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28 July 2023 Alexis Ren vs Kendall Jenner

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OFFICIAL FCBA "INDEPENDENCE DAY" PPV 2023

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 July 2023 at 8:05 pm

Kendall Jenner x Alexis Ren World Tour

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

Alexis Ren vs. Kendall Jenner (AMD Bareknuckle Beach Boxing)

Alexis:
(26, 5’8, 75:22 FCBA, VIXENs)

Kendall:
(27, 5’10, 81:29 FCBA, Girls Friday)

BEFORE:
“All that sh*t talk over the last few months, it stops here,” Ren practically shouts into the microphone at the pre-fight press conference, looking fired up and incensed. “The only noises Kendall will be making by the end of the night? Pathetic whimperings into my tummy! And did you see the way she lost to Cohen? What a JOKE!!” Ren lets out a shrill laugh from the table, determined to get under Kendall’s skin good and early.

We are of course in the same grand ballroom of the … in Dubai, with the two rivals returning to the place after the last two months of touring the likes of South Africa and Europe. So far, the score between Ren and Jenner are neck-and-neck, with what looked at first to be Jenner’s ultimate dominance right to the very end suddenly spoiled by her recent loss to Eden Cohen… another budding rival on BOTH their radars.

Across the room, Jenner bites her tongue for now, listening to all of Ren’s arguments and spiteful comments over the years, and having gotten very good at ignoring them. Finally, after Ren has said her piece, the Girls Friday superstarlet responds:

“Tonight is a chance to shut this girl up for good,” Kendall responds later on, with a confident nod of her own. “As much fun as I’ve been having during this World Tour, the true highlights have been kicking Ren’s arse in Dubai. After beating her tonight, that last fight between us won’t matter. I’m the better woman and fighter. Always was, always has been. I’ll beat her down no matter WHAT kind of fight we’re in.”

Fight officials know better than to let these two meet in the center of the stage, allowing them to lock eyes only from across the room. Girls are clearly not happy about this, Ren in particular gesturing with rude, raised middle fingers and her tongue stuck out, pacing excitedly and secretly trying to circumvent the wall of officials in order to lunge at her rival like a prowling lioness. Jenner looking more stoic, standing tall in her long black ballroom gown with a plunging neckline. She meets Ren’s glare with a stern expression and smirk playing on her lips, both arms folded across her chest but ready to lunge back if Ren gets even a sliver close.

Hours later, we’re back on the sandy shores, with both fighters having disrobed and looking ravishing as they make their way to the makeshift ring. Jenner’s in a dark brown bikini, her black hair tied up into a battle bun. From across the sandy arena, Ren has gone for a white bikini of her own, strutting through the crowds and sticking her butt out as she enters the ring.

This here’s an AMD match on the beach, with both their hands laid bare and wrapped in white tape. They’re already settling into their respective fighting stances, getting ready for the opening bell! There’s the referee’s wave of the hand, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Lightweight AMD Beach Boxing action!

ROUND 1:
At the sound of the bell, the sandy battleground turns into a heated warzone! Alexis and Kendall throw themselves into each other with abandon, immediately embroiled in a wild grappling match. Fingers are tangled in long, sun-kissed hair, free fists are brutally plugged into one another's bodies, leaving red imprints on the bare skin. Alexis, however, seems to have the upper hand this round. Her energy level is significantly higher, and her aggression is practically radiating, fully determined to make up for her previous loss, with her fists swinging wildly in all directions and connecting with Kendall's sculpted torso. Jenner, for her part, manages to keep her composure amidst the storm of Alexis' onslaught. She manages to maneuver the lean blonde into the ropes, tying her up in a clinch and restricting her movements. Kendall's strategic move to control and smother Alexis into the ropes means she’s able to also sneak in a few solid shots into the pit of the blonde’s belly, the pik pak of bare fists making contact with tummy flesh mixing deliciously with the cheers of the crowd, eliciting a wince, and another. By the time the bell rings, it's clear that Alexis has taken the round from her earlier aggression, having landed more and harder hits overall on her opponent. The referee, of course, no surprise, has to step in and pry both fighters apart, separating snarling lips and entwined limbs, before herding them back to their corners. It’s been a high-energy, brutal exchange, and it’s only the first round!

