Post by girlsfriday on Sept 25, 2024 8:29:30 GMT
Yixin Chen vs. Saffron Sharpe (Beach Boxing)
(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)
Yixin:
(24, 5’7, BBU Debut, Free Agent)
Saffron:
(27, 5’8, BBU Debut, Free Agent)
BEFORE:
The tropical breeze gently sways the palm trees as the scene is set for a special beachside boxing match in the Lion City of Singapore. The air is warm on Siloso Beach, and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore provides a serene contrast to the anticipation building for the bout between Yixin Chen and Saffron Sharpe. Friends outside the ring, but fierce competitors inside it, the mood for this press conference is light-hearted, with playful banter expected between the two.
Both fighters step out onto a raised platform set up on the sandy beach, wearing casual beach-themed outfits that reflect their personalities. Yixin is dressed in a flowy, bright-colored sundress, her hair tied back loosely, while Saffron sports a crop top and denim shorts, her more athletic, powerful frame on display. The two women share a smile as they take their seats under a shaded canopy, surrounded by fans and reporters.
Yixin, always the more laid-back of the two, speaks first, adjusting her sunglasses with a grin. “It’s crazy that we’re doing this here, of all places. We’re supposed to be friends, but hey, I guess the fans wanted a show,” she laughs, casting a sideways glance at Saffron.
Saffron smirks, clearly ready to respond. “Oh, we’re still friends, don’t worry about that,” she says with a playful tone, flexing her arm for added effect. “But I’ve got more bulk on you, Yix. Don’t be surprised if you’re face-down in the sand after a couple of rounds.” Her grin widens as she leans back confidently.
Yixin chuckles, raising her eyebrows as she playfully fans herself with one hand. “Oh, is that so? Bulk might help on the beach, but don’t underestimate speed,” she teases. “You’ll be chasing me around in that sand, getting tired while I keep sticking and moving.”
The crowd laughs, enjoying the friendly banter between the two. Despite the joking, it’s clear both women are taking this fight seriously. Saffron shrugs casually but then leans forward, her voice turning more serious while still maintaining the playful tone.
“You’re fast, I’ll give you that. But you know what they say about getting caught, right? Once I get my hands on you, there’s no running. And once I land that KO punch—well, let’s just say you’ll have a front-row seat to the sunset.”
Yixin responds with a grin, unfazed by the threat. “We’ll see about that, Saff. Just make sure you’re not too distracted admiring the view when I start tagging you to that pretty face.”
The press conference wraps up on a positive note, with both women standing for the staredown. Their contrasting physiques are on full display—Saffron, with her bulkier, more powerful build, and Yixin, more lean and agile. They pose with their fists raised, standing barefoot on the sand, but the camaraderie remains intact. Neither is backing down, but the smiles between them show that, win or lose, their friendship will (hopefully) endure.
Tale of the Tape:
Fighter
Yixin Chen Saffron Sharpe
Age: 27 28
Height: 5'7" 5'8"
Weight: 120 lbs 125 lbs
Record (FCBA): 6-3 12-5
Record (BBU): Debut Debut
Reach 65" 67"
Stance Orthodox Orthodox
Style Speed, Technical Power, Aggression
The beach arena is a unique setting for this special bout. The ring is constructed directly on the soft sand, with palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. The warm, tropical air is perfect for a beach fight, with a colorful sunset painting the sky behind the fighters.
Moments later, Chen enters the first, her lean and toned physique evident as she strides confidently toward the ring. She’s dressed in a dark blue bikini top and white denim hot pants, her gloves matching the blue of her top. Her long, black hair is tied back in a simple ponytail, keeping it out of her face. Her lean build highlights her speed and agility, her toned muscles taut as she bounces lightly on her feet, ready for action. She slips through the ropes gracefully and begins to shadowbox in her corner, loosening her shoulders and testing her footwork on the sandy surface.
Then, Sharpe makes her entrance to a roar from the crowd. Slightly taller and more powerful, her body is built for strength, and it shows as she walks down the beach. She’s sporting a bright orange bikini top and black short trunks, her gloves a matching fiery orange. Her dark auburn hair is tied back tightly in a bun, further accentuating her muscular shoulders and well-defined arms. Her frame is bulkier, with visible abs and stronger legs that she plans to use to her advantage. As she climbs into the ring, there’s a slight flex of her muscles before she takes a few moments to throw a couple of mock punches at the air, rolling her shoulders and grinning confidently.
As usual, the beach arena adds an extra element to the fight, with the sand providing a slightly unstable surface that will require quick footwork and balance. The ring ropes are taut, but the fighters will have to adjust to the softer ground beneath their feet.
As the referee calls both women to the center of the ring, they step forward, and the contrast in their fighting styles is clear. Yixin, with her quicker footwork, tests the sand beneath her feet with light steps, while Saffron digs in a little deeper, planting her stance and preparing to throw her weight behind every punch. They touch gloves, and though there’s a playful smile exchanged, the competitive fire is unmistakable in both their eyes.
And HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1:
Both girls come out with a noticeable air of caution. Although their eyes are sharp and focused, there’s still a lingering hesitation as the reality of squaring off against a friend sinks in. The early moments see both women testing the waters, bouncing lightly on the sandy surface, their footwork a little more tentative than usual. Sharpe, however, is the first to break the ice, her bulkier frame giving her the confidence to take the lead. She steps forward, testing her friend’s guard with a couple of quick jabs that pound in. Then, without warning, she unleashes her real power—a heavy right cross that catches Yixin clean on the lips with a THWACK!, the force of the blow sending her stumbling back, a brief look of surprise flashing across her face. It’s clear now: friendship aside, this fight is getting real.
