Queen of the Ice Hotel: Sophie Turner vs Courtney Tailor Jul 20, 2021 21:43:13 GMT -6 Vassago, girlsfriday, and 3 more like this
Post by oddmanout on Jul 20, 2021 21:43:13 GMT -6
Courtney Tailor vs
Sophie Turner (Queen of the Ice Hotel)
Results by Lookout!, Words by OddManOut
Before: Sophie reminiscing about her Queen in the North days: “If you didn’t train in cold weather, than you didn’t train. So I’m used to fighting in a way that most of the girls she fights aren’t. That’s going to cost her!’
Courtney bristling, “I’ve beaten Taylor, I’ve beaten Emily, I’ve beaten Anllela and I’ve beaten HER before. Sophie isn’t in my league. And the whole league is about to be reminded of that!”
Sophie entering wrapped in the black furs from the Northern episodes of “Thrones,” hair colored red again and drawn into a battle braid down her back. Ringside she opens it up and drops it down to Jen Garner to reveal a white fur bikini with matching gloves and black moccasins. Courtney entering under a black leather trench coat and black cowboy hat, ala Trish Stratus in her heyday. Shedding her coat ringside, she enters the ring in a black leather bikini and loincloth with matching gloves and moccasins
R1: CRASHING right cross to chin buckles Sophie's knees early: she's hurt, stumble-stepping to her right as Courtney lunges to finish. Turner stabilizes - fighting out of a tight blocking earmuff to bounce thudding lefts off Tailor's ribs/rights off blonde head, gradually beating off a series of early attacks. Squirting out to the side, Sophie using her legs to lope the ring as Courtney’s stalking, unable to close against her rangy foe as she’s forced to bank points off that one big shot.
R2: Courtney trying to fight her way forward, bobbing in crossed-arm; hooking for Sophie's ribs. Turner able to lope away all leggy and lithe - often pushing-hands on Tailor's head or shoulders while sidestepping her. Close for two minutes, but down the stretch, Sophie separates by walking Courtney into the left uppercut; pivoting round right flank; jabbing her to create distance, then feeding her the hot right cross. Tailor blocking and bobbing, but unable to answer, curvy blonde girl striding all angry-butt to her corner, intense frown of concentration on her face.
R3: Shutout Sophie shows off her long legs/penetrating jab as redhead controls mid-ring. Loping, relaxed clockwise rotation; Turner keeping the jab on Tailor, blonde turning in earmuff, blocking poke. Sophie dropping tasty right crosses, punching Courtney's guard apart, exposing blonde face to follow-on jabs - classic one-two punching for challenger puts Queen in a box, out on the end of ginger fists.
R4: Courtney jabbing to Sophie’s chest—pre-empting and disrupting the redhead—allowing her to pounce into the jab, then countering with stamping straight rights. Turner IS penetrating, but it’s expensive—she’s getting nicked far more often than she should be, not showing enough respect for Tailor’s sturdy defences. Crowd-pleasing stuff as Sophie circles malevolently, curling in from angles with quick-release lead hooks or lead right hands: Courtney turning, sliding back a half-step to help absorb the blitz and answering on every occasion. Round up for grabs late when Tailor walks Turner into a stubby one-two to chin: as redhead’s stamping for balance; Queen reloads, steps in, punches two more poking right hands to Sophie’s jaw, completing the job of unhinging challenger’s knees. Turner’s misty eyes betray her to the judges: Tailor steals the round.
R5: Sophie circling to the left, pivoting around the left foot, locating Courtney with pesky jab. Tailor’s head movement not as abrupt and crisp, Turner able to put poke on eyebrows, tracking her foe as Courtney crouches, Sophie drilling a straight right—punching her blonde between the eyes, then bringing the mitt back quick: basic boxing 101 fundamentals serving the challenger well. Tailor’s penetrations quickly gobbled up as Turner clinches, tying up her stronger opponent, retreating into ropes for ref’s breaks. Courtney coming forward all round long, but it’s not effective aggression: Sophie boxes to extend her point lead.
R6: Jabs from Sophie met with rip-roaring rights and lefts from Courtney, Texan baring her teeth, swinging away. Turner backing up—obviously uncomfortable doing so: she’s not doing much to stem the tide of Tailor punches. Sticky, pounding blows, Courtney bouncing either fist off stubborn Turner tummy and ribs, Brit just stooping forward behind her mitts, grunting unhappily, taking punches, then clinching. Bell: no doubt about it, Turner’s buttocks are wobbling!.
