Results: Lookout!; Words: OddManOut

(Lightweight Title)
Before: Things have never been easy between Odds & Ends principal lightweights, having to partner with the woman who stripped you of your first title is something only attempted once in the FCBA, and never in a case where BOTH had that privilege. In 2014, Christina Ricci and Sarah Shahi hugged after 13 rounds, that won’t be happening this time.
Bar: "I'm every bit as hot as her, I'm every bit as put together and it's high time we figured things out between us. Just because she got lucky doesn't mean I'm not good enough to share the ring and it sure as hell doesn't mean I can't kick her ass. You come in a TAUT 130, or I'm gonna b*tch slap you like you've NEVER been b*tch-slapped before!"
Adriana open-mouthed, absolutely speechless at the sheer vehemence radiating from the other side of the table. Special "Non-Interference" clause reputed to have been signed - press attempts to substantiate the rumour meeting with tight lipped silence the O&E stable.
Triangle cut tie-side bikinis all around, multi-colored pattern for Bar, flat black for Adriana. Refaeli’s blonde hair up in a battle bun, Lima’s raven locks in a high pony. Black gloves for the Champ, Red for the Challenger.
R1: Bar able to maintain order in the first minute, rejecting a series of murderous rushes from Adriana, running her onto the jab, forcing her back outside. Range established, Refaeli starts to come forward, spends the second minute methodically advancing, getting the right hand dialed in, Lima backing up, lifting her arms to block, but this isn’t a good posture for her. Down the stretch Bar puts it all together--slamming jabs, slicing footwork to get position, and lean into a short, crashing right to the chin and THERE GOES ADRIANA! Lima sprawled against the ropes, face pale, eyes dreamy, Refaeli extending the left to measure, then driving it off her back foot, plowing rights home to chin and chest. Adriana’s turn to show some heart once again, she soaks up some bombs, legs atremble, but holding firm, Bar denied an Upset of the Year KO by the bell.

R2: Adriana not all the way back, but Bar hangs a jab and the desperate champ chops a murderous right hand over it, swiveling the blonde’s head, bending her knees. Now Lima trudges forward, loading up rights, bashing down on the ear, back of the head region as Refaeli staggers away. Bar hits ropes all ashambles, reaches to accept a charging Adriana onto her chest. Refaeli bogging the action down, tieing her girl up, wrestling Lima onto the ropes, veteran gets ugly to buy time. After the break, Bar doing some nice boxing midring, pounding the jab to chest, stacking Adriana up and backing the aggressive champ up.

R3: Adriana more mobile after the early fireworks, using her educated feet, maneuvering Bar around the ring. Lima willowy at times, gliding to either side, then slashing in to work - she's leading right hands to get Refaeli covering up, then licking at the ribs, tucking into jug and tummy as blonde rides it out. Bar answering in spots - waiting for Adriana to finish, then answering back short right hands, turning on stout left hooks. Lima eating the occasional right hand as she backs away to regroup, shaking her head "No", as though Refaeli can't hurt her.

R4: Bracing jabs disrupt Adriana from the start; thick heavy left hands bash her hard across the mouth, punching her out of her stance – Refaeli’s right cross lands squarely below her left eye, putting her wobbly-butt. Bar’s recovering nicely from two hard rounds, going strong after brunette, Lima’s a bit spooked by the right hand as she retreats, allowing blonde to cut off more and more of the ring successively. Refaeli finally corrals Adriana to the ropes and lays siege; brunette covers up, turning from side to side as she tries to block and slip blonde’s punches, but she’s still getting buffeted time and again leaving her unable to get off with punches of her own. Bar’s unhurried, not smearing Lima against the strands – she’s taking her time, showing good form as she has her way and treats the champ like her own personal heavy bag. In the second minute, Adriana slides sideways to her right off of the ropes, retreating and looking to circle back towards midring; Bar measures her perfectly for a right cross and THE CHAMP GOES DOWN! Lima’s dropped to her back in an instant, arms are around her chest with hands up in the air, legs quivering, eyes shut as her head lolls back and forth, moaning softly as she tries to shake off the hurt. Bar stands over her showboating, bringing her right glove up to her lips and blowing on it like it’s a sheriff’s six-shooter, savoring the moment instead of going to the neutral, delaying the count by precious seconds that may have made her a champion. Adriana takes her 8, covers up at the ropes as Refaeli wants more – it’s all about the blonde as she hacks at Lima’s guard with big lefts and rights. By round’s end Bar has punched Adriana’s arms apart and is helping herself to the champ’s belly and breasts, ignoring the bell – she’s physically pulled back by the ref and wrenches her arms free, raising her gloves and roaring in victory as Lima is left sullen with her butt in ropes.

