Nina Agdal Vs Kelly Gale (body saddle)
Oct 5, 2023 10:05:15 GMT -6
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Nina Agdal vs. Kelly Gale (Body Saddle)
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
Nina:
(30, 5’9, 121, 56:22 FCBA, VIXENs)
Kelly:
(28, 5’9, 4:7 FCBA, Girls Friday)
BEFORE:
This next press conference is situated in The Platinum Suite in downtown Dubai, and it’s abuzz with a gathering of sports journalists, photographers, and boxing enthusiasts. The opulent hall, adorned with gold-accented decor and a vast crystal chandelier overhead, is an apt setting for a clash of two high-profile models turned pugilists and potentially future rivals, with Nina Agdal and Kelly Gale having fought once back in 2021, and are now back for a rematch on one of the grandest stage of them all.
As Nina first steps onto the stage, she's dressed in a semi-formal, silver knee-length dress that hugs her statuesque frame, showing off her toned legs with matching silver stiletto heels. The dress has an asymmetrical neckline, and her blonde locks are pulled back into a tight bun. A hint of smugness is evident on her face, the memory of her previous victory over Gale still fresh in her mind.
Kelly Gale, not to be outdone, arrives next in a sophisticated black jumpsuit with a deep V-neck, displaying more than a hint of her curvaceous cleavage. The jumpsuit's tailored fit accentuates her slender waist and long legs. A gold belt acts as a statement piece, and her black hair is styled in loose waves, cascading over her shoulders. Dark stiletto pumps complete her look
The host kicks off the conference, "Ladies and gentlemen, here we have two of the most anticipated fighters in this year’s stable war! Nina Agdal represents the VIXENs and the ever-fierce Kelly Gale represents her stable, Girls Friday. And without further ado, let's open the floor for questions.”
A reporter in the front row first raises a hand, "Nina, given your previous win over Kelly, do you feel that this bout will be just as straightforward?"
Nina smirks, looking directly at Kelly as she answers, "Oh, absolutely. Kelly was an easy win back then, and I don't see how much can change in a couple of years. I hope she's been practicing, though. I'd hate for her to be an easy ride...again."
Kelly's cheeks flush at the blatant dig, but she maintains her composure, "That was back then. This is now, Nina. I've grown, learned, and trained harder than ever. Nina might be in for a rude awakening when she’s getting herself ridden across the ring."
Another journalist pipes up, "Kelly, does the 'body saddle' stipulation add more pressure given your previous loss?"
But Kelly responds, her voice laced with conviction, "If anything, it's even more motivation to win this rematch. I'm not leaving that ring without redemption tonight. Nina's going to find out what it's like to be on the losing side."
Nina chuckles, "Dream on, sweetheart. But I'll make sure to enjoy our little victory lap."
Nina and Kelly, having fielded their fair share of questions and provocations, proceed to the next segment of the conference: the official weigh-ins. The audience's murmurs quieten down at the sight of both women standing from their seats and beginning to strip down for the scales.
Nina confidently unzips her dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing a white lace lingerie set that complements her sun-kissed skin. Her lithe, athletic frame is the result of countless hours in the gym, with defined abs hinting at her core strength. Her long legs, which have graced many a magazine cover, seem to go on forever, the culmination of a model's grace and a fighter's rigorous training.
Kelly, with an equally unwavering gaze, steps out of her jumpsuit. She's sporting a black sports bra and matching briefs, which contrast beautifully against her bronzed skin. Her physique, while just as toned as Nina's, carries a tad more muscle, especially in her arms and shoulders. It's clear that her training regime has shifted since their last fight, perhaps focusing more on power.
The scale readings confirm what everyone can see: two prime fighters at the peak of their physical prowess, with only a negligible weight difference between them. The moment the numbers are announced, the two fighters stride to the center of the stage for the official face-off. As they come nose-to-nose, their identical heights make for a striking image. Nina, her blonde hair contrasting with Kelly's raven waves, smirks, "Ready for round two, Kelly?"
Kelly, not backing down, replies sharply, "This time, you won't see it coming."
Both women then raise their fists in a show of aggression of mutual defiance. Nina's glove hovers just below Kelly's chin while Kelly's is poised near Nina's toned, pulsing midriff. The tension is electric, with neither woman willing to be the first to break the gaze or pose.
Hours later, the sun has dipped even lower, casting long shadows across the sands of Jumeirah Beach, but the fevered pitch of the crowd still is as high as ever, with the entire venue still alive with excitement as the DJ pumps up the energy with heart-thumping tracks, and the large screens flash a montage of both fighters' career highlights.
The first to emerge is Nina Agdal. The screen displays the Danish beauty's name in big, bold, shimmering gold letters, accompanied by flashing images of her previous wins. As the first beats of her chosen track, "Confident" by Demi Lovato, blares through the speakers, Nina steps out from the back.
For her entrance, Nina dons a lightweight, golden satin robe, the hem billowing with every step. The back of the robe flaunts her name "AGDAL" in bold black letters, with its shimmering hue matching perfectly with her blonde locks, which are pulled back into a high ponytail, a few strands left to frame her face.
As Nina makes her way down the sand dunes to the elevated ring, she acknowledges her fans, sharing winks and blowing kisses. Then, once she reaches the ring, she removes her robe, revealing the same white lace lingerie set from earlier — her chosen attire for this bout. She steps up, stretches her limbs briefly, and then settles into her corner, shadowboxing to keep herself warm.
Next, the screens transition to a deep, fiery red, as Kelly Gale's montage begins. The beat switches to the powerful anthem "Run the World (Girls)" by Beyoncé, as Kelly steps into the limelight. Her entrance attire consists of a sleek, black silk robe with a high split on each side, offering tantalizing glimpses of her legs with every step. Her name, "GALE," is embroidered in silver across the back, with "GIRLS FRIDAY" below it.
Kelly's raven hair cascades down her shoulders, reflecting the red and gold lights from above. She marches down with a focused determination, her expression much more intense than Nina's, perhaps indicative of the point she feels she needs to prove.
Reaching the ringside, she casts a defiant glance towards Nina, before shedding her own robe to reveal the familiar black cotton bra and matching briefs.. Taking a deep breath, Kelly steps into the ring, jogging from one side to the other, stretching and mentally preparing herself for the fight ahead.
And with both fighters finally in the ring, all that’s left is for the official saddle to be brought out next. Both fighters continue to warm up as the cameras zoom in on the shimmering VIX saddle being carried into the arena by a gang of staff members. A symbol of both humiliation and victory, it is crafted exquisitely from soft, polished leather with the VIX logo embossed on its sides in gold.
