Post by caspian on Jun 17, 2023 3:40:07 GMT -6
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
3. Madison Beer vs. Ana de Armas
Madison:
(24, 5’5, 13:13 FCBA, Free Agent)
Ana:
(35, 5’6, 15:6 FCBA, League of Mighty Women)
BEFORE:
Up next, Madison Beer and Ana de Armas make their way into the press hall, greeted by the flashing lights of cameras and the excited chatter of reporters.
Despite a recent loss to Emma Roberts, Madison’s rocking a black leather jacket over a white crop top, paired with ripped jeans and ankle boots, exuding confidence with every step. Her dark locks flow freely around her shoulders, acknowledging the crowd with a smile and wave.
Ana, on the other hand, emanates elegance and sophistication. The Hollywood stunner is dressed in a chic, tailored pantsuit, featuring a fitted blazer and matching trousers. Her dark hair is styled in loose waves, cascading down her back, framing her captivating features.
The reporters waste no time in bombarding the fighters with questions. They inquire about their preparations, their thoughts on the upcoming match, and their opinions of each other.
Madison confidently takes the first question. "I've been training tirelessly for this fight, honing my skills and pushing myself to the limit. Ana is a competent fighter, but I'm here to show that I'm a force to be reckoned with in the rest of the division."
Ana, displaying her trademark grace, responds with a dismissive smirk. "What’s this I hear about Maddy maybe joining the VIX crew? Isn’t that where the sniveling, weak-tummied Lily Collins is? I’ve knocked them out before, and I’ll do the same to Beer.”
Later, during the pre-fight stare down, Madison's eyes narrow with anger, fueled by Ana's dismissive remarks. With almost unhinged aggression, she closes the gap between them fast, shoving her forehead into Ana's with intimidating force, bringing her balled fists dangerously close to Ana's chin and tummy..
Ana, undeterred by Madison's provocative stance, refuses to back down. Her smirk fades, replaced by a cold and determined expression, as she meets Madison's gaze head-on, pushing her forehead in, refusing to let her rival's aggression intimidate her.
The officials on stage scramble to intervene, sensing the imminent danger. They step between the two fighters, their presence a futile attempt to prevent an all-out brawl from erupting right then and there.
As they separate and back away, Madison's lips curl into a smile. "Get ready to kiss my tummy after I knock you out. You'll be begging for mercy beneath my feet.”
Ana, not one to back down from a challenge, blows Madison an air kiss with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Don't worry, Maddy dear. I'll make sure you get a taste of my victory, and your tummy will be the last thing on your mind.”
Hours later, Madison Beer makes her entrance wearing a daring combination of a black sports bra adorned with silver accents, paired with form-fitting black boxing shorts that hug her curves. Completing her ensemble are sleek black boxing boots that provide both style and functionality. Her gloves, sinister in their appearance, are jet black with silver trim.
On the other hand, Ana de Armas steps into the arena wearing a pristine white sports bra, exuding an aura of purity and grace. Her boxing shorts, also in white, feature subtle patterns that highlight her elegant physique. She moves with confidence, her feet adorned in white boxing shoes that allow her agility and quick footwork. Ana's gloves, in stark contrast to Madison's, are pristine white with golden accents.
In their respective corners, Madison's team adjusts her gloves, ensuring they are tightly secured to amplify the impact of her punches. Ana's corner, meanwhile, provides her with last-minute words of encouragement, fine-tuning her gear to maximize her performance.
And there’s the wave of the referee’s hand, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1:
Both fighters circle each other in the center of the ring. Madison Beer exhibits her agility, darting in and out with lightning-fast footwork, creating angles to unleash her punches. She snaps out a quick jab, connecting with Ana’s nose, causing a brief flinch from her opponent. Ana, undeterred, retaliates with a left hook aimed at Madison's body, but it grazes the side of her ribs as Madison expertly pivots away. Seizing the opportunity, Madison retaliates with a blistering combination—a sudden right hook crashes against Ana's temple, which snaps her head to the side, followed by a powerful left uppercut that’s dug into her midsection! What an opening salvo to this contest, as Madison renews her pledge to turn her opponent’s tummy to mush! Ana grunts audibly upon impact, momentarily staggering backward, and Madison capitalizes on her advantage, peppering her face with a series of rapid-fire jabs, each strike finding its target with precision. The crowd roars in response to Madison's offensive display, appreciating the calculated accuracy of her punches. Ana, showing resilience, attempts to counter with a fierce right cross later in the round, but Madison slips the punch with a slick duck, evading the blow effortlessly. As the bell rings, Madison Beer continues to exude confidence, while Armas looks visibly affected by the onslaught.
