Post by caspian on Aug 13, 2023 6:58:07 GMT -6
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
3. Madison Beer vs. Madison Iseman II
Madison B:
(24, 5’5, 15:14 FCBA, Free Agent)
Madison I:
(26, 5’2, 4:3 FCBA, Empire Boxing)
BEFORE:
The Indiana Farmers Coliseum continues to buzz with excitement as the evening progresses into the third bout of the evening: a grudge match between Madison Beer and Madison Iseman. The two fighters had previously faced off in January 2021, a match that resulted in Iseman's victory through a sixth-round technical knockout. The crowd tonight, a mix of die-hard FCBA fans and casuals, waits with baited breath to see if Beer can redeem herself in this rematch.
A day before the fight, the two Madisons face off in a spirited press conference.
Madison Beer strides in first, oozing the charisma of a born performer. She is dressed in a leather jacket over a black cropped top that showcases her toned abs, paired with high-waisted leather pants and ankle boots. Her long dark hair is slicked back, and she wears a pair of oversized sunglasses that add an element of mystery to her ensemble. Her outfit exudes the rockstar confidence that she carries with her from her singing career to the boxing ring.
Following Beer is Madison Iseman, the actress carrying a more laid back yet equally captivating aura. She sports a casual chic look, wearing a light denim jacket over a simple white tee and black ripped skinny jeans. A pair of converse sneakers complete her ensemble, giving off a relaxed vibe. Her blonde hair is let loose, cascading down her shoulders, and her bright smile reaches her eyes, a clear sign of her confidence in the upcoming match.
Once both fighters are seated, the verbal sparring begins. Iseman leans forward, her elbows on the table as she looks Beer directly in the eyes. "Last time, I put you away, and I'm not afraid to do it again," she declares confidently, her voice steady.
Beer simply smirks at Iseman's comment. She coolly retorts, "Last time was a fluke. I'm a different fighter now. You're in for a surprise, Iseman. And trust me, it won't be a pleasant one."
Following the heated exchange of words, it's time for the much-anticipated stare-down. The two Madisons rise from their seats and approach the center of the stage. Despite her shorter stature, Iseman doesn't back down an inch. Her vibrant blue eyes never leaving Beer's darker ones, Iseman steps in close. There's a defiance in the way she carries herself, her chin held high as she extends her fists towards Beer, daring to come dangerously close to Beer's chin and belly. The crowd gasps, sensing the imminent conflict.
Beer's eyes narrow, a dark look flashing across her face at the audacious move. With a swift motion, she shoves Iseman's fists away, her body tensing as she steps in even closer to her opponent. The two Madisons are now face to face, their fierce gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.
The air seems to crackle with intensity as both women refuse to back down, their faces just inches apart. The audience holds its collective breath, the room filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as the two Madisons nearly come to blows on stage. Security is quick to intervene, however, stepping in and pulling the two fighters apart just in time.
The Indiana Farmers Coliseum is buzzing with anticipation as the time for the third fight of the evening approaches. The lights dim and a spotlight traces its way to the entrance ramp, where Madison Beer emerges. Draped in a plush black robe that shimmers under the arena lights, the robe is cinched at the waist, hugging her curvaceous figure. Her hair is pulled back into a high, sleek ponytail, eyes hidden behind dark aviator sunglasses. With a smirk playing on her lips, Beer saunters down the ramp to the tune of her own hit song, 'Hurts Like Hell', acknowledging the crowd with a confident wave.
Upon reaching the ring, she hands off her sunglasses to a team member and slips off her robe, revealing her fight attire underneath - a metallic gold bikini that accentuates her toned physique. After a few stretches and shadow punches, she settles into her corner, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, eyes fixated on the entrance ramp.
Soon, the intro to Fall Out Boy's 'Champion' blares through the speakers, signaling the arrival of Madison Iseman. Iseman bursts into view, sporting a short, fiery red silk robe with 'Mighty Madison' embroidered across the back. A look of intense concentration is etched on her face as she jogs briskly towards the ring, occasionally raising a fist to acknowledge the cheering crowd.
