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18 November 2023 Kyra Santoro vs Barbara Palvin

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BLACK-EYED @ THE GOTHIC THEATRE

Posted by caspian on 18 November 2023 at 8:40 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

2. Kyra Santoro vs. Barbara Palvin

Kyra:
(29, 5’7, 118, 10:7 FCBA, VIXENs)

Barbara:
(29, 5’9, 12:22 FCBA, Fighting Models Franchise)

BEFORE:
Earlier, the press hall resonates with murmurs of excitement as the press and a select audience await the arrival of the two fighters for the upcoming bout. First to take the stage is Kyra Santoro. Dressed in a sleek, black jumpsuit paired with matching heels, she exudes confidence and grace. She acknowledges the gathered crowd with a nod before taking her seat.

Following shortly after, Barbara Palvin strides onto the stage, a smug grin adorning her own face. She wears a fitting white blazer dress that accentuates her height, giving her a commanding presence. She too acknowledges the crowd but with an air of self-assured superiority.

Opening the conference, Kyra, with a fierce glint in her eyes, begins, "Let's get one thing straight. I've been climbing the ranks, and the recent rankings prove every doubter wrong. Once I’m done with Palvin, Alyssa is back on my radar, it's not going to be personal. It's just business, and that business is knocking her out."

Barbara smirks, interjecting, "Dear Kyra, you might be punching above your weight class, figuratively and literally. I usually don't bother with Bantamweights, but I thought, why not? A quick victory to remind everyone what the Palvin brand is truly capable of."

Kyra, not one to be easily riled, replies, "I've taken on bigger challenges and come out on top. I respect your skills, Barbs, but don't mistake my recent fire for overconfidence. I've simply learned to stand up for myself, and I'll do the same in the ring."

Palvin leans forward, her self-confidence practically oozing, "Kyra, darling, there's a fine line between bravery and foolishness. I've walked runways, faced the cameras, and the brightest lights. This? This is just another stage for me. I hope you're ready."

A reporter throws a question towards Kyra, "Kyra, Barbara has mentioned you're punching above your weight. How do you respond?"

Kyra narrows her eyes, responding with a smirk, "Barbara thinks she's the first to say that? I've been told that since I started doing this boxing thing. But here I am, in the same room, on the same stage, about to face her. I've faced bigger challenges, and definitely, I've faced better."

Barbara, feigning shock, retorts, "Oh, honey! 'Faced better'? I'd love to know who? Because from where I stand, you've had it easy with your recent fights. Maybe you should stick to photoshoots on beaches instead of getting bruised in the ring."

Kyra's calm demeanor fades a bit, her tone now sharper, "It's funny you mention photoshoots, Barbara. I've seen your work. Trying a little too hard, aren't we? Runways and boxing rings are two different worlds. I hope you don't trip in this one."

A chuckling Barbara quips back, "You think this is my first rodeo? I've faced more challenges before breakfast than you have in your entire boxing career. And by the way, I own every runway I walk on."

A reporter sensing the growing animosity between the two fighters throws a controversial question, "Barbara, some critics say that your record doesn't justify the hype. Thoughts?"

Barbara's eyes flash, "Critics will talk. It's their job. And as for my record, every setback has been a setup for a greater comeback. Kyra will learn about it firsthand."

Kyra, not holding back, fires back, "If you spent as much time training as you did perfecting your catwalk, maybe that record would look different."

Barbara’s grin fades, "At least when I step onto a stage, I own it. I don’t hide behind a team or make excuses. I've earned my place here."

Kyra looks absolutely steaming at this point. Taking a deep breath, she fires the final salvo, "Well, Barbara, I hope you bring this energy to the ring. Because it's going to be a long night for you otherwise."

Barbara leans in, "Honey, you have no idea what's coming."

