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VIX: FALL FROM GRACE @ THE NIAGARA FALLS CENTER

Posted by caspian on 14 July 2024 at 10:07 am

(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)

5. Alyssa Lynch vs. Alexis Ren VII (Secluded Beach Boxing)

Alyssa:
(28, 5’7, 120, 69:31 FCBA, VIXENs)

Alexis:
(27, 5’8, 86:24 FCBA, VIXENs)

BEFORE:
The sun begins its descent over Zuma Beach, casting a golden hue across the sand as the waves crash gently against the shore. The beach is serene, with only the sound of the ocean and the occasional call of a seagull breaking the silence. Amid this tranquil setting, a makeshift ring has been set up with sand as the floor and sturdy posts marking the corners, creating an intimate arena for the upcoming bout.

Alyssa Lynch and Alexis Ren stand facing the cameras, dressed in beachwear with towels wrapped around their shoulders, as they prepare for their seventh clash, each knowing what’s at stake. Alyssa, on the cusp of qualifying for the Hall of Fame with a potential 70th win and already 100 fights under her belt, and Alexis, determined to deny her long-time rival that honor and prove her superiority in the VIX locker room once and for all.

Alyssa steps forward first, her confidence slightly shaken by recent losses but still fierce. She looks directly into the camera, her expression resolute. "Tonight's a big night for me. I’ve faced Alexis six times and beaten her four. So I know I can do it again. This is my 101st fight, and I’m ready to show everyone that I deserve a place in the Hall of Fame and the title one day. Alexis, you might have your moments, but tonight, I’m putting you down on the sand."

Alexis smirks back, stepping up to the camera with an air of haughty confidence. "That’s a big game for someone who’s failed to win the Bantamweight title four times in a row now. Once a loser, ALWAYS a loser. And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never get that Hall of Fame spot. When you’re laid out on this sand, beneath my feet, everyone will know you’re not a champion. You’re just another fighter I’ve beaten."

Slowly, almost ceremoniously, they remove their towels, revealing their toned physiques. Alyssa’s body, sculpted from countless hours of training, glistens in the evening light. Her muscles are defined, showcasing the hard work and dedication that have brought her to the brink of Hall of Fame qualification. Alexis, equally impressive, stands tall with her lean, athletic build. Her taut abs and long limbs highlight her agility and strength, a testament to her rigorous regimen.

The sun’s glow accentuates every curve and contour of their bodies, casting long shadows on the sand. Each fighter flexes slightly, a subconscious display of their readiness and physical prowess. Their skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, evidence of the intense pre-fight warm-up.

Alyssa wears a striking red bikini that highlights her toned physique. The top, snug and supportive, accentuates her athletic build, while the bottoms fit perfectly, showcasing her defined legs and firm midsection. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, keeping it out of her face and emphasizing her sharp, determined features. The black boxing gloves on her hands contrast sharply with her bright attire, each movement making the leather creak softly.

Alexis, in a sleek black bikini, exudes confidence. The minimalist design of her bikini shows off her lean, sculpted frame. Her blonde hair is styled in a high ponytail, strands already clinging to her forehead. Her blue boxing gloves complement her striking appearance, the gloves flexing as she tightens her fists, ready for the upcoming fight.

They step close for the staredown, their eyes locking in an intense gaze, Alyssa’s dark eyes burning with defiance, whilst Alexis’s piercing blue eyes glint with confidence and contempt for her rival. Their bare feet sink slightly into the warm sand, the soft, shifting surface forcing them to adjust their stances, testing their balance and focus even before the first punch is thrown.

As they draw nearer, their fists come up, pressing into each other’s midsections. Alyssa’s fist digs hers into Alexis’s taut abs, testing the firmness of her core. But Alexis responds in kind, her knuckles pressing into the center of Alyssa’s toned stomach. The contact is firm, almost aggressive, as if trying to imprint their dominance physically before the fight even begins.

Their breaths are heavy, and the scent of saltwater mixes with the subtle fragrances of their sunscreen and sweat. Alexis, her voice dripping with scorn, leans in and whispers, “You’re going down, Ass-lyssa. You’re never gonna be a champion.” The words are a direct attack, meant to shake Alyssa’s confidence. But the brunette stands firm, her voice steady as she replies, “Four wins to two, b*tch. Tonight, I make it five.”

