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« on: June 24, 2025, 09:48:33 pm »Sin City Slugfest V
IBlind Fold Match:
Nadyasonika vs Shay Mitchell
Fighter Profiles & Tale of the Tape Shay Mitchell
As with all Sin City Slugfest VI bouts, the fighters will approach their corners blindfolded, unaware of their opponent’s identity until the bell rings and the masks come off. This demands mental sharpness, fast adaptation, and keen instincts in the opening exchanges.
Shay’s Approach:
Shay has been in the ring since she was a teenager. Her boxing skill are legendary but she faces a bigger and stronger opponent. Shay must use her jab, movement, and head control to stay mobile and avoid brawling. Her goal is to frustrate Nadyasonika with movement and pepper her with shots from the outside, then tie up or pivot out of danger when pressured.
Nadyasonika’s Approach:
Close the distance early, take away Shay’s speed and space, and go heavy to the body. Her power and strength are key assets. She should aim to slow Shay’s legs with thudding body shots and push the pace to force fatigue and mistakes. Nadyasonika must also use her size to bully Shay into the ropes to keep her in check.
Round 1:
They meet in the middle of the ring and touch gloves. Neither really know much about the other but none of that matters at the moment. They trade at a distance each deflecting their opponents blows. Shay resets on the balls of her feet, darting side to side, her eyes locked on Nadyasonika. She snaps her jab out again and again, picking at Nadyasonika’s face, keeping her at bay. Nadyasonika growls, launching wild bombs — looping hooks and overhands that slice through the air just inches from Shay’s head. Shay ducks one, pivots, and lands a stinging jab to Nadyasonika’s cheek. Another furious right from Nadyasonika whistles past Shay’s chin. Shay counters with a slick triple jab, popping Nadyasonika’s head back. Nadyasonika snarls and lunges, but Shay glides out of reach, tagging her again with a sharp jab to the nose.
In the final minute of the round, Nadyasonika charges with renewed fury, feinting high before burying a vicious right hook deep into Shay’s stomach. Shay gasps, stumbling back a step as pain ripples through her core. But she bites down, resets, and flicks out her jab with machine-like precision. Pop. Pop. Pop. Three clean shots snap Nadyasonika’s head back. Nadyasonika roars and barrels forward again, throwing wild punches, but Shay keeps her distance, sliding to her left and spearing another jab into Nadyasonika’s mouth. Blood trickles from the corner of Nadyasonika’s lip as Shay peppers her with two more stinging jabs just before the bell.
Scoring: 10-9 Shay
Damage: Shay’s left side pink from a wicked body shot. Nadyasonika’s cheek red from straight jabs.
Round 2:
Nadyasonika charges in like a bulldozer, ripping lefts and rights into Shay’s body. A savage left hook digs just beneath Shay’s breast, drawing a sharp grunt from her lips. Shay backs into the ropes, gloves up, trying to weather the storm. Nadyasonika unloads—pummeling her midsection with thudding shots to the belly, ribs, and chest. Shay groans, absorbing the punishment, her skin turning red from the assault. Desperate to slow the onslaught, she wraps Nadyasonika in a tight clinch, gasping for breath as the referee watches closely.
Shay grits her teeth, holding on as Nadyasonika relentlessly hammers her ribs and the soft undersides of her breasts with heavy shots. The referee finally steps in, breaking them apart just as Shay’s breath starts to falter. Immediately, Shay hops back on her bike, snapping out crisp jabs that snap Nadyasonika’s head back repeatedly. But the determined Cosplay Star plods forward, methodically cutting off the ring with heavy steps. Suddenly, she shoves Shay hard onto the ropes. Shay’s gloves fly up to protect her head and arms, but her elbows are tucked tightly in as she leans forward, bracing for the storm. Nadyasonika rains down vicious hooks and crosses into Shay’s guarded arms, battering her defense with relentless pressure. After another fierce exchange, Shay is forced to back away, circling cautiously for the remainder of the round, trying to regain her composure under the heavy assault.
Scoring: 10-8 Nadyasonika (dominant round)
Damage: Shay’s midsection is pink and swelling. Eyes blinking rapidly. Nadyasonika bleeding lightly from the lip.
Round 3:
Shay gets a sharp earful from her corner. "What the hell was that? You’d think you’d never even put on a pair of gloves before." Shay just nods, biting back, "I know, I know."
Meanwhile, Nadyasonika takes slow, measured breaths, her focus razor-sharp. The moment the bell rings, she springs to her feet and slams her gloves together with a loud, echoing smack—ready to turn up the heat.
