1. Madison Beer vs. Saffron Sharpe
Nov 18, 2023 8:41:48 GMT -6
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Post by caspian on Nov 18, 2023 8:41:48 GMT -6
VIX: Black-eyed @ The Gothic Theatre (Denver, CO)
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
1. Madison Beer vs. Saffron Sharpe
Madison:
(24, 5’5, 16:14 FCBA, Free Agent)
Saffron:
(26, 5’8, 2:0 FCBA, Free Agent)
BEFORE:
The Gothic Theatre, a historic venue in Denver, Colorado, is buzzing with anticipation as members of the press and eager fans gather for the pre-fight press conference. The grand stage is set with a huge backdrop, highlighting the event's title and date. The center spotlights illuminate two seats on the stage, awaiting the main attractions of the evening - Madison Beer and Saffron Sharpe.
Beer, 24, steps onto the stage first. The 5'5" singer and now boxer showcases her stunning features, her long, wavy brown hair framing a face adorned with deep-set eyes and plump lips. She's dressed in a stylish, yet sporty ensemble - perhaps a nod to her dual life as an artist and a fighter.
Sharpe, 26, follows suit, standing tall at 5'8". The Singaporean influencer-turned-boxer showcases her tanned and athletic physique. Her dark, sleek hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, accentuating her sharp features and almond-shaped eyes. Her outfit screams modern chic, fitting for someone with her fashion-forward reputation.
A murmur of cameras clicking and journalists whispering fills the theatre as the two women take their seats. Madison takes the mic first, "It's great to be here in Denver. Last time out, I faced Natalie Portman, and while it didn't go my way, every fight is a learning experience. I've taken those lessons and have been working twice as hard for this fight."
Saffron, confidently leaning back in her chair, interjects, "While Madison was learning her lessons, I was busy dishing them out. Lily Chee found that out the hard way. No disrespect to Madison, but come fight night, she'll understand why I'm the one to watch."
Madison smirks, "Natalie's in a different league, Saffron. If you think your win over Lily puts you on par with someone like Portman, you're mistaken. But don't worry, I'll be more than happy to give you a reality check."
Saffron raises an eyebrow, "We'll see. I respect your passion and your journey in this sport. But this is my time. Denver's about to witness the rise of Saffron Sharpe."
The press conference concludes, but the energy in the room doesn't dissipate. Instead, it grows, as Madison Beer and Saffron Sharpe are directed towards the center of the stage for the traditional staredown.
Madison steps forward first, her brown eyes locked onto Saffron. Her stance is defiant, chin raised slightly in a display of sheer cockiness. She curls her hand into a fist, raising it slowly to just inches away from Saffron’s face, as if daring her to flinch. Saffron, ever the competitor, refuses to back down. She mirrors Madison's defiant stance, standing tall with her shoulders squared. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she too forms a fist, lifting it and placing it alarmingly close to Madison's toned midsection.
Madison's brown eyes narrow slightly, glancing down at the fist that Saffron daringly places near her midsection. There's a slight twitch in her lips, hinting at a smirk, as if she's silently telling Saffron that such intimidation tactics won't work on her. Then, she responds by ever-so-slightly pushing her abs forward, pressing them against Saffron's fist, making it clear that she's unafraid.
Before the situation can escalate any further, fight officials swiftly step in, grabbing hold of each fighter's arm and deftly steering them toward their respective corners of the room. Both fighters throw lingering glares over their shoulders as they head backstage for the final prep.
24 hours later, the Gothic Theatre, an iconic Denver landmark, boasts a unique charm tonight. The normally dark, vintage interior is now transformed, with spotlights crisscrossing the venue, lighting up the ornate Gothic architectural details in shades of electric blue and fiery red. The hauntingly beautiful, arched windows cast soft, diffused light onto the ring, which is positioned center stage. The crowd, a mix of die-hard fans, journalists, and curious onlookers, pack into every available space.
First to make her entrance is Madison Beer. She emerges from behind the curtains, wearing silver boxing shorts that shimmer under the spotlights, paired with a black sports bra. The ensemble highlights her toned physique and lends her a sleek, dangerous look. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, allowing full view of her determined, smoky-eyed expression. She strides confidently down the ramp, every step in sync with the thumping beat, occasionally throwing mock punches into the air, amping up the crowd even more.