The staredown quickly escalates into physicality. Alexis shoves Alyssa back, causing her to stumble slightly in the shifting sand. The shove ignites a fire in the Vixens, and Lynch retaliates with a hard slap to the blonde’s face, the sound echoing against the backdrop of the ocean, making her head snap to the side, but then recover quickly, her eyes flashing with fury.

Sand flies as they grapple and lunge for each other, each woman’s movements fierce and frantic. They pull at each other’s hair, fingers tangling and tugging with painful intensity. Alyssa’s hand finds Alexis’s bikini strap, yanking it downwards as she tries to gain leverage. But Alexis responds by grabbing Alyssa’s wrist and twisting it, forcing her to release her grip. The scuffle SPILLS over into the makeshift ring, where the fight is officially set to begin, the sound of the waves mixing with the odd grunt and squeal as we kick things off in style!

HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Lightweight action!

ROUND 1:
The bell rings just as they tumble into the ring, their bodies intertwined, both trying to gain the upper hand. They exchange punches in close quarters, fists finding their mark on ribs and abs with solid thuds. Ren grits her teeth as she lands a powerful hook to Alyssa’s side, making her gasp in pain. But Lynch responds with a sharp uppercut to Alexis's belly, causing her to double over briefly. After a brief, furious exchange, they separate, taking a moment to assess each other. Alyssa, her hair wild and eyes blazing, starts to circle, her footwork light on the shifting sand, while Ren, her face a mask of concentration, matches her movements, both looking for an opening. They return to more traditional boxing, jabs and hooks flying as they test each other’s defenses. Alyssa finds success early, her punches snapping her rival’s head back and forth. She lands a series of quick, sharp jabs to Ren’s face, causing her to stagger back. But Alexis, unfazed, suddenly retaliates with a powerful straight right to Alyssa’s chin, making her head snap back in turn. Later, Ren follows up with a flurry of punches to the torso, keeping her foe’s guard up whilst each blow lands with a dull thud, her fists sinking into Alyssa’s abs. Lynch grunts away with each hit, but keeps her arms up, absorbing the punishment while looking for an opening, which she finds it with a sudden and swift left hook to the jawline, sending the blonde reeling.

The round progresses with both fighters showing their skills and resilience. Alyssa uses her speed to dart in and out, landing precise punches to Alexis's body and face, who then counters with her own powerful strikes, targeting her midsection with brutal efficiency. Each punch lands with a smack, sending sprays of sand and sweat into the air. As the round nears its end, Alyssa manages to push Alexis back towards the ropes with a series of well-placed body shots off her torso. A punishing hook craters Alexis's side, making her wince and double over. But Alexis, showing her toughness, fires back with a vicious uppercut that grazes her back to the chin, momentarily stunning her. The bell rings to end the first round, and both fighters step back, breathing heavily but still filled with the desire for payback. Alyssa has the edge, having landed more effective punches and pushed Alexis to her limits. However, the fight is far from over, and both women know they’ll need to dig deep to claim victory on this brutal battlefield.

ROUND 2:
Ren adopts a more measured approach, her previous frustration giving way to calculated patience. The blonde model-turned-fighter uses her long reach to keep Lynch at bay, her jabs snapping out with precision. Each punch lands with a satisfying smack against Alyssa's cheek and breasts, marking her opponent with red welts all over. Lynch, her dark hair bouncing with each movement, circles in, looking for openings, wanting to brawl, the sound of their bare feet shifting in the sand punctuated by the sharp connections of odd punches. Soon, Ren's strategy of keeping the fight at long range starts to pay off. She peppers Alyssa to her face with a series of quick jabs, each one landing cleanly and disrupting her rhythm. The blonde fighter’s smirk only grows with each successful hit, her confidence visibly returning. "Come on, Lyssa?" she taunts, her voice dripping with mockery. “Thought you wanted a fight.” Alyssa responds, dipping her head and closing the distance. She lunges forward, planting a solid hook into Ren’s toned midsection after first hounding her to the head. The unexpected punch lands with a resounding whud, causing Ren to momentarily wince. Alyssa’s knuckles dig firm into her opponent's abs, eliciting another grunt as the punch pushes Ren back a couple of steps. However, the blonde beauty quickly regains her composure, her long limbs giving her the advantage to step back and reset her stance.

