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22 March 2013 Claire Holt vs Anna Silk

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Posted by simguy on March 22, 2013, 9:16 am

BEFORE: Holt stepping right into Silk in prefight - Silk pushing right back...bare-knuckle brawling the rule rather than exception as security's hard pressed to keep big banties separated.

"She's a horrid old crone!" Holt pouts at podium, hair disheveled from yet another altercation. "I hate her fat body and whiny voice - I want her GONE! She's too old for boxing's sexiest division...bantamweight is a CW hunting ground and Anna Silk needs to acknowledge that!"

Silk rolling her eyes at the bravado - kids! "Blondie's got a beatin' comin', and it won't be pretty," Anna assures press row. "She's got a lot of nerve mocking my body - as if she doesn't have to cut to make weight. And don't even get me started on her voice! You should hear her when I'm pulling her hair or beating her up...talk about whiny!"

Holt in white bikini top; navy bottoms with white batik print; white gloves; long blonde hair loose. Silk in black lace push up/lavender bikini bottoms; black gloves; long brown hair loose but tied back off brow. Holt pursing her lips in disgust during ring instructions; Anna smirking, making "I'm so going to hurt you" eye contact throughout.

During R1: Holt rushing Anna, crowding her to ropes, then plowing Silk's hulking rack like a champ! Holt: left hand at Anna's right shoulder, holding her close; right forearms plunging into the beefy goodness of Silk's rack - Holt packing away with a bytchy little pout as she works. Anna breathless, but toughing it out...she's eventually able to slug her way off the ropes, swinging crude left/rights from her hips. Claire joins the party - girls stumble around, belting each other about heads-and-shoulders in a good ol' fashioned slobberknocker at bell.

R2: Silk bobbing in the pocket, rolling shots...she's answering back to Claire's body via stuffing, short left hooks as blonde girl sweeps punches over top brunette back. Minute mark - Silk backing Holt up via methodical bump-n'-slug...Anna slips a rowdy right; tucks a sumptuous left in deep to liver; doubles it when she sees Holt cramping and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Claire sobbing prettily as she twists to her right and drops to her haunches...Silk gazing down all smouldering satisfaction. Sniveling 8 Holt; Anna wades in to finish and CLAMBAKE! Snarling blonde girl won't be punked...she slugs off the ropes with pitching wallop from the pockets, clobbering Silk about the head and shoulders! Anna buffetted, stumbling around all jugs a-jumpin'...she's hard pressed to stand her ground and slug back as fight devolves into another survival of the fittest slugfest. Bell: girls still heaving leather/stumbling around all spanked and shocked - ref separates seething beauties as crowd stands to applaud.

R3: Holt's corner insistent: "You need to get into that rack, Claire. Pour the hurt to her, baby! GET IN THERE!" Holt pawing her jab, then lunging for Anna...big girls embrace, stumble to ropes in a sloppy bundle of overheated girl-flesh. Holt struggles her way on top and starts executing corner's instructions: plowing right forearms into Anna's jugs, anchored by Claire's left hand clutching Silk's right shoulder in close. Anna blurting in shock, body shuddering under Holt's heavy torso-pounding...takes Silk a few moments to reach under Holt's arms, wrestle her into ropes and pump dutiful left/rights to breadbasket in close. Fight tumbles along ropes as one girl struggles atop the other, then punishes her...ref keeping a close eye, but rarely breaking 'em up as both girls're working. Round finishes up with Holt pressing Silk to neutral-corner turnbuckles - blonde girl just treating herself to the proudest rack in all of Syfy - holding and hitting via illegal right forearms stuffed in THICK to rack! Bell: Anna breathless, slumped butt-on-turnbuckle, absorbing damage...ref has to gut-wrench Claire off from behind as she's lost in jug-mugger's fury.

