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VIX: QUEEN OF THE VIXENS SEMI-FINALS

Posted by caspian on 21 July 2024 at 4:19 am

VIX: Queen of the Vixens Tournament (Semi-finals)

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

1. Alexis Ren vs. Hannah Ferguson

Alexis:
(27, 5’8, 86:25 FCBA, VIXENs)

Hannah:
(31, 5’10, 130, 86:25 FCBA, VIXENs)

BEFORE:
The setting sun casts a golden glow over Santa Monica Beach tonight, as the pre-fight press conference for the VIX: Queen of the Vixens semi-finals kicks off. A stage has been set up on the sand dunes, with reporters, photographers, and a few select fans gathered around, awaiting the arrival of the fighters.

Alexis Ren steps onto the stage first with a stride. She’s wearing a light blue bikini, her blonde hair loose over her shoulders. Her expression is defiant, a slight smirk on her lips as she takes her seat at the table. Moments later, Hannah Ferguson joins her. Dressed in a dark green bikini, her presence is commanding. At 5'10", she stands a little taller and bulkier than her VIX counterpart. Her blonde hair is tied back in a sleek ponytail, and her eyes are focused and serious as she sits.

A moderator, dressed in a suit despite the beach setting, stands between them. He taps the microphone to get everyone's attention and begins the formalities.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us. Today, we have two incredible fighters who will be facing off in what promises to be an electrifying bout. On my left, we have Alexis Ren, former Lightweight champion, and on my right, Hannah Ferguson, former Welterweight and JMDD champion."

The crowd cheers, and the cameras flash as the fighters acknowledge the applause with nods and waves. “Let's start with you, Alexis. How do you feel going into this fight, especially after your recent loss on this very same beach?"

There’s a twitch in Ren’s eye and she struggles to maintain her grin. "You know, every fighter has their ups and downs. Whatever happened is in the past. ASS-lyssa can get her Hall of Fame spot. I’ve been there, done that. Now, I'm focused on winning this tournament, and showing everyone why I deserve to be in the finals. Hannah's tough, but I've faced tough opponents before."

"Hannah, you've been very successful in both the Welterweight and JMDD divisions. What are your thoughts on facing Alexis for the first time?"

Hannah speaks calmly instead. "Alexis is a talented fighter, no doubt about it. But experience and strength will play a big role in this match. I've fought bigger and taller girls, and. I'm ready to remind everyone of my advantages going into this fight. Plus, Ren’s loss last week works to my advantage."

Alexis quickly cuts in with a glare. “Don't get too comfortable, Hannah, thinking tonight’s going to be easy."

"Oh, I'm not underestimating you, Ren. But let's be real, your ego often gets the best of you backstage. I'm here to bring you back down to earth."

The moderator steps in to maintain the formal tone of the event. "Thank you, ladies. Now, let's open the floor to some questions from the press."

"Alexis, how have you adjusted your training after the loss to Alyssa Lynch?"

Ren’s lips twist in a glare. "We've tightened up some things, focused on my speed and endurance. I'm ready to go the distance with Hannah, and I’m ready to prove that loss was just a fluke."

Another reporter asks, "Hannah, what do you think is your biggest advantage over Alexis in this fight?"

Hannah smiles confidently. "My size and power. Alexis is fast, but I can absorb a lot and keep coming. Plus, my experience in high-stakes fights gives me an edge."

Moments later, both fighters stride to the middle and prepare for their official weigh-ins. Ren removes her light beach towel to reveal her toned, athletic frame in a matching bikini. Her blonde hair catches the light as she steps onto the scale, her eyes never leaving Hannah Ferguson, who stands just a few feet away.

The official reads out her weight, "125 pounds." A cheer goes up from the crowd, and Alexis steps off the scale, flexing her muscles for the cameras.

Next, Hannah removes her beach towel, unveiling her impressive physique. Standing slightly taller at 5’10”, her athletic build is accentuated by the dark green bikini that contrasts with her blonde hair tied back in a sleek ponytail. She steps onto the scale, her gaze locked onto Alexis.

