Post by caspian on Mar 16, 2024 13:07:04 GMT -6
VIX: PRINCESS OF THE VIXENS TOURNAMENT
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
2. Emma Watson vs. Nell Tiger Free
Emma:
(33, 5’5, 68:41 FCBA, VIXENs)
Nell:
(24, 5’5, 25:11 FCBA, VIXENs)
BEFORE:
Up next, Emma Watson and Nell Tiger Free, British actresses and seasoned fighters within the FCBA, are set to face off in a tie-breaker match that promises fireworks. The winner of this contest will have to contend with facing off against - spoiler alert - big bad Bantamweight Kyra Santoro, who swept the smaller Beer away in a TKO5 victory just moments ago.
And whilst Emma has fought at Bantamweight before, her eyes are fixed on proving her place in the Flyweight pecking order with another win tonight over Tiger Free. Earlier, the venue, a lavishly decorated room within the VIX Headquarters in downtown Los Angeles, is packed with reporters, fans, and members of the boxing community, all eager to catch a glimpse of the fighters and hear their thoughts before the big fight.
Emma, dressed in a sleek, tailored black suit that accentuates her fit physique, exudes confidence and a touch of arrogance, a nod to her victory in their last encounter. Her hair is pulled back in a neat bun, and her posture is impeccable, giving a little wave to the crowd. Nell, on the other hand, opts for a bold red dress, tight-fitting and highlighting her toned figure, a testament to her rigorous training regime. Her hair flows freely, and her eyes sparkle with determination and a hint of provocation.
Emma takes the microphone first, her voice smooth and sweet. "It's always a pleasure to step into the ring, especially against someone like Nell. But let's not forget the history here. I've been in this game long enough to know when someone's due for a reality check. And Nell, darling, I'm just the one to deliver it. Age is but a number, and my experience is my greatest weapon. See you in the ring."
Nell smiles wryly at her comments before responding, her tone confident and slightly mocking. "Emma, you're formidable, no doubt. But we've both seen what happens when new blood meets the old guard. You've had your time in the spotlight, but if that attempt to dethrone Billie was anything to go by, your time has past. The young lions are here to lead, and come fight night, you'll see just how much this 'new blood' has to offer."
As the press conference continues, Head Trainers Steve Boyd and Corey Saucier stand by their fighters, offering nods of approval at their confident displays.
As the weigh-in begins, Emma Watson steps forward, her demeanor calm but focused. She removes her outer clothing, revealing a black sports bra and matching shorts that showcase her well-conditioned physique. She steps onto the scale, her gaze steady, as her weight is announced to the crowd. She nods in satisfaction, her confidence evident in her posture. Tiger Free follows, discarding her own robe to reveal a striking red sports bra and shorts, her physique equally impressive, her muscles toned from months of rigorous training. As her weight is confirmed, she flashes a confident smile, ready for the challenge ahead.
The moment for the staredown, Emma and Nell stride up to each other on stage, their expressions intense. They stand toe-to-toe, fists raised—Emma's to her opponent’s chin, Nell's targeting Emma's tummy, clenched knuckles just begging to make contact. Emma's eyes are sharp, her stare unwavering, and Nell, on the other hand, matches her intensity with a youthful fierceness of her own, her stare defiant, as if to say she's not intimidated.
As they continue to stand toe-to-toe and the camera flashes go off, their balled fists pressed firmly into each other's tensed waistlines, and despite the officials' watchful eyes, both actresses seize the moment to deliver their final verbal jabs:
Emma, her voice low but carrying across the silent crowd, her British accent sharp with resolve, stares directly into Nell's eyes, and just loud enough for her opponent’s ears. "You may think you've young, dear Nell, but I've fought battles you've only watched on screen. I'm going to break you in half, until there's nothing left but regret."
Nell responds with a smirk. "Always so dramatic, Emma. You think you scare me? I've seen what you've got, and I'm still standing, ready to knock you out. Age before beauty, they say, but tonight, it's youth and vigor that will leave you flat on the canvas."
After a long moment, the referee steps in, signaling the end of the staredown. Both fighters reluctantly break eye contact, stepping back, but their expressions remain determined, each confident in their ability to emerge victorious in the upcoming bout.
Later, the arena's speakers come to life with the stirring notes of a cinematic score, signaling the entrance of Emma Watson. Spotlights dance across the darkened arena, converging on the entrance tunnel as she emerges, her presence commanding immediate attention. The Brit is clad in a sleek, royal blue boxing ensemble, a sports top with silver accents along the sides and matching shorts that bear her name in elegant script, and blue gloves that complete the look. Her hair is pulled back into a tight, functional ponytail, allowing her focused gaze and determined expression to shine. As Emma strides down the aisle, her posture is regal, exuding confidence and grace. She acknowledges the crowd with nods and waves, her eyes locked on the ring ahead. Upon reaching the ring, she ascends the steps with purpose, slipping through the ropes and moving to her corner where her trainers, Steve Boyd and Corey Saucier, await. They offer final words of strategy and encouragement, ensuring her gloves are secure, and giving her a last-minute pep talk, reinforcing the game plan and her strengths.
