Tiera Skovbye vs Gemma Atkinson

August 2023 PPV: Tiera Skovbye vs Gemma Atkinson







(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)


Tiera Skovbye:

(27, 5’10”, 132lbs, 2:1 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)


Gemma Atkinson:

(38, 5’9”, 134lbs, 19:41 FCBA, Beever’s Babes)


BEFORE:


Before the boxing match even began, Tiera Skovbye and Gemma Atkinson were set on making it an unforgettable night. The air was thick with tension, their words punctuating the silence like sharp jabs. Tiera, dressed in a heather green bikini bra and black leggings, stood tall and imposing. Her strong, taut abs were on display, a testament to her superior strength and determination. She hurled insults at Gemma with a smirk, confident and unrelenting.


"Oh look at you, Atkinson!" Tiera taunted, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "All dolled up and nowhere to run." Her gaze swept over Gemma, taking in her off-white bikini and the nervous energy she couldn't quite hide. "Are you sure you're in the right place? This isn't a fashion show."


Cockiness radiated from Tiera as she continued to pummel Gemma with verbal blows, each insult more biting than the last. "Come on, Atkinson. This isn't your average rom-com stint or a glamour shoot. It's the real deal," she jeered with a devilish grin. "It's a shame. All those gym hours and all you've got to show for it is a fear-stricken face."


Her laughter was cold, predatory, echoing around the silent ring. "Did you honestly think those cutesy workout routines could prepare you for this?" she jabbed, flexing her taut, strong abs for dramatic effect. "Maybe when you're done playing pretend, you'd consider getting some real training, Atkinson. Or better, stick to what you're good at - playing the victim, just like now."


Gemma, in response, met her insults with defiance. Though visibly smaller, she held her ground, throwing back her own set of taunts. "Just because you're dressed like a brawler, Skovbye, doesn't mean you can actually fight," she retorted. But the defiance in her voice couldn't quite mask the fear that lurked beneath.


Gemma clenched her fists, her knuckles white with the effort. "You know, Tiera," she spat, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. "You're just as pathetic as I thought you'd be. Your only strength comes from that big mouth of yours." Her eyes darted down to Tiera's abs, meeting the Canadian's smug gaze with a defiant one of her own. "And those rock-hard abs of yours? They're just for show. We both know you've never been in a real fight in your life."


She laughed then, a bitter, hollow sound that echoed Tiera's own cruel laughter. "So go on, Skovbye. Keep pretending you're some sort of boxing queen." She stepped back, a sneer curling her lips. "But don't forget, this isn't some scripted drama where you get to play the hero. This is real life, and in real life, you're nothing more than a pretender."


"Oh, and Skovbye," Gemma continued, her voice sharp as she stared down her opponent, "you might want to consider a new trainer. Because whatever they're feeding you about being invincible is a joke. You're as solid as a house of cards." Her eyes flicked to Tiera's abs, then back up to her face. "And those abs of yours? They're going to crumble just like your ego after this match."


Gemma squared her shoulders, her gaze never wavering from Tiera's. "And another thing," she spat, her voice filled with venom. "Your strength? It’s as shallow as your acting skills. You might be able to flex your muscles and strut around the ring, but we both know you’re not as tough as you make yourself out to be. You're all show, no substance, Skovbye."


She sneered, her eyes glinting with defiance. "I've seen paper tigers with more grit than you. Your punches may be strong, but they lack precision. And your footwork? It's sloppy at best." Gemma gave a derisive snort, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "But go ahead, keep thinking you're the champion. The real fight hasn't even started yet, Skovbye."


With a final, scathing glare, Gemma retreated to her corner, leaving Tiera to ponder her harsh words. The ring echoed with the chilling silence of their impending clash, the spectators holding their breath


The crowd ate up their banter, the excitement building with each exchanged insult. It was clear to everyone that the boxing match between Tiera Skovbye and Gemma Atkinson was going to be one for the ages. The only question that remained was, who would emerge victorious?

Round 01:


As the bell clanged, signaling the beginning of the fight, Gemma Atkinson, fuelled by determination, targeted Tiera Skovbye's solar plexus and abs, the very symbol of her intimidating strength. Despite being the underdog, Gemma, with grit in her eyes, dug deep into her experience, delivering crushing jabs and gashing uppercuts towards the flawless Canadian beauty.


