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Post by caspian2 on Aug 27, 2017 11:34:12 GMT
Greetings and welcome to SIR V: Maelstrom! We're live from SIRENs HQ in Edinburgh city and boy do we have an exciting card for you tonight! When two unstoppable forces collide you get a storm of epic proportions!
On the official match card tonight: 1. Danielle Robertson vs Rachael Finch
2. Clara Alonso vs Alicia Medina
3. Pia Miller vs Jayne Moore
4. Co-Main Event: Melissa Satta vs Tamara Ecclestone
5. Main-Event: Petra Nemcova vs Jenna Pietersen
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Post by caspian2 on Aug 27, 2017 11:39:36 GMT
1. Danielle Robertson vs Rachael Finch Danielle:(23, 5’11, 2:3 BBU, SIRENs) Rachael:(29, 5’9, 1:1 BBU, Wildetime Boxing) BEFORE:
Pundits quite amazed that Dani already up and about after her recent bout (and controversial loss) to Devon Windsor, the blonde putting her down before the referee called off the match (in what Danielle curtly refers to as ‘biased b*stard’s blunder). Two weeks later, Dani already clamouring for another match to prove herself - one thing that can be said about this Australian is that she doesn't shy away from a beating. And a beating she’s assuredly promised, at least according to Rachael Finch, who’s eager to get back into the action after a lengthy break herself. Verbal sparring between the two girls says they both admire and want to hurt each other at the same time. “The fact that she’s a former champ impresses me definitely. But she’s a champ who hasn't seen much action in a while, and I’m gonna take advantage of that,” Danielle says, thinking she made the right choice in this match-up with a rusty fighter. Rachael looking slightly nervous, that's for sure, the 29- year old clinching the Lightweight title in her debut in 2012, but then her last win being only over Krystal Forscutt back in 2014. “I think this is the best opportunity to get back into the action, against someone who’s equally rusty, like Danielle.” Not sure whether that last statement was innocent or catty, but Danni read that last comment the wrong way, attempting to confront the former champ at first by getting up and striding towards her end of the table, but then cursing and storming off the stage when she’s held back by security forces. Girls get straight to entering the ring then: Danni in orange bikini, red gloves, whilst Rachael in blue and black, respectively. Here we go with ten rounds of Lightweight action! ROUND 1:Rachael hasn't fought in a while and her hesitation shows in the opening minute, hanging back and trying to fire off shots from afar. Curiously, Danni doing the same, the fact that she’s fighting a former champ perhaps also giving her pause. Jabs landing occasionally but not doing much damage to either girl, until the second minute when Danielle gets more adventurous and snaps the other girl’s head backwards with shots to the nostrils. Rachael gasping at these tough opening blows, perhaps the pain jogging her memory of what it’s like to get repeatedly punched in the face. Danni getting her confidence back in the last minute, now stalking the other brunette as she forces her backwards inch by inch towards the ropes. F*ck if the rest of those in attendance standing amazed at Robertson’s ill-treatment of a former champ so easily… Finch left reeling at the bell when another one-two shot grazes her chin. Referee stops the action and Danielle acknowledging her fans with one hand in the air as she makes her way back to corner. ROUND 2:Danielle thinking of possible knockout blow in the second round and chooses to go into high gear! The determined Australian hounding Rachael about the ring and not giving her any chance to retaliate before another jab combo snaps into her chin. In this way Danni outworks her older, more prestigious rival for the first two minutes of the round, Australian girl starting to feel in control of her destiny for the first time in a long while. Rachael focusing exclusively on defense this match so far, far cry from her earlier matches and dominant display that enabled her to clinch the title. Rachael’s corner shouting at her to get in there and fight, but the brunette seems scared of getting hit, allowing Danni to once again clinch the round by wide margin, but the consequence is she’s looking visibly more tired out as a result. ROUND 3:For all her flaws, Finch is still in no danger of getting knocked down. She’s lost the first two rounds but Danni getting frustrated by not making any progress to floor her to seal the deal. First minute sees Danni doing her best by ramping up the heat, hooks being blown left and right but Finch holding her own and biting back bit by bit, snagging the cheek in between Danni’s heavy rounds, slowly but surely taking back her round. Danni doesn’t realize she’s getting beaten back until it’s too late - last minute sees a sudden surge by Finch as she fires off combo after combo of jabs, a barrage of punches that leaves Danni scrambling for cover, but not before eating some stiff leather to her lips. Round ends with Finch now celebrating with a smile and Danni left wondering what the f*ck just happened there. ROUND 4:Finch rearing to go and Danielle acting defiant as the bell rings and both girls charge. Wild brawling action in the opening minute as neither girl deems it fit to back down, and they exchange fire to the head and body, rocking the other girl with heavy punches. Second minute see them both back off simultaneously to form damage assessment: Danielle panting hard, hands up high covering the face, but body showing red welts from tummy punching. Finch looks battered to the face, nursing a little reddened skin on her right cheek but other that the former champ looks eager to get back into the action. Last minute see both girls abandon their circling and start trading leather from close range yet again - Finch exclusively targeting the head whilst Danielle going after the body, but the Australian getting exasperated when a third punch to the gut seems to glance off her toned tummy… Instead, Danni gets her face WHIPPED to the side by a hard hook. UGHH! Finch looking on fire now, wading in and pounding the Australian’s head back further, follows up with another hook that crashes straight into her nose and lips! The Australian model is reeling backwards, looking hurt! Another one-two shot to the tummy doubles her over, then a snap uppercut to the chin CRUMPLES her on the spot! Is it over before it began?? Not so - Danielle grumbling to herself as she rises back to her feet at the count of 8, looking more pissed than hurt. But she can’t deny those shaky legs of her trying to keep her upright. Finch looks ready to finish her off, but the bell saves Robertson to fight another round. ROUND 5 and Danielle looking for some payback. Finch expects her to be hurt, not stride directly towards and then THUMP a right cross straight into her guard. Finch felt the power behind that blow, that’s for sure, as it sends her a few steps back - just enough time and space for Danielle to get in close and pound on the tummy. Good gosh - Danni not giving up on the body abuse, looking determined to break Finch in half, literally if she has to. Rachael fighting back by clinching up with her opponent, stopping the attack by eliminating the distance between them, and then only other option is to pound on Danielle’s sides and the ears, frustrating her with stiff shots dug into flesh. Danielle trying