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VIX: FALL FROM GRACE @ THE NIAGARA FALLS CENTER

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

(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)

2. Madison Beer vs. Ana de Armas II

Madison:
(24, 5’5, 20:17 FCBA, VIXENs)

Ana:
(36, 5’6, 19:8 FCBA, League of Mighty Women)

BEFORE:
Madison Beer steps up to the podium first, her record of 20 wins and 17 losses reflecting a journey of growth in her career thus far. Since her last encounter with Ana, where she faced a tough knockout loss, she’s been on an upward trajectory, sharpening her skills and honing her strategy to ensure this rematch writes a different ending.

Ana de Armas follows, her confident stride and focused gaze embodying her experienced fighting spirit and her record of 19 wins against 8 losses. Known for her provocative style and sharp tongue, the Cuban actress’ presence commands attention. Her last victory over Madison included a memorable tummy smother, a moment she relishes as part of her arsenal of psychological warfare.

Madison addresses the audience first, with a mixture of energy and defiance. "Last time, things didn't go my way, but that's just part of the game. I've come back stronger, faster, and smarter. Ana thinks she can intimidate me by making me stay away, but this time, I'm turning the tables. It’s payback time…"

Ana, smirking slightly, retorts in her accented English, enhancing her provocateur image. "Madison tries so hard, no? But I already beat the young thing once, and I am ready to do it again. Youth is vibrant, but wild. And reckless. But wisdom knows when to strike and how hard. Let’s see if she can handle another lesson and taste of my tummy."

Beer is the first to step forward, her demeanor confident and focused. She peels off her outer clothing, revealing a sleek, black sports bra and matching leggings that highlight her toned physique. At 5'5", her build is compact yet powerfully muscled, as she steps onto the scales and the digital display flickers before settling, announcing her weight.

Next, Ana approaches the scales, removing her lightweight jacket to reveal a simple white tank top and gray shorts that accentuate her lean, yet strong figure. Standing slightly taller at 5'6", she steps onto the scale where her own weight is displayed, and she nods slightly, satisfied with the number.

Both fighters are then invited to the center of the stage for the official staredown, an intense precursor to tomorrow’s bout. Madison, with her slightly shorter stature, looks up into Ana’s eyes, her gaze fierce and unyielding. Her shoulders are broad for her height, suggesting her power and capacity for explosive movement. In contrast, Ana's slightly taller frame and longer reach give her a slight edge in range, her posture relaxed yet dominant, her eyes locked on with a calm, calculated look.

As they stand nose-to-nose, Madison’s fists are clenched at her sides, her jaw set tight, while Ana’s hands are open, loose, flexing for a showdown, her demeanor cool and slightly mocking. The air crackles as photographers eat their fill of the moment, with neither fighter backing down. Finally, the event coordinator steps in, signaling that the staredown is over. Reluctantly, both fighters step back, but not before exchanging a few final, whispered words, their meanings obscured by the noise of the crowd but clearly laden with promises of the battle to come.

A day later, Madison steps into the ring first, exuding confidence, dressed in a metallic black sports bra top paired with matching trunks, both featuring silver accents that catch the light as she moves. Her gloves are also black, trimmed with silver, bearing her initials in bold, stylized script. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight, sleek ponytail, keeping it out of her face.

Ana de Armas contrasts with a touch of classic style. She wears a deep navy blue sports bra and trunks trimmed with gold. Ana’s gloves are a matching navy, personalized with her name in elegant gold lettering. Her brown hair is styled away from her face in a practical, no-nonsense bun, ensuring that her vision remains unobstructed, and her posture, relaxed yet alert, reflects her experience and readiness.

In their respective corners, both fighters engage in light shadowboxing, throwing sharp, precise punches into the air. Madison focuses on her footwork, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, her eyes sharp and scanning. Ana, meanwhile, stretches her arms and rotates her shoulders, her movements smooth and fluid, betraying a veteran's calm before the storm.

The crowd watches as both fighters receive final words of advice from their corners, nodding and touching gloves with their trainers in a ritual of final preparation. As the referee calls them to the center of the ring for final instructions, both girls square up one last time, their eyes locked, shaking their shoulders loose, ready for hell to break loose.

There’s the opening bell and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!