ROUND 2:
In the second, Kendall adapts a fresh strategy, curbing her previous aggressive impulses for a more calculated approach. Instead, she opts to maintain a safe distance, artfully picking off Alexis from afar. The usual target, the body, is not the only recipient of Kendall's balled fist this time; in a surprising twist, she targets Alexis' unguarded face as well. This unconventional approach is a shock to Ren, who hadn't prepared to defend her facial area in an AMD contest. Alexis squeals in protest and surprise as each balled fist crushes into her cheek or chin, her outraged cries serving only to disrupt her focus and make her attacks hasty and ineffective. She continues her assault on Kendall's body, but her punches are readily intercepted by Kendall's lower, defensive stance. For the majority of the round, Kendall expertly controls this fight, maintaining her lead over her blonde rival. However, the last minute of the round sees a shift in the momentum as Alexis adopts Kendall's own unconventional strategy. A brutal overhand right lands squarely on Kendall's lips, snapping her head back and sending her staggering away in a daze. Seizing the opportunity, Alexis quickly closes the distance and launches a vicious attack on Kendall's newly vulnerable midsection. As she barrels in, she slams a forceful punch into Kendall's exposed midsection, sinking her clenched fist deep into the soft, vulnerable flesh. The sound of impact echoes loudly above the roar of the crowd, a sickening thud that emphasizes the power behind the hit. Kendall's breath whooshes out of her in a pained gasp, her body crumpling slightly under the force. Alexis wastes no time, launching more powerful punches into her opponent's belly, each one more devastating than the last, taking full advantage of Kendall's temporary weakness. Despite this late-round setback, however, Kendall manages to secure the round, stumbling back to corner after clinching up with Ren earlier and then shoving her off roughly. It’s by a narrow margin, however, proving this fight is far from over!

ROUND 3:
Both women THROW themselves into a head-to-head brawl in the center of the makeshift ring, their frantic movements kicking up swirling eddies of sand and spray! Ren, determined to duplicate her earlier success, makes a swift move to target Kendall's face. But Kendall is prepared this time, blocking her oncoming attack with a swift ease before retaliating with a powerful uppercut that drives deep into the pit of Alexis' belly. The impact folds Alexis over in shock, her breath gasping out in a pained hiss. Retreating hastily, Alexis spends the majority of the first minute on the defensive, sucking in desperate lungfuls of air as she tries to shield her already aching torso from further harm. But Kendall is relentless, whipping her fists into Alexis' temple and chin, forcing her to raise her arms for protection. This leaves her midsection exposed, and Kendall seizes the opportunity, pounding away further at her vulnerable body, driving her back into the frayed ropes. Desperate, Alexis clinches, her fingernails digging into Kendall's hair as she pushes against Kendall’s sweat-slicked body. But Kendall continues her body hunt unabated, snapping short but effective punches into Alexis' torso. Each hit makes Alexis' body jerk and lurch, each subsequent punch folding her over in pain, as the incessant assault begins to take a severe toll on her. As the bell rings to signal the end of the round, Alexis is left a battered mess, sputtering weakly on Kendall's shoulder and pawing feebly at her shoulders. Kendall doesn't immediately release her, continuing to wrench blows into her stomach until the referee has to step in to forcefully separate them. The crowd roars in approval at the savage display, with Kendall dominating this round quite decisively!

ROUND 4:
The round kicks off with a noticeable shift in strategy, with Alexis opting for evasion, her tummy, now a shade of angry pink, still heaving from Kendall's brutal assault in the previous round. But she's not backing down either, unleashing a series of punishing blows directed at Kendall's nose and temples, seemingly dismissing the brunette's persistent jabs aimed at her breasts and belly in this AMD contest. Kendall’s frustration mounts when Alexis lands another knuckle sandwich straight to her chin, causing her head to snap back with the impact. With irritation etched on her face, Kendall decides to change her strategy. She attempts to bulldoze Alexis down, a move that proves ill-advised as the nimble blonde effortlessly sidesteps her, peppering Kendall with more jabs all over in the process, before her fists dig into the brunette's unprotected sides and ribs. Each connection elicits a pained grunt from Kendall, her body shuddering and eliciting harsh, pained grunts from the brunette. Summoning what remains of her strength and willpower, Kendall straightens up and wraps her arms around Alexis, pushing with all her might to pin the blonde against the ropes. It's a desperate attempt for a brief respite, to gain some control over the increasingly brutal fight, but Alexis proves to be just as determined and stubborn as she is. Ren resists, using the lean strength of her own body to keep them anchored in the center of the makeshift ring. Her fists don't stop moving either, continuously shoved and slammed into the sides of Jenner's lean torso. With each solid connection, more patches of Kendall's taut, bronzed torso turn a tender pink, a grim but beautiful canvas of the battle that's raging between them. When the round finally ends, the heated exchange does not. Kendall, refusing to back down, shoves Ren off before landing a punishing shot across her' breasts… but Ren instantly retaliates with a backhand whip that connects with Kendall's mouth, sending her reeling to the side! Those late strikes don't count towards the scoreboards, but they sure leave their mark!

