Post by Queens of Absolution on Sept 21, 2023 23:44:58 GMT -6
Re:Ignite: The Brie Larson Gauntlet I
LIVE @ Rogers Arena, Toronto, Eastern Time
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Melissa Benoist
(34 , 5’8”, 121lbs, 15:22 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Brie Larson:
(33, 5’7”, 128lbs, 37:15 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE:
Before the match began, both women stood in the ring, a picture of fierce determination. Melissa Benoist, clad in a white sports bra proudly displaying the turquoise Supergirl emblem, and Brie Larson, her black sports bra emblazoned with the golden Captain Marvel logo, eyed each other with an icy resolve. Their attire hugged their toned bodies, highlighting the abs they were ready to destroy. Their eyes locked in a steely gaze, the air between them crackled with tension.
Melissa, her stomach tight and hard beneath the Supergirl emblem, rolled her shoulders, a signal of the storm to come. She eyed Brie's abs, their steel-like quality visible even beneath the black fabric of her sports bra. Brie responded with an equally chilling look, her gaze flickering over Melissa's stomach, the very picture of the battleground they were about to grace. Words were unnecessary—both women understood the silent promise exchanged between them; their abs would bear the brunt of the impending war.
As the pre-match ended, the two women retreated to their respective corners, their chilling silence lingering in the air. Underneath the bright lights of the arena, they prepared for the battle that was about to unfold, ready to prove their prowess and endurance, ready to etch another chapter in their intense rivalry.
Round 01:
The bell rang, its harsh clang echoing throughout the stadium in Toronto, signaling the commencement of a battle unlike any other. Melissa "Supergirl" Benoist and Brie "Captain Marvel" Larson squared off, their eyes locked in a fierce and unyielding stare. The tension was palpable, the audience could feel the electric charge in the air.
Benoist, famous for her role as the Girl of Steel, was the first to make a move. She darted forward, her fists aimed like guided missiles for Larson's taut abs. Larson, better known as the formidable Captain Marvel, had abs of steel on par with Benoist's, but the onslaught of punishing blows shook her to the core.
Each punch thrown by Benoist was a hammer blow, smashing into the Captain's steel-hard abs. The sound of each impact echoed through the arena, a testament to the brutality of the exchange. Larson staggered backward, her abs throbbing in pain, but she held her ground, her resolve unbroken.
Verbal insults and taunts were exchanged, the heroines battling not just with their fists, but with words. "Is that all you've got, Captain?" Benoist sneered, her voice echoing in the cavernous arena. Larson responded in kind, her words sharp and biting. "You'll regret that, Supergirl!"
Brie managed to regain her ground and with a swift, fluid motion, she delivered a series of brutal blows to Melissa's midsection. Melissa bent over, the punches slamming into her belly button, sending shockwaves of pain rippling through her body. Each punch was like a mule's kick, threatening to fold her over like a ragdoll.
Larson, sensing victory, went for the finisher, her fist raised for a powerful uppercut. Melissa was on the defensive, her face a mask of grit and determination. As Larson's fist shot forward like a bullet, drool ran down Melissa's face, a testament to the physical and mental toll this battle was taking on her.
But in a surprising turn of events, just as Larson's uppercut was about to connect, Melissa caught her fist. It was a spectacle to behold - the Girl of Steel, reeling but far from defeated, had managed to halt the Captain's devastating blow.
The arena erupted in cheers as Benoist, seizing the opportunity, began to retaliate. Unleashing a torrent of brutal blows, each one aimed precisely along the length of Larson's stomach, she navigated the abs of steel that had initially shocked her. Each punch left a red splotch on Larson's torso, a testament to the power of the Girl of Steel.
Larson reeled under the onslaught, her body shaking with each punishing blow. Supergirl was relentless, her fists flying like a whirlwind, leaving Larson struggling to breathe. The Captain's steel-hard abs, while formidable, were no match for the barrage of punches from the Girl of Steel.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the first round. Larson was left panting heavily, her abs throbbing in pain. Benoist, on the other hand, stood tall and proud, her victory in the round clear for all to see.
With a triumphant look on her face, Benoist turned to Larson, her voice ringing out clear and strong. "Supergirl 1, Captain Marvel 0," she proclaimed, a taunting smirk playing on her lips.
As she returned to her corner, the audience roared their approval. Melissa Benoist, the Girl of Steel, had emerged victorious in the first round. It was a monumental clash of the titans, and it was clear to all that this was just the beginning.
This was more than just a boxing match; this was a test of strength, of resilience, of willpower. And if the first round was any indication, it was clear that both Melissa Benoist and Brie Larson were in for quite the fight. The following rounds promised to be just as thrilling, just as brutal, and just as electrifying.