ROUND 1:
Beer and de Armas waste NO time, meeting in the center of the ring with a flurry of activity. Ana, remembering her successful strategy from their last encounter, focuses on the body almost immediately, aiming swings at Madison's midsection, attempting to sap the younger girl’s energy and slow her down as the fight progresses. Her left hooks dig into the ribs while her right hand targets the singer’s solar plexus, each punch hammering the arms until Beer’s defenses are forced to break. However, Ana finds Madison better prepared this time, her guard tighter and her movements quicker, effectively blunting the impact of many of the body shots. Madison has learned from their previous matchup, opting to keep her guard high and then countering the body shots with swift uppercuts and hooks aimed for Ana’s head, which the Cuban girl doesn’t expect. Leather gets forced into jaw and cheeks, visibly torquing the older brunette’s head from side to side. Then, her agility and improved head movement make her a difficult target, and her strategic shift to headhunting begins to pay dividends. With each clean hit, Ana's head snaps back, disrupting her forward rhythm and focus. And by the mid-round, Madison is the one dominating the exchanges, her punches forcing Ana backwards towards the ropes. In the final moments of the round, Madison lands a particularly effective combination—a right hook followed by a left uppercut—pounding into Ana’s face and body one after another in succession--and Ana gets staggered badly, nearly being sent into the ropes! As the bell sounds, Madison returns to her corner with a confident stride, her eyes alight with the knowledge that she has successfully turned the tables this time around. In contrast, Ana, looking slightly dazed and catching her breath, listens intently to her corner’s advice, aware that she needs to adjust her strategy if she’s to counter Madison’s effective offense. The judges score the round widely in favor of Beer, impressed by her ability to control the pace, land significant strikes, and neutralize her opponent’s more body-focused strategy.

ROUND 2:
In the initial minute, Ana showcases a tightened defense, keeping her gloves up and close to her face, effectively guarding against Madison’s high shots. Beer attempts to penetrate her defenses with a flurry of jabs and crosses aimed low at the body instead, but these strikes thud against the ribs without causing significant damage, with Ana’s footwork precise and adaptive, allowing her to maintain distance and minimize the impact. As Madison presses forward, perhaps growing a tad impatient with her inability to land a significant blow, Ana spots her opportunity. She executes a sudden shift in her stance, pivoting on her front foot. Then, she unleashes a powerful hook that CONNECTS with the side of Madison's face with a HOUUF! The hook lands flush, snapping the Vixen’s head to the side! OUCH! Stunned, Madison's guard falters momentarily, and Ana capitalizes with decisive brutality! She steps in closer, her body coiled like a spring, and drives another brutal uppercut right into Madison’s gut. Immediately, the younger singer gasps as the air is forced from her lungs, her body doubling over the glove from the sheer force. Reeling, Madison is forced into a defensive posture for the remainder of the round. She raises her gloves higher, trying desperately to cover both her head and body as Ana, but failing to do both effectively. Sensing weakness, De Armas presses her advantage, her punches becoming more frequent and targeted, forcing Beer to back up repeatedly, absorbing the pressure. All of a sudden, the Cuban girl is in full control Ana control, landing several more punches to the body and head, each calculated to wear Madison down further. And as the bell rings to end the round, Ana steps back, her chest heaving from the exertion but her eyes alight with victory. She has clearly taken this round widely on points, having effectively countered the youngster’s aggression and turned the tables decisively. Madison, meanwhile, returns to her corner, her face a mask of frustration and pain. Her team works quickly to assess her condition and strategize a comeback, knowing that the next round will be crucial to reclaiming her footing.

ROUND 3:
The intense body-to-body combat only escalates, becoming a central spectacle once the bell rings. Each fighter vies for dominance in close quarters, as though by mutual agreement, targeting the other’s vulnerable midsections with force. Beer kicks things off by driving quick, sharp punches into the sides of the ribs, each hit causing Ana's body to recoil slightly, her muscles tensing under the strain. The Vixen’s strategy is to disrupt her opponent’s breathing and stamina, however, Ana's superior size allows her to absorb these blows more effectively, and she quickly regains her posture, ready to counter. Then, Ana, with ruthless aggression, uses her reach advantage to shove Madison’s arms aside, creating fresh openings to deliver her own crushing blows into her body. A heavy hook lands across the face, the sound echoing like a crack and snapping Madison’s head to the side. This is followed by another brutal step-in uppercut to the gut, Beer having a habit of leaving her body wide open whenever her pretty features are targeted. There’s another groan as the glove sinks deep into her abdomen with a resounding 'whud', visibly knocking the wind out and doubling her over, gasping for air, her face contorted in pain. Ana seizes on her weakened state, using her larger frame to muscle the poor singer against the ropes. And with Madison pinned, there’s nothing stopping her from unleashing a series of body shots up close. Lefts and rights pound and thud against the torso, the sounds rhythmic and harsh, and Madison's attempts to block these blows are futile; her arms, weakened and slow, fail to provide adequate protection, with the continued assault forcing her to focus solely on defense, her body rocking with each strike. By the end of the round, Madison is visibly struggling. Her movements are sluggish, her breaths shallow and rapid. Ana's focus on her body has left her clutching at her midsection, attempting to shield herself from further damage. Ana, observing her faltering condition, steps back with a smirk when the bell rings, her expression one of satisfaction and tactical accomplishment. As they return to their corners, Madison’s team rushes to assess her condition, applying ice to her bruised midsection and offering strategic advice. Madison, determined yet visibly pained, listens intently, nodding slowly, her mind processing the need for a drastic strategy change.

