Josephine:
(24, 5’11, 4:0 BBU, Girls Friday)
Mathilde:
(24, 5’11, 4:1 BBU, SIRENs)

Results: Vassago, Story: Caspian

BEFORE:
Challenge issued and challenge freakin’ accepted, according to rising Girls Friday star Josephine Skriver, whose string of recent successes certainly nothing to be scoffed at.
“Everyone knows me - I’m a freakin’ Victoria’s Secret Angel! But who the f*ck is this Gohler wannabe? NOBODY. That's what. And she dares to challenge ME?” Skriver getting heated at the conference table.
Tonight she’s dressed in red-lace bra and panties, her toned body scintillating as she jockeys about in her seat.
On the other side, Mathilde not to be outdone, smiling cockily into the cameras as Josephine delivers her scathing review of her, before confidently replying: “Josie’s a coward. There, I said it. You’ve never tasted a loss in the ring because of your choice of opponents. Elena Santarelli? Peta Todd?? C’mon…”
Skriver growing redder and redder with each word as Gohler ignores and continues. “THAT’S why I chose her as my opponent - because she’s WEAK and easy spoils…”
Shriver having heard enough of this nonsense, with a shriek lunging out of her chair and flying at Mathilde claws out, tackling her off her seat in rage.
“I’LL SHOW YOU WHO’S F*CKING EASY, B*TCH!!”
Girls squealing as they dig fingernails deep into hair and PULL, Mathilde trying to buck the blonde off her stomach as Josephine enjoys the top spot by sending slap after slap into her exposed cheek.
Finally though she’s pulled off her throne by ring officials from behind, much to the dismay of the crowd, who were anticipating more action.
Unfortunately, no one considered restraining Gohler, who quickly springs up to her knees and lunges forward, plugging knuckles into Skriver’s tummy and then resuming tugging on her hair with both hands. Josephine lets out a sharp GASP but then screams back, both her arms barely held back by the strength of two men.
Thankfully, Mathilde receives similar treatment and both girls are pulled apart and subsequently herded to the ring to begin this match proper.
Later, both of them pacing anxiously in corners, still staring daggers at one another.
Josephine making final touches by tying up hair in bundled red ponytail, donning red gloves to boot. Mathilde stretching in corner, body hugged by white silky bra and panties, then putting on green gloves. Referee rings the bell and here we go!

