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« on: June 23, 2025, 04:18:59 am »Sin City Slugfest VI
Blind Fold Match:
Florence Pugh vs Sopfia Wylie
Joe: Well here we are again for the next battle in the Sin City Slugfest 6 series. It promises to be another great matchup. The combatants are in the ring and still blindfolded and listening intently to the referee who finishes and allows the handlers to prepare to remove the blindfolds.
The handlers are ready and the referee calls for the bell.
Florence Pugh
The bell rings and Sofia immediately charges forward, peppering Florence with rapid jabs to the head and body. Florence stays composed, bobbing and weaving, then fires a sharp right hook to Sofia’s ribs that makes her wince. Sofia counters with a vicious left hook that snaps Florence’s head back, opening a cut above her right eyebrow—blood trickles down immediately. The two continue battling for several more seconds. Midway through the round, Sofia lands a low blow that sends Florence to one knee, gasping for air. Florence beats the count but Sofia presses aggressively, scoring a heavy body shot to the liver that drops Florence again seconds later. The bell saves Florence from further punishment.
Score: 10-8 in favor of Sofia
Round 2:
Despite the punishment, Florence comes out swinging, targeting Sofia’s midsection with punishing body shots—bruising ribs and flattening Sofia’s breath. Sofia retaliates with sharp head shots, splitting Florence’s other eyebrow and causing blood to flow freely. This seems to infuriate Florence who goes after Sofia with a vengeance. A brutal exchange ends with Florence landing a right uppercut that floors Sofia hard. Sofia rolls away, trying to recover, but the referee begins the count. Sofia rises just before ten, holding her side and gasping. The crowd roars as the fighters exchange furious combos and landing most of them. Sofia unfortunately could not get untracked after being knocked down and was more defensive than offensive as the seconds ticked away. Finally the bell sounded and Sofia was able to get off her feet to try to regain her composure.
Score: 10-9 in favor of Florence. Bout score: 29-28 in favor of Sofia
Round 3:
The bell sounds to begin round 3 and the two come out slowly. Both fighters look battered but determined. Florence targets Sofia’s bruised ribs and belly relentlessly, mixing in chest and breast shots that visibly slow Sofia’s movement. Sofia, gasping heavily, focuses on the head—unleashing fierce hooks and crosses that stagger Florence repeatedly. Florence manages to stay on her feet as Sofia’s punches are not very effective. Mid-round, Sofia lands a sweeping left hook that knocks Florence down. Florence beats the count but is clearly wobbly. Sofia charges, landing a heavy right cross to the jaw that sends Florence to the canvas again. This time, Florence is saved by the bell, barely able to stand.
Score: 10-9 in favor of Sofia. Bout score: 39-37 in favor of Sofia
Round 4:
The bell sounds for round 4 with Sofia seeming to move easier than the previous round but is obviously defending her ribs. Florence’s face is a mess—two swollen eyes, split eyebrows, blood dripping down her chin. She digs deep and opens up with vicious body shots, punishing Sofia’s already battered midsection. Sofia counters with hooks to the head and a savage uppercut that snaps Florence’s head back, opening a fresh cut on her lip. Suddenly, Sofia lands a brutal liver shot, and Florence collapses to the floor, gasping and clutching her side. The referee starts the count—Florence struggles but rises at nine, barely steady on her feet.
Florence is in trouble, BIG trouble while Sofia is still trying to protect her ribs as the two close the gap. Sofia lands a couple of sharp jabs which are countered by a combination jab to the head followed by a hook to the body which hurts Sofia who dances away hugging her midsection. Sofia throws a right hook with her free hand which Florence ducks and rabbit punches Sofia’s midsection. Luckily the bell sounds with both looking frazzled.
Score 10-9 in favor of Sofia. Bout score 49-46 in favor of Sofia
Round 5:
The bell sounds for the 5th round and Florence knows that she has to do something. The two circle one another and the pace slows as both women struggle for breath. Florence stays low, hammering Sofia’s ribs and belly, causing the younger fighter to wince and stagger. Sofia tries to keep moving but her breathing is heavy and uneven. Suddenly, Florence lands a crushing right hook to the temple that sends Sofia to the canvas. Blood pours from Sofia’s injured temple but Sofia shakes off the daze and jumps up, refusing to quit. The crowd is on their feet as the two battered fighters exchange wild punches in the final seconds, both gasping and bruised. Both looked gassed as the bell sounds and you cant really tell who is getting the best of the other. An even round with Florence gaining some points by knocking Sofia down.
