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29 May 2024 Nicola Cavanis vs Caroline Austin

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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by caspian on 28 May 2024 at 11:02 pm

CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

CBAD: Nicola Cavanis vs. Caroline Austin

Nicola:
(25, 5’9, 15:14 FCBA, Revolution Boxing)

Caroline:
(32, 5’10, 3:6 FCBA, Glamor Boxing Academy)

BEFORE:
Tonight, the VIX Headquarters & Gym in downtown LA buzzes with an unusual energy. This isn't the grand stage of the Staples Center; instead, the converted warehouse space has a raw, almost intimate feel. Camera crews jostle for space amidst the boxing equipment and posters of past champions.

Nicola Cavanis, a relative newcomer to the FCBA but already a veteran of the Revolution Boxing stable, steps onto the makeshift stage with quiet confidence. She wears a simple black tracksuit, her long legs and sculpted arms hinting at the athleticism beneath the casual attire. Her eyes, a piercing blue that matches her outfit's accents, scan the room with practiced calm.

But her composure wavers for a fraction of a second as she catches sight of a familiar figure seated in the front row. Nina Agdal, the VIX star and former Lightweight champion, known for her icy demeanor and killer instinct, glares back. A smirk twists the Danish girl’s lips, a silent challenge to her mere presence on VIX territory.

But the MC's voice booms through the gym, cutting the tension. "Welcome to this special exhibition match press conference! First up, representing Revolution Boxing, Miss Nicola Cavanis!"

A polite applause erupts, but it's quickly drowned out by a chorus of boos and heckles from the back of the room. "Go home, copycat!" a random voice shouts, followed by a derisive laugh. Miss Agdal no doubt has been hard at work tonight, having planted her lackeys in the crowd. Nicola's cheeks flush, but she quickly regains her composure. She knows the taunts are coming. After all, she's the one who has fueled the rumors, playing up her resemblance to Nina in social media posts, hinting at the inevitable clash.

The MC turns his attention to the second fighter. "And her opponent, hailing from the Glamor Boxing Academy, Caroline Austin!"

Austin strides onto the stage, her confidence radiating outwards. Her outfit, a bright pink tracksuit with sparkling accents, is a statement in itself – a reminder that she's here to bring a touch of glamor to the gritty world of boxing. Her smile is dazzling, her eyes scanning the crowd with an eagerness that borders on arrogance.

A reporter's question cuts through the air. "Nicola, there's been a lot of talk about your resemblance to Miss Agdal. After repeated showings on VIX cards, do you see yourself as a potential replacement for her in the VIXENs stable?"

Nicola's smile widens, a touch of slyness in it. "I think it's flattering that people see a resemblance," she says, her voice smooth and calculated. "But I'm my own fighter, with my own style and goals. I'm not here to replace anyone, just to prove that I belong in this ring."

The answer, carefully crafted to be both humble and provocative, is like a match to gasoline. Nina, from her seat in the front row, lets out a derisive snort. "You'll never be good enough," she mutters, loud enough for the microphones to pick up.

Caroline, sensing an opportunity to steal the spotlight, leans forward, her smile widening. "Ladies, ladies," she purrs, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Let's not forget that there's a third fighter in the mix here. I might not have the social media following or the history with Nina, but I've got the skills and the hunger to win. Don't underestimate me just because I like a little sparkle on my gloves."

Another reporter speaks up, completely ignoring Austin’s remarks in the search for the juicier scope. "Nicola, have you been training differently for this fight, knowing that Nina will be watching?"

Nicola pauses for a beat, her eyes flickering towards Nina for a split second. "Every fight is a chance to learn and grow," she replies, her voice carefully neutral. "I'm always striving to improve, and I'm sure Nina's feedback, however...biased...it might be, will be valuable."

Nina scoffs audibly, her arms crossed over her chest. "Feedback? b*tch, I'll give you some feedback right now – you're nothing but a pale imitation. A wannabe who's riding on my coattails."

The crowd gasps, the tension escalating with each barbed comment. Nicola's smile tightens, but she doesn't respond directly. Instead, she turns to Caroline, her voice taking on a more playful tone. "Looks like we're both fighting for more than the spotlight tonight, Caroline.’