Once in the ring, Iseman hands off her robe, revealing her fight attire - a black and red sports bra and matching shorts, a stark contrast to Beer's more glamorous look. She engages in a brief warm-up, shadow boxing and bouncing on her toes. As she steps to her corner, she shoots a defiant look towards Beer.
Referee gets the nod from both corners, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
ROUND 1:
And Iseman springs into action immediately, utilizing her compact frame and agility to close in on Madison Beer, seeking to control the distance between them! Beer, however, relies on her height and reach advantage, extending her jab to keep Iseman at bay. For the first minute, it's an intense chess match as both fighters measure each other out, testing each other’s defenses. A couple of quick, sharp jabs from Beer find Iseman’s guard, but the smaller Madison is undeterred, bobbing and weaving, looking for a way inside. By the second minute, Iseman manages to slip inside Beer's reach, landing a solid right hook to Beer’s midsection, followed by a quick left hook to the jaw. Beer grunts, thrown off balance, but quickly regains composure and retaliates with a sharp jab and cross combo that barely grazes Iseman's cheek, reminding the fiery redhead of the range disadvantage she's at. In the final minute, it's a scrappy exchange of blows, with both Madisons showing grit and determination. Iseman's aggressive style of fighting appears to have given her a slight edge in this round. She's managing to dart in and out, scoring hits without taking too many in return. As the bell rings signaling the end of the round, both women return to their corners, chests heaving, eyes locked on each other. The first round, though a close call, appears to have gone to Madison Iseman, her aggressive, feisty style earning her the slight edge on the judges' scorecards.
ROUND 2:
The second round starts again with Beer on the defensive, meticulously keeping Iseman at bay with a series of precisely executed jabs. As the second minute dawns, a ferocious determination surfaces in Beer's gaze, her demeanor shifting as she prepares to take the offensive. Launching herself forward, Beer catches Iseman off guard with a swift, commanding combination. The first punch is a left hook, a harsh blow that digs into the soft flesh just below Iseman's ribcage. Iseman's breath hitches audibly, her body recoiling instinctively as the impact radiates throughout her body. But Beer doesn't give her a moment to recover, quickly following up with a right to the solar plexus that leaves Iseman gasping for air. Iseman staggers backward, her eyes wide as she struggles to regain her breath. Beer continues to press the attack, her gaze focused and unwavering. She steps in, launching an upward thrust with her right hand, the glove connecting with a sickening thud against Iseman's chin. The blonde's head snaps backward, and for a moment she seems to hang suspended in the air before her legs give out and she crumples onto the canvas!! It’s a SHOCK KNOCKDOWN in just the second round of this fight!
The referee steps in, initiating the count as Beer retreats to a neutral corner, her chest heaving with exertion but satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. Meanwhile, on the mat, Madison Iseman lies sprawled, her blonde locks splayed out in a disheveled halo around her head. The thunderous count of the referee echoes in the arena, each number landing like a physical blow. She groans, her gloved fingers twitching against the canvas as her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her eyes are closed tightly, a grimace twisting her sweat-streaked face as she fights to regain her senses. The count progresses - five, six, seven. Iseman makes a desperate attempt to push herself off the mat, her body shaking with the exertion. Her arm collapses beneath her, however, and she falls back down onto the canvas with a soft thud. She's trapped in a haze of pain and disorientation, the crowd's cheers and the referee's count growing distant as the reality of her situation starts to sink in. Eight, nine, ten. That’s it! Iseman, so determined and feisty at the start, lays defeated on the canvas, her body a testament to Beer's crushing victory!!
Official Result: Madison Beer defeats Madison Iseman via KO2!
AFTER:
As the ring bell tolls, marking Beer's triumph, she takes a moment to bask in the cheers of the crowd, her arms raised in victory. But it's not enough. Her gaze lands on her defeated opponent, still crumpled on the canvas. A wicked smirk spreads across her face, an idea forming.
Striding over, she roughly grabs Iseman by her blonde locks, yanking her upward. Iseman winces, groaning as she's forced to her feet, her body still reeling from the intense round of punches that had brought her down. The crowd is on edge, uncertain of what they're witnessing.
