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Fght 18 Main Event - Debby Ryan vs Scarlett Johansson
By: BadAssBunnies Date: July 15, 2025, 12:50 am
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Sin City Slugfest VI
Main Event - Blind Fold Match - 18
Debby Ryan vs Scarlett Johansson
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[font=arial]Debby Ryan[/font]
[font=arial]Age:[/font][font=arial] 30 (born May 13, 1993)
[/font][font=arial]Height:[/font][font=arial] 5'5" (165 cm)
[/font][font=arial]Weight:[/font][font=arial] 125 lbs (57 kg)
[/font][font=arial]Reach:[/font][font=arial] 66" (168 cm)[/font]
[font=arial]Background:[/font][font=arial] Best known as an
actress and singer, Debby Ryan is also a dedicated and
surprisingly skilled boxer. What began as fitness training
quickly evolved into a passion—so much so that she had a
professional-grade boxing ring installed in her home basement.
She trains daily, working with experienced coaches and sparring
regularly. Her dance background adds to her fluid footwork and
coordination, making her a fast, elusive opponent with excellent
rhythm and timing.[/font]
[font=arial]Style:[/font][font=arial] A high-volume, technical
striker who relies on footwork, angles, and speed. Debby likes
to wear opponents down with jabs and combos while slipping
counters with graceful movement. She’s not just athletic—she’s
developed real ring IQ.[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett Johansson[/font]
[font=arial]Age:[/font][font=arial] 40 (born November 22, 1984)
[/font][font=arial]Height:[/font][font=arial] 5'3" (160 cm)
[/font][font=arial]Weight:[/font][font=arial] 130 lbs (59 kg)
[/font][font=arial]Reach:[/font][font=arial] 65" (165 cm)[/font]
[font=arial]Background:[/font][font=arial] A Hollywood
powerhouse, Scarlett Johansson has spent over a decade in
physically demanding roles, especially in action-packed films.
Her martial arts and stunt training have made her strong,
balanced, and durable under pressure. She’s used to executing
combat choreography but has also trained in real-world fight
technique, including boxing and grappling.[/font]
[font=arial]Style:[/font][font=arial] Aggressive and durable.
Scarlett uses a tight, pressure-heavy approach with compact
power punches and gritty inside work. She’s tough and
relentless, looking to overwhelm opponents with strength and
tenacity.[/font]
[font=arial]Pre-Fight Odds & Analysis[/font]
[font=arial]Odds:[/font][font=arial] Scarlett Johansson (-150)
vs. Debby Ryan (+120)[/font]
[font=arial]Analysis:[/font][font=arial] On paper, Scarlett
brings the edge in raw strength, toughness, and combat
experience from her film training. But Debby’s disciplined
boxing regimen, daily sparring, and high-level cardio give her a
serious chance to outclass Scarlett technically. Scarlett’s
power is dangerous, but Debby’s movement and precision could be
the difference-maker. This one's closer than the odds
suggest.[/font]
[font=arial]Dzbby Ryan vs. Scarlett Johansson[/font]
[font=arial]10-Round Women's Celebrity Boxing Match[/font]
[font=arial]Venue: MGM Grand, Las Vegas[/font]
[font=arial]Backstage, Debby Ryan sat quietly, blindfold already
tied tight across her eyes. She bounced lightly on her toes,
fists clenched and heart racing.[/font]
“[font=arial]No idea who it is…”[/font][font=arial] she
muttered to herself, sucking in a breath.
[/font][font=arial]“Just another actress who thinks she’s
tougher than she is. Whoever it is—she’s going
down.”[/font]</blockquote></blockquote> [font=arial]A crew
member touched her shoulder. It was time.[/font]
[font=arial]With gloved hands stretched out, Debby was led down
the hall and through the roaring tunnel of the MGM Grand. The
roar of the crowd thundered around her. She smiled. She fed off
it.[/font]
[font=arial]On the opposite side of the arena, Scarlett
Johansson stood, arms folded, already blindfolded and still as
stone.[/font]
“[font=arial]This better not be a cupcake,”[/font][font=arial]
she growled. [/font][font=arial]“I didn’t train for weeks to
slap around a rookie.”[/font]</blockquote>
[font=arial]She walked through the curtain and could feel the
heat from the overhead lights. She **** her neck and rolled her
shoulders. This was war. Whoever stood across from her—famous or
not—was getting the full storm.[/font]
[font=arial]Inside the ring, both women were guided to center,
barely a foot apart, blindfolds still on. The referee gave final
instructions, then counted down:[/font]
“[font=arial]Three… two… one… REMOVE!”[/font]
[font=arial]Debby whipped off her blindfold. Her jaw clenched
the moment her eyes locked on Scarlett.[/font]
“[font=arial]You’ve got to be kidding,” Debby hissed.
