JMD/D Samantha Hoopes (Chimera) vs Lorella Boccia (IBB) words-simgrrl/result-Lookout

TALE OF THE TAPE:
Hoopes (Light): (30yo, 5'8", 127#. 34D-25-35, (6-10 w/6 KOs)
Boccia (Welter): (30yo, 5'8", 137#, 40C-25-25) 1-0 (KO Beyonce)

Before: Hoopes a terror in training after the trauma of her Fourth of July "confrontation" with Upton aided by Decker and Strahovski. Chimera staff keeping clear of "Slammin Sammi" unless absolutely necessary to interact during her (lengthy) gym sessions. Sammi and Lawrence burning the midnight oil bent over blueprints from Charlize Theron's "How to Beat Upton" file, updating and revising as necessary to deal with all the the unknowns presented by Lorella Boccia (Hoopes) and Sabrina Lynn (Lawrence).

Stephanie McMahon, Sofia Vergara and Christine Hendricks, usually on top of their fighters and loudly vocal in chiding them to "do more" are uncharacteristically tip-toeing around Sammi and J-Law. Even Theron wears her kid gloves when guiding them in workouts. Gone are the cane switch and coiled blacksnake whip the G.O.A.T. usually wields with recalcitrant fighters - Lawrence and Hoopes are on a mission - arriving early; staying late and honing techniques that haven't been seen in the Chimera gym since the 'Dark Ages' (the mid-2010's when Ginny was busy running the stable into the ground!)

Everyone at Chimera knows that Boccia's only had a single fight in the FCBA, and that was earlier this month. She's inexperienced and she's new to the North American lifestyle. That said, despite her career as a model and TV entertainer, she's big, she's busty and she's Italian, all reasons why Charlize and the rest of "Team Hoopes" have cautioned her to be careful and feel her out before you try anything.

"Boccia wants JMD/D...she's going to get the greatest JMD/D's she's ever seen," Hoopes snarls, grabbing her "ladies" and shaking them to the delight of the media as their flashes explode.

"Is THAT how you did Upton at the picnic? I couldn't tell from the video..." a brave media maven snarked, ducking behind her cameraman so Hoopes couldn't identify her when after whipped around, glaring angrily at the scribes.

"I am NOT in any video Upton may, or may not, have shown anyone!" Sam whined, her voice breaking as she spoke. "I don't know why you people are so willing to buy every lie that comes out of that b*tches mouth! I wasn't there...it isn't me in her video...and I've never seen it!" Her illogic befuddling several of the less sharp minds in the crowd.

"Whatever you want to believe," Hoopes grouses in an attempt to recover, "That WOP is no match for me and she's going to succumb to the darkness that IS my JMD/D's."

Lorella, having watched Hoopes' performance, struts out on stage, her obviously welterweight 'assets' proudly prominent which - when she leans over the podium - practically tumble free of the confines of a low-cut dress. Pulling the microphone to her, she purrs, "I love Mizz Hoopeses boobies..tette; just luuuuuuuve them to death. I can't wait to get my ...uh... fists...scusie... on them. The way tha' bimba shakes her tettes...makes me lussuria... come si dice? Ah, si...lusty... for them. Lo prometto... I promise... I will condividere...umm...share, no?...share with you all. Tu mi ami, si?" she grins, asking if they love her.

The foreign press responds with resounding applause and chants of "Boccia Si! Hoopes No!"
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Fight Night: Lorella in all white; bikini, trainers, gloves. Hoopes - matching wardrobe to her her mood after the disastrous press meeting, all in black...string top, thong bottom, low-cut shoes, gloves and attitude!

