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Post by caspian2 on Feb 24, 2017 21:51:46 GMT
SIR: SIREN Song PPV
(All Results: Vassago, Words: Cas)
After their disastrous showing in the VIX/SIR crossover event last month, the Sirens were eager to prove themselves on home turf. Partly redemptive no doubt, the girls planning on using their Vixen-cardboard printouts for punching bags for a long time, evident from the venom in their words about wanting revenge once they get enough wins under their belts.
Once again, the match-card for the night:
1. Petra Nemcova vs Jennifer Lamiraqui (BBU) 2. Mathilde Goehler vs Federica Nargi (BBU) 3. Danielle Robertson vs Amy Willerton (BBU) 4. Hailey Clauson vs Toni Garrn (BBU) 5. Pia Miller vs Luisana Lopilato (VIX) 6. Melissa Satta vs Miriam Leone (Latin Union) 7. Clara Alonso vs Micaela Schaefer (Tech Europe) 8. Diana Korkunova vs Frankie Sandford (Double A Boxing)
Coming LIVE from Edinburgh city, we're kicking things off here at SIR: Siren Song!
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Post by caspian2 on Feb 24, 2017 21:53:30 GMT
1. Petra Nemcova vs Jennifer LamiraquiPetra:(37, 5’11, BBU Debut, SIRENs) Jennifer:(36, 5’9, 0:3 BBU, Free Agent) Before: Event kicks off with the de facto leader of the SIRENs locker room, Petra Nemcova, with her years of wisdom, making her dangerous opponent to deal with. Matching up against someone like Jennifer was strategic on her part, the Czech former SI-model wanting to make a splash and set an example for the rest of her stablemates to follow. Jennifer Lamiraqui no lame duck either, the French beauty’s age may be catching up to her, but she’s looking no less ravishing in her toned body and generous smile. In all honesty it’s a toss-up between the two due to Petra’s 2-inch tall advantage versus Jennifer’s slightly more seasoned time in the ring. Petra is in a striking yellow bikini and briefs, red gloves. Jennifer dressed more modestly in dark blue bra and panties, both ladies showing off their toned figures. Round 1: Bell rings and ladies get to work. Pundits, having reviewed both girls’ training videos, have nothing much else to go on in terms of predicting strategy and outcome, but Petra a surprising favourite, impressing due to her built and power. This shows up immediately with the blonde wracking bombs Jennifer’s guard, buffeting the French beauty about with authority. Jennifer looks out of her element here but she quickly adapts, wading out of the way with her speed and leaving Petra looking like the fool with her gloves hitting air. Jennifer grinning towards the end of the round, tagging her opponent’s defence with fast jabs, but they seem to irritate Petra more than hurt. Petra needs to find some way to land those big bombs if she wants to stay in this fight for the long haul. Round 2: Lamiraqui getting into a good rhythm now: jab jab at head then follow-up with a low blow that connects with Petra’s tummy on more than one occasion. The blonde looks more and more worried as the round unfurls, perhaps worry starting to creep in that she may not be making that intended splash. Petra switching to jabs of her own, but at this point too tired and too slow, slapping at Jennifer’s body, but the French model’s snappier jabs landing more often, again giving her the round at the bell. Petra cursing under her breath as she strides back to corner, frustrated at not having dominated her opponent as she had wanted to. But hey, she doesn’t look too banged up yet herself. Pundits still crossing their fingers, hoping that she can go far and wide not just in this match but in this career. Round 3: Jennifer’s smirk still stuck on her face - knows the fight is going her way and of course slight satisfaction at having disrupted her opponent’s debut celebratory fight. Lamiraqui sticking to the same strategy with her quick jabs to Petra’s face, but is surprised all of a sudden when Petra’s guard tightens and the blonde swats away her second jab, leaving her open for a right hook that CRASHES straight into her face! Jennifer stunned as the haymaker finally hits home, her body spins from the impact, only has split second to steady herself before Petra’s completely on her, huge hands alternate battering of forearms before going underneath with plundering right hands that chop her body in half! Jennifer looks completely outmatched in close quarters fighting, feeble jabs at her foe’s face leaving little to no effect as a furious Petra smells blood, smashes an uppercut into Jennifer’s face, sending her sprawling back to the canvas! KNOCKDOWN PETRA IN FINAL MINUTE!! Crowd roars as Petra strides around the ring, one fist raised to the crowd. Looks like her vision’s coming through after all. But hang on, referee’s still counting, and Jennifer is slowly rising! Fight’s not over, ladies and gentlemen, evident from scowl on Petra’s face as Jennifer makes it back to her feet at the count of 8. Referee tries to resume fight, but bell immediately rings after, leaving Petra in semi-charge stance. Jennifer must be thankful for that - she may be on two feet, but she’s swaying with the wind, hands still shaky from that knockdown. Can the French beauty recover in time for the next round? Round 4: Jennifer still on wobbly feet as she struggles to stand at the bell. Petra, however, no such trouble, and ON. SHE. COMES! Jennifer seems to have lost the ability to scamper - she stands rooted like a deer in headlights as Petra launches big lefts and rights at her head. At least the Frenchwoman has decency to raise her guard, but honestly, she’s like a scared kid, hands glued to the sides of her face, protecting herself against the monster that is Petra. The Czech model growling in such a manner as she traps Lamiraqui against the turnbuckle now, lobbing hooks that crash into her arms. When that doesn’t seem to break her defence, Petra bunches her tummy up with uppercuts to sternum hup hup hup. That seems to do the trick! Jennifer’s hands immediately shoot downward, leaving her chin open for yet another crushing uppercut that Petra seems to have put all her strength into! Jennifer lets out an animalistic grunt as her head snaps backwards, body crashing into the hard turnbuckle then bouncing back and falling face-first into the canvas!! KNOCKDOWN PETRA FOR THE SECOND TIME! Referee scampers over after being ordered by the Siren to “COUNT HER THE F*CK OUT!” but the official takes one look at snoozing Jennifer and waves off the need to! Official Decision: Petra Nemcova defeats jennifer Lamiraqui via KO4!After: It’s official alright: Petra’s first win in the ring but also the first ever win from the SIRENs, and it’s definitely something worth celebrating: her stablemates rush the ring and embrace their older teammate. “We’re here to stay, baby.” Petra croons to reporters amidst the celebratory chaos. “This is just the beginning for the SIRENs.” As we move on to the second match of the evening, there’s no doubt that everyone else is waiting to see if her words prove to be right or worse.
