Post by girlsfriday on Sept 25, 2024 8:28:27 GMT
Jamie Pang vs. Novita Lam (BBU Debut)
(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)
Jamie:
(31, 5’5, 2:0 BBU, DRAGONs)
Novita:
(30, 5’6, BBU Debut, Free Agent)
Tale of the Tape:
Jamie Pang: Novita Lam:
Age:
30 28
Height:
5'5" 5'4"
Weight:
125 lbs 130 lbs
Reach:
64" 63"
Record (FCBA):
9:6 Nil
Record (BBU):
4:0 Debut
Fighting Style:
Speed, agility, precision Power, strength, aggressive
Stance:
Orthodox Orthodox
Notable Victories:
Defeated Queenie Sia N/A
Attributes
Quick footwork, endurance, relentless pressure
Strong physique, knockout power, physicality
BEFORE:
Jamie Pang and Novita Lam enter the stage for their pre-fight press conference, the two Singaporean influencers competing for the spotlight, though the contrast between them is immediately clear. Jamie, coming off her victory against Queenie Sia, is shorter and leaner, her athleticism and agility honed from previous fights. Novita, making her debut today, is slightly shorter, with a more muscular, bulkier frame from her fitness influencer background.
As the two fighters take their seats, there’s a brief moment of silence before Novita leans into the mic with a confident smirk. “Let’s get one thing clear,” she says, her voice steady and dripping with certainty. “I might be making my debut, but I’m no rookie when it comes to competition. I’m stronger, hungrier, and I’ve got the power to beat the stuffing out of Jamie.”
The words immediately get a reaction from Jamie, who narrows her eyes. “Power’s nothing if you can’t land a hit,” she retorts. “Novita might think she’s tough, but this isn’t a gym. She doesn’t know what it’s like in the ring. Queenie thought the same thing, and look where that got her.”
Novita scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Please. You’ve been picking off weaklings. Queenie was just a warm-up routine for you. But I’m on another level. I’ve been training with the best in the business, and when I hit you, Jamie, you won’t be getting back up.”
The audience senses the rising tension, both women glaring at each other, ready to prove themselves on the sand. The contrast in their physiques is stark as they both stand up for the traditional staredown. Jamie, lean and toned, stands face to face with the taller Novita, who flexes unsubtly, emphasizing her bulk. The microphone catches the newcomer’s taunting whisper: “You sure you want to go through with this? You might regret it.”
Jamie, undeterred, steps up, their faces inches apart. “We’ll see who’s regretting what when I’m walking away with another win.” The tension finally breaks as officials step in, pulling the two apart before things escalate further. Both women take their seats again, but it’s clear that there’s no love lost between them.
Later, the beach setting is serene, as both women step into the ring, their bare feet sinking slightly into the soft sand. The ropes creak as they push through the strands, their gazes fixed on each other the entire time. Jamie, with her lean and fit build, dons a sleek black bikini top that highlights her defined midsection and sharp, athletic lines. Her denim hot pants hug her hips tightly, while her red gloves contrast brightly with the rest of her outfit. As she bounces lightly on her toes, throwing quick, practice jabs into the air, her eyes never leave Novita.
In stark contrast, Novita stands at her corner, her stockier frame gleaming under the late afternoon sun. She’s wearing a bold orange bikini top that showcases her fitness model physique, her wide shoulders and sculpted arms making her look all the more intimidating. The blue shorts she’s chosen to wear cling tightly to her powerful thighs, and her white gloves are strapped tightly, ready to unleash the strength she’s been training with, while abs ripple as she bounces on her feet, her biceps flexing slightly.
Despite this being her debut, there’s no trace of nerves on Novita’s face—only sheer confidence, knowing that her fitness background and rigorous training regimen have prepared her for this moment. Rumors have already begun swirling among the ringside pundits, spreading like wildfire through the beach crowd: apparently, during a sparring session not long ago, Novita had Jamie in trouble, landing a crushing blow that knocked her out cold. Though it was a sparring session, the thought of the rookie potentially having Jamie’s number adds another layer of tension to this bout.
As the fighters stand in their corners, bouncing and shifting from foot to foot, their eyes lock once more. Neither girl is backing down. Jamie, despite the rumors, looks determined to prove that she’s still the better fighter, while Novita’s smirk only seems to grow with every passing second, as though she knows what’s coming.
“Let’s see how long you last,” Novita taunts across the ring, her voice carrying over the quiet beach, drawing even more murmurs from the crowd.
Jamie, unbothered, responds with a focused glare, tightening her gloves one last time before stepping forward, awaiting the bell. The referee raises their hand, signaling the start. And HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1:
The bell rings, and both fighters immediately charge at each other, wasting no time in testing the waters. They march forward with adrenaline pumping, fists already in motion. The first few seconds are a blur of leather as they both begin throwing heavy hooks at each other’s faces and bodies, neither willing to give ground. The beach crowd ROARS in approval, surprised by the intensity straight from the get-go.
Jamie, with her speed and experience, starts with a few quick jabs, trying to establish her range and precision, but the debutante shows no fear, stepping into the pocket with her muscular frame and swinging wide, heavy hooks already ramming into Jamie’s torso, her gloves slamming into ribs and sides with nasty whumps. Jamie grimaces as she feels the blows, but responds immediately with her own counter-hook to Novita’s cheek—pow!—snapping her head to the side. The crowd oohs at the sound of the hit, but Novita, to her credit, shrugs it off, digging her feet into the sand and firing back with another looping hook aimed at the body. This back-and-forth continues, both women absorbing punishment and giving it right back. Jamie, relying on her agility, tries to slip and weave away from the heavier hits, but Lam’s strength begins to shine through, her stockier frame making it difficult for Jamie to avoid the full brunt of her punches.
