Post by Lookout! Boxing on Feb 26, 2021 19:55:11 GMT -6
Lily Collins vs Olivia Holt (Flyweight Title)
Lily:
(31, 5’5, 112, 37:11 FCBA, VIXENs)
Olivia:
(23, 5’2, 21:7 FCBA, Odds and Ends Fight Studio)
Plenty on the line for the recently crowned champion, Lily Collins not shying away from dangerous opponents as she offers a rematch to Odds and Ends’ Olivia Holt - a girl who’s been the bane of the VIXENs roster over the past few years, having knocked out Emma Watson, Megan Fox, and yes, even the dear champion herself in their AMD bare-knuckled title match back in 2020.
“Hmph. She’s going down this time. I’m tired of Holt walking all over us. Not that I care much about Emma or Megan, but trust me, I care even less about Olivia Holt,” Lily says with a stern expression on her face from the press table. “She beat me in an AMD fight last year. So what? This is the real ring, with real rules. I plan to teach her a thing or two about boxing.”
Holt nonplussed from the other end of the room, shrugging her shoulders as she smiles back. “The Vixens like to talk, don’t they That’s what they do all day. Me? I like to kick ass. Particularly sweet when it’s Vixen-ass. Every one of these shills has tasted my tummy, and tonight, AMD rules or not, Collins is gonna get a refresher course, with that belt of hers dangling above my waist, of course.”
Mean glares at the press podium as the taller, leaner Collins stares down her rival for tonight, the Flyweight belt brandished over one shoulder, her other hand on her hip but itching to grant a good b*tch-slap to the blonde’s face. Olivia teasing, tilting her head to one side, daring the champ to start some sh*t. She’s coming in at a three-inch height disadvantage, but that hasn’t stopped Holt before in claiming bigger prizes. Ladies almost get into a shoving match when Olivia’s shoulder grazes into Lily’s. Thankfully (or not) they’re separated by the ring officials before things get nasty.
Hours later, we’re here in the arena and ready for ten rounds of Flyweight action! Collins in an off-white sports bra top, similar-coloured short tights for mobility. She’s wearing black gloves to round off that classy look. Holt goes for an all-black bikini, modest though and tight-fitting. She’s got red gloves on either hand.
Referee calls this Flyweight title match to order, and with a wave of his hand, HERE WE GO!
ROUND 1:
Lily works overtime as she springs forward to initiate some early action. She fires off crisp jabs and combos, aiming for Olivia’s head as she pounds away on her arms and body. Holt holds down the fort, using her arms to block most of the shots but has no choice but to grunt, shake off a couple of jabs that graze her cheek. Collins has always been a fast-moving, slick fighter compared to her opponent, who’s more known for her power plays and thick, thumping action - it’s one of the reasons how Holt managed to overpower plenty of weaker fighters in the past. Holt manages a swing back or two, but they mainly hit the air or bash Lily on the arms. Last minute sees more traditional action as girls exchange mutual jabs to the face in multiple wild flurries in an attempt to gain points. But when the bell rings, it’s Lily’s opening show, and the champ takes it wide.
ROUND 2:
And here come Olivia’s big guns: measured strikes thumping into the guard to stop Lily’s advance half-way through, Olivia then leaping forward and blasting another right hook across the arms, aiming high as she rattles Collins badly. Another and another such combo takes the fight back to the champ’s camp, pushing Lily back with low grunts, with Collins doing her best to maintain distance but finding it difficult to face down the energetic and eager Holt. Second minute sees Lily taking a swing or two back, thinking she can go toe-to-toe with the smaller blonde challenger. Big mistake. Olivia takes a one-two to the tummy, another swipe across her chest, but then retaliates with a blow of her own across her enemy’s face, turning Lily’s head clean to the side with a textbook right hook. Collins learns her lesson, finally, stays away for the rest of the round, which she’s forced to concede.
