Fighting in conveniently loose clothing by competing ladies like Carmen and Faith, screams into excitement as they are totally committed in a grudge fight. They are not wearing bras so you wouldn't think the seriousness and the sight of breasts partially revealed in the struggle blended but of course it worked and added hugely, making the fight totally sexciting - from my point of view.
Carmen made it plain she was angry with Faith's attitude and Faith made it plain she could deal with Carmen's anger.
Carmen gets inside Sahara's arms in this hair-pull action, A1 for a normal cat-fight but....in oil? The slippery foothold insecure and tricky.
The slaps were landed and skin reddened by the time Carmen sat on Sahara's face to finally put an end to a long run of wins by Sahara.
I think the girls and I have taken to oil fights because the three elements of basic BFuk cat-fights are present in the fights and have turned out seriously competitive.
Carmen's body forced into muscular display, terrified to lose contact with Sahara, which of course is by the hair and Sahara ain't too happy..but slappy.
The cute bodies becoming red raw with slaps but one hand is always available for pressure on the hair, so a tug one way releases the slap or, you never know, even the start of a take-down.
A marathon fight for Sahara and Justice, they've learned each other's strengths and like boxers, suffer the hard slapping blows, so tired but they stubbornly look for the hair-pull and shift, to try and find the final take-down or to target with their free hand, a slap on injured skin: a strength-sapping fight.
Hard to tell if Amy hands have a tight hold on Lottie's hair but the pain is showing on Lottie's face just the same. ( above pic from the rematch )
No doubt about the assault on Amy's hair, Lottie is making Amy squirm in their first match.
It must be a fierce hair attack, Portia ( left ) attempts to ease the grip with her hand on Mandy's wrist in their excellent stand-up brawl.
They are prepared to pull hair in a stand-off in between the heavy slapping attacks; when they went to the floor, they were equals.
I'm not good on seeing the women suffer while they are fighting but in my opinion these two took me to just beyond the limits of punishing each other in a fight. Awesome viewing but I did cringe at times.
The lean, mean, fighting mature Mandy in the same lucky fight knickers she always wears ( info from BFUK ) goes up against the more rounded Vixen.
In a roll-around my money would be on Vixen; in a stand-up my money would still be on Vixen because she is a good-looking powerhouse and power-slaps awesomely.
Magnificent Mandy has proved herself, some, in the roll-around grappling and in the stand-up: I am in awe of her after her rookie fights against Sahara and Portia and the more recent slap-down of Layla.
Would it be the bedspread or the hard floor?
It's the hard floor; a stand-up likely and a solid slapfest. I've seen both slap and they have impressed me, Mandy dogged and determined, Vixen, a powerful hard slap leaving Sahara and Carmen sorely bruised, and yet, not beaten, when she fought them.
The slaps and hair tugging are not going to win the fight but in stand-up it's who quits first, or, at the end of the third round I can decide for myself who wins.
Bfuk are not willing to raise the hand of the winner. Wish they would then there might be more clutter discussion but cleaner stats.
I imagine very few of the BFUK fighters have ever considered the win or a loss as a vital or valid stat., and the time of keeping scores and a league table has long since disappeared, since the demise of the old forum.
To the fight: Mandy steps up to the plate, wholesomely topless, and....darn it! Vixen keeps her top on but she looks positive as she flexes herself on the start-plate, looking keener, and at the off, they go for each other's hair, looking for the hefty slap.
A slapping start, but it's a slow start for Mandy, as Vixen piles on some vicious overhead power wallops on Mandy's back ( six in a row ) which seems to redden up very quickly. No surprise there.
Unfortunately Mandy's strategy ( if she had one ) is compromised because Vixen uses her left hand and Mandy's right hand timing gains little effect.
First round to Vixen though she had to lift her sliding downwards knickers to cover her embarrassment: topless Mandy v bottomless Vixen would be an eye-catcher.
Mandy's slaps are affected again by the bludgeoning left hand of Vixen, the slapping more hazardous as they reach for other areas of the body, the hair tugging persistent as they look for the slap.
Vixen's defence is good, she wiggles her frame to avoid quite a few of Mandy's slaps, causing Mandy to appear a bit wild with the occasional missile-swipe miss.
Mandy's timing is sometimes off due to Vixen's left hand but she's improving and Vixen is forced to fend her off or hold onto Mandy's ammunition right arm.
