Katherine McNamara vs Joey King
Weigh-in The moment Katherine and Joey step onto the stage, the atmosphere turns electric and hateful. There’s no posing, no courtesy — just pure venom. Katherine McNamara steps onto the scale first, her abs tight, her stare burning straight through Joey as if daring her to blink. “One fifteen pounds!” the official announces. Katherine doesn’t smile. She just folds her arms, smirks, and mutters, “Let’s hope you actually show up this time, Joey.”
Joey’s face darkens instantly. Joey steps forward with a stiff posture, fists already clenching. She climbs onto the scale. “One thirteen pounds!” Katherine snorts. “Lighter and weaker. Same old Joey, same weak little b!tch.” That’s it. Joey lunges.
Security moves too slow—Joey slaps Katherine hard across the mouth, and Katherine fires back with a straight right hand that snaps Joey’s head back. Joey grabs a fistful of Katherine’s hair and yanks her forward, kneeing her in the thigh. Katherine swings wildly and connects square across Joey’s nose.
A burst of red drips instantly. Joey shrieks in rage and tries to come back at her, but six security guards and two trainers finally separate them. Katherine is laughing—laughing—as Joey screams through her bloody nose. “Clean her up!” Katherine taunts, pointing. “She’s already leaking and we haven’t even fought yet!” Joey has to be dragged offstage, towel pressed to her face, her eyes murderous.
Walkouts
Joey King
The lights dim to a harsh red strobe as Joey storms down the ramp with her team. Her bloody nose is taped but still swollen. The crowd roars as she raises her gloves, furious, pacing like a caged animal. She doesn’t even look at the fans — only across the ring at Katherine. Her expression says: I am going to hurt you.
Katherine McNamara Katherine appears under bright white lights, calm, confident, ice cold. Her music is sharp and aggressive, fitting her demeanor. Her chin is high, her smile smug. She points into the ring at Joey and mouths: “Round one, I finish you.” She cuts through the crowd like a blade, never breaking eye contact with Joey for a second. When Katherine steps inside the ring, Joey immediately tries to cross the space toward her, but the referee and officials block her path. Katherine just smirks and taps her chin with her glove, daring Joey to try again.
OddsKatherine McNamara: -160 (favorite)
Sharper, faster, better cardio, more disciplined boxer. Analysts expect her to take control early and cause damage from outside the pocket.
Joey King: +135 (underdog)
Shorter, tougher, dirtier. Joey has more raw aggression and power in close quarters. She has zero fear of getting physical or bending rules. Joey has an iron jaw and can soak up damage and keep going forward. Experts warn this is the kind of matchup where anything violent can happen.
Round 1 The bell rings and Joey charges straight in, reckless and snarling, trying to bully Katherine into the ropes. Katherine pivots off the line with smooth footwork and snaps a fast jab into Joey’s face, reopening the tenderness around that damaged nose. Joey grunts, wipes at it with her glove, and keeps coming anyway, winging a wild hook that Katherine slips with a sharp shoulder roll before countering with a crisp cross that lands flush on the chin.
Joey absorbs it—she always does—and muscles her way into a clinch, grinding her forehead into Katherine’s cheek while ripping short punches to the body. Katherine shoves her off, resets immediately, and fires a tight three-punch combo that clips Joey on the jaw and forces her back a step. Joey hates being backed up, especially by Katherine, so she storms forward again, swinging heavy hooks that thud off Katherine’s guard.
The round becomes a tug-of-war: Joey forcing inside, Katherine punishing her on the way in. Katherine’s accuracy is already showing—nearly every jab she throws snaps Joey’s head or at least disrupts her rush. Joey eats them and keeps pushing forward like she’s trying to walk through a burning door.
In the final ten seconds, Katherine catches Joey with a clean uppercut that finally halts her forward charge. Joey stumbles, furious, but stays upright and throws a hook after the bell that barely misses. The referee jumps between them as Katherine smirks and Joey screams at her.
