Post by Lookout! Boxing on Sept 28, 2024 1:12:58 GMT -6
Madison Beer vs. Ashley Benson
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
Madison:
(24, 5’5, 22:17 FCBA, VIXENs)
Ashley:
(34, 5’4, 26:42 FCBA, Pretty Little Punchers)
BEFORE:
Up next, the stage is set for Madison Beer and Ashley Benson to clash. The two fighters are coming into this bout with very different trajectories. The former is riding a wave of confidence after recent knockout victories over Brown and de Armas, while Benson is trying to bounce back after a tough 2023.
At the press conference, Madison leans into the microphone, her posture relaxed but her words cutting. “Look, Ashley’s been around for a while, and yeah, she’s fought some decent names. But her best days are behind her. I’ve been knocking out girls who are younger, faster, and stronger than her. After this, I’m just adding another notch to my win column.”
There’s a subtle but sharp smirk on her lips as she adds, “I mean, let’s be real. You lost to Sage and Holland? Come on. Those girls aren’t in my league, and neither are you, Ash.”
Beson, ever the competitor, isn't one to back down. “You might be on a streak, Madison, but you haven’t been through half of what I’ve fought. I’ve faced bigger challenges and tougher women than you could ever imagine. You got lucky against some of those girls.”
She shoots the Vixen a cold glance. “You think you’re better than me because you knocked out Maddison Brown? Sweetheart, she was a complete rookie, and I’ve been fighting at the top level for years. I’ve been through wars with some of the best, and I’m still standing.”
The two women step forward for the customary staredown, eyes locking in a silent but intense battle of wills. Madison, slightly taller and brimming with youthful confidence, stands toe-to-toe with the veteran Ashley, who’s determined to prove her staying power. The cameras flash as the two women press in close, their foreheads nearly touching. Ashley mutters something under her breath, causing Madison to smirk even wider. Neither fighter is willing to back down, and it takes the ring officials to separate them as they head off to prepare for fight night.
Hours later, Madison Beer is the first to enter the arena, the lights dimming as the sound of her entrance music—"Don't Start Now" by Dua Lipa—blasts through the arena. She steps out in a sleek black bikini top and white high-cut trunks, her toned abs glistening under the lights. She looks confident, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, as she basks in the crowd's cheers. Madison throws a few shadow punches, looking loose and relaxed as she heads to her corner.
Moments later, Ashley Benson makes her entrance to "Bad Reputation" by Joan Jett, a fitting anthem for the seasoned fighter looking to defy the odds. Dressed in a royal blue bikini top with matching shorts, the blonde walks in with a focused, no-nonsense expression. Her experience shows in the way she carries herself—calm, composed, but ready for battle. Her hair flows freely as she strides to the ring, throwing a steely glance towards Madison.
The referee goes over the rules one last time, reminding the women that this is a sanctioned fight, despite the heated rivalry that’s built up during the press conference. There’s a brief moment of silence as the two fighters stare each other down once more, the crowd hushed in anticipation.
Ashley breaks the silence with a final, muttered taunt. “Hope you’re ready to get humbled.”
And HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
Both women approach the center of the ring cautiously, but it’s clear neither intends to waste time. Beer begins the round with sharp jabs—pik, pik!—targeting Ashley’s head and chest. But the veteran stays calm, her gloves raised high, absorbing a few of the early shots as she moves in closer. Madison's speed is on display as she circles around, keeping her footwork light and snapping out quick, calculated punches. She lands a clean jab on Ashley's cheek, followed by a swift cross to the body—whap!—that lands flush. Benson grits her teeth, taking the hit and continuing to press forward. In the second minute, Ashley starts to get her own offense going, cutting off the ring and making it harder for the Vixen to dance around. She ducks under a hook from Madison and responds with a solid right hand to the ribs—thud!—forcing a grunt and step back, Beer shaking off the sting, but Ashley keeps up the pressure, pushing her toward the ropes with a couple of well-placed body shots. For a moment, it seems like Benson’s experience is tipping the scale, as she ties her up in a clinch, using her shoulder to push into her chest, wearing her down. But Madison stays composed, slipping out while landing a crisp uppercut to Ashley's stomach, knocking some air out of the older woman—hnngh! As the final seconds of the round tick away, Madison finishes strong, slipping a few punches and landing a sharp combination to the blonde’s head and body. Though neither fighter lands any devastating blows, her speed and precision are giving her the slight edge. The bell rings, and both women return to their corners, breathing heavily, but it's Beer who’s done just enough to take the first round on points. Ashley shoots her a cold glance as she wipes the sweat from her brow—this fight is just beginning.