ROUND 3:
More measured hooks at the end of jab combos as Holt aims to keep up the pressure, score points whenever she can score points. Collins, fighting a little smarter though, keeps herself away from the fireworks as she tries to impose her will with long, lunging jabs sent straight into Olivia’s face from afar. It works - sort of - as Olivia takes some damage in the first minute, grunting as her cheek gets caved in, lips squished by leather gloves. But still, the blonde fighter ain’t giving up her chase, in each exchange rushing forward and taking pot-shots off Lily’s abs, and an uppercut or two bangin’ hard into the guard, trying to break her shield wall as much as her will. Round ends and Olivia’s aggression wins her another close round.
ROUND 4:
Lily finds her groove as she skirts about the ring, from post to post, avoiding Olivia’s attacks and then paying the blonde back with crunching shots to her face and chest. Collins is able to predict Holt’s movements in the fourth as she constantly outworks her foe, dodging and weaving around some dangerous uppercuts aimed at her chin and then hooking tighter, faster shots clean into the face, across the chin, dazing Holt by the second minute. Holt shaking her head, half-growling, half-panting after all that prior action. She thought Lily was about to go down last round but is unpleasantly surprised when the Vixen starts fighting back, finally deciding to settle down and re-centre herself at one corner of the ring, with the two girls continue circling each other to the bell, jabbing at the head from afar, but Lily already satisfied at taking the fourth round wide.
ROUND 5:
The champ’s currently in the lead in terms of points, but Holt’s fighting differently this time round, staying at a distance and returning Lily’s jabs to the head blow for blow. First minute sees plenty of distanced action as Olivia mainly blocks the multiple jabs to her head, then comes in wide with a surprise gut-shot or swing to the side of Lily’s head. Collins suddenly forced to adapt again as the counter-attacks begin to mount upon her frame. She grunts as another low hook catches her on the side of her body, quickly scooting backwards and then firing a right hand into Olivia’s lips for payback. Close round here but Holt’s smart movements win her an even-all score overall, and the ladies spend the final seconds of the round catching their breaths, evaluating their strategy going forth in the second half of this title fight.
ROUND 6:
So far, no knockdown attempt, which means both fighters are playing it measured, calculated and cold. They circle warily in the opening seconds, a methodical exchange of punches again as Lily looks for openings with fast, crisp attacks to Olivia’s head, whilst Olivia is biding her time, taking pot-shots at the champ’s body and chest. Both girls are scoring, of course, but then, Lily does something unconventional, tilts her head right to avoid a powerful cross attack from Holt, before dinging her back on the chin with a looping underhand shot. That seems to daze Holt momentarily as her head gets snapped upwards, Lily following up with more pounding shots to her tummy before going for the knockout blow with another swinging right hand to the chin. She MISSES though, with Holt retaining enough of her senses to throw up her arm to block the incoming barrage. But it’s a strange sight indeed to see the champ now the one who’s dominating close-quarters action, wailing away at Olivia’s tummy and chest, intermingling swings across her forearms and head. Holt’s beaten backwards, her back touching the ropes, but before Lily can blast her off her feet, the bell rings, and the referee has to step in between the fighters in order to prevent an all-out brawl. A bad round for Holt, but she manages to stay afloat, panting hard and left bent over on the ropes as Lily curses and insults her mother and father on her way back to corner.
ROUND 7:
Lily’s feeling confident here about securing her fifth title defense, having made short work of Holt in that last round. This here’s a different time and context compared to their last AMD fight, when punches were only allowed below the neck. Collins smartly targets Holt’s pretty face this time round, and thus far, it seems to be working, as she aims high for the AMD champ’s nose and lips instead of down below at her abs of steel. First minute sees Holt keeping herself close by the ropes as Lily sails inwards for a finish, a flurry flung forth as the champ resumes bashing her arms, fists looking for that elusive chin. Holt, however, keeping calm, steady, her guard protecting her face well, eyes and nose peeking out in between moments of the assault, flashing danger that Lily doesn’t see till it’s too late… Collins hammers another hook into the blonde’s arms but then grunts as Holt returns fire of her own with a swing straight into her stomach, stunning her on the spot! POW - another crisp blow to the cheek has Lily shouting out in pain as she’s thrown off to the side. Oh how the turn tables, as suddenly, Lily’s the one who’s forced to cover up, and Holt’s rushing in like a mad bull in a china shop as she continues chopping blow after blow into the poor woman’s body, before a final BLAST to the chin sends the champ OFF HER FEET AND FLOORED ONTO HER BACK!! Just like that!! We’ve got the first KNOCKDOWN of the evening from Olivia Holt!