R4: Silk digging-in mid-ring - left arm in under Holt's right; right hand pumping blonde tummy and tits in close. Claire answering in kind...and pushing her way forward: Silk's legs trembling, backside shuddering side to side with effort of resisting blonde advance. Ropes - Holt atop Silk: blonde girl PLOWING Anna's jug-heavy rack, pounding away right-forearms while left hand pulls Silk in close. Anna: face pinched, lips parted in jug-shock...she slides to her right along ropes, right hand at left shoulder/left hand at belly in max-torso-protect. Holt charting a stalking-pace pursuit course - standing off Anna's bow...blonde girl baring her teeth, leaning in with right forearm against Anna's protective arms; heavy left to paunch, then; resetting outside. Silk hurrrrt, grumpy, sliding along ropes with don't-hurt-me face as Holt treats her systematically shabby to bell.

R5: Same thing - Anna attempting to pound it out tummy-to-tummy midring, but gradually giving ground to ring aprons. Holt plowing the rack via cramped hold-and-hit, then stalking Anna as she wilts along ropes. Final minute all patient, hard-working blonde girl stalking a frazzled big-jug brunette - Holt leaning in to pound at torso via mitts and forearms, then squaring up again to prevent smothering her own work. During the break, Silk answering "I'm hurt" when quizzed about her rack: Holt really getting in there thick through 5!

R6: OH THE HUMANITY! Anna determined to turn the tide - she comes out pitchin' from the hips - jugs a-sloshin' side to side as she belts Claire to ropes. BLONDE GIRL REELING! Holt astonished - right hand at left shoulder/left across gut - Claire laying back against ropes "Uhhhh..." as Anna's clobbering-wallops wash across head and chest both. Silk SEETHING, baring her teeth, pouring her heart and soul into bashing bombardment that hammers Holt to two of the four corners. CLAIRE BANGS BACK! Latter half the round - Claire swinging reckless rights and lefts off the ropes, catching Anna again and again to chin and SILK'S LEGS BUCKLE! Anna's hurt - Claire's hurt...blonde girl staggers into brunette, bulling her backwards and BELTING AWAY TO GLORY! Anna hits ropes in fog, forming woozy earmuff: Claire slamming away wide lefts and rights up top - bashing her way past the guard to leave Silk out on her feet, then swinging healthy strokes at lats-and-ribs. Silk's thighs trembling with quit, but down the stretch - desperation right uppercut pumps deep to blonde tummy: Claire spits her mouthpiece out in Anna's face as blonde girl nearly goes down! Combatants whining with punishment - willing themselves to throw hands...bell sounds as battered vixens flap away at rival hips, tummies and flanks while lying in mouth-on-shoulder.

R7: MORE GROGGY-BRAWLIN' BIG-GIRL SLUGGING! Fighters open-mouthed, getting off and falling in - curvy legs stamping with the effort of driving the other back. Girls holding and hitting - left arms in under opposing rights; right hands swinging for tummy; right forearms plowing jug. Silk managing to take canvas this time, gradually bodying Holt to ropes: blonde girl sobbing aloud when she's stacked up shabby, then forming loose crossed-arm as Silk squares away. Anna beating shiny blonde flanks with lips curled off teeth, eyes blazing...fists slamming to a halt on strong blonde ribcage while brunette jugs slop side to side. Anna reaching under Claire's arms to stack-reset - chesting whining blonde girl into ropes, then belting away...Silk beatin' the belly until Claire stoops forward, then switching to head/shoulders via short, swatting inside-strokes. Bell: seething Silk hooking Claire sleepy against ropes...blonde girl in swoon as ref moves in to pull brunette off.