Score: 10-9 in favor of Florence. Bout score: 58-56 in favor of Sofia
Round 6:
The bell clangs for Round 6, but neither woman surges forward. They drag their feet, bloodied and bruised, every step a battle in itself. Their faces are smeared red, hair matted with sweat and gore. Sofia’s eyes burn with desperation as she charges, forcing herself through exhaustion. She unleashes a desperate flurry—wild, savage punches that slam into Florence’s face and chest with the weight of sheer will. One vicious right opens a jagged gash above Florence’s left eye, blood spilling down her cheek like a crimson tear.
But the damage only seems to awaken something cruel in Florence as she nods her head while bobbing left to right.
With a snarl, she hammers back—piston-like punches slamming into Sofia’s ribs, again and again, each one echoing with a sickening thud. Sofia lets out a ragged gasp as her body bends under the strain. Florence’s gloves dig into her midsection, fists like wrecking balls breaking through flesh and bone. A hook to the liver sends a tremor through Sofia’s legs, and she stumbles into the corner—trapped.
Florence plants her feet like they are in cement and begins the execution.
Hooks, crosses, uppercuts—every strike is a cannon blast. Her fists thud into Sofia’s body with terrifying rhythm—rib, belly, rib, chest, belly again. Sofia’s knees buckle with each blow, mouth open in a silent scream, her arms dropping uselessly. She’s no longer defending—she’s absorbing, drowning in agony unable to breath.
A final left hook crashes into her navel with a sickening thud, and Sofia folds like a ragdoll. Her legs give out, and she collapses to the canvas, trembling, her body twitching from shock.
The referee kneels beside her, checking her unfocused eyes before shaking his head. The count hits ten, but Sofia softly moans.
Flornce Pugh wins by KO at 2 minutes 8 secinds of the 6th round.
Florence Pugh stands above her, fists bloodstained and heaving with breath—a savage, soul-stealing knockout sealed in agony.
Final: Florence wins by KO in Round 6 after an epic war of attrition, with both fighters leaving everything in the ring—swollen eyes, busted lips, heavy bruising, and bloodied faces, gasping for air but refusing to quit until the bitter end.
Aftermath & Reactions
The crowd looks a bit stunned as Sofia seemed to dominate most of the fight but the raw power in Florence's fists found a weakness and managed to capitalize on Sofia’s softened midsection. Sofia was completely overwhelmed and could not shake off the pain and Florence finished Sofia off with a massive body attack in the 6th round.
Sofia was helped back to the lockerroom by her teammates holding her bruised midsection unable to straighten herself up.
Florence followed seconds later nursing her bruised face with some ice and staunching a bit of bloodflow from the injuries to her eyes.
Post-Fight Interview – Florence Pugh
The camera cuts to the hallway just outside the medical area. The interviewer turns away from the Losers’ locker room, shaking his head grimly.
“She’s in no shape to talk,” he mutters.
Sofia is somewhere inside—laid flat on a bench, clutching her ribs, surrounded by her cornermen and medics. Her breath still comes in painful wheezes, her body too wrecked to face the cameras.
Instead, the crew turns to the opposite hallway, where Florence Pugh sits slouched on a folding chair, ice packs pressed to her face. Both her eyes are swollen, one nearly shut. Blood still seeps from a gash above her brow and a deep split in her lip. Her knuckles are red and raw, wrapped loosely now in bandages. But when she sees the cameras, Florence straightens with effort, grimacing through a tired, crooked smile.
“Damn,” she breathes. “That was a war.”
The interviewer smiles sympathetically. “Florence, congratulations. That was one of the most brutal comebacks we’ve seen. Sofia had the early lead—how did you turn it around?”
Florence exhales slowly, nodding. “Yeah, credit where it’s due—Sofia came in like a bullet. Fast, sharp, and mean. She rocked me early. That girl hits, man. She dropped me more than once. Honestly, I didn’t know if I was getting out of the third.” She leans forward slightly, wincing. “But I could feel her fading… then I saw her ribs. She was protecting them all night. Once I locked in, I just kept digging.”
