THE ICE HOTEL: WINTER OPENING

QUEEN OF THE ICE HOTEL TITLE BOUT

Post by oddmanout on Nov 15, 2021 at 9:10am

 Emily Didonato

vs Queen Courtney Tailor


Results by Lookout/Writeup by OddManOut

Before: “I hated losing my tiara to that overrated Upton.” Emily admits, “But I won’t be without hardware for long, thanks to this thickheaded Instatramp who doesn’t know when she’s outclassed! I started my career here, and I’m not leaving without the title this time” Challenger’s bravo is not misplaced, she has collected a hattrick against Courtney over the course of the last year and a half. Even with the more rough-and-tumble nature of the Ice Hotel and the exhaustion factor from fighting two title fights so close together, Emily remains the heavy favorite.


Not that Courtney is letting any apprehension betray itself. “It’s her seventh title fight this year, it’s my seventh title fight. That’s more than most fighters get in their whole careers. You don’t get there by listening to the predictions, you do it by proving them wrong!”


mily channeling Kelly Brook in a stunning white-fur bikini, matching gloves and mukluks, hair loose and wild. Courtney keeping her black leather bikini top and loincloth combo, matching gloves, hair loose and cascading over her back and breasts. Fighters are right up in each other’s faces and jug-to-jug through the instructions.


R1: Courtney stepping-to aggressively: she slaps wide, amateurish punches about Emily’s head and shoulders. Didonato crouching into the batting wallop, hands at temples—she straighten up, clouting Tailor a pair of short, clipping hooks to mouth—backing blonde up in polished fashion. Courtney undeterred—steadies herself, roars back in—slugging and wailing away in pinwheel fashion. Emily forced to crouch low to ride out the turbulence—then looking for her spots to hook Tailor, or ease a shoulder into blonde torso to shove her off. Didonato keeps it midring, keeps the points for herself.


R2: Emily overwhelmed as Courtney comes whirling in: brunette calmly bending low, waiting to hook her quarry. Tailor chopping her fists down, illegally pounding rabbit punches off back of Didonato’s head—EMILY’S ROCKED! Didonato tackled hard to ropes, then groaning as Tailor pumps a series of plugging left hands to paunch while crowding in: brunette grimacing, folding forward with gloves stacked right atop left at her midsection. Courtney squares away, pushing in with her left shoulder to stablize then going to Emily’s waistline with working-woman’s rights and lefts—beating the model behind either elbow. Didonato composed—breathing through pursed lips: she’s being punished here, but she’s absorbing in good order, dipping low to slip any head shots. Tailor setting a torrid pace—alternately squashing her girl to ropes, or slugging crazily at her body, Emily attempts a last minute-rally: tucks a short, shrugging hook in blonde’s available tummy; hooks her tits; sidesteps to her right, then trades right hands to chin as Queen’s still pitchin’. Courtney’s punch shorter, weightier—Emily’s shunted back onto ropes. Weighty shove-n’-slug resumes as Tailor works out of the loose stacked-hands posture, using her left shoulder to bump and jostle


R3: Emily almost expressionless, exhaling through pursed lips, eyes thoughtful as she plies her trade. Courtney’s eyes wild as her swings, lips curled off her teeth, jugs a-sloshing with her side-to-side swinging. Didonato fighting a series of controlled exchanged—stepping inside the arc of Tailor’s wallops, allowing them to wrap around, then working tidily to tits and tummy with cuffing swat. Emily edging in behind her shoulder: she’s steadily backing Courtney up, removing much of the threat in the process as blonde’s reduced to flailing arm punches. Good thump to the body: Didonato safety-first, slipping her way inside, getting off so short, she’s hard to counter—not that Tailor’s thinking of timing punches by the looks of things.



R4: Courtney nothing if not stubborn: she's beaten back again and again - paying a heavy price for the one slapping right she grazes Emily's mouth with, and the pair of hooks that clout championship-calibres jugs. Didonato pivoting left, punishing Tailor with jabs - really banging away now: Texan wobbly butt from the midway point, turning on the spot, reacting sluggish. Emily drills a trio of jabs, then hops close, carrying a stuffing right hand to the pit of Courtney's tummy. "UHH!" Tailor shouts - legs shooting back behind her as she pitches forward, dropping to all fours. Emily to the corner with a big smile: always loving seeing Courtney in distress. Didonato dances out the round, either respectful of Tailor’s power or playing with her food, not letting things close for meaningful work.


R5: THIS is why you need to close out hurt prey: Courtney firms, starts stroking back in anger. Emily catching a right on her chin; a pair of hooks in her ribs: she backs up, lifting a right uppercut against left side of Tailor's head, then trades hooks to jug. Didonato banged up, but combative here - pressing her way forward and punching-with. Midway through, Courtney swipes a big right/left roundhouse combo against Emily's middle: challenger stops punching, has to catch her breath in behind her mitts. Down the stretch, Tailor stepping forward, punching hard on Didonato - just bashing away on head/shoulders/torso. Emily grimacing - grimly aware that Courtney's deliberately testing midsection after a JMDD title fight. Bell: girls trade stubby right hands on weary mouths; Tailor doubles it up, gets an insurance right hand home to emphatically make the point: this is my round.