Round 02:
The bell clanged loudly, signaling the start of round two. Melissa Benoist and Brie Larson squared off in the center of the ring. Their eyes locked in a fierce, unyielding gaze, each woman sizing the other up. The crowd watched in anticipation, their cheers echoing throughout the arena.
Benoist and Larson began to circle each other, their verbal barbs as pointed as their fists. "Your abs are as soft as your acting, Captain," Melissa taunted, her fist jabbing out in a mock punch towards Brie's toned stomach. Larson laughed, sidestepping the punch with a grin. "At least I don't need a stunt double to do my lifting, Supergirl," she retorted, her eyes sparking with amusement.
The verbal sparring continued, their words sharp and biting as they sought to undermine each other. Melissa, growing tired of the verbal jousting, decided to change the game. With a swift, fluid motion, she darted forward, her fist slamming into Brie's solar plexus.
Brie gasped, her air forced from her lungs as the punch landed. Her abdominal muscles tensed, spasming from the impact. Melissa grinned, her hand retracting from the punch. "Well, that shut you up, didn't it?" she taunted, a smirk playing on her lips.
Brie didn't falter, despite the blow. She straightened, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. "No," she managed to gasp out, "it got you to expose your abs, girl of steel." With that, she launched herself at Melissa, her fists hammering away at Melissa's abs.
Each punch was a kick, threatening to fold Melissa over. Brie was relentless, her fists flying at a rapid pace, each one aimed precisely along the length of Melissa's stomach. "Guess the Girl of Steel isn't so tough after all," Brie taunted, her voice filled with cruel mirth.
Melissa gasped as a particularly vicious punch landed on her belly button. She gagged, a wave of pain washing over her. Her mouthpiece slipped out of her mouth, clattering onto the floor. The referee immediately called for a pause, stepping in between the two women.
As Melissa was handed a new mouthpiece, Brie took the opportunity to further taunt her opponent. "Guess Supergirl's stomach is her weak spot," she crowed, her voice echoing in the cavernous arena. The crowd laughed, joining in the verbal sparring.
Brie, relishing the brief pause, leaned against her corner of the ring, her gaze never leaving Melissa. A smirk played on her lips as she continued to taunt Melissa about her weak spot. "You know, it's funny," she began, her voice carrying across the ring. "I've seen washboards with more grit than your abs, Supergirl! I'm surprised you didn't collapse from that punch!" The crowd roared with laughter, fueling the fire of Brie's verbal onslaught. Melissa, though winded, met Larson's gaze with a fiery determination. The taunt only served to stoke the burning flame of her fighting spirit. "Don't be so sure, Captain," she shot back. "This Girl of Steel isn't done yet." As the referee signaled for the match to continue, the air was thick with anticipation for the battle that was yet to come.
Melissa, her mouthpiece now securely in place, faced Brie. Her eyes were filled with a fiery resolve. Without warning, she darted forward, her fist slamming into Brie's stomach. Brie gasped, doubling over from the impact.
Brie straightened, her face pale. Melissa didn't let up, delivering another blow, this time a bit too low. Brie grunted, her body tensing from the hit. Melissa then moved swiftly, her elbow cutting across Brie's face, blood beading on her nose.
Brie staggered back, her hand held to her bloodied nose. Melissa laughed, a cold, cruel sound. "Do you yield, Captain?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with triumph. Brie shook her head, her expression defiant.
With a sadistic grin, Melissa advanced towards Brie. Her fists clenched, she threw punch after punishing punch into Brie's midsection. Each punch was a symphony of power and precision, designed to drain the life out of the Captain. "Say it, Larson," Melissa spat, her voice echoing in the silent arena. "Beg for mercy."
However, Brie, even amidst the onslaught, didn't utter a word. Her face was a mask of stoicism, although her body was writhing in pain. It was evident that the hard punches to her steel-like abs were taking their toll, but Larson was far from giving up.
"Come on, Captain," Melissa taunted, her blows unrelenting. "Are your abs not strong enough? Maybe they need a little more... conditioning." The crowd roared in support, their cheers mingling with the sickening thuds of Melissa's fists against Brie's stomach.
The Captain Marvel actress remained silent, her grit and determination shining through her pain-filled eyes. Would she give in to Supergirl's demand for surrender, or would she rise above the torment and fight back? The anticipation was palpable as the crowd waited for Brie's response.
Melissa moved closer, her hand reaching out to grab Brie's blonde locks. "Supergirl will always win as a Queen," she stated, her voice chillingly calm. With that, she delivered the final blow, her fist slamming into Brie's belly button.
The crowd erupted in cheers as Brie doubled over, clutching her stomach. Melissa stood tall, her victory in the round clear for all to see. The referee signaled for the end of the round, his hand raised high.
Melissa, her face a mask of triumph, turned to the crowd. "Supergirl 2, Captain Marvel 0," she proclaimed. The crowd roared their approval, their cheers echoing in the stadium.