But Tiera Skovbye, unfazed by Gemma's fervor, flashed a derisive grin. She taunted, "Is that all you've got, Gemma?" before retaliating with a brutal left hook aimed straight at Gemma's taut abs. The crowd gasped, feeling the impact as though hit by a lightning bolt, their eyes wide at the raw strength of the Canadian powerhouse. The blows were like steel hammers falling, and it was clear just how outmatched Gemma was.

Gemma grimaced, absorbing the brutal hit. But she stumbled back into position, her pride lighting a fire in her eyes. "You're strong, Skovbye, but you're not unbreakable!" she shot back, launching herself once again at her formidable opponent. Despite the odds, Gemma Atkinson would not back down.


Gemma, spitting blood and defiance in equal measure, raised her gloved hands, her abs quaking with the strain. "I'll break you, Skovbye, even if it's the last thing I do!" she snarled, her voice echoing in the ring. She swung, aiming for Tiera's rock-hard abs, but the Canadian powerhouse easily sidestepped the attack, her mocking laughter ringing out.


"Keep dreaming, Atkinson!" Tiera retorted, her voice dripping with derision. She flexed her taut abs, a show of her steel-like strength, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of the fight. Unleashing a barrage of punches, each more forceful than the last, she pummeled Gemma's midsection. The force of her blows was like steel pistons driving relentlessly against a crumbling wall.


"Is that all you've got, Gemma?" Tiera sneered, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Your punches feel like feathers against my abs!" As the spectators watched in stunned silence, Gemma's defiance sparked anew. She might have been on the ropes, but she wasn't out... not yet.


With a defiant roar, Gemma launched herself at Tiera, her pride stung by the relentless mockery. She targeted Tiera's abs, the symbol of her seemingly invincible strength, her gloved fists pounding against the taut, steel-like muscles. "Your abs aren't as solid as your ego, Skovbye!" she taunted, her words echoing around the ring, a verbal jab that elicited gasps from the crowd.


Gemma's onslaught seemed to have caught Tiera off guard, the usually unflappable powerhouse stumbling back slightly under the relentless assault. Amidst the flurry of punches, Gemma spat out another taunt, "Your abs might be strong, but they won't save you from my determination, Skovbye!" Her voice echoed with fierce determination, the verbal and physical assault pushing Tiera back, a testament to Gemma's spirit and grit.


Tiera, her taut abs absorbing the blows, retaliated with a fierce look, her punches landing like steel hammers. Yet, in this round, Gemma was relentless, piling on the points as she exploited every opportunity to strike, making Tiera feel the sting of each hit.


Their verbal jabs echoed around the ring, stoking the fires of their rivalry. Taunts whizzed back and forth, as sharp as the punishing punches they traded. Despite Tiera's powerful build, Gemma swept through the round on points, a testament to her strategic onslaught targeting the Canadian's sculptured abs and solar plexus. The round ended with Gemma standing tall, a picture of defiant victory, and Tiera, though bruised, far from broken.


Round 02:


As the bell rang, signaling the start of Round Two, Tiera Skovbye, with a predatory smirk, capitalized on her power advantage, striking first with a vicious right hook. The Canadian powerhouse appeared to be recharged, her punches landing with the force of sledgehammers, each blow driving Gemma back.


Tiera's devastating swings were unrelenting, hammering into Gemma's midsection with a brutality that left the crowd wincing. Each punch was a testament to Tiera’s raw strength, her fists sinking deep into Gemma's abdomen as if they were punches of steel against flesh.


Gemma, though winded, refused to let out a cry of pain. She forced herself to stay upright, each breath drawing fire. "You hit like a girl, Skovbye!" Gemma spat, her tone a mix of defiance and desperation. The crowd roared, rallying behind the underdog.


Tiera simply smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Oh, Gemma," Tiera taunted, her fists solid like iron, "you're mistaken. I hit like a woman!" With that, she unleashed another brutal volley of punches, each one landing like a sledgehammer against Gemma's abs. The force was so great, it sent shockwaves rippling across Gemma's body, the pain crystallizing into a white hot line of agony.


"No more...Tiera…" Gemma gasped, her plea for mercy drowned in the cacophony of the crowd. Her body was screaming for respite, but her spirit was unbroken. And as she staggered, Gemma's resolve ignited afresh. She wouldn't go down without a fight. "I'm not done yet!" she croaked, her voice shaky but determined.