The two women continue to circle each other, trading punches with increasing intensity. Lynch lands another shot clean to the side of Ren’s body, her fist sinking into the firm flesh just above her navel. The impact draws another sharp exhale from Ren, but she remains composed, her blue eyes locked onto Alyssa’s form, refusing to abandon her guard. As Lynch tries again, she counters with a swift combination, targeting her face instead. Her straight hands connect with the cheekbone and jaw, the force of the punches causing Lynch’s head to snap back slightly, the stinging pain a stark reminder of her opponent’s reach and accuracy. As the round progresses, the psychological warfare intensifies. Ren’s taunts continue, her smirk never fading. "You’re not getting into the Hall of Fame with those weak-ass punches," she sneers, her voice carrying over the sound of the surf. Alyssa’s response is a determined glint in her eye, but the verbal jabs clearly have an effect, fueling her resolve to break through Ren’s defenses. But Ren’s long-range fire proves effective. The sharp jabs to her face accumulate, leaving visible marks and swelling. As the bell rings, both fighters retreat to their corners, their bodies glistening with sweat under the fading sunlight. Ren’s calculated approach has earned her the edge this round, her long-range jabs and psychological tactics giving her a slight advantage. Alyssa, though marked and frustrated, remains undeterred, her mind already plotting her strategy for the next round.

ROUND 3:
The Canadian fighter knows she needs to make a statement and shifts her strategy to a more aggressive approach. She starts with a series of quick steps, her footwork light and purposeful as she closes the distance, her head bobbing and weaving to avoid Ren’s flurries aimed at her face. Her first attack is set up with a clever feint, her shoulders dipping slightly as if preparing for a jab. Alexis, anticipating the move, raises her guard, but Alyssa shifts her weight and pivots on her front foot, delivering a powerful hook to the side of her exposed ribs. The punch lands with a solid whump, the sound of knuckles hitting flesh resonating through the air. Ren’s body jerks to the side, her abs contracting in response to the impact Lynch continues her assault, ducking under a wild counter-swing from Ren, her own head movement swift and precise. Rising up, she hammers a hook into the side of her breasts, causing Ren to grimace again in pain. Suddenly, her fists a blur as she switches targets, another hook crashing into the other side of her rival’s body, which twists with each punch, Ren’s feet struggling to find purchase on the shifting sand. Slowly, Alyssa’s relentless pressure begins to show results. More feints are thrown, causing Ren to instinctively guard high, before plunging a fierce uppercut into her midsection, the punch sinking deep into Ren’s abs, causing her to double over slightly, her breath coming out in short, sharp groans as she backs away.

Ren, trying to regain her footing, attempts to counter with a straight jab. But Alyssa anticipates the move, slipping to the side and letting the punch sail harmlessly past her ear. She pushes her advantage, landing another quick combination to the body, with the final blow landing squarely on her opponent’s sternum. Ren in trouble, and Alyssa knows it. The leaner blonde keeps her guard tight, obscuring her vision, allowing the brunette to rock her to her sides and chest with more choice hooks thud thud thud. Ren tries to brace herself, her abs tightening with each incoming punch, but Alyssa’s fists find their target again and again, a particularly vicious hook catching her right below the ribs, causing her to stumble and groan. Her aggressive tactics pay off, right as Ren’s back hits the ropes tossing a final uppercut straight to her belly, the punch folding Ren in half and lifting slightly off her feet. Ren is bent over and clutching her abdomen as she gasps for breath right as the bell rings. The scorecards reflect Alyssa’s dominance, her aggressive strategy and precise punching earning her the round by a wide margin. Ren retreats to her corner, visibly worn down by the barrage of punches. Her face is flushed, her breathing labored, and her body marked with red welts. Lynch, on the other hand, returns to hers with a determined glint in her eye, her confidence bolstered by her dominant performance in the third round.