Brie, on the other hand, was left panting heavily, her abs throbbing in pain. She had put up a good fight, but in the end, it was the Girl of Steel who emerged victorious. The second round had ended, and it was clear that Melissa Benoist was a force to be reckoned with.
As the two women prepared themselves for the next round, the crowd held their breath in anticipation.
Round 03:
As the third round began, Melissa and Brie squared off once more, their eyes locked in a fierce stare-down. The referee signaled for the round to start, and the two women sprang into action.
Melissa started off with a swift jab aimed directly at Brie's midsection. Brie countered with a swift uppercut to Melissa's stomach, causing the Supergirl actress to gasp. A cruel grin spread across Brie's face. "What's the matter, Supergirl? Your abs not as strong as you thought?"
Melissa bit back, her teeth gritted against the pain. "Stronger than yours, Captain," she shot back, launching herself at Brie with renewed vigor. Her fists flew, each one striking Brie's abs with bruising force. Brie grunted with each blow, but she did not back down.
Brie retaliated, her fists finding their mark on Melissa's stomach. Each punch was like a hammer blow, threatening to buckle Melissa's knees. The crowd roared, feeding off the intense energy of the fight. "Let's see how tough you really are, Supergirl!" Brie challenged, her face twisted into a vicious grin.
Melissa responded with a flurry of punches aimed at Brie's midsection. "You're all talk, Captain. Your punches are like tickles compared to mine." But the strain was evident in her voice, her breaths coming in short gasps. Brie was a formidable opponent, and her relentless attack was pushing Melissa to her limits.
The two women continued to trade blows, their bodies slick with sweat. Each punch they landed seemed to echo throughout the arena, sending shockwaves of anticipation coursing through the crowd. Neither woman was willing to give an inch, their determination evident in the fierce glares they traded.
Brie landed a particularly brutal punch to Melissa's stomach, causing the Supergirl actress to double over. "What's the matter, Melissa?" she taunted. "Can't handle a little pain?" The crowd erupted in laughter, pushing Brie to deliver another stinging blow to Melissa's abs.
Melissa, however, was not so easily deterred. With a growl of determination, she straightened up, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "I can take more than you can deliver, Larson." With that, she unleashed a barrage of punches, each one landing with crushing force on Brie's abs.
Brie faltered under the onslaught, a gasp escaping her lips. But she quickly regained her footing, launching herself at Melissa with renewed energy. "You'll have to do better than that, Benoist!"
Melissa, on the other hand, was breathing heavily, each breath a struggle. Her abs throbbed with pain, but she refused to show any signs of weakness. "I'm just getting started, Larson," she growled, her voice filled with determination.
The two women continued to trade blows, their bodies glistening with sweat. Each punch seemed to reverberate throughout the arena, the crowd roaring their approval with each devastating hit. It was a brutal ballet of power and precision, with neither woman willing to back down.
Both women were spent, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Their abs were aching, the repeated blows pushing them to their limits. But neither was willing to admit defeat, their determination shining in their eyes.
As the bell signaled the end of the round, both women were still on their feet, their bodies battered but unbroken. The crowd roared their approval, the intensity of the fight leaving them breathless. Both fighters, despite their injuries, had fought to a draw.
Melissa grinned at Brie, her abs quivering with exertion. "That's the best you can do, Larson?" she taunted, her voice echoing throughout the arena. Brie responded with a smirk, her own body shaking from the exhausting fight. "Likewise, Benoist."
As the third round ended, it was clear that neither woman was willing to back down. Their abs ached, their bodies screamed for rest, but their spirits were unbroken. They had fought to a draw, but the fight was far from over. The crowd held their breath in anticipation, awaiting the next round with bated breath.
Round 04:
Round four came crashing in like a storm, with both women entering the ring with an intensity that sent ripples of anticipation through the crowd. Brie lunged at Melissa, her fists a blur as they relentlessly targeted the Supergirl star's abs. Melissa groaned but countered with equally ferocious blows, each punch making Brie's abs ripple with the impact.
Brie sneered, "Is that all you've got, Supergirl? I've faced down alien invasions that hit softer than you!" Melissa's response was a gut-punch that had Brie gasping, "And I've fought Kryptonians stronger than you, Larson!" The crowd was on the edge of their seats, the brutal exchange of blows and taunts escalating the tension to fever pitch levels.
Melissa, her abs already bruised from the previous rounds, winced with every punch from Brie. But she didn't back down, returning each hit with a jab or a hook aimed at Brie's hardened abs. Yet, Brie seemed to channel her character's Captain Marvel strength, absorbing the blows and retaliating with ruthless efficiency.
