Post by Queens of Absolution on Oct 7, 2024 21:31:59 GMT -6
Requiem PPV: Anne Winters vs Ariana Grande
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Anne Winters:
(30, 5’3”, 116lbs, 0:0 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Ariana Grande:
(35, 5’0”, 112lbs, 26:9 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)
BEFORE:
Anne Winters strode confidently down the ramp, a fierce warrior entering the battleground, her red boxing gear hugging every inch of her sculpted physique. Her long, toned abs rippled with each determined step, like a coiled spring ready to unleash power at any moment. The lights above flickered in electric hues of Queens Purple and Queens Blue, highlighting her strength and elegance as they danced across her skin, making her look like a goddess of combat. The audience erupted into a thunderous chant of her name, their energy electrifying the arena, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still—everyone captivated by her undeniable presence.
As she drew closer to the ring, Anne's piercing gaze locked onto Ariana, simmering with intensity and an unyielding determination. Anne's wavy blonde hair framed her face like a halo of fury, cascading down her shoulders with a ferocious beauty that screamed power. Each wave glimmered under the blinding lights, a wild mane that seemed to have its own pulse, perfectly complementing the fierce intensity of her expression. Strands whipped around her face, a chaos of golden locks that only amplified her warrior-like aura. It was as if the very essence of her determination was woven into every curl, making it clear that she was not just a fighter; she was a force of nature ready to unleash absolute chaos in the ring. Her muscular legs, resembling the very definition of athleticism, propelled her forward with an unstoppable grace. The athletic cut of her outfit accentuated her powerful thighs, showcasing the hours she spent training with unbridled ferocity. She was more than just a fighter; she was a force of nature, ready to unleash the storm within.
Inside the ring, Anne Winters was a vision of fury and focus, her aura radiating a primal energy that demanded respect. The crowd was enraptured, eyes glued to her as she bounced lightly on her feet, radiating confidence and sheer power. Every muscle was honed to perfection, a testament to her rigorous training and relentless spirit. With every breath she took, you could feel the anticipation in the air, a prelude to the explosive showdown ahead. As her green eyes narrowed, locked onto Ariana, it was clear—this was more than just a match; it was a battle for glory, survival, and supremacy that was about to set SoFi Stadium ablaze.
Ariana Grande stood in the ring like a fierce whirlwind, her trademark style translating into an unbeatable fighting spirit. Clad in shimmering black and hot pink boxing gear that hugged her every curve, she looked like a dynamo ready to explode. The tight-fitting top showcased her toned arms, each muscle sculpted and ready for action, while her high-waisted shorts accentuated those powerful legs, which were no strangers to hard-hitting drills. Every inch of her outfit gleamed under the arena lights, adding an electrifying edge that screamed confidence and defiance. Her long, flowing ponytail whipped behind her like a banner of tenacity, defying gravity as she adjusted her stance with a playful ease that contrasted starkly with the simmering intensity in her eyes. Those signature doe-like brown eyes burned with a fierce determination, glinting with the hunger for victory, while her perfectly manicured fists were gloved tightly, ready to deliver impact in a whirlwind of precision. It was as if she were a sleek, fierce feline, poised to pounce and unleash a chaotic barrage that would challenge everything Anne Winters had built.
However, with Anne Winters standing a towering three inches taller, the advantage was as clear as day, and you could practically feel the electrifying buzz of anticipation ripple through the audience. The crowd erupted in a cacophony of cheers and roars, with fans unabashedly rallying behind the unstoppable force that was Anne! People were practically losing their minds, chanting her name like a mantra amidst the drama unfolding before their eyes. You could see it in their wild expressions—every person in that stadium knew what they were witnessing, and the height difference only fueled the fire of their collective hysteria. As the adrenaline surged, it felt like Anne’s height wasn’t just a physical advantage; it was a towering symbol of dominance, making Ariana’s battle seem like a daring, if not reckless, challenge. The stakes were absurdly high, and it was clear the audience was ready to witness a brawl of legendary proportions!