Moments after, the arena is filled with the pulsating rhythms of a modern, upbeat track, heralding Nell Tiger Free's arrival. The crowd turns to the entrance as the younger Brit steps into view, bathed in a vibrant wash of golden light. Her boxing attire is a stark contrast to Emma's, featuring a fiery red hue that reflects her youthful vigor and fiery determination. Her gloves are a matching red with black trim, and her dark blonde hair cascades freely, framing her face in waves that bounce with each confident step she takes towards the ring. Her eyes, bright and unyielding, scan the crowd before settling on the ring with laser focus. Climbing into the ring with an agile leap, Nell is immediately met by her corner team, led by the same trainers. They quickly check her gear, offer last touches of advice, and share a moment of focused breathing to center her before the fight begins.
As the referee brings Emma and Nell together for their final instructions, both fighters lock eyes, their expressions a mix of rivalry and defiance. After being sent back to their corners, we’re ready to kick off the second match in the VIX: Princess of the Vixens tournament! Without further ado, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
ROUND 1:
We kick things off with tactical finesse, Miss Watson’s movements graceful yet precise. She employs her jab hand effectively, extending her left with precision towards Free's head and torso. That footwork is a calculated dance, a ballet in the squared circle, as she pivots and sidesteps, maintaining a distance that allows her to strike and retreat without reprisal. A particularly crisp jab lands squarely on the cheek, causing a visible jerk of Nell’s head. But Tiger Free, the younger British talent, also showcases her hunger and aggression from the outset. She narrows the gap between them quickly, her strategy clear: diminish Watson's reach advantage by fighting in close quarters. Tiger Free's hooks are tight, thrown inwards to pound the arms before looping slightly southwards, thudding off Watson's ribs and spanking her sides, the sound echoing through the hall, drawing a wince from the seasoned actress. But it’s Nell's sudden uppercuts tossed into the mix that surprise Emma, forcing her to cover up and weave unless she wants to get blown off her feet early. The round evolves into a chess match of punches, with Watson and Free trading blows that highlight their acumen. Watson, with her brunette locks bouncing with each movement, continues to land calculated strikes, her left-right jab-cross combos find their mark on Free's nose and occasionally south the body, pushing the blonde actress back momentarily. Nell, undeterred, unleashes back combinations of her own, targeting the midsection, forcing the latter to tighten her guard. Overall, the opening round is a close affair, but Watson's ability to control the pace, coupled with her precision striking, earns her the nod from the judges.
ROUND 2:
From the onset, the younger Nell takes control, abandoning her cautious approach and opting to rush in with a barrage of punches, forcing Emma back on the defensive. She clearly wants to overpower the seasoned actress with sheer volume and ferocity. She uses her left jabs to tease and harass the head with increased frequency, each one setting up a more powerful right cross that SLAMS into Watson's guard, pushing her back with their force. Watson, known for her poise and technique, finds herself on the defensive more than she'd like. Her attempts to counter are weak spanks off the body by comparison, and soon, a significant moment comes after a right hook from Free sneaks past Emma’s guard, snapping her head to the side and drawing a collective gasp from the audience! OUCH! It’s suddenly Nell’s show! She expertly cuts off the ring, limiting Watson's space to maneuver and forcing her into tight corners. There, the younger Brit UNLEASHES, flurries of body shots visibly sapping Watson of her energy! It's in these moments that Free's power and youth shine through, folks, and despite the onslaught, Watson shows flashes of fighting spirit. She manages to land a few well-timed counters, including a crisp right hand to the side jaw that momentarily stalls Free's advance. Yet, these moments are few and far between, with Free's aggression keeping Watson mostly on the back foot and pinned in corners, reacting rather than dictating the pace. And as the round draws to a close, it's clear that Free has not only matched but exceeded the intensity she promised. Her wide array of punches, aggressive forward movement, and ability to dominate the center of the ring have left Watson grappling for answers, and the judges unanimously award the round to her accordingly!
