2. Madison Beer vs. Carys Zeta Douglas

It’s Madison, the more seasoned fighter, versus Carys, the newcomer with everything to prove.

Beer leans into the mic first, a casual smirk on her lips as she eyes Carys. “Let’s be real, I’m on a roll, and there’s no way I’m letting some rookie with barely any fights to her name stop me. I’ve fought tougher, more experienced girls and come out on top. Carys, I hope you’re ready, because this isn’t going to be pretty for you.”

Carys raises an eyebrow, not backing down. “You know, everyone has to start somewhere. Just because I’m new doesn’t mean I’m not ready to take you down a notch. I’ve seen your fights, Maddy, and frankly, I’m not impressed. You’re all bark and no bite.”

Madison laughs, leaning back in her chair. “Oh, sweetie, you’re adorable. But this isn’t some movie set where you can act tough. This is real. And I’m going to teach you that the hard way.”

Carys’ expression hardens, her playful demeanor fading slightly. “I’ve got something to prove. I’ve been training hard, and I’m not just going to be another name on your resume. You’re going to regret underestimating me.”

Madison shrugs nonchalantly. “We’ll see about that. But honestly, I’m looking forward to making you my next knockout highlight. Just try to keep up, okay?”

The staredown later on is intense, Madison’s smirk growing wider as she steps in close, her eyes locked onto Carys’ with a mocking intensity. But Carys doesn’t flinch, her chin held high as the two exchange a few more words under their breath, the cameras flashing around them.

Madison: “Better say your goodbyes now, because once I’m done with you, you won’t want to show your face in the ring again.”

Carys: “I’ll be the one walking out with my head held high, and you’ll be left wondering how you lost to the ‘rookie’.”

The officials quickly step in to separate the two before things get physical.

Beer makes her entrance first, her signature swagger on full display. She’s dressed in a shimmering silver bikini top paired with matching high-waisted shorts that accentuate her curves and athletic build. Her hair is styled in loose, effortless waves, bouncing with each step. The crowd roars as she struts down the aisle, her theme song, "Good in Goodbye", pumping through the speakers. Her gaze is sharp and focused, her smile flashing as she poses at the ring’s edge, her gloved hands resting on her hips. Then, she climbs into the ring, her movements smooth and deliberate.

Next up is Carys Zeta Douglas, stepping into the spotlight with a contrasting air of cool composure. She’s wearing a white bikini top and red shorts, her lean frame highlighted under the bright lights. Her long dark hair is pulled into a high ponytail, swaying as she makes her way to the ring. Carys’ entrance song, "We Will Rock You" by Queen, echoes through the arena, and the crowd's reaction is mixed, curiosity mingling with anticipation as she jogs lightly, waving to fans and taking in the atmosphere. As she steps into the ring, her eyes lock onto Madison’s, the two already sizing each other up.

In the ring, both fighters stride towards each other for the pre-fight staredown, their contrasting styles evident not just in their attire but in their demeanors. Madison’s silver gloves rest confidently on her hips, her gaze unflinching as she looks down slightly at the shorter Carys. While Carys, her red gloves clenched, meets her stare with equal intensity, her jaw set as she refuses to back down.

Madison smirks, her voice low but taunting. “Hope you’re ready for a lesson, Carys. This is going to hurt.”

Carys’ lips curl into a confident smile. “Bring it on, Madison. I’m not scared of you.”

With a final nod from the referee, they’re separated and sent to their corners, both women bouncing lightly on their feet, eager to get the fight underway. And there’s the bell! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!

Both fighters come out cautiously, measuring each other with tentative jabs. Beer, known for her aggressive style, takes the center of the ring first, her silver gloves snapping out in quick succession to establish her range. She’s light on her feet, her head moving side-to-side as she gauges Carys’ response. Douglas, maintaining a tight guard, circles to her right, looking to counter, as silver gloves flash out, tagging her on the arms and shoulders as she continues to probe for openings. But Carys is agile, dodging back and slipping past her opponent’s more reckless swings.

