Naomi Scott versus Demi Rose (Bantamweight Title)
Aug 28, 2021 3:16:37 GMT -6
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Naomi Scott vs
Demi Rose (Bantamweight title).
Before: A title fight is big enough, but there’s so much more on the line for both these fighters. Demi is poised to set the brunette and bantamweight records for beach wins. But the mountain she has to climb to get there is an order of magnitude higher than the current record holders had to summit. In December of 2006, Rachel McAdams defended the Bantamweight Title for the fifth time against Jewell Kilcher. Since then, no bantam has managed that feat until Naomi Scott managed it last month. In any stable OTHER than HISC, this would be a milestone. As it is, the third longest bantamweight title reign in FCBA history, is the fourth longest reign for HISC, and hasn’t even managed to outshine Mishy’s second best run as flyweight champion. So much pressure on two fighters who still only have 52 fights between them.
Champ isn’t cocky enough to tackle Demi on sand, full ring set up for this title fight. Naomi entering in a toned-down Princess Jasmine outfit, disrobing down to a red halter bra and bikini bottoms, with a red sarong down her hips. Black gloves and shoes with her hair back in a battle bun to complete her beach ensemble. Demi disdaining a robe, entering in her gold title-fight microbikini, white gloves and black shoes, hair hanging loose all the way to her butt.
R1: Mishy Williams bum-rush has Naomi crowding Demi early, fighting inside, but fighting smart. Rose up against the ropes, hunkered over, Scott crouched off that right shoulder, using her legs to jam a curling right hand to the pit of the belly, or jerking little right uppercut at smothering range. Minute of tough mugging at the ropes sees Demi touched up plenty, Naomi backs off to open up the ring. Rose coming forward, bobbing and weaving, crossing her arms to walk Scott down, Champ fading back, batting the backhand jab, juking side to side, potshotting her oncoming nemesis. Down the stretch, Naomi more or less flat footed, but controlling distance nicely—she’s got Demi reaching with punches, coming up short, and whistling right hand counter over the hook has challenger stepping in fence post holes at the bell.
R2: Demi gets the jump—working off Naomi’s chest, bobbing inside to buck with her shoulders and snap off left/rights to the midriff. Scott grunting with the solid contact, but she keeps her cool rolls with punches at close range and blunts a lot of the incoming with shifty upperbody movement. By the middle minute, Naomi’s legs are back in control—she’s got Demi turning midring, eating the jab, frustrated as she tries to close the gap. Once again, Rose getting out over her feet, Scott able to time the hook-drop a chopping right hand over the top, puts her wobbly butt at the break.
R3: Naomi gritting her teeth, legging to the right, feinting, then bending into that smoking right—she’s looking to walk Demi into crosses or uppercuts. Rose moving her head very well, slips shots, gets in underneath and she is BANGING that breadbasket. By the second minute—Scott’s stacked up against the ropes, hands up around Demi’s ears, mouth open as Champ just tries to tie up, Rose pounds away at the prize. Demi fighting through the clinch, using her head, shoulders and elbows to push up on Naomi and lever her back, open her up, then pounding away to the body with a relentless clubbing churn. Demi grinning, nodding fiercely at the bell—Scott slumped, achy.
R4: Naomi weight on her front foot midring, chopping the lead right, fading back to swat the left hook—Demi bobbing and weaving as she darers the punches, once again forcing the fight to ropes. Similar thumping stuff from Rose pushes and bumps setting up withering hooks in Scott’s ribs, arm, hip and waist; tucking right hands up underneath. Naomi better at working the pocket this round, blocking in her earmuff, then leaning back into ropes to clip uppercuts or swat hooks. Scott cupping Rose’s ears, pulling down the challenger’s head, moving her torso more, slipping some of Demi’s work while collecting chin checks with tidy swatting counters. Scott constantly reaching for Rose’s head and pulling her into sweaty clinches: Demi pushing at Naomi’s hips; yanking her arms to free up punching room in a claustrophobic fourth.
R5: Demi pressing in, but slowing: she’s getting tagged the sneaky lead right hand from the screen; she’s eating the right uppercut, and Naomi’s putting a tidy hook on top with sickening accuracy. Scott relaxed, right hand stacked atop her left as she leans forward or back, moving her torso on flat feet, punching into Rose, then tieing her up. Demi put wobbly butt, pushed off; she stubbornly wades on in, but isn’t getting off. Naomi pre-empting, then clinching, holding and hitting for good measure, smothering and cuddling Rose in a smoldering, sultry fifth. Carlson up on the apron at the bell, screaming at the ref to do something about Scott’s constant holding and hitting.
