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14 June 2024 Katherine McNamara vs Gabi Fuller

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CALIFORNIA DREAMING THREE-WAY STABLE WAR. DAY 1

Posted by caspian on 14 June 2024 at 9:53 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

2. Katherine McNamara vs. Gabi Fuller (QoA vs. FFC #1)

Katherine:
(28, 5’4, 17:16 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Gabi:
(26, 5’4, 4:1 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)

BEFORE:

**VIXENs' Headquarters & Gym, Los Angeles**

Back in the VIXENs' gym, a converted warehouse bathed in harsh fluorescent light, the makeshift stage has two fighters seated, with Katherine McNamara, representing the Queens of Absolution next, a vision of fiery confidence. Her auburn hair, a cascade of curls that spills over her shoulders, matches the intensity in her eyes. She's dressed in a tight red dress that accentuates her curves, a subtle nod to her stable's signature color.

Across from her, Gabi Fuller, the FFC's own rising starlet has opted for a more casual look – a white tank top and denim shorts that showcase her toned arms and legs. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a high ponytail, her face bare of makeup, highlighting the determination in her eyes. There's a playful energy about her, a youthful exuberance that masks a fierce competitive spirit.

The MC steps up to the microphone, his voice booming through the gym's speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another exciting matchup in the California Dreamin' Stable Wars!”

The first question from the assembled press is directed at Katherine. "Kat, you've had a relatively even record in the FCBA. What do you think sets you apart from other fighters participating in this stable war?"

Katherine leans forward, her eyes locking with the reporter's. "I'm a fighter, through and through," she declares, her voice a confident purr. "I've got the heart, the skill, and the guts to take on anyone in this ring. And unlike some of the newbies," she glances pointedly at Gabi, "I've got the experience to back it up."

But Gabi doesn't flinch. "Experience doesn't mean a thing if you can't back it up with action," she retorts, her voice a playful challenge. "I might be new to the FCBA, but I'm hungry, and I'm not afraid to take risks. I'm here to shake things up, to prove that the FFC is a force to be reckoned with."

The tension in the room thickens, the air heavy with the unspoken challenge. The MC, sensing the potential for a verbal brawl, tries to steer the conversation back to the fight itself.

"Katherine, Gabi, what are your thoughts on each other's fighting styles?"

Katherine scoffs. "Gabi's a brawler," she says dismissively. "All heart, no brains. She'll come at me swinging, but I'll be ready for her. She's like an open book, and I've already read it twice."

Gabi's smile widens. "That's right, Kat," she says, leaning forward. "I'm a brawler, and I'm coming for you. But you're forgetting one thing - brawlers can surprise you. And I'm full of surprises."

Hours later, the ring in the center of the sports hall is illuminated by the harsh lights. There’s the smell of sweat and anticipation, a lingering primal scent that speaks of conflict that just took place between Nell Tiger Free and Kelli Berglund. This time, the visiting stables get another shot at outshining the very first FCBA stable to call Los Angeles their home.

In the blue corner, Katherine McNamara, the fiery redhead, stands a vision of focused intensity. Gone is the elegant red dress of the press conference, replaced by a simple black sports bra and matching shorts that hug her curves and showcase her toned midriff. Her gloves, a vibrant red that matches her hair, are already strapped on, her knuckles white as she clenches and unclenches her fists in anticipation.

Across the ring, Gabi Fuller, the blonde bombshell from the Femme Fight Club, wears a pristine white sports bra and matching shorts that accentuate her toned figure. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on her skin, highlighting the subtle definition of her muscles. Her hair, usually a cascade of golden waves, is now pulled back in a tight ponytail.

With the nod from both corners, the referee signals for the opening bell! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!

ROUND 1:
Kat, her auburn hair a fiery halo around her determined face, takes the initiative. A left jab snaps out, followed by a swift right cross aimed straight for Gabi's jaw, and the blonde fighter, momentarily surprised by the sudden aggression, raises her gloves in a defensive stance. Kat wants to score early, and kicks things off with a steady stream of jab-cross combos that pound away at her defenses. But Gabi, undeterred, takes the abuse, before swiftly retaliating with a right hook that grazes the ribs with a dull "thud", making Kat wince. But the fiery Queen grits through it and pivots on her left foot, before she’s back to unleashing a series of lightning-fast jabs that pepper Gabi's face, the younger fighter's head snapping back with each blow. Soon, the fight settles into a tense rhythm, with McNamara’s movements circling the blonde and pestering her high and low with stinging accuracy. Final minute, however, and Gabi’s just been biding her time, choosing to forgo points but inflicting hurt instead. A sudden left hook lunges out again, catching the redhead off guard with a sickening "whump" against her side stomach. All Kat can do is grunt out in pain, her body momentarily buckling under the force of the blow. But she quickly recovers, her eyes narrowing as she assesses her opponent's next move, and the final seconds sees both fighters trading blows, sending sweat spraying across the canvas: a right cross lands flush on Gabi's jaw, but then a return hook thuds back into Kat’s stomach in a desperate attempt to regain control. The bell rings and both women retreat to their corners, their chests heaving, their bodies already bearing the marks of battle. The judges' faces are grim as they tally the scores. It's a close call, but ultimately, they award the round to McNamara, acknowledging her superior technique and resilience in this opening salvo.

