3. Megan Fox vs. Olivia Munn (Body Saddle)
Dec 16, 2023 7:43:10 GMT -6
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3. Megan Fox vs. Olivia Munn (Body Saddle)
Megan:
(36, 5’4, 114, 82:36:1 FCBA, VIXENs)
Olivia:
(43, 5’4, 36:37 FCBA, Free Agent)
BEFORE:
A victory two years ago was not enough to settle the rivalry between Fox and Munn, with the latter watching eagerly from the sidelines as the Transformers starlet got her ass kicked repeatedly over the last few months, first failing to take the Princess straps from Selena Gomez, and then getting ridden about the ring just last month by the Empress of the saddle herself, Anya Taylor-Joy.
Indeed, it’s beginning to look like the former Flyweight champion has lost her luster, with a string of losses attracting previous opponents to attempt their own luck and score some revenge wins of their own. Munn is one such character, sitting smug from across the room during the pre-fight press conference.
Sure, the former Sceej fighter and recently-announced retiree from the sport hasn’t been seen in the ring since her own loss to Peyton Roi List back in December of 2022, but a chance to put Fox on her back and then ride that back itself seems too good to pass up.
“Megan looks all washed up, from where I’m sitting,” Munn later says to the press junket, beaming from her seat. The actress is wearing a loose white blouse and long black slacks, looking nothing like her age. She continues: “I’d be happy to be the first to welcome her into the ranks of the Cougars. She seems to have much trouble keeping pace with the younger generation anyways.”
From across the room, however, Megan rolls her eyes, her lips twisted in distaste at Munn’s comments. “I won’t have any problems kicking your ass, though,” Fox replies, with a curt tone. “I went blow for blow with the likes of Gomez and Taylor-Joy, while you announced your ‘retirement’ after getting KO’ed in a heartbeat. I don’t foresee ANY problems riding grand-Munn about the ring tonight.”
Tense staredown moments later, after both fighters shed their outer clothing and showed off their toned bodies for the official weigh-ins. Fox has kept her toned and muscular curves despite almost turning the big 4-0 in a few years. She sports a micro-bikini that is both lacy and black as midnight, mirroring her long dark hair. WIth a grim and determined expression, she strides up to Munn and raises her fists.
Across from her, Munn looks equally ravishing and much proud of her own physical state. For someone almost a decade older, Munn has kept herself in fighting shape, flexing her biceps on the scales before hopping off and marching right up to the Vixen in her own red bra and panties set.
The two women meet face to face, Megan’s narrowed eyes meeting the glint in Munn’s return grin. Fox, while younger, still feels like she has more to prove in this sport, whereas Olivia has the luxury of going for broke at her age. Fists are trained on each other’s faces and chins, and Munn provocatively draws her knuckles near Megan’s toned, breathing waistline, almost causing an altercation when they get too close.
Fox flares up, looking to shove her back, then spout more cutting insults at the older woman, but Munn merely backs away and waves her protestations off, still sporting that grin. Come on, ladies, how old are you guys at this stage to be behaving like Generation Zs? The two women are led back to their backstage corners, where they gather their clothes and disappear backstage for the final preparations.
24 hours later, we’re in the arena proper, and after two spectacular fights having taken place prior, the crowds are still on their feet and anticipating this next clash. Fox wears a black and red robe as she strides down the ramp, that same black bikini peeking from underneath. The Vixen is wearing golden gloves for tonight’s contest, determined to stop the losses and mount a comeback with a statement.
Munn has gone for a dark green and emerald robe, trimmed with silver. She raises her red gloves to the crowd while on stage, and earns a wild cheer for her chances tonight. Later in the ring, Munn removes her robe to reveal a white sports bra underneath, together with a pair of black bikini briefs for mobility.
To the side, the VIX saddle has been readied for use once more, with both ladies casting furtive glances to it while listening to the referee’s rules. Neither wants to be the one underneath its harsh leather straps, and they square off in their fighting stances of raised hands and bowed heads, awaiting the opening bell.
Referee waves for the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle contest for all the marbles!