Round 01:
The moment the bell rang, it was like a switch flipped—Anne Winters surged forward with the ferocity of a lion hungry for its prey. She didn’t just step into the ring; she stormed in, eyes locked and ready to wreak havoc on Ariana Grande's face from the get-go. With a swift and brutal jab, she connected with Ariana's nose, sending a shower of crimson splattering against the canvas—a sickening crunch echoed through the arena, and the crowd gasped collectively, their roars swelling with excitement and disbelief. Ariana staggered back, shock crashing over her as she struggled to recover, tears brimming in her doe-like eyes.
But don’t count Ariana out! Fueled by adrenaline and sheer determination, she retaliated, plunging a fist directly into Anne's rock-hard abs. The impact rattled the blonde, who momentarily lost her footing as they grappled, each fighter refusing to yield to the other. It took the referee's forceful intervention to break them apart, but the taste of blood and urgency filled the air.
Once freed, Anne unleashed her fury with a series of merciless punches aimed at Ariana’s vulnerable midsection. Each hit lifted the brunette off the canvas like a rag doll, her breath escaping in sharp gasps as the blows landed with bone-crushing precision. The crowd was on their feet, hollering in a frenzy, completely captivated by the brutal display of athleticism. With a final wind-up, Anne swung a haymaker that connected squarely with Ariana's right cheek, sending the pop star sprawling across the ring like a fallen star just as the bell rang to end the round. The audience erupted, their cheers echoing through SoFi Stadium, a chaotic symphony of awe as Anne emerged from the fray, having conquered the round with raw power and relentless aggression.
Round 02:
As the bell rang for round two, the atmosphere inside SoFi Stadium crackled with anticipation. It was clear that Ariana Grande wasn’t about to lie down and take another beating; she was ready to throw down and show the world the fierce fighter hiding behind the pop star glam! With a renewed sense of purpose, she bobbed and weaved, her slender frame moving like a shadow dancing around its prey. Anne, still riding high from her first round triumph, immediately adopted a defensive stance, bringing her gloves up to shield her midsection, an instinctive reaction to the pounding she'd just endured.
Ariana launched herself forward with a flurry of jabs aimed directly at Anne’s abs, her fists like lightning striking the giant’s core. “You want to dance? Let’s make this a real party!” she seemed to shout with each blow. She darted in and out, throwing crisp combinations that landed with alarming precision. With every jab and cross, she targeted the vulnerable area, a punishing barrage that had Anne grunting under the pressure. She was determined to turn the tables, and the crowd felt the shift in energy as they roared their support, urging the underdog on.
Anne, eyes wide with surprise, redirected her focus to defense, leaning back and pivoting to evade the onslaught. But Ariana was relentless! She slipped a powerful right hook to Anne’s side that sounded like a cannon going off—BOOM! The impact left Anne momentarily stunned, reeling back as the brunette pressed her advantage. A series of quick body shots followed, each one punctuated by the sickening sound of gloves connecting with flesh. The crowd gasped and cheered as Anne’s abs absorbed the punishing blows, desperate to absorb the pain and stay on her feet.
With the clock ticking down, it became a brawl for survival. Anne’s towering frame was beginning to wilt under the pressure, her guard slipping ever so slightly as she struggled to fend off Ariana's lightning-fast strikes. The pop star capitalized on every opening, landing a vicious uppercut that left Anne gasping, the force of it visible in her widened eyes. But just as victory seemed within reach, Anne regained her composure, shuffling back into a defensive position. The tension in the air was palpable—both fighters aware that this round was up for grabs!
As the final seconds ticked away, Ariana unleashed a final rapid-fire combo that sent shockwaves through the arena. Each punch was a promise of victory, and with a heart-pounding finish, she stepped back just as the bell rang, the tension hanging thick as a fog. The referee stepped in, ready to tally the scores, and the audience erupted, their cheers a chaotic blend of disbelief and excitement. While Anne still had the physical edge, Ariana’s ferocity had shifted the balance slightly in her favor, leaving the judges to deliberate over who had won this nail-biting round.
.
