Results: Lookout!; Words: OddManOut

Before: Regarding her arrival, “It’s all been such a blur! I don’t even remember beating Nina Dobrev! I just looked in Tractorpull and there it was plain as day!,” Olivia referring to the magazine crediting her with one of Claire Holt’s victories. “But this is one I’m sure to remember, I promise you!”

“I’m not going to lose to two newbies in a row. This little cheerleader picked the wrong redhead to tangle with!” Jane still a little tender after the loss to the debuting Camilla Mendes in May.

Jane wearing her peach bikini outside the Asylum for the first time, white gloves, hair back in a battle pony. Olivia in an orange top, baby blue bottoms, black gloves, hair in a messy pony.

R1: Jane trying to come inside and set the tone for the fight, Olivia scolds her with jabs, sticking her into compliance. Once Levy's covered up and cautious, Holt hooks her to jaw; drops a right hand into the guard; hooks a mighty left across paunch, bunching up the meat. Jane backs off with concerned expression: Olivia's in charge. Jabs: Holt stepping into poke, driving Levy before her, walking her down. Right hands bounce off Jane's prepared defences up top, but set up Olivia's withering left hooks downstairs: Blonde girl planting on left lead foot, popping her hips right and CARVING Levy across her paunch! Bell to bell, methodical pounding from Holt. Jane sullen, punched and walked down all around the ring as Olivia puts her foot down in the first.

R2: Jane frisky, paws jabs, steps close to Olivia to crowd receipts. Holt vexed, grumpy: she's constantly having to push Levy off, trying to line her up for hurt outside. Jane content to chip and charge - tieing up whenever she can - being opportunistic with that heavy right hand to Olivia's head and shoulders. Stop and go rhythm sees fighters wander into ropes for ref's breaks: Holt scowling at the sloppiness Levy's getting away with.

R3: Conventional stances midring, right hands guarding cheeks, left hands pumping jabs. Heavy two-way shelling from range - girls poking and parrying when suddenly: JANE GOES DOWN! Right hand flashes off Olivia's shoulder, trims Levy's chin, and she's a startled puddle, looking up and blinking. Jane up for her 8, shaking her head: Olivia pacing neutral corner, nostrils flaring. Holt stepping-to with a minute to go: Levy hooks her, hooks her again, pivoting left around receipts. Right uppercut grazes Olivia’s chin: Jane wide-eyed as she gambles. Holt back with a sidearm smiting of Levy’s chin, gets her backing up as Olivia wades forward. At the apron: Jane tightening up guard, hunching forward...furious trade in bashing lefts and rights rings up both beauties. Levy loping to her right - Holt walking her down: blonde just SEETHING, seeking combat. Sporadic fighting along the perimeter: Olivia pushing pace, forcing the exchanges, but Jane battling well, generally giving as good as she gets. Big 10-8 jumps Holt into the lead.

R4: Olivia wheeling and dealing midring - moving well for a new girl. Left hand licking out, biting at Jane's brows; hooking at her chest or jaw. Loping, clockwise rotation for Levy – trying to cut off the ring and come inside. Holt turning, bobbing, keeping hands up: Jane head-hunting for the most part, getting blocked. Final seconds, Levy finally gets the timing right - leaning into a driving, choppy little right hand as Holt's executing her clockwise sidestep. Vicious chin-toggle - Olivia's legs lock up stiff as her body falls back: BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Holt on her back - face stricken: Levy scowling, marching to neutral corner all business. Round ends before Jane can really pile on: she steals the round, but only 10-9.

R5: Jane bull-rushing Olivia, wrapping her up chest to chest, driving her ropeside. Holt wrestling to turn Levy in the grasp, bodying HER to ropes...primeval struggle as both fighters straining thighs and buttocks vie for ring supremacy. Short, inside punching evolves from the scrum - fighters scrubbing hairlines, digging right hands at offending guts, trying to fit tight hooks onto chins to finish. Withering brutality all along the ropes - crowd squealing as both fighters absorb hellish clout when suddenly...Jane lays back sleepy from a trio of close-cropped hooks to chin! Levy sliding to her left on ropes, hands outstretched: Holt steps-with, sweeps the left uppercut through the strike-zone, underneath Jane's chin, then turns over a bashing hook across the jaw to get her staggering into corner! Olivia eyes-bright, wading in for the kill: OH! she catches a fat right hand on the face, smashing her head back, dropping her hands to her lap! Holt swooning, Levy shifts to her right and STARTS CHOPPING HOOKS! Short, muscular desperation shots slamming onto drowsy face - crowd up and screaming AND OLIVIA GOES DOWN! Holt dropping forward to knees-and-forearms, her forehead on canvas as Levy shrieks, leaps away! Olivia straightening up onto all fours - rickety and trembling...she's left her mouthpiece on the canvas, dimly fumbling for it with her gloves. IT'S OVER! 10 count passes Holt by as she's obsessed with picking up her gumshield - she's basically out on her knees, functioning on autopilot. KO5 for Jane Levy

After: Olivia putting her stamp all over this fight, forcing Jane to battle on her terms. Overaggressiveness is a fault common to almost all young fighters, but that can be fixed. All in all, this is more Holt’s loss than Levy’s win.