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30 April 2024 Jamie Pang vs Joanne Peh

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BBU SPRING PARTY 24

Posted by girlsfriday on 30 April 2024 at 4:34 pm

Jamie Pang vs. Joanne Peh (BBU Debut)

(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)

Jamie:
(30, 5’5, 2:0 BBU, DRAGONs)

Joanne:
(41, 5’8, BBU Debut, Free Agent)

BEFORE:

We’re in the Grand Ballroom of the Royal Plaza Hotel, where tonight's pre-fight press conference is just getting started. First up, Jamie Pang, the social media influencer with a sculpted physique, strides confidently onto the stage in a sleek black tracksuit, the cheers and chants of her name washing over her. Her signature fiery red hair is pulled back in a tight braid, highlighting a determined glint in her eyes. Across the room, Joanne Peh, famed Singaporean actress, follows her, a stark contrast in a flowy white casual dress. Despite just one professional victory under belt years ago, she receives a mix of enthusiastic roars and curious whispers.

The moderator directs the first question to Jamie. "Two wins under your belt, Jamie," he says, "how do you feel about facing Joanne, a relative newcomer to the ring?"

Jamie strikes a confident pose, a glint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "That’s just in the BBU. I’ve been fighting far longer in the FCBA. And newcomer or not," she says, casting a glance towards Peh. "Joanne's more well-known in the acting circles. But I've been grinding in the gym, pushing myself further with every fight. Come fight night, my fans will see another victory."

The moderator then turns to her opponent. “Joanne," he inquires, "how do you respond, especially considering your limited experience in the ring?"

Joanne offers a slight smile, the kind that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Experience isn't everything," she counters. "Years of staying fit for action roles have honed my reflexes and discipline. I may be new to the professional boxing scene, but I'm not here to play games. I’ve got my friends and family watching back home, so I’m not going to disappoint!"

The playful jabs subside as both competitors rise and stride up to each other on the stage for the official staredown. The moderator, sensing the shift, retreats a step, leaving both girls face-to-face.

Jamie, a toned powerhouse in a sleek black tracksuit, stands her ground. Her fiery red hair is tightly braided, and every inch of her sculpted physique screams power and focus. But here, bathed in the harsh spotlight, she’s dwarfed by Joanne, who looms three inches taller. Her gaze, cool and calculating, holds slight condescension as she looks down at Jamie, who tilts her head back slightly and meets her gaze head-on. Her jaw is clenched in defiance, her body tense.

Twenty-four hours after the heated press conference, both competitors are finally ready to do battle. Up first, Jamie is clad in a shimmering crimson robe as her trainer wraps her hands in gauze. Across the ring, Peh is draped in a serene white robe, her slender frame belying the steely resolve in her eyes. Unlike Jamie, her movements are measured, deliberate. Her trainer meticulously adjusts her white hand wraps. And finally, the pristine white gloves are slipped on.

The announcer's booming voice echoes through the arena, electrifying the crowd. "Laaadies and gentlemen! The moment you've all been waiting for! In the red corner, undefeated and hungry for another victory, weighing in at 132 pounds, it's Jamie 'The Red Inferno' Pang!"

"And in the white corner, the newcomer with a knockout debut, weighing in at 135 pounds, it's Joanne 'The Ice Queen' Peh!"

Across the ring, Jamie bounces lightly on her toes, while Joanne stands firm and raises her arms in a fighting stance. The referee signals for the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!

ROUND 1:

Pang bursts from her corner like a spring uncoiled, but Peh, poised and composed, sidesteps with practiced ease. The crowd erupts as Pang's momentum carries her past, sending a ripple of nervous excitement through the stands. The match then shifts into a strategic display. Peh, leveraging her height, extends her jabs with the precision of a striking viper, her white gloves slicing through the air. But her opponent, clad in crimson and moving with fluid grace, dodges skillfully, her head a moving target. Each close call has the crowd holding its breath, with Peh's jabs whistling past Pang's ear. Frustration flickers across the actress’ face, however, with her strategy not paying off. Instead, Pang deflects most of her jabs and slips inside others to clinch, turning her aggression against her. In their first clinch, tension breaks the dam. Peh, irritated by her missed punches, tries to shove Pang back to regain control of the center of the ring. But Jamie counters by digging her elbows into her ribs, her crimson gloves briefly encircling the Singaporean actress’s torso. Then, within the clinch, she lands a short, sharp hook to Peh’s side. But Joanne soon retaliates with a looping right that glances off her cheek, igniting a spark in the fitness influencer's eyes. The referee, ever vigilant, barks for them to break. They reluctantly separate, both breathing heavily. And as the round progresses, it becomes a slow burn of frustration and simmering intensity. When the final bell rings, the opening round clearly belongs to Pang, not through a flurry of punches, but through the quiet strength of her impenetrable defense and the cunning use of clinches to disrupt her opponent’s rhythm.