Round 03:
As the bell rang for round three, the energy in SoFi Stadium exploded like a firework in the night sky! Ariana stepped out with a cocky confidence that radiated through the ring. She was no longer just the pop star; she was a fierce contender with a desire for victory burning brighter than ever! Fueled by the high of her previous round, she advanced towards Anne with a wild intensity, her fists dancing like a swarm of angry bees.
Anne, still reeling from that unexpected onslaught, looked shaken. She tried to shake off the fear gnawing at her, but Ariana was a relentless hurricane, swirling around her with jabs that landed like stinging raindrops, each one a reminder of her newfound power. “Can you keep up?” Ariana taunted, her voice dripping with bravado as she quickly darted left, then right, slamming a straight left into Anne’s abdomen that visibly knocked the wind out of her. The crowd roared in approval, whirring with electric energy as they sensed the tide turning.
The brunette wasn’t just throwing punches—she was throwing a party, celebrating her resilience with every combination that snapped against Anne’s guard! With a dazzling footwork display that left her adversary guessing, Ariana feinted left, then unleashed a perfect uppercut that shot straight through Anne’s defences like a hot knife through butter. The audience gasped in thrill as Anne's head snapped back, the impact reverberating around the arena. “What’s the matter, babe? Can’t handle a little heat?” Ariana smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief and ferocity.
With every strike, it felt like Ariana was reading Anne's mind, anticipating her every move before it even happened. Anne tried to set up a counter, but it was like trying to catch smoke with bare hands—Ariana was already one step ahead! She slipped in and out of reach, mixing in hooks and jabs, her fists flowing like water as she painted a masterpiece of dominance on the canvas. The crowd was on fire, chanting her name, drowning in the sheer spectacle!
As the round progressed, Anne’s resolve began to wilt under the relentless barrage. Beads of sweat cascaded down her face as she struggled to keep her guard intact. Ariana, riding the wave of momentum, seized every opening and unfurled an explosive combination: a left jab followed by a wicked right cross that had Anne wobbling like a marionette with cut strings. The pop star wasn’t finished yet; she roared forward with a flurry of shots, each punch more desperate than the last, and the referee was on high alert, ready to step in at any moment.
By the time the bell rang to signal the end of the round, it was clear: Ariana had laid down an undeniable claim to victory, the judges scribbling down scores that would surely reflect her dominance! She beamed at the audience, who erupted in thunderous applause, their energy washing over her like a tidal wave. It wasn’t just a round won; it was a statement that the throne was hers for the taking!
Round 04:
As the bell blared for round four, you could feel the air crackling like electricity, tension thick enough to cut through. Anne, with her green eyes blazing with determination, stood tall, no longer dazed from the previous rounds. This time, she had no intention of letting Ariana take the lead; she was coming out swinging, and you better believe it was going to hurt. “Ready for a real fight, sweetheart? Let’s see if you can handle my heat now!” she shouted, the venom in her voice as sharp as the punches she was about to unleash.
Ariana had barely settled into her stance before Anne lunged forward, her fists a blur as she unleashed a relentless barrage aimed squarely at the pop star’s midsection. Left hook, right uppercut—she wasn’t just playing; she was targeting the organs with precision, looking to sap the strength right out of Ariana! The thuds of her punches echoed through the arena like thunder, each connection a statement of intent, sending shockwaves through Ariana’s frame. “You thought you could dance around me, huh? Time to show you what real power feels like!” Anne growled, her words laced with fury as she pushed forward.
At the two-minute mark, the moment arrived—a vicious right cross connected flush against Ariana's jaw, and it was lights out, folks! The arena held its breath as the brunette staggered back, eyes rolling, before collapsing onto the canvas with a thud that resonated with finality. Silence hung in the air for a fraction of a second before the rowdy crowd erupted—Ariana was down, and not just momentarily; she was struggling to get back up. Anne stood over her, chest heaving, a fierce glint in her eyes. “Get up, diva! This isn’t a concert—it’s a boxing match!”