to get out of wrestling clinch, but the girls meet with an equal force as the time runs out on them both. Danielle almost cursing and resists the urge to take a last-minute swing at Finch’s head - thankfully gets restrained in time by the referee. ROUND 6:Both girls now rising from stool much slower than before, nursing some red bruises and bumps on their torsos. Rachael preps for the charge that never comes - instead, both girls circling each other, partly to catch their breaths, partly to not make a hasty mistake this late in the match. Of course, crowds came to see a fight, start chanting and urging them to get into each other’s faces. Rachael now first to get in range, shooting off a jab-jab combo that’s absorbed neatly on the arms. Rachael continuing to pound the long jab, occasionally slipping a punch past Danni’s defences, but doesn’t see that BIG counter-hook coming only after Danni successfully goads her into committing - right hand SWIVELS Rachael’s head on the spot as the former champ lets out a gurgle - she’s flung to the right from the wicked blow. Crowd on their feet as Danni steps in close to punish - right left right left up into the tummy keeps Rachael bent over as she’s draped helplessly on the ropes. Danni then snapping fists into the brunette’s chest and chin, sending her body convulsing in various directions. Where’s the bloody ref to call the match off when he needs to? Rachael looking all sorts of gone as her face is getting pounded silly, but the referee still refuses to issue a TKO decision. Instead, Danni hears the bell ring signalling the end of the round, lets out a crazed ‘NOO!! What the f*ck!?’ Rachael receiving saving grace by the bell, but honestly she’s looking like she’s in no condition to fight any longer: hunched over and gasping for air, examining damage to her body. Danni seems to agree, turning around to argue with the referee, who simply shrugs and orders her back to corner to prep for Round 7. ROUND 7:Doesn’t seem to be Danni’s night one bit - she just can’t seem to catch a lucky break so far in her career. She barrels out of corner looking to end the fight and regain her reputation once and for all. Rachael slow to rise and slow to start as well, but she seems ready for Danni: gloves start absorbing jabs and arms knocked about by the heavy hooks thrown at her face. Rachael regaining her footwork as she tries to use distance to negate much of Danni’s power punching. Danni instead getting tired out from chasing Rachael down, who doesn’t seem to want to engage. Suddenly, FInch rallies left just when Danni charges in right, with powerful hand designed to floor her - bad luck as Danni misses wide, goes barreling past Finch, spins back round and gets ROCKED by counter hook to the face from Finch, sending Danni pivoting on the spot and then crashing back into the ropes. Finch goes all in now: punches to unprotected stomach making Danni moan and groan on the ropes, then a ONE, TWO, THREE uppercut shots straight up between the forearms sends Danni’s head snapping back into the ropes and then SLIDING DOWN TO CANVAS IN A DAZE. It’s over folks! Danni’s knocked out completely - she’s making no attempt to climb back to her feet! Official Decision: Rachael Finch defeats Danielle Robertson via KO7.AFTER:“Hell YES I’m back and already eyeing the gold. Danni was tough but she’s still fighting like a rookie. Once I found out her routine I was ALL over her.” Finch beaming and wide-eyed as she talks to reporters later. Danielle Robertson finding herself in another hot mess as she recuperates in corner, tears forming at sides of eyes as she realizes she’s undeniably on a nasty losing streak. “F*ck this sh*t. I need to do something and fast,” is all she can manage to blubber to reporters, her voice shaking, before Head Trainer Henry Carvill carts her back to the locker room to reevaluate her future.
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Post by caspian2 on Aug 27, 2017 11:42:11 GMT
2. Clara Alonso vs Alicia Medina
Clara:(31, 5’9, 2:2 BBU, SIRENs) Alicia:(29, 5’9, BBU Debut, Free Agent) BEFORE:
War of the Spaniards continues with Clara Alonso facing off against newcomer Alicia Medina, after getting decked by Carmella Rose in her last outing. “I’m confident about winning this time,” Clara telling reporters candidly. “Alicia may share the same nationality as me, but damned if I’m gonna go down to f*cking* newbie!” Alicia letting the audience know what kind of character she is when she quips back immediately. “You’ve already gone down to more than one newbie, Alonso. But you're right about one thing - Spaniard or not, te conquistaré! (I will conquer you!)” Both conquistadoras face off on stage, continuing to insult each other in Spanish. Apparently Clara doesn't like something the new girl said (and unfortunately we don't have an interpreter on hand) but Clara lets her actions speak for her with a sudden tight SLAP off of Medina’s cheek, who GASPS out loud in shock before sending her own open palm SMACK back into Clara’s! And just like that the catfight’s on! Alas, wild melee is broken up before it gets real juicy, but both girls’ loose blouses are rendered torn and tattered, facilitating their prep for the in-ring action anyways. Clara still steaming as she undresses into red lingerie top and bottom, acknowledging the catcalls as she ties up her auburn hair behind in loose ponytail, still muttering curses. Alicia in gorgeous white bikini top and black thong below, giving Alonso a run for her money in the looks department. Referee wishes to prevent another wild brawl from occurring and best way to do that is to ring the bell! So here we go! ROUND 1:Clara Alonso looking for some redemption after her shock elimination at the hands of Rachel Hilbert just two weeks ago at the Victoria’s Secret boxing tournament - the Spaniard comes out of the gate swinging wildly at Medina, hoping to catch her off-guard or at least intimidate her into making a mistake or two. It seems to work for the first minute a half: Medina has panic all over her face as she tries to cover up and block the flurry of punches. Clara underestimating how fast Medina can move on her long legs however - the other Spaniard’s simply striding back or sideways out of harm’s way. Medina soon testing the waters herself, flicking jabs into openings she spots and actually lands more than her fair share of jabs that graze off Clara’s chin, one particular blow striking high just above the eye, stunning her for a second and forcing a retreat. Clara banking on the new girl hanging back out of hesitation, but hell no… Medina striding right after Clara, continuing to keep up the pressure with more * whap whap WHAP* of clear leather to the nose, then new girl swings a wild hook, WHICH CONNECTS! CLARA FLOORED DOWN TO HER SIDE as the hook impacts the full extent of her cheek! It’s a freakin’ KNOCKDOWN in the third minute of the first round for the new girl! Clara looking more shocked than hurt as she paws at the ropes in desperate attempt to recover from this humiliation. This girl can't catch a break, can she? Knocked down by two newbies in a row now. Crowd helping her along by chanting her name, and Clara manages to regain some dignity by rising back up by the count of 6. Still, a disastrous opening round for the Siren as she limps back to corner, giving Medina a confidence boost here, suddenly liking her chances of winning this match if she can dominate so easily and so early. ROUND 2:Medina