Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jun 25, 2022 0:15:00 GMT -6
Priyanka Chopra vs. Naomi Scott
(Hawkeye International vs. Hawkeye International)
(29-19, 29 KOs vs. 22-9, 22 KOs)
Results: Lookout; Story: Hawkeye
BEFORE: The Princess of the Ice Hotel is ready to return to less snowbound environs in a special Hawkeye International showcase. With Naomi slumping at bantam after a blistering start, which included claiming the unified bantam titles, Big Choppy’s ready to claim the top spot in the divisional roll call at the Consortium.
“I was five out of six prior to my Icy run in the tournament, so don’t make it like my emergence is all about that. And the kid’s struggling. HISC knows I can become champion. They’re giving me a chance to prove I’m the one they should push. I’m not going to let this opportunity slip by.”
Chopra holds up her balled fists and gives each a smooch in succession for the photogs.
“I know better than anyone not to sell Naomi short,” Priyanka adds, “If I do, I’ll end up on my back. But mark my words. She’s going to be hurting when this match is done.”
Naomi shakes her head with smirk firmly planted as she passes Priyanka on the way to the pre-match dais.
“Choppy helped me immensely when I started, but there’s a reason why I made it to the pinnacle and she’s never been top five. The woman can hit your ‘off switch’. No doubt. But if you play her. Outwork her. She’ll get antsy. She’ll make a mistake.”
Chopra stews in her own juices, snarling at the younger woman’s comments.
“And no. You don’t need to tell me I’ve lost five of six starting with when I lost my title. And no. You don’t have to tell me people are jumping off the bandwagon after me losing to Natalie Lind. Heck. The fact this match got made shows confidence is waning at HISC. Tonight. I get it back and THEY get it back.”
Naomi ceding the Consortium colors of black-n-gold to her stablemate, reverting to tried and true Princess Jasmine-inspired red halter and bikini, both fringed in gold. Boots and pads are black with dark hair pulled back in a battle pony.
Turns out neither woman will claim the yellow-gold of Hawkeye International, Priyanka instead entering in a glittering gold one-piece swimsuit with black pads and boots rather than the goldenrod of the cracker giant. Choppy’s long ebony locks are likewise in a fightin’ ponytail.
The women share a chilly tap of the gloves mid-ring and retreat to their corners to await the bell.
R1: Both women are out of their corners quickly, realizing this match is not only key for placement on the bantam ladder but for the attention of Consortium matchmakers. The hotter commodity is more aggressive early, Big Choppy getting after a more careful Naomi and it’s paying dividends. Priyanka gets big on Scott early, bullying her teammate around the ring. It’s an early display of why Chopra is charging up the rankings. She’s got serviceable technique, but her aggressiveness and pop are confounding Naomi. Priyanka’s connecting regularly to the body and Scott can only attempt to counter. It’s a ragged show throughout as Choppy chases and finds her target more often than not. Late, Naomi gathers and prevents a shutout with some jabs that meet the mark on the ever-pressing Priyanka, but Chopra takes the initial round wide with force and fury.
R2: Scott’s late arrival to the dance initiates. Working her way into the intrastable tussle, Scott meets a charging Choppy and blisters a lightning combination to Chopra’s chin to make certain Priyanka understands this will be a fight. A slight stagger from Chopra after the dual impacts and Naomi seems to relax. She’s fluid, greased grace and the roles are reversed. Priyanka is off-balance as Naomi is lightning out of a bottle and Chopra is having trouble keeping up. Scott lays leather to Choppy’s face with flashing left pokes and right crosses on the follow that have the Indian pugilist seemingly confused. Chopra takes advantage of brief moments in close quarters, but Naomi’s running the show now, Scott staying supple, dodging Priyanka’s big but wild throws and retaliating in frustrating fashion with battering blows that accumulate quickly. It’s a wide win for Scott who evens things up and lets the HISC suits know this one is going a while.
R3: Both exotic brunettes have a taste of success and danger and the stakes of running the division of a top organization move both fighters into contemplation. Choppy pulls in the reins on her headhunting and this slows Naomi’s countering craftiness. The fight takes on the tone of a tense chess match, both women protecting their queen. Scott’s getting the better of the exchanges, her two for one output keep the points ka-chinging into the bank, her jabs bopping Choppy’s nose on a regular basis. Priyanka takes her meal of leather to work angles and cut off space and, when she manages, she’s effective, pounding at the body of the agile Englishwoman. But when Naomi’s finding room to roam, she keeps the pace of the pik-peks to nose and chin at a frequency that gets her a close third round and her first lead.