ROUND 1:
The bell rings, and Fox is out of her corner like a shot, her golden gloves raised and her focus sharp. There's an intensity in her movements, a clear sign that she’s not taking Munn lightly despite her opponent's age and recent retirement. Fox initiates the action, quickly closing the distance between them. She throws a series of jabs, her black gloves darting forward towards Munn’s head and body. Olivia, displaying the ring savvy that has kept her in the game for so long, counters with her own measured strikes. She's poised, her red gloves moving in a rhythmic pattern as she deflects Megan’s attacks and responds with her own flurries. The round progresses with both fighters exchanging blows in a closely contested battle. Megan, with her younger frame, shows a bit more agility, her footwork allowing her to maneuver around Munn's defenses. She lands a solid right cross to Olivia’s cheek, a blow that momentarily makes the older woman's head snap to the side, but Munn is quick to recover, and retaliates with a swift uppercut that just grazes Fox’s chin, a reminder of her own power and experience. As the round nears its end, the intensity ramps up. Megan’s instincts take over, increasing her assault. Her punches become more aggressive, targeting Munn’s midsection with swift hooks that make Olivia’s body tense up upon impact and back away upon impact. But Munn weathers and absorbs the hits, manages to land a stinging jab straight to the nose, causing the younger woman to momentarily reel back. At the sound of the bell, it’s a surprising closely fought round. Megan returns to her corner with a confident stride, her breathing steady. Olivia, still grinning, heads back to her own corner, her stance relaxed yet alert, as she listens intently to her corner’s advice. The first round might have been close, but it's clear both fighters are determined not to end up beneath the saddle by the night's end.
ROUND 2:
Munn emerges with purpose, having shaken off any initial caution, now moving with a fluid grace that belies her age. Megan, still riding the high of a close first round, meets her head-on in the center, but it soon becomes apparent that her foe has upped her game. Olivia starts to dictate the pace, snapping out jabs that keep Fox at bay. Megan tries to close the distance, looking to land her powerful hooks to the body, but Munn skillfully circles away, avoiding the brunt of the attacks. Then, with a sudden surge, Olivia switches tactics. She closes in on Fox, her red gloves finding their mark with a series of well-placed side body shots. Megan grunts as each punch lands, her midsection absorbing the brunt of Munn’s focused aggression. Fox attempts to counter, but Munn weaves back as though nothing happened, that smirk on her face telling, and Megan’s follow-up jabs and combos now seem to skid off Olivia’s arms and shoulders. Later in the round, Munn continues to outwork her younger counterpart, swerving back with a left hook that catches Megan on the jaw, followed by a quick right that snaps her head back. Megan stumbles, her footing momentarily unsure, and Olivia capitalizes, driving her back towards the ropes. In the final moments of the round, Megan finds herself trapped against the ropes, with Munn taking as much as she can dish out! A combination of hooks and uppercuts rock Fox to her torso and arms, keeping her pinned on the back on her heels. Megan, trapped and under fire, covers up as best as she can, trying to weather the storm. Thankfully, the bell rings, and Megan, visibly shaken by the onslaught, takes deep breaths as she stumbles back to her corner, who works to rally her spirits. Across the ring, Olivia returns with a triumphant pump of the fist and raise of the hand, her confidence evident. The round clearly belongs to her, a wide victory that shifts the momentum in her favor as the fight progresses.
ROUND 3:
Munn carries forward her momentum from the previous round, her confidence evident in each step. She immediately takes the center of the ring, her punches shooting out, sharp and precise, targeting Megan’s head and body with a relentless energy. In these opening moments, Munn's experience shines through – her jabs are quick, her hooks powerful, and she successfully keeps her foe on the defensive when several shots bang off her arms and torso. However, as the minute ticks by, Fox begins to find her own rhythm, starting to counter Olivia's aggression by blocking and slipping under Olivia's jabs, then banging right back with solid thuds to Munn's torso, another right hook to the tummy that makes Olivia wince and retreat. As the round progresses, Fox's combinations grow more varied and impactful – another lunging left hook catches Olivia on the jaw, followed by a rapid succession of body shots that make Munn grunt and cover up, the growing pangs in her torso evidence of Megan’s persistence. In the final stretch of the round, Munn finds herself backed against the ropes, the roles now reversed. There, Fox pins her down and fires right back: her fists are a blur as she slams powerful shots into Olivia’s torso and head. In the heat of the moment, Megan uses one hand to firmly grip the back of Olivia's head, keeping her opponent's face turned slightly away, limiting Munn’s ability to fight back effectively. Then, Fox's other hand whips into her, her first punch, a thunderous right hook, slamming into Olivia’s torso, just below her ribcage. The impact sends a jolt through Munn’s body. But Megan doesn’t pause, following up with a series of uppercuts to find their mark on her midsection with a whud whud wHUDDD! The punches drive deep, causing Olivia's abs to shudder with each hit. The sound of leather against sweat-slicked skin echoes in the ring, punctuated by Munn’s sharp, involuntary gasps, each punch making her body rock and her legs weaken further. Munn has no choice but to reach out, desperately grabbing onto Megan’s shoulders, seeking any leverage to withstand the onslaught. Fox decides to double down on her attack! Her fist, now a guided missile, repeatedly plunges into the soft flesh of Munn's belly. Each deep, gut-wrenching blow forces Olivia to bend and lurch, her body language screaming of the pain she’s enduring. And in this brutal tableau, as the bell rings, we see Olivia, clinging onto Fox, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Megan, still holding Olivia's head steady, delivers one final, punishing punch to the belly, a statement of her dominance this round. As they separate, Megan strides back to her corner with a satisfied smirk, while Olivia, visibly shaken, uses the ropes to steady herself, her body language betraying the toll the round has taken on her.
