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27 February 2015 Title Ch Claire Holt vs Britney Spears

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OFFICIAL SSB PPV

UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE BOUT

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on February 27, 2015, 9:34 am

Claire Holt versus Britney Spears (Bantamweight Title)
(Words: Odds & Ends / Results: Lookout!)

Before: Britney admits to mixed emotions: “It’s thrilling to be starting off the year with a title fight, but one-trick ponies like this girl are almost boring. She’s talking about all she’s going to do with the title, when all she’s going to get is her heart broken. Girls like her think they can slug up the middle and wear me out, but they can't. I'm too strong; too slick; too tuff. She can pump half a dozen punches into my body; one good shot from me will put the counters back at zero. Dani, Rachel, Jessica…it’s the same thing over and over again.”

Claire emphatic, “I said this was the Claire Holt Era, and I’m going to prove it on the last of the Hall of Famers tonight! The plan is simple. Don't play with her, don't match wits with her. I’m going to be the boss of Britney, go right at her and beat her down! After this, the bantam division is my personal playground!”

Brit taking advantage of the spotlight to showcase the neon tie-dye bikini from her new line of swimwear & lingerie:
http://i.huffpost.com/gen/2625460/thumbs/o-BRITNEY-SPEARS-570.jpg?7 outfit completed with white gloves, shoulder length blonde hair in gentle curls. Claire in a blue & white striped bandeau, black gloves, blonde hair in gentle curls.

R1:   Britney immediately to ropes, inviting Claire in. Holt crouching, dukes at her chest as she bobs her way forward, then comes up hooking. Big spank sounding out from Spears' right flank and paunch: Claire grunting as she muscles in thick, whacking shots. Britney relaxed, dukes up: after taking a few - she slow-rolls to her left, dips, then licks a tart left uppercut against Holt's tummy, leaning back into ropes on follow through. Claire well-smote, but giving no ground: she's back with a jamming straight right up top, punching Britney's head to the side. Spears folds forward, face in gloves - supple at the waist as she bends low, rotates her torso under the swish of Holt's angry lefts and rights, comes up to split the champ’s mitts with a tidy uppercut. That's the way of it - Claire throwing more; mixing straight, jamming punches with curling, clubbing blows head and body both; Britney choosier, but landing healthy, spanking counters, scoring heavily to Holt's tummy and tits.

R2&3:   The Seige of Britney Spears continues. Spears setting up, waiting on the ropes, Holt crowding close in her crouch, popping her hips and walloping Britney's waist. Claire ripping into beef, then bringing the mitt back to her own chest to reset/crouch. Spears hands up near her face as her tummy takes a pounding: she reaches for Holt's head and left arm, pulling the girl in close. Getting the left arm behind Claire's head, then muscles Holt to ropes, then presses in chin over Claire's left shoulder, pinning her down while plugging shoving right hands into paunch ala Dani Fishel. After the ref's break: Spears retreating across the ring, hitting ropes as Holt bulls in, chugging away both guns blazing. Britney cuddles up, then turrrrns Claire slowly into ropes, whacking her a swatting right to paunch, then a quick right uppercut to chin from in close. Holt blazing right back, dragging both mitts back and forth across Britney's jugs. Spears dips, puts her left shoulder into Holt's chest, bodies her into ropes, cuffs her paunch right/left, shifts weight to right (back) foot to cuff Claire's face a hook. Voluptuous back and forth for the whole of both rounds: Britney managing Holt's weight of shot beautifully; Claire competing effectively with sheer heavy-handed savagery. First nine minutes of this fight almost impossible to score, both beauties essentially cancelling each other out.

R4:   Same again - action at the ropes, Claire on top, popping Britney a stubby jab in close - just to deny her clinches and keep the initiative. Spears rolls to her right when jabbed: Holt able to chop right hands to the exposed ribcage; hook tummy and tits while Britney rests against the ropes. Spears sliding her left hand in behind Holt's head: Claire punishes Britney's breasts with close-in scrub, then reaches in with both hands and shoves off, denying the clinch. Spears migrates into her home corner: Holt reaches in, wraps up Brit's right arm, jamming her left shoulder in Spears’ chest and PLOWING tuff (and illegal) shoulder blocks. Britney badly jostled, Claire squares up, puts her all into a European uppercut, follows up with a left hook that sends Spears’ head whiplashing back and forth. Followup right sends mouthpiece shooting off Spears’ teeth from the rough ragdolling. AND BRITNEY GOES DOWN! Spears collapsing to all fours, bell sounds to save her, but that’s the first crack we’ve seen in either fighter!

