Lily Collins versus Ana de Armas (AMD)
Jan 27, 2024 0:27:39 GMT -6
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Lily Collins vs. Ana De Armas (AMD)
Lily:
(34, 5’5, 112, 83:22 FCBA, VIXENs)
Ana:
(35, 5’6, 19:6 FCBA, League of Mighty Women)
BEFORE:
Lily Collins enters the press room first. The Vixen is dressed in a sleek, black pantsuit, her hair styled in elegant waves, and as she takes her place at the table, her eyes are steely, her posture upright, signaling her readiness for the coming contest. She hasn’t fought since beating Hale last December, and now, she’s opted to jump right back into dangerous company.
Speaking of which, Ana de Armas follows her entrance from the opposite side of the ring, her curvy presence commanding attention. She wears a striking red dress and her auburn hair is pulled back in a tight bun, highlighting those sharp Colombian features. As she takes her seat at the table, she flashes a confident smile to the crowd.
The moderator introduces both fighters, highlighting their previous encounters and the stakes of this AMD match. As the questions begin, Ana takes the lead, her tone laced with confidence and condescension.
"Dear Lily’s had multiple chances against me, and we all know how those turned out. The poor baby’s kissed my tummy more times than I can count. It's clear who the better fighter is. I should be the one going after Vanessa's AMD title, not her."
Lily looks visibly irked by Ana's remarks, and responds with equal fervor.
"Ana may have won sometime in the distant PAST, but tonight, it's going to be different. I'm not just going to beat her; I'm going to dominate. Her so-called ‘abs’ will be nothing but a memory once I'm done stuffing my fists into her stomach."
Lily and Ana, now in their weigh-in attire, step onto the scales one after the other. The British actress is sporting a sleek black sports bra and matching shorts, showcasing her toned physique and result of rigorous training. Her stomach muscles are well-defined, and her biceps look hella ripped.
Ana, in contrast, wears a striking red sports bra and shorts. Her own abs are visibly sculpted, living up to her claim to be a challenger for the AMD crown. Though slightly more curvy than the leaner Collins, that’s to be expected with Lily starting a feud with a full-blown Bantamweight fighter.
Moments later, both fighters approach each other for the traditional staredown. Time stands still as they stand toe-to-toe, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze that speaks volumes of their historic rivalry. These two have gone head-to-head annually since 2020, and unfortunately for Miss Collins, she’s most recently been on the losing side.
Suddenly, de Armas puckers her lips in a taunting gesture, mocking the Vixen incessantly. And Lily, her patience already worn thin, simply rolls her eyes to the side, and in a swift, unexpected move, DRIVES a balled fist into Ana's stomach. The impact is solid and immediate, with Ana's eyes widening in shock as she doubles over from the blow and lets out a pained grunt.
Of course, the rest of the stage erupts into chaos as the two fighters LUNGE at each other in a heated brawl. Lily continues to throw punches, aiming for the midsection, while Ana, recovering from the initial surprise, swings back with equal ferocity, her own fists targeting the body!
The two fighters, locked in this impromptu skirmish, seem oblivious to the chaos around them. Their focus is solely on each other, each punch thrown with a mix of skill and raw emotion. Lily's arms swing with controlled rage, her gloves smacking into Ana's sides, eliciting grunts of exertion from both fighters. "HAAGH! UGH!" Their breaths are heavy, their movements fueled by the adrenaline of the moment!
Fight officials and team members quickly rush onto the stage, struggling to separate the embattled fighters, their efforts met with resistance as Lily and Ana continue to exchange blows! As they’re finally pulled apart, their heavy breathing and the red marks on their bodies are evidence of the intensity of their clash. Despite being separated, their eyes remain locked in a fierce gaze, each fighter silently vowing that this is far from over!
Hours later, the atmosphere in the arena is electric with anticipation as the crowd eagerly awaits the continuation of this rivalry!
Lily Collins makes her entrance first to the intense beats of "Warrior" by Demi Lovato. She steps into the spotlight wearing a sleek, black sports bra and matching trunks, both accented with silver trim that catches the light with every step. Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, highlighting her focused and intense expression. As she strides down the aisle, of course, her well-defined abs are clearly on display.
Soon, Ana De Armas follows, making her entrance to the rhythm of "Hips Don't Lie" by Shakira. She appears in a striking red sports bra and trunks, adorned with gold accents that shimmer under the arena lights. Her brown hair flows around her shoulders, framing her determined face. And her toned and packed abs are on full display.
This here’s an AMD contest, folks, meaning only strikes below the neck will count in the judges’ scorecards.
In the ring, as both fighters engage in their final preparations, their abs glistening under the bright lights, the crowd can't help but notice the stark contrast between Lily's lean and mean torso and Ana's compact and powerful midsection.
Without further ado, the referee waves for the opening bell, and HERE WE GO!
ROUND 1:
Explosive energy to start, as Lily and Ana CHARGE towards each other! No surprises there! Lily leads with a series of sharp jabs to the face, her gloves snapping forward with precision. Each jab forces Ana to raise her arms in defense, creating openings for Lily to exploit. Then, Lily swiftly shifts her focus, driving a powerful hook into the side of her opponent’s exposed ribs, a solid "thump" that makes Ana's body jerk to the side. The Cuban-Spanish brunette, however, responds with her own aggressive tactics. She counters Lily's face shots with quick, retaliatory straight crosses, her fists cutting through the air with surprising speed. As Lily momentarily recoils from a particularly sharp cross to her cheek, Ana lunges forward, slamming a heavy uppercut into the center of Lily's abdomen! OUFF! A deep "whump" resonates, as Lily's body folds slightly over the punch, a sharp exhale escaping her lips in shock! The round quickly turns into a brutal exchange, with both fighters trading leather with increasing intensity. Later, they circle each other, looking for openings, their fists flying towards faces and then dipping low to bash leather into the torso. Lily lands a series of quick, bashing hooks across the extent of her waistline, each strike eliciting a grunt from Ana, her body and abs contorting with each hit. And as the round nears its end, both fighters show signs of the intense physical toll. When the bell rings, it’s Lily who has secured a slight edge due to her early aggressive strategy!