"Hannah Ferguson weighs in at 130 pounds." Another round of applause and cheers erupts as Hannah steps off the scale. She flexes her arms and abs, showing off the strength and power that have made her a force in the Welterweight division.

Then, they stride up to each other and lock eyes, neither willing to back down. The cameras capture every moment, fists raised in a mutual pose. Alexis smirks, her voice dripping with confidence. “Ready to go down?”

Hannah doesn’t flinch, her expression serious and determined. “You’re the one who’d best be prepared. This isn’t going to be like any fight you’ve had before.”

The staredown intensifies as they press their foreheads together, their bodies inches apart. Alexis raises her fist and lightly presses it against the Golden Girl’s abs, a taunting gesture that draws gasps and cheers from the crowd. And Hannah responds by doing the same, pressing her fist against Ren’s toned, but leaner midsection.

Finally, the official steps in, gently separating them. “Alright, ladies, save it for the ring. Soon, you’ll get your chance.”

As they step back, they exchange one last intense glare before turning to leave the stage, each heading back to their respective corners to finalize their preparations for the fight.

Moments later, the fighters make their way to the makeshift ring on the sands of Santa Monica Beach. The wooden stakes and frayed ropes frame the sandy battleground. Ren strides confidently to the ropes, her blue bikini contrasting sharply with her tanned, athletic body. The light fabric clings to her curves, accentuating her toned muscles and sculpted abs. Her blonde hair is tied back in a high ponytail, keeping it out of her face as she focuses on the task ahead. She wears white boxing gloves, her hands taped beneath for extra support. Her feet are bare and ready, feeling out the cool sand beneath them.

On the other side, Hannah Ferguson approaches with equal determination. Her dark green bikini highlights her powerful frame, the color complementing her fair skin and blonde hair, which is pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Her physique is imposing, her muscles well-defined and ready for the bout. She wears black boxing gloves, the contrast adding to her intimidating presence. Like Ren, her feet are bare, allowing her to ground herself in the sandy ring.

The official calls both fighters to the center of the ring for final instructions. The makeshift ring ropes creek slightly as they step forward, sand shifting beneath their feet. The fighters stand inches apart, their eyes locked. The official’s voice fades into the background as the tension between them grows. With a nod, the official steps back, leaving them to face off one last time before the fight begins.

The bell rings, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Lightweight action!

ROUND 1:
Ren immediately darts forward, her feet light on the sand, and begins to circle around the heavier Ferguson. Her blue bikini contrasts sharply with her swift, precise movements, her white gloves up and ready. Hannah takes a more relaxed approach, her black gloves low as she studies Ren's movements. She appears almost complacent, throwing out only a few half-hearted jabs, clearly goading Ren to come at her. But Ren doesn't need a second invitation. She starts racking up points with sharp, quick punches to the bigger blonde’s face and body, a series of lefts and rights that snap Hannah's head back and target her midsection. The sound of leather meeting flesh is accompanied by the occasional grunt from Hannah, who continues to move slowly, seemingly unbothered. The crowd watches with growing excitement as Ren's speed and accuracy dominate the round. She bobs and weaves, her ponytail swinging as she evades Hannah's slower, more tentative punches. In the last minute of the round, a shift occurs. The Golden Girl’s expression changes from one of casual observation to focused determination. She begins to walk Ren down, her black gloves rising as she prepares to unleash her power. Her swings are heavy, her punches aimed to do serious damage, but Ren is ready. With quick, nimble footwork, the leaner blonde swerves to avoid, her body moving with a dancer's grace. When dodging isn't possible, she blocks effectively, her white gloves absorbing the impact comfortably, continuing to evade serious harm. As the round draws to a close, it’s clear that Ren has dominated the opening. She ends the round still light on her feet, her punches having landed with precision and consistency, whileHannah, despite her late surge of aggression, has not managed to connect in any meaningful way. The bell rings to end the round, and Ren returns to her corner, her confidence evident. Wide margin for her, her strategy of using speed and precision paying off against the heavier, slower Hannah.