The loser will not just face the agony of defeat but will also be subjected to the ignominy of being paraded around the ring, bearing the victor aloft, and the crowd's chatter grows only louder as the contraption is hoisted onto a nearby platform next to the ring, with both Nina and Kelly’s eyes not leaving it, with neither woman wanting to be on the underside of it.
Without further ado, there’s the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Lightweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle bout and a rematch between Agdal and Gale!
ROUND 1:
Immediately, Agdal, with the confidence of a former champion, takes control of the center. The memory of their previous bout still fresh, she moves with a swagger, peppering the air with rapid jabs, keeping Kelly on the defensive. Kelly Gale, hoping to rewrite the narrative, tries to establish her own jab, but Nina’s established reach and experience play a pivotal role early on. Every time Kelly tries to fire off a combo, Nina intercepts her with a stinging hook off the temple or a straight punch to the lips. Kelly does her best to bob and weave, later on avoiding some of Nina’s power shots, but the majority still find their mark either on her arms or body, with Agdal being relentless and targeting Gale's face, chest, and tummy. Despite Kelly's efforts to counter and weave, Nina's experience shines through for now, her punches just sailing in with more accuracy and sting. At several points, Kelly is pushed back, her back grazing the ropes, but she manages to circle out in time before Nina can rush in and capitalize. As the round progresses, Nina's confidence only grows. A particularly nasty left hook catches Kelly on the jaw, causing her to stagger to the side, and Agdal to smirk after her, letting out a taunt, "Told you it'd be easy!" By the time the bell rings, it's clear that Nina has dominated. The Vixen returns to her corner, her chest heaving slightly but with a triumphant grin on her face. Kelly, in contrast, wears a look of frustration, aware that she needs to adapt quickly if she's to change the outcome of this rematch.
ROUND 2:
But Gale isn’t about to let history repeat itself. Early on, she begins sidestepping Nina's initial jabs, utilizing her speed to avoid those long arms that dominated her in the previous round. Agdal, still riding the high of the first round, launches a quick combination to her face, aiming to assert her dominance once again. But Gale is ready this time, ducking under a particularly wild right hook and then retaliating with a crisp left jab to Agdal's cheekbone, followed by a thudding right hook off her midsection. Thus, the tone shifts dramatically, Kelly's movements looking more fluid, her punches landing sharper. Every time Nina tries to mount another offensive, Kelly expertly counters, whether it's a swift uppercut that grazes her chin just as Nina leans in, or a series of blasting hooks that find their mark on both sides of Agdal's taut tummy. The Girls Friday starlet starts cutting off the ring as Agdal retreats, pushing the Vixen further back, making her further feel the pressure. Nina, usually composed, finds herself dodging more than she's throwing, and at one point, a beautifully timed straight right from Kelly snaps her head back, and her smug grin is replaced by a grimace. But Kelly doesn't let up, continuing to work the Danish girl’s body with thudding punches, each blow punctuated by the loud “whap!!" as leather meets skin. Agdal’s attempts to reply are few and far between, with her shots lacking the venom they once had in the first round. Nearing the round's end, Gale throws another mean combination, a jab-hook combo that rocks Nina and pushes her back into the ropes. The former champion is saved only by the bell, but the message is loud and clear: Kelly Gale is here to fight!
ROUND 3:
Bell rings and Agdal doesn’t look like she’s one to be bested two rounds in a row, surging forward with determination evident in her eyes. Any residual effects from the previous round's beating are well-masked, as the former champion seeks retribution now. Kelly raises her guard, expecting a head-on onslaught. But Nina has different plans. Swiftly, she ducks low and feints high, before catching Kelly with an unexpected uppercut to the base of her chin, momentarily jolting her head back and leaving her most vulnerable. Then, Nina begins a systematic assault on Gale's exposed midsection. With each punch, you can see the muscles of Gale's waistline ripple and contract in response. Left hook, right hook, followed by more rapid lunges under the arms, Nina seems like a woman possessed on vengeance, and the thudding sounds of leather on skin fills the beach arena, as Agdal leaves no part of Gale's belly and sides untouched. Gale, winded from the sustained attack, tries to mount a defense, arms lowered and later attempting to clinch and buy some breathing space, but Nina is relentless, prying her off and continuing her body battery. Even when Kelly manages to circle out and try to reset, Nina stalks her, cutting off her movement and continually pushing her back towards the ropes. Towards the end of the round, a particularly brutal hook to the ribs makes Gale gasp audibly and fold, and Agdal, sensing the pain she’s inflicted, smirks and throws in a final salvo of punches straight into the brunette’s face, ensuring that the round has decisively swung in her favor. As the bell signals the end, both women, drenched in sweat, head to their corners. Nina, with renewed confidence, and Kelly, visibly in pain, but determined not to show it. The pendulum of the fight has swung once again, but there's no telling where it might land next!
ROUND 4:
And here in the fourth, NEITHER woman wants to give an inch, and as they both explode out of their respective corners! What ensues is nothing short of an all-out brawl, with fists flying, and leather smacking against skin! For the first few moments, it's a blur of punches, as each woman tries to outdo the other. Nina, still riding the waves from the last round, lands a series of stiff blows to Kelly’s nose and lips, but Kelly, with an equal tenacity that belies her earlier pain, manages to absorb them with courage and swiftly retaliate, a particularly powerful right cross stopping Nina in her tracks as the glove stuffs itself into the lower half of her face, momentarily stunning the Vixen. Sensing her opportunity, Kelly doubles down, and with a burst of energy, throws a rapid-fire combination both high and low, banging more fists off Nina’s head and body. The former Lightweight champ is the one being forced back, against her will, step by step, as Gale's determination and sheer force become too much to handle. And by the midpoint of the round, Nina finds herself pressed against the ropes, a position she'd successfully avoided until now, with Gale heaving hard and working over the Dane with methodical force, a combination of jabs and hooks planted into her arms and stomach to keep Nina pinned down and panting harder. The crowd, sensing the shift in momentum, gets louder, rallying behind Gale as she continues her onslaught, snapping another hook into Nina’s jawline before bowling her over with a well-placed uppercut into the folds of her tummy. Nina is saved only by the bell, even as her body lurches forward and she echoes a sharp grunt from her lips, and the respite can't come soon enough for the Vixen, who looks visibly shaken against the ropes, let alone when she finally stumbles back to her corner. In contrast, Kelly strides back to her own with a triumphant grin, fully aware that she's managed to turn the tables this round!