Not to be outdone, Saffron Sharpe's entrance is equally, if not more, dramatic. The theatre is momentarily plunged into darkness. Then, a haunting melody starts playing, signaling her arrival. Spotlights focus on the entrance, revealing Saffron, donned in black high-waisted boxing shorts, accented with gold, and a matching black sports bra, revealing her lean, tall figure. Her golden-brown hair cascades down her back in loose waves, adding an almost ethereal quality to her fierce look. Every now and then, she stops to engage with the crowd, flexing her muscles and throwing a teasing smirk.
Both fighters, now in the ring, circle, their eyes never leaving the other. The referee signals for the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1:
The bell rings, and immediately Beer comes in hot. With a determined glint in her smoky eyes, she zeroes in on Sharpe's midsection, closing the distance between them with both fists up and ready to snap forward. Before Saffron can mount a solid defense, Beer's fists are already hard at work, pounding fiercely into Sharpe's belly. The impact of each punch can be heard throughout the theater, the smacking sound of glove meeting skin echoing with grim satisfaction. Left, then right, then a sharp uppercut - Madison's focus on Saffron's midsection continues unabated, as the eager gloves snap into tummy flesh and force grunts from the Singaporean’s lips. Saffron's usually fierce expression starts to show the first signs of distress, her face contorting with each successive blow. She tries to shield herself, her arms moving in a frantic attempt to block Madison's assault, but Beer's aggression and speed make it hard to deflect each and every punch. The gold accents on Saffron's shorts glisten and bunch up under the spotlights, painting a stark contrast to the grimace of discomfort on her face. But late in the round, as Madison overcommits to another swing, inwards, Saffron spies an opening. With a mighty swish high, she connects a hook directly to Beer's temple, the blow sending Madison reeling back, looking momentarily disoriented! Despite this late surge by Saffron, it's clear who's dominated the opening round. By the bell, Sharpe is visibly wincing, clutching her sides and taking some deep gulps of breath, feeling the effects of Madison's targeted onslaught on her tummy. Madison, for her part, heads back to her corner with a smirk, aware of the damage she's inflicted.
ROUND 2:
And it’s Sharpe who emerges with a fire in her eyes! She looks determined to reassert herself after that punishing first round, and the slight bruises on her toned midsection bear testament to the ferocity of Beer's earlier assault. Without hesitation, she closes in on Madison, using her height and reach to her advantage to hound Beer to the guard before rocking a straight shot to the singer’s body, followed by another, and then another fist simply driven past the arms and cleanly into her frame. Each blow sends a jolt of shock through Beer, and she's soon pushed into the ropes, wincing and hugging her body. The once defiant Madison finds herself cornered, with Saffron’s fists launching inwards like pistons, testing her defenses and pushing her to the brink of going down early. But Beer has learned much since her debut all those years ago. Indeed, the rumors have swirled about her next opportunity after getting released by her previous stable, and no doubt she’s learned a thing or two by sparring with some of the Vixens backstage. She fires back with her punches, aiming for both Saffron's chin and stomach to keep her guessing, with their exchanges becoming a mesmerizing, brutal dance of short, snappy jabs that shock through both their frames. The fierceness of the exchange has both fighters visibly breathing hard, with their hair flying wildly, faces contorted with the desire for payback. Late in the round, Saffron lands a particularly nasty punch to Madison's solar plexus, making her gasp audibly and stumble back, but Beer soon retaliates with a sharp jab combo to the blonde’s incoming jaw, making her own head snap back. By the time the bell sounds, it's clear that Saffron has taken it, as they head back to corners, chests heaving, readying themselves for the next round of combat.
