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VIX: FALL FROM GRACE @ THE NIAGARA FALLS CENTER

Posted by caspian on 14 July 2024 at 10:16 am

VIX: Fall from Grace @ the Niagara Falls Center

(Results: Lookout, Words: Caspian)

1. Nell Tiger Free vs. Emily Feld

Nell:
(24, 5’5, 27:13 FCBA, VIXENs)

Emily:
(21, 5’8, 1:0 FCBA, Free Agent)

BEFORE:
Earlier, the press conference at the scenic Niagara Falls Center is bustling with journalists and fans, with the stunning backdrop of the falls visible through the expansive glass windows. The stage is set under elegant lighting that reflects off the cascading waters, highlighting the event's grandeur.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Niagara Falls Center for the 'VIX: Fall from Grace' event. Tonight, we introduce two formidable competitors in our first match of the evening: from the VIXENs, Nell Tiger Free, and free agent, Emily Feld. Both fighters are here to showcase their skills in what promises to be a thrilling bout."

First to the stage is Nell Tiger Free, a respectably seasoned fighter, holding a record of 27 wins and 13 losses. Nell walks up the stage with a composed demeanor. She’s recently coming off a win against FFC’s Gabi Fuller, and looking to build momentum in her burgeoning career.

Following her is Emily Feld, the towering newcomer with a fledgling professional record of just 1 win but zero losses. Emily strides onto the stage with a confident smirk, her recent debut victory fueling her ambitious drive. Standing at 5’8, she uses her height and fitness background to project an imposing presence over the shorter Brit.

Emily takes the microphone first, her voice tinged with the cockiness of a fresh victor. "Thank you, everyone. It’s just my second fight, but after my first win, I feel more ready than ever. I respect Nell’s experience, but I’m here to prove that my debut wasn’t just luck. I plan to make it a winning streak and show that my height and training count in the ring."

Nell, taking the microphone next, projects a newfound openness compared to her usually reserved nature. "It’s great to be here at the Niagara Falls. I’ve had my ups and downs, but each fight is a new chapter and learning experience. Emily is a formidable opponent, but I’m here to use my own experience to carry me through. This match is about showing what I can, and will, do."

At the weigh-ins, Nell steps forward first. At 5'5", she carries a seasoned, compact build, her muscle definition subtle yet evident, honed through years of training and bouts. Her hair, a soft chestnut color, is tied back tightly, framing her focused, intense green eyes that scan her taller opponent.

In the opposite end, Emily towers over her at 5'8", possessing a leaner, more elongated physique typical of her modeling background. Her frame is defined by long limbs and a noticeable reach advantage, which she clearly intends to use to her benefit. Her blonde hair is styled in a sleek, no-nonsense ponytail, complementing her sharp blue eyes, which carry a spark of youthful confidence.

They approach the center of the stage, where a small marking indicates where each should stand. The organizers have positioned them so the dramatic backdrop of the Niagara Falls is visible behind them, enhancing the visual impact of the moment.

First, they face each other, fists raised to chin height, mirroring one another’s pose. Nell’s stance is grounded and stable, her eyes locked onto Emily’s with a calm, piercing gaze. Emily, utilizing her height, stands slightly leaned forward, her gaze slightly downcast to meet Nell’s, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she intended to impose her advantage, and so far has succeeded.

After a long moment, they simultaneously turn to face the crowd, their fists still raised. This time, their expressions shift slightly—Emily’s smirk grows as she absorbs the cheers, while Nell’s face hardens, her professionalism overriding any show of emotion. They hold this pose for several seconds, allowing photographers to capture the moment from every angle.

Then, as they turn back to face each other, lowering their fists, the microphone nearby picks up their exchange. Emily’s voice is confident, slightly taunting. "Hope you’re as ready as you look, Nell. Don’t let the falls distract you tomorrow."

Nell, unshaken, responds with a subtle grin, her tone even. "It’s not the scenery that’ll be falling tomorrow, Emily. I’m gonna make sure you’re just a flash in the pan."

With these final barbs, they step back from the center mark, their staredown complete. As they walk off the stage, the crowd’s murmur rises, discussing the intense exchange and eagerly anticipating the bout. The press conference ends on a high note, with fans and fighters alike buzzing with excitement for what promises to be an epic showdown!

