Olivia Holt versus Jennette McCurdy
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)

Before: Your first blown lead always stings, and Olivia doesn’t try to hide it: “After Levy stole that fight from me, I wanted to fight her at the July Asylum! But I got talked down. Everybody saw who was good and who was lucky. Winning the second time when I should have won the first time doesn’t show anybody anything. It’s how we respond that matters. And she’s still fighting girls getting their fourth fight at 36, and I’m fighting former champions! Guess we know who the winner is!”

Jennette lets this pass over. “It’s pretty clear she’s still in the ring with Jane Levy. If she doesn’t get over that and FAST, she’s going to be laid out. By ME. The woman she’s actually fighting!”
Olivia in mismatched orange top, baby blue bottoms, whit gloves, hair back in battle pony. Jennette in white top, red plaid bottoms, white gloves, hair loose & wild.

R1: Jennette quick off the blocks - attacking Olivia's waist with both dukes batting off the jab. Holt trapped in the pocket, hands up, elbows in - torso sturdy as McCurdy bangs away above the hips, digs up belly meat. Jennette getting to be more subtle than most pressure fighters: she'll slap a left around Olivia's guard, tugging the hands down, leaning in to jam a tight right to jaw, then tie up to smother the receipt. McCurdy rotating right around the jab into Holt's guard - veteran just dictating, setting a brisk pace for a shutout first.

R2: Olivia joins the party. Ringing body shots both ways - girls nice and compact, moving their hips through hooks, sweeping rights in behind elbows. Holt crisp with her combinations, snapping mitts off meat with a ratatat delivery - Jennette heavier handed, laying in her shots, trying to ease forward and shoulder the smaller girl back. Down the stretch, girls exchange clapping hooks: Olivia stands firm; McCurdy staggers back on her heels, wide eyed as she loses a close round.

R3: Jennette outworks, outfights, outboxes Olivia in the center of the ring. Terrific output - McCurdy spitting jabs then bat-batting right/left to the waist, coming off the body with jarring hooks. Jennette stepping to either side, exposing Olivia's feet a bit, humbling that rack with pulsing combinations. Holt following, flustered as she's beaten to punches - she's soaking up a good shot, chin stout as she routinely walks through banging three punch bursts to her head, but she's getting worked over for little gain.

R4: Olivia settles herself down with crisp, efficient execution—just who’s supposed to be the veteran here? Jennette unleashing in spots—hands are low, she’s swinging from the hips, landing loud to the waist, clobbering her way up-torso, but Holt doing a nice job of defending the wide wallop. Olivia spearing Jennette a pounding jab, bloodying her nose. Holt stepping to spots, fading back from McCurdy, walking around her—blonde refusing to stay in one place any more, making Jennette move her feet. Olivia beating Jennette to punches—straight right hands off the jab, hooks off the jab and right cross chases—good brisk combination have McCurdy covering up and waiting her turn.

R5: Ramrod jabs midring from Olivia, coaxing Jennette into a high earmuff guard. Holt bends her knees, chops a harsh right hand to breadbasket; straightens up into a clanging hook, swiveling McCurdy's head, putting her on her heels. Jennette stamping back into ropes, digs in, mitts tight at temples, 'cause HERE COMES OLIVIA! Holt crouching in, head low, arms LASHING away to body. MCCURDY ANSWERS BACK! Crowd roaring, Jennette punching back desperation straight lefts and rights - LANDING ON OLIVIA'S FACE! Holt straightens up, joins in the fun - hooking wide with the left hand/driving in short-righty, even as McCurdy's scrubbing away. BOTH WOMEN SCORING! Dangerous trade - fighters getting pasted, till Olivia’s left hook finally turns Jennette's chin, buckling her knees: Holt edges in closer, shrugging a short right uppercut to chin. McCurdy's head flaps back, knees give way and SHE'S DOWN! Jennette collapsing onto her haunches, sagging back into ropes, head lolling, dazed Olivia eyes wide in neutral corner as MCCURDY CAN'T BEAT THE COUNT! KO5 come from behind for Olivia Holt!

After: Olivia’s face lighting up as the count progresses, jumps away all exultant at the 10. "That was awesome!" she grins up at interviewer. "She bounced me around early, but I got right back in there and fought her, because that's what you have to do with a girl like this. Once she realized I wasn't going to lay down, she pretty much gave it up to me!"