ROUND 2:
First minute is another whirlwind of action, with both fighters landing hits to each other's faces and bodies. The sound of leather smacking against skin fills the arena, punctuated by the occasional grunt of effort. Ana, Cuban actress galore, suddenly catches Lily off-guard with a high hook to her temple, snapping the leaner woman to the side, her body stumbling backwards awkwardly. Immediately, Ana presses forward, that evil glint in her eye as she targets the torso, each swipe and gripe landing with a heavy "thud," visibly folding Collins over the invasive glove. The Vixen’s body contorts under the barrage, as she backs away, trying to protect her body, but her abs clenching in response to more and more hooks landing all over. She attempts to disrupt Ana's assault by throwing heavier shots at the chin and face, aiming to stun Ana and create some breathing space. But Ana seems unfazed, her focus unwavering as she continues to shoot her fists in low and methodical. In the closing moments, De Armas intensifies her assault, finally driving Collins back into the ropes with a rapid flurry of lefts and rights to the arms and tummy. And Lily’s in trouble!! She draped both arms over her body but Ana simply circumvents them, hammering away at her ribs and sides, lefts and rights alternating in a rhythmic pattern, stuffing and sticking into the flesh in a series of muffled "thwacks" and "whumps!” The British brunette's face twists in pain, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to endure the relentless attack. Meanwhile, Ana's expression is one of focused determination mixed with satisfaction. She can sense Lily's weakening defense, and her smirks reflect this. At the bell, the damage has been clearly done. Lily slumps against the ropes, gasping for air! Ana lets out a roar of triumph, hands in the air and circling back to her corner. If Collins wishes to best Hudgens for the title, this performance ain’t it!
ROUND 3:
And HERE COMES LILY, not waiting around to f*ck about! Ana wants to resume her thumping of the Vixen’s body but Lily aims high instead, DAZZLING Ana to her face with a series of heavy hooks! Each punch snaps Ana’s head side to side with each impact, and the Cuban-American lets out a groan but KEEPS SWINGING, trying to overwhelm and subdue her foe with punches! Lily’s taking her own punishment but that snarl on her face means she aims to outpunch and outlast this time! She DRIVES Ana to the side and back with another jolt across her chin, before a rapidfire flurry seeks lower targets, thudding into the extent of Ana’s body with wicked payback. Ana puts up a valiant offense but her bracing starts to falter under the barrage, raising her arms in an attempt to block the incoming punches, but Lily's attacks are too fast and too furious. And finally, with her back pinned to the ropes, there’s nowhere else for her to run! A steady stream of straight hands RAM into her tummy and torso, each one landing with a solid "whud" against her clenched abs. Her body jerks with each hit, her abs visibly straining under the force of the continued punches! The Cuban actress's face is a mix of pain and frustration, as she tries to block and cover and endure the relentless assault, snarling back while taking her own swings at Lily’s body, but her punches just too slow and ineffective by comparison! And as the bell rings and the fighters momentarily step back, Lily, with a condescending smirk, taunts her foe, her breath labored from the exertion: "How are those abs of yours, babe?”
Ana, undeterred and brimming with bravado, fires back, her voice laced with defiance. "Oh, please, little baby, my abs can take anything you throw at them and more," she retorts. “Next round, you’ll see…” But just as Ana tries to straighten up and walk towards her corner, Lily cuts her off with a sudden and surprising shot right to the center of her belly, her glove slamming into Ana's stomach with a resounding "whump," making a deep indent in the flesh. Ana is caught off-guard by the attack, her mouth opens in a silent gasp, the air forcefully expelled from her lungs, and body instinctively folds over the glove, her arms wrapped around her midsection in a protective gesture. Lily steps back towards her corner after being told off by the referee, a triumphant smirk on her face, watching as Ana struggles to regain her composure!
ROUND 4:
And de Armas has a furious look in her eyes as she marches out of the corner, determined to pay Lily back for earlier! She starts off with a deceptive feint to Lilys' side, drawing a defensive reaction from the British fighter. Lily, anticipating the body shot, lowers her guard, only to be caught off-guard as Ana swiftly SMASHES a powerful cross straight into her face! OUCH! The impact sends Lily reeling, with de Armas following after her, more hooks crashing across Lily's chin and cheeks, rocking her head back and forth, her face contorting under the relentless assault with both pain and from the pressure. The Vixen’s suddenly in a state of disarray, finding herself being driven back to the ropes, her footing unsteady and her defense crumbling, as the Bantamweight fighter continues to POUND away at her arms and head. Ana’s patience bears fruit, first hurting the Brit to her head to keep her guard high and firm. Then, she begins to target Lily’s lean torso, gradually sinking those gloves into the tummy and belly, leather spanking off flesh in a rhythmic thud thud thud! This time, Collins finds herself on the backfoot, slowly getting pushed back towards the ropes… Her arms, weakened and trembling, attempt to shield her battered torso, but Ana simply transitions back to dashing shots across her cheek and temple, further driving her into the ropes. Soon, the corner of the ring is the only support preventing Lily from collapsing, her back pressed in and desperately trying to defend herself. More hammer shots from Ana make a pronounced impact on the flesh, the leather compressing against Lily’s taut abdomen, momentarily indenting the skin before rebounding out for another one.. The force of each hit sends ripples across Lily's midsection, her abdominal muscles visibly clenching and unclenching in response to the onslaught. Her legs, struggling to maintain balance, shift and shuffle awkwardly, betraying her growing fatigue and pain. Ana, meanwhile, positions herself with calculated precision: she maintains a close but dominant stance, her feet planted firmly for maximum stability and power. Her upper body leans slightly forward, allowing her to drive her punches in with force. And just as Lily's arms wilt, de Armas capitalizes with a perfectly timed uppercut, her glove rocketing upwards and connecting beneath the chin, SNAPPING Lily's head back sharply with a groan, her eyes widened in shock and pain! OUCH!! Just as the Vixen FALLS forward and looks set to go down, however, Ana opts to move in closer, her arms encircling Lily’s waist and chest in a mix of triumph and mockery, ensuring her opponent's descent is controlled yet humiliating. Lily's face, a portrait of stunned disorientation, slowly slides down Ana's torso, her lips brushing against her firm, toned abs. Ana's arms, strong and steady, guide her descent, almost cradling her as she sinks down, her own face etched with smug satisfaction, her lips curled into a taunting smile as she whispers demeaning words down off the top of Lily's head. "Poor baby, can't handle a little tummy time?" Ana taunts, ensuring her rival’s hot grunts can be felt off her waistline and tummy. "You’d like a closer look, yes?" she continues, her tone dripping with disdain.