R5: Bar carefree in the opening moments, leaves herself open for a right-handed wallop on the jaw, stumble-footing to her left, hands at her eyebrows. Adriana striding forward, leans into another clobbering overhand right, getting around Refaeli's wrist to smash the ear. Bar battered sideways to the ropes - she hits 'em ramshackle, groggy behind a rigid high guard. Adriana in a wide stance, she starts that vicious lashing, wide lefts, clubbing rights, side to side haymakers that bash past and through the challenger’s defence. REFAELI GOES DOWN! Bar wilting under the barrage, finally droops to a knee. Adriana steps forward to claps her mitts into Refaeli’s hair to press her face against the Champ’s tummy & trunks like she’s in the old Wolfpack as the ref tries to restore order. Lima blowing kisses to the audience, hands outstretched on the top ropes as Bar takes her 8. Final seconds a mop up, Adriana cleaning up on Refaeli with muscular wide lefts and rights, blonde, giving away her ribs and back for free. At the bell, Lima stoops to palm Bar heavily back into the ropes - blonde head lolling semi-conscious on a limp neck - brunette grinning, refreshing herself with the sight.

R6: Adriana really takes it to Bar bell to bell. Refaeli unable to come forward, can’t extend--she’s pressed ropeside, leaning back, gloves up, trying to block the incoming, Lima dipping side to side, pulling in compact wallop from either mitt, driving into the challenger with her shoulder to stack the blonde up, then digging furiously amidships when in tight. Ref issuing breaks, Adriana wading back in to keep the pressure on--not pretty, but it’s good, effective mauling. Lima blocked upstairs for the most part, but she’s savaging Refaeli to the hips, waist and ribs, good body work done by a hungry champ this round.

R7: Adriana shoving a jab to Bar's chest then crunching into the waist brawny right/lefts. Rugged wide body shots slam off Refaeli's ribs, she fades to ropes covered up, looking a little shellshocked. THE LASHING! Lima snarling, set in a wide power stance and she is GOING to that hard body with ruinous, two fisted mayhem. Hips twisting into the shots, great glorious thumping impacts - Bar grimacing, getting paralyzed - she knows she's got to punch back and it's a BRAWL! Refaeli slugging for her life, teeth bared; Lima taking punches, swinging away, crowd on its feet! Girls trade hooks and BAR SINKS TO A SEAT IN THE ROPES! ADRIANA HELPS HERSELF! Lima POURING into the breach, rotating her torso through clobbering lefts and rights against Refaeli's available face, pounding away what's left of her rival's consciousness. Horrific series of blows freezes Bar, then she sprawls to canvas face first at Adriana’s feet. Your winner by KO7 and STILL lightweight champion, Adriana Lima!

After: Bar brought around in stages on her stool - Adriana waiting impatiently, tapping her foot, standing with arms crossed, then pushing her way in to exact tribute. Refaeli pulled roughly to her feet by her shoulders: Lima stuffing one more right hand to tummy just to make her lurch forward and push the breath out. Fingers of her hands curling into Bar's damp locks as the blonde's face is sealed tight to the taut abs of the Ultimate Angel.
Bar writhing, pushing at hips, then flapping her arms against Adriana's sweaty flanks: slippery work as Lima adjusts her feet while Refaeli writhes and struggles. Her stool is knocked over, attendants scattered - Bar like a bucking bronco, trying to dislodge her tormentress while there's still strength to do it. Lima hanging on, eyes blazing, clearly resentful of Refaeli's blatant defiance here. Girls topple to canvas – Adriana leg-lashes her way on top, stabilizing Bar beneath her hips. No escape for the blonde now - she beats sadly at Lima’s bronzed back with open hands and forearms, slapping away. Casta breathing steadily now, arms locked in tight - she brings her legs up underneath her, Refaeli’s hips twist side to side, losing vitality with every passing second.
In minutes, it's over. Bar's legs stretch out still, her hands reach up behind Laetitia to pull weakly at raven locks. Lima rocking gently atop her foe, eyes glaring into the distance as hips mop up whatever's left of Refaeli's resistance. Bar's arms relax out to the side as Adriana rises to accept her belts, her face shiny, lips parted in a little KO'd pout: Lima's used up every last drop of Refaeli tonight.