Yixin tries to regroup, circling the ring to create distance, but Saffron is quick to follow up with a wicked hook that catches Chen to the temple, and again she’s sent reeling, her feet shifting awkwardly in the sand as she tries to steady herself and fire back. She wasn’t expecting this kind of power from her friend, and not so early in the bout. Her arms come up instinctively to protect her face, her legs bending slightly as she braces herself. But Sharpe’s already pressing her advantage, firing off another brutal cross that screams through the arms and catches her on the lips, the impact jarring Chen backwards as she takes a step towards the ropes, blinking through the sting. Saffron’s confidence is really showing here, and she knows that her power shots can cause some early damage.
But despite the hits, Chen refuses to back down, her pride as a fighter kicking in. Towards the latter half of the round, she starts to find her own rhythm, adjusting to the speed and power of her friend. She begins using her superior footwork to move out of range, and as Saffron steps in, counters with quick jabs that find their target on her friend’s mouth—PIK! PIK!—and a sharp combo that snaps against her cheek—PAK! The contours of the leather glove molding a space in her face. And while the punches don’t have the same power as Saffron’s, they’re enough to slow her down and keep her at bay. The crowd watches, intrigued by the tentative nature of the fight. The friendship between the two women is still evident, and it’s clear neither is eager to go for the knockout just yet. There’s a mutual respect in their movements, as if they’re still feeling out the boundaries of what this fight will mean for them.
As the round winds down, both fighters settle into a more comfortable rhythm, the initial hesitation giving way to competitive spirit. Saffron is winning the exchanges with her power, but Yixin is finding her way back with sharp, long-range punches. The bell rings and both fighters retreat to their corners, sharing a brief smile that speaks volumes. It’s still a friendly contest at this point, but the intensity is beginning to build. Overall, the judges say Saffron Sharpe takes the round on points, her early power shots giving her the edge, but Chen is showing signs that she’s ready to adjust and fight back.
ROUND 2:
There’s a shift in intensity, with the light-hearted banter from the press conference and earlier rounds fading, as both Chen and Sharpe realize that this is no longer just a friendly sparring session on the beach. Rumors have circulated that there’s been a long-standing competitiveness between the two in the backroom tabloids, especially when it comes to impressing their fellow boy friends—or, in Yixin’s case, an ex-boyfriend. And with scouting agents also in attendance, both women know that tonight’s performance could be their ticket to landing a spot and backing of a stable.
Yixin comes out strong, taking control of the first minute. She dances lightly on the sand, her movements fluid and graceful as she circles, peppering Saffron with sharp jabs to her forearms—PIK! PAK!, occasionally catching her clean on the mouth and cheek, and though they lack the brute force of her friend’s earlier shots, they are precise and keep her off balance. The second minute sees Yixin building on her momentum. She’s in her element now, using her speed to keep her foe at bay. As Saffron tries to close the distance and land one of her trademark power shots to the head, Chen slips out of range, ducking under a wild right hook and responding with a quick counter to the ribs—THUD!. The blow causes Saffron to wince as Yixin follows up with a slick combination to her body—WHAP! WHUMP!—targeting the midsection without mercy.
The crowd watches as the dynamic between the two friends shifts. Yixin is dead set on proving her skill, and Saffron knows that she can’t let her opponent get too comfortable. Their faces now reflect the seriousness of the bout, each fighter eyeing the other with narrowed gazes that wasn’t there in the first round. But in the third minute, Saffron reasserts herself, clearly fed up with letting her opponent dictate the pace. She plants her feet in the sand and steps forward with a booming right cross—CRACK!—that slams into Yixin’s jaw, snapping her head to the side with a groan. And Chen stumbles, her foot catching awkwardly in the sand, as she tries to steady herself! Saffron rushes in with a series of body shots of her—WHUDD! WHAP!—her gloves sinking into Yixin’s ribs and stomach, pushing her slowly towards the ropes. Her bulkier frame starts to show its advantages as she bullies her way inside as she hammers lefts and rights into that vulnerable midsection, and for the first time in the fight, Yixin looks vulnerable, her body tensing up with each blow as she gasps for air, trying to block and get out of there. At the bell—DING!—both fighters return to their corners, breathing heavily. Their expressions are no longer playful; this has become a matter of pride. Neither girl wants to lose to the other, and with scouting agents watching, the stakes are higher than ever.
ROUND 3:
Sharpe stepping up her aggression, coming forward with her usual power throws, heavy hooks and crosses leaving Yixin still scrambling to defend herself. Even when Yixin manages to block most of the blows, her friend’s strength is still too much to fully absorb, and the impacts alone push her around the ring. Saffron’s power is on full display, her punches thudding against her gloves and arms with each swing—THUD! WHAP!. She bullies her friend backward, controlling the pace of the round with her relentless attacks. Yixin, though fast and agile, is struggling to find her footing on the sand, often thrown off balance by the sheer force. For much of the round, Saffron keeps up the pressure, her bulkier frame allowing her to absorb any counters that Yixin throws her way. When Chen tries to slip inside, she’s ready, catching her with a sharp hook to the body—WHUDD!—that causes her to grimace and step back. The taller woman’s confidence grows with each successful strike, as she continues to hammer Chen with hooks to the arms and side, clearly trying to wear her down.