Finally, the referee has seen enough, pulling Ana off and herding her back to her corner, intent on giving Collins the full ten-count to try and get back to her feet and pick up the shreds of her own dignity. Ana’s flaunting her decisive KNOCKDOWN, watching with glee as her opponent tries to recover by the ropes. Lily’s face is a picture of shock, her reddened tummy beating in and out as she pushes her way up by the count of 8, heaving hard, her determination evident despite the visible toll of Ana's attack.
Bell rings and for the remainder of the round, Lily darts fast and early, employing fast footwork and jab combos to keep a charging Ana at bay, her movements more about survival than offense as she recovers from the knockdown. The round ends with Ana clearly in the lead, cementing her dominance with another air kiss blown towards her foe.
ROUND 5:
Ana, sensing an opportunity to finish the fight, launches another early assault forward, her fists hovering low and already ready to pull back and pummel Collins’ battered middle. Just as she does, however, Ana smirks, unleashing an overhand swing instead that connects with Lily's temple with a resounding "CRACK!" Poor Collins can’t catch a break, the force of the blow sending her stumbling awkwardly to the side after she fell to yet another feint! Lily goes crashing into the nearby ropes, and just as she straightens up again, Ana’s upon her, driving one of her gloves deep into the pit of her belly! The impact is brutal, the leather of the glove compressing into the flesh, folding her body over with a “graauughh!” Lily's eyes widen in shock, a pained gasp escaping her lips as she doubles over from the force of the punch. Ana then moves in to clinch with Lily, one arm wrapping around her head and neck, holding her firmly in place. Then, with her free hand, the Cuban actress continues to deliver punishing blows into her upper belly, each punch driven in and forcing Collins to lurch forward with each hit. As the clinch tightens, Ana leans in close, her lips brushing against Lily's ear and cheek. In this intimate proximity, she whispers more taunts and provocations, her hot breath mingling with the sweat and pinked skin. But de Armas seems to assume that she’s already won the fight, toying with Collins by keeping her fist pressed firmly into her tummy after each punch lands, before deliberately pushing it dooowwwwwnnn, tracing an indented path of agony towards Lily's lower belly. The sensation of Ana's glove moving deeper into her abdomen is excruciating, with Lily’s muscles clenching and pulsing in a futile attempt to mitigate the pain. "Poor baby, can't handle a little pressure on those weak abs?" Ana teases, her voice laced with condescendence. With each word, her glove grinds deeper into Lily's abdomen, the leather compressing the flesh beneath it. Lily's body reacts instinctively, her muscles clenching in a desperate attempt to shield her vulnerable tummy from the invasive force. "You're crumbling, Lily. Just like I knew you would," Ana continues, her tone dripping with triumph. As her fist travels downwards, Collins’ torso folds over Ana's glove, her arms flailing weakly, grappling at hair and shoulders, trying to push her away, her own butt and back pressed against the ropes as she's gradually folded over in half. And as Ana's glove reaches her lower belly, Lily's reaction is visceral. Her body jerks sharply, her lips forced against her assailant’s chest and neck in a silent cry of agony. With each breath Lily takes, her tummy pulses against the unyielding leather of Ana's glove.
But the increased pressure and the extreme precariousness of her situation pushes Lily Collins to the brink. Instead of submitting to the pain, Collins lets out a fierce snarl and SWINGS for the fences, channeling all that pent-up frustration and power into a single, decisive blow! Her glove connects squarely with the side of Ana's chin, sending a jolt through the Cuban actress's body! Ana’s head jerks violently to the side, a look of shock momentarily crossing her face! It takes a couple more violent hooks across the Cuban girl’s face before de Armas finally goes reeling into the ropes instead, with their positions swiftly reversed!
With a snarl, it’s Lily’s turn to WAIL away on her foe, alternating strikes between stunning hooks drubbing across de Armas' face and then drilled into her waistline. To the left and right of Ana's navel, Lily's gloves land with a rhythmic ferocity, each punch thudding against her battered abs like a relentless drummer beating a drum. Ana's frame jerks and jolts, trapped on the ropes, her once firm and resistant abdominal muscles begin to show signs of wear, the flesh reddening and swelling under the continuous barrage. Ana, of course, is intent on landing her own blows back to the body, but for every punch she lands, Lily buries another one-two deep into her waistline, forcing her to slowly wilt under the pressure, her once taut tummy now absorbing blow after blow, each impact causing her flesh to ripple and contort. Throughout this grueling exchange, Ana's face is a portrait of pain and exertion. Her mouth hangs open, no longer able to contain the grunts and groans that escape her lips with each punishing hit. In the final moments of the round, it’s Lily’s turn to step in close, locking the Cuban starlet in a tight clinch of her own. With one arm firmly wrapped around her neck, Lily's legs entwine with Ana's, ensuring there's no escape for the beleaguered actress. Then, she uses her free fist to drill into the pit of Ana's stomach, each strike making her body jerk and shudder, Lily leaning in, her lips brushing against Ana's trembling cheek and ear. "Your abs are nothing compared to mine," Lily hisses, her breath hot against Ana's skin. "I'm going to make you regret ever stepping into this ring with me." With each word, her glove burrows deeper into Ana's tummy, twisting and turning, exacerbating the agony. As the round nears its end, Lily decides to mirror her foe’s earlier tactic, but this time with a cruel twist. She targets Ana's lower belly now, just below the navel, with a powerful smack! Her glove connects, sending a shockwave through Ana's body. Ana's eyes widen in shock, and a pained gasp escapes her lips. Her body instinctively recoils from the blow, her lower abdomen folding sharply over Lily's invading glove. But Lily isn't done yet. With Ana reeling from the initial blow, Lily forcefully glides her fist upwards, tracing a punishing path along her bleating tummy, uppppppppp towards her sternum. Each movement of her glove against Ana's flesh is deliberate, grinding against the strained muscles. Her body jerks and shudders, her muscles clenching in a desperate attempt to withstand the onslaught. Her arms flail weakly, trying to push and shove at Lily’s shoulders..Her legs, which had been braced for stability, now tremble under the strain. Her attempts to push Lily away are ineffectual, and as Lily's glove finally reaches her sternum, Ana lets out a series of sharp, pained grunts, "HNNGH! HAAUGH!", the once confident and dominant Cuban actress is now visibly struggling in her foe’s arms. "You’re gonna kiss my abs goodnight once we’re through, baby. This is my ring, my victory," Lily hisses, and as the bell rings to signal the end of the round, Ana slumps against the ropes, gasping for air, her face contorted in pain. Lily, on the other hand, steps back with a look of satisfaction, her chest heaving from the exertion but her confidence unmistakable. Despite the ferocity of the round, it's declared a draw, but the psychological impact is clear for all to see.
