AMD Title: Emma Watson vs Olivia Holt
Feb 13, 2022 22:51:13 GMT -6
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Post by oddmanout on Feb 13, 2022 22:51:13 GMT -6
Abs of Mass Destruction Title: Emma Watson
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vs Champion Olivia Holt
Results by Lookout!/Words by OddManOut
Before: It’s been two and a half years since Olivia first laid out Megan Fox on the sand, and in three more bouts the VIXEN flys only have two lost title belts to show for it. Jostling among the VIXEN ranks more intense than usual with the rise of Nell, and Emma’s loss to her in November makes this a fight she can’t afford to lose! “I’ll give Livvy a beating. It’s important to separate myself from the pack and get to ‘Nessa. Once I’ve laid her out in the snow, people will remember just who took our beloved champion’s LAST title away from her.”
Olivia also in a must-win situation. Since losing her second flyweight title, she’s been on a three loss slide that’s verging on six months without a win. “Opportunistic much? We’ve known since Tahnee and Hannah started that you can’t let a VIXEN get you down, or they’ll be merciless. Emma thinks she’s got me where she wants me. Emma’s wrong.”
Emma is first to enter through the double doors of the ballroom, walking in in a black, lacey bralette, white briefs and red tape on either fist. Her auburn hair flows down both shoulders, later tied into a neat ponytail once she enters the ring. Olivia entering wearing her signature black high-waisted bikini, black tape, hair shoulder-length and loose.
R1: Emma looking to box with Olivia early and it’s a mistake, Champ just too quick, hard hitting at this point. Trading midring, Holt beats Watson to the punch over and over again, always jumping away or to the side to avoid receipts while putting her mitts hard on the Brit’s ribs, breasts or face. Olivia inventive with combinations—she’ll shoot a lead right, feint the hook and come again with the straight right hand—she’ll feint high and go low, etc, Holt’s legs are her defense—she fights with her hands at her stomach, stooping forward and jumping in, then jumping out, Watson all shiny at the bell—virtual shutout Olivia.
R2: Emma closing up her stance, using more upper body movement to complicate things for Olivia. Holt slashing wide with both hands, missing over the top or flanking off Watson’s lead shoulder, but challenger clearly the aggressor, piling up more points as Olivia fades in retreat. Down the stretch, Emma pulls the trigger on some zesty lead rights, twisting into the cobra-strike blows, bashing mitt off tit and covering up again as Holt slugs back angrily, but ineffectively.
R3: Too fast, too strong, too young. Olivia comes out and paints Emma black and blue this round, licking her fists up and down the Brit’s besieged frame, then spinning off to keep Watson guessing. Attack coming from all points on the compass, Emma still composed on defense, not breaking down—but Olivia is bouncing HARD gut shots off the waist, and pushing straight 3 punch combos: 2 to the tits, 1 to the face, though the guard upstairs to send challenger reeling backwards. Watson starting to bust up—eyes are puffy—she’s sent back to her corner more than a little shopworn this round.
R4: EMMA NAILS A RIGHT HAND! Sudden, hammering cross over a lazy jab, Olivia staggering to her right, staring hurt, hands low as challenger hops-with and outs short clubbing blows on target. Holt hounded to ropes under a pelting barrage, but brazens out the punishment then starts to swing back--twisting and turning into slinging side to side mayhem and WATSON GETS HURT! Olivia with that supple, torquing delivery, whipping punches up off her thighs, claps Emma hard upside the head and once again turns the tide in a furious see-saw battle. Watson under siege, retreating, bouncing off ropes to spin around her girl, Holt brings bigger girl to heel with good boxing at angles, staying off Emma’s left shoulder to steal the round.
R4: Emma stepping right, gets a pulverizing lead right over Olivia’s shoulder, steps right, gets the same punch, steps right, gets it again as Champ just turns and soaks it up. Watson getting leggy, cruel smile as eyes never leave the target, just shearing in from angles, leading with that jagged step-in left uppercut, leading with pounding rights--all power shots. Midway through, Holt barely rolls with a right, leans back but gets caught a clapping hook as Emma hops forward, blonde spilling onto the strands, Watson tossing her hair, staring as Holt pulls herself together. Emma really working Olivia over at the ropes, getting hips and back into short, devastating hooks behind the elbow, crumpling Champ into the strands--blonde sobbing aloud, unable to release her own fists as Watson steps into her between shots, smothering receipts.
