Samara Weaving vs Hunter King

Results: Lookout!, Words: OddManOut

Before: It was only February when Tractorpull was vowing to spend her fight in the bar, now Samara finds herself the favorite. Weaving showboating, but King still refusing to take the bait, stoically silent even through a post-instructions chest-bump from the Aussie blonde.

Hunter in blue triangle-cut bikini with blue gloves, hair loose and wild this time. Samara in red demi-cup bikini with white trim, black gloves, hair loose but pulled back.

R1: Hunter wobbles Samara with an early hook, pulling the punch sharp across the Aussie's forehead. King with smart pursuit, stepping to the side and chopping her shots head and body, Weaving battered to the ropes and taking punches. Midway through, Hunter getting butt wobble out of Samara again, this time with a sweet left uppercut, pivot left and sharp hook/right hand on the ear that sends spilling to her left along the ropes with a queasy look. King finishing up the round brawny with her girl covered up in the corner, banging away with short lefts and rights, bruising up Weaving's biceps and shoulders with nasty forearms and elbows on clipped follow through.

R2: Samara showing no respect, wading into Hunter, swiping wide punches, but she meets savvy resistance early. King shooting a timely jab, stepping out and roaming right - she's using the ring, keeping her distance through the first couple minutes. Weaving tackles up and bullies Hunter to ropes late, scrubs away while keeping her cheek on the bigger blonde's shoulder , but not enough to take the round.

R3: Hunter trying to power-punch for her advantage--she tries it early and Samara goads her on--taking punches and taunting “that it?” before slugging back. Toe to toe, King able to lather and sling effectively, bending to one side on follow through, closing up her stance to help minimize Weaving’s receipts--but the Aussie mitts are heavier. Hunter giving up canvas, finally takes a seat in the ropes, hanging on, trying to smother as Samara keeps single-mindedly mining quit to the body.

R4: Well, that didn’t work. Hunter scooting left behind spitting jabs, stepping back smartly to walk Samara into that banging right hook, then getting around her blonde with crafty sidesteps. Weaving getting turned and matadored around the ring - crowd loving the flashy punching King's able to do off the counter. Hunter scoring a gorgeous right uppercut, picking Samara's head up pretty. King with several nice straight rights to redden Weaving's face, hooking off the jab at points, helps her to get around the rookie's right side. Samara walking through it all, even waving Hunter on in to trade, but it's a classy shutout

R5: Hunter up off her stool AND THERE'S SAMARA! Weaving copying Mishy, charging out a couple seconds before the bell to get the jump, drives her shoulder into King and tackles her hard into her turnbuckles, then gives her a couple of brawny shoulder-butts to start the pounding with. Samara just going to town - head on Hunter's chest, occasionally rising and falling with a dull thud against the clavicle or shoulders - fists pumping and thumping away to breadbasket - hands pushing and palming at shoulders, biceps, anything to open that guard up. King getting ragdolled, bullied - she's trying desperately to spin or tie up, but it's not working.

R6: Samara jumps the bell again,surging in, tackling, driving Hunter to the ropes, then holding her down--it’s right out of the Mish Williams playbook, and the Aussie proves an apt pupil. Weaving’s fists constantly digging in trunk and tummy, or clubbing away head and shoulders, King sluggish, arms crossed, laying over on one side or the other, just trying to blunt the damage, hoping for exhaustion to take effect--but rookie just keeps coming. Samara the bully, beating Hunter into a double-up swoon, then palming her upright to work her over some more. King getting hit on the jaw and temples now as defence breaks down, offering nothing back--she can’t keep Weaving off. Then there’s the constant tousle rubbing, the shoulder-butts, the elbow-pushes, the body-pressing--it’s non-stop, just one girl going at another with everything she’s got, heaping on, plugging body with murderous double and triple right hands. Hunter coming apart at the seams, not punching back, head lolling drowsily, this thing becomes a dreadful beat-down. Finally, inevitably, King pools to canvas, mouth pouted open in abject surrender. KO6 as Samara continues her rampage through the bantam ranks!