ROUND 6:
As the sixth round begins, the physical toll of the previous five rounds is visibly etched on both their bodies. The once pristine and toned abs of both fighters now tell a story of endurance and resilience, marked by the intense battle they've endured. Lily's abdomen, usually taut and defined, shows signs of quit. Each breath she takes causes her abdominal muscles to pulse visibly, the rhythm of her breathing highlighting the redness and slight swelling from Ana's earlier attacks. Despite the evident strain, there's a determined set to Lily's jaw, her eyes focused and ready to fight to the bitter end. Across the ring, Ana's torso is no better. Her abs now heave and quiver with each labored breath, the once firm muscles now appear strained and fatigued, with patches of redness and bruising becoming more pronounced. Her once confident posture is now slightly hunched over as she stumbles out of the corner. Both fighters' bodies glisten with sweat under the bright lights of the ring, and as the bell rings, they circle each other most warily, each aware of the other's capability to inflict further damage. Soon they meet in the center of the ring, exchanging a flurry of punches to both face and body in a resumption of their fierce brawl. However, Lily, targeting Ana’s battered abdomen, starts to gain the upper hand. She drives Ana back with a series of well-placed hooks and crosses, her gloves finding their mark on the tortured flesh with increasing frequency. Ana, struggling to keep up, attempts to counter with her own swings, but Lily's relentless assault proves too much. Each hit to Ana's torso draws a louder wince or a grunt, her body folding slightly under the force of the blows. Finally cornered and herded into one of the turnbuckles, Ana looks wilted and set to go down. Trapped and with no room to maneuver, Lily methodically pounds away at her midsection, driving her fists in between her quivering arms, further pinning the beaten girl to the steel post. each strike driving Ana further into the corner. And as Lily lands a final, brutal hook to the midsection, the final vestiges of her resistance crumble. Ana’s body can no longer withstand the punishment, and she begins to slide down the post, her strength failing her. Her arms, which had been feebly attempting to fend off Lily's attacks, now fall to her sides, and the rest of her frame COLLAPSES down to the canvas, onto her butt, her legs giving out as well, as she crumbles into a heap at the base of the turnbuckle! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Lily Collins, but this time, the referee has seen enough, immediately stepping in to halt this fight! de Armas looks in NO state to continue! He’s waving his arms rapidly overhead! It’s OVER!
Official Result: Lily Collins defeats Ana de Armas via KO6!
AFTER:
In the aftermath Collins, still riding the high of her victory, quickly turns her attention back to Armas. She sheds her gloves on the way over, and with a mix of triumph and a desire to assert her dominance, hauls Ana from out of the corner, guiding her defeated opponent until Ana is on her knees. Then, with a firm grip on Ana's disheveled hair, Lily forcefully pulls her rival’s face towards her, ensuring her lips are pressed firmly against her taut, sweat-glistened abdomen.
Ana, on her knees and visibly exhausted, finds herself in a position of complete submission. Her face, marked by the fatigue and strain of the fight, is now pressed intimately against Lily's stomach. Her lips, parted and trembling from exhaustion, are pushed and drawn up against the firm muscles of Lily's abs, which flex rhythmically with each of the Vixen’s breaths. The sensation is of warm breath and groans, a constant against Lily's skin, and a firm reminder of her triumph tonight.
Ana's expression, a mix of defeat and resilience, is partially obscured as her face is held firmly against Lily's body. Her quivering eyes, conveying a complex blend of emotions, occasionally meet the gaze of her conqueress above.
Lily looks down at Ana with a smug expression, her hands still buried deep within her hair, as she begins to taunt the kneeling fighter. "How’s it feel to kiss superior abs, baby?" Lily says, her tone dripping with superiority. "All that talk about being better than me, and here you are... Seems like you're the one who's been put in her place, doesn't it?"
Ana, still reeling from the defeat and the physical toll of the match, can only respond with labored breaths, her lips involuntarily brushed against Lily's abdomen as she struggles to regain her composure.
Moments later, backstage, the atmosphere is still charged, as both fighters rest and recuperate. Lily Collins, exuding confidence and triumph, addresses the press with a taunting tone:
"Ana thought she could test me, but she learned the hard way she shouldn’t mess with me," Lily declares. “And dearest PUDGENs, you're up next. I've proven myself tonight, and I can't wait to press your lips into my tummy. You're holding the AMD title, but not for long…”
Lily's words are bold, her gaze unwavering, clearly setting her sights on the current AMD champion. Meanwhile, Ana De Armas is still trying to maintain her composure, and responds to the reporter's questions with a forced smile. Despite the recent defeat, she speaks with a tone of resilience.
"Lily and I are now even, two wins each. Today was her day, but let's not forget, it's just one fight. She got lucky, that's all," Ana says, her voice betraying a hint of frustration mixed with determination. "Our rivalry is not over. I'll be back stronger, and next time, it’ll be her face pressed into my tummy."
