If you are citizen of an European Union member nation, you may not use this service unless you are at least 16 years old.
You already know Dokkio is an AI-powered assistant to organize & manage your digital files & messages. Very soon, Dokkio will support Outlook as well as One Drive. Check it out today!

27 April 2018 Olivia Holt vs Jenna Coleman

Page history last edited by caspian2 4 years, 1 month ago

Olivia Holt versus Jenna Coleman
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)

Before: “It’s no secret who we’d rather be fighting,” Olivia says in prefight. “But Nessa’s busy fighting the kind of Asylum fodder that got Jane Levy the nickname “Lucky.” “Of course, once I’m through with Jenna, she’s not going to be able to ignore me. And neither will Megan…”

“Well, isn’t it nice to be important!” Jenna reflects sarcastically. “All I have to do is get knocked out and this cute little blonde girl is set for life! It really warms the heart to be able to do something, don’t you think? Of course, beating me is something NO O&E girls have EVER done, so of course I’m quaking in my boots at the thought of crossing swords with her”

Olivia keeping her HISC-busting outfit, black bikini with high-waisted bottoms, chinlength hair, black gloves. Jenna wears a red bikini set and black gloves. Long dark brown hair wrapped in a loose bun at the back of her head

R1: Jenna scoots to midring, engaging Olivia as the rookie’s forming up. Brisk two-way tic-tac-toe--girls taking turns bouncing leather off toned tummies in rousing early trade. Girls weaving in close to get off snappy--covering up and bobbing as her opponent answers. Coleman getting much the better of it--digging brawny double hooks in under Holt’s ribs; scoring with stubby, straight combinations to blonde’s head, sends Olivia wobbling away from a hook to her chin at the minute mark. Final seconds, an exchange of furious body and head shots sees Holt’s knees dip, then straighten: she stutter-steps back after the bell, taking a dizzy knee on her way back to her corner as Coleman points, shouting “YAH!”

R2: Similar, high-octane, crowd-pleasing trade, Girls bobbing in close, digging and snatching away brisk: once again Jenna’s heavy little hands clearly getting the better of exchanges. After a minute of pummeling give and take, Olivia’s starting to step out, circle around: little mouse already forming under her left eye. Coleman walking Holt down with a little smile, brunette’s only thought is to close and work. Olivia craftier down the stretch--introducing Jenna to a pesky little jab: sidestepping the Brit’s rushes to turn her. Coleman still dominant, but main force blunted as Holt become elusive late.

R3: Jenna dipping forward behind her gloves, yet again but this time Olivia finds her with a licking right uppercut, bingo on the chin. Coleman’s hurt--stumbling forward momentarily buzzed: Holt sidesteps to her right, then edges in to hook brunette’s breasts--forcing her to ropes. Olivia pounces: flurries briskly to jug, then pushes in with her left shoulder/open right hand to smother the receipts. Holt pushes off, flurries--then pushes in left shoulder/right hand--pressing Coleman to ropes. Jenna dumbfounded--not getting off: she’s a different girl when she’s not coming forward. Olivia, pushing and pulling, ining and outing--lathering briskly to Coleman’s belly & breasts, then smothering her: canny offense puts a hurt on her Brit while keeping Holt relatively safe.

R4: Jenna gets her legs moving bouncing on her toes, with a nice stubby, stiff-arm jab tummy and tits: elbow locked as she shoves stick, pushing Olivia-girl back. Brisk exchange of rights and lefts carries Holt into Coleman's power-range: crisp, clanging connect stuns her, SENDS HER DOWN! Olivia sputtering on all fours: Jenna crowing as she hops away! Brazen Coleman pursuit, Holt giving ground under relentless pressure. brunette swinging her arms straight and wide to blonde's flanks, spanking away as Olivia hops the perimeter. Jenna's able to cut off the ring, tucking short hooks to Holt's chin, blasting her back into ropes, then piling in with clubbing clean-up combos. Olivia rocked and brawled, but scampering well: she's escaping pressure, occasionally catching Jenna coming in as Brit charges recklessly forward. Blazing stuff, Coleman cackling at the bell, Holt panting, badly ruffled by JMD-style all-in offense.

R5: Olivia turns puncher: glorious exchanges ensue as Jenna accepts all wagers. Holt in low crouch, twisting side to side trying to time Coleman, catch her swinging. Jenna shorter, more compact with her strokes: she's punching Olivia to a standstill in thrilling give and take. Both women lit up at times - all even until late: Holt finally breaks Coleman's form beating her to lefts and rights toe-to-toe. Jenna staggered, eyes suddenly glassy: Olivia straightens out her punches, starts poking away left, right, left, scoring against brunette’s mug as poor Coleman stares into leather! Bell: Holt swaying, panting with exhaustion; Jenna reeling, nose bloodied as she turns away in a fog.

R6: Jenna stubbornly keeps trying to weave her way inside, Oliva waiting, walking her into lead right cross/left hook combinations, tossing her head left then right. Coleman sputtering at hard spank, grimly trudging through it. Holt sliding to her right, shoveling punishment upstairs, Jenna simply unable to close the gap anymore. Midway through, Coleman pushing forward blunders into a CRASHING right hand, Olivia bending into the punch and plowing through the jaw. Jenna jacknifing face-first to canvas as Holt misses a clean-up left hook over top. Olivia jogs to neutral corner grinning wide as poor Jenna sleeps through the 10 count. Come-from-behind KO6 upset for Olivia Holt!

After: Ricci twice, Kendra for the JMD, Olivia’s just slain another O&E boogieman! Holt jumping into her corner’s arms, pumping her fists in the air! But as she’s making her exit, carried out by her crew, Christina Ricci slips through the ropes!

Roughly flipping Jenna over, Chrissy hikes up her skirt, and straddles her nemesis! Grabbing Coleman by the ears, she pulls the Brit’s face in snug. Ricci beaming, resting her left cheek against Jenna’s scalp, just letting her jugs get the work done. Coleman’s hands wandering blindly, finally clutching tight handfuls of Ricci’s buttocks in bitter resignation.
Chrissy putting juuuust enough jug to Jenna to render her senseless, lets her head fall to canvas,then slowly, patiently hauling her up for more. On and on—finally, officials scramble to pull Coleman away from her tormentress, bewildered & smother-drunk, hair in eyes, across her face as Ricci’s crowing, blowing kisses and waving “Bye bye, Chipmunk Cheeks! Bye bye!”