ROUND 3:
Bell rings and neither Beer nor Sharpe wants to give any ground, and it shows! Immediately, the two fighters lock onto each other in a fierce embrace, throwing everything they've got into their punches. It's a full-blown brawl in the center of the ring, with both trying desperately to gain the upper hand and pin their opponent against the ropes. Saffron, with her superior height and size, seems to have a natural advantage in these close quarters, forcefully thrusting an elbow into Beer’s chest or windpipe to pin her to the ropes. Madison finds herself in a most undesirable position, her back pinned and her brunette tresses, damp with exertion, forming a curtain over her furrowed brow, as Sharpe's fists begin to rain into her midsection, each punch finding its mark, making Madison's toned abs flex and shudder upon impact. The initial blows see her body jolt inwards, the sheer force pushing her deeper and deeper into the ropes, and with each successive punch, there's a visible contortion of her midriff, with her breaths coming out in sharp, staggered gasps, making her chest heave and ribs strain. Her arms, which initially tried to guard her face, are instinctively lowered in a futile attempt to shield her stomach. Her legs wobble momentarily, the strain of absorbing the blows evident in the slight buckle of her knees. But amidst this onslaught, her eyes never leave Sharpe's, defiantly challenging her opponent’s. The raucous crowd's reactions amplify with every thud of glove on flesh, but all Madison can hear is the pounding of her own heart in her chest and the resounding echoes of Sharpe's fists making contact with her body. But Beer holds on, using her arms to wrap around and immobilize Sharpes’ and shoulders, and with a quick, agile shift of her hips and a forceful shove against Sharpe's shoulders, Madison turns the tables, rotating the Singaporean fighter around with surprising speed, and positioning the taller girl against the ropes instead with her shorter but stockier figure. Beer then narrows her eyes, focusing intently on paying her back: her first is a vicious right hook that lands squarely on Sharpe's left side, making her ribs compress with the force of the blow and causing her tummy flesh to ripple outwards, her center core sinking under the pressure of the glove. Then, another left hand drills into the solar plexus, forcing a guttural grunt from Saffron’s lips as the air is driven out of her lungs. Another punch, this time a brutal uppercut, slides in and under Sharpe's guard, targeting the pit of her stomach, making her abdomen crumple and fold. With each blow, Saffron's body jerks and jolts, her toned abs distorting under the onslaught, betraying the pain she's enduring in just her second fight. Sharpe's legs, once firm and grounded, begin to wobble, her knees threatening to give way, and her head dips, her chin inching closer to her chest with every blow. Madison has demonstrated her own capability to punish her foes using her power, watching with savage satisfaction as Sharpe gasps, groans, and reels from the ferocity of her counterattack. Finally, at the bell, both women are pulled off each other by the referee, with the judges having their work cut out for them this time, and forced to give this round a draw!
ROUND 4:
With each round, the stakes grow only higher, and both fighters seem acutely aware of it. Beer, with her brunette locks re-pulled back into a tight ponytail, and Sharpe, her taller frame towering over her, square off once more in the center. Saffron is the first to strike, wanting payback and moving in with purpose, begins to hound Beer across the ring with powerful swings towards her head. Her punches have force behind them, and Madison feels every impact that lands on her forearms, even after successfully blocking a majority. The Denver crowd roars as Saffron lands another series of straight jabs and crosses to Madison's head and body, pushing the shorter girl back step-by-step. But Madison is no pushover herself. Realizing she's in danger of getting trapped against the ropes again, she plants her feet firmly and pivots, tossing a straight hand right back into Saffron's face to shock her backwards. The crowd gasps - it's a piercing shot that momentarily freezes Sharpe in her tracks! Beer then follows it up with a quick succession of jabs and hooks that pound into her arms and body, and by the time the bell rings, it’s clear that Madison has edged out the win, having landed the heavier blows and forcing her opponent to fight more defensively.
ROUND 5:
The lights illuminate the sweat on the fighters' skin, and the audience can almost feel the determination radiating from their heaving chests, as both ladies march right back into the fray! However, right from the get-go, it's evident that Saffron is running out of steam. Perhaps it's the adrenaline dump from the previous rounds, or the sheer exhaustion from the power shots she exerted earlier on. Whatever it is, Madison spots her weakness, and with a hungry gleam in her eyes, starts to press her advantage. Quick as a whip, Madison lands a beautifully timed straight right that targets the vulnerable spot on Saffron's jawline. The punch slips through the Singaporean’s defenses when she wasn’t paying attention, and Sharpe's eyes momentarily glaze over as the blow half-disappears into her face, with the momentum from the punch, coupled with her fatigue, seeing her stumble a couple of steps back before CRUMPLING DOWN onto the mat! It’s a shocking KNOCKDOWN for Maddy Beer, as the rest of the arena reacts in a wave of hushed silence, before a deafening ROAR thunders through the cheap seats! Beer has defied the odds and pummeled her way to victory, rocking Sharpe’s larger and taller frame all the way down! And now, it’s only a question of whether Sharpe has the will to get back up and continue the fight!
