Post by Lookout! Boxing on Sept 28, 2024 0:29:26 GMT -6
Olivia (Ponton) vs Alexis Ren (Vixens)
Results by Lookout / words by Countrymouse
Gut-Check Match
Alexis Ren stands there, leaning against the ropes, smirking. Her abs glisten under the lights, that deep red bikini bottom clinging to her body. She wipes a bit of baby oil off her chest, glancing over at Olivia, who’s pacing like a caged lioness.
“You seriously want to do this again?” Ren’s voice drips with condescension. “You didn’t get enough last time? Or you just like getting your pretty little stomach punched in?”
Olivia freezes, tossing a glance over her shoulder, eyes blazing. She’s slick with baby oil, her body gleaming like she just came out of the ocean. The white bikini only makes her look more innocent, which is why it’s perfect for her. She brushes the slick strands of hair out of her face, fists clenched. “I’m not here to chat, Ren. I’m here to break you.” Her voice is sharp, determined, but there's that tremor underneath. The memory of that last match lingers, every punch replaying in her mind, the humiliation of the crowd watching her crumble.
Ren chuckles, low and mean, tapping her abs. “Break me? Sweetheart, I had you sobbing like a little girl last time. Remember? Everyone does. You had tears streaming down your face while I drilled your gut. Don’t think they forgot those sounds you made either.”
Olivia’s jaw tightens. She steps forward, her stomach tightening reflexively, a small reminder of what she’s walking into. “Keep talking, Ren. We’ll see who’s sobbing by round five.”
Alexis leans in closer, a slow grin spreading across her face. She flicks her eyes over Olivia’s body, lingering for a second on those tight abs, now glistening and ready. “I’ll be sure to make it hurt just like last time. Maybe worse. The crowd loves seeing a hot little thing like you get folded in half. Hell, they probably came just for that.”
Olivia spits back, “They’ll love it even more when I have you begging me to stop. I’ll put you on your knees, Ren. Then I’ll give you the extra punches you deserve.”
The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. You can feel it in the air—these two babes, slick with baby oil, their abs shimmering under the lights. Every guy in the crowd has his eyes glued to the ring, and let’s be honest, they’re not just here for the punches.
Round 1:
Olivia:
Olivia wins the coin toss. She smirks, ready to make Alexis pay for last time. Alexis steps up, hands gripping the rope above her head, her abs tight, braced for impact. You can see her muscles ripple under that tight red bikini. This is it—the moment Olivia’s been waiting for.
Olivia steps in, but she’s not rushing. She takes her time, throwing her first punch—tap—just a light jab. Not much force behind it, but it keeps Alexis on edge. Ren’s abs stay tight, her breath slow and controlled. Olivia steps back, and waits the full 30 seconds, making sure Alexis feels every second of the tension, forcing her to keep those muscles clenched.
The second punch, another light one. It taps Ren’s belly, barely a hit, but that doesn’t matter. Olivia’s playing the long game. She’s making Alexis burn up energy, tightening and holding, waiting for the real hit.
Then, it comes. Olivia winds up for the third punch. She’s done playing. She torques her shoulder, putting all 120 lbs into this one. WHAM! Her fist smashes into Ren’s belly button, sinking deep into those toned abs. Alexis’ mouth flies open—“Ooooooof!”—she doubles over, winded, gasping for air. The crowd leans in, expecting her to drop, hoping Olivia's about to take the win.
But Ren’s too tough for that. She bends over, her abs screaming, but she stays on her feet, groaning, recovering. Olivia steps back, frustrated, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She wanted that punch to end it.
Alexis:
Now it’s Ren’s turn.
Alexis grips the rope again, her eyes locked on Olivia, a predator about to strike. Olivia’s standing there, abs tensed, but everyone can see it—she’s scared. Last time, Alexis wrecked her, and left her sobbing on the floor, and that memory is burned into Olivia’s brain.
Ren’s first punch? A feint. She fakes a jab, making Olivia flinch, her body twitching in reflex. The crowd can see it—Olivia’s tough talk doesn’t match the fear in her eyes.
Then Alexis goes in. Her second punch is brutal—BAM! It slams into Olivia’s unflexed stomach, right below the ribs. Olivia’s leg shoots up as she moans—“Guuuuuuh!”—a loud, humiliating groan that echoes through the room. The crowd eats it up. Alexis grins. She’s got her right where she wants her.
For the third punch, Ren doesn’t hold back. She steps in and drives her fist right into Olivia’s gut, so deep it’s like her knuckles are trying to meet Olivia’s spine. Olivia’s eyes go wide—“OOOOOOH!”—the air knocked clean out of her. She can’t hold on. She lets go of the rope, dropping to her knees like a sack of bricks.
The crowd roars. Ren steps back, hands on her hips, smirking down at Olivia as she gasps on the floor, clutching her belly.
Bonus punch:
"Ha! I get to hit her again, right?" Alexis smirks, barely hiding her excitement. The ref nods, and Alexis doesn’t waste a second. She grabs a fistful of Olivia’s slick hair, yanking her to her feet like she’s dragging a ragdoll. Olivia stumbles, gasping, barely able to stand.
“W-Wait…” Olivia weakly protests, her voice almost a whimper, but Alexis isn’t listening. She’s too busy getting ready to dish out more punishment.
As soon as Olivia’s hands are back on the rope, Alexis steps in, winding up like she’s swinging for a home run. BAM! Her fist slams into Olivia’s belly—dead center—hard and fast. The sound is thick, and meaty, like someone just took a sledgehammer to a watermelon. "Oof!" The breath explodes out of Olivia.
She can’t even scream this time. All she can manage is a guttural grunt, body shaking, eyes wide in shock. You can tell she’s completely winded, with no air left in her lungs. Her legs buckle, but she’s smart. She’s wrapped her wrist around the rope, desperately trying to stay on her feet.