Caroline meets her gaze, a spark of mutual understanding igniting between them. "You said it," she replies, her voice firm, a note of displeasure on her voice. “Though I’m gonna be focused on knocking you out too. You can bet on it.”

Up next are the weigh-ins, and Nicola gracefully steps onto the platform. She removes her black tracksuit, revealing a form-fitting sports bra and shorts in the same deep blue as the Revolution Boxing logo. The crowd murmurs appreciatively as the scale flashes her weight: 125 pounds. She's lean, but every muscle is defined, a testament to her rigorous training

Next, a wave of cheers and whistles greets Caroline as she confidently strides onto the stage. With a theatrical flourish, she sheds her pink tracksuit, revealing a dazzling silver sports bra and shorts adorned with sparkling rhinestones. Her physique is athletic, with lean muscles that speak of a dedication to fitness. The scale reveals her weight: 124.5 pounds, a half-pound lighter than her opponent.

The moment of truth arrives – the staredown. The two women approach each other, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. Caroline, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, extends her hand first. "Good luck out there, Nicky," she says, emphasizing the nickname with a playful lilt. "May the best woman win."

Nicola, surprised by the unexpected friendliness, hesitates for a moment before accepting the handshake. "Same to you," she replies, a hint of a smile touching her lips.

The cameras flash, capturing the moment of forced camaraderie before the storm. The fighters turn towards the crowd, each striking a pose. Nicola has her fists clenched, her eyes locked on some distant point. Caroline, on the other hand, plays to the cameras, her smile wide, her pose exuding confidence and a hint of playful arrogance.

The women separate, their eyes still locked in a silent challenge. They return to their respective corners, and the stage is set for a tension-packed battle in the coming hours!

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for a fight?"

The lights dim, plunging the VIX gym into a hushed anticipation. A spotlight pierces the darkness, illuminating a path towards the ring where a lone microphone stands, waiting. The MC's voice, amplified by the arena's speakers, booms through the silence.

In the front row, a figure cloaked in shadow watches the proceedings with a cold intensity. Nina Agdal, her arms crossed over her chest, her face a mask of barely contained rage, exudes an aura of menace that sends a shiver down the spines of those around her.

The referee gets the nod from both corners, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Lightweight action!

ROUND 1:
The opening bell jolts both fighters into action, and it's Nicola who seizes the initiative. Her years of experience shine through as she dances around the ring. Caroline, eager to impress, throws a series of wild hooks, but she effortlessly evades them, her footwork clean and poised. Then, her counterattacks are swift and precise. A jab snaps out, catching Caroline on the cheekbone with a sharp crack. The brunette fighter winces but retaliates with a right cross that barely grazes Nicola on the chin. Seconds later, Nicola keeps the pressure up, unleashing more punches aiming to wear down Caroline's defenses. A left hook to the body forces a grunt from the taller fighter after she fell for an early feint, which is followed by a right cross that snaps her head back with a whompph! Caroline tries to rally, suddenly throwing a series of wild haymakers towards the head, but Nicola is too quick, too elusive. She slips under one of the punches then counters with a lightning-fast jab that lands squarely on the nose, drawing another gasp from the Aussie beaut. The round continues in this vein, with Nicola dictating the pace, her punches finding their mark with increasing frequency, yet Caroline, though clearly outmatched in terms of technique, fights with a stubborn determination, her raw power a constant threat. At the sound of the bell, both fighters return to their corners, breathing hard. Caroline's face is flushed, her nose already starting to swell. Nicola, though breathing hard, looks relatively unscathed. The judges' verdict is unanimous: it’s a clear, decisive victory for Cavanis. The newcomer has made a statement, silencing the doubters and proving that she's not just another pretty face. Yet, from the front row, Nina Agdal watches the scene unfold with a scowl etched onto her face. She sees the determination in the wannabe’s eyes, the German model’s hunger for victory, and a flicker of fear ignites in her own gut.