When asked about facing someone from the feared Awesome Aries/Lost Wildcats stable, Florence grins through the swelling. “Look, those girls are no joke. I’ve seen them break people and they pretty much dominate Sin City. I know Sofia’s not their number one, but she damn well fights like one. She’s young, she's reckless, yeah—but she’s a hell of a prospect. Give her a year or two? She’s gonna be terrifying.”
The interviewer raises an eyebrow. “You mentioned her team and how they always bring it in the ring. What were your first thoughts when the blindfold came off and you saw Sofia standing across from you?”
Florence leans back slightly, a tired smirk forming despite the swelling on her lip.
She chuckles. “I guess... I was just glad it wasn’t McPhee. That would’ve been a damn nightmare.”
She pauses, then straightens with effort, wiping blood from her brow with the back of her taped hand.
“But seriously? The second I saw Sofia, I knew I was in for it. Any time you’re facing one of those Aries or Wildcat girls, it’s not gonna be pretty. You’re not fighting some plastic Barbie or a bikini skank looking to pose for a few rounds. You’re facing someone who came to break you.”
She taps her chest with a gloved hand, wincing slightly.
“And we Hellfire Girls? We don’t flinch from that. Travis makes sure of that. Sofia came out like a rocket and almost put me down for good. But by the sixth, I knew where the damage was. Her ribs were screaming. That round wasn’t about gameplans—it was instinct. Pure Hellfire. I went in to finish it.”
The interviewer then asks about her own team—The Hellfire Girls—and whether this win sends a message.
Florence chuckles, then groans from the pain. “Message sent. We may not come in flashy, but we hit hard. Real hard. Sofia found that out the hard way. Tonight, the Hellfire Girls lit it up.”
Written by The Awesome Aries
Blind Fold Match:
Florence Pugh vs Sopfia Wylie
Joe: Well here we are again for the next battle in the Sin City Slugfest 6 series. It promises to be another great matchup. The combatants are in the ring and still blindfolded and listening intently to the referee who finishes and allows the handlers to prepare to remove the blindfolds.
The handlers are ready and the referee calls for the bell.
Florence Pugh
- Age: 28 (born January 3, 1996)
- Height: 5'4" (163 cm)
- Weight:125 lbs (57 kg)
- Reach: 66" (168 cm)
- Background: Acclaimed actress known for physically demanding roles and a gritty, determined on-screen presence. Florence has trained in various movement disciplines for her film roles, enhancing her agility and stamina.
- Style: Combines solid endurance with quick, precise striking. Likely to focus on technical boxing with a balanced approach between offense and defense.
- Florence’s Approach: Maintain composure and pace, use her reach advantage to keep Sofia at bay, and capitalize on precision counters. Target mid-range exchanges to wear Sofia down.
- Age: 21 (born January 7, 2004)
- Height: 5'3" (160 cm)
- Weight 120 lbs (54 kg)
- Reach: 66" (163 cm)
- Background: Actress and dancer, known for dynamic performances and athleticism. Her dance training gives her excellent footwork, flexibility, and explosiveness.
- Style: Aggressive and fast-paced, relying on speed, agility, and volume punching to overwhelm opponents.
- Sofia’s Approach: Use rapid footwork and volume punches to pressure Florence relentlessly, aiming to disrupt her rhythm and land multiple body shots to sap her energy.
The bell rings and Sofia immediately charges forward, peppering Florence with rapid jabs to the head and body. Florence stays composed, bobbing and weaving, then fires a sharp right hook to Sofia’s ribs that makes her wince. Sofia counters with a vicious left hook that snaps Florence’s head back, opening a cut above her right eyebrow—blood trickles down immediately. The two continue battling for several more seconds. Midway through the round, Sofia lands a low blow that sends Florence to one knee, gasping for air. Florence beats the count but Sofia presses aggressively, scoring a heavy body shot to the liver that drops Florence again seconds later. The bell saves Florence from further punishment.
Score: 10-8 in favor of Sofia
Round 2:
Despite the punishment, Florence comes out swinging, targeting Sofia’s midsection with punishing body shots—bruising ribs and flattening Sofia’s breath. Sofia retaliates with sharp head shots, splitting Florence’s other eyebrow and causing blood to flow freely. This seems to infuriate Florence who goes after Sofia with a vengeance. A brutal exchange ends with Florence landing a right uppercut that floors Sofia hard. Sofia rolls away, trying to recover, but the referee begins the count. Sofia rises just before ten, holding her side and gasping. The crowd roars as the fighters exchange furious combos and landing most of them. Sofia unfortunately could not get untracked after being knocked down and was more defensive than offensive as the seconds ticked away. Finally the bell sounded and Sofia was able to get off her feet to try to regain her composure.