A dominant technical round for Katherine, but Joey’s pressure is constant, ugly, and dangerous.
Katherine 10 – Joey 9Round 2 Joey storms out of her corner again, but this time Katherine is ready for the rush. She leans back just enough to create space and cracks Joey with a stiff jab that jerks her head back. Joey shakes it off and barrels in anyway, trying to crowd Katherine against the ropes. Katherine slips sideways and digs a clean left hook into Joey’s ribs, stopping her drive for a heartbeat.
Joey responds with a looping overhand that grazes Katherine’s temple and forces her into a brief clinch. Inside, Katherine actually outworks her—short, sharp shots to the body, little taps to the head, all meant to score and frustrate. Joey tries to muscle her backward, but Katherine turns her, breaks the clinch smoothly, and fires a quick three-punch combination before sliding out of danger.
Katherine smirks. “You like that King? Still think you can bully me around?” Joey bites down hard on her gumshield.
That accuracy, the sting, the persistence is already wearing on Joey. Every time Joey winds up with a big hook, Katherine beats her to the punch with a jab or cross that sneaks through. Still, Joey refuses to back off. She absorbs two clean punches, lowers her head, and swings a heavy hook that slams into Katherine’s arm but pushes her off balance.
The crowd roars as Joey sees an opening and attacks, pounding at Katherine’s guard with wide, thudding shots. Katherine stays composed, rolling with the punches, then snaps Joey’s head back again with a counter jab-cross that lands flush. Joey stumbles but doesn’t fall, snarling as she charges right back into the pocket.
The bell rings with Joey still throwing, and the referee has to pull her away again as Katherine shakes her head in irritation. Katherine’s clean punches and footwork clearly win her the round, but Joey’s constant pressure keeps it competitive.
Round 2 Score: Katherine 10 – Joey 9
Running Total: Katherine 20 – Joey 18Round 3Joey comes out noticeably calmer this time, not sprinting across the ring like before. She circles instead, testing with small jabs to the body, and for once Katherine has room to work her own rhythm. Katherine lands a clean jab-cross early that makes Joey reset, but Joey answers by digging a firm left hook into Katherine’s ribs. The sound of it draws a hiss from the front row.
Katherine tries to steer the round back in her direction with some crisp, accurate punches, but Joey keeps chipping away at the midsection, working thee ribs, chest, and abs. She’s not rushing blindly anymore—she’s picking her moments, slipping under jabs and thumping both fists into Katherine’s body with nasty intent. Then Joey dips low and sneaks in a sharp punch right on the bikini line. Katherine’s face twists instantly and she folds forward, legs tightening as she grabs her lower stomach. The referee is on the wrong side and completely misses it. Joey pounces immediately, ripping heavy hooks to the body while Katherine is still doubled over.
Katherine backs up instinctively, but Joey stays glued to her, pounding the ribs, belly, breasts, and hips. Katherine tries to clinch, but Joey shrugs her off and drives her into the ropes, hammering away with those wide, bruising body shots that Katherine can’t fully block in time. Every thud pushes Katherine deeper into the ropes, her guard low and desperate. Katherine is hurt but trying to cover it up but Joey senses it and leans in.
The crowd roars as Joey unloads a furious combination to the body and then snaps an uppercut into Katherine’s chest, forcing her upright. Katherine tries to angle out, but Joey cuts her off and pins her again, landing another deep hook to the ribs just before the bell. Katherine makes it to her corner holding her stomach, eyes narrowed in pain. Joey walks away grinning, knowing she stole the momentum with pure dirt and pressure.
Round 3 Score: Joey 10 – Katherine 9
Running Total: Katherine 29 – Joey 28Round 4Katherine comes out more cautious, clearly hurting from the body abuse and that unseen low blow, but she’s breathing steadily and trying to re-establish distance. Joey tries to bully forward again, but her initial burst isn’t as sharp as before, letting Katherine slide away with smooth footwork and pump out a few clean jabs. Each one snaps Joey’s face back and buys Katherine a little more space.
