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Post by Dave Knowles on May 24, 2024 10:28:12 GMT
This week's card from Cardiff featured some brutal contests!
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Post by Dave Knowles on May 24, 2024 10:30:40 GMT
Nicola Roberts (Lioness Boxing) v Luisa Zissman (Unattached) It was an ordinary Tuesday evening, and the crowd at the arena was abuzz with excitement. The ring was adorned with bright lights, and the announcer's voice echoed throughout the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our main event of the evening! In the blue corner, we have the lovely and talented Nicola Roberts, a singer who has captivated our hearts with her powerful voice and unwavering determination!" The crowd erupted in cheers as Nicola stepped into the ring, wearing a blue robe that glittered under the lights. Her trademark red hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and she flashed a confident smile to her fans. She flexed her muscles, showing off the result of months of rigorous training. On the other side of the ring, Luisa Zussman, a television personality known for her quick wit and sassy attitude, strutted in wearing a black robe adorned with silver trim. Her dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and she gave Nicola a cocky smile as they faced off. The announcer continued, "And in the red corner, we have Luisa Zussman! A true entertainer who has won the hearts of the nation with her sparkling personality and fearless nature!" The crowd erupted into cheers and chants as Luisa strutted confidently into the ring. Her dark eyes darted over to Nicola, taking in her formidable physique and determination. She nodded to herself, knowing that this was going to be a fight unlike any other. As the fighters circled around each other, their trainers shouting words of encouragement from the sidelines, the announcer continued, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are in for a real treat tonight! Both of these women have put in months of hard work, and they are more than ready to step into the ring and give it their all!" Nicola's eyes narrowed as she watched Luisa dance around, her body moving with a grace that belied her strength. She knew that Luisa was confident, but she also knew that she had trained just as hard, if not harder. With a nod, she signaled to her trainer that she was ready. Round 1 As the bell rang, Nicola and Luisa lunged towards each other, their fists flying. The crowd roared in excitement, their cheers filling the arena. Nicola's powerful left hook connected with Luisa's jaw, sending her staggering back. Quick as a whip, Luisa countered with a sharp right hook that glanced off Nicola's ribs, sending a wave of pain through her body. Nicola landed another solid left hook, but Luisa countered with a sharp right uppercut that sent her backwards to the ropes, gasping for breath. Nicola ducked under a wild swing from Luisa and countered with a sharp left jab to her ribs, making her stumble momentarily, but she quickly regained her footing, and hit Nicola with a powerful right cross that sent her reeling across the ring. Nicola wiped blood from her nose, glaring at Luisa across the ring, determined not to let her get the upper hand again, then Luisa lunged forward and they clinched, each trying to wrestle the other to the mat. The referee shouted for them to break, and they quickly backed away, circling around each other once again, with Nicola throwing a few more jabs and Luisa countering with sharp hooks and uppercuts, which were beginning to hurt the redhead, but only serve to make her more determined. Round 2 The second round began, and both women came out guns blazing, exchanging brutal blows in the center of the ring. Nicola managed to land a solid left hook that sent Luisa reeling into the ropes, but Luisa countered with a sharp right hook that connected with Nicola's jaw, making her stagger back, and then followed up with a powerful left uppercut that sent her crashing to the mat, landing hard on her shoulder. The crowd gasped as Nicola struggled to her feet, rubbing at her sore jaw, as the referee's count reached 6, and she glared across the ring at Luisa, who was grinning mockingly. The referee stepped in between them, asking if Nicola was ready to continue. With a nod, she stepped back into the center of the ring, determined not to let Luisa get the better of her again. Luisa was able to land a few more solid punches, but Nicola was able to counter with some well-placed jabs that forced Luisa to keep her guard up. Nicola managed to land a solid right hook that sent Luisa stumbling back, and followed it up with a left uppercut that connected with her chin, snapping her head back. Luisa countered with a sharp right hook that glanced off Nicola's shoulder, but she was clearly weakening, and Nicola lunged forward and landed a brutal left hook that sent Luisa reeling across the ring, and Nicola was after her, landing punches to Luisa's body, trying to wear her down. As the round drew to a close, Nicola lunged forward and threw a final left hook that connected solidly