R6: Emily punches Courtney into compliance via the jab: brunette scoring to blonde face, retaking initiative. Tailor brave - standing in front of Didonato, trying to punch-with: pretty to see girls  getting off with straight rights and lefts, scoring heavily upon each other in very orderly trading. Emily's jab the big difference - she's able to get the extra touch with it, or step around when she wants to move Courtney's feet, dictating terms to blonde.


R7: Emily roaming, loping the ring leggy: Courtney shadowing, jabbing brunette's chest to help cut the ring down, always looking to engage. Nippy cat and mouse through 2 minutes - both women having moments: Didonato breaks the stalemate with a limber, curling left uppercut in tight to brush Tailor’s face - followed by a tighly curled right uppercut to chin. Emily just twisting herself side to side on the spot to get these punches off in a phone booth - picking Courtney up so neat. Tailor backs off...then staggers: delayed effect shows Didonato still able to get to her blonde through 7.


R8: After early spurts of rangy flurries from Emily, Courtney jabs the cleavage, drives brunetteto ropes, sets up systematic operations. Pure shove and slug - sturdy girl on a willowy one, Didonato gritting her teeth, bouncing off ropes, trying to tie up whenever she can. Tailor so effective at keeping hands free - very hard to clinch her when she's dug in and working: she's ragdolling Emily, beating her torso blunt, thumping lefts and rights. Bell: Courtney pushes up off Didonato all business like; literally steaming fighters open-mouthed, panting, disheveled through 8.


R9: Emily outfights, outmaneuvers Courtney this round. Spirited, galloping flurries of lefts and rights rise up into Tailor's front as she shows forward peek-a-boo - much of the work blocked, but Didonato able to suppress the Queen, then sidestep her. Emily baring teeth as she darts jabs - trying for Courtney's brows or breasts. Looping right hand not getting there as Tailor's ducking under - but sidearm buggywhip right to the body a lash to respect. Courtney rubbing pink-ribs and frowning at the bell - not expecting this kind of resilience this late from her whippet.


R10: Courtney hurting, elbows in close to ribs, hands up. Emily comes a-calling - left hand up-jabbing to forehead; right hand slanting straight down into tummy for satisfying spank. Tailor groaning, backing into ropes, drawing hard-hearted Didonato forward looking to finish with buggywhip right hands deployed up and down left flank! Emily reaching her left to measure, then just bending her back into her work, stroking righty with finishing polish! Courtney cringing in pain against ropes, soaking up wallop, then ANSWERING THE RIGHT UPPERCUT! Looping shot picks up Didonato's chin, putting her wobbly-butt on the spot. Girls reload, twisting into lithe, rising left hooks from either thigh - simultaneous connection on opposing jawlines sends Tailor reeling into ropes and DROPS EMILY! Didonato knocked down to her left, then rolling to her back, Courtney swaying hurt on the spot, still showing the hands up guard, challenger’s head jerking up off canvas as she tries to sit up, but she's too hurt! Emily twitching and jerking, trying to get off her back...10 count passes her by and that's a KO10 for the winner and STILL Queen of the Ice Hotel, COURTNEY TAILOR!


After: Courtney guts out another nailbiter, but has this titanic effort cost her the lightweight belts before she even steps in the ring? Tailor dragging Didonato under the ropes and off the apron by her hair, letting her fall to the floor. Jerking her up, it’s a punch-drunk, shoving stagger through the lobby to the doors. It takes two tries to get Emily outside, as Courtney grabs the would-be Queen’s bra on the first try and the fabric gives way under the pull. Scooping Didonato around the waist and shoveling her out into the cold, Tailor accepts the Queen’s signature mink fur stole first introduced by Aishwarya Rai all those years ago. Before putting her hands through the sleeves, she removes her own bra, hands it to one of the attendants: “Hold that for me” before striding out to finish the job.



Prodding a shivering Emily over to the snow bank, Courtney shoves her to seat in the snow, then grabs her hair at the back and forces her to look up at her: “This is what happens to people who try to take what’s mine,” she rasps, then drapes her bared, battered but triumphant breasts over her vanquished opponent’s face, pushing down with her chest for a standing smother.



Didonato’s already badly drained, too weak to do anything other than meekly grab at Tailor’s wrist with her right hand. This lasts only about a minute as Courtney’s hulking rack deprives her of air – before long it relaxes and falls limp at her side to match the other arm. Tailor lets Didonato fall forward to the snow, plucking the torn white fur bra off of her as a trophy of her rival!