Joey eventually eats a few jabs then cuts the distance and swings another heavy hook to the body, but this time Katherine sees it coming and counters with a tight right cross that lands flush on Joey’s cheek. Joey grunts, annoyed, but pushes through it and forces her way into a short exchange inside. She lands a thudding body shot, but Katherine answers immediately with a sharp left hook up top, her accuracy shining again.
The middle minute turns into a tactical battle: Joey digging to the body, Katherine scoring upstairs. Katherine’s punches aren’t as heavy, but they’re clean, fast, and they keep Joey from fully overwhelming her again. Joey finally backs her to the ropes, but before she can unload, Katherine ties her up in a smarter, tighter clinch than earlier. She leans her weight, slows Joey’s momentum, and forces a reset in the center.
In the final minute, Katherine steals the round’s rhythm by peppering Joey with a crisp three-punch combination—jab, cross, hook—that smash into Joey’s head.. Joey bites down and fires back, landing a hard shot to the ribs that makes Katherine wince, but Katherine answers with another accurate jab that halts Joey’s follow-up. The bell rings with Katherine moving, circling, and Joey looking frustrated at being kept at arm’s length after dominating the previous round.
Round 4 Score: Katherine 10 – Joey 9
Running Total: Katherine 39 – Joey 37 Round 5
The round opens with Katherine taking control behind a viciously accurate jab, each one cracking against Joey’s already abused nose. Blood runs from Joey’s nostril, her bottom lip is split, and swelling has grown under her left eye, but Katherine doesn’t ease up. She steps in, snaps three straight jabs, and finishes with a short flurry that forces Joey back a step.
Katherine smirks through her mouthpiece. “What’s the matter, Jo? Big sis isn’t here to protect you.”
Joey’s expression changes instantly—fury, pure and wild. She charges forward, swinging wide and reckless, only to run into two more jabs that rock her head backward like it’s on a hinge. Katherine looks ready to dominate when Joey suddenly drops low again, throwing a punch right at the bikini line. Katherine folds slightly, wincing, as her corner erupts in protest.
“Low blow!”Watch her ref! She's a little cheat!”
The referee misses it again, shouting at them to fight on. Joey doesn’t waste a second. She fires another borderline shot that makes Katherine’s legs tighten and her breath catch. Katherine tries to spin out and circle, but Joey right leg shoots forward keeping her trapped. Joey leans forward and pins Katherine’s left foot under hers. It’s subtle, but enough—Katherine’s balance goes, her guard dips, and Joey’s eyes go wide. Joey unloads a crushing hook to the side of Katherine’s head.
Katherine stumbles hard into the ropes, covering up on instinct as Joey pounces like a predator, hammering heavy hooks and straight shots into her guard, drilling her body and head with brutal intensity. Katherine fires back a few glancing counters but can’t get free as Joey smothers her, pounding away until the bell saves her. Katherine pushes off the ropes breathing hard her legs barely keeping hr up. Joey walks to her corner smiling, blood on her teeth.
Round 5 Score: Joey 10 – Katherine 9
Running Total: Katherine 48 – Joey 47
Round 6 Katherine’s corner is a disaster. Instead of icing her ribs or fixing her balance, they’re screaming at the referee about Joey’s low blows. Katherine sits there breathing hard desperately trying to catch her breath, eyes unfocused, while her team argues—leaving her completely unprepared when the bell rings.
Joey comes out like a tank. She slams into Katherine breast-to-breast, bullying her backward instantly. Katherine’s legs are still shaky and Joey feels it. From her corner comes the shout: “BODY! BODY! BODY!” And Joey obeys with vicious enthusiasm.
Hooks slam into Katherine’s ribs, crosses dig into her belly, hammering her down until her round, tight butt settles helplessly on the middle rope. Joey leans in so close her forehead rests on Katherine’s shoulder while she churns short, savage shots into Katherine’s abdomen—left, right, left, right—chug – chug – chug, relentless, mechanical, cruel.