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Post by caspian2 on Feb 24, 2017 21:55:00 GMT
2. Mathilde Goehler vs Federica Nargi (BBU)Mathilde:(22, 5’11, BBU Debut, SIRENs) Federica:(26, 5’9, 0:1 BBU, Free Agent) Before: Mathilde Goehler still butt-hurt about her first loss in the ring at the hands of Nina Agdal, but confident about her chances here. “Nina’s half-way around the world. If she wanted to be queen of the Danes, she should be right here, dancing with me again.” Mathilde confidently concludes that she’s going to be making her mark over *this* side of the Atlantic, and that the Vixen can basically go f*ck herself. Federica coming off the first loss of her career herself, hoping to not repeat the disaster in the ring this time. “We’ll see. I may have a loss, but it was against a tougher opponent that Mathilde has never faced. That makes me more equipped than her to win tonight. We’ll see…” Mathilde dressed in a ravishing light pink bra and panties, donning black gloves. Federica donning a purple satin swimsuit, black gloves as well. There’s a surprising touch of gloves as the referee signals to begin the match. R1, R2: First two rounds see both girls on the defensive - perhaps losing their first matches making them both a little extra cautious. Mathilde trying to sneak in jabs to Federica’s head, but the Italian beauty trying to do the same, allowing them both to score points. Mathilde known for her cheeky and underhanded antics, however, a sudden barrage of jabs surprises Federica and leaves her open for a hard right cross that slams into her face, allowing Mathilde to take the first round with that sneaky exchange, even though Federica fights back with her longer jab in the second, peppering Mathilde’s head and disarming her of her dirty tricks. Round 3: After the swift fury of the first two rounds, both ladies feeling the exertion creeping in on them, so they resume their defensive capabilities, punches thrown occasionally but often hitting guard. Mathilde takes the initiative to find targets below the chest, slamming some stiff-looking jabs into Federica’s tummy and side, but also gets sloppy and lets her face get scrubbed multiple times by Federica’s counter-jabbing. Judges can’t seem to decide which fighter pulled off more offense this round, award equal points to equal fighters, much to both their disappointment at not being able to outbox the other. Round 4: Mathilde sticking with her strategy of going after Nargi’s chest and body, targeting those abs and jugs early, leaving Federica covering up and retreating back to the ropes. The Italian girl however not abandoning her own strategy, softening up Mathilde’s face with her effective jabbing, but Mathilde’s motto seems to be ‘Below the belt, b*tch’, landing a particularly nasty glove to Federica’s bikini bottoms when the referee isn’t looking, shocking the Italian glamour model with a loud gasp and leaving her tummy open to further pounding on flesh. Nargi gasping and panting at the bell, whilst the Danish model strides back to her corner most confidently, blowing a kiss to the crowd, some of them cheering her on but others booing her loudly for her illegal move, but Mathilde doesn't seem to care. Round 5: Federica preparing for an onslaught once the bell rings, but is surprised when Mathilde hangs back in her corner, forearms up high and inviting her to come at her. Federica obliges, eager to get back into the lead. The Italian girl charges in with a jab-jab combo aimed high, then aims a piercing uppercut to Mathilde’s navel designed for revenge, but is surprised when her punches simply land on Mathilde’s forearms. Danish girl had anticipated and lowered her guard at opportune moment, countering with a one-two nasty hook across Nargi’s face, stunning her attacker and driving her back where she came from. Federica is in serious trouble as Mathilde alternates punches up high into her face, then down low to her sore tummy, driving her back into the ropes yet again. Federica trying to clinch like she was taught, but only succeeds in getting pinned against the ropes and her belly battered by a hungry Goehler, who continues flurrying punches left and right into Nargi’s body and chest. The Italian’s arms start to go limp by the sides, body jerking uncontrollably from Mathilde’s continued assault… Referee has seen enough!! He pulls Mathilde from her prey, saving Federica from some permanent injury to her body! The Italian simply collapses to the ground in a heap, mouth hanging open and arms cradling her midsection. Official Decision: Mathilde Goehler defeats Federica Nargi via TKO5!After: Mathilde grinning proudly to the crowds in attendance, taking to the middle rope and flashing her teeth to all four corners, whilst Federica is attended to by medical staff in the corner. Mathilde dismissing her foe with a condescending look and swish of her hair, not even bothering to check on her. “She wasn’t in my league, that’s for sure,” Mathilde proudly declares to reporters post-fight. “Like Petra said, i’m here to stay, and no b*tch’s gonna move me! Not even Nina!”
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Post by caspian2 on Feb 24, 2017 21:56:57 GMT
3. Danielle Robertson vs Amy Willerton (BBU)Danielle:(22, 5’11, BBU Debut, SIRENs) Amy:(24, 5’9, 1:2 BBU, Free Agent) Before: Danielle Robertson is another Siren who recently lost her debut against a Vixen opponent, Kelly Rohrback just two weeks ago. “Not making excuses or anything, but she *was* a former champion,” Danielle says, looking slightly nervous. “It was a learning opportunity for tonight. But let’s be real: Amy’s nowhere compared to Kelly.” Amy smiling sweetly at her opponent’s write-off of her skills. “Robertson better watch that mouth of hers, or I’m gonna shut her up for good. She may be popular on Instagram or wherever they found her, but here’s where the real action takes place.” Despite nasty comments, both ladies still smiling sweetly as they bump fists in the center of the ring. Danielle is in a tight-fitting black bikini with a semi-revealing thong, red gloves. Amy in more traditional violet bra and panties, also red gloves. R1, R2: Danielle certainly looking to redeem herself in opening first two rounds, going after Amy with quick jabs that manage to catch the blonde off-guard by stinging her in the face often. Amy looks like she’s going to have trouble dealing with Danielle’s lightning style as the punches keep coming at her head, filling her peripheral vision and obscuring her ability to fire back counter-blows without being hit in the face again. However, trade-off is Danielle’s punches not doing much damage to the blonde, despite doing enough for judges to award her the first two rounds, leaving a steaming Amy shaking her head as she heads back to corner, brainstorming possible strategy to deal with her foe. Round 3: Danielle doesn’t seem to be slowing down, rampaging straight back into the action with left and right jabs that slam into Amy’s guard. The blonde, however, choosing to focus on defence this time, and it pays off - Amy slaps away Danielle’s light punches, which throws the brunette off target and off-balance. Suddenly - BAM BAM BAM - Danielle grunts as Amy fighting back with straight right hands that slam into nose! Danielle stunned by the sudden blows, one after another. The Siren has so far always had trouble dealing with pain in her face, making her abandon her defence and letting her opponent capitalise... Amy certainly senses this loophole, takes advantage by spanking a left-right combo into Danielle’s abdomen before hitting a uppercut to chin that almost takes her head off! Danielle struggling to stay in this fight all of a sudden, but thankfully she’s saved by the bell at the last minute. Robertson’s turn to shake the stars from her eyes as she uses the ropes to guide herself back to corner. Round 4: Seems like the fight is swinging in opposite direction now with Amy wanting to remain on the offensive. Danielle, however, refuses to relinquish her early lead, decides to come at the blonde as well: results in both beauties banging away at bodies in the middle of the ring! Amy getting shocked repeatedly with stiff blows to