It’s brutal—no other way to put it. Watching Alexis beat the air out of this girl, punch after punch, feels wrong. But damn, it’s hard to look away.
Round 2:
Olivia:
Olivia steps in and BAM! A stiff cross slams into Alexis’s belly. The punch lands right in the center of those perfect abs, and the impact sends a shock through Alexis’s whole body. “Eeeeek!” She lets out this high-pitched, girly squeal, the kind that’s way too embarrassing for someone as tough as her. Her body jerks forward, eyes wide in surprise, but she holds it together, gritting her teeth.
Olivia, feeling the momentum now, takes her time. She waits until the last possible second, watching Alexis struggle to recover, every muscle still clenched from the last hit. Then, Olivia throws a feint! Alexis flinches hard, her whole body tensing up, expecting the blow that never comes. Her face twists into pure fury—she just wasted all that energy tightening up for nothing. Olivia’s smirk says it all.
Just when Alexis starts to breathe again, relaxing a little, WHAM! Olivia drives a brutal uppercut into her gut, so deep it looks like she’s trying to break through to the other side. Alexis’s body folds over the fist, her knees buckle, and for a second, it looks like she’s going down. But she clings to the rope for dear life, her legs wobbling like cooked spaghetti, barely managing to stay upright. She swings there, gasping, eyes glazed over like she just got hit by a truck.
Alexis:
Alexis Ren is struggling to stand. Her abs are bruised, and the pain is written all over her face. She’s leaning on the rope, every breath shaky. It’s her turn to hit, but she’s moving slower, clearly in pain. Olivia, on the other hand, looks ready to take whatever Ren’s got left.
Alexis pulls her fist back and swings, her knuckles landing with a dull thud against Olivia’s abs. Ponton grunts—“Ugh!”—the sound low and guttural. She bites her lip, refusing to show any more weakness, but the impact clearly gets to her, her body stiffening as the punch digs in.
Alexis keeps her pace steady, not letting up, even though it’s obvious she’s hurting. BAM! Another hit, square in the stomach. Olivia grunts again—“Ughh!”—a tear sliding down her cheek, but she doesn’t break. She just stares at Ren, eyes locked, as if to say, “Is that all you’ve got?” Alexis notices the tear, though, and it gives her the smallest bit of satisfaction.
Ren’s third punch is just as consistent, but the damage is piling up. It lands solid, right in Olivia’s gut, driving the air out of her. “Ooooooohhh!” Ponton lets out a deep moan, her whole body quivering as the pain washes over her. She doubles over slightly, arms trembling as they grip the rope for support. It hurts like hell, but she’s not going down. Not today.
Round 3:
Olivia
Round 3 kicks off, and Olivia’s starting to get crafty. She’s not just swinging for the fences; she’s playing the long game, making Alexis burn up every ounce of energy she’s got left. Ren’s still hurting, still winded, and Olivia’s got a grin on her face like she knows it’s only a matter of time.
Olivia throws a medium punch, landing right on Alexis’s abs with a thump. Nothing too serious, just enough to make Ren brace herself. It doesn’t do much damage, but that’s the point—she’s making Alexis tighten up, wasting her strength, forcing her to hold that tension. Alexis grimaces, her body jerking slightly, but she holds on.
Then, Olivia steps in and drives a hard cross into Ren’s belly. BAM! The impact is nasty, and you can hear Alexis gasp for air—“Ooooof!”—her mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut. She lets out this high-pitched squeak, and you know that one hurt. The crowd’s eating up these girly sounds, and honestly, so am I. There’s something about these tough-as-nails girls making those little grunts and moans that just works.
Without giving Ren any time to recover, Olivia follows up with a quick left hook, swinging hard into Alexis’s gut. WHAM! It lands with a sickening thud, right under the ribs, and Alexis’s body bends forward like she’s been hit with a sledgehammer. “Mmmmmmph!” Ren lets out this ridiculous moan, deep and loud, like an elephant seal caught in a trap. Her face twists in agony, her legs wobble, and for a second, it looks like she might lose it, but she manages to stay on her feet.
“Oh, that looked painful!” Someone in the crowd shouts, and damn right, it did. Olivia’s on fire, but Ren’s not going down that easy.
Alexis:
Alexis swings low, her fist crashing into Olivia’s stomach, just below the belly button. THUD! Olivia’s body jerks upward like she’s been electrocuted, her bare feet kicking out instinctively, toes curling from the shock. She’s practically on her tiptoes, the pain shooting through her body, and a sharp, high-pitched grunt escapes her lips—“Oooooh!”
Ren doesn’t wait. She drives another punch low, right into the same spot. WHAM! Olivia lets go of the rope, her legs buckling under her, a look of pure shock crossing her face. Alexis grins as the Ref calls for the bonus punch.
Alexis grabs Olivia’s wrist, twisting it behind her back and pinning her in place. But she’s not done. She leans in, grabs Olivia firmly behind the neck,, and plants a deep, aggressive kiss right on her lips. Olivia’s eyes go wide, stunned, completely caught off guard.
And while still in the kiss, Ren pulls her arm back. WHAM! A hard punch to the solar plexus, dead center, forcing all the air out of Olivia’s body. Olivia’s body jerks, her knees wobbling as she tries to stay upright, but the kiss keeps her anchored, keeps her from falling. She leans into it, helpless, her body folding into Ren’s, and lets out a muffled scream—“Mmmmphhhh!”—as Alexis holds onto her, the kiss devouring all the air in her lungs, making her body go limp.
The crowd goes nuts. Damn, that was hot.