Shay explodes out of the corner, eager to build on her momentum. She ducks a wild overhand left from Nadyasonika and immediately fires back with fierce counterpunches. A slick pivot creates space, and Shay unloads three punishing shots to Nadyasonika’s body. Caught off guard with her guard high, Nadyasonika takes the blows full force, wincing as the impact lands. Now it’s the Cosplay Queen who starts backing up, her hands dropping as Shay relentlessly targets her midsection.
Shay feints high before driving in brutal hooks to the lower body — one lands flush on the liver, making Nadyasonika’s knees buckle. Sensing weakness, Shay pours on the pressure: uppercut, hook to the belly, then a slap-hook to the ribs. Nadyasonika groans, staggering back, her guard now dangerously low.
Seizing the moment, Shay snaps a double jab to the left breast, followed by a crushing right cross to the chin. Nadyasonika reels back into the ropes. Shay leans in, resting her chin on the bruised Cosplay Star’s shoulder, then rains quick punches to the sides of her breasts.
F&ck off, B!tch!” Nadyasonika snarls, shoving Shay hard in the chest, sending her crashing to the mat.
“WARNING! Official warning!” the referee calls out, but Nadyasonika shrugs it off and resets just as the bell clangs, ready for more.
Scoring: 10-8 Shay (near knockdown - complete domination)
Damage: Nadyasonika’s side bruised; she holds her right flank. Shay’s belly showing deep pink bruising but regains momentum.
Round 4:
They step out more cautiously, gloves high, eyes locked—but it doesn’t last. Shay fires a stiff jab that splits Nadyasonika’s lip, then dips low to hammer her body again. Nadyasonika winces, caught off guard, and eats a cross to the mouth before she can reset. She feints, ducks low, and explodes upward with a vicious right hook to Shay’s sternum—CRACK! Shay’s legs buckle and she drops to one knee, gasping for air. The crowd erupts—a body shot knockdown! Shay beats the count at eight, clutching her core as the ref waves them back in.
Nadyasonika closes in like a predator, and Shay clinches desperately, buying seconds. But the Cosplay Queen smells blood. She barrels through Shay’s jabs, taking shots to the face just to get inside. Once there, she unleashes a storm. Shay’s defense is tight, but the relentless punches to her arms and biceps begin to wear her down. Nadyasonika is a freight train—unstoppable, churning forward, punch after punch. In another brutal, one-sided round, it’s Nadyasonika who breaks Shay down, exposing her inch by inch.
Scoring: 10-8 Nadyasonika
Damage: Shay’s ribs severely bruised and sore. Breathing labored. Nadyasonika also showing swelling on her right eye.
Round 5:
Shay digs deep, her chest heaving, face streaked with sweat. She plants her feet and lets her hands fly—looping hooks, snapping uppercuts, stiff jabs to the body. She uses her speed and precision to dart in and out, tagging Nadyasonika with pinpoint shots that snap her head or sting her ribs. Nadyasonika absorbs the blows and powers through, answering with brute force. She lunges forward, hammering heavy shots into Shay’s flanks, looking to slow her down. They trade blistering combinations in the center of the ring—neither giving an inch.
Shay scores with a quick one-two to the chin, then dips low and slams a jab to the belly. Nadyasonika grunts, then fires a monstrous right hand that glances off Shay’s cheek. They both fire to the chest—vicious punches to the breasts and side-boob that draw gasps from the crowd and gritted winces from the fighters. Shay weaves away, then digs a sharp liver shot that freezes Nadyasonika for half a second. But the Cosplay Queen responds with a thunderous uppercut under Shay’s bust that snaps her head back.
By the final seconds of the round, both women are swaying, bodies glistening with sweat, mouths open, gasping. Speed versus power—neither able to dominate, both refusing to fall.
Scoring: 10-10 (Too close. All heart.)
Damage: Shay’s left eye puffing. Nadyasonika’s right breast showing bruising. Ribs on both women visibly marked.
Round 6:
Shay takes a deep breath in her corner, rolling her shoulders, shaking the sting from her ribs. Her legs feel steadier now—her footwork sharper. When the round starts, she’s moving with purpose, circling on the balls of her feet, just outside of Nadyasonika’s reach. The Cosplay Queen, still riding the high of her earlier knockdown, barrels forward with heavy punches. But now, Shay’s not there to be hit. She slips a wild right, then a looping left, letting Nadyasonika’s fists slice through empty air.
Shay answers with quick, surgical jabs—pop, pop, pop—right to the face, tagging Nadyasonika between the eyes and on the nose. The punches don’t rock her, but they score clean, and each miss from Nadyasonika takes more out of her arms, her punches slowing with every failed attempt. Frustration grows. Nadyasonika winds up a big right—but Shay’s already gone, gliding to her left and firing a stiff jab that catches her opponent square in the mouth.