ROUND 3:
We get a gritty, up-close battle between both girls, as British actresses decide to zero in on body work, showcasing their resilience and determination to come out on top in this pivotal round! From the opening bell, Watson and Free immediately close the distance, signaling a tactical shift to drain the other's stamina. Watson initiates the exchange, driving her gloves immediately into the abdomen after a tricksy feint to the head. Tiger Free, undeterred, responds in kind, slipping her own punches to the sides of her body, each blow echoing around the arena. The fight soon morphs into a grueling, close-quarters contest, with both women pressing in, forehead to forehead, an intimate yet fierce clash of wills. This proximity allows for little separation, as their shoulders jostle for space, arms trying to force the other back with every breath. Watson unleashes short, sharp hooks aimed at the side of Tiger Free's ribs, while Nell counters with more powerful uppercuts and hooks, targeting Watson's stomach and waistline. The sound of leather spanking off tightened and taut flesh, punctuated by the fighters' grunts and the crowd's reactions, fills the air. Both actresses surely are showing off their endurance and toughness, but Watson's technique shines through, as she manages to dig her gloves into soft spots that leave Nell momentarily winded and gasping in her arms. Her body visibly tenses, her muscles contracting in an instinctive effort to absorb each of the impacts. However, Tiger Free's youthful vigor and tenacity allow her to absorb the punishment and not go down, her own gloves slammed and spanked off the older girl’s sides. Despite the discomfort, her gaze remains locked on Watson, a silent vow not to give ground. Then, not to be outdone, she returns fire with her own series of body shots. Watson's own body reacts similarly—her abdominal muscles tighten, and she momentarily braces against the force, a grunt occasionally escaping her pursed and posh lips. Soon, however, the continuous body work takes its toll on both fighters. With each hit, their bodies jerk or sway slightly, even as they maintain their forehead-to-forehead stance. Sweat and strained breath mix between them, and as the round nears its end, the judges recognize the close nature of the round, before finally awarding it to Watson by a slim margin. Both actresses, showing signs of fatigue but unbowed, retreat to their corners, clutching their bodies, aware that this impromptu AMD battle is far from over!
ROUND 4:
Watson starts with her jabs from a distance, those punches slicing through the air with precision. She’s known for her counter-punching skills, and now, she’s targeting Nell's head repeatedly, not giving her any room to breathe, snapping her head back with each meticulously placed strike. Her movements around the ring are graceful and calculated, creating distance between herself and Free, seeking to control the pace of the fight with her long-range attacks. However, Tiger Free tries to absorb and shake them off, back to rushing in and swinging away at Watson's waistline and belly. Her gloves find their mark repeatedly, each punch contorting flesh and forcing Emma back, her own movements becoming more guarded, her attempts to maintain distance more desperate. And in a key moment, Nell finds her opening, SLIPS under a high jab before closing the gap with a swift, determined lunge. A powerful left hook crashes into the waistline, causing an audible gasp and a slight buckle in Watson's stance. Sensing vulnerability, Free swiftly follows up with a right hand that packs into the center of Watson's belly, driving the air from her lungs and folding her forward with a groan. And before Watson can recover or clinch to defend herself, Free delivers the coup de grâce: a left uppercut that lands squarely beneath Watson's guard, targeting the same battered waistline! OUUFFF! The cumulative effect is her legs GIVING WAY beneath her, Emma’s body no longer able to withstand the relentless punishment, and she COLLAPSES to her knees on the canvas! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Nell Tiger Free!
The arena falls into a momentary hush, the gravity of the knockdown settling in, and Tiger Free momentarily allows herself a cocky nod of satisfaction, before retreating to a neutral corner, her gaze fixed on Watson with anticipation for the next round of their intense rivalry! The referee initiates the count, and Watson, her breathing heavy and labored, attempts to gather her senses, cradling her tummy amidst the roaring noise of the crowd and the pulsating adrenaline coursing through her veins. In the crucial seconds that follow, the former Flyweight champ demonstrates not just her physical toughness but a profound resilience that has defined her career, pressing one glove against the mat, using it as a pivot to prop herself up, while her other hand clutches at her waistline. By the count of four, her knees bend as she begins to push herself off the mat. Her face, a mixture of pain and resolve, her eyes, momentarily clouded by the shock of the knockdown, clear as she focuses on the task at hand: to stand and face her opponent once more. And as the referee's count approaches eight, Watson steadies herself, standing fully upright against the ropes. She nods to the referee, signaling her readiness to continue, despite the knockdown's toll on her body. Her posture, though slightly hunched from the body shots, remains defiant, a clear message to Free and the spectators that the match is far from over! Watson takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling heavily, as she prepares mentally for the resumption of the bout. She moves her gloves up, adopting a defensive posture, her eyes locked on Free with a renewed sense of purpose.
And as the fight resumes with a minute left on the clock, it's clear that Nell smells blood in the water. At the bell, she CHARGES right back at her foe, intent on ending the match then and there. But in a display of veteran savvy and survival instinct, Watson manages to initiate a clinch, tying up with Free in a desperate attempt to halt the younger actress's momentum. Both girls wrestle against the ropes, with Watson using her slightly bigger frame to smother Nell down, negating her punches. As the bell rings to end the round, Watson remains on her feet, battered but unbroken, her spirit undimmed despite Free's dominance this round!