R6: Demi’s shakes off the hurt, bobs and weaves her way in close, then has Naomi suffering from jerking left uppercuts to the breadbasket, hacking right hands to the hip, short left hooks to the chin in close. Scott laying in with her shoulder, unable to get off—she’s looking sullen, shopworn. By the middle minute, she’s lounging on the ropes, draping herself on Rose, trying to bog the little dynamo down, but challenger with feet wide, starts to turn up the volume. Final minute Naomi numb, bending forward as she sits on the ropes, elbows protecting her battered rib cage as Demi reefs away with cudgeling lefts and rights. Dreadful bombardment unhooks Scott’s sarong—crowd roars at the bell as Champ stands dazed, swaying, skirt around her ankles as Demi prances away all smiles.
R7: Naomi sans sarong sits down into the ropes, motions Demi on in, challenger gladly obliges as she has Champ fighting the wrong fight. Scott playing it coy on the ropes, right hand at her cheek, left across her body, trying to put her cheek on either side of Rose’s head, trying to slip and roll with punches, challenger with head rough under Naomi’s chin, hands loose and low at her stomach—she’s bumping and pushing with her head and shoulders, snapping punches into body between the hips. Halfway through, Scott gets something going. Turning her torso to put her left shoulder into Rose, Naomi is able to sling tough right hands to the pit of the stomach, startling Demi and putting the ex-JMD-champ on her heels. Scott punching her way off the ropes, shouldering Rose back, banging her to the body, adding the cuffing hook up top and DEMI IS DOWN! Rose glassy-eyed through her eight, Scott crowds in off that right shoulder, tight, curling right hands to the belly and chin, cuffing left hooks, bumping shoulder work, Demi hits the far ropes in swoon as Naomi steals an important round! Bell sounds to save an exhausted Rose, she’s busted up around the right eye, staggers back to her corner concerned for the first time in the fight.
R8: Demi coming forward challenging Naomi’s legs, backpedalling, turning at the ropes, stopping and potshotting with stinging lead rights, then bailing—but challenger’s relentless. Rose gobbling flush right hands off her face, grinning back and shouting for more—she’s getting outboxed this round, but shaking off the punishment and putting insane pressure on Scott’s legs and psychology this round.
R9: Demi wades in: she's too far behind to do anything else. Naomi reaches for her, guides her into clinch, cuffs her righty while riding the left arm across Rose's upperback. Demi squirming, fitting her left hand snug to paunch while riding the right arm around Scott’s lower back: brutal cuddle-punching going on as desperate challenger slugs away. Squirming stuff, Naomi groaning as she reaches in under Demi's arms, sloughs her off, then swipes the hook while leaning back into ropes. Rose glassy-eyed, falling in with her overhand right, then digging away with both arms pumping to belly as Scott ties up around the head. Ref issuing breaks, pushing Demi back: challenger mindlessly plodding back in, frequently eating a right hand on the face as Naomi pre-empts her off the ropes before laying back to accept the pressure. Agonizing to watch - both girls ruining each other here, using each other up. Late the round, Rose digs a stout hook to Scott’s waist, then doubles it into ringing left uppercut. Naomi rocks back into ropes, then slumps forward as Demi slops a right hand to left ear. Rose stays with the right, curling it up and under to take Scott in the breasts: leaning her back into ropes all puffy-eyed and exhausted. Demi crouches low, knuckles pushing on Naomi's tummy, then EXPLODES up, straightening and hooking titanic to chin. Head swivel Scott, she slumps deadweight against ropes, head lolling forward, then DOWN SHE GOES! Naomi out cold, splashes belly down, asleep at Demi's feet! KO9 in dramatic fashion, for the winner and NEW Bantamweight champion, Demi Freaking Rose!
After: Naomi being revived, choking back tears, but applauding as Demi's name is announced, the new champion in the barely-there bikini bouncing to her corner and hugging and kissing her crew, takes the time to console a devastated Scott in the aftermath of a very close contest. "She took it from me," says a shaky Naomi, "fair and square. She's a lot harder to hit than people were saying, and when I did catch her, she just walked through me. I wanted to beat her so bad...maybe I wanted it too bad." Chin and legs the difference – Demi Rose fashioning an upset win with sheer willpower and no-frills execution. Presentation of the belts: here’s the money shot, Demi with the Paramount title belt hoisted high, head thrown back, tears visbly streaming down her cheeks.