ROUND 5:
The atmosphere is ELECTRIC as the bell rings to start the fifth, both fighters well aware of what's at stake here. Kelly, having dominated the previous round, bounds out of her corner with the same fierce look of determination. Nina, on the other hand, although appearing shaky, shows no signs of backing down, her warrior spirit shining through. In the initial moments, Nina tries to regain some of the ground she lost, working her right jab and aiming to keep Kelly at bay. But Gale, empowered by her recent success, expertly slips past these attempts or blocks them, before swerving to the side and overhead to land a blistering hook to Agdal's temple that sends shockwaves through the arena! OUCH! Nina looks shaken as she grunts backwards, now fully aware that this rematch may not go the same way she’d intended before! Kelly’s weaving in like a serpent, before striking again and again! Another devastating combination lands flush – a jab to Nina's cheek, followed by a wicked right cross to her nose to snap her head back. The Vixen’s defenses are in disarray as Kelly forces her to backpedal, with Nina gradually being pushed towards the corner, and Kelly keeping up her precise, powerful punches to target her arms to weaken her guard, before ruthlessly focusing on the Vixen's belly and chest. Each "thud" against her taut midsection draws a grunt, and you can see the distress on the former champion's face, as Nina's breathing grows heavy, each exhalation of air accompanied by a pained grimace on her face. Yet, with her trademark tenacity, she keeps her hands high, attempting to shield her face and head. But Gale feints another high shot to her guard before delivering a thunderous hook to Nina's side, causing her to let out a sharp gasp and hunch forward slightly, her back fully driven into the turnbuckle. Kelly roars in, her gloves dancing across Nina's body like a furious storm; a stinging jab to Nina's chest, followed by hooks that target her exposed ribs, then back up top to keep Nina guessing. With Nina now cornered against the turnbuckle, her options are limited. Desperation sets in, and she tries to clinch, hoping to stall Kelly's offensive onslaught. But Gale isn’t having it! She pulls back just enough to free her arms, and then, with laser precision, sends a series of rocking uppercuts into Nina's belly, each punch sinking deeper and penetrating the Vixen's vulnerable flesh. Then, Nina’s legs tremble, and her arms start to drop, but the worst is yet to come… Kelly throws one final, devastating uppercut, driving up from the canvas and into the very base of Nina's chin. The impact is immediate and fierce, with Nina's eyes rolling back, before her entire body goes limp! She CRUMPLES to the canvas, her back sliding down the turnbuckle before she lies in a heap, down for the very first time in this intense rematch! It’s the first KNOCKDOWN of this rematch, and what a brutal one it is!
The referee immediately starts his count amidst the roar of the crowd! But the heart of a former champion won't be silenced easily. By the count of eight, Nina hauls herself up, using the ropes as support, eyes glazed but defiant. The crowd ROARS in admiration, yet Kelly, smelling blood, isn't about to let this chance slip. There’s still a minute left on the clock, however, and it’s whether Agdal can back up her boasting and come out on top!?
Once the referee has finished the count and deemed Nina fit to continue, the bell rings, resuming the intense round. Both women, fueled by determination and a mix of desperation, immediately converge at the center of the ring, crashing into each other like waves against a cliff. Their bodies press fiercely against one another as they lock into a tight clinch. Arms coil around necks, hands gripping the back of heads, their faces barely inches apart. There's an almost animalistic fury in their eyes, each trying to gain the upper hand. In this close combat, they attempt to land punches to each other's midsections, their gloves thudding against toned abs and ribcages. Wrapped up tightly, the advantage tilts initially to Nina. With a cunning glint in her eye, she manages to send a succession of powerful punches into Kelly's midsection. With each blow, the flesh of Gale's stomach quivers under the assault, the impact resonating visibly up her torso. Each strike causes Gale to lurch forward, the air expelled from her lungs in muted gasps. As Gale bends over, trying to absorb and defend against the relentless attack, Nina, with an almost predatory instinct, tugs sharply on her chin, forcing her to straighten back up. This cruel tactic is followed by yet another rapid belly shot, sinking into Kelly's toned tummy, making the brunette's body shudder. But fighters of Gale's caliber aren't easily dominated. Mustering a deep growl of determination from her throat, Kelly retaliates just as Nina is preparing for another gut punch. With a surge of strength, Gale drives a sharp, upward-moving punch directly into the pit of Nina's belly button. The impact is so sudden, so intense, that it seems to freeze time for a split second. Agdal's eyes go wide, a silent gasp escapes her lips, and her entire body visibly contracts. The unexpected uppercut has the desired effect, making Nina fold in half, her once dominant posture replaced by one of vulnerability as she gasps desperately, trying to reclaim the breath that was so violently knocked out of her. Soon, there’s an unmatched intensity on Gale's face as she SURGES forward, looking to seal the deal! Nina, still dazed but resolute, throws out more punches, attempting to keep the aggressive Gale at bay, another jarring hook gets planted to her side, which makes Agdal's body shudder. With every step Nina takes back, Kelly matches it forward, driving the Vixen back into the corner she'd just risen from. Nina, fully aware of her predicament, tries to clinch up tighter, wrapping her arms around Kelly’s shoulder to halt the barrage. For a brief moment, there's a pause, both fighters tangled in a desperate embrace, sweat dripping, breaths heavy. But Kelly, ever the tactician, finds a way. Using one arm to wrap around Nina's neck, she stabilizes the former champion and prevents her from slipping away. Then the real brutality begins. With Nina's head held firmly in her grasp, Kelly starts teeing off with her free hand: a crushing uppercut to her abdomen lifts Nina slightly off her feet, her eyes widening in surprise. Another punch, this time a hook, smashes into Nina's ribs, causing her to gasp and grunt audibly. Each blow reverberates through Agdal's body, the skin reddening upon impact, the muscles quaking from the force. Nina's attempts at defense become sluggish, her once proud guard now lowered, her stray hands trying to grab, to clinch, to find some way to stop the onslaught. But the blows keep coming, relentless. A particularly vicious body shot lands squarely in the middle of Nina's tummy, causing her to lurch forward, her face contorting in pain. Gale, sensing the end is nigh, increases her pace. Punch after punch lands, each more brutal than the last, gloves digging deeper and deeper into her trembling abs. As the assault continues and the inevitability of the end draws near, Kelly, brimming with dominance, leans in close, her lips touching Nina's reddened cheek. "Is this what you wanted, champ?" she whispers tauntingly, her breath hot against Nina's ear. Every word is punctuated by another crushing blow to Nina's midsection. "Thought you could take me?" Another punch lands. "You thought wrong." The final minute is a symphony of raw power and methodical precision. Kelly, fully in control and thoroughly enjoying her dominance, gets in close — so close that their bodies almost meld into one. With a sly grin, she drives uppercuts up into Nina's chest, each blow causing the flesh to ripple and almost bounce out of its sockets. But Kelly isn’t satisfied with just that. She alternates her attacks, and just as Nina's body recoils from a hit to the chest, sending another into the base of her chin. Each connection snaps Agdal's head back, her mouth agape, and draws a pained, almost pitiful groan from her lips. It's a systematic dismantling, both physically and mentally. Every groan, every shudder from Nina, is a victory chant for Kelly, the culmination of training, strategy, and sheer will. Her body, so proud and strong just minutes ago, leans heavily into Kelly, using her as a crutch. Her eyes are half-lidded, her breaths shallow. And as Nina's strength ebbs, Kelly's star shines even brighter. Muscling in, she uses her arms to wrap around Nina's weakened form, her hips strategically pressing into Nina's thighs, ensuring the Vixen can't crumple to the canvas just yet. It’s a move of pure dominance. Nina's arms, bereft of their usual strength, drape limply over the ropes, her body almost entirely supported by Kelly's embrace. And in this close proximity, with the crowd's roars becoming a distant hum, Kelly leans in. Her lips press softly against Nina's sweat-drenched forehead, and in a voice dripping with menace and triumph, she whispers her intentions: "You're mine now. Time for some payback," Kelly whispers, her voice dripping with a mix of sweetness and menace. With a focused glare, Kelly takes a quick breath, putting all her might behind her final blow. She pulls back and launches her right fist forward, shouting with a fierce grunt of exertion, "Haaaagh!" into the pit of Nina's belly. The impact is immediate and unmistakable. Nina's body responds reflexively, the glove sinking into her abdomen causing her eyes to widen in sheer shock. Her body lurches forward slightly, as if her very core had been rocked to its foundations. And finally, the referee, seeing Nina's rapid descent into defeat, doesn't hesitate. He steps forward, wrapping an arm around Gale to pull her away from the dazed Agdal, raising Kelly's hand high. The declaration is clear: a victory by TKO!
