If you are citizen of an European Union member nation, you may not use this service unless you are at least 16 years old.
You already know Dokkio is an AI-powered assistant to organize & manage your digital files & messages. Very soon, Dokkio will support Outlook as well as One Drive. Check it out today!

26 July 2019 Naomi Scott vs Ashley Benson

Page history last edited by caspian2 4 years, 2 months ago

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 27, 2019 at 2:19pm

Naomi Scott versus Ashley Benson

(Words: HISC / Results: Lookout!)

Before: Naomi seeming a little nervous in the pre-fight. Being signed to a venerable FCBA house brings with it expectations she didn’t have as a free agent and after a very nice HISC start with a win over Tessa Thompson the follow-up at the Doll Ball against Ginny Gardner fell flat. Tonight’s test is a big step in her evolution. Though Benson might be the least successful of PLP’s Fab Four, she’s no one to be overlooked.

Ashley looks stern and acting defiant at the presser. Reacting to a series of questions about her less than sensational 2018-19, Benson turns the attention to her opponent. “I’m a name in this game, what has Jasmine done so far. Nothing. And what’s she going to do tonight. The same.”

The racket from Ashley puts some fire back in the previous ‘deer in the headlights’ eyes of Naomi.

“She’s going to find out how serious I am about climbing the ladder and if that means stepping on Ashley, I’ll do it with pleasure.”

R1: Frisky pre-match sparring translates to the ring early as both women aren’t wasting time out of the block. Ashley touches up Naomi to the body to start, checking the tawny abs of the Brit with some blistering combos. Scott passes the initial test, responding with enough fire to keep Benson mostly at bay for the first minute. Then Naomi turns things around when a left to the liver draws a gurgle from Ashley, Scott following with a straight right that beats Benson’s defenses to her chin. Ashley shakes it off while she backpedals, professionally parrying Naomi’s following leather until another body shot from the Brit brings the Pretty Little Liar’s defenses down enough for Scott to sneak a combo to Ashley’s rack, Naomi showing she’s not afraid to go after Benson’s gurls if that’s what’s required. The lids over Benson’s baby blues pinch with pain as she’s buffeted to the ropes where she eats more leather from the Englishwoman. Naomi snaps Ashley’s head a couple times with flashing rights after tummy-probing lefts. Ashley finally pivots out of trouble, moving to the middle, and catches Scott clean a couple times to the body when Naomi chases, but it’s still Scott wide in a first round showing at the very least she’s to be taken seriously.

R2: Talking to from her corner has Ashley more aggressive from Jump Street in the second stanza. She engages a tardy Naomi a few steps from the Brit’s corner and, when Ash sneaks a left-right combo between Naomi’s defenses, loosening Scott’s mouthpiece, Naomi has to weather a storm. Benson bullies Scott back into her corner, stuffs the crown of her head into Naomi’s chest and scrubs piston-like thrusts into bronzed belly, Scott eyes widening when Ashley buries serious leather into her midriff. Naomi wraps her arms around the blonde to pull her in close and stop the battering of her belly and it works for a moment or two, but Ashley elbows her way free and continues pasting Scott’s gut, Naomi huffing from the intense attack. Scott tries to break loose, the Consortium corner crew pleading with her to create some space, but it’s easier demanded than done for the rookie. Late in the round, a still hunched Ashley times a swift right uppercut from in close that SNAPS Naomi’s head back and Scott’s legs give a shimmy. Naomi latches onto the top rope with her right arm, pushing Ashley off with her left and it’s Ashley bar the door as Benson goes to town, pounding in lefts to the ribs and a big right to the glossy cheek of Brit that sends another tremor through her lower limbs. It’s a timely bell that stops the mugging, Ashley giving a gasping Naomi a wink as the blonde heads back to her corner, taking the round wide and evening the cards.

R3: No surprise when Ashley charges out of her corner toward a skittish Naomi like a blonde bull. Scott’s been told to keep her ass off the ropes against the rampaging Liar and the dark-haired pugilist takes heed, circling out of her quarters before Benson can lock her down. The successful second by Ashley’s convinced Scott to hit the road and she skips in a wide clockwise circle, an energized Ashley on the chase. Naomi catches Benson with some crisp left jabs as Ashley works her way into firing range. When Scott halts her circling to fire an overhand right, Benson ducks under and lifts Naomi to her tiptoes with a gouging left to the abdomen. Naomi’s tawny frame creases around the impact and Scott’s more than a bit lopsided when she tries to get back on her horse. The raven-haired fighter barely gets a step before the blonde is pouring power shots at her and while Naomi deftly avoids the first, a follow-up left crashes into her bosom and a right bops her on the brow. It’s like another starter’s gun is fired for the Liar as she PLOWS a right into Naomi’s pouting lips and sends Scott into a barely successful backpedal, Naomi falling into the ropes, bouncing out and clutching Ashley tight. The ref’s forced to peel the Brit away from her foe, breaking the death grip and clearing enough room to reboot Ashley for a furious final minute where it’s the veteran schooling poor Naomi. Scott seems to wish she was riding a magic carpet far away when Ash goes to work with Scott on the strands. The blonde churns leather into Naomi’s tummy, Scott bent and gasping, laying her arms atop Ashley’s shoulders, trying to control her foe in any way possible. Ash responds with an uppercut to the chin, another head-snapper that leaves Scott sitting on the middle rope when the bell draws the round to a close, the ref jumping between before the Liar can deliver a tardy clock-cleaner. Benson returns to her HQ having to be happy with another wide round win.