ROUND 2:
This time, it’s Miss Fuller who comes out with renewed determination, her eyes fixed on her opponent with a steely resolve. Gabi, her blonde hair pulled back tight, wastes no time in launching a barrage of punches. She starts with a quick one-two combo, her fists moving like pistons, targeting the Queen’s midsection. With Kat protecting her head, the thudding impact of gloves against her ribs echoes through the gym, and Kat, caught off guard by the sudden ferocity, tries to braces for the onslaught. But Gabi gets in close, bobbing and weaving with surprising agility. Her fists cram into every nook and cranny, banging off the arms and then a right uppercut catches Katherine right under the chin, which snaps her head back and draws a gasp from the crowd with a sharp "crack!” Suddenly, the redhead is sent stumbling, her balance momentarily lost! And here Gabi comes!! She presses her advantage, pivoting on her left foot before throwing a devastating left hook that crashes high into Kat’s temple! OUCH! The force of the blow sends her reeling down the ropes, her vision blurring as she struggles to regain her footing. Just as Gabi sails in to try and finish her off, Kat tries to mount her own counterattack, her fists snapping out in quick and wild jabs, hoping to faze Gabi and get lucky. They succeed in putting the FFC starlet on notice, forcing Fuller to quickly duck under a wild swing or lose her head. Before McNamara can follow-up, the blonde delivers another punishing right hook to her side, a dull "whump" of leather to flesh and bone, forcing a grunt of pain and Kat’s body to fold slightly from the sheer force. Final seconds and Gabi doesn't let up, driving her opponent towards the ropes and continuing to hound her silly. Another right cross streaks into Kat's cheek, snapping her head to the side with sweat flying from her hair, and forcing her to grasp at the ropes for support. Fuller crams in a rapid series of body shots to her body before the bell rings, and by the time Kat returns to her corner, she’s clutching her sides and sitting slumped on her stool, her body bearing the marks of the relentless assault. Wide-margin victory for Miss Fuller, who manages to turn the tide in just a single round!

ROUND 3:
McNamara steps forward, ready to reclaim control, but Fuller, riding high from her dominant performance in the previous round, meets her in the center of the ring with a confident smirk. Kat wastes no time, opening up with a lightning-fast jab that lands too fast, snapping Gabi's head back with a sharp "thwack"! Not giving her a moment to recover, she follows up with a powerful right cross that lands flush on the cheek, this time turning her head sharply to the side with a grunt. Fuller has a look of shock on her face at her foe’s speed, and the crowd reacts with a roar, sensing a shift in momentum. Sure, Gabi tries to counter almost immediately, throwing a wild left hook, but Katherine anticipates it. She ducks under the punch with a graceful dip, her movements fluid and precise. Seizing the opening, the redhead drives a left hook into the ribs, the "whump" followed by Gabi’s grunt, her body twisting in pain as she stumbles back a step further. Kat looking and moving like a different beast, her footwork impeccable as she circles, her punches landing more and more frequently: a quick one-two combo targets Gabi's face, her gloves barely able to rise in time to block the flurry. Gabi seems to be struggling to find her footing, throwing desperate right hooks and hoping to score lucky. But each time, Katherine deftly sidesteps, her movements almost balletic. Finally, a brutal uppercut catches Gabi on the chin, making her legs wobble, her eyes momentarily glazing over as she fights to stay upright!! OUCH! And here comes Kat, looking for revenge! She moves in, her punches targeting Gabi's toned midsection. Straight fists thump into that chiseled and toned torso, driving the air from Gabi's lungs and forcing her to retreat further. As the bell rings, Kat's chest heaves with exertion, but her eyes are alight with triumph. Gabi, on the other hand, slumps onto her stool, her ego bruised from getting outworked and womanhandled.

