Egyptian Foxy Boxing champion, Seshafi, goes up against France’s champion, Clarisse Cloutier!
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- Seshafi and Clarisse stood up close to each other as the instructions were read. Seshafi looked hard into Clarisse’s eyes. “I will kill you, French girl. And I don’t cheat to do it. You will cry for me to stop.” Seshafi just looked back with a devious smile. “You should not underestimate me, mon amie.”
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- As soon as the bell rang, Seshafi rushed into Clarisse and began pounding into her belly. She held the French champion close to her as she hammered away at her midsection.
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- Seshafi did not let up and continued to manhandle Clarisse, knocking her all around the ring. The French champion was treated like a ragdoll by the Egyptian powerhouse.
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- She knocked Clarisse’s head back with a right hook, but before she could deliver the killing blow, the bell rang to end the 1st round. DING!
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- Seshafi stood tall in her corner and reached out to threaten Clarisse. “I will embarrass you tonight in front of all your countrymen. But I am bored, so I will end it in this round.” Clarisse, despite the beating she took, did not look intimidated. She simply stood up and smiled back at the Egyptian champion, with arms raised out. DING! And then the bell rang for the next round.
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- And Clarisse Cloutier shot out of her corner and rammed into Seshafi, catching the Egyptian champ off-guard! A sharp right uppercut snapped Seshafi’s head back and wiped the smile off her face.
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- Seshafi, stunned, felt Clarisse drill into her belly and felt the breath escape her body. Clarisse bent down low and dug in deep, bruising her opponent’s tummy.
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- With Seshafi reeling from the attack, Clarisse stepped to the side and backhanded her across the chin. An illegal move, but Clarisse smiled with glee as she did it. Lucky for Seshafi, the bell rang to save her from more damage.
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- Seshafi knew she had walked into Clarisse’s trap. She let her overconfidence get the best of her. And Clarisse also knew it. Despite her ‘pin-up girl’ reputation, the truth was that Clarisse could box. There was good reason why she was a champion and now Seshafi was aware of it. DING! The bell rang for the third round and both women prepared for further battle.
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- Both women danced around each other and then Seshafi made her move. She leaned in with a hard left, but Clarisse ducked low, dodging the fist.
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- Clarisse swiftly capitalized on the opening and torpedoed a hard right fist into Seshafi’s midsection, nearly cutting her in half! Seshafi lost her breath and stumbled from the punch.
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- And then Clarisse leaned in with a vicious right hook to Seshafi’s chin that rattled the Egyptian’s brain against her skull. Clarisse had done it! She had turned off her opponent’s lights.
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- The count reached 10 and Seshafi was counted out. Clarisse smiled wide as she raised her arms in victory.
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- Tonight, Seshafi learned the hard way that Clarisse Cloutier was more than just a pretty face. She was a formidable boxer who didn’t need to cheat too much to beat her.
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- And Clarisse stood tall in the ring, arms raised high. She knew she could take on Seshafi… it was Liberty Lane she was more worried about, so she had ensured she would lose her match. She was that that much closer to winning the tournament. But first, she had one more moment to enjoy.
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- Handlers had entered the ring to remove Seshafi’s top as a penalty for her loss. Instead of leaving the ring, Clarisse Cloutier remained so she could further humiliate the Egyptian champion. To the sound of boos, Clarisse stood on top of her beaten opponent, looked down at her, and laughed.
B.A.B.E. 