Midway through the third round, Yixin finds herself trapped against the ropes, her back pinned by Sharpe’s punches barreling into her from all sides. The earlier friendliness between them has all but vanished, and with her larger frame, Saffron leans in, using her shoulders and hips to keep her friend from escaping her grasp. It’s a close-quarters battle now, both fighters breathing heavily as they struggle for control. She sees the opening and, without warning, drives a short, brutal hook into Yixin’s side—WHUDD! Her glove makes solid contact with the ribs, sinking into the soft flesh just below her ribcage. The impact is immediate—Yixin lets out a sharp gasp, her body jerking sideways as she tries to absorb the pain, her arms instinctively dropping lower to protect her midsection. But Saffron follows up with an uppercut to the very center of Yixin’s abs, this time from below—THUMP! The punch digs deep into her stomach, right beneath her navel, and for a brief moment, you can see Yixin’s toned abdomen ripple under the impact. Her torso lurches forward, her muscles tightening as she doubles over slightly, her breath catching in her throat. The force of the blow causes Yixin’s knees to buckle, and she struggles to regain her balance, her body trembling as it fights against the pain.
Taking full advantage, Saffron’s chest presses and smothers Chen's, both women locked together in a tense clinch, their arms entwined as they wrestle for control. For a moment, it’s a test of strength, their foreheads almost touching as they push and pull against each other, sweat glistening on their skin. Suddenly, Saffron pulls back just enough to create space, then fires another hook—WHUDD!—this time aimed directly at Yixin’s exposed side. The punch lands with a dull thud, her glove digging into her obliques, and her body jolts sideways once again. Her eyes squeeze shut in pain, her teeth gritted as she struggles to endure the punishment. With Yixin momentarily weakened, the bigger girl lowers her stance slightly, planting her feet firmly in the sand, then shifts her weight and launches a vicious uppercut from below—WHUMP! The punch slams into Yixin’s stomach, right in the center, this time just above her navel. Her glove sinks deeper into her friend’s firm abs, and for a moment, it looks like Yixin’s body might give out completely. Her legs shake, her breath comes out in a ragged gasp, and her torso folds inward from the sheer force of the blow.
Pinned against the ropes, Yixin can do little but brace for impact, her arms wrapped around Saffron’s neck and shoulders, trying desperately to hold on and prevent another onslaught, and save herself until the bell. But Saffron seems determined to keep her advantage, shrugging off the clinch and driving another punch after punch down below, making her entire body shudder and her abs to flex instinctively, trying to absorb, but her stomach is starting to weaken under the repeated punishment. In this close proximity, both women are struggling, their breaths labored, but Saffron still has the upper hand. She grits her teeth, locking eyes briefly with Yixin, before drawing her fist back one more time. With a deliberate, measured motion, she drives another uppercut into her navel—THUD! This one digs deeper than the others, her glove practically disappearing into Yixin’s abs as the smaller fighter’s body convulses. Yixin lets out a low groan, her face contorting in pain as her legs start to buckle. She’s barely holding on, her arms now loosely draped around Saffron’s shoulders as her body wilts under the pressure. Saffron, still pressing forward, knows she’s doing real damage now, and she doesn’t let up.
"Thought you could handle it, Yix?" Saffron taunts through gritted teeth, her voice low and mocking.
But towards the end of the round, Yixin’s patience pays off. As Saffron grows more aggressive and focused on those body shots, Chen instead starts to focus on her timing, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back. With Sharpe still swinging wildly, Yixin suddenly slips her body to the side, absorbing the blow better, before countering with a sharp jab that lands squarely on Saffron’s nose. The punch stuns her, knocking her head back, and momentarily loosening her hold. Sensing her chance, Yixin follows up with more combinations to the face—WHAP!—her gloves snapping her friend’s head from side to side, and the crowd gasps, as Saffron, who had been dominating the round, suddenly finds herself reeling. With a growl, Chen gathers her wits and pushes off the ropes, back to working Saffron’s body with a series of hooks—WHUMP! WHUDD!—each punch sinking into her midsection, forcing her to backpedal.
The crowd perks up as they sense the shift in momentum. Yixin, still winded but with renewed energy, drives a sharp hook low and into Saffron’s side—WHUDD!—her glove sinking into the ribs. The punch catches Saffron off-guard, her eyes widening as she tries to tighten her core in anticipation of more incoming shots, her body lurching forward, when WHAP! Another blow slams into the other side of her midsection, and though she braces for it, her abs flexing hard to absorb the impact, the surprising power behind Yixin’s punches is enough to make her grunt in pain. Her body shudders as she backs away, her toned stomach trembling as her friend hammers away, targeting her exposed belly with hook after hook. “Saff, I’m not done yet!” Yixin growls between punches, her breath coming out in hard gasps as she works her over with vengeance.
With a final, brutal uppercut—THUD!—Yixin RAMS her glove into Saffron’s solar plexus, and the taller fighter’s body collapses forward, her legs almost buckling entirely. Saffron’s head drops to her shoulder, her arms barely holding her up as her body shudders with each labored breath. Yixin, feeling the shift in control, steps back slightly, allowing Saffron to slump against the ropes, gasping for air, her abs trembling and visibly strained. The tables have turned, and now it’s Yixin standing tall, her fists still raised, her breathing heavy but steady. Saffron looks winded, her body bent over, her once-powerful abs struggling to recover from the punishment they’ve taken. There’s no doubt now—the fight has gone beyond friendship, and neither girl is holding back any longer.
ROUND 4:
Sharpe STORMS out of her corner, and it’s clear from the outset that the friendly veneer has vanished. There’s fire and fury in her eyes--she fully intended to dominate her friend in the ring, but that last round’s last minute turn was a violation of her pride. Her gaze is locked onto her friend, and she has no intention of holding back anymore. She barrels forward, her powerful frame cutting through the sand as she throws her weight into every punch. Within seconds, Yixin is forced onto the defensive, her backpedaling quick but struggling to withstand the force of brutal punches that come crashing in over and over into her guard—WHUDD! WHAP!—driving her steadily towards the ropes, where the sand threatens to trip her up.