the midsection, but she manages to shrug off them off as they were lacking in power, manages to bully Danielle back with a one-two of her own, then jamming her fists into her opponent’s chest, punishing Robertson for her earlier underestimation. Danielle fuming, finally allows herself to retreat as she knows she’s getting more hurt than what she’s dishing out pain. Round 5: No answer it seems - Danielle torquing her body, swinging her arms back in wider arcs for more power, but Amy’s toned body like a hard shell, weathering the onslaught despite turning a bright shade of pink from the repeated abuse. Amy still coming on strongly towards Danielle, repeatedly shocking her with hooks to her cheek and chin. It’s another sudden one-two-three scrubbing of leather against Robertson:s cheeks. Now Amy wading in quick: hard shot to Danielle’s stomach bunching her up but allowing Amy to further her work on chest and chin. Danielle withering fast, all she can do is clinch tightly around Amy’s waist and wait for round to be over. Amy hungrily grunting, punting punches into Danielle’s side and ears, but is unable to secure that TKO she wants just yet. Bell rings and Amy curses loudly in frustration, whilst Danielle looks like her body and knees are about to give way. Round 6: Danielle slow to rise from her stool - it’s honestly a miracle she can rise at all from the damage she has taken so far. The Siren much more wary this round, switching strategy and now back to a turtled defence. Amy of course tries rushing at her with huge hands, but Danielle scooting out of the way and flicking jabs into her face, irritating the blonde, who knows she has the fight in the bag and just needs to get lucky now. Amy gets that opportunity late in the round when she manages to weave left, avoiding Danielle’s left hand that sails past her head, ROCKS the brunette with a crunching counter-blow to the body. Danielle stunned, mouth gaping as she’s stopped in her tracks, body pounded upon by Amy’s left-right-left-right, straight up into tummy, then finishes her off with a beautiful left hook, contorting Danielle’s face! Roberson rag-dolls in Amy’s arms, then body collapses to the canvas on her left. KNOCKDOWN Amy!! This might be the end of it right here!! 3...4… Amy returning to neutral corner, confident smile on her face, whilst Danielle valiantly trying to rise on all fours, one hand cradling her throbbing tummy. 5...6… Danielle lunging upwards, straightening up with pain etched on her face. Body covered with red welts at this point. 7...8.. Danielle makes it to one knee! Her stablemates shouting encouragement at her from ringside, enabling her to rise fully by the count of 9!! Crowd is starting to see her brave desire to continue fighting this losing battle. Amy of course not happy, waving a fist threateningly in Danielle’s direction - an indication of things to come in the next round? Round 7: Despite her miraculous recovery, Danielle looks like a dead-man walking at the sound of the bell, barely stumbling forward to meet her foe. Amy striding over slowly, bit by bit, testing the waters, dodging weak attempts by Danielle’s fists aimed at her head. Danielle gets lucky however with a one-two combo to Amy’s body, surprisingly the blonde, but it seems to only make her more mad. Amy now throwing caution to the win, decides to rush in to her foe. The blonde lands a hard uppercut to Danielle’s tummy from close quarters, knocking the wind out of her body. Danielle’s body simply melts around Amy’s fist, her lips letting out an ouuuuggggghhh as Amy once again lets her collapse to the ground in a heap. Cry of shock from the crowd as SURELY this must be it?? Even louder cry as Danielle is still stirring - the Siren grabbing hold of the ropes and pulling herself up to her feet once again at the count of 7!! Amy goes completely ballistic when the referee waves for the fight to continue - what the f*ck does she have to do to put this b*tch away?? Danielle still holding onto the ropes for support as Amy charges in one last time, slamming her fists into any, offensive skin, jerking Danielle’s body left right and center about the ropes. Danielle’s body now completely limp, leaning into her foe’s body as her arms hang lifelessly by the side, but Amy wants to ensure her opponent stays down for good, gritting her teeth and continuing to pound the stuffing out of her foe by hard shots to the belly whilst grunting in her ear, “Give up, b*tch!!?” Referee finally has seen enough, pulling Amy off a beleaguered Danielle, who sinks down to her knees with a thud then falls face forward onto the canvas. Official Decision: Amy Willerton defeats Danielle Robertson via TKO7!After: Amy immediately softening after recovery in the corner, approaching Danielle’s fallen form, prone on her back after being flipped over by paramedics. Some words spoken between them both, but they don’t look anything menacing. Grudging respect given when Danielle gives a thumbs up in response to Amy’s smile. Danielle’s certainly proved her resilience this fight even though it was a loss for her. Amy celebrates her win by briefly acknowledging the crowd, tells reporters later she’s game for a rematch anytime, any place. SIRENs understandably upset at their first loss of the evening, but the show continues. Head Trainer Henry Carvill personally attending to his fallen girl to escort her back to the locker room.
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Post by caspian2 on Feb 24, 2017 21:59:35 GMT
4. Hailey Clauson vs Toni Garrn (BBU)Hailey:(21, 5’11, BBU Debut, SIRENs) Toni:(24, 6’0, 1:0 BBU, Free Agent) Before: Hailey and Toni quite similar in terms of size and punching power. Both girls glaring with fake-smiles as they meet at the pre-fight press conference, standing confidently across from each other dressed in bikini and gloves. “I’m gonna redeem myself tonight,” Hailey confidently states, referring to her loss earlier in the month to Bo Krsmanovic in the VIX/SIR crossover event. “Toni may be taller but she doesn’t have my strength and power.” “Hailey’s deluding herself if she’s already saying she’s better than the other girls,” Toni retorts once she hears the blonde. “Reality is that both of us are newbies - we’re both untested. But we’ll see who’s better soon enough,” Toni concludes with a sly smirk. Round 1: Immediately both girls make for each other and the big punches start flying, ignoring the need for jabs and going straight for the big hooks. Both blondes take turns testing each other’s guard, hooking alternative fists that slam into either of their guard. The size of both blondes means they’re hitting hard blows but having trouble getting around either of defences. At the end of the round, skin on their arms more reddened than other parts of their body - both girls fuming with frustration at not finding any purchase, but spectators on edge of their seats as they realise they’re in for a long and hard brawl. Round 2: Both girls continuing to taunt each other at the start of the round, hoping for success with the psychological attacks rather than the physical ones. Seems to have desired effect when Hailey gets too cocky, wades in to clinch - is successful, much to the shock of Toni, who finds herself vulnerable now in close contact with her enemy. Hailey digs her right hand into Toni’s tummy, bending her body in half with an ouuufff whilst hissing into her ear, “I’ve got you now, b*tch!” before she’s whacked across the face by a rebounding Toni, who trains her right hand upwards into Hailey’s cheek, shutting the big blonde up and forcing her to break with the clinch. Toni however not letting the blonde go, following Clauson with follow-up right hands that mash into her cheek repeatedly. Hailey has trouble defending against the onslaught - looks like she’s being beaten completely senseless - thrown to the ropes, but suddenly saved the bell!! Toni growls at not being able to finish her foe off early. Hailey just breathing in deep breaths, chest heaving on ropes, gloves barely raised. Round 3: Toni charges in at the bell! Hailey lets out a yelp of surprise equal to that of the crowd’s as the British girl shocks her American counterpart with a lunging