R4: Choppy gets a talking to in her corner. Having a gameplan is well and good but she’s a ‘force of nature’ fighter and needs to show it. The words apparently find purchase as Priyanka ups her ante, bullying with her body, keeping Scott in corners where she thumps away with blows to the torso. Naomi gulps hard from the bruising breadbasket shots and clinches Chopra tight. It’s a mistake with the brawny Choppy, as Priyanka uses the opportunity to chug tight rights and lefts into ribs and side-rack. Scott flinches with each, her eyes narrowing in discomfort as the close quarters blasting continues until the ref acts as cavalry, separating the fighters. Naomi connects with jabs as she dances momentarily out of reach, but Priyanka is a bull and Naomi wearing red. She sends a right over the top of another flicking thrust from Scott and connects cleanly, Naomi shuddering and hopping to the left to keep her balance. She tries to retreat out of trouble, but a rocking left to the temple cuts off Naomi’s route. Scott covers, cringes and absorbs to the bell, looking shopworn, Priyanka taking a wide winner and reclaiming the pole position.
R5: Priyanka’s not about to backslide and she’s after a reticent Scott. Naomi’s on her bicycle, her losing skid and Chopra’s belligerence combining to put her on her back foot. Choppy’s chasing, holding her swings until she gets in range but firing immediately when reaching that point. She’s cracking lefts into Naomi’s navel to slow Scott’s mobility when Naomi times a gorgeous right-handed bomb to Priyanka’s jaw AND CHOPRA’S HURT. Naomi’s adrenaline is delivered in copious amounts as Scott ravages the gurgling Priyanka, Chopra’s anxiety-filled eyes battered by lightning leather from both directions. It’s a storm from Naomi and the thunder finally comes in the form of an uppercut right to the chin that snaps Priyanka’s head and tuns her usually sturdy bronzed legs to ‘off’ as PRIYANKA CRUMPLES TO THE CANVAS!
With Chopra pooled on her haunches at Naomi’s feet, Scott takes an extra ‘buh-bye’ shot to the temple, turning Choppy to Floppy, Priyanka ending on a hip and shoulder. The official escorts Naomi away, chastising her for the tardy tally, then returns to a stirring Chopra. The man picks up the count at ‘FIVE’ and makes it to ‘EIGHT’ before a blinking Priyanka is approaching something akin to verticality. The ref checks and calls the match back to order and IN GOES NAOMI! Scott’s pounding away on Chopra, Choppy in full defense mode but failing to keep Scott off. The official seems ready to stop things when the bell saves Priyanka. A hungry Naomi pulls a final right, not wanting to risk a penalty. She hovers, scowling at Chopra. “You aren’t taking my spot!”
R6: Only so much can be done during the break to put Humpty Choppy back together again and Scott’s out like a shot for the sixth. What proceeds is a bantam blueprint, Naomi’s flinging leather determined to end any discussion on who the Consortium’s alpha in this division and it’s a showcase against a punch-drunk Priyanka. Chopra’s keeping her defenses high but she’s a stationary target and Naomi’s taking belly and breasts by the bucket. The groaning from Chopra from shot after shot is guttural and gruesome. Priyanka leans against the ropes for support as the onslaught from the Brit continues up the ladder, Scott pounding through and around the fence of forearms Chopra’s lifted into place. Doubled from the attack to her midriff, Choppy’s chin is perfectly placed for some uppercut bombs and Naomi sends a couple up the shaft, whiplashing Priyanka’s noggin, rubberizing Chopra’s stems but not putting Priyanka on the deck. The official demands Priyanka fight back and she throws a couple cursory throws that glance off shoulders to appease him, but this is a big ole shutout in Naomi’s ledger and Priyanka trudges unsteadily back to her corner, looking like death warmed over.
R7: Thank goodness for small favors for Choppy as a spent Scott emerges for Round 7. She kitchen sink-ed Priyanka in the previous and approaches with seemingly leaden arms in this stanza. Not that Chopra has much to bring back at Naomi. But the lack of a hailstorm from the Brit leaves Priyanka room for competitive. She catches Scott with a left to the rack that has Scott’s modest assets jumping and follows with a right that jerks Naomi’s head in the opposite direction. Scott absorbs. She’s chastened into a tactical recovery if not retreat. Using her legs more than arms, Naomi seems set on consolidation before a final push to the end. She’s working Choppy but not effectively. There’s less sting in the jabs and Priyanka is stepping through them to pound to the body, the body, the body. It’s enough to put Priyanka back on the board with a close win and a steadying of the ship with three scheduled stanzas remaining.