Oof! An explosive tit-slap stings Mandy, her left elbow automatically flexes to cuddle the after-shock where the slap landed but only for an instant, then she's back into the fray.
Second round again to Vixen. Mandy must be frustrated, seemingly unable to counter fully the points lead by Vixen though she's trying hard.
Their hair totally mussed up, the third round gets under-way and Mandy, it's now or never. Vixen is keeping her firmly against the ropes and pounding hard.
As Vixen tires she is not so able to defend herself, quite so well and Mandy gets in more hard slaps. Mandy looks determined to keep the fight going to the end, which can't be far away but Vixen seems to be wavering and the fight stops before the final whistle.
Vixen is congratulated for her win before they realise that Vixen had actually submitted and a happy Mandy accepts the credit for the win.
Had Vixen kept it up until the fight was called to an end I reckon she had the points win though I'm pleased for Mandy, after her initial setbacks, she'd have gone an extra round just to prove her stamina.
Lovely photo of Mandy, thrilled to finish the winner.
Score: Vixen - Defence - 8/10
Offense - 9/10
Total - 17/20
Mandy - Defence - 6/10
Offense - 8/10
Total - 14/20
Crit - Mandy stays low and head down, Vixen capitalized and kept her low to release overhead slaps frequently. Staying more up-right would have given Mandy a better view of what's coming, so her defense and offense could improve just by seeing what's about to hit her. This may suggest that the hair tugs are important in the stand-up fight and the expert at that is Sahara who has beaten both Mandy and Vixen.
Vixen stayed more upright and dodged some of the force of in-coming slaps but she gave up when the fight was nearly over. Mind you, Mandy did the same against Portia. Vaguely annoying.
Just goofin, saying is easy but Mandy is the winner and improves her stats to 2 and 2. Vixen is 1 and 3 losses.
Is Mandy or Vixen ready for a rematch with Sahara? I'd like to think so.
Two months after the ' Jolly Rodger ' champion Mandy had defeated the ' Cat and Fiddle ' champion Portia ( also the Midlands Pub Champion, though it was a friendly), Mandy had finally convinced Sahara's manager that her challenge was genuine.
A meeting was called at Sahara's fight pub club, called the ' Lamb to the Slaughter ' where they would finalise the details. Sahara refused to put her title ( South England Champion ) on the line and requested a friendly fight. So desperate was Mandy, she agreed.
I chatted to the girls in their dressing room as they readied for the big fight ( jealous? ) and got a couple of pics but I sensed a lot of tension in there, these girls were going to tear hair.
Mandy told me she didn't give a monkey about the arguments or the title and obviously buoyed with her win against Portia,' I just want to get into the fight and flatten the so-called queen, Sahara.'
When I put this to Sahara, she was incensed ' I went easy on that bitch in our cat-fight, now she's trying for the big league but you know what....no way! I'm gonna shut the bitch up and finish her in two minutes.'
Massive prediction but you couldn't disagree: it's Sahara and I don't want her taking me down in front of everybody. Embarrassing!
The pub fight circuit rules- anything goes and Bitchfightuk bought the rights.
It's a good job the Lamb to the Slaughter is a big pub out in the countryside with a big car park.
On the night of the fight, the supporters' coaches disgorged almost two hundred and fifty raucous fans into the hands of the smiling landlord's capable beer-pulling staff.
Bets and beer were going down heavy as the fight was announced at 2 am, ( by then half the fans were sleepy drunk and the pub tills were bulging ) the almost compos mentis fans viewed the huge-screen TV, loudly applauding
The weigh-in was a tense affair, Mandy weighing in at 116 lbs was trying
to keep her cool but Sahara at 101 lbs got into Mandy's face umpteen
times using all her facial expressions and the officials breathed a sigh
of relief that nothing worse happened by the conclusion.
The officials and the doctor and nurse were readying, the crowd
wolf-whistling as the girls removed their tops to reveal their sweet
bodies.
Gasp! They're topless. I almost let my camera drop.
I could see they were perspiring from their warm-ups as they waited for
the bell to ring, looking anxious but determined. I didn't know what to
expect, so I daren't hope for too much.
The girls moved to their corners: they looked in great shape, lean and mean, the liniment added to their hard bodies making the shine.
Sahara's pub had additional rules for the fights and one was that no one but the girls were allowed in the arena: another - the fight was to be continuous.
Called to the centre of the room the stare-down began. Both girls whispered to each other.(I'll find out later what they said.)