Midway through the round, they find themselves in a clinch, bodies pressed close, arms locked around each other’s shoulders, each trying to gain the upper hand. Both fighters are panting hard from the intense exchange, but Novita, using her strength, keeps shoving Jamie backward, pushing her off balance. She ain’t used to this brawling, unorthodox warfare, and before Pang can fully recover, Lam steps in with a hard, body-thudding hook to her waistline—whudd—driving the air from her lungs. Jamie winces but immediately digs deep and fires back with an uppercut to Novita’s chin—crack—the impact snapping her head back slightly. But Novita, her adrenaline spiking, barely acknowledges the hit as she barrels forward again, shocking her with a barrage of body shots, rocking her back further. Novita’s visibly taking control in the final minute of the round, using her superior power to keep Jamie on the back foot. Every punch seems to drive her further back toward the ropes, her breathing becoming more labored as she tries to fend off the more aggressive woman. Jamie, still showing grit, fires off a few straight jabs to the face, but Lam absorbs the hits, walking through them as she presses in.
As the round comes to a close, the crowd is on their feet, impressed by the intensity. Novita, emboldened by her success, pushes Jamie back again with a final hook to the ribs just before the bell—thud—making her stumble slightly as she tries to steady herself. The referee steps in to separate the two fighters, and it’s clear that while the round was closely contested, the newcomer’s strength and aggression have allowed her to edge out her opponent. Jamie walks back to her corner, her face set in determination, knowing she’ll need to adjust her game plan to deal with this latest development.
ROUND 2:
Lam, buoyed by her success in the opening round, charges out of her corner! She’s already found her rhythm, and she’s determined to press her advantage. Pang, however, is no stranger to adversity, her face set in focused determination as she braces herself for the onslaught. Once again, Novita wastes no time, immediately targeting the body, her gloves thudding hard into the sides of ribs and stomach. Each shot lands with wild power and a whudd, thud, whack, and Jamie grimaces and struggles to keep her guard up. For the first two minutes, Novita’s bullying her back, driving her toward the ropes with thudding shots. Pang, trying to slip and weave, counter back, manages to avoid a few of the more powerful punches, but Novita’s aggression is hard to contain. She keeps her opponent on the defensive, working both her head and body with a mixture of hooks and crosses, her gloves snapping into her sides and occasionally clipping her chin.
By the midpoint of the round, it looks like Novita might run away with it. She pushes forward, ramming a particularly hard hook inwards to connect with Jamie’s solar plexus—whump—that forces her to double over slightly, gasping for air as the punch digs deep into her core. Novita, sensing victory, goes for another hook, aiming at her ribs. But just when the momentum seems all in her favor, Pang digs deep. In the final minute, with her back almost against the ropes, she counters—throwing a sudden, sharp cross that nails Novita to the face—wham--stunning her opponent briefly. Lam looks dazed but still manages to fire off a wild hook, which Pang slips under and drives a straight right into her exposed belly—whudd—the punch sinking deep into her midsection. This time, Novita gasps out loud, her body lurching, and Jamie quickly follows up with a series of fast jabs to her face, peppering her with punches to push her back instead!
Suddenly, it’s Novita on the defensive, her arms coming up to protect her head as Jamie unleashes a flurry of body shots, targeting her ribs and abs with vengeance. Each blow lands off her torso and arms with a satisfying thwack, forcing Lam to retreat toward the ropes. As the round comes to an end, Pang finishes strong, her fists working overtime, her speed and aggression finally paying off, as her face twists with rage at ever allowing this newcomer to outbox her. Finally, the referee steps in as the bell rings, and Novita, though clearly still in the fight, slumps into the ropes, looking winded and slightly stunned. Despite her early dominance, it’s Pang who manages to steal the final minute, leaving the round much closer than it appeared at the start!
ROUND 3:
Lam takes a deep breath and rushes forward, wasting no time, her gloves already cocked and ready to swing toward Jamie’s torso. She’s boasted about her power and strength before, and means to make good on that promise to absolutely dominante! It’s a non-stop barrage of punches aimed at her opponent’s body, the sound of leather on skin whap whap whap as she looks to break Pang down early. But this time, Jamie is ready. With her guard tight and her feet firmly planted in the sand, she blocks the worst of the onslaught, her arms lowered and absorbing the hits while her torso braces for the impact. And Novita, sensing that she’s not getting through, begins to punch wilder, desperate to land something significant.
And that’s where Jamie Pang strikes. Waiting for the perfect moment, she slips under a wild hook, weaving to the side and immediately countering with a sharp hook of her own to the side of Novita’s face—crack! Lam’s head snaps to the side, her eyes widening in shock as the blow lands flush on the cheek, the punch visibly stunning her as her head returns to face her foe. And Jamie, snarling with confidence, steps in and follows up with a straight right hand to her chin—pow!—sending her stumbling backward! Ouff!! Lam’s inexperience is beginning to show, as Jamie begins to hammer her with a barrage of punches. Hooks and crosses slam into Lam’s face, her head snapping left and right as she desperately tries to cover up, but can’t quite rely on her rookie defenses. The sand shifts beneath their feet, and every time Novita tries to plant herself and retaliate, Jamie is there first, slamming a quick punch to her face to disrupt her balance. By the final minute, Novita is visibly floundering, her once-powerful frame now hunched over as she’s backed into a corner against the ropes, her hands hovering and up, desperately trying to block the incoming punishment.
