Hailey Clauson vs. Nicola Cavanis (BBU JMDD Title)

(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)

Hailey:
(27, 5’11, 24:4 BBU, SIRENs, 32C)

Nicola:
(24, 5’9, BBU Debut, Revolution Boxing, 34D)

BEFORE:

A lavish display of the diamond-studded bralette takes center stage in the center of the press hall, sparkling under the bright lights, a symbol of immense prestige in the world of JMDD.

Sitting prominently on a velvet cushion, it’s certainly a sight to behold, glistening with countless diamonds intricately embedded onto a delicate framework of platinum. The straps, made from a rich, silky blend, are soft to the touch, yet strong and durable, offering a perfect contrast to the cold sparkle of the diamonds. 

Hailey Clauson, the undisputed champion, strode into the room earlier with it slung over her shoulder. Every inch of her 5’11 frame exudes dominance, and the confidence in her walk, her broad shoulders, and the smirk on her lips make it clear: she knows she's on top.

Nicola Cavanis, on the other hand, isn't far behind in terms of the sheer aura she brings into the room. Despite being a debutant in the BBU, her 9 wins in the FCBA tell a tale of their own. There's fire in her eyes; she's here to prove a point: that she can take down a would-be champ like Clauson, especially with her much larger assets in tow.

The moderator initiates the proceedings for the evening, "Ladies, let's start with your thoughts on the upcoming bout."

Hailey, smirking, begins, "Nicola, sweetie, this isn't FCBA. And darling, this is JMDD. From what I've seen, and no offense, you seem completely out of your element."

Nicola's eyes narrow, "Keep underestimating me, Hailey. It'll make my victory even sweeter. And as for being out of my element? Trust me, when it comes to JMDD, it's not about the experience, it's about the size of one’s assets. And I promise, by the end of the fight, you'll know whose jugs are superior."

But Hailey chuckles back, "You think you can dethrone me before the fifth round? Please. Your record is split even in FCBA, and this is a different ball game. Also, let's not forget the diamond-studded bralette I've defended successfully multiple times. By this point, I think it fits me comfortably."

Nicola retorts from across the room, "You might have the height advantage, Hailey, but when it comes to chest size? Let's just say the fans will decide who's the true queen in the ring. I've come to the BBU for one reason - that title. And trust me, it's coming home with me.”

The air in the room is thick with suspense as Hailey Clauson and Nicola Cavanis prepare to take center stage for their customary JMDD staredown. The audience, having heard all the verbal exchanges, now wants to witness the physical confrontation that's unique to these bouts.

Clauson steps forward first, her diamond-studded JMDD bralette glistening under the stage lights, highlighting her formidable assets. The established champion by this point is used to this ritual, walking right up to the center of the stage as her eyes lock on the German model across from her.

Cavanis, by contrast, looks poised but with an edge of defiance. Making her debut in this league, she’s determined to establish her physical presence from the get-go. The blue hues of her attire draw attention to her own considerable assets, her posture firm as she readies for the inevitable clash.

The two fighters approach each other, and in keeping with JMDD tradition, lean forward, their chests meeting in a defiant challenge. A tangible electricity courses through the room as each tries to physically assert dominance over the other, eyebrows narrowing as they use their bodies to shove the other woman off balance, whilst keeping their hands on their hips.

"Feeling outmatched yet?" Hailey taunts, pressing forward slightly, her smirk evident.

Nicola pushes back, her gaze unyielding, "Think that bralette won’t be big enough to fit me once I take it from you. Might have to get a couple sizes of upgrades."

And before anyone can react, Hailey suddenly lashes out, her right fist snapping straight into Nicola's chin. The crowd gasps, the sound echoing through the venue. Nicola staggers backward, her eyes wide with surprise, but she's far from out. Reacting with quick reflexes, she pivots back with speed, launching her own savage haymaker that connects squarely in between Hailey’s eyes. The champion reels from the blow, and before she can regain her footing, Nicola has already lunged to grab two fistfuls of her long blonde hair.

Pulling Clauson's head down to keep her off balance, Nicola starts driving relentless, punishing shots into the champion's vulnerable breasts. Hailey lets out a strangled cry, attempting to shield herself and struggle, but Nicola's firm grip is merciless, and the chaotic scene plays out for a few more intense seconds before a horde of security rushes in, pulling the two enraged fighters apart.

