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29 March 2024 Ariana Grande vs Cierra Ramirez

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OFFICIAL FCBA "MARCH MADNESS" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 29 March 2024 at 10:40 pm

Ariana Grande vs Cierra Ramirez
Lookout / CountryMouse

Interviewer: Ariana, you're set to face Cierra Ramirez in the ring soon. What are your thoughts on your opponent?

Ariana: Oh, um, Cierra? I just love her to bits! laughs I’ve been, like, totally jamming to her tracks, and... oh, can you imagine us dropping a single together? That’d be so lit!

Interviewer: Actually, Ariana, remember you're supposed to fight her, not collaborate. In fact, Cierra's made some pretty rough comments about your whole 'cutesy princess' persona, and she's particularly focused on your abs.

Ariana: Wait, what? No way! laughs nervously My abs are just—I mean, look! lifting her shirt Everyone seems to... um, like, talk about them? But I'm, you know, super proud! They took like, a boatload of dieting and planking, seriously.

Interviewer: Yeah, about that... Cierra's been saying your abs are soft and she's planning to prove it to everyone by giving you a good pounding in the stomach.

Ariana: giggles fade, and she bites her lip Soft? But that's, like, so mean. I... um, they're certainly not! I’ve got, like, abs of, uh, marble, honey. pauses, fidgets But, like, getting punched there? That’s... yeah, that’s kinda scary, I guess—ouch! I just hope she doesn’t... trails off, looks down I do tend to, you know, focus on the whole singing thing more. Getting hit is not really my, uh, my jam.

Interviewer: Are you worried about how the fight might turn out considering...

Ariana: Worried? Um, well—bites her lip again—I mean, no one wants to get hurt, right? It's just... sighs maybe I didn't think this through all the way. But whatever, I'll just... waves hand dismissively do my best and stuff. It's all about being in the spotlight, isn't it? And I'm like, so ready for it. a forced giggle Bring it on, Cierra!

Round 1:

From the get-go, Cierra's in the zone, gloves dancing, feet moving—Pop, pop, boom—her fists are everywhere, tagging Ariana who's quick on her feet but just not quick enough. Ariana throws back, slicing the air with her own punches, but Cierra's already there, then not, her right hook landing with a crack that has Ariana reeling. The crowd's on the edge of their seats, the air charged when bam—Ariana sneaks in a rabbit punch right before the bell. Cierra winces, hand flying to the back of her head, complaining to the ref who misses the moment entirely. What the heck Ari?

Round 2:
Ariana coming in hot. THWACK! She's in close, and oops—a headbutt slips through, rocking Cierra. Not missing a beat, Ariana's fists fly, pop, pop, pop, raining down on Cierra who's trying to catch up. Left, right, Ariana's dancing around her, hitting from all sides, swift like a shadow. Cierra's thrown, stumbling to block and dodge, but Ariana's on fire, spinning the tale her way, leaving Cierra blinking in surprise.

Round 3:

“That’s the last round you’re going to win Puta!” Cierra's back in the ring with fire in her eyes, stepping up her game like it's round one all over again. She's everywhere Ariana tries to be, cutting off escape and pushing her back until the ropes are all that's behind Ariana. Bam, bam—Cierra's gloves are talking, loud and clear, hitting Ariana with everything she's got. Ariana's trying, really trying, to keep up, to find that sliver of space she needs, but Cierra's just not giving her an inch. Whack, thud, each hit from Cierra lands with a promise, and Ariana's feeling every word of it, her breaths coming short and sharp. Cierra owns the ring, and the round's hers, no question. Ariana's got to dig deep now, find something more, because Cierra's not letting up, not for a second.

Round 4:

Cierra corners Ariana Grande, and it's clear she's not happy with Grande's tactics. The crowd's on the edge of their seats, buzzing for what they're calling the 'Grande Finale.' Yeah, the crowd loves the singer, but she knows that people show up to her fights to watch her take punches to the belly. Grande's bracing for impact, you can tell she's expecting the worst. Cierra throws a left, 'Thud', right into Grande's abs. Ariana is still standing, but you can see the surprise in her eyes as she tightens up, leaning in just a bit. It looks like Cierra's holding back, folks, but something tells me she's about to turn up the heat.

Cierra's not letting up, folks. She snaps a quick right to the liver, 'Wump’, followed by a one-two jab and cross with the left, Oof, 'Oof!', landing up high on the belly. Ariana's face screws up in a wince. Cierra's pulling back, looks like she's shifting into a higher gear and...

'THUD!' Leather meets tummy in a brutal uppercut. Grande's lifted onto her toes! 'Oooooh!' You can hear her moan from here, folks. She really felt that one! Ariana's leaning on her arm, folks, trying to hold herself together. Cierra, showing a moment of sportsmanship, gives her a brief pause while the crowd's going wild, hungry for more belly action. And just as Ariana starts to pull herself upright…

BOOM! Oh my god, Ramirez doesn't hold back, going wrist-deep this time! Grande's whole body shudders, bowing forward as if she's been folded in half. Whatever air she managed to catch is mercilessly driven out of her, folks. 'Guuh - uh!' is all she can muster.

The folks online might think it’s hot, but Ariana found nothing sexy about it. It hurt like a mother f——, and she never got to have dinner after her matches. Ariana's knees barely hold her; she sways, dazed, with a trace of drool betraying her faltering consciousness. The referee steps in, hand raised, telling Ramirez to back off. She leans in, concern etched on her face. "Can you keep going, Ari?" she asks, eyeing the battered fighter. Grande’s look says it all, "Are you serious?" Yet, with a shaky nod, she affirms she's not down and out yet. The referee gives a slight shrug and motions for the bout to resume.

Round 5:

Cierra grins, her gloves coming together with a telling smack. Ramirez dances forward like Mohammed Ali with a solid uppercut to her abs. Grande's only response is a pained moan, the air forced from her lungs once more. Ramirez isn't slowing—she lands a left, "Ooh!" It's clear Ariana's out of her depth, absorbing blow after blow with no defense. Ramirez follows with a punishing right uppercut, "Oof!"—Grande's mouth agape, stunned. Then, without mercy, Ramirez delivers another uppercut, "Guh!" And another, "Guh!" And yet another, "Guh!" The crowd is wondering the obvious, what is Ari thinking?

The moment the bell rings the referee steps in to peel Cierra away from the corner. Grande slumps, defeated, clutching her belly, and giving in to her sobs. Ramirez steps back, a wide grin on her lips, as the ref moves in to declare her the winner.

After:

Ariana slowly curls onto her knees, her hands cradling her beaten tummy. Ariana manages to get some air, culminating in a deep, resonant moan, "ooooooh!"

"I’m gonna walk her!" Cierra announces shoving the referee to one side. She catches Ariana's ponytail, yanking the defeated fighter up. Ariana gasps, her words a mix of pain and plea, "Please no more." Cierra marches Ariana to one side of the ring. She curls her fingers into the top of Grande’s bodysuit threatening to tear it open. Ariana's eyes go wide, she shakes her head frantically begging Cierra not to strip her in front of all of these people.

“Should I do it?” Cierra asks the crowd. Their answer is obvious. Instead, Cierra pulls her opponent to the other side of the ring and asks again. “Do you wanna see it?” Ramirez drags Arianna to the third side of the square, the one farthest from the exit, twisting the lycra fabric into a fist. She teases ripping the suit…

… “You don’t need any more attention. This is my moment.” Ramirez spits as she tosses Grande through the ropes. The tiny singer lands outside the ring in a heap. Cierra gets up on the turnbuckle hands raised in triumph!