And with Novita’s back pinned against the ropes, Jamie gets in close, throwing brutal uppercuts and hooks into her foe’s body—whudd, whump, whack—each shot sinking deep into Lam’s belly and torso as payback for earlier. Novita grunts with each impact, her abs trembling as she’s forced to absorb, her arms hanging loosely at her sides, trying to protect her midsection, but Jamie’s fists slip through the gaps or forces them apart with brute strength, delivering blow after blow that leaves her gasping for air. As Novita’s body folds over another uppercut to the navel, Jamie alternates her attack, firing off sharp hooks to her face, knocking her head back with every hit. Crack! Thud! Crack!—the sound of gloves finding their mark echoes across the beach, and the crowd roars in approval as Novita’s head snaps back violently over the turnpost, her eyes glazing over from the punishment.
Then, with Novita barely able to defend herself, Jamie shifts her focus back to the body. She buries her gloves deep into the pit of her stomach, pounding away with close-ranged uppercuts that sink into her belly flesh—whump, whudd—forcing Lam to sag even further into the ropes, her body winded and gasping. As the round draws to a close, it’s Pang who stands tall, her fists mercilessly working over her opponent. Bell rings and the image of Lam, slumped and winded against the ropes, her face swollen and her belly bruised, is a stark contrast to the confident debutante who entered the ring rounds ago. Jamie, on the other hand, looks fierce and dominant, her control of the round absolute. She knows she’s got Novita in serious trouble as they prepare for the next round.
ROUND 4:
Lam looks visibly weakened, her body showing signs of the punishment she’s already absorbed. Yet, she stubbornly pushes forward, unwilling to back down, even as her legs seem to tremble under her weight. Her bruised ribs and battered belly are clearly slowing her down, but she’s determined not to go down without a fight. Pang, on the other hand, is like a predator who knows her prey is cornered. There’s a gleam of smug satisfaction in her eyes as she stalks forward. Her lean, fit frame is hugged by her black bikini that gleams under the sun, as she first feints left, then slams a right hook into Novita’s side with a whap! Novita gasps, her arms instinctively dropping to her sides to protect her already aching midsection, but this just leaves her more open. Jamie pivots and sends another vicious uppercut into the center of Lam’s belly—thuddd—her glove sinking deep into her abs, forcing a breathless groan from the shorter woman. Sensing the end, Jamie doesn’t back off. Instead, she steps in closer, and with a quick shove of forearms to the chest and neck, she pins Novita against the ropes, her body tight against her opponent’s, their skin gliding over each other, both surfaces slick with sweat. Jamie’s hips and pelvis press firmly into Novita’s, pinning her in place, their legs tangled and wrestling against each other. The intimate contact makes it impossible for Novita to push away, her smaller frame trapped as Jamie presses forward,, keeping her caged against the ropes.
Both women are panting now, their breaths coming in short gasps. Novita’s chest heaves against the pressure, her belly pulsing as she struggles to catch her breath, her abs trembling with every shallow inhale, while Jamie’s stomach, toned and firm, presses against her own, each exhale pushing her body harder into her opponent’s. Meanwhile, Pang’s forearms are braced against her shoulders, preventing her from squirming free. Still, Novita’s arms flail briefly, trying to push her assailant off, but the taller fighter has already snaked one of her arms around her neck, pulling her even tighter into her embrace, and her back into the ropes. The sand shifts beneath their feet as they struggle for control, but Novita’s strength is all but sapped, made worse by Jamie’s short, sharp punches delivered to her tummy—whap, thud, whack—each shot driving deeper into her already bruised belly. Pang leans in close, her lips brushing against her ear as she delivers each bruising punch.. “Knocked me out, huh?” Pang hisses low and dangerous. “Gonna be your turn to kiss the canvas.” Novita can only groan in response, her abs twitching with each breath, the muscles flexing and straining under the pressure, but there’s nothing she can do to escape. Jamie’s hipbones dig into hers, and with each inhale, her body presses tighter, their bellies brushing and rubbing against each other for dominance. For a moment, Novita’s face is shoved sideways against the ropes, her cheek pressed hard into the fabric as Jamie even grinds her hips into her to keep her pinned, while Lam’s chest heaves back, her breaths shallow and labored, her arms hanging limply by her foe’s shoulders and sides.
Finally, at the bell, the referee steps in, pulling Jamie off, and ordering her to return to her corner. Jamie, her face twisted into a triumphant grin, raises her hands in mock surrender, but not before giving Novita a final shove, pushing her head back against the ropes one last time for good measure. As Novita slumps slightly against the ropes, gasping for air, her body shows the full extent of the punishment. Her belly, red and swollen from the repeated body shots, trembles with each breath, while her legs quiver beneath her. The referee warns Jamie about her antics, but she barely acknowledges him, strutting confidently back to her corner, knowing full well that she’s broken her opponent’s will.
ROUND 5:
Pang marches across the ring, eyes locked on a battered and visibly winded Lam, who having barely recovered from the last round, stumbles forward with her guard still up, but it’s clear she’s struggling. Her body is bruised and aching, her ribs and belly still red from the pounding she’s taken. Still, she gamely raises her gloves, trying to fight back. But Jamie isn’t giving her any room to breathe. She steps in fast, throwing a lightning-fast left hook that slams into her ribs with a whack—the impact sending a ripple through Lam’s body, and a gasp from her lips, her guard dropping just slightly as the pain radiates through her side. And this just gives Pang the confidence to POUNCE! She launches another vicious combination of hooks and uppercuts, her fists hammering into her fellow SIngaorean’s body with a thud, thwack, whump—each blow sinking deeper into Lam’s already bruised abs. Novita’s body jerks with each punch, folded over, backtracking, her muscles trembling as they struggle to hold firm and survive this round.