A cheeky Sahara searches Mandy's face for any sign of weakness. Fight! The official shouted to loud approval from the fans in the adjacent bar area.
Both reach for the hair to get the best hold and of course this is Sahara's forte. Immediately Sahara has an advantage twisting Mandy's head by the hair whacking her little mitt hard into Mandy's ribs.
Mandy sets the tone for the fight in a clinch and draws first blood, raking her nails down Sahara's back.
Sahara is indignant, wrenches herself free and backs off, obviously feeling the injury to her back, when Mandy uses her reach and plants her favourite straight right onto Sahara's chin.
Sahara's head snaps back, she staggers and adopts a defensive posture, groggy, leaning against the wall.
Mandy sees her chance and looks to plant another telling punch but Sahara seizes a lock of Mandy's hair, twists and turns beautifully to put Mandy, her face a mask of pain, at risk, her fist again banging into Mandy's ribs.
Sahara plants her feet and another two-handed hair twist brings Mandy to her knees: Sahara always draws from her vast experience in past cat-fights when you think she is losing.
Mandy is now at Sahara's mercy in a big way, Sahara is setting her up, holding her head by her hair. As Mandy removes her arm to punch she allows Sahara, from a racing start, to plunge her knee into Mandy's face and chest.
Three hard impacts before a panicking Mandy bangs her head upwards onto Sahara's chin, spinning out of Sahara's deadly hold.
Scrabbling to get to her feet Mandy knows she needs to get up or Sahara will control her.
But Sahara dives and flattens her before she can get up, her knee drives into Mandy's belly close to the groin: Mandy screams in frustration as Sahara takes the mount.
Seriously troubled by the blow to her belly, she is floundering.
Finding extra strength she wrestles Sahara off her and both get to their feet.
Mandy looks wobbly, the pain in her gut leaving her unsure and Sahara takes full advantage, controlling Mandy by the hair uses her knees into her belly, again.
Mandy is struggling, she goes down again trying to deflect the punches from Sahara who can sniff an early victory, as she predicted.
Sahara amazingly, generously stands and waves Mandy up to her feet: Mandy slowly obliges. Could this be a mistake from Sahara?
Sahara has a careless Rousey moment, steps in and lands punches to Mandy's face and body, she doesn't see the right hook from Mandy. The punch hits her on the side of the jaw.
This is Mandy's strength but Sahara wants to get into the punching fight. It's not a good idea because Mandy begins to get the upper hand with her best combo punches.
Both girls are now competitively punching each other in the stomach, eyeing each other after their effort, their flat bellies taking hard punches, with the hardest blows from Mandy.
Standing toe to toe it is Sahara is forced to disengage, switching to kicks, to catcalls from Mandy's sponsors.
Mandy, finding a new confidence, wades through the kicks and lands a superb belly punch, Sahara doubles up, covering up from knee strikes, kicks and punches. The away crowd are being driven berserk.
The smaller Sahara, now looking seriously vulnerable, needs to go for Mandy's hair, the fight now into the fourth minute.
Sahara protects her belly after two of Mandy's hardest punches, then she goes for Sahara's ribs as she tries to recover her breath.
Sahara seizes Mandy by the hair while Mandy punches and kicks her body and legs.
Mandy is on a roll and Sahara is bleeding and bruised as Mandy must feel hopeful with a knock-down, not far away.
Desperately, Mandy tries to punch her way out of a hair-pull battle with Sahara, her fists pound Sahara's face and body and she succeeds but loses a hank of hair ripped out in Sahara's ferocious grip.
Sahara's followers are covering their faces, cringing against the final blow to wreck their dreams.
Into the sixth minute now and Sahara stays just in range of Mandy's punches but the punches are slowing.
Sahara's eyes are all but closed but she takes a few more of these solid punches, her body and face violated but she seems oblivious to the pain.
Mandy sees her opponent's hands drop but why do I get the impression Sahara is feigning surrender: Mandy lands a good body punch but she allows Sahara to find her hair.
Oh Oh! Sahara draws Mandy, punching wildly, close, her arms in the optimal hair grip position on the inside.
Where this little female gets her strength from, I don't know but her twist on Mandy's head puts a tiring Mandy on her way to the floor, while Sahara elbows her vulnerable back.
It's a floor battle now and a furious Mandy looks determined not to have Sahara on top.
The struggle is vicious but Sahara is now in her element, her elbows and fists able to find the vulnerable parts of Mandy's body and each time Mandy resists her hair is twisted mercilessly.
