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VIX: FALL FROM GRACE @ THE NIAGARA FALLS CENTER

Posted by caspian on 14 July 2024 at 10:12 am

(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)

3. Kyra Santoro vs. Saraya Bevis II

Kyra:
(30, 5’7, 118, 51:21 FCBA, VIXENs)

Saraya:
(31, 5’8, 8:8 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

BEFORE:
Up next, the mood at the Niagara Falls Center is charged as the pre-fight press conference for Kyra Santoro versus Saraya Bevis Part II gets underway. Fans and media alike buzz in their seats, eager to witness the verbal sparring ahead of the physical showdown and rematch between these two Bantamweights.

First, Kyra steps up to the podium, her demeanor calm but her eyes betraying a fierce desire for redemption. Since their last bout back in 2022, where she suffered a TKO5 loss to Bevis, she has focused intensely on conditioning, specifically strengthening her core to better absorb the Brit wrestler’s body attacks. She addresses the controversial end to their last fight, expressing her belief that the stoppage was premature and that she's more prepared than ever. "Let's face it. Last time, the ref called it too early. This time, I'm leaving no doubt in anyone's mind. My abs are ready for whatever Bevis can dish out, and I'm ready to pound her into mush."

Saraya follows the cocky statement with her own swagger and roll of the eyes, her confidence as potent as her dismissive attitude. So far, ever since joining the Queens, she’s maintained a solid record against even more solid competition, and is clearly setting her sights beyond this rematch, possibly even eyeing the Bantamweight title. Now, she scoffs at the idea that Kyra will pose a significant challenge this time around. "Little miss Vixen is just a stepping stone, really. I'm aiming for the gold. As for those abs of hers, we'll, we'll see how much they help when she's gasping for air on the ground yet again."

The rematch tonight is billed as a classic tale of redemption versus confirmation, with Kyra seeking to redeem her previous loss and Saraya looking to confirm her superiority in the ring. Promotions in the days leading up to the fight highlight their budding rivalry, playing clips from their previous encounter and training montages that showcase each fighter's preparations and improvements.

In one such cut promo, Kyra's strategy in this fight involves being more aggressive, planning to surprise Saraya with the same tactics that were used against her—focusing on body shots and close-range combat to turn the tables. Saraya, meanwhile, continues to refine her already formidable skills, with particular emphasis on her punching power and endurance, ready to prove that her previous victory was no fluke. A closeup shot of the Vixen's pulsing, Sweat-slicked tummy says it all: Kyra's spent weeks leading up to this fight making sure her abs don't fail her again. This is of course contrasted with Saraya's well documented love for the cameras, herself blowing kisses and smirking straight into the lens, whilst flexing those biceps.

As the press conference continues, Kyra, typically more reserved and respectful, steps up her game in response to Saraya's trash talk. She retorts, "Talk all you want, Missy, but once we're in the ring, it's just you and me, and all that hot air won't save your tummy."

Saraya, never one to back down, smirks and responds, "Save me? I'll be too busy saving the crowd from the boredom of watching you try to keep up."

The crucial weigh-ins and staredown follow their verbal sparring, with both fighters preparing to step onto the scales and face off. With a focused expression, Kyra removes her outer clothing first , revealing a lean, well-defined physique that speaks volumes about her intense preparation for this fight. She steps onto the scale; the digital numbers roll and settle, confirming her weight. Her physical readiness is apparent, deliberate flexing her abs and both arms to the cheers. Saraya follows her example, exuding her own cockiness and a dismissive smirk as she discards her outer robe. Standing slightly taller, her physique is equally impressive, showcasing the results of a rigorous training regimen aimed at defending her previous victory. Her nonstop schedule competing in the AEW ring has also kept her lean and mean, and as she steps on the scale, her weight is announced, and she nods, satisfied, her gaze already locked on Kyra, awaiting the next phase of their confrontation.