ROUND 4:
Ren steps forward with a renewed sense of purpose, her eyes burning with fury. She’s let this b*tch take the offensive too long now, and her footwork is sharp and aggressive as she closes the distance and flicks her jabs out with feints first, drawing Alyssa's guard up and then down. Then, her true targets are revealed: her rival’s chest. The first punch lands squarely on Alyssa’s bikini top, causing her breasts to jiggle violently. Alyssa winces as Ren’s knuckles dig into her tender flesh, the pain shooting through her torso, but here comes another hard shot, Ren’s other glove smacking into her other breast, causing a similar reaction of shock and gasp. Each hit makes Alyssa’s breasts bounce within the red fabric of her bikini top, which strains under the force of the blows. Seeing the effect of her punches, Alexis presses in and delivers a rapid one-two combination, both fists targeting her face instead. The punches connect with a thudding whack off the cheek, causing Lynch to stagger back slightly, her face contorting with pain. On the offensive, Ren continues to mix her attacks, using feints to keep Alyssa off balance. She ducks under a desperate swing from Lynch, her quick footwork allowing her to avoid the counterpunch. Rising up, she drives a powerful uppercut into Alyssa’s midsection, the impact forcing a grunt from the brunette as her abs contract in response.

The fight intensifies as both women grapple for control. Alyssa tries to rally, throwing a hook aimed at Alexis’s ribs, but Ren’s nimble movements make her a difficult target. The blonde responds with another flurry of lefts and rights, each jab finding its mark on her foe’s breasts and body, which keeps Lynch on the defensive, unable to mount a significant counterattack. Towards the end of the round, the two fighters find themselves clinched up against the ropes, their bodies pressed together in a desperate struggle for dominance. Sand kicks up around their feet as they wrestle for position, each trying to gain the upper hand. Their breaths come out hot and heavy while they pound away at each other’s bodies as best they can. Alyssa lands a solid blow to Alexis’s side, but Ren responds with a short, sharp punch again to the side of her breasts, drawing a groan and jolt of pain through her chest, and then a muttered “b*tch” from Lynch’s lips. As the bell rings to signal the end of the fourth round, both women are still locked in a tight embrace, their bodies glistening with sweat and covered in sand, and NEITHER fighter heeds its call. The referee's voice is drowned out by their mutual animosity, both women continuing to grapple and exchange punches in tandem, their bodies jolting and reacting on sheer instinct, with neither wanting to back down!

ROUND 5:
The bell for the fifth round rings, but Alyssa Lynch and Alexis Ren REMAIN entangled, arms pushing on arms, elbows shoved into chest and jawline, blonde and brunette both wrestling and clinching against the ropes from the previous round. But Alyssa begins to overpower her rival. Using her strength, she plants her feet in the sand and pushes Ren back, leveraging her hips and body, before further sapping Ren of her stamina by swiping away at her tummy below, her fists thudding into her sides and abs at every opportunity. The punches are devastating, unexpected, each blow of leather to muscle causing Ren to wince and her muscles to tighten too late. The thud of leather against flesh echoes across the beach, mingling with the sound of the waves, as Ren tries to defend herself, her arms lowering down to protect her body. But this just gives Lynch the chance to get further in her face, snatching gloves steadily at Ren’s navel, each punch making further indents and causing her body to shudder. Bit by bit, Ren is left gasping and bent over, her lips pressed to her hated rival’s shoulder as she struggles to withstand the punishment.

Towards the end of the round, Alyssa ramps up her assault. She alternates her punches, mixing in bigger uppercuts and swings to Ren’s arms in an attempt to break her guard. The powerful blows reverberate through the blonde model’s body, each big hit causing her to grimace and struggle to maintain her stance. But Ren fights back, using her arms and body to defend against the onslaught. She blocks and parries where she can, her muscles straining with the effort, but she can feel the weariness setting in. Alyssa, sensing her opponent's fatigue, pours on the aggression. Her fists crash into Ren’s arms, slowly pushing her back towards the ropes, which tremble under the strain, her guard beginning to falter as they swiftly transition to thud into her sides, Alyssa’s hooks driving into the blonde’s ribs and abs with punishing force. Each punch draws a grunt from Ren, her face contorting in pain as she fights to stay upright. At one point, Alyssa packs her glove straight into the pit of Ren’s belly, her fist driving deep into her navel. The punch lands with a solid thud, causing Alexis to double over, her mouth opening in a silent gasp as the air is driven from her lungs. Alyssa doesn’t let up, her glove digging in and bowling Ren forward more and more, before shifting uppercuts upwards to wham into her guard, trying to break her defenses apart. A final punch sees her glove shoved into Ren’s navel, twisting slightly to maximize the pain, with Ren’s body trembling under the pressure, her legs quivering as she struggles to remain upright. Yet, the blonde fighter shows her resilience, clinging to her guard and trying to weather the storm. She manages to land a few counterpunches, her gloves thudding against Alyssa’s sides and face but they lack the power to deter her opponent. When the bell rings, both fighters are breathing heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat. Alyssa steps in close, a triumphant look in her eyes, her lips brushing against Ren’s ear as she whispers a taunt, returning the favor from earlier in the fight. “How does it feel, Baby Girl?” Alexis, battered but not broken, shoots her a defiant look, before shoving her off, her fighting spirit unshaken. She knows she’s been pushed to her limits, but she’s not ready to give up. As they return to their corners, both women prepare themselves for the next round, knowing that the fight is far from over.