with Luisa's jaw, sending her reeling back against the ropes, and she followed up with a good left hook to the body, making Luisa's legs wobble. The referee stepped in between them as they clinched, calling the end of the round. Round 3 The third round began, and both women circled each other warily, as Nicola threw a few quick jabs, but Luisa managed to block them and counter with a sharp right hook that glanced off Nicola's cheek. They exchanged several more blows, each landing solid shots, but neither woman was able to gain an advantage. As the round progressed, Nicola began to press the attack, landing several quick combinations that forced Luisa back against the ropes. She tried to counter, but her punches were losing power, and she was beginning to show signs of fatigue. Nicola sensed her opponent's weakness and stepped up her attack, landing several powerful shots to the body and head, forcing Luisa to cover up and retreat. With only a few seconds left in the round, Nicola threw a final combination, landing a sharp left hook to the body and a powerful right hook to the jaw, sending Luisa reeling across the ring. She followed up with another left hook that connected with Luisa's jaw, sending her sprawling to the mat, and the referee counted over her, Luisa up again at 7, but clearly hurt and tiring, as Nicola stood in front of her, taunting her. Nicola landed several quick jabs that kept Luisa at bay, but Luisa managed to counter with a sharp right hook that glanced off Nicola's jaw, showing she still had some fight left in her, although clearly struggling. The crowd was on their feet now, cheering for both fighters as they exchanged blows in the center of the ring. Nicola managed to land a solid right hook that sent Luisa staggering back against the ropes, and followed up with a left uppercut that connected with her chin, snapping her head back. As the round drew to a close, both women were showing signs of exhaustion, but Nicola's strength seemed to be holding up better than Luisa's, as she continued to press the attack, landing several more solid shots. The referee stepped in between them as the bell rang, signaling the end of the round. Round 4 The fourth round began with Nicola pressing the attack, landing several quick jabs that kept Luisa at bay. Luisa managed to counter with a sharp right hook, but it lacked the power it had earlier in the fight. Nicola saw her opening and stepped forward, landing a solid left uppercut that snapped Luisa's head back. Nicola's conditioning seemed to be better than Luisa's, and she continued to land solid shots, wearing down her opponent, while Luisa struggled to keep up. Nicola landed a brutal left hook that sent Luisa stumbling against the ropes, and followed it up with a right hook to the body that sent Luisa's legs wobbling. The crowd was on their feet, cheering them on, but it was clear that Nicola was in control of the fight, and she could see she had Luisa where she wanted her, so she continued to push forward, landing more shots, wearing her down, and she landed a powerful right hook that sent Luisa crashing to the mat, and the referee counted over her again, this time Luisa up at 8, but not looking steady, as Nicola stood in front of her, and unloaded punches to Luisa's body and head, making sure there was no chance of a comeback, Luisa staggering backwards, and Nicola took her time, landing more bodyshots, until Luisa's guard dropped, and Nicola landed a final right hook to the jaw, sending Luisa crashing to the mat, and the referee called off the fight, declaring Nicola the winner by knockout. Result: Nicola Roberts knocked out Luisa Zussman in round 4 That was good recovery by Nicola after being floored early, and she’s looking good these days!
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Post by Dave Knowles on May 24, 2024 10:33:15 GMT
Nicola Mimnagh (Unattached) v Alina Vacariu (Romanian Invasion) The air was thick with anticipation and curiosity as the audience filed into the sold-out arena. They came from all walks of life: the high and mighty, the rich and famous, the common folk who had been lucky enough to score a ticket. The stage was set, the lights blazing, the sound of excited chatter filling the cavernous space. And in the center of it all, two women stood side by side, their faces painted with determination and pride. One was Nicola Mimnagh, the other Alina Vacariu. They were both world-renowned celebrity models, but tonight they were about to step out of their comfort zones and into the ring. No, not for a fashion show or a photo shoot. They were here for a good old-fashioned boxing match. As the announcer took the stage, the crowd hushed, their eyes fixed on the two women. "Ladies and gentlemen," he boomed, "are you ready to witness history in the making? Tonight, Scotland's own Nicola Mimnagh goes head-to-head with Romania's Alina Vacariu in a welterweight boxing match!" The roar that echoed through the arena drowned out the rest of his words. The fighters stood in their corners, Nicola dressed in emerald green trunks and a black tank top, Alina in crimson red trunks and a matching sports