AHW Open Invitational: VIXENs vs. the FCBA, Day Two

(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)

1. Nell Tiger Free vs. Sadie Sink

Nell:
(23, 5’5, 120 lbs, VIXENs)


Sadie:
(21, 5’3”, 106 lbs, The Punching Queens)


THE PHOENIX’S VENGEANCE

After Nell’s last win, these two have unfinished business with each other. Sadie managed to trip the Brit up and force her onto her back. Then, the Stranger Things starlet quickly cinched in the armbar, never letting go of Nell’s wrist, which she twisted and secured with malice. Nell choking back hurt, each unnatural angle and twist urging another shout of anguish from her lips. She’s just not experienced with the move, and is forced along for the ride. Suddenly, she found herself flat on her back, Sadie’s legs across her chest, her right arm threatening to get hyperextended by the redhead’s weight. Sadie SINKING the move in, using her own body for extra leverage, getting used to the Brit’s howls from across her. A final torque of both their bodies has Nell shrieking in pain, before rapidly tapping the canvas with her free hand. Sadie with that satisfied smirk in her eyes, immediately strides over in between the falls to tug Nell’s face upwards, her chin pressed to breathing tummy and whispering sweet promises of payback. Nell still cradling her injured arm to protest, shooting back a look of pure defiance as she tries to twist her face and body away from Sink.

Sadie wins the first fall!

FREEDOM CRY

Sadie with her face and chest pressed to the hard canvas, her neck and body getting bent in half by a Boston Crab move. Earlier, Sink had gotten too cocky, going for a high kick when she should have taken advantage of Nell’s injured arm. Tiger Free pounced, intercepting the blow and quickly pivoting the shorter redhead onto her back. With a yelp, Sink went crashing down and then finding both her legs immobilized. Then, of course, the pain started. Nell looking smug from above, but also vicious, both legs hooked under each pit and simply TORQUING the American’s back in half, determined to pin her legs to the back of her head. Sadie lets out soft, growing whimpers, her face twisted in anguish, determined not to quit unless absolutely necessary. Nell centering her butt on the small of her foe’s back, putting even more weight into the hold, her forehead beading with sweat, just applying pressure and more pressure. Finally, with a snarl and sudden pull, she earns the tap out from Sink, who let out a grimaced shout before rapidly slapping the Vixen’s thigh with one of her hands. Sink still in shock moments later when she’s treated to the same pulsing tummy of her rival’s, her legs shot to hell and unable to support her own weight even on her knees, has to methodically paw and hug Nell’s waistline as her chin falls sharply into Nell’s pulsing tummy just below the navel, the British actress assisting her so generously with both hands dug into her hair to keep her upright.

Sadie wins the second fall!

TIGER VS. PHOENIX

The final round descended into a fierce and wild brawl. Both competitors, driven by the need to win, abandoned their technical approach and threw themselves at each other in a primal fight. Hair was pulled, and punches and kicks were thrown with reckless abandon. The match became a whirlwind of flailing limbs and fierce grunts, each trying to throw and trip the other to the mat. Sink landed a couple of fists to Nell’s face, which stunned her back. But just as Sink charged in for the kill, Nell caught her dive with a knee lift to the chin, which sent her SPRAWLING to the mat, looking up at the ceiling, dazed! A small leap into the air and double-knee crash to the stomach forced a cry of pain from Sink’s lips. She attempted to curl up and roll away, but Nell was faster, shoving her head and shoulders back down and then rolling her over for the pinfall! In another moment of victory for the Brit actress, Nell wasn't content to just stand victorious, swiftly seizing the winded Sadie by the hair and yanking her back up to a kneeling position. Sadie, dazed and defeated, could do nothing as Nell forced her face against the hard, toned surface of her victorious abdomen, her shocked lips brushing against Nell's pulsing waistline in a third and final act of dominance that cemented her win! Something tells us these two will definitely meet again in the ring!

Nell wins the third and final fall!

Official Result: Nell Tiger Free defeats Sadie Sink!