Superman punch that crashes into the center of Hailey’s guard, throwing her backwards and forcing the defensive from the start! Hailey covering up, barely offering any counter-blows at all as it’s Toni’s turn to get in close and personal, chopping under-hooks into the blonde’s tummy and flanks, banging away underneath and on her chest as Hailey just looks shell-shocked in the corner. Clauson’s arms moving downwards to cover - big mistake - Toni goes up top with a left-right cross scrubbing across her face, then a tight uppercut ROCKS Hailey on base of chin!! The blonde’s eyes screw shut as her body fades left, huge THUD as she collapses on to the canvas!! KNOCKDOWN TONI IN EARLY FASHION!! Toni triumphant, raising two hands as she parades around the ring, eating up the crowd’s reaction, as Hailey squirms and paws at the ground in front of her. 3...4… Toni in neutral corner, watching intently as Hailey uses ropes for support, struggles to make it back to one knee. Crowd begins to cheer Hailey’s name, egging her on - not sure if indicative of the blonde’s wide support or the audience just wanting to get their money’s worth in the fight. Seems to do the trick though: Hailey galvanized, makes it back to shaky feet at the count of 8!! Referee shouts “FIGHT!” and Toni rushes in once again, intending to finish Clauson off and punish the crowd for their allegiance. Hailey bending over low, keeping her forearms bunched in, allowing Toni free access to only her sides and back. In return, the Brit doing her best to slip in punches past defences, but doesn’t manage to do enough damage before the bell rings prematurely - curses under her breath but at least Toni is confident at taking the round and putting herself in the lead in this fight. Round 4: Hailey still looks slightly dazed as the bell rings for the fourth whereas Toni is like a lioness stalking her prey, circling the blonde across half the ring whilst the American simply pivots on the spot to face her foe. Toni suddenly rushes in again from the side, intending to trap Hailey against the ropes or turnbuckle, manages to slip a low right hook in that catches Hailey on the navel - Clauson grunting forward but surprises Toni now by lunging towards her gloves out, slamming into both her jugs, drawing a sharp, pained gasp from the Brit. Counter-hook from Toni sails over Hailey’s head as the American continues abuse of her body with heavy uppercuts drilled into her midsection. Toni’s turn to grapple arms around chest, now both girls panting and leaning against each other, pushing and shoving for control. Toni hurt but manages to dig her fists into Hailey’s side and boobs, concentrating on punishing the blonde so much that she doesn’t see Hailey’s uppercut come from inside and under - it SLAMS into her jugs once again one-two-three, shocking Toni and giving Hailey the separation needed to blast her fist upwards into base of Toni’s chin!! Toni’s turn: head snaps back and spittle flies into the air, impact of the blow lifting her body as she flies up and back down onto the canvas! It’s Hailey’s turn to score a spectacular knockdown! Hailey too hurt to register at first, merely sways on the spot, until crowd screams their approval at the back-and-forth and the referee rushes in to check on Toni, who’s lying stunned and spread-eagled on the floor. 3...4… Hailey trying to recuperate in the corner, magnificent chest heaving whilst Toni struggles to get her back off the floor with a loud grunt. 5...6.... Toni pushing herself to her knees now, sweat and spit dripping down to the canvas she forces her body to comply. 7...8… The Brit pushes herself up with much difficulty, makes it back to wobbly feet!! Hailey prepared to charge, but referee waves the round off and calls for the bell. Looks like both girls are tied in terms of points at this stage - both know the stakes going into the fifth. Round 5: After both girls knocked down once, one can imagine the dizziness and shock as their punches and movement get even more sloppy. Both rookies showing their inexperience with looping, wild punches thrown, hoping for that one-hit KO, but so far neither girl getting lucky. Once or twice, both girls manage to stumble into each other’s arms, where they at least punish each other’s bodies with hard hits to opposing bellies that are hard to dodge, occasionally stacking the other up by hitting higher at jugs or a lucky sponge to the face. But at the bell, neither girl coming out stronger than the other - both bent over, visibly tired and perhaps secretly glad that the round is over. Round 6: The sixth round more or less a repetition of the fifth… well, apart from the girls’ increased preference for wrestling. Referee perplexed for much of the first two minutes as blind hooks miss widely and girls instead choose to clinch with each other in order to score better shots to the body. Hailey’s bigger size at least comes into play here, using her advantage to steer her opponent back into the ropes. Toni simply grunts aaaggh as her back shoved back and body pinned by Hailey Clauson, who begins the punishment of Toni with low blows that thud thud thud into her abdomen and chest. No more energy or time for verbal threats now - Hailey just concentrating on throwing as many shots into her foe’s body as humanly possible. Referee almost calls for the bell now, watching Toni intently trying to fend off the assault - the Brit trying her best to show life by snapping the occasional jab back into Hailey’s face, intending to disrupt or at least irritate her foe enough. Bell finally rings and Toni’s body sags into Hailey’s, only propped up by Hailey’s fists still drilled into her belly. Hailey particularly upset at not having been declared the winner right there and then, elects to take it out further on Toni’s tummy with more lefts and rights. Referee has to pull off a raging Clauson who refuses to acknowledge that the round’s over, finally allows Toni to sink to her knees, hugging her body. The blonde has to be helped to her corner as she sprawls herself back down on her stool. Round 7: The fight heads to the seventh now with the tide surprisingly turning in favour of the Siren - could Hailey redeem her stablemates now with a third win of the night? The blonde certainly thinks so, wading in fast and early at the bell hoping to repeat her success from the previous round. Toni grunting as she’s bullied back against the ropes, but she’s trying to out-footwork her foe by refusing to get herself cornered whilst shooting jab after jab in Hailey’s direction with the intention of slowing down her advance. Soon though, Hailey gets what she wants, chasing Toni down but at great expense to her energy - both girls end up clinching against the ropes again but not sure if Hailey has the energy to put away her foe at this point. Toni surprisingly the one in control, ploughing fists into Hailey’s body with low and stiff shots to her gut. To Hailey’s credit, the Siren returns the favour with a one-two shot to Toni’s chest, stunning her, but her follow-up right hook too slow and ponderous - Toni manages to duck under and take advantage of her foe’s off-balance, swings her own right hook that goes straight into middle of Hailey’s face!! Hailey lets out a painful groooaaann as her nose and mouth seem to disappear - the Siren screws up her eyes as simply crumples in a heap on the spot!! Referee takes one look - Hailey’s not moving at all! He waves it off! Official Decision: Toni Garn defeats Hailey Clauson via KO7!!After: Toni looking relieved and triumphant, huge smile on her face when approached by the reporters. “We fought. We brawled. Looks like we found out who’s the better woman. With all due respect to Hailey though - she can punch… hard. Some people are calling it a lucky punch... That wasn’t luck, it was fate, and I challenge anyone to say otherwise.” Hailey, once regaining consciousness, is more defiant than heartbroken. “It *was* a lucky punch. I had her on the ropes, and she swung wildly. I had her…” Looks like the SIRENs’ losing streak continues for now through the night. We’re halfway into the matches for the evening - let’s see if the Sirens’ luck turns in the remaining four matches.