Both women chest up during the referee's instructions, Boccia's thicker lower body evident in the comparison, but "up top where it counts" Hoopes ekes out Boccia on "weight of shot"; her 34D-cup impressing a tiny bit more than Lorella's 40C. Just as Hoopes turns back to her corner before the bell, she glances at the crowd in the IBB corner where Brooklyn Decker is passing her cellphone around to several women, all of them then looking up at Hoopes giggling. Decker does a little finger wave, then holds up her fingers spread in a V and flips her tongue between them. Hoopes blushes bright red and she's still furious when the bell rings.
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During Rd 1: At the bell, Samantha storms out of the Chimera corner in a blind fury. Not stopping to touch gloves when Lorella extends her left, Hoopes throws a wicked right that catches Lorella unprepared and knocks her back on her heels. Lorella struggles to regain her balance (and composure) as Samantha unleashes several more furious blows; a straight left to the nose, a right cross to the head and a second left, this a hook to Lorella's right breast nearly slapping it up and out of her tiny, tight, cup. The crowd "oohs", "aahs" and "gasps" at the wildly undisciplined aggression of the American blond.
Lorella caught out, reeling back with her hands up to protect her face, leaving her bosom unprotected...but not for long! Two hard right uppercuts to her left breast quickly get Lorella's attention and her hands drop to shield her "assets". But that leaves her beautiful face exposed for another hard left hook, flush on jaw. DOWN GOES BOCCIA! DOWN GOES BOCCIA!
Lorella dropped hard on her butt, her legs flying up as her feet leave the canvas when she rolls onto her back wide-eyed with shock! Boccia to the ropes on hands and knees, using them to get to her feet shaking her head - as much in dismay at leaving her chin exposed as at the embarrassment of getting knocked down. Ref checks her gloves, she nods she's alright, then as they come together and exchange right hands, the bell rings. Hoopes back to her corner arms raised, Lorella back to hers red-faced and angry as Hoopes takes the points, wide.

Rd 2: Boccia getting an earful of Italian advice, some of it likely NSFW, but luckily for the FCBA PPV team, much is 'lost in translation' so the censors are calm. Sam excitedly pounding her gloves as she paces eagerly before the bell, ignoring the advice of Vergara and Hendricks to, "Calm the f@ck down!"
Lorella coming straight at Samantha behind the jab, walking through a sweeping right from the blonde to get "all up in Hoopes' business". The Italian beauty taking a liking to Hoopes' vaunted "ladies", seemingly aiming to pound those beauties flat by the end of the round. Hoopes answering the assault on her pride by headhunting early, looking to end the fight the old fashioned way, with a legit KO, but Sam's having trouble connecting with Lorella smashing her bosom with both hands, so eventually Hoopes is forced to change tactics.
Samantha circling to her right, away from Boccia's right hand, giving her left breast some relief from the steady pounding. Hoopes' right cross momentarily stalls Lorella and lets Sam take the initiative with a left hook that rocks Boccia's head back. They clinch mid-ring and trade thudding body shots to each others flanks before the ref breaks it up. Both take a second to adjust their tops, then it's back to business; with a Lorella uppercut nearly stripping the cup off Samantha's left breast; then Hoopes pancakes Boccias in tit-for-tit payback! Fans, loving every minute of it, roar their approval!
Women starting to tire from the fast-paced action, each having taken damage; but that doesn't deter them from continuing to attack with mindless fury. Boccia, having asked for this JMD/D bout, obligated to give the fans what they came to see...the destruction of Hoopes' proud puppies! Lorella keeps her eyes on the rack in front of her, slamming her fists into the sides of Sam's soft puppies, then coming up from below with both right AND left uppercuts; the blonde's fleshy bosom bouncing wildly in her minimal cups - coverage she deliberately chose to show off her assets.
While Boccia is bludgeoning Hoopes' breasts, Samantha is mixing up her attack, throwing two punches at Lorella's head and body, for every one she aims at the Italian's gorgeous rack! By the bell, the American's heaving bosom is bright pink and her tiny top is askew from Lorella's steady punching while Boccia's breasts are still looking tanned and firmly supported by her more conservative top. The judges, judging a JMD/D fight, saw in the back-and-forth action a clear advantage for Lorella Boccia and gave her points accordingly - wide.

