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12 May 2024 Hailey Clauson vs Doutzen Kroes

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AHW: LOOKOUT! VS. VIXENS STABLE WAR

Posted by caspian on 12 May 2024 at 9:49 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

8. Hailey Clauson vs. Doutzen Kroes

Hailey:
(27, 5’11, 125 lbs, SIRENs)

Doutzen:
(39, 5’10, 120 lbs, Lookout! Atlantic Boxing)

ROUND 1:
The nearby table shattered as both women came crashing down on it, shattering the piece of furniture into a shower of splinters and dust. The force of the blow knocked the breath from Doutzen, sending a jarring shockwave through her body. And she lay sprawled amidst the wreckage, her mind a disorienting swirl of confusion and pain. Every ragged breath reverberated through her bruised ribs, her limbs feeling leaden as a wave of nausea washed over her. Through the haze, she blinked frantically, trying to dispel the ringing in her ears and refocus her swimming vision. Above her, Hailey Clauson loomed, a figure of unwavering intent. There was no sympathy in her expression, only a ruthless determination that chilled Doutzen to the core. With a brutal efficiency, Hailey snaked an arm around Doutzen's leg, the hold an unbreakable vice, pinning her to the debris-strewn floor. Then, she leaned down, her weight pressing heavily on the other blonde’s chest. Beneath, Doutzen began to stir, began to thrash instinctively, but to no avail. She was trapped, her vulnerabilities cruelly exposed. Clauson’s voice rang out, strong and commanding: "One!" The single word hit Doutzen with the force of a physical strike. "Two!" Each number pounded against her rattled senses, an agonizing countdown underscoring her crushing defeat. "Three!" Despair threatened to engulf her, but a flicker of defiance rose within…

Hailey wins the first fall!

ROUND 2:
As they reached the wall, Doutzen, her earlier disorientation replaced by a cold, furious determination, unleashed a savage counterattack. Her fists became a relentless weapon, a flurry of punishing uppercuts that hammered at Hailey's midsection with merciless force. "Whud!" Each blow landed with a sickening thud, a percussive rhythm of brutality. Hailey's usually solid defenses buckled under the onslaught. Her breath was forced from her lungs in harsh, ragged gasps. "Whud!" Another strike, driving deeper, stealing another precious breath. Doutzen's fists were unstoppable pistons, sinking into her abdomen, her muscles spasming and contracting in protest, her torso rippling violently with each brutal strike. "Whud!" The sound echoed ominously against the frantic roar of the spectators, especially the Lookout! side, who were hungry for another win for their corner. Hailey stumbled as another punch landed squarely on her lower abdomen, the pain momentarily buckling her knees. But Doutzen was far from finished. With each strike, her confidence surged. Her eyes blazed, her lips pulled back in a snarl of determination. Finally, with one last, brutal uppercut, Hailey's defenses crumbled. The force of the blow knocked her back against the unforgiving wall, driving the remaining air from her lungs in a strangled gasp. Instinctively, her arms flew up, wrapping protectively around her midsection in a desperate attempt to ward off further punishment. But her knees buckled as she sank down, the pain radiating through her body in agonizing waves. Doutzen, however, was ruthless. Her hand shot out, snagging a fistful of Hailey's hair, and with a savage twist, forcibly yanked the big blonde further downwards, aiding her descent, and slamming her unceremoniously down her knees.