ROUND 5:
At the start of the fifth and already we’ve got a spectacular knockdown from one Vixen. Immediately, Nell puts her back into it, determined to end this fight with dominance. She rushed Watson down in the opening seconds, banging mitts off her arms and already seeking another barrage of body shots that would sap the veteran's remaining strength and resolve. Her fists loop down and to the sides, thudding against Watson’s midsection, thinking it’s her weak spot, and forcing the other British actress to tighten her guard and brace against the onslaught. Watson looks like she’s in survival mode, still attempting to maneuver and create distance, but Free keeps pressing forward, using the rest of her stamina to try and finish her off. Amidst the barrage, Free switches her attack, throwing a feinting right to the body, which draws Watson's guard lower in anticipation of another body shot. However, Free UNCOILS a devastating left hook that arcs over her lowered guard, and the punch lands FLUSH against Watson's cheek, the impact snapping her head to the side and sending shockwaves through the audience. The force of the hook carries Watson backward, her feet stumbling as she tries to regain her dignity and balance. She finds herself backed against the ropes, her posture defensive as she tries to shake off the cobwebs from Free's powerful hook. Watson, however, is far from defeated. She begins to pivot, utilizing the ropes not just for support but as a means to generate power and movement. As Free lunges in after her, aiming to KO her once and for all, Watson executes a beautifully timed counter: she slips a right hook aimed at her head, moving her own deftly to the side with a grace that belies the pressure she's under. And in the same fluid motion, Watson fires her own left jab straight to the nose, snapping Free's head back and halting her forward momentum. Then, a swift right cross! The punch is heavier, thrown with the full weight of her body behind it, as it crashes into Nell’s chin with a dull THUDDD! NELL’S SUDDENLY IN TROUBLE, getting wobbled on the spot despite her punches flying in all directions and off-target! Another left hook packs into the body from the side, sending Nell groaning and folded over, her gaze faltering by the second, as Emma deals her payback for the earlier body shots she endured. This is followed by an uppercut, a punch designed to break her guard and LIFT HER HEAD! OUCH!! Free lets out a wide gasp, her eyes going wider, as she stumbles backwards, before her legs BUCKLE beneath her! A split second later, she CRASHES to the canvas and onto her side! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN from Emma Watson, who’s breathing equally hard but steadying herself on two feet! She’s survived the youngster’s barrage, and then dished it back three-fold!
The referee begins the count, but it quickly becomes evident that Free is struggling to find her bearings on the ground! Despite her valiant efforts, her attempts to rise are uncoordinated and futile, and she remains blubbering on all fours, barely pawing at the canvas in front of her. Finally, the count reaches ten, and she’s still on the mat, dazed and unable to stand! It’s OVER!
Official Result: Emma Watson defeats Nell Tiger Free via KO5!
AFTER:
In the aftermath of the knockout, Emma Watson’s victory is complete and well-deserved. She raises her hands in the air, her grin wide and triumphant as she turns to each side of the crowd, soaking in their cheers and applause. The cameras flash, capturing every moment of her celebration, every detail of her joy and relief after such a tense and hard-fought battle.
Meanwhile, Nell Tiger Free still lies sprawled on the canvas, a stark contrast to the energy that surrounds her. Knocked out cold from Emma's precise and powerful counter-punch, she is the picture of defeat on her back, unaware of the commotion and the victory declared in Emma's favor.
Once her initial celebration subsides, Emma's attention turns back to her fallen opponent and fellow Vixen. Removing her gloves with a sense of purpose, she strides over to Nell's prone form. She poses overhead, too haughtily, soaking in the camera flashes and fully aware of the magazine headlines and Instagram posts of her win tomorrow.
Then, the eager girl reaches down, grabbing Nell by the top of her hair to gently haul her back up to her knees. Nell’s body is limp and uncoordinated, her head still spinning, as she struggles to support herself even in the kneeling position. Her head lolls slightly to the side, despite her former adversary’s firm grip buried in her tresses. Worst, her facial expression is one of grogginess and confusion, a haze over her eyes that speaks volumes of the knockout's impact. Her eyelids flutter, attempting to focus on the scene before her, but it's clear she's barely processing the moment. Her arms hang limply by her sides, showing no sign of defense or resistance. As she's propped up, her muscles twitch involuntarily, and her breathing is heavy and labored.
Hovering over, Emma leans forward, her voice carrying a blend of triumph and mockery, "That's twice in a row now, Nell. Told you your first win was just luck. Maybe it's time you accept you're always going to be one step behind me."
Gripping her hair and tugging it back, Emma pulls the defeated fighter in close, such that Nell’s face has no choice but to be pressed into the firm, pulsing contours of her waistline, a position that not only emphasizes her victory but also serves as a physical reminder of Nell’s loss. The contact forces Nell's flushed cheeks to squish against the taut muscles of her midsection, the younger Brit’s breaths coming out in muffled huffs that vibrate against the victor's skin.
“Better luck next time, sweetheart. I’ve got a tournament to win,” Emma continues to taunt from above, her grip unyielding and her words dripping with irony and satisfaction. The proximity of their bodies, with Nell's face buried in Emma's abs, makes her words even more intimate and cutting.
Finally, the shot of the evening is Nell's reaction in the aftermath of this fight: one of subdued helplessness, as her arms grab and weakly push against Emma’s hips, the urge to retaliate and defend her pride still flashing in her eyes. But the knockout's toll and Emma's firm grip leave her powerless, forced to endure her conqueress’ humiliation in silence.