Desperation flashes across Novita’s face as she tries to back away, but Jamie gives her no quarter. She steps in close, ramming a right hook into her face, before another catches her on the side of her navel with a whudd—the punch folds Novita over her glove as she gasps for air. Her mouth hangs open, eyes wide, as her breath is driven from her lungs in one agonizing burst. And here comes the finishing blow! Pang steadies her balance and PIVOTS -- cocks her fist back and delivers a devastating uppercut, her glove crashing into the base of Novita’s chin with a loud crack! OUFF! The force of the punch snaps Lam’s head back, her eyes rolling as her body goes limp! DOWN SHE GOES, with Novita collapsing to the canvas, her legs giving out beneath her as she crumples in a heap and lies spreadeagled upon the sand!! The crowd ERUPTS as Jamie Pang stands tall, watching as the referee begins and ends the count, with Lam still lying motionless on the sand, her chest rising and falling shallowly, with little other movement! The referee quickly waves his arms overhead, signaling this fight is OVER!!
Official Result: Jamie Pang defeats Novita Lam via KO5!
AFTER:
Pang revels in her victory, strutting around the ring, her arms raised in triumph. The cheers from the crowd wash over her as she soaks in the glory of another dominant win, her lean, toned body gleaming under the sunlight. Lam, meanwhile, stirs on the canvas, still dazed from the knockout punch that ended the fight. Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths, but her eyes are still shut and head lolling side to side, wondering what kind of freight truck rammed into her.
Pang is usually demure and restrained, but this time, something inside her snaps, and there’s a fierce glint in her eyes as the adrenaline courses through her veins isn’t satisfied with a simple knockout. She wants to cement her dominance, to leave no doubt in anyone’s mind about who the better fighter is. Without hesitation, she storms back across the ring toward Novita.
Lam, still shaky, barely has time to react before Jamie’s on her, grabbing her by the arms and hair and hauling her to her feet with a rough yank. The victor’s gloves wrap tightly around her head and shoulders, pulling her up and shoving her backward toward the ropes. Lam’s eyes widen in shock, but her body is too weakened to fight back at first. Once again, she’s pressed against the ropes, with Jamie’s body pinning her in place as the crowd gasps, unsure of what’s going to happen next..
“Not so tough now, huh?” Pang whispers, her face just inches away from hers, with sweat dripping from both their brows. “That little sparring session where you knocked me out? That’s not happening again. Ever.”
At first, Novita looks defeated, her eyes still dazed, her body sagging with every passing second. But then, something changes. Defiance flashes in her eyes, her body tensing up from the realization of her defeat. Suddenly, her breathing steadies, and slowly, a spark of resistance flares within her. Just as Jamie pulls a fist back to deliver a crushing blow to her belly,, without warning, she strikes back--
Lam cocks her fist and drills a vicious uppercut into her exposed navel instead—whudd! Her glove penetrates deep into her relaxed belly, the punch catching her completely off guard. The force of the blow sinks into core, with Jamie’s once-taut abs momentarily yielding under the unexpected attack. Her reaction is immediate. Pang’s body jerks forward, her breath caught in her throat as her mouth opens wide in a shocked gasp—“Ughh!” Her eyes widen in stunned disbelief, the punch cutting through her like a knife. She doubles over, her arms slackening around Novita’s head, her body reacting to the sudden, sharp pain radiating from her midsection. Her belly contracts involuntarily, the muscles spasming as they struggle to brace against the blow, but Novita’s fist is still embedded deep, pressing firmly into her navel.
The damage is done. Pang tries to pull away, her arms clutching her midsection, her stomach still throbbing, but Novita, though clearly still battered, lunges forward and wraps her own arms and gloves around Jamie’s head and shoulders, wrestling the victorious girl about with surprising aggression. Pang, still stunned from the vicious uppercut to her belly, tries to resist, but this time, her body isn’t cooperating.
This time, Novita’s grip tightens, her gloves wrapped around and digging into her shoulders, pulling her close. Their bodies are pressed together again, but this time, it’s Lam in control. “You were saying something, dear?” Novita sneers, her breath hot against Jamie’s ear. “Guess that sparring knockout wasn’t a fluke after all.” The words are laced with venom, taunting and mocking, and Jamie, despite her pain, glares defiantly back.
Then, with Novita’s grip still firm, she pulls her in close, wrenching her into position, and begins her own relentless assault: the first punch lands with a solid whump as her glove sinks deep into Jamie’s pulsing stomach, her glove burrowing into the muscles surrounding her navel. Jamie gasps out loud, her entire body jolting, as her toned abs, normally so solid and braced, tremble and compress under the force.
Another punch lands—whuddd—right in the center of her navel, forcing her to double over more. And Novita doesn’t stop there, continuing to pummel the same spot over and over, each punch driven deeper into the packed and pulsing muscles, her glove sinking into the trembling flesh.
With each punch, she folds over more and more, her body slowly giving in to the pain. Novita’s fist buries itself into her navel again, and her knees finally buckle. Her legs give out beneath her as she COLLAPSES to the canvas, sinking down to her knees with a soft thud.
Jamie’s head hangs low, her arms draped weakly at her sides as she struggles to catch her breath, her belly now a bruised, throbbing mess. Her face is a mask of pain and exhaustion, her body quivering with each shallow breath she manages to take. Novita, standing tall above her, sneers down at her fallen rival, holding her steady by the hair, taking a few more teasing shots across her face, fully relishing the moment.
But before Lam can continue her punishment, the referee and ring officials rush in, quickly stepping between the two fighters. They pull Novita away, separating her from Jamie, who remains on her knees, gasping for air, her arms instinctively wrapped around her bruised midsection.
As the officials guide Novita back to her corner, she throws one last taunting look over her shoulder, her chest heaving with exertion but her expression triumphant: the tables have turned, and it’s clear that she’s made her mark on not just the BBU, but her opponent tonight!