ROUND 2:
A shift in strategy here as Caroline, stung by the previous round's dominance, abandons her initial cautious approach and embraces her own brawling instincts. She’s got the size and power to back it up, and the crowd, eager for a more explosive exchange, roars its approval as she charges forward, her punches a whirlwind of fury. Nicola, caught off guard by this sudden aggression, is forced to retreat. She tries to maintain her defensive stance, but the wild punches keep coming from all directions, and some find their mark: a right hook grazes the side of her jawline, sending a jolt of pain through her skull. Another left cross dips low and lands squarely on her ribs, forcing a grunt of surprise. Despite the onslaught, Nicola refuses to back down. She retaliates with a series of sharp jabs, trying to disrupt Caroline's rhythm. But the taller fighter is like a force of nature, her momentum unstoppable, running on pure adrenaline. Soon, she corners her fellow model against the ropes, her punches raining in like a relentless tattoo against the younger woman's guard. The fight has transformed into a brutal spectacle of Cavanis getting pounded out and in early danger of going down, and from the front row, that’s EXACTLY what Agdal wants to see, a growing smirk on her face as she sees the frustration mounting in her prospective replacement’s eyes, the cracks appearing in her once-impenetrable facade. "That's it, Caroline!" Nina shouts, her voice cutting through the din. "Give her a good thrashing!" The unexpected cheer from her rival throws both fighters off balance. Nicola's eyes narrow, her anger fueling a desperate counterattack, while Caroline, momentarily distracted, leaves an opening that she exploits with a quick jab to her assailant’s face. But it's too little, too late. The bell rings, signaling the end of a round dominated by one girl’s raw power and aggression. Nicola, though bruised but not broken, can only watch in frustration as her rival seems to revel in her temporary setback. The fight is far from over, but the psychological battle has taken a dramatic turn.

ROUND 3:
Both fighters abandon any pretense of finesse, driven by a shared fury and a desperate need to assert their dominance. The center of the ring becomes a battleground, each woman determined to inflict pain and break the other's spirit. The sound of leather on flesh fills the air, a relentless rhythm of thuds and grunts. Hooks, uppercuts, and jabs – all aimed at the midsection, strangely enough, the most vulnerable target when the other girl’s defenses are high. Caroline's punches land with a sickening WHUMP, each impact echoing the raw power behind them. Nicola, though smaller, snarls and retaliates with a ferocity that surprises the crowd. Her blows are less about power, more about precision – targeting the soft flesh just below the ribs, aiming to sap Caroline's energy with each strike. The crowd roars with each exchange, caught up in the raw brutality of the spectacle. Sweat flies, staining the canvas a dark crimson. Both women's abs, still sculpted and taut, are taking a beating, as they each try to brace their tummies and weather the storm. The fight becomes a mutual dance of pain, a battle of attrition where every blow is a gamble, every gasp a potential sign of surrender. Yet, neither woman yields. Each punishing shot is met with a defiant snarl, a refusal to back down. Then, in the final minute, a subtle shift occurs. Caroline taps into a reserve of raw power -- her punches somehow become heavier, more relentless. She begins to DRIVE Nicola back towards the ropes, each crushing blow to the arms and body aimed at breaking down the younger fighter's defenses. Nicola, panic flashing in her eyes, and getting more and more winded and battered, struggles to keep up. Her counterattacks lose their precision, becoming desperate swings that miss their mark. Eventually, Caroline's relentless pressure wears her down, the younger fighter reduced to a defensive shell with her back against the ropes, her arms wrapped tightly around her abused torso as Caroline rams a final uppercut into her belly, literally folding her over the invasive glove with a PUHH. Cavanis’ eyes go wide, her mouth forced open, as she struggles to stay afloat, but thankfully, the bell rings moments after, a merciful end to a brutal round. Austin smirks as she turns back to her corner, though she’d no doubt have wanted to rock the German down to the canvas there and then. The decision is a close one, but the judges, swayed by one girl’s late dominance, award the round to the Aussie powerhouse. Just like that, the momentum has shifted once again, and the fight is far from over.