ROUND 4:
Gabi wants blood, keeping her guard loose and storming the center stage with a vengeance. She immediately unleashes a torrent of jabs, each aimed high, then low, making it unpredictable. Kat grimaces with each blow landed, her face twitching and core muscles tensing as she tries to absorb the haphazard punishment. The Queen of Absolution, however, is not easily cowed. A quick right hook suddenly whips out, a flash of crimson against Gabi's jawline, and one that the FFC girl didn’t see coming! Crack! Gabi stumbles, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, Kat’s blast to the cheek jolting her head to the side. And just like that, the fourth round is thrown wide open, Gabi quickly regaining her footing, her gaze hardening, then countering with a well-placed swing of her own that grazes Kat's chin. The crowd gasps in unison as the action spills over to mutual punishment, Gabi following up with a lightning-fast left cross that stumps into the redhead’s lips. The fight becomes a brutal ballet of offense and defense, each woman determined to impose her will. Katherine, her footwork faltering, struggles to maintain her distance, with Gabi pressing the attack. Halfway through the round, another desperate exchange ensues. A right hook finds purchase on Kat’s ribs, but Kat sinks a retaliatory jab straight to the nose, another sharp crack cratering Fuller’s cheek. Both women are relentless, their bodies battered but their spirits unbroken. Sweat flies with each punch, the air thick with the scent of adrenaline and the metallic tang of blood. In the final minute, Gabi corners the leaner Kat against the ropes, using her size advantage to keep her pinned with swing after swing, hook after hook just crashing into her arms and sides, each punch vibrating through her frame, until the bell's harsh clang brings a merciful end to the round. Both fighters stagger back to their corners, and the judges confer, and award the round to Fuller for her late aggression. As the fighters catch their breath, their eyes lock across the ring, a silent promise of more violence to come.

ROUND 5:
Gabi, riding the momentum from her previous round's win, starts aggressively, her fists darting out with precision and force. She’s younger and hungrier, and wants the win badly. Will that force her to make an error, though? In the opening minute, Kat wants it too, trying to reassert control with a series of quick jabs, but Gabi's defense is impenetrable. The FFC starlet weaves and ducks, her movements fluid and confident, before countering with a sudden hook that catches Katherine on the temple, which STAGGERS her! OUCH! Kat looks shocked, stumbling towards the side, but quickly regaining her footing, her eyes flashing with defiance. Second minute and it’s Gabi’s turn ramp up her assault. First, she feints with a right jab, before delivering a devastating left hook that SLAPS into the Queen’s jaw! DOUBLE OFF! The impact is powerful, sending a shockwave through the rest of her body! Kat fell for that one, hook and sinker! And she pays the price, her legs buckling awkwardly, before DOWN SHE GOES, losing her strength and falling down to her side! This might be it! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Gabi Fuller!

The referee quickly steps in, starting the count, as Katherine struggles to clear her head upon the canvas! One... Two... Three... Katherine's eyes are wide, her breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts. Four... Five... She shakes her head, trying to push her torso off the ground. Six... Seven... With a tremendous effort, she pushes herself to her knees. It’s gonna be razor-close, folks! Eight... Nine... She’s back and up, swaying slightly but raising her gloves, signaling she's ready to continue!

Referee obliges, making sure she’s not just nodding for the sake of nodding. Bell rings again and there’s a minute left on the clock, and Gabi doesn't waste a moment! She pounces forward, showing the Queen with relentless fury! A rapid-fire combination of punches drives Katherine back against the ropes, leaving little room for her to get clear! Left, right, left—each blow rocks her clean, either folding her over with an oufff or throwing her head and torso clear off to the side! And Kat's attempts to defend herself are increasingly futile, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated! A final, brutal assault from Fuller, who crowds in close and rams another hook into her stomach, before an uppercut to the base of her chin -- CRACK!! -- leaves the redhead dazed and utterly woozy, her guard dropping to the sides and having to hold onto the ropes to support herself! AND THAT’S IT! The referee, seeing her condition, steps in to stop the fight! It’s OVER!!

Official Result: Gabi Fuller defeats Katherine McNamara via TKO5!

AFTER:
The referee raises Gabi's arm in victory, before heading over to check on Kat’s condition. The Femme Fight Club faithful, a sea of black and neon green, are in a frenzy, their chants of "Gabi! Gabi!" echoing through the VIX warehouse.

Gabi, her chest heaving with exertion, basks in the spotlight, her blonde hair matted with sweat and grime. She raises her fists in triumph, a defiant grin splitting her face. "That's what I'm talking about!" she roars into the microphone, her voice hoarse but filled with a fierce pride. "Did you see that, all the rest of you Queens and Vixens? That's how a real fighter does it!"

"We're not just here to participate," Gabi continues, her voice echoing through the speakers. "We're here to dominate! The Femme Fight Club is taking over this town, one knockout at a time!"
Her cornermen, their faces beaming with pride, rush into the ring, hoisting her onto their shoulders. Gabi laughs, a sound of pure joy and adrenaline, as she's carried around the ring, her fists pumping the air in victory.

Later, backstage, Gabi's energy hasn't diminished. She's surrounded by reporters, her voice a confident buzz as she answers their questions. "This is just the beginning," she declares, her eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint. "We're proving that the FFC isn't just about glamor and pretty faces. We're a fighting force, and we're here to take what's ours."

She pauses, her gaze sweeping across the room, a silent challenge to the other fighters in this stable war. "Los Angeles is ours for the taking," she continues, her voice hardening. "We're going to shock the world, mark my words, and we're not stopping until we're the queens of this city."

The confidence in her voice is infectious, her words a rallying cry for her stablemates and a chilling warning to both stables. The California Dreamin' event has just begun, and Gabi Fuller has made it clear that she's not here to play games. She's here to win it all!