2. Nina Agdal vs. Nicola Cavanis (Body Saddle)
Dec 16, 2023 7:44:45 GMT -6
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(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
2. Nina Agdal vs. Nicola Cavanis (Body Saddle)
Nina:
(30, 5’9, 121, 56:23 FCBA, VIXENs)
Nicola:
(25, 5’9, 11:11 FCBA, Revolution Boxing)
BEFORE:
Earlier, the atmosphere in the Castle Theatre's grand hall is thick with anticipation as Nina Agdal and Nicola Cavanis take their seats for the pre-fight press conference. Nina, the seasoned Danish model and former Lightweight champion, sits with a steely gaze fixed on Nicola. Her posture is tense, a clear sign of the storm brewing within. And when asked about the fight, she doesn't hold back:
"This fight is personal. I've heard all the comparisons, this 'younger, hotter' nonsense. It's time to put those words to rest. I'm going to show everyone who the real queen of the ring is. Nicola won't last five rounds against me."
Across the room, Nicola, the German supermodel dubbed as Nina's younger counterpart, maintains a composed facade. Her confidence is evident, but she attempts to keep her tone diplomatic, even in the face of open provocation:
"I have a lot of respect for Nina and what she's achieved. But in the ring, it's a different story. I'm here to win, to prove my worth to the rest of the FCBA. The comparisons don't matter to me. What matters is my performance tonight, and I plan to outshine her."
As the press conference progresses, Nina's responses grow sharper, more biting, while Nicola tries her best to remain unfazed, her replies measured yet confident, yet her facial expressions are beginning to show impatience and frustration.
Finally, the face-off photo opportunity arrives, where both Nina and Nicola get up from their seats and prepare for the pre-fight stare down by shedding their outer clothing, revealing their toned, athletic forms. Striding confidently to the center of the stage in nothing but opposing sets of underwear, they stand nose-to-nose, hands on their hips, their steely expressions betraying a rivalry simmering beneath the surface.
For a moment, there's silence, as both women simply regard each other with steely glares. The audience too watches with bated breath, sensing the brewing storm. And when prompted, they raise their fists simultaneously, but Nina decides to shove her fist up and under the German model’s chin, forcing her head to tilt upwards in a show of dominance. The Vixen’s eyes burn with intensity as she hisses, "You're nothing but a cheap imitation, Nicola. I'll show you who the real model is."
But Nicola stands her ground, her eyes narrowing as she absorbs the aggressive gesture. The defiance in her own posture is clear, squaring her shoulders, eyelids fluttering as her mind flashes with thoughts on how to respond. Then, there's a spark in her eyes, a hint of the fire that's been kindled by Nina's taunt.
Nicola decides to respond with even greater aggression, driving her bare knuckles into the side of Nina's tummy, not a punch, but a firm push of her balled fist against the blonde's pulsing waistline. "Imitation?” Nicola says back with a smirk. “I'm the upgrade, Nina. I’m younger, stronger, and after tonight, I’m gonna be your rider."
Nina's muscles tense at the unexpected contact, a ripple of surprise crossing her features. For a moment, she's caught off guard, her eyes widening slightly as she feels the provocative pressure against her waistline. Her jaw sets firmly, her nostrils flaring slightly, and her gaze becomes even more intense, reflecting a mix of anger and determination to respond.
All of a sudden, Nina’s arm swings in a wide arc, aimed at Nicola's face, a move born of heated impulse! But Nicola, quick and agile, ducks backwards to avoid the swing, and in one fluid motion, backhands Nina across the face with her other. The sound of the WHACK echoes through the hall, marking the breakdown of any remaining composure!
In an instant, the press conference descends into chaos. Both models lunge at each other, their bodies entangled as they tumble down onto the stage in a whirlwind of limbs and flying hair. Security rushes forward, and the audience is on their feet, their cheers and shouts filling the room, as officials and team members scramble to separate the embattled models. And once pulled apart, both Nina and Nicola are still seething, their eyes locked in a fiery glare.
A day later, the atmosphere in the Castle Theatre arena buzzes with excitement, awaiting the entrance of the two combatants who have more to prove tonight than just a win or loss on their records.
Nina is the first to make her entrance. She strides confidently down the aisle, her head held high, shoulders draped in a shimmering, silver robe that glitters under the arena lights. As she walks, she occasionally throws mock punches into the air, her eyes fixed on the ring ahead. Her robe sways with each step, hinting at the toned physique hidden beneath. As she approaches the ring, she pauses, absorbing the cheers and jeers from the crowd, then tosses her robe aside to reveal her fighting attire - a sleek, form-fitting black bikini, her gloves already laced tight, ready for battle.
Nicola follows soon after, met with an equally raucous reception from the crowd. She walks with a confident, almost regal poise, wearing a deep red robe embroidered with gold accents. Her gaze is focused on the ring, yet she acknowledges the crowd with nods and waves, showcasing her charismatic persona. Upon reaching the ring, Nicola discards her robe in a swift, fluid motion, revealing her own fighting gear: a crimson bikini that complements her toned frame, her gloves a matching shade of red.
The contrasts between them are as striking as their similarities. Both women stand at an imposing 5'9", their statuesque figures the epitome of athletic grace, yet their builds hint at differing fighting styles and experiences in the ring. Nina Agdal, at 30, carries the seasoned confidence of a fighter who's seen many battles. Her physique, while undeniably lean and toned, carries the subtle marks of experience, her swimsuit body honed through years of rigorous training and bouts. Her fighting style, developed over a longer career, is likely to be a blend of tactical acumen and honed instinct, with a focus on precision and timing.
On the other side, Nicola Cavanis, 25, embodies the vigor and raw energy of youth. Her build is slightly bulkier, with wider hips, suggesting a focus on power and strength. Her muscles, more pronounced, hint at a fighting style that relies on overwhelming her opponents with force and relentless aggression. Nicola's less extensive experience in the ring might be seen as a disadvantage, but it also means she's less predictable, with an impulsive fighting style that could catch a more seasoned fighter off guard.
In the ring, both Nina and Nicola avoid direct eye contact initially, each shadowboxing and stretching in their respective corners. Yet, as the referee calls them to the center of the ring for the final instructions, their gazes finally lock. They settle into their fighting stances and await the opening bell! With a wave of the referee’s hand, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Lightweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle match!
