"Tonight, Apartment Lingerie Boxing Association proudly presents you a clash of two extraordinaire beauties who haven't met before and who we missed a lot since we last saw in the ring.", the ref spoke. "In the red corner, Amy Acker". Amy walked in wearing a black robe and black boxing gloves. Her coach helped her slip out of her robe, revealing a simple black bra and panties lingerie set with black stockings and garter belt she choose for her fighting attire. "I'm so glad to be here, this association is a great way to get back into boxing. As for the match tonight, I have no idea how it will go, but I will do my best and it will be fun for sure." she said, after the cheers from the crowd calmed down, then went to her corner with a big smile on her face.

The ref continued: "And In the blue corner, a beauty who popped over from the other side of the pond, just to give us a good time, Alesha Dixon" and Alesha danced in, covered in white robe. She held her red boxing gloves up as she posed for the cameras. She was quick to slip out of her robe and get to the mic, drawing loud cheers and applause from the crowd, clad in white floral patterned bra and panties lingerie set with shiny white stockings and garter belt. "I'm back in the states for a few fights and I just couldn't skip your invite. Amy was a force back in the days, we all know that, but she was away for a very long time. Thank you for digging the b*tch out of retirement for me. She's going down tonight, no doubt about it.", she said with a smile, before she graciously strutted to her corner on her white high heels.
Both beauties got their shoes off and got back to the ref with their mouthguards in. They took some photos together in different fighting stances, but soon they got all serious as the ref went through the rules and stepped away. The bell rang and it was time for boxing.

First round started at a rather slow pace, they tested each other out from a distance, not willing to go into a brawl. Alesha displayed beautiful footwork as she danced in and out of Amy's reach, delivering quick jabs. Amy seemed slower, but more composed compared to her rival. She caught Alesha with a nice right hook just as the singer was on her way to safety. Alesha got her guard up, then Amy rocked her body with a nice combination that made her step back. Acker landed another right to Alesha's face before dodging a hook, then shot her left boob with a short uppercut. Alesha retaliated with an uppercut to Amy's chin that rocked her head back and went after her, but Amy caught her in a clinch. The ref soon separated the two beauties and after a quick exchange from a distance the bell rang.

Amy went to her corner all serious, her coach had a lot to say about what she should and should not do, while Alesha relaxed and smiled as her coach refreshed her for the next round.

Alesha was in charge at the start of the second round, swift jabs and short uppercuts made her opponent back off into defense. Amy took a good right to her ribs that shook her whole body, but fired back a whooping right hook that sent Alesha a few steps sideways. She went after her with a left, but Dixon danced away to safety. It seemed like Alesha figured out what to do, she feinted a left then dug into Amy's belly. Acker took two solid punches to her body before retaliating with an uppercut to Dixon's boobs, but that did not stop the brit's assault. Alesha stung her opponent with a stiff jab to her forehead just to open her up for more body blows. Amy was in trouble, trapped in the corner with Dixon putting more pressure on her,  red gloves bouncing off her flanks and boobs. Then, out of nowhere, Amy sneaked an uppercut that landed perfectly on Alesha's chin. The lady in white lingerie went for a dizzy walk backwards before her ass splatted on the mat. Amy got to the neutral corner nursing her aching body. Alesha was still sitting down at 4, she got to one shaky knee at 6 and received a big applause from the crowd as she picked herself up at 8. She did her best to look as if she was unaffected by the knockdown, but as soon as the ref let the fight continue, Amy delivered a right to her belly that made her cover up and retreat. Acker managed to ship two clean shots to Alesha's head before the bell ended the round.

Amy's coach worked on her aching body, she nodded to her coach as she received more advice on what to do next. Across the room Alesha got an ice pack for her right eye, her coach was shouting at her, obviously unhappy by her performance.

Right after the bell Alesha attacked her rival with a flurry of punches. Some missed, some splatted on her face, some got blocked. Amy retreated under the barrage of red leather and covered up, but Alesha was quick on her feet, smacking Amy's flanks, then snapping a jab to her nose. Driven almost to the wall, but not taking another step back, Amy fired a blow to Alesha's belly that stopped her in her tracks. She took the opportunity and blasted a heavy right hook over Dixon's unprotected face and the singer's knees buckled, she was the one retreating now. Amy was closing in on her, she took a blunt left to the head before forcing the brit into a corner where she pasted another big right to Alesha's face. It was time for the singer to cover up and take a couple of heavy blows to her midsection. Alesha grunted and tried to grab her into a clinch, but she just managed to push Acker away. Dixon stepped forward with a jab, but Amy's right landed flush on her chin and the lady in white lingerie just flopped forwards to the mat face first. Amy walked away and let the ref start the count. Dixon took her time, she got on all fours and rose up at about 7, blinking, her face sporting a bruise under her left eye. The ref checked her up and decided to let the fight continue. Amy was not in a hurry, she let Alesha regroup, then lit her face with another big right that sent her reeling across the room. Amy let Alesha come back to her, swung a right to her body, then a left to the right side of her face. Dixon was on wobbly feet, ready to go down again, but she managed to grab Amy into a clinch. Acker slapped few sharp hits to her kidneys before the bell rang and Alesha had to let go of her.

