Muay Thai Femme Fatales to Fight in Las Vegas Based US Super-Show ~ Reece vs Van Soest
A brilliant bout to start the year from the burgeoning org in America whose naked ambition shines through with each aquisition and coup. Two fantastic femme fatales are set to square off in the ever-growing Las Vegas promotion taking US Muay Thai by storm, LION FIGHT Promotions, as once-retired Reece, a Thailand Muay Thai veteran and multiple world champion takes on the Young White Hope of American fightsport, VC Amazon Warrior Tiffany Van Soest:
~FEBRUARY 7th 2014
Hard Rock Cafe, Las Vegas
United States of America
LION FIGHT Promotions 13!!!
In terms of tactically bringing out the big guns to sell their show as a legitimate extravaganza; from Yodsaenklai Fairtex to the Pinca versus Malaipet battle, Van Soest and now the ying to her yang as foil in the skilled and stunning Reece, LION Fight have assembled as good a group of standard bearers for their banner outside of Thailand and Holland as can be found. And perhaps England. That includes Siam Warriors Cork; no one buys this myth of Irish independence.
Let’s look at the ladies:
- Caley Reece:
The 2012 Female Fighter of the Year went through a brief retirement period, before which she was a World MuayThai Council champion at 57kg and a winner of various titles and baubles.
Impressively; in the alphabet soup of international sanctioning bodies, ranking associations and commissions and the WBA’s B’s C’s minding P’s and Q’s, dotting I’s and crossing T’s, Reece was nevertheless considered by consensus the star and champion in her domain. Granted, the WMC put up the world championship title that she was already in possession of up for grabs, in the embarrassment of a mediocrity that was their WMC Queens Cup 2012, “Night of Calamity,” but nevertheless, she was a very real and respected world champion and a formidable foe for any and all who crossed her path, be it in Phuket’s Bangla Stadium (the House of Horrors which housed the aforementioned Queens Cup) or in her native Australia.
Reece also holds amateur credentials, representing Australia in the IMFA.
- Tiffany Van Soest.
The undisputed standard-bearer of LION Fight Promotions, and undoubtedly a Girl On The Move; Just Successful Enough To Be Totally Confident.
Undefeated in her fledgling – if we can still call it that – professional prize-fighting career, the young and confident American lass is a Nak Muayying on a mission.
None have come close to stopping the credential’d amateur, who has since gone on to claim the WBC International women’s title at Super-bantamweight and honours in LION FIGHT at featherweight alike. Her slate stands at an imperfect 8-0, with one draw sullying the successive victories she’s earned with her controlled explosivity and ability to pick apart her opponents alike.
She’s best known to good old England by virtue of two excellent victories claimed at the expense of Lucy Payne and Alexis Rufus, both in 2013. All but one of her fights has gone down in Las Vegas; she’s caused more damage and carnage in that town than Dr Gonzo and Raoul Duke. She is, undoubtedly, a star on the rise.
But retired and returning or not, Reece represents the gravest threat she’s yet faced to her perfect “0″.
The Full LION Fight card 7/2/2014:
Tiffany Van Soest vs Caley Reece
Kevin Ross vs Matt Embree
Coke Chanhawat vs Rami Ibrahim
Nick Chasteen vs Jonathan Del Rosario
Josh Shepard vs Daniel Kim
Jason Andrada vs Andy Singh
Ah, Las Vegas.
Viva, Las Vegas.
There’s only one thing for it. It Has To Be Done. No offence, ladies, you’re both wonderfully talented and attractive, but you could both strip, oil up and fight each other with a pair of light sabres, yet the subsequent piece of prose and all that followed it is what I and millions of others will always associate with the den of iniquity that is Las Vegas, Nevada:
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to
take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive…”
And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like
huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a
hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: “Holy Jesus!
What are these goddamn animals?” Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off
and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. “What the hell are you
yelling about?” he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound
Spanish sunglasses. “Never mind,” I said. “It’s your turn to drive.” I hit the brakes and
aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats,
I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.
It was almost noon, and we still had more than a hundred miles to go. They would be
tough miles. Very soon, I knew, we would both be completely twisted. But there was no going
back, and no time to rest. We would have to ride it out. Press-registration for the fabulous Mint
400 was already underway, and we had to get there by four to claim our sound-proof suite. A
fashionable sporting-magazine in New York had taken care of the reservations, along with this
huge red Chevy convertible we’d just rented off a lot on the Sunset Strip… and I was, after all, a
professional journalist; so I had an obligation to cover the story, for good or ill.
The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on
extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We
had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid,
a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers,
screamers, laughers and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw
ether and two dozen amyls. All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of highspeed
driving all over Los Angeles County – from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we
could get our hands on. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a
serious drug-collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can….
Rest in peace, Doctor.
So, VC Amazon Tiffany Van Soest vs Caley Reece, Australia’s finest, and a long way from home. Will the visiting, returning femme fatale claim a famous victory, or will the hometown heroine prove too powerful in her own lair, that savage town where they eat the weak, and leave Reece in a state of Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas?
Find out February 7th.