Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 29, 2022 22:54:27 GMT -6
Taylor Swift versus
Kelsey Meritt (Mistress of the Body Saddle 2)
Before: “I won’t make that mistake again,” Taylor says in prefight—addressing hard questions concerning the first fight in the series. “Kelsey Merritt is no Jenner, and even if she were—I’m in twice the shape I was for that last fight. You have to understand—it’s hard to maintain peak physical conditioning 100% of the time—you’re going to have let downs and good fighters can take advantage of that. I’m confident that I’ve done everything I need to do to prepare for Kelsey. I will definitely be handling her business tonight.”
“Taylor struggles against girls with lower centers of gravity,” Kelsey shrugs, as though stating a law of physics. “We know what works, I’m going to bull in on her get underneath her and uproot her. I’m going to stay on her chest and take her breath away just like last time, and I’m going to build on that. Swifty has flaws in her game, and she’s never given us much in the way of trouble.”
Kelsey in green high-waisted bikini, hair back in a battle bun; black gloves. Swift wears a black sports bra and matching trunks with white gloves for the fight,
R1: Kelsey dashes out hard, nails Taylor with 2 right hands in quick succession to put blonde butt on the turnbuckle. Merritt digging to the breadbasket with churning shoulder action, then coming up to wallop tits, check chin and SWIFT IS HURT! First minute and Taylor already looking to clinch, Kelsey just brawling her back into the corner, ladling on the hurt. Merritt with her legs set strong, piling Swift up, making her feel the weight, then working in bursts between the hips and up and down that famously gorgeous torso. Late in the round, girls trade right hands to the body, left hands on the chin and Taylor nearly goes down, eyes wide and stupid as Kelsey snarls, banking a blatant right hand insurance shot to the belly after the bell.
R2: Kelseyy taking the fight to Taylor’s corner, quickly gets herself wrapped and spun, then worked over bell to bell by a very efficient, hard punching blonde this round. Body and head, Swift banging that belly then doubling up the left hand to pop up Merritt’s head--it’s a punishing way to get back into the fight. Kelsey bloodied in the nose, worked over in the midsection, gets sent to her room without dinner as Tylor doesn’t try to disguise the smirk.
R3: Taylor getting shoulder to shoulder with Kelsey, fight gets slower, more deliberate as the girls rotate tightly midring. Both cuffing each other with hooks, then leaning in close to smother the receipts--lots of sweaty pushing and turning as the girls look to free up room for a dig. Swift busier, takes back to back rounds for the first time this series, Merritt shaking her head after the bell, reminding herself of the keys to victory.
R4: Hardest two way fighting of the night, both girls feeling like they’ve got the other right where she wants her. Kelsey having moments when she can hound Taylor ropeside, rake the jaw short right hands. Swift spearing Merritt with that ramrod jab, stepping to the right and rifling right hands over challenger’s left shoulder. Heart stopping give and take in the first half, Taylor blocks a swinging Kelsey right, puts counter right uppercut tidy on chin and MERRITT GOES DOWN! Kelsey shook, hurt, sinks to one knee, Taylor banks another cuffing left on the temple to punctuate the matter and earn a stern rebuke from the ref. Merritt up at 8, but legs looks buttery. Swift ups the tempo, feeding off the hurt in Kelsey’s eyes. Merritt’s form dissolving as her chin soaks up the sock—she’s winging more, turning up to square up on a shifty Swift and catching her a looping right, taking advantage, slipping under the wide shot, riveting a short, gouging left to the ribs—Kelsey’s legs starting to buckle as Queen tags body and chin at will.