Midway through the round, Madison starts to find her rhythm. She steps forward aggressively, throwing a sharp left hook aimed at the midsection. The punch lands with a solid thud against the ribs, drawing a grimace from the younger fighter. And the Vixen quickly presses her advantage, her footwork sharp as she cuts off the ring, cornering Carys near the ropes. Carys doesn’t back down, though. She plants her feet and throws return jabs to the face, followed by a straight right that skims off the temple. If Beer wants a brawl, she’s gonna have to fight for it! Madison grits her teeth, shaking it off, and lunges forward with a powerful hook aimed at her head. But Carys ducks just in time, and the punch whizzes past her ear, before she counters with a right cross to the American singer’s cheek.

The crowd roars as the exchange heats up. Madison’s expression hardens as she realizes Carys isn’t going to be an easy target. She adjusts, her gloves coming up higher, and starts picking her shots more carefully. A sharp one-two combo snaps the rookie’s head back, but the taller girl absorbs it, her feet shuffling back as she creates distance. In the final moments of the round, both fighters go toe-to-toe. Madison, using her compact build to her advantage, powers forward with a series of hooks to her foe’s sides, each punch digging into the ribs. Carys grits her teeth, her body jolting left and right with each impact, but she manages to slip a left hook past the Vixen’s guard, catching her flush on the jaw with a POW!

Finally, the bell rings, and both women step back, their chests heaving. Madison flashes a confident smile, knowing she’s edged out the round with her aggressiveness and cleaner shots, but Carys meets her gaze with a determined nod, silently acknowledging that she’s not going to back down without a fight. For this opening round, the judges score it narrowly in Madison's favor, but it’s clear that Carys is here to prove she belongs in the ring.

Carys starts the round with renewed energy, her movements more fluid as she bounces on the balls of her feet, maintaining a razor-sharp focus. She quickly establishes her jab, peppering Beer’s guard with crisp, snapping punches that keep the Vixen on the defensive. Madison, caught off guard by her sudden intensity, raises her gloves and circles to her left, trying to regain her footing. But Carys is on her, using her reach advantage to keep her at bay. A double jab lands just above her guard, followed by a straight right that sneaks through, cracking squarely against her cheek. Madison staggers, eyes wide in surprise, and Carys seizes the moment, stepping in close to fire off another left hook to the ribs, her glove digging in with a solid whump, and then follows with a SHARP uppercut that disappears into the pit of her stomach! OUFF! Madison grimaces, folding over slightly as she backs away, arms instinctively lowering to protect her midsection.

Here comes Carys, with a series of rapid jabs targeting Madison’s face, keeping her head snapping back as she tries to guard against the onslaught. Beer’s footwork is impressive as she attempts to circle away, but she’s getting cut off the ring by the taller woman, with Douglas’ combinations landing with more frequency. In the final minute, Madison attempts to counter with a wild hook to the head, but Carys easily weaves under before DRIVING another powerful straight punch into the center of Beer’s abs, the impact forcing a sharp gasp from her lips. Beer is finally pushed back against the ropes, her back arching slightly, as Carys continues to work her midsection, leather gloves thudding into her toned abs. The bell rings, signaling the end of a surprisingly dominant round for Carys, whosteps back with a confident smile, leaving the battered Beer to catch her breath, a look of frustration on her face as she returns to her corner, clearly shaken by the newcomer’s surge.

Beer charges out of her corner with fire in her eyes, clearly riled up after the rookie’s dominance in the previous round. She wastes no time, flicking out quick jabs towards Carys’ face, determined to reassert herself. The newcomer retreats, staying light on her feet, but the aggressive moves see her with little room to move. Beer keeps on stalking her prey, unleashing a fierce combo of punches—jab, cross, hook—that slams into her guard. The force behind each punch pushes Douglas back, her heels digging into the canvas as she absorbs the hits. Then, with a swift sidestep, Madison sends a sharp hook crashing into the side of her ribs. Thwack! The impact draws a grimace from the younger fighter, her arms instinctively dropping to shield her body. “Think you can mess with me?” Madison hisses out loud, her voice dripping with disdain. She follows up with another quick combo, the final punch—a punishing uppercut—lifting Carys’ guard clean, and creating an opening for another vicious right hook that smacks against her temple, forcing Carys to groan and stumble to the side!

