Olivia Holt versus Emma Roberts (Flyweight Title)

Olivia Holt (Flyweight Champion)
(23, 5'2, 23:7 FCBA, Odds & Ends)
Versus
Emma Roberts (Challenger)
(29, 5’2, 28:14 FCBA, The Dollhouse)

Results: Lookout, Story: Oddmanout

Before: 
Emma cordially venomous as usual in here prefight statement, showing she's ready for the fight of her life: "I'm very excited to again be at the cusp of winning my first title. I would like to thank Olivia for making the biggest mistake of her LIFE and giving me this opportunity, but I can't really blame her... I completely deserve it. Unfortunately for her, there is no way in HELL I'm losing to her again, OR losing another title fight. I'm on a 4 fight winning streak and what I did to Avril 2 weeks ago is exactly what I'll do to Olivia in about an hour. Can't wait to be your new champion!"

As for the champion: “I’m not going to be a one and done champion again. It was my fault the first time, but that means that Emma has no chance of winning this time! We’ve done this before, and I’ll be humbling her again!”

it’s time for the Ice Queen to make her entrance now Emma appears clad in a completely white attire – A white satin robe covering most of her body and her fight gear underneath – a sports bra and long tights, complete with snow white gloves. Her blonde hair tied in a tight royal bun as she calmly makes her way to the ring. Olivia belts her black robe with the Paramount title belt, with the Reebok and Maxim titles over her shoulders. She’s changed the top of her signature black ensemble,

R1: Olivia smoothly in at Emma: ducking in close, tucking a short left hook snug to paunch, then covering up as challenger answers with shoe-shining flurry. Holt neat on her back foot, bending low on it, then easing back in to fit a smooth right hand to the Roberts breadbasket, followed by a crisp "here I am" hook to chops. Emma smote, but sturdy: she hooks chest; leans in on front leg to tuck tidy hook in behind Olivia's right elbow. Holt pivoting, dragging the left foot like a real pro: right at her cheek, left across her gut as she shifts angle, stays supple on her hips, looking to lean in and out with swatting shots. Classy, busy stuff - Olivia outworking Emma in clever, swiping exchanges.


R2: Emma able to grab Olivia’s wrist and pull her into a shoulder black, then wrap up and wrassle her onto the ropes in a little blonde bundle. Good grinding round for Roberts, Holt trapped on ropes, suffering beneath her tormentress. Emma using every available weapon either to push or punish her foe: both shoulders; head; forearms; chest; fists. Bell: Olivia gasping for breath, pushing up off the ropes just covered in sweat and looking thirsty; Roberts upbeat, grinning in her corner and happily taking on water.

R3: Emma sticks with it - bodying Olivia to ropes, smothering her, punishing her in the clinch. Pushing Holt deep into ropes - Roberts controls with left shoulder in chest - cramming rights to tummy, or pushing off to deploy both fists in pumping romps to breadbasket. Emma also roaming up top via right hands - jamming 'em in thick to jug or jaw, then bodying up to smother receipts. Draining round for ‘Livy as she sits on strands and soaks: steady, bludgeoning attrition and constant press of Emma's tummy finally drives the Champ breathless to her knees at the half. "NOW who's humbled!" Roberts calls sweetly over her shoulder as she's bouncing away. Holt beats the count but has to stay on her bicycle for the bell, as Emma takes back-to-back shutouts.

R4: Olivia gets her way. Jabbing head and body, she's staying quick, circling rapidly clockwise, never standing in one place. Minute mark, Emma blunders into savage punching: Holt leaning forward on her toes, snarling as straight rights and lefts jackhammer into Em's face - jolting her head back and nearly pitching her to her knees. Holt's follow up at Roberts's breasts with vicious, biting right uppercuts/left hooks; she's carving at ribcage with palm-down lefts and rights. Small gloves making hard PIK! PIK! noises gouging into Em's torso: challenger hugging herself, turning away from the pain as Olivia retakes initiative.

R5: Series of spicy engagements all around the ring as each fighter winds around her blonde/pounces in from angles/gets off ringadingdong as in simultaneous chugging exchanges. Both girls chipped up in frisky fire fights...then Olivia will disengage, circle, eyes narrow as she seeks to angle-in off Emma's left flank. Almost too close to call, though Roberts IS getting a tuff little left hook in Holt 's right-side ribs, and chipping-chin with tightly-curled uppercuts in close.

