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14 June 2024 Ariana Grande vs Lily Collins

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CALIFORNIA DREAMING THREE-WAY STABLE WAR. DAY 1

Posted by caspian on 14 June 2024 at 9:49 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

3. Ariana Grande vs. Lily Collins (FFC vs. VIX #1)

Ariana:
(30, 5’0, 9:28 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)

Lily:
(34, 5’5, 86:22 FCBA, VIXENs)

BEFORE:

VIXENs' Headquarters & Gym, Los Angeles

Back in the VIX Headquarters & Gym, two figures emerge from the shadows, their contrasting styles and personalities on full display.

Ariana Grande, the pint-sized powerhouse from the Femme Fight Club, struts onto the stage, exuding a vibrant energy that electrifies the crowd. She's dressed in a playful, two-piece outfit - a lavender sports bra and matching shorts that showcase her toned physique. Her hair, a cascade of long, dark waves, bounces with each step. A playful smirk is on her lips, but her eyes, a deep brown that seems to hold a universe of determination, are focused on her opponent.

Across the stage, Lily Collins, the seasoned VIXENs veteran, exudes a calm, collected demeanor. Her attire is simple but striking: a black sports bra and shorts that accentuate her lean, athletic figure. Her dark hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, her face a mask of stoic focus.

The MC's voice booms through the gym, his words cutting through the tension. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final match for today’s California Dreamin' event!”

The moderator begins, "Ariana, Lily, thank you for being here. Let's start with you, Ariana. You've had more losses than wins in your career, but you've shown remarkable resilience. How are you feeling about this fight against a former Flyweight and current AMD champion?"

"Thanks for having me," Ariana replies, her voice steady. "Look, I know my record isn't the best, but that's exactly why I'm here. I’ve been training hard, and I’m ready to prove the naysayers wrong. Lily's a tough opponent, no doubt about it. She's got the height, the reach, and the accolades, but I’ve got youth, agility, and a ton of heart. I'm here to outwork her and show that the Femme Fight Club means business."

Lily raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Oh, darling," she purrs, her voice laced with amusement. "You're not just a pretty face. You're also a tiny little thing. Good luck reaching my chin, shorty."

The crowd gasps, the tension in the room thickening. Ariana's eyes narrow, but she keeps her smile in place. "Don't you dare underestimate me, Lils," she says, her voice taking on a steely edge. "I might be small, but I'm a whirlwind. You won't know what hit you."

The verbal sparring continues. "Speed is my weapon, Lily. You may have the reach, but I'll be circling you all night, a gnat you can't swat away. By the time you land a hit, I'll be long gone, leaving you frustrated and exhausted."

Lily leans forward, her gaze unwavering. "Speed is one thing," she counters, her voice dropping to a low growl. "But power is another. You can dance around the ring all you want, but one good shot from me, and you'll be seeing stars."

A murmur ripples through the crowd. Ariana throws her head back and laughs, a sharp, defiant sound. "Maybe you're right, Lily. Maybe one good shot from you could take me down. But here's the thing: you gotta land it first. And with my footwork, you never will."

The crowd roars its approval, energized by Ariana's feisty spirit. Lily, however, remains unfazed. She steeples her fingers, a glint in her eyes. "We shall see about that, loser," she says, her voice laced with icy calm.

The press conference continues, the fighters taking turns answering questions about their strategies, their respect (or lack thereof), for their past bouts, and their predictions for the outcome. The MC, sensing the crowd's eagerness, shifts gears. "Alright, ladies, let's get down to business. It's time for the weigh-in!"

The lights dim once again, a spotlight illuminating the center of the stage where a gleaming silver scale awaits. A hush falls over the crowd as the fighters make their way to the stage, shedding their outer layers to reveal their fight attire. The crowd murmurs in excitement, sensing the tension between the two fighters, and the press conference concludes with both fighters facing off with intense stares.

Ariana, at 5’0", is petite but exudes an undeniable energy. Her small frame is toned and agile, her muscles defined and ready for action. Her high ponytail bounces with each step, and her dark eyes are filled with determination and fire. She wears a glittering Femme Fight Club jacket, the bright colors and sparkles reflecting her pop star persona. Despite her size, she stands with her shoulders squared and chin held high, radiating confidence.

Lily, on the other hand, towers over Ariana at 5’5". Her lean, athletic build speaks of years of rigorous training and discipline, especially given her status as the reigning AMD champ. Her long, dark hair flows freely over her shoulders, framing a face set with a calm yet intense expression. Dressed in her VIXENs robe, she appears every bit the seasoned champion she was. Her eyes, a sharp contrast to Ariana's fiery gaze, are cool and calculating, assessing her opponent with a mixture of amusement and slight disdain.