Emma Watson moves on to the semi-finals of the tournament! She may have bested Nell this time, but how will she fare against a bigger girl like Kyra Santoro?
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
2. Emma Watson vs. Nell Tiger Free
Emma:
(33, 5’5, 68:41 FCBA, VIXENs)
Nell:
(24, 5’5, 25:11 FCBA, VIXENs)
BEFORE:
Up next, Emma Watson and Nell Tiger Free, British actresses and seasoned fighters within the FCBA, are set to face off in a tie-breaker match that promises fireworks. The winner of this contest will have to contend with facing off against - spoiler alert - big bad Bantamweight Kyra Santoro, who swept the smaller Beer away in a TKO5 victory just moments ago.
And whilst Emma has fought at Bantamweight before, her eyes are fixed on proving her place in the Flyweight pecking order with another win tonight over Tiger Free. Earlier, the venue, a lavishly decorated room within the VIX Headquarters in downtown Los Angeles, is packed with reporters, fans, and members of the boxing community, all eager to catch a glimpse of the fighters and hear their thoughts before the big fight.
Emma, dressed in a sleek, tailored black suit that accentuates her fit physique, exudes confidence and a touch of arrogance, a nod to her victory in their last encounter. Her hair is pulled back in a neat bun, and her posture is impeccable, giving a little wave to the crowd. Nell, on the other hand, opts for a bold red dress, tight-fitting and highlighting her toned figure, a testament to her rigorous training regime. Her hair flows freely, and her eyes sparkle with determination and a hint of provocation.
Emma takes the microphone first, her voice smooth and sweet. "It's always a pleasure to step into the ring, especially against someone like Nell. But let's not forget the history here. I've been in this game long enough to know when someone's due for a reality check. And Nell, darling, I'm just the one to deliver it. Age is but a number, and my experience is my greatest weapon. See you in the ring."
Nell smiles wryly at her comments before responding, her tone confident and slightly mocking. "Emma, you're formidable, no doubt. But we've both seen what happens when new blood meets the old guard. You've had your time in the spotlight, but if that attempt to dethrone Billie was anything to go by, your time has past. The young lions are here to lead, and come fight night, you'll see just how much this 'new blood' has to offer."
As the press conference continues, Head Trainers Steve Boyd and Corey Saucier stand by their fighters, offering nods of approval at their confident displays.
As the weigh-in begins, Emma Watson steps forward, her demeanor calm but focused. She removes her outer clothing, revealing a black sports bra and matching shorts that showcase her well-conditioned physique. She steps onto the scale, her gaze steady, as her weight is announced to the crowd. She nods in satisfaction, her confidence evident in her posture. Tiger Free follows, discarding her own robe to reveal a striking red sports bra and shorts, her physique equally impressive, her muscles toned from months of rigorous training. As her weight is confirmed, she flashes a confident smile, ready for the challenge ahead.
The moment for the staredown, Emma and Nell stride up to each other on stage, their expressions intense. They stand toe-to-toe, fists raised—Emma's to her opponent’s chin, Nell's targeting Emma's tummy, clenched knuckles just begging to make contact. Emma's eyes are sharp, her stare unwavering, and Nell, on the other hand, matches her intensity with a youthful fierceness of her own, her stare defiant, as if to say she's not intimidated.
As they continue to stand toe-to-toe and the camera flashes go off, their balled fists pressed firmly into each other's tensed waistlines, and despite the officials' watchful eyes, both actresses seize the moment to deliver their final verbal jabs:
Emma, her voice low but carrying across the silent crowd, her British accent sharp with resolve, stares directly into Nell's eyes, and just loud enough for her opponent’s ears. "You may think you've young, dear Nell, but I've fought battles you've only watched on screen. I'm going to break you in half, until there's nothing left but regret."
Nell responds with a smirk. "Always so dramatic, Emma. You think you scare me? I've seen what you've got, and I'm still standing, ready to knock you out. Age before beauty, they say, but tonight, it's youth and vigor that will leave you flat on the canvas."
After a long moment, the referee steps in, signaling the end of the staredown. Both fighters reluctantly break eye contact, stepping back, but their expressions remain determined, each confident in their ability to emerge victorious in the upcoming bout.
Later, the arena's speakers come to life with the stirring notes of a cinematic score, signaling the entrance of Emma Watson. Spotlights dance across the darkened arena, converging on the entrance tunnel as she emerges, her presence commanding immediate attention. The Brit is clad in a sleek, royal blue boxing ensemble, a sports top with silver accents along the sides and matching shorts that bear her name in elegant script, and blue gloves that complete the look. Her hair is pulled back into a tight, functional ponytail, allowing her focused gaze and determined expression to shine. As Emma strides down the aisle, her posture is regal, exuding confidence and grace. She acknowledges the crowd with nods and waves, her eyes locked on the ring ahead. Upon reaching the ring, she ascends the steps with purpose, slipping through the ropes and moving to her corner where her trainers, Steve Boyd and Corey Saucier, await. They offer final words of strategy and encouragement, ensuring her gloves are secure, and giving her a last-minute pep talk, reinforcing the game plan and her strengths.
