5. Nicola Cavanis vs. Nina Agdal (Best-of-Seven #2)
Oct 12, 2024 18:55:35 GMT -6
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5. Nicola Cavanis vs. Nina Agdal (Best-of-Seven #2 - Beach Boxing)
Nicola:
(25, 5’9, 12:4 FCBA, Revolution Boxing)
Nina:
(31, 5’9, 121, 59:23 FCBA, VIXENs)
BEFORE:
The last fight in the event is set against the serene backdrop of Lacs de la Villette, a lake located within the Paris city limits. The tranquil waters shimmer in the fading evening light, providing a sharp contrast to the intensity that is about to erupt on the makeshift beach arena. A temporary boxing ring has been set up on the sandy shore, floodlights surrounding the ring to bring the fighters into sharp focus against the quiet surroundings. The small crowd, consisting of exclusive spectators, is buzzing with excitement, anticipating another fierce clash in this Best-of-Seven series.
Up first, Nicola Cavanis makes her way toward the ring.. Her bikini shimmers under the lights, metallic silver clinging to her sculpted physique. The Revolution Boxing fighter’s steps are deliberate, each one sinking lightly into the soft sand, while her team, huddled close behind, gives her a final few words of encouragement as she climbs through the ropes, her red boxing gloves already strapped on tight. She adjusts her high ponytail, her lips pursed as her eyes dart across the crowd, then lock onto the opposite end where her rival will soon emerge.
ROUND 1:
ROUND 3:
ROUND 4:
ROUND 5:
ROUND 6:
Official Result: Nicola Cavanis defeats Nina Agdal via KO6!
AFTER:
Then, she reaches down and grabs a fistful of Nina’s disheveled blonde hair, her fingers tangling in the damp strands as she hauls the groaning Dane slowly up to her knees. Nina’s eyes flutter open, her lips parted as she gasps for breath, her chin brushing against Nicola’s toned, sweaty midsection. Nicola pulls her even closer, forcing her face into her braced abs, making sure she feels the strength and power that had just bested her.
5. Nicola Cavanis vs. Nina Agdal (Best-of-Seven #2 - Beach Boxing)
Nicola:
(25, 5’9, 12:4 FCBA, Revolution Boxing)
Nina:
(31, 5’9, 121, 59:23 FCBA, VIXENs)
BEFORE:
The last fight in the event is set against the serene backdrop of Lacs de la Villette, a lake located within the Paris city limits. The tranquil waters shimmer in the fading evening light, providing a sharp contrast to the intensity that is about to erupt on the makeshift beach arena. A temporary boxing ring has been set up on the sandy shore, floodlights surrounding the ring to bring the fighters into sharp focus against the quiet surroundings. The small crowd, consisting of exclusive spectators, is buzzing with excitement, anticipating another fierce clash in this Best-of-Seven series.
Up first, Nicola Cavanis makes her way toward the ring.. Her bikini shimmers under the lights, metallic silver clinging to her sculpted physique. The Revolution Boxing fighter’s steps are deliberate, each one sinking lightly into the soft sand, while her team, huddled close behind, gives her a final few words of encouragement as she climbs through the ropes, her red boxing gloves already strapped on tight. She adjusts her high ponytail, her lips pursed as her eyes dart across the crowd, then lock onto the opposite end where her rival will soon emerge.
Nina Agdal follows, striding confidently along the shoreline, her red bikini striking a bold contrast against her tanned skin. The Danish fighter looks entirely at ease, almost as if she’s enjoying a casual walk by the lake. Her toned abs flex with each step, her long legs carrying her effortlessly toward the ring. Her blue gloves are already on, and a mischievous grin is playing on her lips. She’s clearly relishing the opportunity to repeat her first victory over Nicola.
As they step into the center of the sandy ring, they waste no time closing the gap, leaning forward until their foreheads press together, their eyes locked in a fierce, unyielding stare. The grains of sand crunch softly beneath their feet as they plant themselves firmly in place, neither willing to back down.