R5&6: Britney to ropes, Claire enjoys good early success with whacking hooks thick to Spears’ waist & flank. Britney dipping side to side on the spot - rolling torso low, then leaning back into ropes, fitting Claire for sneaky uppercuts. Spears so comfortable with back against ropes, still riding left hand in behind Holt's head, pulling her close, clipping her the cheap, swatting right hand. Rolling to her left, Britney covers up and slips Claire's angry right hand; Spears leaning back into ropes, catches Holt the left uppercut, then ties her up again. Britney bogging down her ingénue; clipping and clapping, swiping and swatting, then constantly tying up head-and-arm. Masterful stuff off the ropes lumps Claire up, punches her groggy.

R7: Britney on the ropes, supple in the pocket, Claire attacking with vigor. Holt’s hands up at temples as she leans in, bumping her guard against Spears before clubbing at her. Nice tight swipes from Claire, lots of hips, glutes and lats powering compact blows. Britney more active off the ropes, trying to shoulder-nudge Holt back, then pick her up cute. Spears absorbing tremendous punishment to her waistline as Claire digs in—but midway through the round: Britney picks up the right uppercut as Holt’s stooping forward. Spears chops the left hook off her right foot, clubbing Claire’s jaw: Champ staggers to the right drowsy, then GOES TO A KNEE! Britney glaring down in furious satisfaction: Holt stunned, on her right knee, staring in wonder. Claire beats the count, Spears stalking, hooking up into Holt’s chin over and over again—supple, heavy handed slugging off either foot, driving Holt into the corner in tatters. At the bell: BRITNEY’S SHOE-SHINING CLAIRE’S JUGGS! Ref finally bodies Spears off; she STRUTS to her corner, roaring out into the crowd, hands held high.

R8: More brutal inside fighting along the ropes. Britney not trying to tie up anymore, fighting for position, girls shouldering each other around, turning each other into the ropes, keeping heads close, busily touching each other tummy and tits. Right uppercut Claire in the closing minute, Spears’ head picked up, lips parted, eyes blinking at the clean spank. Holt steps in close with a chopping right to jaw: Britney covers up earmuff. Claire swats the right ear a slapping left, then BURIES her hook to liver. Britney sputtering in pain. AND SPEARS TAKES A KNEE! Britney slowly from one knee to all fours, panting weepy. Ref pushes Claire back as Spears struggles up for an wobbly 8. Holt strides in, squares up all hard-hearted and goes to WORK. Thick, smashing blows - no finesse: Claire just pulling wide lefts and rights onto Britney - bashing at her skull, arms, flanks. Spears numb - rotating her torso, twisting away from punches she sees - but Holt just setting a methodical, thudding beat-down pace on her foe's torso. Britney sucks it up, takes what she has to take, but she's swaying in the wind at bell. Claire chests up, forcing herself on Spears: "YOU CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS! DON’T BOTHER COMING BACK OUT!" Ref intervenes, wedges panting blondes apart, Britney blinking, lips parted, looking astonished with punishment.

R9: HAMMER AND TONGS! Claire presses early, gets gobbled up by Britney’s vicious counters off the ropes. Hurting Holt gives ground as Spears goes over to offence, but as Britney comes forward, Claire bangs effectively to body, halting the advance near midring. Then it’s just mindless cuff-and-swat—girls in there shoulder to shoulder, trying to be the boss. Tummies, biceps, breasts all on sale—girls just in there bumpin’ groggy, taking turns. Britney’s hands seem heavier in this championship round tit for tat—and she’s still more accurate to the chin when she wants it. Both fighters panting on their stools, anybody’s fight heading into the final round!

R10:   Claire forward behind a knocking jab, then a blunt right hand to ear, bouncing Britney off the ropes. TORRID beating of Spears’ waistline has her crumpling forward to clinch: Holt wriggles under Britney’s arms and stacking her tough against ropes to deny the reversal. Spears eats a vicious close-in right uppercut—then another—then a withering left hook tucked in tight behind her right elbow: ringside fans of Brit start screaming for her to get off the ropes. CLAIRE POURS IT ON! She’s got Spears wilting, out on her feet under thudding Aussie leather. By the midway point, groggy Britney’s able to tie up, lay back against the ropes for ref’s breaks: Holt sobbing for breath, too exhausted this late to wrestle her way clear. Claire stays on top bell to bell, but she’s bogged down, stymied over the latter half as Britney keeps her feet.   Tough back and forth fight hard to score, but extra knockdown gives the 1-point decision to the winner and STILL Bantamweight Champion, Claire Holt!

After: Fishel, Dushku, Spears…Nobody’s run the table against all three in their first encounter EVER! Holt riding high, and already looking ahead. “You saw that Olivia?” she pants out into the mike, “Next time it’s going to be you taking my weight all night long! This blonde is going to be the one pounding you into the canvas!”

Speculation abounding among the chattering classes: Is the Hall of Fame a spent force? Mishy & Landry retired, Biel, Dushku & Cuoco out of the top ten, Theron bodysaddled, only Portman & Danes can be considered to be in title contention. Has the torch been passed to a new generation?