The immediate aftermath of the brawl is nothing short of pandemonium. Bright flashes from cameras highlight the scene, capturing every electrifying moment as shouts and gasps fill the room.

Hailey, a mix of fury and surprise etched on her face, struggles against the strong grip of the security guards who are doing their best to pull her back. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes darting around as she tries to break free, wanting another piece of Nicola. "You're going to pay for that!" she screams across the room, her voice dripping with venom.

Nicola, on the other hand, while also restrained, has a self-satisfied smirk plastered across her face, seemingly proud of having landed multiple shots on the reigning JMDD champion. She catches her breath, her chest heaving from the adrenaline and the sudden exertion. She shouts back at Hailey, "That was just a taste! Tomorrow, you won't even see me coming!"

Both women continue to spit threats and insults at each other, the tension between them unmistakably clear. As they are led towards opposite exits, the chaos begins to subside, but the audience is still abuzz, with murmurs of anticipation for the fight now higher than ever after witnessing such a raw and unbridled display of rivalry.

Members of the press scramble, looking to get statements from both fighters, but the security teams efficiently shield them away. The staredown has ended, but the fire between the two combatants is far from extinguished.

24 hours later, the arena suddenly goes dark, a haunting melody echoing throughout as the first notes of Billie Eilish's "You Should See Me in a Crown" reverberate. Suddenly, spotlights converge on the entrance ramp, revealing Hailey Clauson, looking nothing short of regal. She dons a shimmering silver robe, its edges embroidered with intricate patterns that sparkle with every step. Underneath the robe, her fight attire is just as dazzling - a pair of silver high-waisted shorts paired with the shimmering JMDD bralette itself, the fabric almost mirror-like in its sheen.

She strides down confidently, her team flanking her, yet all eyes are solely on her. Throughout her walk to the ring, she remains poised, occasionally blowing kisses to the crowd and pointing at herself, reminding everyone that she's the undisputed BBU JMDD champion. Once in the ring, she stretches her arms wide, taking in the adulation, and then points to her chest, emphasizing what this battle is truly about.

Then, as Hailey takes her corner, the lights dim once again, this time pulsating to the beat of "Confident" by Demi Lovato. Nicola Cavanis emerges, exuding confidence as her theme song suggests. Nicola's entrance attire is a contrast to Hailey's; she's in a deep blue velvet robe, giving off an air of royalty. Her in-ring attire, glimpsed as the robe sways, consists of navy blue boxing shorts with gold trim, and a matching top that does little to hide her assets.

She confidently strides down the ramp, occasionally pointing at the diamond-studded bralette that’s being removed and handed over to the referee, signaling her intent to claim it by the night's end. She meets the eyes of fans, nodding, soaking in the energy. As she approaches the ring, she skips up the steps, displaying her readiness.

The two women, once inside, are a study in contrasts. Hailey, despite her earlier bravado, now exudes a calm aura, occasionally glancing at Nicola, her eyes filled with challenge. Nicola, on the other hand, has an edge of excitement, bouncing lightly on her toes, not taking her eyes off Hailey.

The referee gets this show on the roar with a wave of the opening bell. Both girls are ready for ten rounds of JMDD action! This here’s for the BBU JMDD title!


ROUND 1:

As the bell rings, the arena resonates with the weight of anticipation. Hailey Clauson, the reigning champion, stands tall, a practiced and refined air about her. Across the ring, the newcomer Nicola Cavanis bounces lightly on her toes, the adrenaline of her BBU debut evident in her posture. Cavanis starts the offensive, feinting a jab to Clauson's head, attempting to draw her guard upward. When Hailey takes the bait, Nicola swiftly redirects her strike, delivering a solid punch to the champ's bosom. The crowd reacts audibly to the thud of glove against skin. Hailey, for her part, doesn't allow the early shot to deter her. She responds by aiming a series of hooks to Nicola's side, targeting her ribs in an effort to lower the debutante's guard. It works momentarily, allowing Clauson to swiftly redirect her focus and land a sneaky shot to Nicola’s assets. The tit-for-tat continues, with both fighters exploiting head and body shots as setups for their JMDD scoring strikes. Amid the calculated exchanges, there's a moment where Nicola manages to land a sharp hook to Hailey's jaw, causing the champ to momentarily reel backward. Sensing an opportunity, Cavanis unleashes a flurry of punches, some targeting the head, while others focus on the midsection. The barrage culminates with a powerful right hand to Hailey's bust, drawing a wince from the champion. However, the wily Clauson is not to be underestimated. As the round progresses, she baits Nicola with a series of feints, luring the younger fighter into a false sense of security. When Cavanis commits to a punch, Hailey sidesteps and delivers a solid uppercut, which lands flush on Nicola's chin, followed immediately by a thudding punch to her breasts. The combo causes Nicola to stagger back, momentarily stunned. "Just getting started," Hailey murmurs, a smirk playing on her lips as the bell sounds, signaling the end of an intense first round. Both women return to their respective corners, their coaches offering strategic insights. Clauson, ever the experienced fighter, listens intently, while across the ring, Nicola gulps down air, her confidence slightly rattled but far from shattered.