The moment for the staredown arrives, heightening the tension in the room. Kyra and Saraya step towards each other, their movements deliberate, each step measured. They come face to face in the center of the stage, the tips of their nostrils and pursed lips almost brushing. Neither fighter backs down; their eyes remain locked, chins upturned, lashes flashing contempt. Continuing their psychological warfare, both fighters raise their fists simultaneously, not to strike, but to intimidate. Their knuckles press in more than gently against the other girl’s toned waistline and abs, the provocative gesture symbolic and as a direct challenge to the core strength each fighter has boasted about before, and a reminder of the body abuse that has been a focal point of their rivalry.

Kyra balled fist is curled and upturned, positioned squarely to the center of Saraya's sculpted abdomen. The contact is firm and deliberate, her knuckles indenting the Brit wrestler's toned muscles—a silent but powerful challenge to her boasted resilience. Then, her lips barely moving, she whispers tauntingly, "Hope you're ready to feel these hands, Bevis. This time, you won't stand for long."

The visual is striking: Kyra, focused and assertive, her arm extended with precision, and Saraya, her initial reaction a slight tightening of her gaze in defiance, a quick intake of breath acknowledging the pressure, but refusing to yield to it. The crowd can almost feel the tension, watching Saraya's tummy compress and fight against the steady force of Kyra's fist. Reacting almost immediately, Saraya simply smirks back, a flash of competitive fire sparking in her eyes. Then, she mirrors her opponent's provocation, balling her own fist and shoving it squarely into Kyra's tummy, just above the navel. This time, her punch lands with slightly more force, the outline of those darkly-painted nails still visible amidst the slight indent of the Vixen's abdomen. The Queen responds with a smirk, sensing Kyra's discomfort and twisted expression. "Dream on, Kyra. I'll have you folded up on the canvas, just like last time."

The tension reaches its peak, and the fight officials, recognizing the need to maintain control, step in to gently pull the fighters apart. Kyra and Saraya slowly back away, their fists lowering but their eyes still locked in a fierce, unyielding stare..

A day later, the final moments are ticking down before the bell, with Kyra Santoro and Saraya Bevis making their last-minute preparations in the ring. In one corner, Kyra is dressed in a dark emerald green sports bra paired with matching trunks that highlight her toned physique. Her gloves are also emerald green, but a shade darker, and marked with her initials in bold, metallic gold, adding a touch of personal flair. Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a tight, secure ponytail, ensuring nothing distracts her during the fight.

Saraya, known for her bold presence, steps into the ring with her trademark confidence. She wears a striking black and red sports bra and trunks combo. The outfit is trimmed with subtle silver accents that shimmer under the arena lights as she moves. Her gloves are a glossy black with red accents, complementing her outfit perfectly, and her hair is styled in a practical braided bun, keeping it neatly away from her face.

In their respective corners, both fighters engage in light shadowboxing, throwing sharp, precise punches into the air. Kyra focuses on her footwork, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, throwing a series of jabs and hooks to the air.

Saraya, on the other hand, stretches her arms and rotates her shoulders, her movements smooth and confident. She practices her signature hooks and uppercuts, deliberately swinging those practice punches lower as though imagining the space in front of her was Kyra's own tummy.

And HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action! Let's get it on!

ROUND 1:
The bell rings, and both girls step towards each other with purpose, their eyes locked in fury. The crowd falls into a hush as the fighters close the distance in just a few strides, before the action begins with an unspoken agreement to test the strength of each other’s core. They trade heavy body punches in the opening salvo, each fighter bracing herself, tightening her abs and planting her feet firmly on the mat, ready to absorb, before the sound of gloves thudding against muscle and flesh fills the arena, each hit echoing the intensity of their commitment to break the other in half. Kyra, using her slightly shorter stature to her advantage, dips low and powers away with powerful hooks to the midsection, her gloves sinking deep into the flesh below Saraya’s ribs, making the muscles in the immediate vicinity ripple and groan from each impact. Saraya grimaces but maintains her posture, responding in kind with her own series of calculated uppercuts that counter her hooks, targeting the lower part of Kyra’s abdomen. Each uppercut is delivered in turn with enough power to push Kyra back slightly, after the glove packs into her braced abs to test her balance and core strength.