Official Result: Kelly Gale defeats Nina Agdal via TKO5!
AFTER:
Gale, standing tall and proud, lets out a dominant roar of triumph, every ounce of her being basking in the sweet taste of revenge. The atmosphere is electric, with the audience’s cheers creating a deafening backdrop to the scene unfolding in the ring. They’ve witnessed a true display of determination and skill, and their appreciation is evident in their ecstatic response.
Nina, however, is a stark contrast to this scene of jubilation. Her once-proud stance is now slumped, her face flushed with exertion and marred by a sheen of sweat. Every breath she takes is labored, chest heaving as if each intake is a struggle. A deep red welt is forming around her midsection, testament to the punishment she endured. Her eyes, although clouded with pain and fatigue, still glimmer with a fierce pride, even in defeat.
As the noise from the crowd reaches a crescendo, Kelly gestures emphatically towards the side of the ring. On cue, a body saddle - a testament to the dominance of the victor - is carried into the ring by two assistants. With a malicious grin, Kelly moves over to the battered Agdal, grabbing a fistful of her damp blonde hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat and forcing her to look up.
“Looks like it’s time to show everyone who’s truly on top,” Kelly sneers, her voice dripping with malice. With a rough tug, she begins dragging Nina towards the saddle, all the while continuing to taunt her fallen opponent, reminding her of every promise and threat that had been thrown around before the match. It’s clear that in this moment, Gale isn’t just content with a victory; she wants to savor every last ounce of dominance she’s rightfully earned.
Kelly wastes no time in asserting her dominance further, maneuvering the heavy leather saddle onto Nina's battered back. The Dane struggles beneath her, trying to squirm away, but every movement is met with resistance from Kelly. Using one hand to grip a thick tuft of Nina’s damp blonde hair, Kelly forces her head back, keeping her in a submissive and vulnerable position.
Agdal's face contorts in pain and humiliation, the weight of the saddle pressing down on her already sore muscles. As she attempts to shift or voice a protest, Kelly’s strong thighs clamp down on either side of her head, effectively pinning her in place. The closeness of their bodies in this position means that every breath Nina takes is hot and labored on the sides of her thighs, the scent of their combined sweat filling her nostrils.
Every time Nina musters the strength to resist or lift her head, a sharp slap from Kelly to her ass or back of the head makes her recoil. When that doesn’t suffice, Gale punctuates her dominance with swift, controlled punches to Nina’s exposed sides, each one landing with a muffled thud and drawing a pained grunt from Agdal’s lips.
The process of affixing the saddle, coupled with Gale's relentless subjugation, finally drains the remaining fight from Nina. Her eyes, once fiery and defiant, now look glazed and distant, her resistance waning with every second. As the final strap is locked into place, the arena is filled with a mix of cheers for the triumphant Gale and sympathetic murmurs for the defeated Agdal.
Then, Kelly, with a confident smirk, smoothly swings one leg over and positions herself firmly in the saddle. With every ounce of weight she adds, Nina's breath hitches, and her body sags slightly beneath the added pressure. Gripping Nina's golden locks tightly in each hand as if they were reins, Kelly gives a playful tug, signaling the fallen Dane to move. "C'mon, Nina," she taunts with a wicked gleam in her eyes, "show everyone how well you can carry your betters."
Nina can only hesitate for a brief moment, her cheeks flushed in mortification, till Kelly assertively uses her thighs and hips to squeeze her sides, like a jockey urging a horse to gallop. "Move!" Gale commands, her voice filled with authority. Reluctantly, and with a clear struggle, Nina begins to crawl forward, each step taking an eternity as she feels Kelly's triumphant weight on her back. With each buck and inch, Kelly would lean down, her lips planted close to Nina's ear, letting out a series of taunts. "That's it, keep going," she purrs.
The scene is a shocking contrast to the fierce fight that had taken place just moments earlier. The proud and defiant Nina Agdal, who had once stood toe to toe with Kelly Gale, is now reduced to nothing more than a human steed, carrying her victor around the ring in the ultimate show of dominance and submission.
Then, it’s inevitable. Her limbs tremble, her pacing slows, and with a final, desperate gasp, Nina's arms give out, causing her to collapse to the canvas. But Kelly, having reveled in her complete domination, isn't about to let the moment end so easily. Still straddling Nina's back, she leans forward, fingers tightly interlocked in Nina's hair. Then, she yanks her up, forcing Agdal's dazed face to tilt skyward, the arc of her neck painfully exposed. Nina's eyes widen in shock, as Kelly brushes her lips against her ear, every word dripping with venom and glee. "You thought you could beat me? This is what you get."
With her final taunt delivered, Kelly releases her grip, letting Nina's face crash back onto the canvas, her body splayed out in utter defeat. Gale then rises back to her feet, taking a moment to celebrate her hard-fought victory, while the fallen former champion lies motionless beneath her, boot planted in her back, a poignant reminder of the ruthlessness of this sport…
With this win, the Girls Friday stable just needs ONE more win to declare victory in this war! Can the final two Vixens put up a fight?!
