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18 November 2023 Eden Cohen vs Delilah Belle Hamlin

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BLACK-EYED @ THE GOTHIC THEATRE

Posted by caspian on 18 November 2023 at 8:38 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

3. Eden Cohen vs. Delilah Belle Hamlin II (Body Saddle)

Eden:
(25, 5’10, 22:11 FCBA, VIXENs)

Delilah:
(25, 5’7, 1:0 FCBA, Free Agent)

BEFORE:
Camera flashes go off in the earlier press conference, as the next two fighters for tonight’s event take the stage. Eden Cohen, taller and looking more imposing than the last time she faced Delilah, confidently strides across the stage and to her seat. She’s clad in a tight black dress that accentuates her toned physique, a dangerous look in her eyes as she realizes what’s at stake tonight.

Across from her, Delilah Belle Hamlin exudes a more reserved air, though there’s an undeniable sense of pride in her stance. Dressed in a chic white jumpsuit, she sits gracefully, glancing briefly at Eden. The host begins, “Ladies, thank you for being here. The buzz around this rematch is electric. Eden, let’s start with you. After your defeat to Delilah last July, do you think you can turn the tables this time?”

Eden smirks, “Everyone knows how Delilah won the last time, including Delilah herself. She knows she faced me at my weakest, after I beat her sister. This time? She’s in for a world of hurt. I've grown, I've trained, and I've got a score to settle.”

Delilah, not one to be overshadowed, retorts, “A win is a win, Eden. Maybe if you weren’t so wild and unpredictable in the ring, things might've gone differently for you. But thanks for the warm-up my sister gave me; it just made taking you down even sweeter.”

Eden's nostrils flare, and she leans forward, "We’ll see who's standing tall at the end, Delilah. And just a heads up? You might want to practice your posing, 'cause when I win, you're going to be crawling beneath my feet, with the body saddle strapped to your back. I’d bet it’ll be quite the Instagram moment.”

Delilah's eyes narrow, a hint of fear creeping in, but she pushes back, "You're all talk, Eden. I might be newer to this, but I've already proven I can take you down. And when I do it again? Maybe I’ll make you my personal b*tch for my next post."

Next, the moderator signals for the official pose and staredown in the middle of the stage, and both women rise from their chairs simultaneously, eager to size up the competition again. As they approach one another, they begin to shed their clothing, first Eden's tight black dress, then Delilah's chic jumpsuit, until both fighters stand opposite each other in nothing but their chic underwear.

Eden, the taller of the two, is a striking figure of athleticism. Her black lingerie complements her bronzed skin, emphasizing the toned muscles of her abdomen, legs, and arms. The definition in her core is evident, a testament to hours spent training and preparing for this very moment. Her legs, long and powerful, give her a clear height advantage over Delilah.

Delilah, though shorter, possesses a lithe and curvy figure that speaks to her fitness influencer background. Her choice of white lace underwear contrasts with her sun-kissed tan, showcasing a physique that, while less muscled than Eden’s, has its own brand of strength. Her midsection, though not as chiseled as Eden’s, is flat and firm, and her legs, while not as towering, are shapely and strong.

With the cameras clicking wildly, the two women stand with hands on their hips, their gazes locked. Eden’s fiery determination clashes with Delilah’s cooler, more reserved demeanor. The height difference between the two becomes even more pronounced, with Eden using it to try to assert dominance. After a moment, both fighters raise their fists, mimicking their boxing stances. Eden's reach is slightly longer, her knuckles almost touching Delilah’s face. But the American model remains unfazed, her own fists raised high and ready.

Fight night rolls around, and the arena's lights dim, the massive screens starting to play a montage of Eden's previous fights, highlighting the Vixen’s swift rise in the FCBA ever since being scouted a few years ago. As the video reaches its climax, showcasing her powerful punches and relentless style, a heavy bass-driven track starts to blast through the speakers.

A spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp, revealing Eden, clad in a shimmering gold robe that reflects the light brilliantly. As she starts her walk to the ring, the robe’s hood obscures much of her face, but her eyes, full of fire and focus, shine through. Her entourage follows close behind, waving flags bearing the VIXENs logo. Once in the ring, Eden removes her robe, unveiling her fighting attire: a gold sports bra complemented with matching high-waisted shorts, the colors playing up her bronzed skin. Golden wraps secure her hands, ready for the gloves that await her.

The arena goes dark once again, only to be lit up by the flash of cameras and smartphones. A sultry, upbeat song fills the space, announcing Delilah's own arrival. The screens display snippets of her first fight with Eden, especially the moments leading to her unexpected victory. The model emerges with a confident strut, wearing a soft pink satin robe, which offers a stark contrast to Eden’s more aggressive entrance. The back of her robe sports her initials "DBH" in elegant silver cursive. Flanking her are her trainers and team, motivating and reassuring her with every step. Stepping into the ring, Delilah lets her robe fall, revealing her choice of attire: a blush pink sports bra paired with silver-accented shorts, which highlight her toned figure. Her wraps, in a matching silver, gleam under the arena lights.