ROUND 4:
The fourth begins with Beer taking swift, deliberate steps around the perimeter of the ring, her focus sharp as she attempts to implement her corner’s advice to keep distance. Her guard is high, elbows tucked in to shield her ribs, and her headwork sharp as she dodges and weaves some of Ana’s early fire. She uses her footwork effectively at first, stepping in and out with quick, light movements designed to frustrate Ana’s attempts to close distance, occasionally snapping out quick jabs of her own, aimed for the head, followed by swift lateral movement, as she circles away from more power swings. Yet, Ana, undeterred by the space between them, maintains a steady, aggressive approach. She advances with purposeful strides, cutting off the ring and gradually limiting Madison’s space to maneuver. Those almond eyes are locked onto the youngster’s movements, her hands slightly extended forward, ready to parry or catch her punches and then force openings for her own bruising counters. As Madison throws another right hand, Ana expertly slips the punch by moving her head to the side, then immediately COUNTERS with a left hook to her exposed side, causing Madison to wince and momentarily lose her rhythm. Taking advantage, Ana only quickens her pace, stepping in closer and using her shoulders to barge in, nudging Madison bit by bit towards the ropes, slowly backing her into the corner. Out of gas and with nowhere to run, Ana unleashes hell!. Her gloves crash in against the American girl’s torso, targeting the midsection with hooks that lift her elbows and open her up to further attacks. Her gloves, already tested, quickly find their rhythm. A punishing hook lands directly to the area around the navel, the glove sinking deep into the soft tissue with a muffled thud. The force causes Madison to gasp out loud, her body instinctively curling forward as she attempts to absorb and weather. Not satisfied with a single strike, however, Ana continues her barrage, her eyes coldly calculating as she watches Madison’s reactions. Another hook comes sailing in, this time slightly to the left, targeting the singer’s ribs and the soft underbelly in quick succession whud whud. Each punch is thrown with enough force to elicit a visible reaction from Beer, who tries desperately to lower her arms and protect her battered torso, but then leaves her chest and chin exposed. And with each hook landing, her defenses only slacken, the pain evident on her face. Her breathing becomes ragged, each intake of air sharp and shallow as she struggles to cope with the pain and maintain her stance. Ana, caught smirking wide and in the zone, begins to hammer Beer’s left side, but it’s all just a ploy: after Beer pivots to protect that angle, the Cuban girl shifts her weight on a dime, thrusts a particularly brutal uppercut aimed the other way. Madison's eyes go wide as her navel crumples from the invasive glove, the impact to her body lifting her slightly off her feet, her back pressed hard against the ropes, which are the only thing keeping her upright. This devastating blow draws a collective gasp from the audience, many of whom can almost feel the pain rippling through her body. With seconds still to go, Ana steps back momentarily to assess her work, breathing heavily but her gloves still raised, ready to continue the assault. She observes Madison’s weakened state—her once aggressive and lively stance now reduced to a weary, defensive posture, her eyes glazed with pain. Instead of finishing her off, however, the older girl decides to step in and clinch up with Beer, trapping her arms and waist and pulling her in close. In this controlling, taunting embrace, De Armas whispers tauntingly, her breath hot against the side of her ear, “How’s that tummy of yours, baby?” The condescension is clear, her tone teasing and dominant, designed to demoralize Madison further. The referee, seeing the clinch and hearing the taunt, steps in promptly. He pulls Ana away, admonishing her briefly for the unsportsmanlike conduct. Madison, visibly shaken and breathing heavily, uses the ropes to steady herself as she prepares for the grueling rounds ahead. Bell rings soon after, and she can only watch as Ana returns to her corner with a confident swagger, whereas she turns to her own corner with almost pleading eyes. The fight has taken a turn, with De Armas still firmly in control, and the young Vixen needing a significant comeback in order to shift the momentum.