R4: Scott read a polite version of the ‘riot act’ from the Consortium corner, basically told if you want to end on your back, keep it up. Naomi’s out to meet Ashley in the middle for number four and Benson’s battering of the Brit isn’t quite as crisp early. She still leads the dance through the first minute, steering a defensive Naomi around the ring. Some apparent weariness in Ashley’s arms from throwing so many shots the last two rounds is leading to some consolidation in the fourth. Benson continues to ‘pek’ away and keep busy, making sure Naomi doesn’t get any ideas she’s wrestling control of the match and Scott seems happy to simply not get abused. Naomi continues on her bicycle more as the round continues with Benson satisfied settling in the middle and rotating as the Englishwoman orbits around her, throwing cautious jabs the blonde deftly blocks. All’s going to plan for the Liar as through the second minute she seems headed for another round in the bank when Naomi, staying persistent, snaps a left jab through the defenses and pops Ash on the nose. Benson’s baby blues start to water as she scrunches her beak. It might as well be a red cape to Naomi who picks up the pace of her pik-pekery, connecting with regularity as Ashley blinks her way to better vision. When a frustrated Benson tosses a roundhouse right Naomi beats her with a more direct right volley to the jaw that puts Ash on her back foot. She quickly collects her balance and rides out the rest of the round unscathed but it’s enough for Naomi to steal a close fourth to her side of the ledger.

R5: Both women seem ready pick up the pace after a moribund fourth. Ashley’s unwilling to remain set in place, letting Naomi skirt around her, ceding her the aggressor role. She chases early and it’s a painful process both in the number of misses and blocked shots but also in well-timed replies from the growingly confident Brit. Naomi is measuring better on the hoof and continues to pepper Benson with left jabs relentlessly, some that Ash blocks with her leather, other she blocks with her face. Again, frustration moves to the forefront for the Liar, an intemperate Ashley determined to repeat the fireworks of earlier in the match and again Naomi is showing her athleticism and speed of hands, countering the blonde furiously and effectively when BOOOM. Benson delivers an overhand that connects with vicious vitality and has Naomi stepping in fencepost holes. Scott navigates them without taking a tumble but a wired Ashley is on the prowl. She rifles body shots that have Naomi’s eyes bulging and bursting breaths forcing open pursed lips. A gutted Scott dips and rolls along the ropes, trying to recover while Benson’s flashing azure pools have murder within them. Ashley comes with the heavy artillery when NAOMI BLOWS UP THE BLONDE with a concussive counter. It’s Ashley’s turn to shimmy and shake to keep from ending on the canvas. Rattling a couple cobwebs out, Scott is quickly on her foe, pounding away, Benson staggered to the middle as Naomi is taking rack by the mittful. But Benson holds her line center stage, returning fire and proceeding to wage trench warfare, both women determined to end the other when the bell draws the dangerous dance to a close, the crowd roaring at the effort displayed. The non-stop action ends with the stanza scored a draw, putting the scoreboard where it started but the spent beauties certainly not.

R6: Looking ragged from the previous round, both combatants emerge slowly. However, if the crowd believes this might be a recovery round they’re instantly impressed by Ashley and Naomi continuing to engage. The two women are looking for the ‘off switch’, Ashley the instigator. She catches Scott with a thunderous left that has Naomi listing and hopscotching in that direction to keep her feet beneath her. Benson barrels after her foe, the veteran determined to end the relative newbie with a red right hand when NAOMI CLAPS BACK with a right-handed counter that collides calamitously with Ashley’s chin in the second minute. Benson’s baby blues glaze for a split-second and it’s all the time Naomi requires to send a left to the ribs and a BOMBASTIC RIGHT to Ashley’s jawline that sends Benson pirouetting to a place on the canvas. The blonde lies on her back, staring blankly at the rafters, legs bent, soles still on the deck. As a spastic Naomi scurries to her corner, the Liar props on her palms at ‘THREE’. She seems stuck as the count starts to pass her by, but at ‘EIGHT’ Ashley wearily heaves herself to vertical and nods at the official who motions Naomi forward. Scott doesn’t need any urging, wading into the dazed blonde with both guns firing. The Brit beauty bullies Benson into a corner and unleashes left and rights, claiming Ashley’s bosom greedily then lifting her sights to Ash’s bobbling braincase viciously swabbing it from side to side, Benson not responding. Finally, the official jumps in, cradling Ashley close and waving for the bell, NAOMI SCOTT CLAIMING A TKO6 in the final minute.

After: Youngster backs away and turns to her corner, pumping a fist toward the reps of the organization that took a chance on her. Already joining the crew is Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis, the Swans pointing in Ashley’s direction, Nat mouthing “Go get her”.

Naomi grins at first but Portman is enthusiastically insistent and Scott, eager to please, returns her attention to the defeated, breaking the Liar cadre to pluck Ashley off her stool. She kicks the perch away and leans the blonde into the corner, climbing to the bottom ropes, a boot on either side. She LEANS into her post-match festivities, tummying up on the flattened face of the sniffling Ash.

“STAHHP, you…”

Naomi forces her abs in tighter to prevent Ashley from saying something she might regret, Benson left to unintelligible, muffled complaints as she tries to find necessary oxygen instead of tawny tummy. It’s not an easy task for the beaten blonde and quickly her legs become jellied. Naomi releases her grip on the Liar’s flaxen mop and lets Ashley slide to a slumped seat, head bowed.

From the opposite corner, the beaming Swans give their rookie a rousing ovation. Scott dismounts, turns and rushes to fall into their embrace to enjoy the rest of a glorious evening.