"Did you really think you could beat me again, Maddy?" she taunts, her voice filled with derision as she presses her body against Iseman's, pinning the smaller blonde against the ropes. Her fist then buries itself deep into Iseman's belly, making the blonde gasp out. "That was a one-time fluke, honey. This here," she punctuates her sentence with another blow to Iseman's midsection, "is the real deal."
Iseman groans in response, the pain evident on her face, her body buckling with each hit as she struggles to remain standing. "You're nothing but my punching bag, Maddy," Beer's cruel voice continues to ring out, her punches landing with brutal accuracy. "A pretty, blonde, little punching bag."
Then, focusing all her energy into a final uppercut, she drives her fist deep into Iseman's navel. Iseman's body folds in on itself, the force of the blow bending her at the waist as a gasp of shock and pain escapes her lips. It's as if Beer has punctured a balloon, Iseman's body deflating with the punch. Her knees buckle, her torso sinking forward until her lips are resting against Beer's shoulder.
For a moment, it seems as if time has stopped, the only sound in the arena is Iseman's ragged breathing and the distant echoes of the crowd. The expression on Iseman's face, a grimace of agony, is frozen in place as she clings to Beer for support, her body trembling under the impact of that cruel punch. Beer, on the other hand, remains steadfast, holding Iseman in place, the smirk on her face never wavering.
"Remember this," Beer whispers, pulling her hand back from her opponent's belly, leaving Iseman lurching forward with a pained groan. "This ring is mine. You're just a visitor. And visitors," she smirks, pulling back, "don't get to win."
With that, Beer steps back, leaving Iseman to crumble back onto the canvas, her arms instinctively curled around her stomach, desperately clutching the area that Beer had so ruthlessly targeted.
The smirk remains on Beer’s face as she soaks in the stunned silence of the arena - her victory leaving no doubt as to who the superior Madison truly is! And now, with Portman on the horizon, Beer has another chance to prove herself to the Flyweight world. "Iseman was just a warm up for my fight with Natalie, who needs to hang up her gloves and let the new generation march over their withered bodies!"
3. Madison Beer vs. Madison Iseman II
Madison B:
(24, 5’5, 15:14 FCBA, Free Agent)
Madison I:
(26, 5’2, 4:3 FCBA, Empire Boxing)
BEFORE:
The Indiana Farmers Coliseum continues to buzz with excitement as the evening progresses into the third bout of the evening: a grudge match between Madison Beer and Madison Iseman. The two fighters had previously faced off in January 2021, a match that resulted in Iseman's victory through a sixth-round technical knockout. The crowd tonight, a mix of die-hard FCBA fans and casuals, waits with baited breath to see if Beer can redeem herself in this rematch.
A day before the fight, the two Madisons face off in a spirited press conference.
Madison Beer strides in first, oozing the charisma of a born performer. She is dressed in a leather jacket over a black cropped top that showcases her toned abs, paired with high-waisted leather pants and ankle boots. Her long dark hair is slicked back, and she wears a pair of oversized sunglasses that add an element of mystery to her ensemble. Her outfit exudes the rockstar confidence that she carries with her from her singing career to the boxing ring.
Following Beer is Madison Iseman, the actress carrying a more laid back yet equally captivating aura. She sports a casual chic look, wearing a light denim jacket over a simple white tee and black ripped skinny jeans. A pair of converse sneakers complete her ensemble, giving off a relaxed vibe. Her blonde hair is let loose, cascading down her shoulders, and her bright smile reaches her eyes, a clear sign of her confidence in the upcoming match.
Once both fighters are seated, the verbal sparring begins. Iseman leans forward, her elbows on the table as she looks Beer directly in the eyes. "Last time, I put you away, and I'm not afraid to do it again," she declares confidently, her voice steady.
Beer simply smirks at Iseman's comment. She coolly retorts, "Last time was a fluke. I'm a different fighter now. You're in for a surprise, Iseman. And trust me, it won't be a pleasant one."