Demi Rose (Bantamweight title).
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Before: A title fight is big enough, but there’s so much more on the line for both these fighters. Demi is poised to set the brunette and bantamweight records for beach wins. But the mountain she has to climb to get there is an order of magnitude higher than the current record holders had to summit. In December of 2006, Rachel McAdams defended the Bantamweight Title for the fifth time against Jewell Kilcher. Since then, no bantam has managed that feat until Naomi Scott managed it last month. In any stable OTHER than HISC, this would be a milestone. As it is, the third longest bantamweight title reign in FCBA history, is the fourth longest reign for HISC, and hasn’t even managed to outshine Mishy’s second best run as flyweight champion. So much pressure on two fighters who still only have 52 fights between them.
Champ isn’t cocky enough to tackle Demi on sand, full ring set up for this title fight. Naomi entering in a toned-down Princess Jasmine outfit, disrobing down to a red halter bra and bikini bottoms, with a red sarong down her hips. Black gloves and shoes with her hair back in a battle bun to complete her beach ensemble. Demi disdaining a robe, entering in her gold title-fight microbikini, white gloves and black shoes, hair hanging loose all the way to her butt.
R1: Mishy Williams bum-rush has Naomi crowding Demi early, fighting inside, but fighting smart. Rose up against the ropes, hunkered over, Scott crouched off that right shoulder, using her legs to jam a curling right hand to the pit of the belly, or jerking little right uppercut at smothering range. Minute of tough mugging at the ropes sees Demi touched up plenty, Naomi backs off to open up the ring. Rose coming forward, bobbing and weaving, crossing her arms to walk Scott down, Champ fading back, batting the backhand jab, juking side to side, potshotting her oncoming nemesis. Down the stretch, Naomi more or less flat footed, but controlling distance nicely—she’s got Demi reaching with punches, coming up short, and whistling right hand counter over the hook has challenger stepping in fence post holes at the bell.
R2: Demi gets the jump—working off Naomi’s chest, bobbing inside to buck with her shoulders and snap off left/rights to the midriff. Scott grunting with the solid contact, but she keeps her cool rolls with punches at close range and blunts a lot of the incoming with shifty upperbody movement. By the middle minute, Naomi’s legs are back in control—she’s got Demi turning midring, eating the jab, frustrated as she tries to close the gap. Once again, Rose getting out over her feet, Scott able to time the hook-drop a chopping right hand over the top, puts her wobbly butt at the break.
R3: Naomi gritting her teeth, legging to the right, feinting, then bending into that smoking right—she’s looking to walk Demi into crosses or uppercuts. Rose moving her head very well, slips shots, gets in underneath and she is BANGING that breadbasket. By the second minute—Scott’s stacked up against the ropes, hands up around Demi’s ears, mouth open as Champ just tries to tie up, Rose pounds away at the prize. Demi fighting through the clinch, using her head, shoulders and elbows to push up on Naomi and lever her back, open her up, then pounding away to the body with a relentless clubbing churn. Demi grinning, nodding fiercely at the bell—Scott slumped, achy.
R4: Naomi weight on her front foot midring, chopping the lead right, fading back to swat the left hook—Demi bobbing and weaving as she darers the punches, once again forcing the fight to ropes. Similar thumping stuff from Rose pushes and bumps setting up withering hooks in Scott’s ribs, arm, hip and waist; tucking right hands up underneath. Naomi better at working the pocket this round, blocking in her earmuff, then leaning back into ropes to clip uppercuts or swat hooks. Scott cupping Rose’s ears, pulling down the challenger’s head, moving her torso more, slipping some of Demi’s work while collecting chin checks with tidy swatting counters. Scott constantly reaching for Rose’s head and pulling her into sweaty clinches: Demi pushing at Naomi’s hips; yanking her arms to free up punching room in a claustrophobic fourth.
R5: Demi pressing in, but slowing: she’s getting tagged the sneaky lead right hand from the screen; she’s eating the right uppercut, and Naomi’s putting a tidy hook on top with sickening accuracy. Scott relaxed, right hand stacked atop her left as she leans forward or back, moving her torso on flat feet, punching into Rose, then tieing her up. Demi put wobbly butt, pushed off; she stubbornly wades on in, but isn’t getting off. Naomi pre-empting, then clinching, holding and hitting for good measure, smothering and cuddling Rose in a smoldering, sultry fifth. Carlson up on the apron at the bell, screaming at the ref to do something about Scott’s constant holding and hitting.