R7: Courtney just so stubborn! She's coming forward yet again - same measured pace: Sophie looking slightly unnerved as Turner keeps mounting steady pressure. Courtney's chopping punches continue as she knocks her way in behind the jab, then hacks at her challenger. Sophie now being struck cleanly along her jawlines, smote across her breasts, dug up along her waist. Tailor in close, dips her right shoulder and chips short, six-inch right uppercuts, mopping up with hooks: Turner getting pasted in the exchanges, starts to unravel. Minute and a half in, Sophie staggers away from punishment - mouth open, eyes bleak: she's wobbly-butt, disheveled. Courtney quickens her stepping pace a smidge - walking Turner down, chopping a short right to jaw, then picking her up jagged, short left uppercuts 2 and 3 at a time. Sophie flabbergasted at Courtney's constant leather: blonde stays on her, hounding her prey. Ropes: Turner sitting in cables, legs in wide A-frame, torso bent forward as she tries to slip incoming: Tailor looming atop her, teeth bared as she chops, hacks, chips, scrubs away and SOPHIE GOES DOWN! Exhausted redhead drops to hands and knees, panting - she beats the count, but Courtney's smiling huge, hopping on the spot jugs a-jumpin’. Tailor gets close, chops away lefts and rights with that economical, elbows-in stroke: she's finally getting volume on Turner as challenger goes defensive. Hammer-drop right hands in close, Courtney leaning in to get 'em short - cleanly placing 'em over Sophie's low left.
R8: Sophie regaining her composure during the interval, waiting on Courtney, sliding back a little from her, then fitting her for uppercuts as blonde barrels in. Tailor gobbling sturdy, taking Turner's punch - but challenger's placing good right uppies to chin, scoring and pivoting-left. Courtney misfiring - anxious to sweep Sophie out of there: Texan wider and looser with her blows while Brit's using her legs and head. Turner still cautious, but occasionally stepping in one-twos to punch at Tailor's face. Pretty girl smirks after scoring such touches, loving Courtney's frustration.
R9: Sophie working robustly to midsection, Courtney’s knees buckle, she topples to her left as redhead straightens up, launches a series of hooks to body and head as blonde unravels. Tailor stumbling in a clockwise reel - finally punched to her knees under Turner's long, lashing hooks: challenger pounds mitts together, jogs to neutral corner as Courtney gasps open mouthed on her haunches. Tailor up at 8, digging in at apron: Turner upon her quickly. Sophie squaring away, going to work: back to the midsection and ribs, hobbling Courtney with a terrible, sustained snatching attack. Turner patiently works flank&hip with either hand in repeat fashion, often resting the off-hand atop Tailor's bowed head. This is one girl processing another, Sophie supreme in her stance, body and limbs humming, glutes tick-tocking in time to the slugging. Bell: COurtney's blinking back tears, hugging her body; Turner looks her over for signs of quit, shaking her head en route to Foxfire corner at Queen's refusal to bend the knee.
R10: Jen Garner clear in the Foxfirecorner: “You’ve got this, don’t give her a chance, don’t engage, just walk your way to a title.” Sophie hard-eyed: she steps to midring, assumes immediate command with a harsh, spearing poke. Minute of jabbing/pivoting has Courtney defensive, uncertain: Turner starts pouring in the long right hands. Gorgeous, lean, penetrative strokes pound in, blasting back Tailor's face off her gloves. Blonde legs tested and retested, Courtney punched into glassy-eyed stupor here as Sophie guns for chin. Turner putting her back into it - can't get Tailor out of there: challenger eases back on the throttle down the stretch, going back to the jab. Courtney swinging wild from her hips, Sophie weaving and slipping...but she gets clipped! Right hand caroms off Turner's left temple, legs give a shimmy, sending her knock-kneed to ropes. TAILOR'S ALL IN! Courtney desperately hurt, but she's got Sophie hurt and goes all jungle-cat on her. Brutal, raw slugging: palming and shoving Turner upright, then sweeping fat clout to those gorgeous cheekbones. Sophie 's head batted about - she's sliding to her left along ropes, trying to rally.
Sophie summoning her last reserves: she squares away wide, twisting that long body side to side to pull the final punches onto wilting Courtney. Tailor catching the odd head-swivelling clout, but SHE'S punching-with - working side to side with groggy haymakers, occasionally making contact. It's slow, but heavy handed - girls just brawling away on one patch of canvas, pulllllling single rights and lefts across and SOPHIE GETS CAUGHT! OH what a right hand, Courtney bending to her left with a swinging looper from behind her right thigh, JUST beating Tuner to the punch. Sophie's right sails, then she's tottering back on her heels, then she's DOWN! Turner stumbling to her back - starfished - blubbering in shock - head lolling side to side. Tailor staggers to neutral corner, crying - both arms hugging top rope to keep herself up. IT'S OVER FOR SOPHIE! Turner's chest shuddering with emotion - head moving, but arms and legs still flattened against canvas - she can't get off her back! KO10 in the final seconds, as Courtney Tailor is STILL Queen of the Ice Hotel!
After: Both beauties actually have steam coming off their bodies from exertion, Courtney heaving herself off the turnbuckle, backpedaling drunkenly before tripping over as still-supine Sophie and falling to a seat on the canvas. Victor and vanquished’s breath coming in huge, sobbing gasps, tears starting to freeze on their cheeks as they cool down. Tailor lurching into a roll to straddle, gloved hands slipping to send her sprawling atop the beaten Turner. Courtney’s breasts are on Sophie’s face, but she doesn’t have the energy left to press them into a smother, just weakly batting the slowly stirring would-be Queen with them as Tailor struggles to rise. Courtney finally slips off to the side, winding up on HER back next to Sophie, weakly waving in the attendants to cart the redhead who came SO close to taking the title this evening!