Chen winces as a vicious hook connects with her ribs, sending a sharp pain through her side, and for a moment, it seems like Sharpe might steamroll through her again.
But Yixin doesn’t stay on the defensive for long. Realizing that her friend-turned-foe is playing for keeps now, she digs deep and responds with her own ruthlessness. In the middle of Saffron’s assault, Chen slips under a wild haymaker and counters with a stiff jab to the nose—PIK!—followed by a well-placed cross to the jaw—PAK! The punch rocks Saffron, causing her to take a step back, her aggression momentarily halted. The crowd is on its feet as Yixin steps up the pressure, unleashing a series of quick combinations to the body and face that steadily push the bigger girl back. It’s a stunning reversal as Chen uses her speed and timing to outmaneuver her friend’s power, slipping inside and working her body over with sharp dings that begin to wind her.
The final minute sees Yixin taking full control of the round. She feints a jab high, causing Saffron’s guard to rise, then DUCKS low and drives a brutal uppercut into her midsection—WHUMP! The punch effectively DOUBLES Saffron over, her body folding around Yixin’s fist, her eyes wide and mouth parted in shock, and in the blink of an eye, Chen follows up with a devastating right hook to her temple—THUD! AND SAFFRON STUMBLES BACK, her legs wobbling as she tries to stay upright, but the damage is too much! She COLLAPSES to her knees, then onto her side, sand kicking up as her meaty body hits the ground! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for the underdog, Yixin Chen!! The referee rushes in to begin the count, while Chen steps back, her chest heaving, her eyes still locked on her fallen opponent.
“One… two… three…” The crowd is buzzing with excitement, watching to see if Sharpe can get back up. Meanwhile, Saffron’s boyfriend, seen seated ringside, watches intently, clearly concerned as the referee continues the count. “Four… five… six…” Saffron grits her teeth, her muscles straining as she pushes herself back up to her knees. She’s clearly shaken, but there’s no quit in her. “Seven… eight…” She makes it back to her feet, swaying slightly but with fire still in her eyes. Now, she’s glaring daggers at her friend. her expression a mix of pain and anger. It’s clear that this is no longer just about the fight—pride is on the line. The commentators quickly pick up on the situation, with whispers that the fight’s escalation may be due to Saffron’s boyfriend’s presence. Both girls, they speculate, are trying to impress, and neither is willing to be the one who loses in front of him.
ROUND 5:
It seems like Sharpe hasn’t fully recovered from the knockdown in the previous round. Out of her corne, her movements are slower, her body still reeling. Her stance wobbles as she tries to steady herself, but the damage is done—she’s hurt, and Yixin knows it. Chen surges forward, closing the distance and immediately firing off a rapid combination—WHAP! WHAP!—jabs landing to Saffron’s nose and lips, knocking her head back. Saffron tries to cover up, her gloves rising to protect her face, but that’s exactly what Yixin was waiting for. She dips low, targeting her body once again, a hook slammed into her ribs—WHUDD!, the punch visibly shaking Saffron, her body bending from the impact as she struggles to keep her feet beneath her. But another brutal uppercut to her midsection follows—WHUMP!—and the sound of the glove sinking into her abs echoes across the beach. This time, Saffron’s legs buckle, and she stumbles back, her back hitting the ropes. Desperation flickers across her face as she tries to throw a wild punch to fend her friend off, but Chen easily dodges it, stepping in with a powerful right hook—CRACK!—that catches her back on the chin. This time, the force of the punch CUTS her strings! Sharpe looks woozy as heck, and stumbles forward, before her head swims and she goes CRASHING right back down to the sand dunes! It’s ANOTHER KO, but this time, her limbs are heavy and unresponsive, and the referee rushes in to start the count, but it’s clear that Saffron won’t be getting up this time! He doesn’t waste any time, and WAVES the rest of this fight off!
Official Result: Chen Yixin defeats Saffron Sharpe via KO5!
AFTER:
The fight ends, but the tension in the air lingers, as Yixin Chen basks in her hard-fought victory. She moves to her corner, grinning madly, catching her breath as the adrenaline begins to fade, her chest still heaving from the intensity of the bout. Across the ring, Saffron Sharpe is slowly sitting up on the sand, clearly dazed, her eyes blinking away the remnants of the knockout.
As the referee raises Yixin’s hand in victory, the crowd cheers, but she looks over at her fallen friend, with triumph and concern across her face. Despite the ruthless exchange, their friendship remains, though clearly strained by the battle. Saffron’s boyfriend, who had been anxiously watching from ringside, quickly moves to the apron, concern etched on his face. His eyes dart between Yixin, still standing tall, and his girlfriend, who is just starting to get to her feet. He calls out her name softly, worry clear in his voice.
Yixin, seeing the concern, begins to make her way over, her steps tentative at first. When she reaches her friend, she kneels down beside her, extending a hand to help her up. “Hey, you alright?” Yixin asks, her voice gentle.
Saffron, her face still flushed from the heat of the fight, winces as she nods, and smiles back. “You got me,” she admits, her voice slightly hoarse and heavy with the realization of having been bested by her friend. “I thought I had you.”
Yixin gives a slight nod, a sympathetic smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “You almost did,” she replies, her voice soft but with a hint of pride. Before the conversation can go any further, Saffron’s boyfriend approaches, stepping up to the apron and leaning over the ropes. His face is tight with concern as he looks down at the fallen girl, one hand reaching out to her. “You okay, babe?” he asks quietly, his tone gentle.
Saffron glances over at him, her frustration flickering briefly before she sighs. “I’ll be fine,” she mutters, though the disappointment is clear in her voice. It’s obvious that losing in front of him stings more than she’s letting on. Yixin steps back slightly, giving her friend some space but still lingering nearby, unsure of what to say. The heat of the fight is over, but the intensity of their friendship, now tested, still hangs in the air.
