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19 April 2019 Alexandra Daddario vs Courtney Tailor

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Posted by oddmanout on Apr 19, 2019 at 6:37pm

Before: “It’s time I had a statement win!” Courtney gushes. “JMDD is about to break wide open! Hannah’s going to tie Kate’s record, so she’s going to challenge Kate to a history-making bout in the spring, and if she wins THAT, she’ll probably set it aside, which means it’s TOURNAMENT TIME this summer! Tahnee’s busy with welter title stuff, so alls I have to do is stuff Alex and then it’s MY turn!”

“I’m always glad to help a younger fighter along, but if she thinks that she can make her name at my expense just because Tahnee did, she’s sadly mistaken. Whoever comes out on top this month, they’ll have to deal with me!”

Courtney in pink bikini with gold ties, hair loose and tousled over back and breasts, white gloves. Alex in blue one-piece hair loose and long, black gloves.

R1 Alexandra crowding Courtney early, fighting inside, but fighting smart. Tailor backed up against the ropes, hunkered over, Daddario scrubbing her shoulder into blonde’s chest, getting her legs into a curling right hand to the pit of the belly, or jerking little right uppercut at smothering range. Minute of tough mugging at the ropes sees Courtney touched up plenty, Alex finally backs off to open up the ring. Tailor coming forward, crossing her arms to walk Daddario down, brunette fading back, potshotting her oncoming nemesis. Alex more or less flat footed, but controlling distance nicely—she’s got Courtney reaching with punches, coming up short, and whistling right hand counters have the Texan stepping in fence post holes at the bell. Tailor nodding in acknowledgement—realize she got worked over a little that round.

R2: Courtney with early jump, stuffs Alexandra into her home corner for a bell to bell meat lockering. All Tailor all the time, sending a message with both fists, not to mention her head and elbows--she’s pushing up on Daddario, wrestling her back, going to the body with stuffing punches and cramming right hands low, ref splits’em up repeatedly, but Alex cant get her butt off the turnbuckle as Courtney freight-trains her back in and piles on to the finish. Tailor with her face buried in Daddario’s neck, keeps chugging lefts and rights to the belly after the break--ref working hard already as the snarling cuteys are torn apart.

R3: Alexandra answering back, shows she won’t be discouraged by Courtney’s enthusiasm. Daddario reaching in under Tailor’s arms--a lot of wrestling and pushing before punches are thrown as the girls fight in a phone booth. Alex skidding a short right hand to Courtney’s skull, then working up underneath with rising left hooks--over and under attack seems to have the blonde confused as Tailor sops up punishment this round,

R4: Courtney able to charge in and tackle smaller vixen to ropes again. Tailor emerges from sweaty bundle pump-digging at gut with both arms chugging, Daddario nestled in cheek to cheek, arms crossed against her gut. Second minute, Alexandra gets a little separation with a left shoulder bump and hooks Courtney HARD to crotch! Tailor gasping, brought up short, Daddario in with a firm shoulder bump and another low-blow hook to back her blonde up. Courtney folding forward—Alex hammering lower back with clubbing right and left hands DROPPING TAILOR TO ALL FOURS! Low blows, kidney mayhem: all adds up to a heinous knockdown, struggling up on shaky legs, and ON COMES DADDARIO! Alex wades in with a savage spearing cross under the eyes, chugging gut with both dukes, rampaging up torso until she’s free-swinging head and shoulders on Courtney. Tailor getting shellacked—she makes it out of the round groggy, Daddario puts her stamp on a brutal round, sending Courtney to corner hurting.

R5: It’s mouth on shoulder, compact brawling at it’s very best. Girls covered up and hunkering in close--both heads popping up occasionally from uppercuts inside, ribs tidied up, racks pounded. Neither getting enough o the thick body-swap downstairs. Anyone reaches round the other’s back? Good opportunity for the other to jam away short to the hip and ribs. Punches so short, no backswing--just tucking and jerking, backs and legs providing all the thrust. Girls fighting by feel--laying in with each other and hook midsections blind, trying to body the other back and impose will every second. Courtney finally stacking Alexandra up brawny, going at her with digging rapidfire hooks or right hands. Thrilling stuff, not really a boxing match: both girls just taking turns pounding away.

R6: Girls wrap up and burble to the ropes, cheek to cheek, toe to toe, they take turns twisting one another against the strands, then chugging in 3 or 4 pumping body shots until the inevitable clinch. Alex getting the better of the holding and hitting at first--she’s a little more varied in her assault, finding Courtney’s chin with the inside right uppercut as well as massaging that belly with both dukes. But Tailor won’t be bullied. She bodies Daddario into the ropes, deliberately jams lefts and rights low into trunks, then gets rough with forearms upstairs as they shake the brunette up. Then it’s back to business, girls hunkering in shoulder to shoulder, straining to dominate with their legs and bodies so that punches can roam against the opponent’s midsection. Bitter smash mouth clobbering no longer boxing--leather gloves spanking loud against sweaty arms and torsos inside--Courtney the more effective aggressor as she finishes up meaty on a sagging Alex. Now Daddario wants it more. SHE helps herself to Tailor’s thighs and trunks downstairs, bringing a groan of pain as blonde tries to tie up. Alexandra working her way methodically up the torso, stuffing her punches into the belly, pulling tonight drubbing blows across the breasts, and clouting hard to the jaw as Courtney sits on the ropes before launching off into another clinch. Blonde and Brunette always bundling their foe up under the arms and chesting her heavily back--feet stomping, backsides jiggling throughout the heavy lifting from both women in a hard-hitting drawn round.

R7: Fighters muscle up on each other, Alexandra bulls her way into the O&E corner, squaring away to work. Straight out of the Dani Fishel playbook—feet planted, hips turning into baseball bat licks, fists bash indiscriminately to body, breasts and head. Courtney slugging off the ropes, but she’s getting the worst of it—falling in to clinch, Daddario all smiles as she bodies her hurting foe into the ropes. Ref’s break, Alex roaring in to finish girls trade right hands and the brunette catches a shattering blow on her face that has her stunned. Courtney reloading, pounding in another overhand right, then body, body, body with her left hooks, crippling Daddario, leaving her vulnerable to a quick spin-and-shove to put her ropeside. Alexandra pushing back punches and she eats a CRASHING hook on the chin she doesn’t see! Daddario out on her feet, reeling badly and Tailor DIGS to the liver! Ripping lefts over and over in under the elbow and ALEX SINKS TO THE CANVAS! Hugging herself in agony, trying to get off knees and it’s OVER! KO7 as Courtney Tailor gets her first JMD win!

After: Courtney drops to her knees in front of Alex, grabs the straps of the brunette’s one-piece, pulling her flush against the Playmate’s body. A quick, mocking peck on the lips, and Tailor locks on the reverse sleeper. Daddario still has some fight in her, cups her fist in the small of Courtney’s back, tries to get a bearhug going, but she’s not going to pull off a Tahnee Atkinson here. There’s too much leverage, too much flesh in her face, just too much. Her hands come apart, sliding down Tailor’s hips, in one final act of defiance hooking her thumbs to fold down the back of those pink bottoms making Courtney extra “cheeky” for a bit before collapsing in a heap on the canvas.