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Post by caspian2 on Feb 24, 2017 22:02:01 GMT
5. Pia Miller vs Luisana Lopilato (VIX) Pia:(33, 5’9, 2:0 BBU, SIRENs) Luisana:(29, 5’7, BBU Debut, VIXENs) Before: Bad blood between both girls as they’ve once fought before in the FCBA in 2016, and the other time recently aboard the SS Virago, where Pia ambushed Luisana in her hotel suite where they engaged in a wild brawl. This time, officials don’t even allow both girls to meet in a potentially heated weigh-ins, chain of officials already separating them both at the interview table. “That’s the only positive thing about Pia: she doesn’t know how to quit. She just keeps on letting me beat the crap out of her,” Luisana grins slyly from one end of the table. Pia smirks back, folding her arms in disbelief. “She got lucky once, that’s all. You should have seen Luisana in her own room, face between my thighs. I’m going to prove that I’m better than her this time.” Pia concludes, enjoying the view of Luisana’s face turning red from the humiliating memory. Both girls refusing to touch gloves in the ring, just continuing on with the verbal insults. Luisana gesturing wildly with her black gloves, dressed in maroon-coloured bra and panties, contrasting sharply with Pia’s black bikini and briefs, white gloves. Round 1: Both girls refusing to take their eyes off each other as they’re herded back to corners, for fear of being ambushed once again. Referee finally rings the bell, and we’re off! Crowd cheers as Pia and Luisana dance forward, gloves raised high with purpose, closing the distance and immediately throwing punches at each other’s face with furious abandon. Pia snapping lightning fists straight into the blonde’s face, snapping her head back as her nose is throbbed early and hard. Luisana immediately counters with a hard hook that slaps into Pia’s cheek nice and clean, chopping the brunette’s head to the right then the left. Girls continue in this manner for majority of round, abandoning much of their defence in favour of inflicting as much punishment as possible. Round ends and girls breathing heavily behind raised gloves, refusing to let their defences down. Round 2: Race is on now to see which lady comes out on top - both girls continue throwing punches at each other but now trying to find more purchase below the neck. Luisana first to slam a right fist into Pia’s breast - the Siren squeals and immediately counters with a fist of her own that flattens Luisana’s own jug. The girls stand and trade more blows to chest and body, refusing to back down. Luisana hooks a big left - but it’s deflected by Pia’s raised forearm just in time - Luisana herself shocked as Pia buries one hand straight into her face, then right hand burrows itself into softened paunch. Luisana wide-eyes as Pia just keeps on the pressure on her hated foe, digging elbows close to collarbone whilst shooting both hands in and out of Luisana’s body, massaging her abs with dull thud thud thud into her reddening midsection. Luisana clinching now with Pia, trying to mitigate damage, but Pia’s arms prevent her from getting in closer, giving Siren more or less free access to the rest of Luisana’s body. Poor Luisana struggling to survive as her body soaks up more abuse. Bell finally saves her - referee pulls a grinning Pia off her at the bell, leaving the Vixen groaning and bending over, hugging her midsection. Round 3: Pia having found her calling all of a sudden, firing long jabs that slam into Luisana’s chest and tummy, forcing the blonde back and making her counter-head shots ineffective as Pia’s simply target already sore midsection, sending Luisana retreating backwards and losing out on the brisk exchange. The Vixen now more judiciously guarding her body, but that makes her less willing to take the offense to Pia for fear of opening herself up to more attacks again. Pia enjoying the torment she’s inflicting on her hated rival, smirking throughout the round as she hounds and chases Luisana and soaks up very little retaliation in return. Pia clearly taking the last two rounds and steaming ahead in this fight, and Luisana definitely has to come up with something new if she wants to get back inside. Round 4: Pia greedily coming on again strong and fast, clearly aiming her gloves low once again. Luisana also clearly not taking Head Trainer Steve Boyd’s advice in the middle of the round - the blonde seems to be playing her defensive card once more, dancing backwards and out of the way of Pia’s low hands. Pia exhausting herself trying to chase after her prey, manages to get some nasty shots that spank into Luisana’s chest, then again below her navel, but Luisana simply hardens her abs, merely grunts as Pia’s fists bounce off tummy, SWINGS A HOOK INSTEAD THAT SWIVELS PIA’S HEAD!! Pia not knowing what hit her as her body flails to the left HHHAARGGHH!! Luisana now shifting gears, slamming left hand after left hand into Pia’s cheek, throwing Pia into the ropes, where it’s her turn to slam fist after fist into the Siren’s body and chest, gritting her teeth in angry payback. Pia trying to survive - boy have the tides turned so quickly - she’s saved by the bell at last moment! Luisana seething, but pumping her fist to herself at having clawed her way back into this fight. Steve Boyd himself smiling with satisfaction at the turn of fortunes for his girl. Henry Carvill, however, not looking the least pleased at the possibility that his girls might lose for the third fight in a row. Round 5: With the fight more or less even at this point, both Luisana and Pia hesitant at charging head-in at the start. They hover just a few feet apart, trying to feign punches and advancing feet, wanting to throw the other off to make a first mistake. Pia throws a few jabs Luisana’s way, alternating between her head and body, but the Vixen takes each punch most comfortably, manages to counter with jabs of her own that land into Pia’s cheek, then her vulnerable sides. Luisana definitely looks to be the more energetic of the two, perhaps energised by previous round’s victory. However, neither girl comes out in points as neither taking the risk of wading in. Round 6: Miller getting further advice from Head Trainer, Henry Carvill, mid-round, and, clearly intent of proving herself to her boss, finds her steam once again by wading in for an early, risky attack on Luisana’s body with stiff pounding left-right on tummy. However, Pia repulsed as quickly by a hard hook to her face - Siren really needs to concentrate on her defensive skills as much as her offensive ones - this pattern repeating at least three to four times, each time, Pia does not learn her lesson, but simply adamant on targeting Luisana’s prized midsection. The Vixen clearly slowing down as well - perhaps those tummy shots really having an effect on her - but she still manages to slam more and more fists into Pia’s rapidly reddening cheeks. The brunette is also rapidly fading, getting more and more groggy on her feet as her head repeatedly pounded on. Luisana now defending more effectively late in the round, back-pedalling out of range of Pia’s tummy-targeting fists. Pia, however, just cannot keep up with the blonde, panting as she chases after her whilst boxing air all the way to the bell. Round 7: Both girls crouched low and over, shimmering and shaking fists in each other’s faces but neither risking a potentially disastrous move that may get them knocked the f*ck out. Pia snaps a jab-jab into Luisana’s chest, enacting a loud gasp from the blonde. Pia there and then decides to take the big shot - huge wade in and follow-up uppercut is aimed up into Luisana’s belly… but the Luisana BLOCKS it with a forearm, repays the favour with a classic right hand that SLAMS into Pia’s face!! Pia certainly eating that one as she’s blown backwards… Luisana not letting up, striding forward with another long but powerful smash of her other hand into Pia’s nose again… force of which taking Pia’s head off as her head moves back faster than her legs or body, the effect of which flings her down to the canvas in a painful haymaker! KNOCKDOWN LUISANA IN THE THIRD MINUTE!! No time for celebration though as Luisana takes as much time as she can to recuperate in corner, warily watching her foe find the will and rage to continue. First making it to all fours, the Siren spits blood as she bangs her fists on the canvas in defiance, then surges up with the last of her energy, making the count by 8. Luisana not looking all that surprised, instead smiling at being able to punish her rival for another round. Bell rings, and both ladies head to corner. Pia spits blood in hers, rinsing out mouth and gritting her teeth for some payback. Round 8: Pia on the warpath from the get go, baring red teeth. She rushes in and bullies Luisana by blocking her path of advance and somehow managing to ignore the stinging jabs that slam into her cheek. The result of which allows the Siren to score another uppercut to Luisana’s weakened tummy, folding the blonde over her fist with a low guuuuhhh from her lips. Pia continues: pummelling another left-right combination straight into her navel, then winds back right hand with a cocky grin, eager to take Luisana’s head off with an uppercut of her own!! IT MISSES just as Luisana weaves and ducks head to her right - look of shock on Pia’s face as Luisana’s turn: drills a left/right fist straight up into Pia’s belly, folding her over with an “OHHH GAWWWD” before blasting another right hand on her gaping mouth with a beautiful uppercut that DOESN’T miss it's mark!! Pia flies upwards and back for second time this fight, collapsing to the floor with limbs spreadeagled and head lolling the the side. Referee doesn’t even bother counting! It’s over!! Official Decision: Luisana Lopilato defeats Pia Miller via KO8!After: The victorious blonde wanting to make a statement for good this time, stalking around Pia’s prone body immediately after the match, also wary of her teammates interfering with her victory parade. Out of corner of her eye, other members of the SIRENs already getting tackled by members of VIXENs, namely Nina Agdal and Kelly Rohrbach scuffling with Mathilde and Clara Alonso, respectively, whilst Hannah Ferguson, powerhouse that she is, deftly handles more than one opponent at a time, burying her right hand in Danielle Robertson’s abs whilst kicking an injured Hailey Clauson in her midsection, sending both girls sprawling. Free to make her statement, Luisana gingerly straddles Pia’s shoulders, trapping her face between her thighs and slapping her repeatedly until she moans and finally awakes, Pia wakes up to find herself in an uncompromising situation, starts spewing defiance: “Get the f*ck off-- mmmffggh!” she screams, before her mouth is muffled by Luisana tugging her lips up into her sweat-stained crotch. Lopilato containing her bucking rival as she’s smothered into submission, her body soon going limp from the lack of air. Lowering Pia’s face from smouldering hell, she pats the brunette’s face gently whilst cooing, “I hope that teaches you a lesson, b*tch. It’s now two:zero (2:0)… Let me know if you want it to go 3-nil.” With that, she relinquishes her perch, and just in time too: officials now breaking up the chaos around the ring, separating both Hannah Ferguson and Petra Nemcova, both blondes rolling about and tugging at each other’s hair. The Vixens are visibly escorted from the venue by security guards but not before Emily Ratajkowski waves and blows kisses to the cheering, hooting crowds. They’ve come to the end of their journey in the BBU for now, but rest assured that this rivalry is far from over in the eyes of the Sirens.