Holy hell! Just when the VIX corner was planning their premature celebrations, their party spoiled by the Odds and Ends starlet as Holt stands proud and tall, panting over her fallen foe, her chest still heaving as she’s herded away by the referee. Lily groaning, head rolling from side to side, not knowing what the f*ck just hit her like a freight train. Referee counting her out steadily, and to her credit, she’s getting back up one foot at a time, finally pulling herself up by the count of 8. Things still aren’t looking too good for her, however, as we’ve got two more minutes on the clock but Lily’s swaying badly…
DING! of the bell and as expected, HERE COMES HOLT! Reminiscent scene from a bloodbath a time before as Collins gets decimated on the ropes again, Holt not bothering with pleasantries as she ROCKS her across the face, BANGS another glove off the side of the head, and of course, BURIES fist after fist into that pale tummy, absolutely taking turns folding the champ in half and then stacking her up against the ropes with another blasting shot to the chin. Finally, the referee has seen ENOUGH - HE JUMPS IN AND COVERS THE GROANING VIXEN UP! THIS FIGHT’S OVER IN TKO FASHION!!
Official Decision: Olivia Holt defeats Lily Collins via TKO7! Olivia Holt is the NEW Flyweight Champion!
AFTER:
Explosive protestations from the VIX corner at this premature decision, as Head Trainer Steve Boyd and company leap from their seats and shout murder! From their perspective, Lily wasn’t done with fighting yet. But from the referee’s point of view, the champ was literally on the ropes and about to go down anyways.
Not as though Holt gives two shits - the Odds and Ends crew are leaping in the air, climbing the ropes to get into the ring by contrast, big smiles on their faces at this historic win! Holt herself has a tired smile on her face as she melts into the crowd of trainers, fight officials and teammates, hugs and kisses thrown all around as she’s swarmed in the center of the ring, then carried back to her corner as the proud owner of two title belts around her waist
Meanwhile, Collins drags herself back to her own turnbuckle, deep, raspy breaths from parted lips as she struggles to stay awake. Not sure if the reality of the situation has hit her just yet, but Holt is certainly intent on driving the point home. Moments later, the new Flyweight champ is quickly seen marching over to the VIX corner, amidst the celebrations, just in case her foe decides to make a run for it. She finds Lily still slumped on her stool, arms hanging limp over the middle ropes.
“What have we got here? A beaten b*tch?” Holt teases with a smile.
“f*ck YO-AARRGGHHH!!” Lily spits back, but suddenly finds herself getting hauled upwards after Holt lunges at her hair with two hands.
“Tut tut. Language. That’s why you sucked as a champion, Collins.”
Holt takes her time with the subdued, spent former champion, snuggling in close with her thighs draped one over the other, pinning Collins down on her seat and forcing their sweat-slicked bodies into close contact. The blonde licks her lips, using her grip on Lily’s dishevelled brown hair to guide the beaten girl’s face into the pit of her stomach. Lily gurgling, resisting with slaps and punches off the back, but she can’t do much as her body struggles, squirms and shivers.
“Remember - this is what I promised you, Lily. And I’m a woman of my word,” Holt hisses.
She keeps the tummy smother tight and sealed, the weight of her body pressing into Lily’s against the turnbuckle, the Vixen’s nose and lips pressed firmly into pulsing tummy flesh.
Well, that’s the photograph of the evening, folks. As the cameras continue to flash to capture this historic moment, the ring officials have had enough complains from the VIX corner, and moments later, they begin to swarm Holt from behind, try and pry her off her fun. There are still matches to go this evening, after all. Holt finally relents, beams down at the wilted form of Collins still on her stool.
Her victory signed, sealed and delivered, Olivia hoists the Flyweight title belt high to the crowds, signaling the reign of a new champion.
