AHW: Settled in Private (feat. Alexis Ren vs Eden Cohen)

Alexis:
(24, 5'8, VIXENs)

Eden:
(24, 5'10, Free Agent)

Alexis groans as she’s folded over by another fist. Fuuuuck, this b*tch was a psycho. Another bare fist tucks into her belly, making the blonde’s eyes bulge and lips sputter, her body set on fire by the repeated abuse over the last half hour or so in the lonely confines of the VIX backstage locker room.

“Had enough?” a sultry voice whispered into Ren’s ear, in an exotic accent the Vixen had begun to detest these recent months.

“FUCCCCK YOU BII-UUAAGHHHH!” Ren sputtered, before another fist was shoved hard into her upper belly.

Ren grunted as the rest of her body trembled, and began to shut down in the brunette’s arms. “f*cking BIIITCH!!” she shouted, spitting out saliva and hot air.

“I’ll take that as a ‘No’,” Eden Cohen laughed, tugging Ren’s head back by her hair, before slapping her across her pale face.

The two women had clashed once before, back when Eden had featured on one of VIX’s scouting missions. Back then, Alexis had been the first one to throw a slap to Eden’s face, right after Cohen had made moves on her man, Steve Boyd. Unfortunately, the impromptu catfight in the middle of the gym was broken up as quickly as it had started, leaving both girls feeling that there was unfinished business and bad blood between them, which had led to tonight.

Ren had been taking a hot shower after a regular workout at the VIX gym. The Vixen was riding high off another win over Elizabeth Gillies, with a straight path to the top of the division laid out for her for the rest of 2021. What she hadn’t expected was a wannabe Lightweight rookie by the name of Eden Cohen crashing her party. It didn’t help that Steve couldn’t stop gushing over the VIXENs’ most recent prospect, showing her around the headquarters as though she was already part of the family.

F*ck that sh*t, Ren thought to herself as hot water pooled down her long blonde hair and toned body. Cohen was in for a rude awakening if she thought she could upset the balance of the locker room. The two ladies had continued to cross paths on and off ever since that first flash encounter, giving each other the stink eye as they passed in the hallway, gym and other public places - both girls could feel deep down that a clash was inevitable, but if it happened, it had to be settled in private to prevent any intervention.

That private affair was arranged through intermediaries: they would meet late at night in the VIX locker room once everyone had left for the day. It would be a no-holds barred catfight till one woman was either knocked out or begged for mercy. Of course, their dear Steve Boyd soon caught wind of the arrangement, but no amount of persuading could change either girls’ minds, such that the Head Trainer eventually agreed to referee the so-called ‘match’ just in case either woman crossed the line and got the other girl permanently hurt.

After the light workout and shower, Ren pulled on a pair of white bra and cotton panties, her tanned skin still gleaming as she tied her hair up into a tight ponytail. The locker room itself was your standard battleground - one that Alexis had familiarised herself with over the years - with metal lockers lined in neat rows down the middle, wooden benches by the sides for pulling up torn stockings and at the far end, a set of compartmentalised shower stalls dripping wet and slippery.

There was the sound of a door whining open and shut, and immediately, Ren looked up to see Cohen striding into the room, with Steve by her side. She knew nothing was going on between them, but a part of her immediately flared up at the sight of the two entering the room together, which made her mind run wild and her blood boil.

“And where the f*ck have you two been?” Ren growled, clenching her fists.

Eden only smirked back. The Israeli model was already dressed for battle: a thin layer of black-laced fabric covering her proud chest and the lower half of her hips, as she stretched seductively from a comfortable distance and draped an arm over Steve’s shoulders. Her tanned skin was gleaming with sweat as though she too had just come from an intense (and intimate) one-on-one warm-up session with Steve at the gym.

“Calm down, Alex,” Steve began. “I was just telling Eden to be careful before your fight. And that goes for you too. I don’t want either of you getting hurt.”

Eden, however, smirked at the very suggestion. “You don’t have to worry about me tonight, babe. It’s this blonde b*tch who’s gonna get hurt bad.”