Benson steps forward, knows she let the first round slip, and now, looks determined to show why her experience counts. She wastes no time, launching a stiff jab to the face—pop!—catching Beer off guard, then follows up with a hook to the ribs—thud!—this time targeting the upper sides of Madison’s torso, making her wince and retreat. Madison tries to get back into rhythm, snapping out jabs in retaliation, but Ashley's pressure allows her to duck under a right hook and digs another left hook into her ribs—crack!—forcing the brunette to further tighten her guard. The younger fighter grits her teeth, realizing that Benson is starting to find her spots, especially in these tighter exchanges. Midway through the round, Beer manages to create some distance, relying on her footwork to land a few solid jabs to the forehead—pik, pak!—but Ashley absorbs them, staying focused on her plan to break her down from the body up. Every time Madison tries to land a combination, she counters with sharp blows to the ribs and sides—whap, whap!—gradually sapping her own energy. In the final minute, Madison plants her feet and tries to push back, unleashing a one-two combination that catches her clean on the jaw, sending her stumbling for a second. But Ashley immediately regains her footing, showing her durability. She fires back with a punishing right hook to the side of the ribs—crack!—followed by a straight left to the midsection—whump!—forcing Beer to clinch in order to survive the round. The bell rings, and this time, it's Benson who has the upper hand, winning the round on points with her gritty body work and pressure.
Beer knows she needs to reclaim control of the fight. She bounces on her toes, her footwork more refined, darting in and out of range with ease. Her gloves are held high, protecting her chin, as she circles Ashley, looking for an opening. Her head bobs and weaves, avoiding the early jabs Benson throws to try and keep her at bay. Ashley tries to cut off the ring, stepping forward with short, purposeful steps, her guard up and ready. She throws a feint jab—hoping to draw Madison into a counter—but Beer is patient, using her reflexes to step back just in time, her eyes locked on her opponent’s midsection. With Ashley overcommitted, Madison sees her chance. She steps in quickly, snapping a quick left jab—pik!—to the nose, followed by a sharp right cross to her cheek—pak! Benson reels slightly, trying to close the distance to make it a more inside fight, but Madison’s footwork is making it difficult. The Vixen pivots on her lead foot, smoothly avoiding an incoming hook, and throws a well-timed jab to the ribs—thud!—before retreating. Each time Ashley tries to charge forward, Madison is a step ahead, using lateral movement to make Benson chase her around the ring. Midway through the round, Beer gets into her rhythm, slipping under another looping right and countering with a powerful uppercut to the side of her ribs—whump!—that jolts Benson’s torso. With Ashley momentarily stunned, Madison fires off a series of precise jabs to the head, followed by a textbook left hook that snaps the blonde’s head to the side with a crack! Benson’s defense is starting to crumble as she backs up against the ropes, her gloves high but her body exposed. Sensing weakness, Madison steps in closer, feinting a shot to the head that forces her guard up, before digging a brutal right hook into her side—thud!—followed by a left straight into her belly—whap! Benson grunts, her body momentarily folding from the impact, but she’s tough. She tries to fire back with an overhand right, but Madison deftly slips it, ducking low and pivoting around, showcasing her superior speed and technique. Beer keeps her gloves tight, weaving her head just out of range as she picks her moments to strike, her punches landing with more frequency. In the final moments of the round, Madison continues to press forward, hammering away with sharp combinations to the midsection, forcing her to backpedal. Ashley looks tired, her movements slowing, while the brunette singer’s remains sharp, stalking her prey. Finally, the bell rings, and it’s Beer who raises her gloves confidently, having dominated the round with precision footwork, defensive posturing, and well-timed counters.