Lily:
(34, 5’5, 112, 83:22 FCBA, VIXENs)
Ana:
(35, 5’6, 19:6 FCBA, League of Mighty Women)
BEFORE:
Lily Collins enters the press room first. The Vixen is dressed in a sleek, black pantsuit, her hair styled in elegant waves, and as she takes her place at the table, her eyes are steely, her posture upright, signaling her readiness for the coming contest. She hasn’t fought since beating Hale last December, and now, she’s opted to jump right back into dangerous company.
Speaking of which, Ana de Armas follows her entrance from the opposite side of the ring, her curvy presence commanding attention. She wears a striking red dress and her auburn hair is pulled back in a tight bun, highlighting those sharp Colombian features. As she takes her seat at the table, she flashes a confident smile to the crowd.
The moderator introduces both fighters, highlighting their previous encounters and the stakes of this AMD match. As the questions begin, Ana takes the lead, her tone laced with confidence and condescension.
"Dear Lily’s had multiple chances against me, and we all know how those turned out. The poor baby’s kissed my tummy more times than I can count. It's clear who the better fighter is. I should be the one going after Vanessa's AMD title, not her."
Lily looks visibly irked by Ana's remarks, and responds with equal fervor.
"Ana may have won sometime in the distant PAST, but tonight, it's going to be different. I'm not just going to beat her; I'm going to dominate. Her so-called ‘abs’ will be nothing but a memory once I'm done stuffing my fists into her stomach."
Lily and Ana, now in their weigh-in attire, step onto the scales one after the other. The British actress is sporting a sleek black sports bra and matching shorts, showcasing her toned physique and result of rigorous training. Her stomach muscles are well-defined, and her biceps look hella ripped.
Ana, in contrast, wears a striking red sports bra and shorts. Her own abs are visibly sculpted, living up to her claim to be a challenger for the AMD crown. Though slightly more curvy than the leaner Collins, that’s to be expected with Lily starting a feud with a full-blown Bantamweight fighter.
Moments later, both fighters approach each other for the traditional staredown. Time stands still as they stand toe-to-toe, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze that speaks volumes of their historic rivalry. These two have gone head-to-head annually since 2020, and unfortunately for Miss Collins, she’s most recently been on the losing side.
Suddenly, de Armas puckers her lips in a taunting gesture, mocking the Vixen incessantly. And Lily, her patience already worn thin, simply rolls her eyes to the side, and in a swift, unexpected move, DRIVES a balled fist into Ana's stomach. The impact is solid and immediate, with Ana's eyes widening in shock as she doubles over from the blow and lets out a pained grunt.
Of course, the rest of the stage erupts into chaos as the two fighters LUNGE at each other in a heated brawl. Lily continues to throw punches, aiming for the midsection, while Ana, recovering from the initial surprise, swings back with equal ferocity, her own fists targeting the body!
The two fighters, locked in this impromptu skirmish, seem oblivious to the chaos around them. Their focus is solely on each other, each punch thrown with a mix of skill and raw emotion. Lily's arms swing with controlled rage, her gloves smacking into Ana's sides, eliciting grunts of exertion from both fighters. "HAAGH! UGH!" Their breaths are heavy, their movements fueled by the adrenaline of the moment!
Fight officials and team members quickly rush onto the stage, struggling to separate the embattled fighters, their efforts met with resistance as Lily and Ana continue to exchange blows! As they’re finally pulled apart, their heavy breathing and the red marks on their bodies are evidence of the intensity of their clash. Despite being separated, their eyes remain locked in a fierce gaze, each fighter silently vowing that this is far from over!
Hours later, the atmosphere in the arena is electric with anticipation as the crowd eagerly awaits the continuation of this rivalry!
Lily Collins makes her entrance first to the intense beats of "Warrior" by Demi Lovato. She steps into the spotlight wearing a sleek, black sports bra and matching trunks, both accented with silver trim that catches the light with every step. Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, highlighting her focused and intense expression. As she strides down the aisle, of course, her well-defined abs are clearly on display.
Soon, Ana De Armas follows, making her entrance to the rhythm of "Hips Don't Lie" by Shakira. She appears in a striking red sports bra and trunks, adorned with gold accents that shimmer under the arena lights. Her brown hair flows around her shoulders, framing her determined face. And her toned and packed abs are on full display.
This here’s an AMD contest, folks, meaning only strikes below the neck will count in the judges’ scorecards.
In the ring, as both fighters engage in their final preparations, their abs glistening under the bright lights, the crowd can't help but notice the stark contrast between Lily's lean and mean torso and Ana's compact and powerful midsection.
Without further ado, the referee waves for the opening bell, and HERE WE GO!
ROUND 1:
Explosive energy to start, as Lily and Ana CHARGE towards each other! No surprises there! Lily leads with a series of sharp jabs to the face, her gloves snapping forward with precision. Each jab forces Ana to raise her arms in defense, creating openings for Lily to exploit. Then, Lily swiftly shifts her focus, driving a powerful hook into the side of her opponent’s exposed ribs, a solid "thump" that makes Ana's body jerk to the side. The Cuban-Spanish brunette, however, responds with her own aggressive tactics. She counters Lily's face shots with quick, retaliatory straight crosses, her fists cutting through the air with surprising speed. As Lily momentarily recoils from a particularly sharp cross to her cheek, Ana lunges forward, slamming a heavy uppercut into the center of Lily's abdomen! OUFF! A deep "whump" resonates, as Lily's body folds slightly over the punch, a sharp exhale escaping her lips in shock! The round quickly turns into a brutal exchange, with both fighters trading leather with increasing intensity. Later, they circle each other, looking for openings, their fists flying towards faces and then dipping low to bash leather into the torso. Lily lands a series of quick, bashing hooks across the extent of her waistline, each strike eliciting a grunt from Ana, her body and abs contorting with each hit. And as the round nears its end, both fighters show signs of the intense physical toll. When the bell rings, it’s Lily who has secured a slight edge due to her early aggressive strategy!