But Tiera merely laughed, a sound that rang out, cold and harsh, amidst the thunderous cheers. "Keep dreaming, Atkinson. This round is mine!" With that, she launched a powerful uppercut towards Gemma's already bruised solar plexus, a blow that threatened to shatter the last vestiges of her resolve.


A collective gasp swept through the spectators as Tiera unleashed a particularly brutal haymaker, the force of the blow visibly rippling through Gemma's body and leaving a large, harsh gash across her face.


"Who's the weak one now, Atkinson?" Tiera taunted, her voice a venomous hiss. Her tone was personal, meant to sting more than her devastating punches. Gemma, reeling under Tiera's onslaught, had no chance to retaliate. The relentless punishment seemed to be draining the fight out of her, but she held on, refusing to yield, even as Tiera's fists continued to rain down on her.


The sneering Tiera loomed over Gemma, her strong abs flexing ominously with each breath. "Ready to crumble, Atkinson?" she taunted, her tone a vicious blend of mockery and arrogance. With a swift movement, she delivered a brutal punch that hammered into Gemma's abs, causing an agony that was agonizingly taut and sharp.


Gemma doubled over, gasping for breath. "Stop Tiera..." she managed to croak, her voice barely audible over the deafening roar of the crowd. But her plea appeared to fall on deaf ears as Tiera merely scoffed, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction.


"Did you just beg me to stop, Gemma?" she sneered, her grin spreading even wider. "I thought you were stronger than that!" Her laughter echoed around the ring, a harsh, jarring sound that seemed to underscore the brutality of her onslaught.


Gemma, her body screaming in pain, bit back a retort. Yet, she wouldn't give Tiera the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I...I'm not done...Tiera..." she panted, her hands clutching her battered abs.


Tiera's laughter only grew louder, her fists clenching and unclenching in anticipation of her next punishing blow. "You're barely standing, Atkinson!" she gloated, her tone as harsh as her punches. "Let's see how much more you can take!"


Tiera, her abs flexing with each powerful swing, was a spectacle of sheer brute force. Her fists were like steel pistons, delivering blow after crushing blow with uncanny precision. The round was utterly dominated by Tiera, her intimidating strength and fierce onslaught leaving Gemma helpless.


As the round ended, Tiera remained standing, her fists clenched and her abs taut, a triumphant smirk on her face. Gemma was on her knees, struggling to rise, the taste of blood and defeat bitter in her mouth. The round was a brutal display of Tiera's power and precision, her performance leaving no doubt about the outcome. Despite Gemma's defiant spirit, Round Two belonged unequivocally to Tiera Skovbye.


Round 03:


As Round Three began, Gemma Atkinson rose from her corner with a new fiery determination in her eyes. She had endured two brutal rounds against Tiera Skovbye, but she was far from done. "Ready for a rematch, Skovbye?" she called out, her voice fierce and unyielding.


Tiera chuckled, her abs flexing in response to Gemma's challenge. "Bring it on," she taunted, her tone as cold as steel. But as the first blows were exchanged, it became clear that Gemma was ready to turn the tables.


Gemma advanced, her eyes focused on Tiera's abs. She landed a brutal punch, her fist sinking into Tiera's taut abs with a satisfying thud. "Feel that, Skovbye?" she grinned, her tone a mix of defiance and triumph. "That's for Round Two."


The crowd, electrified by Gemma's newfound fervor, roared in approval. "So Skovbye, how does it feel to be the one getting punched?" she mocked, her voice ringing out clear and hard, echoing over the din of the crowd. Striking again, she landed a solid punch on Tiera's solar plexus, causing the Canadian powerhouse to buckle slightly. "Does it hurt, Skovbye? Does it burn like fire?" Gemma continued, her words a mix of barbed jabs and bitter mockery, her tone slicing through the noise like a sharpened blade.


Delving deep into her reserves of strength, Gemma launched yet another attack, her fists flying in a flurry of vicious strikes. Each punch was directed at Tiera's abs, landing with a bone-jarring thud that sent shockwaves rippling across Tiera's body. "What's the matter, Skovbye?" she taunted, her words punctuated by her relentless assault. "Can't stand the heat?"