Both corners were busy during the break. Alesha's coach had to get her back in action, undo the last knockdown and do something about the bruising on her face. In the other corner, Amy slumped on her stool, hurt, taking big gulps of air, but her coach seemed more worried about his fighter starting to look tired.

At the bell both fighters went slowly to the center of the arena. Alesha was very cautious with her attacks, she picked off Amy from a safe distance. Acker got a right to the chin only to retaliate with her own right hook that rocked Alesha's head sideways. She decked a left to brit's boobs that made Dixon wince on her way to safety. Amy chased after her, but her right missed by a mile. Another left flew through the air not hitting anything. Alesha was still quick on her feet, she evaded another right, sneaked inside with left-right combo to Amy's midsection, then blasted an uppercut to her chin that made Acker's knees buckle. Amy felt it, but she had Alesha in her close range, so she clubbed her with a left hook, then with a right uppercut of her own. Alesha went for a clinch, but Amy took a step back and dug a left deep into her opponent's belly. Dixon doubled over and received a hook that came somewhere over her head. She sunk to her knees, then fell to her side. The crowd went silent as dark tanned beauty struggled to get up. At the count of 5, it appeared as it was all over, but at 7 she was crouching and by 9 she pushed herself back to her feet. Alesha was not looking good, but she nodded she can continue so the ref shrug his shoulders and signaled for the fight to continue. Amy was in her corner, slightly bent forwards, mouth open, she really needed this break. Alesha was covering up, ready to soak up more punishment, but Amy was not up for it. She had a few shots at Dixon's ribs, but could not land anything serious. Dixon even managed to smack a good right to Amy's face and a left to her belly by the end of the round.

Alesha was properly beaten, but still in the mood for another round, sitting in her corner, she held an ice pack over her right eye, her coach pressed an end-swell under her left and they seemed to be arguing. Across the room, Amy looked exhausted and spent, it was clear it's been a while since she was in a boxing match and even though she did not look half bad as her opponent, her fighting stance didn't look very promising as she left her corner for the next round.

At the bell for round five, as before, Alesha took the initiative. She stung her opponent's face from long range, ducked under a telegraphed right and unloaded a one-two combination to Amy's boobs. She danced around Acker, landing a left to her ribs. Amy was static, her heavy, sluggish punches were no match for Alesha's fancy footwork. A right hook to the head made Acker cover up and retreat. Dixon fired a left that bounced off Amy's shoulder, then a right deep into the belly. Amy winced in pain, doubled over and sunk to her knees. The ref pushed Alesha away to start the count and kneeled next to Acker, who ended up on all fours. The crowd urged her to get up, chanting her name. She slowly picked herself up at 8 and got into a pose that slightly resembled a fighting stance. The ref shook her head as he checked her up, but after Amy mumbled she can continue, he let the fight go on. Alesha launched a right into Amy's guard that made her take a step back. Seeing her pray almost helpless, with nothing left in the tank, Dixon went all out, punishing Amy's body with vicious blows until she had her almost crouching. A heavy right smacked over the left side of Amy's face, driving her head, then her body to the right. Her nylon clad feet took a few clumsy steps, but could not keep her from falling to the mat. The ref was there to start the count as Alesha ran to her corner to celebrate, she leaped into the arms of her coach, then went to the first row of the audience to greet her fans. The count reached 7, but the lady boxer in black lingerie was still laying flat on the mat. At 9 Amy managed to drag herself into a sitting position, but that was all she could do. The ref called Alesha over and rose her arm up declaring her the winner by a knockout. In the background, Amy was up on unsteady feet and on her way to her corner, assisted by her coach.

Alesha gave a few words to the press, her face and body covered in battle marks, but with a big smile on her face."She still got a good punch, but I knew she can't last long. She's done, she should go back to retirement. As for me, I got plans for staying around this association, I'm ready to mix it up with any of the bitches stupid enough to dare me, they's end up the same as this poor girl.", she said on her way out.The reporters then focused on Amy, still sitting in her corner, tired and disappointed. "Well, this did not go as planned, she really got me. But I gave her a racoon makeup, if that counts for anything", she said, managing to pull out a sincere smile, taking deep breaths between her words, "I have to get back in the gym... and I apologise to all my fans, but next time you see me it's going to be all different, I promise.". Her coach interrupted her and asked the press to leave them alone, then picked up her robe and shoes and escorted Amy out of the arena.