The damage is adding up. Nadyasonika’s face is reddening, her nose trickling blood, and her chest rising and falling heavier now. Shay stays calm, disciplined—still light on her feet—picking her spots and outscoring her opponent. Jabs, jabs, a feint low, then a cracking left hook to the jaw snaps Nadyasonika’s head around and sends her stumbling back—crashing against a table at ringside.
The crowd erupts.
Shay doesn’t hesitate. She surges forward, unloading a vicious left-right-left combo to Nadyasonika’s head. The Cosplay Queen’s guard is sloppy now, and her legs are wobbly. She reaches out to clinch, desperate to buy time—but Shay has none of it. She ducks under the grab and drives a brutal uppercut straight into Nadyasonika’s sternum. The shot lands with a sickening thud, folding her opponent in half.
Nadyasonika stumbles back, arms hanging, mouth open as she gasps for air. Shay, breathing hard but focused, steps in close—ready to finish what she started.
Scoring: 10-9 Shay
Damage: Nadyasonika wincing after every body shot. Nose trickling blood. Shay holding ribs but surging.
Round 7:
Both fighters are running on fumes, their bodies soaked in sweat, bruised and battered. Shay, breath ragged and ribs aching, digs deep into whatever reserves she has left. She storms forward, unleashing a furious flurry—combinations to the head, chest, and shoulders, trying to break Nadyasonika’s guard with sheer will. Left hook! Right cross! An uppercut snaps Nadyasonika’s head back—but the Cosplay Queen doesn’t break. Her bloodied lip curls into a snarl, eyes locked in like a woman possessed.
Nadyasonika shifts tactics, absorbing the punishment and responding with savage precision. She digs into Shay’s ribs with bone-cracking hooks—left, right, left again—each one drawing a tortured gasp from Shay’s lungs. Shay winces, grits her teeth, and somehow fires back. A sneaky uppercut drills into Nadyasonika’s breast, nearly knocking it free from its top. Nadyasonika grunts in agony, staggering back—but Shay presses forward. A left hook to the cheek! A right to the ribs! Anoter chopping right to the breast! She steps in, loading a final straight punch—
—but Nadyasonika ducks and counters with a thunderous overhand right that lands flush on Shay’s jaw with a sickening crack.
Shay reels back, stunned, her legs jelly beneath her. Her feet stumble in desperate retreat, barely keeping up with her swaying frame. She feints left, then jogs weakly to the right, trying to buy time, but Nadyasonika is relentless. She jabs now, using her reach to trap Shay, her arms acting like walls, her power unrelenting. She shoves Shay hard—but Shay ducks and circles out, fighting pure on instinct.
Still, Shay’s not clear. She’s still dazed, vision swimming. She tries to stay away, but Nadyasonika expertly cuts off the ring, cornering her and forcing her back into the ropes. Shay dips left again, looking to escape—but Nadyasonika stamps her foot down on Shay’s right foot, pinning her in place.
Then comes the onslaught—a brutal hook to the ribs, folding Shay sideways. An uppercut smashes into her left breast, drawing a strangled cry. Then—a perfectly placed blow to the drawstrings of Shay’s top, snapping it back with surgical cruelty. Shay’s eyes go wide, mouthpiece dangling from her lips.
CRACK! Another hook lands exactly in the same spot. Shay’s eyes flutter shut. Her body buckles and she crumples sideways like a collapsing building, crashing to the canvas with a thud. Her gloves twitch once... then go still.
The referee’s voice cuts through the chaos.
“1… 2… 3…”
Shay's corner are screaming for her to get up.
“4… 5… 6…”
Shay’s eyelids flicker. Her chest rises in shallow breaths.
“7… 8…”
She’s still on her back, unmoving.
“10!”
It’s over.
The Cosplay Queen stands tall—bloodied, bruised, but victorious.
Winner: Nadyasonika via 7th Round KO
Post-Fight:
Nadyasonika throws her arms into the air, letting out a primal roar as she jumps up and down, sweat flying from her hair. The crowd erupts around her. She had just gone to war with one of the best in the business—and survived. More than survived. Her raw power, grit, and refusal to back down proved too much. In the end, it was her relentless body assault and crushing finish that sealed the deal. Shay gave her everything, but Nadyasonika stood tall.
Breathing heavily, still flushed with adrenaline, Nadyasonika walks over to where Shay lies surrounded by her corner. The medics give her space as she drops to one knee beside her fallen opponent. Her expression softens. She gently places a glove on Shay’s shoulder, leaning in with a few quiet words.
After a moment, Shay nods weakly, still dazed but conscious. Seeing that she’s okay, Nadyasonika helps her sit up, then pulls her into a respectful embrace. The two warriors share a hug—no trash talk, no gloating. Just mutual respect carved out of pain and war. The crowd, witnessing the sportsmanship, rises in applause.