ROUND 2:

The bell chimes, marking the start of the second round, and Hailey Clauson charges out of her corner with a fiery resolve in her eyes. Nicola Cavanis is equally determined, and the crowd is treated to an intense exchange right from the get-go. Hailey leads with a powerful jab, forcing Nicola to parry and create some distance. Using this momentary pause, Clauson lunges forward, aiming a hook straight at Cavanis' chest. The glove sinks into Nicola’s bosom, visibly contorting the flesh and sending a ripple across her bust. The resulting smack! sound, accompanied by Nicola's sharp exhale, electrifies the arena. Not to be outdone, Nicola quickly retaliates. She sidesteps Clauson's next punch, pivoting to deliver a precise, stinging uppercut right beneath Hailey’s breasts. The force causes the champion’s chest to momentarily compress before bouncing back, and a guttural grunt escapes from Clauson's lips, signaling the intensity of the blow. The intensity ramps up as both fighters take turns landing body shots and deft blows to the head, trying to exploit the slightest defensive lapses of the other. Every landed punch, whether it's a jab to the face or a hook to the ribs, serves as a setup for those coveted strikes to the chest. Each time a glove meets its mark, the soft, muffled thuds and audible gasps from both fighters punctuate the air, creating a symphony of combat. In one particularly fierce exchange, Hailey dodges a swing aimed at her head and retaliates with a straight punch square into Nicola's cleavage. The entire arena seems to pause for a split second, feeling the weight of the blow, as Nicola's assets are pressed inwards, reshaping under the pressure before rebounding back. A surprised gasp leaves Nicola's mouth, her face a mixture of pain and determination. As the seconds tick down in the round, both fighters remain relentless. Nicola, in a burst of energy, corners Hailey and delivers a rapid combo: a punch to the gut, a jab to the nose, and a powerful hook that flattens Clauson's chest, causing her to momentarily stagger back. The bell rings, signaling the round's end. Both fighters, sweat glistening on their bodies, retreat to their corners, knowing they've given and taken some of the best shots the other has to offer. The crowd is on its feet, the electric atmosphere hinting at the further explosive action yet to come.


ROUND 3:

The third bell rings, but instead of the immediate aggression witnessed in the previous round, both fighters approach with a touch more caution. It's Nicola, however, who's found her rhythm faster, and she wastes little time in letting Hailey know it. Within the first minute, Cavanis lunges in, landing a stiff jab to Clauson's face, momentarily dazing her. She then follows with a series of brutal body shots. Each thudding impact against Hailey's toned midsection sends her body quivering in response. The punches are meticulously placed, targeting the soft spots just below the ribcage. Hailey's breath becomes labored; every exhalation comes out as a strained grunt, evidence of the German's potent punching power. Capitalizing on her momentum, Nicola then focuses on the BBU JMDD Champion's exposed chest. With unerring accuracy, she throws a left hook, causing Hailey's breast to swing violently to the side. Immediately following up with a right, Clauson's other breast mirrors the action, swinging just as wildly in the opposite direction. The sheer force of the hits and the wild oscillations put a visible strain on Hailey's bikini top. The thin strings stretch taut, looking as though they might snap under the strain, which would be a disaster in a JMDD bout. As minute three dawns, Nicola senses her chance. With Hailey visibly shaken and on the backfoot, Cavanis crafts a combination that brings the crowd to its feet. She starts with a vicious uppercut to Clauson’s chin, sending her head snapping back, and while Hailey's arms instinctively rise in defense, Nicola expertly slides a rapid series of hooks and jabs, targeting the champion's now vulnerable chest. With each brutal strike, Clauson's breasts are sent into chaotic motion, swinging left, right, and even upwards. Their momentum seems almost unnatural, and it’s a testament to the strength of that bikini top that it manages to hold together amidst the onslaught. But Hailey’s resilience isn't infinite. A particularly devastating left hook to the chest, followed by a straight right to the temple, seals the deal. Clauson's legs buckle beneath her, and she FALLS heavily to the canvas, her eyes glassy and her breaths shallow! It’s a surprise KNOCKDOWN for the Revolution Boxing challenger!


