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19 May 2024 Nell Tiger Free vs Meg Donnelly

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Posted by caspian on 19 May 2024 at 8:20 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

1. Nell Tiger Free vs. Meg Donnelly

Nell:
(24, 5’5, 26:12 FCBA, VIXENs)

Meg:
(23, 5’3, 24:5 FCBA, Free Agent)

BEFORE:
The spotlight cuts through the arena, illuminating the ring in the center. Hype gives way to a pregnant silence as the crowd awaits the beginning of the undercard. It's a battle between the rising starlet versus the hungry newcomer.

Nell Tiger Free emerges first. There's fire in her eyes, a stark contrast to her usual sweet demeanor. She's shed her entrance robe, revealing a classic boxing ensemble – simple black shorts adorned with the VIXENs logo in gold, and a matching sports bra that showcases her deceptively toned arms and shoulders. It's a statement of intent – she's here to fight, not to charm.

The crowd reaction is a curious mix. Cheers for the fan favorite mingle with murmurs of surprise – has the bubbly blonde found her killer instinct?

Next, a ripple of anticipation sweeps through the arena as Meg Donnelly bursts onto the scene. Unlike her opponent, she embraces the showmanship aspect. She sports a vibrant red top and silver shorts, flashes of lightning emblazoned on the sides. Her powerful legs and broad shoulders are in stark contrast to Nell's lean frame.

The fighters ascend the ring steps. Nell moves with calculated grace, her corner murmuring final instructions punctuated with words of encouragement. Meg radiates an almost feral energy, her eyes sweeping over the crowd with a defiant glint.

The referee calls them center ring, going over the rules. Back in their corners, Nell bounces lightly on her toes, her hands loose and ready; Meg shadowboxes with sharp, powerful punches that send ripples through her muscles.

HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action! Can Meg live up to the hype of her former stable? Or will Nell dispel that invincible image?

ROUND 1:
Tiger Free comes out fast, the hesitation of the previous moments replaced with focused aggression. She knows that keeping Meg at bay is key, and she uses her longer reach and superior footwork to establish dominance. She circles the ring, flicking out her jab like a whip. Meg, unaccustomed to being on the defensive, presses forward, but her opponent’s constant movement flusters her, Nell’s jabs landing with surprising force, snapping the shorter fighter's head back and disrupting her rhythm. Mid-round, Meg attempts to change the tide. She ducks under another jab and lunges forward, but Nell is prepared. A calculated sidestep leaves Meg swinging at thin air, before the Brit actress counters with a flurry of punches – a quick left hook to the body followed by a stinging right cross to the jaw, forcing Meg to stagger back, momentarily dazed! Sensing an advantage, Nell pours on the pressure. She dances in and out of range, peppering the other girl with jabs and crosses. Meg, growing frustrated, resorts to wild, looping punches, most of which miss their mark, leaving Nell in control, a graceful boxer dictating the pace and the range. The final minute sees Nell’s punches shooting out, precise, landing with crisp accuracy. Meg, on the back foot, raises her guard, but the blows still find their openings: a sharp left to the ribs forces a grunt of pain while a right uppercut just grazes her chin and further throws her off-balance. The bell rings, a welcome reprieve for Meg. Nell retreats to her corner, breathing heavily but a triumphant grin spreading across her face. Meanwhile, Meg slumps onto her stool, a frustrated scowl etched on her face. It's clear – Tiger Free’s superior technique and intelligent movement has won her the opening round decisively.