bra. Their trainers stood beside them, whispering words of encouragement and strategy. Round 1 The referee, a seasoned veteran of the ring himself, called for the bell. With a surge of adrenaline, Nicola and Alina launched themselves at each other, their fists flying. The crowd roared their approval, mesmerized by the sight of these two stunning women throwing powerful punches. Nicola's emerald green trunks flashed as she ducked and weaved, trying to find an opening. Alina's crimson red trunks contrasted sharply against the mat as she pressed the attack, landing several solid jabs to Nicola's midsection, trying to weaken the taller girl, known for her long reach and powerful right hook. Nicola began to settle, using her height to her advantage, landing several clean blows to Alina's face, causing the crowd to gasp as blood trickled down her chin. But Alina was made of tougher stuff, and she refused to go down easily. She ducked beneath another swing from Nicola and countered with a sharp left hook to the body, followed by a swift right cross to the jaw that sent Nicola stumbling backwards, momentarily dazed. Nicola regained her footing, breathing heavily as she glanced at her corner, searching for guidance. Her trainer, a battle-hardened veteran of the ring himself, nodded, urging her to keep fighting. Alina, meanwhile, smiled, feeling the energy of the crowd, knowing she was in her element, and, in the closing seconds of the round, she hit Nicola with a lovely combination of left jabs and a right hook that sent her reeling against the ropes. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and the crowd erupted into cheers as the two fighters returned to their corners. Round 2 The fighters circled each other warily, sizing up their opponent, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Alina landed a quick combination, but Nicola countered with a powerful right hook that sent Alina staggering backwards, then she quickly followed up with a flurry of punches that forced Alina to cover up and clinch for dear life, the referee parting the girls and ordering them to fight clean. Nicola grinned, sensing she was getting on top, but Alina wasn't done yet. She feigned weakness, luring Nicola in with a few half-hearted punches, then, as Nicola began to press the attack, she launched herself forward, ducking beneath a swing and delivering a devastating left hook to Nicola's body. Nicola staggered, her breath whooshing out of her lungs, and Alina pounced, landing a series of furious punches that forced Nicola against the ropes. The crowd roared their approval, urging Alina on as she unleashed a flurry of combinations that had Nicola reeling, her face betraying the hurt she felt, her left eyebrow beginning to swell from the force of Alina's blows, although she refused to go down. As the round drew to a close, Nicola managed to gather herself and land a series of hard jabs, forcing Alina back to the ropes, where she peppered her with body punches until the bell rang. The crowd exploded into cheers as the two fighters returned to their corners, their trainers patting them on the back and whispering words of encouragement. Round 3 As the third round began, they circled each other warily, each girl searching for an opening. Nicola landed a solid jab, but Alina was ready, countering with a sharp right hook that sent Nicola stumbling back against the ropes. The crowd cheered as Alina pressed her advantage, landing a flurry of punches that forced Nicola to cover up and defend herself. Nicola managed to block most of the blows, but Alina's speed and agility were beginning to wear her down, and she hurt the Scottish babe with a lovely right cross, snapping her head to the side. Alina sensed that her opponent was growing tired, and she knew she could win this fight sooner rather than later, if she could just keep up the pressure. She stepped forward and unleashed a barrage of punches, landing several hard shots to Nicola's body, forcing her back against the ropes once again. Nicola's trainer shouted encouragement from the sidelines, but it was clear that she was in trouble. The crowd, sensing a victory for Alina, roared their approval as the Romanian made Nicola stumble, her legs growing wobbly as she gave her a sweet left jab and right hook combination, followed by a flurry of body shots that sent Nicola crumpling to the canvas, and when she got to her feet at 7, she was still a little shabby, and Alina didn't let her rest, landing another hard jab and a left hook that sent Nicola back down to the mat. The referee counted again, with the Scot up again at 7, with just seconds to survive, but Alina didn't give her a chance, landing a final devastating right hook that sent Nicola careening across the ring and crashing into the ropes, and when she fell to the mat, she knew it was over. The referee called the fight, and Alina's arms rose in victory as the crowd erupted in cheers, hailing her as the winner. Result: Alina Vacariu knocked out Nicola Mimnagh in round 3 Alina is another girl really blossoming now, and she surely deserves a better opponent next time she gets into the ring.