ROUND 2:

The playful energy of the opener is gone, replaced by a charged silence as the audience's cheers subside. Peh steps out with a resolved glint in her eyes. Stung by the frustrations of the first round, she abandons her earlier tactics. Instead, utilizing her height, she switches to long-range attacks, extending sharp lefts and rights towards Jamie's head with piston-like precision. This adjustment catches Pang off guard; the defensive strategies that served her well initially are now faltering. Pang tries to weave her head desperately to dodge an incoming barrage, but Joanne's blows land heavily on her outstretched arms, white gloves banging stiffly into bone and flesh. Driven by frustration, Peh manages to corner Pang against one side of the ring, near the ropes with a perfectly timed right cross that lands with a resonant "WHACK!" above the temple. Joanne then shifts from tentative to aggressive, abandoning wild hooks for a series of jabs and straight crosses aimed for the shorter girl’s midsection. A sharp jab strikes Pang's navel, the "THUD!" making Pang lurch forward, with a strangled cry escaping her lips. Another straight right finds its mark below the left ribs with a dull "THWACK!" knocking the breath from her lungs, her body twisting instinctively to mitigate the impact. Throughout this rhythmic assault, Joanne's grunts are steady exhales, a contrast to the pained gasps and short, choked coughs from her foe. The referee watches closely, alert for any sign of Pang choosing to yield early and under the intense pressure. Yet, Pang summons a surge of adrenaline and pushes back frequently, shoving Joanne off with a tightly packed guard, and briefly creating the space she needs. As the bell rings, however, she’s still the one staggering back to her corner, where her trainer urgently gives instructions. Joanne, now fully confident, allows a smirk to cross her face, recognizing her psychological impact she’s wrought. This round firmly belongs to her, not just for her effective striking but for shaking Pang's composure.

ROUND 3:

Defiance in Jamie's eyes, as the frustration of the previous round is replaced by a steely focus. She seems energized, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet as she advances towards Joanne with purpose. Peh remains back, staying wary, trying to duplicate her earlier success. But as the first big punches come sailing in, there’s a murmur through the stands, as Pang begins to breach her defenses. The shorter girl’s gloves now sail in with a steady thud thud thud. A left hook lands heavily on the side of the ribs, causing Peh to stagger back, her white trunks straining against her frame. And Pang continues to unleash upon her: right jabs to the head, left crosses to the body, and another wild hook that packs into the side of her head, quickly overwhelming the taller but leaner girl, whose guard is a mess of raises and dips in a futile attempt to shield herself. By their side, the referee stays alert, ready to step in if the clinches stall the action too long. Pang continues to command the center of the ring, setting the pace, as her opponent staggers back, her strategy of maintaining distance crumbling punch after punch, her own jabs easily deflected or avoided. The final bell is a reprieve for Peh, a pause from the relentless pressure. And returning to her corner, Jamie’s chest heaves from exertion, yet her eyes gleam with triumph. Peh, in contrast, appears pale and shaken, the pristine white of her gear marred.

ROUND 4:

Pang’s riding her momentum from her previous round's success, and she surges forward with aggression! However, Joanne refuses to relent, countering her advance with a rapid flurry of lefts and rights, mixed with powerful right crosses that snap Jamie's head back sharply when they connect. This round morphs into a high-stakes ballet of attack and defense. Peh, her own frustration now channeled, uses her reach advantage to pepper her opponent with sharp jabs that sting her face. But Pang, buoyed by the crowd's raucous support, responds with her own ferocity, slipping often within Peh's guard to land thudding blows off her torso, each punch darkening the fabric of Peh's white trunks. In the second minute, the fighters meet in the center and exchange intense volleys to the face and body, with the crowd oscillating between cheers and gasps. And soon, signs of fatigue emerge on both fighters; sweat sheens their bodies, and their breathing grows labored. But in the round's final moments, Peh decides to go for broke, LAUNCHES a risky right hook high and mighty, which Pang expertly DUCKS, before rebounding from her crouch with a brutal uppercut that PACKS into Peh's chin, shaking the arena like a thunderclap! OUCH!! Peh's reaction is instant—her eyes flash with shock, her body locks up, and then she quickly COLLAPSES to the canvas, a haunting slow-motion fall that draws gasps from the crowd. It’s a shock KNOCKDOWN for Jamie Pang, who throws her hands into the air for a quick celebration!

Immediately after Peh hits the ground, the arena falls silent, save for the referee's steady ten-count. Struggling to regain her bearings, she manages to pull herself to her knees by the count of eight. Her head wobbles, but survival instincts propel her upright at the last count of nine! She stands, unsteady but defiant, locking eyes with Pang once more!