Just when it seemed the tension couldn't get any higher, Kyra decides to take things up a notch during the official staredown. The two fighters stand toe-to-toe, both trying to impose their presence on the other. Ignoring the usual protocol of just looking menacing, Kyra suddenly leans in, pressing her clenched fist subtly against the base of Barbara's chin, her cold knuckles grazing the skin. Simultaneously, her other fist nudges provocatively into Palvin’s taut midsection, making the Hungarian gasp in outrage

The audience and officials watch in stunned silence, sensing that the line has been crossed. Kyra’s smug smirk only fuels Barbara's fury. Before anyone can react, Barbara swiftly pulls her forehead back and smashes it forward, stopping just short of an actual headbutt but close enough to be threatening. With controlled fury, she retaliates by jamming her own fist into Kyra's stomach, eliciting a grunt, and then aggressively places her other fist under Kyra's chin, pushing upwards slightly.

Quick as a whip, Kyra forcefully shoves Barbara's menacing fist aside, before seizing the distraction she’s created to drive an uppercut deep into Palvin's exposed tummy. The impact makes a distinct "whud!!", and Barbara's eyes widen in shock, a gasp escaping her as the wind is knocked out of her. She's bent over, momentarily paralyzed from the unexpected blow. But the Hungarian’s no pushover! Harnessing her pain into rage, she swings back with a ferocity of her own, thrusting her balled fist with all her might into Kyra's toned belly, causing the Vixen to lurch forward and grunt loudly in her own surprise!

This reciprocal display of aggression ignites an all-out brawl between the two models. They lunge at each other with flying fists, each wild swing charged with the animosity of their exchange. Wild hooks, jabs, and body blows are all thrown, their precision compromised by the overwhelming emotions governing their actions. Suddenly, as they try to overpower each other, they lose their balance, tumbling down onto the stage in a tangle of limbs. As they roll around, trying to pin the other down, the entire scene becomes chaotic. Shouts of surprise and alarm echo throughout the room, camera flashes going off frantically capturing the unexpected turn of events.

It takes a mob of officials, security, and team members to finally pry them apart. By the time they're separated, both women are panting heavily, disheveled, with their hair astray and clothes slightly torn, but their fiery eyes reveal that neither is ready to back down. The audience, press, and everyone present is left in a state of shock at the usually calm and collected Kyra Santoro’s sudden aggression, and if this press conference was this heated, what explosive drama awaits them in the ring?

Later, as the lights dim, a soft haunting melody begins to play, signaling the beginning of Kyra’s entrance. The spotlight soon falls on a silhouette at the entrance ramp. It's Kyra, head held high, oozing an aura of focused determination. She’s draped in a satin black robe with her nickname "The Vixen's Pride" embroidered in gold across the back. As she strides forward, the hood of the robe conceals her face, but the intensity in her eyes is evident. Fans catch a glimpse of her fighting attire underneath as she occasionally lets the robe sway open: a pair of sleek, high-waisted black shorts, complemented with a matching sports bra, showcasing her toned midriff. Her hands are wrapped and encased in black gloves, fingers twitching in anticipation.

Moments after Kyra settles into her corner, a pulsating beat reverberates throughout the arena. A smoky haze fills the entrance area, and through the mist, Barbara makes her grand appearance. Confidence written all over her face, she basks in the spotlight, twirling a bit to let everyone take in her grandeur. Barbara's attire contrasts Kyra’s: she sports a white, glossy robe with “Hungarian Huntress” emblazoned in shimmering silver letters on the back. Her fighting attire, revealed as she discards her robe in a dramatic flair, is a pair of deep blue, almost regal, high-cut shorts and a matching top that clings to her form, accentuating her athletic physique. Her gloves, in a matching shade of blue, are brandished proudly as she raises her fists in the air, rallying her supporters.

In the ring, we’re ready for these big girls to throw down! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!