Johansson.[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett’s brows lifted, then her mouth curled into
a predatory grin.[/font]
“[font=arial]You?” she chuckled darkly. “Hope you brought a
padded bra.”[/font]
[font=arial]Debby didn’t flinch. “I’m not on Netflix anymore,
Scarlett. Tonight? You get the real me.”[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett turned, smirking over her shoulder.[/font]
“[font=arial]Then get ready to go home bruised, Disney.”[/font]
[font=arial]As they returned to their corners, the crowd was
electric. The war was about to begin.[/font]
[font=arial]Round 1:[/font]
[font=arial]
The bell rang, and the blindfolds were off. The moment Scarlett
Johansson saw Debby Ryan across from her, a fire lit in her
eyes. The veteran didn’t waste a second. She stormed forward
like a tank, crouched low, fists tight, using her stockier, more
muscular frame to establish control. Debby tried to circle,
bouncing on her toes and flicking out probing jabs, but Scarlett
smothered her space with ruthless intent.[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett cut off the ring with expert footwork,
closing the distance and digging a stiff jab right between
Debby’s eyes. The punch snapped Debby’s head back and drew a
gasp from the crowd. Debby pivoted, trying to create space, but
Scarlett stayed in her face, relentless and compact. Another jab
landed, this time followed by a punishing right hook that
thudded deep into Debby’s ribs.[/font]
[font=arial]Debby winced, shuffled back, and fired a quick
left-right combo that grazed Scarlett’s cheek, showing flashes
of her speed and timing. But Scarlett barely flinched. She
absorbed the shots and bulldozed forward, backing Debby into the
ropes. There, she unleashed a barrage—short hooks to the body, a
sharp uppercut that grazed Debby’s chin, and a final thumping
blow to the chest that forced Debby to clinch.[/font]
[font=arial]The referee separated them, but the momentum was
already firmly in Scarlett’s hands. Every exchange favored the
older fighter—she imposed her will, landed the heavier punches,
and made it impossible for Debby to get into rhythm. Debby
looked composed, but even she knew this round had slipped away
from her.[/font]
[font=arial]As the bell rang, Scarlett strutted back to her
corner, nodding to the crowd with a tight smirk. She didn’t just
win the round—she sent a message. Her pressure, her power, and
her presence were undeniable.[/font]
[font=arial]Score: 10-9 Johansson[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett leaves no doubt—she’s here to
dominate.[/font]
[font=arial]Round 2:[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett came out pressing again, determined to pick
up where she left off. She barreled forward with confidence,
tossing stiff jabs and looking to trap Debby against the ropes
once more. For the first thirty seconds, it looked like a repeat
of the first round—Scarlett crowding Debby, closing the
distance, and tossing heavy punches to the body.[/font]
[font=arial]But then everything changed. Debby Ryan found her
rhythm. Pivoting off the ropes, she reset her feet and started
snapping her jab—fast, sharp, and accurate. The first one landed
cleanly on Scarlett’s nose. Then another. And another. Scarlett
blinked, surprised by the sudden change in pace, and before she
could adjust, Debby stepped back and drilled a counter right
into her ribs that forced a grunt from the veteran.[/font]
[font=arial]Debby circled out wide, owning the center of the
ring now. With her jab as the spearhead, she began dictating
every exchange. Scarlett lunged in again—and paid the price. A
crisp double jab split her guard, followed by a right hand to
the cheek. Debby’s footwork was smooth and controlled; she
danced just out of reach, then popped Scarlett with quick
combinations before slipping away untouched.[/font]
[font=arial]By the midway point of the round, Debby had turned
the tide completely. Scarlett became visibly frustrated,
swinging wide and missing. Every time she overcommitted, Debby
punished her with body shots and counters that landed cleanly.
The younger fighter was in total control, bouncing on her toes,
eyes focused, breathing steady. The crowd roared as she landed a
beautiful three-punch combo late—a jab, a straight right, and a
left hook that snapped Scarlett’s head sideways.[/font]
[font=arial]The final thirty seconds saw Debby toy with Scarlett
at range, peppering her with jabs and light combos while
avoiding damage entirely. When the bell rang, it wasn’t close.
