The Brawler (0-1) Vendetta (3-2)

Harmony came in ranked ninth, all fire and bite. She hated to lose, hated fingers inside her even more, and she fought like the mat owed her blood. Vendetta, sitting at fifth, came in quiet and left her wrecked. She worked those legs like weapons, pinning, twisting, owning space until Harmony had nowhere left to run. In the fourth round Harmony got caught flat. Vendetta’s hand slid in deep, worked her open, then drove her hips down hard. Harmony kicked and cursed but took every inch. Vendetta didn’t ease off until the final bell, and Harmony left the mat spent and shaking.