Every punch forces a grunt out of Katherine. Her body starts to fold. She makes a desperate spin to escape, but Joey grabs her by both shoulders and shoves her back into the ropes like she owns her body and soul. Then Joey fires another borderline low blow, glove smashing flush along the bikini line. Katherine jolts, a cry tearing from her throat as spit sprays onto the canvas. The ref hesitates—too slow again—and Joey attacks immediately.
Three straight uppercuts to the breasts lift Katherine onto her toes, her mouth falling open in pain. Then Joey digs a sudden, brutal hook straight into the solar plexus. Katherine’s body buckles as she coughs, collapsing along the ropes and sagging downward. As she drops, Joey clips her with a chopping shot to the side of the head before the referee physically pulls her back. Katherine hits her knees, gasping, trembling, eyes glassy.
She forces herself up at eight, clinging to the ropes, barely upright. Katherine is wobbling left then right clearly not in any shape to continue. The referee is not looking to stop this fight with only 20 seconds left and lets the fight continue despite the urging from Joey's corner. The last twenty seconds are survival. Joey stalks and rips punches into Katherine’s guard while the redhead stumbles and clings to the bell like it’s the only thing keeping her alive.
The crowd roars. It was a thorough beating—pure and simple.
Round 5 Score: Joey 10 – Katherine 8
Running Total: Katherine 56 – Joey 57
Round 7Katherine staggers out of her corner, taking a deep breath, sweat running down her forehead. Her legs are still shaky, but something clicks. She hates Joy with every last breath and she refuses to let her hated rival get the better of her. Adrenaline surges through her veins and her footwork sharpens, her punches snap faster, and her vision clears just enough to see the openings Joey is leaving.
Joey, meanwhile, comes out aggressive but noticeably slower. Her wide swings still carry power, but Katherine begins slipping, rolling, and countering. A crisp jab snaps Joey’s head back, followed by a tight hook to the ribs that forces her to retreat a step.
Katherine’s combinations are fluid now: jab-cross-uppercut, looping hooks, straight body shots. Joey tries to force her way inside, but each approach is met with precise counters, pushing her backward. Her breathing is heavier, and Katherine senses the shift. She angles off the ropes, snapping sharp crosses into Joey’s midsection and head, letting her opponent absorb more than she’s giving.
“Back to the BODY” screams Joey's corner.
Joey attempts one final charge, trying to cut the ring off, but Katherine pivots with clean footwork, landing a two-punch combo to the body that doubles Joey over slightly. The crowd roars as Katherine lands another jab to the nose before stepping back, creating distance and dictating the pace for the first time in several rounds. The bell rings, and Joey staggers slightly, arms low, breathing uneven. Katherine bounces lightly on her toes, fists up, ready to keep the momentum rolling.
Round 5 Score: Joey 10 – Katherine 10 – Joey King 9
Running Total: Katherine 66 – Joey 66
Round 8
The bell rings and both women step out cautiously, eyes locking with a mixture of pain and fury. Joey’s corner has managed to stem the bleeding from her nose and lip, but her face is bruised and swollen. Katherine’s body aches from repeated hooks and body shots, but her legs feel steady, and she moves with cautious precision.
Joey pushes forward first, trying to reclaim control with heavy hooks to the ribs. Katherine sidesteps, slipping the punches with sharp footwork, and counters with a crisp jab-cross combination that snaps Joey’s head back. Joey absorbs it, grimacing, but refuses to yield, digging into the body with short hooks and uppercuts.
Katherine responds with her own counters to the midsection, keeping Joey off balance, but trading body shots with Joey is a horrible idea. Each shot to her already throbbing core takes a toll and is increasingly difficult to catch her breath. Joey tries to feint left and swing right, but Katherine reads the movement, dodging cleanly and firing a straight punch to the cheek that rocks Joey backward.