knows what she has to do to put away her opponent, but can she do it? Spaniard comes out gate almost running, to the roar of the crowd that eggs her on - brunette jamming jab after jab into Clara’s face but Alonso blocking almost exclusively and the punches mainly hit her forearms. Medina seeks another dominant performance but she’s just hitting air instead, Clara determined not to let this turn into a two-round debacle. Second minute sees Medina step up the action: another one-two combo slaps into lips and grazes Clara’s chin, but before Medina can take advantage, Clara is already out of range, scrambling backwards. It’s debatable whether or not Alonso is making the right move here: on one hand she’s avoiding getting hit by retreating constantly, but on the other hand she’s far from winning this fight if she doesn’t at least hit back. Last minute sees Alonso realising this: she rallies, slamming a cross into Medina’s face with a sneak jab to the cheek as Medina gets sloppy and lets one in. Then another punch slams straight into her chest, shocking the brunette, who did not see that coming. Bell rings and Clara avoids a disaster, but neither girl looking particularly good this round. ROUND 3:With Medina good and tired already, here’s when Clara decides to show off what’s she learnt so far in her brief career. Siren feigns a defensive stance in opening seconds and then plants a one-two jab-jab straight into Medina’s face when the latter girl takes the bait and rushes in. Medina stunned on the spot, lets in another flurry of punches to the body, and covers up a little too late for damage to be avoided. Clara now advancing and attacking, taking the ground from her beleaguered opponent, who’s now forced to learn how to defend with some on-the-job training. When Medina puts her guard up Clara switches to intensive body work, slapping leather into tummy mercilessly until Medina is left breathless on the ropes repeatedly. Last minute sees Alicia just getting the f*ck out of Clara’s way, trying to create as much distance as possible and some breathing space. Clara perhaps wisely not pursuing, choosing to pace herself for the battle ahead, and round ends with girls on opposite corners. Comeback Alonso for sure! ROUND 4:Girls mutually decide to *not* back down in the fourth and we have a clash of leather and flesh right center stage! Clara first to swivel Alicia’s head to the side after a brief exchange of jabs and flailing of arms in faces. Alicia looks ready to lose her balance but manages to steady herself and fire back, momentum of her body sending a fist that JUGS Clara just below the chest, gurgling her in half. Girls go after each other’s bodies now in wild mauling action puh ugh puh aggh PUH HUGGH but still no one wants to back away. It’s only when Alonso switches again to jug attack mode that Alicia goes wide-eyed from shock - taste of her medicine perhaps a little too painful to swallow. Suddenly she’s desperately covering up her chest with both hands as she tries to get away, but obviously Clara not letting her. Clara manages to land half a dozen more blows to the face and body before the referee signals the end of round. Another dominant display from the Siren as she seems to have found her groove. Let’s hope she can sustain it! ROUND 5:Alicia still consciously covering her assets up with one arm draped across her jugs, her face with that please-don’t-hurt-me look as she walks slowly forward. Alonso doesn't look like she’s in a merciful mode, strides forward and immediately starts hounding Medina with powerful shots to her chest guard. Alicia in panic mode, trying to defend and retreat - her mistake comes when she tries to fight back, albeit valiantly with a right hand of her own - gets her cheek SHOCKED by brutal hook from Clara Alonso, who swivels the head at an ungodly angle backwards and sending spittle and mouthguard flying into the air. And down goes Alicia Medina!! Spaniard crumpling on the spot from that nasty punch! Clara looking confident as she paces back to neutral corner, small smile back on her face ever since the pre-fight. Referee doing his job, counting Alicia out. Medina must be thinking the count is going way too fast… Pain evident in her entire body as she screws her face up, but the valiant girl manages to make it up to her feet by the count of 8. However, there's still two minutes on the clock, folks… Clara already knows what she has to do - bell rings and here she comes… Alicia barely has her hands raised when she EATS another right cross straight to the mouth. Gurgles and grunts - her back hits the ropes and Clara JUST. WAILS. AWAY. Siren just *that* hungry for a victory here but STILL has trouble putting Medina down! Alicia’s head getting whipped left and right from the heavy slams but her guard still firmly transfixed over her face and so referee refuses to declare Alonso the winner just yet. Clara getting tired now, jamming her fists further up into Alicia’s body to discourage her some more. It works for a second - enough for an uppercut STRAIGHT to the chin and BAM - Alicia’s reeling and seeing stars - she slides down the ropes, her body pooling at Clara’s waist level. This must be it folks! Clara is exhausted herself, panting heavily over the fallen form of Alicia, too tired to even make it back to her corner. But what’s this - Medina is still f*cking alive! Spaniard is using Clara’s legs and waistline to haul herself back up to her feet. Clara glaring down at her wide-eyed herself, hissing and taunting, “Give the f*ck up already!” But advice falls on deaf ears - Alicia is on her knees at the count of 6… actually makes it back up to her feet by the count of 9, still tugging on Alonso’s body for leverage, lips sucking in air but pressed firmly to Clara’s belly. Alonso doesn't wait for the referee to resume, walks her backwards, pancaking her body against the ropes... The crowd of course licking this all up as the referee shrugs and waves for the final minute to continue. Girls are already in contact but truth be told neither girl has energy to continue. Clara breathing hot breath down onto top of Alicia’s head as she simply packs her gloves deep into the body over and over again. Dull moans coming from Alicia’s parted lips as she’s folded over repeatedly, the last of her strength leaving her body. Clara firing a final belly punch that effectively jerks her body off her feet, her body folding over the fist, then Alonso shoves her shoulders backwards as hard as she can. This time, Alicia tumbles into the ropes and melts on the spot, sliding down the ropes and staying there for good, her body battered and will broken. It’s over!! Official Decision: Clara Alonso defeats Alicia Medina via KO5.
After: Clara finally breaking the curse of her losing streak, and in decisive fashion too. The Siren, after regaining her strength, begins parading all four corners of the ring acknowledging her fans and totally ignoring her fellow compatriot still recovering in the corner. “One thing I’ll say about Alice - she has Spanish blood in her - that’s why she fought like a lioness tonight,” Clara grinning to reporters later on. “But she met a stronger and tougher queen in the pack. She has to make way or get eaten alive.” Alicia herself defiant when she recovers enough to form words, but suddenly full of praise for her opponent. “We both gave it our all. I’m still learning but she came out the better fighter tonight. Not so the next time we meet - I promise.”