ROUND 2:
Confident step forward from Ana, who begins to assert herself, landing a straight right clean on Madison Beer's chin, causing her head to snap back. Sensing an opportunity, Ana follows up with a thunderous left hook to the body, digging it deep into Madison's midsection. Madison winces in pain, momentarily slowing down her offensive rhythm. Unfazed by Madison's resilience, Ana unleashes a most devastating combination—a sharp uppercut that grazes Madison's jaw, followed by a swift right hook to the temple. The impact rattles Madison, causing her to stumble backward, fighting to regain her balance. Madison’s opening salvo is now taking a turn for the worse, with the singer and model getting a taste of Ana’s power! Mid-round, Ana drives Madison into the ropes with a flurry of hooks and crosses. Each punch carries weight, battering Madison's guard and exposing her defensive gaps. Ana's malicious intentions become evident as she deliberately targets Madison's vulnerable midsection. Her gloved fists crash into Madison's tummy with relentless force, delivering gut-wrenching shots that leave Beer gasping for breath. Despite the punishment, Madison manages to muster counterpunches and clinches—quick jabs and hammers to the head that prevent Ana from landing her most devastating shots. The round comes to a close with both women separating with a hard shove, and Ana can’t resist taking a moment to taunt Madison, raising her glove to her lips and blowing her mocking kiss. "Your tummy’s just begging for more punishment, ain’t it?" Ana sneers, drawing a scowl from Beer.
ROUND 3:
The round opens with both Madison and Ana trading THUNDEROUS blows, their determination evident in every punch thrown. Madison, with her feet planted firmly on the canvas, unleashes a booming looping right that catches Ana on the ear, sending her staggering sideways. Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly follows up with another right, then another, as Armas attempts to evade the onslaught of the young spitfire, her defenses quickly faltering. Mid-round, the action momentarily slows down as Ana clinches to clear her head, seeking respite from Madison's relentless assault. The referee steps in and separates the fighters, allowing a brief moment of reprieve. Later, Ana, fueled by her frustration, steps forward, baring her teeth and relentlessly walking her foe down with punches to her head. But Madison employs clinching tactics, wrapping her arms around Ana's body and spinning her about, denying her the opportunity to land any significant blows. The remainder of the round sees a gritty exchange of punches with Madison, her cheek resting on Ana's shoulder during clinches, holding on tenaciously, weathering the storm of hooks Armas is driving into her sides and arms. The thudding sound of gloves meeting leather echoes in the ring, punctuated by the occasional sharp crack when a punch slips through and stuns tummy. As the bell sounds and they separate, Madison's chest heaves with exertion, gasping for breath. Her eyes, clouded with a mix of exhaustion and defiance, reflect the burning hatred she holds for Ana. On the other side of the ring, Ana stands battered and sagging against the ropes, her body bearing the marks of the intense exchanges thus far.
ROUND 4:
Early on Ana unleashes a combination of swift hooks and straight punches, testing Madison's defenses from the opening bell. Each punch carries a sting, finding its mark on Madison's guard or slipping through her defense with force. The sound of leather meeting flesh reverberates through the arena, punctuated by the occasional sharp crack when a punch lands flush on Madison’s rapidly failing guard. Ana shifts her weight seamlessly, generating power in her jabs that snap Madison's head back, disrupting her rhythm and forcing her to recalibrate her strategy. But Madison, though faced with a formidable opponent, refuses to back down. She retaliates with sharp counters, digging into her reservoir of strength and unleashing sudden hooks and lunges with equal fervor, poking under the arms and prodding torched belly flesh, each time sending Ana reeling back with a low grunt and cover. Soon, sweat glistens on their brows, and their chests rise and fall with each labored breath. When the bell finally sounds, both fighters retreat to their corners, their faces marked with a touch of fatigue.