Debby Ryan had made a statement.[/font]
[font=arial]Score: 10-9 Ryan[/font]
[font=arial]Running Total: Ryan 19 | Johansson 19[/font]
[font=arial]Round 3:[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett Johansson returned to her corner after a
frustrating second round, where Debby Ryan’s speed and footwork
had made her look a step behind. Her trainer was in her ear
immediately—firm, loud, and blunt.[/font]
“[font=arial]Keep your damn hands up. Cut off the ring and
finish your combos. You let her take that round—don’t let her
take your momentum.”[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett nodded, silent and steely. The bell rang,
and the difference was immediate. She came out with her guard
high and tight, head moving just enough to slip Debby’s probing
jab. Rather than rushing in recklessly, she stayed compact,
stepping forward with calculated pressure. A quick feint opened
a lane, and Scarlett drove a thudding left hook deep into
Debby’s breaasts. The shot landed flush, and Debby winced, her
movement stuttering just for a moment.[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett pressed the advantage, backing Debby up
with short, deliberate punches—another hook to the body, then a
tight uppercut to the belly. Debby clinched to slow the charge,
trying to reset, but Scarlett wrestled free and shoved her
toward the ropes.[/font]
[font=arial]Debby responded with speed, landing a sharp right
hand and dancing away. The exchanges became fast and
razor-close—Debby popping her jab and sliding to the side,
Scarlett stepping in and working the body. Both women had
moments, but it was Scarlett who kept finishing the
combinations. She’d absorb a quick one-two, then land a heavy
third shot to the ribs or hip.[/font]
[font=arial]Midway through the round, Scarlett pinned Debby
briefly in the corner and unleashed a wicked combo—left to the
stomach, right hook up top, and a final punch that smacked Debby
across the breasts. The crowd groaned as Debby clinched again,
clearly rattled. Scarlett’s face showed no emotion—just laser
focus. Debby stayed game, bouncing and firing back late, but
Scarlett’s punches carried more weight and authority. She was
the aggressor again, and this time, she finished her
work.[/font]
[font=arial]Score: 10-9 Johansson[/font]
[font=arial]Running Total: Ryan 28 | Johansson 29[/font]
[font=arial]Round 4:[/font]
[font=arial]
As Debby Ryan returned to her corner, her corner team quickly
went to work. Her top had been knocked partially askew by a
vicious uppercut in the last round, and her chest bore red
blotches from Scarlett’s brutal targeting. Debby winced as her
coach adjusted her gear, tucking her back in and icing her
ribs.[/font]
“[font=arial]She wants to make this dirty?” Debby muttered, her
eyes narrowing. “Fine. Let’s play.”[/font]
[font=arial]The bell rang—and a different Debby emerged.[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett came out confident, firing a double jab
square to Debby’s chest again, followed by a cruel uppercut that
popped Debby’s left breast out of her top for the second
time.[/font]
“[font=arial]Now [/font][font=arial]that’s[/font][font=arial]
better,” Scarlett smirked.[/font]
[font=arial]But Debby didn’t flinch. Her corner was ready. In
seconds, they tucked her top back in during the ref’s pause—and
what returned to the center was no longer the light-footed
dancer. It was a woman furious, focused, and fully locked in.
Debby went on the attack.[/font]
[font=arial]Her jab became a piston—snapping out over and over,
peppering Scarlett’s face with precision. Scarlett tried to push
forward, but Debby met her with stiff resistance. A
lightning-quick combo nailed Scarlett in the cheek, followed by
a digging body shot that made her stumble back. Debby began
bullying [/font][font=arial]her[/font][font=arial].[/font]
[font=arial]She drove Scarlett across the ring with sheer
aggression—shouldering into her, pinning her with sharp hooks,
and not letting her breathe. The crowd roared as Debby turned
into a machine, out-landing Scarlett 3-to-1, hammering her with
jabs, straights, and looping hooks.[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett’s guard broke late, and Debby took full
advantage. In the final seconds, she crouched low and unleashed
a brutal uppercut that rocketed into Scarlett’s chest—just
missing the neckline of her top. Scarlett gasped, stumbling
back, nearly suffering the same wardrobe fate she’d dealt out
earlier. Debby circled out calmly, in full command.[/font]
[font=arial]Score: 10-9 Ryan (almost 10-8)[/font]
[font=arial]Running Total: Ryan 38 | Johansson 38[/font]
[font=arial]Round 5:[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd at the MGM Grand was on its feet, the
atmosphere electric as both women met in the center of the ring
for Round 5. Debby Ryan looked locked in, her eyes burning with
determination after her dominant fourth round. But Scarlett
Johansson, ever the veteran, wasn’t about to let the younger
fighter run away with it.[/font]
[font=arial]From the bell, both women fired combinations,
neither backing down. Debby landed a stiff jab to the mouth
followed by a quick left hook to the ribs. Scarlett grunted and
fired right back—two jabs up top, then a sneaky right uppercut
that caught Debby square in the underside of her left breast.