As they face each other, the difference in their statures became even more pronounced. Ariana has to tilt her head slightly upward to meet Lily’s gaze, but she does so without hesitation, her defiance clear. Meanwhile, Lily looks down at her with a confident smirk, the height and reach advantage giving her an air of superiority.

The two fighters stand inches apart, their breaths mingling in the tense air. Ariana's fists are clenched at her sides, her body vibrating with pent-up energy. Lily, more composed, keeps her hands on her hips, her posture relaxed but ready to spring into action if provoked.

The moderator steps aside, allowing the photographers to capture the moment. Cameras flashed rapidly, capturing the intense contrast between the fighters. And as they finally step back from each other, the crowd erupts into cheers and applause, the excitement reaching a fever pitch. Both fighters turn to leave the stage, their minds already focused on the battle ahead.

Later, the lights dim, casting a hush over the expectant crowd. The spotlight shifts to the blue corner, where Ariana Grande emerges first, her eyes sparkling with determination. Her fight attire is a stark contrast to the playful lavender of her press conference outfit. Now, she's clad in a black sports bra and matching shorts, a single red stripe running down the side, a nod to her Femme Fight Club allegiance. Her toned arms and legs, though petite, are coiled with a surprising power. Her hair, usually a cascade of long, dark waves, is now pulled back in a tight ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her determined face.

Across the ring, the spotlight finds Lily Collins, her entrance a wave of icy calm. The roar of the VIXENs' fans is a thunderous counterpoint to Ariana's reception. After the debacle that was their first match of this stable war, a lot is riding on her shoulders, and Lily’s attire is a testament to her veteran status. A black sports bra, adorned with intricate silver detailing, showcases her sculpted physique. Matching shorts, cut high on her thighs, accentuate her long, powerful legs. Her dark hair is pulled back in a sleek bun, her face a mask of stoic focus.

As they settle into their corners of the ring, they settle into their fight stances. The referee signals for the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!

ROUND 1:
The bell rings, and Collins storms to the center of the ring, her eyes locked on Grande. She uses her height and reach to her advantage, her long arms snapping out with sharp, precise jabs. Her first jab connects cleanly with the nose, snapping her head back. Grande, the smaller fighter, quickly ducks to the side, trying to avoid the incoming barrage. Undeterred, she dances on her toes, her movements light and quick. She weaves through some of Collins' punches, using her agility to close the distance, then counters with a quick one-two to Lily's midsection, her gloves thudding against her ribs. The impact is solid but lacks the power to faze the British actress, who counters with a swift right hook that glances off the temple. Meanwhile, Collins keeps her stance wide, using her superior footwork to control the ring. She feints with her left, drawing a reaction from Grande, then follows up with a right cross that clips her to the cheek. The pop star's head swivels, but she remains focused, her eyes never leaving Lily's. Later, Ariana bobs and weaves, trying to find an opening, before lunging forward with a left hook to the body. But Lily anticipates it, stepping back and firing a straight right down the middle. The punch lands flush on Grande's mouth, and she staggers back, blinking away the pain. Towards the end, Lily presses her advantage, her long legs allowing her to cover the ring effortlessly. She throws a series of jabs, each one finding its mark on Ariana's face and upper body. The smaller fighter's head snaps back repeatedly, her ponytail whipping through the air with each impact. She can’t find the counter to Collins’ much longer reach here, even with a tighter defense, her gloves coming up to protect her face. Despite the onslaught, Ariana refuses to back down. Occasionally, she still slips inside Lily's reach, aiming a right uppercut to the Vixen's jaw. One of the punches lands, but Lily rolls with it, minimizing the damage. Then, girls SWING away for a sec, but Collins demonstrates her own adept defenses by slipping and weaving, before landing a left hook down low to the ribs. Grande's footwork is quick and agile, allowing her to evade some of the heavier blows, but Collins' reach advantage is evident. She maintains her distance for the rest of the round, using her jab to keep Ariana at bay. Her strategy is clear—control the distance, use her reach, and wear her opponent down with precise, long-range attacks. Final seconds has her parrying Ariana's punches with ease, then countering with stiff jabs that keep her from closing the distance effectively. A particularly sharp jab catches the pop starlet on the lips, splitting them slightly and drawing a thin line of blood. That long-range jab of hers is a constant threat, snapping out with mechanical precision. And when the bell rings, the judges quickly tally their scores, and it's clear that Lily’s won the first round by a wide margin. Ariana, though undeterred, knows she has an uphill battle ahead, returning to her corner breathing heavily but with determination still burning in her eyes.