R8: It’s been a war between the stablemates with no quarter given. A reenergized Naomi is quick off her stool to put a stamp on her resurgence. She meets Priyanka a couple steps from her corner and lays into the startled Choppy, connecting with a blistering right. Scott shoves Chopra into her own corner for another lightning storm, leading with a payback left that gets Choppy’s jugs jumping. Before Naomi can follow with the right, Priyanka beats her to it with a buggywhip of a right cross that sends spittle and sweat flying. Naomi staggers into a backpedal and Chopra leaps after with a left cross to the temple and a right to the jaw and NAOMI TIMBERS TO THE CANVAS. On her back, Scott stares blankly at the rafters, all four limbs spread in a starfish. Big Choppy hovers, shouting “SEE THAT!”
The ref ushers her back several steps and returns to find Scott seated, dark eyes blinking wide. Robotically, Naomi rises on instinct alone and responds the same when the man asks if she can continue after the standing eight.
He dutifully motions Priyanka back to the fight, Chopra seemingly disagreeing with the ref’s decision. But she doesn’t hesitate when a rubbery Naomi waves Choppy forward. Priyanka bullies an unsteady Scott to the ropes and avails herself of the all-you-can-eat buffet, taking body and braincase until a slumping Naomi’s arms fall to her side and the official jumps between, waving off the fight, PRIYANKA TAKING THE WIN WITH A TKO8.
AFTER: The apologizing official escorts a languid Naomi to her corner, carefully placing the semiconscious Scott on her stool next to an entering Dove.
Priyanka pumps a fist toward her own seconds, a supportive Mishy moving through the ropes to give her stablemate a warm embrace. “I’m so proud of you. Enjoy this.”
“I am and I will,” comes the emotional reply from Big Choppy.
“Now go check on your girl,” Williams advises.
Chopra disengages, nodding. She strides to Scott and sweeps some sweat-matted ebony strands off her victim’s forehead.
“Great fight, Nay-Nay. You’re going to be back on top in no time.”
Scott nods. “Don’t worry about me. Go celebrate.”
Choppy takes the advice and, after a final stroke of Naomi’s noggin, heads for the jubilation in the opposite corner, her position at the top of HISC’s bantam totem secured.
(Hawkeye International vs. Hawkeye International)
(29-19, 29 KOs vs. 22-9, 22 KOs)
Results: Lookout; Story: Hawkeye
BEFORE: The Princess of the Ice Hotel is ready to return to less snowbound environs in a special Hawkeye International showcase. With Naomi slumping at bantam after a blistering start, which included claiming the unified bantam titles, Big Choppy’s ready to claim the top spot in the divisional roll call at the Consortium.
“I was five out of six prior to my Icy run in the tournament, so don’t make it like my emergence is all about that. And the kid’s struggling. HISC knows I can become champion. They’re giving me a chance to prove I’m the one they should push. I’m not going to let this opportunity slip by.”
Chopra holds up her balled fists and gives each a smooch in succession for the photogs.
“I know better than anyone not to sell Naomi short,” Priyanka adds, “If I do, I’ll end up on my back. But mark my words. She’s going to be hurting when this match is done.”
Naomi shakes her head with smirk firmly planted as she passes Priyanka on the way to the pre-match dais.
“Choppy helped me immensely when I started, but there’s a reason why I made it to the pinnacle and she’s never been top five. The woman can hit your ‘off switch’. No doubt. But if you play her. Outwork her. She’ll get antsy. She’ll make a mistake.”
Chopra stews in her own juices, snarling at the younger woman’s comments.
“And no. You don’t need to tell me I’ve lost five of six starting with when I lost my title. And no. You don’t have to tell me people are jumping off the bandwagon after me losing to Natalie Lind. Heck. The fact this match got made shows confidence is waning at HISC. Tonight. I get it back and THEY get it back.”
Naomi ceding the Consortium colors of black-n-gold to her stablemate, reverting to tried and true Princess Jasmine-inspired red halter and bikini, both fringed in gold. Boots and pads are black with dark hair pulled back in a battle pony.
Turns out neither woman will claim the yellow-gold of Hawkeye International, Priyanka instead entering in a glittering gold one-piece swimsuit with black pads and boots rather than the goldenrod of the cracker giant. Choppy’s long ebony locks are likewise in a fightin’ ponytail.
The women share a chilly tap of the gloves mid-ring and retreat to their corners to await the bell.