(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)
Yixin:
(24, 5’7, BBU Debut, Free Agent)
Saffron:
(27, 5’8, BBU Debut, Free Agent)
BEFORE:
The tropical breeze gently sways the palm trees as the scene is set for a special beachside boxing match in the Lion City of Singapore. The air is warm on Siloso Beach, and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore provides a serene contrast to the anticipation building for the bout between Yixin Chen and Saffron Sharpe. Friends outside the ring, but fierce competitors inside it, the mood for this press conference is light-hearted, with playful banter expected between the two.
Both fighters step out onto a raised platform set up on the sandy beach, wearing casual beach-themed outfits that reflect their personalities. Yixin is dressed in a flowy, bright-colored sundress, her hair tied back loosely, while Saffron sports a crop top and denim shorts, her more athletic, powerful frame on display. The two women share a smile as they take their seats under a shaded canopy, surrounded by fans and reporters.
Yixin, always the more laid-back of the two, speaks first, adjusting her sunglasses with a grin. “It’s crazy that we’re doing this here, of all places. We’re supposed to be friends, but hey, I guess the fans wanted a show,” she laughs, casting a sideways glance at Saffron.
Saffron smirks, clearly ready to respond. “Oh, we’re still friends, don’t worry about that,” she says with a playful tone, flexing her arm for added effect. “But I’ve got more bulk on you, Yix. Don’t be surprised if you’re face-down in the sand after a couple of rounds.” Her grin widens as she leans back confidently.
Yixin chuckles, raising her eyebrows as she playfully fans herself with one hand. “Oh, is that so? Bulk might help on the beach, but don’t underestimate speed,” she teases. “You’ll be chasing me around in that sand, getting tired while I keep sticking and moving.”
The crowd laughs, enjoying the friendly banter between the two. Despite the joking, it’s clear both women are taking this fight seriously. Saffron shrugs casually but then leans forward, her voice turning more serious while still maintaining the playful tone.
“You’re fast, I’ll give you that. But you know what they say about getting caught, right? Once I get my hands on you, there’s no running. And once I land that KO punch—well, let’s just say you’ll have a front-row seat to the sunset.”
Yixin responds with a grin, unfazed by the threat. “We’ll see about that, Saff. Just make sure you’re not too distracted admiring the view when I start tagging you to that pretty face.”
The press conference wraps up on a positive note, with both women standing for the staredown. Their contrasting physiques are on full display—Saffron, with her bulkier, more powerful build, and Yixin, more lean and agile. They pose with their fists raised, standing barefoot on the sand, but the camaraderie remains intact. Neither is backing down, but the smiles between them show that, win or lose, their friendship will (hopefully) endure.
Tale of the Tape:
Fighter
Yixin Chen Saffron Sharpe
Age: 27 28
Height: 5'7" 5'8"
Weight: 120 lbs 125 lbs
Record (FCBA): 6-3 12-5
Record (BBU): Debut Debut
Reach 65" 67"
Stance Orthodox Orthodox
Style Speed, Technical Power, Aggression
The beach arena is a unique setting for this special bout. The ring is constructed directly on the soft sand, with palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. The warm, tropical air is perfect for a beach fight, with a colorful sunset painting the sky behind the fighters.
Moments later, Chen enters the first, her lean and toned physique evident as she strides confidently toward the ring. She’s dressed in a dark blue bikini top and white denim hot pants, her gloves matching the blue of her top. Her long, black hair is tied back in a simple ponytail, keeping it out of her face. Her lean build highlights her speed and agility, her toned muscles taut as she bounces lightly on her feet, ready for action. She slips through the ropes gracefully and begins to shadowbox in her corner, loosening her shoulders and testing her footwork on the sandy surface.
Then, Sharpe makes her entrance to a roar from the crowd. Slightly taller and more powerful, her body is built for strength, and it shows as she walks down the beach. She’s sporting a bright orange bikini top and black short trunks, her gloves a matching fiery orange. Her dark auburn hair is tied back tightly in a bun, further accentuating her muscular shoulders and well-defined arms. Her frame is bulkier, with visible abs and stronger legs that she plans to use to her advantage. As she climbs into the ring, there’s a slight flex of her muscles before she takes a few moments to throw a couple of mock punches at the air, rolling her shoulders and grinning confidently.
As usual, the beach arena adds an extra element to the fight, with the sand providing a slightly unstable surface that will require quick footwork and balance. The ring ropes are taut, but the fighters will have to adjust to the softer ground beneath their feet.
As the referee calls both women to the center of the ring, they step forward, and the contrast in their fighting styles is clear. Yixin, with her quicker footwork, tests the sand beneath her feet with light steps, while Saffron digs in a little deeper, planting her stance and preparing to throw her weight behind every punch. They touch gloves, and though there’s a playful smile exchanged, the competitive fire is unmistakable in both their eyes.
And HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1:
Both girls come out with a noticeable air of caution. Although their eyes are sharp and focused, there’s still a lingering hesitation as the reality of squaring off against a friend sinks in. The early moments see both women testing the waters, bouncing lightly on the sandy surface, their footwork a little more tentative than usual. Sharpe, however, is the first to break the ice, her bulkier frame giving her the confidence to take the lead. She steps forward, testing her friend’s guard with a couple of quick jabs that pound in. Then, without warning, she unleashes her real power—a heavy right cross that catches Yixin clean on the lips with a THWACK!, the force of the blow sending her stumbling back, a brief look of surprise flashing across her face. It’s clear now: friendship aside, this fight is getting real.