ROUND 1:
Both fighters are keenly aware of what's at stake, and neither want to be caught saddled by the end of the evening. Nicola, the underdog, wastes no time in showcasing her aggressive style, moving in quickly, utilizing her youth and energy, and launching a series of probing jabs towards Nina’s head and torso. The Vixen, ever the tactician, initially circles wide, her movements fluid and measured. She's gauging Nicola's rhythm, looking for openings to strike with her jabs, and the former champion’s experience shines through as she deftly blocks and counters several of Cavanis's advances. However, the German’s relentless pressure starts to pay off, her jabs and hooks becoming more precise, a few snapping Nina's head back with thudding impacts that resonate through the arena. Midway through the round, Nina delivers a crisp right cross to Nicola’s cheek, a blow that momentarily slows the younger model’s advance. Agdal follows up with a series of jabs to that toned body, but Cavanis absorbs them with a grunt and continues her assault. As the round progresses, Nicola’s strategy becomes clear – she's targeting Nina's body in turn, trying to wear the Danish model down. A particularly sharp hook lands squarely on the side of Nina’s ribs, drawing a sharp hiss from the Danish model. Agdal counters with a quick combination to Nicola’s head, but the German model’s agility sees her slipping most of the blows, her head weaving deftly to avoid the worst of it. And in the final moments of the opening round, Nicola lands another solid left hook to Nina’s stomach, a shot that visibly shakes Agdal and forces her to retreat, hugging her midsection. The bell soon saves her from another rampaging Cavanis, Nicola just about to rush her down when the referee signals them both back to their corners. Nina wipes a bead of sweat from her brow, while Nicola, her chest heaving slightly, nods to her corner in acknowledgment of a round well fought.
ROUND 2:
Round 2 commences with Agdal, visibly riled from the previous round's close call, adopting a more assertive stance. This time, she's the one taking the initiative, stepping forward with a determined glint in her eyes. The Vixen starts off with a rapid-fire combination, her gloves darting out like striking snakes, targeting Nicola's head with a series of stinging jabs and crosses. The German model, momentarily taken aback by Nina's sudden aggression, finds herself on the defensive, her arms too slow to intercept the speed and frequency of the former champ’s. As the round progresses, Nina wants to exploit Nicola's aggressive approach, using her quick feet and head movements to dodge and weave around the busty German’s punches. Each time Nicola lunges in with a hook or overhand, Agdal counters with a precision that speaks of her years in the ring. A particularly sharp jab snaps Nicola's head back, followed by a swift uppercut that grazes the younger model’s chin, eliciting a startled grunt as her head gets lifted slightly in a daze. Nicola, however, is not one to be easily daunted. She regains her composure later on and starts to match Nina's pace. The German model's punches, though slightly less frequent now, carry a power that visibly affects the leaner Agdal. A solid right hook thuds into Nina’s side after a feint is thrown high, forcing a brief grimace from the Danish model. And in the final minute of the round, the two models engage in a fierce exchange near the center of the ring. Nina, with her back slightly to the ropes, manages to duck under a wide swing from Nicola and responds with a blistering flurry of punches that connect with Nicola's body and face, each hit punctuated by the sound of leather against flesh. Finally, the bell rings just as Nina lands a powerful right cross to Nicola’s cheek, making the German model's knees wobble slightly. Both fighters, breathing heavily, retreat to their corners, and it’s Nina now with a slight nod of satisfaction, acknowledging her corner's cheers, while Nicola looks a little more shaken than before, listening intently to her corner’s advice to mount a comeback in the following rounds.
ROUND 3:
Round 3 begins with Nicola adopting a new strategy that blends power with patience, a marked shift from the earlier rounds. The German model steps out of her corner with a confident, measured pace, her eyes locked on Nina across. Then, she wastes no time in demonstrating her power, quickly closing the distance and launching a series of hard hooks that are aimed squarely at Nina's midsection, all the while first firing shots at the Vixen’s face to get her to raise her guard and expose her tummy. The first few punches land with harsh thuds off her toned abs, each blow making her body visibly recoil. Nina, caught off guard by the sudden ferocity, attempts to retaliate with her own fast jab combos, trying to keep the advancing German at bay with several clean shots to Nicola's face. But the Danish girl’s efforts seem to barely faze Cavanis. The German blonde’s sturdy frame absorbs the hits, at least for now, her face taking stiff hits but her eyes narrowed again with determination, as she simply continues her punishing advance. As the round progresses, Nicola uses her bigger bulk and strength to maneuver Nina towards the ropes, cutting off the Vixen's avenues of escape. Each time Nina appears pinned and protecting her head, Cavanis unloads with rapid hooks to her torso, the sound of leather smacking against taut skin echoing through the arena, punctuated by Nina's sharp intakes of breath. Nina, now finding herself in danger of getting pinned and under siege, tries to weather the storm. She keeps her guard high, trying to block the worst of Nicola's onslaught to the sides of her head, but the sheer volume and power of the German's punches begin to take their toll. Her movements grow sluggish, her counterattacks less frequent and effective, even as she lands some nice hooks to the German’s own chin, snapping her head to either side. But a particularly vicious hook from Nicola lands squarely to the pit of Nina's stomach, forcing a grunt of pain from the Danish model, her body folding slightly under the impact. And as the round nears its end, Nicola maintains her relentless pressure, continuing to work Nina's body and arms, her gloves pounding rhythmically against her ribs and abdomen. Before she can score the KO blow, however, the bell rings, providing a much-needed respite for a visibly shaken Agdal. Nina has to stagger back to her corner, her side showing the reddening marks of Nicola's gloves, while Cavanis, winded but looking satisfied, strides back to her own corner.