R1: Both women are out of their corners quickly, realizing this match is not only key for placement on the bantam ladder but for the attention of Consortium matchmakers. The hotter commodity is more aggressive early, Big Choppy getting after a more careful Naomi and it’s paying dividends. Priyanka gets big on Scott early, bullying her teammate around the ring. It’s an early display of why Chopra is charging up the rankings. She’s got serviceable technique, but her aggressiveness and pop are confounding Naomi. Priyanka’s connecting regularly to the body and Scott can only attempt to counter. It’s a ragged show throughout as Choppy chases and finds her target more often than not. Late, Naomi gathers and prevents a shutout with some jabs that meet the mark on the ever-pressing Priyanka, but Chopra takes the initial round wide with force and fury.
R2: Scott’s late arrival to the dance initiates. Working her way into the intrastable tussle, Scott meets a charging Choppy and blisters a lightning combination to Chopra’s chin to make certain Priyanka understands this will be a fight. A slight stagger from Chopra after the dual impacts and Naomi seems to relax. She’s fluid, greased grace and the roles are reversed. Priyanka is off-balance as Naomi is lightning out of a bottle and Chopra is having trouble keeping up. Scott lays leather to Choppy’s face with flashing left pokes and right crosses on the follow that have the Indian pugilist seemingly confused. Chopra takes advantage of brief moments in close quarters, but Naomi’s running the show now, Scott staying supple, dodging Priyanka’s big but wild throws and retaliating in frustrating fashion with battering blows that accumulate quickly. It’s a wide win for Scott who evens things up and lets the HISC suits know this one is going a while.
R3: Both exotic brunettes have a taste of success and danger and the stakes of running the division of a top organization move both fighters into contemplation. Choppy pulls in the reins on her headhunting and this slows Naomi’s countering craftiness. The fight takes on the tone of a tense chess match, both women protecting their queen. Scott’s getting the better of the exchanges, her two for one output keep the points ka-chinging into the bank, her jabs bopping Choppy’s nose on a regular basis. Priyanka takes her meal of leather to work angles and cut off space and, when she manages, she’s effective, pounding at the body of the agile Englishwoman. But when Naomi’s finding room to roam, she keeps the pace of the pik-peks to nose and chin at a frequency that gets her a close third round and her first lead.
R4: Choppy gets a talking to in her corner. Having a gameplan is well and good but she’s a ‘force of nature’ fighter and needs to show it. The words apparently find purchase as Priyanka ups her ante, bullying with her body, keeping Scott in corners where she thumps away with blows to the torso. Naomi gulps hard from the bruising breadbasket shots and clinches Chopra tight. It’s a mistake with the brawny Choppy, as Priyanka uses the opportunity to chug tight rights and lefts into ribs and side-rack. Scott flinches with each, her eyes narrowing in discomfort as the close quarters blasting continues until the ref acts as cavalry, separating the fighters. Naomi connects with jabs as she dances momentarily out of reach, but Priyanka is a bull and Naomi wearing red. She sends a right over the top of another flicking thrust from Scott and connects cleanly, Naomi shuddering and hopping to the left to keep her balance. She tries to retreat out of trouble, but a rocking left to the temple cuts off Naomi’s route. Scott covers, cringes and absorbs to the bell, looking shopworn, Priyanka taking a wide winner and reclaiming the pole position.
R5: Priyanka’s not about to backslide and she’s after a reticent Scott. Naomi’s on her bicycle, her losing skid and Chopra’s belligerence combining to put her on her back foot. Choppy’s chasing, holding her swings until she gets in range but firing immediately when reaching that point. She’s cracking lefts into Naomi’s navel to slow Scott’s mobility when Naomi times a gorgeous right-handed bomb to Priyanka’s jaw AND CHOPRA’S HURT. Naomi’s adrenaline is delivered in copious amounts as Scott ravages the gurgling Priyanka, Chopra’s anxiety-filled eyes battered by lightning leather from both directions. It’s a storm from Naomi and the thunder finally comes in the form of an uppercut right to the chin that snaps Priyanka’s head and tuns her usually sturdy bronzed legs to ‘off’ as PRIYANKA CRUMPLES TO THE CANVAS!