ROUND 1:
Both girls power on ahead and head straight for each other… eager to draw first blood - Josephine already cranking back a beast of a right hand but her shot goes off wide when Mathilde beats her to the punch (quite literally) with a SLAP of leather into the cheek.
Mathilde not so lucky however with that counter punch that follows, left hook from Skriver hitting the mark a second later and pushing her head to the side.
The girls go at this for a good two minutes, each trying to knock the other’s heads off but from afar, it looks like wild flailing of arms, like two cats scratching and squealing at each other - neither girl showing any precision and just concerned with getting their hands on each other.
Round ends and they’re still glaring intensely into each other’s eyes, refusing to turn their backs on the other in case of another ambush.
Both breathing heavily now, already winded, but they need to act more like boxers in a ring than two animals in a pit.
ROUND 2:
Both fighters hesitate just out of arm’s reach for a second, considering their options, before saying ‘Screw it!’ and lunging back into the fray at each other.
Josephine flying forward with a big right hand that slams into the guard, but follows up immediately with chugging low blows, pummeling the tummy in and out, over and over hnnngh HGGHH.
Mathilde gasping for air as the fists slam into her body, but she fires back with a low hook swung into the lower belly as well, fist burying into Josephine’s body and choking her air supply.
Skriver chooses to retreat and get out of range, leaving a panting Gohler wondering if she should give chase, but decides against it.
Girls circle for a good twenty seconds, long jabs flung at heads but mostly missing.
Mathilde using her better footwork and remaining strength to dance around Josie, flicking more frequent jabs that start landing on her cheek, giving her the lead just based on pure percentage of shots landed.
Skriver grunting as the barrage harasses her relentlessly about the ring, her own counter-hooks ineffective as Mathilde always a step or two out of range.
Round ends with Mathilde showing off some great technical skill here, beating Skriver at her own long range game.
ROUND 3:
Mathilde senses that whatever she’s doing seems to be bloody well working, crowds Josephine about early in the round and stays on top of her with never ending punches.
Not sure where Josephine’s fire went to, but she’s preoccupied fending off the jabs, mostly unsuccessfully, and as a result eats a fair share of blows to the body. Middle mark and Josie finally realises she needs to do more, and with a high-pitched shriek she comes barreling towards Mathilde a’swinging.
A left-right sting her tummy but Gohler shocked in turn when Skriver responds with a right uppercut that rams up into her sternum, folding her in over in half. URKK! Before Gohler gets upright another one-two punches land on both sides of her chest, adding fuel to fire. Mathilde’s fist grazes the chin in desperate bid for defense, giving her time to surge forward to clinch.
Now Josephine running on adrenaline, arms flailing but unable to find damaging spots with her hands and legs tied up. Before she knows it, her back hits the ropes and feeling of air being forced out of her lungs again when Gohler collects payment down below. Strawberry blonde gurgling as fist after fist PACK into her belly and chest, Mathilde mercilessly assault with both hands and pushing her butt into ropes. After a sixth such body blow and a deep HNNNGGGHG from Josephine’s lips, Gohler simply smiles and steps back, letting the poor girl fall down to her knees, both arms cradling her midsection!
3...4… Josephine in agony, chin still resting on canvas, her body tilted forward as though unwilling to unveil it ever again. 5...6… Mathilde strutting to corner, her own chest pulsing in and out as she anticipates a victory here tonight regardless of whether her fellow Dane recovers. 7...8… Skriver pulls herself up with the help of the ropes. She knows she just needs to beat the count and then the round is over and she can fight another day. Finally, she gets back up on shaky feet at the count of 9!!
ROUND 4:
Josephine still wobbly when the bell rings, but she gamely soldiers forward. Brave gal! Mathilde not as sympathetic, however, here she comes, giving no quarter! Wait a minute though: jab-jab-jab taken on Skriver’s still-intact guard, then a powerful right hook misses her nose as she leans back to avoid.
She’s very much still in contention here, folks! Mathilde grunting with frustration as she’s unable to deliver that knockout combo, try as she might with those big hooks thrown up high.
It’s only when her fists venture south does Gohler get any purchase whatsoever, swiping at Josephine’s undercarriage as the blonde’s still catching her breath from that last round.
What Gohler doesn’t expect though is her slow, steady advance, now flicking jab after jab into Mathilde’s chin and scoring away with points.
The Siren finding herself being beaten backwards as the pain starts stinging her lips and rising up her nostrils.
Bell rings and it’s Josephine’s round, that’s for sure, but anyone’s guess how big a margin she took it for. Mathilde throwing away her chances her and she knows it, frustratedly banging fist on the top rope as she stomps back to corner.
ROUND 5:
Once again, the similarities between both models couldn’t be more pronounced - both the same height, weight and nationality.
Only difference might be the colour of their locks at first glance, but on closer inspection, one notices slight differences in the way they pick their opponents apart. Josephine now back to her normal self, throwing long jabs from afar and hoping to score, whereas Mathilde the type of gal who’s trying to bob and weave around and move forward, intending to punish her rival up close. Neither girl really gaining an advantage in the first two minutes, frustration building in both their minds, which makes the last minute or so all the more reckless.
It starts with Mathilde trying to encircle Josephine and get close enough to clinch, but she undoubtedly eats more than a fair share of blows to her face, parts of which are beginning to swell quite badly, especially under the right eye. Still, Gohler manages to close ranks, slipping under a right cross from Skriver and BURYING a right hand into her battered body.
Josephine’s abs pounded red by this point - she can’t keep this up very much longer.
Indeed, her body would have wilted back down to the canvas at that point if it weren’t for Gohler continuing to prop her up with elbows, express desire to PUNISH her body some more hup hup hup hup, belly blows delivered in quick succession as Skriver sobs into her shoulder.
Last few seconds and both girls still want to steal the round from under the other - Skriver managing to wrestle Mathilde for control along the ropes, getting her arms in between their bodies and sending short SNAP uppercuts into her chin.
Mathilde stunned, cursing herself for getting careless - her limbs flail as she tries to defend, but legs get tripped down below and DOWN SHE GOES in a heap!
Josephine herself dazed and blinking as she leans back against the ropes, almost tripping over Mathilde’s fallen form herself as the referee begins the 10-count.
3...4… Gohler shaking her head in both disbelief and pain, rubbing her jaw with the back of her fist. She got played at her own game in another misstep for the Siren.
5...6… Josephine finding enough heart to resume the verbal insults from above, screaming, “STAY DOWN, B*TCH!!” as the referee herds her away
to corner.
7...8… Gohler taking the ropes and pulling the rest of her body back up. She makes it up but is still dizzy and hanging on to life support.
Skriver with a comeback knockdown right there, cementing her position in this contest as she takes the lead.
ROUND 6:
Crowds egging both girls now into a free-for-all, and they seem to oblige, staggering forward wearily at first but then lunging at each other once they get in close, reminiscent of their opening round’s wild catfight.
They seem to abandon all inhibitions of strategy, jamming gloves into each other’s faces and then looping them around back of the head, to target the body and chest with other free hand. Gruff exclamations of pain and agony as shots exchanged into the belly and breasts, both girls keeping the other in close range in order to punish, but getting punished in turn... Still, one girl has to prevail... and it looks like Mathilde getting the upper hand at first, her body been through less in this match and having brutalised Skriver's more.
The blonde now getting folded over repeatedly from dull PUH PUH PUH PUH of leather-pounding flesh, as Gohler wails away with gloves crammed into the curve of her belly. Skriver trying to surface for air, arms wrapped around the back of Gohler's neck and hanging on for dear life. Mathilde smirks in her shocked face, plants a little kiss on her nose, hissing, "Give up... or I'm gonna break your body in half!"
But Skriver defiant, huffing hot air back, the feeling of lips on her skin igniting a fire inside her.
With a roar she pushes forward, arms dipped low and elbows digging into Mathilde's chest.
Look of surprise on Gohler's face as she can't stop the advance despite more repeated blows into her belly.
Now pinned on the ropes, Mathilde's chin getting chopped roughly from side to side by an enraged Skriver, who refuses to give up and continues to pummel her face above the eye until a cut finally opens up and a streak of red flows down Mathilde’s cheek.
Good god these girls are really brutalising each other! Skriver ready to deliver knockout blow to send Gohler down for the count, but she’s not quite ready to go down yet either - Gohler still alive, almost blind from the swelling below one eye, as she instinctively wraps an arm around back of Josephine's head, pulls her in close and BURIES fist after fist into her stomach.
Josephine mouth open as she can't take the abuse any more, mouth-guard shooting out from between her teeth, also covered with blood from internal injuries sustained by this point.
Miraculously, Skriver STILL managing to cling on to Gohler’s shoulders, just in time for the bell to ring... AND THE GIRLS ARE STILL GOING AT IT, trading uppercuts into the body and swiping at aching abs until the referee has to force them apart!
Good lord, what a bloody round! Both girls barely standing - indeed Josephine is first to slide back down her knees, arms still wrapped around Mathilde's waist and thighs for support, but the Siren is in no better shape, leaning back into the ropes, both arms draped on either side.
Her face is a bloody mess at this point, and the referee suddenly waves to the ring officials, signalling for the end of the match! What the--?? Referee is saying she can't continue on like this with her cut eye in that bad of a condition! It's OVER, ladies and gentlemen, in anti-climatic and controversial fashion!!