(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)

3. Luisana Lopilato vs. Rosie Jones

Luisana:
(35, 5’6”, 120 lbs, VIXENs)


Rosie:
(33, 5’7”, 125 lbs, Lookout! Atlantic Boxing)


HEADS GONNA ROLL

Both girls on the ground, but Luisana had Rosie held in place with an arm around the neck, the rest of her body secured in a tight scissors. Deftly, the Vixen used her other arm to reinforce the choke, grabbing her own wrist underneath to tighten the Guillotine Choke .Rosie, initially on her knees as she tried to resist the submission, found her posture compromised due to Luisana’s legs wound around her torso. Her body was angled awkwardly, with her upper body trapped and lower body restrained. Rosie’s face was one of frantic determination as she tried to pry Luisana’s arm away from her neck. However, as the choke tightened and her air supply diminished, her eyes widened in panic, and her mouth opened in a silent gasp as she struggled for air. Then, her movements started to slow. Her attempts to free herself grew weaker; her arms, initially active in trying to break the hold, began to go limp. Left with no other option and facing the risk of losing consciousness, she tapped out, signaling her submission.

Luisana wins the first fall!

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE

Driven by a mix of rage and a desire to even the score, Rosie charged Luisana down at the start of the next round. Barrage of punches and kicks slammed into Luisana’s arms, aiming to overwhelm her with an aggressive brawling style. However, Luisana remained composed, blocking, dodging, and evading Rosie’s attacks, using the wide space in the glass cage to weather and tire. Then, it happened again: Luisana dipped under and to the side, avoiding one of Rosie’s brutal haymakers. Instead, the Vixen seized her arm and pulled her forward and down! The Lookout starlet’s eyes widened in surprise as both legs enveloped her neck, with her arm still seized tightly, Luisana effectively trapping her in an equally brutal triangle choke. One of Luisana’s legs was placed under her other knee, locking the position and applying pressure to Rosie’s carotid artery and trapped arm. Rosie, still with leftover rage, tried to power out of the submission, raising to her knees and attempting to pull Luisana up with her. But the strain on her body meant she kept collapsing back to the ground, and Luisana tightening the hold around her neck and cheeks. Rosie’s face, eyelids fluttering and lips now pressed into Luisana’s bikini briefs, showed a mix of shock and desperation as she realized the precariousness of her position. But still she refused to tap out, her free hand clawing at Luisana’s thigh, to little avail. And gradually, her struggles ceased, as she lost consciousness from the unrelenting pressure of the choke, with all her limbs eventually going limp! The referee promptly intervened, signaling the end of this fight!

Luisana wins the second and final fall!

Official Result: Luisana Lopilato defeats Rosie Jones!

(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)

5. Alexis Ren vs. Kelly Gale

Alexis:
(26, 5’8”, 120 lbs, VIXENs)


Kelly:
(28, 5’9”, 120 lbs, Girls Friday)


JUDOKA GIRL

Their hands met first, fingers interlocking as each sought to gain the upper hand in a classic test of strength, each fighter trying to outmuscle the other. Gradually, their lock-up intensified. They leaned in, foreheads almost touching, eyes locked in a mutual challenge. Then, a more aggressive clinch, arms tying up around shoulders and necks, bodies pulled closer. Toned abdomens pressed in, each ripple and pulse adding to the struggle. Their legs, spread wide for stability, shifted and pivoted, each fighter trying to find an opening or an angle to exploit, exerting deep, forceful breaths, their chests heaving. Then, Kelly struck first, gripping Alexis’ upper arm while her other dipped low and fast, finding purchase on the side strings of the blonde’s bikini bottoms. The Girls Friday brunette shifted, using her own body weight as an anchor, before ramming her hips into Ren’s and creating a sudden pivot that lifted the bewildered blonde off her feet! Ren’s body arched over Kelly’s hip, suspended momentarily mid-air before being sent CRASHING down to the mat, with Gale landing on top! What a throw! Dazed, Ren didn’t know what to fight off, her head getting pulled in between Gale’s thighs, Gale also seizing one of her arms and pulling her frame towards her, till her lips were pressed against the underside of Kelly’s thigh, the brunette using firm grips on her hair to maintain control. The compromising position left Alexis’s face contorted in a snarl, her attempts to breathe hampered by the constricting force of Kelly’s legs around her head. On the mat, they struggled. Kelly squeezed with her legs, her own abdomen pulsing with the effort. Alexis, trapped in the hold, writhed and squirmed, her hands reaching out in a futile attempt to find leverage, and clawed at Gale’s thighs when she couldn’t. Her face started to redden, the lack of air becoming increasingly apparent. “Give it up, Alex…” Gale whispered from above. “You ain’t getting out of this one…” Passing out and starting Round 2 in an even more compromising position was a no-go, and so she weighed her options and opted to tap instead, her hand slapping at Kelly’s muscular thigh for the first fall.