Following the heated exchange of words, it's time for the much-anticipated stare-down. The two Madisons rise from their seats and approach the center of the stage. Despite her shorter stature, Iseman doesn't back down an inch. Her vibrant blue eyes never leaving Beer's darker ones, Iseman steps in close. There's a defiance in the way she carries herself, her chin held high as she extends her fists towards Beer, daring to come dangerously close to Beer's chin and belly. The crowd gasps, sensing the imminent conflict.
Beer's eyes narrow, a dark look flashing across her face at the audacious move. With a swift motion, she shoves Iseman's fists away, her body tensing as she steps in even closer to her opponent. The two Madisons are now face to face, their fierce gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.
The air seems to crackle with intensity as both women refuse to back down, their faces just inches apart. The audience holds its collective breath, the room filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as the two Madisons nearly come to blows on stage. Security is quick to intervene, however, stepping in and pulling the two fighters apart just in time.
The Indiana Farmers Coliseum is buzzing with anticipation as the time for the third fight of the evening approaches. The lights dim and a spotlight traces its way to the entrance ramp, where Madison Beer emerges. Draped in a plush black robe that shimmers under the arena lights, the robe is cinched at the waist, hugging her curvaceous figure. Her hair is pulled back into a high, sleek ponytail, eyes hidden behind dark aviator sunglasses. With a smirk playing on her lips, Beer saunters down the ramp to the tune of her own hit song, 'Hurts Like Hell', acknowledging the crowd with a confident wave.
Upon reaching the ring, she hands off her sunglasses to a team member and slips off her robe, revealing her fight attire underneath - a metallic gold bikini that accentuates her toned physique. After a few stretches and shadow punches, she settles into her corner, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, eyes fixated on the entrance ramp.
Soon, the intro to Fall Out Boy's 'Champion' blares through the speakers, signaling the arrival of Madison Iseman. Iseman bursts into view, sporting a short, fiery red silk robe with 'Mighty Madison' embroidered across the back. A look of intense concentration is etched on her face as she jogs briskly towards the ring, occasionally raising a fist to acknowledge the cheering crowd.
Once in the ring, Iseman hands off her robe, revealing her fight attire - a black and red sports bra and matching shorts, a stark contrast to Beer's more glamorous look. She engages in a brief warm-up, shadow boxing and bouncing on her toes. As she steps to her corner, she shoots a defiant look towards Beer.
Referee gets the nod from both corners, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
ROUND 1:
And Iseman springs into action immediately, utilizing her compact frame and agility to close in on Madison Beer, seeking to control the distance between them! Beer, however, relies on her height and reach advantage, extending her jab to keep Iseman at bay. For the first minute, it's an intense chess match as both fighters measure each other out, testing each other’s defenses. A couple of quick, sharp jabs from Beer find Iseman’s guard, but the smaller Madison is undeterred, bobbing and weaving, looking for a way inside. By the second minute, Iseman manages to slip inside Beer's reach, landing a solid right hook to Beer’s midsection, followed by a quick left hook to the jaw. Beer grunts, thrown off balance, but quickly regains composure and retaliates with a sharp jab and cross combo that barely grazes Iseman's cheek, reminding the fiery redhead of the range disadvantage she's at. In the final minute, it's a scrappy exchange of blows, with both Madisons showing grit and determination. Iseman's aggressive style of fighting appears to have given her a slight edge in this round. She's managing to dart in and out, scoring hits without taking too many in return. As the bell rings signaling the end of the round, both women return to their corners, chests heaving, eyes locked on each other. The first round, though a close call, appears to have gone to Madison Iseman, her aggressive, feisty style earning her the slight edge on the judges' scorecards.
ROUND 2:
The second round starts again with Beer on the defensive, meticulously keeping Iseman at bay with a series of precisely executed jabs. As the second minute dawns, a ferocious determination surfaces in Beer's gaze, her demeanor shifting as she prepares to take the offensive. Launching herself forward, Beer catches Iseman off guard with a swift, commanding combination. The first punch is a left hook, a harsh blow that digs into the soft flesh just below Iseman's ribcage. Iseman's breath hitches audibly, her body recoiling instinctively as the impact radiates throughout her body. But Beer doesn't give her a moment to recover, quickly following up with a right to the solar plexus that leaves Iseman gasping for air. Iseman staggers backward, her eyes wide as she struggles to regain her breath. Beer continues to press the attack, her gaze focused and unwavering. She steps in, launching an upward thrust with her right hand, the glove connecting with a sickening thud against Iseman's chin. The blonde's head snaps backward, and for a moment she seems to hang suspended in the air before her legs give out and she crumples onto the canvas!! It’s a SHOCK KNOCKDOWN in just the second round of this fight!