Alexis wipes the kiss off Olivia’s lips with the back of her hand, grinning as if she owns her. Olivia’s still standing, but barely, her legs trembling, and her eyes are glazed over, like she’s somewhere between shock and disbelief. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks—the last punch was a bonus, and Alexis is still entitled to one more.
You can practically see Olivia dying inside. Her body sags slightly, her grip on the rope tightening with desperation. She knows what’s coming, and there’s nothing she can do about it.
Ren doesn’t waste any time. She winds up, pulling her fist back, and drives it straight into Olivia’s gut with brutal force. THUD! The sound echoes through the room as Olivia’s body folds forward, like someone just knocked the wind out of her with a sledgehammer. “Wheeeeze!” Olivia lets out a breathless, high-pitched gasp, her body instinctively curling to protect herself, but it’s too late. The damage is done.
Her knees buckle, and one arm drops limp by her side, but somehow, somehow, she manages to hold onto the rope with her other hand, clutching it like her life depends on it. She’s gasping for air, barely able to stand, but she’s still upright, even if it’s by the thinnest thread of willpower.
Round 4:
Olivia
The atmosphere in the ring has completely shifted. Alexis Ren, who was once dominating the match, now stands hurt with her smug grin gone Olivia Ponton knows this is her shot—one more chance to make Ren pay for humiliating her before. And damn, she's going to make it count.
Olivia takes her time again, letting the tension build as the crowd watches, eyes glued to every second. Ren's on edge, expecting another feint, bracing herself for nothing—but then—WHAM! Olivia unleashes all her power into one full-force punch, driving her fist deep into Ren's stomach. “Hoooog!” Alexis moans, her voice cracking as she barely clings to the rope. She’s bent over, gasping for air, struggling to stay on her feet.
Not giving Ren a second to recover, Olivia quickly steps in again. BAM! The punch lands right in the middle of Ren’s already tender belly, lifting her up onto her toes. The crowd gasps as Ren’s body jolts upward like she’s been hit by a truck, her feet momentarily off the canvas.
Oh no, not again! Olivia slams an uppercut straight into Alexis’s gut, this one even harder than the last. It’s like she just ate the last taco and someone’s coming for revenge. Ren’s eyes go wide, her whole body convulses, and she lets out a choked “Guuuuhhh!” She’s done. She lets go of the rope, and her body crumples, falling face-first onto the canvas, hitting it with a solid thud.
The ref steps in. "Bonus punch!" The crowd goes wild. Olivia looks like a cat who just caught a mouse, and she’s about to play with her prey. She grabs Alexis by the hair, dragging her up to her feet. Ren weakly protests, but it’s no use. Olivia shoves her hated rival into the corner, like a ragdoll being positioned for more torture.
Olivia takes a few steps back, her eyes locked on Alexis, who’s too weak to fight back. Then, with a running start, Olivia leads with her knee. SMASH! Her bare knee drives deep into Ren’s stomach, sinking in hard as Alexis howls in pain. “Uuuuuhhhhhh!” The crowd roars. Ren’s body folds around Olivia’s knee, and the impact is brutal. You can see it in her face—the pain, the shock. She’s barely hanging on.
Alexis drops to her knees again, but the ref calls for another bonus punch. This is getting rough to watch, even for the bloodthirsty crowd.
Olivia steps back, measuring her next move, before charging in again. Another knee slams into Alexis’s gut. WHAM! Ren folds completely around it, her face twisted in agony, eyes squeezed shut. Olivia doesn’t let her fall this time. She keeps her enemy upright, her body shaking from the hits, gasping for breath.
Instead of going for another punch, Olivia decides it’s time for some real humiliation. She grabs hold of the neckline of Alexis’s prized “Made in Brooklyn” tee. Ren’s weak protests don’t stand a chance. With a vicious yank, Olivia tears the shirt straight down the middle—RIIIIP!—exposing Alexis’s chest to the crowd. The place erupts in cheers as Ren’s 33B breasts bounce free, no longer hidden by the fabric. Olivia smirks, making sure everyone gets a long, satisfying look at Alexis Ren—a legit Swimsuit Issue model at her absolute peak—before dragging her half-naked body back into the fight.
Damn, Alexis has one hell of a body!
Alexis:
Alexis, humiliated, stands in the ring, her chest bare and her face burning with a mix of rage and embarrassment. She glares at Olivia, eyes full of fury. “I’m really going to kick your ass now, Ponton!” she snarls, fists tightening. You can feel the shift—Alexis is done playing.
Ren steps in, throwing all of her weight behind the punch. WHAM! Her fist crashes into Olivia’s belly, right above the navel. Ponton’s cocky smile disappears in an instant. Her eyes slam shut, mouth falling slack as a long, guttural moan of agony escapes her—“Uuuuuhhhhhhh!” Her body curls inward, reflexively trying to protect itself, but it’s too late. Ren nailed her, and the pain is written all over Olivia’s face.
Alexis takes her time. She’s enjoying this. She waits, letting the seconds drag out, almost pushing the limit before she throws her next punch. Olivia’s gasping, trying to suck in air, but Ren steps in and slams another fist right into her gut. BAM! “Hoof!” The sound is thick, like the wind’s been knocked out of her all over again. The only reason Olivia’s still standing is because she’s got her arms tangled up in the rope above her head, barely holding herself upright.
Even with that, Ren’s third punch almost finishes her off. THUD! Olivia’s body jerks forward as Alexis drives her fist deep into her stomach. “Oooooh!” The sound that comes out of Ponton is almost pitiful, like a wounded animal. Her knees buckle, and for a second, it looks like she’s going down. But somehow, she stays up, legs shaking, clinging to the rope.
Seriously, how are these two soft skinny, girls still doing this?
Round 5:
Alexis is barely hanging on, hands gripping the rope above her head like it's the only thing keeping her from collapsing to the floor. Her once-proud chest now bare and exposed, her belly swollen and red from the relentless beating. Sweat and oil drip off her shiny skin, her breath labored, her body shaking. But she glares at Olivia through narrowed eyes, still trying to hold onto some shred of defiance.