R5: Single haymakers are shaking both women to the body--Kelsey with low-slung right up into the tummy—Taylor with a prepping jab to chest and a step in hook to the ribs. Agonizing stuff—shimmering slick bodies embracing, then parting, each looking to find the off switch on the other. Final minute, girls get to hooking and MERRITT REELS BACK! Kelsey with eyelashes fluttering, gets the worst of a torrid trade in lefts, Taylor hopping forward with an overhand right that just brushes lips as challenger hits the ropes. Kelsey slouching, lifting her mitts to her face, just riding it out AND SWIFT UNLEASHES! Taylor pinning her ears back, gambling on a finishing burst and she’s LIGHTING KELSEY UP! Gorgeous, soul-sucking rights and lefts up underneath, getting Merritt’s ribs under her elbows, sitting her hurt in the ropes. Body work loosens Kelsey up, Taylor standing up in her stirrups, lugging punches up and in, then bodying back to clout that face. Rich, stroking lefts and rights, Merritt just star-struck, leaning back against the ropes, hands at her chest, head being swiveled to and fro and MELTS TO THE CANVAS! Kelsey all used up, swooning to her face and chest, Taylor shows why she’s Queen and forces a rubber match on the beach with the KO5!
After: Kelsey's ribcage pink now, will be plum later: it's very sensitive to the touch. Taylor doesn't care, pointing and directing the saddle-mount operation: Fates employees strapping and cinching challenger in are obliged to work on the bruised areas. Merritt grimacing, biting back shouts of pain as she's trussed up: Swift standing there arms crossed, eyes triumphant as girls buckle Kelsey up. Taylor finally mounting, kneeling into Merritt's back, Blake Lively and RHW standing around, clapping. Taylor urges Kelsey forward, but not too fast: blonde cooing to Merritt "Slow, baby, slow it down - atta girl." Blubbering Kelsey straining forward into the shoulder straps, legs rigid under the hated weight of Romijn, stepping heavily in circuit about the ring.
Round and round they go at a sensuous pace, Taylor keeping CT at a walk - whenever Kelsey looks weak-kneed and ready to go, the flanking Fates girls support her, extending the ride. Goes on and on, until finally, Merritt can't even be propped up - she collapses in stages to canvas - Taylor stepping free of the wreckage and straightening out her bottoms, then posing with her foot on Kelsey’s upraised posterior, yelling out “See you on the beach!”
Kelsey Meritt (Mistress of the Body Saddle 2)
Before: “I won’t make that mistake again,” Taylor says in prefight—addressing hard questions concerning the first fight in the series. “Kelsey Merritt is no Jenner, and even if she were—I’m in twice the shape I was for that last fight. You have to understand—it’s hard to maintain peak physical conditioning 100% of the time—you’re going to have let downs and good fighters can take advantage of that. I’m confident that I’ve done everything I need to do to prepare for Kelsey. I will definitely be handling her business tonight.”
“Taylor struggles against girls with lower centers of gravity,” Kelsey shrugs, as though stating a law of physics. “We know what works, I’m going to bull in on her get underneath her and uproot her. I’m going to stay on her chest and take her breath away just like last time, and I’m going to build on that. Swifty has flaws in her game, and she’s never given us much in the way of trouble.”
Kelsey in green high-waisted bikini, hair back in a battle bun; black gloves. Swift wears a black sports bra and matching trunks with white gloves for the fight,
R1: Kelsey dashes out hard, nails Taylor with 2 right hands in quick succession to put blonde butt on the turnbuckle. Merritt digging to the breadbasket with churning shoulder action, then coming up to wallop tits, check chin and SWIFT IS HURT! First minute and Taylor already looking to clinch, Kelsey just brawling her back into the corner, ladling on the hurt. Merritt with her legs set strong, piling Swift up, making her feel the weight, then working in bursts between the hips and up and down that famously gorgeous torso. Late in the round, girls trade right hands to the body, left hands on the chin and Taylor nearly goes down, eyes wide and stupid as Kelsey snarls, banking a blatant right hand insurance shot to the belly after the bell.
R2: Kelseyy taking the fight to Taylor’s corner, quickly gets herself wrapped and spun, then worked over bell to bell by a very efficient, hard punching blonde this round. Body and head, Swift banging that belly then doubling up the left hand to pop up Merritt’s head--it’s a punishing way to get back into the fight. Kelsey bloodied in the nose, worked over in the midsection, gets sent to her room without dinner as Tylor doesn’t try to disguise the smirk.