Later on, we’re back in the arena itself. Nell steps into the ring first, wearing a sports top and boxing shorts that are a deep navy blue, accented with silver trim that sparkles subtly under the arena lights. Her gloves, also navy, are adorned with her initials in bold, silver letters, and her hair is pulled back into a tight, no-nonsense bun, ensuring nothing distracts her during the fight.

Emily, contrasting Nell, brings a touch of her modeling background to her fighting attire, sporting a vibrant red sports bra and matching shorts, both featuring bold black stripes that emphasize her height and lean physique. Her gloves, bright red with black accents, complement her outfit perfectly, and her blonde hair is secured in a high, tight ponytail, swaying with each movement, her blue eyes sharply focused and determined.

In the ring, Nell goes through a series of sharp, precise warm-up exercises. She practices her footwork, bouncing lightly on her toes, her movements crisp and efficient. She throws a few punches into the air, her arms moving fluidly.

Emily, on the other hand, stretches her long limbs, taking advantage of her reach. She throws loose combos into the air, those lean arms of hers long and elongated, showcasing her reach. She smiles confidently at the crowd, nodding to her supporters as she rolls her shoulders, loosening up her muscles.

As the final seconds tick down to the start of the fight, both fighters approach their respective corners, taking deep breaths and focusing intently on the challenge ahead. Coaches offer last-minute advice and encouragement, slapping their gloves for motivation.

The referee signals for the opening bell and match! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!

ROUND 1:
The bell rings and the crowd’s anticipation turns into a chorus of cheers as the two fighters meet in the center of the ring. From the onset, Nell adopts an aggressive strategy, aiming to unsettle her less experienced opponent quickly and decisively. She lunges forward, unleashing rapid combinations, hoping to dominate the early exchanges and set the tone. But Feld, the taller blonde, remains composed under pressure. Her recent training focused on perfecting her jabbing hand, which she utilizes effectively to counter the aggression. With each of Nell's advances, Feld snaps out her left hand, connecting when they shouldn't. The rookie’s jabs are crisp, forcing the Vixen to reconsider her approach as several sharp punches find their mark on her face. Nell, however, soon adjusts her tactics. She begins to bob and weave, attempting to close the distance under the cover of movement to mitigate her opponent’s reach advantage. This tactical shift allows her to deliver some solid body shots, aiming to slow down her taller opponent as the round progresses. Feld, however, is quick to respond. She maintains her poise, using her jab not just defensively but also as a setup for more potent strikes. She lands a couple of clean right crosses through the arms that stun Nell to the chin, showcasing her own ability to combine her modeling background's discipline and athletic prowess into the ring. As the round nears its close, both fighters exchange a rapid series of blows that reflect their contrasting styles—Nell’s gritty in-fighting against Feld’s methodical use of reach. The former manages to land a few more impactful strikes in the closing seconds, giving her a slight edge as the bell rings. The judges score the round closely, but Nell’s late-round aggression and strategic body work narrowly earn her the win on points for this opening stanza. Both fighters retreat to their corners—Nell with a nod of cautious satisfaction, and Feld, the Australian newcomer, with renewed determination to hold her own.

ROUND 2:
Feld emerges from her corner transformed. Confidence replaces tentativeness in her eyes. Her long legs propel her around the ring with surprising agility, weaving a web of footwork that frustrates Nell's attempts to close the distance. Nell, a bulldog in temperament, charges forward, a flurry of punches aimed at Feld's midsection. But Feld is a wisp, pivoting on the balls of her feet with the grace of a dancer. Each of Nell's lunges is met with a collective sigh of disappointment from the crowd as Feld effortlessly evades them. Feld doesn't merely dodge; she capitalizes on Nell's aggression. Her jab, a lightning-fast extension of her arm, repeatedly finds its mark on Nell's cheek. With a sharp crack, each blow snaps Nell's head back, a single strand of mascara tracing a slow arc through the air. The crowd groans in response with every landed shot, a chorus of sympathy for the Vixen. Nell's forward momentum falters, replaced by a grimace of frustration. Feld's strategy is a clinic in controlled offense. She weaves and bobs, an impenetrable shield deflecting Nell's assault. Nell's frustration mounts visibly. Her face reddens, not just from the impacts, but from the utter inability to land a clean punch. As the bell rings, a wave of relief washes over Feld. She's outboxed a veteran. Nell, bruised and slightly bloodied, absorbs the final clang with a determined expression, already strategizing with her corner. The judges, impressed by Feld's masterful display, award her the round by a narrow margin. The fight hangs in the balance.

