As Raquel continues her championship reign, a new international threat emerges.
Penelope Primrose was gearing up in the locker room for her next fight, but she wasn’t worried. The English beauty had faced and beaten one of the toughest women in the UK, Morgan Mace. Now, she was facing a challenge from a woman new to the UK rankings. Primrose was ready to knock this new woman out, but wanted to give the fans a good show.
Finally, she heard her name announced over the loudspeaker. “HER OPPONENT TONIGHT… FIGHTING OUT OF THE BLUE CORNER… LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME… THE UNDEFEATED UK FOXY BOXING CHAMPION… PENELOPE-E-E-E PRIMRO-O-O-SE!!” The crowd was on its feet cheering their champion on. Penelope came strutting down the aisle showing off the Championship Belt under her robe.
The champ slid through the ropes and dropped her robe, revealing her body wrapped in her Union Jack fighting gear. She raised her belt high in the air and smiled out at the crowd. She was ready to hand out a good beating to her challenger and walk out of the ring with the belt back around her waist, like all her previous fights.
But this fight was different. Penelope found herself clobbered around the ring, treated like an amateur fighter. As much as she tried dodging, she was met with blow after blow… punches that ripped through her defenses and felt like hammers to her flesh. For 3 solid rounds, she was crushed in the middle of the ring. Fans around the arena and everyone watching at home were astonished at how their champion was being treated in the ring.
Finally, after a brutal assault, Penelope’s opponent paused, allowing the British lass to catch her breath. But Primrose stood there, confused, blurry, and beaten. Her fists were held in front of her, but they lacked any power to defend her. She looked up at her opponent with her left eye, her right obscured by a growing welt.
And there in front of her stood her opponent, Rayne, a new fighter from Germany who had recently joined the UK circuit. Rayne had been traveling the better part of Europe, taking on various women and defeating them in their home countries. Eventually, she made her way to Great Britain and was granted a Championship match, with promoters thinking she’d be a good opponent for Penelope to defeat after her last heated battle with Morgan Mace. But now, Rayne looked at the undefeated UK champion and smirked. She thought, “This is the greatest England has to offer?”
And with that, she swung a clean right fist straight up into Penelope’s jaw, knocking her senseless. The crowd gasped as they saw their champion come crashing down onto the canvas, flat on her back.
Penelope Primrose did not stir as she was slowly counted out. There was a silence in the air when the count reached 10 and that silence was broken by the announcement: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER BY KNOCKOUT IN THE 3RD ROUND AND NEW UK FOXY BOXING CHAMPION… RAYNE!!” Rayne grabbed her new belt and held it up like like a trinket for all the crowd to see. And then she did the unexpected.
Rayne dropped the UK belt onto its former owner like it was a piece of garbage. She yelled out, “I’m in a good mood tonight… your champion can have her little belt. Let her keep it as a reminder of the woman who destroyed her tonight… RAYNE!”
And with that, Rayne walked out of the ring, leaving behind her the wreckage of the UK Foxy Boxing Champion. As she walked down the aisle back to the locker rooms, she told the fans, “I am finished with your country. Let’s see what the rest of the world has to offer me.”
Akira Asuka had entered the ring ready to face her next challenger. After her defeat of Shizu Shimada, she had become a national heroine. Her family all sat in the audience, proud that she had brought great honor to the family name and continued their tradition of championship standing.
Unfortunately, her opponent was not as impressed with her. Rayne had traveled to Japan and issued a challenge to their national Champion. Akira gladly accepted as a matter of honor and sportsmanship. But now, she was in the ring fighting the battle of her life… and losing.
By the 2nd round, Akira was at Rayne’s mercy. She had been bludgeoned throughout the match, unable to match her opponent’s strength. Eventually, to the shock of her family, she had collapsed onto her opponent, hoping for the punishment to end.
Rayne gladly welcomed the Japanese Foxy Boxing Champion into her arms and leveraged her body into position to better pound into her tender belly. She whispered into her ear, “What a shame… you were supposed to last longer than this.” Eventually, Rayne allowed the champ to collapse onto the mat in painful defeat.
Akira lay twisted on the canvas, her distraught face hidden from family and fans. The referee counted to 10 slowly, but she did not bother rising. And then it was over. Rayne was announced as the new Japanese Foxy Boxing Champion. She raised the belt high above her head and placed her foot on top of the ex-champ’s body. There she displayed her new trophy.
And then, Rayne crouched down and turned Akira’s body over for all the crowd to see. She laid the belt across the ex-champ’s body and told her, “You can keep your championship belt tonight. You did not present a challenge worthy of me earning that belt. Keep it and show your family what type of champion you really are.” And with that, Rayne left Akira is a state of dishonor.