R8: Tummy to tummy writhing embrace: Holt walks Silk to ropes. Anna butt-in-ropes, hunching forward with right hand at left shoulder/left across gut. Holt panting, crowding with left hand clutching Anna's right shoulder...blonde right hand pulls Anna's head down, then Claire rolls-through on a brawny right-arm European uppercut! Rounded bicep claps face, draping Silk stunned and blinking against ropes! Brunette's arms loop over top rope, exposing her quivering rack: CLAPPING overhand-right forearm from Holt smashes home! Silk: groaning - right arm still over top rope as left curls across her jugs - Anna turning to her right, giving up her left flank in shock. Holt seething, now stationed directly to Port-side of Anna...swinging blonde left hook takes Silk's tummy CHUP! Swinging right forearm CLAPS across broad brunette back and ANNA TAKES A KNEE! Silk gasping, rallying on canvas...blonde girl bellowing incoherently - face a mask of Anna-hating fury in neutral corner. Silk beats the count, but OH, she's shabby...brunette swaying on the spot as ref wipes her gloves and waves blonde on in.

Same again - Claire bodying Silk to ropes, working-rack with those stuffing close-in right forearms while left hand clutches brunette right shoulder. Anna forms ragged crossed arm to protect her torso, stooping forward to smother the assault...Claire pulls hunched brunette in and down with both hands, then rolls-through on a BEEFY right-arm european uppercut, sloshing Anna up against ropes all loose and stunned, slamming an overhand right-forearm down across rack, then cleaning up HUGE as Silk rolls to her right, covers up and GOES DOWN! Pattern repeats - groggy Anna able to rally off the canvas, but she's shabby with hurt: job of work for blonde girl to cross the ring; reduce her brunette in the pocket; employ raunchy European uppercuts to break Anna's defensive shell, then plow away until Silk wilts. THREE knockdowns total by the bell - all of them the result of bludgeoning, barbaric attrition. CW vixens in the audience mesmerized as Claire's going to the next-level of brutality on big Anna Silk!

R9: Claire's out of gas, mouthbreathing...hurtin'-Anna wades in and TREATS HOLT SHABBY! Pay back in kind since ref's doing nothing to enforce the rules...Anna bullying Claire against ropes, pulling her head down, straightening her up and back via the all-beef european uppercut, then laying in thick right forearms across jug as blonde girl sobs in outrage. Thick, thumping work, Anna on Claire, but Holt's legs proving stubborn: blonde girl soaks up a terrible pummeling but doesn't go down as Silk pours in her final reserves.

R10: Silk gassed; Holt crying...Anna able to body Claire to ropes early and cram a few shoving rights to belly in tight, but Holt soon clinch-reverses, wrestling Silk's back to ropes. Anna whining - knows what's coming...she wraps arms around Claire's brawny shoulders, hoping for ref's break: Holt crosses arms against Silk's jugs and pushes forward, compressing that all-world rack with pulsing leg-drive. Anna: "Uhhhh..." face pinched as her embrace loosens...Holt able to push her way into the clear; swing away ropey lefts and rights to belly; pull Anna's head down; straighten her up via european uppercut, then CLAP that rack a triumphant, unopposed right forearm! Anna sobbing in shock, trying to curl up on her right side...she's cowering down the stretch, just one big girl taking it from another as Holt bashes away. Claire fighting off Silk's left flank - blonde pounding right forearms into brunette left bicep/shoulder; blonde punching cruel right hands flat-knuckle to lower-back; blonde hooking tummy. It's all too much...Silk easing herself to right knee in tears...she's a beaten wreck, but STILL manages to beat the count moments before the bell. Comes back UD10 Claire Holt in brutal fashion!

AFter: Holt strutting the ring with hands high after the decision, bellowing at fans and haters alike...Silk still in jug-shock, looking very tender as she retreats to her corner. "WHERE'S SHAY MITCHELL??" Claire shouts in postfight, grabbing the mic from the announcer. "WHERE'S ELOISE MUMFORD? WHERE'S NEVE CAMPBELL? WHERE'S OLIVIA MUNN? I'M THE STRONGEST! DO YOU HEAR ME? I'M..." On and on in that vain: Claire justifiably excited; wishing very much to make us understand she's biggest and strongest of all.