The Vixen absorbs these blows, her face set in concentration, then shifts her weight and comes back with her own hooks. A follow-up left hook, in particular, lands flush against Saraya’s pale side, eliciting a sharp breath from the Brit, who shakes it off and tries to look unshaken. As the exchange continues, both fighters show excellent control over their movements. Kyra maneuvers to either side of Saraya, trying to find angles for her hooks, while Saraya uses her height advantage to keep her at a slight distance, making it harder for punches to land without coming within range of her own powerful counters. The final seconds of the round see a flurry of activity as Kyra and Saraya each try to assert dominance. Kyra sneaks in a couple more solid body shots, driving Saraya towards the ropes, and Saraya, suddenly feeling the pressure, ramps up her defense and manages to block the remaining number before countering with a strong right hand that dips between the arms and sinks into Kyra’s tummy just as the bell rings. At the bell, the judges score the round closely, but Kyra’s aggressive approach and successful landing of several key hooks give her a slight edge. She returns to her corner with a nod of satisfaction, her breathing heavy but controlled, feeling pumped at the strong opening. Saraya, meanwhile, acknowledges her corner’s advice with a determined glance, ready to adjust her strategy. Both fighters remain poised and focused, aware that this is just the beginning of a grueling battle.

ROUND 2:
Bevis demonstrates a masterclass in technique at the start of the second, blending her own wrestling background with superior boxing skills to dominate the first minute. From the start, she shows off adept defensive skills, sharp head movements dodging Kyra’s aggressive jabs, swaying her body side-to-side with a fluidity that frustrates the brunette’s attempts to land any solid hits. Saraya's guard is high and tight, her gloves positioned expertly to block and parry incoming blows, minimizing their impact. Then, recognizing openings during these exchanges, the Brit fighter capitalizes each time Kyra throws a punch and misses, stepping in and launching her own powerful body shots that thud into Kyra’s abs beneath her arms. Not just that -- Saraya uses clinch tactics, at moments grabbing hold of her foe’s shoulders whenever Kyra comes too close, using her wrestling prowess to hug their bodies close and control her movement and balance. In these clinches, Saraya is the one who’s stable and free to deliver punishing shots to the ribs and side of the face. And once Santoro has been softened up enough, Bevis simply shifts her weight and suddenly DRIVES more powerful uppercuts into the center of her abdomen, that upturned glove sinking into the flesh just above Kyra’s pulsing navel. As the round progresses, the toll of these body shots becomes increasingly evident: Kyra’s movements grow slower, her breaths deeper and more labored. Each uppercut forces the Vixen to double over slightly more, her arms still protecting her face and chin but visibly struggling against the continuous barrage to her stomach. The bell rings soon after, but not before Saraya keeps her tight grasp and drives another pumping shot into the heaving girl’s belly. Santoro lets out a groan and looks about to go down, but stumbling back, manages to steady herself against the ropes. On Saraya’s face is the same smug expression, as she raises her glove to her lips and plants a kiss on it. “Feel familiar, Kyra? Just like last time, ain’t it?”