Nina’s lips curl into a defiant smirk, her breaths brushing against Nicola’s face, but Nicola doesn’t flinch. Instead, she leans in even further, her nose brushing against Nina’s, nostrils flaring slightly with each breath.
“You’re going down,” Nicola murmurs, her voice dripping with confidence. “I’m going to punch you out and leave you in the sand.” To punctuate her threat, Nicola slowly raises her right glove, the leather brushing past Nina's side before pressing it firmly into the center of Nina's toned stomach. Her knuckles push into the curve of Nina's abs, as if marking the exact spot where she intends to deliver her power later.
Nina’s breath catches for a second, her abs instinctively tightening under the pressure of Nicola’s glove. But her expression hardens quickly, a flash of anger crossing her features. She lifts one of her own gloves and presses it beneath Nicola's chin, forcing her head to tilt upward slightly, her defiance clear.
“You think you’re something special, Cavanis?” Nina hisses, her voice low but simmering with challenge. “We’ll see who’s left standing. I’ve beaten you once before—I’ll do it again.” She pushes her glove up with a little more force, causing Nicola’s head to jerk slightly, but Nicola just grits her teeth, their intense rivalry heating up with every word exchanged.
For a moment, the tension is almost palpable between them, each pushing against the other, trying to establish dominance even before the bell rings. Their bodies remain close, chest to chest, as they silently dare the other to back down first, neither willing to give an inch. It’s clear this fight is going to be a grueling battle, with neither woman willing to let go of their pride.
Their bodies are now inches apart. Nicola leans in just a bit closer, her forehead almost brushing Nina’s, the space between them filled with pure animosity. The other model, still smirking, flexes her gloved hands, ready to back up her words, before the referee finally steps in, pushing them apart and sending them to their respective corners.
As they return to their corners, both women are primed for battle. Nicola’s eyes never leave Nina, her mind fixated on revenge. Meanwhile, Nina stretches her arms, looking as casual as ever, her smirk never fading as she absorbs the electric energy of the crowd.
The bell rings, signaling the start of this showdown! This here’s the 2nd match in their Best-of-Seven series!
Both fighters move out of their corners, each showing a stark contrast in their approaches. Agdal, confident and relaxed from her previous victory, keeps a loose, bouncy stance, her red bikini shimmering under the lights as she circles around Nicola. Cavanis, however, charges out more aggressively, her silver bikini clinging to her muscles as she looks to put immediate pressure on her rival. But her aggression plays right into the Vixen’s hands. Agdal shows off her experience, keeping her distance with crisp, sharp jabs to Nicola’s face. Pik! Pak! Each jab lands cleanly, snapping the German girl’s head back as she struggles to close the gap. The former champ’s reach and fluid movement make it hard for the upstart model to find her rhythm, as Nina weaves in and out, dodging her heavier, more powerful swings. Nicola, frustrated, tries to bulldoze her way in anyways, hoping to trap her foe against the ropes and pound that tummy, but Agdal’s too quick, slipping out of danger with smooth footwork and then peppering her body with hard right hands, each punch whap landing against her toned midsection.
The crowd can sense the frustration building in Cavanis, as she keeps lunging forward, but Nina just keeps her at bay with clean, sharp counters. The veteran’s superior footwork is on full display as she slips and ducks wild hooks and counters with stiff jabs and right crosses to the face, each shot pushing her further off balance. By the end of the round, Nicola’s face is reddening from the constant punishment, and it’s clear she’s struggling to deal with her counterpart’s speed and accuracy. Another hard one-two combination—pik! Pak!—rocks her head back just before the bell, and she stumbles back a step, clearly shaken from the mismatched reality. The bell rings, and Nina saunters back to her corner, her smirk never leaving her face as she catches her breath. Cavanis, on the other hand, heads back to her corner with a scowl, already nursing the damage done from the first round.