Yixin tries to regroup, circling the ring to create distance, but Saffron is quick to follow up with a wicked hook that catches Chen to the temple, and again she’s sent reeling, her feet shifting awkwardly in the sand as she tries to steady herself and fire back. She wasn’t expecting this kind of power from her friend, and not so early in the bout. Her arms come up instinctively to protect her face, her legs bending slightly as she braces herself. But Sharpe’s already pressing her advantage, firing off another brutal cross that screams through the arms and catches her on the lips, the impact jarring Chen backwards as she takes a step towards the ropes, blinking through the sting. Saffron’s confidence is really showing here, and she knows that her power shots can cause some early damage.
But despite the hits, Chen refuses to back down, her pride as a fighter kicking in. Towards the latter half of the round, she starts to find her own rhythm, adjusting to the speed and power of her friend. She begins using her superior footwork to move out of range, and as Saffron steps in, counters with quick jabs that find their target on her friend’s mouth—PIK! PIK!—and a sharp combo that snaps against her cheek—PAK! The contours of the leather glove molding a space in her face. And while the punches don’t have the same power as Saffron’s, they’re enough to slow her down and keep her at bay. The crowd watches, intrigued by the tentative nature of the fight. The friendship between the two women is still evident, and it’s clear neither is eager to go for the knockout just yet. There’s a mutual respect in their movements, as if they’re still feeling out the boundaries of what this fight will mean for them.
As the round winds down, both fighters settle into a more comfortable rhythm, the initial hesitation giving way to competitive spirit. Saffron is winning the exchanges with her power, but Yixin is finding her way back with sharp, long-range punches. The bell rings and both fighters retreat to their corners, sharing a brief smile that speaks volumes. It’s still a friendly contest at this point, but the intensity is beginning to build. Overall, the judges say Saffron Sharpe takes the round on points, her early power shots giving her the edge, but Chen is showing signs that she’s ready to adjust and fight back.
ROUND 2:
There’s a shift in intensity, with the light-hearted banter from the press conference and earlier rounds fading, as both Chen and Sharpe realize that this is no longer just a friendly sparring session on the beach. Rumors have circulated that there’s been a long-standing competitiveness between the two in the backroom tabloids, especially when it comes to impressing their fellow boy friends—or, in Yixin’s case, an ex-boyfriend. And with scouting agents also in attendance, both women know that tonight’s performance could be their ticket to landing a spot and backing of a stable.
Yixin comes out strong, taking control of the first minute. She dances lightly on the sand, her movements fluid and graceful as she circles, peppering Saffron with sharp jabs to her forearms—PIK! PAK!, occasionally catching her clean on the mouth and cheek, and though they lack the brute force of her friend’s earlier shots, they are precise and keep her off balance. The second minute sees Yixin building on her momentum. She’s in her element now, using her speed to keep her foe at bay. As Saffron tries to close the distance and land one of her trademark power shots to the head, Chen slips out of range, ducking under a wild right hook and responding with a quick counter to the ribs—THUD!. The blow causes Saffron to wince as Yixin follows up with a slick combination to her body—WHAP! WHUMP!—targeting the midsection without mercy.
The crowd watches as the dynamic between the two friends shifts. Yixin is dead set on proving her skill, and Saffron knows that she can’t let her opponent get too comfortable. Their faces now reflect the seriousness of the bout, each fighter eyeing the other with narrowed gazes that wasn’t there in the first round. But in the third minute, Saffron reasserts herself, clearly fed up with letting her opponent dictate the pace. She plants her feet in the sand and steps forward with a booming right cross—CRACK!—that slams into Yixin’s jaw, snapping her head to the side with a groan. And Chen stumbles, her foot catching awkwardly in the sand, as she tries to steady herself! Saffron rushes in with a series of body shots of her—WHUDD! WHAP!—her gloves sinking into Yixin’s ribs and stomach, pushing her slowly towards the ropes. Her bulkier frame starts to show its advantages as she bullies her way inside as she hammers lefts and rights into that vulnerable midsection, and for the first time in the fight, Yixin looks vulnerable, her body tensing up with each blow as she gasps for air, trying to block and get out of there. At the bell—DING!—both fighters return to their corners, breathing heavily. Their expressions are no longer playful; this has become a matter of pride. Neither girl wants to lose to the other, and with scouting agents watching, the stakes are higher than ever.
ROUND 3:
Sharpe stepping up her aggression, coming forward with her usual power throws, heavy hooks and crosses leaving Yixin still scrambling to defend herself. Even when Yixin manages to block most of the blows, her friend’s strength is still too much to fully absorb, and the impacts alone push her around the ring. Saffron’s power is on full display, her punches thudding against her gloves and arms with each swing—THUD! WHAP!. She bullies her friend backward, controlling the pace of the round with her relentless attacks. Yixin, though fast and agile, is struggling to find her footing on the sand, often thrown off balance by the sheer force. For much of the round, Saffron keeps up the pressure, her bulkier frame allowing her to absorb any counters that Yixin throws her way. When Chen tries to slip inside, she’s ready, catching her with a sharp hook to the body—WHUDD!—that causes her to grimace and step back. The taller woman’s confidence grows with each successful strike, as she continues to hammer Chen with hooks to the arms and side, clearly trying to wear her down.