The referee begins the count, and while many already believe it's over, Saffron proves her mettle here, gritting her teeth and using the ropes for support, pulling her aching body up by the count of 8. A dazed expression is still clear on her face, however, with a gleam that it’s not done yet! But there’s still two minutes left on the clock, which she will have to survive before making it to the next round!
However, Madison smells blood in the water and isn't about to let her chances of winning slip away either. The bell rings to resume the round, and HERE SHE COMES! With a warcry, she corners a faltering Sharpe against the ropes, and then,with a vicious barrage, targets Saffron's already battered body. A right glove is clenched tight as a haymaker hurls into Sharpe's side with an audible thud, driven deep into the meat of her ribs. There’s a visible shockwave that travels through Saffron's body, before another step-in uppercut drills into her midsection, causing her belly to momentarily fold around the glove, the force causing Sharpe to gasp and lurch forward, her torso crumpling as she tries to protect herself from the onslaught. Pinned to the ropes, Madison's attack becomes relentless, alternating between hooks and uppercuts around and through the faltering arms, just zoning in on the tender areas of Sharpe's abdomen and ribs, each punch driving the breath entirely from Saffron’s lips, forcing strained, choked sounds from her with every blow. Each punch causes her frame to jerk, shudder, and sway, the bigger blonde’s once-defiant posture wilting as she starts to collapse under the barrage. Her abs, which once resisted, now begin to give way, quivering with each successive punch, betraying the hurt she’s enduring. Her legs, previously her sturdy pillars, start to tremble and falter, and her arms, which once shielded her, soon drop limply to each of her sides, offering less and less defense against Madison's fury. Her head, previously held high, now lolls forward, strands of her sweat-drenched hair sticking to her face, obscuring her pained expressions. It becomes painfully clear that Saffron is living on borrowed time! And finally, as Madison lands yet another crushing blow to the center of Sharpe’s gut, forcing an agonized cry from her lips, the referee finally steps in! With a protective arm wrapped around Saffron, he signals the end of this bout, saving one fighter from any further punishment! And it’s OVER via TKO5!
Official Result: Madison Beer defeats Saffron Sharpe via TKO5!
AFTER:
The arena vibrates with the roaring approval of the fans, as Madison Beer, her face formed with fierce triumph, basks in the glory of her dominant victory tonight. The thrill of the win pulses through her veins, evident in the swagger of her walk and the proud tilt of her chin upwards.
But in her eyes, there's still a raw, primal urge to further establish her dominance, and Sharpe, looking dazed and wobbly from the final barrage, is the unfortunate focus of her intent. Before anyone realizes it, Madison has circled back to her fallen opponent and, with a sudden roughness that surprises many, has hauled the defeated fighter back up to her knees. The crowd gasps as Madison uses her firm grip on Saffron's sweat-drenched locks to yank her head back, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat and a face flushed with pain and shock.
"Thought you could take me down, huh?" Beer sneers. "Who’s the one kneeling all pathetic at my feet, huh? How's that canvas taste? This is MY ring, and don't you ever forget it!"
Madison's eyes are alight with mischief and malice, as she zeros in on Sharpe's cheek. Without warning, she slaps Saffron sharply across it, the sound echoing through the arena, leaving a vivid red imprint on Sharpe's skin.
However, even in her disoriented state, the defiant spirit in Saffron is not extinguished. After suffering a couple more tight, open, stinging palms to her face, with a sudden growl of rage, she summons her own strength and shoves Madison away, using her body to send her stumbling back.
Both fighters, their faces contorted with fury, look ready to dive back into another brawl, and continue their war outside the boundaries of the match! But thankfully, the fight officials are quick to react. They immediately interpose themselves between both combatants, forming a human wall to ensure that no further violence ensues.
Later, with the adrenaline still evident in their eyes, both Beer and Sharpe face the press from their respective backstage areas. Madison, still oozing confidence, speaks first. "That's what happens when you step into the ring with me," she says, smirking. "I came, I saw, I conquered. And Saffron learned that truth the hard way."