Debby gasped and staggered back a step, her face flushing with
fury.[/font]
“[font=arial]That all you’ve got?” Scarlett sneered, already
pressing forward.[/font]</blockquote> </blockquote>
[font=arial]Debby came back with a flurry—three quick punches to
the face that snapped Scarlett’s head back, then a low shot to
the ribs. But Scarlett answered with another tight uppercut,
this one catching Debby again on the chest, just under the right
cup. It wasn’t powerful—but it was humiliating, and Debby’s
reaction showed it.[/font]
[font=arial]The round turned into a wild back-and-forth, each
woman landing hard, punishing shots to the body and head. Debby
backed Scarlett up with a jab-cross-hook combo, but Scarlett
pivoted out of danger and landed a sharp right to the belly
followed by another sneaky breast uppercut in the clinch. Debby
groaned under the crushing blow.[/font]
[font=arial]Debby shoved Scarlett at the break, jaw clenched,
eyes narrowed. She was incensed, shouting something
unintelligible over the roar of the crowd. Scarlett just
smirked, her face flushed but confident. The final moments were
frantic, both fighters swinging heavy, landing shots on arms,
bellies, chests, and shoulders. But it was Scarlett who landed
the final, clean right hand to the jaw that stole the
round.[/font]
[font=arial]Score: 10-9 Johansson[/font]
[font=arial]Running Total: Ryan 47 | Johansson 48[/font]
[font=arial]Round 6:[/font]
[font=arial]By now, the wear and tear was showing on both women,
but Debby Ryan looked fresher, sharper, and far more composed.
Scarlett Johansson, breathing heavily between rounds, was slow
getting off her stool. Her corner iced her ribs and dabbed at
her swelling left eye. Meanwhile, Debby stood in her corner,
bouncing on her toes, gloves already up and ready.[/font]
[font=arial]From the bell, Debby made her intentions clear—she
was going to the body, and she wasn’t letting up. She surged
forward with controlled aggression, peppering Scarlett with
quick 1-2s to the stomach and ribs. Her gloves thudded into
Scarlett’s softening core again and again, each punch drawing a
grunt or gasp. Scarlett tried to jab her way out of trouble, but
her legs were slower now. Her guard, once tight, began to
drop—leaving her midsection exposed. Debby exploited every
opening.[/font]
[font=arial]A digging left hook to the liver bent Scarlett
forward; a right cross to the belly button snapped her upright
again. Debby followed with a crushing shot under the left
breast, making Scarlett stumble into a clinch, gasping. The
referee broke them, but Scarlett looked dazed, her chest and
torso now bright pink from the cumulative punishment.[/font]
[font=arial]Debby circled like a predator, calm and focused. She
pounded away—right-left to the ribs, double jab to the belly,
then a hammering uppercut that grazed the bottom of Scarlett’s
right breast. Scarlett’s hands dropped, her body wilting under
the sustained assault. The crowd could see it—Scarlett’s mouth
was open, gasping for air, her face drenched in sweat. Her
punches were sluggish now, thrown more out of instinct than
intent[/font]
[font=arial]Debby never let up. She owned every second of the
round, beating the fight—and the stamina—out of Scarlett with
clinical, exhausting body work. By the time the bell rang,
Scarlett’s legs gave out beneath her as she collapsed onto her
stool, her body visibly trembling, breath coming in ragged
gasps.[/font]
[font=arial]Score: 10-9 Ryan (borderline 10-8)[/font]
[font=arial]Running Total: Ryan 57 | Johansson 57[/font]
[font=arial]Round 7:[/font]
[font=arial]After absorbing a round of sheer punishment,
Scarlett Johansson came out for Round 7 with a bruised torso and
a swelling eye—but a look in her face that screamed: not done
yet b!tch. The veteran had taken enough to know Debby Ryan was
feeling confident—maybe too confident. And Scarlett was about to
use that against her.[/font]
[font=arial]She baited Debby in early, letting the younger
fighter score a few more body shots. Debby obliged, pounding
Scarlett’s ribs and belly with sharp, thumping hooks. The crowd
roared, thinking another dominant round was beginning. But
Scarlett wasn’t just covering—she was setting a trap.[/font]
[font=arial]They clinched mid-ring, both women tangled,
breathing hard. Scarlett whispered something no one could hear…
then suddenly [/font][font=arial]leaned
forward[/font][font=arial], bumping Debby hard enough to knock
her off balance. Debby’s footing slipped, her arms slightly out
of position—and that’s when Scarlett struck like a viper.[/font]
[font=arial]Two thunderous hooks
[/font][font=arial]slammed[/font][font=arial] into Debby’s
liver—[/font][font=arial]WHAP-WHAP![/font]
[font=arial]Debby’s eyes went wide. Her body froze.[/font]
[font=arial]Then came the rest—an uppercut that smashed her left
breast, a vicious hook to the pit of her stomach, and finally, a
devastating uppercut straight to the chin that cut her strings
like a puppet. Debby’s mouthpiece flew, her knees buckled—her
left leg gave out first—and she twisted, spinning into a
crumpled heap on the canvas, stunned and folded awkwardly on
herself.[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett backed off, smirking. Debby was
[/font][font=arial]gobsmacked[/font][font=arial]—trying to rise,
but her legs were tangled under her.[/font]
[font=arial]The ref thundered:[/font]
[font=arial]“ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!”[/font]
[font=arial]Debby pawed at the mat.[/font]
[font=arial]“FOUR!” “FIVE!”[/font]
[font=arial]She rolled to her knees, gasping.[/font]
[font=arial]“SIX!” “SEVEN!”[/font]
[font=arial]She crawled to the ropes.[/font]
[font=arial]“EIGHT!” “NINE!”[/font]
[font=arial]Debby yanked herself up by the ropes, legs
trembling, arms shaking.[/font]
[font=arial]“TEN—WAIT!”[/font][font=arial] The ref stopped the
count just in time—she was up![/font]
[font=arial]The fight continued—but now Scarlett was hunting.