R3: Taylor getting shoulder to shoulder with Kelsey, fight gets slower, more deliberate as the girls rotate tightly midring. Both cuffing each other with hooks, then leaning in close to smother the receipts--lots of sweaty pushing and turning as the girls look to free up room for a dig. Swift busier, takes back to back rounds for the first time this series, Merritt shaking her head after the bell, reminding herself of the keys to victory.
R4: Hardest two way fighting of the night, both girls feeling like they’ve got the other right where she wants her. Kelsey having moments when she can hound Taylor ropeside, rake the jaw short right hands. Swift spearing Merritt with that ramrod jab, stepping to the right and rifling right hands over challenger’s left shoulder. Heart stopping give and take in the first half, Taylor blocks a swinging Kelsey right, puts counter right uppercut tidy on chin and MERRITT GOES DOWN! Kelsey shook, hurt, sinks to one knee, Taylor banks another cuffing left on the temple to punctuate the matter and earn a stern rebuke from the ref. Merritt up at 8, but legs looks buttery. Swift ups the tempo, feeding off the hurt in Kelsey’s eyes. Merritt’s form dissolving as her chin soaks up the sock—she’s winging more, turning up to square up on a shifty Swift and catching her a looping right, taking advantage, slipping under the wide shot, riveting a short, gouging left to the ribs—Kelsey’s legs starting to buckle as Queen tags body and chin at will.
R5: Single haymakers are shaking both women to the body--Kelsey with low-slung right up into the tummy—Taylor with a prepping jab to chest and a step in hook to the ribs. Agonizing stuff—shimmering slick bodies embracing, then parting, each looking to find the off switch on the other. Final minute, girls get to hooking and MERRITT REELS BACK! Kelsey with eyelashes fluttering, gets the worst of a torrid trade in lefts, Taylor hopping forward with an overhand right that just brushes lips as challenger hits the ropes. Kelsey slouching, lifting her mitts to her face, just riding it out AND SWIFT UNLEASHES! Taylor pinning her ears back, gambling on a finishing burst and she’s LIGHTING KELSEY UP! Gorgeous, soul-sucking rights and lefts up underneath, getting Merritt’s ribs under her elbows, sitting her hurt in the ropes. Body work loosens Kelsey up, Taylor standing up in her stirrups, lugging punches up and in, then bodying back to clout that face. Rich, stroking lefts and rights, Merritt just star-struck, leaning back against the ropes, hands at her chest, head being swiveled to and fro and MELTS TO THE CANVAS! Kelsey all used up, swooning to her face and chest, Taylor shows why she’s Queen and forces a rubber match on the beach with the KO5!
After: Kelsey's ribcage pink now, will be plum later: it's very sensitive to the touch. Taylor doesn't care, pointing and directing the saddle-mount operation: Fates employees strapping and cinching challenger in are obliged to work on the bruised areas. Merritt grimacing, biting back shouts of pain as she's trussed up: Swift standing there arms crossed, eyes triumphant as girls buckle Kelsey up. Taylor finally mounting, kneeling into Merritt's back, Blake Lively and RHW standing around, clapping. Taylor urges Kelsey forward, but not too fast: blonde cooing to Merritt "Slow, baby, slow it down - atta girl." Blubbering Kelsey straining forward into the shoulder straps, legs rigid under the hated weight of Romijn, stepping heavily in circuit about the ring.
Round and round they go at a sensuous pace, Taylor keeping CT at a walk - whenever Kelsey looks weak-kneed and ready to go, the flanking Fates girls support her, extending the ride. Goes on and on, until finally, Merritt can't even be propped up - she collapses in stages to canvas - Taylor stepping free of the wreckage and straightening out her bottoms, then posing with her foot on Kelsey’s upraised posterior, yelling out “See you on the beach!”