ROUND 2:
Cavanis comes out still determined, shaking off the frustration from the first round. This time, she’s more measured, not rushing in recklessly as she did before. Her silver bikini gleams under the sun as she tightens her arms across her chest, focusing on closing the distance and working through Nina’s defense. Agdal, however, starts the round in similar fashion to the first, keeping her distance and trying to stick her with more jabs from afar. But Nicola’s adjusted, slipping under her shots and getting in closer this time, bit by bit, avoiding those stinging jabs that gave her trouble. Thwap! A heavy hook to the side of the ribs makes Agdal grunt as she feels the power of her youthful counterpart. Nicola stays on top, charging in and landing more shots with confidence. This time, she corners Nina more effectively, cutting off the ring and forcing the VIX fighter to stand and trade with her. Agdal senses danger, tries to circle out of danger, but a big right cross suddenly SNAPS into her face, sent over the arms with a smack! And grahh! and Agdal is forced to backpedal, her guard coming up higher to protect herself from further damage.
Second minute and Agdal retaliates with a quick jab-cross combo of her own, but Nicola absorbs it firmly, countering with another swing to her side, whump, drawing a grimace from the Danish girl. Here, the two fighters exchange hard punches in the center of the ring, but this time, Nicola’s power is the difference-maker. Each punch swings in, heavy and deliberate, digging into the lean girl’s body and forcing her to further retreat. At a distance, Nina tries again to re-establish her jab, but Nicola keeps her pressure constant, targeting her midsection with brutal body shots—whap! thud!—each glove sinks into her torso with authority, and Agdal feels the impact as she’s forced to give ground, her back almost brushing the ropes as her opponent bears down on her, head lowered and fists pumping into her sides.
As the round comes to a close, Nina lands a few counters—quick jabs to the German’s mouth—but they don’t carry enough weight to keep Cavanis off. And Nicola ends the round strong, powering a right hand sunk into the ribs—whump!—and then stepping back, smiling as Nina curses and winces in pain. The bell rings, and the Revolution starlet turns confidently to her corner, feeling like she’s finally found her rhythm. Nina, meanwhile, wipes some sweat from her brow, massages her sides, knowing she lost ground in this round but is far from defeated.
Agdal stomps forward, gloves up, her eyes locked on Cavanis. She lets out a sharp, angry shout, her voice cutting through the beachside air, at the audacity of her younger opponent to lay hands on her. "You wanna brawl?! Let’s f*cking brawl!" Nina growls, her usually cool demeanor cracking as she throws caution to the wind. Both women meet in the center of the ring, their fists flying immediately as they abandon strategy for pure, raw aggression. Two blondes engage in a furious close-quarters exchange, their bikini-clad bodies colliding as they throw wild hooks and uppercuts at each other, neither giving an inch. Nicola, who usually thrives in this type of brawl, is caught off guard by Nina’s sudden ferocity. The Vixen’s fists are heavier than expected, and she quickly realizes she might have bitten off more than she can chew. Thwap! Whap! Leather pounds into Nicola’s sides and ribs with force, each punch drawing a grunt from her lips as she struggles to maintain her footing.
This way, Nina shows off why she can’t be discounted just yet. Her blue gloves smack! into Nicola’s jaw, snapping her head to the side. Another left hand pounds into her ribs, whud, leaving Nicola twitching the other way and gasping for air, as she’s forced to retreat. Nicola tries to fight back, sending wild hooks back into her sides, but Agdal absorbs them, adrenaline pumping, teeth gritted, pushing through. She lowers her head and twists her hips, slams a vicious uppercut into Nicola’s firm belly—whump!—the blow lifting Cavanis off her feet slightly with a groan.