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
Lily:
(31, 5’5, 112, 37:11 FCBA, VIXENs)
Olivia:
(23, 5’2, 21:7 FCBA, Odds and Ends Fight Studio)
BEFORE:
Plenty on the line for the recently crowned champion, Lily Collins not shying away from dangerous opponents as she offers a rematch to Odds and Ends’ Olivia Holt - a girl who’s been the bane of the VIXENs roster over the past few years, having knocked out Emma Watson, Megan Fox, and yes, even the dear champion herself in their AMD bare-knuckled title match back in 2020.
“Hmph. She’s going down this time. I’m tired of Holt walking all over us. Not that I care much about Emma or Megan, but trust me, I care even less about Olivia Holt,” Lily says with a stern expression on her face from the press table. “She beat me in an AMD fight last year. So what? This is the real ring, with real rules. I plan to teach her a thing or two about boxing.”
Holt nonplussed from the other end of the room, shrugging her shoulders as she smiles back. “The Vixens like to talk, don’t they That’s what they do all day. Me? I like to kick ass. Particularly sweet when it’s Vixen-ass. Every one of these shills has tasted my tummy, and tonight, AMD rules or not, Collins is gonna get a refresher course, with that belt of hers dangling above my waist, of course.”
Mean glares at the press podium as the taller, leaner Collins stares down her rival for tonight, the Flyweight belt brandished over one shoulder, her other hand on her hip but itching to grant a good b*tch-slap to the blonde’s face. Olivia teasing, tilting her head to one side, daring the champ to start some sh*t. She’s coming in at a three-inch height disadvantage, but that hasn’t stopped Holt before in claiming bigger prizes. Ladies almost get into a shoving match when Olivia’s shoulder grazes into Lily’s. Thankfully (or not) they’re separated by the ring officials before things get nasty.
Hours later, we’re here in the arena and ready for ten rounds of Flyweight action! Collins in an off-white sports bra top, similar-coloured short tights for mobility. She’s wearing black gloves to round off that classy look. Holt goes for an all-black bikini, modest though and tight-fitting. She’s got red gloves on either hand.
Referee calls this Flyweight title match to order, and with a wave of his hand, HERE WE GO!
ROUND 1:
Lily works overtime as she springs forward to initiate some early action. She fires off crisp jabs and combos, aiming for Olivia’s head as she pounds away on her arms and body. Holt holds down the fort, using her arms to block most of the shots but has no choice but to grunt, shake off a couple of jabs that graze her cheek. Collins has always been a fast-moving, slick fighter compared to her opponent, who’s more known for her power plays and thick, thumping action - it’s one of the reasons how Holt managed to overpower plenty of weaker fighters in the past. Holt manages a swing back or two, but they mainly hit the air or bash Lily on the arms. Last minute sees more traditional action as girls exchange mutual jabs to the face in multiple wild flurries in an attempt to gain points. But when the bell rings, it’s Lily’s opening show, and the champ takes it wide.
ROUND 2:
And here come Olivia’s big guns: measured strikes thumping into the guard to stop Lily’s advance half-way through, Olivia then leaping forward and blasting another right hook across the arms, aiming high as she rattles Collins badly. Another and another such combo takes the fight back to the champ’s camp, pushing Lily back with low grunts, with Collins doing her best to maintain distance but finding it difficult to face down the energetic and eager Holt. Second minute sees Lily taking a swing or two back, thinking she can go toe-to-toe with the smaller blonde challenger. Big mistake. Olivia takes a one-two to the tummy, another swipe across her chest, but then retaliates with a blow of her own across her enemy’s face, turning Lily’s head clean to the side with a textbook right hook. Collins learns her lesson, finally, stays away for the rest of the round, which she’s forced to concede.