Saffron, despite her earlier ordeal, retains her fiery spirit. "Beer got lucky," she retorts, her voice steely. "Next time, I’ll show her a real brawl. This ain’t over..."
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
1. Madison Beer vs. Saffron Sharpe
Madison:
(24, 5’5, 16:14 FCBA, Free Agent)
Saffron:
(26, 5’8, 2:0 FCBA, Free Agent)
BEFORE:
The Gothic Theatre, a historic venue in Denver, Colorado, is buzzing with anticipation as members of the press and eager fans gather for the pre-fight press conference. The grand stage is set with a huge backdrop, highlighting the event's title and date. The center spotlights illuminate two seats on the stage, awaiting the main attractions of the evening - Madison Beer and Saffron Sharpe.
Beer, 24, steps onto the stage first. The 5'5" singer and now boxer showcases her stunning features, her long, wavy brown hair framing a face adorned with deep-set eyes and plump lips. She's dressed in a stylish, yet sporty ensemble - perhaps a nod to her dual life as an artist and a fighter.
Sharpe, 26, follows suit, standing tall at 5'8". The Singaporean influencer-turned-boxer showcases her tanned and athletic physique. Her dark, sleek hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, accentuating her sharp features and almond-shaped eyes. Her outfit screams modern chic, fitting for someone with her fashion-forward reputation.
A murmur of cameras clicking and journalists whispering fills the theatre as the two women take their seats. Madison takes the mic first, "It's great to be here in Denver. Last time out, I faced Natalie Portman, and while it didn't go my way, every fight is a learning experience. I've taken those lessons and have been working twice as hard for this fight."
Saffron, confidently leaning back in her chair, interjects, "While Madison was learning her lessons, I was busy dishing them out. Lily Chee found that out the hard way. No disrespect to Madison, but come fight night, she'll understand why I'm the one to watch."
Madison smirks, "Natalie's in a different league, Saffron. If you think your win over Lily puts you on par with someone like Portman, you're mistaken. But don't worry, I'll be more than happy to give you a reality check."
Saffron raises an eyebrow, "We'll see. I respect your passion and your journey in this sport. But this is my time. Denver's about to witness the rise of Saffron Sharpe."
The press conference concludes, but the energy in the room doesn't dissipate. Instead, it grows, as Madison Beer and Saffron Sharpe are directed towards the center of the stage for the traditional staredown.
Madison steps forward first, her brown eyes locked onto Saffron. Her stance is defiant, chin raised slightly in a display of sheer cockiness. She curls her hand into a fist, raising it slowly to just inches away from Saffron’s face, as if daring her to flinch. Saffron, ever the competitor, refuses to back down. She mirrors Madison's defiant stance, standing tall with her shoulders squared. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she too forms a fist, lifting it and placing it alarmingly close to Madison's toned midsection.
Madison's brown eyes narrow slightly, glancing down at the fist that Saffron daringly places near her midsection. There's a slight twitch in her lips, hinting at a smirk, as if she's silently telling Saffron that such intimidation tactics won't work on her. Then, she responds by ever-so-slightly pushing her abs forward, pressing them against Saffron's fist, making it clear that she's unafraid.
Before the situation can escalate any further, fight officials swiftly step in, grabbing hold of each fighter's arm and deftly steering them toward their respective corners of the room. Both fighters throw lingering glares over their shoulders as they head backstage for the final prep.
24 hours later, the Gothic Theatre, an iconic Denver landmark, boasts a unique charm tonight. The normally dark, vintage interior is now transformed, with spotlights crisscrossing the venue, lighting up the ornate Gothic architectural details in shades of electric blue and fiery red. The hauntingly beautiful, arched windows cast soft, diffused light onto the ring, which is positioned center stage. The crowd, a mix of die-hard fans, journalists, and curious onlookers, pack into every available space.
First to make her entrance is Madison Beer. She emerges from behind the curtains, wearing silver boxing shorts that shimmer under the spotlights, paired with a black sports bra. The ensemble highlights her toned physique and lends her a sleek, dangerous look. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, allowing full view of her determined, smoky-eyed expression. She strides confidently down the ramp, every step in sync with the thumping beat, occasionally throwing mock punches into the air, amping up the crowd even more.