And the referee immediately starts the count as Nicola retreats to a neutral corner, a confident smirk on her face. The crowd, meanwhile, is at the edge of their seats, waiting to see if the reigning BBU JMDD Champion can beat the count and continue the fight. But as the referee's count progresses, many in the crowd are already murmuring, convinced they're witnessing the downfall of the undisputed JMDD Champion. The count reaches five, and for a few agonizing moments, it seems as though Clauson might remain sprawled on the canvas. But, at six, there's a flicker of movement. Hailey's fingers twitch, then curl into the mat. She grimaces, pain evident on her face, but determination too. By the count of seven, she's managed to prop herself up onto one elbow, her free hand massaging her temple, trying to dispel the fog clouding her vision. And then, with a tremendous show of grit, by the count of eight, Clauson has pulled herself onto her knees, then uses the ropes to drag herself upright. The referee examines her closely, ensuring she’s fit to continue. Hailey's eyes, although glassy, are defiant, and she nods, signaling her intention to fight on!  


But there’s only a couple of seconds left on the clock. No sooner has the referee allowed the match to continue than the bell clangs, signaling the end of a tumultuous third round. Hailey, leaning against her corner and taking deep, labored breaths, is grateful for the reprieve. Her corner team rushes in, offering both physical and moral support, readying her for the upcoming round. Across the ring, Nicola, though confident, can't help but display a hint of frustration. She had been close, so very close, to claiming victory over the champion. Now, she’d have to regroup and get ready to engage once more, while Hailey would undoubtedly come back stronger and more focused. The next round promised even more drama and intensity.


ROUND 4:

The bell chimes for the fourth, and immediately, it’s clear that Clauson, while determined, is still on wobbly legs. She starts cautiously, trying to maintain distance, throwing out a jab or two to the face, not to hit, but to keep the ravenous Nicola at bay. Cavanis, however, sensing the vulnerability of the JMDD champion, adopts a more aggressive posture, her eyes sharp and fixated on her prey. Hailey's strategy seems evident early on: keep her distance, use that jab, and clinch up when necessary to eat up the clock and recover her breath. But Nicola is still marching into her, punches swinging away, relentless. She feints a hook to the head, drawing Hailey’s guard high, and then drives merciless punches into Clauson's midsection, each thudding shot sending jolts of pain through the big American's frame, causing her to grunt audibly and body to shudder with each impact. Every now and then, Cavanis switches it up, sending crashing hooks into Hailey’s chest, making the flesh further ripple and swing, the bikini top strained to its limits, threatening an early wardrobe malfunction. But of course, Cavanis’ real goal is to knock the champion off her feet for the second time in a row; doing so would surely guarantee her the diamond-studded bralette. Towards the last minute, Clauson, desperate to stem the onslaught, clinches with the German model frequently, pulling Nicola into a close embrace. It's a smart strategy, giving herself precious moments of respite, mouth breathing on the shoulder, and frustrating the German in the process. Every time they clinch, Nicola is forced to reset, fists lacking power as she beats on the blonde’s sides, briefly stalling her barrage. While Nicola clearly controls the round, the constant aggression and the need to reset after every clinch seems to be draining her of energy too. The punches she throws in the latter half of the round, though still powerful, don't possess the same snap as earlier. And as the seconds tick down to the end, it's evident that the pace is catching up to Cavanis. Finally, the bell rings, concluding the fourth. Hailey, looking exhausted and bruised, trudges back to her corner, seeking solace and guidance. Her face, a map of fatigue and pain, shows resilience but also an underlying worry. Across the ring, Nicola, even in her dominance this round, is panting heavily. The act of trying to finish Clauson off has clearly taken a toll, and she gulps down water, her corner trying to reinvigorate her for the rounds to come. They know as well as she does: letting Clauson recover might spell trouble…