The fight becomes a brutal chess match. Katherine lands quick, accurate combinations, keeping Joey from stepping inside fully. Joey responds with gritty, hard shots—forcing Katherine to weave and clinch at times just to survive. Each woman’s breathing is ragged, their faces red, and sweat and blood mix on their gloves.
In the final minute, Katherine lands a series of stiff jabs and hooks that force Joey to retreat, but Joey counters with a thudding hook to the ribs that makes Katherine grunt. Both women absorb and give punishment, testing each other’s stamina and grit, neither willing to back down. The round ends with both fighters clinched against the ropes, exchanging short, sharp blows while the referee separates them at the bell.
Round 8 Score: Katherine 10 – Joey 10
Running Total: Katherine 76 – Joey 76
Round 9The bell rings and both women step out cautiously, sweat dripping, muscles screaming, faces battered and bruised. Joey’s nose is still tender, her left eye swollen, but her jaw and power remain intact. Katherine’s ribs and midsection throb from repeated punishment, yet her legs are back and her breathing is more controlled.
Katherine takes the initiative, moving with sharper footwork than she’s had in several rounds. She lands a stiff jab that snaps Joey’s head back, followed by a cross that finds its mark on the cheek. Joey tries to respond with hooks to the ribs, but Katherine sidesteps and counters with short body shots that make Joey wince. The redhead is finally dictating the pace.
Joey, sensing the momentum shift, digs into the body with heavy hooks and uppercuts, but her swings are slower, her timing slightly off. Katherine lands a crisp combination to the midsection, forcing Joey backward and onto the ropes. She steps inside, snapping punches to the ribs and solar plexus, and then unloads a series of quick jabs to Joey’s head that daze her. Joey’s iron jaw keeps her upright, but the damage of the shots is accumulating.
Katherine presses her advantage, weaving in and out, using superior cardio to keep Joey chasing. She lands two more body hooks that wind Joey, then a short uppercut that rocks her head back. The referee moves in as the round ends, separating the fighters. Joey stumbles slightly in her corner, breathing hard, while Katherine bounces lightly, fists raised, feeling the first real lead in several rounds.
Round 9 Score: Katherine 10 – Joey 9
Running Total: Katherine 86 – Joey 85
Round 10The bell rings and Joey charges immediately, her voice cutting through the roar of the crowd. “Let’s do this, ****!” she snarls, swinging wide, desperate hooks aimed at Katherine’s head and ribs. Katherine meets her aggression head-on, stepping to the side and letting Joey’s wild swings sail past while snapping clean jabs and crosses into her midsection.
Joey absorbs them with iron will, but the shots are taking their toll. Her stamina begins to waver slightly; her swings aren’t as precise, and Katherine’s footwork allows her to angle out and deliver punishing counters. A crisp combination—jab, cross, hook—snaps Joey backward against the ropes. For the first time in several rounds, Joey s in serious trouble.
Joey refuses to relent, digging to Katherine’s ribs with short hooks and then pressing forward, trying to force a clinch. Katherine anticipates, twisting off to the side, landing a sharp uppercut to the jaw that makes Joey stagger. Both women are breathing heavily, sweat and blood dripping, muscles trembling, but neither wants to quit.
Katherine begins to dictate the pace, peppering Joey with precise body shots that bend her forward, then snapping a clean hook to the side of the head. Joey swings back furiously, connecting with a glancing shot to Katherine’s ribs, but it isn’t enough. Katherine steps in with two crisp jabs, a cross, and a final looping hook that rocks Joey backward onto the ropes, forcing her to cover up.
The final thirty seconds are a blur—both women trading heavy shots, weaving, ducking, and countering. A desperate Joey takes two clean jabs to the nose but barrels forward. She shoves Katherine into a corner and starts throwing haymakers. Joey's swings are wild and for every missed punch she takes a jab to her swollen face. Joey refuse to back down her arms are chugging like a locomotive.