ROUND 2:
First minute is another whirlwind of action, with both fighters landing hits to each other's faces and bodies. The sound of leather smacking against skin fills the arena, punctuated by the occasional grunt of effort. Ana, Cuban actress galore, suddenly catches Lily off-guard with a high hook to her temple, snapping the leaner woman to the side, her body stumbling backwards awkwardly. Immediately, Ana presses forward, that evil glint in her eye as she targets the torso, each swipe and gripe landing with a heavy "thud," visibly folding Collins over the invasive glove. The Vixen’s body contorts under the barrage, as she backs away, trying to protect her body, but her abs clenching in response to more and more hooks landing all over. She attempts to disrupt Ana's assault by throwing heavier shots at the chin and face, aiming to stun Ana and create some breathing space. But Ana seems unfazed, her focus unwavering as she continues to shoot her fists in low and methodical. In the closing moments, De Armas intensifies her assault, finally driving Collins back into the ropes with a rapid flurry of lefts and rights to the arms and tummy. And Lily’s in trouble!! She draped both arms over her body but Ana simply circumvents them, hammering away at her ribs and sides, lefts and rights alternating in a rhythmic pattern, stuffing and sticking into the flesh in a series of muffled "thwacks" and "whumps!” The British brunette's face twists in pain, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to endure the relentless attack. Meanwhile, Ana's expression is one of focused determination mixed with satisfaction. She can sense Lily's weakening defense, and her smirks reflect this. At the bell, the damage has been clearly done. Lily slumps against the ropes, gasping for air! Ana lets out a roar of triumph, hands in the air and circling back to her corner. If Collins wishes to best Hudgens for the title, this performance ain’t it!
ROUND 3:
And HERE COMES LILY, not waiting around to f*ck about! Ana wants to resume her thumping of the Vixen’s body but Lily aims high instead, DAZZLING Ana to her face with a series of heavy hooks! Each punch snaps Ana’s head side to side with each impact, and the Cuban-American lets out a groan but KEEPS SWINGING, trying to overwhelm and subdue her foe with punches! Lily’s taking her own punishment but that snarl on her face means she aims to outpunch and outlast this time! She DRIVES Ana to the side and back with another jolt across her chin, before a rapidfire flurry seeks lower targets, thudding into the extent of Ana’s body with wicked payback. Ana puts up a valiant offense but her bracing starts to falter under the barrage, raising her arms in an attempt to block the incoming punches, but Lily's attacks are too fast and too furious. And finally, with her back pinned to the ropes, there’s nowhere else for her to run! A steady stream of straight hands RAM into her tummy and torso, each one landing with a solid "whud" against her clenched abs. Her body jerks with each hit, her abs visibly straining under the force of the continued punches! The Cuban actress's face is a mix of pain and frustration, as she tries to block and cover and endure the relentless assault, snarling back while taking her own swings at Lily’s body, but her punches just too slow and ineffective by comparison! And as the bell rings and the fighters momentarily step back, Lily, with a condescending smirk, taunts her foe, her breath labored from the exertion: "How are those abs of yours, babe?”
Ana, undeterred and brimming with bravado, fires back, her voice laced with defiance. "Oh, please, little baby, my abs can take anything you throw at them and more," she retorts. “Next round, you’ll see…” But just as Ana tries to straighten up and walk towards her corner, Lily cuts her off with a sudden and surprising shot right to the center of her belly, her glove slamming into Ana's stomach with a resounding "whump," making a deep indent in the flesh. Ana is caught off-guard by the attack, her mouth opens in a silent gasp, the air forcefully expelled from her lungs, and body instinctively folds over the glove, her arms wrapped around her midsection in a protective gesture. Lily steps back towards her corner after being told off by the referee, a triumphant smirk on her face, watching as Ana struggles to regain her composure!
ROUND 4:
And de Armas has a furious look in her eyes as she marches out of the corner, determined to pay Lily back for earlier! She starts off with a deceptive feint to Lilys' side, drawing a defensive reaction from the British fighter. Lily, anticipating the body shot, lowers her guard, only to be caught off-guard as Ana swiftly SMASHES a powerful cross straight into her face! OUCH! The impact sends Lily reeling, with de Armas following after her, more hooks crashing across Lily's chin and cheeks, rocking her head back and forth, her face contorting under the relentless assault with both pain and from the pressure. The Vixen’s suddenly in a state of disarray, finding herself being driven back to the ropes, her footing unsteady and her defense crumbling, as the Bantamweight fighter continues to POUND away at her arms and head. Ana’s patience bears fruit, first hurting the Brit to her head to keep her guard high and firm. Then, she begins to target Lily’s lean torso, gradually sinking those gloves into the tummy and belly, leather spanking off flesh in a rhythmic thud thud thud! This time, Collins finds herself on the backfoot, slowly getting pushed back towards the ropes… Her arms, weakened and trembling, attempt to shield her battered torso, but Ana simply transitions back to dashing shots across her cheek and temple, further driving her into the ropes. Soon, the corner of the ring is the only support preventing Lily from collapsing, her back pressed in and desperately trying to defend herself. More hammer shots from Ana make a pronounced impact on the flesh, the leather compressing against Lily’s taut abdomen, momentarily indenting the skin before rebounding out for another one.. The force of each hit sends ripples across Lily's midsection, her abdominal muscles visibly clenching and unclenching in response to the onslaught. Her legs, struggling to maintain balance, shift and shuffle awkwardly, betraying her growing fatigue and pain. Ana, meanwhile, positions herself with calculated precision: she maintains a close but dominant stance, her feet planted firmly for maximum stability and power. Her upper body leans slightly forward, allowing her to drive her punches in with force. And just as Lily's arms wilt, de Armas capitalizes with a perfectly timed uppercut, her glove rocketing upwards and connecting beneath the chin, SNAPPING Lily's head back sharply with a groan, her eyes widened in shock and pain! OUCH!! Just as the Vixen FALLS forward and looks set to go down, however, Ana opts to move in closer, her arms encircling Lily’s waist and chest in a mix of triumph and mockery, ensuring her opponent's descent is controlled yet humiliating. Lily's face, a portrait of stunned disorientation, slowly slides down Ana's torso, her lips brushing against her firm, toned abs. Ana's arms, strong and steady, guide her descent, almost cradling her as she sinks down, her own face etched with smug satisfaction, her lips curled into a taunting smile as she whispers demeaning words down off the top of Lily's head. "Poor baby, can't handle a little tummy time?" Ana taunts, ensuring her rival’s hot grunts can be felt off her waistline and tummy. "You’d like a closer look, yes?" she continues, her tone dripping with disdain.