ROUND 5:
Jenner leans back on her heels, a distant look of distress etched on her face. She's been through the wringer in the last few rounds, the effects of which are showing on her flawless skin, now flushed and littered with bright red imprints. Alexis Ren, on the other hand, seems to be a woman possessed, striding forward with a predatory glint in her eyes. The opening minute is a cagey affair, Kendall playing it safe, circling and maintaining distance. Alexis, however, is having none of it. With a determined look, she advances, then lunges, bypassing Jenner's guard to pummel her midsection. A rapid series of punches, each pik pak resonating across the makeshift ring, driving Kendall backward, until her back smacks against the frayed ropes. But then, Kendall rallies, surging back out with both her fists swinging wide. She connects with a stunning hook to Ren's temple that briefly stops the blonde in her tracks, and Kendall immediately reaches out, intending to latch onto Ren's shoulders, her body coiling like a spring, ready to strike… The silent tension breaks, however, when Ren strikes first, a vicious backhand whipping Jenner's head to the side, the audible smack of flesh on flesh echoing in the air! Kendall's eyes widen in shock and the crowd gasps collectively. Then, drawing her own fist back and twisting her hips, Ren's fist rockets up and sinks deep into the pit of Kendall's stomach! The sound of the punch, a brutal 'THUD', fills the air, so powerful it seems to momentarily suspend Kendall in mid-air, her body jolting in half in response. A low, guttural groan escapes from her lips, her face contorting in agony. Her eyes are wide and shocked, mouth gaping open as she tries to draw in breath as she stumbles back, but finds none. The punch's force doubles her over, her lithe body folding like a deck of cards, and the taste of sand stings her tongue as she slumps down onto the sand, her body writhing in an attempt to recover! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Alexis Ren!

Ren towers over the fallen Kendall, a victorious smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes, alight with triumph, take in the sight of the toppled model before her. The brunette beauty is down on all fours, her shaky hands pawing weakly at Ren's ankles in a last-ditch, feeble effort to regain her footing.

"What happened to those ‘abs’ of yours, Jenner," Alexis hisses, her voice filled with smug satisfaction. “f*cking fit my ass…”

The referee quickly intervenes, guiding a still gloating Alexis back towards a neutral corner. The Vixen steps back unwillingly, her chest heaving and fists still raised in anticipation. Meanwhile, Kendall's body trembles on the sand dunes, conscious of failure here meaning another victory for her hated rival. The crowd falls into a hush as the referee begins the ten-count. Kendall's fans watch on, their hearts in their throats as their idol struggles on the sandy floor. With each passing second, it seems less and less likely that she will manage to rise. She tries, regardless, gritting her teeth, forcing herself onto her knees, her trembling arms cradling her tortured midsection.

"Ten!" The referee waves his hands, just as Kendall's attempt to rise from the sandy canvas falters, and she collapses back onto the sand with a soft thud, her body convulsing once, twice, before it finally stills, her chest heaving with exertion and defeat! It’s OVER!

Official Result: Alexis Ren defeats Kendall Jenner via KO5!

AFTER:
Wanting to return the humiliation she had suffered in their previous fight, Ren immediately marches over to the prone figure of Jenner, sprawled out in the sand, crouching down and grabbing a hold of Kendall’s hair, giving it a good, solid yank, clearly intending to drag the beaten brunette up from all fours for more humiliation.

But Jenner ain’t done yet! With a fierce burst of adrenaline, she reaches up and slams a sudden, searing fist right into Ren's belly. The reaction is immediate. Ren gasps, the breath punched right out of her as her eyes go wide in surprise. But Jenner doesn’t stop there, pulling back to drive another uppercut up into the base of her chest, right into one of her bikini-clad breasts, the sound of knuckles connecting with firm flesh echoing amidst the crowd's cheers and catcalls!