The referee began the count, but it was all for show at this point. Anne had turned the tables with brutal ferocity, proving she was no longer the underdog but a colossal force in the ring. With her head held high and a victorious smirk plastered across her face, Anne embraced the deafening roar of the crowd, who had witnessed the transformation of a fighter unyieldingly determined to claim victory at any cost. She had learned her lesson, and oh, was she making it count!
Official Decision: Anne Winters defeats Ariana Grande via KO 4!
AFTER:
As the referee’s hand shot up into the air, it was as if the entirety of the arena ignited. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, chanting Anne’s name like a battle cry, electrifying every inch of the space. But Anne wasn’t just basking in the glory; her eyes zeroed in on Ariana, who was still on the mat, tears streaming down her face, looking like a fallen star on a once-glorious stage. Ignoring the flurry of FFC medical staff scuttling around her, she strutted over with the confidence of a lioness who had just claimed her territory.
With a grim satisfaction, Anne grabbed a fistful of Ariana's hair, dragging her into the spotlight where the cameras flashed like lightning in a thunderstorm. “Look at this, everyone! The pop princess brought to her knees!” she shouted with a wicked grin. Ariana whimpered, desperately trying to shield herself, but there was no escape from Anne's iron grip. Pulling her up close, Anne locked her into a tight chokehold, her lips brushing against Ariana's ear. “I hope those are tears of joy. This is my debut after all!” she whispered, each word dripping with mockery—and the press went wild, snapping photos that would immortalize this brutal display.
As the flashes continued to pop around them, Anne relished the moment, squeezing tighter, her dominance a palpable force in the ring. “You thought you could outshine me? This stage belongs to me now!” she taunted, her voice twisting with a mixture of triumph and glee. With one swift motion, she hoisted Ariana off the ground, still choking her but also leaving no doubt as to who ran the show. A final sneer crossed her face before she tossed Ariana aside like yesterday’s trash, sending the pop star tumbling out of the ring in a cacophony of embarrassment. The roar of the audience was deafening, celebrating not just the victory but this newfound Queens' unapologetic reign over the canvas that had only moments ago been decorated with vibrant aspirations. The fight was over.
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Anne Winters:
(30, 5’3”, 116lbs, 0:0 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Ariana Grande:
(35, 5’0”, 112lbs, 26:9 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)
BEFORE:
Anne Winters strode confidently down the ramp, a fierce warrior entering the battleground, her red boxing gear hugging every inch of her sculpted physique. Her long, toned abs rippled with each determined step, like a coiled spring ready to unleash power at any moment. The lights above flickered in electric hues of Queens Purple and Queens Blue, highlighting her strength and elegance as they danced across her skin, making her look like a goddess of combat. The audience erupted into a thunderous chant of her name, their energy electrifying the arena, and for a moment, it felt like time stood still—everyone captivated by her undeniable presence.
As she drew closer to the ring, Anne's piercing gaze locked onto Ariana, simmering with intensity and an unyielding determination. Anne's wavy blonde hair framed her face like a halo of fury, cascading down her shoulders with a ferocious beauty that screamed power. Each wave glimmered under the blinding lights, a wild mane that seemed to have its own pulse, perfectly complementing the fierce intensity of her expression. Strands whipped around her face, a chaos of golden locks that only amplified her warrior-like aura. It was as if the very essence of her determination was woven into every curl, making it clear that she was not just a fighter; she was a force of nature ready to unleash absolute chaos in the ring. Her muscular legs, resembling the very definition of athleticism, propelled her forward with an unstoppable grace. The athletic cut of her outfit accentuated her powerful thighs, showcasing the hours she spent training with unbridled ferocity. She was more than just a fighter; she was a force of nature, ready to unleash the storm within.
Inside the ring, Anne Winters was a vision of fury and focus, her aura radiating a primal energy that demanded respect. The crowd was enraptured, eyes glued to her as she bounced lightly on her feet, radiating confidence and sheer power. Every muscle was honed to perfection, a testament to her rigorous training and relentless spirit. With every breath she took, you could feel the anticipation in the air, a prelude to the explosive showdown ahead. As her green eyes narrowed, locked onto Ariana, it was clear—this was more than just a match; it was a battle for glory, survival, and supremacy that was about to set SoFi Stadium ablaze.