R6: Emma loading up and missing a looping right hand--dramatic punch carries her close inside, she leans back out and CATCHES OLIVIA PERFECTLY with a rising left hook! Holt wobbly butt yet again, eyes glassy as she stamps for balance, Watson steps-to and tries to end this thing with whistling hooks to the abs and crosses upstairs. Predictable stuff, Holt able to stand in the pocket, duck under the cross lean out over her back foot to evade hook--soon Emma’s over swinging and leaving herself open. Olivia’s clever mitts taking advantage--she’s the more compact, more accurate puncher and she starts fitting in cute straight rights, nasty hooks, pounding back. THERE GO WATSON’S LEGS! Emma caught a hook on her mouth, steps away, looks ok, the delayed reaction nearly pitches her onto her face. Watson does a wounded skip-hop to the ropes, covering up, Holt steps up and gets ROASTED to ribcage as challenger snapping, loud hooks on the right side. Both fighters hurt, worn out, leaning forward, soaking it up on her flank when it’s their turn to get off, finally reaching around to clinch and waltzing their way to the bell. During break, no way to tell who’s winning the shoot out, this is a dangerous fight for both flys.
R7: Olivia doubling up the jab, scooting forward—she’s getting on top of Emma, hounding her to ropes and landing some HELLACIOUS strokes to the ribs. Holt’s mitts bouncing off Watson’s body with wince-making thud, challenger covering up, then trying to scoot to her left along the ropes. Olivia coming in like a towheaded freight train—jabbing to fix position, then ringing up ribcage with savage, batting, strokes. Thrilling stuff, Holt’s pursuit-boxing glorious to behold—poor Watson reeling, just trying to find breathing room. Right hand crunches in between Emma’s guard as she’s stooping forward; left hook swings in underneath, sinking square to liver and drawing a sympathetic groan from the audience—WATSON GOES DOWN! Emma’s face screwed up in agony—she drops to her knees, then sprawls forward t forearms, buttocks raised as she tries to wriggle-out the pain. At “8”, She’s still down—she puts her forehead on canvas, legs numbs—unable to get off her knees. KO7 to the body by the winner and STILL AMD Champion, Olivia Holt!
After: FIVE! It’s unheard of for one fighter to so dominate a top-tier lineup! Olivia dragging a stumbling Emma out the doors, Brit still clutching her burning gut. Forcing her to her knees in the snow, Holt grabs Watson’s chin to make her look up. “I’ll say ‘Hi’ to ‘Nessa for you!” she declares before shoving Emma’s face against her own punishment-pinked abs. Rubbing and smearing Watson’s face over her torso, Holt tosses her back against the snow bank before accepting a fur coat as she heads back inside to watch the rest of the festivities!
vs Champion Olivia Holt
Results by Lookout!/Words by OddManOut
Before: It’s been two and a half years since Olivia first laid out Megan Fox on the sand, and in three more bouts the VIXEN flys only have two lost title belts to show for it. Jostling among the VIXEN ranks more intense than usual with the rise of Nell, and Emma’s loss to her in November makes this a fight she can’t afford to lose! “I’ll give Livvy a beating. It’s important to separate myself from the pack and get to ‘Nessa. Once I’ve laid her out in the snow, people will remember just who took our beloved champion’s LAST title away from her.”
Olivia also in a must-win situation. Since losing her second flyweight title, she’s been on a three loss slide that’s verging on six months without a win. “Opportunistic much? We’ve known since Tahnee and Hannah started that you can’t let a VIXEN get you down, or they’ll be merciless. Emma thinks she’s got me where she wants me. Emma’s wrong.”
Emma is first to enter through the double doors of the ballroom, walking in in a black, lacey bralette, white briefs and red tape on either fist. Her auburn hair flows down both shoulders, later tied into a neat ponytail once she enters the ring. Olivia entering wearing her signature black high-waisted bikini, black tape, hair shoulder-length and loose.
R1: Emma looking to box with Olivia early and it’s a mistake, Champ just too quick, hard hitting at this point. Trading midring, Holt beats Watson to the punch over and over again, always jumping away or to the side to avoid receipts while putting her mitts hard on the Brit’s ribs, breasts or face. Olivia inventive with combinations—she’ll shoot a lead right, feint the hook and come again with the straight right hand—she’ll feint high and go low, etc, Holt’s legs are her defense—she fights with her hands at her stomach, stooping forward and jumping in, then jumping out, Watson all shiny at the bell—virtual shutout Olivia.
R2: Emma closing up her stance, using more upper body movement to complicate things for Olivia. Holt slashing wide with both hands, missing over the top or flanking off Watson’s lead shoulder, but challenger clearly the aggressor, piling up more points as Olivia fades in retreat. Down the stretch, Emma pulls the trigger on some zesty lead rights, twisting into the cobra-strike blows, bashing mitt off tit and covering up again as Holt slugs back angrily, but ineffectively.