The referee steps in, initiating the count as Beer retreats to a neutral corner, her chest heaving with exertion but satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. Meanwhile, on the mat, Madison Iseman lies sprawled, her blonde locks splayed out in a disheveled halo around her head. The thunderous count of the referee echoes in the arena, each number landing like a physical blow. She groans, her gloved fingers twitching against the canvas as her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her eyes are closed tightly, a grimace twisting her sweat-streaked face as she fights to regain her senses. The count progresses - five, six, seven. Iseman makes a desperate attempt to push herself off the mat, her body shaking with the exertion. Her arm collapses beneath her, however, and she falls back down onto the canvas with a soft thud. She's trapped in a haze of pain and disorientation, the crowd's cheers and the referee's count growing distant as the reality of her situation starts to sink in. Eight, nine, ten. That’s it! Iseman, so determined and feisty at the start, lays defeated on the canvas, her body a testament to Beer's crushing victory!!
Official Result: Madison Beer defeats Madison Iseman via KO2!
AFTER:
As the ring bell tolls, marking Beer's triumph, she takes a moment to bask in the cheers of the crowd, her arms raised in victory. But it's not enough. Her gaze lands on her defeated opponent, still crumpled on the canvas. A wicked smirk spreads across her face, an idea forming.
Striding over, she roughly grabs Iseman by her blonde locks, yanking her upward. Iseman winces, groaning as she's forced to her feet, her body still reeling from the intense round of punches that had brought her down. The crowd is on edge, uncertain of what they're witnessing.
"Did you really think you could beat me again, Maddy?" she taunts, her voice filled with derision as she presses her body against Iseman's, pinning the smaller blonde against the ropes. Her fist then buries itself deep into Iseman's belly, making the blonde gasp out. "That was a one-time fluke, honey. This here," she punctuates her sentence with another blow to Iseman's midsection, "is the real deal."
Iseman groans in response, the pain evident on her face, her body buckling with each hit as she struggles to remain standing. "You're nothing but my punching bag, Maddy," Beer's cruel voice continues to ring out, her punches landing with brutal accuracy. "A pretty, blonde, little punching bag."
Then, focusing all her energy into a final uppercut, she drives her fist deep into Iseman's navel. Iseman's body folds in on itself, the force of the blow bending her at the waist as a gasp of shock and pain escapes her lips. It's as if Beer has punctured a balloon, Iseman's body deflating with the punch. Her knees buckle, her torso sinking forward until her lips are resting against Beer's shoulder.
For a moment, it seems as if time has stopped, the only sound in the arena is Iseman's ragged breathing and the distant echoes of the crowd. The expression on Iseman's face, a grimace of agony, is frozen in place as she clings to Beer for support, her body trembling under the impact of that cruel punch. Beer, on the other hand, remains steadfast, holding Iseman in place, the smirk on her face never wavering.
"Remember this," Beer whispers, pulling her hand back from her opponent's belly, leaving Iseman lurching forward with a pained groan. "This ring is mine. You're just a visitor. And visitors," she smirks, pulling back, "don't get to win."
With that, Beer steps back, leaving Iseman to crumble back onto the canvas, her arms instinctively curled around her stomach, desperately clutching the area that Beer had so ruthlessly targeted.
The smirk remains on Beer’s face as she soaks in the stunned silence of the arena - her victory leaving no doubt as to who the superior Madison truly is! And now, with Portman on the horizon, Beer has another chance to prove herself to the Flyweight world. "Iseman was just a warm up for my fight with Natalie, who needs to hang up her gloves and let the new generation march over their withered bodies!"