ROUND 2:
And here comes Ferguson with a renewed sense of purpose. Her complacency has vanished, replaced by a new intensity. She closes the distance quickly, her eyes locked on Ren, who remains light on her feet, and begins to throw heavier shots, her black gloves pounding against Ren's guard with thudding impacts. The power behind her punches is evident, each strike causing her arms to shudder as she blocks. Swiftly, Hannah’s gloves dig low into Ren’s ribs with solid thumps, seeking to wear her foe down and slow her movements. Ren, however, has learned from her previous bout with Lynch. She keeps her guard tight, absorbing the blows and then countering with swift jabs aimed at Hannah’s face, connecting with Hannah's cheeks and forehead, each punch snapping her head back slightly. Despite the barrage from Hannah, Ren remains focused on her strategy, looking to daze her opponent with quick, sharp punches. There’s a thud thud puh that fills the air, punctuated by the grunts of effort from both fighters. Ren’s speed continues to serve her well as she ducks and weaves, her white gloves flicking out to land precise strikes on the face. Hannah, undeterred, presses forward, her punches aimed to crush Ren’s body. Midway through the round, a particularly heavy hook lands on Ren's ribs, making her grimace. But stands her ground, retaliating with a flurry of punches that pepper Hannah's nose and lips. One thing’s for sure: the exchange is fierce, both women refusing to back down. As the round progresses, the action heats up even more. Towards the end, both fighters abandon caution, engaging in a wild melee. Their gloves SMACK against each other’s breasts and body with audible force, causing both women to gasp and grunt. The bell rings, and both fighters are breathing heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat. Hannah has managed to edge out the round, her powerful punches and aggression giving her the advantage. Ren, though bruised and battered, returns to her corner with a steely determination in her eyes, knowing that the fight is far from over.

ROUND 3:
A more aggressive and cunning approach from Ren here, as she dances around Ferguson, her movements quick and calculated. Her strategy shifts, aiming to exploit every possible weakness. Fists darting out, targeting Hannah's chest with precise jabs that send the larger woman's breasts jolting about with each impact. The crowd can hear the sharp SMACK of leather meeting flesh, followed by Hannah’s growl of frustration with each unconventional hit. Ren’s punches keep coming, focusing on the sensitive areas around Hannah’s bikini top, aiming to destabilize her balance and psyche. Taking advantage of moments when the referee's view is obstructed, her gloves shoot down low, finding the rims of Hannah's bikini bottoms, delivering quick punches to her lower tummy. The blows land with a muffled THUD, causing Hannah to wince and momentarily lose her composure. These tactics are effective, though definitely seen as not as honorable. But that’s Ren for you, using more underhanded moves to earn herself valuable points and keep Hannah off balance. It works. Hannah's temper begins to flare as Ren’s gloves continue to find their mark. She attempts to retaliate with powerful hooks, but the leaner blonde is too quick, ducking and weaving out of range. Her speed and agility keep her one step ahead, her fists darting out to target Hannah’s exposed midsection and chest whenever an opening presents itself, with her taunting smirk only adding fuel to the fire.As the round progresses, Ren’s tactics grow bolder. She slips in close, ramming her fists into the sensitive flesh around Hannah’s lower tummy and the edges of her bikini. Her punches land with a satisfying THUD, causing Hannah to gasp and double over slightly, stunned by the repeated blows. Finally, the bell rings, and Ren steps back, struts to her corner, raising her gloves in triumph, knowing she has dominated the round with her cunning and precision. Hannah, though battered and seething with anger, vows payback in the next rounds.