ROUND 3:
Santoro, driven by the need to reclaim the fight’s momentum, comes out with a noticeably more aggressive and somewhat unorthodox strategy. Right from the outset, she employs quick, unexpected elbow shots during her close exchanges, catching Bevis off-guard indeed as she’s given a taste of her own wrestling madness. Stunned from another unexpected forearm to the jawline (which the referee didn’t see), Kyra cleverly integrates thrusts of her knee up into the base of Saraya’s thighs as they clinch, aiming to hamper mobility further. As the round progresses, both fighters engage in a fierce exchange of punches. Frustrated and growling, both girls trade heavy leather, each landing solid blows to the face and body. But it’s Kyra who begins to assert more control over the winded and stunned Saraya, who gets wrestled towards the ropes, her stockier hips pressed in to pin her foe up against the barrier. And there, with Bevis trying to break free, Kyra unleashes a series of devastating uppercuts, each glove meticulously aimed at Saraya’s tattoo-ed midsection, more than a couple of psychological jabs at the very symbols of personal significance, located above her navel. Santoro heaves and uses her body to press her advantage. She knows she’s got Saraya where she wants her to be, and so she positions herself squarely in front, her glove raised and ready. The first uppercut whistles through the air, landing with a deep, resonant thwack against Saraya’s taut abdomen. The impact causes her tummy muscles to visibly contract, her skin reddening upon the harsh contact. Each subsequent uppercut follows a similar pattern, the sound of leather impacting flesh—a rhythmic thud, thud, thud—each strike methodically marking a new imprint of leather on reddened skin. Saraya, still braced against the ropes, attempts to shield her midsection with her gloves, but the force and speed of Kyra’s punches make it difficult to mount an effective defense. With each hit, her body rocks back against the ropes, her feet shuffling in an instinctive search for stability. She grits her teeth, trying to absorb the impacts, her face contorting in pain. Her breathing becomes heavier, each breath drawn with effort as she tries to manage the pain and prepare for the next blow, which comes with a mighty heave of power from the Vixen, thrusting her glove deeper into her abdomen, the contours of her glove folding flesh and forcing Saraya to buckle under the pressure. As the bell rings, Kyra doesn’t step back immediately. Instead, she leans in close to a winded Saraya, mimicking the earlier intimacy but with a twist of her own words, “How's that feel, Saraya? Not so tough when you’re the one pinned down, huh?” Her tone is mocking, her breath hot against her ear, ensuring her words hit as hard as her punches. Kyra steps back finally, her chest heaving but her eyes alight with the fire of a fighter back in contention. She walks to her corner with a renewed swagger, her confidence visibly restored by her performance in the round. Saraya, meanwhile, straightens up with effort, her expression one of pain mixed with resolve, as she processes the physical and psychological impact of the round. The judges score the round widely in favor of Kyra, marking a significant shift in the fight’s momentum.

ROUND 4:
After enduring a tough third round, Bevis comes out with renewed ferocity and a clear intent to turn the tide of the fight. From the outset, she launches into a frenzy of activity. She capitalizes on every opportunity, especially when the referee's view is obstructed, to incorporate some questionable tactics, cleverly sneaking in her own knee lifts and elbows during their frequent clinches, each strike aimed to disorient Kyra and break her rhythm. During one particularly close exchange, Saraya even thrusts her forehead forward in a not-so-subtle headbutt, catching the Vixen off-guard as her head is whipped back, causing her to stagger back slightly, dazed. Saraya switches to more orthodox but aggressive punches, targeting Kyra’s face and body with heavy blows. Each punch Saraya lands is loaded with intent, her gloves sailing in without strategy and smashing into Kyra’s arms, testing her resilience. Kyra, feeling the sting of those illegal moves, quickly loses her own composure. Anger flares within her as she abandons her earlier strategic approach, driven by sheer rage. She engages Saraya in a grueling clinch against the ropes, where both fighters exchange brutal punches to the pit of each other’s bellies. And when they break from the clinch momentarily, both fighters unleash snap uppercuts, aiming for the chin in a bid to deliver a decisive blow that could shift the round’s momentum. Saraya positions her body with expert precision against Kyra's, using her wrestling experience to dominate the close quarters. She presses her chest firmly against Kyra's, leveraging her weight to keep her opponent pinned against the ropes. With her left arm securing her neck and upper body, Saraya uses her right to deliver devastating knee lifts to Kyra's lower abs. Each knee lift lands with a sharp, painful "thwack," causing Kyra to bend over, her face contorted in agony. The force of Saraya's knees repeatedly drives into Kyra’s stomach, bending her at the waist and leaving her gasping for breath. Satisfied with the damage inflicted, Saraya shifts her position slightly, still maintaining her firm grip on Kyra. She steps back just enough to create space for her right hand, which she then uses to deliver a powerful hook to Kyra's face. The punch snaps Kyra's head to the side, momentarily stunning her and causing her to slump further against the ropes. Seizing the opportunity, Saraya moves her body closer again, pressing her hips firmly against Kyra's to keep her pinned. She positions her legs inside Kyra’s, crisscrossing them to prevent any chance of escape. Her body is now in perfect alignment, allowing her to generate maximum power with her uppercuts. With a cruel smile, Saraya pulls back her right arm and drives a short, snappy uppercut into the center of Kyra's navel. The punch lands with a deep "puhh," the sound of leather meeting flesh echoing through the arena. Kyra’s body jerks with the impact, her abs contracting desperately to withstand the blow. Saraya’s knuckles dig into Kyra’s stomach, the force driving deep into her navel. Saraya's left arm, still wrapped around Kyra’s neck, pulls her head back, forcing Kyra to look into her eyes. "You’re going to break, Kyra. I can feel it," she taunts, her voice low and mocking. She holds her fist in Kyra’s navel for several seconds, grinding her knuckles into the soft flesh, causing Kyra to gasp in pain. Saraya withdraws her fist only to deliver another brutal uppercut to Kyra’s navel. The repeated punches land with a steady beat, each one driving deeper and deeper into her abs. Kyra’s body shudders with each impact, her muscles trembling as they struggle to cope with the onslaught. As Kyra’s knees buckle and her body slumps further against the ropes, Saraya's dominance becomes clear. She maintains her tight grip on Kyra, her control unyielding. The crowd watches in awe, the intensity of the moment captivating their attention. Each punch, each twist of Saraya's knuckles into Kyra’s navel, is a testament to her determination to break her opponent’s spirit and body. The brutal display of power leaves a lasting impression on everyone watching, showcasing Saraya's unyielding spirit and mastery in the ring. Chaos and ferocity abound, but Saraya manages to maintain a slight edge in terms of points. Her ability to mix underhanded tactics with powerful, clean punches whenever visible to the judges works to her advantage. As the bell rings, both fighters step back, chests heaving, faces marked with the physical signs of the battle they’ve just endured. Saraya, breathing heavily but with a slight smirk, appears satisfied that her aggressive strategy paid off, if only just slightly on the scorecards. Kyra, still seething with anger and frustration, is reminded by her corner to regain focus and not let emotions override her strategy.