ROUND 5:

The fifth sees both fighters visibly fatigued from the previous engagements, but still stepping out from their corners at the same time. Nicola initiates the proceedings with the same aggressive intent she displayed in the prior rounds. Her opening salvo consists of swift jabs that pepper Hailey's already reddened face. With precision, she couples these with powerful hooks aimed squarely at the American's chest, each punch eliciting a muted groan from Hailey and causing the tender flesh to reverberate on impact. Hailey, for her part, appears somewhat still in recovery mode, focusing on defense, absorbing some shots, parrying others, and dancing around to buy herself time. But as the second minute wanes, an opportunity presents itself for the champion. Nicola, perhaps a tad overconfident and certainly showing signs of the fatigue from her high-octane strategy, drops her guard momentarily, and Hailey seizes the brief window: suddenly, the air is filled with the sharp sounds of leather meeting skin, with Hailey ripping into Nicola with a series of blasting hooks. The first few land flush on Nicola's breasts, sending shockwaves through them, the force of the blows causing Nicola's chest to swing about violently, threatening the integrity of her own bikini top. Each shot elicits a gasp of pain and surprise from the German as she gets pushed back. But Hailey isn't done, quickly transitioning her focus as her hooks rise and dip, finding their mark on Nicola's face. One, two, three—each snapping Nicola's head side-to-side. Suddenly, the tables have turned. And Nicola, rocked by the unexpected barrage, staggers back, her once-confident posture replaced with a defensive stance as she tries to regain her bearings. Hailey presses forward, looking to compound her advantage. But Nicola, though hurt, remains no easy target, evading the worst of the follow-up strikes as the round's dying seconds tick away. The bell heralds the end of the fifth. Both women, now wearing the physical toll of the bout, return to their corners.


ROUND 6:

It’s the sixth, and it's evident that the tide has turned in favor of the champion. Hailey, having rediscovered her mojo in the previous round, moves with a renewed sense of purpose and confidence. Her eyes, sharp and focused, fixate on Nicola, who still seems to be reeling from the onslaught she endured moments ago. The round begins with Hailey pressing the advantage, utilizing her superior reach to land a series of stiff jabs that continuously find their mark on Nicola's face. Each punch causes Nicola's head to snap back, the sting of the leather apparent in her winces. However, it's not just the head that Hailey targets; her hooks, fierce and deliberate, then crash into Nicola's chest. With every connection, there's a distinct sound of leather meeting flesh, and Nicola's breasts bear the brunt, each punch causing them to ripple and sway. By the second minute, it's clear that Hailey is in complete control. Nicola, usually aggressive and forward-moving, is pushed onto the back foot. She struggles to establish her own rhythm, often resorting to hastily thrown punches that Hailey effortlessly parries or dodges. Each evasion from the champion is swiftly followed up with a counter, a reminder of the American's boxing prowess. As the third minute approaches, Hailey spots another opening. Following a feint to Nicola's midsection, she unleashes a brutal uppercut that connects squarely with the base of Nicola's chin. The impact is immediate and devastating, with Nicola's eyes rolling back momentarily, her legs buckling as she collapses into the nearby ropes, before CRASHING down onto the canvas, looking shell shocked! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN just like that for the champion!


The arena erupts in a mix of shock and awe, as Clauson roars in dominance before strutting back to the neutral corner, leaving the referee to initiate the count, with all eyes on the fallen challenger. "One! Two! Three!" Nicola, clearly dazed, tries to gather her bearings. She shakes her head, as if to clear the cobwebs, and by the count of "Seven!", she starts to push herself up. "Eight!" And with sheer willpower, Nicola manages to get to her feet just in time, albeit shakily! The referee checks on her, ensuring she's fit to continue. And though she has managed to beat the count, the damage is evident. Hailey, smelling blood in the water, is poised to launch another attack when the bell rings to resume the round. But just as she's about to, the bell rings, signaling its end. It's a brief reprieve for Nicola, who trudges back to her corner, grateful for the respite, while Hailey returns to hers, the momentum firmly on her side. Suddenly, the outcome of this fight has been thrown wide open!