ROUND 2:
A new fire ignites in the eyes of Donnelly. The frustration from the previous round seems to have fueled a steely determination. This time, the former Front Street fighter doesn't chase shadows. She utilizes her shorter stature, darting in and out with surprising quickness, aiming short, vicious hooks at the blonde Vixen's body, a strategy designed to sap Nell's stamina and break down her defenses. Nell wasn’t expecting her foe’s agility, and gets forced into a more stationary position. She tries to counter with jabs to the face, but Meg's bob-and-weave tactics disrupt her aim, and the crowd gasps as a right hook lands flush on the ribs, forcing a wince and a flicker of pain.Frustration starts to creep into Nell's movements. She throws a wild right cross that leaves herself open, and Meg capitalizes with another brutal left hook that snaps her head back with an OUFFF! The crowd erupts, sensing a turning point! Nell stumbles back, her legs momentarily wobbly. She remembers her corner's pre-fight instructions – weather the storm, regain control. She clinches Meg, buying herself precious seconds to reset and regain her composure, though the referee breaks them apart soon after, and the fight resumes with renewed intensity. Meg, emboldened by her success, lets loose a flurry of punches, and Nell manages to evade most, but a right cross does catch her on the temple. The final minute devolves into a toe-to-toe brawl. Both fighters trade punches near the corner, with Nell regaining her position with her right jab snapping out and snapping Meg's head back repeatedly. When the bell finally rings, it’s a merciful end to the grueling exchange. Both fighters stagger back to their corners, their faces flushed, exhaustion etched on their features. It's clear this fight is far from over. The once-confident Vixen is now in a fight for her life, and the former Front Street standout has proven she has the heart to match her raw talent. Judges' Scorecards: It's a close one. One judge scores the round 10-9 for Nell, impressed by her late-round resurgence. The other two score it 10-9 for Meg, rewarding her relentless aggression and body punches.

ROUND 3:
Both fighters know this is it – the moment to put it all on the line. Nell emerges from her corner, her eyes narrowed with a mix of determination and fatigue. Meg mirrors her expression, bruised but unbowed. The opening exchange is tentative, both fighters wary of the other's power. Nell, however, has learned her lesson. Instead of trying to out-brawl Meg, she returns to her roots. Her jabbing hands become weapons, keeping Meg on the defensive. Her footwork, once disrupted by her foe’s relentless pressure, regains its fluid elegance. She circles the ring, a matador evading the bull. Meg, sensing the shift in momentum, grows increasingly frustrated. Her lunges towards Nell’s head become less calculated, her punches more desperate. She needs to land that one big shot to turn the tide, but the Vixen’s defense is proving impenetrable. Midway through the round, Nell lands a perfectly timed straight right that sends a jolt through Meg's guard. The crowd roars as the former Front Street fighter stumbles backward, looking dazed. Immediately, Nell follows up with a flurry of punches, a mix of jabs and crosses that land with precise accuracy, forcing Meg to weather, visibly shaken. Her guard tightens, and she throws counterpunches with less frequency, focusing primarily on defense. All Nell has to do is maintain a steady pressure, her punches finding gaps in the shorter girl’s defense. The final minute sees Nell fighting smart, utilizing her superior reach and footwork to pepper Meg with jabs, frustrating her further, but never fully committing to an exchange that could leave her vulnerable. As the bell rings, a sudden silence fills the arena. Meg collapses back into her corner, her breath coming in harsh gasps. Nell stands mid-ring, her chest heaving, but a victorious spark in her eyes as she raises a hand to acknowledge the crowd, their cheers confirming what both fighters already know – she’s regained some control, her technical prowess winning out over Meg's raw power.

ROUND 4:
Both fighters are running on fumes, their movements less graceful, each punch thrown with less precision. This isn't about technique anymore – it's about who wants it more. Meg makes a surprise charge out of her corner, throwing caution to the wind. Now it’s a full-frontal assault, and Nell is caught off guard by this relentless aggression, momentarily forced onto the back foot. The fighters meet in the center of the ring, trading punches in a furious exchange. Meg channels her Front Street training, her focus shifting to brutal body shots. She hammers away at Nell's ribs with a ferocity that sends shockwaves through the Brit’s body. Nell grimaces, each blow landing with a sickening thud. She tries to counter by initiating the clinch, but Meg simply dances away and then continues her barrage. Now, Donnelly is the one in control. She steps in and throws a right hook that narrowly misses Nell's chin, but she keeps the pressure on. Another left hook to the body forces a grunt of pain before she follows up with a vicious right to the ribs, then another, and another! Nell’s face tells it all: her eyes are wide and lips slightly parted, her body starting to buckle under the onslaught. She covers up, her guard high, as she tries to weather the storm and retreat. Meg, however, is tireless. She pushes forward, her punches blurring as she continues to target Nell's vulnerable midsection, and the onslaught eventually forces Nell to the ropes. Trapped, she can no longer evade the barrage! Meg unleashes a final flurry, a mix of lefts and rights that crash into the Vixen's ribs and belly. The crowd's cheers rise to a deafening crescendo, as Nell doubles over, gasping for air, her guard momentarily lowered. Just as Meg prepares to unleash a final assault, however, the bell rings, the harsh sound cutting through the chaos. Exhausted, both fighters separate. Meg stands mid-ring, her chest heaving, but a fierce gleam in her eyes, while Nell stumbles back to her corner, every ragged breath a testament to the relentless beating she's endured. It's a brutal round, a reminder of Meg's raw power, and one more haymaker could end it all!

