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Post by caspian2 on Jun 2, 2017 1:13:14 GMT
Welcome to SIRENs IV: Atlantis!
The titular mythical city is of course the stuff of legends, with stories and myths passed down from generation to generation of its technological superiority and dominance over the Hellenic world of Plato’s Republic. Tonight, the Sirens hope to cement their place in the history books with the success of their fourth event, coming to you live from the exotic island of St. Helena, off the Ivory Coast and in right smack in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, where the mystical city was thought to have existed thousands of years ago.
On the fight-card tonight:
1. Mathilde Goehler vs Martha Hunt (Welterweight) 2. Pia Miller vs Belen Rodriguez (Lightweight) 3. Hailey Clauson vs Bridget Malcolm (Welterweight) 4. Co-Main Event: Petra Nemcova vs Amy Willerton (Welterweight) 5. Main Event: Diana Korkunova vs Lily-Rose Depp (Flyweight)
Join us live from Jamestown’s City Hall as we begin the formal introductions!
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Post by caspian2 on Jun 2, 2017 1:16:45 GMT
1. Mathilde Goehler vs Martha Hunt Mathilde:(24, 5’11, 2:1 BBU, SIRENs) Martha:(28, 5’11, BBU Debut, Free Agent) Before: Mathilde showing very little respect for newcomer blonde, forgetting that she used to be in the rookie’s shoes not too long ago. “We’re the same height, we have the same built and we’re both models. I think the similarities end there,” Goehler smiles with a dismissive nod. “I don’t think she’s gonna last long in the ring with a she-wolf like me.” Mathilde clearly citing the recent reports of wild wolves returning to the Danish wilds, seems apt to co-opt the wild animal as her official symbol in the ring. Certainly looks that way when the Danish model smiles for the cameras, baring two naturally sharpened teeth in both corners of her mouth. Martha, however, not intimidated, clearly enamoured by the very fact that she got flown to an exotic island by the SIRENs team and just content on enjoying her time here. “I’m happy to make my debut in the ring against someone like Mathilde. I think she’s a tough gal, but she’s underestimating me if she thinks I’m just gonna lie down for her.” Looking at the clear waters of St Helena’s beach as they wash over the white sands just outside the window, Martha clearly feels inspired. “I think I could get used to this lifestyle,” she grins. Both girls get into the ring set up just outside the main doors of the town hall building. Mathilde dressed in bright red bikini, black gloves. Martha in all white, black gloves as well as they bounce on their feet waiting for the referee to start the match. Ring official finally finishes spouting the rules and rings the bell! *** Round 1: Of course, for all the confident talk in the pre-fight, no one’s as surprised as Mathilde when the match begins and the fists start flying... straight into her face! Martha Hunt showing plenty of potential to be knockout both outside and inside the ring as she immediately starts snapping jab after jab into the face and body. Mathilde shocked by the blonde’s ferocity, begins fighting back and the result is both girls banging away in the center of the ring with reckless abandon, gnashing their teeth at each other. Hunt seems to like the sensation of her gloves slapping into Goehler’s face, throwing her backwards towards the end of the round, her cheeks getting redder and redder from the abuse. Looks like Mathilde might have bitten off more than she can chew in this match-up. Second Round sees Mathilde trying to get back in the lead, damned if this upstart rookie’s gonna dictate fight terms for her. But Martha shows no sign of abating her aggression, continuing to pester the Siren with jabs travelling south, stunning Goehler in the chest with a left right jab combo then immediately a right hook that staggers her to the side. Blonde looks like a natural fit in the ring, broad smile forming as she slowly realizes that she’s f*cking winning. But she has to be careful - Mathilde’s frustration building as she rushes the blonde late in the round, repays with snap jabs to the nose and then ends with a hard shot straight to her jugs, screaming, “How’d you like that feeling b*tch??” Martha wincing, to her credit not making any sound other than a dull groan, responds to question with another left hand that catches Mathilde smack in the face, followed by another wild hook that sends her sprawling into the ropes, mouth open and letting out a GRRRUUHH. Thankfully referee steps in between them when the bell rings - Mathilde looks like she’s about to charge right back in even though the round’s already ended. Round 3: Back-and-forth action in the third sees neither girl slowing down. Mathilde charging in at first hoping to catch the blonde off-guard, and she succeeds for the first half, rocking Martha’s head to the left and right and weaving like the devil out of the way of replying fists. Mathilde relying on her reflexes to stay out of trouble, and for the most part she does, but Martha succeeds in trapping her in one corner when she gets cocky, the blonde punishing her right back with a cross to the middle of her guard, then chopping right hands into Mathilde’s tummy, folding her in half repeatedly. Mathilde trapped, trying to stay alive in last thirty seconds but grunting as Martha pumps in those fists, packing leather straight to the middle of firm belly puh puh puh puh. Mathilde gasping, clinching forward, gives the blonde a taste of her own medicine when she manages to wrestle around, using her body to pin to the turnbuckle and then wailing away on Martha’s own stomach with lefts and rights. Bell rings and both girls still firing