ROUND 5:
Chaos erupts as Madison and Ana unleash a barrage of punches with a ferocity that borders on primal. Their eyes flash with determination, teeth bared in a display of sheer intensity. Locks of hair sway wildly, adding to the frenzied atmosphere inside the ring. The first minute is a wild exchange of lefts and rights, devoid of any discernible strategy. Suddenly, Armas finds herself in a world of hurt. A thunderous right hand crashes against the side of her jawline, stunning the sultry brunette. Her senses jolted, she becomes groggy, the sting of the blow robbing her punches of their usual power, and Maddy SEIZES the opportunity, relentlessly driving her backward with thudding wide lefts and rights to her torso. And Beer TAKES CONTROL, systematically dismantling the Colombian actress against the ropes! But just as it seems like Beer has the upper hand, the tables turn. Armas sneaks in punches between her relentless swings, a clocking left finds its mark on her chin, followed by a swinging right that sends her reeling backward. Mouth agape, hands at her hips, Armas absorbs a series of punishing shots to her jaw, before sinking to all fours in a display of sheer devastation! Shock registers on her face, and Madison has to be held back by the referee, before being shoved towards the neutral corner to witness her prey recovering and rising from the canvas! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Madison Beer!
Despite the brutal knockdown, Ana de Armas exhibits remarkable resilience as she gathers herself off the canvas. She slowly rises, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and an unwavering desire for revenge. The crowd roars in anticipation, witnessing a true display of fighting spirit. As the referee completes the count of 8, Ana's legs steady beneath her, and she swiftly regains her composure.
Bell rings and there’s a minute left on this clock! Both fighters trade blow for blow, their bodies glistening with sweat as they push themselves to the limit. In the final minute of the round, Madison Beer launches an all-out assault, charging forward, aiming to exploit Ana's weakened state. Ana raises her guard and attempts to weather the assault, but she almost looks helpless against the gnashing Beer’s advance. Madison presses her arm against Ana's shoulder, pinning her in place, before driving her fist into belly, chin, and breasts. Ana's tummy trembles under the forceful onslaught, quivering with each glove that is ruthlessly shoved into her midsection, leaving her shaking body folded over Madison's clenched fist, as if she is being bent to the will of her sadistic tormentor. As Ana's body succumbs to the merciless assault, her lips part in a mixture of pain and disbelief. The agony etched on her face is evident, as her trembling body finds an unwelcome and agonizing connection with Madison's shoulder. But at the bell, de Armas remains standing, quivering with shock but defiance still etched on her face!
“Look at those feeble tummy of yours!" Madison sneers, her voice dripping with contempt. "You call these abs?”
Madison digs her fist into Ana's stomach, relishing in the discomfort it causes her. The sensation of Ana's gasps and the tightening of her muscles beneath her fist only fuels her wicked delight. However, the referee finally intervenes. With a warning and a sense of reluctant authority, the referee pries Madison off Ana, separating them as the round comes to an end.
ROUND 6:
Madison immediately launches a fierce assault, determined to cement control of the fight. She throws a barrage of punches, aiming to send Ana crashing to the canvas once more. However, Ana, fueled by a mixture of anger and determination, refuses to back down. She evades Madison's incoming strikes, slipping and weaving through the onslaught, before unleashing a series of powerful return hooks that find their mark on Madison's face. The impact of each blow jolts Madison backward, her head snapping from the force, struggling to regain her footing. The taste of her own medicine lingers on her lips as she realizes the tables have turned, a shocking reminder of the consequences of underestimating her foe. Another thunderous blow catches Beer off guard, the force of the punch sending her staggering backward, her legs wobbly! Ana relentlessly presses the attack, blow after blow finding its mark on the songstress’ body and arms, each strike fueling Ana's rage. A final, thunderous right hook connects to the side of Maddy’s jaw, and her eyes widen in disbelief as she finds herself locked in a dance with gravity. She goes sprawling backward, her arms flailing helplessly, before CRASHING to the canvas on her side, gasps rippling through the crowd! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN from Ana de Armas!
The referee immediately begins the count, but it's clear that Madison is in no condition to continue. Her body lies motionless, arms and legs sprawled in four directions, her spirit broken by Ana's malicious onslaught! The referee hits the final count of 10, and WAVES it off!
Official Decision: Ana de Armas defeats Madison Beer via KO6!