ROUND 5:
Meg, emboldened by her dominance in the previous round, charges forward with reckless abandon. Her strategy is clear – finish her opponent off with the same onslaught that nearly crumbled her. But Nell’s ready. She's learned a hard lesson, and she won't let Meg dictate the pace again. Her eyes, burning with intensity, track her every movement. And as Meg lunges forward, Nell pivots, unleashing a perfect right cross that catches the brawler flush on the temple. The impact is brutal, and a collective gasp ripples through the crowd as Meg's forward momentum falters. Her eyes widen, then glaze over as her legs buckle beneath her. Before anyone knows it, she’s lost her balance and COLLAPSES to the canvas with a sickening thud, the fight knocked out of her! And what a brilliant turnabout KNOCKDOWN for Nell Tiger Free!

Silence descends the stadium for a heartbeat, then explodes into a cacophony of cheers and gasps, as Nell watches her opponent, her stance shifting side to side, from offense to concern. The referee rushes forward, waving his arms and shouting. He kneels beside Meg, checking her pulse and looking into her dazed eyes. A flicker of movement returns to her eyes, a spark of defiance battling the haze of the blow. Slowly, Donnelly tries to push herself up on wobbly arms, but the world seems to tilt on its axis. Her vision swims, the roar of the crowd a distant echo. Every muscle in her body screams in protest. She grits her teeth, willing her body to cooperate, but it's a losing battle. The referee's face swims into focus, his concern a stark contrast to the elation in Nell's corner, the Vixen can be heard shouting, "Stay down, Meg. Stay down… It's over." But the referee’s count continues, as Meg tries to defy the odds… "Three...four..." Meg grits her teeth, a low growl escaping her throat. She wills her legs to obey, but they buckle under her, and she falls down to her knees repeatedly. "Eight..." She desperately searches for something to hold on to, but her hands clutch at empty air, the canvas rushing up to meet her as she collapses with a groan of frustration! "Nine...Ten!” It's OVER!

Official Result: Nell Tiger Free defeats Meg Donnelly via KO5!

AFTER:
Tears of frustration well up in Meg's eyes as the realization of defeat hits her, whereas the initial rush of victory fades for Nell, replaced by a mix of relief and genuine concern. While a win is a win, this wasn't a rivalry fueled by animosity.

As the medics finish their assessment of Meg, ensuring she has no serious injuries, Nell crosses the ring, ignoring her celebrating corner. Meg, slumped on her stool, looks up with surprise. There's a flicker of vulnerability beneath the usual defiance. Her team, a tight-knit group of trainers, murmur around her, but they part silently when Nell comes into view.

"You okay?" Nell asks, her voice a mix of genuine concern and admiration. "That was one hell of a fight."

Meg blinks, momentarily thrown by the unexpected kindness. Then, a wry smile tugs at the corner of her bruised lips. "Guess I got a little overeager," she admits, her voice hoarse. "You surprised me. Got a mean right cross in you."

Nell laughs softly. "Thanks. You definitely kept me on my toes. We should do this again sometime."

At Nell's words, Meg's eyes light up. "You bet," she replies, her voice regaining some of its usual energy. "Next time, though, I'll be ready."

Nell holds out a hand. Meg, after a moment of hesitation, takes it. Their handshake is firm, a silent promise of future battles to come. As Nell turns back to her corner, now cheering both fighters instead of one, a smile spreads across her face. This win was sweet, but the knowledge that she'd gained a true rival is even sweeter.