ROUND 4:
Fox maintains her momentum from the previous round, charging forward with an aggressive stance, looking to dominate from the get-go. Her jabs and crosses slice through the air, landing with thudding impacts against Munn's guard, and snagging the chin and cheek more than once. Fox looks set to drive her older counterpart into the ropes once more, but Olivia has other ideas. As the first minute passes, Munn absorbs and waits... and the opportunity comes when Megan, overeager in her assault, leaves herself open with a missed swing overhead. Munn capitalizes with a thunderous haymaker that crashes into Fox's face. The force of the blow snaps Megan's head back, stunning her with a groan and immediately halting her advance! OUCH! And here comes Munn, looking for payback! She beats Fox back with more powerful overhands thrown into her arms, seeking that chin, then trapping the dazed Vixen against the ropes, and mirroring the previous round's scenario! Munn's fists swerve in with aggression, her hooks and uppercuts sunk into Megan's body and the sides of her head. In the final seconds, Munn has Megan gripped by the back of her neck, holding her in place, while her other arm works like a piston, her hooks drilling into Megan's belly to make her body shudder and bend forward. And in those final, fierce moments of the round, the space between both fighters appears to diminish, their bodies practically melding in the brutal embrace of the fight. Olivia's arm, firmly encircling Megan's neck, draws their heads so close that their foreheads are almost touching, beads of sweat mingling in the intimate proximity. Munn's face is contorted with a mix of effort and ferocity, her breath hot and ragged on the Vixen’s cheek, as she delivers each punishing swipe to her belly. Fox, her face a mask of pain and determination, tries to turn her head away from Munn's intense gaze, push and shove against shoulders and hips, her jaw clenching with each wicked blow to her torso. Despite her efforts to escape or counter, Megan finds herself trapped, the strength in Olivia's grip unyielding. Her gloves occasionally land weak, ineffectual pushes against Olivia's sides, but they are mere gestures of resistance against the overwhelming power of Munn's attack. Below, their legs are entangled in a chaotic dance. Megan's feet shuffle and twist on the canvas, trying to find a foothold to push back or pivot away from the ropes. However, Olivia's stance is wide and rooted, her hips pressing forward against Megan's, ensuring there's no room for the Vixen to maneuver or escape against the onslaught. As each of Munn's hooks sink into Fox's abdomen, Megan's body reacts involuntarily. Her torso bends and twists with each impact, her tummy muscles contracting and quivering under the strain. Then, the bell finally rings, granting Megan a momentary reprieve from the onslaught. Olivia steps back, her breathing heavy, as they both prepare to return to their corners. She’s failed to put Fox away this round, despite giving it her all. Still, the round clearly belongs to her, with Fox left to gather her strength and strategy for what comes next in this grueling contest.
ROUND 5:
Both girls have punished each other plenty, but it’s the younger Fox who emerges out of her corner with a burst of renewed determination. Her eyes lock onto Munn with a fierce intensity, understanding that this round could be decisive. Initially, both women trade blows in the center of the ring, their gloves snapping through the air with each strike. Megan's jabs are crisp, landing on Olivia's face and disrupting her rhythm. Munn, though slower now, tries to counter with her own powerful hooks, but Fox’s renewed vigor and agility allow her to block or dodge most of them. As the minute progresses, Megan starts to press the advantage. She lands a series of quick, sharp hooks off the torso and side of the head, each one causing the older fighter to wince and rattle. Sensing the shift, Fox increases the pressure, driving Munn back further with a barrage of punches. Then, in a stunning display of power and precision, Megan dodges to the side of another haymaker from Munn before landing her own massive right hand square to Olivia's chin! KAPOW! The impact is instant - Munn's knees buckle, and she CRASHES to the canvas, getting absolutely FLOORED by that number! And it’s a KNOCKDOWN for Megan Fox!