Debby hung on, clinched, blocked, dodged—but
then—[/font][font=arial]something shifted[/font][font=arial].
With thirty seconds left, her legs came back. She planted her
feet and started [/font][font=arial]digging[/font][font=arial]
into Scarlett’s gut with furious hooks. Left to the ribs. Right
to the belly. A brutal uppercut grazed Scarlett’s chest and she
[/font][font=arial]moaned[/font][font=arial], visibly wilting.
Her body was screaming.[/font]
[font=arial]Debby didn’t win the round—but she reminded everyone
she wasn’t done.[/font]
[font=arial]Score: 10-8 Johansson[/font]
[font=arial]Running Total: Ryan 65 | Johansson 67[/font]
[font=arial]Round 8:[/font]
[font=arial]
By Round 8, the roles had reversed completely. Scarlett
Johansson—the battle-hardened action star with all the
experience and toughness in the world—was now the one gasping
for air, her chest heaving, legs heavy. And Debby Ryan was the
one walking her down.[/font]
[font=arial]Debby came out of her corner like a machine—calm,
focused, and relentless. She didn’t go headhunting. She didn’t
try to get flashy. She went right back to the game plan that had
been bleeding Scarlett dry: the body.[/font]
[font=arial]Thump. Thump.
[/font][font=arial]Thump[/font][font=arial].[/font]
[font=arial]Her gloves pounded into Scarlett’s sides, stomach,
and ribs , and breasts like pistons. A left hook to the ribs
bent Scarlett over, and Debby snapped a right uppercut into her
belly that made her grunt, nearly doubling her over. Scarlett
clinched, wrapping her arms around Debby’s shoulders and leaning
all her weight onto the younger fighter—stalling, surviving,
dragging the round out second by second.[/font]
[font=arial]But Debby wasn’t discouraged. She kept at it. Her
cardio showed—bouncing on her toes, working short punches
inside, breaking free from clinches and digging her gloves right
back into Scarlett’s breaking body. The older woman’s guard
started to slip. Debby saw it—and shifted gears.[/font]
[font=arial]A stiff jab landed directly on Scarlett’s swollen
left eye, then another, then a straight right. Scarlett winced,
her legs buckling slightly. The eye was nearly shut, forcing
Scarlett into a desperate southpaw stance to shield it. But that
only opened up more targets—and Debby took full advantage,
ripping more shots to Scarlett’s ribs and side, making the
veteran wheeze and retreat. The crowd roared as Debby drove
Scarlett into the ropes with a five-punch flurry, all to the
body. Scarlett’s moans were audible. She was breaking down by
the second, just barely holding on.[/font]
[font=arial]Then, at the final bell—just as the ref moved to
separate them—Scarlett got one last dirty trick in. From the
clinch, she drove her elbow sharply across Debby’s chest, the
point landing [/font][font=arial]squarely[/font][font=arial]
into the soft underside of Debby’s left breast. Debby cried out,
stumbling back, clutching her chest in shock as the crowd booed.