Official Decision: Josephine Skriver defeats Mathilde Gohler via TKO6!

AFTER:
Loud ROAR of discontent as the crowd and both girls eager to take this fight into overtime.
SIRENs’ Head Trainer Henry Carvill already arguing with the referee over the premature stoppage, claiming Skriver just got lucky and CLEARLY lost that round.
But referee shaking his head in refusal to reverse the call, citing Mathilde’s safety at stake, and Josephine’s confused face lights up with broad smile in her corner once her hand is raised as the official winner.
Mathilde still hasn't realised what just hit her either - cut-men still busy stopping the bleeding in her corner when the announcement over the PA system makes it official.
Still, she's too spent to move from her stool, dejected look as realisation dawns and she slumps back down in corner.
Skriver already making her way over, stumbling forward but mean intent on her face. It's a testament to how badly bruised Mathilde's eye is at this point that Skriver doesn’t register in her peripheral vision until it’s too late.
By this time Skriver already bent over and fingers digging into her hair. Gohler thrashes about in her firm grip, but unable to break free and is reluctantly pulled up to her feet. Skriver proceeds to send SLAP after SLAP into her face and then knuckles up into her belly to subdue her once and for all, before hissing into her face: "I beat you, b*tch! Now do me a favour and KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT from now on!!"
Mathilde groaning as another backhand echoes off her cheek, before she's released by Skriver and collapses down at her feet in a heap.
Skriver posing for the cameras, one foot on Gohler's chest and two arms flexing in the air, cementing her victory here tonight if there was any doubt who was the better Danish model.
Another big win for the Girls Friday model, who continues her win-streak, leaving all competitors eating her dust. Still, one can’t deny that this was one of her more brutal encounters in the ring, and something tells me this won't be the last time these two vixens face off.