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28 November 2022 Nicola Cavanis vs Diletta Leotta

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 November 2022 at 7:51 pm

Nicola Cavanis versus Diletta Leotta

(Words: Revolution Boxing / Results: Lookout!)

In tournament of days of yore

Nicola stood: her swimsuit wore -

The bra of heaven's blue and star

Upon white shorts no stain had marred.

Her taunt and challenge Nicola cried

In that ring: 'Come, open wide.

Thou born of Italy most poor!

Come forth and hide there nevermore!

Come forth if you doth get my gist,

And prove thy worth with strength and fist!

Thy country only won the war

By changing sides like spinning door.

Come face me in leather and lace!

I wait for thee. Come! Show thy face!'

Leotta came. For the first time

Against Nicola dared to climb

From southern lands of heat profound,

The cheering of the crowd a sound

Of rumbling earthquakes underground.

Black-clad and pristine and crowned

She issued forth; red gloves did wield,

Bikini like dark heaven’s field

With presence like a thundercloud;

And o'er the German girl it bowed,

As opening jab Diletta hurled:

Like greatest ram in all the world,

Grond! Into Nicola rumbled

Like the thunder, and it crumbled

Her confidence; her defense parted,

In her eyes a fire darted.

Nicola like a shooting light

Of heaven’s star and cloud white,

Fast forward sprang, and arm back drew

To beat Diletta black and blue,

With power great and deadly skill.

Leotta better write her will!

For seven rounds against her foe,

seven mighty cries of woe

rang in the Alps, and her flesh quook,

and Italy’s champion shook.

Yet tidings grim at end were told

As in those ancient wars of old.

Thrice was Nicola with great blows

To her back beaten, thrice he rose

Again and stood against the power

That against her strove and glower’d.

Her bloody face and swollen eye

Held resolve that never could die

Till all the earth was burst and rent

in pits about her. She was spent.

The spirit although may be willing,

It cannot stop the flesh from failing

So thus she fell, unconquered yet;

one last desperate jab she gave,

To mayhaps fall that “southron knave”,

Into her face, and black the blood

Came gushing from her nose in flood.

Diletta fell back from that stroke

In pain; but Nicola she broke,

and would have knocked out cold and thrown

Down to the mat. But in the sky

Came a hand waving from on high.

The referee had inward swooped

With one arm held Nicola, stooped,

and other arm Diletta raised.

Nicola saw through a swollen haze

The TKO in round of eight

And sagged in great, despairing weight.

Her resolve burnt and gone away,

The world became all dim and gray;

She slumped and fell upon the ground

Into unconsciousness profound

And was removed by medics’ might

On a stretcher clean and white

As though a fallen Viking dead

Heading to high and holy tomb,

After in battle met her doom.

Though ‘Letta came to know and fear

Nicola’s strength and resolve clear,

and greater knowledge she did gain;

Yet still she had no regal reign

Seeking to sit the sandy throne

Made of pebbles and ground-up stone,

slow building there her vast design

O’er all in queendom to confine.