And the final seconds of the round are a frenzied blur. Pang tries to rush her down, but her blows are parried and avoided by Joanne’s fast movement and footwork. Indeed, Jamie’s last push here reeks of desperation to win the fight outrightly early. But it fails, and Peh keeps herself upright until the bell rings out once more. Pang, visibly exhausted, retreats to her corner, her significant lead from the knockdown tempered by the bout's final challenging moments. While Peh, still shaky, receives prompt medical attention, her resolve is clear despite the ordeal.

ROUND 5:

In her corner, Jamie vibrates with energy, and across the ring, Joanne bears the remnants of earlier exchanges, her white trunks marked with a splash of dirt and grime. At the sound of the bell, they converge in the ring's heart, both eager to assert their dominance. The opening sees Pang set an aggressive tempo once more, the hesitation of brawling with the taller girl all but vanished, replaced by a fighter intent on capitalizing on her momentum. She unleashes a torrent of punches early: a sharp left jab followed by a right hook, which both bang off the arms, before another punishing left cross snaps Peh's head back. Peh is still reeling from the previous round's knockdown, and it shows, immediately struggling to mount an effective defense, with her counters lacking their usual sharpness, and her guard all over the place. The referee watches closely, ensuring the contest remains fair despite the fierce exchanges. But the decisive moment arrives barely a minute into the round, with Peh, desperate to regain footing, throwing another cumbersome right swing. Pang dodges and counters, her glove arcing back through the air and squarely connecting with Peh's jaw, JOLTING the older actress’ head to the side! OUFF! Immediately, Peh's expression goes blank, her body slackening as she begins to fall! Some quick thinking on the part of the referee, who manages to catch the free-falling fighter before her pretty face meets the canvas at mach speed, his actions preventing further harm. Still, it’s clear the Joanne is OUT like a light, her limbs going limp and the rest of her form hitting the canvas with a muted thud! There’s no need for the referee’s 10-count here, and he immediately CALLS THE FIGHT! It’s OVER!

Official Result: Jamie Pang defeats Joanne Peh via KO5!

AFTER:

Jamie, chest heaving, stood frozen in the center of the ring, her crimson gloves hanging limply at her sides. It takes a beat for the enormity of he victory to sink in. Then, a slow smile creeps across her face, spreading from ear to ear.

Her arms shoot up in a triumphant victory pose, and a primal scream rips from her throat, a sound that echoed with raw emotion and the release of pent-up tension. The crowd responds in kind, a tidal wave of cheers washing over her. Jamie soaks it in, every roar, every whistle, a testament to her incredible comeback.

Across the ring, medical personnel rush to Joanne's side. Her eyes fluttered open momentarily, unfocused and confused. Groaning softly, she attempts to push herself up, but her body refuses to cooperate. The referee kneels beside her, his voice a gentle murmur as he checks on her status. Shame flushes across Joanne's face as realization dawns. Defeat is always bitter, as they say.

Jamie, her initial euphoria subsiding, turns towards her fallen opponent. A flicker of concern crosses her face, momentarily replacing the elation. She marches over later and raises a gloved hand in a gesture of respect, a silent acknowledgement of the fierce battle they had just waged. And after a tense moment, Joanne weakly nods back.

Later, at the post-fight press conference, Jamie, still sporting the faint outline of crimson gloves on her white towel, sits at the podium, a triumphant glint in her eyes. Across from her, Joanne, her white robe barely concealing the angry red welt on her midsection, exudes steely composure.

"Jamie," the moderator begins, "that was a stunning knockout! Take us through your thought process in the final minute."

Jamie's grin widens, a touch of defiance flickering behind it. "Honestly, it wasn't much thought," she counters. "Joanne got a little sloppy and overconfident after that second round. I saw the opening, and I took it."

A reporter leans forward, his voice laced with curiosity. "Joanne, you dominated the second round, worked Jamie's body beautifully. What went wrong in the fifth?"

Joanne's gaze meets Jamie's head-on, that spark of competitiveness still igniting within. "I underestimated her," she admits, her voice firm. "A mistake I won't make twice. Next time, I'll be ready for anything she throws."

The moderator interjects, sensing the rising tension. "There's a lot of respect between you two, even after such a fierce battle. How would you describe each other as opponents?"

Jamie leans forward, her smile turning into a confident smirk. "Joanne's tough for her age. But toughness only gets you so far. This ring belongs to me, and she'll learn that lesson again. An even harder lesson... next time."

Joanne doesn't back down. "Jamie's got heart, I'll concede," she says, her voice laced with a challenge. "If we’d faced off ten years ago, I think the result would have been different. I’m going back to the gym, and let's see how her heart holds up when I come back stronger."