With every strike, Gemma's determination grew, her eyes glinting with a fierce, unyielding spirit. "Thought you could break me, didn't you, Skovbye?" she spat, her voice echoing with defiance. "Well, think again. This round is mine!" With that, she landed a resounding punch against Tiera's taut abs, each blow a pronouncement of her unyielding spirit, each word a challenge to Tiera's dominance.


Tiera staggered back, a grimace of pain flashing on her face. For the first time, she seemed to falter. But she was quick to recover, retaliating with a powerful swing towards Gemma's face. But Gemma was quicker, ducking under Tiera's punch and delivering a fierce uppercut. The hit landed squarely on Tiera's face, leaving a gash on the blonde Canadian goddess.


The crowd erupted into cheers, rallying behind Gemma. She capitalized on the momentum, working on Tiera's torso, her fists flying in a flurry of punches. Tiera retaliated, her fists coming down like hammers, but Gemma was relentless. She dodged Tiera’s blows and continued to target Tiera's abs and torso.


The round was a brutal display of power and precision, with both women exchanging personal insults as they fought for dominance. “You're all talk, Skovbye!” Gemma growled, her tone harsh and biting. "And your abs aren't as strong as you think!"


Tiera roared, her eyes flashing with fury. "At least I don't beg for mercy, Atkinson!" she snapped back, her voice echoing around the ring. But despite her words, Tiera's punches lacked their earlier force, her defenses seeming to crumble under Gemma's relentless assault.


As the bell rang, signaling the end of Round Three, Gemma stumbled back to her corner, her body screaming in pain but her spirit unbroken. Tiera, her body marred with fresh bruises, looked on, her eyes burning with a fierce determination.


Despite Tiera's strength and power, this round was won by Gemma. Her strategic onslaught and relentless drive had proven effective in breaking Tiera's defenses, earning her a narrow victory on points. But the match was far from over, and there was no saying who would emerge the victor in the end.


Round 04:


As the bell signaled the start of Round Four, Tiera Skovbye stepped out of her corner, her eyes glinting with icy determination. She was a vision of raw power, her blonde hair glistening under the boxing ring lights, her abs taut and ready. "Ready to fold yet, Atkinson?" she sneered, her voice laced with cold amusement.


Her fists, hard as steel, began to fly. In mere moments, Tiera had zeroed in on Gemma's face, her punches landing with bone-crushing force. The crowd gasped as Gemma's head snapped back, a clear sign of Tiera's dominance. "How's that for a taste of your own medicine, Atkinson?" Tiera taunted, her voice ringing loud and clear over the crowd's roars.


Gemma staggered back, her vision blurring momentarily. But Tiera was not about to let up. She advanced, her eyes fixated on Gemma's swelling face. "Look at you, Atkinson," she mocked, her voice a low snarl. "Can't even handle a few punches. How pathetic!"


She landed another punch, her fist connecting with Gemma's face with a sickening thud. Gemma grunted in pain, but Tiera merely grinned. "Oh, did that hurt?" she taunted, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Trust me, it's going to hurt a lot more."


Tiera's fists were like hammers, raining down on Gemma with relentless force. Every punch was powerful, every jab precise. She targeted Gemma's abs, her fists sinking into the soft flesh with a satisfying crunch. "Can't stand up straight, can you, Atkinson?" she sneered, her voice echoing around the ring. "Pathetic."


Being stronger and possessing a taut, toned body, Tiera was an embodiment of strength and power. Her punches were unending, her insults ceaseless. She was relentless, her performance a testament to her raw power and unmatched skills. As she continued to hammer down on a struggling Gemma, it was clear who was the dominant one in the ring.


Tiera focused on Gemma's torso, her fists hammering into Gemma's abs with relentless force. Each punch felt like a hammer blow, causing Gemma to double over in pain. Gemma’s pleas for mercy echoed in the ring, her voice shaky and filled with tears. But Tiera was merciless, each plea only fueling her determination to teach Gemma a lesson.


"Mercy, Atkinson?" Tiera mocked, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You didn't show me any in the last round. Why should I show you any now?" Her voice, filled with cold delight, rang out over Gemma's sobs, her words cutting deeper than any punch.


Tiera continued her assault, her fists landing on Gemma's torso and face with vicious precision. The punches kept coming, each blow sinking deep into Gemma's tummy, making her wince in pain. Gemma's pleas became more desperate, her cries echoing around the boxing ring. But Tiera was relentless, her fists moving like pistons, each punch a testament to her strength and determination.