Finally, Nicola staggers back, trying to cover up! She wanted a brawl but couldn’t take the heat! And Nina follows, pressing her against the ropes and keeps that storm of punches coming! Thwap! Smack! Thud! Hooks slam into ribs, stomach, and her sides, forcing the German girl to hunch over, trying desperately to weather. Her body sags under the pressure, her arms still up but protecting her head instead of her body, as Nina shouts taunts with every punch, her fury unrelenting. By the final minute, Nicola is clearly outmatched. Anotherher sharp cross crashes high into the temple—crack!—sending her stumbling back into the ropes. And Agdal flashes a last smirk, stepping in with one last punishing combination to the body—whap! Thud!—sending her body jolting, before the bell rings. Round ends and Nicola gasps in relief, her body slumping back into her corner, aching and her confidence shaken. Nina, on the other hand, saunters back to hers, her earlier frustration now replaced by smug satisfaction. She raises her gloves and glances over at the younger model with a mocking grin.
The bell rings, and both women charge right back toward each other, their previous exchanges escalating into full-blown clinch warfare. There’s no room for finesse now—just pure, brute force as they lock arms and try to overpower the other. Nicola’s determined to even the score, hooking an arm around Agdal’s neck, pulling her in close, their sweaty bodies pressed tightly together in the center of the ring. Nina, not to be outdone, wraps her own arm around the German’s shoulder, pulling her closer, their lean, muscular frames almost leaning into each other for support. Both women breath heavily, their chests heaving as they try to punish the other. Fists begin to fly from every angle, their gloves cracking into the bodies and faces of their opponent.
Thud! Whap! Nicola plants a brutal hook into Nina’s ribs, her red gloves digging into the soft flesh, forcing a grunt, the Vixen’s abs trembling from the impact. “Unghh!” Nina’s body jerks forward, but she fires back with an uppercut of her own, whump!, burying her glove into Nicola’s belly. Cavanis hisses through her teeth, tightening her core just in time, but the force still bends her slightly over her rival’s arm. For a moment, they stand there, chests and stomachs brushing, their arms tangled as they breathe heavily into each other's necks. The sand beneath their feet shifts with each movement, their bodies swaying side to side, sweat dripping off their brows. Nicola’s youth and determination begin to show as she adjusts, her red gloves working like pistons. She leans back slightly, her long, lean body creating a pocket of space before firing off a punishing uppercut directly into Nina’s toned stomach—whud! “Oouuff!” The Vixen groans, her mouth open in shock as her body crumples forward from the blow, her arms slackening slightly around her rival’s shoulders.
Nicola grins, sensing her advantage. She loops her arm tighter around Nina’s neck, locking the VIX fighter in place before unleashing another series of body shots, each one deeper and more punishing than the last. Whap! Whump! Thud! Her glove digs into Nina’s waistline, her stomach trembling under the assault. “Ughh! Nnghh!” Nina grunts with each blow, her legs wobbling, her muscles struggling to brace against the force of the hooks. And Cavanis feels the fight shifting in her favor, her youthful energy propelling her forward. One final whap!—a massive uppercut right to Nina’s navel—propels the Danish girl forward, forcing her to double over again, her breath forced out of her lungs in a loud groan. Her body jerks violently from the impact, and she stumbles backward, forced to release her clinch and retreat to the ropes to save herself.
But Nicola stays on her, closing the distance with several strides, before reinitiating the clinch-up against Nina’s will. The two lanky models remain locked together, their bodies pressed close, one arm always looped around the neck or shoulder as they continue to punish each other high and low. Nicola’s power is on display, especially when she digs into Nina’s abs again with another cruel uppercut—whud!—forcing her legs to buckle slightly, her mouth open in a silent gasp. When the bell finally rings, both women stumble back to their corners, their bodies aching, drenched in sweat, and panting hard. Nicola's corner looks pleased as their fighter pulls ahead, her hands resting on her hips as she catches her breath. Nina, however, slumps against the ropes, clutching her abdomen, the pain from those body shots clearly showing on her face.