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Post by caspian2 on Aug 27, 2017 11:44:04 GMT
3. Pia Miller vs Jayne Moore Pia:(34, 5’9, 2:3 BBU, SIRENs) Jayne:(5’10. BBU Debut, Free Agent) BEFORE:Pia looking furious at the pre-event after some recent losses, gesturing wildly at the taller blonde, her opponent tonight, who’s simply looking amused at her antics. “I’ll beat the stuffing out of her. I’ve had enough of this losing b*llsh*t!” Pia almost shouting into her mic to the shock of everyone in the audience. Jayne may be a newbie but she’s cutting an imposing figure in her white cotton undies, long blonde hair glowing down either shoulder. “She can throw a hissy-fit all she wants - she’s just making herself look weak,” Jayne saying confidently. “I’m excited to be here and make my debut against someone like Pia - I think it’s gonna spell success for me in the ring.” Fighting words from either girl making stare down at podium even more intense. Pia’s body wrapped in a black cotton bikini, white gloves, whilst Jayne is comfortable in her white undies, red gloves. Here we go with ten rounds of Lightweight action! ROUND 1:Pia looking she’s out for personal redemption tonight and starts to hassle the blonde newcomer around the ring right from the bat. No surprises here I guess with the SIRENs theme so far tonight being one of rookie-bullying ‘fun’. Still, Pia feeling no shame as she establishes her dominance in the opening minutes, taking measured shots with that surgical strikes, tagging Jayne’s face behind her gloves. Seems like each time Jayne tries to take a shot of her own or peek her face out from behind gloves, Pia is just faster and more brutal, stuffing a punch in before the blonde has a chance. Pia takes the round wide at the end of three minutes, showing off her supposed ‘comeback’ with a wave of both hands high into the air in assumed victory. Jayne red-faced, rubbing her cheek gingerly as she makes her way to corner. ROUND 2:More of the same in Round 2 now: Pia with ill intent at making the blonde look bad, like a lioness playing around with her food as she hounds and harasses Jayne for a good two minutes of the round, forcing her to all four corners of the ring with herding long jabs and stunning shots to her toned tummy. Look on Jayne’s face however shows frustration as she realizes she’s getting toyed with, not liking this baying and prodding one bit. On Pia’s end, not sure whether this is considered good strategy on the Chilean’s part - you know what they say about torturing an injured dog rather than putting it out of its misery… Jayne suddenly biting back with reckless fury, gnashing Pia in the cheek with heavy hook after heavy hook and stopping her in her tracks. Pia letting out shocked gasps as her jabs land but own face gets whipped side to side by counter blows. Last few seconds and Pia seems to have learnt her lesson, staying back to regroup but gloves already hiding a bruising cheekbone. ROUND 3:Pia doesn't come screaming out of corner immediately, which leaves Jayne slightly confounded as she wonders how to respond to brunette’s new tactics. Instead, Miller shocking her face from afar with long jab, then backing away quickly, leaving Jayne’s return hooks missing by long margin. Some good mind f*cking with Ms Moore right here - Pia looking calm, measured, and meaning what she said earlier about intending to win this fight. Jayne on the other hand flustered, starts attacking recklessly trying to exploit her success from the last round, but Pia simply batting away incoming punches, head weaving back when Jayne unleashes another wild heavy hook - BLAM - Jayne is the one staggered back instead when Pia crashes a cross into her face and snaps her head back! And here comes Pia now, looking to send her to the canvas, jabbing at a retreating Jayne, who’s covering up her face but not before eating another one-two combo to the lips. Huffing and puffing from both girls as Pia crowds in close, not letting her get away, heavy shots to Jayne’s tummy in alternative fashion is consolation prize for not putting the Brit model down for the count. Jayne’s long legs allowing her to make a run for it without being in too much danger but no doubt she’s suffered in these three minutes. Pia happy at the bell but not ecstatic without the knockdown. ROUND 4:Jayne looks like a ball of energy right before the opening bell, shaking her fists and looking to brawl. Pia obliging, smiling as she gestures with her fists for her opponent to ‘Bring it!’ as they close distance. Jayne throwing opening punch but Pia deftly blocking in nick of time, quickly fires back with a right hand that grazes the chin. Jayne stunned but still not backing away - head pushed back slightly but batters back another left-right combo that packs in Pia’s cheek. Girls continue with the mutual barrage but Pia suddenly swivels her torso to one side as she avoids Jayne’s uppercut, instead CRUNCHES an uppercut of her own right below the jawline! Jayne did NOT see her fist coming! Blonde’s head snaps back and legs turn to jello - Pia comes in with another left hook-right hook to the face and it looks like it’s all over when Jayne crashes down to her side in a clean knockdown! Pia taunts at her opponent to stay down as she walks over her to neutral corner. Jayne defiantly already getting back up to her knees but she’s still resting her head on her elbows, trying for breath. Blonde girl valiantly starts to rise and makes it back to her feet at the count of 8. We still have two minutes left on the clock folks! Pia charging in at a defenseless blonde once the referee waves to resume. Jayne doing her best to stay alive but she simply can’t ignore that right power cross from Pia that lands square on her forehead over and over, then fists working on her tummy in close quarters, driving her all the way back to the ropes in decisive fashion. Jayne offering no resistance whatsoever - second and final uppercut to her open chin knocks her head back and body goes down for the count, for good this time, sprawled on the canvas and drooling to one side from the corner of her mouth. KO PIA MILLER! Official Decision: Pia Miller defeats Jayne Moore via KO4 in Knockout of the Night fashion! AFTER: Pia Miller roaring to the crowd as she breaks her losing streak in decisive fashion tonight. F*ck it if it was against a brand new rookie like Jayne Moore… Pia not seeming to care, parading around all four corners and mounting the turnbuckle to acknowledge her fans. Small consolation for Jayne either as she’s collapsed in corner, recovering slowly from her debut match. Fans applauding the blonde’s valiant efforts as well when the referee makes it official, but the Brit is quick to leave the ring and avoids the reporters like the plague, for a moment hiding back some tears behind he protective coach’s escort. Pia not showing the least bit of concern for her, haughtily expressing to reporters later: “I creamed her. There’s no other way to describe it. I won big tonight and all I really need is a drink right now,” she concludes with a laugh.