As the smell of sweat and the pulsating energy filled the boxing ring, a figure emerged from the crowd. Natasha Calis, a fellow Canadian actress and friend of Tiera, stepped forward. She flashed a smirk at Tiera, her presence adding fuel to the already raging fire within Tiera.


With Natasha's encouraging nod, Tiera's fists flew faster, her attacks more ruthless. "Look at you, Atkinson, you're nothing more than a punching bag!" she sneered, her words as stinging as her punches. Each jab on Gemma's abs was a testament to Tiera's strength, each uppercut showcasing her ruthless determination.

She looked over at Natasha, who was cheering her on from the sidelines. "Watch this, Natasha!" Tiera shouted, her voice filled with raw aggression.


With a ferocious roar, Tiera pulled her right fist back, her eyes never leaving Gemma's trembling form. "This one's for you, Natasha!" Tiera yelled, her voice resonant with savage delight. Without an ounce of hesitation, she unleashed a brutal punch, her fist slamming into Gemma's belly with unforgiving force. The sound echoed throughout the ring, a harsh reminder of Tiera's unwavering strength. Gemma let out a sharp gasp, her body doubling over as she clutched her stomach in sheer agony. Tiera stepped back, a triumphant grin spreading across her face as she watched Gemma crumble. The crowd roared, their cheers mirroring the wild satisfaction blazing in Tiera's eyes. The demonstration was complete, a harsh display of Tiera's unyielding power and dominance.


Tiera’s unyielding strength and the ruthless blows she dealt were a stark contrast to Gemma's feeble attempts at defense. It was abundantly clear that Tiera Skovbye was the superior boxer, her strong abs and taut physique a testament to her prowess. With each passing moment, Gemma's defeat seemed more and more inevitable.


As the bell rang, marking the end of Round Four, Tiera stepped back, smirking at Gemma's crumpled form. Her body marred with fresh bruises, Gemma Atkinson was a shocking contrast to the triumphant Tiera Skovbye. The blonde Canadian goddess had turned the tables, winning the round by a wide margin on points, and exacting her sweet revenge on Gemma Atkinson.


Round 05:


As the bell rang, signaling the start of Round Five, Tiera Skovbye prowled around the ring like a wolf closing in on its prey. The gleam in her eyes was merciless, a mirror of her fellow Canadian, Natasha Calis, who was watching from the sidelines. Tiera was like a Goddess, her blonde hair glowing under the harsh lights of the arena as she eyed the broken Gemma Atkinson.


Tiera launched herself at Gemma, her fists of steel crashing into Gemma's face with grim determination. Blood spattered across the canvas from Gemma's lip, a vivid testament to Tiera's brutal strength. "You're such a disappointment, Atkinson," Tiera sneered, her voice echoing around the ring, matching the brutal force of her punches.


With a swift pivot, Tiera swerved, her fists finding Gemma's ribs. The thud of flesh on flesh reverberated in the air as Tiera slammed punch after punch into Gemma's torso. "What's the matter, Atkinson? Can't take a punch?" Tiera taunted, her voice ringing out with cruel amusement.


Tiera's laughter echoed in the boxing ring, a sharp sound that seemed to bounce off the walls and into Gemma's bones. "You know, Atkinson," she smirked, her fists clenched and ready for the next assault. "I thought you'd have a bit more punch in you. But you're softer than a marshmallow, and about as useful in a fight."


Her legs were a blur, a swift dance of strength and aggression as she circled Gemma. "Look at you! You're shaking like a leaf, Atkinson," Tiera taunted, her mocking laughter filling the air. Her fists were relentless, smashing into Gemma's abs with ruthless determination. "What happened to all that big talk, huh? Can't back it up with your fists?"


Suddenly, Tiera's footwork changed, her movements becoming even more aggressive. She advanced, her attacks targeting Gemma's face and abs with brutal precision. "Is this the best you've got, Atkinson?" she sneered, her voice brimming with cold delight. "You're nothing but a punching bag. A pathetic excuse for a boxer."


Tiera’s laughter echoed again, her gaze cold and merciless as she watched Gemma struggle. "You're not even a challenge, Atkinson," she taunted, her voice sharp and cruel. "I've seen punching bags put up more of a fight than you."


Her fists continued their relentless attack, her jabs landing with ruthless precision. "I expected more from you, Atkinson," Tiera sneered, her words as harsh as the blows she was delivering. "But all you've shown me is that you're nothing but a feeble punching bag. You're just another stepping stone on my path to victory."


