Yixin Chen vs. Jia En Tiong (BBU Debut)

(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)

Yixin:
(24, 5’7, 1:0 BBU, Free Agent)

Jia En:
(28, 5’7, BBU Debut, Free Agent)

BEFORE:

The lights bathe the earlier press conference stage in a harsh glare. To the left sits Yixin Chen, the rising Singaporean actress and model, a polished smile on her face and a steely determination in her eyes. She's chosen a black blazer and tailored shorts, a touch of elegance amidst the usual athleisure. Her toned arms, visible beneath the sleeves, are a subtle reminder of her hidden strength.

Across from her, Jia En Tiong, the established fitness influencer, projects a different presence. She's opted for a bright green sports tank and leggings, emphasizing her sculpted physique. She leans back with casual confidence, a faint sheen of sweat marking her brow – a deliberate reminder that this isn't just a photo op for her.

"Jia En, this is your BBU debut. How do you feel about taking on a more experienced opponent like Yixin?"

Jia En smirks. "Experience? Is that what she’s been telling you? Hasn’t dear Xixi only had two fights under her belt?” she emphasizes her opponent’s nickname with a playful lilt. "I've spent years training in the fitness circles, and while I respect you, this fight boils down to pure athleticism. Let's just say, I'm here to prove that beauty isn't the only thing that packs a knockout punch."

The room crackles with unease, several cameras swiveling towards Yixin. Her smile remains, but her eyes glint with a colder fire.

"Intriguing perspective, En En," Yixin counters smoothly, echoing her own choice of a nickname. "Let's not forget, this "pretty face" also packs a mean right hook. Looks like someone's underestimating their opponent."

Yixin leans back, deliberately mirroring Jia En's posture. The moderator jumps in, trying to smooth things over. "Bold statements from both sides! Yixin, what's your response to Jia En's thoughts on experience?"

"Experience matters, but so does heart. I may be new to the ring, but I'm hungry to make a name for myself." Yixin's voice hardens. "And En En, when I step into that ring, you'll discover what a "pretty face" fueled by determination can really do."

The words hang heavy in the silence. Yixin locks eyes with Jia En, and for a moment, the room fades away. It's a silent battle of wills beneath the playful digs, a promise of the fireworks to come.

"We'll see about that, Xixi," Jia En finally breaks the stare, a steely glint in her eyes. "Come fight night, all the chatter won't mean a thing."

A hush descends over the room as the moderator announces, "It's time for the weigh-ins!”

Jia En stands, a flicker of confidence crossing her face as she shrugs off the green tank, revealing a matching sports bra with a sleek, almost geometric cut. With a practiced ease, she steps onto the antique scale. The numbers flash – right on the cusp of the Bantamweight limit. Every ounce of muscle counts.

Yixin is next, her movements sharper as she removes her blazer, revealing a stark black sports bra emphasizing her lean frame. As she steps on the scale, a ripple of surprise crosses the room. Despite being slightly shorter, she clocks in a few kilos lower than her opponent.

The moment of truth arrives – the staredown. Both women, now clad only in sports bras and shorts, walk toward the designated spot with the deliberate steps of predators. Jia En's physique exudes sheer power. Shoulders are broad, thighs thick with muscle, and her biceps are subtly defined. Yixin, by contrast, presents a leaner, wirier strength. Her core is whipcord tight, her arms sculpted but not bulky.

They stand inches apart, the height difference subtly emphasizing their contrasting physiques. Jia En towers slightly, her eyes level with Yixin's. Her hands raise, fists loose at first, then clenching as she stares directly into her fellow Singaporean’s eyes. But Yixin doesn't flinch. She squares her shoulders, bringing her own fists up – not to her chin, but lower, level with her waist. It's a gesture of defiance, then, in a move that shocks the room, she leans forward, her knuckles gently prodding Jia En's tightly sculpted midsection.

"Don't you dare underestimate me, En En," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the click of cameras. "This pretty face is going to ruin those abs."

Jia En remains perfectly still, the faintest flicker of a smile playing on her lips. With a sudden, fluid motion, she brings one fist up, not to strike, but to gently press against Yixin's own chin, deliberately pushing her foe’s head upwards to meet her own gaze. "We'll see if your knockout punch can reach this high."

A day later, the atmosphere inside the arena crackles with a mix of nervous excitement and bloodlust. The ring, bathed in harsh white light, stands in stark contrast to the dimly lit crowd; it's the stage, the focus of every eye.