ROUND 4:
Round 4 opens with Nina clearly understanding the urgency of the situation. She's down on points, and if she wants to turn this match around, now is the time to act. The bell rings, and she springs forward into action, employing her agility to move around Nicola with swift footwork, trying to avoid being a stationary target. Then, she throws quick, snapping jabs, aiming at Cavanis's head and shoulders, trying to regain some control and rhythm in the fight. Her punches, though not as powerful as her counterpart’s, are precise and well-timed, keeping the German model at bay in the first few seconds. Nicola, for her part, responds with her usual strength, but this round, she seems a step slower, perhaps feeling the effects of her earlier exertions. She continues to pursue Nina, attempting to corner her against the ropes again, but Agdal's nimble movements and quick counters to her face and body make it a more challenging task. As the round progresses, Nina begins to find more success. She lands a series of sharp left-right-left combinations, her gloves smacking into Nicola's nose and lips, and spanking off her toned abdomen. Each punch from Nina is met with a cheer from the crowd, sensing a possible comeback for the older Vixen. Meanwhile, Nicola has no choice but to absorb the blows and stay patient. They're clearly having an effect, however, with her advances becoming less coordinated, more reactive than proactive, as she favors protecting her reddening face with a more firm guard. But in a crucial moment down the line, Nina catches her with a solid right cross to the jaw, snapping the German's head to the side and back. This momentarily stuns Cavanis, giving Nina the opportunity to rush in and unleash another flurry of punches to her body, those gloves thudding against Cavanis's ribs and midsection like a speed bag, drawing grunts of effort and pain from her lips. Despite the odds turning against her, Nicola remains a formidable opponent. She manages to slow Agdal's momentum with well-timed hooks flying right back, one or two slamming into her arms and a couple more stunning her back to her body, jolting Nina about and reminding her of the power she still possesses. Finally, as the bell rings, both fighters return to their corners looking exhausted but equally determined to continue the fight. Nina, breathing heavily, receives nods of approval from her corner, her strategy in this round having paid off, but just narrowly. Nicola, meanwhile, takes a moment to regain her breath, her expression one of someone who knows they're in a real brawl for pride and glory.
ROUND 5:
The fifth begins with an air of expectancy swirling through the arena, the crowd eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this gripping contest. Nina, having regained some momentum in the previous round, enters with a noticeable spring in her step, her eyes alight with the prospect of victory. She’s been hurt somewhat by Cavanis’ targeting of her body, but the former champ ain’t gonna go down without a fight. Nina charges out of her corner, hoping to surprise Nicola with a quick one-two combination that snaps into her nose and her head back, a clear signal of her intent. Nicola, caught slightly off guard by Nina's aggressive start, tries to respond in kind. She throws a couple of heavy hooks through the air, aiming to slow down the Danish model's onslaught by making her dodge and weave. However, Nina's footwork is impeccable – the former champ dances around Nicola's punches, evading them with fluid ease, before blasting the German back across her face with a drubbing right hook. Cavanis shakes it off and keeps on coming in hot. For a moment, Cavanis looks to beat the Vixen back, sinking a nasty hook into her side but then taking another combination of hooks clean across her face. AND THAT SEEMS TO BE ENOUGH! Cavanis staggers to the side, looking dazed! She tries to steady herself but another swift flurry to the body has her further bowled over and falling back! Nina rushes her down, continuing to sink punches into her arms and body before a step-in arc through the middle EXPLODES an uppercut right into the base of Nicola's chin! OUCH!! The impact is immediate and brutal – Nicola's legs buckle, her eyes glaze over, and she crumples to the canvas in a heap!! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for the former champ, who ROARS in victory, parading around the dazed challenger whilst continuing to spout insults down into her face! Could this be it?!
The arena erupts into a frenzy as the referee rushes over to commence the count. Nina retreats to the neutral corner, her chest heaving, a smile on her face, her eyes fixed on her fallen opponent. Meanwhile, the referee's count echoes through the arena – "1... 2... 3..." – but Nicola remains motionless, the knockout blow having taken its full toll. Cavanis lies sprawled out near the ropes, her eyes squeezed shut and her chest still rising and falling in troughs. And by the count of "8," it's evident that Nicola won't be getting up, so the referee decides to WAVE it off! It’s OVER!!
Official Result: Nina Agdal defeats Nicola Cavanis via KO5!
AFTER:
The arena is a cauldron of excitement as Agdal, her eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and scorn, begins the calculated process of removing her gloves. Her movements are almost ritualistic, her teeth tugging at the strings with a slow, deliberate ferocity, each glove falling to the canvas with a soft thud. She’s clearly savoring this moment, her moment of victory.
Then, with her gloves discarded, Nina turns her attention to the dazed Nicola Cavanis. She grasps a fistful of her hair, slowly pulling her up to her feet. And as Nicola is hauled up, her body weakly complying, Nina leans in and over her, her voice dripping with disdain. "This is the so-called 'hotter version' of me, huh?" she sneers, her words sharp and cutting. "Tonight, I'm going to show everyone you're nothing but a pretender, and I'm about to ride you."
A dazed Cavanis is slowly led to the ropes by Nina, who has maintained her firm grip on her hair. The Vixen guides her stumbling opponent forward, each step a clear display of her control over the situation. There, Nina shoves her back into the ropes and leans in even closer, her fingers entwined in Nicola's hair, tilting her opponent's head back, forcing her to meet her gaze.
Her taunts continue, her voice a venomous whisper meant only for Nicola's ears. "You thought you could outshine me?" Nina mocks, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're just a shadow.. And shadows don't win fights."
Nina starts to land light, teasing punches into Nicola's stomach and breasts. Each blow is not meant to do significant damage but serves as a humiliating reminder of her dominance. The punches land with a soft thud, Nicola’s body responding with slight jerks, a grimace forming on her face with each impact.
However, this close proximity allows Nicola to catch her breath, to find that spark of resilience buried deep within. As Nina draws her fist back for another punch to her body, the air crackles with tension as Nicola, her expression transforming from pain to fiery determination, launches her own wild hook that arcs through the air and crashes across Agdal's face. The crowd reacts audibly as the glove smacks against Nina's cheek, a resounding CRACK! that echoes around the arena!
Nina's head whips to the side, her eyes widening in shock at the unexpected power behind the punch. But more surprising is that the German girl is fighting back at all! The Vixen’s response is immediate and fierce. With a growl of frustration, she attempts to ramp up her own offensive, aiming to subdue Nicola's burgeoning rebellion. Her fists fly towards Nicola’s even faster, aiming to land punishing, disorientating blows on her body and face, reasserting her dominance.
But Nicola, fuelled by a blend of desperation and newfound confidence, matches Nina's intensity. She begins to rain hooks across Nina's face and chin with increasing frequency. Each blow lands with a sickening thud, visibly jarring Nina and jolting her further and further to the side. And soon, the once-dominant Agdal starts to stagger, her previous poise unraveling under the relentless barrage.
As Nina struggles to regain her footing, Nicola seizes the moment. With a surge of strength, she lunges forward and grabs Nina by the waist and shoulders, her fingers gripping tightly. In a fluid motion, she pulls Nina forward and reverses their positions, now forcing Nina against the ropes and leaning in, pinning her in place.