Katherine's guard is low, dangerously low as her arms cradle her tender midsection but Joey just won't stop. Joey sneaks a few thudding shots to the ribs making Katherine grunt but she knows she only has to make it another thirty seconds and the fight is hers. Joey on the other hand is all in and is not letting up. A hook to the ribs and an uppercut to the solar plexus folds Katherine in two. Katherine can't breath and can't straighten up.
Joey winds up and launches an uppercut from the hip and it splits Katherine's loose guard landing square on the button. Katherine head slams back violently and her arms shoot up and drape themselves over the top rope. Another right cross slams into Katherine and her body goes limp and she slides down the ropes as the bell clangs.
Joey raises her hands and gives out a loud guttural scream as her corner explodes into the ring hoisting her on their shoulders. The referee is over Katharine as she slowly starts to stir. He is confused and looks over to the officials unsure how to proceed. After a lengthy delay he picks up the count at four. At six Katherine has pulled herself upand at nine she is standing in front of the ref.
Some how Katherine has willed herself up and beat the count and by rules this fight will go to decision. The referee is meeting with ring officials and as soon as Joey's corner are notified that the fight will go to decision chaos ensues.
“She was out! The fight is OVER!” screams her corner. “Stop the fight, it's over!”
The officials are gathered with Kylie and Katherine as the tension ratchets up.
“She beat the count!” Screams the referee, She beat the count and we are going to decision!”
Round 10 Score: Katherine 8 – Joey 9 The DecisionBoth women stand in the center of the ring, battered, bloodied, and drenched in sweat. The crowd is on its feet, roaring in anticipation. Joey King raises her fists, chest heaving, convinced for a moment that the fight is hers—Bruce Buffer’s voice booms through the arena, larger than life.
“Ladies and gentlemen… after ten rounds of brutal bone- jarring, gut-wrenching,lip-busting action, … the judges score the fight… 95-94 for Katherine McNamara, 95-94 Joey King, and 96-94 for your winner… from the Awesome Aries Stable… Kathrinee McCccccNaaaaaamaraaaaaaa!!!”
The arena erupts as Katherine throws her arms into the air but immediately brings them back down as the pain takes over. Joey are are already raised as she stands frozen a blank stare on her face as The Aries corner starts celebrating. Katherine puts her arms out keeping her over zealot teammates from getting too close
Finally Joey’s fists drop slowly, disbelief etched on her face, as she stumbles slightly, dazed, still trying to comprehend the outcome. A slight smile comes across Katherine lips as she basks in the moment, having survived Joey’s relentless body assault and survived in the closing moments. The fight is over. Katherine McNamara is the champion of the night, triumphant and battered, while Joey King nurses her frustration and rage in stunned silence.
The split decision hit Joey like a punch harder than anything Katherine threw. Her head drops. Her jaw tightens. Her eyes flash with disbelief and rage. She had wanted this victory, needed it, and Katherine had taken it right out of her hands. Every hook, every swing, every ounce of power she poured into the fight—it wasn’t enough. She sways slightly, fists still trembling, as her corner rushes to console her.
Katherine’s own exhaustion is evident, but she stands taller her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Sweat and blood streak her face, but there’s a victorious gleam in her eyes, a silent message to Joey: she won and her hated rival lost.
Joey can’t meet her gaze. Her body tightens with frustration. She had trained, fought, and fought dirty when needed, but Katherine’s precision, stamina, and timing just edged her out. The hatred between them, simmering for months, boils over in silence. Joey glares at her opponent, lips pressed together, cheeks flushed, and storms toward her corner, barely able to breathe, still unable to accept it.
Katherine allows herself a brief, grim smile, eyes flicking toward Joey. She knows what this loss means, and the personal sting that comes with beating someone who would have done anything to crush her. The crowd cheers, but for Joey, the world has narrowed to the canvas beneath her feet, the fight she almost had, and the smug redhead who took it away from her.
Ring InterviewJoe Rogan steps into the ring, microphone in hand, crowd roaring around them. Katherine McNamara, still sweating and bruised, raises her fists, exhausted but triumphant.
