Sienna Miller vs. Carmella Decesare

(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)

Before:  "While my tenure at HMK could have ended better for me, I can't think of a better way to mark my return after a few years away than to batter my old friend Sienna. Also, before I forget, I’d like to thank Empire’s interim GM for the opportunity to clear that dead weight off their roster and for having my back tonight. So, how about a little history lesson… Let's look back to that magical night in 2005 when I broke her little heart." States a smirking Carmella as she flicks on a monitor to her left depicting the highlights of her win via submission over Miller. "Look at those tears, here we go..... 1 . 2..... no mas...... DeCesare freezing the film as Sienna utters the words "no more, she's, no more". "Tonight we will re-enact that magical moment, and my ascent to the throne once more." Sienna ashen faced when informed of Carmella's stunt "she beat me badly, I will admit that. But tonight she's facing a completely different woman. While we've both held championships since our last encounter, I've been in there with the best. I managed to best Michelle Williams, a top ten of all time in this division, and held my own against Hayden and Sarah while she labored to beat Alice Eve. Tonight I'll batter her before re-establishing my dominance within my stable and send a message to the rest of the division."

Carmella comes out first, escorted by Olivia Wilde and Aly Michalka. The brunette beauty disrobes to reveal a bright pink bikini, matching gloves and boots, long flowing brown hair loose and straight. Sienna out next escorted by Jamie Pressly. The blonde is clearly ready to go as she flings her robe to the canvas to reveal a lemon yellow bikini, matching gloves and boots, short blonde hair loose and framing her face. Both girls race mid-ring as the official reads the pre-fight instructions, Decesare leaning in and down to taunt her foe with fake tears, prancing back to her corner as the official struggles to force Sienna to her corner.

R1: Mella flashing the legs that won her a title early on, galloping and feinting, stooping to flick quick jabs at Sienna's breasts. Miller scowling, charging in behind a raised guard, being blasted and slapped around as she tries to brawl, Mella's pre-fight mind games taking the cerebral blonde out of her element. After a minute of flawless dancing DeCesare is finally tagged by a jab that strikes her on the nose, followed up by a right hand that juts her chin upwards. Brunette stumbling to her right, buzzed by the shot as Sienna storms forward, pulling her blonde in for an early clinch to buy herself some time. Mella proving elusive in the pocket as action resumes, evading Sienna's sloppy and hateful punches as the blonde wears herself out trying to land that one killer punch, blonde belly quivering as she's expended over 70 punches thus far, frequently missing over the top, brunette fighting back with her back against the ropes, rivals letting their hands fly in the final seconds as Carmella lands a trio of hooks to the body, Sienna responding with a booming hook to the belly that once again freezes Mella, but the brunette manages to snare her in a clinch until the bell.

R2: Mella looked hurt at the end of the first and Sienna knows it, blonde going back to her jab, closing the distance and pounding away at DeCesare's lean body. Brunette crying out, trying to counter with a booming left hook that sails over Sienna's head and briefly exposes her chin, blonde answering with a left cross that stuns Carmella and forces her to cover up, Miller focusing on her foe's breasts, peppering her pups with one twos before a snarling Mella slams a desperation hook into her cheek, blonde staggered as the lean brunette is able to muscle her way free and shove Sienna into the ropes, slashing away with hooks to the body as the blonde covers up at the bell. Between rounds Wilde is irate, demanding that she boxes and builds up a lead on the cards, rather than risk a “fluke” in a slugfest.

R3: Carmella finally listening to her corner, using her superior reach to keep Sienna at bay, leaning in on her left to pump out rapid one twos before thrusting out counter hooks to keep her blonde on a string, Sienna giving chase as she is continually scuffed up by DeCesare's lanky lashes, forced to cover up and eat brunette leather as she tries to close the distance, but before she can unleash any significant leather Carmella's spinning free and keeping her off balance with yet more lanky jabs. Finally the brunette closes the distances, taking a spanking left off her hip before pulling her blonde forward and slamming a brutal left into her solar plexus, Sienna stumbling backwards as she covers up along the ropes, brunette grinning, slapping a scorching pair of hooks to her exposed body at the bell.