ROUND 4:
Both fighters emerge again from their corners, their bodies battered but their spirits unbroken. It's a battle for redemption now, a chance to seize back the momentum that has shifted so dramatically throughout the fight. Nicola has clearly adjusted her strategy. Gone is the elusive footwork of the first round. Now, she meets her opponent’s aggression head-on, her punches carrying a newfound power and precision. A right hook crashes into Caroline's ribs, followed by a left uppercut that lands squarely on the base of her jaw, snapping her head back and momentarily stunning the bigger model. Caroline, however, is not easily deterred. Stunned, she CONTINUES swinging on instinct, retaliating with a series of punishing body blows, her punches simply aimed low and banging away at various parts of Nicola's abdomen, forcing her to cover and back up. The fight becomes a grueling back-and-forth exchange, each woman refusing to yield. Nicola's agility allows her to slip under some of Caroline's wilder swings, while the Aussie girl’s sheer strength gives her an edge whenever they end up in a clinch, continuing to exchange blows that glance off their sides, both high and low. In the final minute, the intensity escalates. A sudden, right cross lands flush on the chin, causing Austin to stumble backwards, groaning. But before Nicola can swerve in to capitalize, Austin steadies herself and throws a series of hooks back that force the German to cover up or get KO’ed. Thankfully, Cavanis absorbs them just in time with her raised arm, though she’s grunting and shouting as each swing pummels her guard and threatens to knock her off her feet. The bell rings soon after, leaving both women exhausted, their bodies bearing the marks of their relentless battle. The judges' faces are grim as they confer, the decision clearly a difficult one. In the end, they award the round to Nicola, acknowledging her ability to adapt and counter. Now, the fight is on a knife's edge, each woman with two rounds to her name.

ROUND 5:
Here comes Miss Austin, surging forward, her golden attire shimmering under the lights. She's determined to finish this fight, to prove that her wins so far aren’t mere flukes. Her punches come fast and furious, hoping to overwhelm Nicola. And for the first minute, she dominates, a series of jabs and hooks crashing once more into the arms to force her fellow model into a defensive stance. The crowd roars in anticipation, sensing the end coming soon. But while Nicola grits her teeth, she isn't giving up, weathering the storm, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she searches for an opening. Then, with a burst of speed, she ducks under a wild swing, before her right fist, a blur of black leather, slams clean into the bigger girl’s stomach, just above the navel. There’s a sickening CRUNCH of leather folded into muscle, and Caroline's breath explodes from her lungs in a pained gasp, her body momentarily folding inwards. The German girl quickly resets and DRIVES another hook into the very same spot, packing power with her twisted hips, and then twisted knuckles that barrow cruelly into the soft flesh around Austin’s belly button. In the aftermath, Caroline stumbles backwards, her eyes wide with surprise and pain, on the verge of going down, but still having to deal with more wicked swings from Cavanis, who alternates between blasts across her face and more blows that pound into her body, her gloves digging deeper and deeper into Caroline's faltering abdomen. "Remember to go down, Caz?" Nicola snarls, holding Austin close, her voice a guttural growl in her shuddering ear. From the brief respite, Caroline tries to fight back, shove her off, but her punches lack their earlier power. She's clearly winded, her legs wobbling as she tries to maintain her balance. But a final, brutal uppercut to the solar plexus seals her fate. Finally, the taller woman CRUMPLES to the canvas, her body a broken doll. Immediately, the crowd erupts, a deafening roar that shakes the very foundation of the VIX gym! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Nicola Cavanis!!

The referee dives in, his arm raised as he begins the count. "One... Two... Three..." But Caroline lies prone, her eyes glazed over, her breathing shallow near the ropes. "Seven... Eight…” Austin barely has one hand clutched on the lower rope, the rest of her body still badly aching! Nine... Ten!" It’s OVER! The referee is waving his arms in the air!

Official Result: Nicola Cavanis defeats Caroline Austin via KO5!

AFTER:
Nicola, battered but victorious, stands over her fallen opponent, her chest heaving. It's a hard-fought win, a testament to her resilience and determination. But as she looks down at Caroline, a flicker of doubt clouds her eyes. The fight was brutal, ugly, and far from the clean victory she had hoped for.