Her breath, heated with exertion, brushes against Nina's face as she sneers with a mix of disdain and exhilaration, "Not so tough now, are you?"
Nina, trapped and overwhelmed, can barely muster a response. Her arms, once delivering powerful blows, now flail weakly, trying in vain to ward off Nicola's relentless assault. Each of Nicola's hooks crashes against Nina's face and body with ruthless precision, the impact of glove on flesh punctuated by the Danish model's stifled grunts.
The German model's larger frame is an immovable barrier, her hips and chest pressing into Nina's, leaving her no room to maneuver or escape. With every punishing blow, Nina's body shudders, her back scraping against the rough texture of the ropes.
Nicola's taunts continue, her words a venomous whisper in Nina's ear, "You're going to be a beautiful ride, Nina. I can't wait to break you in." Her gloved hands work methodically, pounding Nina's torso and breasts, each striking a clear message of dominance.
In a final act of dominance, Nicola wraps her arms around Nina’s waist, pulling her close. She whispers a taunt into Nina’s ear, a private message heard only by the two combatants, before landing one last, decisive uppercut to Nina’s stomach. The blow sends Nina reeling, her body folding over Nicola's fist.
Nicola then watches as Nina's body begins to sag, her strength visibly draining from her body. Agdal's once defiant stance now crumbles, her knees buckling under the weight of that beating she just endured. Nicola, seizing her moment of victory, reaches out and grasps Nina firmly by the hair, steadying her on unsteady legs. With a firm grip, she pulls the dazed girl to the center of the ring, before shoving her down and positioning her on all fours.
Nina's body, battered and weary from the fight, complies, her limbs trembling under her own weight. Then, Nicola, with an evil glint in her eyes, begins to strap the body saddle onto Nina's back instead. She lifts Nina's limp form slightly, sliding the saddle onto the small of her back, the leather straps hanging loosely over either side for a moment.
Meanwhile, the VIX corner is in an uproar, their protests loud and vehement. Coaches and teammates alike shout and gesture, their outrage at the sight of their fighter, and the winner being subjected to such humiliation. But the officials firmly hold them back, their insistence clear: the rules dictate a body saddle must be secured at the end of the fight, regardless of who ends up wearing it.
As Nicola works the saddle, her fingers deftly pull the straps around Nina's waist and chest, tightening them until the saddle is snug against the Danish model's bruised body. She ensures every buckle is fastened securely, each click a symbolic nail in Nina's proverbial coffin. The act is meticulous, almost ceremonial, as Nicola methodically transforms Nina into a defeated mount, a physical embodiment of her victory.
The German model then reaches around Nina's body, her hands briefly brushing against the tender flesh of Nina's abdomen, eliciting a soft groan from the beaten woman. With a final tug, Nicola ensures the saddle is firmly in place, leaving no room for escape or relief. Nina's head hangs low, her golden hair cascading around her face, hiding her expression from the crowd but not the shame of her defeat.
Finally, with the saddle securely in place, Nicola mounts Nina, sitting heavily upon her lower back. She grips Nina’s hair, using it as reins, a cruel yet fitting gesture that cements her dominance. Nina, now reduced to a mere mount, bears the weight of her conqueror, her body showing the clear signs of her defeat – her once powerful frame now submissive, her breathing ragged, and her spirit seemingly broken by the weight of her loss and the humiliation of her current position.
Nina, once a towering figure in the ring, now finds herself reduced to a mere platform for Nicola’s victory. On her hands and knees, her arms tremble under her weight and the strain of the fight, barely able to keep her propped up on the canvas. Her legs, usually so swift and powerful in the ring, are splayed awkwardly beneath her, the muscles twitching with fatigue and the stress of her humiliating position. Nina's belly, usually taut and defined, heaves with each labored breath, the signs of Nicola's relentless body assault still evident in the reddened and bruised flesh. Her skin glistens with a mixture of sweat and the sheer exertion of the fight, adding a visceral texture to her subjugation.
Atop this defeated form, Nicola sits with the weight of a conqueror. She perches heavily on Nina's lower back, the saddle creaking under her triumph. In her hand, she holds a clump of Nina's dirty golden hair, pulled back just enough to force the Danish model's head to tilt upwards. Her eyes, which once sparkled with determination, now flicker with the harsh reality of her defeat. The act of having her hair used as reins, pulling her head back in such a vulnerable and exposed manner, is a final, crushing blow to her pride.
Then, Nicola uses her legs to firmly straddle Nina's sides, each movement a clear show of control. The German model, relishing her moment of triumph, occasionally tugs sharply on Nina's golden hair, eliciting a muffled groan from the Danish model beneath her. Each tug serves as a command, directing Nina's movements across the canvas. To further assert her dominance, Nicola occasionally delivers sharp, punitive punches to Nina's buttocks. The impact of her fists against the soft muscle and flesh serves as a humiliating spur, urging the Vixen further forward.
Despite her exhaustion and the weight bearing down on her, Nina initially complies, moving across the ring on all fours, each step a testament to her defeat. But as the ordeal continues, her strength wanes visibly. Her movements become slower, more labored, until finally, her body can take no more. With one last effort, she collapses onto the canvas, her body sprawling beneath the triumphant Nicola.
Nicola doesn't miss a beat. As Nina lies defeated beneath her, she poses over her, a conqueror surveying her vanquished foe. Though she may have technically lost the fight, the German fighter’s actions speak louder than any official result. She has turned her defeat into a display of undeniable strength and willpower. Nina, once the pride of the Vixens, now lies beneath her, a humbled and defeated figure.
Backstage, away from the roaring crowd and the intense spotlight of the ring, both Nina and Nicola address the press, their emotions a stark contrast to each other.
Nina, still visibly in pain and red markings streaked across her skin, stands with her team assessing the damage. She grimaces slightly as she speaks, her voice tinged with both pain and determination. "This ain’t over," she vows, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and resolve. "That German b*tch has picked the wrong girl to mess with, and I promise, revenge will be sweet."
Meanwhile, Nicola is the picture of triumph and jubilation. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she addresses the media, her voice filled with pride. "Tonight, I wasn’t just Nina's replacement – I proved to be her superior," she declares confidently. "The way I turned my defeat into victory out there... This is just the beginning. If Nina wants a rematch, I'll be more than happy to beat her up again. I am the new face of this rivalry, and tonight was just the first chapter of my story."