And with that, Tiera launched into another set of ruthless punches, her every move a testament to her strength and brutality, her words a cruel reminder of Gemma's impending defeat.


Gemma's pleas for mercy were barely a whimper, lost in the thunderous sounds of Tiera's onslaught. "Please, Tiera," Gemma begged, her voice hoarse. "Stop!" But Tiera was relentless, fueled by Natasha's support and her own determination to break Gemma.


With a wicked grin, Tiera landed a punch right in Gemma's solar plexus, her fist sinking in with a satisfying crunch. Gemma collapsed, gasping for breath, but Tiera wasn't done yet. With a roar, she delivered the final blow, a brutal liver shot that sent Gemma sprawling across the canvas.


The crowd erupted in cheers as Gemma hit the floor, the round ending with a decisive knockout. Tiera stood victorious, her dominance unquestioned. She had not only won the round but broken Gemma Atkinson in the process. With her strength, her taut abs, and her merciless punches, Tiera Skovbye had proven herself a true Canadian Goddess of the boxing ring.


Official Decision: Tiera Skovbye defeats Gemma Atkinson via TKO 5!


AFTER:


As Gemma lay defeated and broken on the canvas, Tiera sauntered over, her face twisted into a cruel smirk. She planted a solid boot on Gemma's chest, pushing down just enough to make the British actress gasp. "You thought you could fight me?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Look at you now, Atkinson. Defeated. Broken. Humiliated. You're nothing more than a joke."


Tiera's laughter filled the arena as she watched Gemma struggle beneath her boot. "Is this all you've got, Atkinson?" she taunted, her words laced with cold amusement. She bent down, bringing her face close to Gemma's. "I thought you were supposed to be a fighter," she sneered, her voice echoing around the ring. "But all I see is a pathetic, beaten woman."


She stepped back, crossing her arms over her strong, taut abs. "You know," she began, a cruel smile playing on her lips, "I expected more from you. I thought you'd actually put up a fight." Her laughter sounded again, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed in the silent arena. "But you? You're nothing more than a weakling."


Tiera's words were a brutal reminder of Gemma's defeat, each syllable a cruel jab at her pride. With a final glance at the broken woman on the canvas, Tiera turned away, leaving Gemma alone in her humiliation. "Maybe next time, Atkinson," she called over her shoulder, her words a final, merciless taunt. "If you can even manage to step into a ring again."


Natasha joined Tiera in the ring, her eyes glinting with mischief. She crouched down beside Gemma, her fingers trailing over the fresh bruises marking Gemma's face. "Poor Gemma," she cooed, her voice saccharine sweet. "Thought you were tough, didn't you? Thought you had a chance against a real fighter?"


Natasha continued her ruthless taunting, her fingers tracing the now swollen contours of Gemma's face. "You're not much to look at now, are you?" she quipped, a devilish grin stretching across her face. "Your pretty face isn't so pretty anymore, Gemma. Tiera really did a number on you."


Natasha rose, dusting off her hands theatrically as if Gemma was nothing more than dirt beneath her nails. "Did you really think you could take on Tiera? Our Canadian Goddess?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Look at you, Atkinson. You're a wreck. A complete and utter disaster. It’s apparent you're just another feeble, washed-up actress trying to play tough."


Casting one final glance at Gemma's broken form, Natasha turned on her heel, striding towards Tiera with a triumphant grin. "And to think," she called over her shoulder, her voice echoing in the now silent arena, "you actually thought you stood a chance. How amusing!" Her laughter, cold and merciless, filled the arena, a chilling reminder of Gemma's complete and utter defeat.


Tiera laughed, a cruel, harsh sound that echoed around the silent ring. "A real fighter?" she repeated, her voice laced with mockery. "Atkinson, you couldn't fight your way out of a paper bag."


Tiera and Natasha left the ring, leaving Gemma alone in her defeat. But not before Tiera turned back, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "Better luck next time, Atkinson," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh wait, there won't be a next time. You're done."


And with that, the two Canadian Goddesses left the ring, leaving behind a thoroughly humiliated Gemma Atkinson. This was a fight Gemma Atkinson would not forget anytime soon. The humiliation, the defeat... the Canadian Goddesses had shown her what true strength really was.