Sienna Miller versus Olivia Culpo

 (Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)

Pre Fight: “Sienna used to be a force at flyweight, then she got spooked by younger and faster girls and decided to move up to bantam rather than be exposed and lose her title to one of them. Since then, she’s been a joke at bantam and mediocre in catchweight bouts. Tonight I’ll knock her out and add another has been of yesteryear to my resume” states a confident Olivia. “Many girls have doubted me in the past, and the majority of those have caught a severe beating. Olivia might be younger than me, but experience and skill will trump youth and overconfidence any day of the week” responds Sienna. Olivia comes out first, disrobing to reveal a baby blue bikini with white trim along with matching gloves and boots, long brown hair swept back into a ponytail. Culpo in phenomenal shape, tight abs on display as she awaits her foe. Sienna out next escorted by Jamie Pressly, disrobing to reveal a white bikini with matching gloves and boots, short blonde hair framing her face. During the refs instructions both girls opt to go forehead to forehead, Olivia refuses to touch gloves and simply shoves Sienna prompting the ref to dive between the two to ensure that they save it for the first.

R1: Olivia rushes out of her corner shocking her foe, hurling a trio of jabs into Sienna’s chest to bring her hands up, dipping beneath a left as she slams a right hook into the blonde’s belly, butting her upright as she folds forward and slamming a left hook into her mouth before Miller can clinch. Culpo snarling, twisting and turning in Sienna’s grip before she muscles her way free and flies forward eager to make a statement. Miller breathing hard as he works to find her cool, keeping her gloves high as she skirts the perimeter, popping out quick jabs as she tries to shake off the cobwebs as Olivia pursues her along the apron, throwing three or four punches for each of Sienna’s as she tries to trap her along the ropes, finally landing a right hook just below the armpit to momentarily stop her girl, eyes twinkling as she batters the blonde’s body to close out the round, leaving her hunched over at the bell, raising a mitt to the crowd as Miller slowly makes her way to the Empire corner. Between rounds Jamie urges Sienna to box and let her girl make mistakes rather than risk a toe to toe war.

R2: Culpo flies off her stool, hurling leather as she eagerly tries to build upon the dividends she earned in the first. However, her foe has a different plan. Sienna didn’t last this long in a cutthroat league by slugging away with her foes every round, she built her brand on her jab and she quickly reestablished it as the buxom brunette hurls homerun hayakers, leaving her face and breasts open to piston like punishment. As the round goes on it’s Olivia that is beginning to tire, allowing the blonde to establish her rhythm. Things only get worse for Culpo as a left jab opens up a small cut beneath her right eye further disrupting her rhythm. Miller keeps up the pressure, not doing much damage but forcing the brunette to cover up and weather the storm. Culpo bobbing and weaving along the apron, belly and breasts on sale as Sienna cautiously pelts away, gradually chipping away at Olivia as the bell sounds to end the second.

R3: Sienna looking to pick up where she left off, pumping out a quick flurry of jabs as backs Olivia into the ropes, Culpo seething, setting up with her back on the cables as she evades, showing phenomenal upper body movement as she twists and turns to evade Miller’s shots for a good minute as her foe begins to tire, the brunette ducks beneath a sloppy right jab and stuns her blonde with a quick overhand right before returning the favor with a blizzard of hooks that freeze the veteran on the spot. Sienna scowling as she absorbs a brutal series of shots to the belly and breasts that bring her staggering forward to clinch. Olivia ruthless, sensing that she has her foe ready to go with just a little more punishment, using her world class legs to muscle Sienna to the neutral corner and pin her against the top strand, using her left to pin Miller’s guard up as she shovels a series of vicious hooks into the blonde’s navel, as the veteran fighter begins to cry out, the brunette blasts a right jab through her guard as Sienna goes limp, loading up a savage right just as the bell sounds to end the round. Culpo seething as the official bodies her back, Pressly struggling to get her girl back to the Empire corner as the brunette howls in frustration, refusing to sit between rounds as she glares at her battered foe with a twinkle in her eyes.

R4: Olivia out of her corner in a hurry, muscling her battered blonde back into her corner as she leans in cheek to cheek, leaning against an exhausted Miller and denying her the ability to retreat along the perimeter. The ref looks on closely as Sienna absorbs a tremendous amount of leather off her gloves and flanks, the veteran blonde barely evades an overhand right, throwing everything she has into a desperation left that swivels Culpo’s head and sends her stumbling backwards, Sienna crying out as she evades a counter left hook, detonating a hook of her own just below Olivia’s armpit followed by a left uppercut to the breasts forcing a shocked Miss Universe to attempt to ensnare her foe for a desperation clinch. Sienna not having it, butting Olivia back with her shoulder before slamming a straight right into her breasts. Culpo reeling, retreating to the neutral corner as she keeps her right at her chest and left at her body as she shakes her head in frustration. Miller seething, eager for payback as she blasts away at Olivia’s world class core, keeping just enough distance to deny her the clinch, Culpo crying out behind her gloves, desperately trying to ride the storm out as she takes a brutal right hook to the solar plexus, bringing the statuesque brunette down to one knee seconds after the bell. Sienna breathing heavily as she looks on while returning to the Empire corner, relieved that she’s taken some air out of brunette sails and evened things out on the cards.

R5: Culpo setting up at the ropes, still not fully recovered from the closing moments of the fourth as Sienna stoops to unload a trio of jabs to the body, circling, before returning for another flurry that spanks off Olivia’s belly button. Brunette lowering her guard ever so slightly providing an opening for a keyhole hook that blasts Culpo in the left eye, bringing the model lurching forward and leaving her chin open for a brutal left uppercut that sends a sheet of sweat flying through the air as the brunette collapses into the ropes, hands dropping below her chest, eyes closed as Sienna slings a brutal follow up left that swivels her head and mercifully drops Olivia to the canvas! Miller bellows down at her foe as the ref literally picks her up and deposits her in the neutral corner before returning to begin the count. Buxom brunette somehow manages to her her right mitt over the second strand, but she collapses back to her knees as the ref begins to count, tears welling in her eyes as her legs won’t let her go on! KO5 Sienna Miller!

Sienna upbeat in post fight interviews stating that “In a few years Olivia has the potential to be a real presence in the lower divisions. She hurt me early on, but I eventually found my legs and proved to be her better. Olivia clearly downtrodden as she doesn’t offer much to the beat writers, only stating “It wasn’t my night. The next one will be” as she returns to her locker room.