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Post by caspian2 on Feb 24, 2017 22:03:38 GMT
6. Melissa Satta vs Miriam Leone (Latin Union)Melissa:(30, 5’9, BBU Debut, SIRENs) Miriam:(32, 5’9, 5:10 BBU, Latin Union) Before: After order is restored in the arena, it’s back to business, with two ravishing Italian beauties taking the stage. Apparently some bad blood between the two girls: Miriam having made a pass at Melissa’s husband at a prior football game, threatening the status of the proud soccer WAG. After much online insults and much sexual insinuations which almost got them into a scuffle back then, they meet face-to-face now in person, smirks and curled lips mouthing subtle insults at each other in smooth Italian. To both girls, it’s more than just a win: they know that Melissa’s man is eagerly watching from the crowd for the outcome of this match. Melissa however, is a clear favourite of the two - the brunette raises a fist to the crowds, which elicits a loud cheer as they ogle her dressed in a royal blue string bikini. Miriam however not letting the noise get to her, looking slender and toned in her red bikini, white gloves, eagerly scanning the crowds for that mystery man, posing seductively regardless. Round 1: First round begins and both women circle cautiously around each other, flicking jabs at heads but mostly hitting guards. Melissa the favourite for a reason - the Italian loves to brawl: she gets in close and personal in a late first minute, forcing Miriam to lower her guard as Satta’s gloves spank on her belly repeatedly. Melissa grinning as her fists land one after the other, each blow garnering a louder cheer from the crowd... But she underestimates Miriam’s resolve here: redhead starts to respond with precise counter-blows to Satta’s cheek, the hard hits making her grunt on more than occasion. Melissa definitely needs to come up with alternate strategy if she wants to pour on the punishment without taking any in return. Pundits also certainly surprised with tenacity of Miriam Leone in this opening round - the underdog fighter seems to be clearly holding her own against the odds. Round 2: Melissa seems to know that she didn’t take the previous round as clearly as she would have liked to, and so the Italian rushes in early once again, hooking big hands at Miriam’s direction and banging into her forearms, then going further by plundering her undercarriage repeatedly with lefts and rights. Miriam’s weak spot’s definitely trying to protect her body - she’s losing points and getting hurt by Melissa’s fists repeatedly beating under and on the sides. Miriam responds best she can, shooting her fists back upwards into Melissa’s chest, then landing on her nose and lips, and they seem to be doing more damage than anticipated! Melissa slowly and surely being beaten backwards, forced to switch from offense back to defence of her rapidly reddening cheeks and nose. Leone hungry and eager now, shrugging off more body blows by hardening her abs and continuing to batter Melissa’s guard, slipping in the occasional fist to her face. Bell rings and the audience is starting to see the fight turn already in Miriam Leone’s favour! Round 3: Not so in this round, that sees Melissa Satta fight back! Italian beauty feigns another low-blow to Miriam’s trunks early in the round, exploits her opponent’s reflex action to protect her tummy by BLASTING a sudden and clean cross straight into Miriam’s face! The Italian redhead is stunned as her body wobbles, almost trips over her stumbling feet, but is saved by the ropes. Satta however eager to finish her off, charges in to punish Miriam along the ropes, chopping right hands into her body over and over. Leone in trouble now, wisely clinches with her foe... and now both girls are wrestling on the ropes, turning and switching positions repeatedly whilst digging fists into any flesh they can find. While Melissa is content with this slow withering down of her opponent, Miriam is more constantly jockeying for better position along the ropes - she finds it when Melissa’s body becomes pinned against the rope with her body pressed down into hers. Now it’s Miriam’s turn for tummy payback - she pistons right and left hands in and out of Satta’s body, jerking the soccer wag’s pristine bod upwards and in with each fist landing. Another hard round to score as the bell ends and referee pulls both ladies apart - it’s arguably Miriam’s round yet again as she was *almost* knocked down early, but of course the key word is ‘almost’, with the Italian coming back from that with an *almost* knockdown of Satta in return. Round 4: Melissa Satta unfortunately looks like she’s the rookie boxer here at the beginning of the fourth round. She *must* be growing desperate at the thought of barely scraping by the past three rounds, needs to change something up or she’s just not gonna get that decision win. Leone, however, is in a comfortable lead and she knows it - the redhead gets more aggressive in the fourth, perhaps sensing it’s almost time’s up for Satta. Leone’s turn to want to bully Melissa with unpredictable, wild hooks… The soccer wag however remembering her training, deals with most of the blows comfortably by switching between a high and a low guard. Melissa’s turn to suddenly counter - double-fist punted upwards - straight into Miriam’s chest! Redhead lets out a shocked GASP, eyes wide, mouth open, as she reflexively tries to cover up chest with both arms, but leaving her chin open for a powerful follow-up blow from Melissa Satta, whose glove just lands beautifully on base of her chin! AND DOWN GOES MIRIAM!! No ropes to save the Italian girl this time as she simply falls backwards and lands heavily on her back! KNOCKDOWN SATTA!! Crowd seems to suddenly remember its allegiance to the brunette once again: roar is deafening as Melissa once again showboats on the way to her corner, shaking her ass to the crowd, a display meant more for her husband, we feel. Anyways, the referee’s counting: 5...6… Miriam slowly getting back to her feet, wisely clasping onto the middle rope for some much-needed support. That’s it - Miriam makes it back up at the count of 9! Melissa looks eager to finish her off as the referee calls for resumption of fight. Miriam just needs to hold on for another 30 seconds…. Poor girl’s eating some hard shots as Melissa fires punch after punch into her midsection, putting as much much strength as she can into the blows. The Italian brunette looks she really wants to win right here, throwing as many punches as she can, but it’s not enough! Referee calls for the bell, and Miriam looks entirely relieved, sprawling her body on the ropes to support her weakened legs, but Melissa doesn’t look any better, panting and hunched over at having over-exerted herself it seems. Round 5: It’s anybody’s game now in the fifth, Miriam getting wrecked in the last round and paving the way for Melissa to retaliate, but the brunette can’t seem to capitalise either with her lack of stamina. Girls therefore cautious at bell, staying at distance and lopping jabs and occasional cross that slam into guard and cheek, hoping to catch the other fatally off-guard. Melissa discovers her foe’s sensitive spot after several jabs flatten Miriam’s chest and jugs, making the redhead squeal and retreat with immediate certainty. Melissa uses this knowledge to her advantage, jabs fired again at breasts, not at all flustered when her mitts slam into Miriam’s protective forearms, but then POWERS her follow-up right arm straight into Miriam’s open face! Half of Satta’s glove literally buries itself in Miriam’s cheeks as she lets out a low grunting sound ggruuugghh and her knees start to buckle. Melissa not taking any chances this time, pulls back fast and repeats that damning right cross that crashes another time into Miriam’s nose, but the redhead is already on the way to crumpling to the canvas in a heap. The referee takes one look at Miriam’s still-body and waves the fight off! Official Decision: Melissa Satta defeats Miriam Leone via KO5.After: Melissa Satta looks quite defeated herself - her training for her debut match definitely showing off her skills but pundits will be commenting on how difficult it was for her to put away Miriam, and consequently, how far this Italian beauty can go in terms of her future career. All Melissa can do now is embrace her husband tightly, who joins her in the ring to celebrate, a big grin on his face, but sharp-nosed spectators clearly catching him catching glimpses at Miriam in the corner, red-faced and panting hard. The poor girl has to stare with distaste as Melissa notices the stealing glances, decides to deliberately plant a wet kiss on her husband’s lips in full view of her opponent, staking her claim on her man for now...
