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26 May 2023 Olivia Holt vs Dove Cameron

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OFFICIAL FCBA "MAYHEM" PPV 2023

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 26 May 2023 at 9:59 pm

Before: Top-tier flys who Avril has made no secret of holding in disdain, this could be a stealth Number 1 contenders match. Dove looking to punk Olivia with a face-slap at first opportunity...scrappy little blonde girl fires back bare-knuck combos to the body, sending the message that she won't give an inch in prefight. "She's a bully, and a braggart," Cameron contends at podium. "I've pasted her once, and I'll be pasting her again in this fight. We've got Olivia Holt figured out, and no number of tantrums on her part is ever going to change that!"

'Livy fuming, Dove’s been an O&E huckleberry for a while now. "Luckiest night of her life, and Dove managed to find lightning in a bottle," Holt says, eyes blazing. "It's a blemish, and anyone who's seen my Neutragena ads KNOWS I don't have blemishes. I'm cleaning this new little blackhead out, and we can all get on with watching me dominate the flyweight division going forward!" Dove in red top, white boyshorts, white gloves; black ponytail. Olivia in black high-waisted bikini, black gloves, shoulder-length hair loose. Stare down is dueling confident smirks...Cameron elects to push Holt in the chest rather than touching gloves, causing a slight delay due to chaos.

R1: Classy clockwise jab-and-hop - girls bouncing out, then in, trying to find range. Olivia the first to commit: stiff jab; pounding right; stabbing straight left chasing Dove to ropes. Cameron shows earmuff, Holt straps a thick right/left - resetting on front leg to dig home the extra left hook to ribs. Dove coiled, rips the right uppercut: Livy brushed back, lopes to midring, giving up top position at ropes. More jabbing-recon, followed by determined assault: this time Cameron in off the jab, pounding crosses and hooks on the cusp. Holt driven ropeside, eyes blazing: she ducks, fits Dove for left uppercut to tummy, trades short right hands inside as girls crowd close. HAMMER AND TONGS! Furious exchange as athletic little girls unleash - bending and twisting into hooks/uppercuts. Delayed reaction in Cameron's knees - she's buzzed, backs off. Holt strong down the stretch, steppin' in that jab, threatening flanks: Dove hounded to ropes, forming sturdy earmuff as Livy squares away. Holt strong to the bell, strapping Cameron's flanks thick rights and lefts. Crowd exultiing at the healthy leather - in particular several named flyweights anxious to see Dove back on her heels.

R2: Dove rickety, but organized: flat footed stance, hands up. Olivia surging forward, gloves curled into hollows of her cheeks: she tries the overhand right again, hoping for paydirt: Cameron fades it, pumps stick. Holt forward again, Dove tracks her coming in, hooks off the jab, catching blonde flush to mouth and ‘LIVY'S WOBBLY BUTT! Holt on her heels, Cameron circling right, punching left jabs over blonde's left mitt. Olivia woozy, but turning into her tormentress: swinging roundhouse right backs Dove off. Cameron rotating right, stepping in the jab - knock-knock-knocking at Holt's left cheek/eye. Good pounding connects, ‘Livy shining up quickly: she continues to turn, crouch, take. Dove cautious, working behind the jab: occasionally she'll loop in a right hand over top, then hunt tummy with ripping left hooks. Holt soundly thrashed, but taking it well: at bell, she draws herself up to full height, shaking her head "no" in Dove's face, despite 3 minutes of "yes" from brunette's left hand.