cylinders at each other within the clinch, determined to out-punch the other… Referee has to step in and pry them apart, but not before they take mutual (ineffective) swipes at one another’s heads. Round 4: Animosity carries on to the next round when Martha taunts at Mathilde in the opening seconds with a ‘Bring it on!’ gesture, complete with a sly smile curved upwards on her lips, which sends Mathilde into a wild frenzy as she charges into the blonde’s waiting arms. Martha at first slightly worried by aggressive punches flung at her, trying to trap her in the corner like she did to her foe last round. But Mathilde’s blind rage proves to be her blind downfall as Hunt sees an opening in between the blows and SWEEPS Mathilde across the cheek once, twice - Danish girl’s eyes go wide with surprise as she’s sent spiraling into the ropes… And here comes a steady Hunt… goodness - just methodical ramming of fists straight up into her opponent’s gut. Mathilde’s body jerking in the clinch, unable to escape, lips sucking on blonde shoulder as her body’s broken down and dissected. Final uppercut to the paunch lifts Goehler off her feet a few inches - Mathilde hugging her tummy with both hands as her knees give way and she comes back down in a heap, last thing registering in her pleading eyes is the sight of Hunt’s smug face. “Stay down, won’t you?” she says, before the referee steps in to start the count. Mathilde’s pained expression transforms into pure rage at the blonde’s words, with a loud grunt pulls herself back up slowly with a firm grip on the top ropes. Darn it if this stupid blonde’s gonna steal her freakin’ spotlight, Mathilde thinking to herself. With steely expression, brunette recovers by the count of 7, growls at the referee to ‘Let the blonde b*tch come at her!’ Fight resumes and Martha knows what to do despite it being her first match. The blonde charges straight back into the fray with another one-two under-hook that slam into Mathilde’s side with dull OUUFF and a HUUOFH. Mathilde however otherwise managing to fend off her assailant with her guard intact. Slowly but surely, the Danish girl answers back with right hands out of nowhere connecting with Martha’s face, and the rookie seems unable to capitalize on her earned knockdown and instead is on the receiving end of Mathilde’s counter blows. The round ends with Martha staying back with caution, her own face turning a bright shade of pink from the abuse. Shame that she couldn’t put her opponent away and of course Mathilde having the last laugh as she scrapes a comeback. Round 5: It looks that the rookie is a rookie for a reason - Martha seems all out of tricks in the fifth, trouble matching Mathilde’s offense with her own for a good part of the round. Mathilde not wasting time to question why, snapping jab after jab into the face and snapping the head back repeatedly. Martha like a different animal all of a sudden, taking blows and trouble giving back, seems like her spirit’s suddenly broken from that failure to put Goehler away last round. Still, Mathilde has to be careful not to get cocky - Martha’s wild swings able to take her head off all the same. But she seems more focused this round, plugs her fists one after another into Hunt’s tummy, folding her body over, then finishes the combo with a SNAP of an uppercut that lands straight on the jaw... And Martha goes down flat on her back, floored by that big right hand! Mathilde’s turn to gesture knowingly to the crowd, grinning all the way back to corner. Martha’s chest still rising and falling, eyes blinking up at ceiling as the referee begins the count. 3...4… Hunt’s near the ropes, using it as leverage that enables her to sit back up. 5...6… Mathilde blowing kisses to the crowd on either corner, but both eyes spying on her opponent’s slow rise back up, shaking the grogginess from her head. Martha finally makes it back at the count of 7, but before Mathilde can charge in to finish the job, the referee rings the bell and the round’s done! Round 6: Martha on downward spiral now, slow to rise from her stool. Mathilde bunching up her gloves smack smack in intimidating stance, eager to get back at Hunt for her earlier embarrassment. Mathilde whacking away the blonde’s forearms methodically, slapping them left right left right, letting out a wild cry louder and louder as she puts in more and more power into those punches. With a final gasp of surrender, Martha too spent to even raise her guard as her back hits the ropes and there's no more room to escape. Mathilde puts her weight into a final right hand, lets it fly straight through the middle of Martha’s guard and into her pretty face! Dull groan as Martha’s face disappears in leather, specks of red flying from her nostrils as she collapses face forward onto the canvas. She’s completely knocked out! Referee doesn’t bother counting as it’s clear Martha’s not even making an effort to recover! It’s over! Official Decision: Mathilde Goehler defeats Martha Hunt via KO6!
*** After: Brunette understandably more than pissed off, quickly shedding her gloves and straddling the blonde, eliciting a loud groan when her bum planted firmly down on tummy. Then, Goehler proceeding to slap the blonde silly on her face, alternating each word with a stinging blow to the cheek: “Stupid. Bimbo. B*tch! Think you can… beat… ME??” Martha’s sobs getting louder and louder, but to her credit she starts fighting back, managing to grasp a fistful of brunette hair and TUGS with all her might. Both girls end up squealing loudly on canvas, rolling about and snapping punches into each other’s face, and officials have to rush in to break up the wild melee. First match of the afternoon and we’re already seeing a long and drawn rivalry between these two girls!
