After Ivanna Payne’s complete destruction and forced retirement of Liberty Lane, she was finally granted a championship match against Vanity Vale.
Finally, these two powerhouses would meet head-on in the ring to see who the best woman in the league was.
Would the vicious Ivanna Payne take the belt tonight? Or would the cocky, but tough, Vanity Vale cement her position as undisputed Foxy Boxing Champion of the world?
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- The crowd is electric tonight! After Ivanna Payne’s complete dismantling and destruction of ex-champion, Liberty Lane, she was finally granted a championship match against Vanity Vale. Before the fighters could even be announced, they met up in the center of the ring, mad-dogging each other with cocky and vicious stares.
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- Finally, the women were split apart and the introductions were allowed to continue. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FIGHTING OUT OF THE RED CORNER, THE UNDEFEATED CHALLENGER… IVANNA PAYNE!” Ivanna stood back looking over at the Champion. She shouted out, “See this? This is the woman who’s gonna smack that smirk off your face and take your little belt away!”
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- “AND FIGHTING OUT OF THE BLUE CORNER, THE UNDEFEATED FOXY BOXING CHAMPION OF THE WORLD… VANITY VALE!” Vanity stood in her corner, arms held high above her head, as she looked the challenger up and down. “You think you’re tough because you beat Liberty Lane? Ha! Bitch… I’m gonna knock you around the ring and when I get bored, I’m gonna drop you on your back!” DING! DING! And the bell rings to start the match!
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- Both women charge into each other, but Ivanna scores first with a mind-numbing fist to the face! Ivanna rips into the champion, letting her know early on that she’s no pushover.
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- Ivanna spends the first round in control of the match. Vanity tries to weave out of the challenger’s range, but Ivanna stays in close, pummeling her with body blows. Ivanna tells her, “Come on, Vanity… show me why you’re so great!”
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- Ivanna begins to lose her temper. “Don’t tell me Liberty Lane was more of a challenge!” She pounds the champ across the ring, but Vanity takes the blows and lets Ivanna spend her energy. In her head, Vanity thinks, “Go ahead, street trash, let it all out… this is nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to you!” Ivanna, indeed, finds herself slowing down as the bell rings to end the round. DING!
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- Ivanna waits in her corner, eyeing the champion up and down. “That belt is mine, little girl! And I gotta say, you’re making this way too easy.”
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- Vanity Vale keeps her cool in her corner. She doesn’t say a word but keeps her focus on Payne. Despite the beating she absorbed in the first round, she still looks unharmed and confident. Whereas Ivanna is pure aggression, Vanity knows she’s the smarter, tougher fighter. DING! And the bell rings to start Round 2!
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- Ivanna Payne moves forward, thinking of ways to punish Vanity Vale, but the champ comes out swinging and catches Payne off-guard with a look hook that snaps the challenger’s head back! Vanity then begins to unleash her attack.
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- Vanity crouches down to attack Ivanna’s midsection, generating grunts of pain from Payne. Ivanna takes the hits but feels the power of the champ. Vanity digs in before switching her attack.
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- Ivanna brings her guard up, but Vanity, quick as lightning, reaches her head first with a volley of punches. The challenger’s head is rocked by the force of the champion’s punches.
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- For the first time since she’s entered the league, Ivanna Payne is on the receiving end of a punishing attack! After bulldozing through several women and crushing ex-champion, Liberty Lane, Ivanna hits a wall in the form of Vanity Vale’s fists. Vanity Vale launches a solid straight left that catches the challenger on the jaw. But before Vanity can follow up with another punch… DING! The bell rings, ending the second round.
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- The champ struts back to her corner, satisfied with the message she’s sent. She stands in her corner, cocky and proud, and then pulls a move no one is expecting. She shouts out at Ivanna: “Let’s make this interesting… you got the guts to continue this fight topless, Payne?” Then, Vanity Vale begins to remove her top, to the roar of the crowd!
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- Despite her poor showing in the second round, Ivanna is still filled with confidence about her win. She hears Vanity’s challenge and shouts back, “That all you got?” Then, she proceeds to remove her own top! Ivanna Payne stands there and thinks, “Yeah… be happy with that last round, Vanity. Now it’s my turn to crush you.” DING! And the bell rings to start the third round, topless!
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- Round 3 begins and the vixens prowl to the center of the ring, circling and darting, waiting to be the first to strike. Both women feel looser now that the tops have come off.
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- And then Vanity Vale launches the first volley! But Ivanna Payne telegraphs it, and blocks it easily. Vanity is caught off guard, after feeling so confident with her attack.
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- Ivanna fires back with a right hook and throws her body into the punch. Vanity Vale’s head jerks to the side violently as the challenger launches a massive assault. Vanity tries to keep her footing as she falls into a daze under the force of the blows.
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- With Vanity in a daze, Ivanna crouches down and fires a right-handed missile straight into her unprotected stomach. Vanity loses her breath and Ivanna Payne begins to piledrive blow after blow into her belly. The champ goes weak from the oxygen being forced out of her.
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- Ivanna fires blow after blow into Vanity’s head, guiding her around the ring and straight into the ropes. Vanity stumbles back, trying to avoid the oncoming blows. A final right hook sends Vanity flying into the ropes.
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- Vanity Vale holds on to the ropes, using them as an anchor to keep herself steady. Ivanna Payne stops her attack and holds the champion in place against the ropes. She looks down with a smile of contempt.
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- “Hahaha… in the end, you’re just as weak as the others. Aww, where’s that little cocky smile of yours? Alright bitch, I’m bored. Say goodbye to your belt.”
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- The champion hangs there, displayed like a trophy. All she sees around her are blurry flashes of lights. Ivanna Payne then helps untangle her arms from the ropes and sets her up for a final punch.
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- And with full force, Ivanna decapitates Vanity Vale with a monstrous right swing! The limp champion bounces off the ropes and crashes over onto her back!
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- Vanity Vale lays stretched out across the ma, as Ivanna Payne struts around her body. The count begins. ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR….
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- Ivanna Payne takes in the cheers and boos of the crowd, and repays them by flaunting her powerful body. She looks down at the crushed body of the soon-to-be ex-champion. FIVE… SIX… SEVEN….
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- Vanity Vale’s body heaves in and out almost in tandem with the count. Her mouth is twisted in a frown with no sign of her previous snide smile. EIGHT… NINE… TEN… DING! DING! And with that, Vanity Vale’s reign comes to an end.
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- “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BY KNOCKOUT IN THE THIRD ROUND, THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… AND NEW FOXY BOXING CHAMPION OF THE WORLD… IVANNA PAYNE!” Ivanna Payne walks over and grabs her new Championship Belt. As the crowd both boos and cheers her, the new champion walks over to her fallen opponent and plants her foot across her head. She raises the Belt and shows it off to the crowd. “She was nothing! All your girls were nothing! I KILL CAREERS! I KILL LEGENDS! AND I KILLED ALL YOUR FIGHTERS! I AM PAYNE!!” The lights dim as the roar of the crowd continues on into the night.
B.A.B.E. 