Score: 10-9 in favor of Florence. Bout score: 29-28 in favor of Sofia
Round 3:
The bell sounds to begin round 3 and the two come out slowly. Both fighters look battered but determined. Florence targets Sofia’s bruised ribs and belly relentlessly, mixing in chest and breast shots that visibly slow Sofia’s movement. Sofia, gasping heavily, focuses on the head—unleashing fierce hooks and crosses that stagger Florence repeatedly. Florence manages to stay on her feet as Sofia’s punches are not very effective. Mid-round, Sofia lands a sweeping left hook that knocks Florence down. Florence beats the count but is clearly wobbly. Sofia charges, landing a heavy right cross to the jaw that sends Florence to the canvas again. This time, Florence is saved by the bell, barely able to stand.
Score: 10-9 in favor of Sofia. Bout score: 39-37 in favor of Sofia
Round 4:
The bell sounds for round 4 with Sofia seeming to move easier than the previous round but is obviously defending her ribs. Florence’s face is a mess—two swollen eyes, split eyebrows, blood dripping down her chin. She digs deep and opens up with vicious body shots, punishing Sofia’s already battered midsection. Sofia counters with hooks to the head and a savage uppercut that snaps Florence’s head back, opening a fresh cut on her lip. Suddenly, Sofia lands a brutal liver shot, and Florence collapses to the floor, gasping and clutching her side. The referee starts the count—Florence struggles but rises at nine, barely steady on her feet.
Florence is in trouble, BIG trouble while Sofia is still trying to protect her ribs as the two close the gap. Sofia lands a couple of sharp jabs which are countered by a combination jab to the head followed by a hook to the body which hurts Sofia who dances away hugging her midsection. Sofia throws a right hook with her free hand which Florence ducks and rabbit punches Sofia’s midsection. Luckily the bell sounds with both looking frazzled.
Score 10-9 in favor of Sofia. Bout score 49-46 in favor of Sofia
Round 5:
The bell sounds for the 5th round and Florence knows that she has to do something. The two circle one another and the pace slows as both women struggle for breath. Florence stays low, hammering Sofia’s ribs and belly, causing the younger fighter to wince and stagger. Sofia tries to keep moving but her breathing is heavy and uneven. Suddenly, Florence lands a crushing right hook to the temple that sends Sofia to the canvas. Blood pours from Sofia’s injured temple but Sofia shakes off the daze and jumps up, refusing to quit. The crowd is on their feet as the two battered fighters exchange wild punches in the final seconds, both gasping and bruised. Both looked gassed as the bell sounds and you cant really tell who is getting the best of the other. An even round with Florence gaining some points by knocking Sofia down.
Score: 10-9 in favor of Florence. Bout score: 58-56 in favor of Sofia
Round 6:
The bell clangs for Round 6, but neither woman surges forward. They drag their feet, bloodied and bruised, every step a battle in itself. Their faces are smeared red, hair matted with sweat and gore. Sofia’s eyes burn with desperation as she charges, forcing herself through exhaustion. She unleashes a desperate flurry—wild, savage punches that slam into Florence’s face and chest with the weight of sheer will. One vicious right opens a jagged gash above Florence’s left eye, blood spilling down her cheek like a crimson tear.
But the damage only seems to awaken something cruel in Florence as she nods her head while bobbing left to right.
With a snarl, she hammers back—piston-like punches slamming into Sofia’s ribs, again and again, each one echoing with a sickening thud. Sofia lets out a ragged gasp as her body bends under the strain. Florence’s gloves dig into her midsection, fists like wrecking balls breaking through flesh and bone. A hook to the liver sends a tremor through Sofia’s legs, and she stumbles into the corner—trapped.
Florence plants her feet like they are in cement and begins the execution.
Hooks, crosses, uppercuts—every strike is a cannon blast. Her fists thud into Sofia’s body with terrifying rhythm—rib, belly, rib, chest, belly again. Sofia’s knees buckle with each blow, mouth open in a silent scream, her arms dropping uselessly. She’s no longer defending—she’s absorbing, drowning in agony unable to breath.
