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18 November 2023 Hannah Ferguson vs Danielle Robertson

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BLACK-EYED @ THE GOTHIC THEATRE

Posted by caspian on 18 November 2023 at 8:36 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

4. Hannah Ferguson vs. Danielle Robertson

Hannah:
(30, 5’10, 130, 91:24 FCBA, VIXENs)

Danielle:
(28, 5’11, 0:3 FCBA, Free Agent)

BEFORE:
As the lights flash and cameras roll during the pre-fight press conference, both fighters in tonight’s fourth contest make their entrance into the press hall, before taking their positions at the long table on the stage.

Hannah takes the microphone first, her long manicured fingernails gripping it with purpose. "Ladies and gents, it's an honor to be back in this ring, especially against someone who... how should I put this? Oh right, someone who USED to be a Siren but got kicked out due to her... shortcomings." Hannah smirks, letting the words hang in the air.

Across the room, Danielle's face tightens, but quickly regains her composure. With a fiery glint in her eyes, she replies, "Might've been a while since I was with the SIRENs, but let's not forget that it means I've been in the same circles as you, Hannah. Sure, I’ve had a rough patch, but that's all in the past." She flexes her toned arms, the result of her regular, vigorous fitness regimen, "See these? Thanks to my fitness lifestyle, I've built up more stamina and strength than you could ever dream of. I'm here to show that I'm not just about Instagram likes. I'm about landing punches and taking names."

Hannah chuckles, "Sure, Dani, we all know you're the 'queen' of fitness on Instagram. But this ain't about how many push-ups you can do or how long you can plank. It's about skill, experience, and persistence. All things you lacked back in your SIRENs days. What makes you think you've got them now?"

Danielle takes a deep breath, the Aussie pride evident in her voice, "I've been training, putting in the hard yards, day in and day out. While you've been busy underestimating me, I've been preparing to prove you wrong. Us Aussies, we don't back down. We fight till the very end. And come fight night, I promise you this - you're gonna be the one blasted out cold on the canvas."

Moments later, the spotlights converge on the center stage, revealing a red and a blue square on the floor, denoting where each fighter should stand. Hannah emerges from the left, her VIXENs team trailing behind her, their presence commanding and dominant. Danielle, on the other hand, strides confidently from the right, fewer members on her side as a free agent, yet her steps still ooze with determination and purpose.

Hannah, wearing her VIXENs black and gold boxing robe, stands tall and regal, her blonde hair cascading down her back. Her eyes are sharp and focused, locking onto Danielle's as she steps onto her square. Danielle wears a silver and green robe that reflects her Aussie heritage, her brunette hair tied in a tight bun.

As they step forward towards each other, with their faces inches apart, Hannah tilts her chin up slightly, reminding Danielle of their slight height difference in a silent challenge. Robertson, however, doesn't back down. She puffs out her own chest, her eyes never wavering from Hannah's, and steps in herself, so their noses are almost touching. A hush falls over the crowd, the silence only interrupted by the occasional camera click.

For what feels like an eternity, they maintain this intense eye contact, neither fighter willing to be the first to break. But then, in an unexpected move, Danielle offers a smirk, whispering something inaudible to Hannah. The Texan blonde's eyes widen momentarily, and, before anyone can react, roughly shoves Danielle back. The Aussie stumbles, but quickly regains her footing, her eyes now flashing with fury.

The crowd gasps, with many rising from their seats. Officials are quick to rush in to separate the two, preventing a full-blown brawl from erupting right then and there. Pulling away, Hannah shoots one final glare at Danielle, her message clear. The former Siren, for her part, just smirks back, unfazed, with them continuing to trade insults as they head back to their corners of the room.

Fight night and the arena darkens, with the crowd's chattering momentarily silenced. From the speakers, a powerful country rock tune begins to play, and spotlights dance around the entrance ramp, creating a wave of anticipation. The song's chorus hits, and Hannah Ferguson bursts forth onto the center of the stage. She wears a shimmering black and gold boxing robe, the VIXENs emblem emblazoned proudly on its back. The hood of the robe is up, casting a shadow over her face, but there's no mistaking the determined glint in her eyes. Her team follows closely behind, and as she strides down the ramp, she occasionally reaches out, high-fiving enthusiastic fans.

Reaching the ring, she ascends the steps, slipping through the ropes with practiced ease. Inside, she sheds her entrance robe, revealing her fight attire: a black and gold two-piece sports bra and sports shorts that perfectly complement her toned physique, with the initials "HF" embroidered on the waistband of her shorts. Black boxing shoes and gloves complete her ensemble, and she bounces lightly on her toes, warming up and getting a feel for the canvas beneath her.

