UK champion, Morgan Mace, faces Brazilian champion, Luiza Lima!
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- Morgan Mace and Luiza Lima stood head to head as instructions were read. Morgan looked deep into Luiza and threatened, “Tonight, I’m going to show that you’re nothing but weak little bimbo. And I eat bimbos like you for lunch.” Luiza looked back at her opponent with a smirk, “You don’t know who you mess with…”
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- The bell rang to start the match and both women flew into each other. Morgan spent the first moments of the round trying to punch the Brazilian champion, but Luiza was too quick and dodged her blows easily.
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- Morgan, however, was not swift enough to dodge the Brazilian’s fists. Luiza took her turn at punching and landed every blow she sent out.
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- Morgan was rocked early on by her opponent. Luiza danced around her, hitting her with punch after punch. Morgan spent the rest of the round, feeling the Brazilian’s fists. DING! The round ended with Luiza on top.
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- Luiza flirted with the camera as she rested in her corner. She looked over at her opponent with a smile, saying “How tasty am I know, menina?” Morgan, meanwhile, steamed in her corner. She stood tall and angry, looking to demolish her opponent in the next round.
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- DING! And the second round began with Luiza bouncing out of her corner to meet Morgan. But this time, Mace was ready and slammed a powerful fist into the Brazilian’s tummy. Morgan then began to take her opponent apart.
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- Morgan Mace slammed the smile clear off Luiza’s face with a viscous right punch and then proceeded to punish her even more. The crowd gasped as Morgan showed her full power.
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- Morgan flipped her attack toward Luiza’s belly and abused it with several solid punches. Luckily for the Brazilian, the bell rang to save her from more punishment. DING!
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- Luiza staggered to her corner, welcoming the break between rounds. She gripped her damage tummy but looked out at Morgan with a look of determination and spite. Morgan, meanwhile, took her turn to smirk. She shouted out, “Get ready, chica… Now it is time to put you down!”
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- DING! The bell rang to usher in the 3rd round. Morgan came out swinging, but Luiza channeled her anger and worked through her pain to dodge her opponent and land a solid punch into Mace’s midriff.
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- Morgan had started the round thinking she was near victory, but was taken surprise by Luiza’s surge. Soon, she found herself propped up against a corner, trying to block the quick fighter. Luiza sped into her, raining punches all over the British fighter.
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- Morgan found out the hard way that Luiza was more than a showgirl. Despite her image, there was a reason Luiza was a championship boxer. She had power and speed wrapped up in a sexy package and she unleashed it all over Morgan Mace. With a swift left uppercut, Luiza sent the British champion to dreamland!
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- And Morgan Mace came crashing down on to the canvas! Luiza Lima danced around her beaten opponent as the count went from 1 to 10. And then it was over!
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- Luiza bounced around and danced as the crowd cheered her on. “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, by third round knockout… Brazilian Foxy Boxing Champion… Luiza Lima!!” The saucy fighter took in the cheers.
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- Morgan Mace, meanwhile, lay crushed on the canvas. No one felt sorry for her, not even her fellow countrymen. The British were happy to see their villainous champion on the canvas.
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- Only when she suffered the penalty for losing did Morgan Mace win the cheers of the crowd. Handlers came into the ring, removed her top, and displayed her for the world to see. There lay the UK Foxy Boxing Champion in defeat.
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- Later that night, after Luiza’s victory, all the combatants were scheduled for a night of media interviews. While getting ready in the gym’s dressing rooms, Luiza Lima and Liberty Lane bumped into each other, allowing Luiza to brag about her victory.
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- Luiza stood there with a sarcastic grin. “Oh menina, it’s too bad you lose so quickly. The fans really wanted to see us fight, they say.”
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- “But now, they don’t get that chance. All because you lose like that. Oh… it would be uma luta real good too! Well… I hope you cheer me on to victory, Liberty. I must now go talk about my win tonight. And you talk about what? Oh, your defeat. Again, desculpe!”
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- And with that, Luiza left Liberty in a sad, deflated state. Liberty stood there feeling empty. Now, she had to spend the rest of the tournament watching the other girls progress to the Finals while she had to field questions about her first quarter-final loss.
B.A.B.E. 