R3: Too fast, too strong, too young. Olivia comes out and paints Emma black and blue this round, licking her fists up and down the Brit’s besieged frame, then spinning off to keep Watson guessing. Attack coming from all points on the compass, Emma still composed on defense, not breaking down—but Olivia is bouncing HARD gut shots off the waist, and pushing straight 3 punch combos: 2 to the tits, 1 to the face, though the guard upstairs to send challenger reeling backwards. Watson starting to bust up—eyes are puffy—she’s sent back to her corner more than a little shopworn this round.
R4: EMMA NAILS A RIGHT HAND! Sudden, hammering cross over a lazy jab, Olivia staggering to her right, staring hurt, hands low as challenger hops-with and outs short clubbing blows on target. Holt hounded to ropes under a pelting barrage, but brazens out the punishment then starts to swing back--twisting and turning into slinging side to side mayhem and WATSON GETS HURT! Olivia with that supple, torquing delivery, whipping punches up off her thighs, claps Emma hard upside the head and once again turns the tide in a furious see-saw battle. Watson under siege, retreating, bouncing off ropes to spin around her girl, Holt brings bigger girl to heel with good boxing at angles, staying off Emma’s left shoulder to steal the round.
R4: Emma stepping right, gets a pulverizing lead right over Olivia’s shoulder, steps right, gets the same punch, steps right, gets it again as Champ just turns and soaks it up. Watson getting leggy, cruel smile as eyes never leave the target, just shearing in from angles, leading with that jagged step-in left uppercut, leading with pounding rights--all power shots. Midway through, Holt barely rolls with a right, leans back but gets caught a clapping hook as Emma hops forward, blonde spilling onto the strands, Watson tossing her hair, staring as Holt pulls herself together. Emma really working Olivia over at the ropes, getting hips and back into short, devastating hooks behind the elbow, crumpling Champ into the strands--blonde sobbing aloud, unable to release her own fists as Watson steps into her between shots, smothering receipts.
R6: Emma loading up and missing a looping right hand--dramatic punch carries her close inside, she leans back out and CATCHES OLIVIA PERFECTLY with a rising left hook! Holt wobbly butt yet again, eyes glassy as she stamps for balance, Watson steps-to and tries to end this thing with whistling hooks to the abs and crosses upstairs. Predictable stuff, Holt able to stand in the pocket, duck under the cross lean out over her back foot to evade hook--soon Emma’s over swinging and leaving herself open. Olivia’s clever mitts taking advantage--she’s the more compact, more accurate puncher and she starts fitting in cute straight rights, nasty hooks, pounding back. THERE GO WATSON’S LEGS! Emma caught a hook on her mouth, steps away, looks ok, the delayed reaction nearly pitches her onto her face. Watson does a wounded skip-hop to the ropes, covering up, Holt steps up and gets ROASTED to ribcage as challenger snapping, loud hooks on the right side. Both fighters hurt, worn out, leaning forward, soaking it up on her flank when it’s their turn to get off, finally reaching around to clinch and waltzing their way to the bell. During break, no way to tell who’s winning the shoot out, this is a dangerous fight for both flys.
R7: Olivia doubling up the jab, scooting forward—she’s getting on top of Emma, hounding her to ropes and landing some HELLACIOUS strokes to the ribs. Holt’s mitts bouncing off Watson’s body with wince-making thud, challenger covering up, then trying to scoot to her left along the ropes. Olivia coming in like a towheaded freight train—jabbing to fix position, then ringing up ribcage with savage, batting, strokes. Thrilling stuff, Holt’s pursuit-boxing glorious to behold—poor Watson reeling, just trying to find breathing room. Right hand crunches in between Emma’s guard as she’s stooping forward; left hook swings in underneath, sinking square to liver and drawing a sympathetic groan from the audience—WATSON GOES DOWN! Emma’s face screwed up in agony—she drops to her knees, then sprawls forward t forearms, buttocks raised as she tries to wriggle-out the pain. At “8”, She’s still down—she puts her forehead on canvas, legs numbs—unable to get off her knees. KO7 to the body by the winner and STILL AMD Champion, Olivia Holt!
After: FIVE! It’s unheard of for one fighter to so dominate a top-tier lineup! Olivia dragging a stumbling Emma out the doors, Brit still clutching her burning gut. Forcing her to her knees in the snow, Holt grabs Watson’s chin to make her look up. “I’ll say ‘Hi’ to ‘Nessa for you!” she declares before shoving Emma’s face against her own punishment-pinked abs. Rubbing and smearing Watson’s face over her torso, Holt tosses her back against the snow bank before accepting a fur coat as she heads back inside to watch the rest of the festivities!