As Hannah settles into her corner, the arena's attention is once again directed to the entrance ramp. A pulsing electronic beat starts, blended with a hint of didgeridoo, a nod to Danielle's Australian heritage. A single spotlight shines, revealing Danielle at the top of the ramp. She wears a green and silver robe, the shiny material catching the light with every movement. Unlike Hannah, Danielle's hood is down, her face fully visible, showing off her game face. A sole Australian flag waves in the audience, showing that she has some supporters in the crowd.

Climbing into the ring, she nods at a few familiar faces, then retreats to her corner. With a flourish, she removes her robe, showcasing her fight attire: a green and silver sports bra and matching shorts, the Aussie flag proudly displayed on one side. Completing her look are a pair of green boxing shoes and gloves, which she flexes, ready to throw down.

Both fighters, now fully dressed for battle, approach the center for their final instructions, their game faces on, prepared to give the audience a match they won't forget. And with a wave of the referee’s hand, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Welterweight action!

ROUND 1:
Both women approach cautiously, wanting to gauge their opponent’s initial strategy in the opening seconds. Danielle, with her slight height advantage, attempts to leverage it by throwing a couple of early jabs, but they're sent from too far away, and Hannah easily slips past them. By contrast, Hannah is more aggressive from the get-go, her experience evident in the way she wants to controls the pace of the fight. She moves in with a lightness, ducking and dodging, only to retaliate with swift, stinging jabs that find their mark on Danielle's face with sharp thuds. Getting tagged, Robertson tries to use her fitness background to her advantage, dancing around the ring, trying to tire Ferguson out. But every time she tries to initiate, Hannah is ready with a counter. At one point, Ferguson lands a beautiful combination: a left hook to the body followed by a sharp right cross straight through the arms to snag the nose. The crowd roars in approval as Robertson's face contorts, feeling the full impact. Later, the Aussie attempts to rally, trying to go toe-to-toe with Hannah or trap her against the ropes, but the Vixen's ring awareness means she won’t get caught so easily. Near the end of the round, a powerful uppercut from Hannah slams into Danni’s arms, causing her to stagger back, looking more shocked than hurt. And as the bell rings, there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that Hannah has taken the first round decisively. Danielle retreats to her corner, looking a bit winded, while Hannah’s posture exudes confidence, her corner team nodding in approval of her clear control of the round.

ROUND 2:
Maybe it's pride, or perhaps it's the sting of the first-round defeat, but there's a fire in Danielle’s eyes that wasn’t there before. She begins with a strong and quick jab, catching Hannah off guard when it lands off her forehead. Understanding she can't rely on just power, Robertson taps into her fitness influencer prowess. Her stamina and cardio training begin to pay off as she becomes more mobile, moving laterally around the ring, then throwing a series of jabs and quickly retreating before Hannah can counter. Hannah is a bit surprised by this sudden change in strategy, and takes a few seconds to adapt. She tries to corner Danielle and ravage her firm guard with jabs and hooks, but the Aussie’s footwork keeps her elusive. As Ferguson lunges in with another power shot, Danielle sidesteps it and lands a solid hook to Hannah's ribs instead, the thud resonating with a grunt, and a few cheers rise from the Aussie's supporters in the crowd. However, Hannah, with her experience, knows not to get rattled. She maintains her composure for the remainder, and tries to re-establish her rhythm. A couple of fierce exchanges erupt in the middle of the ring, both women trading blows, the sound of leather hitting flesh filling the venue. And towards the end of the round, Danielle manages to pin Hannah against the ropes briefly, unleashing a flurry of stiff blows to the Vixen’s midsection. But the blonde fighter proves her mettle, absorbing most with her arms, and then responding with a few snap shots of her own into the Aussie girl’s face and chin. The bell rings at the end, and while it's clear that Robertson had the upper hand this round, it wasn't the wide margin she wanted.