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Post by Dave Knowles on May 24, 2024 10:37:21 GMT
Nikki Sanderson (Kears Kats) v Katya Jones (Unattached) The crowd roars in anticipation as the two fighters, British actress Nikki Sanderson and Russian dancer Katya Jones, step into the ring. They are both women of striking beauty, their bodies toned and sculpted to perfection. But it's not their outward appearances that have captured the attention of the sold-out arena; it's the contrasting backgrounds and personalities that make this bout so intriguing. Sanderson, known for her roles in British soap operas, has a girl-next-door charm about her, while Jones, a former principal dancer with the Bolshoi Ballet, exudes an air of elegance and sophistication. As they approach each other, the music swells, and the crowd erupts once more. Nikki, wearing a black lace bikini set, winks at the audience, while Katya, clad in a red satin two-piece, nods respectfully to her opponent. The referee calls for them to touch gloves, and they do so, a moment of brief civility before the onslaught of punches that is about to ensue. Round 1 The opening salvo from Nikki is a flurry of jabs and hooks, aimed at Katya's midsection and face. The Russian dancer, faster on her feet than one might expect, dodges nimbly out of the way, countering with a swift uppercut that glances off Nikki's cheek, leaving a red welt, and a graze from her glove on it. The crowd gasps and then cheers as the fighters exchange jabs, then Katya feints a punch to Nikki's stomach, only to throw a hard right hook to her head. The impact snaps Nikki's head back, and she stumbles momentarily against the ropes. The crowd roars as Katya presses her advantage, throwing a flurry of punches, landing several solid blows to Nikki's body and a couple more to her face, causing more welts to appear. Nikki, however, is no slouch, and manages to land a few good shots of her own, particularly a left hook that connects with Katya's ribs and makes her grunt in pain. Nikki tries to close the distance between them, hoping to use her size and strength to overpower Katya, but the Russian dancer is too quick on her feet. She dances around Nikki, feinting and dodging, then countering with a sharp jab or a well-placed body shot, keeping the British actress at bay. The crowd, sensing a change in momentum, begins to chant Katya's name, urging her on, and she responds with a series of combinations that have Nikki backpedaling toward a corner of the ring, where Katya traps her against the ropes. The Russian dancer lands several hard punches, battering Nikki's body, before throwing a final, powerful uppercut that snaps her head back violently. Nikki stumbles, her knees buckling, but the round is over, and she can regather her senses. Round 2 As the fighters resume, Katya circles around Nikki, sizing her up once more. Nikki, feeling the sting of the blows from the previous round, is more cautious this time, trying to keep her opponent at bay with jabs and blocks. Katya, sensing Nikki's newfound caution, feints a few moves before lunging forward, throwing a flurry of punches that connect with Nikki's arms and sides, but not with enough force to hurt her. Nikki regains her composure and begins to match Katya's speed, landing a few good shots of her own. The crowd, caught up in the action, cheers for both fighters as their moves become faster with Nikki's determination to turn the tide and Katya's unwavering focus on remaining in control, the Russian still landing more shots than the British actress, who is bleeding from the nose now, asKatya seems to find a second wind and begins to dominate once again, landing several solid punches that sting Nikki's already bruised skin. Nikki, desperate to regain the advantage, tries to close the distance between them, but Katya is too quick and evasive. The Russian dancer continues to dance around the ring, feinting and dodging, her movements almost fluid, while Nikki grows more frustrated with each missed punch, as Katya picks her off, measuring her reactions and adjusting her strategy accordingly. Round 3 As the third round begins, Katya once again dances around the ring, feinting and dodging, her long, lean muscles rippling beneath her sweat-soaked tank top. Nikki, determined to follow her coach's advice, presses forward, trying to keep Katya at bay with her jabs and hooks. But no matter how hard she swings, she can't land a solid blow. Katya seems to anticipate every move, her quick feet and agile body allowing her to slip past or duck under Nikki's attacks. The crowd, sensing the tension in the air, begins to chant Katya's name, urging her on. The Russian dancer takes a step back, bouncing lightly on her toes, her gaze fixed on Nikki. She feints with her left hand, drawing Nikki's attention, before throwing a quick right hook that snaps the actress' head back. Nikki stumbles, momentarily dazed, and Katya seizes the opportunity, launching a flurry of punches that force Nikki against the ropes, where again she traps the struggling British actress. Nikki is trying so hard to respond, but the Russian dancer's relentless assault has taken its toll. Nikki tries to raise her arms in defense, but her arms feel like lead as another hard right hook sends her crashing to the mat. The referee counts, reaching 5 before Nikki rolls onto her stomach, and