Kelsey Merritt vs Sophie Turner
Apr 25, 2022 19:59:35 GMT -6
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Post by oddmanout on Apr 25, 2022 19:59:35 GMT -6
Kelsey Merritt
vs Sophie Turner
Before: Sophie the gatekeeper for one of the best lightweight championship runs of recent memory, Kelsey an immense underdog against one of the hottest Tiffanies in the league. Turner admitting, “It’s getting to the point where Mary has to give me a title shot, and I have to be sharp for that. This is going to be just another warmup, more of a jumped up sparring session than a real fight!”
"If she wants to look past me, I say be my guest," Kelsey grins. "I know she wants Mary - but to say I'm sparring fodder is just a big mistake. You guys don't think I can hurt Sophie, but I will: I'll beat this girl up. Don't blink fellahs - don't blink."
Ringposts in sand setup. Kelsey in vivid teal bra style bikini, white gloves hair loose and wild; Sophie in black&white lineded halter top, black gloves, blonde hair back in a pony.
R1: Sophie economical, sliding around in strong, wide stance, pounding jabs, dipping and hooking off 'em to dig at Kelsey's midsection and breasts. Merritt sidestepping, jabbing at Turner's tummy, looking to come in on angles: brunette curving in, negotiating Sophie's stern poke to rip combos at closer ranges. Nip-tuck action - both women scoring and defending well: down the stretch, Kelsey lights it up. Merritt in a tightly closed stance, hooks tummy off the front foot; shifts weight to back foot to roll the hook up top - Turner's chin checked. Sophie covering up earmuff, stepping in fence post holes: Kelsey tears at her body a wide right roundhouse, then another pair of hooks ticketed for the breasts. Turner reaches to clinch, badly shaken at the bell.
R2: Sophie regroups, sticks with fundamentals to manage Kelsey midring. Merritt looking to penetrate, running into Turner's withering jab: smarting poke repels brunette again and again. Sophie stepping in off the jab, dipping her left shoulder and gouging hooks to Kelsey's 'plexus and jugs: Filipina forced onto her heels and Turner starts to take sand. Two minute mark, shelling jabs have Merritt crossing her arms, bobbing to slip: Sophie leans in a clanging right to chin, startling her brunette.
R3: Sophie creeping around flat-footed, bending at the waist, dangling the left hand but lifting it up to paw her jab. Kelsey wants to press, but she’s taking Turner’s right hand too flush in the midriff when she comes straight in, trying to improvise a solution on the spot. Sophie stepping counterclockwise, pawing the jab, pawing the jab, leans in suddenly, dropping a glorious right cross against Kelsey’s chin, swiveling the brunette’s head and MERRITT GOES DOWN! Kelsey caught staring, dropped to her back in a thunderclap--Sophie lifts her mitts, stomping to a neutral corner all full of herself as ragged Filipina struggles up off her butt. Merritt frazzled, shaking her pretty head to clear it: Turner smirking, batting gloves together as she wades back in to finish. KELSEY WON’T HAVE IT! Merritt lowering her head and brawling off the ropes--she labels Turner a walking barrage of swinging lefts and rights, slugging her heart out to deny Sophie a finishing run. Meat and potatoes fighting here--girls operating a close range, plying each other with clubbing, shortened up strokes. Gentle counterclockwise rotation as natural slugging action moves women around--both just focused on getting off, keeping elbows in tight, keeping hands up. Brisk, meaty spank sounding out--both girls touching the body, then going to the head--both giving and taking at workmanlike pace. Kelsey getting hit more and more better shots now--her nose is bloodied from repeated little right uppercuts inside, but all the bodywork’s taking the KO edge off Sophie’s punching. After the bell, Turner’s eyes brimming with how-dare-you tears and SHE CLOCKS MERRITT LATE! Kelsey half turning away, hands down when Sophie’s hook claps her in the face--ref jumping in as girls start to brawl in overtime.
R4: Sophie grinning cruelly, batting her mitts together with a big-girl “Thump”, then bouncing over to clean up what’s left of Kelsey. Merritt pawing her jab, retreating warily, weight on right foot and she LIGHTS TURNER UP the counter right uppercut! Kelsey sees her opening, clips chin tidy, Turner’s turn to stamp around in fence post holes as brunette goes over to offence. THUDDING rights and lefts swung almost straight-arm against Sophie’s sturdy chassis--batting assault drives blonde to ropes, slumps her in the strands as Kelsey walks Turner down and beats at her. Sophie goes to clinch, Kelsey lowers her head and palms shoulders to push blonde into ropes, refusing to be bogged, down, keeps working. Thudding rights and lefts pump into Sophie breadbasket, propelled by Kelsey’s hips as she twists side to side. Merritt strong to the bell, but easing up just a tad--putting her body on Turner and crushing her into ropes: she’s gained enough experience to see Brit’s not ready to go yet, doesn’t want to punch herself out in the fourth.