ROUND 3:
It's clear both women are aware of the power and skill the other possesses, but it's Danielle who breaks the stalemate first, driving forward with a sudden jab-cross combination that surprises Hannah to her face. Robertson's confidence grows with every punch she lands after, her fitness training as an influencer proving beneficial as she maintains her high pace, keeping Hannah on the back foot for the initial minute by bashing more shots into her arms, and occasionally banging mitts off her torso. It's not that Ferguson isn't landing her own punishment, of course. The Vixen counters with solid hooks of her own into Danni’s sides and arms, but her volume is just a bit less. Hannah, ever the veteran, tries to slow things down on her own, clinching up with the big gal in the middle of the round. And there, in close quarters, the two exchange terse body shots, the echoing "THWAP! WHUMP! WHUD!" resonating as each fighter attempts to sap the energy from the other with gloves jammed into the ribs or side stomach. Danielle, however, manages to break free and goes back to giant swings to the blonde’s head, forcing Hannah to swerve and keep guessing her next move. Robertson's ability to switch between the inside and outside game is impressive, showcasing her evolution as a fighter. But Hannah finds her own success with her fast-moving uppercuts, sneaking in clean shots to the base of Danielle's chin. One such shot, in particular, snaps Robertson’s head back, but the Aussie grits her teeth and pushes forward and plows a hook into the Vixen’s arms, scaring her off. By the time the bell rings, it's a hard round to score. Both fighters had their moments, but Danielle's early aggression and volume might have just edged it in her favor.

ROUND 4:
Right from the bell, Hannah zeroes in on Danielle's midsection as if it has a bullseye painted on it. Danielle starts the round with the same nimble footwork, trying to circle and keep Ferguson at bay, biding her time before roaring in to overpower her. But Hannah patiently stalks her about the ring, cutting off the ring and forcing Robertson into tighter and tighter spaces. Then, Ferguson unleashes: left and right straight hands thudding violently into Danielle's abs, each punch sounding like a hammer striking leather. "THUD! THUD! THOOOD!!” The blows sink deep into the Aussie's stomach, causing the rest of her body to shudder and her face to contort with each landed punch. While Dani tries to protect her midsection, bringing her elbows down and her guard low, Hannah throws another feint to the head, drawing Danielle's guard back up, only to switch levels yet again and hammer another straight right glove into her abdomen. The strategy is clear: break Danielle down, wear her out, and reduce her mobility. And as the round progresses, the impact of Hannah's bodywork becomes evident: Danielle's footwork slows; her breaths become more labored, and the fiery energy she showcased in the previous rounds starts to wane. Hannah, sensing her advantage, then mixes up her attacks, combining body shots with uppercuts that jolt Danielle's head back. But it's those body shots, those vicious hooks and jabs to the abs, that truly make their mark. By the end of the round, Danielle looks visibly drained. She lumbers back to her corner, her body language a stark contrast to the first round. Hannah, on the other hand, returns to her corner looking energized, her plan clearly having been executed to near perfection.

ROUND 5:
But there’s a fiery look in Danielle’s eyes as the fifth round starts, indicative of her determination to even the score. After the torment she suffered in the previous round, she seems hell-bent on making Hannah experience the same. Danielle wastes no time, closing the distance rapidly and assaulting her with a few swift jabs to the head, trying to disorient her, but her real target is clear: Hannah's midsection. Hannah is momentarily caught off guard by the barrage, and Danielle swerves in and slams a hard right hook into her side, making the Vixen wince. The sound is sickly "THUMP!", and Hannah’s retaliatory swing is a tad slower, a sign of the impact. Each time Hannah tries to find her range or rhythm, Danielle switches up her attacks, no longer the evasive, nimble-footed boxer from the previous rounds, but now the aggressor, darting in and out, focusing her hooks on either side of Hannah's body. "SMACK! THUD! WHUMP!" go the punches, with Hannah grunting and folding with every hit she takes. After another nasty shot to the ribs has the Vixen stunned and stumbling back, Danielle uses her superior size and strength to secure her position, snaking one arm around Hannah's neck and head, pulling her in close, almost suffocatingly so. Then, with Hannah's breathing midsection left vulnerable and exposed, Danielle unleashes more snap hooks fast and hard, each punch driven deeper into the very core of the Vixen. With every successive strike, Hannah's once rock-hard abs begin to tremble, the previously taut flesh now shuddering under the relentless assault. Each blow folds her over just a bit more, causing her to grunt in pain, her breaths coming out in sharp, distressed exhales. Thud! Hngggh! Thud! Ughh! Thud! Nghhhh! Danielle's eyes are alight with predatory intent as she snatches at the Vixen’s weakening middle, with the ropes seeming to be the only thing keeping Hannah upright as she gasps and groans in the big brunette’s arms. But even as she absorbs the punishment, she finds opportunities to strike back, catching Danielle with a few well-placed hooks to the side of her head, making the Aussie stagger momentarily but keep on chugging away below. As the bell rings, both fighters are panting heavily, sweat pouring down their bodies, and Danielle, having sought her revenge, displays a smirk of satisfaction as she pushes off, while Hannah, ever the fighter, shoots her a defiant glare. It was a close round, but Danielle’s determination and strategy gave her the edge. The battle is heating up, and fans are on the edge of their seats, eager for what happens next.