ROUND 4:
Ferguson, having taken note of Ren's tactics in the previous round, adopts a more defensive approach as the bell rings. Her guard is tighter, her eyes focused, and her movements calculated. She blocks more effectively, anticipating Ren's underhanded moves. Still, Ren darts in, aiming for her chest and rims of her bikini strings, but Hannah's defenses hold strong. There’s still the dull THUD of Ren's gloves but they’re hitting forearms and biceps instead of their intended targets. Hannah moves quickly, backwards, her strategy is clear: wear Ren down and then retaliate with devastating power. And retaliate she does! The former Welterweight champ unleashes the occasional haymaker, her fist crashing into Ren's arms with a resounding WHAM. The force behind these punches is undeniable, each one causing her to wince and stumble slightly, like scolding admonishments to the leaner girl. Slowly but surely, Hannah begins to push Ren back towards the ropes, forcing her into a defensive position. However, Ren's agility and quick reflexes come into play. She refuses to be trapped, slipping out to the side just before Hannah can pin her down, escaping the trap and resetting the distance.

In the second half of the round, Ren’s punches are sharp and quick, aiming to score points and keep Hannah at bay. But Ferguson growls and rushes in, ignoring the punches to her face and finally trapping her fellow Vixen in a corner. The close-quarter exchanges are intense and raw. Ren and Hannah both press against each other against the ropes, their bodies tense and sweaty from the exertion. Ren, getting pinned down, tries to sneak in quick uppercuts and jabs to Hannah's ribs and sides, her gloves thudding against Hannah's sturdy frame. The impact of each punch sends small ripples through Hannah's muscles, but her expression remains determined and focused, as the bigger blonde responds with powerful, deliberate hooks aimed at Ren's ribs and kidneys. Each of her punches lands with a satisfying SMACK, the force of her blows causing Ren's body to jolt and twist, her face contorting in pain with each heavy shot, her body leaning into the ropes for support. The two fighters are locked in a brutal dance, each trying to outmaneuver the other while inflicting maximum damage. At one point, Ren manages to land a sharp right hook to Hannah's midsection, causing the bigger fighter to grunt and momentarily double over. Seizing the opportunity, Ren quickly slips out of the clinch and follows with a flurry of jabs to Hannah's face, each landing with a quick POW, snapping her head to the side, her hair flying.
But Hannah is far from finished. She grits her teeth and pushes through the pain, her eyes blazing with determination. She steps forward, her fists swinging in powerful arcs as she aims for the torso. The punches land with heavy WHUMP sounds, driving the air from Ren's lungs and making her gasp. Ren's abs contract with each blow, her body trying to absorb. Despite Ren's efforts, Hannah's resilience and power shine through. Her guard remains firm, and she continues to block and counter effectively. The close-quarter exchanges are intense, with both fighters trading blows, but Hannah's heavier shots and smarter defense give her the edge. As the round comes to a close, it is clear that Hannah has managed to turn the tide, even if just slightly. The crowd roars with approval as the bell rings and Hannah raises her gloves, knowing she has won this round by points.

ROUND 5:
Ren darts in and out, her fists flying as she’s back to targeting Ferguson's face, aiming to KO the bigger gal by focus-fire on her chin. The POP of her gloves meeting cheek and bone echoes through the beach arena, each punch landing with a sharp, stinging impact. Hannah's head snaps back, too slow to intercept the attacks, her expression dazed and pained. Ren's rapid-fire assault leaves her no room to retaliate, forcing her to cover up and retreat towards the ropes. The crowd watches in awe as Ren's gloves blur forward, a non-stop barrage of wicked shots, her knuckles making contact with cheeks, jaw, and temple, leaving visible marks on the taller woman's face. With Hannah stunned and pinned against the ropes, Ren resumes work on her body. She sinks leather into Hannah's frame, targeting her ribs, abs, and sides with powerful shots, each impact causing Hannah's body to shudder and buckle. She stands firm and DIGS those gloves into the muscle left and right of her navel, each punch met with a THUD and a pained grunt from Ferguson. Hannah's abs tense and ripple, her body trying to brace against the onslaught. Her guard is tight, but Ren's punches slip through her defenses and sink deep into her flesh. The smaller blonde snarls, sensing her own rage as her fists drive into Hannah's stomach, causing her to gasp and bend slightly with each blow, leaving her opponent breathless and struggling to stay upright.
But just as Ren seems to have full control, Hannah's resilience shines through. In the final minute of the round, she gathers her strength and unleashes a sudden haymaker that crashes into Ren's forehead with a resounding SMACK. OUCH!! The impact is jarring, sending the poor blonde stumbling backward, her eyes wide with surprise and pain. The force of the blow causes her to momentarily lose her footing, her legs wobbling as she tries to regain her balance. Just like that, the crowd gasps at the sudden turn of events, with Ren, now wary of Hannah's power, taking a step back, her confidence momentarily shaken. She adjusts her stance, her guard coming up to protect her face as she circles away from the ropes. Hannah, still reeling from the earlier assault, takes a moment to catch her breath. Her body is battered, her face marked with the evidence of Ren's relentless attack, but her spirit remains unbroken. She glares at Ren, determination burning in her eyes as she prepares to continue the fight. Soon after, the bell rings, and Ren tries for a grin, knowing she has won this round by a wide margin, while Hannah, battered and bruised, remains defiant, her eyes locked on Ren as she silently vows to turn the tide in the upcoming rounds.