Rd 3:Samantha sits between rounds, getting her hot breasts iced by Hendricks while Vergara and Theron talk in both ears at once, doubling down on their advice to "stay calm and stay with the plan." Boccia telling her corner she's "got everything under control now" (but she says it in Italian).
Hoopes out with the same plan she used in the last minute of round two, to work the body and the head. The first minute sees Hoopes moving more, and better, then earlier and Lorella's unable to string together combinations to Samantha's chest, although the single punches she does land are enough to cause Hoopes concern. The blond can feel she's hurting Boccia with her right hand, and she's landing it often enough to slow Lorella's punch rate, but those that land still hurt.
They continue into the second minute, with Lorella scoring with half as many punches as Samantha, but almost all to Hoopes' chest, while Samantha's left hooks and right crosses target Boccia's head and body, but less frequently her chest. Still, Samantha's earning points and controlling the action, so it comes as a real shock to the fans when late in the round... "HOOPES IS HURT!
Lorealla's left hook swept across Samantha's right breast, ripping away the tiny triangle cup to expose her nipple. The laces of her glove scraped the sensitive tip as her fist continued until it impacted on the inside of Samantha's left breast! Sam let out a yelp of pain as she felt a burning sensation and instinctively grabbed her exposed breast with both hands. Lorella saw what had happened and threw a right to Samantha's chin! Hoopes reeled backward against the ropes, bounced off and wrapped her arms around Boccia's shoulders, locked her in a bearhug and slammed her to the mat. Samantha landed on top of Lorella, knocking the breath out of the startled Italian.
The referee quickly pulled Hoopes off of Lorella and, with a hand on her chest, backed her into the Chimera corner wagging his finger in her face, warning her if she "ever tackle someone in my ring again, you're done in the FCBA!" while he was berating her, Lorella had scrambled to her feet and was trying to get around the referee to slug Samantha...things were only seconds away from devolving into absolute chaos when the bell rang.
As the referee sorted Lorella out and retrieved Boccia's mouthpiece, which she'd spat out when the wind was knocked out of her, he checked with the timekeeper, then told the judges he was penalizing Hoopes a point for "tackling." Charlize got busy tying a new top on Samantha's chest to replace the one Lorella's punch had ripped apart. In the end, the judges scores - not surprisingly - awarded the round to Boccia close - after deducting a point from Sam who'd otherwise have won the round.

Rd 4: Irate Italian handlers spend precious time arguing with the referee and Chimera's corner has their hands full with Hoopes throbbing breasts. Everyone's back to business when the bell rings and the fighters touch gloves before they start swinging. But when they start swinging they really mean it! Hoopes holding her right glove low protecting her right breast, leaving Lorella an opening for her left to target Sam's head...but when she does Hoopes is quick with a right cross counter and after a couple land with devastating effect, Boccia rethinks and returns to her previous tactic of targeting Samantha's bosom, using her right to deal out the punishment.
Sam finally getting into a rhythm nearing the midway point of the round, popping Lorella in the face with a steady diet of jabs as she changes direction, circling left behind the jab, preempting Boccia's right. Short, quick, pop-pop-pop sounds echo in the hushed arena as leather meets face. With the Italian beauty forced into a sullen retreat, Samantha unloads with her right. The first lands high on Boccia's head, the second her ear. Hoopes finding the range now and Lorella seems to have no answer for it. But then she does...
Two minutes into the round, Samantha's feeling it, landing more or less at will with her right, setting the Italian up for the "takeout delivery." But Sam gets a little overanxious, or maybe she just got sloppy, but when she threw the right hand she expected would end the fight, Lorella beat her to the punch!
Samantha's right hand sailed past Boccia's left ear as Lorella leaned into a right of her own that connected flush on Hoopes' right cheek. The blow buckled Sam's knees as she half-turned to her right with the impact. Boccia hurriedly reloaded her right and fired again, this one a grazing blow over Samantha's left shoulder clipping the point of her jaw. DOWN GOES HOOPES! DOWN GOES HOOPES!
Sam swan dove chest-first to the canvas, landing on her big, soft, bumpers, her forehead bouncing off the canvas as she crashed down. With a minute left in the round, there was no way she'd be saved by the bell!
Lorella stepped over Sam's butt, looking back over her left shoulder at the wreckage she'd left on the mat behind her as she headed for a neutral corner. For her part, Sam lifted her head and blinked to clear the cobwebs after she looked up and saw two Charlize Theron's and two Sofia Vergara's in her corner. With agonizing slowness, Hoopes drew her right leg up, then struggled to get it under her as she pushed up with both hands as blood dripped from a cut lip. Too far from the ropes to use them, she managed to get to all fours, unaware of what the count was - or even if there WAS a count!
Pressing down on the mat with both hands, Samantha rocked back on her heels, then slowly rose up into a crouch with both hands on her knees. She could see the referee waving his arm back and forth and knew she must stand up, but the ring was spinning around her. She straightened, nearly fell, then took a step to regain her balance and brought her gloves up to her chin as the referee said, "NINE!"
He looked into her eyes, then held up two fingers and she said, "two..."
With a shrug, he looked at her mouth and saw her mouthpiece was in place, shrugged and waved to the Italian, saying, "Come on.."
Lorella rushed over and before she even set her feet she was throwing a huge right hand...and almost fell over when it missed as Samantha managed to lean to her right and let the punch sail behind her head. Sam grabbed Lorella in a bearhug and hung on for all she was worth. Boccia, having had only one previous FCBA fight, struggled to break free, pushing down on Hoopes' arms while twisting and turning from side to side.
Sam grimly hung on, her gloves behind Boccia's back clasped around her opposite wrists. The referee even had trouble breaking her bearhug, but eventually did and parted them. This time, Lorella took her time and advanced behind her left jab, each time she shot it in Sam's face it rattled Hoopes' already dazed brain. Once more, Samantha grabbed Lorella to clinch, but this time Boccia spun out of her hold and slipped away, giving Sam a chance to stagger over to the Chimera corner and back up against the turnbuckle for added support.
Lorella came in close to hammer away at Samantha, but crouched behind peekaboo gloves with her elbows tucked in to protect her body as she dipped, ducked and leaned left, then right, then left again, always moving her head to make it hard - but not impossible - for Boccia to hit her. It seemed like forever, but couldn't have been more than thirty, or forty, seconds before the bell rang! Samantha had survived, but the late knockdown negated all of Samantha's good early work and won Lorella Boccia the 4th round wide.