(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)
Jamie:
(31, 5’5, 2:0 BBU, DRAGONs)
Novita:
(30, 5’6, BBU Debut, Free Agent)
Tale of the Tape:
Jamie Pang: Novita Lam:
Age:
30 28
Height:
5'5" 5'4"
Weight:
125 lbs 130 lbs
Reach:
64" 63"
Record (FCBA):
9:6 Nil
Record (BBU):
4:0 Debut
Fighting Style:
Speed, agility, precision Power, strength, aggressive
Stance:
Orthodox Orthodox
Notable Victories:
Defeated Queenie Sia N/A
Attributes
Quick footwork, endurance, relentless pressure
Strong physique, knockout power, physicality
BEFORE:
Jamie Pang and Novita Lam enter the stage for their pre-fight press conference, the two Singaporean influencers competing for the spotlight, though the contrast between them is immediately clear. Jamie, coming off her victory against Queenie Sia, is shorter and leaner, her athleticism and agility honed from previous fights. Novita, making her debut today, is slightly shorter, with a more muscular, bulkier frame from her fitness influencer background.
As the two fighters take their seats, there’s a brief moment of silence before Novita leans into the mic with a confident smirk. “Let’s get one thing clear,” she says, her voice steady and dripping with certainty. “I might be making my debut, but I’m no rookie when it comes to competition. I’m stronger, hungrier, and I’ve got the power to beat the stuffing out of Jamie.”
The words immediately get a reaction from Jamie, who narrows her eyes. “Power’s nothing if you can’t land a hit,” she retorts. “Novita might think she’s tough, but this isn’t a gym. She doesn’t know what it’s like in the ring. Queenie thought the same thing, and look where that got her.”
Novita scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Please. You’ve been picking off weaklings. Queenie was just a warm-up routine for you. But I’m on another level. I’ve been training with the best in the business, and when I hit you, Jamie, you won’t be getting back up.”
The audience senses the rising tension, both women glaring at each other, ready to prove themselves on the sand. The contrast in their physiques is stark as they both stand up for the traditional staredown. Jamie, lean and toned, stands face to face with the taller Novita, who flexes unsubtly, emphasizing her bulk. The microphone catches the newcomer’s taunting whisper: “You sure you want to go through with this? You might regret it.”
Jamie, undeterred, steps up, their faces inches apart. “We’ll see who’s regretting what when I’m walking away with another win.” The tension finally breaks as officials step in, pulling the two apart before things escalate further. Both women take their seats again, but it’s clear that there’s no love lost between them.
Later, the beach setting is serene, as both women step into the ring, their bare feet sinking slightly into the soft sand. The ropes creak as they push through the strands, their gazes fixed on each other the entire time. Jamie, with her lean and fit build, dons a sleek black bikini top that highlights her defined midsection and sharp, athletic lines. Her denim hot pants hug her hips tightly, while her red gloves contrast brightly with the rest of her outfit. As she bounces lightly on her toes, throwing quick, practice jabs into the air, her eyes never leave Novita.
In stark contrast, Novita stands at her corner, her stockier frame gleaming under the late afternoon sun. She’s wearing a bold orange bikini top that showcases her fitness model physique, her wide shoulders and sculpted arms making her look all the more intimidating. The blue shorts she’s chosen to wear cling tightly to her powerful thighs, and her white gloves are strapped tightly, ready to unleash the strength she’s been training with, while abs ripple as she bounces on her feet, her biceps flexing slightly.
Despite this being her debut, there’s no trace of nerves on Novita’s face—only sheer confidence, knowing that her fitness background and rigorous training regimen have prepared her for this moment. Rumors have already begun swirling among the ringside pundits, spreading like wildfire through the beach crowd: apparently, during a sparring session not long ago, Novita had Jamie in trouble, landing a crushing blow that knocked her out cold. Though it was a sparring session, the thought of the rookie potentially having Jamie’s number adds another layer of tension to this bout.
As the fighters stand in their corners, bouncing and shifting from foot to foot, their eyes lock once more. Neither girl is backing down. Jamie, despite the rumors, looks determined to prove that she’s still the better fighter, while Novita’s smirk only seems to grow with every passing second, as though she knows what’s coming.
“Let’s see how long you last,” Novita taunts across the ring, her voice carrying over the quiet beach, drawing even more murmurs from the crowd.
Jamie, unbothered, responds with a focused glare, tightening her gloves one last time before stepping forward, awaiting the bell. The referee raises their hand, signaling the start. And HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1:
The bell rings, and both fighters immediately charge at each other, wasting no time in testing the waters. They march forward with adrenaline pumping, fists already in motion. The first few seconds are a blur of leather as they both begin throwing heavy hooks at each other’s faces and bodies, neither willing to give ground. The beach crowd ROARS in approval, surprised by the intensity straight from the get-go.
Jamie, with her speed and experience, starts with a few quick jabs, trying to establish her range and precision, but the debutante shows no fear, stepping into the pocket with her muscular frame and swinging wide, heavy hooks already ramming into Jamie’s torso, her gloves slamming into ribs and sides with nasty whumps. Jamie grimaces as she feels the blows, but responds immediately with her own counter-hook to Novita’s cheek—pow!—snapping her head to the side. The crowd oohs at the sound of the hit, but Novita, to her credit, shrugs it off, digging her feet into the sand and firing back with another looping hook aimed at the body. This back-and-forth continues, both women absorbing punishment and giving it right back. Jamie, relying on her agility, tries to slip and weave away from the heavier hits, but Lam’s strength begins to shine through, her stockier frame making it difficult for Jamie to avoid the full brunt of her punches.