Ariana Grande stood in the ring like a fierce whirlwind, her trademark style translating into an unbeatable fighting spirit. Clad in shimmering black and hot pink boxing gear that hugged her every curve, she looked like a dynamo ready to explode. The tight-fitting top showcased her toned arms, each muscle sculpted and ready for action, while her high-waisted shorts accentuated those powerful legs, which were no strangers to hard-hitting drills. Every inch of her outfit gleamed under the arena lights, adding an electrifying edge that screamed confidence and defiance. Her long, flowing ponytail whipped behind her like a banner of tenacity, defying gravity as she adjusted her stance with a playful ease that contrasted starkly with the simmering intensity in her eyes. Those signature doe-like brown eyes burned with a fierce determination, glinting with the hunger for victory, while her perfectly manicured fists were gloved tightly, ready to deliver impact in a whirlwind of precision. It was as if she were a sleek, fierce feline, poised to pounce and unleash a chaotic barrage that would challenge everything Anne Winters had built.
However, with Anne Winters standing a towering three inches taller, the advantage was as clear as day, and you could practically feel the electrifying buzz of anticipation ripple through the audience. The crowd erupted in a cacophony of cheers and roars, with fans unabashedly rallying behind the unstoppable force that was Anne! People were practically losing their minds, chanting her name like a mantra amidst the drama unfolding before their eyes. You could see it in their wild expressions—every person in that stadium knew what they were witnessing, and the height difference only fueled the fire of their collective hysteria. As the adrenaline surged, it felt like Anne’s height wasn’t just a physical advantage; it was a towering symbol of dominance, making Ariana’s battle seem like a daring, if not reckless, challenge. The stakes were absurdly high, and it was clear the audience was ready to witness a brawl of legendary proportions!
Round 01:
The moment the bell rang, it was like a switch flipped—Anne Winters surged forward with the ferocity of a lion hungry for its prey. She didn’t just step into the ring; she stormed in, eyes locked and ready to wreak havoc on Ariana Grande's face from the get-go. With a swift and brutal jab, she connected with Ariana's nose, sending a shower of crimson splattering against the canvas—a sickening crunch echoed through the arena, and the crowd gasped collectively, their roars swelling with excitement and disbelief. Ariana staggered back, shock crashing over her as she struggled to recover, tears brimming in her doe-like eyes.
But don’t count Ariana out! Fueled by adrenaline and sheer determination, she retaliated, plunging a fist directly into Anne's rock-hard abs. The impact rattled the blonde, who momentarily lost her footing as they grappled, each fighter refusing to yield to the other. It took the referee's forceful intervention to break them apart, but the taste of blood and urgency filled the air.
Once freed, Anne unleashed her fury with a series of merciless punches aimed at Ariana’s vulnerable midsection. Each hit lifted the brunette off the canvas like a rag doll, her breath escaping in sharp gasps as the blows landed with bone-crushing precision. The crowd was on their feet, hollering in a frenzy, completely captivated by the brutal display of athleticism. With a final wind-up, Anne swung a haymaker that connected squarely with Ariana's right cheek, sending the pop star sprawling across the ring like a fallen star just as the bell rang to end the round. The audience erupted, their cheers echoing through SoFi Stadium, a chaotic symphony of awe as Anne emerged from the fray, having conquered the round with raw power and relentless aggression.
Round 02:
As the bell rang for round two, the atmosphere inside SoFi Stadium crackled with anticipation. It was clear that Ariana Grande wasn’t about to lie down and take another beating; she was ready to throw down and show the world the fierce fighter hiding behind the pop star glam! With a renewed sense of purpose, she bobbed and weaved, her slender frame moving like a shadow dancing around its prey. Anne, still riding high from her first round triumph, immediately adopted a defensive stance, bringing her gloves up to shield her midsection, an instinctive reaction to the pounding she'd just endured.