The ref warned Scarlett, but the damage was done.[/font]
[font=arial]Score: 10-9 Ryan[/font]
[font=arial]Running Total: Ryan 75 | Johansson 76[/font]
[font=arial]Round 9:[/font]
[font=arial]Debby Ryan came off her stool like a woman
possessed. [/font][font=arial]Still fuming from the cheap elbow
Scarlett had buried into her breast at the end of the last
round, Debby wasn’t interested in jabs or footwork anymore—she
wanted to punish. And she went [/font][font=arial]straight for
the rack.[/font]
[font=arial]In the opening twenty seconds, Debby launched into
an unrelenting assault. A savage hook slammed into the side of
Scarlett’s right
breast—[/font][font=arial]THWACK![/font][font=arial]—followed by
a brutal jab that flattened her left one, forcing a yelp from
the battered action star. Debby ripped an uppercut into the
underside of Scarlett’s chest, then another—each one drawing
louder grunts and groans. The crowd was electric as Debby
pounded Scarlett’s body like a heavy bag.[/font]
[font=arial]Backpedaling just long enough to reset her footing,
Debby then [/font][font=arial]bulldozed[/font][font=arial]
Scarlett into the corner. She lowered her stance, bobbing and
weaving under Scarlett’s weak arm swipes, then went to
work—digging into the belly, ribs, and flanks with cruel
precision. Scarlett was hunched forward, arms glued to her body,
elbows tucked in desperately to shield her core. Her gloves were
up around her bruised face, leaving her frozen in a
shell.[/font]
“[font=arial]Fight back!” the referee barked. “Scarlett, fight
back!” She didn’t—[/font][font=arial]she couldn’t. [/font]
[font=arial]The ref stepped in and administered a
[/font][font=arial]standing eight count[/font][font=arial],
giving Scarlett a precious lifeline.[/font]
“[font=arial]FIGHT![/font][font=arial]”[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett nodded, lips bloodied and body trembling,
and slid sideways trying to escape—but Debby cut off the ring
and [/font][font=arial]shoved[/font][font=arial] her into the
ropes. From there, it was a [/font][font=arial]body
beatdown[/font][font=arial] of the highest order. Scarlett
clinched. Debby broke free and hammered her ribs. Scarlett
clinched again. Another break—[/font][font=arial]more body
shots.[/font][font=arial] Hooks to the side. Crosses to the
solar plexus. Lefts to the liver. Rights into the sternum.
Uppercuts to the breasts. It was vicious, efficient punishment,
and Scarlett was absorbing every ounce of it with nowhere to
go.[/font]
[font=arial]By the final bell, Debby stood tall, raising her arm
with fire in her eyes. Scarlett couldn’t raise hers—her arms
hung limp at her sides, her body a wrecked, quivering mess
barely able to make it back to the stool.[/font]
[font=arial]Score: 10-8 Ryan[/font]
[font=arial]Running Total: Ryan 85 | Johansson 84[/font]
[font=arial]Round 10;[/font]
[font=arial]Both corners knew what was at stake. Debby Ryan was
likely ahead—but not by much. Scarlett Johansson’s face was
swollen, her body bruised and crumbling under the punishment,
but the look in her eye said it all: She wasn’t done.[/font]
[font=arial]The bell rang and.[/font][font=arial]Scarlett sprang
into action, surprising everyone with a sudden burst of
movement. She played possum again, retreating just enough to
bait Debby forward—and Debby, full of adrenaline, took the bait.
She stepped into range, trying to rip a right to the
body—[/font][font=arial]BAM![/font]
[font=arial]An uppercut exploded through her guard. Debby’s head
[/font][font=arial]snapped violently back[/font][font=arial],
sweat flying from her hair as her legs gave way, her body
slumping into the ropes. The crowd gasped. Scarlett pounced,
throwing everything she had left—short hooks, uppercuts,
overhands—but her body had nothing left in the tank. The punches
landed, but the power was gone.[/font]
[font=arial]Debby absorbed them, covering up and clinching.
Scarlett’s breathing became ragged; she backed off, hunched
forward with her gloves resting on her knees, chest heaving.
Across the ring, Debby’s backside sagged heavily on the second
rope, arms limp over the top strand. Both women looked
spent.[/font]
“[font=arial]Come on,
ladies—[/font][font=arial]FIGHT![/font][font=arial]” the ref
barked. For a moment, neither moved. Then, with a grunt, Debby
[/font][font=arial]forced[/font][font=arial] herself off the
ropes. Scarlett straightened, her legs barely holding, but still
standing.[/font]
[font=arial]
The ref waved them in. Scarlett cocked her right fist and threw
a wild, desperate overhand—her last haymaker. Debby saw it
coming at the last second and leaned back. The punch missed by
inches, and Scarlett [/font][font=arial]stumbled past
her[/font][font=arial], nearly falling. When she turned
around—Debby was waiting.[/font]
[font=arial]A left hook
[/font][font=arial]buried[/font][font=arial] itself into
Scarlett’s belly. Her knees wobbled. She winced, mouth open in
pain. Her gloves drooped. The final minute became a savage
assault—Debby hammering her midsection, ripping uppercuts to her
chest, and snapping jabs to her now-exposed, battered face.
Scarlett clinched whenever she could, hanging on with sheer
grit.[/font]
[font=arial]The bell rang. Debby raised her hands in exhausted
triumph—then dropped to her knees, completely spent. Scarlett
wobbled, arms at her sides, legs trembling—but still
standing.[/font]
[font=arial]Scene: Center ring at the MGM Grand, moments after
the bell of Round 10. Both fighters are pulled to the middle,
flanked by their corners. The referee stands between them,
holding each woman's wrist, waiting for the official decision.