Not to be outdone, Saffron Sharpe's entrance is equally, if not more, dramatic. The theatre is momentarily plunged into darkness. Then, a haunting melody starts playing, signaling her arrival. Spotlights focus on the entrance, revealing Saffron, donned in black high-waisted boxing shorts, accented with gold, and a matching black sports bra, revealing her lean, tall figure. Her golden-brown hair cascades down her back in loose waves, adding an almost ethereal quality to her fierce look. Every now and then, she stops to engage with the crowd, flexing her muscles and throwing a teasing smirk.
Both fighters, now in the ring, circle, their eyes never leaving the other. The referee signals for the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1:
The bell rings, and immediately Beer comes in hot. With a determined glint in her smoky eyes, she zeroes in on Sharpe's midsection, closing the distance between them with both fists up and ready to snap forward. Before Saffron can mount a solid defense, Beer's fists are already hard at work, pounding fiercely into Sharpe's belly. The impact of each punch can be heard throughout the theater, the smacking sound of glove meeting skin echoing with grim satisfaction. Left, then right, then a sharp uppercut - Madison's focus on Saffron's midsection continues unabated, as the eager gloves snap into tummy flesh and force grunts from the Singaporean’s lips. Saffron's usually fierce expression starts to show the first signs of distress, her face contorting with each successive blow. She tries to shield herself, her arms moving in a frantic attempt to block Madison's assault, but Beer's aggression and speed make it hard to deflect each and every punch. The gold accents on Saffron's shorts glisten and bunch up under the spotlights, painting a stark contrast to the grimace of discomfort on her face. But late in the round, as Madison overcommits to another swing, inwards, Saffron spies an opening. With a mighty swish high, she connects a hook directly to Beer's temple, the blow sending Madison reeling back, looking momentarily disoriented! Despite this late surge by Saffron, it's clear who's dominated the opening round. By the bell, Sharpe is visibly wincing, clutching her sides and taking some deep gulps of breath, feeling the effects of Madison's targeted onslaught on her tummy. Madison, for her part, heads back to her corner with a smirk, aware of the damage she's inflicted.
ROUND 2:
And it’s Sharpe who emerges with a fire in her eyes! She looks determined to reassert herself after that punishing first round, and the slight bruises on her toned midsection bear testament to the ferocity of Beer's earlier assault. Without hesitation, she closes in on Madison, using her height and reach to her advantage to hound Beer to the guard before rocking a straight shot to the singer’s body, followed by another, and then another fist simply driven past the arms and cleanly into her frame. Each blow sends a jolt of shock through Beer, and she's soon pushed into the ropes, wincing and hugging her body. The once defiant Madison finds herself cornered, with Saffron’s fists launching inwards like pistons, testing her defenses and pushing her to the brink of going down early. But Beer has learned much since her debut all those years ago. Indeed, the rumors have swirled about her next opportunity after getting released by her previous stable, and no doubt she’s learned a thing or two by sparring with some of the Vixens backstage. She fires back with her punches, aiming for both Saffron's chin and stomach to keep her guessing, with their exchanges becoming a mesmerizing, brutal dance of short, snappy jabs that shock through both their frames. The fierceness of the exchange has both fighters visibly breathing hard, with their hair flying wildly, faces contorted with the desire for payback. Late in the round, Saffron lands a particularly nasty punch to Madison's solar plexus, making her gasp audibly and stumble back, but Beer soon retaliates with a sharp jab combo to the blonde’s incoming jaw, making her own head snap back. By the time the bell sounds, it's clear that Saffron has taken it, as they head back to corners, chests heaving, readying themselves for the next round of combat.