Immediately, the referee rushes over to begin the count, hovering above a dazed Munn, who’s lying flat on her back and breathing hard! Meanwhile, Megan retreats to a neutral corner, her chest heaving, watching intently as Olivia struggles to attempt a recovery. Slowly, surely, by the count of eight, Munn manages to pull herself up by the ropes, her legs wobbly and her gaze unfocused.
And the fight resumes, the referee clearing the older woman whose back is against the ropes. But it's clear to the onlookers that Munn is still reeling from the knockdown, with her eyes semi-glazed over and nodding with a delayed reaction. Bell rings and HERE COMES FOX, moving in like a predator! Munn doesn’t have time to react before she’s cornered once more against the ropes, Fox throwing ruthless flurries in and out, high and low, unleashing a torrent of blows upon the beleaguered fighter! Fox's gloves thud repeatedly into Olivia's body, followed by snapping jabs to her face and forehead. Munn tries to defend herself, her arms raised in a futile effort to block the onslaught, but with each punishing blow, her defenses crumble further, her body beginning to visibly sag against the ropes. And in the final moments, Megan ties up with her in close quarters, holding her chest and head back with a sharp elbow thrust to the throat, before sinking a series of devastating blows to the center of Olivia's midsection, each punch sinking deeply into tummy flesh, drawing louder and louder groans from her lips! Olivia’s body begins to fold under the assault, her arms dropping as she no longer has the strength to defend herself! THAT’S IT! Seeing Munn’s helpless state, the referee steps in, waving off the fight! And none too soon!
Official Result: Megan Fox defeats Olivia Munn via TKO5!
AFTER:
In the aftermath of the fight, Fox basks in the glow of her victory, her energy and confidence radiating through the arena. She struts around a fallen Olivia Munn, her eyes alight with triumph and a hint of malice.
“Looks like the old guard can’t keep up after all, huh?” Megan taunts, her voice dripping with condescendence as she circles Olivia. “I told you, Olivia, it's my ring. You’re just a stepping stone on my path back to the top.”
On the ground, Munn is visibly in tatters, her breathing labored, her body marked by the battle. Yet, despite her defeated state, the fire in Olivia's eyes remains unquenched.
“You got lucky,” Munn bites back from her position on the canvas, her voice strained but defiant. “I had you on the ropes. Next time, you’ll go down.”
Ignoring Munn’s retort, Megan reaches down, gripping Olivia’s hair to pull her up to her knees. Munn winces but doesn't yield, her spirit unbroken despite her physical defeat. Megan leans in close, her lips inches from Olivia’s ear.
“There won’t be a next time. You should’ve stayed retired, Olivia,” Megan whispers, her tone menacing yet tinged with a sense of satisfaction.
Megan maintains her firm grip on Olivia's hair. With her other hand, she retrieves the body saddle, made of polished leather adorned with gold studs and sparkling pink diamonds, gleams under the arena lights.
Methodically, Megan begins the process of strapping the saddle onto Olivia's back. The defeated fighters, still on her knees, tries to resist, her body tensing with each pull of the straps, but Megan's grip on her hair is unyielding. The straps of the saddle wrap around Olivia's torso, encircling her under the armpits and across the chest, pressing against her flesh with a firmness that leaves no room for escape.
As Megan tightens the straps, Olivia's breathing becomes more labored, her chest rising and falling with each restricted breath. The physical discomfort is evident, but it's the humiliation of the moment that weighs heavily on her. Megan ensures that each buckle clicks into place securely, her fingers working with an almost clinical precision.
Megan, now fully embracing her role as the victor, mounts the subdued Olivia, positioning herself with an air of authority on the saddled back. With a confident smirk, she situates herself, her legs straddling Olivia's sides, the heels of her feet digging in just enough to assert control.
The arena watches in a mix of shock and fascination as Megan begins to urge Olivia forward. She uses subtle but firm movements of her hips, each buck serving as a command for Olivia to move. Her hands, still entwined in Olivia's hair, tug periodically, guiding the direction and pace.
Olivia, for her part, is a mix of defiance and resignation. Each tug on her hair and each nudge at her sides elicits a response, her body moving forward almost against her will. Her arms, positioned awkwardly due to the saddle, struggle to find balance, adding to the humiliation of being paraded around like a conquered trophy.
As Megan continues her victory lap, her expression is one of triumph mixed with a hint of cruelty, enjoying every moment of her dominance over Olivia. She rides with a certain poise, a queen surveying her domain, making it clear to everyone in attendance that she has reclaimed her place as a formidable force in the ring.