Kelly wins the first fall!

BABY GIRL

Another lock-up in the center, but this time, Ren wasn't waiting to be thrown off balance. She quickly shifted her stance, pulling Kelly inwards with a sudden movement. As Kelly leaned forward, caught off guard, Alexis drove her knee hard into Kelly's abdomen. The impact was a solid THUMP, with Gale folding over as a deep grunt escaped her lips. Her hands instinctively went to her midsection, trying to protect herself from further damage. Smirking, Ren held her steady by her hair, pulling Gale closer before rocking more thick thighs up into her trembling belly, keeping her bent over and vulnerable. “Who’s tossing who now, Kelly!” she shouted, hoisting Kelly’s dazed face upwards before immediately tugging her head back DOWN… and all the way to the canvas! Kelly’s face met the hard ground with a SPLAT, Ren dropping to her butt and bringing her along for the ride! The Faceplant made her entire body shudder, as Kelly began to roll over in agony. Alexis scooted over, turning her head and shoulders fully over and then straddling her head and shoulders in a schoolgirl pin. Her position was dominant, her thighs framing her face, the weight of her hips and butt pressing on her shoulders. As the ref began his count, however, Ren had other plans. At the count of 2, the Vixen suddenly lifted her weight and hauled Gale off her shoulders, sporting a knowing smirk with her hands still buried in disheveled hair. Looks like she’s still up to mischief, wrapping her legs around Kelly’s neck and head, and locking them in place, her thighs clamping down on either side of her cheeks in a payback headscissors of her own… “Urhhgh!” Kelly gasped, her lips pressed helplessly against the underside of Alexis’s bikini briefs, her face partially obscured by the fabric. But to make it worse, Alexis reached behind her and seized both her legs, pulling them upwards, causing both their bodies to bend and arc in a taut, strained formation, preventing Kelly from leveraging her lower body to escape. Trapped, Kelly struggled and thrashed, her hands reaching up and grasping at Alexis’s thighs, trying to pry them apart. Her efforts, however, were met with increased pressure from Alexis, who adjusted her legs to maintain the smothering grip. Soon, her face grew increasingly red, the lack of oxygen and the unyielding pressure around her neck and head leaving her with dwindling options. “TAP, b*tch!” Ren screamed. “Or I’ll make you pass out!” With no way out and a whimper, and the prospect of fainting completely, Kelly made a quick decision. Her hand slapped at Alexis’s thigh, signaling her submission.

Alexis wins the second fall!

GIRL ON GIRL

After a sudden DDT dropped Ren to the mat. Kelly swiftly moved to straddle her chest, but her seat was unstable, Ren buckling about like a wild horse. Gale gets the shoulder-to-canvas pin for “1... 2…” before she’s thrown off and to the side. Later as well, after Ren broke into a run and DROPPED Kelly with a trembling knee to her chin, it looked all about over when Ren dropped down and hooked one of her legs, leaning forward to cover the winded brunette’s chest and head. Even after using her full weight to press her shoulders down, Gale kicked out after her own “1... 2--!” It was clear it would take a grueling finish for one girl to put the other away…