“Congratulations, Katherine! Ten brutal rounds—what was going through your head out there?” Rogan asks.
Katherine smirks, shaking her head. “Honestly? I knew I had this. Joey came out swinging, tried everything she could—low blows, stepping on my foot, throwing elbows when she could. She even got a few lucky hits, but I stayed focused, stuck to my plan, and it showed. I won, she lost—now she can go and cry on her chubby big sisters shoulder.”
Rogan raises an eyebrow. “Those low blows, stepping on your foot, moments where she really pushed you—did any of that bother you?”
Katherine shrugs, almost laughing. “Bother me? Of course it hurt—it wasn’t easy. But this is fight night. I kept my composure, countered when I could, and didn’t let it take me off my game. Joey could try whatever she wanted, but I stayed disciplined. That’s why I walked out the winner.”
Rogan shakes his head. “You have to admit that the fight had a controversial ending. The reef picked up the count late,really late.”
“You're going to go there? Really. I'll admit she tagged me. Tagged me harder that I've been hit in a long time but you know what? Champions get knocked down but the get back up. I beat the count, Joe. I beat the count and won the fight!”
Rogan presses further. “Some would say she had some big moments in the middle rounds, even pinned you to the ropes and hurt you badly. Did that change your strategy at all?”
Katherine nods once. “Yeah, I had to adjust, use my footwork, counter her punches, and stay mobile. She tried to intimidate me with the dirty stuff, but I kept my head clear and landed the shots that mattered. Every time she overcommitted, I made her pay. That’s how you win a fight, not by whining about a few lucky punches or cheap moves.”
Rogan smiles. “So you feel like your strategy, your accuracy, your cardio—you executed better than she did?”
“Exactly. I stayed smart, stayed calm, picked my shots, and made the fight count. She tried to force her way in, but I dictated the pace. Joey’s corner can argue all they want, but the result doesn’t lie. I outhit her two to one. It should not have been split but hey, I can live with that as a win is a win. She lost. Get over it and stop whining like a little b!tch.”
Katherine raises her fists again, face battered, blood and sweat streaked, eyes glinting with both exhaustion and triumph. The crowd cheers wildly as Rogan shakes his head, impressed by her confidence and composure despite the dirty tactics thrown at her.
Post Fight Locker RoomErin Andrews steps into the locker room, microphone in hand. Joey King sits on the bench, still dripping with sweat and blood from the fight. Ice packs are pressed against her ribs, her left eye swollen, but her fists are still clenched, her icy eyes still burning with rage.
“Joey, that was a brutal fight. How are you feeling right now?” Erin asks.
Joey throws her hands into the air, shaking her head. “How am I feeling? Furious. Outraged. I did everything I could to win—dropped her skinny ass on the canvas TWICE! I landed the bigger punches, more clean shots, even had her out but the stupid old fossil of a ref saved her ass. Katherine lives a charmed life, it always seems like she walks out the winner? How does that make sense?”
Erin presses, “Some people are saying there were moments where you got a little… aggressive, low blows, stepping on her foot…”
Joey snaps her head up, voice rising. “Aggressive? I was just fighting. That’s what you do in a fight! I did what it took to win, and now people are trying to make it sound like I cheated. I landed more body punches, harder punches, and those were not low blows. If she is too weak to take a f%cking belly punch then she shouldn't be in the ring! What more do I have to do? The fight was stolen from me!”
She shakes her head, chest heaving. “Katherine’s a Primadonna, and everyone loves her. The ref takes his **** time when she hit the canvas. A slow count saved her! It’s ridiculous. They gave her fifteen seconds to get her ass up. Fifteen seconds, Joe!. I gave everything I had, and apparently it wasn’t enough for the crooked judges. Next time, I won’t leave it to them. Next time, she’s staying down. No excuses.”
Joey leans back, glaring at the locker room walls, ice pressed to her ribs, jaw tight. Fury and disbelief mix with determination, every muscle tense, as if she’s already planning her next revenge.