ROUND 6:
As soon as the bell rings, Ferguson advances aggressively, using her superior size and strength to her advantage. She moves in close, sending a combo of hooks into her guard before swiftly stepping in, her arms wrapping around Ren in a tight clinch, their bodies pressing together with an intensity that leaves little room for maneuvering. The physical grappling is fierce, each woman struggling for dominance. Hannah's muscular arm lock around her torso, her biceps flexing as she tries to push the smaller blonde back against the ropes. Ren, with a snarl of defiance, wiggles and twists, her feet digging into the sand as she attempts to break free. But Ren’s smaller frame proves advantageous in the tight space. She manages to slip one arm free, then the other, and uses her agility to slide out of Hannah's grip. As she escapes, she immediately goes on the offensive, her knuckles finding Hannah’s belly and breasts from the side. THUD THUD THUD—each punch lands with force, causing Hannah to wince and stagger. Another punch connects squarely with Hannah’s belly, the force of the blow sinking deep into her firm abs. Hannah winces, her body instinctively doubling over, her muscles tightening in a vain attempt to absorb the shock.

Before Hannah can fully recover, Ren’s fist is already arcing towards its next target. THUD—this time, her knuckles slam into the side of her right breast, causing the flesh to ripple and compress. Hannah gasps on Ren’s shoulder, her breath catching in her throat as she takes a step back, her eyes wide with pain and surprise. What was supposed to be her dominant control has turned into her getting beaten, as Ren doesn't let up. Another punch is already on its way, aimed slightly lower. THUD—the knuckles drive into Hannah’s belly again, just below the navel. Hnnggghh. The impact forces her to stumble, her feet digging into the sand as she tries to regain her balance. Her breasts, though protected by her bikini, are not spared; each punch sends a shockwave through the sensitive tissue, causing her to grimace and gasp for breath.

Despite the punishment, Hannah remains on her feet, her resolve unbroken. She tries to retaliate, her own fists swinging, but Ren's quick footwork and head movement make her a difficult target. Even in the clinch, Ren ducks and weaves, her body moving fluidly to avoid or absorb the heavier woman's punches. Meanwhile, the smaller blonde's gloves bounce off Hannah's chest and midsection, making her gasp and her body shudder with each impact. Late in the round, Hannah gathers her strength and delivers fewer but more shocking punches, powerful hooks and uppercuts aimed at Ren's ribs and sides. WHAP—a powerful hook crashes into Ren’s ribs, causing her to grimace and suck in air sharply. Another blow to her side has her momentarily doubling over, her face contorted in pain.

