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31 May 2024 Lorella Boccia vs Rachel Stuhlmann

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 31 May 2024 at 10:38 pm

Lorella Boccia vs Rachel Stuhlmann

(Words: Revolution / Results: Lookout!)

R1: In Lorella’s own words, Stuhlmann was big and only big. “Not great”, she was heard saying, “Not good. Not Revolutionary,” and the first round seems to prove the truth of her words as she almost lazily pushes Rachel around despite the height disadvantage. Lorella Boccia takes the first round by a wide margin.

R2: Stuhlmann finds her footing three minutes into the match, opening round two with two heavy haymakers that keep Boccia at bay long enough for her reach to come into play. Unable to get into range, Lorella is stung thrice in the face before she keeps away, spending the rest of round two waiting for an opening to get in.

R3: Rachel presses her advantage, having realized that the extra bit of range she has over Boccia means that she can attack with impunity. So long as she stays in that narrow window, however.

But Boccia shows no signs of breaking; all points to a successful trapping of the proverbial beast by Stuhlmann in limbo, methodically eroding away Boccia’s health bar. Boccia concedes the round by a wide margin.

R4: Stuhlmann continues pressing.

Boccia holds her ground, but eats more leather, far more leather than she or anyone on her side would like, and the punch-given-to-punches received ratio only grows worse; and Stuhlmann, perhaps realizing something, coils up her fist.

A rush of air, a smack of leather, and Stuhlmann finds the ropes.

Her eyes bulge as Boccia slams an uppercut into her chin, spit and blood spraying into the air in a pink mist. Rachel throws a punch of her own, but it only finds air as Lorella slams another into her chin, rocking her skull back, then juggling her brain between her fists with a one-two-three combo of hooks as she bounces back. Stuhlmann’s incoherent “BUGGGHHH!” echoes in a silent arena as she falls past Lorella’s shoulder and onto the mat, where spasms seize her and the white coats come rushing in.