3. Megan Fox vs. Olivia Munn (Body Saddle)
Megan:
(36, 5’4, 114, 82:36:1 FCBA, VIXENs)
Olivia:
(43, 5’4, 36:37 FCBA, Free Agent)
BEFORE:
A victory two years ago was not enough to settle the rivalry between Fox and Munn, with the latter watching eagerly from the sidelines as the Transformers starlet got her ass kicked repeatedly over the last few months, first failing to take the Princess straps from Selena Gomez, and then getting ridden about the ring just last month by the Empress of the saddle herself, Anya Taylor-Joy.
Indeed, it’s beginning to look like the former Flyweight champion has lost her luster, with a string of losses attracting previous opponents to attempt their own luck and score some revenge wins of their own. Munn is one such character, sitting smug from across the room during the pre-fight press conference.
Sure, the former Sceej fighter and recently-announced retiree from the sport hasn’t been seen in the ring since her own loss to Peyton Roi List back in December of 2022, but a chance to put Fox on her back and then ride that back itself seems too good to pass up.
“Megan looks all washed up, from where I’m sitting,” Munn later says to the press junket, beaming from her seat. The actress is wearing a loose white blouse and long black slacks, looking nothing like her age. She continues: “I’d be happy to be the first to welcome her into the ranks of the Cougars. She seems to have much trouble keeping pace with the younger generation anyways.”
From across the room, however, Megan rolls her eyes, her lips twisted in distaste at Munn’s comments. “I won’t have any problems kicking your ass, though,” Fox replies, with a curt tone. “I went blow for blow with the likes of Gomez and Taylor-Joy, while you announced your ‘retirement’ after getting KO’ed in a heartbeat. I don’t foresee ANY problems riding grand-Munn about the ring tonight.”
Tense staredown moments later, after both fighters shed their outer clothing and showed off their toned bodies for the official weigh-ins. Fox has kept her toned and muscular curves despite almost turning the big 4-0 in a few years. She sports a micro-bikini that is both lacy and black as midnight, mirroring her long dark hair. WIth a grim and determined expression, she strides up to Munn and raises her fists.
Across from her, Munn looks equally ravishing and much proud of her own physical state. For someone almost a decade older, Munn has kept herself in fighting shape, flexing her biceps on the scales before hopping off and marching right up to the Vixen in her own red bra and panties set.
The two women meet face to face, Megan’s narrowed eyes meeting the glint in Munn’s return grin. Fox, while younger, still feels like she has more to prove in this sport, whereas Olivia has the luxury of going for broke at her age. Fists are trained on each other’s faces and chins, and Munn provocatively draws her knuckles near Megan’s toned, breathing waistline, almost causing an altercation when they get too close.
Fox flares up, looking to shove her back, then spout more cutting insults at the older woman, but Munn merely backs away and waves her protestations off, still sporting that grin. Come on, ladies, how old are you guys at this stage to be behaving like Generation Zs? The two women are led back to their backstage corners, where they gather their clothes and disappear backstage for the final preparations.
24 hours later, we’re in the arena proper, and after two spectacular fights having taken place prior, the crowds are still on their feet and anticipating this next clash. Fox wears a black and red robe as she strides down the ramp, that same black bikini peeking from underneath. The Vixen is wearing golden gloves for tonight’s contest, determined to stop the losses and mount a comeback with a statement.
Munn has gone for a dark green and emerald robe, trimmed with silver. She raises her red gloves to the crowd while on stage, and earns a wild cheer for her chances tonight. Later in the ring, Munn removes her robe to reveal a white sports bra underneath, together with a pair of black bikini briefs for mobility.
To the side, the VIX saddle has been readied for use once more, with both ladies casting furtive glances to it while listening to the referee’s rules. Neither wants to be the one underneath its harsh leather straps, and they square off in their fighting stances of raised hands and bowed heads, awaiting the opening bell.
Referee waves for the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle contest for all the marbles!