FINALLY the referee enforces the break, and the second half of the round sees Hannah still chasing Ren around the makeshift ring, her powerful legs driving her forward, though her weathered body is slightly hunched over and parts of her torso already pinked from the abuse. Ren, back in her element, uses her speed and agility to circle her opponent, occasionally stopping to deliver a quick jab or hook, with Hannah’s frustration growing as her opponent continues to evade her attempts to pin her down. In the final moments of the round, Ren lands a wicked series of shots to Hannah’s face, dazing her and forcing her to cover up against the ropes. Ren steps in and GOES TO WORK, her gloves sinking into Hannah’s frame with a WHAP WHAP WHAP. Late in the round, the sun begins to set over the beach, casting long shadows as the two fighters continue their grueling battle. Ren, in full control, has Hannah leaning back against the frayed ropes, her body swaying slightly from the barrage of punches she’s taken. Her ace is marked with bruises and her expression shows signs of exhaustion and pain. Alexis steps in close, her breath hot and heavy as she leans into Hannah’s frame. She grips the base of her chin with her gloved hand, forcing her to look up. “Is this all you’ve got, Hannah? Thought you were the best,” Alexis sneers. Without waiting for a response, she releases her chin and begins to hammer her heaving navel. Her gloves sink deep into Hannah’s belly with each punch, the sound of leather meeting flesh mixing with the crashing waves in the background. Hannah’s body reacts violently to each impact. Her abs flex and contract as they try to absorb the relentless blows. Every punch forces a sharp exhale from her lips, a mix of pain and defiance etched on her face. Her legs tremble, muscles straining to keep her upright despite the onslaught. Ren’s punches are methodical, each one driving into the soft spot just below the ribcage, her knuckles creating deep indentations in Hannah’s stomach before springing back. Alexis alternates between straight punches and hooks, each designed to wear down her core strength. The repeated thuds of gloves are interspersed with groans of pain, as Hannah’s body bends slightly with each hit, her feet digging into the sand for stability. Just as it seems Alexis might finally force Hannah to her knees, the bell rings to signal the end of the round. The smaller blonde delivers one last punishing blow to Hannah’s navel, leaving her opponent gasping and clutching her stomach. But Hannah remains standing, just barely, her body swaying but her spirit unbroken. As the referee steps in to separate them, Alexis steps back, her eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of her dominance in the round. She smirks at Hannah, knowing she’s inflicted some serious damage, but also aware that the fight is far from over. Hannah, breathing heavily, meets her gaze with defiance, ready to continue the battle despite the toll it’s taken on her body.

ROUND 7:
Ferguson's persistence starts to pay off. She keeps her distance and focuses on landing big strikes to wear down her foe. Ren maintains a tight guard, her eyes constantly scanning for openings. However, Hannah's relentless attacks start to take their toll. She lands a series of crosses and overhands that crash into her arms and body, each strike pushing her closer to the ropes. Ren tries to swerve and evade, but the force of Hannah's punches sends shudders through her body, her footwork methodical, each step bringing her closer to cornering the smaller blonde, a particularly hard overhand smashes into her forearm, forcing her to backpedal further. As the seconds tick by, Hannah ramps up the intensity. She pushes forward with a determined look, her punches coming faster and harder. Ren, though still quick, is visibly starting to slow down, her breaths coming in heavier gasps. With a final surge, Ferguson corners Ren, using her larger frame to press her struggling form against the ropes. Her gloves find Baby Girl’s throbbing stomach, each punch landing with a solid THUD, causing Ren's body to shudder and shake. Her fists dig into her abs, the muscles tightening and contracting under the assault, making Ren’s face contort with pain, her body instinctively curling inwards to protect her midsection. “Having fun yet?” Hannah taunts, as she lands another powerful hook to Ren’s side, the impact drawing a sharp GROAN from the younger fighter. Ren tries to brace herself against the ropes, her gloves moving down in a desperate attempt to shield her battered stomach. But Hannah just shoves them away, before shoving her fists into her body with unyielding force, her gloves curling into the poor girl’s tummy flesh.