ROUND 1:
Clear from the onset that neither Kyra nor Barbara want to waste time feeling each other out. There's a sense of urgency in their approach, no doubt a direct result of the animosity from the press conference! Kyra, with her distinct height disadvantage, knows she needs to close the gap quickly, and by contrast, Barbara seeks to leverage her reach with a powerful straight right, which Kyra ducks under and retaliates with a hefty uppercut to the Hungarian's midriff early! The punch lands flush, and Barbara grunts, her body heaving and momentarily taken aback by the force behind the Vixen’s first attack. However, Palvin rallies almost immediately, flurrying at Kyra's face, aiming to keep the Vixen at bay. But Kyra is in her element tonight, parrying or blocking, before sidestepping and slamming another significant left hook up into the arms, which catches Barbara on the jaw. A sharp thud and grunt echoes through the venue, but Palvin, though visibly shaken, remains on her feet, with the effects of that punch showing her movements as a tad sluggish. No rest for the newly wicked, with Santoro pressing her advantage and surging in, targeting Barbara’s torso with a series of left and right hooks, each thud of leather against flesh emphasizing her continued dominance in this opening round. However, Barbara retaliates in the final seconds with a couple of sturdy rights swung to Kyra's temple, but the consistency isn't there. As the bell rings, both fighters are already breathing heavily, retreating to their corners. While Palvin's face holds a mixture of frustration, Kyra's eyes gleam with the satisfaction of a round undeniably in her favor. The fight is off to a blistering start!

ROUND 2:
Barbara, her pride stung from that rocky start, knows she has to recalibrate her strategy. She starts off with a more cautious approach, using her superior reach to snap jabs at Kyra’s face, each punch measured, precise, and snapping into different parts of the Vixen’s face. Kyra, on the other hand, isn’t one to hold back, trying to lunge in and recreate her dominance from the first round. But Barbara's switch in tactic seems to be working. She effectively keeps Kyra at bay, even managing to slip a sharp right cross past Santoro's defenses, catching the Vixen right on the chin. The blow staggers Kyra for a split second, a momentary lapse that Palvin attempts to exploit, with more fists flying into the arms and body, aiming to land a decisive blow. The Hungarian model's rhythm seems much improved, but Kyra's resilience keeps the round neck and neck. For every three punches Barbara lands, Kyra responds with one significant one, like a sudden left hook that smashes into her side again, rippling through her tummy and evoking a muted groan. But as the seconds tick down, Barbara manages to hound Kyra into the ropes, unleashing a flurry of swings all at once, hoping to make up for lost time. And while many are parried or blocked, a few find their mark, chugging into Santoro’s tummy and ribs, already leaving reddening imprints on the flesh. When the bell rings, the momentum has undeniably shifted. While it's clear that Barbara edged this round, Kyra's fiery spirit and occasional counterattacks have shown that she's far from out of this fight.

ROUND 3:
Kyra, with a point to prove and seemingly driven by the previous round's setback, emerges from her corner with a fire in her eyes. Barbara, with a fresh wave of confidence from her last performance, appears to expect a slower-paced round. How wrong she would be! From the very first bell, Kyra’s strategy is evident: close the gap and force Barbara to fight on her terms. The Vixen, wasting no time, lunges in with an almost feral aggression, sending a couple of rapid jabs to Barbara’s face, followed swiftly by a cracking right to the body. The Hungarian model, taken aback, struggles to find her footing as Kyra’s onslaught continues. Every time Barbara attempts to establish distance, capitalize on her reach, Kyra manages to weave in, ducking under her punches and retaliating with fierce body blows that visibly wind the taller fighter. Barbara's torso soon starts to show the evidence of these attacks, with shades of red mottling her once-pristine skin. Halfway through the round, Kyra masterfully feints a left, causing Barbara to instinctively raise her guard. In that split second of miscalculation, Santoro sends a devastating uppercut surging upwards, connecting squarely with Palvin’s chin. The blow sends her reeling back, her legs momentarily betraying her as she stumbles but manages to stay upright! And Kyra smells blood! Pushing forward, she peppers Barbara with a series of jabs and hooks, seeking to capitalize on her wobbly state! Palvin throws a couple of desperation punches, but Kyra, in her current form, seems almost untouchable, weaving and dodging with the finesse of a seasoned pro. The closing seconds see Kyra cornering Barbara, their roles reversed from the previous round. She unleashes a salvo of punches, each thudding into the body and arms, leaving the Hungarian fighter gasping for breath as the bell rings!