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Post by caspian2 on Jun 2, 2017 1:19:44 GMT
2. Pia Miller vs Belen RodriguezPia:(34, 5’9, 2:2 BBU, SIRENs) Belen:(33, 5’9, 2:0 BBu, BBU Free) Before: Both Pia and Belen looking incredibly comfortable and as though in their natural element. “We grew up right here in paradise,” Pia smiles at reporters, acknowledging that both South American beauties used to the sand, surf and sun. “I think we’re a good fit for one another,” Pia continues, watching Belen nod her head slowly at the other end of the room. Belen’s turn at the mic sees her agreeing wholeheartedly, albeit slight nervousness in her tone. “I haven’t fought in a while, but it doesn’t mean I’m completely rusty. I’m still going to fight to preserve my win streak.” Pundits looking forward to this exotic match-up. If there’s any two competitors who fit the setting more, it’s these two, striding along the beach in their floral bikinis, contrasting against their tanned, toned bodies, large sun hats and sunglasses only removed once in the ring. Both ladies still chilling and all smiles at their opposing corners - not sure whether here to sunbathe or fight. But when the bell finally rings, both turn serious, Pia putting up her white gloves and Belen her red mitts as they stride towards each other. *** Rounds 1-2: Belen has trouble finding her footing early in the first round - been a while since she’s been back here after all. This doesn’t bode well for her, allowing Pia to dominate the first two rounds at will. Pia Miller at first more cautious at her opponent’s experience over her, but after the first few punches slip effortless pass Belen’s defenses and make contact with her face, Pia gets bolder, much to the dismay of the local crowds, who moan every time Belen’s head gets knocked backwards with a hard blow. Belen of course firing the occasional hook back at Pia, but the latter’s continued jabbing taking up her attention, and Belen gets more or less shut out from points. This of course does wonders for Pia’s ego as she gets more and more occupied with offense that she starts neglecting her footwork and guard. SIRENs’ corner cautioning her against such reckless behavior in between rounds, but the brunette simply grins and shrugs it off dismissively. Round 3: Pia tries to exact similar strategy in the third, immediately charging at Belen at the bell and firing off hook after hook into her guard, is slightly dismayed when they fail to land on Belen’s face as expected. Belen clearly not giving up just yet, her forearms up high and tight, but Pia still succeeds in driving her backwards towards the ropes and goes for broke. Pia licking her lips, slamming mitts into tummy instead left right left right, thinks this show’s all hers and that Belen’s on downward spiral… but doesn’t spy counter-hooks thrown suddenly up high - first one dodged by Pia in the nick of time, second one hits Pia’s bundle of hair as she ducks under, but stunned surprise when the third of Belen’s bombs comes swooshing upwards from below: uppercut straight into the jaw! Miller seeing stars as her head snapped backwards, legs forced backwards as the crowd roars its approval. Pia grunting but clear that she saw that punch as a lucky fluke, comes charging right back in with a shake of her head in denial, but gets her face WHIPPED left-right by Belen’s follow-up punches that come swift and painfully. Belen steady, bouncing on toes, doesn’t charge after her retreating foe, liking how things are going just fine, thank you very much. Pia looks hurt by those big blows, her face more of stunned silence - what the hell? I thought I was f*cking winning?? must be her thought-process, but referee rings for the bell to end the round before definitive conclusion can be reached. Could this be turning point for Rodriguez though? Round 4: Pia now heeding her trainer’s advice to the letter, coming out of corner quick and fast but choosing to circle around Belen like a shark instead of charging in like a foolhardy bull. Take some chunks of flesh off her opponent first, she decides. Belen still hurt, that much is clear, doesn’t chase after Miller immediately, but rather both girls exchange long range jabs at each other. Yet, Pia is the one inflicting more pain than receiving, targeting both sides of the face then bouncing out of way when Belen opts for wild swings again. Pia regaining her footing bit by bit, especially in the middle when she scores a right hook straight to the cheek, staggering the big girl into the ropes. But Pia hesitates a little too long, memory of last round’s punishment still fresh in her mind. That leaves Belen all the time in the world to recover and avoid a knockdown from the Siren. Pia back in dominant fashion, that’s for sure, but that failure to finish her foe off may cost her later in the match. Round 5: Pia continuing with her pestering strategy, still looking energetic as f*ck as she encircles Belen and plants fist after fist into her chest and body. Belen looks like she’s gonna get shut out yet again, but rallies towards the last minute when she decides to swing for the fences. A right straight hand comes out of nowhere in Hail Mary move, slamming straight into the middle of Pia’s hasty guard. The blow is so strong that it almost knocks Pia over, but she stumbles on her feet and falls back into the ropes to avoid that humiliation. But that gives Belen the opening she desperately needs, trapping Pia on the ropes now with blow after blow to her sternum, jerking her body in half, then going up top with hooks to her earmuffs. Thankfully, Pia still alive, covering up best she can and avoids those certain-knockout blows to her face that would hurt if they landed. Can’t say the same