ROUND 2:
Collins looks emboldened by her dominant performance in the first, striding confidently to the center of the ring. Her guard is relaxed, her posture casual, as if already certain of her victory. Grande, however, has a different plan. She moves with renewed vigor, her eyes laser-focused on her opponent. More probing jabs from the Vixen, but her punches lack the sharp precision of the previous round. Sensing an opportunity, Ariana slips inside her guard and delivers a rapid-fire combination to the Brit’s body—left hook, right hook, then a straight punch to the solar plexus, each blast of the glove landing with a satisfying thud, and Lily's eyes widen in surprise, a grunt escaping her lips. The shock from the body shots visibly stuns her, her guard dropping slightly, allowing Ariana to dart in and out again, pestering the taller fighter with more quick, precise strikes. Another swift left jab connects with Lily’s jaw, followed by a right cross that snaps her head back clean! True to her word, Grande’s smaller stature and agility are allowing her to weave around Lily’s increasingly sluggish attempts at retaliation! Mid-round and Lily tries to regain her composure, throwing a wild right hook high in the air, but Ariana ducks under it effortlessly and counters with a stringing uppercut to the chin. The blow rocks Collins, briefly staggering her, her eyes blinking in disbelief that this “shorty” can hit this hard. But Ariana doesn’t let up, pressing forward with a relentless flurry of punches aimed at Lily’s midsection and ribs. The VIX fighter tries to retreat, but Ariana's speed and aggression keep her on the back foot. Her punches are landing with alarming frequency, each one sapping Lily’s strength and confidence. Another hard hook to the ribs causes Lily to double over momentarily, her face contorted in pain as she hugs her body and tries to retreat to create more space. The crowd is on their feet, roaring in support of the underdog pop star. As the seconds tick down, Ariana finishes the round with a series of rapid-fire jabs, continuing to harass her guard and not allow Collins to employ her ranged attacks. When the bell rings, Lily stumbles back to her corner, her face flushed and her breathing labored, whereas Grande has her chest heaving but a triumphant smile on her face. She has proven that she is not to be underestimated, her performance in the second round turning the tide of the fight.

ROUND 3:
Here comes the third, and Lily emerges from her corner with a steely determination. Shaking off the cobwebs from the previous round, she tightens her guard and moves with renewed purpose. Grande, buoyed by her success in the second round, steps forward with confidence, but Lily has a different strategy in mind. She begins to target Ariana's body, sending powerful combinations aimed at breaking apart the shorter girl’s guard. Mixing in bigger attacks, a one-two combo is followed by a sharp hook that bangs off the side of her ribs, causing a wince. But before Grande can swing back, Lily dips low and follows a brutal right cross to the stomach that forces the pop star to take a step back with her mouth hanging open and gloves clutching at her body. Grande gets a little taste of championship power, and Lily presses her advantage, her punches landing with more force, heavy thuds pounding away at Ariana’s defenses. Later, Ariana tries to fight back, her fists swinging back with the same fierce energy as before, but they’re a lot more wild, and Lily’s improved footwork makes her an elusive target. Collins dances around her attacks, her movements smooth and controlled. Meanwhile, a quick jab from Lily snaps the pop star's head back, followed by a hook to the liver that causes her to grimace in pain and retreat. Towards the end, Grande attempts to close the distance, hoping to land some of the powerful body shots that had worked in the previous round, but Lily keeps her at bay easily this time with her reach advantage. Final seconds and Grande simply WHIFFS a big overhand, allowing Collins to slip to the side and hammer away at her body: a right uppercut lifts Grande onto her toes before a follow-up hook to the side sends her stumbling to the ropes. At the bell, Ariana stumbles back to her corner, her face flushed and her breathing labored. Lily, breathing heavily but with a look of fierce determination, strides confidently to her corner, knowing she has decisively won the round.

ROUND 4:
Grande bursts from her corner at the bell with renewed aggression. Frustration from the previous round fuels her as she rushes Lily down, her fists flying in with even more determination. Lily, taken slightly off guard by the sudden onslaught, braces herself as gloves repeatedly make contact with her lean body. A quick combination peppers and pounds her torso, each punch spanking off her abs with dull thuds. A right hook follows off the stomach, forcing Collins to exhale sharply, as Grande’s speed and aggression are on full display, constantly closing the distance and refusing to give Lily the space to utilize her reach advantage. Collins attempts to circle away, using her footwork to evade. But Ariana drives forward, ignoring several shots off her cheek and forehead, more content to land another series of whumping shots to Lily’s body—left hook, right hook, uppercut to the solar plexus, driving Lily to the ropes, where she clinches momentarily to catch her breath! Breaking free, Lily tries to reestablish her rhythm, jabbing to keep her at bay. Her punches snap out with precision, but Grande is undeterred. The American pop sensation charges in again, her gloves thudding against Lily’s sides and midsection, who’s forced to cover up or risk taking a heavy shot to the face, allowing the shorter girl to score points with each blow. Of course, as the round progresses, Ariana's face begins to show signs of wear. Her cheeks are flushed, and sweat drips from her brow. She takes a deep breath and launches another assault, aiming high this time. A left hook glances off Lily’s jaw, but the rest are taken on the Vixen’s firm arms. The AMD champ is weathering the storm, her guard tight, her eyes sharp, and as the round nears its end, Collins manages to land several clean shots to the shorter girl’s face—a crisp jab, a sharp right cross, and a left hook that snaps Grande’s head back. The smaller fighter blinks away the pain, her legs wobbling slightly. But thankfully, the bell rings soon after, ending the round. Ariana stumbles back to her corner, her chest heaving, her face showing the strain of her efforts. The judges quickly tally their scores, awarding her the round by a close margin. Despite her aggression and the effective body work, her exhaustion is starting to show.