R3: Classy jabs, clockwise footwork at the open: both girls obviously well schooled, mirroring each other's moves. Olivia stooping, spotting jabs to body, then head: she slowly dominates the airspace as Dove's jab can't get off. Minute mark: RIGHT HAND HOLT! Sudden shock as ‘Livy steps in, gets off rapid, Dove stunned, reels to ropes shook. Holt steps-to: chin tucked, dukes at cheeks, braces Cameron a series of pounding jabs, forcing brunette to form crouching peek-a-boo shell. Wide, palm-down right swings into Dove's flank, taking her loud in behind the elbow, above left hip. Punch sets Olivia on left leg: she dips and rips left uppercut from there, picking Cameron up sharp. Staying over to her left, Holt bobs, snatches the left uppercut to Dove's pale midsection: expensive tummy quivering with spank. Cameron grimacing, hurt, but combative: she claws back a tight hook off the ropes, skidding scalp; Holt hooks tummy again; shifts weight to right side. Right uppercut: vicious, jerky shot: Dove chin-clipped, draping back on ropes. ‘Livy hooking, Cameron hooks-with, lips curled off teeth, fighting desperately to deny blonde's finishing run. Expensive trade in savage right crosses/left uppercuts hurts Dove, but convinces Olivia to back off: Cameron off the ropes, reorganizing dukes at cheeks: she's operating behind her jab, regaining professional form. Pounding back and forth stick - girls shelling each other broadsides, right heels up off canvas, feet wide apart. Bell: Dove visibly shaken, but defiant, thrusting out her chin and chirping: "Couldn't drop me 'Livy!" Holt glaring, knows it's true.

R4: Dove pushes the pace - doubling her jab, leaning in to chop short right hands brisk to chin. Olivia spooked, driven to ropes: she fights out of a tight earmuff guard, rolling her torso as she digs in at apron. Cameron snarling as she reduces the pocket: heavy jabs pound prepared defences, setting up withering right hands. Dove chopping sidearm rights to ‘Livy's waist, or trying to drill straight rights in between blonde mitts: Holt grimacing, looking to swipe back counters. Steady pounding has Olivia loosening up late: Dove able to edge in close, punch a short, straight right uppie into Holt's midsection that sits blonde in ropes a-gasping. Cameron mops up: left uppercut tight to forehead; left hook buried to liver as ‘Livy's sitting on ropes at bell.

R5: Mid ring, cautious step and poke as both girls look to regroup after hair-raising rounds. Dove gets the jab pumpin' - bracing Olivia's tits; punching her face. Taking a little half step back - Cameron's inducing Holt forward - walking her into a swatting hook, then pivoting-left to turn right flank. Dove smooth, loping around little-big-girl - left hand keeping Olivia at bay, controlling her, touching her up to close out the first half.

R6: Olivia stepping-to with her jab, Dove holds canvas for a minute, but is eventually driven ropeside: her turn to form earmuff, keeping elbows in to ribs. Cue beatdown: Holt to Cameron. Nothing fancy: ‘Livy fixing Dove in position with a jab in the guard, then POUNDING the body right/left. Waist, flanks absorb fearful bombardment: leggy Cameron hobbled, leaning against ropes, unable to spin out of there, resorts to clinching - reaching to tie up Holt head-and-arm. Ref's breaks push Olivia back, but she's right back on: relentless, withering pressure applied to Dove. Cameron upright, lounging on ropes, sponging it up on her midsection, ribs and arms: Holt digging a pretty deep hole for her to start the second half.

R7: BOOMING sidearm right chops at Olivia's waist, buckling her forward with a grunt. Cameron palming Holt's shoulders, dips left, fits a thudding left into cringing blonde guts. ‘Livy stooped forward in earmuff: Dove shifts-right, chops vicious right hand down; dips left, snatches short left uppercut to sternum. Cameron palming-up, pushing Holt around, feeding her another merciless left to belly, right foot skidding up off canvas as punch sinks home. Olivia shuddering, baby-stepping forward: Dove digs another withering left amidships, then picks up the left uppercut, arching her back to get it in there snug. Holt picked up on her chin, hovers momentarily before dropping to all fours. ‘Livy shabby, hair dangling down, golden body trembling, Dove strutting to neutral corner, Olivia a wretched sight trying to rally off her knees, but it's no go: KO7 sees Dove cementing a spot in the top 10 to start the summer.

After: Dove hauling ‘Livy up off her seat to give her a merciless rub-in walk of shame. Holt's head lolling as she is pulled corner to corner - her face pale, expressionless as she refuses to give Cameron the satisfaction of tears.