ROUND 5:
Beer enters the fifth knowing she needs to make a significant change to shift the momentum of this fight. Meanwhile, de Armas is riding high on her recent successes, stepping out of her corner with confidence, which quickly proves to be a double-edged sword. Confident that she can finish the fight soon, the Cuban girl continues her strategy of targeting Madison's body, aiming to capitalize on the damage she inflicted earlier. She fires off powerful hooks aimed low, anticipating a quick surrender from her opponent after a couple more force their way into either side of Beer’s stomach and waistline. However, her confidence leads to a more relaxed guard, making her less meticulous about her own defense. Madison adjusts her stance and tightens her guard. As Ana’s predictable punches come flying in, she tactically braces her abs, preparing herself to withstand Ana’s blows. Furthermore, she uses improved blocking techniques to shield her sides, using her own body to absorb the shock and impact of the heavier blows. And even when punches do break through, she torques her hips along for the ride, allowing the enemy to dissipate. Then, after a minute of being bullied backwards, Madison begins her counterattack. With Ana focused on the body, her face becomes an open target for swift haymakers that catch her off-guard. Madison's blows come whistling in and over her arms, punches that snap her head back, a clear and effective retaliation that is beginning to turn the tide. Energized, especially when De Armas lets out a pained grunt and staggers to the side, trying to steady herself after taking another whacking blast to the cheek, Madison only increases her offensive output. Now, she combines her haymakers with quick, precise jabs, shoving them into face and tummy flesh, maintaining pressure and not giving her a chance to reset her stance. And as the round progresses, Ana finds herself getting outworked and outpunched. The continuous strikes to her face have her struggling to adjust her strategy, and by the end of the round, she’s the one being forced to cover up, her arms raised protectively as she tries to block another incoming barrage. Just like that, her earlier confidence has faded, and as the bell rings, it’s clear that Madison has not only survived the latest offensive but has also reclaimed some control of the fight. There may be light at the end of the tunnel yet for Beer!

ROUND 6:
Armas has fire and fury in her eyes, wanting to regain her earlier dominance. She comes out of her corner hot, quickly moving in with a series of strikes intended to put Beer back on the defensive. Her movements are brisk and aggressive, covering ground before throwing tight combinations designed to pressure the younger girl into panic. Her punches, however, lack the power and impact of the earlier rounds, a sign of fatigue and the cumulative effect of the hits she’s taken, and her efforts, while spirited, leave gaps in her defense—gaps that Madison is ready to exploit. Spotting an opening after Ana throws a slightly delayed right hook, Madison responds with a powerful straight right driven straight into the Cuban girl’s face! Ouff! The punch lands flush on the cheek, sending a shockwave through the rest of her body, dazzling Ana badly and wobbling her legs on the spot, as she tries to process the sudden blow. Madison, sensing her moment, flares her nostrils and MOVES IN FOR PAYBACK! Her confidence surges as she pummels and pounds away at her rival’s frame, letting fly a combination of vicious uppercuts aimed for the navel with wide hooks that wrap around to Ana’s waistline, each hit sinking deep and drawing reactions of pain and surprise from the bigger girl. Her punches come in crisp and powerful, all of a sudden targeting the areas that force Ana to bend and wince and back away! The crowd is roaring their support for the underdog, and as Beer pushes Ana towards the ropes, she sets herself up for a pivotal strike. Her muscles tense, eyes locked on her target, she times her move with precision just as Ana, visibly fatigued and sagging, lowers her guard -- Beer’s arm rockets forward and under, driving the uppercut directly into her midsection! The glove makes a deep, resonant WHOODD as it buries itself firmly into Ana’s abdomen and wedges itself firmly between the folds of her tummy. Immediately, Ana's body folds sharply over the impact point, her breath hitching in a harsh gasp that cuts through the air! OUCH!! The force of the punch pushes Ana backward, her feet stumbling to regain balance, but the pain quickly overwhelms her, forcing her to CRUMPLE downwards and COLLAPSE to her knees, where she simply curls into a fetal position, hugging her tenderized tummy! The referee quickly moves in to start the count, as Madison steps back, watching intently. But Ana, grimacing, attempts to push herself up, her arms shaking under the strain of the rest of her battered body proving too much! She keeps sinking back down to the mat, unable to rise, and the referee finally reaches the count of ten, and has no choice but to WAVE this fight off! Madison secures the rematch win by knockout!