for her body though as Belen just cleaning house as though making up for loss punches in previous four rounds, leaving Pia sputtering and gasping on the ropes at the bell. What a comeback from Rodriguez, but pundits argue that it was due to Pia’s sloppiness than anything. Round 6: Pia’s face turning crimson in between the rounds, but not due to any punches or anything… The Chilean’s temper flaring as she seems to argue with trainers over wanting to do things her way. Bell rings and both girls collide right in the center, intent on hurting the other once and for all. Quite clear, however, how the exchange is going from the look on SIRENs’ Head Trainer Henry Carvill’s shocked face: Pia getting rocked with left and right blows, her face eating an unhealthy amount of blows from a determined Belen. Another right hand to Pia’s cheek wipes the confidence from her expression as she feels Belen’s power behind each punch. With a groan, another punch lands, and then another - now Pia’s trying to back away, her hands going up defensively, but Belen’s not letting her go that easily, jams a clean uppercut right below the jaw, and Pia crumples down to the ground! Belen jumping up and down for joy, acknowledging the roar of the crowd as she strides back to corner. Pia collapsing onto her side and now lying flat on her back, stunned expression staring up at the bright sunlight. 3...4… With a dull groan, Pia begins long road to recovery, first managing to sit up on her hunches, then gazing longingly at the ropes a few metres too far, eyes fluttering in desperation. 5… 6… SIRENs’ corner of course doing their best to encourage, shouting (more like screaming) at their girl to get the f*ck up. Pia doing her best, and to her credit, manages one knee but the other wobbling uncontrollably. 7...8… With a heave and every muscle straining, Pia manages to get back up to her feet! But now she has the daunting task of surviving another minute in the round against a refreshed and very determined Belen Rodriguez. Referee certainly not showing any sympathy - once Pia’s on her feet he waves for the match to continue. And predictably, here comes Belen, stalking in quick and close. Pia barely even raising her gloves when Rodriguez snaps a left-right straight into the gut, continues pounding away and sending Miller back to the ropes intermittently wailing on her forearms. This time however nowhere for Pia to run - she simply doesn’t possess the strength or agility to escape any more. Belen putting in everything in those punches, systematically swatting away Pia’s pesky forearms, succeeds a little more and more with each devastating hook that elicits a cry of desperation from Pia. Thirty seconds left and Belen AGAIN JAMS a right hand straight down the middle through opening she created between Pia’s guard, glove disappears into Pia’s face and the Siren lets out a strangled cry… AND DOWN SHE GOES AGAIN, body rebounding against ropes and face sent sprawling down onto canvas!! It’s another knockdown from the Argentine!! This MUST be it folks! Belen certainly thinks so - this time calmly striding around Pia’s fallen form, one arm raised high in the air in confident victory pose...BUT WAIT - Pia’s still getting up! Audience’s shocked gasps soon turn into full blown chanting ‘PIA! PIA! PIA!!” encouraging the Siren as she attempts to get back to her feet. Not an easy task, certainly, now red streaks flowing down from one nostril from the damage Belen inflicted on her nose moments before. But Pia clenching her teeth in a low growl, ignoring the pain that must be wracking her body and pulling herself back up by the count of 8! Belen looks completely stunned over at the other end of the ring, eyes wide and mind racing as to how much more can this girl take?? Pia steadying herself for what’s sure to be last charge of her opponent, but referee’s still checking on her bleeding nostril. What’s this - he’s waving wildly to the ring official, who rings the bell and ends the fight! Look of confusion from both girls as well as ringside as they wonder what the hell’s going on. “Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has called a stop to this contest in the sixth round. Due to serious injury barring her opponent from continuing... your winner by Technical Knockout…. BELEN RODRIGUEZ!!” Official Decision:: Belen Rodriguez defeats Pia Miller via TKO6!
*** After: Howls of protests erupt from not just the SIRENs’ corner but also majority of the crowds in the rafters at the shock decision. None the least from Pia Miller, who immediately confronts the referee in a corner, arguing that she’s still good to go, but the referee merely shrugs, walking over to Belen and raising her hand high in the air. Belen of course stunned at first, but who’s she to question the judgement of the professional? She finally succumbs, breaks into a wide beaming smile… that’s suddenly wiped when Pia decides to tackle her fellow competitor from behind, sending both girls squealing to the ground in a heap of tangled hair and limbs. Well, Pia certainly looks less than ‘seriously injured’ from this angle - could this be the controversy of the day? Some pundits however arguing that Pia was about to go down anyway - one more punch from Belen would have done the trick. But tell that to the screeching girl now if you can, straddling her foe’s waist and raining down punches from above in clear resurgent fashion. Ring officials soon restore order by pulling both girls apart, Pia still kicking, screaming and of course cursing at Belen in her native tongue, vowing revenge. All that talk about sun, sand and sea a million miles away as the girls shed their respectful facade now that victory has been declared for on girl and not the other.
