Post by Queens of Absolution on Oct 28, 2023 1:39:21 GMT -6
October 2023 PPV: Natalie Dormer vs Summer Glau
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Natalie Dormer
(41, 5’6” 123lbs, 15:17:1 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Summer Glau:
(42, 5’6”, 119lbs, 25:38 FCBA, League of Mighty Women)
BEFORE:
Natalie Dormer, the Queen's definitive TV Personality, stood in the ring like a crimson vision of terror. Her streamlined physique, honed to perfection by grueling hours with Saraya, radiated a power that left everyone in SoFi Stadium gasping. Killer abs that could grind steel, biceps that would make Hercules green with envy, and legs sculpted from pure, athletic determination - Dormer was a sight to behold. She was decked out in her trademark red boxing gear, a color that echoed the fiery intensity in her eyes and the impending doom of her opponents. The devilish smirk pulling at her lips was a clear signal - she was here for blood and glory. As she stared down the underdog, Summer Glau, the palpable wave of intimidation washed over the entire arena. Glau, tagged by most pundits as a washed-out fighter, looked like a lamb being led to the slaughter. It was clear - the League of Mighty Women had served her up as a sacrificial lamb to the Queens of Absolution's, Natalie Dormer. And this wasn't just about Glau. This was a proxy war, with Glau standing in for Anya Taylor-Joy. The message from Dormer was clear - anyone standing in for Anya, big or small, would meet the same brutal defeat.
Round 01:
As the bell for round one echoed, Danielle 'Killer Frost' Panabaker didn't hesitate. Lunging forward, her navy boxing gloves were a blur as they plunged mercilessly into Elizabeth Gillies' exposed midsection. Each punch was a study in precision and power, her sculpted muscles flexing with the exertion, and her every hit was met with little resistance. Elizabeth doubled over, her fiery bikini-clad body recoiling from the force, her abs proving to be no match for the onslaught. Danielle showed no mercy, each punch a ruthless reminder of her superior athleticism and raw power.
Elizabeth, to her credit, managed to land a few headshots, her gloves connecting with Danielle's face in a desperate attempt to halt the aggressive assault. But these hits felt more like mosquito bites to Danielle, a mere nuisance in the grand scheme of things. 'Killer Frost' merely shook off the impacts, her icy resolve unbroken.
By the end of the round, Danielle had dominated the proceedings, her fists raining hell on Elizabeth, who was left gasping for breath. The judges' scorecards revealed a wide margin in favor of Danielle, her overwhelming control of the fight impossible to ignore. Despite the defeat she suffered earlier, Danielle was back with a vengeance, proving to be an unstoppable force. Elizabeth, though she tried to fight back, was just too 'soft' to compete with the relentless Danielle. As the bell sounded to signal the end of the first round, Danielle's triumphant smirk returned - a clear message that 'Killer Frost' was back, and she was not to be trifled with.
Round 02:
Round two roared into action with the ferocity of a tempest. Summer Glau, the dark-haired phoenix, was lit from within, her eyes ablaze with a determination that defied her previous boxing record. She launched at Dormer like a missile, her relentless assault focused on Natalie's Instagram-worthy abs. Glau's fists rained down on Dormer's midriff like a hailstorm, each punch a thunder strike that echoed throughout the hushed stadium. Natalie’s grimace of pain became an emblem of the unexpected. The Queen’s TV personality was being dethroned, her regal demeanor replaced with a primal fight for survival.
Natalie tried to fend off the assault, her toned arms throwing punches and blocks with desperate energy. But Glau was a woman possessed. She darted around Natalie, her gloves finding their mark again and again—on Dormer's face, her ribs, and then back to tormenting that taut midsection. The underdog's rhythm was hypnotic, her dominance over Dormer an eye-opening revelation.
Suddenly, Glau zeroed in on Dormer's belly button, delivering a punch that seemed to electrify the entire stadium. The shock was palpable, rippling outwards from Dormer's gasp of surprise. The blow seemed to encapsulate the unexpected turn of events—the underdog leading the fight, the Queen being dethroned. As the bell for the end of round two reverberated through the stadium, a stunned silence followed. The scoreboard told the tale—Glau was still in the lead, if only by a whisper. And as the anticipation mounted for the next round, one thing was clear: Natalie Dormer was in unfamiliar territory, and Summer Glau, the phoenix, was rising from the ashes.
Round 03:
Round three exploded into action with a seismic shift. As the bell rang, it was as if a switch had been flipped in Natalie Dormer. Her eyes, once clouded with surprise, now shone with a ferocious determination. The Queen had awoken, and she was ready to take back her throne. With a lightning-fast twist of her toned body, she delivered a devastating punch straight to Summer Glau's face, sending the underdog crashing towards the edge of the ring. The crowd gasped as a streak of blood traced its way down Glau's cheek, the first sign of Dormer's emerging dominance.
As Glau staggered, trying to find her footing, Dormer descended on her with the predatory grace of a panther. Every inch of Dormer's body screamed power and control. Her once Instagram-worthy abs, now a symbol of her rebirth, rippled with anticipation of the impending onslaught. And it came, with Dormer targeting Glau's vulnerable midsection with a barrage of punches that made the previous rounds seem like mere child's play. The sound of leather meeting flesh echoed through the stadium as Dormer danced around the reeling Glau, her fists a blur of red.