ROUND 3:
More measured hooks at the end of jab combos as Holt aims to keep up the pressure, score points whenever she can score points. Collins, fighting a little smarter though, keeps herself away from the fireworks as she tries to impose her will with long, lunging jabs sent straight into Olivia’s face from afar. It works - sort of - as Olivia takes some damage in the first minute, grunting as her cheek gets caved in, lips squished by leather gloves. But still, the blonde fighter ain’t giving up her chase, in each exchange rushing forward and taking pot-shots off Lily’s abs, and an uppercut or two bangin’ hard into the guard, trying to break her shield wall as much as her will. Round ends and Olivia’s aggression wins her another close round.
ROUND 4:
Lily finds her groove as she skirts about the ring, from post to post, avoiding Olivia’s attacks and then paying the blonde back with crunching shots to her face and chest. Collins is able to predict Holt’s movements in the fourth as she constantly outworks her foe, dodging and weaving around some dangerous uppercuts aimed at her chin and then hooking tighter, faster shots clean into the face, across the chin, dazing Holt by the second minute. Holt shaking her head, half-growling, half-panting after all that prior action. She thought Lily was about to go down last round but is unpleasantly surprised when the Vixen starts fighting back, finally deciding to settle down and re-centre herself at one corner of the ring, with the two girls continue circling each other to the bell, jabbing at the head from afar, but Lily already satisfied at taking the fourth round wide.
ROUND 5:
The champ’s currently in the lead in terms of points, but Holt’s fighting differently this time round, staying at a distance and returning Lily’s jabs to the head blow for blow. First minute sees plenty of distanced action as Olivia mainly blocks the multiple jabs to her head, then comes in wide with a surprise gut-shot or swing to the side of Lily’s head. Collins suddenly forced to adapt again as the counter-attacks begin to mount upon her frame. She grunts as another low hook catches her on the side of her body, quickly scooting backwards and then firing a right hand into Olivia’s lips for payback. Close round here but Holt’s smart movements win her an even-all score overall, and the ladies spend the final seconds of the round catching their breaths, evaluating their strategy going forth in the second half of this title fight.
ROUND 6:
So far, no knockdown attempt, which means both fighters are playing it measured, calculated and cold. They circle warily in the opening seconds, a methodical exchange of punches again as Lily looks for openings with fast, crisp attacks to Olivia’s head, whilst Olivia is biding her time, taking pot-shots at the champ’s body and chest. Both girls are scoring, of course, but then, Lily does something unconventional, tilts her head right to avoid a powerful cross attack from Holt, before dinging her back on the chin with a looping underhand shot. That seems to daze Holt momentarily as her head gets snapped upwards, Lily following up with more pounding shots to her tummy before going for the knockout blow with another swinging right hand to the chin. She MISSES though, with Holt retaining enough of her senses to throw up her arm to block the incoming barrage. But it’s a strange sight indeed to see the champ now the one who’s dominating close-quarters action, wailing away at Olivia’s tummy and chest, intermingling swings across her forearms and head. Holt’s beaten backwards, her back touching the ropes, but before Lily can blast her off her feet, the bell rings, and the referee has to step in between the fighters in order to prevent an all-out brawl. A bad round for Holt, but she manages to stay afloat, panting hard and left bent over on the ropes as Lily curses and insults her mother and father on her way back to corner.
ROUND 7:
Lily’s feeling confident here about securing her fifth title defense, having made short work of Holt in that last round. This here’s a different time and context compared to their last AMD fight, when punches were only allowed below the neck. Collins smartly targets Holt’s pretty face this time round, and thus far, it seems to be working, as she aims high for the AMD champ’s nose and lips instead of down below at her abs of steel. First minute sees Holt keeping herself close by the ropes as Lily sails inwards for a finish, a flurry flung forth as the champ resumes bashing her arms, fists looking for that elusive chin. Holt, however, keeping calm, steady, her guard protecting her face well, eyes and nose peeking out in between moments of the assault, flashing danger that Lily doesn’t see till it’s too late… Collins hammers another hook into the blonde’s arms but then grunts as Holt returns fire of her own with a swing straight into her stomach, stunning her on the spot! POW - another crisp blow to the cheek has Lily shouting out in pain as she’s thrown off to the side. Oh how the turn tables, as suddenly, Lily’s the one who’s forced to cover up, and Holt’s rushing in like a mad bull in a china shop as she continues chopping blow after blow into the poor woman’s body, before a final BLAST to the chin sends the champ OFF HER FEET AND FLOORED ONTO HER BACK!! Just like that!! We’ve got the first KNOCKDOWN of the evening from Olivia Holt!
