WEEKEND PPV - UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by simguy on October 5, 2013, 10:18 am

BEFORE: "This is an important fight for me, but also for the flyweight division," Nina says crisply in prefight. "It's essential that we secure the titles before they fall into the 'wrong' hands. As well, we feel that Sarah isn't championship material. She's too old - flyweight's about fresh and pretty, not wizened and wrinkled. Shahi's okay-looking, I guess, for a cougar, but the flyweight championship should be held by the most radiant, glorious women in the sport. That means young. Sarah's got to go."

Shahi amused, baffled by turns...she takes the podium with pursed-lip irritation. "You know...we had prettier girls than Nina in Dallas who couldn't make the final cut for the DCC," Shahi says with authority, "so I'm not exactly over-awed by this girl's look. She's kinda-sorta pretty, but I don't know that she turns heads. And as a fighter, she's been hit and miss, though I admit she probably deserves a chance to catch a beating from me. There's no 'should' or 'ought' in boxing: you win, you're the champ. Nina thinks she's right for the part, but thing is, this ain't a TV show. This is me punching her in the face until she realizes that I'm DEFINITELY championship material, and I'm not going anywhere!" Scandalous weigh-in scene when Sarah comes off the scales in her skivvies, marches right up to Nina and crowds close with crotch pressing directly onto Nina's left thigh/hip: Dobrev a little shocked, raising her fists and putting her forehead onto Sarah's...security on red-alert just in case as neither girl willing to back off.

Sarah in white cashere crochet bikini; small black gloves; black hair in wild tangly-curls. Nina in merlot-coloured lace bra - bottoms in merlot-and-black horizontal bars; small black gloves; dark hair in lush loose curls.

EXTRA DETAIL: Dobrev actually failing to make weight on her first try...Nina filling out, not making 110 easy anymore.

During R1: Sarah striding right into Nina, trying for the KO right hand over the top; leaping into hooks. Nina widening stance, snarling as she leans away over her back (right) leg, then tries to time Sarah for slinging rights/slashing left hooks. Kinetic stuff - lanky, supple Nina sinewy, twisting and swaying into her shots; Sarah darting in and out, letting hands go in snapping combinations. Midway through - Shahi pressurizing Nina to apron when Dobrev gets a bolo right uppercut from her right plant-leg: Sarah picked up HARD to chin, put wobbly butt, stricken! Shahi staggering away all how-could-you eyes...Nina panting, frazzled, but immediately recognizing the hurt. Slinging right hand finds cheek; lathering, long-armed hooks rake across Sarah's front and SHAHI'S DOWN! Sarah dropping to hands and knees all a-tremble, cut slightly above her left eye...Nina bellowing down incoherently as ref's pushing her away. Shaky 8, Sarah Shahi...she's blinking, trying to rally, but HERE COMES NINA! Savage, hungry pursuit from Dobrev...Nina's dark eyes wide and blazing, teeth bared as she bends into slashing right hands/comeback left uppercuts. Poor Sarah! Shahi reeling along the ropes, desperately trying to leg out the clock, but Nina's too rangy/springy...Dobrev making contact, bullwhipping her girl around the apron. Shahi trying to duck in and tie up, but she's too hurt...in the wild, turning melee, she goes down again, though ref rules it a slip. BELL: Nina panting, chest heaving, eyes furious...Shahi survives a terrible thrashing in the first.

R2: Shahi largely recovered, hopping to her right...she's electing to counter-punch as Nina confidently walks the champion down. Sarah craftier now, judging distance, angles and timing rather than just trying to overwhelm her young foe...it's Nina reaching on shots, looking to end the fight. Sarah stooping to jab Nina's flat tummy, just to vex her...Dobrev scowling, trying to land with licking power, but finding Shahi an elusive target. Midway through, Sarah feints, paws the right, jumps in with a short left hook instead...she catches Nina flush to chin and PUTS DOBIE ON HER BACK! Nina stunned, limbs tingling...she's up at 9, swaying at ropes as ref checks her out, then gives Sarah the green light. ON COMES SHAHI! Sarah stepping in strong, extending the lead right to touch at Nina's raised guard, then torquing into a savage hook, hacking at Nina's right ear. Crowd screaming...Vampi D girls in hysterics...Nina wilting under the blast, but supported by ropes as she keeps earmuff together. Sarah pushes out the right hand, measuring again, then TORQUES into that wicked hook, bouncing mitt off Nina's right flank, buckling Nina's knees. Sarah patient, eyes alert...she shifts a smidge to her right, using the right to push at Nina's right shoulder as brunette's stooping forward, then it's another vicious hook up top, hacking the ear. Snatching hook to tummy; that pushy right hand. Wicked clipping left uppercut trying the guard; that pushy right hand. Ripping left/right to belly, bunching Nina up "UH-H!" Dobrev stricken, hands coming down, face upturned, her eyes squeezed shut, brows frowning...Sarah reloads in crouch, dukes under her chin, then she twists into a blistering hook, taking Nina to point-of-chin, swiveling that pretty head. DOWN GOES DOBREV! Nina sprawling on her back - right side parallel to ropes...eyes're open, vacant, glassy, lips parted, hair strewn wildly across canvas as she lies in stupor, staring up. Shahi struts away, but not before pausing to kick imaginary soil backwards onto Nina's upturned face...KO2 in shocking fashion as Dobrev can't get off her back.

After: Shahi preening - overcoming knockdowns and cuts to pour the hurt to her challenger...Sarah knows she's consolidating her grip on a slippery title. "Nina D, baby," Sarah grins in postfight. "Queen of the ingenues - best of the young vixens and look at her: stretcher meat. Girl's like all the rest - looking for that easy score; expecting everything to just happen. She hit me hard at the start, and you could just see it in her eyes - she thought she had this. All she did was make me mad. All you little honeys out there - you dumbass little Disney brats and CW porkers, listen up: Your mama's got the belts now. When you come into this ring against Mama, it's to catch a whipping, okay? If Fighting Ingenue Magazine doesn't like it, they can just sit and stew for a while. I'm ruling with an iron fist, and I'm just gettin' started!"