“Oh, yeah? I think you’re way over your head, honey,” Ren spit back. “Look around you. This is where I’ve broken other girls like Alyssa Lynch and Georgia Gibbs - oh yes, Steve. You don’t know what goes on in the locker room after working hours, do you?”

Steve, already looking slightly uncomfortable, gulped and reiterated his point: “I mean it. I’m here to make sure neither of you end up murdering each other. At the end of the day, you’re both under my care.”

“That’s so sweet of you,” Eden cooed, wading too close to the Head Trainer and cupping his chin with her hand. “You’ve been nothing but an angel to me ever since we met.” Eden said, before turning Steve’s face and planting a long smooch on his lips.

“Get your filthy hands off him!” Ren roared, her body bracing forward, about to charge. It took every bit of energy to stop herself from flying into a rage there and then, as Steve broke the embrace on his own, his face looking slightly red, before walking over to Ren with both hands up in the air. Ren was still glaring at Cohen past his back as he cupped her face with both his hands.

“Good luck to you too, kiddo. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Ren’s heart melted when it was her turn to receive a kiss for good luck, the smooch on the lips lasting a microsecond longer than the one he gave Eden, meaning it was the brunette’s turn to instantly bristle and roll her eyes from the other end of the room.

Steve cleared the way between them, moving to one side of the room as he continued to eye his girls with concern. And that was it - the stage was set, blonde and brunette left snarling at each other as they crouched low, their claws outstretched and circling in the small, enclosed space between the rows of metal lockers. Only one woman was going to walk out of here tonight!

***
FLASH: Eden used her body to prop up Ren’s against the shower tiles, drawing her fist back to slug her one more time into her stomach.

But Ren being Ren, resorts to rocking her forehead forward as hard as possible, connecting with Eden’s head with a resounding CRACK. Immediately, Eden lets out a yelp, stumbling backwards as she clutches her head in pain. Ren grits her teeth, steadying herself before lunging forward, falling back on her boxing training as she smashes a right hand clean into Cohen’s chin, sending her stumbling back with a grunt.

More jabs are sunk into her chest and body with malice, bunching together Cohen’s black fabric and eliciting sharp squeals, as she tries to throw up her arms to defend herself.

But Ren’s the more experienced of the two at this stage of their careers, slowing pushing Cohen backwards with more straight combos slammed into her tummy and breasts. It’s payback time as Eden’s hits the far locker, her lips letting out low grunts hnngh hhhnh HGNNUUGHH as Ren pounds away on her tummy, bare knuckles tenderising those abs as the blonde spits out insults into her face:

“YOU LIKE THAT, HUH, YOU f*cking ROOKIE!? YOU THINK YOU CAN COME INTO MY HOUSE AND TAKE ME DOWN??”

Eden folded over by an uppercut sunk into her belly button, before her breasts are rocked to the side as Alexis switches her targets with a dull hook. But just as suddenly, Cohen surges forward, wrapped her arms around Ren’s neck as the two women grapple and tug on hair, taking turns to slam each other into the metal locker with a loud CLANG of metal-on-skin action, folding the other girl over mutual grunts or hair roughly tugged to the side. Ren of course doesn’t want to be trapped in the same situation as before, resorts to using one of her elbows to knock into Cohen’s jaw, which stuns her briefly in place.

Quickly, Ren buries both hands into disheveled brown hair before rocking the model’s head hard into the steel wall with a hard thump! Eden’s body sags into her arms, her lips parted as her own prying hands are swatted away. Ren hissing into her face, sensing the tide turning. Another fist folds Eden over into her arms with a HNNGGGH before the blonde roughly lunges at Eden’s bra straps.

Cohen lets out a groan as she slides down the metal locker, her black bra top slowly getting ripped off her chest completely, leaving her magnificent breasts to pop out from the cover of the thin fabric, with Ren enjoying the sensation of the rookie’s stunned lips sliding briefly down her own.

“You’ve got some balls, I’ll give you that, b*tch!” Ren hisses, before plugging another fist into Cohen’s exposed left tit. “But this little welcome party has ended!”

Cohen shakes her head, halfway trapped between the blonde’s pulsing body, the cold steel to her back, as she continues clawing at Ren’s shoulders and hair. A hard slap across her face turns the brunette off to the side, Ren finally allowing Eden to pool at her knees.

