Nina Dobrev versus Briana Evigan
(Words: ABC / Results: Lookout!)

Pre-fight:
Earlier this year, KNOCKOUT! Magazine ran an article/poll asking their readership who is fitter between Nina Dobrev and Briana Evigan. The poll was reasonably close, but in the end, the people deemed Evigan to be the more imposing physical specimen of the two beauties, via a result of 22-16.

Fast forward to tonight, and Dobrev and Evigan are finally primed to settle the answer to the question. Nina is determined to prove the general public, and more importantly Evigan, wrong, and Briana’s pride and perceived reputation is on the line as she attempts to put her money where her mouth is.

“I’m not saying Nina’s unfit. Come on, I’m not silly. She’s won seven of her last eight fights. She’s clearly got something in the tank. But, she hasn’t beaten me. And I’ll turn that tight tummy of hers to jelly before we’re done tonight. Trust me, my abs can take more of a beating than hers can. You just watch.”

“Briana should be careful talking about jelly when she looks like, well, that…” Nina countered. “She probably just seems fit, because it’s all relative, and she really doesn’t have that much else going for her. I mean, admittedly, she’s fitter than anyone else in her stable, but, that’s like being the tallest midget, right?”

Round 1:
Both women eager to test her foe’s tight mid-sections, and we get a healthy exchange of blows into sexy midriffs from each fighter straight away. The crowd on their feet early, ensuring they encourage this, because surely that level of intensity cannot be maintained throughout the entire bout, regardless of how fit these beauties are.

The exchange continues for the first full minute, leaving both midriffs bright red, but it is Briana who backs away first, wincing and throwing the jab at head height to keep Nina from following closely and ensuring she gets a quick breather. A smirk across Nina’s lips tells the story as her confidence seems to grow and she wades in with guns blazing, looking to hammer her rival early.

Bri keeps those jabs firing, but Nina picks them off and slams a straight right into Bri’s chest that crushes her lovely left jug, and the audience get their first scream of the night, the loud protest coming from Briana’s quivering lips as she valiantly guards the targeted orb from any further punishment.

Nina wants more, but gets a little too keen and Bri is able to find pretty cheek with that jab and Dobrev is forced to cool things off as the first exciting round comes to a close. Nina getting the marginal better of that round, but we dare say there may be some way to go in this already hotly contested battle.

Round 2:
Nina playing cheeky, but wily early, and jabs out at Bri’s left jug, moving her guard tight and exposing tummy which takes an absolute battering from the grinning Dobrev. Briana hunching slightly, cute ass propped against the ropes as she huffs with each blow to firm abs. Nina seriously testing Bri’s fit midriff as promised, and somehow it seems to hold up, despite most of the round being an absolute beating for Bri’s poor midsection.

Bri’s tummy bright red, her feet labouring, but she fights valiantly, popping more jabs high, giving Nina a little to think about as her left eye takes some smarting pops and she won’t want to allow that to happen too often. Nina on the move, protecting that eye, but wading in with fresher feet, taunting Bri’s stinging midriff with crisp hooks that have Bri wincing and playing more defence than anything.

By the end of the second round, Nina is grinning and taunting Briana as the huffing starlet stumbles into her corner. “Don’t look down Bri, your jelly is wobbling all over the place.”

Round 3:
Briana looks a little sore, but if anything, angry, as she wades into the centre of the ring. Nina still taunting and comes in confidently to punish the abs a little more, but Bri blocks and rips a wild uppercut, purely out of spite, that cracks under Nina’s chin and rattles her teeth.

The entire stadium gasps and finds their feet again as Briana makes her first real statement of the match.

And then Briana channels that anger and attempts to turn things around. Her entire body is flung behind a hook that rips into Nina’s torso, and then another, and Nina is hunched, her abs rippling under the extreme force of Briana’s fists.

Nina tries to hammer her own hooks back at Bri’s sore midriff, but Briana cuts her off again and again with wild stuffing fists that pummel Nina’s now equally red abs. And the two fit beauties have officially changed places this round. Briana now on the angry offensive and Nina in damage control mode, lurching as she tries to protect that lovely midsection.

“Who’s wobbling now?” Briana can be heard teasing as the third round comes to a close with Nina shaking on the ropes.

Both women take to their corners, breathing heavily and spending the entire break glaring at the other. The fourth is sure to bring some fireworks.

Round 4:
Briana and Nina square off with a little more caution to begin the fourth, each now clearly more aware of just how dangerous the other woman is. Both fit midriffs are bright red and visibly stinging, glistening with sweat, but willing to carry on.

They come together and with a snarl, Nina smacks a fist higher than expected, rocking Briana’s jaw. And she is staggering! Nina comes again, but Bri somehow recovers with lightning reflexes and blocks a middle hook before countering with her own hook that rips Nina’s right jug straight into the other, bringing about a wince and a grimace from her. Bri follows up with a right jab that pops onto Nina’s left eye again and that is likely to have a bit of a shiner by the end of the night.

But Nina isn’t taking that lying down, and she responds valiantly with a jabbing combo that bounces Briana like a human bobble-head. Bri’s guard helps eventually, but it’s high, and Nina then gleefully rips more leather into Briana’s abs. Bri is wincing through some jabs, and the two soon go back to an exchange of hooks to tummy, beating the stuffing out of each other.

It seems a stalemate as incredibly fit bodies fight in close quarters, and then Briana channels that earlier anger again, ripping one hook a little higher and crushing poor Nina’s lovely left jug against her ribcage. And Nina is backing away, a pained expression on her face.