R5; Grim battle of attrition continues as Sophie stabilize her front, meeting Kelsey midring and refusing to be packed into ropes. Merritt pushing her head in between Turner’s mitts, fighting off blonde’s chest: Kelsey feeling relatively safe as long as Sophie can’t extend on punches. Turner testing the theory by tightening up very nicely on shots at close range--girls occasionally going mouth-on-shoulder with each other and Brit giving every bit as good as she’s getting. Merritt’s snap-snatching hook the darling of her offense--when she lashes it to Turner’s paunch, ribs or jaw, it hurts. Sophie’s best work getting done by a short clipping right uppercut--especially whenever Kelsey leans in on her’s left shoulder: blonde just picking her foe’s face up at will. Turner also taking Merritt’s breath away with as much forearm as glove. Bell: Sophie tries another cheap, late right hand, just missing as Kelsey leans back--ref has to body a seething brunette back to enforce the break.
R6: Sophie DENIED! Resilient Kelsey digs down, answering a brutal round of punishment with stubborn determination. She jabs Turner to a standstill--the women glaring at each other over no-man’s land between them, right hands protecting left cheeks. Merritt hooks Sophie tight-to-jug while hopping forward, then clinches--tieing blonde up and smothering the receipt, Kelsey rough on the inside--warned for butting Turner and shoulder-bumping her. Sophie giving ground as Kelsey takes sand from her foe. Hard work shoulder to shoulder--both girls just leaning in and letting lands go underneath--both come up for air long enough to clout overhanging jaws short, clubbing shots in close. Fight takes on a grueling, plodding air of give-and-take, Merritt getting out the points, making defiant eye-contact at the bell.
R7: Kelsey jabs, muscles in mouth on shoulder, starts shrugging short rights and lets into Sophie’s rack to back her blonde to ropes. Turner snuggling up herself--she answers back in kind, swapping meanspirited swat back and forth as girls spend a solid minute punishing offending bodies. Merritt the first to shake off belly-hypnosis, startling Sophie with a short right uppercut. Turner back on her heels, momentarily frazzled, Merritt steps to the right foot forward, gets a hesitation left uppercut off the right leg, glorious head-torquing impact sends Sophie reeling to the ropes eyelashes a-flutter, brunette stepping-with and slugging: big right hands off the left foot; big left hands off the right foot; Turner’s head on a swivel as she slides groggily along the ropes. SOPHIE GOES DOWN! Furious, flat-footed onslaught finally gets Turner off her feet--she’s stretched out parallel to the ropes, hands above her head, mouth working eyes closed and SHE’S OUT! KO7 as Kelsey Merritt bags a major trophy for her mantle
After: Massive Upset! Kelsey keeping it close, keeping it competitive, and making her bones in epic fashion on the sand!
vs Sophie Turner
Before: Sophie the gatekeeper for one of the best lightweight championship runs of recent memory, Kelsey an immense underdog against one of the hottest Tiffanies in the league. Turner admitting, “It’s getting to the point where Mary has to give me a title shot, and I have to be sharp for that. This is going to be just another warmup, more of a jumped up sparring session than a real fight!”
"If she wants to look past me, I say be my guest," Kelsey grins. "I know she wants Mary - but to say I'm sparring fodder is just a big mistake. You guys don't think I can hurt Sophie, but I will: I'll beat this girl up. Don't blink fellahs - don't blink."
Ringposts in sand setup. Kelsey in vivid teal bra style bikini, white gloves hair loose and wild; Sophie in black&white lineded halter top, black gloves, blonde hair back in a pony.
R1: Sophie economical, sliding around in strong, wide stance, pounding jabs, dipping and hooking off 'em to dig at Kelsey's midsection and breasts. Merritt sidestepping, jabbing at Turner's tummy, looking to come in on angles: brunette curving in, negotiating Sophie's stern poke to rip combos at closer ranges. Nip-tuck action - both women scoring and defending well: down the stretch, Kelsey lights it up. Merritt in a tightly closed stance, hooks tummy off the front foot; shifts weight to back foot to roll the hook up top - Turner's chin checked. Sophie covering up earmuff, stepping in fence post holes: Kelsey tears at her body a wide right roundhouse, then another pair of hooks ticketed for the breasts. Turner reaches to clinch, badly shaken at the bell.
R2: Sophie regroups, sticks with fundamentals to manage Kelsey midring. Merritt looking to penetrate, running into Turner's withering jab: smarting poke repels brunette again and again. Sophie stepping in off the jab, dipping her left shoulder and gouging hooks to Kelsey's 'plexus and jugs: Filipina forced onto her heels and Turner starts to take sand. Two minute mark, shelling jabs have Merritt crossing her arms, bobbing to slip: Sophie leans in a clanging right to chin, startling her brunette.