Rd 5: The Chimera team performed magnificently during the break, but even Theron couldn't perform magic and at the bell for the fifth, Samantha was still far from fully recovered. Charlize, Sofia and Christina all told Sam, "You CAN NOT box with Boccia in your condition, to win you need to survive the first minute. After that, survive the second minute. Then, see if you can last the third minute. If you do all that, come back and we'll talk about the next round."
Boccia's people told her, "You've got her hurt, she can hardly stand. She's ready to go. Finish her now, don't fool around trying to look pretty."
Lorella up bouncing on the balls of her feet ahead of the bell, slapping her gloves together while Hoopes is still slumped on her stool, leaning forward, elbows on knees, sweat matted hair plastered to her head, water running down her back and her front, pooling on the canvas under her stool.

BELL. Hoopes stands and crabs sideways along the ropes to avoid Boccia's first rush. Samantha pawing her left in Lorella's face, buying time. Lorella slaps it aside and jabs Sam in the forehead then slices a right under Hoopes' left elbow to her midsection. UNNNggg... Sam backsteeping, hands out in front of her, palms out, slapping away Lorella's next two jabs and a right the Italian pulled off as soon as she saw it would be short.
Boccia ever on the attack, tries to cut off the ring to stop Hoopes' circling. Samantha pushing her jab in Lorella's face, holding it there to distract her; Boccia digging her right in under Sam's left, punching paunch. Hoopes grunting; answers with an overhand right that just annoys Lorella and does no harm. Girls trade at close range with Hoopes clinching after each exchange forcing the referee to break them up. Boccia lands after every break; a light cuffing blow more bothersome than hurtful; in effect telling Hoopes, 'I'm right here lurking."
Crowd anxious, eager for excitement, starts to clap in unison and stomp their feet, even a few calls for 'more action'. Boccia eager to provide action, but Hoopes won't cooperate, keeps backing away from any attempt by Lorella to engage. Italian getting frustrated, more aggressive; getting inside to trade with Samantha, pressing her advantage, leaning on the blonde, working the belly with three-four punch combinations, doubling Hoopes over, only forcing more clinches.
Closing minute coming out of another clinch, Lorella again cuffs Sam in the right cheek with her left. This time, however, instead of backing off, Hoopes steps INTO Boccia with a whipcrack right cross.
"LORELLA'S DOWN! BOCCIA'S BEEN KNOCKED DOWN!" Fans rise as one screaming. Boccia's swept off her feet and knocked onto her back by a hard right that lands flush on the left side of her jaw. Hoopes standing over Lorella, fists clinched at her hips, lips curled and teeth bared as she glares down at the fallen brunette. Then with a toss of her head, Sam strides quickly to the corner as the referee begins the count.
Lorella Boccia rolls to her left, then back to her right trying to get off her back, finally rolling over and struggling to get to one knee. All the while, the referee is standing over her counting, screaming "SIX! and then "SEVEN!" at the blank face of the Italian beauty. After he says "NINE!" Lorella straightens her back and her gloves lift up off the canvas, just beating the count by less than a second.
Lorella sways back and forth as the ref checks her gloves and looks into her eyes. He holds up two fighters and, someone, in the Italian corner yells, "Why is it always two fingers?" The referee backs off and Samantha stalks in to finish. The rest of the round is as one-sided as it's possible to be. Samantha's fists rampage up and down Boccia's body as Lorella struggles to protect herself with trembling hands. Samantha carefully picking her spots. With her opponent hurt and having trouble defending, the blond targets Lorella's heaving bosom rather than knocking her out. She's sending the brunette a message, she wanted JMD/D and now she's getting a taste of the kind of fight she wanted!
Driving Lorella's back against the ropes, Samantha pins her with her hips and pounds her bosom; chopping right hands crash downward onto her left breast; left uppercuts dig into the underside of her right breast. After a hard left to the face forces Lorella to raise her right glove, Sam slams a hard right cross into the valley between her breasts, ejecting her right breast from its cup. The crowd loves it!
A left-right to the belly doubles Lorella over, then a mammoth right uppercut to the chest lifts her up and tilts her backward, the top rope sagging under her weight. The referee stepping in to stop it when Lorella's saved by the bell. As she slumps forward, Samantha catches Boccia under the arms and walks her backward into the Italian corner. There, she holds her up against the turnbuckle for her corner people to grab her and slide her down onto her stool.
"I'll be back for her in a minute or two," Samantha says after taking out her mouthguard. Once heavily Boccia, the round turned on a last minute knockdown.