Olivia:
“Do your worst, Ponton,” Alexis spits, though there’s no hiding how much pain she’s in. She looks beaten, barely able to stand, but she’s still standing. Olivia, slick with sweat and confidence, steps forward, ready to end this.
Olivia isn’t holding back anymore. She twists her whole body, using every ounce of her weight to launch a brutal uppercut right under Ren’s ribs. WHAM! The punch sinks deep, Alexis’s entire body jerking forward. “Uuuuuhhhhh!” Ren moans pitifully, the sound barely a breath as she hunches over, her eyes fluttering in pain. She’s barely conscious, hanging onto that rope like her life depends on it.
Alexis looks like she’s about to pass out, her eyes rolling back, but she’s still gripping the rope, which means she’s still fair game. Olivia steps in again, this time delivering a solid, digging uppercut straight into the center of Ren’s gut. THUD! Ren’s eyes snap open wide, her jaw hanging slack as she gasps for air that just isn’t coming. Her body convulses, the pain overwhelming her. She’s done—she can’t take anymore. Her grip on the rope loosens, her hands slipping as her knees give out, and she crumples to the ground in a heap.
The ref steps in, calling it. Third fall. Ren’s done. And honestly, she wasn’t getting back up anyway.
But Olivia’s not finished. She crouches down next to Alexis, whispering with a smirk, “Per the rules, a fall’s a fall, and I’m entitled to my bonus punches.”
Alexis, barely able to lift her head, weakly begs, “Please… leave me alone…” Her voice is nothing more than a breathless whimper, but Olivia’s having none of it.
Olivia pulls Alexis to her feet, locking her arms in a brutal Goldberg-style double armlock, pinning her tight. She drives her knee up—BAM!—straight into Ren’s gut. Alexis folds around it, gasping, her body collapsing again as she falls to the floor like a ragdoll.
Olivia grabs a fistful of Alexis’s hair, forcing her back up, her body limp and broken. With a malicious grin, she winds up and delivers a Galatea-style belly punch, driving her fist deep into Ren’s stomach. WHAM! Alexis’s body folds in half, her breath catching in her throat as she crumples to the floor again, moaning.
Alexis is crying now, her body completely wrecked, lost in the pain. She rolls onto her knees, sobbing, barely able to comprehend what’s happening. Olivia steps back, sizing up her shot like she’s about to make a field goal, and then BAM!—her foot slams into Ren’s gut like she’s kicking a soccer ball. Alexis lifts off the ground, her body folding tightly around the impact, her cries of pain turning into a long, broken moan as she curls up on the canvas, utterly defeated. “Oooooh!”
After
“Stay down, Ren!” She snarls through gritted teeth, ignoring the referee’s shouts. Alexis curls on the mat, gasping for air, arms wrapped around her gut, trying to protect herself from the onslaught. Wham! Olivia’s fist connects again, a brutal hook to the ribs.
Alexis’s stablemates—Madison Beer and Nell Tiger Free—explode from their seats, rushing the ring.
“Get off her, b*tch!” Madison screams, sliding under the ropes, hands clawed. Olivia smirks, turning slowly, stepping away from Alexis’s crumpled form. Just as Madison lunges, she sidesteps, driving a knee up into her gut. Oomph! The brunette folds, but Nell’s already charging in with a wild slap.
“You’re dead meat, Ponton!” she hisses, aiming for Olivia’s face. The hit lands, snapping Olivia’s head to the side.
The FFC stable—Ellie Thumann, Katie Austin, and Livvy Dunne—is up, shouting, barreling toward the ring.
“Like hell you’re jumping her!” Livvy growls, vaulting over the ropes. She’s on Nell in an instant, hair flying as they grapple. Katie drags Madison off, both girls twisting and kicking, nails digging into each other’s flesh.
Olivia wipes blood from her lip and grins. “That all you got, Free?”
Another slap, but Olivia ducks, grabbing Nell’s shirt and yanking hard. Fabric tears, buttons flying. Nell screams, twisting, but Livvy’s on her, locking her in a headlock, forcing her down.
Madison’s back up, grabbing Livvy by the hair and yanking. Rip! Livvy shrieks as her top comes off, arms flailing. Two of Alexis’s backup jump her, dragging her down, fists hammering.
“Get off!” Katie’s there, pulling at limbs, kicking. But it’s chaos—too many bodies, too many hands. Someone’s fist catches her in the mouth, snapping her head back. She stumbles, spit and blood flying.
“Livvy! Katie!” Ellie shouts, trying to wade through the mess. Too slow—one of Alexis’s girls has Livvy pinned, wrenching her arm behind her back. Livvy’s screams mix with sobs as a boot digs into her spine.
Wham! A kick catches Katie in the stomach, folding her.
Olivia’s still fighting Nell, both half-stripped, hair tangled, clawing and spitting. “Back off!” She slams a fist into Nell’s belly, the redhead choking, dropping to her knees.
“ENOUGH!” A ref’s voice, lost in the din. No one listens.
The FFC girls are outnumbered, surrounded. Katie’s flat on her back, Madison straddling her, fists pounding her ribs. Livvy’s shirtless, pinned. Ellie’s trying, failing to hold off three attackers at once.
“Pull back!” Olivia roars, chest heaving. She grabs Livvy, dragging her to her feet. “Retreat!” She shoves Ellie toward the ropes.
They scramble, clawing and stumbling, Alexis’s stable hot on their heels.
“You’re gonna pay for this!” Madison screams after them, face flushed, wild.
The FFC girls half-fall, half-jump out of the ring, backing away as the other side surges forward.