Midway through the round, they find themselves in a clinch, bodies pressed close, arms locked around each other’s shoulders, each trying to gain the upper hand. Both fighters are panting hard from the intense exchange, but Novita, using her strength, keeps shoving Jamie backward, pushing her off balance. She ain’t used to this brawling, unorthodox warfare, and before Pang can fully recover, Lam steps in with a hard, body-thudding hook to her waistline—whudd—driving the air from her lungs. Jamie winces but immediately digs deep and fires back with an uppercut to Novita’s chin—crack—the impact snapping her head back slightly. But Novita, her adrenaline spiking, barely acknowledges the hit as she barrels forward again, shocking her with a barrage of body shots, rocking her back further. Novita’s visibly taking control in the final minute of the round, using her superior power to keep Jamie on the back foot. Every punch seems to drive her further back toward the ropes, her breathing becoming more labored as she tries to fend off the more aggressive woman. Jamie, still showing grit, fires off a few straight jabs to the face, but Lam absorbs the hits, walking through them as she presses in.
As the round comes to a close, the crowd is on their feet, impressed by the intensity. Novita, emboldened by her success, pushes Jamie back again with a final hook to the ribs just before the bell—thud—making her stumble slightly as she tries to steady herself. The referee steps in to separate the two fighters, and it’s clear that while the round was closely contested, the newcomer’s strength and aggression have allowed her to edge out her opponent. Jamie walks back to her corner, her face set in determination, knowing she’ll need to adjust her game plan to deal with this latest development.
ROUND 2:
Lam, buoyed by her success in the opening round, charges out of her corner! She’s already found her rhythm, and she’s determined to press her advantage. Pang, however, is no stranger to adversity, her face set in focused determination as she braces herself for the onslaught. Once again, Novita wastes no time, immediately targeting the body, her gloves thudding hard into the sides of ribs and stomach. Each shot lands with wild power and a whudd, thud, whack, and Jamie grimaces and struggles to keep her guard up. For the first two minutes, Novita’s bullying her back, driving her toward the ropes with thudding shots. Pang, trying to slip and weave, counter back, manages to avoid a few of the more powerful punches, but Novita’s aggression is hard to contain. She keeps her opponent on the defensive, working both her head and body with a mixture of hooks and crosses, her gloves snapping into her sides and occasionally clipping her chin.
By the midpoint of the round, it looks like Novita might run away with it. She pushes forward, ramming a particularly hard hook inwards to connect with Jamie’s solar plexus—whump—that forces her to double over slightly, gasping for air as the punch digs deep into her core. Novita, sensing victory, goes for another hook, aiming at her ribs. But just when the momentum seems all in her favor, Pang digs deep. In the final minute, with her back almost against the ropes, she counters—throwing a sudden, sharp cross that nails Novita to the face—wham--stunning her opponent briefly. Lam looks dazed but still manages to fire off a wild hook, which Pang slips under and drives a straight right into her exposed belly—whudd—the punch sinking deep into her midsection. This time, Novita gasps out loud, her body lurching, and Jamie quickly follows up with a series of fast jabs to her face, peppering her with punches to push her back instead!
Suddenly, it’s Novita on the defensive, her arms coming up to protect her head as Jamie unleashes a flurry of body shots, targeting her ribs and abs with vengeance. Each blow lands off her torso and arms with a satisfying thwack, forcing Lam to retreat toward the ropes. As the round comes to an end, Pang finishes strong, her fists working overtime, her speed and aggression finally paying off, as her face twists with rage at ever allowing this newcomer to outbox her. Finally, the referee steps in as the bell rings, and Novita, though clearly still in the fight, slumps into the ropes, looking winded and slightly stunned. Despite her early dominance, it’s Pang who manages to steal the final minute, leaving the round much closer than it appeared at the start!
ROUND 3:
Lam takes a deep breath and rushes forward, wasting no time, her gloves already cocked and ready to swing toward Jamie’s torso. She’s boasted about her power and strength before, and means to make good on that promise to absolutely dominante! It’s a non-stop barrage of punches aimed at her opponent’s body, the sound of leather on skin whap whap whap as she looks to break Pang down early. But this time, Jamie is ready. With her guard tight and her feet firmly planted in the sand, she blocks the worst of the onslaught, her arms lowered and absorbing the hits while her torso braces for the impact. And Novita, sensing that she’s not getting through, begins to punch wilder, desperate to land something significant.
And that’s where Jamie Pang strikes. Waiting for the perfect moment, she slips under a wild hook, weaving to the side and immediately countering with a sharp hook of her own to the side of Novita’s face—crack! Lam’s head snaps to the side, her eyes widening in shock as the blow lands flush on the cheek, the punch visibly stunning her as her head returns to face her foe. And Jamie, snarling with confidence, steps in and follows up with a straight right hand to her chin—pow!—sending her stumbling backward! Ouff!! Lam’s inexperience is beginning to show, as Jamie begins to hammer her with a barrage of punches. Hooks and crosses slam into Lam’s face, her head snapping left and right as she desperately tries to cover up, but can’t quite rely on her rookie defenses. The sand shifts beneath their feet, and every time Novita tries to plant herself and retaliate, Jamie is there first, slamming a quick punch to her face to disrupt her balance. By the final minute, Novita is visibly floundering, her once-powerful frame now hunched over as she’s backed into a corner against the ropes, her hands hovering and up, desperately trying to block the incoming punishment.