Girls Friday 3-2 Vixens
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
Nina:
(30, 5’9, 121, 56:22 FCBA, VIXENs)
Kelly:
(28, 5’9, 4:7 FCBA, Girls Friday)
BEFORE:
This next press conference is situated in The Platinum Suite in downtown Dubai, and it’s abuzz with a gathering of sports journalists, photographers, and boxing enthusiasts. The opulent hall, adorned with gold-accented decor and a vast crystal chandelier overhead, is an apt setting for a clash of two high-profile models turned pugilists and potentially future rivals, with Nina Agdal and Kelly Gale having fought once back in 2021, and are now back for a rematch on one of the grandest stage of them all.
As Nina first steps onto the stage, she's dressed in a semi-formal, silver knee-length dress that hugs her statuesque frame, showing off her toned legs with matching silver stiletto heels. The dress has an asymmetrical neckline, and her blonde locks are pulled back into a tight bun. A hint of smugness is evident on her face, the memory of her previous victory over Gale still fresh in her mind.
Kelly Gale, not to be outdone, arrives next in a sophisticated black jumpsuit with a deep V-neck, displaying more than a hint of her curvaceous cleavage. The jumpsuit's tailored fit accentuates her slender waist and long legs. A gold belt acts as a statement piece, and her black hair is styled in loose waves, cascading over her shoulders. Dark stiletto pumps complete her look
The host kicks off the conference, "Ladies and gentlemen, here we have two of the most anticipated fighters in this year’s stable war! Nina Agdal represents the VIXENs and the ever-fierce Kelly Gale represents her stable, Girls Friday. And without further ado, let's open the floor for questions.”
A reporter in the front row first raises a hand, "Nina, given your previous win over Kelly, do you feel that this bout will be just as straightforward?"
Nina smirks, looking directly at Kelly as she answers, "Oh, absolutely. Kelly was an easy win back then, and I don't see how much can change in a couple of years. I hope she's been practicing, though. I'd hate for her to be an easy ride...again."
Kelly's cheeks flush at the blatant dig, but she maintains her composure, "That was back then. This is now, Nina. I've grown, learned, and trained harder than ever. Nina might be in for a rude awakening when she’s getting herself ridden across the ring."
Another journalist pipes up, "Kelly, does the 'body saddle' stipulation add more pressure given your previous loss?"
But Kelly responds, her voice laced with conviction, "If anything, it's even more motivation to win this rematch. I'm not leaving that ring without redemption tonight. Nina's going to find out what it's like to be on the losing side."
Nina chuckles, "Dream on, sweetheart. But I'll make sure to enjoy our little victory lap."
Nina and Kelly, having fielded their fair share of questions and provocations, proceed to the next segment of the conference: the official weigh-ins. The audience's murmurs quieten down at the sight of both women standing from their seats and beginning to strip down for the scales.
Nina confidently unzips her dress, letting it fall to the floor, revealing a white lace lingerie set that complements her sun-kissed skin. Her lithe, athletic frame is the result of countless hours in the gym, with defined abs hinting at her core strength. Her long legs, which have graced many a magazine cover, seem to go on forever, the culmination of a model's grace and a fighter's rigorous training.
Kelly, with an equally unwavering gaze, steps out of her jumpsuit. She's sporting a black sports bra and matching briefs, which contrast beautifully against her bronzed skin. Her physique, while just as toned as Nina's, carries a tad more muscle, especially in her arms and shoulders. It's clear that her training regime has shifted since their last fight, perhaps focusing more on power.
The scale readings confirm what everyone can see: two prime fighters at the peak of their physical prowess, with only a negligible weight difference between them. The moment the numbers are announced, the two fighters stride to the center of the stage for the official face-off. As they come nose-to-nose, their identical heights make for a striking image. Nina, her blonde hair contrasting with Kelly's raven waves, smirks, "Ready for round two, Kelly?"
Kelly, not backing down, replies sharply, "This time, you won't see it coming."
Both women then raise their fists in a show of aggression of mutual defiance. Nina's glove hovers just below Kelly's chin while Kelly's is poised near Nina's toned, pulsing midriff. The tension is electric, with neither woman willing to be the first to break the gaze or pose.
Hours later, the sun has dipped even lower, casting long shadows across the sands of Jumeirah Beach, but the fevered pitch of the crowd still is as high as ever, with the entire venue still alive with excitement as the DJ pumps up the energy with heart-thumping tracks, and the large screens flash a montage of both fighters' career highlights.
The first to emerge is Nina Agdal. The screen displays the Danish beauty's name in big, bold, shimmering gold letters, accompanied by flashing images of her previous wins. As the first beats of her chosen track, "Confident" by Demi Lovato, blares through the speakers, Nina steps out from the back.
For her entrance, Nina dons a lightweight, golden satin robe, the hem billowing with every step. The back of the robe flaunts her name "AGDAL" in bold black letters, with its shimmering hue matching perfectly with her blonde locks, which are pulled back into a high ponytail, a few strands left to frame her face.
As Nina makes her way down the sand dunes to the elevated ring, she acknowledges her fans, sharing winks and blowing kisses. Then, once she reaches the ring, she removes her robe, revealing the same white lace lingerie set from earlier — her chosen attire for this bout. She steps up, stretches her limbs briefly, and then settles into her corner, shadowboxing to keep herself warm.
Next, the screens transition to a deep, fiery red, as Kelly Gale's montage begins. The beat switches to the powerful anthem "Run the World (Girls)" by Beyoncé, as Kelly steps into the limelight. Her entrance attire consists of a sleek, black silk robe with a high split on each side, offering tantalizing glimpses of her legs with every step. Her name, "GALE," is embroidered in silver across the back, with "GIRLS FRIDAY" below it.
Kelly's raven hair cascades down her shoulders, reflecting the red and gold lights from above. She marches down with a focused determination, her expression much more intense than Nina's, perhaps indicative of the point she feels she needs to prove.
Reaching the ringside, she casts a defiant glance towards Nina, before shedding her own robe to reveal the familiar black cotton bra and matching briefs.. Taking a deep breath, Kelly steps into the ring, jogging from one side to the other, stretching and mentally preparing herself for the fight ahead.
And with both fighters finally in the ring, all that’s left is for the official saddle to be brought out next. Both fighters continue to warm up as the cameras zoom in on the shimmering VIX saddle being carried into the arena by a gang of staff members. A symbol of both humiliation and victory, it is crafted exquisitely from soft, polished leather with the VIX logo embossed on its sides in gold.
The loser will not just face the agony of defeat but will also be subjected to the ignominy of being paraded around the ring, bearing the victor aloft, and the crowd's chatter grows only louder as the contraption is hoisted onto a nearby platform next to the ring, with both Nina and Kelly’s eyes not leaving it, with neither woman wanting to be on the underside of it.
