Julie O'Reilly - The Spunky Irish (debut!) vs Julia Night

Just a short while ago Julie seemed to be doing so good, but now she was increasingly helpless against the bigger Texan. The sleeper hold was wearing her out, and to make matters worse, Julia managed to wrap her strong legs around the poor Irish' waist, rendering her struggling even less effective. She had to just listen to Julia.

Julie was refusing to accept that the tables had turned so quickly, there had to be something that she could do! But her brains were functioning all the time less effectively, as the sleeper hold was choking her out. Julie desperately wanted to be the brave fighter who could make it to the win, but Julia could feel her resistance weakening by the second. The rookie unable to effectively recognize the imminent danger of passing out, Julia would soon find the Irish unconscious if that's what she wanted.

Julie was stubborn that was for sure but Julia was confident that she had her down for the count. And slowly she was being proven right as her fight was reduced slowly and she could tell she was on the brink of going out like a light. A smile on her face she leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Good night Julie." She said in a singsong voice as she feels her first round fall coming to her as she gave it one last hard tug on the sleeperhold. Trying to finally put her down and out.

Julia had been angry and vicious right from the beginning, but now that Julie was facing an imminent loss of the first round, suddenly the Texan turned gentle with a peck on the Irish' cheek. And while Julie liked kisses, this was more like a kiss of death. There was no way for her to escape anymore.

And that was the last thought in Julie's mind. The crowds could see the brave and cheerful rookie going limp in the bigger Texan's hold. The Spunky Irish had had such a good start against aggressive Julia, but her inexperience had turned costly. And quite frankly, Julia had been able to drain her strength almost unacceptably easily. Cheerfulness is of no use, if you're passed out on the mat.

As Julie was slowly going out the ref moved to check on her grabbing her arm and lifting it up to see if she was well and truly out. The crowd still tried to support her hoping that her hand would come to life and not hit the floor but each time there hopes were dashed as it came down for a third time. The bell rang and the first fall went to the cocky and aggressive Julia.

Pushing off her she stood up as she pranced around Julie and waited to have the gloves on for the second fall. And what would be the last fall because there was no way she was going to lose now. Placing the gloves on her arm she looked down at the girl once again. "This is going to get a lost worse for you before it gets better."

The crowds were definitely not pleased, and Julia didn't seem to mind about that. Julie would have probably been happy for their reaction, but right now she had no clue about it. Quite frankly she had no clue about anything, and some from the audience probably became worried if she would be fit for the second round at all... Especially with Julia being awarded the pair of boxing gloves, the match seemed to be headed in a brutal direction.

As Julia was prancing around with her gloves, the ref girl leaned over to Julie, slapping her face to get her ready for the second round. The Irish started slowly regaining consciousness, rolling over to her back. By that time Julia had arrived next to her, promising Julie a bleak future. The Irish let out a frustrated moan as she began realising she had lost the first round. Julie would then roll away towards the ropes, stopping near them on her all fours, trying to regain some strength to stand up. Everyone could see, that it hadn't been a wise move to be so stubborn in the sleeper hold.

The crowds response was tuned out buy the redhead as she waited for her opponent to get back on her feet and ready for the next round. As she got up to her hands and feet Julia rolled her eyes at what she saw to be stalling and moved in closer as the ref waited until she thought that Julie was ready to start before she would ring the bell.

Once she got the confirmation she moved in and tried to corner Julie against the ropes and go for a punch to gut. If she could succeed she would try to force Julies arm up and over the ropes to keep her pinned but up on her feet for what came next.

Julie was tring to regain her strength as fast as she could, but the determined Texan wasn't going to give her that time. Barely she was able to stand up by the ropes, as Julia was pressuring the ref girl to set off the second round. And soon enough she did, Julie was able to hear the bell ring before she was quite ready.

The Irish had to back up towards a corner to buy herself some more time. But Julia was following suit, and seemed only pleased about the situation. Soon enough Julie found herself in the corner, and realised she had to try to escape by the ropes. But she couldn't, as Julia managed to deliver a punch in her gut. After that it was easy for the Texan to set Julie's arms over the ropes. The Irish really wanted to somehow kick the dominating Texan, but right now she didn't have any strength to do that.

Julia wasn't about to let Julie have a second to breathe after the near embarrassment she suffered in the first round at her hands. Instead punching her gloves together she thought about what to do first before drilling Julie in the face with a right hook. Smirking she then sent her next punch into Julies chest.

"What happened Julie, but yourself out already?" She said as she started to focus on Julie's body with the punches, nailing her belly with lefts and rights with the gloves while she was defenseless to do anything to defend herself.

Julie started to fear the worst as she could see the Texan punching her newly-gained gloves together, hungrily wanting to give them a good use. The Irish really had to kick now, or else... But it would be too late now, as Julia's glove punched her in the face. Julie's head fell back, and didn't come up before she had to scream in pain from the second blow to her chest.

Soon enough Julie's worst fears became true as Julia started punching her repeatedly in the belly. The Irish could only moan in pain as her knees started to fail, and she fell hanging on the ropes by her arms. The brutal direction of the match was now confirmed to the crowds, who could see the poor rookie reduced quite literally to being the bigger Texan's punching bag.

Julia was having fun at her opponents expense. Pinned up against the ropes the smaller Irish girl couldn't fight back as Julia pounded her against them without much of a care in the world. The punches to her belly left Julie without much room to breathe and it seemed she was getting ready to drop if her arms weren't hanging over the ropes to keep her up.

"Maybe you might want to reconsider staying strong and just give up." Julia said as she pulled her arm back and threw an uppercut that would connect with Julie's chin and rock her head. Standing back to get a good look at her handy work and give Julie time to call it off.