ROUND 6:
Ren’s nostrils flare with fury, her eyes locked onto her rival. All the taunts and aggression from the previous rounds have pushed her to the edge, and now she’s determined to reclaim control. She strides to the center of the makeshift ring, her fists clenched and ready, her body braced for what’s to come. Alyssa meets her there in the center, and without hesitation, both women unleash a barrage of hooks, their bodies twisting with the force of each punch. Ren’s hooks turn Alyssa’s head to the side, her jaw clenching, while Lynch’s punches rock her to the body back, causing her abs to tighten and her breath to catch. It’s a heavy exchange, Alexis digs deep, her sheer willpower and grit driving her forward. She forces Alyssa back after a powerful uppercut snaps into her chin, leaving her momentarily dazed. And here comes Ren, targeting what ever openings are available and making up for lost time! Her fists crash into Lynch’s toned belly with deep, resonant thuds, each punch driving the air from her lungs and causing her abs to spasm. Then, her attacks move higher, striking Alyssa’s breasts with a force that causes them to jiggle violently within her bikini top. The string strains, the fabric barely holding together her assets, and most importantly, forces Lynch to cover up with a squeal, her guard raised to protect herself. This is what Ren wants, throwing more lefts and rights at the brunette’s unprotected midsection, each punch sinking deep into the sides of her tummy, forcing Alyssa’s body to jerk and back away.

In a final move, Alexis throws a flurry straight to Alyssa’s face, drawing her arms up, before driving another vicious hook aimed directly at her breast. The force of the punch connects with Lynch’s right breast, so powerful that it arcs her orbs to the side and worst, tears through the fabric of her bikini top, ripping it completely off and leaving her rival exposed! Alyssa gasps in shock, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and disbelief, as she feels the cool sea breeze now on the surface of her chest! The sudden disrobing adds to her disorientation, allowing a grinning Ren to knock them sideways with several wild punches before the bell rings. Lynch, clutching at her torn bikini top, tries to cover herself as best she can, but that just allows the blonde to rock her to her face several times, before another a sharp uppercut catches her on her chin, another into the base of one her exposed breasts, Lynch’s body arching and aching badly from the accumulated assault. The shock and humiliation are evident on her face, but she remains standing. Seeing Alyssa dazed and vulnerable, Alexis Ren steps in close to clinch and grapple with her opponent. Her legs crisscross Alyssa’s, her toned thighs pressing firmly against Lynch’s to immobilize her. She presses her hips tightly to hers, using her body to control and dominate the struggling brunette. Alyssa tries to resist, her hands pushing against Ren’s shoulders, but her grip is too strong. But Ren leaves a deliberate gap between their torsos, creating just enough space to unleash more of her uppercuts. Ren’s fists snap upward, connecting with Alyssa’s chin and the base of her exposed breasts. Each uppercut lands with a solid thud, causing Lynch’s head to snap back and her body to arch. The clinch is tight and intimate, their bodies locked together in a struggle for dominance. Alexis’s breath is hot and heavy against Alyssa’s skin, her smirk widening with each successful punch. She leans in close, her lips brushing against Alyssa’s forehead and then her lips as she whispers her taunts. “You’re going down in the next round, baby,” Ren hisses, her voice low and menacing. The proximity of her words adds an extra layer of psychological warfare, her breath mingling with Alyssa’s as she maintains her grip. Alyssa’s struggles grow weaker, her attempts to break free becoming more desperate as Ren continues to dominate. Each uppercut drives deeper into her body, Ren’s glove deliberately packing into the center of her stomach, and staying there longer than it should, forcing the pain to radiate through Alyssa’s core. But Lynch remains defiant, her eyes flashing with hatred even as her strength wanes. The bell finally rings, but Alexis holds her position for a moment longer, savoring the control she has. She presses her lips close to Alyssa’s ear, delivering one final taunt before being pulled off by the referee. The round has clearly taken its toll, with Lynch’s exposed breasts still throbbing as she steps towards her corner, but her spirit remains unbroken.

