Posted Apr 30, 017 at 3:17 AM
3. Carmella Rose vs Clara Alonso
Carmella:
(21, 5’8, BBU Debut, Free Agent)
Clara:
(30, 5’9, 1:1 BBU, SIRENs)
Before: Both girls seem to hate each other's guts before they even take the stage for pre-fight interview, scowling and shooting daggers at each other as they ascend the steps. Apparently, the blonde was caught flirting with Clara’s man backstage, resulting in wild brawl in locker room when Clara lunged at her from behind, sinking fingernails into the young upstart’s hair and thrashing her head about violently. Carmella shrieking but not born to be manhandled like that, expertly throws Alonso down to the ground with a judo trip then proceeds to pound on her face over and over. This all, of course, before officials manage to intervene, coming to aid of Clara’s beleaguered boyfriend as he recovers from sudden, stunned pleasure at being fought over by two exotic beauties.
This of course explains both girls’ catty comments once their turn at the mic: “This little whore thinks she can come in and here and steal *my* man?” Alonso huffs into hot mic, obviously asking a rhetorical question. “I’ll give her a lesson and a mouthful in the ring,” the Spanish beauty threatens and raises one threatening fist at Carmella’s direction.
“Hmprh. There's a brunette bitch in the room that's f*cking jealous, me thinks. We’ll see who ends up with who by the end of the night,” Rose confidently replies, winking suggestively into the audience, casting her night quite wide and hoping to snare a shark.
This is certainly shaping up to be another fiery contest in the ring when things get personal. Clara dressed in dark blue bra and briefs, black gloves. Carmella in exotic white and black swimsuit in overlapping patterns and stripes, curving upwards over her chest to show-off much of her toned midriff in a diamond-shaped cut.
Rounds 1-2: Carmella charges in immediately in the first round, obviously looking for payback from before and perhaps wanting to score bigger prize than just the prize money. Clara used to charging bulls, absorbs most of the blonde’s flurried punches with her tight guard, defends well by swatting away Carmella’s more awkwardly-thrown power-punches, then SHOCKS the blonde in return with jab after jab into her face and nose! Second round reads something similar, with the blonde not learning her lesson at all, stubbornly thinks that power equals better, but Clara once more takes advantage with excellent technical skills here, jamming her fists into various parts of Rose’s body, hurting her much more as a result.
Round 3: Crowd cheers as they sense the animosity between both girls only increasing as the rounds go by, Carmella’s seething anger getting in the way of her boxing skills. Various points see the blonde almost lunging at her foe with flailing fists (like shooting her foot out at Clara at one point in an-almost illegal punt kick that thankfully misses Alonso’s shin), but manages to control herself at last moment. Clara though calm and collected, planting a nice cross to Carmella’s cheek good and early, pushing her back to the ropes where Clara works over her body in methodical fashion. Carmella shooting fists back into hers for some painful counters, but soon the pain jolting through her body, chest and abdomen too much for her - blonde covers up desperately, indicating she’s had enough, but Clara simply picking her targets more precisely, methodically, with puh puh puh sounds of leather hitting skin and muscle. Rose groaning on the ropes at the bell, whilst deep smile on Clara’s face as she clearly flashes it for her boyfriend’s benefit in a show of dominance at this pipsqueak blonde.
Round 4: Clara gets ambitious this round, abandoning her technical style when she lands yet another straight hand into defenceless cheek of Carmella. The rookie just hasn't seemed to get used to the idea of defending herself properly. Perhaps the blonde cat might be best suited in a cage and not a ring. Here comes Alonso, confident that she’s dominating, continuing to whack wham and bash in blonde’s cheek and nose, but comes a little too close… NAILED by one of Carmella’s wild swings to the face - Clara looks shocked for a brief moment as her face swivelled to the right, eyes and mouth wide open. Carmella however snarls and lunges to kill: jacks powerful one-two uppercut into the brunette’s stomach, then beats her right hand straight onto Clara’s facial features like a piston, driving her back to the ropes now in reverse show of dominance! Clara’s will evaporating as fast it came before, the Siren perhaps not having anticipated the power of Rose’s fists as they now land with shock value. Result: Carmella leaves her foe bundled up along the ropes, one arm wrapped around the waist, the other arm packing in the tummy. Carmella about to score knockdown but thankfully the referee intervenes and saves Clara from going down before the bell.
Round 5: Both girls go right at it again - unspoken rule this round: as much pounding and stuffing of fists into the midsection as possible. Loud gasps and yelps as the fighters trade belly blows: Carmella ramming a right hook straight into gut, folding Clara over, but the Spanish girl anticipates, holds her own, scoots out of the way with a rapid three jab combo to Rose’s own chest and tummy, drawing dull grunts. Clara was careless back there, knows she’s doomed if she let's Rose get close to her like last round. So the Siren hounds Carmella throughout remainder, snapping jab high, then snacking fist on tummy when Carmella takes the bait and raises her guard. Towards the end, the blonde has a look of pained frustration as her tummy turns a bright shade of pink from repeated abuse. Clara’s turn to pin her against the ropes with that steady pounding, ducks under a right hook aimed at her head and then DRILLS a right punch deep into Carmella’s gut, folding her in half and literally taking her off her feet, such that she crumples to all fours when she comes back down to earth, GAWKING and spit pooling down on canvas. KNOCKDOWN for Clara Alonso!