Once both fighters are settled in the ring, a trio of officials, dressed in sharp black suits, step forward holding what appears to be a large and bulky contraption: the VIX body saddle. Made of sleek, polished leather with silver accents and adjustable straps, it’s a device that demands submission, meant to be worn by the loser. As they place the saddle on a nearby table, it’s illuminated by a dedicated spotlight, casting a slight shadow on the mat. The sight of it acts as a silent reminder for both fighters, as Eden and Delilah cast fleeting glances at it, each processing the gravity of what it means to be on the receiving end of such a device.

Finally in their corners, the referee signals for the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Lightweight action! This here’s a Body Saddle contest!

ROUND 1:
And here comes Eden, immediately showing aggression, closing the distance with Delilah. Perhaps it's the memory of her prior defeat or the looming threat of the body saddle, but her punches are sharper, faster, and filled with vicious intent, harassing Delilah to her arms early. The American model is perhaps a tad taken aback by this early onslaught, trying to maintain her composure, leaning back to dodge some of the punches and parrying others. But Eden's reach advantage is apparent, her jabs consistently finding its mark on her face, snapping her head back a couple of times. Delilah's hesitancy, paired with her greenness in the ring, makes her an easy target for Cohen. Yes, she tries to fire back, attempting to create space between them, but Eden's attacks, particularly to the body, keep her pinned back towards the ropes throughout the first two minutes. Those thudding hooks to the midsection elicit groans from the influencer, her abs already not used to the onslaught. Later, Delilah manages to clinch briefly with the taller Israeli, which buys herself a few precious seconds, before the referee separates them again. But by the time the bell sounds, it's clear that Eden has taken the first round with a wide margin. Delilah's ribs and face are already showing signs of redness from the punishment, while Cohen struts back to her corner, a determined glint in her eyes. The message is clear: the Vixen is here for redemption!

ROUND 2:
And Delilah seems to come out with renewed vigor! A few words of encouragement from her sister in her corner pushes her on, and she starts to utilize more footwork, moving laterally and making herself a less predictable target. Eden, feeling confident from her dominant first round, resumes her assault with plenty of jabs sent to the head, but finds Delilah more elusive than before. Every time Cohen lunges forward with a jab or a vicious hook, Delilah manages to sidestep in time, evading the blows and countering with swift jabs of her own to Eden’s side. The model’s strategy is evident: target Eden's midsection and make her feel the pain, sinking short but snappy jabs into her toned abs, each connection drawing a grunt or hiss of irritation from the Vixen. But Cohen retaliates in the final minute, firing off a series of punches up high that are mostly taken on the arms instead. Delilah then uses her speed, ducking and dodging, forcing the Vixen to overextend and lose her balance momentarily when she scores with a solid hook to the side back, drawing a loud gasp from the taller woman. Hamlin PILES on the pressure all the way to the bell, and while Eden had her moments of brilliance, it was clear that Delilah’s strategy and adaptability edged her out in this round, albeit by a closer margin.

ROUND 3:
Delilah kickstarts the third where she left off, having found a chink in Eden's aggressive armor and looking to exploit. She bobs and weaves and absorbs her foe’s attacks which are growing in desperation, the blonde’s earlier hesitancy now replaced with a clear aim to punish the taller woman. Hamlin circles Eden and shocks her repeatedly with glancing shots to her body, feinting and tossing hooks under the arms to effectively keep Eden at bay. With every punch landed off her lean torso, Eden’s frustration grows with her grunts, the Vixen’s own punches soaring in more wild and less calculated. Then, Delilah surprises everyone by lunging forth with a rapid combo that begins with a side swing to Eden’s ribs but ends with a sharper hook across her cheek with a POW! Eden stumbles back, a red mark blooming on her face, and is forced to cover up and play defensive going forward. By contrast, Hamlin's confidence grows with every landed punch, and she dominates the center of the ring and pesters Eden some more right to the bell. Eden holds her ground in the final seconds, a couple of strong hooks slammed into Hamlin’s guard, but they seem to lack their earlier force. Delilah is the one who presses forward, landing another flurry of lefts and rights to Eden's tummy, each blow spanking off her toned abs to leave her heaving and grunting at the bell. The Hamlin sisters might just be the real deal if this charade keeps up, leaving Cohen frustrated and growling on her way back to her corner!