“Yeah, well,” Olivia grins, wiping blood from her lip. “Next time, try to win first.”
Results by Lookout / words by Countrymouse
Gut-Check Match
Alexis Ren stands there, leaning against the ropes, smirking. Her abs glisten under the lights, that deep red bikini bottom clinging to her body. She wipes a bit of baby oil off her chest, glancing over at Olivia, who’s pacing like a caged lioness.
“You seriously want to do this again?” Ren’s voice drips with condescension. “You didn’t get enough last time? Or you just like getting your pretty little stomach punched in?”
Olivia freezes, tossing a glance over her shoulder, eyes blazing. She’s slick with baby oil, her body gleaming like she just came out of the ocean. The white bikini only makes her look more innocent, which is why it’s perfect for her. She brushes the slick strands of hair out of her face, fists clenched. “I’m not here to chat, Ren. I’m here to break you.” Her voice is sharp, determined, but there's that tremor underneath. The memory of that last match lingers, every punch replaying in her mind, the humiliation of the crowd watching her crumble.
Ren chuckles, low and mean, tapping her abs. “Break me? Sweetheart, I had you sobbing like a little girl last time. Remember? Everyone does. You had tears streaming down your face while I drilled your gut. Don’t think they forgot those sounds you made either.”
Olivia’s jaw tightens. She steps forward, her stomach tightening reflexively, a small reminder of what she’s walking into. “Keep talking, Ren. We’ll see who’s sobbing by round five.”
Alexis leans in closer, a slow grin spreading across her face. She flicks her eyes over Olivia’s body, lingering for a second on those tight abs, now glistening and ready. “I’ll be sure to make it hurt just like last time. Maybe worse. The crowd loves seeing a hot little thing like you get folded in half. Hell, they probably came just for that.”
Olivia spits back, “They’ll love it even more when I have you begging me to stop. I’ll put you on your knees, Ren. Then I’ll give you the extra punches you deserve.”
The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. You can feel it in the air—these two babes, slick with baby oil, their abs shimmering under the lights. Every guy in the crowd has his eyes glued to the ring, and let’s be honest, they’re not just here for the punches.
Round 1:
Olivia:
Olivia wins the coin toss. She smirks, ready to make Alexis pay for last time. Alexis steps up, hands gripping the rope above her head, her abs tight, braced for impact. You can see her muscles ripple under that tight red bikini. This is it—the moment Olivia’s been waiting for.
Olivia steps in, but she’s not rushing. She takes her time, throwing her first punch—tap—just a light jab. Not much force behind it, but it keeps Alexis on edge. Ren’s abs stay tight, her breath slow and controlled. Olivia steps back, and waits the full 30 seconds, making sure Alexis feels every second of the tension, forcing her to keep those muscles clenched.
The second punch, another light one. It taps Ren’s belly, barely a hit, but that doesn’t matter. Olivia’s playing the long game. She’s making Alexis burn up energy, tightening and holding, waiting for the real hit.
Then, it comes. Olivia winds up for the third punch. She’s done playing. She torques her shoulder, putting all 120 lbs into this one. WHAM! Her fist smashes into Ren’s belly button, sinking deep into those toned abs. Alexis’ mouth flies open—“Ooooooof!”—she doubles over, winded, gasping for air. The crowd leans in, expecting her to drop, hoping Olivia's about to take the win.
But Ren’s too tough for that. She bends over, her abs screaming, but she stays on her feet, groaning, recovering. Olivia steps back, frustrated, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She wanted that punch to end it.
Alexis:
Now it’s Ren’s turn.
Alexis grips the rope again, her eyes locked on Olivia, a predator about to strike. Olivia’s standing there, abs tensed, but everyone can see it—she’s scared. Last time, Alexis wrecked her, and left her sobbing on the floor, and that memory is burned into Olivia’s brain.
Ren’s first punch? A feint. She fakes a jab, making Olivia flinch, her body twitching in reflex. The crowd can see it—Olivia’s tough talk doesn’t match the fear in her eyes.
Then Alexis goes in. Her second punch is brutal—BAM! It slams into Olivia’s unflexed stomach, right below the ribs. Olivia’s leg shoots up as she moans—“Guuuuuuh!”—a loud, humiliating groan that echoes through the room. The crowd eats it up. Alexis grins. She’s got her right where she wants her.
For the third punch, Ren doesn’t hold back. She steps in and drives her fist right into Olivia’s gut, so deep it’s like her knuckles are trying to meet Olivia’s spine. Olivia’s eyes go wide—“OOOOOOH!”—the air knocked clean out of her. She can’t hold on. She lets go of the rope, dropping to her knees like a sack of bricks.
The crowd roars. Ren steps back, hands on her hips, smirking down at Olivia as she gasps on the floor, clutching her belly.
Bonus punch:
"Ha! I get to hit her again, right?" Alexis smirks, barely hiding her excitement. The ref nods, and Alexis doesn’t waste a second. She grabs a fistful of Olivia’s slick hair, yanking her to her feet like she’s dragging a ragdoll. Olivia stumbles, gasping, barely able to stand.
“W-Wait…” Olivia weakly protests, her voice almost a whimper, but Alexis isn’t listening. She’s too busy getting ready to dish out more punishment.
As soon as Olivia’s hands are back on the rope, Alexis steps in, winding up like she’s swinging for a home run. BAM! Her fist slams into Olivia’s belly—dead center—hard and fast. The sound is thick, and meaty, like someone just took a sledgehammer to a watermelon. "Oof!" The breath explodes out of Olivia.
She can’t even scream this time. All she can manage is a guttural grunt, body shaking, eyes wide in shock. You can tell she’s completely winded, with no air left in her lungs. Her legs buckle, but she’s smart. She’s wrapped her wrist around the rope, desperately trying to stay on her feet.