ROUND 5:
The bell rings and Collins charges out of her corner with her eyes locked on Ariana, who looks more visibly fatigued from the relentless pace of the previous rounds. This is the chance she’s been waiting for, back to employing sharp, precise jabs, each one snapping into Ariana's nose and lips, and rocking her head back. Even if Grande wished to close the distance again, she’s met with stiff resistance, another powerful right cross cutting through the arms and bunching up the singer’s cheek, forcing the pop star to backpedal. Slowly, Grande’s slowing down, and she begins to fall for errors. A feint is followed by a left jab, bringing her guard up, before a brutal hook catches her to the ribs, forcing a grunt in pain, her guard dropping slightly. Collins circles in, a hunter on the prowl, picking her shots with too much ease. Left hook catches Grande on her side, right uppercut blasts to the chin, sending her head whipping back. Still, the Vixen doesn't let up, her punches coming in hot and fast. Beaten back to the ropes, the smaller fighter wobbles, her legs barely holding her up, before a powerful right hook CRASHES into her jaw! OUFFF! The punch lands with a sickening thud, Lily having squared her hips and put her back into that final CRACK across the face! DOWN SHE GOES, Grande half-spinning and CRUMPLING down to the canvas, her body hitting the mat with a heavy thump! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Lily Collins, and the crowd erupts in shock and awe, with the referee stepping in to start the count!

"One... two... three..." the referee's voice echoes through the gym as Ariana lies on her back, her chest heaving, eyes blinking up at the ceiling lights.

"Four... five... six..." Ariana tries to push herself up, her arms trembling, but her strength is sapped, her body not responding as she wills it to.

"Seven... eight... nine..." The referee’s count reaches its final moments, and Ariana collapses back to the mat, unable to rise.

"Ten! You’re out!" The referee waves his arms in the air! It’s OVER!

Official Result: Lily Collins defeats Ariana Grande via KO5!

AFTER:
Collins, her arms raised in victory, soaks in the adulation. Her black sports bra and shorts cling to her sweat-slicked body, the silver accents gleaming under the harsh lights. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, but her smile is wide, a triumphant expression that speaks volumes about her confidence.

"Told you, shortie," she says, her voice booming through the arena's speakers. "You're good, but not VIXEN good."

She glances towards Ariana, who's being helped to her feet by her cornermen. She looks dazed, her face swollen and bruised from the barrage of punches she took in the final moments of the fight. Blood trickles from her split lip, and her body language speaks volumes; she’s exhausted, her chest heaving with every breath. The pop star's usually vibrant energy has been extinguished by the brutal knockout.

Lily approaches Ariana, her grin widening as she takes in the sight of her defeated opponent. She places a hand on Ariana's shoulder, her touch condescendingly gentle. "Hey," Lily says, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "You fought hard out there. Really, you did. But you need to work on your defense and your stamina. Maybe by the end of this stable war, you'll have improved enough to last a few more rounds."

Ariana, still reeling and shaky, nods weakly, her expression a mix of frustration and determination. She knows Lily's words are insincere, but she uses the moment to fuel her resolve for future battles. The crowd continues to cheer for Lily, but Ariana's fans shout words of encouragement, their faith in her unshaken despite the loss.

Lily turns away, raising her arms once more to acknowledge the crowd. She soaks in the cheers, her confidence and cockiness on full display. The VIX fighter has not only defended her stable's honor but has also sent a clear message to the Femme Fight Club and the Queens of Absolution: the VIXENs are a force to be reckoned with with this final KO of the evening.

As Ariana is led back to her corner, she casts one last glance at Lily, her eyes burning with a renewed determination. The fight may be over, but the stable war is far from finished, and with a deep breath, she silently vows to come back stronger on the last night, ready to prove her worth in another battle against Kat McNamara.

That concludes the first day of fights for the California Dreamin' Three-way Stable War! The score so far:

VIXENs | Queens of Absolution | Femme Fight Club

1 : 1 : 1

Tune in tomorrow to see if one stable pulls ahead in the battle for Los Angeles!~