2. Nina Agdal vs. Nicola Cavanis (Body Saddle)
Nina:
(30, 5’9, 121, 56:23 FCBA, VIXENs)
Nicola:
(25, 5’9, 11:11 FCBA, Revolution Boxing)
BEFORE:
Earlier, the atmosphere in the Castle Theatre's grand hall is thick with anticipation as Nina Agdal and Nicola Cavanis take their seats for the pre-fight press conference. Nina, the seasoned Danish model and former Lightweight champion, sits with a steely gaze fixed on Nicola. Her posture is tense, a clear sign of the storm brewing within. And when asked about the fight, she doesn't hold back:
"This fight is personal. I've heard all the comparisons, this 'younger, hotter' nonsense. It's time to put those words to rest. I'm going to show everyone who the real queen of the ring is. Nicola won't last five rounds against me."
Across the room, Nicola, the German supermodel dubbed as Nina's younger counterpart, maintains a composed facade. Her confidence is evident, but she attempts to keep her tone diplomatic, even in the face of open provocation:
"I have a lot of respect for Nina and what she's achieved. But in the ring, it's a different story. I'm here to win, to prove my worth to the rest of the FCBA. The comparisons don't matter to me. What matters is my performance tonight, and I plan to outshine her."
As the press conference progresses, Nina's responses grow sharper, more biting, while Nicola tries her best to remain unfazed, her replies measured yet confident, yet her facial expressions are beginning to show impatience and frustration.
Finally, the face-off photo opportunity arrives, where both Nina and Nicola get up from their seats and prepare for the pre-fight stare down by shedding their outer clothing, revealing their toned, athletic forms. Striding confidently to the center of the stage in nothing but opposing sets of underwear, they stand nose-to-nose, hands on their hips, their steely expressions betraying a rivalry simmering beneath the surface.
For a moment, there's silence, as both women simply regard each other with steely glares. The audience too watches with bated breath, sensing the brewing storm. And when prompted, they raise their fists simultaneously, but Nina decides to shove her fist up and under the German model’s chin, forcing her head to tilt upwards in a show of dominance. The Vixen’s eyes burn with intensity as she hisses, "You're nothing but a cheap imitation, Nicola. I'll show you who the real model is."
But Nicola stands her ground, her eyes narrowing as she absorbs the aggressive gesture. The defiance in her own posture is clear, squaring her shoulders, eyelids fluttering as her mind flashes with thoughts on how to respond. Then, there's a spark in her eyes, a hint of the fire that's been kindled by Nina's taunt.
Nicola decides to respond with even greater aggression, driving her bare knuckles into the side of Nina's tummy, not a punch, but a firm push of her balled fist against the blonde's pulsing waistline. "Imitation?” Nicola says back with a smirk. “I'm the upgrade, Nina. I’m younger, stronger, and after tonight, I’m gonna be your rider."
Nina's muscles tense at the unexpected contact, a ripple of surprise crossing her features. For a moment, she's caught off guard, her eyes widening slightly as she feels the provocative pressure against her waistline. Her jaw sets firmly, her nostrils flaring slightly, and her gaze becomes even more intense, reflecting a mix of anger and determination to respond.
All of a sudden, Nina’s arm swings in a wide arc, aimed at Nicola's face, a move born of heated impulse! But Nicola, quick and agile, ducks backwards to avoid the swing, and in one fluid motion, backhands Nina across the face with her other. The sound of the WHACK echoes through the hall, marking the breakdown of any remaining composure!
In an instant, the press conference descends into chaos. Both models lunge at each other, their bodies entangled as they tumble down onto the stage in a whirlwind of limbs and flying hair. Security rushes forward, and the audience is on their feet, their cheers and shouts filling the room, as officials and team members scramble to separate the embattled models. And once pulled apart, both Nina and Nicola are still seething, their eyes locked in a fiery glare.
A day later, the atmosphere in the Castle Theatre arena buzzes with excitement, awaiting the entrance of the two combatants who have more to prove tonight than just a win or loss on their records.
Nina is the first to make her entrance. She strides confidently down the aisle, her head held high, shoulders draped in a shimmering, silver robe that glitters under the arena lights. As she walks, she occasionally throws mock punches into the air, her eyes fixed on the ring ahead. Her robe sways with each step, hinting at the toned physique hidden beneath. As she approaches the ring, she pauses, absorbing the cheers and jeers from the crowd, then tosses her robe aside to reveal her fighting attire - a sleek, form-fitting black bikini, her gloves already laced tight, ready for battle.
Nicola follows soon after, met with an equally raucous reception from the crowd. She walks with a confident, almost regal poise, wearing a deep red robe embroidered with gold accents. Her gaze is focused on the ring, yet she acknowledges the crowd with nods and waves, showcasing her charismatic persona. Upon reaching the ring, Nicola discards her robe in a swift, fluid motion, revealing her own fighting gear: a crimson bikini that complements her toned frame, her gloves a matching shade of red.
The contrasts between them are as striking as their similarities. Both women stand at an imposing 5'9", their statuesque figures the epitome of athletic grace, yet their builds hint at differing fighting styles and experiences in the ring. Nina Agdal, at 30, carries the seasoned confidence of a fighter who's seen many battles. Her physique, while undeniably lean and toned, carries the subtle marks of experience, her swimsuit body honed through years of rigorous training and bouts. Her fighting style, developed over a longer career, is likely to be a blend of tactical acumen and honed instinct, with a focus on precision and timing.
On the other side, Nicola Cavanis, 25, embodies the vigor and raw energy of youth. Her build is slightly bulkier, with wider hips, suggesting a focus on power and strength. Her muscles, more pronounced, hint at a fighting style that relies on overwhelming her opponents with force and relentless aggression. Nicola's less extensive experience in the ring might be seen as a disadvantage, but it also means she's less predictable, with an impulsive fighting style that could catch a more seasoned fighter off guard.
In the ring, both Nina and Nicola avoid direct eye contact initially, each shadowboxing and stretching in their respective corners. Yet, as the referee calls them to the center of the ring for the final instructions, their gazes finally lock. They settle into their fighting stances and await the opening bell! With a wave of the referee’s hand, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Lightweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle match!