AFTER:
Ana, triumphant and merciless, stands tall amidst the chaos. She wastes no time in shedding her gloves, peeling them off finger by finger, revealing her bare knuckles that have inflicted pain and suffering upon her now defeated opponent.
Madison, reduced to a broken figure on her back, is at the mercy of Ana's sadistic pleasure. Ana approaches her with a twisted smirk on her face. She taunts her fallen opponent, her hands reaching out to grab Madison's disheveled hair, asserting her control.
“Well, well," Ana sneers, her voice filled with malicious delight, "look who got knocked the f*ck out?”
In an act of psychological torment, Ana pulls Madison's face into her taut, chiseled tummy, reveling in the power she holds over her vanquished rival. Madison, forced to confront her own defeat, can only submit to Ana's dominance, her face pressed against the sculpted contours of Ana's abdomen.
Madison's lips are forced to graze the firm muscles of Ana's abs. Each contour and ridge becomes a symbol of Ana's strength and superiority, a stark reminder of Madison's defeat. Ana towers above her, reveling in her triumph, as she taunts Madison from her elevated position.
"Kiss my tummy, you loser. Show proper respect to someone with superior abs."
Madison, her spirit broken and her pride shattered, has no choice but to comply, her lips contorting with fear, disgust, and begrudging compliance, quivering against the unyielding hardness of Ana's tummy.
Finally, Ana yanks on Madison's hair, breaking the smother, and causing her head to torque backwards so Madison’s defiant eyes lock with hers in a fierce confrontation.
“And you can tell Lily freakin’ Collins that my tummy is waiting to be kissed again,” Ana gloats, before shoving Madison off to the side, her spirit utterly broken.
Ana parades around Madison's crumpled body, savoring every moment of her rival's defeat, and delivering a final act of humiliation by forcefully driving her boot into Madison's quivering tummy. She groans, her body trembling beneath the weight of Ana's dominance.
After the festivities are over and Ana has left the ring, Maddy is helped to her feet and escorted backstage, her eyes still burning with a fiery determination. Through gritted teeth, she hisses to a reporter, spitting the taste of Ana’s tummy from her lips.
"This ain’t over, Armas. I’m coming for you. I’m coming to break that tummy in half.”
3. Madison Beer vs. Ana de Armas
Madison:
(24, 5’5, 13:13 FCBA, Free Agent)
Ana:
(35, 5’6, 15:6 FCBA, League of Mighty Women)
BEFORE:
Up next, Madison Beer and Ana de Armas make their way into the press hall, greeted by the flashing lights of cameras and the excited chatter of reporters.
Despite a recent loss to Emma Roberts, Madison’s rocking a black leather jacket over a white crop top, paired with ripped jeans and ankle boots, exuding confidence with every step. Her dark locks flow freely around her shoulders, acknowledging the crowd with a smile and wave.
Ana, on the other hand, emanates elegance and sophistication. The Hollywood stunner is dressed in a chic, tailored pantsuit, featuring a fitted blazer and matching trousers. Her dark hair is styled in loose waves, cascading down her back, framing her captivating features.
The reporters waste no time in bombarding the fighters with questions. They inquire about their preparations, their thoughts on the upcoming match, and their opinions of each other.
Madison confidently takes the first question. "I've been training tirelessly for this fight, honing my skills and pushing myself to the limit. Ana is a competent fighter, but I'm here to show that I'm a force to be reckoned with in the rest of the division."
Ana, displaying her trademark grace, responds with a dismissive smirk. "What’s this I hear about Maddy maybe joining the VIX crew? Isn’t that where the sniveling, weak-tummied Lily Collins is? I’ve knocked them out before, and I’ll do the same to Beer.”
Later, during the pre-fight stare down, Madison's eyes narrow with anger, fueled by Ana's dismissive remarks. With almost unhinged aggression, she closes the gap between them fast, shoving her forehead into Ana's with intimidating force, bringing her balled fists dangerously close to Ana's chin and tummy..
Ana, undeterred by Madison's provocative stance, refuses to back down. Her smirk fades, replaced by a cold and determined expression, as she meets Madison's gaze head-on, pushing her forehead in, refusing to let her rival's aggression intimidate her.
The officials on stage scramble to intervene, sensing the imminent danger. They step between the two fighters, their presence a futile attempt to prevent an all-out brawl from erupting right then and there.