Ariana launched herself forward with a flurry of jabs aimed directly at Anne’s abs, her fists like lightning striking the giant’s core. “You want to dance? Let’s make this a real party!” she seemed to shout with each blow. She darted in and out, throwing crisp combinations that landed with alarming precision. With every jab and cross, she targeted the vulnerable area, a punishing barrage that had Anne grunting under the pressure. She was determined to turn the tables, and the crowd felt the shift in energy as they roared their support, urging the underdog on.
Anne, eyes wide with surprise, redirected her focus to defense, leaning back and pivoting to evade the onslaught. But Ariana was relentless! She slipped a powerful right hook to Anne’s side that sounded like a cannon going off—BOOM! The impact left Anne momentarily stunned, reeling back as the brunette pressed her advantage. A series of quick body shots followed, each one punctuated by the sickening sound of gloves connecting with flesh. The crowd gasped and cheered as Anne’s abs absorbed the punishing blows, desperate to absorb the pain and stay on her feet.
With the clock ticking down, it became a brawl for survival. Anne’s towering frame was beginning to wilt under the pressure, her guard slipping ever so slightly as she struggled to fend off Ariana's lightning-fast strikes. The pop star capitalized on every opening, landing a vicious uppercut that left Anne gasping, the force of it visible in her widened eyes. But just as victory seemed within reach, Anne regained her composure, shuffling back into a defensive position. The tension in the air was palpable—both fighters aware that this round was up for grabs!
As the final seconds ticked away, Ariana unleashed a final rapid-fire combo that sent shockwaves through the arena. Each punch was a promise of victory, and with a heart-pounding finish, she stepped back just as the bell rang, the tension hanging thick as a fog. The referee stepped in, ready to tally the scores, and the audience erupted, their cheers a chaotic blend of disbelief and excitement. While Anne still had the physical edge, Ariana’s ferocity had shifted the balance slightly in her favor, leaving the judges to deliberate over who had won this nail-biting round.
.
Round 03:
As the bell rang for round three, the energy in SoFi Stadium exploded like a firework in the night sky! Ariana stepped out with a cocky confidence that radiated through the ring. She was no longer just the pop star; she was a fierce contender with a desire for victory burning brighter than ever! Fueled by the high of her previous round, she advanced towards Anne with a wild intensity, her fists dancing like a swarm of angry bees.
Anne, still reeling from that unexpected onslaught, looked shaken. She tried to shake off the fear gnawing at her, but Ariana was a relentless hurricane, swirling around her with jabs that landed like stinging raindrops, each one a reminder of her newfound power. “Can you keep up?” Ariana taunted, her voice dripping with bravado as she quickly darted left, then right, slamming a straight left into Anne’s abdomen that visibly knocked the wind out of her. The crowd roared in approval, whirring with electric energy as they sensed the tide turning.
The brunette wasn’t just throwing punches—she was throwing a party, celebrating her resilience with every combination that snapped against Anne’s guard! With a dazzling footwork display that left her adversary guessing, Ariana feinted left, then unleashed a perfect uppercut that shot straight through Anne’s defences like a hot knife through butter. The audience gasped in thrill as Anne's head snapped back, the impact reverberating around the arena. “What’s the matter, babe? Can’t handle a little heat?” Ariana smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief and ferocity.
With every strike, it felt like Ariana was reading Anne's mind, anticipating her every move before it even happened. Anne tried to set up a counter, but it was like trying to catch smoke with bare hands—Ariana was already one step ahead! She slipped in and out of reach, mixing in hooks and jabs, her fists flowing like water as she painted a masterpiece of dominance on the canvas. The crowd was on fire, chanting her name, drowning in the sheer spectacle!
As the round progressed, Anne’s resolve began to wilt under the relentless barrage. Beads of sweat cascaded down her face as she struggled to keep her guard intact. Ariana, riding the wave of momentum, seized every opening and unfurled an explosive combination: a left jab followed by a wicked right cross that had Anne wobbling like a marionette with cut strings. The pop star wasn’t finished yet; she roared forward with a flurry of shots, each punch more desperate than the last, and the referee was on high alert, ready to step in at any moment.