Two fighters. One winner. One unforgettable war.
Loser's Locker Room
Shay sits slouched on the bench, a towel draped over her shoulders. Her chest still rises and falls from the brutal war she just endured. Her jaw is bruised, and a nasty mouse swells under her right eye. But it’s the deep pink welts and bruises across her midsection that tell the real story — her body bears the full imprint of a savage fight.
The interviewer sits beside her, giving her a brief moment before asking gently, “You okay?”
Shay exhales a tired chuckle. “I’m fine now… but that was a war.”
“It looked like you were trading rounds evenly with Nadyasonika, but in the end, her power seemed to make the difference.”
Shay nods, wiping the sweat from her brow. “That — and that girl can take a punch. I’m no lightweight. I hit hard, and there aren’t many women who eat those shots and stay standing. I just couldn’t put her away.”
“She’s tough.”
“She’s damn tough,” Shay agrees. “The Cosplay Queens? Don’t let their records fool you. Anyone who’s stepped into the ring with one knows — they come to fight.”
“With your boss recently signing a cross-training deal with the Wicked Queens, maybe she should think about doing the same with the Queens of Cosplay.”
Shay offers a tired smile. “Trust me, Kylie’s tried — more than once. She’d love to have them in our corner. There’s a lot of hate out there, and we need all the help we can get.”
“You had her in real trouble. Looked like you were going in for the knockout, and then…”
Shay sighs, her voice tinged with regret. “That one’s on me. I thought I had her. Hell, she had her eyes closed — I felt it. I went in to finish her… but she wasn’t done. Probably a long way from done. She caught me clean, and it was lights out.”
She looks down for a moment, then back up with quiet respect. “Full credit to Nadyasonika. She earned that win tonight.”
Winner’s Locker Room
Nadyasonika stands tall in the center of the locker room, bare-chested and glistening with sweat. She slowly unties the wraps around her bruised hands, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The marks of battle are vivid across her torso—welts, bruises, and deep red imprints that tell the story of a war hard fought.
“Congratulations on a big win.”
She nods, exhaling sharply.
“Not easy. Shay’s a pure boxer—fast feet, and that jab? Always in your face. She made me work for every inch.”
“You two were very evenly matched—went back and forth all night. But in the end, it was your power that made the difference.”
Nadyasonika shrugs, a flicker of both pride and respect in her eyes.
“I tagged her good, yeah… but don’t sleep on Shay’s power. My body’s the proof of it.”
The reporter glances down at the angry, purple bruises blooming beneath Nadyasonika’s full D-cup breasts.
“Oof. That’s gotta hurt.”
Nadyasonika chuckles, unfazed.
“All part of stepping into the ring. This is what the fans pay their hard-earned dollars for—two women beating the **** out of each other. It doesn’t get better than that.”
“You did get a warning for that shove after the bell. Was that intentional?”
She pauses, smirking slightly.
“Okay, my temper got the better of me. Shay’s relentless. She doesn’t stop. I just needed space—but yeah, maybe not the smartest move.”
“What did you say to her when you kneeled down after the fight?”
Her voice softens.
“I told her it was a hell of a fight. Could’ve gone either way. Nothing bad to say about her—just respect.”
“The Queens of Cosplay could easily be 2–0. Your teammate Jessica Nigri had the fight in the bag against Jennifer Lopez but let it slip away.”
Nadyasonika’s jaw tightens. She nods slowly.
“I feel horrible for Jess. She had Lopez down, was really beating the snot out of her, and then… she got tagged. One shot changed everything.”
She exhales sharply, a flicker of frustration crossing her face.
“I wasn’t gonna let that happen against Shay. Not this time. I stayed locked in, even when I was hurting. No way was I letting this one slip.”
“Thanks, Nadyasonika. We all look forward to seeing you in Canada.”
She throws a towel over her shoulder, flashing a tired but confident grin.
“Canada better be ready. I’m just getting started.”
Written by The Badass Barbies
IBlind Fold Match:
Nadyasonika vs Shay Mitchell
Fighter Profiles & Tale of the Tape Shay Mitchell
- Age: 37 (born April 10, 1987)
- Height: 5'7" (170 cm)
- Weight: 131 lbs (58 kg)
- Reach: 68" (173 cm)
- Background: Shay Mitchell is a Canadian actress and model best known for her roles in Pretty Little Liars and You. Beyond the screen, she’s known for her dedication to fitness, maintaining a high-performance physique through rigorous strength training and intense cardio routines. A passionate and disciplined boxer, Shay has spent years in the ring sharpening her technique, developing real fight instincts, and building the kind of stamina and skill that only come with experience.
- Style: A very calculated and cerebral boxer, using her athleticism and sharp instincts to work behind the jab and time her counters. Good endurance allows her to keep steady pressure across all rounds.