Kamilah Kuti stood tall in the center of the ring. The fans roared for their champ as she strutted around the ring. Yes, she had heard of this new fighter making her way around the world. This challenger to her crown had taken out the UK champ, the Japanese champ, along with several other women throughout Europe and Asia. But Kamilah was different. She had taken on the strongest women Africa had to offer. And Kamilah took them all out. This new German fighter would feel the taste of her gloves before collapsing in defeat. After all… Kamilah was perfection.
And that is what Rayne reminded the Nigerian Champion of with every punch to her head, after she had maneuvered her into a corner. “Here you go, ‘perfection’!” “Is this perfect enough for you?” Kamilah had started off well enough, but soon into the match, Rayne had overpowered the champ and crushed her in front of all the fans. Now, she was having her way with her in a corner, ravaging her head.
Kamilah Kuti, Africa’s greatest champion, had been destroyed by this new fighter. Her body was limp against the corner and her head was rocked back and forth. Finally, Rayne had had enough and nearly decapitated her with a vicious right uppercut. Kamilah’s defeated body crumpled to the mat.
And once again, Rayne had captured a Championship belt. She strutted around the ring wearing the Nigerian belt, after Kamilah had been slowly counted out to the shock of all in the arena. Nigeria had a new Foxy Boxing Champion: Rayne!
But out of a complete sign of disrespect, Rayne dropped the belt onto the beaten ex-champ and planted her foot on top of her. Rayne looked down at Kamilah, smirked, and said, “Perfection.”
Then, Rayne looked out at the crowd and addressed the cameras. “Your champions are nothing! Your countries are nothing! Europe… Asia… Africa… I’ve conquered it all!”
“Now, I move on to conquer the Americas. I will take out the greatest they have to offer. I will pound the Latin American into the ground. And then, I will pick apart the bones of the American champion and feed on her tenderized flesh. Get ready.”
The crowd welcomed their champion, Luiza Lima, with deafening cheers. Luiza strutted around the ring, lifting her belt high in the air. Despite all the news in the air about her opponent, Rayne, Luiza felt confident. She was known for her speed in the ring and she knew that if she stayed one step ahead of her challenger, she’d come out ahead… again.
Luiza’s challenger, Rayne, stood in the corner admiring the form of the Brazilian champion as she flaunted her belt around the ring. Tonight, Rayne wanted to send a message. She wanted the American champion to see just what would be in store for her if she was brave enough to face her.
The match started and both women weaved around each other. Luiza then went on the offensive. But she was caught by surprised when she realized that as quick as she was with her punches, Rayne effortlessly dodged them!
Rayne, on the other hand, found her targets around Luiza’s body easily. The Brazilian champion failed at escaping her assault, despite how speedily she moved.
Rayne overpowered the champ easily. With fists of steel, she massacred the woman in front of all her fans… all within the first round! Soon, Luiza stopped trying to dodge Rayne’s attacks as her energy was beaten out of her. Her body submitted to Rayne’s power.
And Rayne took full advantage of that. She slammed Luiza into the ropes and began to use her soft body as a punching bag.
Luiza’s face, chest, and belly were battered beyond belief as some in the crowd cried out for the beating to stop. The fans were distraught over seeing their heroine treated like a rag doll against the ropes.
But Rayne just continued with her unanswered beating. “Fight back, champ, fight back!” is all Rayne shouted as she pounded into Luiza.
But Luiza was out of the fight. Rayne stopped momentarily and allowed the Brazilian champion to stumble forward. Luiza tried to keep her footing as she gripped her damaged tummy.
And then Rayne lunged in with a rock-solid left uppercut that lifted the Latin beauty off her feet!
Luiza landed spread-eagled on her back and was giving a long, sad 10-count. But she did not stir. And the fans cried when the announcement was made: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE WINNER BY KNOCKOUT IN THE FIRST ROUND… AND NEW BRAZILIAN FOXY BOXING CHAMPION… RAYNE!!” And Rayne held the belt up, stepped on the loser’s head, and shouted, “Cry for your champion! Cry for your heroine!”
And then she addressed the cameras. “Is that American champion brave enough to face me? She’s seen what I can do. No women can beat me, champion or not! Come on, Rocky… meet me in the ring!”
Luiza, meanwhile, remained knocked out, bloodied, and bruised in the ring. Rayne delicately placed her belt over her and laughed, “Keep that trinket… strut around with it and flaunt it to your fans. And remember that I let you keep it!”
And the crowd looked sadly upon their destroyed heroine. It was doubtful if Luiza would model again, let alone fight again. It was a sad evening in Brazil.
Rayne walked out laughing. She still had women to destroy. But did the American champ have the courage to face her?
“Yes, folks, I will be putting my championship belt on the line, one… last… time. And I’m putting it up against Rayne. RAYNE. I know you’ve been calling me out. Well, now you have your chance. Yes, I’ll meet you in the ring. And once I knock your ass out in front of the world, I will end my career with the belt still around my waist. Get ready.” And Rayne smiled.