By the time the bell rang to signal the end of the round, it was clear: Ariana had laid down an undeniable claim to victory, the judges scribbling down scores that would surely reflect her dominance! She beamed at the audience, who erupted in thunderous applause, their energy washing over her like a tidal wave. It wasn’t just a round won; it was a statement that the throne was hers for the taking!
Round 04:
As the bell blared for round four, you could feel the air crackling like electricity, tension thick enough to cut through. Anne, with her green eyes blazing with determination, stood tall, no longer dazed from the previous rounds. This time, she had no intention of letting Ariana take the lead; she was coming out swinging, and you better believe it was going to hurt. “Ready for a real fight, sweetheart? Let’s see if you can handle my heat now!” she shouted, the venom in her voice as sharp as the punches she was about to unleash.
Ariana had barely settled into her stance before Anne lunged forward, her fists a blur as she unleashed a relentless barrage aimed squarely at the pop star’s midsection. Left hook, right uppercut—she wasn’t just playing; she was targeting the organs with precision, looking to sap the strength right out of Ariana! The thuds of her punches echoed through the arena like thunder, each connection a statement of intent, sending shockwaves through Ariana’s frame. “You thought you could dance around me, huh? Time to show you what real power feels like!” Anne growled, her words laced with fury as she pushed forward.
At the two-minute mark, the moment arrived—a vicious right cross connected flush against Ariana's jaw, and it was lights out, folks! The arena held its breath as the brunette staggered back, eyes rolling, before collapsing onto the canvas with a thud that resonated with finality. Silence hung in the air for a fraction of a second before the rowdy crowd erupted—Ariana was down, and not just momentarily; she was struggling to get back up. Anne stood over her, chest heaving, a fierce glint in her eyes. “Get up, diva! This isn’t a concert—it’s a boxing match!”
The referee began the count, but it was all for show at this point. Anne had turned the tables with brutal ferocity, proving she was no longer the underdog but a colossal force in the ring. With her head held high and a victorious smirk plastered across her face, Anne embraced the deafening roar of the crowd, who had witnessed the transformation of a fighter unyieldingly determined to claim victory at any cost. She had learned her lesson, and oh, was she making it count!
Official Decision: Anne Winters defeats Ariana Grande via KO 4!
AFTER:
As the referee’s hand shot up into the air, it was as if the entirety of the arena ignited. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, chanting Anne’s name like a battle cry, electrifying every inch of the space. But Anne wasn’t just basking in the glory; her eyes zeroed in on Ariana, who was still on the mat, tears streaming down her face, looking like a fallen star on a once-glorious stage. Ignoring the flurry of FFC medical staff scuttling around her, she strutted over with the confidence of a lioness who had just claimed her territory.
With a grim satisfaction, Anne grabbed a fistful of Ariana's hair, dragging her into the spotlight where the cameras flashed like lightning in a thunderstorm. “Look at this, everyone! The pop princess brought to her knees!” she shouted with a wicked grin. Ariana whimpered, desperately trying to shield herself, but there was no escape from Anne's iron grip. Pulling her up close, Anne locked her into a tight chokehold, her lips brushing against Ariana's ear. “I hope those are tears of joy. This is my debut after all!” she whispered, each word dripping with mockery—and the press went wild, snapping photos that would immortalize this brutal display.
As the flashes continued to pop around them, Anne relished the moment, squeezing tighter, her dominance a palpable force in the ring. “You thought you could outshine me? This stage belongs to me now!” she taunted, her voice twisting with a mixture of triumph and glee. With one swift motion, she hoisted Ariana off the ground, still choking her but also leaving no doubt as to who ran the show. A final sneer crossed her face before she tossed Ariana aside like yesterday’s trash, sending the pop star tumbling out of the ring in a cacophony of embarrassment. The roar of the audience was deafening, celebrating not just the victory but this newfound Queens' unapologetic reign over the canvas that had only moments ago been decorated with vibrant aspirations. The fight was over.