But Carys is no pushover. Quickly regaining her balance, she fires back with a stiff jab to the mouth, followed by a cross that snaps Beer’s head to the side. Madison grunts, but instead of retreating, she leans in further, her face contorting with anger. She manages to force another brutal shot to the midsection, her glove thudding against the firm muscle of Carys’ stomach, driving the air from her lungs. This forces Carys to back up, her expression tense as she tries to fend her foe off with defensive jabs. But Madison just steps straight into every punch, her determination showing as another hook to the body forces Carys to bend over the glove slightly, her arms dropping just enough for Madison to tag her cheek with another snapping right hand. The final seconds of the round see both fighters locked in a fierce exchange near the ropes. Carys, still trying to recover, manages to slip a few punches into the face, but Madison’s superior positioning and aggression give her the edge, with a final, punishing hook to the side having Carys wincing as the bell rings. Madison steps back, breathing heavily but with a triumphant smirk. Carys returns to her corner, clearly feeling the effects of Madison’s renewed intensity, her body slightly hunched as she takes deep breaths, preparing for the next round.

Madison BURSTS out of her corner at the start of the round, determined to reassert her dominance and wipe the smirk off Carys' face. Her eyes are blazing with intent as she barrels forward, launching punches aimed high and low, trying to overwhelm the less-experienced fighter. Carys, however, keeps her composure, her guard tight as she sidesteps and blocks the incoming onslaught. Punches snap in against her gloves and arms, but Douglas remains calm, using her footwork to stay out of range when needed. And with every miss, Madison’s frustration becomes more apparent, her teeth gritting as she throws increasingly wild swings.

In the second minute, Madison makes a critical error, overextending high with a right cross. And Carys, seeing the opening, STEPS IN and BAM!—a lightning-fast left hook connects clean with the side of Beer’s jaw! OUCH! The shock of the blow sends her reeling, her legs wobbling as she stumbles back! HERE SHE COMES, her eyes laser-focused as she drives another right hand deep into Beer’s exposed midsection-- WHUD!-- forcing her to double over, a guttural grunt escaping her lips as she tries to pull herself together. But Carys isn’t letting up. She fires off another sharp uppercut that crashes into the base of Madison’s chin, and in an instant, DOWN SHE GOES, Madison’s body crumpling to the canvas in a heap!!

It’s an early, shocking KNOCKDOWN for Carys Douglas!! The crowd gasps as the referee steps in, beginning the count. On the ground, Madison blinks rapidly, dazed, struggling to push herself up. Her arms tremble as she gets to her knees, her face a mask of embarrassment and frustration. And by the count of seven, she’s managed to stand, swaying slightly, but defiant. “Not done,” she mutters through gritted teeth, glaring at Carys who is now in the neutral corner, a smug smile on her face.

The referee checks her over and then allows the fight to continue. Bell rings and Madison raises her gloves, though it’s clear she’s still shaken. Carys, feeling the momentum shift completely in her favor, moves in with calculated aggression this time, picking her shots carefully. She lands a few more punches to the body and ribs, the sounds of impact echoing through the arena, as the round draws to a close with the bell. Madison retreats to her corner, her breathing ragged, a mix of anger and humiliation etched on her face as she slumps onto her stool. It’s clear she knows she has to do something drastic to turn this fight around.