Moments later, that finish came. Both girls grappled on the ground, tossing and turning, when Ren wrapped an arm around Kelly's neck from above, then snaking her other forearm underneath to pull against her throat. Gale’s eyes bulged on her knees, with Ren grabbing her own wrist to apply even more pressure. Then, with a devilish smirk, Ren twisted over onto her back, rotating both their bodies over the ground, the Anaconda Choke cinched in. To ensure Kelly couldn’t use her lower body to escape or counter, Alexis intertwined her legs around Kelly’s torso, their bodies pressed together in tight proximity. Alexis’s breath was hot on Kelly's cheek and ear, creating a sense of inescapable closeness. “It’s over, Kelly. You’re done…” Ren huffed into Gale’s rapidly pinking face. Yet, Gale refused to surrender or give the blonde the satisfaction of a tap out. With her voice strained and hoarse from the pressure around her neck, Kelly still managed to gasp, “f*ck off me…” Then, making one last attempt to get free, Gale reached for Alexis’s hair and tugged with all her might. Simultaneously, her other hand grasped at Alexis’s arm, trying to pry it away from her throat. Ren squealed as her head was craned to the side, the pain exploding through her scalp. Yet, she held on, knowing Gale couldn’t keep it up forever. And sure enough, soon, Kelly’s hands fell away, her body succumbing to the inevitable, as every muscle in her body relaxed and the model lost consciousness, the defiance that had marked her final moments replaced by the stillness of defeat.

Alexis wins the third and final fall!

Official Result: Alexis Ren defeats Kelly Gale!

AFTER:
Even after the official declaration of her victory, Ren wasn’t done. Driven by a desire to avenge that final act of defiance, she moved towards the unconscious fighter and with a firm grip, began to tug at Kelly’s hair, hauling her up for one last confrontation.

Already, the Girls Friday corner could be seen protesting, most notably Josephine Skriver and Kaya Scodelario up from their seats, banging on the glass wall and shouting hysterics.

Ren ignoring them, but to her own detriment, first bringing a dazed Gale to her knees and tugging on her hair. But what she doesn’t realize is that Gale’s two opposing stablemates aren’t protesting her after-match antics, but the sudden entry of Nina Agdal, who had somehow pushed past the fight officials and entered the glass enclosure without permission. The Danish model, having had her own recent history of defeat with Kelly, perhaps saw this as an opportunity to settle old scores.

Nina’s eyes were fixed on Kelly, but she was quickly intercepted by Alexis, who was not about to let her moment be overshadowed. Having shoved Gale out of the way like a leftover meal to be consumed later, one former Lightweight champ strode up to confront the other, standing her ground and blocking Nina’s path. And then, with a quick shove, a spark was ignited between the two stablemates.

In an instant, both Ren and Agdal became embroiled in a wild brawl of their own. Fists flew, and hair was pulled as both women unleashed their pent-up fury upon each other. Meanwhile, the unexpected diversion allowed Kelly’s stablemates to intervene. They quickly moved in, escorting a dazed and recovering Kelly out of the enclosure, and back to the washrooms, leaving the ring officials to try and separate the pair of blondes within!

(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)

7. Hannah Ferguson vs. Amy Willerton

Hannah:
(30, 5’10”, 130 lbs, VIXENs)


Amy:
(31, 5’9”, 130 lbs, League of Mighty Women)