With Chopra pooled on her haunches at Naomi’s feet, Scott takes an extra ‘buh-bye’ shot to the temple, turning Choppy to Floppy, Priyanka ending on a hip and shoulder. The official escorts Naomi away, chastising her for the tardy tally, then returns to a stirring Chopra. The man picks up the count at ‘FIVE’ and makes it to ‘EIGHT’ before a blinking Priyanka is approaching something akin to verticality. The ref checks and calls the match back to order and IN GOES NAOMI! Scott’s pounding away on Chopra, Choppy in full defense mode but failing to keep Scott off. The official seems ready to stop things when the bell saves Priyanka. A hungry Naomi pulls a final right, not wanting to risk a penalty. She hovers, scowling at Chopra. “You aren’t taking my spot!”
R6: Only so much can be done during the break to put Humpty Choppy back together again and Scott’s out like a shot for the sixth. What proceeds is a bantam blueprint, Naomi’s flinging leather determined to end any discussion on who the Consortium’s alpha in this division and it’s a showcase against a punch-drunk Priyanka. Chopra’s keeping her defenses high but she’s a stationary target and Naomi’s taking belly and breasts by the bucket. The groaning from Chopra from shot after shot is guttural and gruesome. Priyanka leans against the ropes for support as the onslaught from the Brit continues up the ladder, Scott pounding through and around the fence of forearms Chopra’s lifted into place. Doubled from the attack to her midriff, Choppy’s chin is perfectly placed for some uppercut bombs and Naomi sends a couple up the shaft, whiplashing Priyanka’s noggin, rubberizing Chopra’s stems but not putting Priyanka on the deck. The official demands Priyanka fight back and she throws a couple cursory throws that glance off shoulders to appease him, but this is a big ole shutout in Naomi’s ledger and Priyanka trudges unsteadily back to her corner, looking like death warmed over.
R7: Thank goodness for small favors for Choppy as a spent Scott emerges for Round 7. She kitchen sink-ed Priyanka in the previous and approaches with seemingly leaden arms in this stanza. Not that Chopra has much to bring back at Naomi. But the lack of a hailstorm from the Brit leaves Priyanka room for competitive. She catches Scott with a left to the rack that has Scott’s modest assets jumping and follows with a right that jerks Naomi’s head in the opposite direction. Scott absorbs. She’s chastened into a tactical recovery if not retreat. Using her legs more than arms, Naomi seems set on consolidation before a final push to the end. She’s working Choppy but not effectively. There’s less sting in the jabs and Priyanka is stepping through them to pound to the body, the body, the body. It’s enough to put Priyanka back on the board with a close win and a steadying of the ship with three scheduled stanzas remaining.
R8: It’s been a war between the stablemates with no quarter given. A reenergized Naomi is quick off her stool to put a stamp on her resurgence. She meets Priyanka a couple steps from her corner and lays into the startled Choppy, connecting with a blistering right. Scott shoves Chopra into her own corner for another lightning storm, leading with a payback left that gets Choppy’s jugs jumping. Before Naomi can follow with the right, Priyanka beats her to it with a buggywhip of a right cross that sends spittle and sweat flying. Naomi staggers into a backpedal and Chopra leaps after with a left cross to the temple and a right to the jaw and NAOMI TIMBERS TO THE CANVAS. On her back, Scott stares blankly at the rafters, all four limbs spread in a starfish. Big Choppy hovers, shouting “SEE THAT!”
The ref ushers her back several steps and returns to find Scott seated, dark eyes blinking wide. Robotically, Naomi rises on instinct alone and responds the same when the man asks if she can continue after the standing eight.
He dutifully motions Priyanka back to the fight, Chopra seemingly disagreeing with the ref’s decision. But she doesn’t hesitate when a rubbery Naomi waves Choppy forward. Priyanka bullies an unsteady Scott to the ropes and avails herself of the all-you-can-eat buffet, taking body and braincase until a slumping Naomi’s arms fall to her side and the official jumps between, waving off the fight, PRIYANKA TAKING THE WIN WITH A TKO8.
AFTER: The apologizing official escorts a languid Naomi to her corner, carefully placing the semiconscious Scott on her stool next to an entering Dove.
Priyanka pumps a fist toward her own seconds, a supportive Mishy moving through the ropes to give her stablemate a warm embrace. “I’m so proud of you. Enjoy this.”
“I am and I will,” comes the emotional reply from Big Choppy.
“Now go check on your girl,” Williams advises.
Chopra disengages, nodding. She strides to Scott and sweeps some sweat-matted ebony strands off her victim’s forehead.
“Great fight, Nay-Nay. You’re going to be back on top in no time.”
Scott nods. “Don’t worry about me. Go celebrate.”
Choppy takes the advice and, after a final stroke of Naomi’s noggin, heads for the jubilation in the opposite corner, her position at the top of HISC’s bantam totem secured.
