Post by Lookout! Boxing on Dec 30, 2023 3:14:01 GMT -6
Lily Collins vs. Lucy Hale III
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
Lily:
(33, 5’5, 112, 82:22 FCBA, VIXENs)
Lucy:
(33, 5’2, 39:44 FCBA, Pretty Little Punchers Inc.)
BEFORE:
As the press conference concludes, both fighters stand from their seats and head to the center of the stage for the customary staredown. Lily towers slightly over Lucy by a few inches, but Lucy stands her ground, glaring back up at her opponent. There's a moment of silence, a visual representation of the rivalry, before Lucy breaks it with a pointed comment:
Moments later, Lucy Hale makes her entrance to a chorus of cheers. Her robe is a striking contrast to Lily's – a deep, fiery red, symbolizing her burning determination. Once in the ring, Lucy removes her robe, revealing a red sports bra and black compression shorts underneath. She sports red gloves with black trim, pumping them into the air as she steps into the ring, her gaze fixed on Lily.
ROUND 1:
Bell rings and it’s Collins who immediately seizes the center with a confident stride, her first jabs precise and swift, snapping out towards Lucy’s head and torso. Lucy, shorter but more agile, tries to slip inside Lily’s range, but each time she attempts to close the distance, she’s met with a sharp jab or a quick cross that forces her to reset when one or two stun her to the face. Lily continues to circle and press Lucy, a little wary of her firepower but landing clean, effective shots instead. A particularly well-timed right cross catches her on the chin, causing the Pretty Little Puncher to stumble back, a clear sign that Lily isn't just defending her territory, but dominating it. Lucy, determined to turn the tide, launches a series of aggressive attacks in the last minute, swinging away high and low as she charges in, but Lily’s footwork keeps her just out of reach. Each time Lucy lunges in, she finds herself countered by a barrage of blows, the sound of leather hitting flesh punctuating each hit. Lily even bangs away at the torso in the final seconds, slowly pushing Hale towards the ropes. And with nowhere to go, Lucy absorbs the series with shock, each thudding impact against her ribs and midsection, forcing grunts from her lips. Only when the bell rings does Lucy manage to break free, and as they return to their corners, it’s evident that Collins has taken the round wide on points. And Lucy, breathing heavily, is aware that she needs to find an answer to her dominant start.
ROUND 2:
Lucy bursts out of the corner fast with her head dipped, eager to close the distance before Lily knows what’s happening. Hale used her smaller stature in the past to get up close and personal, and now, she’s no longer trying to dodge Lily's reach but instead aims to smother it. She ducks under a high jab from Lily before responding with a swift combination to the Vixen’s body. Lily's arms come down in defense, but Lucy exploits this further, landing a quick hook to the jaw that snaps the taller girl's head to the side. The crowd reacts to this sudden surge, their cheers rising as the tide seems to turn. Lucy's punches, though shorter in reach, carry a ferocity and speed that Lily struggles to counter. Another hard left thump from Lucy finds its mark on the ribs, followed by a right glove that grazes off Lily's guard and clips her temple. Lily tries to regain control, her footwork swift as she attempts to create space between them. However, Lucy keeps pressing forward, her gloves targeting Lily's head and body in equal measure. A sharp uppercut bangs into the chin, forcing Lily to stagger and clinch up, the Vixen looking to slow down the pace. As they grapple, Lucy manages to sneak in a couple more short blows to Lily's side, each one drawing a sharp hiss from the Vixen. And when they finally break, both fighters are already showing signs of the struggle, their breathing heavy. In the final minute, Lily does manage to land a solid counter right to the nose, in her own attempt to reassert her dominance. But Lucy takes the hit and shrugs it off, returning with a left-right combo that further sinks into Lily’s abdomen and pushes her back against the ropes. The bell rings and both women retreat back to their corners, and it's clear that Lucy has taken the round, albeit closely.
ROUND 3:
Hale continues to dominate, exploding out of her corner with an aggression that catches even the seasoned Collins off guard. The first minute is another march-in-and-wail-away moment, with Lucy leveraging her compact frame and agility to fire off a constant stream of jabs and hooks. Lily, taken by surprise, is forced on the defensive again, her usually fluid footwork stuttering under the relentless assault. Lucy tagging the Vixen off the arms before ducking under any return fire, slipping in close to eventually nullifying Lily's reach advantage. Her red gloves then find their mark on Lily's torso and head, with a particularly sharp jab snapping Lily’s head back after landing on her nostrils. Lily responds with even more footwork, throwing out calculated jabs as she skirts the ropes, just waiting for Hale to run out of steam. Midway through the round, Lucy catches Lily with a double-whammy: a low hook stuns the body before another overhand catches the Vixen on her cheek. Lily gets hammered in both directions, her face temporarily showing shock and her guard faltering. Hale follows up swiftly with a third punishing blow to the ribs, making Lily wince as her body lurches forward, the impact forcing a grunt from her lips, a rare moment of vulnerability from the Vixen. She manages to cover and defend against the follow-up attacks, and even tries to mount a counterattack in the final seconds of the round, shooting lefts and rights towards Lucy’s face in an effort to stave her off, but it's not enough to turn the tide. As the bell rings, Lucy steps back, a confident smirk on her face, while Lily, visibly shaken, retreats to her corner, her side showing early signs of bruising from those body shots.