Carys comes out of her corner with a glint, looking to capitalize on her earlier knockdown, pushing the action immediately with a flurry of jabs aimed at Madison's face and shoulders. Beer, still smarting from the previous round, backs off, her guard high as she absorbs the incoming punches. But it’s clear the newcomer isn’t packing the same punch as before. Her earlier exertion has taken some wind out of her, and while her punches are landing, they lack the power to keep Beer completely at bay.

Sensing this, Madison grits her teeth and starts marching forward, weathering the glancing blows that Carys throws at her, each shot thudding against her gloves and arms. Carys tries to step back and circle away, but Madison follows her, determined not to let the younger girl have her way. THUMP! THUMP! Carys lands a one-two combination downwards to the singer’s body, her gloves sinking into the flesh of Beer's midsection. Madison grunts, bending slightly at the waist, but she shakes it off, firing back with a sharp cross that catches Douglas on the shoulder.

And the Vixen’s resilience shows in the final minute of the round. Despite taking shots to her ribs and stomach, she continues to push forward, her eyes blazing with defiance. Carys looks momentarily flustered as her opponent barrels in, throwing looping hooks that smack into her sides, forcing her back. WHAP! A solid right hook to the ribs has her wincing, her body jolting to the side. Madison crowds her close, using her forearms to nudge her bit by bit back into the ropes. But Carys, using her agility, slips away, pivoting and sending a lasting sharp jab into Madison’s cheek. The bell rings to end the round, and both girls are breathing heavily as they make their way back to their corners. Carys has won the round due to sheer tenacity, but it’s clear that Madison’s own resilience is starting to shift the momentum back in her favor, with the stage set for a tense next round as her defiance only grows.

The action resumes at a more measured pace, both fighters visibly worn from the earlier rounds. Madison, however, is determined to claw back, her eyes fixed on her foe, as they circle each other in the center of the ring. Carys tries to keep her at bay, throwing quick jabs and straight punches aimed at the brunette’s face and chest. THUD! THUD! She finds a couple of openings, sending sharp punches into Beer’s ribs and waist, forcing grunts, her abs flexing with the impact, but she shakes it off and keeps advancing, cutting off the ring and forcing Douglas to move laterally. SMACK! A hard right cross to the chin briefly rocks Carys, her head snapping back. And Madison pounces, following up with a left hook that grazes her high to the temple! Ouch! Carys stumbles back, her guard faltering for a split second, and Madison leaps in and DRIVES a vicious uppercut into her belly!

WHUMP! Carys gasps, eyes going wide, her body folding slightly, her legs trembling as she tries to stay upright. But Beer lets out a low growl and steps in closer, using her shoulder to nudge the stunned girl back towards the ropes. The crowd can sense the shift in momentum as Madison bullies her prey into a corner, their bodies colliding as they struggle for control. Here, the stockier singer can use her power and aggression to overwhelm her opponent, her punches digging deep into the younger girl’s midsection and sides. THUD! WHAP! Gloves make solid contact with ribcage and tummy, each blow sending shockwaves through Carys’ body. Douglas tries to fight back, throwing a couple of desperate hooks that glance off the shoulders, but they lack the strength to turn the tide.

UGHH! Another brutal hook slams into the side of her ribs, forcing a gasp from her lips as her back is pressed against the ropes, her body bending under the pressure. Above, Madison’s eyes are locked on her opponent, her mouth set in a determined line as she pours on the punishment. The final seconds of the round are a slow, grueling affair, with both girls almost leaning into each other, their arms entwined as they push and shove for dominance. Eventually, Madison’s strength wins out, her powerful frame keeping the leaner girl pinned to the ropes, landing body blows that force her to wince and gasp with each impact. As the bell rings, the Vixen steps back, chest heaving, a look of satisfaction crossing her face, while Carys sags against the ropes, breathing heavily, her arms wrapped around her aching midsection!

HERE MADDY COMES, eager to finish the job and assert her dominance. But Carys, despite the punishment she's taken, refuses to back down, her eyes flashing with defiance as she meets her head-on in the center of the ring! THWAP! A sharp right cross catches Beer on the cheek, momentarily staggering her advance. The more agile Carys follows up with a quick flurry to the body, her gloves pounding into her abs and ribs, drawing a sharp exhale from the brunette. The crowd watches in awe as Carys digs deep, fighting back with every ounce of energy she has left.