- Age: 34 (born February 21, 1991)
- Height: 5'6" (168 cm)
- Weight: 135 lbs (61 kg)
- Reach: 66.5" (169 cm)
- Background: A Mexican cosplay icon and fitness model with a strong martial arts background. Nadyasonika is known for training hard, frequently engaging in combat-sport style workouts and cosplay fight choreography. Nadyasonika is also rumored to wrestle under the Lucidora Lola González
- Style: Aggressive and very physical. She's likes to fight as a pressure brawler, staying in the pocket and aiming to wear down her opponents with constant body attacks and power shots.
- Odds: Nadyasonika (-145) vs. Shay Mitchell (+120)
- Analysis: Nadyasonika enters with a slight edge due to her power and combat-style training. However, Shay’s athleticism and conditioning give her a solid chance at outboxing her opponent if she maintains range and avoids slugfests. The blindfolded format may also benefit the more instinctive and reactive fighter.
As with all Sin City Slugfest VI bouts, the fighters will approach their corners blindfolded, unaware of their opponent’s identity until the bell rings and the masks come off. This demands mental sharpness, fast adaptation, and keen instincts in the opening exchanges.
Shay’s Approach:
Shay has been in the ring since she was a teenager. Her boxing skill are legendary but she faces a bigger and stronger opponent. Shay must use her jab, movement, and head control to stay mobile and avoid brawling. Her goal is to frustrate Nadyasonika with movement and pepper her with shots from the outside, then tie up or pivot out of danger when pressured.
Nadyasonika’s Approach:
Close the distance early, take away Shay’s speed and space, and go heavy to the body. Her power and strength are key assets. She should aim to slow Shay’s legs with thudding body shots and push the pace to force fatigue and mistakes. Nadyasonika must also use her size to bully Shay into the ropes to keep her in check.
Round 1:
They meet in the middle of the ring and touch gloves. Neither really know much about the other but none of that matters at the moment. They trade at a distance each deflecting their opponents blows. Shay resets on the balls of her feet, darting side to side, her eyes locked on Nadyasonika. She snaps her jab out again and again, picking at Nadyasonika’s face, keeping her at bay. Nadyasonika growls, launching wild bombs — looping hooks and overhands that slice through the air just inches from Shay’s head. Shay ducks one, pivots, and lands a stinging jab to Nadyasonika’s cheek. Another furious right from Nadyasonika whistles past Shay’s chin. Shay counters with a slick triple jab, popping Nadyasonika’s head back. Nadyasonika snarls and lunges, but Shay glides out of reach, tagging her again with a sharp jab to the nose.
In the final minute of the round, Nadyasonika charges with renewed fury, feinting high before burying a vicious right hook deep into Shay’s stomach. Shay gasps, stumbling back a step as pain ripples through her core. But she bites down, resets, and flicks out her jab with machine-like precision. Pop. Pop. Pop. Three clean shots snap Nadyasonika’s head back. Nadyasonika roars and barrels forward again, throwing wild punches, but Shay keeps her distance, sliding to her left and spearing another jab into Nadyasonika’s mouth. Blood trickles from the corner of Nadyasonika’s lip as Shay peppers her with two more stinging jabs just before the bell.
Scoring: 10-9 Shay
Damage: Shay’s left side pink from a wicked body shot. Nadyasonika’s cheek red from straight jabs.
Round 2:
Nadyasonika charges in like a bulldozer, ripping lefts and rights into Shay’s body. A savage left hook digs just beneath Shay’s breast, drawing a sharp grunt from her lips. Shay backs into the ropes, gloves up, trying to weather the storm. Nadyasonika unloads—pummeling her midsection with thudding shots to the belly, ribs, and chest. Shay groans, absorbing the punishment, her skin turning red from the assault. Desperate to slow the onslaught, she wraps Nadyasonika in a tight clinch, gasping for breath as the referee watches closely.
Shay grits her teeth, holding on as Nadyasonika relentlessly hammers her ribs and the soft undersides of her breasts with heavy shots. The referee finally steps in, breaking them apart just as Shay’s breath starts to falter. Immediately, Shay hops back on her bike, snapping out crisp jabs that snap Nadyasonika’s head back repeatedly. But the determined Cosplay Star plods forward, methodically cutting off the ring with heavy steps. Suddenly, she shoves Shay hard onto the ropes. Shay’s gloves fly up to protect her head and arms, but her elbows are tucked tightly in as she leans forward, bracing for the storm. Nadyasonika rains down vicious hooks and crosses into Shay’s guarded arms, battering her defense with relentless pressure. After another fierce exchange, Shay is forced to back away, circling cautiously for the remainder of the round, trying to regain her composure under the heavy assault.