ROUND 7:
Alyssa's bikini top is still in shambles, the strings hanging limp around her neck and chest, leaving her partially exposed. Ren smirks as she storms out of the corner, sensing the prime opportunity to finish her off, and for the first two minutes, she targets Alyssa’s bare breasts, using her foe’s partial embarrassment to score points. Each jab flurry lands with a solid whack, causing those exposed orbs to bounce and strain, the repeated blows eliciting sharp gasps from Lynch. Alyssa herself looks hella demoralized, struggling against the instinct to just cover up her assets and instead get her mind back to winning this fight. The lack of any spectators makes it easier, of course, and she weathers the storm with gusto, biding her time, and when Ren, entirely too focused on attacking her chest, leaves her guard down, she ducks under a particularly wild swing before COUNTERING with a powerful hook to her jawline, another swift hook to the side of her ribs, before a wickedly sharp uppercut blasts into her chin to end the trifecta combo. Ren looks flabbergasted as she stumbles back, suddenly caught off-balance and reeling, and sensing her chance, Alyssa presses forward with her own snarl, hungry for payback. Her punches come in bunches, targeting portions of Ren’s own midsection and chest. She drives her back across the ring with powerful hooks and uppercuts, using feints to pester her head before rocking her body with the odd, shudder of leather smacking into the tummy, forcing Ren’s form to shake and her breath to hitch in her throat. The sound of leather spanking on flesh soon fills the air, but it’s no longer Ren’s gloves making contact, as the once-wiley blonde gets pushed and bullied to the ropes, desperately to hold on for another minute or so. This time, Alyssa steps in close, positioning herself to the side to maximize the power of her blows. She begins pounding on Ren’s navel and abs with well-placed hooks, each punch digging deeper and deeper into her opponent’s midsection. Ren’s body bends over with each hit, her abs contracting painfully as she struggles to stay upright. But Alyssa doesn’t let up, using her elbows and forearms to stack Ren up against the turnbuckle, before shoving her gloves straight into the battered blonde’s chest or shoulders to keep her in place.

Towards the end of the round, Alyssa shifts her focus upwards. With Ren covering up and stunned, Lynch delivers her own series of brutal uppercuts to the base of her breasts, each punch lifting her orbs temporarily into the air, drawing loud urks of pain, and causing her black bikini top to strain even further. Finally, swinging her hips low, then all the way high, an uppercut cuts through the base of her arms and smacks into Ren’s left breast -- there’s the sudden SNAP of the bikini top fabric giving way to the combined abuse, resulting in one of the blonde’s breasts getting popped out of its socket completely, and left exposed to the elements! Ren doesn’t have any time to register her own shock, as the rest of her attire simply wilts from the sudden lack of pressure keeping the strings around her neck taut and firm, and as her top goes sliding down her sweat-slicked chest, so does her other breast easily come loose! The tide had turned in the fight, with Alyssa delivering another brutal punch to Ren's belly, folding her over again and again, her breasts swinging wildly in the salty air now, to the point where Ren’s butt was forced to rest on the middle rope itself, her body hunched and cut in half and heaving for air. The only thing stopping her from falling through the ropes entirely was the brunette’s still firm grip on her head and neck, clutching her form in a wicked embrace. Alyssa, eyes blazing, kept Ren in the ring, refusing to let her escape the last seconds of punishment. Now, with her exposed chest in range, she swiftly targeted her hanging orbs instead, using the pair like a speed bag, rocking them with hooks from the side. The soft flesh of Ren's breasts yielded and jolted under the assault, forcing. Ren's eyes wide with pain, her mouth opening in gasps and cries as she tried to endure the torment with an "oof" or "uhh”, and then higher-pitched whimpers down the line, a mix of "ahh" and "ngh" as the pain radiated through the rest of her body. Alyssa's punches then traveled to the side of her face, snapping her head to the side with each hit. The repeated blows left Ren dazed, her body slumping even more over the ropes. But Alyssa's grip on her head and neck tightened, keeping her in place and ensuring that every punch found its mark.