ROUND 3:
Feld’s focus is a laser this time, from the opening bell wielding her reach like a whip. A lightning-fast double jab explodes from her gloves, followed by a crushing right cross that jolts Tiger Free's head back. Nell's eyes widen in momentary daze, her legs wobbling like jelly. Quickly, Feld herds her opponent towards the ropes, cutting off escape routes with balletic footwork. Once caged, she unleashes on the shorter girl’s form: each blow to Nell's midsection is a bone-jarring thud, and Nell's face contorts in pain as a left hook slips in from the side and digs into her gut, visibly compressing her abdomen. Her body folds forward instinctively, gasping for air. No time to breathe, as Feld follows up with a right hook to the same vulnerable spot. The sickening smack of leather on sweat hangs heavy, and Nell stumbles sideways, sweat spraying like a desperate attempt to escape the onslaught. The crowd erupts, both encouragement for Feld and gasps for the visibly withering Nell. The veteran fighter desperately raises her gloves in a feeble defense, but fatigue and pain leave her guard riddled with holes. Meanwhile, Feld's punches find its mark repeatedly, her opponent's counters slow and sluggish, hammering away at the arms and sides, forcing Nell's breaths out in groans. Then, a flicker of defiance in Nell's eyes. All of a sudden, she lunges, throwing wild punches, hoping to disrupt Feld's rhythm. But Feld's defense is as sharp as her offense tonight. Quickly moving back on those longer legs, she effortlessly slips or blocks most attempts, her counters swift and precise. Whenever Nell lunges at her, Feld evaporates like a wisp, leaving the punch to meet air. So far, it’s Feld dictating the pace, leaving Nell leaning heavily on the ropes at the final bell. Feld steps back, chest heaving but eyes gleaming with victory. The Brit fighter, battered but unbroken, uses the respite to gather her strength, her jaw set grimly. Of course, the round is the model’s by a landslide. Emily’s early dominance has left a mark on both her opponent and scorecards, with Nell's corner with a mountain to climb as they strategize for the remaining rounds.

ROUND 4:
Feld carries forward her momentum, her confidence evident as she maintains control in the opening minute. She continues to utilize her reach, landing a series of sharp jabs and crosses that keep Tiger Free on the defensive. Those punches are precise, and she moves with a grace that belies the power behind each strike, her tall frame giving her a distinct advantage as she scores over and over from a distance. However, the tide turns dramatically as Nell finds her moment. Suddenly, she slips past one of Emily’s extended arms, getting inside her guard and launching a fierce barrage of body shots, her leather gloves thudding against Feld’s ribs and abdomen. Each punch is thrown with ruthless intention, designed to sap Feld’s stamina and break her poise, and most importantly, make up for lost time. Feld responds with shock and panic, definitely less accustomed to defending herself against such intense in-fighting. She struggles to adjust her footing and create distance again, her usual composure faltering as she tries to retreat, but Nell expertly cuts off the ring and traps her against the corner turnbuckle. Brutal counterattack from the snarling Vixen, who gets in close and ignores Feld’s expression of shock. The Brit swiftly wraps her left hand around the back of her neck, pulling the taller girl slightly forward and downwards into an even more vulnerable position, effectively cutting her down to size. Here come the belly punches. Tiger Free DRILLS her fist deep into Feld’s belly, folding the model’s body over her arm, with a grimace etched across her face as the air is forcefully expelled from her lungs. Then, she readies another right hand. The glove whistles through the air, targeting the model’s exposed midsection with a resonant "Thwump!" as leather meets muscle and tummy, the force reverberating through Emily's body. The newbie’s reaction is immediate and involuntary -- her body folds sharply over Nell’s steadying arm, her knees buckling slightly as a muffled "Oof!" escapes her lips, a sound swallowed by the roar of the crowd. The visual of Emily crumpling is stark—her face contorts in a grimace of pain and shock, her eyes squeezed shut against the agony, her mouth agape as the air is driven from her lungs. Finally, before Nell can pull back and deliver a third devastating blow, Emily SINKS to her knees, that look of shock firm on her face, as she cradles her tummy! Just like that, it’s a KNOCKDOWN for Nell Tiger Free! The referee moves in closely, his count echoing in the air.. Nell steps back, her chest heaving with exertion but her eyes still fixed on Feld, ready to continue should her opponent muster the strength to rise. "One... two... three..." Feld attempts to push herself up, her arms shaking under the effort. "Four... five... six..." She collapses back to her knees, unable to find the strength to stand. "Seven... eight... nine... ten." And it’s OVER! The referee waves his hands, signaling the end of the match!