R4: Carmella grinning as the fourth begins, dropping her hands as her corner howls in protest, thrusting out quick jabs before sampling Sienna's aching body, blonde keeping a compact form behind raised mitts, taking shots off her flanks and defending well as she tries to close the distance, slowly cutting down the ring as DeCesare is gradually herded into the corner. Blonde eating a jab off her forehead, catching Carmella by surprise as she can't spin free and clipping her chin with a left hook. Brunette freezing on the spot, finally raising her mitts but not before Sienna slams another shot into her mouth, Miller seething as she rushes forward and scrubs away at Carmella's exposed belly, firing a series of punishing shots to her abs and breasts as DeCesare panics, Carmella trying to clinch, but Sienna slams a right uppercut into her chin and drops the maulin' model to her knees! Brunette slamming the canvas in frustration, rising at seven and trying to retreat, but her legs aren't all the way back. Sienna rushing in, pancaking her woozy nemesis to the ropes and chugging away to the body, Mella forced to pull her blondes head down, holding on for dear life as Sienna tries to flail her way free, brunette's flawless pre-fight face is a mess, auburn locks loose in her eyes, mouth wide open as she stoops, forcing Miller to support her weight, crying out as the blonde whispers in her ear as the bell sounds to end the fourth.

R5: Mella slamming her mitts together as the fifth begins, eager to win some respect on the inside, crouching in the pocket before lighting up Sienna's belly with spanking right hands, Miller crying out but slugging back, slapping compact hooks off DeCesare's face and breasts. Brunette grimacing upon receipt, digging away at her foe's midsection, twisting her torso to absorb shots on her flanks and open up new angles to set her blonde's belly and ribs ablaze, finishing up with a swiping right hook that swivels her head, Sienna crying out, but finding a home for her right just below Mella's right elbow, girls continue to trade hateful leather until the bell sounds. Between rounds both girls are gulping down air, neither will have the legs to retreat going forward, exchanging hateful glares as they prepare to enter the sixth.

R6: Sienna pumping quick jabs while pivoting to her left, DeCesare in pursuit, bending and weaving, deflecting most of her rivals' leather, but she’s unable to find her rhythm as Miller lets her hands fly. Sienna keeps up to the pressure, putting together punishing flurries of right hands to the body, twisting to her right to evade a booming hook and countering with a left hook just below brunette elbow. Carmella bending forward, crying out in agony as Miller follows up with a pair of right uppercuts to DeCesare's heaving breasts followed by a sickening left that snaps brunette head back and sends a startled Carmella staggering to the ropes as she cowers behind her mitts, DeCesare defending well against the ropes as she bends and weaves on the cables, blonde mouth breathing as she greedily slams her mitts of Carmella's guard, finally turning her attention to Carmella's lean, chiseled core in the final twenty seconds, Sienna absolutely gassed as she slaps lackluster hooks and jabs off brunette body, muscles rippling upon receipt as DeCesare shakes off the cobwebs and begins to taunt her foe, Miller ashen faced, slapping a right off Carmella's navel before staggering forward and clinching, brunette snarling, shoving off Sienna as the bell sounds, jutting out her chin and gesturing to her body and then Sienna's. Miller picking up the round on pure aggression, and taking the lead through six, but collapsing in exhaustion on her stool as Carmella snarls from across the ring.