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Post by caspian2 on Aug 27, 2017 11:46:44 GMT
4. Melissa Satta vs Tamara Ecclestone Melissa:(31, 5’9, 4:0 BBU, SIRENs) Tamara:(33, 5’8, 2:0 BBU BBU Free) BEFORE: Tension only seems to ramp up in this next match-up, with Melissa Satta apparently trying to prove to everyone that she’s not only the real deal, but also the ‘leader’ and the ‘best’ of what the SIRENs have to offer. Both girls seek wholesale destruction of the other in a face-to-face chesting match on stage, getting in each other’s faces and leading to some pushing and shoving. Earlier, Tamara commenting that she doesn't appreciate being overlooked by ‘this Italian tramp’, especially when Melissa commenting that the only reason for fighting her is as a ‘doormat to greater things.’ Tamara cocky, vows to shut her mouth down during the match. “We’ll see who’s the f*cking doormat b*tch!” Melissa still claiming that she's better than Petra Nemcova and should be crowned as the Sirens 'big girls' leader, much to the annoyance of Petra herself backstage, who’s still warming up for the final match of the evening and unable to defend herself against Satta’s dubious claims. At the actual weigh-ins, referee separates both women before the confrontation gets more physical. Melissa in blue bikini top, yellow bottoms, black gloves ready to go. Tamara in pink bikini that's barely holding her assets in, red gloves bunching together looking for something to punch. Here we go! ROUND 1 sees mutual abuse on bodies for both girls, Melissa striking first with volleys of jabs, some of which tagging the bigger girl on the chin and cheek, before Tamara covers up expertly and backs away. Melissa overconfident, chases after her, only to get socked in the face by resurgent Tamara who was just playing coy and playing on the Italian’s ego. Tamara following up with more pounding on Satta’s toned tummy, forcing her to retreat herself. Crowd loving the amount of exchange in the opening round as both girls eager to plant leather on each other. Satta biting back in last minute, sneaking in some hard shots to Tamara’s body, making her wince and cover, only to follow up with BANG BANG hooks shoving the British girl’s face to the left and right before the bell rings and the referee has to restrain Tamara from charging back into the fray. Satta rallying in that last minute but hell if she took a pounding from her opponent in the first two. ROUND 2:Satta getting her ass kicked in the second round when Tamara comes in close, ready to brawl, and an errant right catches her straight on the nose. Satta’s fans letting out a scream of hurt on behalf of their girl as she goes tumbling back covering her face. But no dice if she thinks Tamara’s going to let her off - Brit beauty comes charging in swinging, left right fists pumping into tummy and then working the Italian’s upper guard with more powerful hooks to either side. Melissa must be cursing herself at this point - couldn’t management have chosen some other opponent - but heck no, she wanted a challenge and all. The soccer WAG now paying the price as she tries to get out of range and establish a comeback, poking jab jab jab into Tamara’s face whenever the busty brunette tries to bully her in close quarters. Girls look tired at the end of the round, however, it’s clearly more Tamara’s. ROUND 3:Tamara dominates the first minute yet again by harassing Melissa with powerful shots to her head, but this forces her to fight more defensively as she bobs and weaves around the rest of Tamara’s punches. Tamara doesn’t look like she’s about to slow down, however, continuing with the hook-play as she charges at her foe in the second minute hoping to score. Satta not paying attention, gets herself trapped along the ropes and eats a right under-hook THUMP to the belly. Not a good place for her to be in right now as she continues to absorb blow after blow to her sternum, her mouth open, trying to stop the air from leaving her body. But Tamara clearly tired from all that chasing herself, determined stuffing of gloves into the body, but she’s lacking the power to send Melissa down to her knees just yet. Instead, sly smile crosses the Brit’s lips as her pounding fist start travelling down south a little TOO deliberately... Melissa suddenly letting out strangled cries as her womanhood below the waistline violated by dull, shocking blows, only contrasted with the shrill screams coming from her lips. Referee puts a stop to it once he realizes what’s happening, but hell if it’s already too late: Satta left squirming, her legs crossed and arms covering her crotch, trying to stay erect along the ropes whilst the referee is telling off a grinning Tamara and trying to herd her back to prevent more illegal damage. Points deducted for sure, but she doesn’t seem at all bothered. Melissa’s eyes however tell the crowd that she’s far from defeated - in fact a fire seems to have lit up in her eyes as her lips crease into pure scowl of hatred. She LUNGES at Tamara spitting and screaming: “COME HERE YOU LITTLE B*TCH!?” but is stopped by the referee as he tries his best to keep both beauties apart. Tamara still grinning wildly, holding up two hands in mock innocence as the ref holds her back and preventing an already wild match from devolving into a wilder catfight. Girls get sent back to corners for a cool down but Melissa still fuming and massaging her body on her stool. ROUND 4:Tamara still has the nerve to blow an air kiss at Melissa at the opening bell, and the latter can't take it anymore, comes rushing forward with a banshee cry. Tamara partly shocked when the first blow lands heavily on her guard, pushing her back a few steps, but then starts to *really* regret her past choices when Satta gets right in her face and begins wailing on her body with wild and unpleasant shots. Tamara grunting from the invasive blows to her sternum, then GASPS as her chin eats an uppercut or two that snuck past her guard. Hell no - this isn’t what she wanted at all - she decides to stand her ground and brawl back in the second minute, knocking Melissa’s head back with snap uppercuts of her own, before swiping across the Italian’s meager chest in clear defiance and taunting for her to BRING IT. Satta not backing down though - not this f*cking time - continues advancing, pushing and shoving Tamara backwards, clinching with her arms wrapped around the Brit’s chest and then jacking her right hand up into the Brit’s belly, leaving Tamara gasping for breath when the bell rings. “LIKE THAT, HUH B*TCH??” is Melissa’s only response when the referee finally peels her off Tamara. Tamara left clutching her belly (at a suspiciously low area as well), letting out moans as she stumbles back to corner. ROUND 5:Gruelling first few rounds leave it quite open to either girl. Now Tamara’s no longer smiling as she preps to get serious. As predicted, here comes Satta right out the bat looking for more revenge. She peppers Tamara’s guard from afar before shocking with a one-two PUH PUH to the tummy before retreating. Melissa licking her lips and shouting out wild taunts now: ‘How the f*ck do you like it now, huh? HUH??” Tamara grunting as the punches pepper her body, but she’s hanging in there quite well, her body built for brawling - she retreats a couple of steps before suddenly swinging back hooks to Melissa’s head, and Satta is barely able to block them with her mind focused on punishing. Suddenly, Melissa again goes after the tummy and chest: left-right left-right drumming before she gets audacious and plants another left-right on Tamara’s dual orbs - that seems like a big no-no for Tamara and the last straw for the big busty girl, as Satta finds out almost immediately: pressing those buttons seems to trigger big right hand in trigger response from Tamara, comes sailing hard and fast and CRASHES into Melissa’s cheek! Satta swivelled on the spot as though hit by a monster truck - legs lose their balance as she falls down on her side. KNOCKDOWN for TAMARA ECCLESTONE! Melissa-fans did NOT see that coming, and neither did Satta - the Siren is crawling on her belly towards god knows where, the fumes in her eyes immediately extinguished upon realising where she is. Tamara still heaving and huffing up top - it’s now her turn for the