ROUND 4:
Instead of the fast-paced exchanges of the previous rounds, there's an immediate sense of grappling and strategic positioning, with both fighters seeming to want to establish dominance in close quarters. Only moments into the round, Barbara lunges forward, aiming to lock Kyra in a clinch with a powerful hook to the guard before surging overhead with her other arm, but the Vixen anticipates and reciprocates, and their bodies slap together with a meaty thwap!, pressed tightly and wrestling for position along the ropes. Barbara muscles Kyra against the ropes first, wrapping her right arm around the back of Kyra's head and pressing her hips into Kyra's, effectively locking the Vixen in place. With her left hand, Barbara pulls back and then drills her gloved fist directly into the pit of Kyra's stomach. The leather sinks deeply in, the contours of Kyra's toned abdomen warping under the sudden pressure, her flesh giving way to the forceful intrusion. The sheer force of the punch makes Kyra's arms shudder, and they instinctively wrap over and around Barbara's shoulders, partly for support and partly in an unconscious protective gesture. Her legs, slightly weakened from the gut punch, cause her knees to waver momentarily. She relies on the ropes behind her to maintain her balance, her heels digging deeper into the canvas, trying to find some stability amidst the whirlwind assault. The close quarters of the clinch, with Barbara's hips pressing forcefully into Kyra's, and her arm guiding her head downward, leave the Vixen in a most precarious position. With Kyra's arms slung over her shoulders, the Hungarian model spots her chance: her right glove clenched tight, then pistoned repeatedly into Kyra's exposed midsection. Each thrust of Barbara's fist into the tummy produces an audible "thud-thud-thud", the leather sinking in before retracting, only to strike again. The repeated gut shots force the air from Kyra's lungs in staggered, muted gasps. Her legs quiver, and her grip around Barbara's shoulders tightens, an instinctual attempt to pull the taller woman close, to smother her punches and maybe buy a few precious moments to recover. But in the midst of their tussle, Kyra manages to use her weight to shove back, snaking her arms under Barbara's armpits and wrapping them tightly around the Hungarian's slender back, before deftly rotating their hips about, so that Palvin is the one who is pressed into the ropes. Palvin's wide eyes betray her alarm, realizing she's been effectively trapped instead, with Kyra leaning in, her shoulders pushing into Barbara's chest, her hands trapped outside the clinch, fluttering in a frenzied attempt to find purchase. Swiftly, Kyra thrusts her glove upward, drilling into the soft pit of Barbara's stomach, just below her belly button. The "THUD" reverberates as the glove burrows deep, displacing the flesh around it. Palvin's entire body shudders from the impact, a strangled grunt forced from her lips. But Kyra doesn't relent, landing another and then another, each punch methodically aimed at the same, tender pit of Barbara's stomach. With every uppercut, Palvin's form crumbles a bit more, her strength waning. Suddenly, Kyra changes her tactic, rocking another uppercut squarely to the base of Barbara's chin. Palvin's head snaps back, her long locks flying, and her eyes momentarily lose focus. Then, the Vixen alternates between belly and chin, chin and breasts, keeping Barbara shuddering and perpetually off balance. The Hungarian model's legs quiver with each hit to her body and her head jolts with each strike to her chin, and after one particularly savage shot, her head drops, her chin coming to rest on Kyra's shoulder. Her lips, slightly parted, press into the side of Kyra's neck, every breath drawn in a raspy, labored affair, sounding almost like a desperate whisper against the Vixen's skin. But just before Kyra can land another blow, the bell rings, signaling the end of this grueling round! The referee immediately steps in, prying the two women apart, and as Kyra retreats to her corner, looking slightly smug, Barbara touches her aching belly and rubs her reddened chin, shaking off the pain. It’s a close round for either girl, though we think Palvin managed to do more damage overall!