ROUND 1:
The bell rings, and Fox is out of her corner like a shot, her golden gloves raised and her focus sharp. There's an intensity in her movements, a clear sign that she’s not taking Munn lightly despite her opponent's age and recent retirement. Fox initiates the action, quickly closing the distance between them. She throws a series of jabs, her black gloves darting forward towards Munn’s head and body. Olivia, displaying the ring savvy that has kept her in the game for so long, counters with her own measured strikes. She's poised, her red gloves moving in a rhythmic pattern as she deflects Megan’s attacks and responds with her own flurries. The round progresses with both fighters exchanging blows in a closely contested battle. Megan, with her younger frame, shows a bit more agility, her footwork allowing her to maneuver around Munn's defenses. She lands a solid right cross to Olivia’s cheek, a blow that momentarily makes the older woman's head snap to the side, but Munn is quick to recover, and retaliates with a swift uppercut that just grazes Fox’s chin, a reminder of her own power and experience. As the round nears its end, the intensity ramps up. Megan’s instincts take over, increasing her assault. Her punches become more aggressive, targeting Munn’s midsection with swift hooks that make Olivia’s body tense up upon impact and back away upon impact. But Munn weathers and absorbs the hits, manages to land a stinging jab straight to the nose, causing the younger woman to momentarily reel back. At the sound of the bell, it’s a surprising closely fought round. Megan returns to her corner with a confident stride, her breathing steady. Olivia, still grinning, heads back to her own corner, her stance relaxed yet alert, as she listens intently to her corner’s advice. The first round might have been close, but it's clear both fighters are determined not to end up beneath the saddle by the night's end.
ROUND 2:
Munn emerges with purpose, having shaken off any initial caution, now moving with a fluid grace that belies her age. Megan, still riding the high of a close first round, meets her head-on in the center, but it soon becomes apparent that her foe has upped her game. Olivia starts to dictate the pace, snapping out jabs that keep Fox at bay. Megan tries to close the distance, looking to land her powerful hooks to the body, but Munn skillfully circles away, avoiding the brunt of the attacks. Then, with a sudden surge, Olivia switches tactics. She closes in on Fox, her red gloves finding their mark with a series of well-placed side body shots. Megan grunts as each punch lands, her midsection absorbing the brunt of Munn’s focused aggression. Fox attempts to counter, but Munn weaves back as though nothing happened, that smirk on her face telling, and Megan’s follow-up jabs and combos now seem to skid off Olivia’s arms and shoulders. Later in the round, Munn continues to outwork her younger counterpart, swerving back with a left hook that catches Megan on the jaw, followed by a quick right that snaps her head back. Megan stumbles, her footing momentarily unsure, and Olivia capitalizes, driving her back towards the ropes. In the final moments of the round, Megan finds herself trapped against the ropes, with Munn taking as much as she can dish out! A combination of hooks and uppercuts rock Fox to her torso and arms, keeping her pinned on the back on her heels. Megan, trapped and under fire, covers up as best as she can, trying to weather the storm. Thankfully, the bell rings, and Megan, visibly shaken by the onslaught, takes deep breaths as she stumbles back to her corner, who works to rally her spirits. Across the ring, Olivia returns with a triumphant pump of the fist and raise of the hand, her confidence evident. The round clearly belongs to her, a wide victory that shifts the momentum in her favor as the fight progresses.
ROUND 3:
Munn carries forward her momentum from the previous round, her confidence evident in each step. She immediately takes the center of the ring, her punches shooting out, sharp and precise, targeting Megan’s head and body with a relentless energy. In these opening moments, Munn's experience shines through – her jabs are quick, her hooks powerful, and she successfully keeps her foe on the defensive when several shots bang off her arms and torso. However, as the minute ticks by, Fox begins to find her own rhythm, starting to counter Olivia's aggression by blocking and slipping under Olivia's jabs, then banging right back with solid thuds to Munn's torso, another right hook to the tummy that makes Olivia wince and retreat. As the round progresses, Fox's combinations grow more varied and impactful – another lunging left hook catches Olivia on the jaw, followed by a rapid succession of body shots that make Munn grunt and cover up, the growing pangs in her torso evidence of Megan’s persistence. In the final stretch of the round, Munn finds herself backed against the ropes, the roles now reversed. There, Fox pins her down and fires right back: her fists are a blur as she slams powerful shots into Olivia’s torso and head. In the heat of the moment, Megan uses one hand to firmly grip the back of Olivia's head, keeping her opponent's face turned slightly away, limiting Munn’s ability to fight back effectively. Then, Fox's other hand whips into her, her first punch, a thunderous right hook, slamming into Olivia’s torso, just below her ribcage. The impact sends a jolt through Munn’s body. But Megan doesn’t pause, following up with a series of uppercuts to find their mark on her midsection with a whud whud wHUDDD! The punches drive deep, causing Olivia's abs to shudder with each hit. The sound of leather against sweat-slicked skin echoes in the ring, punctuated by Munn’s sharp, involuntary gasps, each punch making her body rock and her legs weaken further. Munn has no choice but to reach out, desperately grabbing onto Megan’s shoulders, seeking any leverage to withstand the onslaught. Fox decides to double down on her attack! Her fist, now a guided missile, repeatedly plunges into the soft flesh of Munn's belly. Each deep, gut-wrenching blow forces Olivia to bend and lurch, her body language screaming of the pain she’s enduring. And in this brutal tableau, as the bell rings, we see Olivia, clinging onto Fox, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Megan, still holding Olivia's head steady, delivers one final, punishing punch to the belly, a statement of her dominance this round. As they separate, Megan strides back to her corner with a satisfied smirk, while Olivia, visibly shaken, uses the ropes to steady herself, her body language betraying the toll the round has taken on her.