As they separate and back away, Madison's lips curl into a smile. "Get ready to kiss my tummy after I knock you out. You'll be begging for mercy beneath my feet.”
Ana, not one to back down from a challenge, blows Madison an air kiss with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Don't worry, Maddy dear. I'll make sure you get a taste of my victory, and your tummy will be the last thing on your mind.”
Hours later, Madison Beer makes her entrance wearing a daring combination of a black sports bra adorned with silver accents, paired with form-fitting black boxing shorts that hug her curves. Completing her ensemble are sleek black boxing boots that provide both style and functionality. Her gloves, sinister in their appearance, are jet black with silver trim.
On the other hand, Ana de Armas steps into the arena wearing a pristine white sports bra, exuding an aura of purity and grace. Her boxing shorts, also in white, feature subtle patterns that highlight her elegant physique. She moves with confidence, her feet adorned in white boxing shoes that allow her agility and quick footwork. Ana's gloves, in stark contrast to Madison's, are pristine white with golden accents.
In their respective corners, Madison's team adjusts her gloves, ensuring they are tightly secured to amplify the impact of her punches. Ana's corner, meanwhile, provides her with last-minute words of encouragement, fine-tuning her gear to maximize her performance.
And there’s the wave of the referee’s hand, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1:
Both fighters circle each other in the center of the ring. Madison Beer exhibits her agility, darting in and out with lightning-fast footwork, creating angles to unleash her punches. She snaps out a quick jab, connecting with Ana’s nose, causing a brief flinch from her opponent. Ana, undeterred, retaliates with a left hook aimed at Madison's body, but it grazes the side of her ribs as Madison expertly pivots away. Seizing the opportunity, Madison retaliates with a blistering combination—a sudden right hook crashes against Ana's temple, which snaps her head to the side, followed by a powerful left uppercut that’s dug into her midsection! What an opening salvo to this contest, as Madison renews her pledge to turn her opponent’s tummy to mush! Ana grunts audibly upon impact, momentarily staggering backward, and Madison capitalizes on her advantage, peppering her face with a series of rapid-fire jabs, each strike finding its target with precision. The crowd roars in response to Madison's offensive display, appreciating the calculated accuracy of her punches. Ana, showing resilience, attempts to counter with a fierce right cross later in the round, but Madison slips the punch with a slick duck, evading the blow effortlessly. As the bell rings, Madison Beer continues to exude confidence, while Armas looks visibly affected by the onslaught.
ROUND 2:
Confident step forward from Ana, who begins to assert herself, landing a straight right clean on Madison Beer's chin, causing her head to snap back. Sensing an opportunity, Ana follows up with a thunderous left hook to the body, digging it deep into Madison's midsection. Madison winces in pain, momentarily slowing down her offensive rhythm. Unfazed by Madison's resilience, Ana unleashes a most devastating combination—a sharp uppercut that grazes Madison's jaw, followed by a swift right hook to the temple. The impact rattles Madison, causing her to stumble backward, fighting to regain her balance. Madison’s opening salvo is now taking a turn for the worse, with the singer and model getting a taste of Ana’s power! Mid-round, Ana drives Madison into the ropes with a flurry of hooks and crosses. Each punch carries weight, battering Madison's guard and exposing her defensive gaps. Ana's malicious intentions become evident as she deliberately targets Madison's vulnerable midsection. Her gloved fists crash into Madison's tummy with relentless force, delivering gut-wrenching shots that leave Beer gasping for breath. Despite the punishment, Madison manages to muster counterpunches and clinches—quick jabs and hammers to the head that prevent Ana from landing her most devastating shots. The round comes to a close with both women separating with a hard shove, and Ana can’t resist taking a moment to taunt Madison, raising her glove to her lips and blowing her mocking kiss. "Your tummy’s just begging for more punishment, ain’t it?" Ana sneers, drawing a scowl from Beer.
