Ellie Thumann versus Kennedy McMann

Suddenly, the speakers come alive with the opening beats of Ellie's chosen song. It's a powerful, invigorating tune that immediately captivates the audience.

With no elaborate fanfare, Ellie turns her attention to the ring. Making her way up the steps, she effortlessly slides under the ropes and into her corner. There's a sense of casual confidence about her, as if she's walked into her own living room.

Dressed in a pristine white bikini, Ellie looks every bit the part of a swimsuit model. Her tall frame is accentuated by her choice of attire, showcasing her mile-long legs and toned physique. She radiates a natural allure that leaves the crowd momentarily captivated.

Whistles and cheers erupt from various corners of the arena. Cameras flash, capturing Ellie's stunning visage for posterity.


Round 1:
"Show them who you are, Ellie."

The bell rings. Kennedy lunges with a jab. Ellie dodges, heart pounding. A quick glance to Olivia and Livvy ringside shows their nervous hope.

Kennedy throws a right cross. Ellie ducks and counters—a jab to Kennedy's ribs. It lands.
Ellie's Inner Voice: "Felt that, didn't you?"

"She's got this," Livvy mouths to Olivia. Both nod, their eyes locked on Ellie.

Ellie seizes an opening. Jab, cross, hook! Kennedy blocks the first two, but the hook lands. The crowd roars.

"See? Not invincible."

"She can win this," Olivia says. Livvy nods, hope kindling in her eyes.

The bell ends the round. Ellie walks back to her corner, locking eyes with Olivia and Livvy. Their smiles say it all.

"Round one done. Now to win this thing."

Round 2:
Kennedy locks eyes with Ellie, a predatory grin curling her lips. "You're so predictable, Ellie," she sneers. Then, like a cobra striking its prey, her fist lashes out, targeting Ellie's unprotected midsection.

"Brace for it. Don't show weakness."

Thud!
Kennedy's glove burrows deep into Ellie's abdomen, as if trying to reach her spine through her stomach.

"Ughh...!"

Both Olivia and Livvy wince as if they themselves had absorbed the punch. Olivia murmurs, "Oh God, Ellie," while Livvy clamps her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with dread.

Ellie's body reacts as if she’s been hit by a truck, her abdominal muscles clenching as if to protect her inner organs from the invasive force of Kennedy's punch.

"Breathe...just breathe. Create some distance."
Kennedy, sensing Ellie's disarray, leans in closer. "What's the matter? That all you got?" She then catapults another punch into Ellie's gut, this one landing just below the ribs.

Wham!

"Ooofff...!"

The second punch feels like a cannonball, sending tremors of pain ricocheting through Ellie's body, rendering her momentarily motionless.

"I can do this all day, Ellie. How 'bout you?"

The crowd's roar becomes a distant rumble in Ellie's ears, overshadowed by the high-pitched ringing that fills her head. Her field of vision narrows, her body trembling but refusing to capitulate.

Round 3:

Kennedy's punches slam into Ellie's stomach like wrecking balls. The first one lands just under her ribs and it feels like her insides are getting rearranged. Her abs cramp up, trying to shield her organs, but it's like trying to stop a freight train with a picket fence.

"Hold on, don't give her the satisfaction."

Her face twists in raw agony. Her eyes squint shut, as if she could block out the pain. Her mouth peels back over gritted teeth, a snarl that's more grimace than grin. Her eyebrows pull together so tight, it's as if they're trying to meet in the middle.

Her arms jerk up a bit with each hit, a futile effort to shield her gut. Her legs start to wobble; her thighs feel like they're made of jelly. She stumbles back, heels digging into the mat as if trying to anchor herself.

"Feeling it yet, Ellie? Your body's screaming 'quit.'"

Bam! Crack!

"Guh! Hnn! Ugh!"

Olivia looks like she's about to throw up, her hand clamped over her mouth. Livvy's arms are folded so tight it's like she's hugging herself, each of Ellie's grunts hitting her like a punch to her own gut.

Round 4:
Kennedy eyes her vulnerable opponent, her fists at the ready. "This is it. She's falling apart," she thinks. She's not just aiming to hit Ellie; she wants to bounce her off the canvas.

The stadium is a blur, each light a fuzzy orb. Her legs quiver, hardly holding her up. Despite the haze clouding her mind, each punch from Kennedy lands with startling clarity on her soft belly.

With a POW, Kennedy's fist burrows deep into Ellie's midsection. Ellie's belly compresses painfully, her muscles tightening against the intrusion. The force of the punch lifts her momentarily off the canvas before gravity pulls her back down.

"What's happening? Keep it together, Ellie. Feel the mat beneath you."