Without further ado, there’s the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Lightweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle bout and a rematch between Agdal and Gale!
ROUND 1:
Immediately, Agdal, with the confidence of a former champion, takes control of the center. The memory of their previous bout still fresh, she moves with a swagger, peppering the air with rapid jabs, keeping Kelly on the defensive. Kelly Gale, hoping to rewrite the narrative, tries to establish her own jab, but Nina’s established reach and experience play a pivotal role early on. Every time Kelly tries to fire off a combo, Nina intercepts her with a stinging hook off the temple or a straight punch to the lips. Kelly does her best to bob and weave, later on avoiding some of Nina’s power shots, but the majority still find their mark either on her arms or body, with Agdal being relentless and targeting Gale's face, chest, and tummy. Despite Kelly's efforts to counter and weave, Nina's experience shines through for now, her punches just sailing in with more accuracy and sting. At several points, Kelly is pushed back, her back grazing the ropes, but she manages to circle out in time before Nina can rush in and capitalize. As the round progresses, Nina's confidence only grows. A particularly nasty left hook catches Kelly on the jaw, causing her to stagger to the side, and Agdal to smirk after her, letting out a taunt, "Told you it'd be easy!" By the time the bell rings, it's clear that Nina has dominated. The Vixen returns to her corner, her chest heaving slightly but with a triumphant grin on her face. Kelly, in contrast, wears a look of frustration, aware that she needs to adapt quickly if she's to change the outcome of this rematch.
ROUND 2:
But Gale isn’t about to let history repeat itself. Early on, she begins sidestepping Nina's initial jabs, utilizing her speed to avoid those long arms that dominated her in the previous round. Agdal, still riding the high of the first round, launches a quick combination to her face, aiming to assert her dominance once again. But Gale is ready this time, ducking under a particularly wild right hook and then retaliating with a crisp left jab to Agdal's cheekbone, followed by a thudding right hook off her midsection. Thus, the tone shifts dramatically, Kelly's movements looking more fluid, her punches landing sharper. Every time Nina tries to mount another offensive, Kelly expertly counters, whether it's a swift uppercut that grazes her chin just as Nina leans in, or a series of blasting hooks that find their mark on both sides of Agdal's taut tummy. The Girls Friday starlet starts cutting off the ring as Agdal retreats, pushing the Vixen further back, making her further feel the pressure. Nina, usually composed, finds herself dodging more than she's throwing, and at one point, a beautifully timed straight right from Kelly snaps her head back, and her smug grin is replaced by a grimace. But Kelly doesn't let up, continuing to work the Danish girl’s body with thudding punches, each blow punctuated by the loud “whap!!" as leather meets skin. Agdal’s attempts to reply are few and far between, with her shots lacking the venom they once had in the first round. Nearing the round's end, Gale throws another mean combination, a jab-hook combo that rocks Nina and pushes her back into the ropes. The former champion is saved only by the bell, but the message is loud and clear: Kelly Gale is here to fight!
ROUND 3:
Bell rings and Agdal doesn’t look like she’s one to be bested two rounds in a row, surging forward with determination evident in her eyes. Any residual effects from the previous round's beating are well-masked, as the former champion seeks retribution now. Kelly raises her guard, expecting a head-on onslaught. But Nina has different plans. Swiftly, she ducks low and feints high, before catching Kelly with an unexpected uppercut to the base of her chin, momentarily jolting her head back and leaving her most vulnerable. Then, Nina begins a systematic assault on Gale's exposed midsection. With each punch, you can see the muscles of Gale's waistline ripple and contract in response. Left hook, right hook, followed by more rapid lunges under the arms, Nina seems like a woman possessed on vengeance, and the thudding sounds of leather on skin fills the beach arena, as Agdal leaves no part of Gale's belly and sides untouched. Gale, winded from the sustained attack, tries to mount a defense, arms lowered and later attempting to clinch and buy some breathing space, but Nina is relentless, prying her off and continuing her body battery. Even when Kelly manages to circle out and try to reset, Nina stalks her, cutting off her movement and continually pushing her back towards the ropes. Towards the end of the round, a particularly brutal hook to the ribs makes Gale gasp audibly and fold, and Agdal, sensing the pain she’s inflicted, smirks and throws in a final salvo of punches straight into the brunette’s face, ensuring that the round has decisively swung in her favor. As the bell signals the end, both women, drenched in sweat, head to their corners. Nina, with renewed confidence, and Kelly, visibly in pain, but determined not to show it. The pendulum of the fight has swung once again, but there's no telling where it might land next!
ROUND 4:
And here in the fourth, NEITHER woman wants to give an inch, and as they both explode out of their respective corners! What ensues is nothing short of an all-out brawl, with fists flying, and leather smacking against skin! For the first few moments, it's a blur of punches, as each woman tries to outdo the other. Nina, still riding the waves from the last round, lands a series of stiff blows to Kelly’s nose and lips, but Kelly, with an equal tenacity that belies her earlier pain, manages to absorb them with courage and swiftly retaliate, a particularly powerful right cross stopping Nina in her tracks as the glove stuffs itself into the lower half of her face, momentarily stunning the Vixen. Sensing her opportunity, Kelly doubles down, and with a burst of energy, throws a rapid-fire combination both high and low, banging more fists off Nina’s head and body. The former Lightweight champ is the one being forced back, against her will, step by step, as Gale's determination and sheer force become too much to handle. And by the midpoint of the round, Nina finds herself pressed against the ropes, a position she'd successfully avoided until now, with Gale heaving hard and working over the Dane with methodical force, a combination of jabs and hooks planted into her arms and stomach to keep Nina pinned down and panting harder. The crowd, sensing the shift in momentum, gets louder, rallying behind Gale as she continues her onslaught, snapping another hook into Nina’s jawline before bowling her over with a well-placed uppercut into the folds of her tummy. Nina is saved only by the bell, even as her body lurches forward and she echoes a sharp grunt from her lips, and the respite can't come soon enough for the Vixen, who looks visibly shaken against the ropes, let alone when she finally stumbles back to her corner. In contrast, Kelly strides back to her own with a triumphant grin, fully aware that she's managed to turn the tables this round!