Tables turned, and the momentum of the fight shifts dramatically, with Ferguson taking control. A series of hooks pound into Alexis’s sides, making her body shudder and shake. The force of the blows reverberates through her frame and into the wooden stake behind her, causing it to creak under the pressure. Following, Hannah switches to straight crosses, each punch driven deep into Ren’s stomach, making her gasp and wince. Her abs, already sore and bruised, struggle to brace against the relentless assault. Her body reacts violently to the punishment. Her legs tremble, barely able to support her weight as each punch lands. Her torso jerks and contorts with the impact, the muscles twitching and spasming under the strain. The once firm and toned midsection is now reddened and bruised, evidence of the beating she’s taking. Then, Hannah steps in close, her breath hot against Alexis’s cheek. With one glove, she wraps her fingers around Alexis’s head and hair, forcing her to meet her gaze. “Thought you had me, didn’t you?” Hannah taunts, her voice dripping with contempt. Hannah then shifts her focus to Alexis’s lower belly. She drives brutal uppercuts into her navel, each punch landing with a solid thud and folding inwards as it connects. The force of each punch lifts Alexis slightly off her feet, her body bending over more and more with each blow. Her frame lurches into Hannah’s, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she struggles to withstand the assault. With each uppercut, Alexis’s body folds in on itself, her abs unable to withstand the power behind Hannah’s punches. Her legs give a little with each hit, her knees buckling as she fights to stay upright. Another glove sinks deep into Alexis’s midsection, the knuckles disappearing into the soft flesh before the punch retracts and another follows. Alexis’s mouth opens in silent agony, her eyes widening with each painful smack. Hannah’s relentless uppercuts continue until Alexis is nearly bent double, her forehead almost resting on her assailant’s shoulder. Hannah knows exactly where to hit to inflict maximum pain and starts by aiming directly at Alexis’s braced navel. Hannah’s gloves, tight and firm, are ready to deliver a series of devastating blows. She pulls her arm back, muscles coiling with strength, and then drives her fist forward. The glove smacks into Alexis’s navel with a sickening thud, folding inwards as it makes contact. Alexis's abs tighten reflexively, the skin around her navel stretching and distorting under the impact. The force drives deep into her core, causing a sharp gasp to escape Alexis’s lips. Without giving Alexis a moment to recover, Hannah delivers another brutal uppercut to the same spot. This punch lands even harder, the smack echoing through the arena. Alexis’s navel is the focal point, her abdominal wall struggling to brace against the unrelenting force. The glove digs in, contorting the flesh around it, and Alexis’s body jerks forward from the sheer impact. Hannah’s third uppercut is just as vicious. This time, her knuckles press deep into Alexis’s navel, the glove momentarily disappearing into the concave area before retracting. Alexis’s abs, despite being tensed, seem to ripple and fold with each strike, unable to withstand the onslaught. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each punch forcing the air out of her lungs. Sensing Alexis’s weakening defenses, Hannah shifts her target slightly lower. She aims just below the navel, where the muscles are less protected. The next punch lands with a heavy thwack!, causing Alexis’s lower belly to cave inwards. The skin and muscle ripple violently, and Alexis’s legs buckle slightly under the pressure. The Golden Girl’s gloves continue to rain down with precision. Each punch is designed to break through Alexis’s abdominal wall, targeting different spots around her navel and lower belly. The thump of each hit reverberates through Alexis’s frame, her body jerking and contorting with every blow. Her abs pulse and tremble, struggling to brace but failing to hold up against the relentless assault. With each uppercut, the sound of Hannah’s glove hitting flesh is a mix of a smack and a thud, sharp and resonant. Ren’s body reacts violently, her muscles twitching and convulsing under the pressure. Her skin, slick with sweat, glistens under the harsh lights, highlighting the deep indentations left by Hannah’s punches. Her head droops lower with each hit. Her legs shake, barely able to support her weight, and her arms hang limply at the sides of the top rope. The once taut and toned abs are now a bruised and battered mess, the skin reddened and marked by the relentless pounding, and her breaths are shallow and rapid, her body wracked with pain. Before the Bell, Hannah steps in even closer, her breath hot against Alexis’s ear as she taunts her. “Ready to give up yet?” she sneers, driving another uppercut into Alexis’s lower belly. The punch lands with a solid thump, and Alexis’s body lurches forward, her frame almost collapsing into Hannah’s. But the bell rings just in time, signaling a brief reprieve. Alexis remains standing, though just barely, her body a testament to the sheer brutality of Hannah’s assault. Finally, the bell rings, signaling the end of the round, but the damage is done. Alexis is barely standing, her body trembling and her eyes glazed with pain. Hannah steps back, a satisfied smirk on her face as she surveys the damage she’s inflicted. Alexis clings to the ropes for support, her body wrecked but her spirit still unbroken, ready to face the next round despite the toll it’s taken on her.