R3: Sophie creeping around flat-footed, bending at the waist, dangling the left hand but lifting it up to paw her jab. Kelsey wants to press, but she’s taking Turner’s right hand too flush in the midriff when she comes straight in, trying to improvise a solution on the spot. Sophie stepping counterclockwise, pawing the jab, pawing the jab, leans in suddenly, dropping a glorious right cross against Kelsey’s chin, swiveling the brunette’s head and MERRITT GOES DOWN! Kelsey caught staring, dropped to her back in a thunderclap--Sophie lifts her mitts, stomping to a neutral corner all full of herself as ragged Filipina struggles up off her butt. Merritt frazzled, shaking her pretty head to clear it: Turner smirking, batting gloves together as she wades back in to finish. KELSEY WON’T HAVE IT! Merritt lowering her head and brawling off the ropes--she labels Turner a walking barrage of swinging lefts and rights, slugging her heart out to deny Sophie a finishing run. Meat and potatoes fighting here--girls operating a close range, plying each other with clubbing, shortened up strokes. Gentle counterclockwise rotation as natural slugging action moves women around--both just focused on getting off, keeping elbows in tight, keeping hands up. Brisk, meaty spank sounding out--both girls touching the body, then going to the head--both giving and taking at workmanlike pace. Kelsey getting hit more and more better shots now--her nose is bloodied from repeated little right uppercuts inside, but all the bodywork’s taking the KO edge off Sophie’s punching. After the bell, Turner’s eyes brimming with how-dare-you tears and SHE CLOCKS MERRITT LATE! Kelsey half turning away, hands down when Sophie’s hook claps her in the face--ref jumping in as girls start to brawl in overtime.
R4: Sophie grinning cruelly, batting her mitts together with a big-girl “Thump”, then bouncing over to clean up what’s left of Kelsey. Merritt pawing her jab, retreating warily, weight on right foot and she LIGHTS TURNER UP the counter right uppercut! Kelsey sees her opening, clips chin tidy, Turner’s turn to stamp around in fence post holes as brunette goes over to offence. THUDDING rights and lefts swung almost straight-arm against Sophie’s sturdy chassis--batting assault drives blonde to ropes, slumps her in the strands as Kelsey walks Turner down and beats at her. Sophie goes to clinch, Kelsey lowers her head and palms shoulders to push blonde into ropes, refusing to be bogged, down, keeps working. Thudding rights and lefts pump into Sophie breadbasket, propelled by Kelsey’s hips as she twists side to side. Merritt strong to the bell, but easing up just a tad--putting her body on Turner and crushing her into ropes: she’s gained enough experience to see Brit’s not ready to go yet, doesn’t want to punch herself out in the fourth.
R5; Grim battle of attrition continues as Sophie stabilize her front, meeting Kelsey midring and refusing to be packed into ropes. Merritt pushing her head in between Turner’s mitts, fighting off blonde’s chest: Kelsey feeling relatively safe as long as Sophie can’t extend on punches. Turner testing the theory by tightening up very nicely on shots at close range--girls occasionally going mouth-on-shoulder with each other and Brit giving every bit as good as she’s getting. Merritt’s snap-snatching hook the darling of her offense--when she lashes it to Turner’s paunch, ribs or jaw, it hurts. Sophie’s best work getting done by a short clipping right uppercut--especially whenever Kelsey leans in on her’s left shoulder: blonde just picking her foe’s face up at will. Turner also taking Merritt’s breath away with as much forearm as glove. Bell: Sophie tries another cheap, late right hand, just missing as Kelsey leans back--ref has to body a seething brunette back to enforce the break.
R6: Sophie DENIED! Resilient Kelsey digs down, answering a brutal round of punishment with stubborn determination. She jabs Turner to a standstill--the women glaring at each other over no-man’s land between them, right hands protecting left cheeks. Merritt hooks Sophie tight-to-jug while hopping forward, then clinches--tieing blonde up and smothering the receipt, Kelsey rough on the inside--warned for butting Turner and shoulder-bumping her. Sophie giving ground as Kelsey takes sand from her foe. Hard work shoulder to shoulder--both girls just leaning in and letting lands go underneath--both come up for air long enough to clout overhanging jaws short, clubbing shots in close. Fight takes on a grueling, plodding air of give-and-take, Merritt getting out the points, making defiant eye-contact at the bell.
R7: Kelsey jabs, muscles in mouth on shoulder, starts shrugging short rights and lets into Sophie’s rack to back her blonde to ropes. Turner snuggling up herself--she answers back in kind, swapping meanspirited swat back and forth as girls spend a solid minute punishing offending bodies. Merritt the first to shake off belly-hypnosis, startling Sophie with a short right uppercut. Turner back on her heels, momentarily frazzled, Merritt steps to the right foot forward, gets a hesitation left uppercut off the right leg, glorious head-torquing impact sends Sophie reeling to the ropes eyelashes a-flutter, brunette stepping-with and slugging: big right hands off the left foot; big left hands off the right foot; Turner’s head on a swivel as she slides groggily along the ropes. SOPHIE GOES DOWN! Furious, flat-footed onslaught finally gets Turner off her feet--she’s stretched out parallel to the ropes, hands above her head, mouth working eyes closed and SHE’S OUT! KO7 as Kelsey Merritt bags a major trophy for her mantle
After: Massive Upset! Kelsey keeping it close, keeping it competitive, and making her bones in epic fashion on the sand!