Before: Tractorpull can dismiss it, but this is Samara’s chance to haul herself into title contention despite her dry spell the last two months. Kira also in need of a win. The bantam phenom has slowed noticeably since losing her first title.

Silver triangle top, black bottoms for Kira, white gloves, hair loose. Samara sporting a red bandeau w/ white dots, black gloves, hair in a crown braid.

R1: Samara ducking the opening head shot, standing her ground and slugging early - eager to stand in the pocket and trade right hands with Kira. Spirited crowd pleasing stuff, both girls lighting each other up to head and breasts, but down the stretch: Weaving wins the race to an overhand right between the eyes, locking Kosarin up and twisting into a clanging follow up hook to chin. Kira staggers back, eyes are glassy, mouth open as a grinning Samara storms across the ring. Weaving with 30 seconds to mop up in, drives in with the top of her head square between the jugs, draping a groaning Kosarin in the ropes, then shoving in rights and lefts to the trunk line, folding her prey forward. Samara finishing up brawny, left arm in a light, dangling headlock around Kira, right hand plundering jug up underneath as the ref moves in at the bell.

R2: Samara again standing right in front of Kira and throwing down with her. Weaving gritting her teeth and punching hard, but catching thick on her paunch, and backing up, Kosarin coming downstairs to work the body, putting punches together, shoeshining those tits, digging to her gut and by the final minute Samara’s butt is in the ropes. Kira finishing up with big swinging lefts and rights to Samara’s stubborn gut as blonde stoops forward behind her guard.

R3: Kira seeing the light, commits to JMD-style bodywork. Mouth on shoulder, bruising bump-and-slug--girls just taking turns nudging each other back, hooking offending tummies, tits and chins, looking for ripping right hands when there’s enough distance. Both riding their guards into each other, arms earmuffed with elbows protecting their breasts, shoulders used for leverage and bounce, both punching out of rhythmic little bobs. Kira getting the better of it, backing Samara up fairly consistently, Aussie engaging in stoic battles all around the canvas, but firefights usually end with her giving ground, Kosarin advancing.

R4: Grinding trench warfare resumes--girls all moist and beat up on their stools, standing with intense eyes, wading back into each other and trying to impose will,. Snuggled in close, they’re just turning on tight right uppercuts, licking hooks downstairs, always trying to be the one pressing forward. Both reaching around the other’s waist or arms, bogging the other down when not punching--lot’s sweaty, grimy work, but with enough constant action that the ref doesn’t have to break much. Kira steadily being worn down, Samara walking her back, drumming away consistently to tummy&tits

R5: Kira ups her intensity level, starts to outwork Samara, Girls pushing into each other, writhing for position, smuggling punches into pain-wracked guts or turning tight to jug, bodying up to smother the receipts. Weaving with a good first minute, getting on Kosarin and scrubbing, but at the minute mark, brunette steps back and detonates a series of POUNDING rights and lefts against Samara’s breadbasket as the Aussie walks into them, shaking those knees and forcing the fight’s first “I’m hurt” clinches. Weaving bullied into the ropes and mauled, Kosarin using her shoulders and arms to brace, setting her feet, then hauling in brutal right hands body&breasts, leaving Samara pasty-faced by the bell.

R6: Samara surging in, tackling, driving Kira to the ropes, then holding her down reminiscent of Mish at her savage best. Weaving’s fists constantly digging in tits and tummy, or clubbing away head and shoulders, Kosarin arms crossed, laying over on one side or the other, just trying to blunt the damage, hoping for exhaustion to take effect. Samara the bully, beating Kira into a double-up swoon, then palming her upright, job of work to stack the bigger girl up against the ropes, then work her over some more. Constant tousle rubbing, the shoulder-butts, the elbow-pushes, the body-pressing--it’s non-stop, just one girl going at another with everything she’s got, heaping on, plugging body&breasts with those murderous double and triple right hands. Kosarin coming apart at the seams, not punching back, head lolling drowsily,, this thing becomes a dreadful beat-down. Finally, inevitably, Kira pools to canvas, mouth pouted open in abject surrender. Stunning upset KO6 for Samara Weaving in her JMD debut!

After: Samara laying Kira down on her back gently, before lizard-walking her way up from Kosarin’s feet, straddling her prey the whole way. Weaving opting for a loose seal, just getting Kira groggy, really just putting her scent on her. Samara with her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of Kosarin between her breasts before swinging herself off to the side. She looks down on the woozy Kira, then pinches the beaten brunette’s nostrils closed. Kosarin instinctively opens her mouth to breath, and Weaving plants an open-mouthed kiss on her, opting to put her own twist on this her first JMD win!