Official Result: Madison Beer defeats Ana de Armas via KO6!

AFTER:
We ALL know what’s coming, folks! Without missing a beat, Madison strides towards the fallen Ana, her figure now imposing now that she’s the one left standing tall, and the Cuban actress is curled up near the ropes, groaning into the canvas. Beer reaches down, her gloves still fully on each fist, and grabs a handful of dark brown hair, pulling upwards with a firm, commanding grip.

The crowd reacts with both cheers and gasps, as the sultry Vixen forcefully tilts Ana's head and chin upwards, compelling her to meet her victorious gaze. Madison leans forward and smirks, and her voice is clear and cold: "How's that feel, Ana? Not so fun on the receiving end, is it?" Madison’s words continue to drip with venom. "Remember this next time you think you can mess with me, b*tch."

Ana, still overwhelmed by the physical and emotional toll of the fight and Madison's harsh words, can only muster a pained grimace in response, her lips working and puckered for air. Her eyes, filled with pain and defiance, lock onto Madison’s, but the power dynamic has unmistakably shifted.

Madison gives her head a small shake for emphasis, her gloves still entwined in her hair and around her neck. "You’re going to remember this, ‘baby.’ Every time you step into this ring, who put you down tonight."

Beer, still caught up in the heat of her victory and lingering resentment, stoops over once more. And ignoring the official's admonishments, she raises her gloves high in the air, aiming to drive them back down into Ana's belly from the front. The Cuban actress can only groan and brace herself best she can, her body held upright by Beer’s embrace, while the short girl makes full use of her height disadvantage to pound her tummy like a drum, Beer’s face lighting up with a fierce satisfaction as she watches Ana's reactions—each wince and grimace feeding her own sense of retribution.

Her gloves, clenched tightly and covered in the sweat of the bout, descend with brutal precision towards Ana's already battered belly. The first glove lands heavily in the center, the impact causing the flesh to compress deeply under the force. Ana’s frame instantly recoils, what’s left of her core muscles tensing sharply in an attempt to protect herself. Her face contorts with a mixture of pain and surprise, as she hadn't anticipated this level of aggression in the post-fight.

Encouraged by her visible discomfort, Madison raises her fist again and drives another punch downards, this time targeting slightly to the side, aiming to disrupt any remaining resistance from her rival. Each glove sinks into the soft, vulnerable flesh of Ana's stomach, visibly displacing the reddened muscle. Meanwhile, the defeated girl’s hands scramble for escape, weakly trying to cover her midsection or push away from the punishing hold. But the rapid succession of Madison's punches makes it difficult to guard effectively, and her body jerks with each hit, her breathing soon becoming ragged.

However, her fighting spirit isn't subdued for long. This is Ana De Armas we’re talking about, and a nerve must have snapped in her mind right before Madison leans in to deliver another strike. Suddenly, Ana gathers her remaining strength and lunges forward, using her body to push her assailant off balance. The struggle quickly escalates, with both fighters losing their balance and tumbling back down to the canvas.

Snarling and shouting expletives, they grapple briefly, their bodies entangled and turning in a desperate struggle for control, a flurry of flying limbs as they each try to overpower the other. The scene quickly attracts the attention of the ring officials, who rush in and try to break up both fighters. The referee, joined by other officials, works to separate Madison and Ana, their efforts hampered by the fighters' arms still wrapped around neck and torso, and the slippery canvas itself.

Finally, with considerable effort, they manage to pull both hellcats apart. Each fighter, breathing heavily, is escorted to her respective corner, still visibly charged and exchanging heated glares. And both fighters, their emotions running high, make several attempts to break free from the officials' firm grips and return to the melee.

Madison, her adrenaline still surging, repeatedly tries to shrug off the hands that restrain her. Each time the officials tighten their hold, she shouts insults across the ring, her words sharp and loud, aimed directly at Ana. "You think you got away with it, huh? This isn't over!" Her voice carries clear frustration and defiance, reflecting her dissatisfaction with how the fight concluded and Ana's avoidance of the retaliatory tummy smother she had planned.

Across the ring, Ana's response is markedly different. She maintains a composed smirk, almost relishing the chaos she's helped incite. Ana's expression is one of self-satisfaction, her demeanor suggesting she feels victorious not only in the match but also in having evaded being forced to kiss her opponent’s tummy tonight. Her smirk broadens as she hears Madison’s insults, and instead of engaging verbally, she simply shakes her head, chuckles, and mouths back, "Better luck next time, baby."