Jia En's cornermen swarm around her, their touch efficient rather than comforting. One adjusts the strapping on her gloves, another offers a final, tactical pep talk, while a third checks the tightly-wrapped braid securing her hair. She's all business beneath the bright green shorts and matching sports bra, a defiant pop of color amidst the stark utilitarianism of the fight world.

Across the ring, Yixin undergoes a slightly different ritual. Her team exudes a more nervous energy, caught between their star's newfound passion and a lingering anxiety. Her black shorts and sports bra are simple, almost minimalistic, allowing her focus to shine brighter than any flashy attire could.

HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!

ROUND 1:

The bell's echo fades, replaced by a hungry roar from the crowd. Jia En surges from her corner, all controlled aggression. She immediately establishes dominance in the center of the ring, her punches heavy and deliberate. Yixin, visibly taken aback by the pace and intensity, is forced to fight on the back foot. The newcomer’s power is undeniable. She’s trained and honed those muscles for more years now, and each jab that lands echoes with a heavy thud, and she drives Yixin toward the ropes with surprising efficiency. But amidst the onslaught, Yixin's own footwork shines. The younger girl slips and weaves, avoiding the full brunt of the attack. There's a flicker of calculation in her eyes as she begins to gauge her opponent's timing. Mid-round, she changes tactics. Instead of pure evasion, she starts to counter with quick, stinging jabs. They don't carry the same raw power as Jia En's blows, but they land with precision, targeting the older fighter's cheeks and sides. Momentarily disoriented by this shift, Tiong’s relentless advance slows. When the bell rings, the round is a surprisingly close one. Both women slump against the ropes momentarily, breathing hard. Jia En's cornermen shout instructions, their voices a mix of encouragement and a hint of concern. Yixin's smile is tight, a spark of confidence replacing the hesitation of the round's opening moments. It's clear that Jia En is a force to be reckoned with. Her power is undeniable, and her physicality has the potential to overwhelm.


ROUND 2:

Yixin, energized by surviving the first round's onslaught, comes out quicker on her feet. Her agility becomes a blur, peppering Jia En with a flurry of jabs and crosses. Frustration clouds the latter’s  face as she struggles to land a clean shot. Her aggression, a double-edged sword, leaves her openings for Yixin to eagerly exploit. The crowd erupts as a crisp right hook snaps Jia En's head back -- it's a glancing blow, but it carries a symbolic weight. The rookie might be the clear physical favorite, but she’s being outboxed. However, the celebration is short-lived. Jia En throws caution to the wind, suddenly wading forward, her punches wild but heavy. While Yixin evades most, one powerful right swing catches her flush on the temple, sending a jolt through her body and a momentary flicker of pain in her eyes. Then, the tide turns. Jia En seizes on this vulnerability, unleashing a relentless barrage of hooks and uppercuts. Yixin is forced back on the defensive, utilizing all her agility to stay in the fight. But the difference in power is undeniable. With every blocked blow, she feels the sting in her forearms, a dull ache creeping into her ribs, as her entire frame jerks and jolts for respite. Just as the bell's about to ring, however, Yixin lands a surprising glancing uppercut to the jaw. It's enough to stagger Tiong, forcing her to stumble back in surprise. As the bell rings, both fighters pass each other to return to their corners, and the exhaustion on their face melts away momentarily, replaced by a fierce defiance. "Not bad for a pretty face," Jia En gasps, a grudging admiration in her voice. Yixin flashes her foe back a cocky grin. "And you hit like a truck, En En," she retorts. "But can you keep up with this?"


ROUND 3:

Yixin, mindful of Jia En's raw power, keeps her distance. She dances around the ring, peppering her opponent with quick, precise jabs. Each one lands with a sharp crack, a testament to her accuracy. Tiong, visibly frustrated by her inability to close the gap, grows increasingly agitated, and the crowd roars its approval as Yixin's speed and footwork keep her in control. The fight continues like this – a tense dance of pursuit and evasion – for the first half of the round. Yet, Jia En's raw power is a constant threat, and Yixin's strategy of attrition begins to wear on her stamina. Just when it seems she has the upper hand, the newcomer seizes a chance to enforce her strength. With a sudden burst of speed, she closes in, forcing Yixin to back away rapidly towards the ropes. Seeing the trap, Yixin tries to weave away, but Jia En's reach is too long. Suddenly, she's cornered! Jia En unleashes, her fists become hammers, pounding away at Yixin's raised guard. The force of each blow resonates throughout the arena, but also through her withering frame. But Jia En's focus isn't on her face – it's her body. Jab after jab, hook after hook, the taller girl targets her cornered foe’s midsection with a methodical brutality. Ignoring the blows that glance off her gloves, Jia En concentrates on exploiting the openings beneath her guard. A short left hook connects with a sickening thud, landing squarely on Yixin's floating ribs. Yixin's breath hitched, her face contorting in momentary pain. Sensing weakness, Jia En follows up with a brutal left-right combo that digs into her unprotected solar plexus, each impact stealing the air from her lungs and forcing a guttural cough, as her body is doubled over involuntarily. But Jia En ain’t done yet. Knees pumping, she continues to WAIL away with a flurry of punches, each one aimed to exploit the chink in Yixin's armor. Yixin, overwhelmed by the sudden shift in momentum, can only raise her arms in a desperate attempt to block the onslaught and hope the bell will soon ring. She elicits grunts from each glove packed into her flesh, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Despite her best efforts to block, she can feel her energy depleting, her defenses weakening with every blow. But better to stay alive this round than risk opening up her jawline for a possible KO-ending hook. The bell rings, and Tiong steps back, looking incredibly satisfied with her performance this round. Meanwhile, Yixin has to use the ropes to keep herself afloat, taking longer to recover her breath before stumbling back to her corner, gasping for air, a throbbing ache radiating through her midsection. Jia En has just landed a serious blow this round – both physically and psychologically.


ROUND 4:

The round begins like a storm, with Jia En surging from her corner the moment the bell sounds. Yixin, still reeling from the previous round's brutal rib shots, can barely muster the energy to keep her guard up, which the rookie exploits ruthlessly. She charges forward, forcing Yixin to retreat, and for the first half of the round, the fight resembles a hunt. Yixin, the wounded prey, scrambles backwards, and a flicker of despair crosses her face, as Jia En herds her with a constant stream of jabs, like a wolf corralling a stray. With brutal efficiency, she forces the actress toward a corner, cutting off any chance of flight. Trapped again, Yixin's only option is to cover up, her elbows tucked tight to protect her aching ribs. Jia En begins to unleash her heavier attacks, with practiced hooks and jabs hammering away at her wilting foe, and a few slip through Yixin's growing, exhausted defenses. But it's the uppercuts that do the most damage. Capitalizing on her height advantage, Jia En abandons any pretense of clean boxing. These are brawling punches now, short and savage, aimed squarely at Yixin's midsection. Each impact loops under her arms and jolts against the toned flesh of her torso, slowly but surely eroding her already wavering will. Every punch feels like a sledgehammer against Yixin's ribs, stealing her breath and turning her legs to lead. The once agile fighter is reduced to a desperate shell, clinging to the fading hope of lasting the round. With a snarl, Jia En wrapped a powerful arm around Yixin's torso, effectively trapping her. One hand dug deep under her armpit, while the other, in a lightning-fast move, snaked around her back, grabbing her wrist and effectively immobilizing her in place. 


Yixin’s eyes flash with panic, realizing she’s a fly caught in a spider's web, her struggles a pathetic dance against the taller girl’s crushing hold. Meanwhile, a cruel amusement twists Jia En's lips. "Looks like the wind's gone out of your sails, Sparkle," she sneers, her voice laced with venom. Then came the punishment. Powerful forearms plow into Yixin's abdomen, followed by the leather of her gloves sinking into the sculpted valley of her stomach. Yixin's breath leaves her in ragged gasps as her body instinctively tries to protect itself. Years of training had etched an iron control into her core – it’s taut and toned, but not rock-hard, the force of the blows rattling her ribs. Her instincts scream for her to double over, yet every time she tries, Tiong’s merciless clinch holds her in place. Jia En targets specific areas with surgical precision: vicious hooks dig into toned abs, jolts of pain flashing through her core. But it’s the blows lower, aimed at the softer flesh between her ribs, that draw the most agonizing responses. Chen’s stomach clenches and trembles with each impact, forced to absorb the full brunt of Jia En's raw power. And right before the referee can end the round, Jia En pulls her battered foe closer, their bodies a twisted tangle. Her breath, hot and ragged, ghosts over her ear as she taunts, "Remember those big words at the press conference, Sparkle? Threatening to break these abs?" Yixin tries to reply, but her body is still paralyzed in Jia En’s grip. Her fingers dig into Yixin’s back, and a twisted smile touches her lips. "Didn't think they'd be quite so soft, did ya?"