A fierce hair clinch develops on the floor. A huge, sudden effort from Mandy pulls Sahara up, until they are standing, their bodies straining against each other as Mandy desperately looks for a way out by punching.
Sahara twists Mandy's head, going for the floor again but wrenching her head from Sahara's grasp, she again leaves hair behind.
Mandy looks relieved, though she's groggy, looking for the fist fight but a speedy Sahara fires a crisp snap-kick to her midriff forcing her backwards releasing the first yelp I've heard.
Mandy clobbers Sahara on the face, following up with hard chest punches but Sahara holds her ground and exchanges several hard body punches.
Into the tenth minute of the fight and the two ladies have slowed, the punches and kicks not so crisp or accurate; now we are definitely at the stamina stage and Sahara still looks the more energized of the two, despite her obvious injuries.
Both bloodied and bruised, amazingly I can see Sahara is actually the fresher of the two.
They get in a clinch and Sahara, like the anaconda, ties up a tiring, injured Mandy, encircling her body and arms, her resistance diminishing as the hold is tightened.
Two minutes pass as the two sweating bodies, welded together, are bent over by the unrelenting pressure from Sahara's arms: Mandy goes down on one knee.
Sahara's crowd senses the end is near, they rise, as one to their feet for the coup de gras.
Sahara's knee strike to Mandy's jaw is dramatic enough for the crowd to roar: Mandy hits the floor hard.
An emotional Sahara is thrown a towel as she waits for the mandatory count of one minute to verify her win.
Mandy stirs and bravely attempts to rise succeeding only in rolling on to her back, while a stressed Sahara looks on.
The minute passes and Mandy is assisted to her feet and helped from the room.
Sahara enters the pub and throws kisses to the cheering crowd, the champion has dismissed another challenge from a plucky contender. A very entertaining friendly match.
MANDY V PORTIA
I did post that I'd like to imagine and feature Mandy against Portia in a gloved fight, so this post will take time to create and requires returning for updates in the future. I start with the stare-downs to inspire me: the dark look helps. I have no idea if they actually would box but after their stand-up cat-fight, maybe.
The dream began:-
Portia is the English Midlands Light-weight Pub Champion but she refused to put her title on the line simply because she didn't think Mandy was deserving enough, having beaten her in a previous fight.
( Lean, angular Mandy ( right ), her cat-fight performances have inspired me and I just became a fan of hers without second thoughts while curvy Portia would just have to bat her eyes at me and I'd be enslaved.)
The stare-downs fierce before they make ready to don the gloves.
Whirling from reality these two got into these stare-downs as they were in the dressing room to get ready. What you can't tell from the pics is- were they totally naked? Of course they were, it was a dream: while I can't show you that, they were getting in the mood for the fight.
These two posed in boxing gloves before their cat-fight. I think they liked the feel of the gloves so perhaps I imagined the words. Some of you won't believe it: see if I care.
That was a challenge, wasn't it? By hook or by uppercut let the leather fly.
Interviewed before touching gloves, Portia was full of confidence answering questions from the sponsors and her answer was ' I know I can beat her, the skills I've got will be too much for her. She has zero chance.'
Mandy didn't duck the questions and her answers were, indignantly ' I'm not too old to take her on ' and with a smile ' I don't really know but when I slip these gloves on I feel a huge buzz. Is that baaaad? ' When pressed about Portia's title...' Not a problem she'll have to put it up next time, after I beat her.'
The ladies are almost ready to embark on the big fight.
The pub is packed with bodies and the bets are being screamed between the punters with most of the money going on Portia who, it appears from her statements apparently has previous training, although some thought this was rumoured deliberately by Mandy's supporters.
BFuk has the contract for the fight and are all set to record but they had to set up a live feed to the bar from the fight room where the girls and their seconds were readying.
Speculation has it that there is an ongoing feud between the girls after a cat-fight and since Portia had beaten Mandy in a close slugging slap-fight she had been boasting of her success and Mandy had, after a public argument in this very pub, challenged Portia to a fight of any kind. Portia suggested wearing fighting gloves and the only rule was ' no biting.'
No bigger than fifteen feet by twelve the fight room had little room for running - roped off at one end while the referee and the seconds are not allowed beyond.
A deathly hush descends over the pub as Mandy is seen punching air in practice as the bell sounds for the first round.
Mandy cagily shuffles to the centre of the room, Portia is already three quarters way going for left and right body shots into Mandy's ribs.