taunts: “That’s what you get for pushing these puppies, b*tch!!” Referee herds proud Brit to corner and Melissa is slowly being counted out as she manages to make her way to the ropes. Too much pride in her heart to quit at this point, however, and the crowd’s chanting of her name is doing wonders to help her along too. Melissa makes it back up by the count of 8 but hell if we wonder whether she can even stay upright for the next two minutes of the round. Tamara gleefully comes charging at her when the ref resumes - guess we’ll find out the hard way then. Heavy shots BANG BANG to the left and right of Satta’s flanks as she absorbs some heavy bruising. Dull shots landing into her muscled body as Melissa protects her head at all costs. Legs still working fine though - Satta uses them to get out of harm’s way and off the ropes, just trying to stay alive in the second minute. It’s only until the last minute that the Italian starts to feel comfortable punching back, frustrating Tamara even more with jab after jab slammed into her nose and lips, some measured counter-punching used to great effect. Tamara is the one who watches her earlier advantage evaporate in front of her eyes as she fails to capitalise on her knockdown but also starts to get her face knocked back over and over again. Final straw comes in last few seconds when Tamara eats ANOTHER stiff blow straight up her nostrils, and boy does the waterworks start to flow freely. Picture of wrath and pain on her face as Tamara angrily scolds the ref who comes to check on her: “I’M F*CKING FINE!”… her face covered by blood pouring down either nostril clearly telling a different story, whilst a relieved Melissa is just glad that she managed to survive this round intact. ROUND 6:Cut-men doing their best in between rounds to stem the bleeding, but Tamara’s nose not built too sturdily, gets her face lit up by more of Melissa’s surgical jabbing from afar as the Siren now exploits her weakness much too willingly. Satta staying out of range for most of the round, catching her breath but also punishing Tamara when she gets in too close, opening up the red-works again at the end of the first minute and leaving Tamara’s corner looking extremely concerned for her - she’s showing more and more difficulty just breathing through the torrent of red pouring down and over her lips. Melissa capitalizes, wades in and pounds on the body and cheek before getting out of the way of wild return hooks thrown by the Brit. But hey, those light punches are not gonna fell this giant anytime soon either: Satta takes the round but leaves Tamara upright and with another round to recover. The Brit gives her corner a hard look of ‘Don’t you dare…’ when they look concerned enough to throw in the towel. ROUND 7:F*CK - Ecclestone goes down in the opening minute! Girls had started off slow and cautious but hell if that haymaker came from the depths of despair itself, Melissa hiding her face in defensive stance at first but then SHOCKS Tamara with a beautiful right cross to her nose and opens the floodgates once more. Referee cautiously surveying Tamara’s well-being as she struggles to get back up, but what's more worrying is that drip drip drip of blood pooling beneath her face as she sucks up the pain and STILL manages to recover by the count of 8! Referee’s question whether she wants to continue fighting is moot when Tamara completely ignores him, shoving him out of her way with a firm hand, then CHARGES straight back at Melissa. Fine by her, the Siren thinks, and both girls end up CLASHING right center of the ring as they try to take each other out for good. Melissa smelling blood, literally, shocking her foe in the body and with everything’s she got, even targeting the chest again in left-right-left-right alternate punching to add insult to injury. But Tamara’s fighting back like a queen, taking the punishment and not letting Satta get away unscathed. Satta’s face getting WHIPPED back and forth with sickening shots, but Melissa grits her teeth and hammers back, knocking both Tamara’s head and puppies backwards and sideways, both hands taking turns in WHUP WHAP WHUD fashion. For the first time, Tamara seems hurt, backing away towards the ropes and covering up her mighty jugs with both hands, as though they’ve been beaten senseless and throbbing with pain. Melissa simply switches up top: buries right hand into the poor girl’s nose over and over again, red flecks of red now spattering into the air and all over gloves and skin. Referee has f*cking seen enough - he waves off the match and gets in between both ladies, trying to protect Tamara from permanent damage. It’s a TKO victory for Melissa Satta!! Official Decision: Melissa Satta defeats Tamara Ecclestone via TKO7! AFTER:
Tamara still has look of both confusion and agony on her face as she leans back against the ropes, both her arms still up high. She blinks once or twice as though trying to confirm what just happened, must have spotted Melissa Satta already celebrating at the other corner of the ring. BIG mistake. With the referee distracted, Tamara lets out a growl and CHARGES at her, her shoulder ramming into the small of Satta’s back and sending both of them crashing to the ground in a heap of hair and hands. Satta not realising what hit her until the bleeding outlook of a pissed off Tamara comes into full view above, the glaring lights darkening her face - and good thing too, because Tamara looks a corpse bride come back from the dead with her wild hair and blood still flowing freely down her face. “WHAT THE F*—” Melissa is cut off when a PUH of Tamara’s fist comes slamming down from above, then another and another crash into her face as the brunette simply uses gravity to her advantage, straddling the Italian’s waist with both thighs and then cramming her glove in over and over again. And soon enough, Satta’s bleeding from the nose as well, her face wincing in grimaced agony but her body unable to dislodge the heavier girl and free herself from the straddle. It’s not until the rest of the Sirens charge in to save their stablemate does Tamara relinquish her perch, but not before an equally enraged Melissa Satta vaults herself up and about, landing blows of her own on Tamara’s delicate rack before wrapping her own arms around the brunette’s limbs, entangling and not letting her escape. In fact, it’s poor Tamara who starts feeling the weight of the SIRENs power when the rest of Melissa’s teammates join her in the ring and start wailing on the bloodied girl from all sides. Mathilde Goehler holding Tamara in place whilst Satta just continues jacking fists into her body and chest, then slapping her face back and forth, and no amount of referee’s protest convinces either girl to stop, until the SIRENs’ own Petra Nemcova, self-professed leader of the group, does the right thing and intervenes, getting between the lioness and her prey. Uh oh. Not the best way to stop a cat fight, as Petra finds out, Melissa still seething and fuming, doesn’t like the intervention, gets right in Petra’s face, and it looks like we’re about to witness the second catfight of the evening… Quite a known fact that both girls have been getting on each other’s nerves recently, struggling for dominance backstage to be the defacto leader of the pride. But Nemcova not looking to start a fight here, and it’s Mathilde who gets in between both her teammates, separating them to back off inch by inch. Tension slowly diffused as Petra notices that Tamara has long escaped the ring and is finally out of harm’s way, so she chooses to back down with both arms raised in mock surrender. Melissa content with having the ring to herself once again, free to celebrate her victory, but she’s obviously looking worse for wear - her own nostrils too been opened up and lip cut by Tamara’s assault. Still, the haughty Italian soaks up the chanting as she raises her hands in victory. Backstage, Tamara not through with the fight however, defiantly demanding a rematch with the Siren after feeling that the referee had ended things too early. Well, if both girls’ energy levels are any indication, we’d say that they certainly have some unfinished business with one another. For now, though, Melissa earns a hard-fought win and perhaps some newfound respect as the leader of the pack.