A final left hook crashes into her navel with a sickening thud, and Sofia folds like a ragdoll. Her legs give out, and she collapses to the canvas, trembling, her body twitching from shock.
The referee kneels beside her, checking her unfocused eyes before shaking his head. The count hits ten, but Sofia softly moans.
Flornce Pugh wins by KO at 2 minutes 8 secinds of the 6th round.
Florence Pugh stands above her, fists bloodstained and heaving with breath—a savage, soul-stealing knockout sealed in agony.
Final: Florence wins by KO in Round 6 after an epic war of attrition, with both fighters leaving everything in the ring—swollen eyes, busted lips, heavy bruising, and bloodied faces, gasping for air but refusing to quit until the bitter end.
Aftermath & Reactions
The crowd looks a bit stunned as Sofia seemed to dominate most of the fight but the raw power in Florence's fists found a weakness and managed to capitalize on Sofia’s softened midsection. Sofia was completely overwhelmed and could not shake off the pain and Florence finished Sofia off with a massive body attack in the 6th round.
Sofia was helped back to the lockerroom by her teammates holding her bruised midsection unable to straighten herself up.
Florence followed seconds later nursing her bruised face with some ice and staunching a bit of bloodflow from the injuries to her eyes.
Post-Fight Interview – Florence Pugh
The camera cuts to the hallway just outside the medical area. The interviewer turns away from the Losers’ locker room, shaking his head grimly.
“She’s in no shape to talk,” he mutters.
Sofia is somewhere inside—laid flat on a bench, clutching her ribs, surrounded by her cornermen and medics. Her breath still comes in painful wheezes, her body too wrecked to face the cameras.
Instead, the crew turns to the opposite hallway, where Florence Pugh sits slouched on a folding chair, ice packs pressed to her face. Both her eyes are swollen, one nearly shut. Blood still seeps from a gash above her brow and a deep split in her lip. Her knuckles are red and raw, wrapped loosely now in bandages. But when she sees the cameras, Florence straightens with effort, grimacing through a tired, crooked smile.
“Damn,” she breathes. “That was a war.”
The interviewer smiles sympathetically. “Florence, congratulations. That was one of the most brutal comebacks we’ve seen. Sofia had the early lead—how did you turn it around?”
Florence exhales slowly, nodding. “Yeah, credit where it’s due—Sofia came in like a bullet. Fast, sharp, and mean. She rocked me early. That girl hits, man. She dropped me more than once. Honestly, I didn’t know if I was getting out of the third.” She leans forward slightly, wincing. “But I could feel her fading… then I saw her ribs. She was protecting them all night. Once I locked in, I just kept digging.”
When asked about facing someone from the feared Awesome Aries/Lost Wildcats stable, Florence grins through the swelling. “Look, those girls are no joke. I’ve seen them break people and they pretty much dominate Sin City. I know Sofia’s not their number one, but she damn well fights like one. She’s young, she's reckless, yeah—but she’s a hell of a prospect. Give her a year or two? She’s gonna be terrifying.”
The interviewer raises an eyebrow. “You mentioned her team and how they always bring it in the ring. What were your first thoughts when the blindfold came off and you saw Sofia standing across from you?”
Florence leans back slightly, a tired smirk forming despite the swelling on her lip.
She chuckles. “I guess... I was just glad it wasn’t McPhee. That would’ve been a damn nightmare.”
She pauses, then straightens with effort, wiping blood from her brow with the back of her taped hand.
“But seriously? The second I saw Sofia, I knew I was in for it. Any time you’re facing one of those Aries or Wildcat girls, it’s not gonna be pretty. You’re not fighting some plastic Barbie or a bikini skank looking to pose for a few rounds. You’re facing someone who came to break you.”
She taps her chest with a gloved hand, wincing slightly.
“And we Hellfire Girls? We don’t flinch from that. Travis makes sure of that. Sofia came out like a rocket and almost put me down for good. But by the sixth, I knew where the damage was. Her ribs were screaming. That round wasn’t about gameplans—it was instinct. Pure Hellfire. I went in to finish it.”
The interviewer then asks about her own team—The Hellfire Girls—and whether this win sends a message.
Florence chuckles, then groans from the pain. “Message sent. We may not come in flashy, but we hit hard. Real hard. Sofia found that out the hard way. Tonight, the Hellfire Girls lit it up.”
Written by The Awesome Aries