It’s brutal—no other way to put it. Watching Alexis beat the air out of this girl, punch after punch, feels wrong. But damn, it’s hard to look away.
Round 2:
Olivia:
Olivia steps in and BAM! A stiff cross slams into Alexis’s belly. The punch lands right in the center of those perfect abs, and the impact sends a shock through Alexis’s whole body. “Eeeeek!” She lets out this high-pitched, girly squeal, the kind that’s way too embarrassing for someone as tough as her. Her body jerks forward, eyes wide in surprise, but she holds it together, gritting her teeth.
Olivia, feeling the momentum now, takes her time. She waits until the last possible second, watching Alexis struggle to recover, every muscle still clenched from the last hit. Then, Olivia throws a feint! Alexis flinches hard, her whole body tensing up, expecting the blow that never comes. Her face twists into pure fury—she just wasted all that energy tightening up for nothing. Olivia’s smirk says it all.
Just when Alexis starts to breathe again, relaxing a little, WHAM! Olivia drives a brutal uppercut into her gut, so deep it looks like she’s trying to break through to the other side. Alexis’s body folds over the fist, her knees buckle, and for a second, it looks like she’s going down. But she clings to the rope for dear life, her legs wobbling like cooked spaghetti, barely managing to stay upright. She swings there, gasping, eyes glazed over like she just got hit by a truck.
Alexis:
Alexis Ren is struggling to stand. Her abs are bruised, and the pain is written all over her face. She’s leaning on the rope, every breath shaky. It’s her turn to hit, but she’s moving slower, clearly in pain. Olivia, on the other hand, looks ready to take whatever Ren’s got left.
Alexis pulls her fist back and swings, her knuckles landing with a dull thud against Olivia’s abs. Ponton grunts—“Ugh!”—the sound low and guttural. She bites her lip, refusing to show any more weakness, but the impact clearly gets to her, her body stiffening as the punch digs in.
Alexis keeps her pace steady, not letting up, even though it’s obvious she’s hurting. BAM! Another hit, square in the stomach. Olivia grunts again—“Ughh!”—a tear sliding down her cheek, but she doesn’t break. She just stares at Ren, eyes locked, as if to say, “Is that all you’ve got?” Alexis notices the tear, though, and it gives her the smallest bit of satisfaction.
Ren’s third punch is just as consistent, but the damage is piling up. It lands solid, right in Olivia’s gut, driving the air out of her. “Ooooooohhh!” Ponton lets out a deep moan, her whole body quivering as the pain washes over her. She doubles over slightly, arms trembling as they grip the rope for support. It hurts like hell, but she’s not going down. Not today.
Round 3:
Olivia
Round 3 kicks off, and Olivia’s starting to get crafty. She’s not just swinging for the fences; she’s playing the long game, making Alexis burn up every ounce of energy she’s got left. Ren’s still hurting, still winded, and Olivia’s got a grin on her face like she knows it’s only a matter of time.
Olivia throws a medium punch, landing right on Alexis’s abs with a thump. Nothing too serious, just enough to make Ren brace herself. It doesn’t do much damage, but that’s the point—she’s making Alexis tighten up, wasting her strength, forcing her to hold that tension. Alexis grimaces, her body jerking slightly, but she holds on.
Then, Olivia steps in and drives a hard cross into Ren’s belly. BAM! The impact is nasty, and you can hear Alexis gasp for air—“Ooooof!”—her mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut. She lets out this high-pitched squeak, and you know that one hurt. The crowd’s eating up these girly sounds, and honestly, so am I. There’s something about these tough-as-nails girls making those little grunts and moans that just works.
Without giving Ren any time to recover, Olivia follows up with a quick left hook, swinging hard into Alexis’s gut. WHAM! It lands with a sickening thud, right under the ribs, and Alexis’s body bends forward like she’s been hit with a sledgehammer. “Mmmmmmph!” Ren lets out this ridiculous moan, deep and loud, like an elephant seal caught in a trap. Her face twists in agony, her legs wobble, and for a second, it looks like she might lose it, but she manages to stay on her feet.
“Oh, that looked painful!” Someone in the crowd shouts, and damn right, it did. Olivia’s on fire, but Ren’s not going down that easy.
Alexis:
Alexis swings low, her fist crashing into Olivia’s stomach, just below the belly button. THUD! Olivia’s body jerks upward like she’s been electrocuted, her bare feet kicking out instinctively, toes curling from the shock. She’s practically on her tiptoes, the pain shooting through her body, and a sharp, high-pitched grunt escapes her lips—“Oooooh!”
Ren doesn’t wait. She drives another punch low, right into the same spot. WHAM! Olivia lets go of the rope, her legs buckling under her, a look of pure shock crossing her face. Alexis grins as the Ref calls for the bonus punch.
Alexis grabs Olivia’s wrist, twisting it behind her back and pinning her in place. But she’s not done. She leans in, grabs Olivia firmly behind the neck,, and plants a deep, aggressive kiss right on her lips. Olivia’s eyes go wide, stunned, completely caught off guard.
And while still in the kiss, Ren pulls her arm back. WHAM! A hard punch to the solar plexus, dead center, forcing all the air out of Olivia’s body. Olivia’s body jerks, her knees wobbling as she tries to stay upright, but the kiss keeps her anchored, keeps her from falling. She leans into it, helpless, her body folding into Ren’s, and lets out a muffled scream—“Mmmmphhhh!”—as Alexis holds onto her, the kiss devouring all the air in her lungs, making her body go limp.
The crowd goes nuts. Damn, that was hot.
Alexis wipes the kiss off Olivia’s lips with the back of her hand, grinning as if she owns her. Olivia’s still standing, but barely, her legs trembling, and her eyes are glazed over, like she’s somewhere between shock and disbelief. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks—the last punch was a bonus, and Alexis is still entitled to one more.