ROUND 8:
Ren, determined to turn the tide, throws a feint in the opening seconds before LAUNCHING a fierce hook that lands squarely across Hannah’s jaw. The blow snaps Hannah's head to the side, momentarily stunning the bigger blonde. Sensing an opportunity to end the fight, Ren lets out a shout and immediately tries to clinch, hoping to muscle Hannah back against the ropes and regain control! She wraps her arms around Hannah's shoulders, pressing her leaner body tightly against hers in a desperate attempt to push her back. For a moment, the two fighters grapple in close quarters, their bodies straining against each other as they struggle for dominance. Ren’s muscles flex with effort, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she tries to overpower and punch. However, Hannah quickly shakes off the initial shock of the punch. With a fierce determination in her eyes, she begins to pummel Ren back in the clinch. Her fists hammer into her sides and midsection with brutal force, each blow driving the air from Ren's lungs and weakening her grip on her shoulders and arms. In minute two, Hannah gets her shoulders free and twists, delivering a devastating uppercut that connects perfectly with the base of Ren’s chin, sending her staggering backward, her eyes wide with shock. Ren tries to regain her footing, but Hannah doesn't give her a chance. With a final, powerful hook to the jaw, Hannah sends the other Vixen CRASHING to the sand! OUFF!
The crowd holds its breath as Ren falls, her body hitting the ground with a dull THUD. She lies there, dazed and struggling to move, her chest heaving with labored breaths. The referee steps in, starting the count as Hannah watches, her chest rising and falling with the exertion of the fight. “One… two… three…” Ren tries to push herself up, her arms trembling with effort. But the pain and exhaustion are too much. Her body keeps giving out, collapsing back onto the sand as the count continues. “Eight… nine… ten!” The referee calls out, and Ren is still on all fours, shaking her head in disbelief! It’s OVER!

Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Alexis Ren via KO8!

AFTER:
As the echoes of the final bell fade and the realization of victory sinks in, Hannah Ferguson stands tall in the makeshift beach ring, her chest heaving with exertion but her face triumphant. Ren, still recovering from the knockout, lies floored on the sand, her expression a mixture of pain and frustration.

Hannah’s demeanor is smug as she makes her way to the ropes where a group of reporters eagerly awaits her thoughts. She smirks confidently, knowing she has silenced any doubts about her prowess. "Hannah, what do you think of Alexis Ren's performance today?" a reporter asks, microphone thrust towards her.

The Golden Girl wipes sweat from her brow, her expression one of feigned contemplation. "Well, she put up a fight, I'll give her that," she says. "But at the end of the day, she couldn't handle the pressure, and it showed. Maybe next time she'll think twice before challenging someone out of her league."

As Hannah continues to bask in the spotlight, Ren is gathering her own wits, shaking off the remnants of her defeat. She eventually finds her way back on her stool, glaring at the reporters who dare to approach her. One brave journalist steps forward, notebook in hand. "Alexis, any comments on the fight? What went wrong out there?"

Ren’s eyes flash with anger as she stands, swatting the notebook away. "Get out of my face!" she snaps, her voice hoarse from the grueling match. "Hannah got lucky, that's all. Don't think this is over. I’ll be back. Mark my words."

Leaving the ring, she shoves past the reporters, her body still aching from the punishment she endured. Hannah, meanwhile, revels in her victory, her confidence soaring as she addresses more questions. "This is just the beginning," she declares. "I'm here to win this tournament. Whether it’s beating Cohen or Clauson."