ROUND 6:
At the bell, Ferguson advances with a clear, driven focus, and Danielle, perhaps a tad overconfident from her last round’s success, meets her in the center of the ring. It's a decision she’d soon regret. With swiftness and ferocity that catches Danielle off guard, Hannah feints a hook to the Aussie’s head before pivoting to a brutal left hook to her side. The blow is so sudden and so fierce that Danielle's entire body lurches to the side, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. And before she can fully regain her balance, another swing, this time to the jawline, snaps her head to the side! OUCH! Danielle, reeling from the blows, tries to put some distance between them, but Hannah is on her case like white on rice! She keeps up the assault, driving Danielle backwards with every punch, each thudding impact to her body forcing more involuntary gasps from the Aussie's lips. In moments, Danielle's back is against the ropes, a most dangerous position! And with little room to maneuver, she’s at Hannah's mercy. Ferguson unloads on the big gal, each swing of her fists targeted and precise. Body, jaw, body, jaw… The sound of leather on flesh is punctuated by heavy grunts and gasps. Hannah's gloves find their mark again and again. A vicious uppercut burrows deep into Danielle's stomach, her abs visibly contorting under the impact, her mouth gaping open in a silent scream of pain. The Aussie's body folds forward instinctively, only to be snapped back upright by a crushing right cross to her cheek. WHACK! Danielle's attempts to defend herself are growing increasingly desperate. Her arms flail, trying to block the onslaught, but Hannah is relentless. She expertly navigates Danielle's defenses, driving hooks into the exposed ribs, eliciting a series of harsh, pained grunts with each brutal connection – “UGH! ARGH!” Meanwhile, the crowd is on its feet, the air filled with the sound of crashing waves and the roar of excitement. Hannah, her eyes alight with the thrill of the fight, keeps hammering away. She mixes her targets – a hard left to the jaw, a right to the solar plexus, and then a ferocious combo to Danielle’s chest, making her breasts shudder violently under the fabric of her sports top. Danielle, her face a mask of pain and determination, tries to fight back, swinging a couple of haymakers in a desperate bid to turn the tide. But they're weak, lacking her usual power, and Hannah easily ducks under them, responding with a savage body blow that sinks deep into Danielle’s side. “HNGG!” And then, it happens. A particularly vicious hook to the jaw sends Danielle's head snapping back, her eyes glazing over. Her legs, already shaky, can't hold her weight any longer. And she crumples, collapsing to the canvas in a heap! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for the Vixen!

The referee immediately starts the count. "One! Two! Three!" The crowd joins in, their collective voices filling the arena. Danielle, her face a mask of pain and determination, tries to push herself up, but her body refuses to cooperate. "Four! Five! Six!" She manages to get to one knee, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but the world around her is a blur. "Seven! Eight! Nine!" As the referee shouts "Ten!", it becomes clear: Danielle won't make it up in time! And it’s OVER!

Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Danielle Robertson via KO6!

AFTER:
Hannah Ferguson, flush with the adrenaline and triumph of victory, takes a moment to soak in the adulation. Her gloved hands raised high, she struts around the ring, nodding and winking to the fans who scream her name.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, the situation is somber. Danielle Robertson, once a fierce contender in the fight, now lies on the canvas, a team of medics hovering around her. They work with practiced precision, checking her vitals and ensuring she's responsive. Slowly, with a little assistance, she begins to sit up. The wear and tear of the match are evident on her face - her eyes slightly dazed, a swelling on her jaw, her breathing labored.

It’s a few minutes later, backstage, where the press has gathered for the post-fight interviews. Hannah steps up first, still riding the high of her win. "Danielle, respect to you. You came out strong. But this is the big leagues, and I hope you learned something tonight."

Danielle, now recovered but clearly still processing the loss, takes a deep breath before addressing the press. "First off, hats off to Hannah. She's a formidable fighter and she proved that tonight." She swallows hard, her pride evident. "But know this - I gave it my all. Every punch, every move, it was all in. I might have been knocked down, but I’m not out. I’ll come back from this stronger and more determined."

Pausing, she adds, "And Hannah? Enjoy this win. Because next time? It won't be so easy."