ROUND 4:
Hale continues to seize the center in the fourth, and the VIX corner looks more and more troubled by their own fighter’s ring-rust. Right off the bell, Hale launches a massive haymaker into the air that arcs through the air with lethal intent. Lily, caught off-guard, takes the full brunt of the punch square to her jaw, her head snapping to the side and back with a loud "CRACK!" OUCH!! The force of the blow sends her staggering backwards, her legs momentarily betraying her, and Lucy rushes in like a predator! She backs Collins up with more hooks banging in left and right, just hammering at the lean girl’s torso, each thud of glove against flesh punctuated by sharp gasps of pain. Despite the onslaught, Lily tries to shield herself, her arms shakily raised in a desperate guard. She stumbles about the ring, her back scraping against the ropes as Lucy tries to corner and pin her down… The Vixen's face is a mask of determination, even as bruises begin to form and her breathing becomes ragged and labored. Hale burrows her fists into Collins’ body, each punch seemingly intent on folding the taller woman in half and bring her down to her knees. "HUUGH... UNGHH!" Lily's groans fill the air, her body language screaming resistance even as her strength wanes. Lily, however, clings to consciousness, her legs wobbling but not collapsing, wrapping arms around Hale’s form whenever possible, pulling the shorter brunette close even as Hale snarls on shoulder and bangs away at her sides to a less effective extent. Finally, as the bell signals the end of the round, Lucy steps back, leaving a visibly shaken and battered Lily Collins still standing, but barely.
ROUND 5:
Collins’ still reeling from the previous round's punishment, adopting a strategy of mobility and stay-the-f*ck-on-your-feet. She bounces lightly, her movements fluid and cautious, continuing to snap jabs out at Lucy's face. Each jab comes with a sharp "PIK! PIK!" as they make contact with Hale's features, but still mostly stinging the arms. Lucy smells blood but is showing signs of tiredness, finding her advances thwarted, her face bunched up and head snapped to the side from each one-two combo squeezed into nose and lip. She manages to land a few solid shots to Collins' sides, but Lily is quick to regain her composure, dancing just out of reach just as Lucy sets up for another barrage. Throughout the round, Lily maintains this pattern – hit and move. As Lucy's frustration grows, so does Lily's confidence. The Vixen starts landing more than just jabs; a well-placed right cross catches Hale clean on the cheek, jolting her head backwards with a resounding "WHAP!" Lucy staggers, her momentum halted, and for a moment, she seems vulnerable!! Lily surges in to land more stiff combinations off her frame, her gloves pounding into the PLP starlet’s face and body to end the round on the highest note. As the bell rings, both women retreat to their corners, breathing heavily. Lucy, wiping sweat from her brow, looks slightly bewildered at Lily's comeback, while Collins, despite the exhaustion evident in her stance, wears a small smile of satisfaction. It's clear the round has gone to Lily, but only just!
ROUND 6:
Both fighters are well aware that every moment now could decide the rest of this fight. Lily rides the momentum from her last round’s success, moving with a determined sharpness, her eyes fixed on Lucy, who’s still showing the aftereffects of the previous round, though Hale is shaking her head left and right to meet the Brit girl head-on. The early exchanges are cautious, each fighter probing for weaknesses. Lily’s jabs continue to snap out, but Lucy is more defensive now, blocking and weaving, looking for her opportunity to swing back at her body to sap her off her remaining strength. Collins then feints a jab, which draws Lucy in, before unleashing a devastating right hook through the air - KAPOW! The punch SMACKS into Lucy’s jaw, sending the Pretty Little Puncher staggering backwards! OUCH! Instantly, Lucy's legs wobble, her arms falter, and she struggles to stay upright!! AND HERE COMES COLLINS, sensing her moment and surging forward, unleashes flurries both high and low, to the arms and body! Lucy’s quickly getting overwhelmed, and can only try to cover up as those gloves hammer away at her face and stomach, each combination pushing her back towards the ropes! Then, in a moment of calculated brutality, Lily steps in and delivers a crushing uppercut that cuts through the middle of the noise - the blow BLASTS her arms apart and catches the shorter girl on the base of Lucy’s chin!! OUCH! Hale gets LIFTED upwards and off her feet before she collapses back DOWN to the canvas with a heavy THUD! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Lily Collins!