Midway through the third round, Yixin finds herself trapped against the ropes, her back pinned by Sharpe’s punches barreling into her from all sides. The earlier friendliness between them has all but vanished, and with her larger frame, Saffron leans in, using her shoulders and hips to keep her friend from escaping her grasp. It’s a close-quarters battle now, both fighters breathing heavily as they struggle for control. She sees the opening and, without warning, drives a short, brutal hook into Yixin’s side—WHUDD! Her glove makes solid contact with the ribs, sinking into the soft flesh just below her ribcage. The impact is immediate—Yixin lets out a sharp gasp, her body jerking sideways as she tries to absorb the pain, her arms instinctively dropping lower to protect her midsection. But Saffron follows up with an uppercut to the very center of Yixin’s abs, this time from below—THUMP! The punch digs deep into her stomach, right beneath her navel, and for a brief moment, you can see Yixin’s toned abdomen ripple under the impact. Her torso lurches forward, her muscles tightening as she doubles over slightly, her breath catching in her throat. The force of the blow causes Yixin’s knees to buckle, and she struggles to regain her balance, her body trembling as it fights against the pain.
Taking full advantage, Saffron’s chest presses and smothers Chen's, both women locked together in a tense clinch, their arms entwined as they wrestle for control. For a moment, it’s a test of strength, their foreheads almost touching as they push and pull against each other, sweat glistening on their skin. Suddenly, Saffron pulls back just enough to create space, then fires another hook—WHUDD!—this time aimed directly at Yixin’s exposed side. The punch lands with a dull thud, her glove digging into her obliques, and her body jolts sideways once again. Her eyes squeeze shut in pain, her teeth gritted as she struggles to endure the punishment. With Yixin momentarily weakened, the bigger girl lowers her stance slightly, planting her feet firmly in the sand, then shifts her weight and launches a vicious uppercut from below—WHUMP! The punch slams into Yixin’s stomach, right in the center, this time just above her navel. Her glove sinks deeper into her friend’s firm abs, and for a moment, it looks like Yixin’s body might give out completely. Her legs shake, her breath comes out in a ragged gasp, and her torso folds inward from the sheer force of the blow.
Pinned against the ropes, Yixin can do little but brace for impact, her arms wrapped around Saffron’s neck and shoulders, trying desperately to hold on and prevent another onslaught, and save herself until the bell. But Saffron seems determined to keep her advantage, shrugging off the clinch and driving another punch after punch down below, making her entire body shudder and her abs to flex instinctively, trying to absorb, but her stomach is starting to weaken under the repeated punishment. In this close proximity, both women are struggling, their breaths labored, but Saffron still has the upper hand. She grits her teeth, locking eyes briefly with Yixin, before drawing her fist back one more time. With a deliberate, measured motion, she drives another uppercut into her navel—THUD! This one digs deeper than the others, her glove practically disappearing into Yixin’s abs as the smaller fighter’s body convulses. Yixin lets out a low groan, her face contorting in pain as her legs start to buckle. She’s barely holding on, her arms now loosely draped around Saffron’s shoulders as her body wilts under the pressure. Saffron, still pressing forward, knows she’s doing real damage now, and she doesn’t let up.
"Thought you could handle it, Yix?" Saffron taunts through gritted teeth, her voice low and mocking.
But towards the end of the round, Yixin’s patience pays off. As Saffron grows more aggressive and focused on those body shots, Chen instead starts to focus on her timing, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back. With Sharpe still swinging wildly, Yixin suddenly slips her body to the side, absorbing the blow better, before countering with a sharp jab that lands squarely on Saffron’s nose. The punch stuns her, knocking her head back, and momentarily loosening her hold. Sensing her chance, Yixin follows up with more combinations to the face—WHAP!—her gloves snapping her friend’s head from side to side, and the crowd gasps, as Saffron, who had been dominating the round, suddenly finds herself reeling. With a growl, Chen gathers her wits and pushes off the ropes, back to working Saffron’s body with a series of hooks—WHUMP! WHUDD!—each punch sinking into her midsection, forcing her to backpedal.
The crowd perks up as they sense the shift in momentum. Yixin, still winded but with renewed energy, drives a sharp hook low and into Saffron’s side—WHUDD!—her glove sinking into the ribs. The punch catches Saffron off-guard, her eyes widening as she tries to tighten her core in anticipation of more incoming shots, her body lurching forward, when WHAP! Another blow slams into the other side of her midsection, and though she braces for it, her abs flexing hard to absorb the impact, the surprising power behind Yixin’s punches is enough to make her grunt in pain. Her body shudders as she backs away, her toned stomach trembling as her friend hammers away, targeting her exposed belly with hook after hook. “Saff, I’m not done yet!” Yixin growls between punches, her breath coming out in hard gasps as she works her over with vengeance.
With a final, brutal uppercut—THUD!—Yixin RAMS her glove into Saffron’s solar plexus, and the taller fighter’s body collapses forward, her legs almost buckling entirely. Saffron’s head drops to her shoulder, her arms barely holding her up as her body shudders with each labored breath. Yixin, feeling the shift in control, steps back slightly, allowing Saffron to slump against the ropes, gasping for air, her abs trembling and visibly strained. The tables have turned, and now it’s Yixin standing tall, her fists still raised, her breathing heavy but steady. Saffron looks winded, her body bent over, her once-powerful abs struggling to recover from the punishment they’ve taken. There’s no doubt now—the fight has gone beyond friendship, and neither girl is holding back any longer.
ROUND 4:
Sharpe STORMS out of her corner, and it’s clear from the outset that the friendly veneer has vanished. There’s fire and fury in her eyes--she fully intended to dominate her friend in the ring, but that last round’s last minute turn was a violation of her pride. Her gaze is locked onto her friend, and she has no intention of holding back anymore. She barrels forward, her powerful frame cutting through the sand as she throws her weight into every punch. Within seconds, Yixin is forced onto the defensive, her backpedaling quick but struggling to withstand the force of brutal punches that come crashing in over and over into her guard—WHUDD! WHAP!—driving her steadily towards the ropes, where the sand threatens to trip her up.
Chen winces as a vicious hook connects with her ribs, sending a sharp pain through her side, and for a moment, it seems like Sharpe might steamroll through her again.