With each passing minute, the match became increasingly brutal, leaving both actresses gasping for breath. Brie's relentless assault on Melissa's abs was pushing the latter to her limits. Melissa's counterattacks, while powerful, were starting to lose their initial punch. The strain was evident on her face, but she fought back with every ounce of her strength, her pride refusing to let her yield.
The final bell rang, signaling the end of the round, but not before Brie landed a few more punishing blows to Melissa's stomach. "You're weakening, Benoist!" she taunted, panting heavily. "You're no match for a real-life superhero!" Melissa, gasping for breath, retorted, "This isn't over, Larson. You haven't won yet!"
As both women staggered to their corners, the audience roared their approval. The referee gave the round to Brie on points, but it was a narrow victory, earned by the skin of her teeth. It was clear that these two weren't just playing superheroes on-screen—they were proving themselves to be formidable powerhouses in the real world too.
Round 05:
As round five began, Melissa Benoist charged out of her corner like a hurricane, a wild look in her eyes. She was a juggernaut, relentlessly throwing punches with a ferocity Brie Larson hadn't expected. "You're going to wish you hadn't underestimated me, Larson!" Melissa roared, her fists raining down on Brie's abs.
Brie gritted her teeth, absorbing each punishing blow with a grimace. But she didn't back down. "Is that all you've got, Supergirl?" she taunted, countering with a few well-aimed jabs at Melissa's midsection. Melissa merely snarled in response, her blows coming faster and harder.
But Brie wasn't done. With a smirk, she landed a brutal punch straight to Melissa's belly button. Melissa gasped, her eyes widening as the pain radiated outwards. "You're going down, Benoist," Brie snarled, her voice filled with venom.
Brie followed up her attack with a series of solar plexus punches, each one landing with a sickening thud. Melissa's abs spasmed, the repeated blows making her double over in pain. The crowd watched on in shocked silence, the intensity of the fight leaving them speechless.
Melissa tried to counter, her fists swinging in desperation, but Brie was relentless. She dodged Melissa's punches with ease, her focus solely on Melissa's midsection. "You're no match for me, Benoist," Brie taunted, her voice echoing throughout the arena.
Melissa grunted, her abs aching from Brie's relentless assault. But she was determined not to back down. "I've fought tougher opponents than you, Larson," she shot back, her voice filled with defiance.
Brie merely laughed, landing another brutal punch to Melissa's belly button. Melissa let out a cry, her knees buckling under the relentless onslaught. "You're a joke, Benoist," Brie taunted, her voice filled with cruel laughter.
Melissa tried to straighten up, but Brie was there, launching a ferocious uppercut directly at her belly button. Melissa gasped, the devastating blow forcing her to double over. "You're done, Benoist," Brie sneered, her voice ringing out loud and clear.
Melissa's knees hit the canvas, her body convulsing in pain. She tried to get up, but the pain was too much. With a groan, she collapsed back onto the canvas, her body spent.
The crowd erupted in cheers as Brie raised her fists in triumph. Melissa, meanwhile, was still on the ground, gasping for breath.
As the referee counted Melissa out, Brie swaggered back to her corner, her body aching but undefeated. She had proved her point: she was more than just a pretty face. She was a fighter, a powerhouse, a champion.
The crowd was on their feet, their applause deafening. Brie had won the round, and she had done it spectacularly.
As the round ended, it was clear that this fight was far from over. Both women were battered, bruised, and exhausted, but their spirits were unbroken. They were fighters, and they would be back to fight another day; their rivalry was far from over, and the crowd could hardly wait for the next round.
Official Decision: Brie Larson defeats Melissa Benoist via KO 5!
AFTER:
With a smug smile, Brie Larson sauntered over to Melissa Benoist who was still gasping for breath on the canvas. "Seems like Supergirl isn't as invincible as we thought," she jeered, forcing Melissa's lips onto her own hardened abs. Melissa winced at the contact, the bruises on Brie's abs a painful reminder of the blows she'd suffered.
"Feel that, Benoist?" Brie taunted, flexing her abs and forcing Melissa to gasp for breath. "That's what real strength feels like. My abs are superior to yours in every way." She laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that echoed around the arena.
Every so often, Brie would press Melissa's face harder against her stomach, suffocating her briefly before releasing her to move onto another spot. Melissa could do nothing, the humiliation of her defeat washing over her.
Finally, in one last show of dominance, Brie bent down and hoisted Melissa over her head as if she weighed no more than a feather. The crowd roared in approval, the sight of Melissa's limp body being showcased like a trophy a clear sign of Brie's victory.
"See this, people?" Brie shouted, her voice echoing through the arena. "This is what happens when you mess with a real-life superhero!" With one final, disrespectful toss, she dropped Melissa out of the ring, the Supergirl star landing in a crumpled heap on the floor.
The crowd erupted into cheers as Brie basked in her victory, her abs a testament to her superior strength and endurance. Melissa was left outside the ring, the painful bruises on her stomach a stark reminder of her defeat. The humiliation for Supergirl was far from over.
