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26 July 2019 Claire Holt vs Brie Larson

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 27, 2019 at 2:17pm

Claire Holt versus Brie Larson

(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)

Before: Top-tier bantam matchup, a win here could give Fates a fighter contention in every division they compete in. “Anybody built like me has been watching Claire for 6 years now. I know what’s going to happen: She’s going to hurt me, I’m going to hurt her more. There’s a long list of fighters Fates could have gone with, I’m not going to let them down. That’s why I’m going to beat her!”

Claire dismissive: “Anything Shay can do, I can do better. It took our California Girl two tries to beat Mitchell, that means she’s not good enough to take it from me!”

Larson wearing a red sports bra and blue trunks, white gloves, hair back in a pony. Claire in a white bikini top, navy bottoms, chin length hair loose, white gloves.

R1: Brie had some success against Shay going toe-to-toe, girls step-to, hands and heads as girls lean in, Larson goes right at her girl. Steady, snapping work from Holt - thick left hooks in behind Brie’s right elbow, snatching rights behind the left elbow and nasty right uppercuts to pick her head up. Larson laying in, getting rocked - she’s right in front of Holt – seemingly stunned by the constant, snatching leather. Great punching form from Claire, bringing her hands back to the high guard, walking Brie down and punishing her to the bell.

R2: Brie joins the party. Larson doesn’t want to let Holt beat her on the inside, she muscles up, stands her ground and gives Claire hell to the ribcage. Both women leaning forward behind high guards, using them to budge and bump, then snatching at the waist, behind either elbow. Brie with little swinging whip action as she swipes wide at her girl - Holt more apt to bend her knees and dig straight into midsection, or dip the shoulder to rip the uppercut. Larson punching short, quick rips - curling rising lefts and rights snug to Claire’s jugs late to back her up and take the round.

R3: Good thick contact in Brie’s belly early as Claire stays low, shoots a straight right hand from the guard position into the paunch, bobs down/up to power the hook against that stout gut, staying well covered up as she brings her hands back sharp. Larson lowering her left hand to use the left shoulder, pushing up with it, roping the limber right hook downstairs, turning on tight, clouting rights up top - good banging two way as the girls stand in a phone booth and take their turns.

R4: Brie finally concedes the infighting, establishing herself outside, jabbing to Claire’s face, going to the body with lancing straight rights, looking to mop up hooks. Second minute, Holt’s hammered Larson ropeside, keeping the fighting at close quarters. Brie standing string, dukes up, hunched forward--she’s not liking it to the body as Claire goes there with biting lefts and rights, but she’s taking it well. Fighters just going through the check list--nice, tight slices at the waist, extend the left elbow to nudge each other back, Larson finally able to squirt out to the side. Final minute, Brie makes a statement, systematically pounding away to Claire in the center, Holt can’t stop it, has to take to the bell.

R5: Claire beating Brie to punches, punctuating the chain with a hook on the chin that swivels her head, buckles her knees! Larson scattered to the ropes, Holt drives in hard with her shoulder eases out and starts BRINGING it with both hands! Murderous work, Claire with her forehead on Brie’s shoulder as hands tear away to the ribs and body. Now Larson’s trunks are checked, her kidney’s bruised, not to mention the scrounging rampage amidships--it’s just one girl trying to heap as much punishment as possible on another in the time allotted. Brie rag dolled up against the ropes and soaking up an unholy beat down, but legs hold firm, blonde won’t go down and by the bell, Claire’s chest is HEAVING with oxygen debt.

R6: Claire with a CRASHING right bends Brie sideways, sickening right hand thick to midriff off her right foot, shifts weight and gets 100% chin with a clouting hook off the left foot. Larson wobbly butt, legs stamping, knees locking up as she clinches just to brace herself. Holt shoving her off, getting full extension on another smashing right upside the head: Larson with arms crossed against her body as Holt puts hooks and right hands together on chin. Final minute sees Brie swaying in front of Claire, girls trade rights, back with hooks and HOLT SITS DOWN! Claire unraveling, stomping in fence post holes before almost sitting cross legged in shock - Brie staggering to neutral corner as blonde pulls herself together for 8 at the bell. Larson stealing the round late, but a frenzy of damage control between rounds, this fight just became a battle of corner crews.

R7: Corners helping both girls to respective feet with a heave off the stool - ramshackle, crouching approach as dumbfounded beauties wobble into each other. Right hands cocked under chins, left hands at throbbing tummies - they edge into each other shoulder-first, pawing jabs, seeking overhand rights and mop-up hooks in a painfully slow parody of the slugging pace both showed early. Claire missing her shots, Brie's landing in the groggy trade of rights and lefts. Holt's head snapping back and around - she backs to ropes as Larson reaches in to draw Claire's arms away from her body. OH, the body punching! Brie set on sturdy pins, rippin' righty up into Holt's lungs, then bodying sobbing blonde into the ropes. Thick, strapping goodness - Larson just belting 'em in mindless, getting her body on Claire, pounding the chest, ribs and waist with one bashing blow after another. Ponderous, cudgelling stuff - Holt beaten into stupor - she's just tottering, drooping, helpless to prevent Larson from pulling her defences down, helpless to stop the punching. No one punch does it, but Claire begins to crater in the second minute, eyes closed, face slack as she finally collapses in gradual stages to sprawl chest-down at Brie's feet. Larson staggers back on her heels, crying tears of relief as she knows Holt's not getting up. KO7 in heartpounding fashion for Brie Larson!

After: Brie surviving a scorcher, proving rugged enough to survive heavy shelling from Mitchell and Holt. Larson climbing the ranks, and the playbook has to change to put “last man woman standing is very risky” in big, bold letters.