R6: Each fighter giving a good account of herself in exchanges - punching out straight, responsible left/rights; bringing her mitts back quick to temples. Olivia hacking a tuff buggywhip right to Emma's left flank; punching-with up top as girls trade hustling lefts and rights...it's even for two minutes. Down the stretch, Holt douses Roberts in lathering whirl of lefts and rights, forcing her to cover up earmuff...3 whacking buggywhip rights stroke Emma left flank/left ear/left flank and the challenger CRINGES away hurt. Olivia all eyes alight, cackling "Hahahah!" as wounded Roberts slides away stricken.
R7: Olivia walking Emma into punches; executing cute clockwise-pivots off short left hooks to jaw. Girls get to scrubbin' rapid left and rights midring...ROBERTS SCOOTS TO HER GLUTES! Emma bouncing right back up all startled and embarrassed...flash knockdown perhaps, but showing stubborn defiance on tightly pressed lips, leads to tasty, clanging exchanges as girls take turns getting off tic-tac-toe. Roberts covering up earmuff and ducking when Holt's latherings; Champion more apt to drop her mitts/deep-bend at the waist/show bendy-backed evasive looks on the spot. Tremendous output by both girls, but best, cleanest and hardest shots are a tuff left hook dug to Emma's sternum, and later, a tasty right cross that finds challenger's chin. Holt bangs out points in a fire-fight!

R8: Emma shakes off her worst round - showing impressive depth-of-reserves. She up-tempos, crowding Olivia - unintentional clash of heads puts Champ on her heels; challenger's whirling, smiting fists claim steadily head-and-chest on retreating Holt. Olivia disheveled, shell-shocked, Emma just bobbing and slugging and darting in and out - small-mitted fists spanking away at will. Relentless pressure proves too much...Holt staggers to her right after a walloping right claps her cheek late...she's staring, hurt when Roberts jumps in close, getting brawny left shoulder behind a stubby hook to SIT THE CHAMP DOWN! Olivia blown onto her glutes, sitting up all forlorn and blinking...Emma struts past, glaring down with the world's most furious pout at bell.

R9: CLAMBAKE! Emma rocks Olivia early with a grazing right uppercut/swinging left hook to chin combo - putting Champ wobbly-butt. Roberts wading forward - hunching her shoulders to administer chugging hup-hup, beating Holts to ropes. Olivia firms off the apron - slugging wide, looping lefts and rights out of her defensive bob: Emma clobbered about her jaw lines, but refusing to abandon strong position. Final minute - furious, lithe slugging see both women getting off and landing to offending head/shoulders when a short-chopping Roberts right beats a low-slung Holt right uppercut - swiveling Champ's head and leaving her helpless! Olivia swaying on the spot - right at her chest/left dangling, Roberts steps into a short left hook to chin - punching mouthpiece off teeth and putting blonde-girl in stupor! Holt unravelling, but somehow keeping her feet...she drops the round, but doesn't surrender the knockdown as the crowd's losing its mind at bell!

R10: Olivia’s been here before. No way to win on points, she needs a knockout to retain her title. How much is she thinking back to Natalie? Batting her gloves, she comes out to midring. Emma surging across the ring, looking to slug for the win, Holt sidesteps to her right, jabbing jug; looping overhand rights to jaw; turning into short left hooks sweet to chin. Roberts slugging from wide stance, her hands low, lashing punches to ribcage, but Olivia's turning her fellow blonde counter-clockwise, getting the better connects. EMMA'S LEGS GIVE A SHIMMY! Roberts suddenly distraught, wobbly-butt...she covers up face-in-gloves, giving away her flanks/tummy as Holt goes all in! Olivia stepping close, really ramming it to Emma: big, thumping lefts and rights crammed to tummy, desperate Champ slugging with teeth bared, punching challenger to ropes! No style, no form for either fighter now, Holt bending her little body into blockbuster lefts and rights...fists caroming off Emma's head and shoulders, or slamming to shivering halts in behind either elbow. ROBERTS GOES DOWN! Emma in cringing, gradual descent, finally pitching-in face-first and rolling to her back...she's desperately hurt, head lolling side to side. Olivia darting to neutral corner, hands poised halfway up, chests heaving as she keeps her eyes glued to the ref’s hand… IT'S DONE! Come-from-Behind KO10 for your winner and STILL flyweight champion, OLIVIA HOLT!

After: Nail-biter of a title fight leaves both contenders being wheeled out of the arena. Emma coming oh-so-close, but there’s no coming back this time!