Official Result: Nell Tiger Free defeats Emily Feld via KO4!

AFTER:
Tiger Free’s initial reaction is a burst of jubilation. She raises her arms triumphantly, turning to the crowd that roars its approval, their cheers filling the Niagara Falls Center with acclaim.

However, the Vixen’s eyes quickly lock onto the fallen Feld, who is still recovering on the canvas, visibly shaken and trying to catch her breath. With a calculated pace, Nell strides over, immediately reaching down, her gloved hands grasping Emily’s blonde hair, and pulls her upward with a firm tug.

Gently but insistently, she lifts Emily’s sagging form back to her knees. The physical dominance is clear as she holds her chin and neck cradled between both gloves, her posture looming.. Nell’s voice, though not caught by the microphones, is visibly sharp and taunting, her lips moving, confidently, with an upturned smirk, as she delivers a few choice words meant only for the two fighters.

The final act of dominance comes as Nell, still holding Emily’s face, pulls it against her braced abdomen and abs. Feld’s expression transitions from pain to shock, her eyes wide as she finds her lips involuntarily pressed against the firm, victorious form of her opponent. The crowd’s reaction is mixed, some cheering the display of assertive victory, others booing what they perceive as an unnecessary show of disrespect.

One thing’s for sure: the newest and youngest Vixen has gotten a taste for her opponents tasting her victory, and she’s definitely come out of her shy-er shell compared to years ago when she first debuted.

Nell stands firm now, her abdomen and abs tensed and braced, her hands continuing to grip Feld’s face, her gloves spread across the back of the blonde’s head, ensuring there is no escape. Emily, her face still flushed from the exertion and impact of the fight, looks up, her eyes, wide and shimmering with a mix of defiance and shock, meeting the Vixen’s unyielding gaze, as the bottom half of her face is completely buried in Nell’s waistline.

The texture of Nell’s fight-worn gear, damp with sweat and the toil of combat, presses against her reddened cheeks, the contours of Nell's musculature distinct against her pursed lips. Emily’s hands, previously hanging by her sides, rise slightly—whether in a reflex to push away or merely to steady herself is unclear. Her lips, parted in a silent gasp of shock, brush and gasp for air against the firm surface of Nell’s abs. And for a moment, everything else falls away, leaving only the intimate confrontation of victor and vanquished.

As quickly as it began, Nell releases Emily, stepping back and allowing her some breathing space. But Emily can only collapse back to the canvas, her energy spent, her expression one of both physical and emotional exhaustion. The ring officials quickly intervene, ensuring the rookie receives the necessary attention as she slowly gathers herself, her breathing heavy, her face a portrait of the harsh realities of combat sports.

And as the echoes of the crowd's reactions fade away, the scene shifts to the quieter, more reflective backstage area. In her locker room, surrounded by her team and the click of press cameras, Nell Tiger Free exudes triumph and pride. Her demeanor is confident, yet there's a touch of graciousness as she addresses the media.

"I feel fantastic, honestly," Nell begins, her voice steady and assured. "It was a tough match, Emily really pushed me at the start, but I trained for this, I was ready.”

Meanwhile, in another part of the backstage area, Emily Feld appears visibly shaken but resolute. The intensity of the bout still lingers on her features as she splashes water on her face, trying to refresh herself and wash away the harsh taste of defeat from her lips. She spits water into a sink, grimacing slightly as reporters gather around for her comments.

"Next time? Oh, there will definitely be a next time. And trust me, Nell's going to find out exactly how it feels. She’ll be the one getting a taste of my abs. I’ll make sure of that."