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28 February 2024 Samara Weaving vs Olivia Dunne

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OFFICIAL FCBA "25TH ANNIVERSARY" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 February 2024 at 7:33 pm

Samara Weaving vs Livvy Dunne

(Words: CountryMouse / Results: Lookout!)

Round 1:

Right from the start, Samara Weaving is a whirlwind, slipping past Livvy Dunne's defenses with a dancer's grace. Dunne, thrown off by the sheer speed, finds her punches slicing through air, never landing. Weaving, on the other hand, connects again and again. It's a dance of dodges and hits, with Weaving leading every step, marking her territory in the ring, and claiming the round as hers, leaving Dunne catching her breath, her surprise painted across her face.

Round 2:

Livvy Dunne twists and turns, a gymnast in the ring, each dodge a dance, each jab a declaration. Sweat beads her brow, each breath a gasp of effort. With Weaving's punches grazing air, Dunne lands her own—a sharp, stinging connection that rocks Weaving. In the buzz of the crowd, Dunne hears her victory, feels it in the thud of her gloves against flesh, in the wince of her opponent.

Round 3:

Samara Weaving, fire in her eyes, takes control. Her fists, a blur, rain down on Dunne, each hit a drumbeat. Dunne feels the impact—a jolt, a shudder through her body, a message sent through muscle and bone. Breath short, Dunne faces the onslaught, her own punches lost in Weaving's tempest. Weaving grunts with each strike, mixing with the crowd's roar. Dunne has never taken a beating like this, but she takes it like a champ.

Round 4:

Samara Weaving, unstoppable, turns the ring into her stage. Dunne, reeling, each blow a message etched into her flesh. The air crackles with the impact, Dunne's breaths sharp, her attempts to counter, to find footing, swallowed by Weaving's offense. It's not just a round won but a declaration, Weaving's dominance is undisputed. Dunne, though staggered, nods in acknowledgment, the silent exchange between warriors more eloquent than words.

Round 5:

Livvy Dunne's fists fly, the thud of glove on flesh echoing in the air. Samara reels, each strike a shockwave through her body, sensations tingling, muscles screaming. The crowd's roar fades to a distant hum as the focus narrows, and adrenaline surges. "Keep going, Livvy!" her corner shouts, voices blending into the sounds of the fight. Dunne, relentless, finds her rhythm, her body moving with the grace of a dancer, the precision of a gymnast. Samara's breath comes in gasps, the taste of the fight bitter, metallic. As the bell rings, Dunne stands triumphant, sweat glistening, a smile breaking through the exhaustion. "Did it," she whispers.

Round 6:

In the thick of battle, sweat mixes with determination as Livvy and Samara exchange blows with the last of their each punch fading strength. The sound of leather on flesh punctuates the tense silence. Seeing an opening in Weaving's defense Livvy summons her last reserves, and launches into her signature move. "Haduken!" she cries, her fist rocketing upwards. The impact lifts Samara off her feet, a brief look of shock frozen on her face as she flies backward, the world spinning around her. She hits the canvas hard, the thud echoing in her ears, her vision blurring into darkness. Around her, the crowd fades to a distant roar, her body refusing to obey her commands to rise. Livvy stands victorious, her own breath ragged, as the realization of her comeback victory slowly sinks in.

After:

After the fight, the arena's intensity fades into a moment of sportsmanship. Livvy peels off her gloves, her movements slow, deliberate. She walks over to Samara, who's coming to, still feeling the world spin. "You gave a hell of a fight," Livvy says, offering a hand to help her up. Samara, her pride bruised but spirit unbroken accepts. Together, they face the crowd, Livvy's hand raises Samara's to the sky. Cheers flood the space, a sea of admiration for the warrior who stood her ground. In this gesture, Livvy doesn't just celebrate her victory but honors the battle they shared, the sweat and determination that binds them. The crowd's roar is for both, a recognition of their courage, and their fight.