Scoring: 10-8 Nadyasonika (dominant round)
Damage: Shay’s midsection is pink and swelling. Eyes blinking rapidly. Nadyasonika bleeding lightly from the lip.
Round 3:
Shay gets a sharp earful from her corner. "What the hell was that? You’d think you’d never even put on a pair of gloves before." Shay just nods, biting back, "I know, I know."
Meanwhile, Nadyasonika takes slow, measured breaths, her focus razor-sharp. The moment the bell rings, she springs to her feet and slams her gloves together with a loud, echoing smack—ready to turn up the heat.
Shay explodes out of the corner, eager to build on her momentum. She ducks a wild overhand left from Nadyasonika and immediately fires back with fierce counterpunches. A slick pivot creates space, and Shay unloads three punishing shots to Nadyasonika’s body. Caught off guard with her guard high, Nadyasonika takes the blows full force, wincing as the impact lands. Now it’s the Cosplay Queen who starts backing up, her hands dropping as Shay relentlessly targets her midsection.
Shay feints high before driving in brutal hooks to the lower body — one lands flush on the liver, making Nadyasonika’s knees buckle. Sensing weakness, Shay pours on the pressure: uppercut, hook to the belly, then a slap-hook to the ribs. Nadyasonika groans, staggering back, her guard now dangerously low.
Seizing the moment, Shay snaps a double jab to the left breast, followed by a crushing right cross to the chin. Nadyasonika reels back into the ropes. Shay leans in, resting her chin on the bruised Cosplay Star’s shoulder, then rains quick punches to the sides of her breasts.
F&ck off, B!tch!” Nadyasonika snarls, shoving Shay hard in the chest, sending her crashing to the mat.
“WARNING! Official warning!” the referee calls out, but Nadyasonika shrugs it off and resets just as the bell clangs, ready for more.
Scoring: 10-8 Shay (near knockdown - complete domination)
Damage: Nadyasonika’s side bruised; she holds her right flank. Shay’s belly showing deep pink bruising but regains momentum.
Round 4:
They step out more cautiously, gloves high, eyes locked—but it doesn’t last. Shay fires a stiff jab that splits Nadyasonika’s lip, then dips low to hammer her body again. Nadyasonika winces, caught off guard, and eats a cross to the mouth before she can reset. She feints, ducks low, and explodes upward with a vicious right hook to Shay’s sternum—CRACK! Shay’s legs buckle and she drops to one knee, gasping for air. The crowd erupts—a body shot knockdown! Shay beats the count at eight, clutching her core as the ref waves them back in.
Nadyasonika closes in like a predator, and Shay clinches desperately, buying seconds. But the Cosplay Queen smells blood. She barrels through Shay’s jabs, taking shots to the face just to get inside. Once there, she unleashes a storm. Shay’s defense is tight, but the relentless punches to her arms and biceps begin to wear her down. Nadyasonika is a freight train—unstoppable, churning forward, punch after punch. In another brutal, one-sided round, it’s Nadyasonika who breaks Shay down, exposing her inch by inch.
Scoring: 10-8 Nadyasonika
Damage: Shay’s ribs severely bruised and sore. Breathing labored. Nadyasonika also showing swelling on her right eye.
Round 5:
Shay digs deep, her chest heaving, face streaked with sweat. She plants her feet and lets her hands fly—looping hooks, snapping uppercuts, stiff jabs to the body. She uses her speed and precision to dart in and out, tagging Nadyasonika with pinpoint shots that snap her head or sting her ribs. Nadyasonika absorbs the blows and powers through, answering with brute force. She lunges forward, hammering heavy shots into Shay’s flanks, looking to slow her down. They trade blistering combinations in the center of the ring—neither giving an inch.
Shay scores with a quick one-two to the chin, then dips low and slams a jab to the belly. Nadyasonika grunts, then fires a monstrous right hand that glances off Shay’s cheek. They both fire to the chest—vicious punches to the breasts and side-boob that draw gasps from the crowd and gritted winces from the fighters. Shay weaves away, then digs a sharp liver shot that freezes Nadyasonika for half a second. But the Cosplay Queen responds with a thunderous uppercut under Shay’s bust that snaps her head back.
By the final seconds of the round, both women are swaying, bodies glistening with sweat, mouths open, gasping. Speed versus power—neither able to dominate, both refusing to fall.
Scoring: 10-10 (Too close. All heart.)
Damage: Shay’s left eye puffing. Nadyasonika’s right breast showing bruising. Ribs on both women visibly marked.