ROUND 5:
Kyra and Barbara, battered but unbowed, waste no time in posturing, marching directly towards one another, determined to continue their brawl! And within moments, they’re locked back in another intimate dance, one arm wrapped around the other's shoulders, holding onto each other tight, their faces almost touching, lips snarling too close for comfort. Kyra strikes first, her gloves whipping into the soft area just below Barbara's ribcage. One... two... three... the Vixen’s fists sink into Palvin's tummy with a "PUH, PUH, PUHHH!" Barbara, however, is growling and retaliating back in tandem, her own gloves thudding into Kyra's ab wall with a passionate “WHUD”. There’s an almost desperate intensity in her actions, as if she's trying to break through Kyra's abs, for a moment forcing Kyra’s body to fold over and twitch, the Vixen’s multiple grunts — "HGGNG... UGH!" — revealing the sheer force of her own strength. But as they stay entwined, Kyra starts to rally, with the blasts from Kyra’s fists becoming more pronounced as well, each landing blow making Barbara’s entire body shake, the Hungarian’s grunts becoming more tortured — "HNNGH... UGHH... HGGK!" Then, Kyra finally lands that singular devastating uppercut to Barbara’s soft spot below the belly button, and finally, her defenses crumble!! Her pain-filled eyes widen in a flash, and a choked gasp escapes her lips. Her body folds over in half, and she begins to collapse on the spot, with Barbara's descent becoming an intimate journey across her adversary's body. Her lips, moist and open from exhaustion, graze the curve of Kyra’s chest, then travel downwards over the defined line of her abs. And by the time Barbara's knees buckle and she's brought low, her stunned, panting lips come to rest just below Kyra’s belly button! There, in that final, dramatic pose, Kyra's heaving, sweat-slicked belly rhythmically pushes against Barbara's lips and face with each victorious breath she takes in the first KNOCKDOWN of the evening!

Kyra stands regally above the fallen model, her victorious gaze piercing through the arena's haze. She signals to the referee with authority, demanding the inevitable count. And with no other choice, and Santoro’s gloves buried in the back of Palvin’s messed up hair, the numbers start to climb, and the reality of Kyra’s triumph solidifies, capping off an electrifying bout with a defining KO in the fifth by the final count of 10! It’s OVER!!

Official Result: Kyra Santoro defeats Barbara Palvin KO5!

AFTER:
Cheers fills the arena, and yet, even as the bell signals the end of the bout, Kyra doesn't release her defeated adversary. Instead, with a sense of possession and pride, she maintains the intimate pose: Barbara's dazed face still pressed to her pulsing belly, one of her hands gripped on the back of her head, keeping her firmly in place.

Kyra's other hand is raised triumphantly high, glove extended, soaking in the adoration from the crowd. Sweat glistens her well-toned body, every muscle highlighted and twitching from the intensity of this grueling contest. Her abdominal muscles, which have endured so much during the bout, now serve as the perfect pedestal for her defeated foe.

Barbara, on the other hand, has an expression of exhaustion and defeat. With her lips still pressed into the curve of Kyra’s belly, every ragged breath she takes sends shivers across Kyra's skin. There's a feeble attempt from Palvin, a slight pull backwards, signaling her desire to get free and collapse completely onto the canvas. But Kyra's strength is unyielding, with Barbara's drained arms, previously locked around Kyra's waist, now hanging limply by her sides.

"Didn't expect this, did you, Barbie?" Kyra taunts, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

Barbara's only response is a feeble groan, her eyelids fluttering, showing just how much the fight has taken out of her. After what feels like an eternity, Kyra, with a final shove, releases Barbara, allowing her to crumple unceremoniously to the canvas. The model lands in a disheveled heap, breathing heavily, the echoes of her defeat evident on every inch of her bruised and battered body.

Kyra, still standing tall, casts one last victorious look down at Palvin before leaving the ring, her legacy cemented further with yet another win. Later, after both women are escorted backstage, Kyra speaks first to the press: "You all saw that, right? That's what happens when someone challenges me. And Alyssa, I know you were watching, babe. You can expect the same treatment when we face off. Prepare yourself, because this Vixen's coming for you next!"

Down the hall, a visibly drained Barbara Palvin is supported by her team to the wooden bench. She's handed a bottle of water, and after taking a few sips, asked about her thoughts on the match. Breathlessly, with evident struggle in her voice, she says, "Kyra was… tough tonight." After a deep inhale and wince, she continues, "I hope Lynch kicks her ass."