ROUND 5:
Bevis looks to replicate her previous round's aggressive start. Charging forward, she aims to overwhelm with a flurry of punches, seeking to push Kyra back to the ropes as she had successfully done before. This time, however, Kyra is prepared. She braces her core, her stance solid and unyielding, absorbing an initial barrage without giving ground. Each of Saraya's punches meets a well-fortified defense that are her braced abs, with Kyra’s training and resolve evident as she refuses to be driven back. Finding her footing and timing Saraya's rhythms, Kyra begins her counterattack. She unleashes a series of stern haymakers, the first bomb of a right hand catching Saraya off-guard as it sinks straight into her mouth, snapping her head back and halting her momentum. Subsequent blows increase in intensity, each landing with a thud that reverberates through her frame, leaving her dazed and disoriented and walking back! AND HERE COMES SANTORO! She drives a stunned Saraya back into the corner of the ring, positions her body to pin the dazed girl in place, who can only attempt to guard against yet another assault on her body. With her left arm wrapped tightly around Saraya's neck and the back of her head, Kyra’s grip is firm and unyielding, pulling her heaving form close. The first punch lands with a solid "whud" just above Saraya's navel, causing her abs to tremble and contract instinctively. Kyra's glove withdraws and immediately crashes back into Saraya's stomach, this time below the navel, eliciting a sharp gasp. Another dip of the shoulders, and Kyra sweeps more powerful left and right hooks into the sides of her stomach, the sound of leather spanking flesh filling the arena, punctuated by Saraya's pained grunts and the audible reactions from the crowd.