Moments after, the arena is filled with the pulsating rhythms of a modern, upbeat track, heralding Nell Tiger Free's arrival. The crowd turns to the entrance as the younger Brit steps into view, bathed in a vibrant wash of golden light. Her boxing attire is a stark contrast to Emma's, featuring a fiery red hue that reflects her youthful vigor and fiery determination. Her gloves are a matching red with black trim, and her dark blonde hair cascades freely, framing her face in waves that bounce with each confident step she takes towards the ring. Her eyes, bright and unyielding, scan the crowd before settling on the ring with laser focus. Climbing into the ring with an agile leap, Nell is immediately met by her corner team, led by the same trainers. They quickly check her gear, offer last touches of advice, and share a moment of focused breathing to center her before the fight begins.
As the referee brings Emma and Nell together for their final instructions, both fighters lock eyes, their expressions a mix of rivalry and defiance. After being sent back to their corners, we’re ready to kick off the second match in the VIX: Princess of the Vixens tournament! Without further ado, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
ROUND 1:
We kick things off with tactical finesse, Miss Watson’s movements graceful yet precise. She employs her jab hand effectively, extending her left with precision towards Free's head and torso. That footwork is a calculated dance, a ballet in the squared circle, as she pivots and sidesteps, maintaining a distance that allows her to strike and retreat without reprisal. A particularly crisp jab lands squarely on the cheek, causing a visible jerk of Nell’s head. But Tiger Free, the younger British talent, also showcases her hunger and aggression from the outset. She narrows the gap between them quickly, her strategy clear: diminish Watson's reach advantage by fighting in close quarters. Tiger Free's hooks are tight, thrown inwards to pound the arms before looping slightly southwards, thudding off Watson's ribs and spanking her sides, the sound echoing through the hall, drawing a wince from the seasoned actress. But it’s Nell's sudden uppercuts tossed into the mix that surprise Emma, forcing her to cover up and weave unless she wants to get blown off her feet early. The round evolves into a chess match of punches, with Watson and Free trading blows that highlight their acumen. Watson, with her brunette locks bouncing with each movement, continues to land calculated strikes, her left-right jab-cross combos find their mark on Free's nose and occasionally south the body, pushing the blonde actress back momentarily. Nell, undeterred, unleashes back combinations of her own, targeting the midsection, forcing the latter to tighten her guard. Overall, the opening round is a close affair, but Watson's ability to control the pace, coupled with her precision striking, earns her the nod from the judges.
ROUND 2:
From the onset, the younger Nell takes control, abandoning her cautious approach and opting to rush in with a barrage of punches, forcing Emma back on the defensive. She clearly wants to overpower the seasoned actress with sheer volume and ferocity. She uses her left jabs to tease and harass the head with increased frequency, each one setting up a more powerful right cross that SLAMS into Watson's guard, pushing her back with their force. Watson, known for her poise and technique, finds herself on the defensive more than she'd like. Her attempts to counter are weak spanks off the body by comparison, and soon, a significant moment comes after a right hook from Free sneaks past Emma’s guard, snapping her head to the side and drawing a collective gasp from the audience! OUCH! It’s suddenly Nell’s show! She expertly cuts off the ring, limiting Watson's space to maneuver and forcing her into tight corners. There, the younger Brit UNLEASHES, flurries of body shots visibly sapping Watson of her energy! It's in these moments that Free's power and youth shine through, folks, and despite the onslaught, Watson shows flashes of fighting spirit. She manages to land a few well-timed counters, including a crisp right hand to the side jaw that momentarily stalls Free's advance. Yet, these moments are few and far between, with Free's aggression keeping Watson mostly on the back foot and pinned in corners, reacting rather than dictating the pace. And as the round draws to a close, it's clear that Free has not only matched but exceeded the intensity she promised. Her wide array of punches, aggressive forward movement, and ability to dominate the center of the ring have left Watson grappling for answers, and the judges unanimously award the round to her accordingly!