GROUND AND POUNDED

From the start, it looked like Hannah’s heart was not in it. She was swiftly overwhelmed by Willerton’s punches and kicks, perhaps the British blonde’s last loss of her title to the Vixen making her see red right out of her corner. Hannah found herself trapped against the glass and defending against punishing blows to her arms and roundhouse kicks that jarred into her sides, Amy filled with rage and energy and just not stopping tearing into the alpha Vixen. Hannah, clad in an orange bikini, found herself slowly driven into the corner of the glass enclosure, the two walls converging at an angle and leaving her with nowhere else to run. Amy LAID into her, at times holding the other blonde by the top of her hair and then driving her balled fist repeatedly into her forehead, knocking her senseless. Then, Amy, spinning agile in her bright pink bikini, stepped back and then forward, DRIVING a bare foot clean into the center of Hannah’s tummy, cratering her abs and forcing the rest of her breath from her lungs! OUCH! Hannah let out a pained grunt and began to slide down the corner, but Amy still didn’t let up! The League of Mighty Women starlet quickly seized her again by the hair, ensuring she had a firm grip with two hands before WHIPPING her forward and out of the corner, launching the battered Vixen towards the center of the arena. SPLAT! Hannah collapsed on her side and rolled unceremoniously away, still in a daze. And all it took thereafter is Willerton kneeling down beside her, several more fists slammed down between her eyes, a couple more knuckles deliberately sunk into her breasts and belly, before the former Queen of the Beach effortlessly hooked one of her legs towards her chest, using her own body weight to cover the Golden Girl for the “1... 2... 3!” An embarrassing start to this last match of the evening, with Hannah left sprawled in the middle of the glass cage and breathing hard, trying to muster a comeback.

Amy wins the first fall!

SMOTHER OR BUST

Hannah showing at least some renewed spirit in the second round, having nailed Amy with a brutal haymaker early before driving most fists into her tits whilst she’s trapped against the glass wall. Willerton stunned and wilting in turn, her breasts soon pushed out of her bikini sockets and the strings falling away in tatters. Hannah still snarling, plugging knuckles into their sides, bottom, straight in, intent on distorting the flesh completely and earn her payback. Willerton is flailing back and defending, of course, but several more smacks across her chin leave her dizzy and dazed, and collapsed on her butt against the wall, breathing hard, her pinked chest rising and falling with exertion. Hannah gets greedy, though, and drops to her own knees, tugging on blonde hair, intending to pull Amy’s wilting face into her own chest for the sitting jug smother. Immediately, Amy’s struggles grow even wilder, as she resists, pulling away, shoving at the other blonde’s shoulders and torso, before getting a leg in between their bodies and PUSHING with all her might. Hannah stunned as the foot catches her on her stomach, sending her flying towards the middle of the arena and landing with a HOUFF. And before she can recover, Amy has already pushed off her haunches and POUNCED from the periphery! With a snarl, Amy seizes her by her hair and THROWS her about, slamming her face-first to the ground and then shoving her back onto her back and straddling her tummy. Hannah in panic mode, trying to buck and defend against more punches raining down into her face. But Willerton’s weight means she’s trapped and eating too many knuckle sandwiches, another straight fist to her nostrils busting her wide open and knocking her head back to the ground. Willerton, her chest heaving overhead, doesn’t waste time, lowering her bare breasts down into the Golden Girl’s face, intending to treat her to the same smother from earlier. Before Hannah knows it, her face is buried in her rival’s breasts, the swell of Amy’s jugs engulfing her nose, lips, and cheeks completely, such that only a subtle fluttering of eyelids can be seen from the side, with the lone hints of Hannah’s lips working for air underneath. Already, Hannah’s shoulders and arms have been pinned to the canvas for longer than three counts, but Willerton not giving two fucks, wrapping her arms around the back of her head, pulling Hannah’s face in completely, determined to jug her out to victory! Even after the referee signals for the end of the match, and Hannah’s fellow Vixens shouting their protests, already up in arms, Amy’s body entirely pancakes Hannah’s, who goes limp from the lack of air! That’s it! It’s OVER!

Amy wins the second and final fall!

Official Result: Amy Willerton defeats Hannah Ferguson!

AFTER:
A terrible ending to an otherwise spectacular night for the Vixens, who put their reputation on the line and proved their prowess even in a different arena! It takes several officials to pry Willerton from a KO’ed Hannah underneath, the British girl still spouting insults and taunts as she climbs off the Vixen, but not without slapping her across her face and snatching at her orange bikini top, also leaving her tits up and out cold! We definitely smell another beach showdown between these two at some point in the future!