Her face is a mask of agony and confusion. Her eyes, once focused, are now hazy but widen in shock with each punch. A series of grunts and groans escape her lips. "Uuh! Mmgh!"

Her arms are listless, sagging from their guard position. Her legs betray her, wobbling, almost bouncing in rhythm with Kennedy's punches. "You feeling those, Ellie? Because you're about to feel a lot more."

SMACK! BOOM! WHAM!

From the ringside, Olivia and Livvy are frantic. "Ellie, snap out of it!" Olivia screams. Livvy clutches her hands together, mumbling, "Come on, Ellie, get it together."

Kennedy's next punch is brutal, designed to maximize damage. It collides with Ellie's belly, lifting her off the canvas again. The jarring bounce rattles Ellie's frame, her body quaking from the impact. She falls back, her body limp and unresponsive. Through her muffled hearing, the faint but desperate cries of Olivia and Livvy reach her. "Ellie, get up! Please!"

Round 5:
Confident but not complacent, Kennedy dances on her toes. "One more round to seal this," she thinks. "Let’s give the audience a show."

Ellie's legs shake as she rises, her vision still a blurry mess. She can barely make out the figure in front of her, but the burning sensation in her belly remains sharp and clear.

Kennedy leads with a one-two combo, POW! POW! Each punch snaps Ellie's head back, causing her face to grimace in pain.

"Ugh! Ahh!" Ellie gasps as each punch lands, the air escaping her lungs in short bursts.

"Focus, Ellie, focus. You've got to do something now, or it’s over."

Her eyes squeeze shut with each hit, as if trying to block out the reality of the situation. A pained "Ah!" escapes her lips. Her arms, low from fatigue, attempt to rise for a block but are just too slow.

"Come on, Ellie, is this all you got?" Kennedy mocks, landing another jab squarely on Ellie's sore midsection.

"Oof! Ummph!" The punches sink deep into her belly, making her double over as if she's been hollowed out.

CRACK! THUMP!

"Fight, Ellie, fight!" Olivia shouts, her voice tinged with both encouragement and desperation. Livvy, her eyes watery, screams, "You can do this, Ellie!"

In a moment of clarity, Ellie dodges Kennedy's next punch and counters with a right hook. SMACK! It lands, and for a moment, Kennedy’s face shows surprise.

But the effort costs her. Her vision narrows; her legs feel like they're sinking into the mat. She's gasping for air but inhales sharply as Kennedy retaliates with a devastating blow to her belly.

"This ends now," Kennedy thinks, winding up for a massive punch. WHAM! It lands with a gut-wrenching sound, right into Ellie's already tortured belly. Ellie doubles over, clutching her midsection as if trying to hold herself together.

"Ooooh! Aaah!" Her moans are almost guttural now, primal sounds of a body under siege. Her eyes are wet, not just from the physical agony but from the realization that she might not be able to turn this around. Her body involuntarily curls up, trying to protect her battered abdomen.

Her team mates can hardly look, their faces etched with a mixture of horror and disbelief. "Oh God, Ellie," Livvy whispers, while Olivia simply covers her mouth, unable to speak.

As the bell rings, Ellie stumbles back to her corner, her legs almost giving way beneath her. Kennedy, meanwhile, raises her arms triumphantly. She looks over at Ellie and thinks, "I told you, you're not ready for this."

Round 6:
Kennedy feels in control. Her eyes scan Ellie, evaluating her worn-out opponent. "Time to end this game," she thinks, a sly grin forming on her lips. Ellie is barely there, her eyes glazed over, her legs unsteady. Every part of her wants to collapse, but some stubborn part of her refuses to let go.

Rather than go for the knockout, Kennedy decides to play. She lands a series of light but stinging jabs to Ellie's face, herding her around the ring like a puppet on strings.

SMACK! ZING!

Ellie feels each punch as a distant thud, a blurry impact that barely registers. Her face contorts involuntarily with each hit, but her mind is somewhere far away. Kennedy moves in, clinching Ellie tightly. "Time to say goodnight," she whispers, and with surgical precision, she delivers a crushing uppercut right into Ellie's vulnerable tummy.
WUMP!
Ellie gags, a guttural sound escaping her throat. Her eyes roll back for a moment, her body going limp in Kennedy's arms.

Kennedy, savoring her dominance, guides Ellie back to her corner and plops her onto the stool. "Take a seat, you've earned it," she mocks.

The referee steps in, looking at Ellie's defeated form. "One... Two... Three..." he starts, his voice echoing in the arena. The count seems to come from a million miles away. Ellie tries to rise, but her body refuses. She slumps back, her head hanging. "...Eight... Nine... Ten!" The referee signals the end of the match. Kennedy McMann is declared the winner by KO in Round 6.