Luisana:
(30, 5’7, 115, 10:4 FCBA, VIXENS)

Melissa:
(31, 5’9, 6:0 BBU, SIRENs)

(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)

BEFORE:
A common sense match up if we’ve ever saw one - Melissa Satta quick to request for this fight with her South American counterpart from across the Atlantic, and SIRENs even offered an all expenses paid for flight over to make it official. Naturally, Luisana accepted.
Melissa sounding bitter herself when asked her thoughts about the Vixens, recalling the last crossover event in which she didn't even participate and the result was a poor showing for her team members.
“Things would’ve been different if I had been there,” Satta remarks. “Look at me now - I’m undefeated and on a 6-fight winning streak. Lollipop Lopilato? She just lost yet *another*l fight. This will be easy…”

Luisana making an appearance here of all places, baffling some commentators as she attempts to cross the Atlantic to try her luck at winning elsewhere. But her choice of opponent tonight makes us question her chances at victory. If she’s stressed though, she ain’t showing it.
“I’ve had some stumbles, yes. But everyone trips up, right? Eventually you get through and you push on, you push on, and suddenly, you're champion one day. Melissa thinks she’s all that. She reminds me of a certain Pia Miller - all talk at first, and then gets knocked down a peg or two,” the blonde responding with a flick of airy confidence.

Girls face down just in front of the ring, hands on hips, nose to nose. Luisana looking in shape for her age, pearl-coloured bra and panties topped with dark green gloves. Satta not to be outdone, toned body that would make her soccer spouse proud, red bikini and black gloves. Here we go with ten rounds of Lightweight action!

ROUND 1:
First round’s a disastrous start for the blonde, who immediately gets hounded by Satta, who’s eager to establish herself as a Welterweight contender in the ring. Luisana has little answer to the rocking right hands that come crashing into her guard over and over again, Satta just letting out wild grunts of exertion only matched by Luisana’s own grunts of shock as she struggles to deal with the brunette’s power. Blows don't actually land - not until the Luisa tries fighting back but leaves herself open, of course. She manages to score one or two quick jabs into the chin, but in every case, just gets ROCKED by a nasty hook in reply, with Melissa shrugging off the stings and delivering scalding rebuke instead. A good round for the Italian goddess as she makes it clear whose ring this belongs to over this side of the Atlantic.

ROUND 2:
One would think Satta would have been tired out by that full-on onslaught last round, but no - she’s back in the thick of it, rushing forward with another right cross straight down the middle, slamming into Luisana’s forearms. Then, she loops a left low and bangs a glove off the blonde’s breadbasket. Luisana punching back, holding her ground and chugging away as well with both fists in and out. The result is Satta gets a taste of her own medicine, eating more punches to the abs, but somehow again shrugs them off as though they were nothing but an irritation, proceeds to SHOVE the Vixen’s head to the right, then another left smacks across the cheek with consecutive hooks to face, before tagging her with more jabs as she retreats out of range. No doubt the body blows are gonna come back go bite Satta later, but for now she looks proud as a peacock at just dominating this fight.

ROUND 3:
FINALLY, Satta tiring - visibly slowing. Now it’s Luisa’s turn to shine, and the Vixen needs to. First minute and she makes up for lost time, piles on the jabs from afar and occasional hook that's taken on forearms. Satta being driven backwards, throwing half-hearted hooks in return, but then in the middle mark Luisa decides to go all in - left-hook to tummy pitches Satta forward - the blonde reaches back for a knockout uppercut like she’s taught, but gets ROTATED by wild flailing right hook from Satta, who seems to have been playing the tired-victim card all this while and waiting for that perfect opening! The blow throws Luisana off balance and sends her crashing down on her side in a raw display of power! Knockdown for Melissa Satta!
Just when Luisana’s luck was on the rise… At least the crowd’s cheering an underdog when they see one, and the blonde is showing heart enough, rising on trembling all fours. She needs to win this fight but her horoscope not showing much fortune to suggest otherwise. Little sympathy from Melissa, who’s grinning in corner and bunching gloves together, even goading the blonde to get up to continue the fight, something about “I’ve barely worked up a sweat, babe!” But nope, Luisana rising back up by the count of 8. She’s still on shaky legs, eyes dreading the last minute in the round.
As expected, Satta flying in guns a’blazing, chopping lefts and rights into vulnerable tummy, even knocking her chin back with sneaky uppercuts mixed in there. Lopilato holding on, however, despite being driven back into the ropes over and over again. She’s left panting hard and not looking too good at the bell. Her corner has a look of concern on his face, with Steve Boyd considering throwing in the towel if this massacre keeps on going on for the next seven rounds.

