Melissa:
(31, 5’9, 4:0 BBU, SIRENs)
Tamara:
(33, 5’8, 2:0 BBU, Free Agent)

Results: Vassago - Story: Caspian

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.