And with Novita’s back pinned against the ropes, Jamie gets in close, throwing brutal uppercuts and hooks into her foe’s body—whudd, whump, whack—each shot sinking deep into Lam’s belly and torso as payback for earlier. Novita grunts with each impact, her abs trembling as she’s forced to absorb, her arms hanging loosely at her sides, trying to protect her midsection, but Jamie’s fists slip through the gaps or forces them apart with brute strength, delivering blow after blow that leaves her gasping for air. As Novita’s body folds over another uppercut to the navel, Jamie alternates her attack, firing off sharp hooks to her face, knocking her head back with every hit. Crack! Thud! Crack!—the sound of gloves finding their mark echoes across the beach, and the crowd roars in approval as Novita’s head snaps back violently over the turnpost, her eyes glazing over from the punishment.
Then, with Novita barely able to defend herself, Jamie shifts her focus back to the body. She buries her gloves deep into the pit of her stomach, pounding away with close-ranged uppercuts that sink into her belly flesh—whump, whudd—forcing Lam to sag even further into the ropes, her body winded and gasping. As the round draws to a close, it’s Pang who stands tall, her fists mercilessly working over her opponent. Bell rings and the image of Lam, slumped and winded against the ropes, her face swollen and her belly bruised, is a stark contrast to the confident debutante who entered the ring rounds ago. Jamie, on the other hand, looks fierce and dominant, her control of the round absolute. She knows she’s got Novita in serious trouble as they prepare for the next round.
ROUND 4:
Lam looks visibly weakened, her body showing signs of the punishment she’s already absorbed. Yet, she stubbornly pushes forward, unwilling to back down, even as her legs seem to tremble under her weight. Her bruised ribs and battered belly are clearly slowing her down, but she’s determined not to go down without a fight. Pang, on the other hand, is like a predator who knows her prey is cornered. There’s a gleam of smug satisfaction in her eyes as she stalks forward. Her lean, fit frame is hugged by her black bikini that gleams under the sun, as she first feints left, then slams a right hook into Novita’s side with a whap! Novita gasps, her arms instinctively dropping to her sides to protect her already aching midsection, but this just leaves her more open. Jamie pivots and sends another vicious uppercut into the center of Lam’s belly—thuddd—her glove sinking deep into her abs, forcing a breathless groan from the shorter woman. Sensing the end, Jamie doesn’t back off. Instead, she steps in closer, and with a quick shove of forearms to the chest and neck, she pins Novita against the ropes, her body tight against her opponent’s, their skin gliding over each other, both surfaces slick with sweat. Jamie’s hips and pelvis press firmly into Novita’s, pinning her in place, their legs tangled and wrestling against each other. The intimate contact makes it impossible for Novita to push away, her smaller frame trapped as Jamie presses forward,, keeping her caged against the ropes.
Both women are panting now, their breaths coming in short gasps. Novita’s chest heaves against the pressure, her belly pulsing as she struggles to catch her breath, her abs trembling with every shallow inhale, while Jamie’s stomach, toned and firm, presses against her own, each exhale pushing her body harder into her opponent’s. Meanwhile, Pang’s forearms are braced against her shoulders, preventing her from squirming free. Still, Novita’s arms flail briefly, trying to push her assailant off, but the taller fighter has already snaked one of her arms around her neck, pulling her even tighter into her embrace, and her back into the ropes. The sand shifts beneath their feet as they struggle for control, but Novita’s strength is all but sapped, made worse by Jamie’s short, sharp punches delivered to her tummy—whap, thud, whack—each shot driving deeper into her already bruised belly. Pang leans in close, her lips brushing against her ear as she delivers each bruising punch.. “Knocked me out, huh?” Pang hisses low and dangerous. “Gonna be your turn to kiss the canvas.” Novita can only groan in response, her abs twitching with each breath, the muscles flexing and straining under the pressure, but there’s nothing she can do to escape. Jamie’s hipbones dig into hers, and with each inhale, her body presses tighter, their bellies brushing and rubbing against each other for dominance. For a moment, Novita’s face is shoved sideways against the ropes, her cheek pressed hard into the fabric as Jamie even grinds her hips into her to keep her pinned, while Lam’s chest heaves back, her breaths shallow and labored, her arms hanging limply by her foe’s shoulders and sides.
Finally, at the bell, the referee steps in, pulling Jamie off, and ordering her to return to her corner. Jamie, her face twisted into a triumphant grin, raises her hands in mock surrender, but not before giving Novita a final shove, pushing her head back against the ropes one last time for good measure. As Novita slumps slightly against the ropes, gasping for air, her body shows the full extent of the punishment. Her belly, red and swollen from the repeated body shots, trembles with each breath, while her legs quiver beneath her. The referee warns Jamie about her antics, but she barely acknowledges him, strutting confidently back to her corner, knowing full well that she’s broken her opponent’s will.
ROUND 5:
Pang marches across the ring, eyes locked on a battered and visibly winded Lam, who having barely recovered from the last round, stumbles forward with her guard still up, but it’s clear she’s struggling. Her body is bruised and aching, her ribs and belly still red from the pounding she’s taken. Still, she gamely raises her gloves, trying to fight back. But Jamie isn’t giving her any room to breathe. She steps in fast, throwing a lightning-fast left hook that slams into her ribs with a whack—the impact sending a ripple through Lam’s body, and a gasp from her lips, her guard dropping just slightly as the pain radiates through her side. And this just gives Pang the confidence to POUNCE! She launches another vicious combination of hooks and uppercuts, her fists hammering into her fellow SIngaorean’s body with a thud, thwack, whump—each blow sinking deeper into Lam’s already bruised abs. Novita’s body jerks with each punch, folded over, backtracking, her muscles trembling as they struggle to hold firm and survive this round.