R7: Brunette hopping up and down in her corner, slamming her mitts together as the bell sounds, making her way mid ring with her mitts at her sides, taunting her drained foe, feinting high to shift her guard before spanking a trio of right hooks into blonde ribs as Sienna grimaces. Carmella easily weaving away from Miller's counter shots, snapping jabs off blonde forehead and breasts, then bending gracefully in the pocket to pepper Sienna's belly. Miller is visibly devastated by DeCesare's punishment, stooping forward as she covers up earmuff, providing an easy target for Carmella as she slams an overhand right into tender blonde ribs, forcing the stunned starlet to stumble into the ropes. Carmella taunting her foe, reminding her of her disgraceful submission in the sixth round of their first encounter, grinning widely as she shreds Sienna's body, jabbing to keep her covering up earmuff before slamming quick left, right, left flurries to her flanks, blonde wilting, stiffening up with punishment as she turns into the cables, brunette obliterating her with a trio of brutal buggy-whip right hands to her exposed left flank, Sienna in agony, sobbing aloud as she takes a knee! Carmella taunting her foe, bodied back by the official as the time keeper bats out the ten second warning. Blonde in abject misery, making it up at the count of nine and setting up at the ropes behind a rickety guard as the bell sounds. Brunette taunting her foe as she staggers back to the Empire corner, asking if she wants to make it two in a row, Miller in a daze on her stool, lips pursed as she refuses to entertain submitting, breathing heavily as she prepares for the eighth.

R8: Carmella the aggressor as the round begins, but Sienna is doing a good job dipping in the pocket and twisting to take most of her opening shots on her shoulders and arms, once Mella is a bit punched out she begins to answer back with clubbing blows that pierce her mitts, slamming a right off her chin and sending the brunette teetering backwards. DeCesare covering up, pushing at Miller with her mitts and only slapping back as she takes control. Blonde gritting her teeth, crying out as she punishes her foe's core with compact rights, bludgeoning her gorgeous face with slashing jabs, stacking her reeling foe against the turnbuckles and letting her hands fly, Sienna burying her head beneath Mella's unsteady guard and chugging away to the body, shots spanking off her sweaty core as Carmella begins to sob, brunette leaning down over her foe, mitts draped over her back and nearly reaching her bottoms, brunette nearly lifted onto the bottom rope with sustained punishment, somehow holding on until the bell. As a crestfallen DeCesare makes her way to her stool, Sienna cries out "quit, quit you b*tch, some 2005 flashback huh!"

R9: Mella somehow manages to make it up for the ninth, brunette refusing to quit as she sets up at the ropes behind a raised guard, Sienna mouth-breathing as she makes her way to her foe, slapping a hook around her guard that bounces off DeCesare's head, following up with a trio of jabs that pierce her guard and butt into her mouth. Blonde crying out "say it '' before snapping Carmella's head back with a thick left jab, following up with a digging right to the belly that drops a weary DeCesare to the canvas! Mella sobbing into the canvas as she falls forward, Sienna reaching to club her in the back, dragged away by the official who finally returns to begin the count, somehow the brunette manages to make it up at nine as the ref beckons Miller forward, blonde snarling, hate in her eyes as she seeks to avenge her loss all those years ago, blasting away at Carmella's shoddy guard until her hands sag at her hips, taking a moment to look over her swaying foe as flashbulbs pop around the arena, Miller opting to break her foe's heart, stacking her against the ropes and slamming a hateful right into her navel, brunette folding forward but Sienna shoves her back up and continues to batter her body with a slow trickle of leather, switching her focus to Mella's heaving breasts as the brunette sobs in agony, as her moans fill the arena Miller mercifully ends it with a final right to the belly button, allowing her gutted rival to collapse to the canvas, tears flowing down her face, body quivering in agony, KO 9 Sienna Miller!

After:  "After all those years that felt good. For nearly a decade I was branded as a quitter, a fighter who would rather throw in the towel than go out swinging. Tonight I beat and battered Mella until she quit, until she begged me to end it. Mella.... was a warm up for what's to come. Aly… Liv…. I'll see you soon." Carmella refusing post fight interviews, lanky brunette in a daze as she's escorted to the back after a brutal war.