A few more shots to tummy and Bri seems the slightly more confident of the two as they take to their corners at the end of the fourth.

Round 5:
As the fifth round starts, Bri seems to want to go right back to the war of attrition on lovely fit torsos, while it is clear Nina has taken exception to the jug-mugging and her first flash of leather squashes Briana’s jiggling left orb flat against her chest, getting a squeal from her and softening the big jug.

Briana is on the back foot instantly and having found a technique that works, Nina goes right after those jugs, bouncing Briana’s breasts up and down and causing her some real grief. Bri is almost mewling, cuddling those hammered jugs, and Nina has all the opening she needs to give Briana’s rig the biggest test it has ever faced.

For the rest of the fifth round, Nina smacks leather into once tight, lovely abs. Briana’s midsection is purple, bruised, blotted, and she is trapped in the corner, just taking it. It’s amazing that the ref doesn’t call it a day for Bri. Late in the round she’s asked, but a defiant, proud Evigan shakes her head bravely and winces her way through the disastrous pummelling of her weakening torso.

Nina is fit, and there’s clearly a lot of gas in that tank as her arms pump like the pistons of a machine, her rhythm not taking a jolt once as she lights up her foe’s tender torso.

At the end of the fifth, Briana is a mess. There is no sign of resignation from her mentally, but a blind man could see the damage her fit midsection has taken.

Round 6:
How Briana is walking out to continue this is an absolute mystery. But, she is, and despite the bruised, swollen mess that was once tight, fit abs, Briana looks focused, determined. If her fitness is her best asset, her mental toughness must be a damn close second.

Nina on the other hand, looks a picture of confidence. She knows she has Bri in poor shape and her experience is starting to work in her favour. Knowing she needs to break Bri mentally, or perhaps just wanting to, she brings about the smack-talk as the bell rings. “Looks like it’s 2-0 to Lookout! Sophia’s jugs are soft, and your jelly gut is no better.”

But as with earlier, Bri’s anger fuels her, and the determination of this woman to succeed is unimaginable.

Nina hooks towards belly, but Briana blocks skilfully and slams a right glove hard into the centre of Nina’s face. A spray of blood from lips has Nina backpedalling and Briana chases courageously, one hand holding sore, likely bruised ribs, and the other launching straight rights at Nina’s face.

Dobrev’s head snaps back with each blow. Spittle and blood flying to the canvas and her pretty face slowly bruising. In between the grimaces of pain is a look of nonbelief bordering on fear from Nina, who can’t believe Briana even has the will to continue after the battering she has given her for most of this fight.

Nina has no choice but to protect her face, and that is when Briana drives in the fists low, rocking flat stomach. Nina gurgles and looks sickly after a minute of relentless ab-hunting from Briana, but the determined ABC rookie refuses to let up.

Nina’s lovely tummy takes an absolute peppering, her abs quivering under extreme stress. A couple jabs knock the side of Briana’s head, but Evigan is on a mission, and Nina seems powerless to stop her all of a sudden.

The round finally comes to an end, and Nina could not be more thankful for the bell. She is panting, hugging bruised, swollen tummy with one hand as she uses the ropes to pull herself along to her corner with the other.

Briana has no taunting to do, visibly tired, huffing as well and rubbing at midriff and ribs as she finds her safe corner.

Round 7:
Both women are fighting tooth and nail early in the seventh to try and take the upper hand again, but defence has become important, and both women are smart and talented enough to protect those sore midriffs with block after block.

Briana gets a hook around to Nina’s ribs and with a wince, she goes desperation, seeking Briana’s left jug, and with a wobble and a wince from Briana, she is forced to back up and reset.

The two circle each other, looking for an opening, but cautiously. Briana moves first, with a sidestep and a hook to ribs, that has Nina wincing, but responding with a snap to Bri’s chin and a follow-up to those bruised and softened abs. But, Briana rips a fist hard into Nina’s flat stomach that almost tears straight through her. With a scream, Nina’s knees are buckling and her arms only search for her own abs now.

Nina is wobbling and Briana bends into a wicked uppercut that smashes into the centre of her face and lands Dobrev flat on her back.

Briana stumbles against the ropes, holding belly, huffing and puffing and watching intently as Nina just lies there. Dobrev’s pretty eyes are closed, her mottled stomach slowly rising. And there is no chance of the ten count being too slow for Briana’s liking. Dobrev is out.

Post-fight:
Briana looks almost as much relieved as she does happy. But she is clearly proud as she hugs Sophia Bush and Alyssa Milano in her corner. Nina meanwhile is groggily trying to pull herself up, and before her corner can get involved to help, Briana saunters over and offers her a hand.

Nina takes it, but as she is halfway up, Briana pulls her face in close to her body, Nina’s face rubbing tightly against Bri’s bruised abs. “Who’s full of jelly now, Neens?” Briana asks smugly as she rubs her leg firmly against Nina’s tummy, getting a pained moan from her.

Bri holds her there and grabs a handful of Nina’s beautiful dark hair to slowly roll her face up and down Bri’s midriff. “Seems the people were right. Don’t ever forget which of us is fitter.”

Nina can only moan in pain and embarrassment as Briana continues to rub in her victory. Nina’s corner are starting to storm into the ring, and with a final “told you so,” from Bri, she gives a solid knee to Nina’s softened tummy and drops her on her stomach, before hopping over to her corner to leave safely and celebrate the official proof of her superior fitness.

Winner: Briana Evigan by KO7!