Rd 6: Lorella not recovered, all Samantha until the KO after 1 minute
The crowd didn't sit between rounds, all eyes fixed on the urgent efforts in the Italian's corner to get their fighter ready to go. Seeing her stand before the bell, her hands tightly clutching the ropes on either side of her, no one gave her even the proverbial 'puncher's chance' when the bell rang.
Samantha Hoopes walked resolutely out of her corner and crossed the ring to where Lorella leaned on the turnbuckles waiting for her. Glancing at the referee, Sam asked through her mouthguard, "She really gonna do this?"
The referee looked at Boccia's seconds and they nodded. Though none of them seemed to relish the idea, they either didn't have the 'stones' to overrule their fighter, or they were more interested in their own careers than their fighter's health. The ref shrugged, then gestured Sam forward with the warning, "She's stepped to the mark; all that's required. Now you either fight or forfeit...them's the rules."
Sam shook her head sadly, then stepped up and sent a three-punch combo to Lorella's unguarded breasts...left-right-left...each breast in turn pancaked under the impact of Sam's fist. Lorella let out a squeal of pain, grabbed her breasts and crumpled to the mat sobbing.
"Now! You count, you bastard," Sam snarled at the stunned referee who seemed as surprised as everyone else by the show of unbridled violence.
Instead of counting unnecessarily, the referee just waved his hands overhead and called off the fight (something he might have done in the previous round).

After: The Italians climbed into the ring and began to apply unguents and salves to their fighter's bosom as Sam stood over them watching. When she was satisfied, she went back to the Chimera corner and shed her gloves. Once that was done, she returned to the IBB corner where her seconds had Lorella up on her stool, her hands still gloved.
"You ready?" Hoopes asked Lorella. Numbly, the beaten beauty nodded, but when she tried to stand, she sat back down, shaking her head.
Sam grabbed a handful of sweaty brown hair and dragged Lorella off her stool onto her knees, then pulled her out into the middle of the ring where she dropped her on her back. "Remember this," Sam told her as she dropped her tiny top. "This is the price you pay for losing in JMD/D!"
Hoopes dropped with her knees on either side of Lorella's head, then bent over and covered the Italian's face with her big, reddened, sore and aching, breasts.
Lorella was too weak, too exhausted, and perhaps to embarrassed to struggle for long, soon going limp beneath Samantha Hoopes' J's of MD.
When Samantha raised up and sat back on her heels, the V between her breasts was smeared with blood. She wiped it off and licked her hand clean, then got up and walked over to the ropes above where Brookly Decker was sitting.
She'd been joined by several other women, all of whom were gazing up at Samantha as if expecting her to say something. Instead, she raised her arm and pointed her index finger at them, stopping at each one before moving on to the next. Then she made a gesture as if writing their names on her open hand; smiled, turned and walked back to the Chimera corner.

Later:
Hoopes: "Lorella didn't deserve this. She was pushed into a JMD/D fight before she was ready for one. I don't know who in her camp made that decision - I hope it was not her - but they need to realize JMD is a different game, played by different rules. I took it easy on her tonight...I won't do that the next time she challenges me!"

Boccia's camp was unavailable for comment and no one spoke up to take "credit" for the idea of challenging (anyone) to a JMD/D match before the ink on Lorella Boccia's passport stamp was even dry.