Meanwhile, her corner erupts in celebration, as she stumbles back to them, her arms raised in tired victory, her bruised face alight with a hard-won smile. The crowd is split – some booing, others cheering – but tonight, their opinions are a distant buzz in her ears. She did it. She silenced the doubters, she overcame the odds, and she proved she belonged in the ring.

But her moment of triumph is short-lived.

A shadow falls over the ring, a chill that has nothing to do with the arena's air conditioning. Nina Agdal, her face a mask of fury, suddenly is spotted storming through the ropes, a predator on the prowl! The crowd gasps, their attention snapping away from the victor…

Before anyone can react, the Danish model lunges at Cavanis from behind. Her target is clear: Nicola, still reveling in the afterglow of victory. But Nicola, her instincts honed by years of fighting, isn't caught off guard…

Seeing her coming, she sidesteps with a practiced move, her gloved hand snaking out to deflect Nina's punch mid-swing. The momentum of the attack throws the Vixen off balance, her body twisting awkwardly as she stumbles! Then, a feral growl rips BOTH their throats. This rivalry has gone on LONG enough, as far as they’re both concerned!

The brawl explodes! Gloves fly, fists connect with bone and muscle. This isn't a boxing match anymore; it's a wild melee, a vicious display of unfiltered aggression. Nicola, still pulsing with adrenaline and a long-simmering resentment, retaliates with a right hook that snaps Nina's head back.

The two women become a blur of tangled limbs and flailing fists. Nina, despite her smaller stature, fights with a ferocity born of desperation. She claws at Nicola's face and hair, her nails leaving bloody trails across her cheeks, while Nicola, her own eyes blazing, retaliates with brutal body shots, her fists pummeling her assailant’s midsection.

Despite the pain, Nina seizes Nicola’s hair in a bruising grip, yanking her head back with a vicious tug. A cry of pain escapes the German girl’s lips, her vision blurring momentarily, and the older woman uses the leverage to propel her backwards, her body slamming against the ropes with a sickening thud.

Pinned against the unforgiving canvas, Nicola suddenly becomes the target! Agdal rushes in and UNLEASHES on the already battered starlet, raining blows high and low, and particularly bashing away at the tender flesh of Cavanis’ waistline. "You think you can take my place, you little b*tch?" Nina snarls in her face.

Her words are punctuated by the sickening thump of each punch. Nicola's body wilts and shudders with every impact, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. Her arms, once a source of strength, now grip Nina’s limply, unable to offer any defense besides a weak push and shove.

But Nicola, battered but not broken, feels a surge of defiance rising within her. This isn't how her VIXENs debut is supposed to end, humiliated and pinned against the ropes by a woman she's already defeated. A spark of anger ignites in her eyes, replacing the pain and fear. With a guttural cry, she gathers every ounce of her remaining strength and throws her head forward, slamming it into Nina's nose! OUFF! The impact is sharp, a sickening crack that echoes through the stunned arena.

Nina staggers backwards, her hands flying to her face, a dark crimson stain blossoming between her fingers. The unexpected retaliation throws her off balance, momentarily breaking her hold. With a fierce cry, Cavanis steps forward and lets a powerful backhand FLY across the Vixen’s jaw! The sound is like a whip crack, as Nina's eyes widen in shock as her head snaps to the side.

In the chaos of the fall, their bodies become entangled. Instinct takes over, a desperate struggle for dominance erupting amidst the tangle of limbs and ripped fabric. Nicola, fueled by a primal fury, grabs at Nina's dress, the expensive fabric tearing under her desperate grip.

Then, just as quickly as it began, it's over. The security team, frantically gathering reinforcements to react, swarms the ring and fighters, pulling them apart and using their bodies to form a human barrier between both women. The brawl is extinguished, but the damage is done.

It's been a chaotic, ugly display, a far cry from the polished boxing match that preceded it. And some might say the fight is over, but the war is far from finished. The seeds of a bitter rivalry have already been sown, in the matches done and to come…