Of course, Madison snarls, her face twisting in frustration as she absorbs the blows, her gloves up high to protect her head. She steps forward, swinging wild hooks through the air that Carys manages to block or slip just in time, but it’s clear the younger fighter is pushing herself to the limit. In the second minute, Madison reasserts herself, using her superior strength to force her back. A stiff jab lands squarely on Carys’ nose, snapping her head back, and Madison follows it up with a brutal hook to the side of her body--THUD! forcing a grunt, her legs wobbling. Sensing the end, Madison presses forward, her fists hammering away at the taller girl’s' midsection. WHAP! WHUMP! WHAP! The blows land like thunderclaps, each one forcing a gasp of pain from Carys, who’s now pinned against the ropes, her arms barely up and wrapped around her battered torso.

SMACK! A sudden, crushing uppercut to the chin sends Carys reeling, her body slumping forward as she desperately tries to clinch up with Beer and buy herself some time. But Madison won’t let her escape, though, easily shrugging her off and then pounding a series of short, powerful punches into her sides and belly, each one sinking deep into trembling flesh. Then, in minute three, Madison finds her opening. Another vicious right cross CRACKS across Carys' jaw, and the blonde’s eyes glaze over as her legs give way beneath her. THUD! She collapses onto the canvas, her arms splayed out, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath!

And it’s a KNOCKDOWN for Madison Beer!

Beer steps back, raising her gloves in triumph, but there’s a flicker of frustration in her eyes. She watches intently as Carys tries to push herself up, her body trembling with the effort, but the younger fighter can’t find her footing. The referee’s count reaches ten, and it’s OVER!

It’s a victory, but not the commanding, crushing win Madison Beer wanted. She wanted to make a statement, to show she’s a force to be reckoned with, but the rookie’s resilience and heart have stolen some of her thunder. As the crowd cheers, she can’t help but cast a glance down at her fallen opponent, her lips pressed into a thin line as she raises her gloves one more time.

Frustration flashes across Madison’s face. This wasn’t enough. She strides over, eyes blazing with intent, and before anyone can react, she reaches down, grabbing a handful of Carys’ hair and hauling the dazed blonde halfway up.

“Thought you could stand toe-to-toe with me?” Madison hisses, yanking her forward, their faces inches apart. “You’re not even in my league!”

But before she can do any more damage, the referee and several officials rush in, prying Beer away and separating the two fighters. Madison resists, trying to lunge back toward Carys, her face twisted with anger, but the officials hold her back, ordering her to return to her corner.

“Get off me!” Madison snaps, shaking them off as she storms away, still fuming as she glares back at Carys, who is now being helped to her feet by her corner team.

Later, in the post-fight press conference, Madison’s frustration hasn’t dissipated. She leans forward, her fists clenched on the table as she addresses the reporters.

“I didn’t come here to just win—I came here to dominate,” Madison says, her voice sharp with irritation. “I should have knocked her the f*ck out clean, but I let her hang around too long. That’s on me. But don’t think for a second that I’m not the best in this division.”

Her words are met with a mix of cheers and murmurs from the press. Madison’s eyes narrow, her jaw tight. “I’m only getting better, and next time, no one’s going to question who’s the best. No one.”

Meanwhile, Carys, still visibly shaken from the knockout but her spirit unbroken, faces the press with a determined smile.

“She was tough, but I knew that going in,” Carys admits, her voice steady despite the pain etched across her face. “I’m not going to let one loss—or two—stop me. I’m going to keep pushing, keep fighting. I’m not done yet.”

Her defiance draws a round of applause from the audience, and Carys nods, holding her chin high.

“Madison might have won tonight, but I promise you, I’ll be back. Stronger and better.”