Defensively Mandi covers up as Portia aims kicks into her thighs and calves, her attention downstairs while Mandy siezes her opening with a magnificent chin shot.
The sweat sprays from Portia's hair: the fight room is like a sauna and the girls are already sweating buckets. Mandy is about to follow through but is warned off by the official and a count is begun while the seething pub erupts.
Portia shakes her head and beckons Mandy into her range before the mandatory count ends.
Photo shot taken from TV screen in pub because my finger wasn't ready. Thank goodness somebody was on the ball. Thank you... whoever.
Mandy weaves her way forward and it looks to me as if Portia is wobbling.
She goes in high with her right foot and catches a sluggish Portia deep in the belly, forcing her backwards. She covers up as Mandy looks for a telling punch past Portia's defence with some success as the bell sounds.
Portia returns to her corner, her left eye smarting and discoloured
while Mandy smiles broadly as her second congratulates her for her able performance. It looks as if Mandi has the punch to make a difference.
Mandy comes out for the second round confident but again she is flat-foot caught, Portia swings a heavy kick into her stomach.
Mandy covers up, bent over while Portia lands heavy kicks to her lower legs and abdomen.
The kicks are hurting and Mandy doesn't seem able to cover up effectively as an excited Portia switches and lands punch after punch to Mandi's head.
Mandy is down for a count, blood dripping from her nose, pooling on the canvas floor, while Portia kisses her glove and raises her arms.
Mandy raises her head and stares at her corner in disbelief, her second gets next to her ' You'll never live it down ' he screams in her ear making sure he is heard over the tumult from the bar.
She slowly rises and an eager Portia goes for the finish but Mandy gets close and ties Portia in a strong clinch. The girls do the clinch dance with Portia trying to bang in the punches and Mandy trying to get her bearings.
End of the round with Portia eagerly listening to her second, Mandy, in a daze needs attention to her bleeding nose. Her second tries to lift her spirits with encouraging words.
Portia gets right into Mandy's body at the bell with glove and foot but Mandi's flat firm stomach holds steady. She retaliates with a kick as Portia bangs in a hard right catching her forehead.
Mandy goes on the attack looking for revenge with rights and lefts, close in, to prevent Portia from kicking.
Cleverly, Portia siezes the back of Mandy's neck pulls her close and knees her stomach and ribs repeatedly.
Mandy's hands now low and without cover, her face gets two wicked elbow shots from Portia forcing Mandy to break away, she is injured as Portia sets for another onslaught.
The clinch is a must for Mandy as she grabs Portia's waist and the slow dance begins to wait for the end of the round.
In frustration, Portia head butts Mandy on the side of the head and she staggers away at the sound of the bell.
Almost unrecognisable: Portia now cut on the lip and a bruised eye and Mandy's nosebleed has restarted, both eyes bruised and her nose looks a bit crooked.
I hear Mandy's second tell her 'She's using everything in the book of no rules. You ain't.' ( He's a Yank? ) ' You cannot win unless you use your head to find everything you've got. Find a pattern. You hear me? ' He yells.
Mandy resignedly hauls herself up to get the fourth round underway.
Seeing Portia approach firms up Mandy's attention; she starts with a definite pattern, kicking low, solid firm punches to the body, shifting to the head with superb combinations, while a puzzled Portia needs all her effort to defend but that's a slippery slope, when Mandy crowns her effort with a knee to the crotch.
Would you believe it, I'm sure Mandy apologises as Portia staggers, almost going down.
Mandy's focus is on a railway track until a desperate Portia clinches, gripping the back of her head to bring Mandy's face to a raised knee. Spludge! That was wet. Adrenalin streaks into Portia who is about to vent her aching spleen but she's overshot the bell as Mandy's second ducks the rope and pulls Portia away.
Both seconds are arguing as the girls are led back to their respective corners.
Mandy does not want to sit, she is so mad; after the briefest of attention from her second she waits for the bell mouthing words at Portia: despite a good knee to the face Portia lost that round to Mandy who wants more payback.
Portia's second tells her to keep cool, that she'll have a good round because Mandy is mad angry.
Mandy's intuitive second indicates a problem to the officials and the bar crowd go mental, the howls and fighting breaking out, heard in the adjacent fight room. I figure he wants extra time-out so Mandy cools. He points out a problem with the girls shorts, that the colours are running. Both girls agree to remove their shorts to get on with the fight.