[/font]
[font=arial]Debby Ryan stands tall—her face bruised, her nose
still trickling blood—but she’s upright, alert, and breathing
steadily. She shifts from foot to foot, biting her lower lip,
arms tense and ready.[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett Johansson, in stark contrast, looks like
she’s been hit by a freight train. Her swollen left eye is
nearly shut, her ribs wrapped tightly by her corner during the
final seconds. She leans slightly forward, her gloves resting on
her thighs, gasping in shallow, pained breaths. Her entire body
is pink and blotched from the relentless body assault.[/font]
[font=arial]The ref glances toward the officials. No delay. The
scores are already tallied. He turns and gives a nod to the ring
announcer, who steps to the center with the card in hand.[/font]
[font=arial]ANNOUNCER:[/font][font=arial] “Ladies and gentlemen…
after ten grueling rounds of intense action, we go to the
judges’ scorecards. All three judges score the bout… 95 to 93…
for your winner by [/font][font=arial]unanimous
decision[/font][font=arial]…”[/font]
“[font=arial]DEBBY RYAN!”[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd
[/font][font=arial]erupts[/font][font=arial]. [/font]
[font=arial]Debby’s eyes widen—then she [/font][font=arial]jumps
up and down[/font][font=arial], fists raised high in exhausted
joy.[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett doesn’t move. Her mouth is slightly open,
eyebrows scrunched in disbelief. She turns to the ref, blinking
through her good eye.[/font]
“[font=arial]What?” Debby asks, laughing in shock as if she
didn’t quite believe it herself.[/font]
[font=arial]Scarlett shakes her head slowly. “You know… you
know,” she mutters under her breath.[/font]
[font=arial]Still semi-hunched over, she steps back, pulling
away from the center. One hand clutches her side, the other
wipes blood from her lip. The ref reaches for her, but she
shrugs him off. And with no fanfare, Scarlett exits the
ring—alone—while Debby climbs a corner post, arms raised,
soaking in the roar of victory.[/font]
[font=arial]Winner by Unanimous Decision: Debby Ryan (95-93 on
all cards)[/font]
[font=arial]Scene: Debby Ryan’s locker room, minutes after her
unanimous decision win over Scarlett Johansson. Her face is
bruised, her ribs wrapped in ice, and her top loosely hanging
from a shoulder as she sits slumped on the bench, sipping water.
The crowd outside is still buzzing. Erin Andrews kneels down
beside her with a recorder. [/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] Debby… congratulations.
That was a war. How are you feeling?[/font]
[font=arial]DEBBY:[/font][font=arial](laughs
tiredly)[/font][font=arial] Like I got hit by a bus. But a
really... slow-moving, relentless, Scarlett Johansson-shaped
bus.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] You've been in some tough
fights, but this was next-level. Did you expect it to get that
brutal?[/font]
[font=arial]DEBBY:[/font][font=arial] Honestly? I expected
hard—but not [/font][font=arial]that[/font][font=arial].
Scarlett and I were teammates for years and we used to throw
down during training. I know how good she is and I know that
Scarlett’s a legend for a reason. She's tough as nails and
fights like she’s got something to prove. She caught me clean
more than I care to admit. That uppercut in the tenth? Thought
my soul left my body for a second.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] She nearly had you down
again, but you rallied in that final minute. Where does that
come from?[/font]
[font=arial]DEBBY:[/font][font=arial](pauses, breathing
heavily)[/font][font=arial] My basement.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] Your...?[/font]
[font=arial]DEBBY:[/font][font=arial] I’ve got a full-size
boxing ring in my basement. I train every day. Not just cardio
or a few drills—real rounds, real sparring. I take this
seriously. So when my legs went jelly and my chest felt like
it’d been run over, I just told myself:
[/font][font=arial]You’ve done worse at home. Now finish the
damn fight.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] There was a point where you
were really targeting her body, especially in rounds 6 through
9. Was that the plan going in?[/font]
[font=arial]DEBBY:[/font][font=arial] Absolutely. I knew I
didn’t have her power, but I had the lungs. She’s experienced
and durable, but you can’t fight when you can’t breathe. I just
kept digging to the ribs, liver, sternum… yeah, even the boobs.