Crowd makes their approval known with a loud roar. Clara looking pleased with herself as well as she saunter backs to corner, watching a bewildered Carmella Rose cling on to the lower ropes, slowly trying to get back to her feet. Crowd gets even more rowdy when the blonde succeeds, much to the dismay of Clara, of course. Rose steadies herself on top rope with one paw still clutching at swollen abdomen. Before Clara can get to finish her though, the referee waves for the end of the round. Clara making rude gesture at her rival: next time, b*tch, you’re going down!
Round 6: Clara wanting to be woman of her word as she rushes straight at the dazed blonde, looking to put her down and away once and for all. Vicious pounding on the body by Alonso in rare show of forcefulness by the brunette. However, Carmella doesn't look like she’s about to be reduced to sobbing mess just yet - instead, big scowl on her face suggests that she’s happy her opponent is right where she wants her to to be! Clara doesn't see incoming blows to her jaw until too late - BAM BAM BAM: Carmella punting left right left straight up and into side of Clara’s jaw, whipping Alonso’s head in multiple directions. Blonde’s turn to advance with chopping blows into the tummy followed by more power-hooks that swivel Clara’s face this way and that. Alonso now the one in deep trouble as she tries to get our range but fails, head pistoned around all the way to the bell from Carmella’s unstoppable stopping power! Clara almost destroyed this round as she once again underestimates her opponent’s resolve! Carmella now the one making rude gesture with the shaking of her ass at Clara slumped over in corner.
Round 7: Furious attack from both sides re-commences as both girls sort of rely on tried and tested strategies that have gotten them this far.... Carmella raking in punches to the sides of body and guard, whilst Clara trying to establish distance with a multitude of jabbing. Carmella snarls midway and ignores a double jab combo to the face, rushes in anyway and plants a solid right hand straight to Clara’s chest. Conquistador’s body spasms as more jabs land on either side of her chest in quick succession: Clara is paralysed on the spot as she covers up her chest with forearms. But Carmella continues to drill at Clara’s breasts left and right, before a hook on the jaw smashes into her opponent’s unprotected head! Alonso sprawls down to the ground with a cry of pain! KNOCKDOWN for CARMELLA! Dish best served cold as Carmella ignores the roar of the crowd and just spits insults back down at Alonso squirming on her tummy. Clara dazed, throbbing pain in her chest as she paws at the ropes hoping to pull her back up. Carmella saunters sexily into Clara’s corner, eyeing her audience and supporters with a sly smile, trying to find that one person who matters: finally spots Clara’s boyfriend, David, and blows him a suggestive kiss, relishing the sight of his entire face lighting up with embarrassment.
Clara noticing the entire exchange, of course, by this time fuming as she makes it back to her feet by the count of 8: immediate cry of rage as she lunges back at Carmella without waiting for the referee to ring the bell to resume! Carmella turns back a little too late and gets smacked across the cheek with Clara’s right hand, then another left uppercut bunches her up. Carmella now in danger of going down herself from Clara’s wild assault, but Carmella no sitting duck, brings her fists back up to bear, shooting punches into Alonso paunch content in mutual destruction, jamming her fist into vulnerable chin from within close quarters, knocking Alonso back off her feet with a SNAP of her head back! Second loud THUD as Spanish girl gets sent down for the count yet AGAIN, this time eyes wide open and staring up at the white lights wondering what the hell--
Carmella this time too bruised to celebrate, hunched over fallen body and just trying to determine if this is the f*cking end? Hell no, apparently… Clara still alive, but barely conscious of the referee’s count: at 6 and she’s still barely off her butt. Stadium holds its breath though, eyes winced shut as she forces herself back up by the count of 9… but it looks like a breath of wind could knock her down with her swaying dangerously on the spot! The crowd can’t believe it either, chanting her name in encouragement but also concern for her well-being.
Neither can Carmella, however, who doesn’t wait this time and launches herself back at her foe without the referee’s permission, cry of rage as she CRACKS another fist into Clara’s face, then another, followed by ANOTHER. STILL Alonso is standing! Carmella going for thudding rights and lefts into her tortured torso, pushing Alonso back to ropes - the Siren needs to hang on for just a few seconds before the end of the round… tries clinching forward but Carmella gets her elbows in the way, blocking her move and creating more space for Rose to continue packing in right hands into the belly button. Referee has seen enough when Alonso’s arms go limp by the side of her body, which is shuddering and rocking sideways from each powerful, dull blow of Carmella’s fists - he jumps in and calls it off!
Official Decision: Carmella Rose defeats Clara Alonso via TKO7!
After: Carmella not letting her rival go, however! Clara moaning as her body sags into waiting arms, has to endure yet a few more punches to her belly as Carmella sinking in her domination over her. “Why the f*ck would David be with someone like YOU?” she hisses into Clara’s ear, before sealing the deal: “I’ll take him off your hands tonight, shall I?” Blonde’s giggles are met with a low growl from Clara as she attempts to comeback, but a final, tortured glove to the body saps her last semblance of resistance. Carmella lets her sink down to her knees, chin and lips sliding down her tummy, resting just above her bikini briefs. After the cameras have had their field day, Carmella spins around with a sharp laugh, saunters over to the Sirens’ corner and gestures seductively to the shocked crowd.
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