Round 6:
Shay takes a deep breath in her corner, rolling her shoulders, shaking the sting from her ribs. Her legs feel steadier now—her footwork sharper. When the round starts, she’s moving with purpose, circling on the balls of her feet, just outside of Nadyasonika’s reach. The Cosplay Queen, still riding the high of her earlier knockdown, barrels forward with heavy punches. But now, Shay’s not there to be hit. She slips a wild right, then a looping left, letting Nadyasonika’s fists slice through empty air.
Shay answers with quick, surgical jabs—pop, pop, pop—right to the face, tagging Nadyasonika between the eyes and on the nose. The punches don’t rock her, but they score clean, and each miss from Nadyasonika takes more out of her arms, her punches slowing with every failed attempt. Frustration grows. Nadyasonika winds up a big right—but Shay’s already gone, gliding to her left and firing a stiff jab that catches her opponent square in the mouth.
The damage is adding up. Nadyasonika’s face is reddening, her nose trickling blood, and her chest rising and falling heavier now. Shay stays calm, disciplined—still light on her feet—picking her spots and outscoring her opponent. Jabs, jabs, a feint low, then a cracking left hook to the jaw snaps Nadyasonika’s head around and sends her stumbling back—crashing against a table at ringside.
The crowd erupts.
Shay doesn’t hesitate. She surges forward, unloading a vicious left-right-left combo to Nadyasonika’s head. The Cosplay Queen’s guard is sloppy now, and her legs are wobbly. She reaches out to clinch, desperate to buy time—but Shay has none of it. She ducks under the grab and drives a brutal uppercut straight into Nadyasonika’s sternum. The shot lands with a sickening thud, folding her opponent in half.
Nadyasonika stumbles back, arms hanging, mouth open as she gasps for air. Shay, breathing hard but focused, steps in close—ready to finish what she started.
Scoring: 10-9 Shay
Damage: Nadyasonika wincing after every body shot. Nose trickling blood. Shay holding ribs but surging.
Round 7:
Both fighters are running on fumes, their bodies soaked in sweat, bruised and battered. Shay, breath ragged and ribs aching, digs deep into whatever reserves she has left. She storms forward, unleashing a furious flurry—combinations to the head, chest, and shoulders, trying to break Nadyasonika’s guard with sheer will. Left hook! Right cross! An uppercut snaps Nadyasonika’s head back—but the Cosplay Queen doesn’t break. Her bloodied lip curls into a snarl, eyes locked in like a woman possessed.
Nadyasonika shifts tactics, absorbing the punishment and responding with savage precision. She digs into Shay’s ribs with bone-cracking hooks—left, right, left again—each one drawing a tortured gasp from Shay’s lungs. Shay winces, grits her teeth, and somehow fires back. A sneaky uppercut drills into Nadyasonika’s breast, nearly knocking it free from its top. Nadyasonika grunts in agony, staggering back—but Shay presses forward. A left hook to the cheek! A right to the ribs! Anoter chopping right to the breast! She steps in, loading a final straight punch—
—but Nadyasonika ducks and counters with a thunderous overhand right that lands flush on Shay’s jaw with a sickening crack.
Shay reels back, stunned, her legs jelly beneath her. Her feet stumble in desperate retreat, barely keeping up with her swaying frame. She feints left, then jogs weakly to the right, trying to buy time, but Nadyasonika is relentless. She jabs now, using her reach to trap Shay, her arms acting like walls, her power unrelenting. She shoves Shay hard—but Shay ducks and circles out, fighting pure on instinct.
Still, Shay’s not clear. She’s still dazed, vision swimming. She tries to stay away, but Nadyasonika expertly cuts off the ring, cornering her and forcing her back into the ropes. Shay dips left again, looking to escape—but Nadyasonika stamps her foot down on Shay’s right foot, pinning her in place.
Then comes the onslaught—a brutal hook to the ribs, folding Shay sideways. An uppercut smashes into her left breast, drawing a strangled cry. Then—a perfectly placed blow to the drawstrings of Shay’s top, snapping it back with surgical cruelty. Shay’s eyes go wide, mouthpiece dangling from her lips.
CRACK! Another hook lands exactly in the same spot. Shay’s eyes flutter shut. Her body buckles and she crumples sideways like a collapsing building, crashing to the canvas with a thud. Her gloves twitch once... then go still.
The referee’s voice cuts through the chaos.
“1… 2… 3…”
Shay's corner are screaming for her to get up.
“4… 5… 6…”
Shay’s eyelids flicker. Her chest rises in shallow breaths.
“7… 8…”
She’s still on her back, unmoving.
“10!”
It’s over.
The Cosplay Queen stands tall—bloodied, bruised, but victorious.
Winner: Nadyasonika via 7th Round KO
Post-Fight:
Nadyasonika throws her arms into the air, letting out a primal roar as she jumps up and down, sweat flying from her hair. The crowd erupts around her. She had just gone to war with one of the best in the business—and survived. More than survived. Her raw power, grit, and refusal to back down proved too much. In the end, it was her relentless body assault and crushing finish that sealed the deal. Shay gave her everything, but Nadyasonika stood tall.
