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25 June 2024 Emily Ratajkowski vs Brittany Mahomes

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SI TOURNAMENT ROUND 2

Posted by countrymouse on 25 June 2024 at 1:06 pm

Emily Ratajkoski (VIXENs) vs Brittany Mahomes (Free Agent)

Round 1:

Emily charges forward, her eyes fierce. She throws a rapid series of jabs, each one a probing missile aimed at finding a weak spot. Brittany retreats, her long arms shooting out defensive jabs, one connecting with Emily’s forehead. “Ugh!” Emily grunts, ducking under the next punch and driving a hook into Brittany’s ribs. Brittany gasps, stepping sideways. Emily follows with a rear uppercut that snaps Brittany’s head back. Brittany stumbles, but counters with a hook to Emily’s cheek. Emily’s head snaps to the side, her vision blurring for a moment. She retaliates with a body shot that makes Brittany fold slightly. “Oof!” Brittany grunts, her breath knocked out. The round ends with Emily slightly ahead, her aggression giving her the edge.

Round 2:

Brittany starts the round with a stiff jab, her arm a piston keeping Emily at a distance. Emily weaves, looking for an opening, but Brittany’s reach proves difficult to breach. Brittany lands a cross that rocks Emily's head back. “Ouch!” Emily blinks, blood from a cut on her nose trickling down. She charges with a wild hook, but Brittany slips it easily, her footwork graceful. Brittany counters with a one-two combo, punches landing with precision on Emily’s face. Emily’s aggression causes her to overstep, and Brittany capitalizes with sharp body blows that make Emily wince. “Ugh! Oof!” The round ends with Brittany clearly dominating, her technical skill shining.

Round 3:

Emily explodes out of her corner, feinting a jab before landing a crushing cross to Brittany’s jaw. Brittany’s knees buckle, surprise etched on her face. Emily follows with a hook to the liver. “Oooooh!” Brittany crumples slightly, pain flooding her system. Emily doesn’t relent, firing punches that Brittany struggles to block. A rear uppercut snaps Brittany’s head back. “Ahh!” Brittany’s vision blurs. She clinches to recover, but Emily breaks free, landing another body shot that makes Brittany gasp. “Ugh!” The round ends with Emily firmly in control, her relentless attack paying off.

Round 4:

The fourth round opens with Emily charging forward, her fists flying in a flurry of jabs and hooks. Brittany, eyes sharp, steps back, using her longer reach to land precise jabs. “Pop, pop!” The sound of glove meeting face. Emily grunts, her nose beginning to bleed, but she presses on, determined to keep the pressure on.

Emily swings wildly with a hook, but Brittany ducks under it, her movements fluid. Emily oversteps, leaving her tummy exposed. Brittany sees the opening and delivers a brutal body shot. “Oof!” Emily gasps, the wind knocked out of her. She stumbles back, trying to regain her footing.

Brittany doesn't give her a chance. She steps in, her body twisting a vicious hook aimed at Emily’s head. “Wham!” The punch lands squarely on Emily's cheek, the impact jarring. Emily’s head snaps to the side, and her legs give way beneath her. She crumples to the canvas, the crowd erupting in a mix of gasps and cheers.

Emily’s vision swims, the world a blur of sand and sky. The referee begins the count. “One… two… three…” Emily blinks, trying to clear her head. “Get up, Emily!” shouts a voice from the crowd. At six, she starts to rise, shaky but determined. She’s on her feet by eight, nodding to the referee that she’s ready to continue.

Brittany, sensing her advantage, moves in with renewed vigor. She unleashes a barrage of punches, targeting Emily’s head and body with relentless precision. “Thud, thud, thud!” Each blow lands with a sickening force, pushing Emily further into the ropes. Emily’s defenses are nearly nonexistent, her arms heavy and slow to react.

The bell rings, ending the round, but the damage is done. Brittany walks back to her corner, her expression one of steely determination. Emily stumbles to her corner, breathing heavily, her face a mask of pain and resolve. Brittany clearly dominates this round, the knockdown a pivotal moment in the fight.

Round 5:

Brittany moves with confidence, her jab snapping Emily’s head back repeatedly. Ouch! Emily’s counters are sluggish, her movements cautious. Brittany throws a cross that slams into Emily’s jaw, followed by a hook that sends her stumbling. Emily’s guard drops, and Brittany lands a straight right to her nose. Emily crumples to the canvas, the crowd gasping. She’s down! The referee starts the count. Emily struggles, managing to rise at eight, her legs wobbly. Brittany presses her advantage, but the bell rings before she can land another significant blow. Brittany wins the round decisively.

Round 6:

The round begins with both fighters visibly exhausted, their movements heavy. They exchange jabs, the sound of leather hitting flesh echoing across the beach. Neither seems to gain a clear upper hand. Brittany snaps a cross that slams into Emily’s jaw. “Ah!” Emily winces, absorbing the impact and stepping back.

Emily’s eyes narrow with determination. She steps forward, throwing a hook that digs into Brittany’s side. “Oof!” Brittany grunts, doubling over slightly from the pain. Emily seizes the moment, following with a swift hook to Brittany’s head. Brittany’s eyes widen in shock as she instinctively clinches, both fighters leaning heavily on each other, their breaths ragged.

The referee steps in, prying them apart. Both women stagger back, sweat dripping from their brows. They resume, throwing wild, desperate swings. Brittany launches a cross, but Emily ducks under it, her body moving with a renewed vigor. She rises sharply with an uppercut that catches Brittany’s chin. “Wham!” Brittany’s head snaps back, her knees buckling as she crumples to the sand.

The crowd roars, a mix of shock and excitement. The referee begins the count. “One... two... three...” Brittany’s eyes flutter, but her body remains limp. The count continues. “Seven... eight... nine...” Brittany doesn’t move. “Ten!” The referee waves off the fight, signaling the knockout.

Emily stands for a moment, then collapses to her knees, her body trembling with exhaustion and relief. “Unbelievable!” someone shouts. She’s victorious, despite the grueling battle. The crowd’s cheers swell, echoing across the beach as the sun sets, casting a golden glow over the triumphant fighter.