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Post by caspian2 on Jun 2, 2017 1:22:32 GMT
3. Hailey Clauson vs Bridget Malcolm Hailey:(22, 5’11, 1:3 BBU, SIRENs) Bridget:(25, 5’11, BBU Debut, Free Agent) Before: Hailey's still bitter after the Kelly Gale Unanimous Decision defeat. This sparks trouble for the newcomer. “I’m slightly pissed that my management feels that all I can handle right now is a complete newbie,” Hailey says through clenched teeth. “I mean, who is this Bridget character? Just another unknown model from Australia, apparently. I’ve handled worse.” The American bombshell crosses her arms at the table, looking stunning as ever in her white bikini top and denim short shorts. Bridget Malcolm is of course far from just ‘another unknown model’, having cat-walked for a variety of organizations like Victoria’s Secret. “I get the feeling that I’m being underestimated by this American bimbo, don’t you?” Bridget laughs with the audience as she takes her turn at the mic. “I’ve watched Hailey’s tapes - all she does is yak yak yak, but when it comes down to action in the ring, she always comes up short. Today will be no exception.” Girls face off in the center podium, looking stunning after having stripped down to their bikinis and gloves. Hailey as mentioned in white top, red thong below, black gloves, whilst Bridget going for conservative black bikini and white gloves. Both blondes have the same reach and height, but Hailey looking more domineering due to her heavier-set hips. Referee calls for the start of the match and here we go with ten rounds of Welterweight action: *** Round 1: What’s this? New girl looks like she wants to brawl!? Hailey slightly concerned when Bridget comes charging straight at her at the bell. Of course, Clauson refusing to back down, and the girls get down and dirty straight away with huge punches to the face and into the body! Mutual grunting as they take turns hurting each other by slapping leather on skin, Bridget showing she has the power and what it takes to rock even someone like Hailey with left right big hooks, but Hailey’s pride making her come back with stunning uppercuts straight into Bridget’s tummy and chin, bunching the Australian up and then knocking her head backwards from those right hands that land straight under the jaw. Bridget’s courage certainly to be commended, but she may have bitten off more than she can chew here, getting pushed backwards towards the end by a rage-filled Clauson, who’s clenching her teeth and just putting her power behind punches as she walks Malcolm down towards the ropes. Bridget is getting overpowered all the way until the bell - whatever made her think she could go toe-to-toe with someone like Clauson must be misguided. Clauson certainly offended, huffs loudly when the bell rings and the referee pulls her off Bridget who sags into the ropes: “You wanna fight, b*tch?? Hope you enjoyed THAT.” Crowd of course cheering at how quickly the fight dissolved into wild brawl - not complaining either way. Round 2: Bridget a smart girl though, learns to adapt almost immediately in the opening minute when she refuses to charge at Hailey. Instead, she runs out of the f*cking way when the big blonde comes barreling towards her. Malcolm choosing hit-and-run, picking her jabs as she side-steps Hailey’s punches and jams her own glove into the blonde’s cheek and that tough hide. Bridget showing off technical side of hers, but still has to be mindful of Clauson’s resolve - Siren still flinging wild punches in her direction… if Bridget’s not careful… POW! Speak of the devil… Hailey catches Bridget with a wild backhand counter blow, glove contorting her face for a second then sends her spinning back into the ropes from the force. Gleeful look on Hailey’s face as she comes in charging, plugs left-right into tummy then goes to work on her chin with short and stiff uppercuts that damage, before Bridget has sense to clinch forward. But again, she didn’t get the memo - heavier set Clauson simply exerts herself on the poor Australian girl, shoving her back easily and then continuing to punish the midsection with chopping lefts and rights. Bridget finally saved by the bell as she struggles to cover up her head, whilst Hailey confidently raising an arm to the crowd, small smirk on her face as she continues to exert her dominance. Round 3: Seems like this here’s a perfect rebound for Hailey - Bridget is simply struggling to deal with her powerful punches. The Australian once again tries evasion as an effective strategy, choosing hit-and-run tactics when Hailey gets too near to her. For a while, it seems to work, exploiting Hailey’s weak stamina with her own agile moves. Hailey eating one too many punches to the lips and nose, which are beginning to redden considerably. But the Siren not entirely impotent either, catches Malcolm up top with some big hooks, throwing her off balance from the sheer strength put into each punch. Towards the end of the round, Bridget gets careless, allows herself to get trapped on the ropes, leaving Hailey all the room needed to step in beside her and plug the belly with right hand puh puh puh puh - Bridget completely helpless as she flails about and tries to protect herself, to little avail. Round 4 and Bridget not looking swell - red marks dotting the extent of her toned body, bearing the marks of Hailey’s abuse. Clauson smiling to herself as she surprisingly doesn’t charge forward immediately at the bell, allowing Bridget to reflexively get away from her. What the hell? Could it be that Hailey’s exhausted from repeated chasing? Curious Bridget certainly seems to assume so, takes few steps forward and starts pestering Hailey with multiple jabs to her guard, a few even piercing the tummy and drawing ouufs from the Siren. But no - it’s a trap! Hailey feigns tiredness and defeat, allowing Bridget to get close, even letting her score with punches which makes it more convincing… only for Hailey to counter with a wild right hook out of nowhere that lands square on Bridget’s face and swivels her head to one side! Bridget spinning downwards from that one blow! Hailey huffing down at the fallen blonde: “YOU F*CKING LIKE THAT, HUHH??” before the referee herds her back to the corner and begins the count. 3...4… Bridget still lying on her side, but still alive, has immense difficulty trying to sit up and get to the ropes. 5...6… Kudos to Malcolm for having some fighting spirit left in her bruised body - slow and steady she rises to both feet using the top rope for leverage. Some glimmer of hope still sparking in her eyes as she’s intent on winning this fight somehow or other. Round ends however immediately after, preventing Hailey from going back in to finish the job, but clear from her cruel expression that she plans to end things in the next round. Round 5: Clauson sheds any pretense once the bell rings, clearly charges for the damaged Malcolm, who’s expecting the onslaught, but somehow her legs don’t move as fast as they used to - that knockdown still clearly having a dizzying effect on her mind. Bridget succeeds in getting in one or two warning jabs to Hailey’s face, before the Siren simply barrels into her, their bodies colliding with a meaty SMACK. Clauson excelling in clinch-fighting, exploits the blonde’s shock by burying her right hand into Bridget’s midsection over and over again, holding her steady with other arm around the waist and driving her backwards step by step. Bridget gasping with shock, mouth open each time her body is plundered by leather, soon her back hits the ropes and all semblance of defense just gone, as her attention now on trying to protect her waistline with both hands, but Clauson now alternating between torturing the body and jamming fist straight up into the jaw. Final punch to the tummy bends Bridget over, jerking her body forward, arms circling around Hailey’s waist for mere support, her face now plunged into Hailey’s massive chest. Merciless to the end, Clauson continues her pounding of the blonde’s body all the way to the end... before the referee FINALLY jumps in and calls it off! Bridget slides down to her knees, body sagging from the damage, arms still pawing at Hailey’s long thighs as she struggles for air. Official Decision: Hailey Clauson defeats Bridget Malcolm via TKO5!