The bell rings, and Agdal, knowing she needs to reassert her dominance, comes out with fire in her eyes. Her body’s still aching from Nicola’s assault in the previous round, but she’s unwilling to let the younger model steal this fight. She digs deep and surges forward, her blue gloves up and ready. She steps in and throws a swift right cross that Nicola attempts to dodge, but the punch connects solidly with the jaw—smack!—sending her head snapping back, and Cavanis staggers for a moment, blinking in surprise, clearly stunned by the lucky punch! Here comes Nina, looking for payback—thwap! thud! whap!—each follow-up punch lands high and low as she batters Nicola’s body and sides with vicious hooks. Nicola grits her teeth, her guard faltering under the sudden onslaught as leather thumps into her belly and ribs. “Ughh!” Nicola grunts as another glove whumps into her midsection, driving the air from her lungs, her back inching closer to the ropes as Agdal pours it on. The Vixen smells blood and is determined to put the upstart model away, slamming another hard uppercut into her ribs, whud, causing the younger woman to double over slightly.
For a few moments, it looks like Nina might succeed in putting her down for good. The crowd is on edge as Agdal hammers away with everything she’s got, her fists pumping in like pistons, trying to crush Nicola’s resistance. But just when it seems like Nicola is on the brink, she rallies, in the final seconds of the round fighting back with pure grit, refusing to back down. She twists out of the corner, ducks under one of Nina’s hooks, and counters with a brutal right to the body, whump—her glove sinking deep into Nina’s side to make her gasp for air. Suddenly, Nicola’s instincts take over as she pushes Nina back against the ropes, stooping low and repeatedly ramming her fists straight into the Danish girl’s belly—whud! thud!—each punch driving deeper into her softening core. “Oooff!” Nina groans, her abs trembling, her arms still up but faltering over her chest, as she struggles to protect herself. Gloves piston into her stomach, left and right, sinking deep into the pit of her belly and forcing her to sag into the ropes.Nicola snarls, continuing to hammer her with vicious uppercuts, the younger model’s knuckles puh puh driving into the flesh just above her navel, deflating her stamina with each blow.
Despite Nicola’s late rally, the round belongs to Nina, who dominated the early minutes with her aggressive offense and sheer grit. The bell rings, and both women stumble back to their corners, breathing heavily. Nina looks pained but relieved, wiping sweat from her brow, slightly hunched over and massaging her body,, but knowing she might still be in trouble if this keeps up. Nicola, on the other hand, looks focused, her body glistening with sweat but her eyes locked on her opponent, knowing she’s starting to wear the VIX fighter down.
The bell rings, and Agdal knows she has to push through the fatigue if she wants to finish this fight on her terms. She storms out of her corner, her long, lean body shimmering with sweat as she throws caution to the wind, determined to overwhelm Cavanis in the opening minute. Her gloves snap out quickly—pik! pak!—as she peppers the German’s face with quick jabs, keeping the younger model at bay. Nicola’s guard tightens as she absorbs the initial barrage, grunting as a right hook slips through and smacks her cheek, forcing her to take a step back. Sensing victory, Agdal pushes in, following up with a sharp left to the body—whump!—her glove crashing into Nicola’s ribs and making her wince.
But Nicola is far from finished. She digs deep into her reserves, her mind laser-focused on not letting her rival run away with the round. She weathers the storm, her gloves coming up to block more attacks, and then she suddenly surges forward, charging through Nina’s defenses with a powerful right hook to the side—thud!—forcing a groan from the Vixen. Agdal’s eyes widen as she’s suddenly the one being driven backward, her legs faltering under the renewed assault. In the second minute, Nicola steps in with purpose, her body pressing against Nina’s, and she loops her arms under Nina’s, practically lifting the exhausted Dane off the sand with the force of her clinch. Elbows and shoulders bump into her chest as she keeps the dazed Agdal pinned upright, trapping the taller woman in place. Then, she starts working her over with vicious hooks and uppercuts—whump! whud!—each punch landing flush against Nina’s chin or sunk into her belly. Nina grunts and groans, her breath leaving her body in painful bursts as hook after hook lands on her sides and stomach. “Unghh!” Nina gasps as one particularly brutal uppercut crashes into her chin, snapping her head back and sending her lean body sprawled against the ropes. But Nicola’s eyes blaze with continued fury, as she continues to punish Nina, her gloves working like pistons as she relentlessly pounds the Dane’s midsection—thud! whap!—forcing her deeper and deeper into the ropes. Soon, Nina’s legs start to buckle as her abs and arms can no longer protect her from the onslaught, her body sagging against Nicola’s own.