ROUND 1:
Both fighters are keenly aware of what's at stake, and neither want to be caught saddled by the end of the evening. Nicola, the underdog, wastes no time in showcasing her aggressive style, moving in quickly, utilizing her youth and energy, and launching a series of probing jabs towards Nina’s head and torso. The Vixen, ever the tactician, initially circles wide, her movements fluid and measured. She's gauging Nicola's rhythm, looking for openings to strike with her jabs, and the former champion’s experience shines through as she deftly blocks and counters several of Cavanis's advances. However, the German’s relentless pressure starts to pay off, her jabs and hooks becoming more precise, a few snapping Nina's head back with thudding impacts that resonate through the arena. Midway through the round, Nina delivers a crisp right cross to Nicola’s cheek, a blow that momentarily slows the younger model’s advance. Agdal follows up with a series of jabs to that toned body, but Cavanis absorbs them with a grunt and continues her assault. As the round progresses, Nicola’s strategy becomes clear – she's targeting Nina's body in turn, trying to wear the Danish model down. A particularly sharp hook lands squarely on the side of Nina’s ribs, drawing a sharp hiss from the Danish model. Agdal counters with a quick combination to Nicola’s head, but the German model’s agility sees her slipping most of the blows, her head weaving deftly to avoid the worst of it. And in the final moments of the opening round, Nicola lands another solid left hook to Nina’s stomach, a shot that visibly shakes Agdal and forces her to retreat, hugging her midsection. The bell soon saves her from another rampaging Cavanis, Nicola just about to rush her down when the referee signals them both back to their corners. Nina wipes a bead of sweat from her brow, while Nicola, her chest heaving slightly, nods to her corner in acknowledgment of a round well fought.
ROUND 2:
Round 2 commences with Agdal, visibly riled from the previous round's close call, adopting a more assertive stance. This time, she's the one taking the initiative, stepping forward with a determined glint in her eyes. The Vixen starts off with a rapid-fire combination, her gloves darting out like striking snakes, targeting Nicola's head with a series of stinging jabs and crosses. The German model, momentarily taken aback by Nina's sudden aggression, finds herself on the defensive, her arms too slow to intercept the speed and frequency of the former champ’s. As the round progresses, Nina wants to exploit Nicola's aggressive approach, using her quick feet and head movements to dodge and weave around the busty German’s punches. Each time Nicola lunges in with a hook or overhand, Agdal counters with a precision that speaks of her years in the ring. A particularly sharp jab snaps Nicola's head back, followed by a swift uppercut that grazes the younger model’s chin, eliciting a startled grunt as her head gets lifted slightly in a daze. Nicola, however, is not one to be easily daunted. She regains her composure later on and starts to match Nina's pace. The German model's punches, though slightly less frequent now, carry a power that visibly affects the leaner Agdal. A solid right hook thuds into Nina’s side after a feint is thrown high, forcing a brief grimace from the Danish model. And in the final minute of the round, the two models engage in a fierce exchange near the center of the ring. Nina, with her back slightly to the ropes, manages to duck under a wide swing from Nicola and responds with a blistering flurry of punches that connect with Nicola's body and face, each hit punctuated by the sound of leather against flesh. Finally, the bell rings just as Nina lands a powerful right cross to Nicola’s cheek, making the German model's knees wobble slightly. Both fighters, breathing heavily, retreat to their corners, and it’s Nina now with a slight nod of satisfaction, acknowledging her corner's cheers, while Nicola looks a little more shaken than before, listening intently to her corner’s advice to mount a comeback in the following rounds.
ROUND 3:
Round 3 begins with Nicola adopting a new strategy that blends power with patience, a marked shift from the earlier rounds. The German model steps out of her corner with a confident, measured pace, her eyes locked on Nina across. Then, she wastes no time in demonstrating her power, quickly closing the distance and launching a series of hard hooks that are aimed squarely at Nina's midsection, all the while first firing shots at the Vixen’s face to get her to raise her guard and expose her tummy. The first few punches land with harsh thuds off her toned abs, each blow making her body visibly recoil. Nina, caught off guard by the sudden ferocity, attempts to retaliate with her own fast jab combos, trying to keep the advancing German at bay with several clean shots to Nicola's face. But the Danish girl’s efforts seem to barely faze Cavanis. The German blonde’s sturdy frame absorbs the hits, at least for now, her face taking stiff hits but her eyes narrowed again with determination, as she simply continues her punishing advance. As the round progresses, Nicola uses her bigger bulk and strength to maneuver Nina towards the ropes, cutting off the Vixen's avenues of escape. Each time Nina appears pinned and protecting her head, Cavanis unloads with rapid hooks to her torso, the sound of leather smacking against taut skin echoing through the arena, punctuated by Nina's sharp intakes of breath. Nina, now finding herself in danger of getting pinned and under siege, tries to weather the storm. She keeps her guard high, trying to block the worst of Nicola's onslaught to the sides of her head, but the sheer volume and power of the German's punches begin to take their toll. Her movements grow sluggish, her counterattacks less frequent and effective, even as she lands some nice hooks to the German’s own chin, snapping her head to either side. But a particularly vicious hook from Nicola lands squarely to the pit of Nina's stomach, forcing a grunt of pain from the Danish model, her body folding slightly under the impact. And as the round nears its end, Nicola maintains her relentless pressure, continuing to work Nina's body and arms, her gloves pounding rhythmically against her ribs and abdomen. Before she can score the KO blow, however, the bell rings, providing a much-needed respite for a visibly shaken Agdal. Nina has to stagger back to her corner, her side showing the reddening marks of Nicola's gloves, while Cavanis, winded but looking satisfied, strides back to her own corner.