You can practically see Olivia dying inside. Her body sags slightly, her grip on the rope tightening with desperation. She knows what’s coming, and there’s nothing she can do about it.
Ren doesn’t waste any time. She winds up, pulling her fist back, and drives it straight into Olivia’s gut with brutal force. THUD! The sound echoes through the room as Olivia’s body folds forward, like someone just knocked the wind out of her with a sledgehammer. “Wheeeeze!” Olivia lets out a breathless, high-pitched gasp, her body instinctively curling to protect herself, but it’s too late. The damage is done.
Her knees buckle, and one arm drops limp by her side, but somehow, somehow, she manages to hold onto the rope with her other hand, clutching it like her life depends on it. She’s gasping for air, barely able to stand, but she’s still upright, even if it’s by the thinnest thread of willpower.
Round 4:
Olivia
The atmosphere in the ring has completely shifted. Alexis Ren, who was once dominating the match, now stands hurt with her smug grin gone Olivia Ponton knows this is her shot—one more chance to make Ren pay for humiliating her before. And damn, she's going to make it count.
Olivia takes her time again, letting the tension build as the crowd watches, eyes glued to every second. Ren's on edge, expecting another feint, bracing herself for nothing—but then—WHAM! Olivia unleashes all her power into one full-force punch, driving her fist deep into Ren's stomach. “Hoooog!” Alexis moans, her voice cracking as she barely clings to the rope. She’s bent over, gasping for air, struggling to stay on her feet.
Not giving Ren a second to recover, Olivia quickly steps in again. BAM! The punch lands right in the middle of Ren’s already tender belly, lifting her up onto her toes. The crowd gasps as Ren’s body jolts upward like she’s been hit by a truck, her feet momentarily off the canvas.
Oh no, not again! Olivia slams an uppercut straight into Alexis’s gut, this one even harder than the last. It’s like she just ate the last taco and someone’s coming for revenge. Ren’s eyes go wide, her whole body convulses, and she lets out a choked “Guuuuhhh!” She’s done. She lets go of the rope, and her body crumples, falling face-first onto the canvas, hitting it with a solid thud.
The ref steps in. "Bonus punch!" The crowd goes wild. Olivia looks like a cat who just caught a mouse, and she’s about to play with her prey. She grabs Alexis by the hair, dragging her up to her feet. Ren weakly protests, but it’s no use. Olivia shoves her hated rival into the corner, like a ragdoll being positioned for more torture.
Olivia takes a few steps back, her eyes locked on Alexis, who’s too weak to fight back. Then, with a running start, Olivia leads with her knee. SMASH! Her bare knee drives deep into Ren’s stomach, sinking in hard as Alexis howls in pain. “Uuuuuhhhhhh!” The crowd roars. Ren’s body folds around Olivia’s knee, and the impact is brutal. You can see it in her face—the pain, the shock. She’s barely hanging on.
Alexis drops to her knees again, but the ref calls for another bonus punch. This is getting rough to watch, even for the bloodthirsty crowd.
Olivia steps back, measuring her next move, before charging in again. Another knee slams into Alexis’s gut. WHAM! Ren folds completely around it, her face twisted in agony, eyes squeezed shut. Olivia doesn’t let her fall this time. She keeps her enemy upright, her body shaking from the hits, gasping for breath.
Instead of going for another punch, Olivia decides it’s time for some real humiliation. She grabs hold of the neckline of Alexis’s prized “Made in Brooklyn” tee. Ren’s weak protests don’t stand a chance. With a vicious yank, Olivia tears the shirt straight down the middle—RIIIIP!—exposing Alexis’s chest to the crowd. The place erupts in cheers as Ren’s 33B breasts bounce free, no longer hidden by the fabric. Olivia smirks, making sure everyone gets a long, satisfying look at Alexis Ren—a legit Swimsuit Issue model at her absolute peak—before dragging her half-naked body back into the fight.
Damn, Alexis has one hell of a body!
Alexis:
Alexis, humiliated, stands in the ring, her chest bare and her face burning with a mix of rage and embarrassment. She glares at Olivia, eyes full of fury. “I’m really going to kick your ass now, Ponton!” she snarls, fists tightening. You can feel the shift—Alexis is done playing.
Ren steps in, throwing all of her weight behind the punch. WHAM! Her fist crashes into Olivia’s belly, right above the navel. Ponton’s cocky smile disappears in an instant. Her eyes slam shut, mouth falling slack as a long, guttural moan of agony escapes her—“Uuuuuhhhhhhh!” Her body curls inward, reflexively trying to protect itself, but it’s too late. Ren nailed her, and the pain is written all over Olivia’s face.
Alexis takes her time. She’s enjoying this. She waits, letting the seconds drag out, almost pushing the limit before she throws her next punch. Olivia’s gasping, trying to suck in air, but Ren steps in and slams another fist right into her gut. BAM! “Hoof!” The sound is thick, like the wind’s been knocked out of her all over again. The only reason Olivia’s still standing is because she’s got her arms tangled up in the rope above her head, barely holding herself upright.
Even with that, Ren’s third punch almost finishes her off. THUD! Olivia’s body jerks forward as Alexis drives her fist deep into her stomach. “Oooooh!” The sound that comes out of Ponton is almost pitiful, like a wounded animal. Her knees buckle, and for a second, it looks like she’s going down. But somehow, she stays up, legs shaking, clinging to the rope.
Seriously, how are these two soft skinny, girls still doing this?
Round 5:
Alexis is barely hanging on, hands gripping the rope above her head like it's the only thing keeping her from collapsing to the floor. Her once-proud chest now bare and exposed, her belly swollen and red from the relentless beating. Sweat and oil drip off her shiny skin, her breath labored, her body shaking. But she glares at Olivia through narrowed eyes, still trying to hold onto some shred of defiance.