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Post by caspian2 on Aug 27, 2017 11:49:34 GMT
5. Petra Nemcova vs Jenna Pietersen Petra:(38, 6’0, 4:0 BBU, SIRENs) Jenna:(31, 5’11, 2:0 BBU, Free Agent) BEFORE:“Satta can talk all she wants, but here we are in the Main-Event of the evening - not her, but me,” Petra saying confidently to reporters after the antics of her fellow stablemate in the previous match sullying the stable’s clean reputation. “For the record, I don't condone those antics in that last fight. Tamara was wrong to attack her, but Melissa shouldn't have wailed on her when she was clearly done...” Petra’s real opponent Jenna Pietersen here tonight nodding at the Siren’s words before offering her own take: “I agree - a fight doesn't have to be disrespectful. We’ll put on a show for them, won't we, Petra? And we’ll try not to tear each other’s hair out whilst doing it…” Jenna concludes with a grin Girls are almost the same height and weight as they stand respectfully apart in the weigh-ins - classic blonde vs brunette match up here in the main event, but obviously Petra a good seven years older than her opponent tonight. Will age make a difference in this contest? Let’s find out! ROUNDS 1-2:Petra moving out of her corner like a well-built tank - the Czech model might be turning 40 soon but hell if she looks that way - she’s barreling towards Jenna looking as though she intends to steamroll, her muscled body stretching and purring in black bikini top and briefs. Jenna no slouch either - the Brit’s coming off a 2-0 winning streak, looking more like a 20-year old when she moves with that kind of unnerving speed. Girls take turns exchanging jabs from afar, perhaps polite words before the fight translating into unwillingness to hurt the other girl. But hell - girls need to realize that the ring is the ring, and both corners shouting at their fighters to stop with the nannying and get in each other’s faces. Last minute sees Petra behaving more like the heavy-hitter she’s known for, mixing some heavy hooks in after her jabs, but Jenna’s speed negating much of the damage as she easily avoids the blows. Round 2 sees more of the same as girls land the occasional jab to the cheek but otherwise manage to avoid getting hurt by more powerful stuff. Jenna gaining a slight advantage little bit by little bit as her faster jabs start landing on the bigger girl’s body and face, using her agility to wheel out of the way of Petra’s power-blows and then land a flurry of punches in turn before the Siren can retaliate. Whoever instructed Petra before this needs to be fired immediately - the Siren clearly sticking to the same guns for the past few fights of her career and doesn’t seem to have learnt any new tricks in the bag. This allows Jenna to edge out a slight advantage in the second round as she’s simply landing more effective and painful punches on the blonde. This is evident when Petra is left panting on the ropes after having tried chasing Jenna about all four corners, to no avail. Jenna celebrating to the crowd with a confident wave - Petra clearly not liking that move that seems to belittle her. Who knows how long this nice-girl charade will last once both girls start hurting each other a little more? ROUND 3:Petra a stubborn blonde as she comes charging at Jenna yet again - hell if that strategy’s worked so far but one can only shrug. One thing we can say however is this girl’s got a lot in her tank for her age, showing no signs of slowing down as she attempts to harass the Brit with heavy punches. Jenna on the other hand visibly slowing, has to expend more energy deflecting Petra’s hooks to her guard, but winces visibly when Petra jams her gloves into her tummy more than once. Still, Jenna’s in no danger of being knocked down just yet, simply retreats out of range and then counter-attacks with fast hands that pepper Petra’s body. Petra’s chest the target of early attacks, the blonde’s wide targets natural bullseyes for Jenna to fire away from afar. Jenna’s punches though seem to do little to whittle away the Siren’s resolve, under assault from a hail of bullets by small fire traditionally not affecting a metallic beast anyways. Girls left panting when the bell rings - some good shots landed from either and their bodies looking slightly more red from the mutual abuse, but Jenna seems to be seeing her lead evaporate as she allows the blonde’s punches to start landing. ROUND 4:Petra playfully taunting her opponent with a sly ‘Why don’t ya come at me, babe’ with both her gloves. Jenna taking it the right way, smiling back and obliges. Pietersen approaches cautiously, naturally wary of the big girl’s power. Petra first to strike, but chooses to fire off jabs at Jenna’s guard instead of swing a big hook like her opponent’s anticipating. Jenna caught off guard, hastily covers up her face, only to get her abdomen pierced with a follow-up right uppercut from Petra, who stepped in and showed off her power. Jenna goes OUUFF as the shock roots her to the spot, then another left hand from Nemcova jams up into her tummy as the wind is beaten out of her. Pietersen in danger her if she doesn’t get away - thankfully Petra deems it important to continue the belly abuse, leaving her face wide open for some return punches. Jenna in desperation snapping jabs back into her chin, hoping to daze her enough to get away. And it succeeds, pushing Petra to back away. However, Petra comes on almost immediately again, but Jenna keeps her at arm’s length with more long jabs to the face. Jenna’s learnt her lesson than to let herself get baited like that mid-round, now throwing attacks from far away, terrified of allowing a beast like Nemcova to get within earshot. ROUNDS 5-6: Petra looks visibly annoyed for the next two rounds that she cannot connect her big power to Jenna’s jaw but I guess it’s better to be annoyed that knocked the f*ck out. To her credit, Petra scoring with big blows to the guard, really making Jenna look like a stray leaf in the wind as she’s knocked about the ring from the sheer of each, but almost each time Jenna is allowed to get away and then regroup before Petra can get on her again. Jenna doing her best to get in some offense as well, at one point abandoning her long jab when she realizes she’s too tired to run away all the time, instead bobs and weaves, narrowly avoiding a hook aimed at her face. Brit pounds on the body with remaining strength, digging those gloves into Petra’s center and sides, but they may as well be a fly slapping at a wall as Petra winces from the stinging but remains sturdy. Sooner or later though, she knows she’s gonna connect with a power blow - another reason to doubt the legitimacy of this big blonde who doesn’t seem to know how else to fight a match: only relying on her power to win may not always secure a victory... Case in point: Jenna may look like she’s on the defensive for majority of Rounds 5-6, but judges scoring her big on points as she lands some consistent punches, albeit most of which are without venom. ROUND 7:First minute of Round 7 sees repeated lull in action, but mainly because it’s Petra’s turn to hold back and allow Jenna to come to her. More taunting in the first minute but Jenna cautious again to get in close, allowing Petra to gesture at her quite rudely as though the Brit were too scared. Whatever happened to the mutual respect both girls were expounding? Petra throwing some long jabs when Jenna gets in range, confusing her opponent as to her intentions… but there it is: big right hook comes out of nowhere - Jenna DUCKING at last moment and it sails right above her head. Brit model’s ascent back up however is accompanied by a right uppercut aimed at the jaw - IT CRASHES UP into Petra’s chin! THE BLONDE’S ROCKED - looks like she’s in trouble for the first time tonight as she backs away from the melee. No such luck as Jenna keeps on her, shoving blow after blow into the lips and then powers a right hand STRAIGHT down the middle - slams into middle of Petra’s chest and the blonde gets a taste of her medicine when the power behind that shot PUSHES her off her feet! Petra loses her balance and collapses to one knee! An unexpected KNOCKDOWN from JENNA PIETERSEN in the second minute! Could this be a sign of the changing of the guard, ladies and gentlemen? Jenna looking too tired to celebrate - perhaps she herself can’t believe that she just felled a giant. Likewise, celebrations premature when Petra shakes her head and rises back up almost immediately, cursing under her breath for yet again making such a rookie