Finally, the referee has seen enough, pulling Ana off and herding her back to her corner, intent on giving Collins the full ten-count to try and get back to her feet and pick up the shreds of her own dignity. Ana’s flaunting her decisive KNOCKDOWN, watching with glee as her opponent tries to recover by the ropes. Lily’s face is a picture of shock, her reddened tummy beating in and out as she pushes her way up by the count of 8, heaving hard, her determination evident despite the visible toll of Ana's attack.
Bell rings and for the remainder of the round, Lily darts fast and early, employing fast footwork and jab combos to keep a charging Ana at bay, her movements more about survival than offense as she recovers from the knockdown. The round ends with Ana clearly in the lead, cementing her dominance with another air kiss blown towards her foe.
ROUND 5:
Ana, sensing an opportunity to finish the fight, launches another early assault forward, her fists hovering low and already ready to pull back and pummel Collins’ battered middle. Just as she does, however, Ana smirks, unleashing an overhand swing instead that connects with Lily's temple with a resounding "CRACK!" Poor Collins can’t catch a break, the force of the blow sending her stumbling awkwardly to the side after she fell to yet another feint! Lily goes crashing into the nearby ropes, and just as she straightens up again, Ana’s upon her, driving one of her gloves deep into the pit of her belly! The impact is brutal, the leather of the glove compressing into the flesh, folding her body over with a “graauughh!” Lily's eyes widen in shock, a pained gasp escaping her lips as she doubles over from the force of the punch. Ana then moves in to clinch with Lily, one arm wrapping around her head and neck, holding her firmly in place. Then, with her free hand, the Cuban actress continues to deliver punishing blows into her upper belly, each punch driven in and forcing Collins to lurch forward with each hit. As the clinch tightens, Ana leans in close, her lips brushing against Lily's ear and cheek. In this intimate proximity, she whispers more taunts and provocations, her hot breath mingling with the sweat and pinked skin. But de Armas seems to assume that she’s already won the fight, toying with Collins by keeping her fist pressed firmly into her tummy after each punch lands, before deliberately pushing it dooowwwwwnnn, tracing an indented path of agony towards Lily's lower belly. The sensation of Ana's glove moving deeper into her abdomen is excruciating, with Lily’s muscles clenching and pulsing in a futile attempt to mitigate the pain. "Poor baby, can't handle a little pressure on those weak abs?" Ana teases, her voice laced with condescendence. With each word, her glove grinds deeper into Lily's abdomen, the leather compressing the flesh beneath it. Lily's body reacts instinctively, her muscles clenching in a desperate attempt to shield her vulnerable tummy from the invasive force. "You're crumbling, Lily. Just like I knew you would," Ana continues, her tone dripping with triumph. As her fist travels downwards, Collins’ torso folds over Ana's glove, her arms flailing weakly, grappling at hair and shoulders, trying to push her away, her own butt and back pressed against the ropes as she's gradually folded over in half. And as Ana's glove reaches her lower belly, Lily's reaction is visceral. Her body jerks sharply, her lips forced against her assailant’s chest and neck in a silent cry of agony. With each breath Lily takes, her tummy pulses against the unyielding leather of Ana's glove.
But the increased pressure and the extreme precariousness of her situation pushes Lily Collins to the brink. Instead of submitting to the pain, Collins lets out a fierce snarl and SWINGS for the fences, channeling all that pent-up frustration and power into a single, decisive blow! Her glove connects squarely with the side of Ana's chin, sending a jolt through the Cuban actress's body! Ana’s head jerks violently to the side, a look of shock momentarily crossing her face! It takes a couple more violent hooks across the Cuban girl’s face before de Armas finally goes reeling into the ropes instead, with their positions swiftly reversed!
With a snarl, it’s Lily’s turn to WAIL away on her foe, alternating strikes between stunning hooks drubbing across de Armas' face and then drilled into her waistline. To the left and right of Ana's navel, Lily's gloves land with a rhythmic ferocity, each punch thudding against her battered abs like a relentless drummer beating a drum. Ana's frame jerks and jolts, trapped on the ropes, her once firm and resistant abdominal muscles begin to show signs of wear, the flesh reddening and swelling under the continuous barrage. Ana, of course, is intent on landing her own blows back to the body, but for every punch she lands, Lily buries another one-two deep into her waistline, forcing her to slowly wilt under the pressure, her once taut tummy now absorbing blow after blow, each impact causing her flesh to ripple and contort. Throughout this grueling exchange, Ana's face is a portrait of pain and exertion. Her mouth hangs open, no longer able to contain the grunts and groans that escape her lips with each punishing hit. In the final moments of the round, it’s Lily’s turn to step in close, locking the Cuban starlet in a tight clinch of her own. With one arm firmly wrapped around her neck, Lily's legs entwine with Ana's, ensuring there's no escape for the beleaguered actress. Then, she uses her free fist to drill into the pit of Ana's stomach, each strike making her body jerk and shudder, Lily leaning in, her lips brushing against Ana's trembling cheek and ear. "Your abs are nothing compared to mine," Lily hisses, her breath hot against Ana's skin. "I'm going to make you regret ever stepping into this ring with me." With each word, her glove burrows deeper into Ana's tummy, twisting and turning, exacerbating the agony. As the round nears its end, Lily decides to mirror her foe’s earlier tactic, but this time with a cruel twist. She targets Ana's lower belly now, just below the navel, with a powerful smack! Her glove connects, sending a shockwave through Ana's body. Ana's eyes widen in shock, and a pained gasp escapes her lips. Her body instinctively recoils from the blow, her lower abdomen folding sharply over Lily's invading glove. But Lily isn't done yet. With Ana reeling from the initial blow, Lily forcefully glides her fist upwards, tracing a punishing path along her bleating tummy, uppppppppp towards her sternum. Each movement of her glove against Ana's flesh is deliberate, grinding against the strained muscles. Her body jerks and shudders, her muscles clenching in a desperate attempt to withstand the onslaught. Her arms flail weakly, trying to push and shove at Lily’s shoulders..Her legs, which had been braced for stability, now tremble under the strain. Her attempts to push Lily away are ineffectual, and as Lily's glove finally reaches her sternum, Ana lets out a series of sharp, pained grunts, "HNNGH! HAAUGH!", the once confident and dominant Cuban actress is now visibly struggling in her foe’s arms. "You’re gonna kiss my abs goodnight once we’re through, baby. This is my ring, my victory," Lily hisses, and as the bell rings to signal the end of the round, Ana slumps against the ropes, gasping for air, her face contorted in pain. Lily, on the other hand, steps back with a look of satisfaction, her chest heaving from the exertion but her confidence unmistakable. Despite the ferocity of the round, it's declared a draw, but the psychological impact is clear for all to see.