she gets to her feet at 7, blood dribbling from her right eyebrow, her face a mask of pain and determination.Katya, confident in her dominance, circles around Nikki, her expression cool and collected. Nikki, on the other hand, is barely able to stand, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Katya feints with her left hand, drawing Nikki's attention once more, before delivering a sharp jab to the side of her head. Nikki, already weakened, staggers to the side, almost falling again, as the round ends with Katya in control. Round 4 The fourth round begins, and the crowd is on their feet, cheering for both women. Katya glides across the ring, her movements fluid and graceful, while Nikki struggles to keep up, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The Russian dancer feints with her left hand, drawing Nikki's attention before delivering a sharp right hook that snaps the actress' head back. Nikki stumbles, momentarily dazed, but she doesn't go down. Katya takes a step back, bouncing lightly on her toes, her gaze fixed on Nikki. She feints again, this time with her right hand, and as Nikki lunges forward to defend herself, Katya throws a hard left jab that catches her square on the chin. Nikki's head snaps back and she hits the mat hard, her arms and legs flailing helplessly as she struggles to get back up. The referee counts, reaching 5 before Nikki rolls onto her side and forces herself back onto all fours. She looks up at the referee pleadingly, but the fight is far from over. Katya circles around her fallen opponent, her expression calm and confident. She watches as Nikki struggles to regain her footing, her body bruised and bloodied from the punishment she's taken. The Russian dancer feints once more, drawing Nikki's attention with a sharp movement, before delivering a final, crushing blow that sends the British actress crumpling to the mat once more. The referee counts, reaching 8 before Nikki gets up this time, the poor girl getting worked over by the relentless Russian dancer. The bell rings to end the round, and surely Nikki won't last much longer. Round 5 It's round five, and the crowd is on their feet, roaring their approval as Katya circles around the ring. The Russian dancer is in complete control, her movements sharp and precise, while Nikki struggles to stay upright. Katya feints with her left hand, drawing Nikki's attention before delivering a hard right hook that sends the British actress stumbling backwards. Nikki tries to regain her composure, but another swift jab to the ribs has her doubling over in pain. Katya follows up with a left hook that snaps Nikki's head back, and then another, and another, until Nikki collapses to the mat, her arms and legs flailing helplessly. The referee counts, reaching 8 again as she bravely gets up for a fourth time, but it's clear that she has nothing left in her. Katya mercilessly continues her assault, landing some stinging jabs, and then a powerful right cross that sends Nikki spinning to the mat once more. The referee begins her count, but this time it's too late. Nikki can't get up, and the fight is over. Result: Katya Jones knocked out Nikki Sanderson in round 5 Once again, Katya has made a statement, but will she get the title shot she deserves without management?
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Post by Dave Knowles on May 24, 2024 10:40:08 GMT
Perrie Edwards (Frankies Foxes) v Miley Cyrus (Global Boxing Syndicate) The stage was set in a neon-lit arena, its walls adorned with posters of the two glorious girls who would soon grace its surface. The crowd, a sea of eager faces lit up by the flashing lights and pulsating music, roared with excitement as they waited for their divine empresses to make their grand entrance. The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, filling the air with a mixture of hype and anticipation. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Are you ready to rumble? Tonight, we have a real treat in store for you all! In the red corner, hailing all the way from England, with a voice that could shatter glass and a figure that could stop a man in his tracks, please give it up for Perrie Edwards!" The crowd went wild, screaming and whistling as a spotlight shone down on the entrance. There she was, standing tall and confident, her long legs encased in shimmering red lingerie that hugged her curvy figure perfectly. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her emerald green eyes sparkled with determination. She blew a kiss to the crowd, her pouty lips curling into a sultry smile that sent shivers down the spines of every man in the arena. Next, the announcer turned his attention to the other corner. "And in the blue corner, all the way from America, with a voice that could soothe the savage beast and a figure that could make angels weep with envy, please welcome with open arms, Miley Cyrus!" The crowd went wild again as a spotlight shone down on the entrance. There she was, sashaying confidently towards the center of the ring, her long legs encased in a shimmering blue lingerie that hugged her curvaceous figure perfectly. Her raven black hair flowed freely down her back, and her piercing blue eyes gleamed with determination. She winked at Perrie, letting her know that tonight would be a fight to remember. The two divas circled around each other, sizing