ROUND 5:
The atmosphere is ELECTRIC as the bell rings to start the fifth, both fighters well aware of what's at stake here. Kelly, having dominated the previous round, bounds out of her corner with the same fierce look of determination. Nina, on the other hand, although appearing shaky, shows no signs of backing down, her warrior spirit shining through. In the initial moments, Nina tries to regain some of the ground she lost, working her right jab and aiming to keep Kelly at bay. But Gale, empowered by her recent success, expertly slips past these attempts or blocks them, before swerving to the side and overhead to land a blistering hook to Agdal's temple that sends shockwaves through the arena! OUCH! Nina looks shaken as she grunts backwards, now fully aware that this rematch may not go the same way she’d intended before! Kelly’s weaving in like a serpent, before striking again and again! Another devastating combination lands flush – a jab to Nina's cheek, followed by a wicked right cross to her nose to snap her head back. The Vixen’s defenses are in disarray as Kelly forces her to backpedal, with Nina gradually being pushed towards the corner, and Kelly keeping up her precise, powerful punches to target her arms to weaken her guard, before ruthlessly focusing on the Vixen's belly and chest. Each "thud" against her taut midsection draws a grunt, and you can see the distress on the former champion's face, as Nina's breathing grows heavy, each exhalation of air accompanied by a pained grimace on her face. Yet, with her trademark tenacity, she keeps her hands high, attempting to shield her face and head. But Gale feints another high shot to her guard before delivering a thunderous hook to Nina's side, causing her to let out a sharp gasp and hunch forward slightly, her back fully driven into the turnbuckle. Kelly roars in, her gloves dancing across Nina's body like a furious storm; a stinging jab to Nina's chest, followed by hooks that target her exposed ribs, then back up top to keep Nina guessing. With Nina now cornered against the turnbuckle, her options are limited. Desperation sets in, and she tries to clinch, hoping to stall Kelly's offensive onslaught. But Gale isn’t having it! She pulls back just enough to free her arms, and then, with laser precision, sends a series of rocking uppercuts into Nina's belly, each punch sinking deeper and penetrating the Vixen's vulnerable flesh. Then, Nina’s legs tremble, and her arms start to drop, but the worst is yet to come… Kelly throws one final, devastating uppercut, driving up from the canvas and into the very base of Nina's chin. The impact is immediate and fierce, with Nina's eyes rolling back, before her entire body goes limp! She CRUMPLES to the canvas, her back sliding down the turnbuckle before she lies in a heap, down for the very first time in this intense rematch! It’s the first KNOCKDOWN of this rematch, and what a brutal one it is!
The referee immediately starts his count amidst the roar of the crowd! But the heart of a former champion won't be silenced easily. By the count of eight, Nina hauls herself up, using the ropes as support, eyes glazed but defiant. The crowd ROARS in admiration, yet Kelly, smelling blood, isn't about to let this chance slip. There’s still a minute left on the clock, however, and it’s whether Agdal can back up her boasting and come out on top!?
Once the referee has finished the count and deemed Nina fit to continue, the bell rings, resuming the intense round. Both women, fueled by determination and a mix of desperation, immediately converge at the center of the ring, crashing into each other like waves against a cliff. Their bodies press fiercely against one another as they lock into a tight clinch. Arms coil around necks, hands gripping the back of heads, their faces barely inches apart. There's an almost animalistic fury in their eyes, each trying to gain the upper hand. In this close combat, they attempt to land punches to each other's midsections, their gloves thudding against toned abs and ribcages. Wrapped up tightly, the advantage tilts initially to Nina. With a cunning glint in her eye, she manages to send a succession of powerful punches into Kelly's midsection. With each blow, the flesh of Gale's stomach quivers under the assault, the impact resonating visibly up her torso. Each strike causes Gale to lurch forward, the air expelled from her lungs in muted gasps. As Gale bends over, trying to absorb and defend against the relentless attack, Nina, with an almost predatory instinct, tugs sharply on her chin, forcing her to straighten back up. This cruel tactic is followed by yet another rapid belly shot, sinking into Kelly's toned tummy, making the brunette's body shudder. But fighters of Gale's caliber aren't easily dominated. Mustering a deep growl of determination from her throat, Kelly retaliates just as Nina is preparing for another gut punch. With a surge of strength, Gale drives a sharp, upward-moving punch directly into the pit of Nina's belly button. The impact is so sudden, so intense, that it seems to freeze time for a split second. Agdal's eyes go wide, a silent gasp escapes her lips, and her entire body visibly contracts. The unexpected uppercut has the desired effect, making Nina fold in half, her once dominant posture replaced by one of vulnerability as she gasps desperately, trying to reclaim the breath that was so violently knocked out of her. Soon, there’s an unmatched intensity on Gale's face as she SURGES forward, looking to seal the deal! Nina, still dazed but resolute, throws out more punches, attempting to keep the aggressive Gale at bay, another jarring hook gets planted to her side, which makes Agdal's body shudder. With every step Nina takes back, Kelly matches it forward, driving the Vixen back into the corner she'd just risen from. Nina, fully aware of her predicament, tries to clinch up tighter, wrapping her arms around Kelly’s shoulder to halt the barrage. For a brief moment, there's a pause, both fighters tangled in a desperate embrace, sweat dripping, breaths heavy. But Kelly, ever the tactician, finds a way. Using one arm to wrap around Nina's neck, she stabilizes the former champion and prevents her from slipping away. Then the real brutality begins. With Nina's head held firmly in her grasp, Kelly starts teeing off with her free hand: a crushing uppercut to her abdomen lifts Nina slightly off her feet, her eyes widening in surprise. Another punch, this time a hook, smashes into Nina's ribs, causing her to gasp and grunt audibly. Each blow reverberates through Agdal's body, the skin reddening upon impact, the muscles quaking from the force. Nina's attempts at defense become sluggish, her once proud guard now lowered, her stray hands trying to grab, to clinch, to find some way to stop the onslaught. But the blows keep coming, relentless. A particularly vicious body shot lands squarely in the middle of Nina's tummy, causing her to lurch forward, her face contorting in pain. Gale, sensing the end is nigh, increases her pace. Punch after punch lands, each more brutal than the last, gloves digging deeper and deeper into her trembling abs. As the assault continues and the inevitability of the end draws near, Kelly, brimming with dominance, leans in close, her lips touching Nina's reddened cheek. "Is this what you wanted, champ?" she whispers tauntingly, her breath hot against Nina's ear. Every word is punctuated by another crushing blow to Nina's midsection. "Thought you could take me?" Another punch lands. "You thought wrong." The final minute is a symphony of raw power and methodical precision. Kelly, fully in control and thoroughly enjoying her dominance, gets in close — so close that their bodies almost meld into one. With a sly grin, she drives uppercuts up into Nina's chest, each blow causing the flesh to ripple and almost bounce out of its sockets. But Kelly isn’t satisfied with just that. She alternates her attacks, and just as Nina's body recoils from a hit to the chest, sending another into the base of her chin. Each connection snaps Agdal's head back, her mouth agape, and draws a pained, almost pitiful groan from her lips. It's a systematic dismantling, both physically and mentally. Every groan, every shudder from Nina, is a victory chant for Kelly, the culmination of training, strategy, and sheer will. Her body, so proud and strong just minutes ago, leans heavily into Kelly, using her as a crutch. Her eyes are half-lidded, her breaths shallow. And as Nina's strength ebbs, Kelly's star shines even brighter. Muscling in, she uses her arms to wrap around Nina's weakened form, her hips strategically pressing into Nina's thighs, ensuring the Vixen can't crumple to the canvas just yet. It’s a move of pure dominance. Nina's arms, bereft of their usual strength, drape limply over the ropes, her body almost entirely supported by Kelly's embrace. And in this close proximity, with the crowd's roars becoming a distant hum, Kelly leans in. Her lips press softly against Nina's sweat-drenched forehead, and in a voice dripping with menace and triumph, she whispers her intentions: "You're mine now. Time for some payback," Kelly whispers, her voice dripping with a mix of sweetness and menace. With a focused glare, Kelly takes a quick breath, putting all her might behind her final blow. She pulls back and launches her right fist forward, shouting with a fierce grunt of exertion, "Haaaagh!" into the pit of Nina's belly. The impact is immediate and unmistakable. Nina's body responds reflexively, the glove sinking into her abdomen causing her eyes to widen in sheer shock. Her body lurches forward slightly, as if her very core had been rocked to its foundations. And finally, the referee, seeing Nina's rapid descent into defeat, doesn't hesitate. He steps forward, wrapping an arm around Gale to pull her away from the dazed Agdal, raising Kelly's hand high. The declaration is clear: a victory by TKO!