LIVE @ Rogers Arena, Toronto, Eastern Time
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Melissa Benoist
(34 , 5’8”, 121lbs, 15:22 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Brie Larson:
(33, 5’7”, 128lbs, 37:15 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE:
Before the match began, both women stood in the ring, a picture of fierce determination. Melissa Benoist, clad in a white sports bra proudly displaying the turquoise Supergirl emblem, and Brie Larson, her black sports bra emblazoned with the golden Captain Marvel logo, eyed each other with an icy resolve. Their attire hugged their toned bodies, highlighting the abs they were ready to destroy. Their eyes locked in a steely gaze, the air between them crackled with tension.
Melissa, her stomach tight and hard beneath the Supergirl emblem, rolled her shoulders, a signal of the storm to come. She eyed Brie's abs, their steel-like quality visible even beneath the black fabric of her sports bra. Brie responded with an equally chilling look, her gaze flickering over Melissa's stomach, the very picture of the battleground they were about to grace. Words were unnecessary—both women understood the silent promise exchanged between them; their abs would bear the brunt of the impending war.
As the pre-match ended, the two women retreated to their respective corners, their chilling silence lingering in the air. Underneath the bright lights of the arena, they prepared for the battle that was about to unfold, ready to prove their prowess and endurance, ready to etch another chapter in their intense rivalry.
Round 01:
The bell rang, its harsh clang echoing throughout the stadium in Toronto, signaling the commencement of a battle unlike any other. Melissa "Supergirl" Benoist and Brie "Captain Marvel" Larson squared off, their eyes locked in a fierce and unyielding stare. The tension was palpable, the audience could feel the electric charge in the air.
Benoist, famous for her role as the Girl of Steel, was the first to make a move. She darted forward, her fists aimed like guided missiles for Larson's taut abs. Larson, better known as the formidable Captain Marvel, had abs of steel on par with Benoist's, but the onslaught of punishing blows shook her to the core.
Each punch thrown by Benoist was a hammer blow, smashing into the Captain's steel-hard abs. The sound of each impact echoed through the arena, a testament to the brutality of the exchange. Larson staggered backward, her abs throbbing in pain, but she held her ground, her resolve unbroken.
Verbal insults and taunts were exchanged, the heroines battling not just with their fists, but with words. "Is that all you've got, Captain?" Benoist sneered, her voice echoing in the cavernous arena. Larson responded in kind, her words sharp and biting. "You'll regret that, Supergirl!"
Brie managed to regain her ground and with a swift, fluid motion, she delivered a series of brutal blows to Melissa's midsection. Melissa bent over, the punches slamming into her belly button, sending shockwaves of pain rippling through her body. Each punch was like a mule's kick, threatening to fold her over like a ragdoll.
Larson, sensing victory, went for the finisher, her fist raised for a powerful uppercut. Melissa was on the defensive, her face a mask of grit and determination. As Larson's fist shot forward like a bullet, drool ran down Melissa's face, a testament to the physical and mental toll this battle was taking on her.
But in a surprising turn of events, just as Larson's uppercut was about to connect, Melissa caught her fist. It was a spectacle to behold - the Girl of Steel, reeling but far from defeated, had managed to halt the Captain's devastating blow.
The arena erupted in cheers as Benoist, seizing the opportunity, began to retaliate. Unleashing a torrent of brutal blows, each one aimed precisely along the length of Larson's stomach, she navigated the abs of steel that had initially shocked her. Each punch left a red splotch on Larson's torso, a testament to the power of the Girl of Steel.
Larson reeled under the onslaught, her body shaking with each punishing blow. Supergirl was relentless, her fists flying like a whirlwind, leaving Larson struggling to breathe. The Captain's steel-hard abs, while formidable, were no match for the barrage of punches from the Girl of Steel.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the first round. Larson was left panting heavily, her abs throbbing in pain. Benoist, on the other hand, stood tall and proud, her victory in the round clear for all to see.
With a triumphant look on her face, Benoist turned to Larson, her voice ringing out clear and strong. "Supergirl 1, Captain Marvel 0," she proclaimed, a taunting smirk playing on her lips.
As she returned to her corner, the audience roared their approval. Melissa Benoist, the Girl of Steel, had emerged victorious in the first round. It was a monumental clash of the titans, and it was clear to all that this was just the beginning.
This was more than just a boxing match; this was a test of strength, of resilience, of willpower. And if the first round was any indication, it was clear that both Melissa Benoist and Brie Larson were in for quite the fight. The following rounds promised to be just as thrilling, just as brutal, and just as electrifying.
Round 02:
The bell clanged loudly, signaling the start of round two. Melissa Benoist and Brie Larson squared off in the center of the ring. Their eyes locked in a fierce, unyielding gaze, each woman sizing the other up. The crowd watched in anticipation, their cheers echoing throughout the arena.