ROUND 3:
The round opens with both Madison and Ana trading THUNDEROUS blows, their determination evident in every punch thrown. Madison, with her feet planted firmly on the canvas, unleashes a booming looping right that catches Ana on the ear, sending her staggering sideways. Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly follows up with another right, then another, as Armas attempts to evade the onslaught of the young spitfire, her defenses quickly faltering. Mid-round, the action momentarily slows down as Ana clinches to clear her head, seeking respite from Madison's relentless assault. The referee steps in and separates the fighters, allowing a brief moment of reprieve. Later, Ana, fueled by her frustration, steps forward, baring her teeth and relentlessly walking her foe down with punches to her head. But Madison employs clinching tactics, wrapping her arms around Ana's body and spinning her about, denying her the opportunity to land any significant blows. The remainder of the round sees a gritty exchange of punches with Madison, her cheek resting on Ana's shoulder during clinches, holding on tenaciously, weathering the storm of hooks Armas is driving into her sides and arms. The thudding sound of gloves meeting leather echoes in the ring, punctuated by the occasional sharp crack when a punch slips through and stuns tummy. As the bell sounds and they separate, Madison's chest heaves with exertion, gasping for breath. Her eyes, clouded with a mix of exhaustion and defiance, reflect the burning hatred she holds for Ana. On the other side of the ring, Ana stands battered and sagging against the ropes, her body bearing the marks of the intense exchanges thus far.
ROUND 4:
Early on Ana unleashes a combination of swift hooks and straight punches, testing Madison's defenses from the opening bell. Each punch carries a sting, finding its mark on Madison's guard or slipping through her defense with force. The sound of leather meeting flesh reverberates through the arena, punctuated by the occasional sharp crack when a punch lands flush on Madison’s rapidly failing guard. Ana shifts her weight seamlessly, generating power in her jabs that snap Madison's head back, disrupting her rhythm and forcing her to recalibrate her strategy. But Madison, though faced with a formidable opponent, refuses to back down. She retaliates with sharp counters, digging into her reservoir of strength and unleashing sudden hooks and lunges with equal fervor, poking under the arms and prodding torched belly flesh, each time sending Ana reeling back with a low grunt and cover. Soon, sweat glistens on their brows, and their chests rise and fall with each labored breath. When the bell finally sounds, both fighters retreat to their corners, their faces marked with a touch of fatigue.
ROUND 5:
Chaos erupts as Madison and Ana unleash a barrage of punches with a ferocity that borders on primal. Their eyes flash with determination, teeth bared in a display of sheer intensity. Locks of hair sway wildly, adding to the frenzied atmosphere inside the ring. The first minute is a wild exchange of lefts and rights, devoid of any discernible strategy. Suddenly, Armas finds herself in a world of hurt. A thunderous right hand crashes against the side of her jawline, stunning the sultry brunette. Her senses jolted, she becomes groggy, the sting of the blow robbing her punches of their usual power, and Maddy SEIZES the opportunity, relentlessly driving her backward with thudding wide lefts and rights to her torso. And Beer TAKES CONTROL, systematically dismantling the Colombian actress against the ropes! But just as it seems like Beer has the upper hand, the tables turn. Armas sneaks in punches between her relentless swings, a clocking left finds its mark on her chin, followed by a swinging right that sends her reeling backward. Mouth agape, hands at her hips, Armas absorbs a series of punishing shots to her jaw, before sinking to all fours in a display of sheer devastation! Shock registers on her face, and Madison has to be held back by the referee, before being shoved towards the neutral corner to witness her prey recovering and rising from the canvas! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Madison Beer!
Despite the brutal knockdown, Ana de Armas exhibits remarkable resilience as she gathers herself off the canvas. She slowly rises, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and an unwavering desire for revenge. The crowd roars in anticipation, witnessing a true display of fighting spirit. As the referee completes the count of 8, Ana's legs steady beneath her, and she swiftly regains her composure.
Bell rings and there’s a minute left on this clock! Both fighters trade blow for blow, their bodies glistening with sweat as they push themselves to the limit. In the final minute of the round, Madison Beer launches an all-out assault, charging forward, aiming to exploit Ana's weakened state. Ana raises her guard and attempts to weather the assault, but she almost looks helpless against the gnashing Beer’s advance. Madison presses her arm against Ana's shoulder, pinning her in place, before driving her fist into belly, chin, and breasts. Ana's tummy trembles under the forceful onslaught, quivering with each glove that is ruthlessly shoved into her midsection, leaving her shaking body folded over Madison's clenched fist, as if she is being bent to the will of her sadistic tormentor. As Ana's body succumbs to the merciless assault, her lips part in a mixture of pain and disbelief. The agony etched on her face is evident, as her trembling body finds an unwelcome and agonizing connection with Madison's shoulder. But at the bell, de Armas remains standing, quivering with shock but defiance still etched on her face!