Having to strip down weakens Portia's attention and she takes a solid uppercut to the chin which is the best punch ever, Mandy could bring; Portia wavers, her eyes look puzzled, sinking to her knees, trying to focus on Mandy's face. Mandy is ecstatic, the fight looks over as the count begins. If a pin were dropped in the bar it would be heard.
Would you believe it, in the middle of the count Mandy, in a rush of desperation, punches and kicks Portia while her bum is touching floor. ' Get right down, bitch ' she shouts.
The seconds are in there quickly pulling Mandy off while the official suspends the fight and the bedlam reaches riotous proportions in the bar.
The official finally gets the crowd's attention and asks the committee members to meet in the fight room to make a decision regarding the rules infringement by Mandy.
Mandy waits patiently for the committee's decision while Portia gets treatment from her second. The committee reaches a democratic decision and explains the options to Mandy.
Disqualification or retribution. She agrees on retribution from Portia rather than disqualification which is a brave move and indicates her determination to close the fight win or lose.
It's a 20 second penalty as Mandy's second leads her aching body to the centre of the room and tells her to kneel. ' You listening ' She nods. ' She gets free kicks and punches at you for 20 seconds, you gotta take a few but take a count to get rid of the penalty,' he wisely suggests.
Portia looks suitably indignant and recharged at the thought of finishing the fight at the penalty stage.
Portia rushes at Mandy when the bell is sounded aiming punches....one... as Mandy ducks and sways...two...getting hit but not badly...three...Portia realises her mistake and uses her legs...four...a knee to the head...five...a kick to ribs...six...a big kick to the belly...seven...a brutal back elbow swipe to the face...eight...Mandy sags to the floor as a frustrated Portia is halted.
The count continues, at ...15...unbelievably Mandy struggles ...16...to rise and gets...17... to her ...18...knees...19...again. Portia tries to land a final kick at the uncomprehending Mandy ...20...but loses her balance, falling against Mandi bringing both to the floor.
The bell sounds but they lie there, breasts to breasts, thighs to thighs, sweat and blood mingling from tired bodies. I hear Portia exclaim,' Hey: this is weird ! ' but a dazed Mandy holds on to Portia, grateful for the welcome break. Their seconds help them to their feet and to their corners.
Portia is now favourite to win and her supporters are rubbing their hands with glee. Mandy's second is effusive in congratulating her for her stoic handling of the penalty infringement but looking at her, he sees, like I do, a wreck: not that Portia looks much better but she still seems to have a good round left in her while Mandy, I fear, does not, I'll be very surprised if she lasts the next round.
And that's how it seems, Mandy trying to wrap her arms around Portia in a
clinch and Portia using her knees to destroy the muscle protection of
Mandy's belly: Mandy's feet unhinging at times, clinging tightly on to
Portia's neck, in fact the weight of Mandy hanging on is draining Portia's energy: Portia weakly tries to dislodge Mandy but she's too
tired and both fall to the floor.
Now a writhing heap of sweaty limbs and bodies the ladies tangle on the floor. Looking at the official's face it occurs to me he had done nothing about Mandy hanging on to Portia the way she had, presumably he thought her unable to fight so he had not asked for a separation.
I had other thoughts on the matter because Mandy was giving as good as she was getting on the floor, including a head butt on Portia.
The bell sounds to end the fourth round and Mandy surprisingly up first, leaves Portia on her knees.
The bar crowd, for the first time actually applaud the two girls after the round and taking into consideration they had gone a distance in fight terms not previously achieved in female pub fights, as I was later informed, had elicited their praise.
I found it difficult to look at the girls as they were in such a mess but it did look as if Mandy had perked up a little just as Portia was struggling to breathe, looking distressed, her second trying valiantly to convince her the fight was hers.
Looking exhausted, Portia, her eyes half-shut from punching, maybe didn't hear her second's words ' Finish her off ' made the effort to raise her gloves and Mandy, one eye completely shut, keeping her gloves low, circling Portia who kicked out at Mandy's leg. Head down, Mandi went in low driving Portia against the wall with a jarring thump.
She stood back and let go a long straight left catching a rebounding Portia, whose defence was a fraction too slow, on the face.
Portia, on her way to the floor scrabbling to hold on to Mandy's waist, her head now vulnerable.
Seizing her chance Mandy holds Portia's head steady, the hard vicious right and a knee strike into Portia's face lay her flat on the floor: a knockout.
Declared the winner after the count, Mandy was hustled out of the arena quickly while Portia was carried out.