Benoist and Larson began to circle each other, their verbal barbs as pointed as their fists. "Your abs are as soft as your acting, Captain," Melissa taunted, her fist jabbing out in a mock punch towards Brie's toned stomach. Larson laughed, sidestepping the punch with a grin. "At least I don't need a stunt double to do my lifting, Supergirl," she retorted, her eyes sparking with amusement.
The verbal sparring continued, their words sharp and biting as they sought to undermine each other. Melissa, growing tired of the verbal jousting, decided to change the game. With a swift, fluid motion, she darted forward, her fist slamming into Brie's solar plexus.
Brie gasped, her air forced from her lungs as the punch landed. Her abdominal muscles tensed, spasming from the impact. Melissa grinned, her hand retracting from the punch. "Well, that shut you up, didn't it?" she taunted, a smirk playing on her lips.
Brie didn't falter, despite the blow. She straightened, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. "No," she managed to gasp out, "it got you to expose your abs, girl of steel." With that, she launched herself at Melissa, her fists hammering away at Melissa's abs.
Each punch was a kick, threatening to fold Melissa over. Brie was relentless, her fists flying at a rapid pace, each one aimed precisely along the length of Melissa's stomach. "Guess the Girl of Steel isn't so tough after all," Brie taunted, her voice filled with cruel mirth.
Melissa gasped as a particularly vicious punch landed on her belly button. She gagged, a wave of pain washing over her. Her mouthpiece slipped out of her mouth, clattering onto the floor. The referee immediately called for a pause, stepping in between the two women.
As Melissa was handed a new mouthpiece, Brie took the opportunity to further taunt her opponent. "Guess Supergirl's stomach is her weak spot," she crowed, her voice echoing in the cavernous arena. The crowd laughed, joining in the verbal sparring.
Brie, relishing the brief pause, leaned against her corner of the ring, her gaze never leaving Melissa. A smirk played on her lips as she continued to taunt Melissa about her weak spot. "You know, it's funny," she began, her voice carrying across the ring. "I've seen washboards with more grit than your abs, Supergirl! I'm surprised you didn't collapse from that punch!" The crowd roared with laughter, fueling the fire of Brie's verbal onslaught. Melissa, though winded, met Larson's gaze with a fiery determination. The taunt only served to stoke the burning flame of her fighting spirit. "Don't be so sure, Captain," she shot back. "This Girl of Steel isn't done yet." As the referee signaled for the match to continue, the air was thick with anticipation for the battle that was yet to come.
Melissa, her mouthpiece now securely in place, faced Brie. Her eyes were filled with a fiery resolve. Without warning, she darted forward, her fist slamming into Brie's stomach. Brie gasped, doubling over from the impact.
Brie straightened, her face pale. Melissa didn't let up, delivering another blow, this time a bit too low. Brie grunted, her body tensing from the hit. Melissa then moved swiftly, her elbow cutting across Brie's face, blood beading on her nose.
Brie staggered back, her hand held to her bloodied nose. Melissa laughed, a cold, cruel sound. "Do you yield, Captain?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with triumph. Brie shook her head, her expression defiant.
With a sadistic grin, Melissa advanced towards Brie. Her fists clenched, she threw punch after punishing punch into Brie's midsection. Each punch was a symphony of power and precision, designed to drain the life out of the Captain. "Say it, Larson," Melissa spat, her voice echoing in the silent arena. "Beg for mercy."
However, Brie, even amidst the onslaught, didn't utter a word. Her face was a mask of stoicism, although her body was writhing in pain. It was evident that the hard punches to her steel-like abs were taking their toll, but Larson was far from giving up.
"Come on, Captain," Melissa taunted, her blows unrelenting. "Are your abs not strong enough? Maybe they need a little more... conditioning." The crowd roared in support, their cheers mingling with the sickening thuds of Melissa's fists against Brie's stomach.
The Captain Marvel actress remained silent, her grit and determination shining through her pain-filled eyes. Would she give in to Supergirl's demand for surrender, or would she rise above the torment and fight back? The anticipation was palpable as the crowd waited for Brie's response.
Melissa moved closer, her hand reaching out to grab Brie's blonde locks. "Supergirl will always win as a Queen," she stated, her voice chillingly calm. With that, she delivered the final blow, her fist slamming into Brie's belly button.
The crowd erupted in cheers as Brie doubled over, clutching her stomach. Melissa stood tall, her victory in the round clear for all to see. The referee signaled for the end of the round, his hand raised high.
Melissa, her face a mask of triumph, turned to the crowd. "Supergirl 2, Captain Marvel 0," she proclaimed. The crowd roared their approval, their cheers echoing in the stadium.