It worked. She clinched because she
[/font][font=arial]had[/font][font=arial] to, not because she
wanted to.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] At the end of round 8, she
caught you with that elbow—looked like it hurt.[/font]
[font=arial]DEBBY:[/font][font=arial](touches her bruised left
breast and winces)[/font][font=arial] Yeah. That was dirty, no
way around it. It lit a fire in me. That next round, I let her
feel what [/font][font=arial]legal[/font][font=arial] payback
looked like. And I don’t think she liked it.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] She never went down,
though.[/font]
[font=arial]DEBBY:[/font][font=arial] And that’s what makes her
dangerous. I threw everything I had in that last minute. Her
body was folding, her hands were barely up… but she wouldn’t
drop. Mad respect for that.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] Final thoughts? What does
this win mean to you?[/font]
[font=arial]DEBBY:[/font][font=arial] It means I’m not just some
actress putting on gloves for fun. I
[/font][font=arial]earned[/font][font=arial] that win. I
outlasted a legend. And I’ve got a hell of a lot more to
prove.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] Thanks, Debby. Rest
up—you’ve earned it.[/font]
[font=arial]DEBBY:[/font][font=arial](grinning despite the
bruises)[/font][font=arial] I’ll rest when I stop hearing her
grunts echoing in my ears. God, she hits like a freight
train.[/font]
[font=arial]Scene: Scarlett Johansson’s locker room. The
atmosphere is heavy. Ice packs are taped to her ribs and across
her left eye, which is nearly swollen shut. A trainer helps
unlace her gloves as a ERIN cautiously steps forward. [/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] Scarlett… can we get a few
words?[/font]
[font=arial]SCARLETT:[/font][font=arial](sighs, eyes
narrowed)[/font][font=arial] Sure. Why not? Let’s talk about how
I just got robbed in front of thousands of people.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] You feel the decision was
unfair?[/font]
[font=arial]SCARLETT:[/font][font=arial] Unfair? Please. I
[/font][font=arial]won[/font][font=arial] that fight. But when
you're up against someone from Disney, you're not just fighting
the girl in front of you. You're fighting the crowd, the
cameras, the narrative. Everybody wants to see the sweet,
underdog “princess” win. Judges eat that sh!t up in big
mouthfuls.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] But Debby out-landed you by
45 punches. She doubled your body shots in the last four rounds
and left your midsection a mess.[/font]
[font=arial]SCARLETT:[/font][font=arial](irritated)[/font][font=
arial]
Yeah? But did she knock me down?[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] No… but she had you reeling
more than once. And—[/font]
[font=arial]SCARLETT:[/font][font=arial]I[/font][font=arial]
knocked [/font][font=arial]her[/font][font=arial] down.
Officially. Her legs buckled, she folded into a heap, and I had
her on the ropes. A couple of those other moments? Should’ve
been standing eights. What about when she just sagged into the
corner and couldn’t throw back? Or when I stunned her with that
uppercut in the tenth? If roles were reversed, I
[/font][font=arial]guarantee[/font][font=arial] the ref jumps
in, give her an 8 or waves off the fight. But nooooooo, not for
Debby. Not for America’s sweetheart.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] For clarity—Debby had the
only standing eight count. That was after she backed you into
the corner and you didn’t respond.[/font]
[font=arial]SCARLETT:[/font][font=arial](waves it
off)[/font][font=arial] Whatever. Was it a knock down? Was it?
No it wasn't! I won, and I know it. The judges don’t matter.
This was an exhibition. It’s a damn show for the Vegas crowd. In
the real world? The UCC is what matters.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] Right—speaking of the UCC…
you and Debby are 1–1 against each other now. Pretty
even.[/font]
[font=arial]SCARLETT:[/font][font=arial](cuts in
coldly)[/font][font=arial] No. I
[/font][font=arial]beat[/font][font=arial] her the first time.
And she got a [/font][font=arial]split
decision[/font][font=arial] the second time. Total garbage. You
know what that proves? The Disney girls get the calls. They get
the love, they get the hype, and apparently, they get the win
even when they’re getting wrecked.[/font]
[font=arial]ERIN:[/font][font=arial] If that's true, why are the
Disney Princesses 1–4 so far in the Sin City Slugfest?[/font]
[font=arial]SCARLETT:[/font][font=arial](glares, voice dripping
with sarcasm)[/font][font=arial] Maybe they just suck.
[/font][font=arial](winces in pain as she tries to shift on the
bench)[/font]
[font=arial]She groans, clutching her ribs as her trainer tries
to help her stand. Scarlett bats his hands away.[/font]
[font=arial]SCARLETT:[/font][font=arial] Don’t help me—I’m
fine.[/font]
[font=arial]She takes a deep, ragged breath and limps toward the
exit. Her robe draped over one arm, the ice pack on her ribs
slipping slightly as she turns back. [/font]
[font=arial]SCARLETT:[/font][font=arial] Let Debby have this
one. Let her wave to the crowd like she just won a title. But
next time? No lights, no crowd, no stacked judges—just gloves,
grit, and pain. We’ll see who’s still standing.[/font]
[font=arial]She stares down the ERIN one last time. [/font]
[font=arial]SCARLETT:[/font][font=arial] And tell the Princesses
this—I'm not done. Not by a long shot.[/font]
[font=arial]With that, Scarlett grits her teeth, lets out a low
grunt of pain, and storms out of the locker room, her bare feet
slapping against the cold floor as her entourage scrambles to
catch up.[/font]
[font=arial]Written by The Badass Barbies[/font]
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