ROUND 4:
Fox maintains her momentum from the previous round, charging forward with an aggressive stance, looking to dominate from the get-go. Her jabs and crosses slice through the air, landing with thudding impacts against Munn's guard, and snagging the chin and cheek more than once. Fox looks set to drive her older counterpart into the ropes once more, but Olivia has other ideas. As the first minute passes, Munn absorbs and waits... and the opportunity comes when Megan, overeager in her assault, leaves herself open with a missed swing overhead. Munn capitalizes with a thunderous haymaker that crashes into Fox's face. The force of the blow snaps Megan's head back, stunning her with a groan and immediately halting her advance! OUCH! And here comes Munn, looking for payback! She beats Fox back with more powerful overhands thrown into her arms, seeking that chin, then trapping the dazed Vixen against the ropes, and mirroring the previous round's scenario! Munn's fists swerve in with aggression, her hooks and uppercuts sunk into Megan's body and the sides of her head. In the final seconds, Munn has Megan gripped by the back of her neck, holding her in place, while her other arm works like a piston, her hooks drilling into Megan's belly to make her body shudder and bend forward. And in those final, fierce moments of the round, the space between both fighters appears to diminish, their bodies practically melding in the brutal embrace of the fight. Olivia's arm, firmly encircling Megan's neck, draws their heads so close that their foreheads are almost touching, beads of sweat mingling in the intimate proximity. Munn's face is contorted with a mix of effort and ferocity, her breath hot and ragged on the Vixen’s cheek, as she delivers each punishing swipe to her belly. Fox, her face a mask of pain and determination, tries to turn her head away from Munn's intense gaze, push and shove against shoulders and hips, her jaw clenching with each wicked blow to her torso. Despite her efforts to escape or counter, Megan finds herself trapped, the strength in Olivia's grip unyielding. Her gloves occasionally land weak, ineffectual pushes against Olivia's sides, but they are mere gestures of resistance against the overwhelming power of Munn's attack. Below, their legs are entangled in a chaotic dance. Megan's feet shuffle and twist on the canvas, trying to find a foothold to push back or pivot away from the ropes. However, Olivia's stance is wide and rooted, her hips pressing forward against Megan's, ensuring there's no room for the Vixen to maneuver or escape against the onslaught. As each of Munn's hooks sink into Fox's abdomen, Megan's body reacts involuntarily. Her torso bends and twists with each impact, her tummy muscles contracting and quivering under the strain. Then, the bell finally rings, granting Megan a momentary reprieve from the onslaught. Olivia steps back, her breathing heavy, as they both prepare to return to their corners. She’s failed to put Fox away this round, despite giving it her all. Still, the round clearly belongs to her, with Fox left to gather her strength and strategy for what comes next in this grueling contest.
ROUND 5:
Both girls have punished each other plenty, but it’s the younger Fox who emerges out of her corner with a burst of renewed determination. Her eyes lock onto Munn with a fierce intensity, understanding that this round could be decisive. Initially, both women trade blows in the center of the ring, their gloves snapping through the air with each strike. Megan's jabs are crisp, landing on Olivia's face and disrupting her rhythm. Munn, though slower now, tries to counter with her own powerful hooks, but Fox’s renewed vigor and agility allow her to block or dodge most of them. As the minute progresses, Megan starts to press the advantage. She lands a series of quick, sharp hooks off the torso and side of the head, each one causing the older fighter to wince and rattle. Sensing the shift, Fox increases the pressure, driving Munn back further with a barrage of punches. Then, in a stunning display of power and precision, Megan dodges to the side of another haymaker from Munn before landing her own massive right hand square to Olivia's chin! KAPOW! The impact is instant - Munn's knees buckle, and she CRASHES to the canvas, getting absolutely FLOORED by that number! And it’s a KNOCKDOWN for Megan Fox!