Desperation flashes across Novita’s face as she tries to back away, but Jamie gives her no quarter. She steps in close, ramming a right hook into her face, before another catches her on the side of her navel with a whudd—the punch folds Novita over her glove as she gasps for air. Her mouth hangs open, eyes wide, as her breath is driven from her lungs in one agonizing burst. And here comes the finishing blow! Pang steadies her balance and PIVOTS -- cocks her fist back and delivers a devastating uppercut, her glove crashing into the base of Novita’s chin with a loud crack! OUFF! The force of the punch snaps Lam’s head back, her eyes rolling as her body goes limp! DOWN SHE GOES, with Novita collapsing to the canvas, her legs giving out beneath her as she crumples in a heap and lies spreadeagled upon the sand!! The crowd ERUPTS as Jamie Pang stands tall, watching as the referee begins and ends the count, with Lam still lying motionless on the sand, her chest rising and falling shallowly, with little other movement! The referee quickly waves his arms overhead, signaling this fight is OVER!!
Official Result: Jamie Pang defeats Novita Lam via KO5!
AFTER:
Pang revels in her victory, strutting around the ring, her arms raised in triumph. The cheers from the crowd wash over her as she soaks in the glory of another dominant win, her lean, toned body gleaming under the sunlight. Lam, meanwhile, stirs on the canvas, still dazed from the knockout punch that ended the fight. Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths, but her eyes are still shut and head lolling side to side, wondering what kind of freight truck rammed into her.
Pang is usually demure and restrained, but this time, something inside her snaps, and there’s a fierce glint in her eyes as the adrenaline courses through her veins isn’t satisfied with a simple knockout. She wants to cement her dominance, to leave no doubt in anyone’s mind about who the better fighter is. Without hesitation, she storms back across the ring toward Novita.
Lam, still shaky, barely has time to react before Jamie’s on her, grabbing her by the arms and hair and hauling her to her feet with a rough yank. The victor’s gloves wrap tightly around her head and shoulders, pulling her up and shoving her backward toward the ropes. Lam’s eyes widen in shock, but her body is too weakened to fight back at first. Once again, she’s pressed against the ropes, with Jamie’s body pinning her in place as the crowd gasps, unsure of what’s going to happen next..
“Not so tough now, huh?” Pang whispers, her face just inches away from hers, with sweat dripping from both their brows. “That little sparring session where you knocked me out? That’s not happening again. Ever.”
At first, Novita looks defeated, her eyes still dazed, her body sagging with every passing second. But then, something changes. Defiance flashes in her eyes, her body tensing up from the realization of her defeat. Suddenly, her breathing steadies, and slowly, a spark of resistance flares within her. Just as Jamie pulls a fist back to deliver a crushing blow to her belly,, without warning, she strikes back--
Lam cocks her fist and drills a vicious uppercut into her exposed navel instead—whudd! Her glove penetrates deep into her relaxed belly, the punch catching her completely off guard. The force of the blow sinks into core, with Jamie’s once-taut abs momentarily yielding under the unexpected attack. Her reaction is immediate. Pang’s body jerks forward, her breath caught in her throat as her mouth opens wide in a shocked gasp—“Ughh!” Her eyes widen in stunned disbelief, the punch cutting through her like a knife. She doubles over, her arms slackening around Novita’s head, her body reacting to the sudden, sharp pain radiating from her midsection. Her belly contracts involuntarily, the muscles spasming as they struggle to brace against the blow, but Novita’s fist is still embedded deep, pressing firmly into her navel.
The damage is done. Pang tries to pull away, her arms clutching her midsection, her stomach still throbbing, but Novita, though clearly still battered, lunges forward and wraps her own arms and gloves around Jamie’s head and shoulders, wrestling the victorious girl about with surprising aggression. Pang, still stunned from the vicious uppercut to her belly, tries to resist, but this time, her body isn’t cooperating.
This time, Novita’s grip tightens, her gloves wrapped around and digging into her shoulders, pulling her close. Their bodies are pressed together again, but this time, it’s Lam in control. “You were saying something, dear?” Novita sneers, her breath hot against Jamie’s ear. “Guess that sparring knockout wasn’t a fluke after all.” The words are laced with venom, taunting and mocking, and Jamie, despite her pain, glares defiantly back.
Then, with Novita’s grip still firm, she pulls her in close, wrenching her into position, and begins her own relentless assault: the first punch lands with a solid whump as her glove sinks deep into Jamie’s pulsing stomach, her glove burrowing into the muscles surrounding her navel. Jamie gasps out loud, her entire body jolting, as her toned abs, normally so solid and braced, tremble and compress under the force.
Another punch lands—whuddd—right in the center of her navel, forcing her to double over more. And Novita doesn’t stop there, continuing to pummel the same spot over and over, each punch driven deeper into the packed and pulsing muscles, her glove sinking into the trembling flesh.
With each punch, she folds over more and more, her body slowly giving in to the pain. Novita’s fist buries itself into her navel again, and her knees finally buckle. Her legs give out beneath her as she COLLAPSES to the canvas, sinking down to her knees with a soft thud.
Jamie’s head hangs low, her arms draped weakly at her sides as she struggles to catch her breath, her belly now a bruised, throbbing mess. Her face is a mask of pain and exhaustion, her body quivering with each shallow breath she manages to take. Novita, standing tall above her, sneers down at her fallen rival, holding her steady by the hair, taking a few more teasing shots across her face, fully relishing the moment.
But before Lam can continue her punishment, the referee and ring officials rush in, quickly stepping between the two fighters. They pull Novita away, separating her from Jamie, who remains on her knees, gasping for air, her arms instinctively wrapped around her bruised midsection.
As the officials guide Novita back to her corner, she throws one last taunting look over her shoulder, her chest heaving with exertion but her expression triumphant: the tables have turned, and it’s clear that she’s made her mark on not just the BBU, but her opponent tonight!