“If Katherine still thinks she's all that lets settle this without the referees then we will see who is the better fighter. And trust me, if that bony redheaded waif and I ever get in another fight, I'll rip her apart piece by piece. The skinny body will take so much abuse that. . .
The BrawlKatherine, who was watching Erin's stream storms into Joey’s locker room and cuts her off mid-sentence. Fury is written all over her face as she storms straight for Joey. Joey jumps to her feet and smirks, “Is your fake win is still bothering you?” The words push Katherine over the edge. She lunges, and the two collide in a violent lock-up, crashing to the wet tile floor. Water from the leaking shower splashes across the room, making every movement slippery and unpredictable.
They roll and struggle, hair pulling, arms twisting. Katherine manages to gain the top position, straddling Joey, and lands crushing punches to her midsection and ribs. Joey gasps, blood mixing with sweat, but Katherine doesn’t let up. She snaps a hard cross to Joey’s jaw, sending her reeling, then hammers her side and stomach, each strike leaving Joey gasping and bent over in pain.
Joey manages to wrap her legs around Katherine's waist and lock her in a tight body scissors. Joey pulls her in tight and locks on a guillotine crushing her ribs and blocking the flow of blood to her head. Joey locks her ankles and straightens her legs getting a low grunt from Katherine as her body tenses up.
“You made a huge mistake coming here and now you're going to pay!”
Katherine's body slows and is motionless. “Nappy time red.” As her body is about to shut down Katherine pulls her right arm back and slams it into Joey's ribs. Another hooks makes Joey gasp. A third allows Katherine to pull her head out and suck in some deep breaths. Katherine places her forearm against Joey's throat as she twists and squirms until she pulls free from the scissors.
Katherine slides up until she is sitting on Joey's chest then starts slamming fists into her face, ribs, and breasts. The redheads fists are a blur as she pummels Joey with a relentless flurry of punches and elbows. Joey face is puffy and bleeding as Katherine grabs her hair and starts slamming the back of her head into the tile. Joey is taking a brutal beating as her eyes roll back and her arms go limp.
Security bursts in, grabbing Katherine to pull her off, but she twists, her hands still on Joey. She yanks Joey’s bikini top free in a defiant gesture as she’s dragged backward. “Still want me, Joey? HUH? Still think you won?” she shouts, fists raised and blood dripping from both of them.
Joey rolls and pushes herself up to her hands and knees still dazed, wiping blood from her face, chest heaving, bare breasts swaying, bruised and humiliated. Katherine is hauled out, struggling against the security holding her, glaring back at Joey with pure fury.
The locker room is chaos—tiles slick with water and blood, overturned benches, wet hair plastered to faces. Both women are soaked, battered, and breathing hard, their hatred blazing brighter than ever. The fight may be over officially, but the war between them is far from done. Erin follows Katherine down the damp, echoing hallway, her heels clicking against the tile as Katherine drags herself forward, still dripping with water and sweat, her fists clenched. In one hand, she twirls Joey’s bikini top between her fingers like a trophy.
“You got yourself a souvenir?” Erin asks, a mixture of disbelief and amusement in her voice.
Katherine smirks, holding the soaked fabric up for Erin to see. “Yeah,” she says, voice low and sharp. “She can come back and try to get this, but I don’t think that’s happening anymore.” Her chest heaves, eyes still blazing with fury and satisfaction. “That’s a reminder—don’t ever underestimate me. Not in the ring, not out of it. Joey pushed me, tested me, thought she could get away with whatever she wanted… but I put her in her place. TWICE!” Katherine takes in a deep breath and composes herself.
As they turn a corner toward Katherine’s locker room she swings her wet hair back, glancing over her shoulder. The top drips faintly onto the floor, a symbol of dominance and the chaos they left behind. Katherine steps into her locker room, tossing the souvenir onto the bench, already thinking about the next fight, the next time Joey crosses her path. Erin watches quietly, knowing this rivalry is far from over.
Written by the Badass Barbies.
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