ROUND 7:

The moment the bell rings to start the seventh, Hailey emerges from her corner with a hunter's gaze, fully aware that she has Nicola on the ropes. Nicola, on the other hand, wears the battle scars of the previous rounds — her face red and swollen, her eyes showing a mix of determination and weariness. Without wasting any time, Hailey closes the distance, pushing Nicola back with a flurry of jabs. Each jab forces Nicola to retreat, her back inching closer and closer to the ropes. Then, the champ starts to target her midsection, the punches relentless, thudding into the German's toned abs, each shot making Nicola gasp and lurch. But Hailey isn't just targeting the body. Her hooks swing in after, crashing into Nicola's breasts with such ferocity that it appears as though the strings of her bikini top might snap any second. The sound — a mix of leather striking flesh and Nicola's involuntary grunts — resonates throughout the arena. Desperately trying to find respite, Nicola raises her arms to protect her face, but this only opens her up further. Hailey shifts her focus, alternating between Nicola's now exposed midsection and chest, each punch delivered with more force than the last. But it's the final sequence that leaves everyone in stunned silence. Spotting an opening, Hailey winds up and delivers a haymaker that connects cleanly with Nicola's jaw, the sheer power turning her head violently to the side. For a split second, time seems to slow down, as Nicola's eyes go wide in shock, her legs giving out, and her body collapsing backward onto the canvas, before lying motionless on her side. It’s the third KNOCKDOWN in this fight itself, and from the way Cavanis looks sprawled upon the canvas, her arms lying limp and overhead, it might just be over! The referee rushes in, signaling Hailey to move to a neutral corner for him to start the count. "One! Two! Three!" But by the time he reaches "Five," it's clear to everyone that Nicola won't be getting up, and he WAVES off the rest of the count to signal the end of this championship match! It’s OVER in KO, brawling fashion!


Official Result: Hailey Clauson defeats Nicola Cavanis via KO7!


AFTER:

With the final bell echoing its verdict, Hailey Clauson stands triumphant in the center of the ring, her hands raised high in victory. The cheers from her supporters are deafening, adding to her dominant win tonight, which marks her … defense of the BBU JMDD title. She takes a moment to absorb the applause and the adulation, the realization of a hard-fought win in the form of a tired smirk playing on her lips.


However, as her teammates and coaches begin to join her in jubilation, Hailey's gaze hardens, locking onto Nicola's fallen form. The events of the fight, their earlier confrontation, and all the verbal jousting come rushing back. The celebrations fade into the background as her singular focus turns to settling scores.


Swiftly and with purpose, Hailey removes her gloves, tossing them to the side. Then, she strides over to where Nicola, still visibly dazed from the knockout, is slowly trying to regain her senses and sit up by the ropes. And before anyone else can react, Hailey has lunged down, her fingers weaving into Nicola's hair, before yanking her up to a forced kneel.


Nicola's eyes, still clouded from the blow, blink in confusion and pain. The German's defiance is still there, but it's muted, overshadowed by her recent downfall.


"Thought you had me, didn't you?" Hailey taunts, her voice dripping with venom. Each word is emphasized with a sharp jerk of Nicola's hair, forcing her to meet Hailey's gaze. When Nicola tries to pull away, to muster some semblance of resistance, Hailey's hand flashes, delivering a stinging slap across the German's already reddened cheek.


Then, with a cruel sneer, she grabs Nicola by the wrist, pulling the semi-limp form of the German along the canvas. Each tug brings a weak, involuntary groan from Nicola's lips, her disoriented state evident in the slackness of her body and the distant look in her eyes. 


Reaching the center of the ring, a spotlight overhead casts an intense focus on the two women. With one swift, decisive motion, Hailey pushes Nicola down, sending her sprawling onto her back. There, in the center of the ring, Nicola's form lies sprawled out, a testament to the harsh battle she's just endured. Her chest rises and falls unevenly, the rhythm disrupted by her shallow, gasping breaths. The sweat-soaked strands of her hair are plastered to her forehead, a stark contrast to her pale complexion, which has lost much of its usual vitality. She has a distant, glazed look in her eyes.