“Who’s the better woman, b*tch?!” Ren hisses down, still roughly thrashing Cohen about by her hair.

Eden tries reaching for the flimsy rim of Ren’s own cotton briefs, looking for some leverage, but her hands are quickly swatted away as Ren drills a knee up into her face.

“This is what you wanted, right?!?”

Eden groans, her head spinning as she feels her nose explode and a hot liquid flow down her lips. The b*tch of a blonde was winning this fight, and if she didn’t do something soon…

A punch sent upwards drew a grunt from Ren’s lips as Eden slugged her to her body, before another carefully aimed punch made Ren scream out loud. Eden smirks as her shot landed square on the blonde’s white cotton briefs, bunching up the fabric as Ren’s crotch explodes in pain. Ren’s entire body tenses up, her legs squashed together as Eden delivers yet another low blow to her nether region, with the Israeli model relishing the look of anguish on her rival’s face.

“How does that feel, b*tch?” Eden smirks upwards, still breathing hard into Alexis’ tummy as Ren has to stumble forward and hold onto her head for support. “Time for some payback…” Eden hissed, using Ren’s paralysed form to reach up and around her butt cheeks. Her fingers gripped firmly around her desired targets, Eden PULLS with malice, stretching Ren’s white cotton panties down her waist and legs, leaving hot-streaked fingernail-marks down her thighs as a further insult.

Ren is still too stunned to protest, only hissing protests by pulling on Eden’s hair, trying to force her onto her back. Cohen back in control, however, quickly scrambling up to her knees for balance, holding Ren steady before burying another fist into her midsection. Ren lets out a GRRHNNNHHH as she’s folded down onto her knees, both hands still holding onto Eden’s shoulders and hair for support. Eden shows her malice as she continues ramming her fist inwards, purposefully landing blows into Ren’s lower belly and a little too close to her exposed crotch.

Ren left shuddering in Cohen’s arms, her lips parted and sucking air on her shoulder, as Eden snakes her legs over her thighs and wraps them around her waistline, still smirking as Ren’s hot breaths could now be felt upon her exposed breasts. Eden holds the position for a good and long duration, just enough to smirk back in Steve’s direction. “Like what you see, Stevie?” Eden says, before planting a kiss into the top of Ren’s head. “I can do this all night---AAARGGHHH!!”

Before Steve can react, Eden howls in pain as Ren suddenly comes alive, reaching up and digging her own fingernails into Eden’s bare breasts, sinking those sharp talons of hers into bare and supple flesh, as she raked and pinched. “f*cking BITTCCHH!!” Eden spits, trying to hold the thrashing Ren in place, but then groans as the blonde creates enough distance to plug a fist into her belly. Another and another fist lands in succession, Eden getting the stuffing pounded out of her as she tries desperately to protect her chest, especially after Ren’s balled fists begin to pancake her breasts.

“GEOFFME, b*tch!!” Ren shouting mid-breath, finally throwing Eden off her lap, then slowly climbing back up to her feet with her hands still buried in Cohen’s locks.

Eden throwing wild fists as she’s pulled upwards as well, but a rough elbow to the jawline stuns her as Ren keeps her close, snarling into her face as she sends Cohen SWISHING off her feet by only the ends of her hair - Eden lets out a shriek of surprise as she gets hair-whipped across the room, landing on her bare breasts a couple of feet away with a hard PLOP! and groan.

Cohen barely lifting her head as Ren’s already stalking over to her, picking her off the ground near the wet shower stalls. Cohen groans as her back is shoved into the narrow confines of one of the stalls, a knee buried into her midsection to bend her over into Ren’s arms with a HGGHHNGHH. It’s Ren’s turn to gloat, keeping Cohen pinned to the shower tiles as she pulls her head back, turns her shocked expression to face Steve Boyd, who’s still observing the events in silence from a dark corner of the room.

“Look at your prized find now,” Ren says, before planting her lips into Eden’s cheek and hissing. “You’re gonna regret ever messin’ with me!”