With Ren now thoroughly beaten and barely able to stand, Alyssa decided to assert her control even further. She pulled Ren's stunned face to her own bare chest, making sure that Ren's lips were pressed to the curves of her breasts. The intimate and humiliating gesture was a stark display of her superiority, as Ren's lips, parted and panting, rested against the soft curves of her cleavage, her breath hot and uneven. Leaning down, Alyssa whispered taunts into the top of her rival’s head, her voice low and filled with venom. "How does it feel, baby girl? To be completely owned?" In response, Ren's body trembled in Alyssa's grip, her arms pushing weakly at Lynch’s torso and hips, unable to fight back. Finally, when the bell rings, the referee firmly pulls on ALyssa’s shoulder, ordering her to relinquish her hold. She does so most reluctantly, and allows the battered Ren to collapse through the ring-ropes, half her face and body kicking up sand as she stays there for too long, before the referee helps her back to her corner. It’s not the end of this fight just yet, folks!

ROUND 8:
First half of the eighth and Ren scores her revenge, having ignored her own torn-off attire and immediately going back to making Alyssa pay for earlier. A quick double-whammy of a combo first pancakes one of ALyssa’s breasts before a haymaker stuns her to the bottom half of her face, sending her reeling sideways with a groan. It’s a signal for Ren to charge, and charge in she does, her punches flying in from all directions, forcing her fellow Vixen to cover up or get knocked out. By the second minute, Lynch is out of breath and dazed in the corner, hanging on to either side of the top rope as Ren uses her body as a punching bag, slamming away at tit and torso with all the remaining strength she has left.

And just like that, the fight had reached a critical point. The beach arena, with its makeshift ringposts and soft sand underfoot, sees Alyssa swaying tiredly on her feet, her eyes glazed, as she presses her back and butt against one of the corner ring-posts for extra support. Her body, battered and bruised, struggles to remain upright, as Alexis stands in front of her, a smirk spreading wide on her lips as she relishes her apparent dominance in these final seconds. "You look done, Alyssa," Ren taunts, her voice dripping with mockery. She places her glove under Alyssa's chin, holding the brunette’s head steady and forcing her to maintain eye contact. Her eyes can only flutter back, struggling to focus, whilst her body heaves in and out, barely able to respond. With a cruel grin, Ren takes her time, delivering a series of hooks to either side of her face. Each punch lands with a sharp crack, snapping Alyssa's head from side to side, her cheeks soon reddening from the repeated blows. Each blast sees Alyssa's knees buckle slightly, her entire form rotated in a halfwards circle, but the corner ringpost and close proximity of the ropes on either side keeps her from collapsing completely. "Stay with me, baby," Ren whispers, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. She shifts her focus, driving hooks into the sides of her belly instead, the punches more taunting than truly forceful, designed to elicit reactions from her weakened opponent. Alyssa's abdomen contracts, her muscles straining to absorb the blows. Her breathing becomes a mixture of pained exclamations and suppressed groans as the skin around her sides throbs for respite. "What's the matter, Alyssa? Can't handle a little love tap?" Ren taunts, her voice filled with malicious glee, holding her by the waist and delivering another hook to the side of her stomach, enjoying the way her body reacts.

Alyssa's breaths come in short, labored gasps, her body drenched in sweat. But there’s defiance in her eyes. She knows she can't give up, not now, not when so much is at stake. The fight is far from over, and somewhere deep within her, a spark of defiance still burns. Just as Ren pulls back and drives another fist across her breasts, Alyssa steels herself and braces. The sting of leather is sharp and jolting, but it’s nothing compared to the return hook she sends across Ren’s face with an a sharpened Oufff! Ren is stunned for a moment, but then fire ignites once again on her face, and she follows up with another, and another strike, determined to beat this rival of hers into submission once and for all.