each other up. Perrie, ever the show-off, did a little twirl, her hips swiveling seductively. Miley smiled, unimpressed, and raised her fists in challenge. The referee stepped between them, shouting, "Alright, ladies! No more of that! Are you both ready to fight?" Round 1 Both girls nodded, their eyes locked on each other. The crowd roared their approval as the bell rang. The two singers danced around the ring, feinting and dodging, searching for an opening. Perrie landed a sharp jab to Miley's midsection, making her grunt. In retaliation, Miley threw a powerful right hook that sent Perrie staggering backwards. Perrie recovered quickly, her emerald eyes narrowing as she focused on her opponent. She launched a series of quick jabs and then followed up with a solid right hook that connected solidly with Miley's jaw. The crowd gasped as Miley stumbled backwards, her legs nearly giving out from under her, but she managed to maintain her balance. The two singers circled around each other once more, breathing heavily from the exertion. Their eyes darted back and forth, looking for an opening. Suddenly, Miley darted forward, her legs pumping as she threw a flurry of punches at Perrie's head and body. Perrie blocked most of them, but a few managed to land, making her wince. She countered with a left hook to Miley's liver, followed by a sharp right hand to her ribs, forcing Miley to stagger back against the ropes, but Miley bounced back, throwing a powerful right cross that caught Perrie off guard and sent her reeling across the ring, with Miley landing a neat left jab to the face for good measure. Perrie landed a series of rapid-fire punches that had Miley backpedaling, but then Miley countered with another right cross that connected solidly with Perrie's chin, sending her flying across the ring again. Perrie was backed into the ropes, wincing in pain. Miley stood in front of her her, taunting her with a smirk. "Come on, Perrie," she mocked, "you can do better than that!" Miley ducked under a wild swing from Perrie and lunged forward, landing a solid right hook to Perrie's ribs. Perrie grunted in pain but didn't go down. She countered with a left uppercut that caught Miley off guard, sending her staggering backwards, but she regained her balance just as Perrie threw another combination, each punch landing sharply against her guard. The referee stepped between them, breaking up the exchange and reminding them that the first round was over. As they returned to their corners, the crowd was on their feet, cheering and chanting for both singers. Perrie wiped the sweat from her brow, glaring at Miley as she leaned against the ropes, breathing heavily. Miley smiled back, nodding slightly in acknowledgement. Round 2 The bell rang for the second round, and they both moved back into the center of the ring, their eyes locked on each other, the tension thick in the air. They danced around each other for several moments, each trying to read the other's movements, searching for an opening. Miley lunged forward, throwing a quick combination of jabs and hooks that forced Perrie back against the ropes, but Perrie countered with a sharp uppercut that caught Miley off guard and sent her staggering. The crowd erupted into cheers as both girls traded blows, each landing their fair share of solid punches. Perrie managed to get Miley against the ropes again, and she unleashed a flurry of punches, but Miley blocked most of them and managed to land a few of her own, snapping Perrie's head back with a solid right hook, then following up with a left hook to the body that sent Perrie reeling. Miley threw a jab that Perrie easily blocked, then lunged forward with a right hook that Perrie ducked under. She countered with a left jab that glanced off Miley's shoulder, and then followed up with a right cross that landed solidly on Miley's chin. The impact sent Miley stumbling backwards, and Perrie moved in for the kill, landing a series of hard punches that had Miley on the defensive. Miley managed to land a few punches of her own, but it was clear that Perrie had gained the upper hand, although Miley was still far from beaten, and she hurt Perrie with a powerful left hook to the liver. The round came to an end with both girls hurting and battered, but Perrie appeared to have the advantage. Round 3 The third round began, and Perrie came out strong, throwing a series of punches that had Miley backing up against the ropes. Miley managed to block most of them, but Perrie followed up with a sharp uppercut that connected solidly with Miley's chin. Miley winced in pain but didn't go down. She countered with a hook to Perrie's side, which hurt her, then feinted a left jab and then quickly followed up with a right hook, catching Perrie off guard and sending her stumbling backwards. Perrie regained her balance and threw a combination of punches, but Miley ignored them, and instead, focused on landing one hard punch after another, each one snapping Perrie's head back and forcing her to take a step back, Perrie now cut along her left cheekbone, her nose starting to bleed as well, as Miley began to find her rhythm. Perrie tried to focus on landing a big punch, but each time she threw one, Miley easily dodged it or blocked it. Growing frustrated, Perrie began to throw wild punches, many of which missed their mark entirely. Miley took advantage of