Game. Set. Abs. Genie Bouchard stepped onto the court in a crop top so snug it could’ve doubled as a second skin—and suddenly, tennis turned into a spectator sport for all the wrong reasons.
Her serve was sharp, her footwork flawless, but the real star of the show? That midriff. Gleaming, toned, and serving main-character energy from start to finish. Even the umpire may have missed a line call—possibly due to ab-induced distraction.
The crop top didn’t just complement her strokes; it commanded attention. Fans watching from home suddenly leaned a little closer. Those in the stands? Let’s just say binocular sales went up.
Critics muttered about “appropriate attire,” but Genie just hit another forehand and smiled. She’s not breaking dress codes—she’s rewriting them.