ROUND 4:
Round 4 opens with Nina clearly understanding the urgency of the situation. She's down on points, and if she wants to turn this match around, now is the time to act. The bell rings, and she springs forward into action, employing her agility to move around Nicola with swift footwork, trying to avoid being a stationary target. Then, she throws quick, snapping jabs, aiming at Cavanis's head and shoulders, trying to regain some control and rhythm in the fight. Her punches, though not as powerful as her counterpart’s, are precise and well-timed, keeping the German model at bay in the first few seconds. Nicola, for her part, responds with her usual strength, but this round, she seems a step slower, perhaps feeling the effects of her earlier exertions. She continues to pursue Nina, attempting to corner her against the ropes again, but Agdal's nimble movements and quick counters to her face and body make it a more challenging task. As the round progresses, Nina begins to find more success. She lands a series of sharp left-right-left combinations, her gloves smacking into Nicola's nose and lips, and spanking off her toned abdomen. Each punch from Nina is met with a cheer from the crowd, sensing a possible comeback for the older Vixen. Meanwhile, Nicola has no choice but to absorb the blows and stay patient. They're clearly having an effect, however, with her advances becoming less coordinated, more reactive than proactive, as she favors protecting her reddening face with a more firm guard. But in a crucial moment down the line, Nina catches her with a solid right cross to the jaw, snapping the German's head to the side and back. This momentarily stuns Cavanis, giving Nina the opportunity to rush in and unleash another flurry of punches to her body, those gloves thudding against Cavanis's ribs and midsection like a speed bag, drawing grunts of effort and pain from her lips. Despite the odds turning against her, Nicola remains a formidable opponent. She manages to slow Agdal's momentum with well-timed hooks flying right back, one or two slamming into her arms and a couple more stunning her back to her body, jolting Nina about and reminding her of the power she still possesses. Finally, as the bell rings, both fighters return to their corners looking exhausted but equally determined to continue the fight. Nina, breathing heavily, receives nods of approval from her corner, her strategy in this round having paid off, but just narrowly. Nicola, meanwhile, takes a moment to regain her breath, her expression one of someone who knows they're in a real brawl for pride and glory.
ROUND 5:
The fifth begins with an air of expectancy swirling through the arena, the crowd eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this gripping contest. Nina, having regained some momentum in the previous round, enters with a noticeable spring in her step, her eyes alight with the prospect of victory. She’s been hurt somewhat by Cavanis’ targeting of her body, but the former champ ain’t gonna go down without a fight. Nina charges out of her corner, hoping to surprise Nicola with a quick one-two combination that snaps into her nose and her head back, a clear signal of her intent. Nicola, caught slightly off guard by Nina's aggressive start, tries to respond in kind. She throws a couple of heavy hooks through the air, aiming to slow down the Danish model's onslaught by making her dodge and weave. However, Nina's footwork is impeccable – the former champ dances around Nicola's punches, evading them with fluid ease, before blasting the German back across her face with a drubbing right hook. Cavanis shakes it off and keeps on coming in hot. For a moment, Cavanis looks to beat the Vixen back, sinking a nasty hook into her side but then taking another combination of hooks clean across her face. AND THAT SEEMS TO BE ENOUGH! Cavanis staggers to the side, looking dazed! She tries to steady herself but another swift flurry to the body has her further bowled over and falling back! Nina rushes her down, continuing to sink punches into her arms and body before a step-in arc through the middle EXPLODES an uppercut right into the base of Nicola's chin! OUCH!! The impact is immediate and brutal – Nicola's legs buckle, her eyes glaze over, and she crumples to the canvas in a heap!! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for the former champ, who ROARS in victory, parading around the dazed challenger whilst continuing to spout insults down into her face! Could this be it?!
The arena erupts into a frenzy as the referee rushes over to commence the count. Nina retreats to the neutral corner, her chest heaving, a smile on her face, her eyes fixed on her fallen opponent. Meanwhile, the referee's count echoes through the arena – "1... 2... 3..." – but Nicola remains motionless, the knockout blow having taken its full toll. Cavanis lies sprawled out near the ropes, her eyes squeezed shut and her chest still rising and falling in troughs. And by the count of "8," it's evident that Nicola won't be getting up, so the referee decides to WAVE it off! It’s OVER!!
Official Result: Nina Agdal defeats Nicola Cavanis via KO5!
AFTER:
The arena is a cauldron of excitement as Agdal, her eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and scorn, begins the calculated process of removing her gloves. Her movements are almost ritualistic, her teeth tugging at the strings with a slow, deliberate ferocity, each glove falling to the canvas with a soft thud. She’s clearly savoring this moment, her moment of victory.
Then, with her gloves discarded, Nina turns her attention to the dazed Nicola Cavanis. She grasps a fistful of her hair, slowly pulling her up to her feet. And as Nicola is hauled up, her body weakly complying, Nina leans in and over her, her voice dripping with disdain. "This is the so-called 'hotter version' of me, huh?" she sneers, her words sharp and cutting. "Tonight, I'm going to show everyone you're nothing but a pretender, and I'm about to ride you."
A dazed Cavanis is slowly led to the ropes by Nina, who has maintained her firm grip on her hair. The Vixen guides her stumbling opponent forward, each step a clear display of her control over the situation. There, Nina shoves her back into the ropes and leans in even closer, her fingers entwined in Nicola's hair, tilting her opponent's head back, forcing her to meet her gaze.
Her taunts continue, her voice a venomous whisper meant only for Nicola's ears. "You thought you could outshine me?" Nina mocks, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're just a shadow.. And shadows don't win fights."
Nina starts to land light, teasing punches into Nicola's stomach and breasts. Each blow is not meant to do significant damage but serves as a humiliating reminder of her dominance. The punches land with a soft thud, Nicola’s body responding with slight jerks, a grimace forming on her face with each impact.
However, this close proximity allows Nicola to catch her breath, to find that spark of resilience buried deep within. As Nina draws her fist back for another punch to her body, the air crackles with tension as Nicola, her expression transforming from pain to fiery determination, launches her own wild hook that arcs through the air and crashes across Agdal's face. The crowd reacts audibly as the glove smacks against Nina's cheek, a resounding CRACK! that echoes around the arena!
Nina's head whips to the side, her eyes widening in shock at the unexpected power behind the punch. But more surprising is that the German girl is fighting back at all! The Vixen’s response is immediate and fierce. With a growl of frustration, she attempts to ramp up her own offensive, aiming to subdue Nicola's burgeoning rebellion. Her fists fly towards Nicola’s even faster, aiming to land punishing, disorientating blows on her body and face, reasserting her dominance.
But Nicola, fuelled by a blend of desperation and newfound confidence, matches Nina's intensity. She begins to rain hooks across Nina's face and chin with increasing frequency. Each blow lands with a sickening thud, visibly jarring Nina and jolting her further and further to the side. And soon, the once-dominant Agdal starts to stagger, her previous poise unraveling under the relentless barrage.
As Nina struggles to regain her footing, Nicola seizes the moment. With a surge of strength, she lunges forward and grabs Nina by the waist and shoulders, her fingers gripping tightly. In a fluid motion, she pulls Nina forward and reverses their positions, now forcing Nina against the ropes and leaning in, pinning her in place.