Ren shoves a forearm into Eden’s throat, making the brunette sputter from the chokehold. For the next minute, Ren uses Cohen’s body as her own personal punching bag, slamming fist after fist into her body whilst keeping her pinned to the wall. Eden grunting as the air is driven out of her lungs, her abs beaten on as the blonde buries her fists into the left and right of her belly button, with a third uppercut drilled into her upper abdomen to send the lanky model shivering into Ren’s arms.

Ren’s still smirking with malice into Eden’s stunned face, sensing the end of this fight coming soon. A further hnnnngggghhhh is elicited from her lips as Ren grinds her balled fist into the center of her bruised tummy, keeping her propped up with one hand, the other drawing further gasps of hot air from Eden’s lips as she squeezes her cheeks together.

But as Ren reaches down in turn for Eden’s black panties - the last shreds of her dignity - unnaturally stretching the fabric and tugging the brunette’s bruised body towards her, Eden finds herself suddenly coming alive, desperate to prevent herself from being fully humiliated in this unlucky encounter. A hard SLAP to Ren’s face momentarily stuns the blonde, but Alexis retaliates almost immediately, returning with a WHAPP of her own across Eden’s cheek. The two ladies continue back-handing each other across the lips, drawing mutual grunts and squeals of pain.

Ren, however, is still too preoccupied with removing Eden’s panties, takes a hard whack across her chin, which dazes her backwards with a shout. Cohen snarls, lunging forward with her remaining strength, turning Ren around and quickly shoving her back into the wall with a grunt. Cohen flies into an unbridled RAGE, growling as she plants her fists all over the blonde’s body, specifically targeting Ren’s bra top, her fists rocking into Ren’s breasts left and right, sending them flying up into the air or bunched into the thin white fabric.

Ren can only groan as she tries to cover up, but the occasional haymaker sent in between the blonde’s eyes further stuns in her place for more punishment. Soon enough, Alexis lets out a low whimper as Eden lunges her fingernails straight for her weakened bra straps, before ripping them clean off her shoulders and chest! Eden with a sly smirk as she successfully disrobes her rival completely, Ren left naked and shaking as she slides down the shower stall she had just been soaking in moments ago.

“Ready to give up, Alexis?” Eden spits down at her from above, standing tall and wringing the remnants of her white bra in one hand.

Ren too battered to reply, utters a groan as it’s her turn to get pulled up by her hair. The alpha blonde tries fighting back best she can, wrapping her fingers around Eden’s black briefs as a last-ditch effort to win this fight, but a knee driven up into her tummy silences her in a flash. Eden, not taking any chances this time, uses what remains of her stamina to tuck fists into Ren’s bleating belly, secretly enjoying the feeling of Ren’s struggling lips sliding up and down the curves of her breasts.

“You’re FINISHED, Ren!” Eden hisses into her disheveled face whilst eyeing Steve out of the corner of her eye, as she leans in close. “Now to give Stevie what he really wants, and what you can never give him.”

Eden forces her lips over and into Ren’s, drawing a sharp gasp from the broken blonde as the last of her air supply is cut off. Ren’s body pulsing and thrashing whilst pinned to the wall, but it’s no use, her throat gripped firmly in Eden’s clutches whilst her rival shoves her tongue into the depths of her mouth: one last act of domination before she allows the defeated blonde to collapse down to the floor, Ren left utterly KO-ed and sputtering at Eden’s feet.

“That’s enough, Eden,” Steve’s voice cut in suddenly.

Eden turned to the side to see the Head Trainer standing a few feet away, looking at her sternly. “As you wish, babe,” she said with a smirk.

The brunette sauntered over before wrapping her arms around his neck, looking at Steve seductively. “Can’t wait to spend the night with the victor, eh?” But as she leaned in to plant her lips over his, Eden suddenly pulled back from the kiss, staring at him confused.

Boyd set her with the same stern expression as before. “You got your win. There’ll be a contract on your desk sometime tomorrow. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

With that, the Head Trainer pulled away from Eden’s embrace, and immediately strode over to the curled up Alexis Ren, still whimpering and burying her head in her hands.

“Shhh,” Boyd says, scooping Ren up in his arms. With Eden still staring at him in disbelief, stumbling back and wincing from the pain wracking her own body, Steve carried his prized fighter out of the dank locker room and down the corridor.