this, landing several punches of her own, harder and more accurate, and she was beginning to wear Perrie down as she worked the Brit towards a corner of the ring, and battered her body. The round ended with Perrie against the ropes, her face a mask of blood and pain, her body aching all over from the punishment Miley had dished out. She had taken a beating, but she hadn't given up yet. She knew she had to find a way to turn the tide in the next round, or it would be all over for her. Round 4 The fourth round began, and Perrie needed a miracle to turn things around. She circled around Miley, trying to avoid any more punishment, but Miley was relentless, closing the distance between them with each step. Perrie threw a quick jab that glanced off Miley's shoulder, but then Miley caught her with a sharp right hook to the side of her head, sending her stumbling backwards. Miley followed up with a flurry of punches, driving Perrie against the ropes, her body aching from the impact of each blow. Perrie managed to block most of them, but she couldn't last forever, and it was clear that Miley was starting to work her over again. As Miley stepped back, panting heavily, Perrie saw her opening, and she lunged forward, throwing a combination of left jabs and right hooks that caught Miley off guard. Miley staggered back under the onslaught, and Perrie pressed her advantage, landing several more hard blows before Miley managed to regain her composure and counter with a left hook that sent Perrie spinning across the ring. Perrie managed to stay on her feet, but she knew she couldn't take another hit like that, and so did Miley, who circled around her warily, waiting for the perfect moment to finish her off, Perrie not moving very fluently now, barely throwing any punches as Miley popped her head back with solid straight punches, landing one solid jab after another, punishing Perrie's body as she moved her around the ring. The fight was almost over, and Miley could feel the victory within her grasp, but she didn't want to rush it, not yet. There was still time to toy with Perrie, to make her suffer a little more before she finally put her away. Round 5 The fifth round began, and Perrie knew she was in trouble. Her body ached from the beating she'd taken, and she could barely stand up straight. Miley, on the other hand, seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. She circled around Perrie, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, as if she could already taste victory. Perrie tried to throw a jab, but it was weak and ineffectual. Miley easily blocked it and countered with a hard left hook to the side of Perrie's head. Perrie stumbled backwards, trying to regain her balance, but Miley was relentless. She followed up with a flurry of punches, landing each one with deadly precision. Perrie could feel herself being driven back against the ropes, her arms beginning to drop, her defenses crumbling. Miley stepped back, panting heavily, her fists still raised in a fighting stance. She surveyed the battered form of Perrie before her, and for a moment, she almost felt sorry for her. Almost. This was a fight, after all, and there could only be one winner. She circled around Perrie once more, watching as the younger girl struggled to remain on her feet. Perrie threw a wild right hook that missed its mark entirely, and in that moment, Miley saw her opening. She darted forward, landing a sharp left jab to Perrie's already battered ribs. Perrie winced in pain, but she didn't go down. Miley followed up with a right hook that sent Perrie staggering backwards, her legs buckling, and for a brief moment, Miley thought she had her. But Perrie was tougher than she looked, and with a grunt of determination, she forced herself to carry on, and even managed to land a few weak punches of her own, before the bell ended the round. Round 6 The sixth round began, and Miley could see the fire in Perrie's eyes. The girl was hurt, yes, but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Miley had to finish this quickly, before Perrie could gather enough strength to mount a real challenge. She circled around her, looking for an opening, and when she found it, she lunged forward, landing a solid left hook to Perrie's body, followed by a right cross that snapped her head back. Perrie staggered, but she didn't go down. She was tougher than Miley had given her credit for. Determination flashed in her eyes as she threw a wild punch that missed its mark. Miley ducked under it and then landed a sharp left jab straight to Perrie's mouth, making her lips bleed, then followed up with a right uppercut that sent her reeling back against the ropes. Perrie struggled to stay on her feet, her vision blurred from the blow, and Miley grinned as she saw the girl's will beginning to crumble. With one final surge of energy, Perrie managed to throw one last desperate punch, but Miley easily dodged it and countered with a devastating combination that finally sent Perrie to the mat. The referee quickly moved in to count her out, and as Perrie lay there, gasping for air, Miley raised her arms in victory. Result: Miley Cyrus knocked out Perrie Edwards in round 6 Miley is going to have a series of fights in the BBU, to try to regain full fitness and return to FCBA, and this was a decent start.
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