R10: Hard fought finale, both girls know the fight’s too close to take anything for granted, they have to finish strong, Lanceing right hands back and forth, girls bending in with their crossing punch, then leaning out to get the hook--dangerous back and forth slobber knocking connects add up against two drained accounts. Even, blistering stuff till the final minute--who wants it more THIS time? Its Bar backing Alex up with a right on the mouth, followed by a stroking left hook, Daddario’s back hits the ropes as she can’t stand her ground. All Refaeli to the bell, helping herself to that pain-wracked paunch, digging her fists into the white meat, then clubbing away upstairs. Alexandra turtling up, Bar pounds away brutal right hands to the back, tight lefts to the gut, mops up the dregs at the bell. No late knockdown to save her this time, cards come back UD10 Bar Refaeli!
After: "I’ve been waiting six months for this," says a battered but beaming Bar. "Everything she hit me with, I paid her back double. Every trick she tried, I punished her for. She's getting sloppy with all that JMDD, but I wasn't going to get bogged down in it this time. When I laid her out in the tenth and took that round from her...I could see it in her eyes: things have changed between us. The next time we fight, I know I'll knock her out. She just doesn't have anything more to show me." Once again the score card shows, Alex unable to convert the close rounds, all the competitive rounds went to the blonde girl, and no late thunder to make up the distance this time!