And the punches keep coming, alternating between Saraya's upper and lower abdomen, causing her body to twist and convulse under the force! Her attempts to guard herself are futile. Her arms, though trying to cover her midsection, are pushed aside by Kyra's forceful thrusts. With each punch, her body jerks, and her legs begin to buckle. The pressure on her abs is too much to withstand, and she begins to slump against Kyra's supporting arm. Meanwhile, Kyra's taunts are low and mocking, her breath hot against Saraya’s ear. "How's that tummy holding up, huh?" she sneers, her voice dripping with condescension, as another glove smacks straight into the center of her abs again, drawing another painful gasp. "Thought you were gonna teach me a lesson?” In the intense heat of the bout, the Queen finds herself trapped against the corner, each breath more labored than the last. Physically cornered and overwhelmed, her breaths come in gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to draw air deep enough to steady her shaking limbs. Her lips are parted, dry and moving slightly as if she's whispering pleas or curses that can't quite find their voice. Saraya's eyelids flutter, a mixture of fatigue and pain clouding her vision as she struggles to maintain focus. Her abdomen, a direct target for Kyra’s punishing blows, shows signs of distress—reddening from the impacts from each glove burrowing inwards, the skin pulsing with each heartbeat, a stark contrast to the pale fear that washes over her face. Then, the final moment -- Kyra senses the imminent victory, and draws back her glove, her eyes narrowing as she targets the exact spot on Saraya's already tenderized midsection. With a swift, explosive motion, she drives her final uppercut deep into her foe’s lower abdomen, right below the navel—a critical point to maximize impact. The punch lands with a muffled, powerful thud, its force causing Saraya's entire body to buckle on itself. Immediately, her body folds her over as if she’s momentarily forgotten its ability to stand upright. Her arms, which had feebly attempted to block the incoming assault, fall away, leaving her utterly defenseless. Then, her knees buckle, leaning into Kyra’s frame, who stands momentarily as both support and victor. Her face, twisted in pain, comes close to the Vixen’s, her breath hot and heavy against her cheek, then neck, then chest… The support is fleeting, and as Kyra steps aside, Saraya slides down the Vixen’s frame, the last of her strength giving way as she CRUMPLES to the canvas! It’s a brutal KNOCKDOWN and comeback for Kyra Santoro, who heaves and pounds her chest above! The referee gives the Brit the benefit of a full ten-count but it ain’t no use! Saraya isn’t recovering from this setback! There’s the bell, folks!

Official Result: Kyra Santoro defeats Saraya Bevis via KO5!

AFTER:
Kyra, still breathing heavily from the fight's intensity, methodically removes her gloves, her eyes never leaving the prone form of Saraya on the canvas. With a deliberate calmness that belies her adrenaline, she bends down and grasps Saraya’s disheveled hair, and with a firm grip, hauls the beaten girl up, ensuring she is conscious enough to experience what comes next.

Saraya, stunned and exhausted from the bout and the devastating final blow, struggles to find her bearings. Beneath, her sore belly throbs painfully with each movement, and even as she’s pulled to her feet, her legs wobble, barely supporting her weight. Kyra tightens her hold on the reams of Saraya’s shorts, gripping her securely, before beginning the walk of shame around the ring.

Saraya, her pride wounded but intact, tries to resist at first. Every few steps, she gathers her waning strength and struggles against Kyra's firm hold. She occasionally manages to plug her fists weakly into her abdomen, a feeble attempt to fight back, to show she isn’t completely subdued. However, these efforts are short-lived; Kyra, determined and overpowering, quickly reasserts control, tightening her grip on her hair and attire, forcing her along with the occasional knee lift to her butt and a shove of her fist into Saraya’s battered body.

Finally, Kyra leads Saraya to all four corners of the ring, ensuring that the walk of shame is witnessed by all sides of the arena. Saraya's resistance fades with each step, her attempts at retaliation becoming weaker as the realization of her defeat and the public nature of her humiliation settle in. In the last corner of the ring, Kyra swiftly tosses her limp form against the ropes for one final, punishing display. She leans in close, her breath on her ear, as she whispers a series of harsh, biting taunts: “This is what you get for thinking you were better,” she huffs, before shoving her knuckles again into the bruised, tattooed flesh of Saraya’s abdomen.

Saraya, her body lined with bruises and her spirit battered, can only hang limply against the ropes. The referee finally has seen enough, and steps in, pulling Santoro off and forcing her to step back, Kyra’s chest still heaving with exertion, her eyes cold yet satisfied. As medical personnel rush to attend to Saraya, Kyra turns to face the crowd, her arms raised in a victorious but solemn acknowledgment of her win. The crowd responds with a tumult of cheers and applause, mixed with murmurs of sympathy for her opponent.