But Ren maintains her firm grip on Jenner's hair, violently yanking and jerking her head about in spite of more fists slamming into her body. Even as Kendall's punches continue to wind her, causing her to buckle forward, Ren is unyielding. In retaliation, she drives her knee upwards in a swift, brutal motion, smashing it into the base of Kendall's chin.

The sound of the collision is like a crack of lightning, followed by an echoing thud that reverberates through the improvised arena. Kendall's eyes glaze over instantly, her body jolting backwards from the impact. Not missing a beat, Alexis repeats the knee strike, landing another, then another, each one just as potent as the last.

The merciless assault leaves Jenner in a daze, her body swaying dangerously before finally slumping back down onto her knees. Alexis stands triumphant over her defeated rival, her smirk as clear as the glistening sweat on her face. "Look at you now, Jenner…" she gloats, "You’re right where you belong."

She savors this moment of domination, Kendall's face nestled against her lower belly, her lips pursed just above Alexis' navel. It's a picture of absolute defeat that has Ren nearly purring in satisfaction. "How's the view down there?"

But Alexis lingers too long, spending precious seconds keeping Jenner’s lips pressed into her pulsing torso, her gloating words giving Kendall just enough time to recover her senses. Soon, the dazed expression in Kendall's eyes sharpens into a fierce glare, filled with undisguised hatred for the blonde standing above her. A low, threatening growl rumbles in her throat, as she squares her shoulders, tension winding up her body like a tightly coiled spring.

And then, she unleashes it.

With a snarl, Kendall swings her forearm up, her motion swift and deliberate. Her arm connects between Alexis' legs in a brutal low blow, cutting Ren's laughter short and replacing it with a shocked gasp! The crowd's cheers suddenly morph into shouts of surprise as the victorious Ren stumbles on the sand, and a high-pitched shriek pierces the seaside air.

Alexis immediately releases Kendall's hair and shoots down to cover her violated area. She sinks slowly down to her knees on the sand, her body hunched over as if trying to shield itself from the onslaught of pain that’s coursing through her lower body.

Meanwhile, Kendall's face twists into a cruel smile, the malice in her eyes glinting under the sun. Capitalizing on Alexis' unexpected vulnerability, Jenner swiftly snuggles her thighs over Alexis' quaking ones, pulling the blubbering blonde into a merciless embrace. Her arm secures around Alexis' head and the back of her neck, trapping her in this painful entanglement.

With Alexis held immobile, Kendall doesn't waste any time. She draws back her free fist, the muscles of her arm straining with pent-up energy, and then - WHAM! - her fist crashes into Alexis' belly. The hit sends a shockwave through Ren's body, making her jerk and whimper in her hold.

Kendall pummels her belly again and again, each punch a brutal declaration of her resiliency and malice. In this moment, time seems to slow, as Kendall's free fist, wrapped up in white tape, pulls back and then hammers forward, burrowing into the soft, vulnerable skin of Alexis' belly. The blow sends another tremor through Ren's already battered abs, the initial impact rippling through her like a stone breaking the surface of a calm lake.

Each punch Kendall lands drives deeper and deeper into Alexis' torso, along with the sound of each hit - the sickening 'thud' of flesh meeting flesh. Each blow forces her to bend over in pain, further and further with every punishing hit. Kendall's knuckles, barely cushioned by the protective tape, press into Alexis' body, the white material stained with specks of sand and sweat. The force behind her relentless assault burrows into Ren's tender, bleating belly, the blows distorting the once firm abs into a pained, crumpled mess.

In the end, Alexis is left almost doubled over, her body curling around Kendall's relentless fist. She lets out pained whimpers, her forehead resting against Kendall's shoulder as she sobs into the brunette's neck, her once triumphant posture now reduced to a bent and broken shell of her former self. The victorious sneer that once graced Ren's face is replaced by an expression of shock and pain, a stark contrast to Kendall's determined, defiant glare.

Kendall's fingers tighten in Alexis' sun-kissed hair, her grip as relentless as her previous assault on her vulnerable body. She yanks Alexis' shocked face out from the safety of her shoulder, the force of her pull making Ren's neck snap back and a small yelp escape from her lips.