The referee immediately moves in to start the count, but it’s clear from the outset that Miss Hale ain’t getting up. "One... Two... Three..." She lies motionless on her back, her chest heaving, her head still wrung on the bottom rope, a look of defeat etched across her face… "...Eight... Nine... Ten!" That’s it! The referee has no choice but to wave this fight off! It’s OVER!!
Official Result: Lily Collins defeats Lucy Hale via KO6!
AFTER:
"I've taken plenty of hits before, and I've always come back stronger. This isn't the end for me," Lucy asserts, her tone firm and unwavering. "I'll be back in the ring, training harder, fighting smarter. You haven't seen the last of Lucy Hale, that's a promise.”
(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)
Lily:
(33, 5’5, 112, 82:22 FCBA, VIXENs)
Lucy:
(33, 5’2, 39:44 FCBA, Pretty Little Punchers Inc.)
BEFORE:
The Scene: a packed press conference room, buzzing with anticipation for the next grudge match between Lily Collins and Lucy Hale. The backdrop is emblazoned with the event's logo: "Flyweight Showdown: Collins vs. Hale III", and cameras flash as journalists from various sports and entertainment outlets gather around the stage, awaiting the arrival of both competitors.
Lily first strides into the room with an air of confidence, a slight smirk on her lips. She's dressed in a stylish, form-fitting black dress that highlights her slender physique, her dark hair cascading elegantly over her shoulders. She waves to the crowd, her eyes sparkling with a mix of anticipation and determination.
Moments later, Lucy Hale makes her entrance. She's in sharp contrast to Lily, sporting a bold red pantsuit that accentuates her compact, athletic build. Her shorter stature is compensated by the intensity in her eyes, a clear signal that she's here to settle the score.
Both fighters take their seats on stage, microphones in front of them.
"Thank you all for coming," Lily begins, her voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of excitement. "Last time Lucy and I met in the ring, I made a statement during our stable war. And this time won't be any different. I respect Lucy's tenacity, but the ring is my domain, and I plan to prove it once again."
Lucy leans into her microphone, her gaze locked on Lily. "Respect is earned, Lily, and I plan to earn mine back. Our last fight? It was a misstep I haven't forgotten. I'm not just here for redemption; I'm here to show I'm the better fighter. Get ready for a storm, Collins."
"You may have the height, Lils, but I've got the heart. And come fight night, one is gonna beat out the other."
Lily chuckles, responding with a quick retort, "Heart is great and all that, Luce, but it won't save you from my fists."
Before the tension can turn physical, the moderator steps in, reminding them to save it for the ring. Both fighters share one last intense glare at each other before exiting the stage, leaving the press hall with more questions than answers.
A day later, the arena is thick with anticipation for this third showdown between both girls. Fans of both fighters are present, their cheers echoing through the venue as the lights dim, signaling the start.
The first to make her entrance is Collins. The lights shift to a shimmering silver, mirroring the sparkle of her entrance robe. She strides down the ramp with confidence, her robe flowing behind her, its silver hue complemented by red and gold flashes from the entrance lights. Underneath, she sports a sleek black bikini top paired with matching trunks, her toned physique on full display. Her black gloves, adorned with silver trim, glint under the lights as she raises her fists in acknowledgment of the cheering crowd. Reaching the ring, she sheds her robe, bouncing lightly on her toes as she warms up.
Both fighters take their respective corners, engaging in final stretches and warm-up routines. Lily and Lucy exchange glances, their earlier words at the press conference lingering in the air between them. As the referee calls them to the center of the ring for final instructions, they nod in understanding, their expressions hardened and focused. Returning to their corners, they await the sound of the bell, each fighter mentally preparing for the battle ahead. And HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
Bell rings and it’s Collins who immediately seizes the center with a confident stride, her first jabs precise and swift, snapping out towards Lucy’s head and torso. Lucy, shorter but more agile, tries to slip inside Lily’s range, but each time she attempts to close the distance, she’s met with a sharp jab or a quick cross that forces her to reset when one or two stun her to the face. Lily continues to circle and press Lucy, a little wary of her firepower but landing clean, effective shots instead. A particularly well-timed right cross catches her on the chin, causing the Pretty Little Puncher to stumble back, a clear sign that Lily isn't just defending her territory, but dominating it. Lucy, determined to turn the tide, launches a series of aggressive attacks in the last minute, swinging away high and low as she charges in, but Lily’s footwork keeps her just out of reach. Each time Lucy lunges in, she finds herself countered by a barrage of blows, the sound of leather hitting flesh punctuating each hit. Lily even bangs away at the torso in the final seconds, slowly pushing Hale towards the ropes. And with nowhere to go, Lucy absorbs the series with shock, each thudding impact against her ribs and midsection, forcing grunts from her lips. Only when the bell rings does Lucy manage to break free, and as they return to their corners, it’s evident that Collins has taken the round wide on points. And Lucy, breathing heavily, is aware that she needs to find an answer to her dominant start.
