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28 September 2018 Olivia Holt vs Natalie Portman

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on Sep 29, 2018 at 3:10pm

Olivia Holt versus Natalie Portman(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)

Before: “She’s gotten lucky a few times, and this is where we bring her back to reality!” Natalie bringing out the big guns. “There’s nothing there we haven’t seen before. She’ll come in with that cheerleader routine, and I’ll be there to knock her on her backside, just like I did to her teacher!”

Olivia defiant: “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be champion soon, and Natalie’s not going to stop me!”

Natalie clad in a purple bandeau-style bikini with hair in a tight battle bun and matching gloves. Olivia in black high-waisted bikini, black gloves, chin length hair.

R1: Olivia efficient, no nonsense, Right hand almost cupping her temple, left at her chin, elbows in as she steps forward. Jab sometimes pawing, sometimes stabbing, but constantly featured—not as dramatic or elegant Natalie’s famed stick, but disruptive in its own right. Holt slanting the right hand down into Portman’s body or leaning in to jam it short to jaw—she buzzes brunette legs late with tangy right-left off the jaw, pulling ahead to take a close round cleanly.

R2: Natalie sinuous to her left, pointing with the elbow before chop-thrusting the jab, then she’ll double up or swipe a hook off it. Portman has a nice way of turning her shoulders with the hook, closing up her stance and crouching to the right, smoothly rotating her torso low and to the left to reset. Nat keeping the right at her chin, elbow in, licking uppercuts with it out of the crouch or sting it straight up the middle, putting hooks on top. Olivia feeling the power early—stung a hook on the temple in the first minute—eating a right hand/hook combo to the head in the second minute—blonde soaking up the wallop, taking a great shot as Portman gets the round back with interest.

R3: Geometry lesson for Olivia, Natalie stepping right, stepping left, backing off, bouncing off the ropes, turning either flank. Portman snatching moments with cute flurries, potshots off feints, hesitation rights: Holt dukes up, blocking shots at her temples, body stout under brunette’s waist attack. Nat polishing away for points, has the reach advantage and knows she can win this fight with her wheels!

R4: Olivia solving the mystery with power, good thick body shots, right hand tight to her temple as she bats away. Natalie clinching unashamedly, Holt writhing, twisting into tight clipping right uppies on the inside, freeing up her left and blindly bashing and clubbing. Portman feeling the force of Olivia’s compact sock—brunette belted in a little counterclockwise reel, hanging off the ropes at the bell.

R5: Natalie working in and out, changing up distance on Olivia, scoring with chop-chop one-twos and step-away calling card hooks. Holt still a little hungover from all-in effort last round, she’s posing a little, not moving her head, soaking up good thick body shots falls back to ropes. Portman punching in combination, brisk 3s and 4s spanking away at Olivia’s tanned torso, traveling upstairs to batter her face side to side for points.

R6: Olivia still tentative, Natalie senses the moment. Second minute, she beats Holt to a hook, goes all in. Olivia reels wounded into the rope with how-could you eyes, Nat putting blonde through a brunette buzzsaw: TORRID flurries of lefts and rights bat-bat-batting away, hips, shoulders, tits and chin as Holt skids to her right along the ropes, did somebody sneak Lacey Chabert in there? Cheerleader legs keeping Olivia upright, but OH the punishment: blonde busting up horrible, crowd groaning and shouting as Natalie swivels her head with dramatic uppercuts or lands sickeningly loud hooks amidships. Bell: Portman’s chest heaving, eyes disbelieving: her arms humming limp at her sides as Holt won’t go.

R7: Natalie’s punched out, Olivia’s turn. Holt hardhearted—she was savaged last round, shows no mercy this time. Portman slumping at the ropes, just pushing at Olivia, turning side to side as she bends at the waist, slow-rolling the incoming. Holt hook-hooking away body and ribs, left uppercuts, right hands, hard shoulder-bumps; lather, rinse repeat. Portman’s resistance peeling away, body shots digging in behind her elbows draining the tank, chin tidied up with power punches, just can’t get out of there.

R8: Oliva spitting the double jab; diving in under the counter, Natalie swept to ropes, momentarily overwhelmed. Portman able to roll punches as she's traveling backward, but once on ropes, she’s getting ragdolled, Holt reaching under the arms to hoist-and-jostle, then pump-pump-pumping punches from there. Tummy; ribs; biceps; head-and-shoulders...Natalie slumping butt-in-ropes, wilting under the furious onslaught as Livy unleashes. Holt taking a page from Portman's book - using hands to push Natalie's face or head for control, slugging her thereafter. Natalie trying to push off; trying to twist side to side; trying to shimmy out from under...nothing’s working. PORTMAN GIVES UP HER BACK! Groaning Natalie twists her left side into ropes, doubling over, Olivia rides left arm across Portman's lower back, right hand jackhammering up underneath, working jugs, searching for chin, punching, punching, punching and NATALIE GOES DOWN! Portman on her belly-and-elbows with her face still covered, forehead on canvas...she lies leftside parallel to ropes, trembling as ref counts her out. KO8 for Olivia Holt as she slays yet another O&E boogyman!

After: With this win, Olivia is poised to be the queenmaker in the flyweight division. Roberts, Stewart, & Winter could all put themselves in the picture with a win next month, who will step up?