“Look at those feeble tummy of yours!" Madison sneers, her voice dripping with contempt. "You call these abs?”
Madison digs her fist into Ana's stomach, relishing in the discomfort it causes her. The sensation of Ana's gasps and the tightening of her muscles beneath her fist only fuels her wicked delight. However, the referee finally intervenes. With a warning and a sense of reluctant authority, the referee pries Madison off Ana, separating them as the round comes to an end.
ROUND 6:
Madison immediately launches a fierce assault, determined to cement control of the fight. She throws a barrage of punches, aiming to send Ana crashing to the canvas once more. However, Ana, fueled by a mixture of anger and determination, refuses to back down. She evades Madison's incoming strikes, slipping and weaving through the onslaught, before unleashing a series of powerful return hooks that find their mark on Madison's face. The impact of each blow jolts Madison backward, her head snapping from the force, struggling to regain her footing. The taste of her own medicine lingers on her lips as she realizes the tables have turned, a shocking reminder of the consequences of underestimating her foe. Another thunderous blow catches Beer off guard, the force of the punch sending her staggering backward, her legs wobbly! Ana relentlessly presses the attack, blow after blow finding its mark on the songstress’ body and arms, each strike fueling Ana's rage. A final, thunderous right hook connects to the side of Maddy’s jaw, and her eyes widen in disbelief as she finds herself locked in a dance with gravity. She goes sprawling backward, her arms flailing helplessly, before CRASHING to the canvas on her side, gasps rippling through the crowd! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN from Ana de Armas!
The referee immediately begins the count, but it's clear that Madison is in no condition to continue. Her body lies motionless, arms and legs sprawled in four directions, her spirit broken by Ana's malicious onslaught! The referee hits the final count of 10, and WAVES it off!
Official Decision: Ana de Armas defeats Madison Beer via KO6!
AFTER:
Ana, triumphant and merciless, stands tall amidst the chaos. She wastes no time in shedding her gloves, peeling them off finger by finger, revealing her bare knuckles that have inflicted pain and suffering upon her now defeated opponent.
Madison, reduced to a broken figure on her back, is at the mercy of Ana's sadistic pleasure. Ana approaches her with a twisted smirk on her face. She taunts her fallen opponent, her hands reaching out to grab Madison's disheveled hair, asserting her control.
“Well, well," Ana sneers, her voice filled with malicious delight, "look who got knocked the f*ck out?”
In an act of psychological torment, Ana pulls Madison's face into her taut, chiseled tummy, reveling in the power she holds over her vanquished rival. Madison, forced to confront her own defeat, can only submit to Ana's dominance, her face pressed against the sculpted contours of Ana's abdomen.
Madison's lips are forced to graze the firm muscles of Ana's abs. Each contour and ridge becomes a symbol of Ana's strength and superiority, a stark reminder of Madison's defeat. Ana towers above her, reveling in her triumph, as she taunts Madison from her elevated position.
"Kiss my tummy, you loser. Show proper respect to someone with superior abs."
Madison, her spirit broken and her pride shattered, has no choice but to comply, her lips contorting with fear, disgust, and begrudging compliance, quivering against the unyielding hardness of Ana's tummy.
Finally, Ana yanks on Madison's hair, breaking the smother, and causing her head to torque backwards so Madison’s defiant eyes lock with hers in a fierce confrontation.
“And you can tell Lily freakin’ Collins that my tummy is waiting to be kissed again,” Ana gloats, before shoving Madison off to the side, her spirit utterly broken.
Ana parades around Madison's crumpled body, savoring every moment of her rival's defeat, and delivering a final act of humiliation by forcefully driving her boot into Madison's quivering tummy. She groans, her body trembling beneath the weight of Ana's dominance.
After the festivities are over and Ana has left the ring, Maddy is helped to her feet and escorted backstage, her eyes still burning with a fiery determination. Through gritted teeth, she hisses to a reporter, spitting the taste of Ana’s tummy from her lips.
"This ain’t over, Armas. I’m coming for you. I’m coming to break that tummy in half.”