*** After: Hailey liking her victory pose very much, plunging one hand condescendingly into Bridget’s head whilst raising other hand to the cheering crowds as the cameras flash, capturing her moment of dominance in the ring. Hailey looks down at the pooling Bridget, has some choice words of venom for her, but Bridget only blinking in response up at her tormentress. Hailey then shoves her off with a push, sending Bridget crashing down to her side, completely defeated. “What the f*ck did I tell you??” Hailey bellowing to reporters later on as her chest swells with victory. “I’m the real deal, and anyone who questions me is gonna face my wrath!” Certainly looks that way from how this match went, but of course pundits pointing out that no way to tell if Clauson is back in form or the newcomer simply was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Bridget of course seeing herself as more than mere cannon fodder, later tells reporters dejectedly: “Of course I’m disappointed by my debut performance, but mark my words, this won’t be my last fight in the ring.”
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Post by caspian2 on Jun 2, 2017 1:24:53 GMT
4. Co-Main Event: Petra Nemcova vs Amy Willerton Petra:(38, 6’0, 3:0 BBU, SIRENs) Amy:(25, 5’9, 2:2 BBU, BBU Free) Before: Payback in the works as not the first time Amy Willerton’s been invited to SIRENs’ Headquarters. Petra not mincing words either once both girls have taken their seats. “Amy got the better of Danielle the last time she was here, and we offered her another fight immediately after… against me,” Petra smiling sweetly at the audience, trying of course to be as respectful as she can against their guest in the house. “We Sirens have a saying,” the big blonde continues. “Mess with one us, you get the whole house on your tail.” Amy with a confident smirk on her face as she cuts in from the other end. “That sounds fine by me, Petra. Danielle was easy meat, and I’m all for kicking another one of your pretty little asses tonight.” Petra squaring off with Amy at the podium, slight height advantage doing little to dissuade Willerton into glaring straight back into the Siren’s eyes with a confident look in her own face. Petra wearing an orange bikini set, red gloves, whilst Amy enjoying the cat-calls and whistles just moments prior when she stripped off her denim shorts to reveal a bright pink bikini that matches her top, complete with white gloves. Both blondes warm up in their corners until the referee readies them for the start of ten rounds of Welterweight action: *** Round 1: Nothing new from either girl as they come at each other in opening seconds with patented big hands. Amy and Petra both well-known for their strength and knockout power, which makes this all the more an intriguing match-up between both big bad blondes. Amy the younger and more energetic of the two, shocking the older woman with a slate of punches that make her think twice about having her revenge. Amy looking undeniably stunning as her toned body moving in a blur and her ponytail flying as she wrecks Petra’s guard with strong straights. Petra’s age certainly a factor against her this match-up, but hey when has that ever stopped her? She absorbs majority of Amy’s blows on her forearms, comes back with surgical counter hooks that surprise Willerton towards the end of the round, a few even landing on her cheek, swirling her to one side from the impacts. Certainly a test of wills as well as strength as both girls conclude the first round already looking tired. Round 2: Younger girl shows plenty of sprite when she starts the round like a ball of energy, circling the older woman and slamming leather into cheek after cheek. Reason why Willerton’s already 1-0 against members of the Sirens, could this here be her second victory in a row, against the unofficial leader nonetheless? Petra growling as though she disagrees with the assessment, powers through the round and surprisingly scores more and more often towards the end, whacking shots into Any’s flimsy guard and scoring shots to the tummy. Amy starting off in stronger position than ending it, panting and hunched over at the bell as Petra’s power starts taking its toll. Round 3: Start of the third and Sirens’ corner getting more and more confident, fingers crossed for that one all-encompassing death hook for their girl to land and claim victory. Amy doing her best to avoid such a fate, moving about the ring now more than ever, jabbing relentlessly but only seems to infuriate Petra even more. Breakthrough for the Siren comes in the middle of the round when Amy gets unlucky, eats a left jab followed immediately by a power cross to the face. Confusion follows as she’s thrown back into the ropes covering her pained expression, and Petra just capitalizes by wading in and brutalizing the midsection with thudding under hooks. Far from over, but looks all downhill for Willerton from then on, as she struggles to stay alive for rest of the round. Round 4: Disheveled appearance of the blonde says it all, breathing heavily as she starts the round. Petra no different, but more so from lack of stamina than receiving end of damaging punches, the Siren still holding an arm up high to the cheering crowd at the start of the round, small smile on her face. Amy not liking the disrespect, starts off with a pounding on the blonde’s chest and nose, snapping jab jab jab past Petra’s defenses. Crowd groaning with each plastered punch, but Petra remaining calm, answering back with thundering blows to Amy’s flanks above the waistline, almost folding her in half at certain moments. Amy getting more reckless as she gets frustrated - gonna cost her soon enough when she walks into another such brutal combo - Petra banging away on her sides then going to town on the poor blonde, left hook right hook straight to the face sends Amy sprawling downwards in agony! It’s a knockdown for Petra Nemcova!! Power revealing itself from that flurry of heavy punches. Petra certainly vilified as she struts her stuff back to corner. She’s got the crowd on their feet, mixture of cheers and those who have not been fully convinced, edging on Willerton to get back up to her feet, but the blonde’s struggling to get back off her back, shaking her head in agony every time she bends her bruised torso and tries to sit up. Referee counting her out diligently, hits 9 and Willerton’s still on her knees, struggling to rise. He hits 10 and it’s over!! Official Decision: Petra Nemcova defeats Amy Willerton via KO4.