ROUND 3:
Bell rings and neither Beer nor Sharpe wants to give any ground, and it shows! Immediately, the two fighters lock onto each other in a fierce embrace, throwing everything they've got into their punches. It's a full-blown brawl in the center of the ring, with both trying desperately to gain the upper hand and pin their opponent against the ropes. Saffron, with her superior height and size, seems to have a natural advantage in these close quarters, forcefully thrusting an elbow into Beer’s chest or windpipe to pin her to the ropes. Madison finds herself in a most undesirable position, her back pinned and her brunette tresses, damp with exertion, forming a curtain over her furrowed brow, as Sharpe's fists begin to rain into her midsection, each punch finding its mark, making Madison's toned abs flex and shudder upon impact. The initial blows see her body jolt inwards, the sheer force pushing her deeper and deeper into the ropes, and with each successive punch, there's a visible contortion of her midriff, with her breaths coming out in sharp, staggered gasps, making her chest heave and ribs strain. Her arms, which initially tried to guard her face, are instinctively lowered in a futile attempt to shield her stomach. Her legs wobble momentarily, the strain of absorbing the blows evident in the slight buckle of her knees. But amidst this onslaught, her eyes never leave Sharpe's, defiantly challenging her opponent’s. The raucous crowd's reactions amplify with every thud of glove on flesh, but all Madison can hear is the pounding of her own heart in her chest and the resounding echoes of Sharpe's fists making contact with her body. But Beer holds on, using her arms to wrap around and immobilize Sharpes’ and shoulders, and with a quick, agile shift of her hips and a forceful shove against Sharpe's shoulders, Madison turns the tables, rotating the Singaporean fighter around with surprising speed, and positioning the taller girl against the ropes instead with her shorter but stockier figure. Beer then narrows her eyes, focusing intently on paying her back: her first is a vicious right hook that lands squarely on Sharpe's left side, making her ribs compress with the force of the blow and causing her tummy flesh to ripple outwards, her center core sinking under the pressure of the glove. Then, another left hand drills into the solar plexus, forcing a guttural grunt from Saffron’s lips as the air is driven out of her lungs. Another punch, this time a brutal uppercut, slides in and under Sharpe's guard, targeting the pit of her stomach, making her abdomen crumple and fold. With each blow, Saffron's body jerks and jolts, her toned abs distorting under the onslaught, betraying the pain she's enduring in just her second fight. Sharpe's legs, once firm and grounded, begin to wobble, her knees threatening to give way, and her head dips, her chin inching closer to her chest with every blow. Madison has demonstrated her own capability to punish her foes using her power, watching with savage satisfaction as Sharpe gasps, groans, and reels from the ferocity of her counterattack. Finally, at the bell, both women are pulled off each other by the referee, with the judges having their work cut out for them this time, and forced to give this round a draw!
ROUND 4:
With each round, the stakes grow only higher, and both fighters seem acutely aware of it. Beer, with her brunette locks re-pulled back into a tight ponytail, and Sharpe, her taller frame towering over her, square off once more in the center. Saffron is the first to strike, wanting payback and moving in with purpose, begins to hound Beer across the ring with powerful swings towards her head. Her punches have force behind them, and Madison feels every impact that lands on her forearms, even after successfully blocking a majority. The Denver crowd roars as Saffron lands another series of straight jabs and crosses to Madison's head and body, pushing the shorter girl back step-by-step. But Madison is no pushover herself. Realizing she's in danger of getting trapped against the ropes again, she plants her feet firmly and pivots, tossing a straight hand right back into Saffron's face to shock her backwards. The crowd gasps - it's a piercing shot that momentarily freezes Sharpe in her tracks! Beer then follows it up with a quick succession of jabs and hooks that pound into her arms and body, and by the time the bell rings, it’s clear that Madison has edged out the win, having landed the heavier blows and forcing her opponent to fight more defensively.
ROUND 5:
The lights illuminate the sweat on the fighters' skin, and the audience can almost feel the determination radiating from their heaving chests, as both ladies march right back into the fray! However, right from the get-go, it's evident that Saffron is running out of steam. Perhaps it's the adrenaline dump from the previous rounds, or the sheer exhaustion from the power shots she exerted earlier on. Whatever it is, Madison spots her weakness, and with a hungry gleam in her eyes, starts to press her advantage. Quick as a whip, Madison lands a beautifully timed straight right that targets the vulnerable spot on Saffron's jawline. The punch slips through the Singaporean’s defenses when she wasn’t paying attention, and Sharpe's eyes momentarily glaze over as the blow half-disappears into her face, with the momentum from the punch, coupled with her fatigue, seeing her stumble a couple of steps back before CRUMPLING DOWN onto the mat! It’s a shocking KNOCKDOWN for Maddy Beer, as the rest of the arena reacts in a wave of hushed silence, before a deafening ROAR thunders through the cheap seats! Beer has defied the odds and pummeled her way to victory, rocking Sharpe’s larger and taller frame all the way down! And now, it’s only a question of whether Sharpe has the will to get back up and continue the fight!