ROUND 3:
We get a gritty, up-close battle between both girls, as British actresses decide to zero in on body work, showcasing their resilience and determination to come out on top in this pivotal round! From the opening bell, Watson and Free immediately close the distance, signaling a tactical shift to drain the other's stamina. Watson initiates the exchange, driving her gloves immediately into the abdomen after a tricksy feint to the head. Tiger Free, undeterred, responds in kind, slipping her own punches to the sides of her body, each blow echoing around the arena. The fight soon morphs into a grueling, close-quarters contest, with both women pressing in, forehead to forehead, an intimate yet fierce clash of wills. This proximity allows for little separation, as their shoulders jostle for space, arms trying to force the other back with every breath. Watson unleashes short, sharp hooks aimed at the side of Tiger Free's ribs, while Nell counters with more powerful uppercuts and hooks, targeting Watson's stomach and waistline. The sound of leather spanking off tightened and taut flesh, punctuated by the fighters' grunts and the crowd's reactions, fills the air. Both actresses surely are showing off their endurance and toughness, but Watson's technique shines through, as she manages to dig her gloves into soft spots that leave Nell momentarily winded and gasping in her arms. Her body visibly tenses, her muscles contracting in an instinctive effort to absorb each of the impacts. However, Tiger Free's youthful vigor and tenacity allow her to absorb the punishment and not go down, her own gloves slammed and spanked off the older girl’s sides. Despite the discomfort, her gaze remains locked on Watson, a silent vow not to give ground. Then, not to be outdone, she returns fire with her own series of body shots. Watson's own body reacts similarly—her abdominal muscles tighten, and she momentarily braces against the force, a grunt occasionally escaping her pursed and posh lips. Soon, however, the continuous body work takes its toll on both fighters. With each hit, their bodies jerk or sway slightly, even as they maintain their forehead-to-forehead stance. Sweat and strained breath mix between them, and as the round nears its end, the judges recognize the close nature of the round, before finally awarding it to Watson by a slim margin. Both actresses, showing signs of fatigue but unbowed, retreat to their corners, clutching their bodies, aware that this impromptu AMD battle is far from over!
ROUND 4:
Watson starts with her jabs from a distance, those punches slicing through the air with precision. She’s known for her counter-punching skills, and now, she’s targeting Nell's head repeatedly, not giving her any room to breathe, snapping her head back with each meticulously placed strike. Her movements around the ring are graceful and calculated, creating distance between herself and Free, seeking to control the pace of the fight with her long-range attacks. However, Tiger Free tries to absorb and shake them off, back to rushing in and swinging away at Watson's waistline and belly. Her gloves find their mark repeatedly, each punch contorting flesh and forcing Emma back, her own movements becoming more guarded, her attempts to maintain distance more desperate. And in a key moment, Nell finds her opening, SLIPS under a high jab before closing the gap with a swift, determined lunge. A powerful left hook crashes into the waistline, causing an audible gasp and a slight buckle in Watson's stance. Sensing vulnerability, Free swiftly follows up with a right hand that packs into the center of Watson's belly, driving the air from her lungs and folding her forward with a groan. And before Watson can recover or clinch to defend herself, Free delivers the coup de grâce: a left uppercut that lands squarely beneath Watson's guard, targeting the same battered waistline! OUUFFF! The cumulative effect is her legs GIVING WAY beneath her, Emma’s body no longer able to withstand the relentless punishment, and she COLLAPSES to her knees on the canvas! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Nell Tiger Free!
The arena falls into a momentary hush, the gravity of the knockdown settling in, and Tiger Free momentarily allows herself a cocky nod of satisfaction, before retreating to a neutral corner, her gaze fixed on Watson with anticipation for the next round of their intense rivalry! The referee initiates the count, and Watson, her breathing heavy and labored, attempts to gather her senses, cradling her tummy amidst the roaring noise of the crowd and the pulsating adrenaline coursing through her veins. In the crucial seconds that follow, the former Flyweight champ demonstrates not just her physical toughness but a profound resilience that has defined her career, pressing one glove against the mat, using it as a pivot to prop herself up, while her other hand clutches at her waistline. By the count of four, her knees bend as she begins to push herself off the mat. Her face, a mixture of pain and resolve, her eyes, momentarily clouded by the shock of the knockdown, clear as she focuses on the task at hand: to stand and face her opponent once more. And as the referee's count approaches eight, Watson steadies herself, standing fully upright against the ropes. She nods to the referee, signaling her readiness to continue, despite the knockdown's toll on her body. Her posture, though slightly hunched from the body shots, remains defiant, a clear message to Free and the spectators that the match is far from over! Watson takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling heavily, as she prepares mentally for the resumption of the bout. She moves her gloves up, adopting a defensive posture, her eyes locked on Free with a renewed sense of purpose.
And as the fight resumes with a minute left on the clock, it's clear that Nell smells blood in the water. At the bell, she CHARGES right back at her foe, intent on ending the match then and there. But in a display of veteran savvy and survival instinct, Watson manages to initiate a clinch, tying up with Free in a desperate attempt to halt the younger actress's momentum. Both girls wrestle against the ropes, with Watson using her slightly bigger frame to smother Nell down, negating her punches. As the bell rings to end the round, Watson remains on her feet, battered but unbroken, her spirit undimmed despite Free's dominance this round!