Brie, on the other hand, was left panting heavily, her abs throbbing in pain. She had put up a good fight, but in the end, it was the Girl of Steel who emerged victorious. The second round had ended, and it was clear that Melissa Benoist was a force to be reckoned with.
As the two women prepared themselves for the next round, the crowd held their breath in anticipation.
Round 03:
As the third round began, Melissa and Brie squared off once more, their eyes locked in a fierce stare-down. The referee signaled for the round to start, and the two women sprang into action.
Melissa started off with a swift jab aimed directly at Brie's midsection. Brie countered with a swift uppercut to Melissa's stomach, causing the Supergirl actress to gasp. A cruel grin spread across Brie's face. "What's the matter, Supergirl? Your abs not as strong as you thought?"
Melissa bit back, her teeth gritted against the pain. "Stronger than yours, Captain," she shot back, launching herself at Brie with renewed vigor. Her fists flew, each one striking Brie's abs with bruising force. Brie grunted with each blow, but she did not back down.
Brie retaliated, her fists finding their mark on Melissa's stomach. Each punch was like a hammer blow, threatening to buckle Melissa's knees. The crowd roared, feeding off the intense energy of the fight. "Let's see how tough you really are, Supergirl!" Brie challenged, her face twisted into a vicious grin.
Melissa responded with a flurry of punches aimed at Brie's midsection. "You're all talk, Captain. Your punches are like tickles compared to mine." But the strain was evident in her voice, her breaths coming in short gasps. Brie was a formidable opponent, and her relentless attack was pushing Melissa to her limits.
The two women continued to trade blows, their bodies slick with sweat. Each punch they landed seemed to echo throughout the arena, sending shockwaves of anticipation coursing through the crowd. Neither woman was willing to give an inch, their determination evident in the fierce glares they traded.
Brie landed a particularly brutal punch to Melissa's stomach, causing the Supergirl actress to double over. "What's the matter, Melissa?" she taunted. "Can't handle a little pain?" The crowd erupted in laughter, pushing Brie to deliver another stinging blow to Melissa's abs.
Melissa, however, was not so easily deterred. With a growl of determination, she straightened up, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "I can take more than you can deliver, Larson." With that, she unleashed a barrage of punches, each one landing with crushing force on Brie's abs.
Brie faltered under the onslaught, a gasp escaping her lips. But she quickly regained her footing, launching herself at Melissa with renewed energy. "You'll have to do better than that, Benoist!"
Melissa, on the other hand, was breathing heavily, each breath a struggle. Her abs throbbed with pain, but she refused to show any signs of weakness. "I'm just getting started, Larson," she growled, her voice filled with determination.
The two women continued to trade blows, their bodies glistening with sweat. Each punch seemed to reverberate throughout the arena, the crowd roaring their approval with each devastating hit. It was a brutal ballet of power and precision, with neither woman willing to back down.
Both women were spent, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Their abs were aching, the repeated blows pushing them to their limits. But neither was willing to admit defeat, their determination shining in their eyes.
As the bell signaled the end of the round, both women were still on their feet, their bodies battered but unbroken. The crowd roared their approval, the intensity of the fight leaving them breathless. Both fighters, despite their injuries, had fought to a draw.
Melissa grinned at Brie, her abs quivering with exertion. "That's the best you can do, Larson?" she taunted, her voice echoing throughout the arena. Brie responded with a smirk, her own body shaking from the exhausting fight. "Likewise, Benoist."
As the third round ended, it was clear that neither woman was willing to back down. Their abs ached, their bodies screamed for rest, but their spirits were unbroken. They had fought to a draw, but the fight was far from over. The crowd held their breath in anticipation, awaiting the next round with bated breath.
Round 04:
Round four came crashing in like a storm, with both women entering the ring with an intensity that sent ripples of anticipation through the crowd. Brie lunged at Melissa, her fists a blur as they relentlessly targeted the Supergirl star's abs. Melissa groaned but countered with equally ferocious blows, each punch making Brie's abs ripple with the impact.
Brie sneered, "Is that all you've got, Supergirl? I've faced down alien invasions that hit softer than you!" Melissa's response was a gut-punch that had Brie gasping, "And I've fought Kryptonians stronger than you, Larson!" The crowd was on the edge of their seats, the brutal exchange of blows and taunts escalating the tension to fever pitch levels.
Melissa, her abs already bruised from the previous rounds, winced with every punch from Brie. But she didn't back down, returning each hit with a jab or a hook aimed at Brie's hardened abs. Yet, Brie seemed to channel her character's Captain Marvel strength, absorbing the blows and retaliating with ruthless efficiency.
With each passing minute, the match became increasingly brutal, leaving both actresses gasping for breath. Brie's relentless assault on Melissa's abs was pushing the latter to her limits. Melissa's counterattacks, while powerful, were starting to lose their initial punch. The strain was evident on her face, but she fought back with every ounce of her strength, her pride refusing to let her yield.