But Alyssa Lynch has the same idea, and the two hellions trade leather in close quarters, each targeting the most sensitive parts that will see the other girl finally break and go down. Ren makes the mistake of focusing fire on Lynch’s breasts, leaving herself exposed both high and low, and her head starts eating snap uppercut after snap uppercut, her base of her chin just taking a whomping as her eyes soon glaze over and she sees her vision swimming, the sky above and gathering stars appearing in a swirling mess of chaos. With a warcry, Lynch pushes herself off the turnbuckle and CHARGES forth. Ren tries to put up a guard, but Alyssa's punches break through and send her sprawling towards the other end of the ring, as powerful overhands catch Ren right on the jaw or thump into the side of her bruised abs. The final nail in the coffin is a suddenly swerve to the right to avoid a counter-hook from Ren, before Alyssa swerves in and catches her rival clean on the base of her chin, sending her gleaming chompers clattering shut and her eyes glazing over and up into her skull! OUFFF!

Immediately, Ren goes limp, staggering for several steps before her legs just GIVE OUT completely! She collapses forward with a groan, but Alyssa is MORE than ready, positioning herself perfectly to catch her falling opponent. She wraps her arms around Alexis's body during its descent, hugging her close and aiding her along the way, as Ren’s shocked face makes contact with the swell of her breasts, the blonde fighter’s lips brushing against the firm curves of her cleavage before slowly gliding down the center of her tummy and abs. Finally, Ren’s parted lips come to rest near Lynch’s navel, and her arms hang limply at her sides, gloves still occasionally twitching in a futile attempt to push away from this debacle. Her legs are entirely spent beneath her, her knees sinking into the sand as her body succumbs to the combined exhaustion and pain of this unfortunate evening! From above, Alyssa looks down at her, her eyes filled with fierceness, and then she turns to the shocked referee, still wondering if this counts as a knockdown. “Start the f*cking count,” she huffs out, her voice still dripping with contempt. “...Five... six... seven...” the referee’s voice echoes across the beach. There are small signs of Alexis attempts to push herself up, her arms trembling, but her eyes continue to be squeezed shut, her struggles for breath still labored across Alyssa’s braced tummy and abs. Her legs scrape against the uneven sand below, but it’s soon clear that her strength has entirely failed her. By the count of ten, the poor girl remains clutched on the sand, her breasts heaving, her lips still pressed to the belly of her rival. Just like that, it’s OVER!

Official Result: Alyssa Lynch defeats Alexis Ren via KO8!

AFTER:
Last thing the cameras catch on this fateful beach: Alyssa hauling Ren up by two handfuls of dirty hair, then yanking her head back roughly. Ren is still stunned and gasping for breath, and their faces are inches apart, but not for long.

Alyssa smiles, leans in, before pressing her lips firmly against her rival’s. The final taunt is intimate and humiliating, as her lips move against Ren’s, their breaths mingling amidst one girl’s triumph, and another’s struggle. Their lips move thusly against each other, Alyssa's dominant, forceful, relishing the taste of her opponent’s defeat, whereas Ren's continue to tremble and pull away.

“Who’s beaten now, b*tch?” Alyssa murmurs, her voice barely a whisper, but more than enough to register with Ren’s lips in such close proximity.

Lynch then tosses the beaten girl off to the side, and stumbles out of the ring, her own battered body beginning the long road to recovery. Her ups and downs continue to weigh on her shoulders, with Ren’s comments and taunts at the very start of the evening still ringing true: she may have qualified for the Hall, but not without any other accolades to her name.

Still, if Alyssa can count one accomplishment throughout her long and hard-fought career, it would be Ren’s broken form, still lying in the center of the sand dunes, twitching slightly, her heavy breaths still splaying sand in short spurts. Both rivals may have reached a milestone tonight, but you know what they say: the night’s still young, and tempers still hot.

Goodnight and good luck! Thank you to all for joining us tonight for VIX: Fall from Grace @ the Niagara Falls Center. We’d like to thank the League of Mighty Women and the Queens of Absolution for allowing their girls to participate, and to Lookout! Boxing for assisting with the organization. See you next time!