Her breath, heated with exertion, brushes against Nina's face as she sneers with a mix of disdain and exhilaration, "Not so tough now, are you?"
Nina, trapped and overwhelmed, can barely muster a response. Her arms, once delivering powerful blows, now flail weakly, trying in vain to ward off Nicola's relentless assault. Each of Nicola's hooks crashes against Nina's face and body with ruthless precision, the impact of glove on flesh punctuated by the Danish model's stifled grunts.
The German model's larger frame is an immovable barrier, her hips and chest pressing into Nina's, leaving her no room to maneuver or escape. With every punishing blow, Nina's body shudders, her back scraping against the rough texture of the ropes.
Nicola's taunts continue, her words a venomous whisper in Nina's ear, "You're going to be a beautiful ride, Nina. I can't wait to break you in." Her gloved hands work methodically, pounding Nina's torso and breasts, each striking a clear message of dominance.
In a final act of dominance, Nicola wraps her arms around Nina’s waist, pulling her close. She whispers a taunt into Nina’s ear, a private message heard only by the two combatants, before landing one last, decisive uppercut to Nina’s stomach. The blow sends Nina reeling, her body folding over Nicola's fist.
Nicola then watches as Nina's body begins to sag, her strength visibly draining from her body. Agdal's once defiant stance now crumbles, her knees buckling under the weight of that beating she just endured. Nicola, seizing her moment of victory, reaches out and grasps Nina firmly by the hair, steadying her on unsteady legs. With a firm grip, she pulls the dazed girl to the center of the ring, before shoving her down and positioning her on all fours.
Nina's body, battered and weary from the fight, complies, her limbs trembling under her own weight. Then, Nicola, with an evil glint in her eyes, begins to strap the body saddle onto Nina's back instead. She lifts Nina's limp form slightly, sliding the saddle onto the small of her back, the leather straps hanging loosely over either side for a moment.
Meanwhile, the VIX corner is in an uproar, their protests loud and vehement. Coaches and teammates alike shout and gesture, their outrage at the sight of their fighter, and the winner being subjected to such humiliation. But the officials firmly hold them back, their insistence clear: the rules dictate a body saddle must be secured at the end of the fight, regardless of who ends up wearing it.
As Nicola works the saddle, her fingers deftly pull the straps around Nina's waist and chest, tightening them until the saddle is snug against the Danish model's bruised body. She ensures every buckle is fastened securely, each click a symbolic nail in Nina's proverbial coffin. The act is meticulous, almost ceremonial, as Nicola methodically transforms Nina into a defeated mount, a physical embodiment of her victory.
The German model then reaches around Nina's body, her hands briefly brushing against the tender flesh of Nina's abdomen, eliciting a soft groan from the beaten woman. With a final tug, Nicola ensures the saddle is firmly in place, leaving no room for escape or relief. Nina's head hangs low, her golden hair cascading around her face, hiding her expression from the crowd but not the shame of her defeat.
Finally, with the saddle securely in place, Nicola mounts Nina, sitting heavily upon her lower back. She grips Nina’s hair, using it as reins, a cruel yet fitting gesture that cements her dominance. Nina, now reduced to a mere mount, bears the weight of her conqueror, her body showing the clear signs of her defeat – her once powerful frame now submissive, her breathing ragged, and her spirit seemingly broken by the weight of her loss and the humiliation of her current position.
Nina, once a towering figure in the ring, now finds herself reduced to a mere platform for Nicola’s victory. On her hands and knees, her arms tremble under her weight and the strain of the fight, barely able to keep her propped up on the canvas. Her legs, usually so swift and powerful in the ring, are splayed awkwardly beneath her, the muscles twitching with fatigue and the stress of her humiliating position. Nina's belly, usually taut and defined, heaves with each labored breath, the signs of Nicola's relentless body assault still evident in the reddened and bruised flesh. Her skin glistens with a mixture of sweat and the sheer exertion of the fight, adding a visceral texture to her subjugation.
Atop this defeated form, Nicola sits with the weight of a conqueror. She perches heavily on Nina's lower back, the saddle creaking under her triumph. In her hand, she holds a clump of Nina's dirty golden hair, pulled back just enough to force the Danish model's head to tilt upwards. Her eyes, which once sparkled with determination, now flicker with the harsh reality of her defeat. The act of having her hair used as reins, pulling her head back in such a vulnerable and exposed manner, is a final, crushing blow to her pride.
Then, Nicola uses her legs to firmly straddle Nina's sides, each movement a clear show of control. The German model, relishing her moment of triumph, occasionally tugs sharply on Nina's golden hair, eliciting a muffled groan from the Danish model beneath her. Each tug serves as a command, directing Nina's movements across the canvas. To further assert her dominance, Nicola occasionally delivers sharp, punitive punches to Nina's buttocks. The impact of her fists against the soft muscle and flesh serves as a humiliating spur, urging the Vixen further forward.
Despite her exhaustion and the weight bearing down on her, Nina initially complies, moving across the ring on all fours, each step a testament to her defeat. But as the ordeal continues, her strength wanes visibly. Her movements become slower, more labored, until finally, her body can take no more. With one last effort, she collapses onto the canvas, her body sprawling beneath the triumphant Nicola.
Nicola doesn't miss a beat. As Nina lies defeated beneath her, she poses over her, a conqueror surveying her vanquished foe. Though she may have technically lost the fight, the German fighter’s actions speak louder than any official result. She has turned her defeat into a display of undeniable strength and willpower. Nina, once the pride of the Vixens, now lies beneath her, a humbled and defeated figure.
Backstage, away from the roaring crowd and the intense spotlight of the ring, both Nina and Nicola address the press, their emotions a stark contrast to each other.
Nina, still visibly in pain and red markings streaked across her skin, stands with her team assessing the damage. She grimaces slightly as she speaks, her voice tinged with both pain and determination. "This ain’t over," she vows, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and resolve. "That German b*tch has picked the wrong girl to mess with, and I promise, revenge will be sweet."
Meanwhile, Nicola is the picture of triumph and jubilation. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she addresses the media, her voice filled with pride. "Tonight, I wasn’t just Nina's replacement – I proved to be her superior," she declares confidently. "The way I turned my defeat into victory out there... This is just the beginning. If Nina wants a rematch, I'll be more than happy to beat her up again. I am the new face of this rivalry, and tonight was just the first chapter of my story."