Then, as if to emphasize her point, Jia En unleashes a final, devastating uppercut. It explodes upward from her core, a corkscrew motion that channels the full force of her legs, hips, and torso into a single, brutal impact. The blow lands just below Yixin's ribcage, driving the breath from her lungs in a strangled gasp. Her eyes widen in shock, and her body convulses as if struck by a bolt of lightning. The pain is unlike anything she'd ever experienced, a white-hot fire that radiated outwards, momentarily paralyzing her. Jia En, with a cruel satisfaction, holds her suspended for a half-heartbeat before releasing her clinch, allowing Yixin to crumple to the mat, her back hitting the canvas with a sickening thud. Every muscle in her abdomen feels like it was on fire, and a wave of nausea threatens to engulf her. She lies there, gasping for air, as the world spun dizzily around her, and it feels like an eternity before she can even contemplate pushing herself back up. Striding back to her corner, Jia En gave her battered foe a cocky nod, before roaring, “That’s what happens when you mess with me!”

ROUND 5:

This time, Yixin throws caution to the wind, surging forward with a wild roar, and the first few blows catch Jia En off guard – a looping right hook that snaps her head back and a left cross that splits her eyebrow with a grunt. Tiong stumbles back, momentarily surprised by the sudden shift in power, her own punches flying back and wild, and not landing. Yet, Yixin doesn't relent, continuing to hammer punches in in rapid succession, a whirlwind of fists aimed squarely at Jia En's toned midsection. Sensing trouble, the rookie tries to retreat, but Yixin cuts her off with a sharp pivot, driving her back against the ropes this time. Trapped, Jia En raises her guard in a desperate attempt to block the onslaught. But Yixin fights with the fury of a cornered tigress, her blows now becoming a relentless tattoo against Jia En's arms and torso. Short, brutal hooks land, each folding into the sculpted valley of Jia En's stomach. The impacts ripple outwards, a wave of pain that steals the air from the taller girl’s airways. Some punches smack off the hard ridges of her abs, sending jolts of pain radiating through her core. Others dig lower, targeting the softer flesh between her ribs, eliciting choked gasps and a grimace contorting her face. With each blow, Jia En's once dominant posture shrinks inwards. Her powerful legs, once a weapon, are now rooted to the spot, absorbing the punishment. Sweat beads on her forehead, mingling with the blood trickling down her eyebrow. There’s desperate hope in Chen’s eyes, as she ignores the counter shots landing off her sides, and pours everything she has into this assault. This time, when the bell rings, Jia En is the one who slumps against the ropes, her chest heaving, but instead of retreating, Yixin surges forward, closing the remaining distance, leaning in, and clinching up with her by locking her arms around her powerful, pulsing frame. Her voice, a low snarl, carries only for Jia En to hear. "Thought you were the fitter one, En En?" she rasps, and punctuates the taunt with a final, brutal twist of her fist, grinding her leather-clad glove into the center of Jia En's navel. "Maybe those abs aren't all they're cracked up to be."  For a horrifying moment, Jia En could only see stars, her vision swimming as her body shudders with a fresh wave of nausea. The younger girl’s taunt echoes in her head, a mocking whisper that chips away at the last vestiges of her bravado. Then, as abruptly as it began, the clinch breaks. Yixin stumbles back to her own corner, her own exhaustion finally catching up to her. But the referee has shoved them apart, his voice a stern command to return to their corners. As they retreat, Jia En, however, moves like a woman in a daze, her hand instinctively hovering over her abused midsection.


ROUND 6:

Jia En bursts from her corner, fueled by shame, rage, and a primal need to reclaim her dominance. There is no strategy, not anymore. This is instinct, a wounded animal striking back blindly. Her punches fly wild and heavy, a stark contrast to the practiced aggression of earlier rounds. Some find their mark, landing jarring impacts on Yixin's bruised face and aching ribs. Yet, even as Yixin retreats, she does so with calculated purpose. She's looking for an opening, a chance amidst the chaos. And in a flash, she sees it. Jia En, fuelled by fury, has left herself exposed. Her chin is high, her guard loose, a brawler's reckless abandon. With a burst of strength, she plants her feet and launches a counterattack. A vicious right uppercut explodes from beneath, a blow that carries the weight of all she's endured. It connects with a sickening CRACK, echoing through the arena. Jia En's head snaps back violently, her eyes widening in shock. Time seems to slow! The crowd gasps collectively, their roar morphing into a horrified hush. But Yixin isn't done. With the feral energy of someone pushed too far, she surges forward, raining a relentless barrage of hooks upon Jia En's slumped figure. Each punch thuds against cheek and jaw, a desperate attempt to finally silence the once-booming voice. The tide had turned, a cruel reversal of fortune mirroring the fighters' positions in the ring. Now, it’s Yixin who presses the attack, a caged tiger finally finding an escape route. Jia En slumps and struggles against the unforgiving ropes, as Yixin mirrors her earlier move with chilling accuracy. One powerful arm wraps itself around her lean torso, effectively pinning her. Then, Yixin snakes an arm deep under Jia En's, exploiting their size difference to her advantage, then reaches around her back, grabbing her wrist. 