ROUND 4:
Benson comes out with fire in her eyes, determined to make a statement, while Beer, still confident from her previous round, moves in to establish her jab again, but this time, the blonde has other plans. In the first exchange, Benson ducks low under one of Madison's jabs and fires a sudden haymaker over the top—CRACK!—it catches Beer flush on the jaw, sending her stumbling backward in shock! OUCH! Beer blinks, trying to regain her balance, but Benson barrels forward, throwing heavy punches with bad intentions, landing solid hooks to the ribs—whump, thud!—forcing the younger woman onto the back foot. Madison’s defense starts to falter, her arms coming up to guard her face as she gets hammered with body shots, each one sinking into her sides and forcing gasps from her lips.
Madison tries to use her footwork to escape, circling away, but Benson is right there, cutting off the ring with aggressive steps. She throws a stiff jab—pock!—that lands square off the forehead, snapping her head back. The Vixen tries to retaliate with a counter, but Benson blocks it easily and steps in again, driving another punishing right hand into the pit of her stomach—whap!—forcing her to double over in pain. The crowd senses the shift in momentum as Benson begins to dominate, pushing the younger fighter around the ring like a rag doll. Every time Madison tries to gather herself and fight back, she’s met with another hard shot to the body or a punishing cross to the jaw that sends her reeling once more.
With about thirty seconds left in the round, Madison finds herself trapped against the ropes, her arms up in a desperate attempt to shield her head. But Benson growls and steps in close, launching vicious uppercuts into her exposed tummy—whump, whump!—each punch digs deeper into her belly, causing her to buckle over repeatedly. The American blonde senses victory, her body pressed close against Madison’s as she rams her fists into the younger woman’s midsection! Beer grunts in agony with each hit, her body lurching forward into leather gloves, and the last few seconds of the round see poor Beer hunched over, struggling to catch her breath as one final uppercut is DRIVEN into her navel—whump!—forcing her to sag further into the ropes just as the bell rings. Ashley Benson straightens up, glaring down at her opponent as she heads back to her corner, her dominance in this round undeniable! She wins the round widely, having stunned and bullied her goe for nearly three minutes, leaving the younger fighter gasping for air and looking for answers.
Benson looks confident after her dominant previous round, and steps forward aggressively. She presses Beer hard in the first minute, throwing crisp combinations that force her to retreat. Another solid hook thuds off the ribs—whump!—and it’s followed with a stiff jab to the mouth—pak!—pushing Beer back toward the ropes. Madison, wincing from the body shots, knows she has to turn things around quickly. And as Benson tries to pin her down with more aggression, Beer tightens her guard and begins to slip and weave through the incoming punches. Then, with a sudden shift, she steps forward, ducking under a hook and counters with a nasty right uppercut that catches Ashley firm to her belly—whump!—forcing a deep, audible grunt from the older woman.
Official Result: Madison Beer defeats Ashley Benson via KO5!
AFTER:
Breathing heavily but with a victorious smirk on her face, Beer struts over to where Benson is still trying to regain her bearings on the canvas. Without hesitation, she grabs a handful of blonde hair, yanking her up to her knees.
Benson groans in protest, still dazed from the knockout, but Madison keeps her grip firm. She pulls Ashley’s face forward, forcing it against her braced waistline, her toned abs pressing into her flushed skin. The younger fighter raises one glove high in the air, striking a dominant pose for the cameras, her face glowing with pride as photographers capture the dominant moment.
"Looks like you're right where you belong, huh?" Madison taunts and shouts, as she keeps Benson pinned beneath her, mounting her body like a trophy. All around the arena, the crowd roars in approval, and she holds the pose just a little longer, savoring her victory.