ROUND 4:
Eden’s face shows a different story this round, with the Vixen taking a step forward, her stance more measured, her eyes focused on her prey. Every time Delilah thinks she’s found a way in, Eden thwarts her with her longer reach, her jabs more precise and punishing, and sent to her face. Hamlin is visibly rocked by these punches, her earlier confidence quickly waning under the sum of Eden's attacks. Delilah, still eager to maintain the upper hand, tries to get in close and break through Eden's defenses with mighty swings. But every attempt is met with a stiff jab that connects straight to her forehead or nose, rocking her head back, her pretty features reddening and starting to swell after a good minute of pounding. Then, Hamlin's nose starts bleeding midway through the round, the result of a perfectly timed jab from Cohen that catches her right on the button of her nostrils. All of a sudden, the blonde sister’s footwork becomes erratic, her stance sloppier, her lips parted and breathing hard. And here comes Cohen, getting even more aggressive, not giving Hamlin any room to breathe! Punch after punch sail in, and she makes it clear who's the one supposed to be dominating in the ring! Delilah's attempts to counter are futile now, as Eden connects with more gloves to her cheeks, chin, and eyes, with the crowd gasping with each connected shot, feeling the impact on behalf of the rookie. In the second minute, the final blow is a sight to behold… with Delilah looking dazed and vulnerable and stumbling against the ropes, Eden takes a step back, gauges her target, then strides forward, using her height and reach advantage to deliver a devastating right cross squarely to the blonde’s chin, which sends Hamlin flying off her feet and CRASHING down to the canvas! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Eden Cohen, and what looks to be sweet redemption!

The brave influencer tries to rise, her hands shaking as she pushes down against the mat, but it's clear her brain isn’t fully coordinating with her body, likely a result of the concussion from that one devastating punch! The referee, seeing Hamlin's distress, counts quickly but doesn't even reach that of ten before WAVING this fight off! Cohen is the one standing tall, her arms raised in victory, while Delilah lies sprawled on the canvas, struggling to comprehend what just happened. It’s OVER!!

Official Result: Eden Cohen defeats Delilah Belle Hamlin via KO4!

AFTER:
Cohen, still drunk on her victory, paces around the ring with pride, her gloves clenched and her head held high. "I TOLD YOU!" she bellows, addressing no one in particular yet clearly directing her words to the defeated sisters. She pounds her chest with her glove, her sweat-drenched face red from exertion but eyes blazing with fury and elation. "Both of you! Combined! You’re no match for me!"

Amelia, still showing concern for her sister, hastily tries climbing the apron in a bid to aid Delilah. But Eden notices her immediately, and RUSHES her down! Without warning, the Vixen delivers a stinging right forearm to Amelia's jaw, causing her to lose her grip on the ropes and tumble backwards, falling to the canvas below with a heavy thud!

Eden's triumphant gaze lands on the VIX saddle that was earlier placed as a stark reminder of the stakes tonight. With a wicked smirk, she signals to her team to bring it into the ring. And Delilah, realizing the impending ordeal, tries to scramble back upwards, her legs shaking, eyes darting around in panic for an exit. But before she can make her move, Eden is upon her, reaching down and seizing her by her golden locks, yanking her head upwards and forcing her to look up into her own eyes.

"Thought you could escape? After what you did last time?" Eden hisses into Delilah's ear, her breath hot. She drags the defeated girl to the center of the ring, making sure every eye in the arena is on them. "You're not going anywhere until everyone sees who the real queen is."

Delilah's resistance is weak, but evident: her fingers claw at Eden's grip, her feet dragging on the canvas. Meanwhile, the crowd is in a frenzy, some shouting words of encouragement to Eden, reveling in the spectacle, others expressing their disdain, calling for the officials to intervene. But everyone knows what’s coming…

Slowly, Eden begins the process of strapping the body saddle onto Delilah's back. The leather straps snugly encircle her waist and thighs, forcing her to remain down on her hands and knees, as the coldness of the saddle seat presses into her sweaty skin and sends shivers down her spine.

Then, with the saddle securely in place, Eden confidently mounts her, settling her own weight down into place over the curve of her back. Delilah can only grunt from the pressure, feeling every ounce of her foe’s triumph pressing into her, her cheeks flushing with pain and embarrassment.

With her legs straddling Delilah's sides and her heels lightly digging into the girl's tender flanks, Eden uses her thighs and hips to guide and spur Delilah forward. The defeated fighter is spurred on by the prodding, stumbling and crawling forwards under the weight. And with one hand gripping the saddle for balance, Eden's other hand is wrapped securely in Delilah's long blonde locks, using them almost like reins to direct her victory parade.

Meanwhile, the camera flashes capture every moment, every grimace, every bead of sweat, ensuring that this event will be remembered and replayed for years to come, as Eden strikes a final pose near the ropes, her domination cemented with this comeback win!