A feral snarl rips from Yixin's lips. "Let's see how those iron abs hold up now, En En," she spits, each word laced with venom. Then comes the payback. Fists piston inwards, each blow landing with a satisfying THUD against Jia En's relatively unblemished torso. The sculpted valleys of her abs, once a symbol of power, now tremble and shudder as each blow lands. Vicious hooks dig into her abs, jolts of pain flashing through her core. Unlike Yixin's earlier experience, Jia En's form holds stronger, her years of training keeping her upright despite the assault, but the impacts are undeniable. The force rattles her insides, each blow driving the breath from her lungs in a ragged OOF. She’s a wounded animal, thrashing against Yixin's grip, twisting and jerking her body, desperate to break free. A flash of panic crosses her eyes, but Yixin anticipates her moves, and ruthlessly counters with vicious upwards punches, punctuated by guttural snarls, snapping her head back. Another uppercut follows, and then another, before Chen’s leather-clad fingers again curls into a brutal tool, slamming into the tight and compact muscle of Jia En's abdomen, sinking in deep with a wet SCHLICK. This time, Yixin presses in hard, ruthlessly digging in to find purchase, as if she could physically tear that sculpted perfection apart. Pain explodes through Jia En like a shockwave. The sensation is unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Leaning in close, Yixin kept her glove dug into Jia En's navel, twisting it with a sickening GRIND. A primal scream rips from Jia En's throat, a sound devoid of defiance, replaced by pure, abject pain, as Yixin uses the leverage to double her over, bending her once proud posture into a humiliating curve over her fist. "Guess those abs weren't all they were cracked up to be, huh?" she whispered, her voice a venomous hiss. ANOTHER short, snapping uppercut explodes square on Jia En's navel, the force doubling her over with a guttural gasp, and this time, sending her CRUMPLING to the canvas, heaving hard at Yixin’s feet! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Chen!  

The crowd explodes as Yixin raises her trembling arms in a ragged, defiant victory gesture. The referee, eyes narrowed in concern, dives in between the fighters and begins to barks a sharp count overhead. "One! Two!" Jia En's body twitches with a flicker of defiance. Her arm lifts weakly, but falls back to the mat with a dull thud. "Three! Four!" No response. Yixin circles the fallen fighter, her chest heaving with exertion. "Five! Six!" A single, choked cough escapes Jia En's lips, but it's not enough. Her eyelids flutter closed, her face a mask of pain and defeat. "Nine! Ten! It's all over folks!"

Official Result: Yixin Chen defeats Jia En Tiong via KO6!


AFTER:

The roar of the crowd is a distant thrum in Yixin's ears, a wave of sound that crashed around her but felt muffled, unreal. Then, with a swagger born of victory, she stalks across the ring, her eyes fixed on Jia En’s form: a broken statue sprawled against the ropes, who doesn’t even try to straighten as she approaches. Her once-formidable presence is reduced to a huddled figure against the ropes.

Yixin stops overhead, hovering above her defeated opponent. "Well, En En," Yixin's voice is cold, devoid of warmth. "What now? Still think you're the only one who can hit hard?"

Jia En doesn’t answer. The slump of her shoulders is a far cry from the woman who had strutted out at the start of the fight, all cocky confidence and barely restrained aggression. Then, Yixin leans down, her face inches from hers. "Guess I was wrong," Yixin continues, a  grin twisting her lips. "Those abs weren't rock hard at all. More like... playdough."

The taunt strikes home, and a flicker of defiance sparks back into Jia En's eyes. She jerks her head up, her chin jutting forward. "Not...over yet," she rasped, her voice a ragged whisper barely audible over the din. "Next time..."

Yixin’s smirk only grows wider. She reaches out, not with a hand of sympathy, but to snag a tangle of Jia En's sweat-soaked hair, giving it a sharp tug. "You look like hell, En En," she sneered. "Maybe time to get that pretty face out of the ring, huh?"

Jia En snarls, then immediately slaps her hand away, the impact sharp against her skin. "Don't... touch me," she spits, her voice rising above the crowd's roar. 

In the end, both ladies are escorted to their backstage areas, both having put in their all. Yixin’s prospects have definitely increased, whereas Jia En also shows much promise given her physicality.