mistake... Both girls ready to get back into the action once again and the referee obliges with a wave. HERE COMES PIETERSEN, hoping to finish her off... Petra absorbing shot after shot to her high guard and body, takes a few token steps backwards as though obliging Jenna’s offense… the Brit has to be careful here as Petra doesn’t look like she’s on her last legs but being treated as such - sudden WHAMM to the face as Petra takes advantage of her proximity and crashes a right hand into the cheek! Pietersen’s whole body shudders as her face whipped to the side - look of stunned shock, mouth hanging open as Petra repeats the move, fist crunching into Jenna’s face once more and SPINS the Brit back to the ropes! PETRA’S TURN TO CHARGE IN, jamming gloves into the chest and belly left-right-left-right in effort put her down, but Pietersen is holding on and trying to clinch with her attacker. Both girls end up in each other’s arms, both grimacing as they paste leather into the side of bodies and wrestle against the ropes some more. When the bell rings and they separate, not a good sign for Jenna when a large bruise is seen forming above her right eye - ouch - those hooks really are the real deal. ROUND 8:Jenna must be wondering what else she has to do to wound this girl for good. Petra on the other hand smelling blood as she resumes her bullying tactics. Whether it’s Jenna’s rapidly swelling eye or just pure exhaustion, she’s moving much slower and allowing herself to get caught by more and more of Petra’s power shots. Jenna weaving in and out of the way early in the first minute, giving her fans some hope as to her abilities, but then she gets caught by a snap uppercut straight to the chin - her head snaps back and she’s thrown on the retreat as Petra tries to capitalize... Jenna jabbing from afar but it’s of little consequence at this point, unable to dissuade Nemcova from going all in - the Czech beauty crowds in and then continues with the body abuse... Hot breath on cheek as the blonde takes turns brutalizing the body and chest with invasive shot after shot. Jenna trying to clinch up again but losing the wrestling battle - all she can do is use her elbows to keep away, but that just gives Petra more room to swing her arms in and out, whap whap whacking right hand off the chin next. Jenna knocked back to the ropes for the third time in the round, looking groggy as hell and on her last legs. Not much time left though as Petra comes at her quick - left-right combi to the tummy ROCKS Jenna’s body in half, but the referee sounds the bell before Petra can score a follow-up knockdown blow. Petra leaning in, gingerly propping her opponent up with a light embrace, but onlookers confused by the sight of her gloves purposefully touching Jenna’s tummy flesh as sign of intimidation and taunt rather than any helpful move on Petra’s part. Jenna not helping by continuing to gurgle and gasp for air in the blonde’s tight embrace, but who knows what words they exchange in that post-round clinch - only clue is Petra’s smiling lips and light pat of glove on Jenna’s cheek. Friend or foe, who knows? ROUND 9:It’s true test for both girls tonight, that’s for sure - neither having gone the distance and forced into the ninth now. Petra showing her true champion-like spirit as she looks winded but eager to fight whilst Jenna’s eye giving her a whole lot of trouble, swelling red and puffy now and the referee almost wanting her to retire in between, but Jenna insistent about continuing. Petra looking concerned for her well-being in the opening seconds but decides she needs to finish this off professionally by giving her opponent her 100% and not holding back. And hell if that first minute sees a lack of mercy from either girl as they come in close and WAIL AWAY... Jenna throwing wild hooks like she doesn’t care any longer if she gets hurt as much as the pain she must already be feeling, burying lefts and rights into Petra’s middle and chest, and visibly wobbling the blonde once or twice with packing-in power. Petra shrugging off the majority of the blows, instead swings back with some under-hooks into Jenna’s midsection, folding her in half when they land clean on her belly button with a FUMP, followed by well-placed uppercut to the chin when Jenna’s head leans into her space. Jenna grunting louder and louder as the stuffing is beaten out of her, takes turns bending over and then gets STACKED right back up again by Petra’s lefts and rights. Petra pushing the Brit model back inch by inch, and just before Jenna’s back hits the ropes, Petra swivels her hips and lets loose an incredible POWER HOOK to the side of Jenna’s face - Jenna lets out a HHGGGHH as her body spins on the spot and she collapses to the ground with her chin hitting rock bottom! Weary hand raised by Petra as she heads to neutral corner, one eye watching Jenna squirming as she attempts to get back up to all fours first, but her entire body straining and shivering from the exhaustion and pain. The crowd trying to be encouraging, chanting Jenna’s name as she makes it back up to her feet just in the nick of time at the count of 9! Crowd roars in approval as the last minute of the round resumes, but Jenna is barely stirring from the position she recovered into, her back still firmly against the ropes and her legs still testing out her balance. Petra approaches slowly, knows she has to close it now or never. Another right hook to the side of face lands clean, Jenna’s guard barely holding in position and getting swatted out of the way from Petra’s power. Petra hones in finally on the knockout blow, burying a left hand straight her gut, before another trademark hook crashes Jenna’s face, this time almost sending Jenna’s upper body cascading over the top rope as her body reacts wildly. Before Petra can land another, the referee steps in to stop the fight! It’s a good call - moments later Jenna crumples down to her knees and tilts over. It’s over! Official Decision: Petra Nemcova defeats Jenna Pietersen via TKO9 in her hardest fight to date! AFTER: Petra allowing herself to smile after that grueling match - her longest by all accounts and sealing the impression in everyone’s mind that she may be a top contender. True to her word, she’s the first one to show concern for the fallen Pietersen, helping her back up to her feet and again sharing a tight embrace with her. This time the audience suspects that the smile on both girls’ faces is at least genuine and well-wished. Petra later commending her opponent’s performance here tonight, saying: “She gave me my toughest fight to date. I may have won the war but I think there were some battles in between that forced me to reevaluate my strategy in the long run. So props to her for that. As to who’s next - who knows?” the blonde laughs. “Maybe Melissa would like to offer a suggestion?” Jenna looking dejected from the first loss of her career, but is met by a long applause from the crowd as encouragement for her strong performance. “She’s the real deal, that’s all I can say. F*ck me when I imagine that she’s already close to 40 - imagine what she could have done to me if she were in her prime…” The Brit shouldn’t be beating herself up too badly though - receiving pats on the back on her way back to the locker room for almost giving Petra a run for her money. And that concludes our PPV event tonight. Thank you for tuning into SIR V: Maelstrom. We hope to see you again for another night of action!
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Post by Tamara Ecclestone on Aug 28, 2017 15:22:04 GMT
OK, so this was a shocking night for me! But these Sirens better watch out! I'm not done with them yet! Just because one of them got lucky, it doesn't mean they can scratch me from their future schedule! I will be back!!! First though, I'm really pumped to finally hand Alesha Dixon the beating of a lifetime!
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Post by Alesha Dixon on Aug 29, 2017 12:34:33 GMT
And Tamara gets her supid face busted up! Shame? Not really!
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Post by Tamara Ecclestone on Aug 29, 2017 15:21:22 GMT
Mind your language, slut! You're gonna worship my feet once I'm done with you!
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Post by Alesha Dixon on Aug 29, 2017 17:25:36 GMT
When I fight you, I'm gonna have so much fun, I'm gonna really savour my win, take my time beating you to a pulp, then humiliating you so bad you want want anyone to see your stupid face again
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