The triumphant brunette takes a moment to savor the sight of her once formidable opponent now reduced to a pitiful, whimpering mess. Kendall's voice is cold and cutting as she taunts Alexis, her words dripping with scorn. "What’s the matter, Ren?" she sneers, “I thought you were all tough and stuff, but your body's just as weak as your will."

With the echo of her words still hanging in the air, Kendall raises her free hand and delivers a harsh, resounding slap to Alexis' cheek. The sharp sound of skin meeting skin punctuates her point, the force of her blow whipping Ren's head to the side.

With an almost casual air, Kendall then begins the laborious process of standing back up. She makes no move to release her grip on Alexis' hair, her fingers remaining tangled up in the blonde's tresses. Instead, she uses her hold to guide Ren's face upward, forcing Alexis to follow her ascension.

Ren's lips, pursed in a grimace of pain, are made to curl up the front of Kendall's bikini briefs. The wet kiss of her mouth presses into the soft material, then slides upward as Kendall continues to rise. Her lips then find the firm, toned curve of Kendall's pulsing tummy, which despite the grueling battle, remains as toned as ever.

Kendall, standing tall and victorious over the hunched form of her blonde opponent, looks down with a cruel smirk. "You didn’t deserve to win this match," she spits, her voice filled with venom. Her eyes then narrow as she adds, "And you definitely don't deserve to win the World Tour."

With a rough jerk, Kendall uses her hold on Alexis' hair to pull the blonde's face further upwards. Ren's lips, already kissing the contours of Kendall's lower body, are now forced to trace the rest of Kendall's defined torso. The journey starts with the firmness of Kendall's abs, the perfect rows of muscle glistening with a sheen of sweat. Then, Ren's lips are made to glide across the soft mounds of Kendall's breasts.

Kendall's smirk only grows wider as she relishes in the blonde's humiliation, her hand never leaving Alexis' hair. With one final, powerful tug, Kendall leads Alexis back into the frayed ropes, before immediately crowding in and wrapping her arm around her wilting neck, her hold still firm and unyielding. Her other hand, a hardened fist, is already pulled back, ready to deliver another brutal blow to Alexis' sore belly.

But the tables turn once again as Alexis strikes first! Her fist swings low and with force, a stiff hook targeted at Kendall's stomach. The strike lands, its impact digging into the side of Kendall's sleek torso. Kendall's body jerks from the surprise blow, but she's quick to retaliate, her own fist driven into Alexis' belly button with such a force that the blonde stumbles over, a tortured "HAAAUGGGHH" escaping her parted lips.

Then the chaos erupts in full force. Both women, wild with desperation, exchange blows with ferocity. It becomes a whirlwind of intertwined limbs and grunts of pain, the battlefield set on the edge of the frayed ropes. Arms are wrapped tightly around the other's neck, serving a dual purpose: pulling the other girl in closer and acting as a guide for their balled fists.

The sound of taped knuckles colliding with flesh fills the air, each punch driving deeper into the pits of their bellies. It's a sight to behold: two fierce competitors locked in a brutal exchange, their bodies folding into the others, their tummies pressed close at times, their breaths hitching on ears, and their spirits unbroken.

Despite Kendall's attempts to maintain her offensive, Alexis's strategy proves to be more effective. In between the relentless attack on Jenner's midsection, Alexis delivers swift, stiff backhands across the model’s face. Each blow sends Kendall's head reeling from side to side, her brown locks flying in wild disarray. It's a series of shocking attacks that leaves Kendall's legs wobbling and her mind spinning in pain.

In her disoriented state, Kendall attempts to retaliate, shoving another shaky fist into Alexis' stomach. However, her punch is too feeble, lacking the earlier vigor that had marked her blows. Alexis growls in triumphant fury, swiftly securing a strong grip on Kendall's tousled hair.

With a double-tug that seems to electrify the atmosphere, Alexis swivels their bodies around, establishing a dominant position. Jenner's wide-eyed surprise is swiftly replaced with a grimace as Alexis delivers another brutal punch. This time, her balled fist connects with Kendall's body lower than before, striking just below her navel, dangerously close to her bikini line. The reaction is immediate, Kendall's body bucking from the impact, her scream lost in the riotous cheers of the crowd.

With a predatory snarl resonating in her throat, Ren maneuvers their bodies even closer, her lean frame pressing against Kendall's in a form of raw, primal intimidation. An arm snakes around the brunette's neck, the touch cool against the heated, sweat-glistened skin. Her fingers curl and tighten, tugging at Kendall's shocked chin, a subtle but effective move aimed to disorientate and immobilize her adversary.