ROUND 2:
Lucy bursts out of the corner fast with her head dipped, eager to close the distance before Lily knows what’s happening. Hale used her smaller stature in the past to get up close and personal, and now, she’s no longer trying to dodge Lily's reach but instead aims to smother it. She ducks under a high jab from Lily before responding with a swift combination to the Vixen’s body. Lily's arms come down in defense, but Lucy exploits this further, landing a quick hook to the jaw that snaps the taller girl's head to the side. The crowd reacts to this sudden surge, their cheers rising as the tide seems to turn. Lucy's punches, though shorter in reach, carry a ferocity and speed that Lily struggles to counter. Another hard left thump from Lucy finds its mark on the ribs, followed by a right glove that grazes off Lily's guard and clips her temple. Lily tries to regain control, her footwork swift as she attempts to create space between them. However, Lucy keeps pressing forward, her gloves targeting Lily's head and body in equal measure. A sharp uppercut bangs into the chin, forcing Lily to stagger and clinch up, the Vixen looking to slow down the pace. As they grapple, Lucy manages to sneak in a couple more short blows to Lily's side, each one drawing a sharp hiss from the Vixen. And when they finally break, both fighters are already showing signs of the struggle, their breathing heavy. In the final minute, Lily does manage to land a solid counter right to the nose, in her own attempt to reassert her dominance. But Lucy takes the hit and shrugs it off, returning with a left-right combo that further sinks into Lily’s abdomen and pushes her back against the ropes. The bell rings and both women retreat back to their corners, and it's clear that Lucy has taken the round, albeit closely.
ROUND 3:
Hale continues to dominate, exploding out of her corner with an aggression that catches even the seasoned Collins off guard. The first minute is another march-in-and-wail-away moment, with Lucy leveraging her compact frame and agility to fire off a constant stream of jabs and hooks. Lily, taken by surprise, is forced on the defensive again, her usually fluid footwork stuttering under the relentless assault. Lucy tagging the Vixen off the arms before ducking under any return fire, slipping in close to eventually nullifying Lily's reach advantage. Her red gloves then find their mark on Lily's torso and head, with a particularly sharp jab snapping Lily’s head back after landing on her nostrils. Lily responds with even more footwork, throwing out calculated jabs as she skirts the ropes, just waiting for Hale to run out of steam. Midway through the round, Lucy catches Lily with a double-whammy: a low hook stuns the body before another overhand catches the Vixen on her cheek. Lily gets hammered in both directions, her face temporarily showing shock and her guard faltering. Hale follows up swiftly with a third punishing blow to the ribs, making Lily wince as her body lurches forward, the impact forcing a grunt from her lips, a rare moment of vulnerability from the Vixen. She manages to cover and defend against the follow-up attacks, and even tries to mount a counterattack in the final seconds of the round, shooting lefts and rights towards Lucy’s face in an effort to stave her off, but it's not enough to turn the tide. As the bell rings, Lucy steps back, a confident smirk on her face, while Lily, visibly shaken, retreats to her corner, her side showing early signs of bruising from those body shots.
ROUND 4:
Hale continues to seize the center in the fourth, and the VIX corner looks more and more troubled by their own fighter’s ring-rust. Right off the bell, Hale launches a massive haymaker into the air that arcs through the air with lethal intent. Lily, caught off-guard, takes the full brunt of the punch square to her jaw, her head snapping to the side and back with a loud "CRACK!" OUCH!! The force of the blow sends her staggering backwards, her legs momentarily betraying her, and Lucy rushes in like a predator! She backs Collins up with more hooks banging in left and right, just hammering at the lean girl’s torso, each thud of glove against flesh punctuated by sharp gasps of pain. Despite the onslaught, Lily tries to shield herself, her arms shakily raised in a desperate guard. She stumbles about the ring, her back scraping against the ropes as Lucy tries to corner and pin her down… The Vixen's face is a mask of determination, even as bruises begin to form and her breathing becomes ragged and labored. Hale burrows her fists into Collins’ body, each punch seemingly intent on folding the taller woman in half and bring her down to her knees. "HUUGH... UNGHH!" Lily's groans fill the air, her body language screaming resistance even as her strength wanes. Lily, however, clings to consciousness, her legs wobbling but not collapsing, wrapping arms around Hale’s form whenever possible, pulling the shorter brunette close even as Hale snarls on shoulder and bangs away at her sides to a less effective extent. Finally, as the bell signals the end of the round, Lucy steps back, leaving a visibly shaken and battered Lily Collins still standing, but barely.
