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24 June 2022 Title Demi Rose vs Lindsey Pelas

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OFFICIAL FCBA "SUMMER SHOWDOWN" PPV 2022

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 25 June 2022 at 1:33pm

Demi Rose versus Lindsey Pelas (POTB Championship)

(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)

Before: “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I like my chances!” Lindsey admits. “I didn’t arrange the schedules or anything, so I’m not going to apologize that I didn’t have to work as hard to get here. I’m going to end Demi’s streak AND give CWF its first title, and I’m going to love every minute of it!”

Demi husbanding her energy, not rising to blonde bait, even while she acknowledges the odds: “If I only took the fights where the odds were on my side, I’d be in the ring with girls like Charlie XCX or Zazie Beetz, lots of wins that nobody remembers. Instead, I took the risks, and I have the hardware to show for it!”

Both fighters disdaining a robe for their entrance. Lindsey emerging in the same orange slingshot she’s been wearing since the beginning of this tournament, red gloves, hair loose and starting to show the signs of the sweat stringiness. Demi in her famous gold micro, black gloves, hair loose and pulled down her back.

R1: Demi sets up at ropes, invites Lindsey in: blonde obliges, Sweaty work in close: Pelas mopping her face across Rose’s upperchest as each squirms for position inside. Brawny arms reaching in under each other, pushing inner-elbows, writhing for supremacy. Demi looking to smother—pulling Lindsey’s head down with either hand, clipping her cheap before ref can bark. Pelas looking to break clinches—struggling hard to free herself up. Lindsey beating at her foe’s hips and midsection until she’s tied up, then wiggling furiously, heedless of her head or shoulders as she bumps Demi rough. Constant attrition—either pushing or clinching—girls bathed in their own and each other’s sweat. Down the stretch, Pelas leaning in, working hard: Rose swats a tight little right to the ear; licks a VICIOUS left uppercut—punching the mouthpiece off blonde’s teeth; finishes with a swiping, tight little hooks inside. Lindsey staring in stupor, backs away hurt, astonished—Demi stands up off the ropes, missing a lead right hand, but landing a swinging hook to the forehead. Pelas stomping back on her heels, then looking to trade—but she’s terribly hurt—just waving leather. Rose’s eyes bright as she tries to lure Lindsey onto a good night uppercut, but just can’t find the sweet spot at the bell.

R2: Demi keeps hugging the ropes. Lindsey on top, courting danger as she tends to stoop when she’s pushing inside: while she’s looking for room to hook big, she’s vulnerable to quick uppercuts from Rose. Danger for Demi is Lindsey’s relentless pressure and work rate—brunette falling behind in connects and attempts, absorbing terrible punishment to her chassis and limbs. Pelas doing a good job of numbing Rose to the body, THEN looking for the head—scoring good, clubbing lefts or rights in close. Lindsey clipping, swiping and cuffing brilliantly—picking Demi’s face up and putting leather on jug. Bell: Pelas still in there working, Rose grimacing as she answers—ref has to physically pull seething beauties apart.

R3: More rope work. Demi doing well when she can tip a little to either side, get a shoulder into Lindsey, then pick her up with an uppercut from either hand, punching supple off either foot as she lays against the ropes. Pelas squirming in, fighting off Rose’s chest—always attempting to square her Brit up first, then bludgeon her. Demi distributing punishment very well—smashing at hips and arms; working paunch, digging in thick behind either elbow; jamming away in tight to jug—often following through with brawny shoulder to bra as well; clobbering away temples and ears. Lindsey warned for excessive tousle-rubbing, Rose for excessive holding, and holding-and-hitting. Bell: Ref’s just going to have to accept that these girls will continue to work until physically separated. Demi panting, but still in the fight.