Official Result: Kelly Gale defeats Nina Agdal via TKO5!
AFTER:
Gale, standing tall and proud, lets out a dominant roar of triumph, every ounce of her being basking in the sweet taste of revenge. The atmosphere is electric, with the audience’s cheers creating a deafening backdrop to the scene unfolding in the ring. They’ve witnessed a true display of determination and skill, and their appreciation is evident in their ecstatic response.
Nina, however, is a stark contrast to this scene of jubilation. Her once-proud stance is now slumped, her face flushed with exertion and marred by a sheen of sweat. Every breath she takes is labored, chest heaving as if each intake is a struggle. A deep red welt is forming around her midsection, testament to the punishment she endured. Her eyes, although clouded with pain and fatigue, still glimmer with a fierce pride, even in defeat.
As the noise from the crowd reaches a crescendo, Kelly gestures emphatically towards the side of the ring. On cue, a body saddle - a testament to the dominance of the victor - is carried into the ring by two assistants. With a malicious grin, Kelly moves over to the battered Agdal, grabbing a fistful of her damp blonde hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat and forcing her to look up.
“Looks like it’s time to show everyone who’s truly on top,” Kelly sneers, her voice dripping with malice. With a rough tug, she begins dragging Nina towards the saddle, all the while continuing to taunt her fallen opponent, reminding her of every promise and threat that had been thrown around before the match. It’s clear that in this moment, Gale isn’t just content with a victory; she wants to savor every last ounce of dominance she’s rightfully earned.
Kelly wastes no time in asserting her dominance further, maneuvering the heavy leather saddle onto Nina's battered back. The Dane struggles beneath her, trying to squirm away, but every movement is met with resistance from Kelly. Using one hand to grip a thick tuft of Nina’s damp blonde hair, Kelly forces her head back, keeping her in a submissive and vulnerable position.
Agdal's face contorts in pain and humiliation, the weight of the saddle pressing down on her already sore muscles. As she attempts to shift or voice a protest, Kelly’s strong thighs clamp down on either side of her head, effectively pinning her in place. The closeness of their bodies in this position means that every breath Nina takes is hot and labored on the sides of her thighs, the scent of their combined sweat filling her nostrils.
Every time Nina musters the strength to resist or lift her head, a sharp slap from Kelly to her ass or back of the head makes her recoil. When that doesn’t suffice, Gale punctuates her dominance with swift, controlled punches to Nina’s exposed sides, each one landing with a muffled thud and drawing a pained grunt from Agdal’s lips.
The process of affixing the saddle, coupled with Gale's relentless subjugation, finally drains the remaining fight from Nina. Her eyes, once fiery and defiant, now look glazed and distant, her resistance waning with every second. As the final strap is locked into place, the arena is filled with a mix of cheers for the triumphant Gale and sympathetic murmurs for the defeated Agdal.
Then, Kelly, with a confident smirk, smoothly swings one leg over and positions herself firmly in the saddle. With every ounce of weight she adds, Nina's breath hitches, and her body sags slightly beneath the added pressure. Gripping Nina's golden locks tightly in each hand as if they were reins, Kelly gives a playful tug, signaling the fallen Dane to move. "C'mon, Nina," she taunts with a wicked gleam in her eyes, "show everyone how well you can carry your betters."
Nina can only hesitate for a brief moment, her cheeks flushed in mortification, till Kelly assertively uses her thighs and hips to squeeze her sides, like a jockey urging a horse to gallop. "Move!" Gale commands, her voice filled with authority. Reluctantly, and with a clear struggle, Nina begins to crawl forward, each step taking an eternity as she feels Kelly's triumphant weight on her back. With each buck and inch, Kelly would lean down, her lips planted close to Nina's ear, letting out a series of taunts. "That's it, keep going," she purrs.
The scene is a shocking contrast to the fierce fight that had taken place just moments earlier. The proud and defiant Nina Agdal, who had once stood toe to toe with Kelly Gale, is now reduced to nothing more than a human steed, carrying her victor around the ring in the ultimate show of dominance and submission.
Then, it’s inevitable. Her limbs tremble, her pacing slows, and with a final, desperate gasp, Nina's arms give out, causing her to collapse to the canvas. But Kelly, having reveled in her complete domination, isn't about to let the moment end so easily. Still straddling Nina's back, she leans forward, fingers tightly interlocked in Nina's hair. Then, she yanks her up, forcing Agdal's dazed face to tilt skyward, the arc of her neck painfully exposed. Nina's eyes widen in shock, as Kelly brushes her lips against her ear, every word dripping with venom and glee. "You thought you could beat me? This is what you get."
With her final taunt delivered, Kelly releases her grip, letting Nina's face crash back onto the canvas, her body splayed out in utter defeat. Gale then rises back to her feet, taking a moment to celebrate her hard-fought victory, while the fallen former champion lies motionless beneath her, boot planted in her back, a poignant reminder of the ruthlessness of this sport…
With this win, the Girls Friday stable just needs ONE more win to declare victory in this war! Can the final two Vixens put up a fight?!
Girls Friday 3-2 Vixens