The referee begins the count, and while many already believe it's over, Saffron proves her mettle here, gritting her teeth and using the ropes for support, pulling her aching body up by the count of 8. A dazed expression is still clear on her face, however, with a gleam that it’s not done yet! But there’s still two minutes left on the clock, which she will have to survive before making it to the next round!
However, Madison smells blood in the water and isn't about to let her chances of winning slip away either. The bell rings to resume the round, and HERE SHE COMES! With a warcry, she corners a faltering Sharpe against the ropes, and then,with a vicious barrage, targets Saffron's already battered body. A right glove is clenched tight as a haymaker hurls into Sharpe's side with an audible thud, driven deep into the meat of her ribs. There’s a visible shockwave that travels through Saffron's body, before another step-in uppercut drills into her midsection, causing her belly to momentarily fold around the glove, the force causing Sharpe to gasp and lurch forward, her torso crumpling as she tries to protect herself from the onslaught. Pinned to the ropes, Madison's attack becomes relentless, alternating between hooks and uppercuts around and through the faltering arms, just zoning in on the tender areas of Sharpe's abdomen and ribs, each punch driving the breath entirely from Saffron’s lips, forcing strained, choked sounds from her with every blow. Each punch causes her frame to jerk, shudder, and sway, the bigger blonde’s once-defiant posture wilting as she starts to collapse under the barrage. Her abs, which once resisted, now begin to give way, quivering with each successive punch, betraying the hurt she’s enduring. Her legs, previously her sturdy pillars, start to tremble and falter, and her arms, which once shielded her, soon drop limply to each of her sides, offering less and less defense against Madison's fury. Her head, previously held high, now lolls forward, strands of her sweat-drenched hair sticking to her face, obscuring her pained expressions. It becomes painfully clear that Saffron is living on borrowed time! And finally, as Madison lands yet another crushing blow to the center of Sharpe’s gut, forcing an agonized cry from her lips, the referee finally steps in! With a protective arm wrapped around Saffron, he signals the end of this bout, saving one fighter from any further punishment! And it’s OVER via TKO5!
Official Result: Madison Beer defeats Saffron Sharpe via TKO5!
AFTER:
The arena vibrates with the roaring approval of the fans, as Madison Beer, her face formed with fierce triumph, basks in the glory of her dominant victory tonight. The thrill of the win pulses through her veins, evident in the swagger of her walk and the proud tilt of her chin upwards.
But in her eyes, there's still a raw, primal urge to further establish her dominance, and Sharpe, looking dazed and wobbly from the final barrage, is the unfortunate focus of her intent. Before anyone realizes it, Madison has circled back to her fallen opponent and, with a sudden roughness that surprises many, has hauled the defeated fighter back up to her knees. The crowd gasps as Madison uses her firm grip on Saffron's sweat-drenched locks to yank her head back, exposing the vulnerable line of her throat and a face flushed with pain and shock.
"Thought you could take me down, huh?" Beer sneers. "Who’s the one kneeling all pathetic at my feet, huh? How's that canvas taste? This is MY ring, and don't you ever forget it!"
Madison's eyes are alight with mischief and malice, as she zeros in on Sharpe's cheek. Without warning, she slaps Saffron sharply across it, the sound echoing through the arena, leaving a vivid red imprint on Sharpe's skin.
However, even in her disoriented state, the defiant spirit in Saffron is not extinguished. After suffering a couple more tight, open, stinging palms to her face, with a sudden growl of rage, she summons her own strength and shoves Madison away, using her body to send her stumbling back.
Both fighters, their faces contorted with fury, look ready to dive back into another brawl, and continue their war outside the boundaries of the match! But thankfully, the fight officials are quick to react. They immediately interpose themselves between both combatants, forming a human wall to ensure that no further violence ensues.
Later, with the adrenaline still evident in their eyes, both Beer and Sharpe face the press from their respective backstage areas. Madison, still oozing confidence, speaks first. "That's what happens when you step into the ring with me," she says, smirking. "I came, I saw, I conquered. And Saffron learned that truth the hard way."
Saffron, despite her earlier ordeal, retains her fiery spirit. "Beer got lucky," she retorts, her voice steely. "Next time, I’ll show her a real brawl. This ain’t over..."