R4: More rope work. Demi’s butt in ropes as she dips from side to side, bends forward or leans back into ropes. Rose mouth open, face strained: constant pounding of Lindsey’s fists has her Brit in a state of throbbing numbness. Demi fitting an evil left hook in under Lindsey’s right elbow at one point—taking blonde’s breath away, forcing her to whiff on the right-hand receipt. Rose turning into tight swats, then curling into a defensive posture on either side, laying into the ropes for support. Pelas? Sustaining a torrid non-stop pummeling of her foe. Occasionally hurt or rocked by Demi’s shot-placement—Lindsey fights through it, hammering that golden brown torso in hardhearted reprisal, blonde’s easier path to the final becoming a weapon—she’s taken less punishment and it shows. As Rose’s tailing off, starting to clinch and look for breaks, Pelas struggling to get hands free and keep slammin’. Bell: Lindsey snuggled in close, pumping her fists to tummy—mindlessly kneading that paunch until ref pulls her off. Demi sagging in ropes, looking haggard: she just can’t get Pelas off her.

R5: Demi ropeside: Lindsey attacking—that’s not going to change. Fight taking place on a little patch of sand just a few feet to the right of the O&E corner—Pelas willing to march across the ring and take the fight to her girl. Rose tilting and leaning, rolling and twisting—cuffing and bumping at Lindsey just with hip and back movement behind the shots (very little arm swing). Pelas taking time to palm her girl’s shoulders, or pull Rose’s head to one side or the other so blonde can better bang the body. 2-Minute mark—pair of short, muscular left uppercuts off the left foot picks Demi up hard—Lindsey pops hips-right and RIPS a hook behind the right elbow, drawing a breathy gasp from her foe and ROSE TAKES A KNEE! Demi’s face twisted in agony—left hand on the ropes, right clutching at her side—Lindsey positively glowing as she bouncy-jogs to a neutral corner, buoyed by the sight of wounded Brit. Rose up, eyes winching at 8: she sits into ropes, covers up her face and digs in to receive Lindsey’s best. Pelas obliges, squaring away to do harm—big, banging beat down, administered as blonde gets in there thick. Lindsey making a conscious decision to pound Demi’s arms, then rack is brutally subjugated—beaten side to side as blonde pops hips to rip either hand into firm Rose-meat. Flanks are clapped and spanked, and when Pelas wants to reset she’s reaching in under Demi’s arms and chesting the smaller girl up deadweight into ropes. Rose swaying, lips parted—she’s taking too much punishment here—not disrupting or holding Pelas enough. Bell: Demi bedraggled, stumbled back to her stool, wincing and cringing as trainer addresses her various hurts. Lindsey upbeat, flushed with success and excitement: she can’t wait to get back on.

R6: Demi sets up on the ropes, Lindsey accepting invitation to set up siege. Battle of Rose begins as she works out of a closed stance, using left shoulder to nudge brunette back, then turning over a tight, arm-wrestling style hook to clip chin. Demi bouncing her right shoulder against ropes as she leans back to create gaps; leaning back in with sneaky, short right hand chops - really targetting that Pelas chin. Lindsey taking multiple strikes, getting groggy: blonde grimly pressing the attack - her left hand batting at belly or breasts, trying to set up chopping rights over Demi's left shoulder. Crowd roaring as both girls working non-stop bump and slug, Rose getting all the best of it. Pelas backside wobbling, her face looking sleepy as Demi seeks out belly/breasts/face with either hand. THERE GO LINDSEY'S LEGS! Pelas swooning on the spot - falling into Rose's left shoulder, then getting shrugged off and hit hard. Demi so economical here - elbows in tight, chin tucked in behind that left shoulder - nipping, swatting bump-and-belt just beating Lindsey senseless! Hook punches the mouthpiece off blonde's teeth, toggling her chin: she's staring, stunned while Rose's nippy little right uppercuts finds her chin and switches off power to Lindsey's legs. Pelas out on her feet, falling in face-first on Rose, then sliding down haunches-and-head to sand. Demi walking away, chest heaving as she makes her way to the neutral corner she leaves Lindsey in a puddle, KO6 makes it FIFTEEN Beach wins in a row for the FIRST Princess of the Beach, DEMI ROSE!

After: Demi hugging the ref, sobbing into the man’s chest, until she can be hauled back to her corner for an extended icing and massage session, trying to get her in shape for the presentation. It’s not happening, the effort to get here was just too much. Lindsey’s stool is appropriated and moved out to midring. Demi winds up being carried out to a seat. Rose weakly waving as the Princess of the Beach tiara and sash are brought out on their cushions and fitte over her head and shoulders. Demi is patting and feeling them like the birthday girl at a princess party, not looking at all like the most dominant beach fighter in FCBA history!