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Post by caspian2 on Feb 24, 2017 22:05:19 GMT
7. Clara Alonso vs Micaela Schaefer (Tech Europe)Clara:(29, 5’9, BBU Debut, SIRENs) Micaela:(33, 5’9, 1:9 BBU, Tech Unlimited Europe) Before: A curious match-up coming up with the devilish Spaniard, Clara ‘Conquistador’ Alonso, going one-on-one with the German model and television personality, Micaela Schaefer. Schaefer of course eager to prove that she’s still a relevant force in the BBU but her record speaks volumes of her ‘success’ as Clara is quick to point out in her thick Spanish accent: “She’s only won *one* match, out of the other ten she’s been in. We call that a 90% disaster rating.” “That’s ten more fights than you’ve been in, b*tch,” Micaela replies in a heavy German accent of her own, the model relying on her experience from those losses to pave the way to another victory this match. Clara in forest-grin bikini, black gloves, hair tied up in a standing ponytail above her head. Micaela in all black, showing off her busty and full figure, red gloves. Round 1: Bell rings and we’re off! Immediately, the difference between both fighters becomes apparent: leaner and meaner Clara running in circles around the heavier-set German girl, bothering her with frequent jabs that land on skin. The heavier Micaela having trouble swatting away this pesky fly as her body becomes a favourite target due to the fact of just more surface area. To her credit, Schaefer defends her head well enough, negating any sort of power those quick punches of Clara can do to her, but the more annoying punches that land stiffly on her body and chest are more difficult to block and her heavy, slow-moving counter hooks seem to love hitting the air instead of Clara. Clara certainly makes a name for herself in this debut match, showing off her fancy footwork and ability to control her opponent’s. Round 2: Micaela growling and trying to bull-rush her opponent, perhaps sick and tired of getting no hits in. The German waits for opportune moment, just as Clara is trapped between her and ropes, and charges in swinging - Micaela’s gloves come hard and fast, surprisingly Clara early on as they land on the Spaniard’s guard, the force of which throwing her body visibly to the right and left, but thankfully not doing much else damage to Alonso. Clara still a ball of energy, recovers from initial shock to dance away now, more wary of what her opponent is capable of doing. Clara defensively toys with her foe thereafter, snapping crisp jab into Micaela’s face each time she back-pedals out of harm’s way. Another clear round for Clara as she outboxes Schaefer, but we hope the success doesn’t get to her head... Round 3: Clara the epitome of focus and concentration - she’s panting slightly now but has no trouble getting up from stool. Micaela, however, already slowing down, her big-size seemingly a disadvantage in this match-up. Early in the first minute, Clara almost gets caught with a surprise, big right hand that Micaela lets fly hoping to catch the Spaniard off-guard, but Clara weaves to the side at last minute as it sails past, only glancing against her ear. Clara shoots a left-right-left combo straight up into Schaefer’s tummy in response, drumming fists against her body and taking what she can before cautiously moving back out of harm’s way again - apparent assault on the German beauty too much for Schaefer to bear - big girl sinks slowly down to her knees hugging her midsection! An early knockdown for Clara Alonso!! Crowd is half-shocked, half-sympathetic, but Micaela manages to gingerly struggle her way back up to her feet by the count of 7. However, pattern repeats itself at least twice more, with Clara now hitting stinging left crosses that slam into Schaefar’s nose and upper lip. A couple more near misses have the SIRENs’ corner screaming for Clara to pay more attention. The Siren wisely obeys by dancing out of the way and creating more space and Schaefer is left panting, hunched over at the bell, driblets of red flowing down from one nostril, staining the canvas at her feet. It certainly doesn’t look good for the German model at this stage... Round 4: Micaela is slow-moving out of corner, and Clara is eager to rush in to finish, but remembers advice from her trainers that it might be a trap, and even if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t be wise to stand and brawl with someone as well-endowed as Micaela. Instead, Clara carries on what she’s been doing, peppering the brunette’s weak defences with her long jab, exploiting any loopholes she finds, and Micaela simply doesn’t have any answer to Clara’s offense. Well, it might not be exciting, ladies and gentlemen, but it sure is effective if it wins a girl a match. Another combination of jabs to her head followed with repeated drumming of chest and tummy, and once again the German beauty falls down to her knees in a second knockdown of the match! Clara still has energy to raise a fist to acknowledge the cheering crowd. 3...4… Micaela having difficult now with rising back up. She does so more slowly now from all fours. Clara breathing deeply in neutral corner, knows she has this and shouldn’t be rash now. 7...8… Micaela pushing herself back up and stands on shaky feet, the cuts to her lip now opening up again and staining the white canvas below her. But the fight has to continue - referee waves it back on, and Clara comes forward slowly, poking fist again in Micaela’s rapidly swelling eye and cheek, beating on her as Schaefer is forced back bit-by-bit until her butt stuck to the ropes, and STILL, Clara doesn’t rush in immediately, wary of her foe’s powerful swings that continue to fire in her direction like dangerous booby-traps. Rather, Clara surgically and methodically pokes through the German’s defences, battering on her foe, until the referee has no choice but to stop the match as the German’s face is now almost completely swollen and let’s not forget, dripping all over with flecks of blood from Alonso’s targeted torture. Immediately, however, the crowd reacts to the TKO stoppage, especially Schaefer herself, who starts protesting that she still wants to fight and continue, with both her gloves still raised up, but the referee is adamant about her safety and waves for the bell. Official Decision: Clara Alonso defeats Micaela Schaefer via TKO4!Of course, we here definitely agree with the referee’s decision: Micaela was certainly getting knocked up and those cuts to her face might have gotten worse, with the bleeding already so bad that her face looked like a cut watermelon. Clara Alonso however elated regardless of the way she won tonight, being escorted on her stablemates’ shoulders back to the locker room whilst leaving a steaming Micaela attended to by various cut-men in the ring, pondering what the hell went wrong and whether this was truly the end of her stint in boxing.