ROUND 5:
Collins’ still reeling from the previous round's punishment, adopting a strategy of mobility and stay-the-f*ck-on-your-feet. She bounces lightly, her movements fluid and cautious, continuing to snap jabs out at Lucy's face. Each jab comes with a sharp "PIK! PIK!" as they make contact with Hale's features, but still mostly stinging the arms. Lucy smells blood but is showing signs of tiredness, finding her advances thwarted, her face bunched up and head snapped to the side from each one-two combo squeezed into nose and lip. She manages to land a few solid shots to Collins' sides, but Lily is quick to regain her composure, dancing just out of reach just as Lucy sets up for another barrage. Throughout the round, Lily maintains this pattern – hit and move. As Lucy's frustration grows, so does Lily's confidence. The Vixen starts landing more than just jabs; a well-placed right cross catches Hale clean on the cheek, jolting her head backwards with a resounding "WHAP!" Lucy staggers, her momentum halted, and for a moment, she seems vulnerable!! Lily surges in to land more stiff combinations off her frame, her gloves pounding into the PLP starlet’s face and body to end the round on the highest note. As the bell rings, both women retreat to their corners, breathing heavily. Lucy, wiping sweat from her brow, looks slightly bewildered at Lily's comeback, while Collins, despite the exhaustion evident in her stance, wears a small smile of satisfaction. It's clear the round has gone to Lily, but only just!
ROUND 6:
Both fighters are well aware that every moment now could decide the rest of this fight. Lily rides the momentum from her last round’s success, moving with a determined sharpness, her eyes fixed on Lucy, who’s still showing the aftereffects of the previous round, though Hale is shaking her head left and right to meet the Brit girl head-on. The early exchanges are cautious, each fighter probing for weaknesses. Lily’s jabs continue to snap out, but Lucy is more defensive now, blocking and weaving, looking for her opportunity to swing back at her body to sap her off her remaining strength. Collins then feints a jab, which draws Lucy in, before unleashing a devastating right hook through the air - KAPOW! The punch SMACKS into Lucy’s jaw, sending the Pretty Little Puncher staggering backwards! OUCH! Instantly, Lucy's legs wobble, her arms falter, and she struggles to stay upright!! AND HERE COMES COLLINS, sensing her moment and surging forward, unleashes flurries both high and low, to the arms and body! Lucy’s quickly getting overwhelmed, and can only try to cover up as those gloves hammer away at her face and stomach, each combination pushing her back towards the ropes! Then, in a moment of calculated brutality, Lily steps in and delivers a crushing uppercut that cuts through the middle of the noise - the blow BLASTS her arms apart and catches the shorter girl on the base of Lucy’s chin!! OUCH! Hale gets LIFTED upwards and off her feet before she collapses back DOWN to the canvas with a heavy THUD! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Lily Collins!
The referee immediately moves in to start the count, but it’s clear from the outset that Miss Hale ain’t getting up. "One... Two... Three..." She lies motionless on her back, her chest heaving, her head still wrung on the bottom rope, a look of defeat etched across her face… "...Eight... Nine... Ten!" That’s it! The referee has no choice but to wave this fight off! It’s OVER!!
Official Result: Lily Collins defeats Lucy Hale via KO6!
AFTER:
As the excitement of the fight subsides, Lily emerges from the neutral corner, her victory adding a vibrant spring to her step as she beams wide for the fans. Surrounded by her team, she is greeted by the press, flashing lights capturing the moment. She completely ignores Hale, who looks shaken and shattered in her own corner, getting parts of her face iced down.
With that continued smile, Lily later addresses the reporters: "Tonight was about proving myself, not just to Lucy or to the fans, but to me. I've had my ups and downs this year, but I'm not done. Not by a long shot. Miss Pudgens, I hope you're watching. I'm coming for that AMD title, and I won't stop until it's mine."
Later, Lucy Hale, though visibly disappointed, shows her unbreakable spirit in her own press briefing backstage. Despite tonight’s setback, her resolve remains strong.