Olivia:
“Do your worst, Ponton,” Alexis spits, though there’s no hiding how much pain she’s in. She looks beaten, barely able to stand, but she’s still standing. Olivia, slick with sweat and confidence, steps forward, ready to end this.
Olivia isn’t holding back anymore. She twists her whole body, using every ounce of her weight to launch a brutal uppercut right under Ren’s ribs. WHAM! The punch sinks deep, Alexis’s entire body jerking forward. “Uuuuuhhhhh!” Ren moans pitifully, the sound barely a breath as she hunches over, her eyes fluttering in pain. She’s barely conscious, hanging onto that rope like her life depends on it.
Alexis looks like she’s about to pass out, her eyes rolling back, but she’s still gripping the rope, which means she’s still fair game. Olivia steps in again, this time delivering a solid, digging uppercut straight into the center of Ren’s gut. THUD! Ren’s eyes snap open wide, her jaw hanging slack as she gasps for air that just isn’t coming. Her body convulses, the pain overwhelming her. She’s done—she can’t take anymore. Her grip on the rope loosens, her hands slipping as her knees give out, and she crumples to the ground in a heap.
The ref steps in, calling it. Third fall. Ren’s done. And honestly, she wasn’t getting back up anyway.
But Olivia’s not finished. She crouches down next to Alexis, whispering with a smirk, “Per the rules, a fall’s a fall, and I’m entitled to my bonus punches.”
Alexis, barely able to lift her head, weakly begs, “Please… leave me alone…” Her voice is nothing more than a breathless whimper, but Olivia’s having none of it.
Olivia pulls Alexis to her feet, locking her arms in a brutal Goldberg-style double armlock, pinning her tight. She drives her knee up—BAM!—straight into Ren’s gut. Alexis folds around it, gasping, her body collapsing again as she falls to the floor like a ragdoll.
Olivia grabs a fistful of Alexis’s hair, forcing her back up, her body limp and broken. With a malicious grin, she winds up and delivers a Galatea-style belly punch, driving her fist deep into Ren’s stomach. WHAM! Alexis’s body folds in half, her breath catching in her throat as she crumples to the floor again, moaning.
Alexis is crying now, her body completely wrecked, lost in the pain. She rolls onto her knees, sobbing, barely able to comprehend what’s happening. Olivia steps back, sizing up her shot like she’s about to make a field goal, and then BAM!—her foot slams into Ren’s gut like she’s kicking a soccer ball. Alexis lifts off the ground, her body folding tightly around the impact, her cries of pain turning into a long, broken moan as she curls up on the canvas, utterly defeated. “Oooooh!”
After
“Stay down, Ren!” She snarls through gritted teeth, ignoring the referee’s shouts. Alexis curls on the mat, gasping for air, arms wrapped around her gut, trying to protect herself from the onslaught. Wham! Olivia’s fist connects again, a brutal hook to the ribs.
Alexis’s stablemates—Madison Beer and Nell Tiger Free—explode from their seats, rushing the ring.
“Get off her, b*tch!” Madison screams, sliding under the ropes, hands clawed. Olivia smirks, turning slowly, stepping away from Alexis’s crumpled form. Just as Madison lunges, she sidesteps, driving a knee up into her gut. Oomph! The brunette folds, but Nell’s already charging in with a wild slap.
“You’re dead meat, Ponton!” she hisses, aiming for Olivia’s face. The hit lands, snapping Olivia’s head to the side.
The FFC stable—Ellie Thumann, Katie Austin, and Livvy Dunne—is up, shouting, barreling toward the ring.
“Like hell you’re jumping her!” Livvy growls, vaulting over the ropes. She’s on Nell in an instant, hair flying as they grapple. Katie drags Madison off, both girls twisting and kicking, nails digging into each other’s flesh.
Olivia wipes blood from her lip and grins. “That all you got, Free?”
Another slap, but Olivia ducks, grabbing Nell’s shirt and yanking hard. Fabric tears, buttons flying. Nell screams, twisting, but Livvy’s on her, locking her in a headlock, forcing her down.
Madison’s back up, grabbing Livvy by the hair and yanking. Rip! Livvy shrieks as her top comes off, arms flailing. Two of Alexis’s backup jump her, dragging her down, fists hammering.
“Get off!” Katie’s there, pulling at limbs, kicking. But it’s chaos—too many bodies, too many hands. Someone’s fist catches her in the mouth, snapping her head back. She stumbles, spit and blood flying.
“Livvy! Katie!” Ellie shouts, trying to wade through the mess. Too slow—one of Alexis’s girls has Livvy pinned, wrenching her arm behind her back. Livvy’s screams mix with sobs as a boot digs into her spine.
Wham! A kick catches Katie in the stomach, folding her.
Olivia’s still fighting Nell, both half-stripped, hair tangled, clawing and spitting. “Back off!” She slams a fist into Nell’s belly, the redhead choking, dropping to her knees.
“ENOUGH!” A ref’s voice, lost in the din. No one listens.
The FFC girls are outnumbered, surrounded. Katie’s flat on her back, Madison straddling her, fists pounding her ribs. Livvy’s shirtless, pinned. Ellie’s trying, failing to hold off three attackers at once.
“Pull back!” Olivia roars, chest heaving. She grabs Livvy, dragging her to her feet. “Retreat!” She shoves Ellie toward the ropes.
They scramble, clawing and stumbling, Alexis’s stable hot on their heels.
“You’re gonna pay for this!” Madison screams after them, face flushed, wild.
The FFC girls half-fall, half-jump out of the ring, backing away as the other side surges forward.
“Yeah, well,” Olivia grins, wiping blood from her lip. “Next time, try to win first.”