*** After: Elation from SIRENs’ corner as their dominant victory sealed over this past antagonist. Danielle Robertson particularly celebratory, entering the ring first to raise Petra’s hand and then shoot insults at Willerton’s corner. Amy being revived and restored in the other corner, barely registering Danni’s death stares. But Petra showing why she’s the defacto leader of the group, graciously walking over to Amy and offers to shake her hand in congratulatory good effort put on today. Willerton visibly moved, perhaps was worried about the rest of the Sirens stable pouncing on her like rabid animals, but Petra putting a stop to that effectively. So far, dominant performances by the Sirens. And we move on to the last match of the afternoon with both competitors eager to get started.
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Post by caspian2 on Jun 2, 2017 1:27:06 GMT
5. Main Event: Diana Korkunova vs Lily-Rose Depp Diana:(21, 5’5, 2:2 BBU, SIRENs) Lily-Rose:(18, 5’3, BBU Debut, Free Agent) Before: Two little cuties go at it but Diana has the slight experience edge over the rookie, at least according to pundits who are eager to see Diana get back into the ring and for Lily-Rose to make her debut. Diana frustrated so far in her career choices, thought that she would be on the way to the BBU top right about now, but setbacks in past few fights have thwarted those efforts. Which makes Lily-Rose a confident little adversary for Korkunova, feeling she can be the one to thwart those plans a little further. “Diana’s wounded, she’s hurt. She’ll make a great debut for me,” Lily-Rose stating confidently with a nod. Diana however looking as upbeat as always, ignoring Lily-Rose’s negative vibes. “I remember when I was that young and innocent,” she laughs, before addressing Lily directly at the other end of the table. “If you’re looking for a great debut, you’re gonna get it. But don’t expect to win today, babe.” Tiny terrors facing off in the center of the stage, cheerful smirks hiding their anxiety deep within. Lily-Rose dressed in pink sports bra and grey cotton shorts, whilst Diana in black bikini top, dark blue denim short shorts. Once their in the ring, both girls don their boxing gloves and the referee begins the match with a ring of the bell. *** Round 1: And we’re off to a quick start - or should I say both girls off to a zealous bell - my my how lightning fast they're going at each other! Lily something to prove as she terrorizes her opponent with a torrent of jabs flicked at the head. Diana may be facing one of her toughest challenges tonight as Lily proves to have the speed and tenacity to match her own. Diana’s speed effectively negated as she tries to create some space between them but fails, with Lily crowding in close whenever she can and peppering the forearms, not giving Diana much breathing space at all. Still, Korkunova resilient, fires back whenever she can, mid-round tagging Lily on the nose with three consecutive snap jabs - highlight exchange of the round right there. Round ends and both girls are still smiling, curiously, despite Lily’s quantity of punches she doesn't seem to have hurt Diana much during her brief reign of terror. Rounds 2-3: Second and Third follow same pattern as both girls continue to expend their energy reserves. Lily looking to prove she belongs, that's for certain, now switching strategy and tagging her leather gloves into Diana’s chest and tummy, forcing the Siren to adapt quickly or else get her midsection tenderized well. Third sees breakthrough for Korkunova when she catches Lily with a wild counter-hook - Lily looks completely stunned by that one - possibly the hardest she’s ever been punched in the face in her life, and it shows as she staggers to the right and tries to right herself. Diana too slow to capitalize though and lets Rose get away from her. Both girls reset and resume jabs from afar to effectively even both rounds. Round 4: Pundits of course wondering what's going on with Diana as she’s slower than usual on her feet. Could be those pesky overseas trips to Japan and her back-to-back fights finally taking a toll on the Siren. No mercy from Lily, obviously, as she begins to exploit Diana’s weakness, traps her against the ropes in last minute and just goes to town with all her strength! Lily experimenting with hooks of her own as she plunders vulnerable tummy with left and right under hooks, occasionally slamming high and catching Diana off guard with plenty of bruising punches to the face. Luckily, Korkunova saved by the bell and Lily’s punches don't seem to be enough to put her down. Frustrated blonde storming off to her own corner, wondering how else she could be winning this fight. Diana not as optimistic, keen observers noticing a trickle of red from one side of her lip, obviously cut open from that last flurry to her face. Round 5: More of the same in the fifth as Lily gets enthusiastic about her knockout chances, overly-eagerly comes at the Siren wanting to brawl. Plugging right hands come chugging into Diana’s gut as she overly favors her head, but Lily’s content with tummy torture. Diana looking in trouble in the mid-round, clinching forward when she has nowhere else to go. No argument from Lily as she takes advantage of the position, doing what her coaches taught her before - jamming her right hand deeper and deeper into Diana’s stomach. Diana seems like she’s in even greater sh*t now, gawking and gasping every time fist lands on paunch, but Lily-Rose still not doing enough to finish her foe off, punches reddening skin but not bruising enough to break her. Diana even having the sense to wrestle about the younger woman, pinning her to the ropes instead and slamming occasional right hands into Lily’s ears, stemming the complete rout for the Siren. Round 6: Things not looking good for Diana though - she needs to rally if she wants to come out on top this round. Opening exchange sees both girls visibly slowing down, Lily-Rose particularly affected, not used to going beyond round 5. Diana however takes advantage, steps on accelerator