Holy hell! Just when the VIX corner was planning their premature celebrations, their party spoiled by the Odds and Ends starlet as Holt stands proud and tall, panting over her fallen foe, her chest still heaving as she’s herded away by the referee. Lily groaning, head rolling from side to side, not knowing what the f*ck just hit her like a freight train. Referee counting her out steadily, and to her credit, she’s getting back up one foot at a time, finally pulling herself up by the count of 8. Things still aren’t looking too good for her, however, as we’ve got two more minutes on the clock but Lily’s swaying badly…
DING! of the bell and as expected, HERE COMES HOLT! Reminiscent scene from a bloodbath a time before as Collins gets decimated on the ropes again, Holt not bothering with pleasantries as she ROCKS her across the face, BANGS another glove off the side of the head, and of course, BURIES fist after fist into that pale tummy, absolutely taking turns folding the champ in half and then stacking her up against the ropes with another blasting shot to the chin. Finally, the referee has seen ENOUGH - HE JUMPS IN AND COVERS THE GROANING VIXEN UP! THIS FIGHT’S OVER IN TKO FASHION!!
Official Decision: Olivia Holt defeats Lily Collins via TKO7! Olivia Holt is the NEW Flyweight Champion!
AFTER:
Explosive protestations from the VIX corner at this premature decision, as Head Trainer Steve Boyd and company leap from their seats and shout murder! From their perspective, Lily wasn’t done with fighting yet. But from the referee’s point of view, the champ was literally on the ropes and about to go down anyways.
Not as though Holt gives two shits - the Odds and Ends crew are leaping in the air, climbing the ropes to get into the ring by contrast, big smiles on their faces at this historic win! Holt herself has a tired smile on her face as she melts into the crowd of trainers, fight officials and teammates, hugs and kisses thrown all around as she’s swarmed in the center of the ring, then carried back to her corner as the proud owner of two title belts around her waist
Meanwhile, Collins drags herself back to her own turnbuckle, deep, raspy breaths from parted lips as she struggles to stay awake. Not sure if the reality of the situation has hit her just yet, but Holt is certainly intent on driving the point home. Moments later, the new Flyweight champ is quickly seen marching over to the VIX corner, amidst the celebrations, just in case her foe decides to make a run for it. She finds Lily still slumped on her stool, arms hanging limp over the middle ropes.
“What have we got here? A beaten b*tch?” Holt teases with a smile.
“f*ck YO-AARRGGHHH!!” Lily spits back, but suddenly finds herself getting hauled upwards after Holt lunges at her hair with two hands.
“Tut tut. Language. That’s why you sucked as a champion, Collins.”
Holt takes her time with the subdued, spent former champion, snuggling in close with her thighs draped one over the other, pinning Collins down on her seat and forcing their sweat-slicked bodies into close contact. The blonde licks her lips, using her grip on Lily’s dishevelled brown hair to guide the beaten girl’s face into the pit of her stomach. Lily gurgling, resisting with slaps and punches off the back, but she can’t do much as her body struggles, squirms and shivers.
“Remember - this is what I promised you, Lily. And I’m a woman of my word,” Holt hisses.
She keeps the tummy smother tight and sealed, the weight of her body pressing into Lily’s against the turnbuckle, the Vixen’s nose and lips pressed firmly into pulsing tummy flesh.
Well, that’s the photograph of the evening, folks. As the cameras continue to flash to capture this historic moment, the ring officials have had enough complains from the VIX corner, and moments later, they begin to swarm Holt from behind, try and pry her off her fun. There are still matches to go this evening, after all. Holt finally relents, beams down at the wilted form of Collins still on her stool.
Her victory signed, sealed and delivered, Olivia hoists the Flyweight title belt high to the crowds, signaling the reign of a new champion.
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