Immediately, the referee rushes over to begin the count, hovering above a dazed Munn, who’s lying flat on her back and breathing hard! Meanwhile, Megan retreats to a neutral corner, her chest heaving, watching intently as Olivia struggles to attempt a recovery. Slowly, surely, by the count of eight, Munn manages to pull herself up by the ropes, her legs wobbly and her gaze unfocused.
And the fight resumes, the referee clearing the older woman whose back is against the ropes. But it's clear to the onlookers that Munn is still reeling from the knockdown, with her eyes semi-glazed over and nodding with a delayed reaction. Bell rings and HERE COMES FOX, moving in like a predator! Munn doesn’t have time to react before she’s cornered once more against the ropes, Fox throwing ruthless flurries in and out, high and low, unleashing a torrent of blows upon the beleaguered fighter! Fox's gloves thud repeatedly into Olivia's body, followed by snapping jabs to her face and forehead. Munn tries to defend herself, her arms raised in a futile effort to block the onslaught, but with each punishing blow, her defenses crumble further, her body beginning to visibly sag against the ropes. And in the final moments, Megan ties up with her in close quarters, holding her chest and head back with a sharp elbow thrust to the throat, before sinking a series of devastating blows to the center of Olivia's midsection, each punch sinking deeply into tummy flesh, drawing louder and louder groans from her lips! Olivia’s body begins to fold under the assault, her arms dropping as she no longer has the strength to defend herself! THAT’S IT! Seeing Munn’s helpless state, the referee steps in, waving off the fight! And none too soon!
Official Result: Megan Fox defeats Olivia Munn via TKO5!
AFTER:
In the aftermath of the fight, Fox basks in the glow of her victory, her energy and confidence radiating through the arena. She struts around a fallen Olivia Munn, her eyes alight with triumph and a hint of malice.
“Looks like the old guard can’t keep up after all, huh?” Megan taunts, her voice dripping with condescendence as she circles Olivia. “I told you, Olivia, it's my ring. You’re just a stepping stone on my path back to the top.”
On the ground, Munn is visibly in tatters, her breathing labored, her body marked by the battle. Yet, despite her defeated state, the fire in Olivia's eyes remains unquenched.
“You got lucky,” Munn bites back from her position on the canvas, her voice strained but defiant. “I had you on the ropes. Next time, you’ll go down.”
Ignoring Munn’s retort, Megan reaches down, gripping Olivia’s hair to pull her up to her knees. Munn winces but doesn't yield, her spirit unbroken despite her physical defeat. Megan leans in close, her lips inches from Olivia’s ear.
“There won’t be a next time. You should’ve stayed retired, Olivia,” Megan whispers, her tone menacing yet tinged with a sense of satisfaction.
Megan maintains her firm grip on Olivia's hair. With her other hand, she retrieves the body saddle, made of polished leather adorned with gold studs and sparkling pink diamonds, gleams under the arena lights.
Methodically, Megan begins the process of strapping the saddle onto Olivia's back. The defeated fighters, still on her knees, tries to resist, her body tensing with each pull of the straps, but Megan's grip on her hair is unyielding. The straps of the saddle wrap around Olivia's torso, encircling her under the armpits and across the chest, pressing against her flesh with a firmness that leaves no room for escape.
As Megan tightens the straps, Olivia's breathing becomes more labored, her chest rising and falling with each restricted breath. The physical discomfort is evident, but it's the humiliation of the moment that weighs heavily on her. Megan ensures that each buckle clicks into place securely, her fingers working with an almost clinical precision.
Megan, now fully embracing her role as the victor, mounts the subdued Olivia, positioning herself with an air of authority on the saddled back. With a confident smirk, she situates herself, her legs straddling Olivia's sides, the heels of her feet digging in just enough to assert control.
The arena watches in a mix of shock and fascination as Megan begins to urge Olivia forward. She uses subtle but firm movements of her hips, each buck serving as a command for Olivia to move. Her hands, still entwined in Olivia's hair, tug periodically, guiding the direction and pace.
Olivia, for her part, is a mix of defiance and resignation. Each tug on her hair and each nudge at her sides elicits a response, her body moving forward almost against her will. Her arms, positioned awkwardly due to the saddle, struggle to find balance, adding to the humiliation of being paraded around like a conquered trophy.
As Megan continues her victory lap, her expression is one of triumph mixed with a hint of cruelty, enjoying every moment of her dominance over Olivia. She rides with a certain poise, a queen surveying her domain, making it clear to everyone in attendance that she has reclaimed her place as a formidable force in the ring.