A savage smile spread across her face as she tightened her hold. The shift in power was intoxicating, fueling a cruel satisfaction that bloomed within her. With each sharp tug, each humiliating shift of Hailey's head, she savored her dominance. Meanwhile, Hailey, on her knees, was a stark contrast. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her eyes glistening with a mix of pain and the simmering defiance that still pulsed in her veins. "Gonna get up, blondie?" Doutzen sneered. She punctuated the words with another harsh yank of hair, forcing Hailey’s head back in a painful, disorienting movement. Another sharp slap cracked across Hailey's cheek. "Little girlie should’ve stayed home, no?" Doutzen hissed. Then another slap, this one landing on the other cheek. Her fingers dug cruelly into Hailey's scalp, each twist, each yank a small, vicious act of revenge. She quickly threw the disoriented Clauson to the ground and straddled her, her leg hooking possessively around her hip to restrict any chance of escape. Her own knee pressed forcefully into Hailey's chest, hindering her attempts to breathe and regain her composure. Trapped, Hailey felt her energy ebb away. Her limbs twitched involuntarily, desperate attempts for any kind of leverage, to no avail. Doutzen settled snugly onto her chest and leaned in, pinning her arms and shoulders down, her face mere inches from hers, her voice a victorious hiss, "One! Two! Three!"

Doutzen wins the second fall!

ROUND 3:
In a strange echo of earlier rounds, both fighters found themselves kneeling on the frayed carpet. Each blonde gasped for oxygen, their bodies bruised and heavy beyond their wildest expectations. Yet, even in this moment of near exhaustion, neither was willing to surrender. With unspoken agreement, they lunged at each other, their movements clumsy, slowed by exhaustion and lingering pain, their arms swung in clumsy arcs, their knuckles finding targets in a frenzied rhythm of dull, heavy thuds. Hailey focused on Doutzen's midsection, a relentless stream of uppercuts hammering against her already battered torso. The force of each impact was muted by Doutzen's taut muscles, but with every strike, a jolt shot through Hailey's arms, a reminder of the brutal toll this brawl was taking on her own body. Doutzen retaliated in kind, targeting Hailey's lower abdomen. Her fists sunk deep, each impact like a white-hot spike driving into Hailey's flesh. Hailey grunted, her body instinctively curling inwards with each blow, but she never stopped fighting back. Their breaths, harsh and ragged, mingled in the charged space between them. Sweat spattered their faces, streaking through the bruises and cuts each had acquired over the course of the match. Every grunt, every gasp, was a testament to the raw, savage struggle they were locked in. Hailey, fueled by adrenaline and a flicker of hope, dug deep, launching a vicious right hook that slammed into Doutzen's already aching ribs. The impact whooshed the air from Doutzen's lungs, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as her body convulsed. Using the momentum, she forced herself forward, grappling with Kroes, both toppling in a tangle of limbs, Hailey landing with a thud on top. With a burst of surprising strength, fueled by the desperation of the moment, Hailey managed to maneuver Doutzen onto her back. Gasping for breath, Hailey scrambled to pin Doutzen down. Sweat streamed down her face, stinging her eyes as she focused on securing the advantage. Hailey threw one leg over Doutzen's hips, effectively folding Kroes’ legs over her body and leaning forward to trap her opponent with her own weight. Then, with a surge of effort, she pressed her elbows down into her chest and face, effectively neutralizing any immediate threat. Doutzen, momentarily stunned and the wind knocked out of her, struggled weakly. But Hailey, fueled by the taste of victory within her grasp, held firm. "One!" boomed her voice overhead, breathless. Doutzen thrashed against the hold, her eyes flashing with defiance, but she was trapped. Hailey leaned into her weight, pressing Doutzen further into the mat. "Two!" she thundered. Doutzen, her face flushed and contorted in a snarl of frustration, didn't concede defeat. She clawed at the mat, her body writhing in a desperate attempt to break free. But Hailey, with grit and determination etched on her face, held her fast. "Three!" It was OVER!

Hailey wins the third and final fall!

Official Result: Hailey Clauson defeats Doutzen Kroes via Pinfall

AFTER:
Hailey shows disrespect as she immediately sends a punch down into Doutzen’s face, her bare knuckles snapping into her nose and breaking it with a vicious crack. Kroes going limp and groaning beneath, with Clauson then muttering a “b*tch!” under her breath. Then, she clamors back up, letting Kroes’ broken form unfurl onto the carpet, completely KO’ed.

VIX : Lookout! Boxing AHW Stable War

5:3