R6: Demi’s shakes off the hurt, bobs and weaves her way in close, then has Naomi suffering from jerking left uppercuts to the breadbasket, hacking right hands to the hip, short left hooks to the chin in close. Scott laying in with her shoulder, unable to get off—she’s looking sullen, shopworn. By the middle minute, she’s lounging on the ropes, draping herself on Rose, trying to bog the little dynamo down, but challenger with feet wide, starts to turn up the volume. Final minute Naomi numb, bending forward as she sits on the ropes, elbows protecting her battered rib cage as Demi reefs away with cudgeling lefts and rights. Dreadful bombardment unhooks Scott’s sarong—crowd roars at the bell as Champ stands dazed, swaying, skirt around her ankles as Demi prances away all smiles.
R7: Naomi sans sarong sits down into the ropes, motions Demi on in, challenger gladly obliges as she has Champ fighting the wrong fight. Scott playing it coy on the ropes, right hand at her cheek, left across her body, trying to put her cheek on either side of Rose’s head, trying to slip and roll with punches, challenger with head rough under Naomi’s chin, hands loose and low at her stomach—she’s bumping and pushing with her head and shoulders, snapping punches into body between the hips. Halfway through, Scott gets something going. Turning her torso to put her left shoulder into Rose, Naomi is able to sling tough right hands to the pit of the stomach, startling Demi and putting the ex-JMD-champ on her heels. Scott punching her way off the ropes, shouldering Rose back, banging her to the body, adding the cuffing hook up top and DEMI IS DOWN! Rose glassy-eyed through her eight, Scott crowds in off that right shoulder, tight, curling right hands to the belly and chin, cuffing left hooks, bumping shoulder work, Demi hits the far ropes in swoon as Naomi steals an important round! Bell sounds to save an exhausted Rose, she’s busted up around the right eye, staggers back to her corner concerned for the first time in the fight.
R8: Demi coming forward challenging Naomi’s legs, backpedalling, turning at the ropes, stopping and potshotting with stinging lead rights, then bailing—but challenger’s relentless. Rose gobbling flush right hands off her face, grinning back and shouting for more—she’s getting outboxed this round, but shaking off the punishment and putting insane pressure on Scott’s legs and psychology this round.
R9: Demi wades in: she's too far behind to do anything else. Naomi reaches for her, guides her into clinch, cuffs her righty while riding the left arm across Rose's upperback. Demi squirming, fitting her left hand snug to paunch while riding the right arm around Scott’s lower back: brutal cuddle-punching going on as desperate challenger slugs away. Squirming stuff, Naomi groaning as she reaches in under Demi's arms, sloughs her off, then swipes the hook while leaning back into ropes. Rose glassy-eyed, falling in with her overhand right, then digging away with both arms pumping to belly as Scott ties up around the head. Ref issuing breaks, pushing Demi back: challenger mindlessly plodding back in, frequently eating a right hand on the face as Naomi pre-empts her off the ropes before laying back to accept the pressure. Agonizing to watch - both girls ruining each other here, using each other up. Late the round, Rose digs a stout hook to Scott’s waist, then doubles it into ringing left uppercut. Naomi rocks back into ropes, then slumps forward as Demi slops a right hand to left ear. Rose stays with the right, curling it up and under to take Scott in the breasts: leaning her back into ropes all puffy-eyed and exhausted. Demi crouches low, knuckles pushing on Naomi's tummy, then EXPLODES up, straightening and hooking titanic to chin. Head swivel Scott, she slumps deadweight against ropes, head lolling forward, then DOWN SHE GOES! Naomi out cold, splashes belly down, asleep at Demi's feet! KO9 in dramatic fashion, for the winner and NEW Bantamweight champion, Demi Freaking Rose!
After: Naomi being revived, choking back tears, but applauding as Demi's name is announced, the new champion in the barely-there bikini bouncing to her corner and hugging and kissing her crew, takes the time to console a devastated Scott in the aftermath of a very close contest. "She took it from me," says a shaky Naomi, "fair and square. She's a lot harder to hit than people were saying, and when I did catch her, she just walked through me. I wanted to beat her so bad...maybe I wanted it too bad." Chin and legs the difference – Demi Rose fashioning an upset win with sheer willpower and no-frills execution. Presentation of the belts: here’s the money shot, Demi with the Paramount title belt hoisted high, head thrown back, tears visbly streaming down her cheeks.