ROUND 5:
At the start of the fifth and already we’ve got a spectacular knockdown from one Vixen. Immediately, Nell puts her back into it, determined to end this fight with dominance. She rushed Watson down in the opening seconds, banging mitts off her arms and already seeking another barrage of body shots that would sap the veteran's remaining strength and resolve. Her fists loop down and to the sides, thudding against Watson’s midsection, thinking it’s her weak spot, and forcing the other British actress to tighten her guard and brace against the onslaught. Watson looks like she’s in survival mode, still attempting to maneuver and create distance, but Free keeps pressing forward, using the rest of her stamina to try and finish her off. Amidst the barrage, Free switches her attack, throwing a feinting right to the body, which draws Watson's guard lower in anticipation of another body shot. However, Free UNCOILS a devastating left hook that arcs over her lowered guard, and the punch lands FLUSH against Watson's cheek, the impact snapping her head to the side and sending shockwaves through the audience. The force of the hook carries Watson backward, her feet stumbling as she tries to regain her dignity and balance. She finds herself backed against the ropes, her posture defensive as she tries to shake off the cobwebs from Free's powerful hook. Watson, however, is far from defeated. She begins to pivot, utilizing the ropes not just for support but as a means to generate power and movement. As Free lunges in after her, aiming to KO her once and for all, Watson executes a beautifully timed counter: she slips a right hook aimed at her head, moving her own deftly to the side with a grace that belies the pressure she's under. And in the same fluid motion, Watson fires her own left jab straight to the nose, snapping Free's head back and halting her forward momentum. Then, a swift right cross! The punch is heavier, thrown with the full weight of her body behind it, as it crashes into Nell’s chin with a dull THUDDD! NELL’S SUDDENLY IN TROUBLE, getting wobbled on the spot despite her punches flying in all directions and off-target! Another left hook packs into the body from the side, sending Nell groaning and folded over, her gaze faltering by the second, as Emma deals her payback for the earlier body shots she endured. This is followed by an uppercut, a punch designed to break her guard and LIFT HER HEAD! OUCH!! Free lets out a wide gasp, her eyes going wider, as she stumbles backwards, before her legs BUCKLE beneath her! A split second later, she CRASHES to the canvas and onto her side! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN from Emma Watson, who’s breathing equally hard but steadying herself on two feet! She’s survived the youngster’s barrage, and then dished it back three-fold!
The referee begins the count, but it quickly becomes evident that Free is struggling to find her bearings on the ground! Despite her valiant efforts, her attempts to rise are uncoordinated and futile, and she remains blubbering on all fours, barely pawing at the canvas in front of her. Finally, the count reaches ten, and she’s still on the mat, dazed and unable to stand! It’s OVER!
Official Result: Emma Watson defeats Nell Tiger Free via KO5!
AFTER:
In the aftermath of the knockout, Emma Watson’s victory is complete and well-deserved. She raises her hands in the air, her grin wide and triumphant as she turns to each side of the crowd, soaking in their cheers and applause. The cameras flash, capturing every moment of her celebration, every detail of her joy and relief after such a tense and hard-fought battle.
Meanwhile, Nell Tiger Free still lies sprawled on the canvas, a stark contrast to the energy that surrounds her. Knocked out cold from Emma's precise and powerful counter-punch, she is the picture of defeat on her back, unaware of the commotion and the victory declared in Emma's favor.
Once her initial celebration subsides, Emma's attention turns back to her fallen opponent and fellow Vixen. Removing her gloves with a sense of purpose, she strides over to Nell's prone form. She poses overhead, too haughtily, soaking in the camera flashes and fully aware of the magazine headlines and Instagram posts of her win tomorrow.
Then, the eager girl reaches down, grabbing Nell by the top of her hair to gently haul her back up to her knees. Nell’s body is limp and uncoordinated, her head still spinning, as she struggles to support herself even in the kneeling position. Her head lolls slightly to the side, despite her former adversary’s firm grip buried in her tresses. Worst, her facial expression is one of grogginess and confusion, a haze over her eyes that speaks volumes of the knockout's impact. Her eyelids flutter, attempting to focus on the scene before her, but it's clear she's barely processing the moment. Her arms hang limply by her sides, showing no sign of defense or resistance. As she's propped up, her muscles twitch involuntarily, and her breathing is heavy and labored.
Hovering over, Emma leans forward, her voice carrying a blend of triumph and mockery, "That's twice in a row now, Nell. Told you your first win was just luck. Maybe it's time you accept you're always going to be one step behind me."
Gripping her hair and tugging it back, Emma pulls the defeated fighter in close, such that Nell’s face has no choice but to be pressed into the firm, pulsing contours of her waistline, a position that not only emphasizes her victory but also serves as a physical reminder of Nell’s loss. The contact forces Nell's flushed cheeks to squish against the taut muscles of her midsection, the younger Brit’s breaths coming out in muffled huffs that vibrate against the victor's skin.
“Better luck next time, sweetheart. I’ve got a tournament to win,” Emma continues to taunt from above, her grip unyielding and her words dripping with irony and satisfaction. The proximity of their bodies, with Nell's face buried in Emma's abs, makes her words even more intimate and cutting.
Finally, the shot of the evening is Nell's reaction in the aftermath of this fight: one of subdued helplessness, as her arms grab and weakly push against Emma’s hips, the urge to retaliate and defend her pride still flashing in her eyes. But the knockout's toll and Emma's firm grip leave her powerless, forced to endure her conqueress’ humiliation in silence.
Emma Watson moves on to the semi-finals of the tournament! She may have bested Nell this time, but how will she fare against a bigger girl like Kyra Santoro?