Then, Alexis gets down to business: taped and balled fists driven upwards with ruthless precision into Kendall's trembling tummy. Each hit lands like a freight train, the sheer force of it felt in the way Kendall's body shudders and buckles. The impact creates an almost echo of brutality that ripples through both their bodies. Alexis can feel Kendall's firm abs resisting, then slowly breaking down under her relentless onslaught, her fist sinking deeper and deeper with every hit.
And all the while, Kendall can do nothing but endure. Her body is wracked with each brutal blow, the pain blooming like a dark flower within her. She’s flailing desperately with her own hands, landing harsh slaps on the blonde’s face, but Ren simply ignores them and drives another fist into her midsection.

Doubled over Alexis' arm, the continued pounding forces Kendall's lips to part on a desperate gasp. Her eyes flutter shut as her head bows, her lips brushing against the skin of Alexis's chest, just above the line of her bikini top. This time around, Alexis does not indulge in taunts or mocking words. She can feel the moment of her triumph approaching, made evident by the weakening resistance of Kendall's once powerful body.

Jenner, once so full of defiance and spirit, slowly begins to collapse against the ropes, exhaustion and pain pulling her down into the unforgiving sand. Even as her knees buckle and collapse, Ren doesn’t release her completely. Instead, she guides Kendall's stunned face downwards with a sense of grim finality. The previously relentless brunette is forced to trail her parted lips along the curves of Ren's abs.

Finally, Kendall finds herself back at square one: groaning and panting heavily on her knees in the sand. Her hands, once so adept at dishing out punishment, now grasp helplessly at Ren's firm thighs and the strings of her bikini, seeking any semblance of leverage in her defeated state. Her lips, heavy with defeat, gasp for air against the curve of Ren's navel, a final humiliating testament to their change in fortunes.

At this point in their grueling battle, both women's bodies bear the distinctive marks of the intense fight they've engaged in. The once pristine bikini strings that adorned their bodies are now tangled messes, barely holding on to their original positions. They are stretched and frayed, an expected result after numerous aggressive tugs and pulls endured throughout the match. Some strings on their hips and shoulders are dangerously close to snapping, clinging on by mere threads, threatening to expose more than just their worn bodies.

Their stomachs, once smooth and firm, now look like battlefields of their own, painted in various shades of pink from the relentless assault of fists. Both tummies are swollen, pulsating visibly with each labored breath the women take, bearing the bruises and welts from the fierce exchange of blows.

And their hair, once carefully styled and primed for the fight, is now a chaotic mess of tangled locks and sweaty strands. Strands of brunette and blonde hair cling to their flushed faces, sticking to their skin wet with exertion.

The grand finale of this brutal contest is nothing short of cinematic, and beautifully violent: Ren, still standing tall, a triumphant smirk etched on her face, her head tossed back in a silent laugh at her victory. She keeps Kendall's lips glued to the pulsating pink canvas of her belly, a perfect picture of dominance over her foe.

Then, with a look of contempt, Ren casually shoves Kendall off her body. It's a dismissive gesture, an afterthought almost, but it's enough to send the battered brunette tumbling backwards into the sandy dunes. The cameras continue to flash, capturing Kendall's descent into the sand, as Ren stands tall, her victory complete.

Covered in a thin sheen of sweat and with signs of the brutal battle etched into their skin, both Alexis Ren and Kendall Jenner faced the press pool after their grueling clash.

Ren, sporting an icy compression wrap around her midsection and an infectious grin on her face, began with a confident proclamation. "My victory was inevitable," she declared, her tone as flinty as the rock-hard abs beneath the ice pack. "Jenner's abs were weak. She didn't stand a chance against me." She patted her own stomach, making a point to highlight her impressive physique. "I'll knock her out again, just you wait."

Kendall, her body also sporting the tell-tale signs of their brutal encounter, responded with a dismissive shake of her head. "Alexis is nothing more than a bully," she retorted, her voice steady despite the visible exhaustion. Her eyes, though glazed over with fatigue, held a spark of determination. "And the only way to beat a bully is to put her in her place."

She raised her head, her gaze scanning over the crowd of eager reporters. "I will win the World Tour. I will make an example out of Alexis, come September.”