As Hailey circles her, like a predator sizing up its prey, Nicola's awareness seems to be floating in and out. She's in a daze, her mind and body disconnected from the reality of her surroundings. Her limbs, heavy and drained, offer little resistance to any movement. The vibrant fighter from earlier rounds, the one who defied and challenged Hailey with fierce tenacity, is now just a weakened, vulnerable form in the ring. Oblivious to the looming threat, her breaths come in ragged whimpers.


First, Clauson plants a knee on either side of Nicola's waist, effectively straddling and immobilizing her opponent's midsection. Nicola lets out a feeble, breathless protest, but it's clear her strength has waned; the effects of the punishing rounds prior making resistance a difficult proposition.


With a predatory grace, Hailey then leans forward, swiftly securing Nicola's arms overhead. This act further cements Nicola's feeling of vulnerability, her arms pinned and rendered useless against the canvas. The German fighter's eyes dart around wildly, a hint of panic glinting in her already dazed expression as she recognizes what’s coming next.


Without hesitation, Hailey slides her arms smoothly around the back of Nicola's head and neck, pulling her deeper into the crux of her cleavage. Nicola's muffled sounds of distress emanate from the depth of the smother, but Hailey just tightens her hold, using her weight and leverage to ensure that Nicola remains firmly ensnared. The air grows thick with the tension of the moment, the once defiant Nicola now trapped and dominated, while Hailey, with a satisfied smirk, relishes every second of her dominant display.


With Nicola's arms still pinned overhead, Clauson ensures that her adversary is vulnerable and bereft of any defensive tools. Hailey then leans in, her chest meeting Nicola's face in a deep, enveloping embrace. Every ounce of Nicola's face, from her forehead down to her chin, gets pressed between Hailey's generous assets. The once fiery German's struggles can be heard in her muffled gasps and groans, the soft confines of Hailey's bust smothering all attempts at coherent sound.


Beneath Hailey, Nicola's legs kick and thrash in an instinctual bid for freedom. Her hips buck, attempting to dislodge her tormentor. Even her fingers, trapped though they are, twitch and strain, seeking purchase on the canvas or even a grip on Hailey’s arms. Each twist and turn, however, only seems to pull her deeper into the trap. With each wriggle, Hailey adjusts, sealing the smother even tighter. Nicola's muted cries of distress reverberate within the soft prison, but it's clear they fall on unsympathetic ears.


As the seconds drag on, Nicola's struggles begin to weaken. The frantic kicking slows to feeble twitches. The desperate gasps become shallow, intermittent breaths. And, eventually, the once defiant fighter goes limp, her consciousness claimed by the smothering embrace of her triumphant adversary. The arena, filled with a mixture of shock, awe, and applause, watches as Hailey maintains her hold just a moment longer, ensuring her dominance is undisputed.


As Hailey slowly releases her grip and sits up, Nicola's face emerges, telling a tale of a woman truly vanquished. Her once fierce eyes are now shut, her eyelashes casting shadows on her pale cheeks, flushed a light pink from the prolonged deprivation of air. Her lips are slightly parted, allowing shallow breaths to escape, with droplets of perspiration lining her forehead. Her chest rises and falls with an almost exaggerated slowness, indicative of deep unconsciousness. Strands of her hair, slick with sweat, stick to the sides of her face and neck, and her limbs lay sprawled, a testament to her final, futile struggles.


Hailey, meanwhile, arches her back and flexes her toned arms, a victorious smirk playing on her lips. She glances down at her defeated opponent beneath her, letting out a chuckle before posing for the numerous flashing cameras. Her fingers form a ‘V’ for victory as she revels in the spotlight, drinking in every moment.


“I think everyone saw what happens when someone tries to take what’s rightfully mine. Nicola thought she could step up to the plate and dethrone me? Please. She's just another name on the list of those who've underestimated me and paid the price. You all saw what I did to her in that ring. She might be tough, but tonight, she was just another victim. Let this be a lesson to anyone else eyeing my championship,” Hailey later tells reporters.


Cavanis, her face showcasing a mix of anger, pride, and swelling from the fight, responds much later backstage with her own vehemence: “Don’t get too comfortable, Hailey. Everyone saw that I had you on the ropes more than once. Today wasn’t my day, but I assure you, there will be a next time. And when that comes, you’ll be the one gasping for breath beneath me. Enjoy this victory while you can because the next time we meet, I'll be the one standing tall.”