and brings the fight to her, exploiting Lily’s lethargy with jabs and crosses that fly past her defenses and into the face repeatedly. Lily groaning and moaning, eats a particularly nasty right hand down the stretch that opens a cut on her own upper lip! Trickle of red now flowing down side of her mouth. Crowds of course liking this she-did-this-so-I-f*cking-want-payback attitude from Diana, who’s grinning mischievously behind her gloves at her own handiwork. Blood flow definitely affecting Lily’s state of mind, not to mention the stinging pain in her mouth as Diana not relenting the abuse one bit - continuing to slam mitts into her opponent’s cheek but targeting the supple lips deliberately. Lily thrown on the defensive as she tries to protect her head but can't stop the precision punches from landing, left panting and semi-dazed when the bell rings, one eye squeezed shut from supposed swelling already forming below. A good, dominant round for Diana as her confidence renewed. Round 7: Here we go: Lily keen on vengeance herself, surprises the brunette in the opening minute with a flurry of jabs thrown at her mouth in retaliation, but Diana dealing with them comfortably. Looks like Lily wants blood, literally, going after big hooks now to cut Diana once again and re-open that gash on her lip. One or two punches landing, but Korkunova showing her resilience by taking the blows and then dishing out counter-hooks to Lily’s already swollen face, knocking the rookie’s head left and right. Lily gasping in shock as the blows come one after another... before she can rally Diana plants an uppercut right to the base of her chin and she flies backwards and off her feet! Audience roaring as Lily hits the floor on her back - it’s a knockdown for Diana in the second minute! Diana’s face turns from frustration to brief flash of relief then unexpectedly genuine concern for her fallen foe, but referee herds her back to corner before she can step closer. Lily slowly rolling over on her belly, arms and legs straining with sweat as she grits her teeth and attempts to rise, the crowd actually chanting her name to get her back in the fight. Diana watching closely from corner, emotions churning again when Lily does mange to get back up at the count of 8 but sways a little as though she’s about to fall forward again, then steadies herself. The fight’s back on with one minute left on the clock! Diana chugging forward slow and steady, tests Lily’s resolve with a further jab jab jab that land almost cleanly on the younger girl’s face. Lily barely able to stand at this point, let alone swat away incoming fists. Diana firing up the pace little by little: one-two low-hooks bend Lily over, then final right hook slams cleanly into the cheek and sends her sprawling down wards yet again! Could this be it!? Diana showing even more concern now as she hovers over her opponent’s prone body, even more worried when Lily’s bloodied mouth lets out another groan as she tries pushing herself back up again! My gosh can this girl take a beating! Lily pushing herself up on her elbows, then sitting up on her knees, the crowd gasping in shock as her cut lip provides a gruesome image of the blonde sucking in air whilst having to spit blood back out at the same time. With horror in Diana’s eyes now Lily pulls herself back up by the ropes by the count of 9! Siren reluctant to do more damage but Lily’s giving her little choice… She knows that there's less than 30 seconds left on the clock and chooses to do the merciful thing. Siren wades in and slams punch after punch straight into Lily’s tummy, but deliberately avoids the head. Referee sees that Lily’s no longer capable of fighting back as her arms hang listlessly to the side or cling on to the ropes for support, so the ref decides to end it right there and then! It’s over! Official Decision: Diana Korkunova defeats Lily-Rose Depp via TKO7
*** After: Grateful Diana catching Lily in an embrace as the latter tilts over from exhaustion, but not before she whispers some encouraging words in her ear. Referee and ring officials quickly taking over by prying the girls apart and escorting Lily to her corner, partly afraid that Diana has evil after-party intentions for her. But they don't know Diana well enough then. The Siren doesn't celebrate her win until after Lily is patched up and escorted backstage, hovering by her side constantly and even swatting away medics’ attention for her own bruised lip. Only then does Diana celebrate with an earnest grin to the crowds, of course joined by the rest of the Sirens as they celebrate. Another PPV come and gone, with the girls feeling grateful and a little more wizened from being banged up. That concludes SIR IV: Atlantis, live from the beautiful island of St Helena. No doubt the girls have earned their vacation after a vicious battle on the beach! See you next time!
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Post by Belen Rodriguez on Jun 2, 2017 18:03:25 GMT
Well, that was some fight! I knew that Pia wouldn't handle a defeat like a true lady should but what else is new? She's kinda trashy to begin with! Now I'm back in the elite contention and nothing else matters! Even Pia's butt-hurt ego! So, I hope the BBU is ready to enjoy my presence again because I'm not going anywhere... nor is my winning streak! xxx The future lightweight champion!!!
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Post by piapummel on Jun 5, 2017 9:21:54 GMT
My my Belen, already biting off more than you can chew? You got lucky the ref was PAID OFF in our match. I'll put you away earlier next time so there's no controversy over who's better!
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Post by Belen Rodriguez on Jun 5, 2017 16:42:11 GMT
Hey! It's your guys who PAID for the event! If anyone could blame the ref for a bad call, it should be me! But I sure whupped your ass so that everyone around had no questions who's the deserving winner! Let's get real, I'm the better woman and you can do NOTHING about it!
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