Julie O'Reilly - The Spunky Irish (debut!) vs Julia Night

Julie's words only caused her face more pain. Indeed it seemed like she was digging her own grave, and Julie was realising it. The two punches were enough to make the Irish really close to being knocked out. She knew her end had come, and was just about to submit before Julia started talking again.

"Hero..." Hearing that word sparked something inside Julie. If she gave up now, she would just be a sorry loser. But if she bravely kept on going, she would have a chance to be a hero. A hero who bravely fought until the end, no matter how bad the situation...

"You.... You'll never be a hero!" Julie replied Julia with her last strength, being on the verge of a knockout.

This chick had to be insane right? After all that she had thrown at her she had the nerve, the complete and idiotic nerve to keep trash talking her! Julia was livid and sent another punch in Julie's beaten belly and kept it there to drive the air out of her lungs. Then raised her other arm up for one last shot.

"There's a huge line between a hero and an idiot. And you Julie, you just veered far right into idiot territory. Goodnight." She said as she sent a hard right towards Julies face looking to send her out with one last good punch.

Julie's heroic aspirations cost her another punch in the belly. And this time Julia was making sure her lungs would suffer as well. The pain was extreme, but not much more than what Julie had already experienced so far.

Had Julie had the possibility to think about it, this time Julia's words could have made sense to her. She couldn't have told whether she looked like a hero or an idiot. But thinking about that was luckily not a possibility, and Julie could still believe in herself as a hero as Julia punched her for the final time, knocking the Spunky Irish out for good.

Leaving nothing unfinished she sent one last good punch into Julies face, sending her straight out with one good punch while she sat on top of her. Moving up so that she was sitting on her chest she pointed at the ref. "Start counting." She demanded and the ref complied moving down and starting the three count, though there were a few protests no one though encouraging her would save Julie at this point as the ref made the three count.

"The winner of the match, taking 2 falls to 0 Julia Knight!" the announcer said as the crowd booed but Julia stood Up and took of the gloves, throwing them down on Julie before having her hand raised. She wasn't out to please people anymore and if nothing else, this match made that clear.

Julie's debut had ended up being a thorough slaughter. Sure, she had gotten her moments in the first round, but her inexperience had caused her to quickly fall victim to Julia's aggressiveness. And the crowds had ended up seeing a thorough squash of a helpless rookie. The Irish had fought her best, but that hadn't been nearly enough tonight.

Luckily, Julie was out cold and couldn't sense the embarrassement of the situation. The ref girl had realised her situation, and while she was declaring Julia the winner of the match, officials with a stretcher arrived by the ring. And if Julia was leaving the ring as a cocky and confident winner, Julie was being carried away as the knocked out loser. The boxing gloves were lying on the stretcher next to Julie's sore body, and she would be sure to keep them as a reminder of lessons to be learnt from her debut.

Winner: Julia Night!