ROUND 6:
As the sixth round begins, the physical toll of the previous five rounds is visibly etched on both their bodies. The once pristine and toned abs of both fighters now tell a story of endurance and resilience, marked by the intense battle they've endured. Lily's abdomen, usually taut and defined, shows signs of quit. Each breath she takes causes her abdominal muscles to pulse visibly, the rhythm of her breathing highlighting the redness and slight swelling from Ana's earlier attacks. Despite the evident strain, there's a determined set to Lily's jaw, her eyes focused and ready to fight to the bitter end. Across the ring, Ana's torso is no better. Her abs now heave and quiver with each labored breath, the once firm muscles now appear strained and fatigued, with patches of redness and bruising becoming more pronounced. Her once confident posture is now slightly hunched over as she stumbles out of the corner. Both fighters' bodies glisten with sweat under the bright lights of the ring, and as the bell rings, they circle each other most warily, each aware of the other's capability to inflict further damage. Soon they meet in the center of the ring, exchanging a flurry of punches to both face and body in a resumption of their fierce brawl. However, Lily, targeting Ana’s battered abdomen, starts to gain the upper hand. She drives Ana back with a series of well-placed hooks and crosses, her gloves finding their mark on the tortured flesh with increasing frequency. Ana, struggling to keep up, attempts to counter with her own swings, but Lily's relentless assault proves too much. Each hit to Ana's torso draws a louder wince or a grunt, her body folding slightly under the force of the blows. Finally cornered and herded into one of the turnbuckles, Ana looks wilted and set to go down. Trapped and with no room to maneuver, Lily methodically pounds away at her midsection, driving her fists in between her quivering arms, further pinning the beaten girl to the steel post. each strike driving Ana further into the corner. And as Lily lands a final, brutal hook to the midsection, the final vestiges of her resistance crumble. Ana’s body can no longer withstand the punishment, and she begins to slide down the post, her strength failing her. Her arms, which had been feebly attempting to fend off Lily's attacks, now fall to her sides, and the rest of her frame COLLAPSES down to the canvas, onto her butt, her legs giving out as well, as she crumbles into a heap at the base of the turnbuckle! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Lily Collins, but this time, the referee has seen enough, immediately stepping in to halt this fight! de Armas looks in NO state to continue! He’s waving his arms rapidly overhead! It’s OVER!
Official Result: Lily Collins defeats Ana de Armas via KO6!
AFTER:
In the aftermath Collins, still riding the high of her victory, quickly turns her attention back to Armas. She sheds her gloves on the way over, and with a mix of triumph and a desire to assert her dominance, hauls Ana from out of the corner, guiding her defeated opponent until Ana is on her knees. Then, with a firm grip on Ana's disheveled hair, Lily forcefully pulls her rival’s face towards her, ensuring her lips are pressed firmly against her taut, sweat-glistened abdomen.
Ana, on her knees and visibly exhausted, finds herself in a position of complete submission. Her face, marked by the fatigue and strain of the fight, is now pressed intimately against Lily's stomach. Her lips, parted and trembling from exhaustion, are pushed and drawn up against the firm muscles of Lily's abs, which flex rhythmically with each of the Vixen’s breaths. The sensation is of warm breath and groans, a constant against Lily's skin, and a firm reminder of her triumph tonight.
Ana's expression, a mix of defeat and resilience, is partially obscured as her face is held firmly against Lily's body. Her quivering eyes, conveying a complex blend of emotions, occasionally meet the gaze of her conqueress above.
Lily looks down at Ana with a smug expression, her hands still buried deep within her hair, as she begins to taunt the kneeling fighter. "How’s it feel to kiss superior abs, baby?" Lily says, her tone dripping with superiority. "All that talk about being better than me, and here you are... Seems like you're the one who's been put in her place, doesn't it?"
Ana, still reeling from the defeat and the physical toll of the match, can only respond with labored breaths, her lips involuntarily brushed against Lily's abdomen as she struggles to regain her composure.
Moments later, backstage, the atmosphere is still charged, as both fighters rest and recuperate. Lily Collins, exuding confidence and triumph, addresses the press with a taunting tone:
"Ana thought she could test me, but she learned the hard way she shouldn’t mess with me," Lily declares. “And dearest PUDGENs, you're up next. I've proven myself tonight, and I can't wait to press your lips into my tummy. You're holding the AMD title, but not for long…”
Lily's words are bold, her gaze unwavering, clearly setting her sights on the current AMD champion. Meanwhile, Ana De Armas is still trying to maintain her composure, and responds to the reporter's questions with a forced smile. Despite the recent defeat, she speaks with a tone of resilience.
"Lily and I are now even, two wins each. Today was her day, but let's not forget, it's just one fight. She got lucky, that's all," Ana says, her voice betraying a hint of frustration mixed with determination. "Our rivalry is not over. I'll be back stronger, and next time, it’ll be her face pressed into my tummy."