But Yixin doesn’t stay on the defensive for long. Realizing that her friend-turned-foe is playing for keeps now, she digs deep and responds with her own ruthlessness. In the middle of Saffron’s assault, Chen slips under a wild haymaker and counters with a stiff jab to the nose—PIK!—followed by a well-placed cross to the jaw—PAK! The punch rocks Saffron, causing her to take a step back, her aggression momentarily halted. The crowd is on its feet as Yixin steps up the pressure, unleashing a series of quick combinations to the body and face that steadily push the bigger girl back. It’s a stunning reversal as Chen uses her speed and timing to outmaneuver her friend’s power, slipping inside and working her body over with sharp dings that begin to wind her.
The final minute sees Yixin taking full control of the round. She feints a jab high, causing Saffron’s guard to rise, then DUCKS low and drives a brutal uppercut into her midsection—WHUMP! The punch effectively DOUBLES Saffron over, her body folding around Yixin’s fist, her eyes wide and mouth parted in shock, and in the blink of an eye, Chen follows up with a devastating right hook to her temple—THUD! AND SAFFRON STUMBLES BACK, her legs wobbling as she tries to stay upright, but the damage is too much! She COLLAPSES to her knees, then onto her side, sand kicking up as her meaty body hits the ground! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for the underdog, Yixin Chen!! The referee rushes in to begin the count, while Chen steps back, her chest heaving, her eyes still locked on her fallen opponent.
“One… two… three…” The crowd is buzzing with excitement, watching to see if Sharpe can get back up. Meanwhile, Saffron’s boyfriend, seen seated ringside, watches intently, clearly concerned as the referee continues the count. “Four… five… six…” Saffron grits her teeth, her muscles straining as she pushes herself back up to her knees. She’s clearly shaken, but there’s no quit in her. “Seven… eight…” She makes it back to her feet, swaying slightly but with fire still in her eyes. Now, she’s glaring daggers at her friend. her expression a mix of pain and anger. It’s clear that this is no longer just about the fight—pride is on the line. The commentators quickly pick up on the situation, with whispers that the fight’s escalation may be due to Saffron’s boyfriend’s presence. Both girls, they speculate, are trying to impress, and neither is willing to be the one who loses in front of him.
ROUND 5:
It seems like Sharpe hasn’t fully recovered from the knockdown in the previous round. Out of her corne, her movements are slower, her body still reeling. Her stance wobbles as she tries to steady herself, but the damage is done—she’s hurt, and Yixin knows it. Chen surges forward, closing the distance and immediately firing off a rapid combination—WHAP! WHAP!—jabs landing to Saffron’s nose and lips, knocking her head back. Saffron tries to cover up, her gloves rising to protect her face, but that’s exactly what Yixin was waiting for. She dips low, targeting her body once again, a hook slammed into her ribs—WHUDD!, the punch visibly shaking Saffron, her body bending from the impact as she struggles to keep her feet beneath her. But another brutal uppercut to her midsection follows—WHUMP!—and the sound of the glove sinking into her abs echoes across the beach. This time, Saffron’s legs buckle, and she stumbles back, her back hitting the ropes. Desperation flickers across her face as she tries to throw a wild punch to fend her friend off, but Chen easily dodges it, stepping in with a powerful right hook—CRACK!—that catches her back on the chin. This time, the force of the punch CUTS her strings! Sharpe looks woozy as heck, and stumbles forward, before her head swims and she goes CRASHING right back down to the sand dunes! It’s ANOTHER KO, but this time, her limbs are heavy and unresponsive, and the referee rushes in to start the count, but it’s clear that Saffron won’t be getting up this time! He doesn’t waste any time, and WAVES the rest of this fight off!
Official Result: Chen Yixin defeats Saffron Sharpe via KO5!
AFTER:
The fight ends, but the tension in the air lingers, as Yixin Chen basks in her hard-fought victory. She moves to her corner, grinning madly, catching her breath as the adrenaline begins to fade, her chest still heaving from the intensity of the bout. Across the ring, Saffron Sharpe is slowly sitting up on the sand, clearly dazed, her eyes blinking away the remnants of the knockout.
As the referee raises Yixin’s hand in victory, the crowd cheers, but she looks over at her fallen friend, with triumph and concern across her face. Despite the ruthless exchange, their friendship remains, though clearly strained by the battle. Saffron’s boyfriend, who had been anxiously watching from ringside, quickly moves to the apron, concern etched on his face. His eyes dart between Yixin, still standing tall, and his girlfriend, who is just starting to get to her feet. He calls out her name softly, worry clear in his voice.
Yixin, seeing the concern, begins to make her way over, her steps tentative at first. When she reaches her friend, she kneels down beside her, extending a hand to help her up. “Hey, you alright?” Yixin asks, her voice gentle.
Saffron, her face still flushed from the heat of the fight, winces as she nods, and smiles back. “You got me,” she admits, her voice slightly hoarse and heavy with the realization of having been bested by her friend. “I thought I had you.”
Yixin gives a slight nod, a sympathetic smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “You almost did,” she replies, her voice soft but with a hint of pride. Before the conversation can go any further, Saffron’s boyfriend approaches, stepping up to the apron and leaning over the ropes. His face is tight with concern as he looks down at the fallen girl, one hand reaching out to her. “You okay, babe?” he asks quietly, his tone gentle.
Saffron glances over at him, her frustration flickering briefly before she sighs. “I’ll be fine,” she mutters, though the disappointment is clear in her voice. It’s obvious that losing in front of him stings more than she’s letting on. Yixin steps back slightly, giving her friend some space but still lingering nearby, unsure of what to say. The heat of the fight is over, but the intensity of their friendship, now tested, still hangs in the air.