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Post by caspian2 on Feb 24, 2017 22:07:11 GMT
8. Diana Korkunova vs Frankie Sandford (Double A Boxing)Diana:(20, 5’5, BBU Debut, SIRENs) Frankie:(27, 5’3, 5:13 BBU, Double A Boxing) Before: Our main event tonight is certainly an oddity of its own in the packed lightweight / welterweight fight card. The only flyweight of the stable has the crowds gushing at the difference in atmosphere as spunky and all-smiling Diana emerges from the curtains with both gloves raised high, a loose floral-printed robe showing off her pink bra and panties beneath whilst the bubble-gum pop music blasts through the rafters. In contrast, Frankie Sandford liking to play to the crowd as well but emerging to a lung-blaring rock song, in black tight-fitting bikini and shadow-boxing in her dark green gloves. Breath of fresh air as Korkunova plays the sweetheart role well, saying how much she admires Frankie’s work. Sandford however been here done that before, not appreciating the seemingly ‘sweet’ act that her opponent seems to be putting on, sneering instead at the pre-fight interview: “Diana doesn't know what she’s getting into. She’s young. She’s inexperienced. She’s gonna get knocked out tonight.” Diana laughing with glee at Frankie’s statement. “I’m excited! Let’s do this!” R1-R3: Both girls show how flyweights move in the ring: compared to the slow, ponderous movement of her Welter-counterparts, Diana and Frankie flit forward like flies, letting fists fly at each other at even more lightning speed. Mitts bang into opposing forearms and occasional cheek, but of course neither doing much to hurt their opponent as jabs simply lack power. That's how the first two rounds go, with overeager girls eager to test her opponent’s strength but also her energy, both keeping the tempo up in the hopes that her opponent will wilt first. Result is both rounds end unanimously in draws as both girls manage to score some well-placed jabs to face and body. In the third, Frankie noticeably slowing down, unwillingly to allow Diana to take the lead as the little dynamo continues hammering a quantity of fists at her foe, leaving little space for Frankie to retaliate with such the same volume. Frankie tries to switch strategy, slowing down her footwork but throwing deliberately more powerful hooks and crosses, hoping to get lucky. One or two smack into Diana’s raised guard just in time, but Diana manages to flit around her and land a left-right combo to her nose, follows up with another quick left-right to her body above the navel, making Frankie grunt with frustration and retreat. Bell rings to end the third round but seems like the fight is just getting started! Round 4: Diana still showing her spunk as her bounces up and down in the corner, the little devil still eager to get back into the action. Frankie scowls at this - perhaps jealousy showing at her growing, old age. At the bell, both girls charge at each other once more though, Frankie now taking the advice from her corner to really go all in, rushing and bullying Diana with quick and powerful punches designed to herd her in and negate her speed and agility. At first, it doesn't work as intended as Diana’s just too fast to catch, but Frankie determined to bang on her, gets lucky when Diana makes a mistake of veering right instead of left and gets herself cornered against the ropes with a BIG right straight that crashes straight down the middle of her guard - Diana buffeted backwards by the blow, grunting and lets out her first cry of distress as Frankie hungrily comes in and smacks her glove on the tummy, trapping Diana along the ropes with more under-hooks spanking left and right. Diana covering up, keeping her hands low, but her inexperienced showing now as she clearly doesn't know how to dirty box, her speed taken away from her inside the clinch. Round 5: Now Diana not looking so hot-stuff-happy-go-lucky any longer, previous round’s punishment seemed to exact its toll on the Siren. Frankie catching in the body once more with my long jabs, straight hands land heavily on guard and occasionally one or two tag Diana’s cheek. Diana just not-looking so spritely and on her toes once she starts absorbing some in-ring abuse. The Mongolian-blooded model however makes up for it in grit - Diana refusing to quit and instead resumes her battering of Frankie’s defences late in the round, exacting a fair bit of revenge with her lightning fists that hit back on Frankie’s face and chest multiple times before she can even react to them with counter-blows. Good thing though, the pundits were about to dismiss the new Siren as just another passing phase, but this late rally proves she can go far. But is it far enough? Round 6 begins and Korkunova takes advantage of Frankie’s hesitation to pile on the pressure. Frankie getting tagged on the nose once, twice, THREE times before the British girl can even react with adequate protection. Diana smiling suddenly and we see why - Frankie’s bleeding from the nose down, droplets of red highlighting her intense scowl as she tries to deal with this new distraction. Diana now going all out and in, taking bigger risks by wading in fast with combinations to Frankie’s body, snapping her chin backwards with uppercut before dancing out of the way of Sandford’s giant hooks thrown too slowly. Diana certainly cleaning out shop with this repeated pattern, and last uppercut might be the final one as it CRASHES into chin - FRANKIE’S DOWN in the dying seconds of the round!! Could this be it already?? Diana certainly thinks so, already jumping up and down and heading back to corner for early celebration, as referee counts it out: 3...4… Frankie looks more disappointed than hurt, grunting as she pushes her chest off the canvas, spitting out blood as she does so. Definitely not a good round for her, but she still lives to fight another round, getting up to both feet by the count of 7! Round 7: Frankie’s corner applying a temporary solution to her bleeding with a makeshift bandage to the nose and lip, but it’s all for naught once the bell sounds - first surprise right hand from Diana catches Frankie on her injured portions - the bandage flies off the skin and the blood resumes its pouring. Frankie now panting heavily as she tries to clear the throbbing pain in her nose and the red obscuring her vision. Diana looks incredibly focused in contrast - no more little miss sunshine apparently as she purposely and wilfully targets Frankie’s reddened nose in the 2nd minute of the round. Frankie can't see the punches coming as the cuts go deeper and get even worse, and before she knows it, the referee is right in her face, stepping in between them both - he takes one look at Frankie’s blood-soaked face and waves the fight off!! Official Decision: Diana Korkunova defeats Frankie Sandford via TKO7!After: Immediately, Frankie Sandford screams out “NO!!” in protest, but it’s no use - referee already raising Diana’s hand to declare her the winner. The Siren looks equally as stunned, but momentary shock turns into elation - again Diana is jumping up and down as she celebrates with her corner and stablemates, topping off the last fight of the night with a 6:2 overall aggregate for the Sirens - not a bad night at all. Frankie, however, still not satisfied one bit at the early stoppage, complaining to reporters later on: “She *didn’t* beat me. Let’s make that clear,” she spits sternly whilst getting her nose examined. “My hands were still up. I could have made her bleed as well.” Diana doesn't seem to mind the assessment - first win of her career is hopefully the beginning of many others. Regardless, she certainly has stolen the hearts of the Edinburgh crowd with her adorable smile on her petite face, hers is the last name the crowd chants before night closes and the event is over. Well, that's all from us here in Edinburgh city. Here’s to wishing all the girls a speedy recovery and let’s not forget, a happy belated Valentine’s day out there to you besotted fools!
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Post by Vassago on Feb 25, 2017 16:51:56 GMT
We'd like to congratulate the Sirens stable on a great introduction to the BBU and hopefully this is just the first of many wonderful shows this crew stages here in the UK. While we admire Petra Nemcova's role as the unofficial leader of the team, we must say that handing Diana Korkunova the Main Event honors is a very wise decision as she has all the tools to become something more than just a teenage mascot for the Sirens. Don't let those cute looks fool ya, Diana has the Asian blood in her and that's a great asset on the European market. We also admire the fact several free agents were given opportunity to perform during such a high-profile event - even if most of them struggled to upstage the Sirens hosts. This event should be the focus point of tomorrow's Real View weekly show and we can't think of a reason why the Siren Song PPV won't become an early candidate for the event of the year already! On a side note, we believe the hot-blooded South American rivaly between Pia Miller and Luisana Lopilato has a lot of brewing potential to become one of the most thrilling duells ever seen on both sides of the pond! All in all, a tremendous ammount of work that deserves nothing but praise for Caspian & his Sirens! Utterly well done!
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Post by Frankie Bridge on Feb 25, 2017 22:16:10 GMT
Hi, Well, I'm still VERY upset about this result! The stoppage was way premature and it looks like the hosts didn't want me to spoil their Main Event showdown! Grrr... But I shall be back and Diana - as "adorable" as she looks - will suffer from my revenge mission! I can promise the Sirens and everyone who watched this fight that my desire to become a household name in the BBU is still very much alive!
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