Another uppercut RAMS into Nina’s belly, whump! Cavanis’ fist sinks deep into the soft flesh, and that’s all it takes for the Vixen to finally break. Her legs GIVE WAY as she folds forward, her head resting briefly against Nicola’s shoulder before she begins to SLIDE down the younger model’s body. Her chin drags along the curves of Nicola’s chest and stomach as she collapses to her knees, her body pooling into the sand in a dazed, breathless heap. The referee steps in, beginning the count as Nina further flops over onto the sand dunes once Cavanis steps back. There the Great Dane lies, flat on the sand, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to get air back into her lungs. Her arms twitch weakly at her sides, but it’s clear her body can’t respond—she’s spent, too battered to get back up… “Seven… eight…” The count reaches ten, and the Vixen is STILL down, completely spent! There’s the bell and the referee's rapidly waving his hands overhead! It’s OVER!
AFTER:
Nicola, her chest heaving and a victorious grin spread across her face, steps toward her downed rival, Nina still sprawled and gasping in the sand. Remembering the humiliation from their first bout, the German knows exactly how to make her point. Without hesitation, she peels off her gloves, tossing them carelessly to the side as the crowd watches with anticipation.
“Remember this?” Nicola taunts, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. “Thought you’d enjoy a taste of your own medicine...”
Nina’s body trembles slightly as Nicola presses her into the moment, the taller model’s chin pushing and pressed firm into firmer belly flesh. Her hands stay firmly wrapped around the fallen fighter’s head, fingers tight in her hair as she uses her height to keep Agdal in place, letting her know exactly who’s in charge now. The soft panting of Nina’s breath against her stomach is the only sound, mingled with the faint murmur of the crowd watching in awe.
Nicola shifts her grip, holding Nina’s chin steady, forcing her to look up at her with defiance still burning in her eyes. “Get used to this, Nina,” Nicola smirks, leaning down slightly, her voice a whisper. “I’m not letting you win this series.”
Grinning with satisfaction, she isn’t content to stop there. She tightens her grip in Nina’s hair, pulling her head closer, forcing the Dane’s parted lips to press directly into her firm, sweaty belly. The soft skin of her abs flexes under the touch of Nina’s parted lips, as she makes the gesture even more humiliating, rubbing it in—literally. “Come on, Nina,” Nicola taunts, “Feel what real strength tastes like.”
Nina’s eyes flash with fury as she realizes the full extent of her humiliation. She tries to push away, some strength returning, as her hands grab at Nicola’s hips, but the younger woman holds her firmly in place, not giving her any room to break free. Below, her body thrashes as she suddenly tries to wrench herself from Nicola’s grasp, but the German model’s grip in her hair remains tight, forcing her to feel the full pressure of her toned midsection.
“What’s the matter?” Nicola sneers, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not going anywhere until I say so.”
But the proud Dane won’t give up easily. With a sudden burst of energy, Nina manages to wrench her head to the side, breaking free from Nicola’s hold. Her eyes blaze with a mix of humiliation and fury as she pulls herself backwards, but her battered body means she simply goes sprawling into the sand again. “You’ll pay for that,” Nina hisses, her voice hoarse with anger as she’s held back by the officials. Her body shakes with adrenaline, and her defiant glare remains locked on Nicola.
Nicola, calm and composed, merely shrugs and backs away to her own corner.. “I just did,” she replies with a smirk, clearly reveling in her opponent’s fury.
With the officials entering the ring to keep them apart, the intensity in the air lingers. This feud isn’t over, for sure!
Best-of-Seven Contest
Nina Agdal : Nicola Cavanis
1:1
Nina Agdal : Nicola Cavanis
1:1