Breathing heavily, still flushed with adrenaline, Nadyasonika walks over to where Shay lies surrounded by her corner. The medics give her space as she drops to one knee beside her fallen opponent. Her expression softens. She gently places a glove on Shay’s shoulder, leaning in with a few quiet words.
After a moment, Shay nods weakly, still dazed but conscious. Seeing that she’s okay, Nadyasonika helps her sit up, then pulls her into a respectful embrace. The two warriors share a hug—no trash talk, no gloating. Just mutual respect carved out of pain and war. The crowd, witnessing the sportsmanship, rises in applause.
Two fighters. One winner. One unforgettable war.
Loser's Locker Room
Shay sits slouched on the bench, a towel draped over her shoulders. Her chest still rises and falls from the brutal war she just endured. Her jaw is bruised, and a nasty mouse swells under her right eye. But it’s the deep pink welts and bruises across her midsection that tell the real story — her body bears the full imprint of a savage fight.
The interviewer sits beside her, giving her a brief moment before asking gently, “You okay?”
Shay exhales a tired chuckle. “I’m fine now… but that was a war.”
“It looked like you were trading rounds evenly with Nadyasonika, but in the end, her power seemed to make the difference.”
Shay nods, wiping the sweat from her brow. “That — and that girl can take a punch. I’m no lightweight. I hit hard, and there aren’t many women who eat those shots and stay standing. I just couldn’t put her away.”
“She’s tough.”
“She’s damn tough,” Shay agrees. “The Cosplay Queens? Don’t let their records fool you. Anyone who’s stepped into the ring with one knows — they come to fight.”
“With your boss recently signing a cross-training deal with the Wicked Queens, maybe she should think about doing the same with the Queens of Cosplay.”
Shay offers a tired smile. “Trust me, Kylie’s tried — more than once. She’d love to have them in our corner. There’s a lot of hate out there, and we need all the help we can get.”
“You had her in real trouble. Looked like you were going in for the knockout, and then…”
Shay sighs, her voice tinged with regret. “That one’s on me. I thought I had her. Hell, she had her eyes closed — I felt it. I went in to finish her… but she wasn’t done. Probably a long way from done. She caught me clean, and it was lights out.”
She looks down for a moment, then back up with quiet respect. “Full credit to Nadyasonika. She earned that win tonight.”
Winner’s Locker Room
Nadyasonika stands tall in the center of the locker room, bare-chested and glistening with sweat. She slowly unties the wraps around her bruised hands, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The marks of battle are vivid across her torso—welts, bruises, and deep red imprints that tell the story of a war hard fought.
“Congratulations on a big win.”
She nods, exhaling sharply.
“Not easy. Shay’s a pure boxer—fast feet, and that jab? Always in your face. She made me work for every inch.”
“You two were very evenly matched—went back and forth all night. But in the end, it was your power that made the difference.”
Nadyasonika shrugs, a flicker of both pride and respect in her eyes.
“I tagged her good, yeah… but don’t sleep on Shay’s power. My body’s the proof of it.”
The reporter glances down at the angry, purple bruises blooming beneath Nadyasonika’s full D-cup breasts.
“Oof. That’s gotta hurt.”
Nadyasonika chuckles, unfazed.
“All part of stepping into the ring. This is what the fans pay their hard-earned dollars for—two women beating the **** out of each other. It doesn’t get better than that.”
“You did get a warning for that shove after the bell. Was that intentional?”
She pauses, smirking slightly.
“Okay, my temper got the better of me. Shay’s relentless. She doesn’t stop. I just needed space—but yeah, maybe not the smartest move.”
“What did you say to her when you kneeled down after the fight?”
Her voice softens.
“I told her it was a hell of a fight. Could’ve gone either way. Nothing bad to say about her—just respect.”
“The Queens of Cosplay could easily be 2–0. Your teammate Jessica Nigri had the fight in the bag against Jennifer Lopez but let it slip away.”
Nadyasonika’s jaw tightens. She nods slowly.
“I feel horrible for Jess. She had Lopez down, was really beating the snot out of her, and then… she got tagged. One shot changed everything.”
She exhales sharply, a flicker of frustration crossing her face.
“I wasn’t gonna let that happen against Shay. Not this time. I stayed locked in, even when I was hurting. No way was I letting this one slip.”
“Thanks, Nadyasonika. We all look forward to seeing you in Canada.”
She throws a towel over her shoulder, flashing a tired but confident grin.
“Canada better be ready. I’m just getting started.”
Written by The Badass Barbies