The final bell rang, signaling the end of the round, but not before Brie landed a few more punishing blows to Melissa's stomach. "You're weakening, Benoist!" she taunted, panting heavily. "You're no match for a real-life superhero!" Melissa, gasping for breath, retorted, "This isn't over, Larson. You haven't won yet!"
As both women staggered to their corners, the audience roared their approval. The referee gave the round to Brie on points, but it was a narrow victory, earned by the skin of her teeth. It was clear that these two weren't just playing superheroes on-screen—they were proving themselves to be formidable powerhouses in the real world too.
Round 05:
As round five began, Melissa Benoist charged out of her corner like a hurricane, a wild look in her eyes. She was a juggernaut, relentlessly throwing punches with a ferocity Brie Larson hadn't expected. "You're going to wish you hadn't underestimated me, Larson!" Melissa roared, her fists raining down on Brie's abs.
Brie gritted her teeth, absorbing each punishing blow with a grimace. But she didn't back down. "Is that all you've got, Supergirl?" she taunted, countering with a few well-aimed jabs at Melissa's midsection. Melissa merely snarled in response, her blows coming faster and harder.
But Brie wasn't done. With a smirk, she landed a brutal punch straight to Melissa's belly button. Melissa gasped, her eyes widening as the pain radiated outwards. "You're going down, Benoist," Brie snarled, her voice filled with venom.
Brie followed up her attack with a series of solar plexus punches, each one landing with a sickening thud. Melissa's abs spasmed, the repeated blows making her double over in pain. The crowd watched on in shocked silence, the intensity of the fight leaving them speechless.
Melissa tried to counter, her fists swinging in desperation, but Brie was relentless. She dodged Melissa's punches with ease, her focus solely on Melissa's midsection. "You're no match for me, Benoist," Brie taunted, her voice echoing throughout the arena.
Melissa grunted, her abs aching from Brie's relentless assault. But she was determined not to back down. "I've fought tougher opponents than you, Larson," she shot back, her voice filled with defiance.
Brie merely laughed, landing another brutal punch to Melissa's belly button. Melissa let out a cry, her knees buckling under the relentless onslaught. "You're a joke, Benoist," Brie taunted, her voice filled with cruel laughter.
Melissa tried to straighten up, but Brie was there, launching a ferocious uppercut directly at her belly button. Melissa gasped, the devastating blow forcing her to double over. "You're done, Benoist," Brie sneered, her voice ringing out loud and clear.
Melissa's knees hit the canvas, her body convulsing in pain. She tried to get up, but the pain was too much. With a groan, she collapsed back onto the canvas, her body spent.
The crowd erupted in cheers as Brie raised her fists in triumph. Melissa, meanwhile, was still on the ground, gasping for breath.
As the referee counted Melissa out, Brie swaggered back to her corner, her body aching but undefeated. She had proved her point: she was more than just a pretty face. She was a fighter, a powerhouse, a champion.
The crowd was on their feet, their applause deafening. Brie had won the round, and she had done it spectacularly.
As the round ended, it was clear that this fight was far from over. Both women were battered, bruised, and exhausted, but their spirits were unbroken. They were fighters, and they would be back to fight another day; their rivalry was far from over, and the crowd could hardly wait for the next round.
Official Decision: Brie Larson defeats Melissa Benoist via KO 5!
AFTER:
With a smug smile, Brie Larson sauntered over to Melissa Benoist who was still gasping for breath on the canvas. "Seems like Supergirl isn't as invincible as we thought," she jeered, forcing Melissa's lips onto her own hardened abs. Melissa winced at the contact, the bruises on Brie's abs a painful reminder of the blows she'd suffered.
"Feel that, Benoist?" Brie taunted, flexing her abs and forcing Melissa to gasp for breath. "That's what real strength feels like. My abs are superior to yours in every way." She laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that echoed around the arena.
Every so often, Brie would press Melissa's face harder against her stomach, suffocating her briefly before releasing her to move onto another spot. Melissa could do nothing, the humiliation of her defeat washing over her.
Finally, in one last show of dominance, Brie bent down and hoisted Melissa over her head as if she weighed no more than a feather. The crowd roared in approval, the sight of Melissa's limp body being showcased like a trophy a clear sign of Brie's victory.
"See this, people?" Brie shouted, her voice echoing through the arena. "This is what happens when you mess with a real-life superhero!" With one final, disrespectful toss, she dropped Melissa out of the ring, the Supergirl star landing in a crumpled heap on the floor.
The crowd erupted into cheers as Brie basked in her victory, her abs a testament to her superior strength and endurance. Melissa was left outside the ring, the painful bruises on her stomach a stark reminder of her defeat. The humiliation for Supergirl was far from over.