ROUND 4:
Luisana showing plenty of spunk and a hardy defence so far. Despite Satta’s punching power, she still has yet to break her guard apart, so far being satisfied with the body blows and buffeting the Vixen about all four corners of the ring instead. Luisana puts up another valiant fight in the fourth, but her half-hearted jabs at Satta either hurt too little, too late, or absorbed by the Italian’s own guard. Luisana trying a hook or two herself this time but leaves herself open to BIG return hands that smash into her face. By the end of the first minute the blonde is looking punch-drunk - her footwork wobbly and her jabs all over the place. Boyd banging on the apron in last ditch effort to get his girl moving again, but to no avail. Mercifully, Satta puts her away with a couple of big shots that crash into her guard, finally blowing it apart completely. Then final uppercut straight down the middle knocks Luisana’s lights out as it crashes up into the chin - the blonde crumples into a heap and STAYS there! It’s over!!

Official Decision: Melissa Satta defeats Luisana Lopilato via KO4!

AFTER:
What a purely dominant display from the Italian goddess. She wanted to make a statement tonight and by golly did she make one. Some calling this matchup unfair and lopsided from the beginning, with Satta being two inches taller and all, but from the performance of Luisana tonight, she too needs some brushing up in terms of skill. She started her career off on a stellar trajectory but look where she is now - lying sprawled at another girl’s feet.
Melissa taking her time and gloating, one foot resting on Lopilato’s throat in wicked payback for how the Vixens treated the Sirens in their prior crossover event. We all know, however, who the real target is in her eyes, and surprisingly, she’s the one entering the ring now, politely applauding her teammate’s victory tonight: Petra Nemcova appearing happy for her fellow stablemate’s win, but no doubt some measure of caution in her eyes as well as she sizes up a potential rival for her seat as queen of the stable.

Petra offering a handshake of congratulations, and the audience holds their breath as Satta stares at her open palm without moving, considering the risk vs. reward. With a deep breath, she takes the plunge, grasps Petra’s hand firmly. The two girls glare into each other’s eyes without blinking, lips moving in sullen and cutting action. No doubt pleasantries being exchanged there and then are nothing but, judging from the sly smile on Nemcova’s lips as Satta tries to pull her arm away from her firm grasp, but the blonde NOT letting go. Look of horror on Satta’s face as she finds herself instead suddenly TUGGED inwards, with a knee conveniently buried into her belly as she’s doubled over in pain.

Petra here to make a statement her of her own it seems, hoisting the injured brunette up onto her shoulders as though it were effortless, holding her prone body above her head in a set-up for a nasty Gorilla Press Drop. The winded Italian groaning but can’t do much else but squirm to get free. But before she manages to - BLAM - Petra sends her entire body crashing 10 feet into the ground! Melissa lets out a groan as she tries to roll away and out of the ring. Petra letting her, eyes smouldering intently as Satta is escorted away by Dani Robertson, all the while cursing at the blonde back in the ring.
Good gosh - what a twist of events! And here we thought that the blonde was always the good guy! A proper showdown between these two vixens is sure to be on the horizon at this rate. Stay tuned!