With each hit, Dormer taunted Glau, "Is this all you've got? Is this your best?" she sneered, her voice echoing around the silent stadium. Her words, a brutal symphony of mockery, hung heavy in the air, each syllable punctuating the rhythm of her punches. As the final seconds of the round ticked away, Dormer pulled back, a devilish grin spread across her face. She landed a gut-wrenching punch straight to Glau's belly button, a cruel echo of the previous round. Glau doubled over, her breath wheezing out of her in painful gasps. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and the crowd erupted into raucous cheers. Dormer raised her bloodied gloves to the sky, her smirk a clear message to her opponents - the Queen was back, and she was not going down without a fight.
Round 04:
The bell rang, signaling the start of round four. A roar of anticipation echoed through the stadium. Dormer, her smirk replaced with a grim determination, started the round with an intensity that left no room for doubt. She was here to reclaim her throne, and no one—especially not Summer Glau—was going to stand in her way. With a speed that belied her muscular physique, Dormer rushed at Glau, her gloves slicing through the air with deadly precision. She landed a bone-crushing uppercut squarely on Glau's chin, the impact resonating through the stadium. Glau's head snapped back, her eyes wide with shock, but Dormer was relentless. Without missing a beat, she plunged her fist into Glau's solar plexus with a force that lifted the underdog clean off the canvas. The crowd gasped as Glau was sent crashing belly-first into the ring, a helpless puppet under Dormer's brutal onslaught. The ref moved in, his count echoing around the silent stadium, but everyone knew it was merely a formality. Dormer circled Glau like a predator closing in on its prey, her voice cutting through the silence. "Did you honestly think you could beat me?" she taunted, her words a venomous dagger twisted into the heart of Glau's pride. But Glau was down and out, her body limp on the canvas, and the count reached ten. The ref held Dormer's gloved hand high, declaring her the undisputed victor. Natalie Dormer had not only reclaimed her throne but had done so in a manner that left no room for doubt. She was the Queen of this ring, and she had the scars to prove it.
Official Decision: Natalie Dormer defeats Summer Glau via KO 4!
AFTER:
As the crowd thundered in approval, Natalie reveled in the exhilaration of her victory. Each cheer was an affirmation of her prowess, a pulsating rhythm that echoed her heartbeat. She raised her bloodied gloves, a triumphant symbol of her return to the ring, and drank in the jubilant roar of her fans. The applause washed over her like a tidal wave, the gleaming stadium lights casting her muscular frame into sharp relief.
But amidst the celebration, Natalie's eyes found the broken figure of Summer Glau. The fallen warrior had managed to turn onto her back, her face a mask of defeat. With predatory grace, Natalie strolled over to her, the crowd's cheers a stark contrast to Glau's palpable despair. A cruel smirk played on Natalie's lips as she stomped her boot into Glau's stomach, causing Summer to grunt in pain.
"Give Anya a message," Natalie leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper that cut through the electric atmosphere of the stadium, "Natasha won't be as nice as me."
The declaration hung heavy in the air, a chilling promise of the battles to come. The crowd roared in anticipation, their cheers a testament to the spectacle they had just witnessed and the thrilling encounters that lay ahead. The Queen was indeed back on her throne, and she was hungrier than ever.
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Natalie Dormer
(41, 5’6” 123lbs, 15:17:1 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Summer Glau:
(42, 5’6”, 119lbs, 25:38 FCBA, League of Mighty Women)
BEFORE:
Natalie Dormer, the Queen's definitive TV Personality, stood in the ring like a crimson vision of terror. Her streamlined physique, honed to perfection by grueling hours with Saraya, radiated a power that left everyone in SoFi Stadium gasping. Killer abs that could grind steel, biceps that would make Hercules green with envy, and legs sculpted from pure, athletic determination - Dormer was a sight to behold. She was decked out in her trademark red boxing gear, a color that echoed the fiery intensity in her eyes and the impending doom of her opponents. The devilish smirk pulling at her lips was a clear signal - she was here for blood and glory. As she stared down the underdog, Summer Glau, the palpable wave of intimidation washed over the entire arena. Glau, tagged by most pundits as a washed-out fighter, looked like a lamb being led to the slaughter. It was clear - the League of Mighty Women had served her up as a sacrificial lamb to the Queens of Absolution's, Natalie Dormer. And this wasn't just about Glau. This was a proxy war, with Glau standing in for Anya Taylor-Joy. The message from Dormer was clear - anyone standing in for Anya, big or small, would meet the same brutal defeat.
Round 01:
As the bell for round one echoed, Danielle 'Killer Frost' Panabaker didn't hesitate. Lunging forward, her navy boxing gloves were a blur as they plunged mercilessly into Elizabeth Gillies' exposed midsection. Each punch was a study in precision and power, her sculpted muscles flexing with the exertion, and her every hit was met with little resistance. Elizabeth doubled over, her fiery bikini-clad body recoiling from the force, her abs proving to be no match for the onslaught. Danielle showed no mercy, each punch a ruthless reminder of her superior athleticism and raw power.
Elizabeth, to her credit, managed to land a few headshots, her gloves connecting with Danielle's face in a desperate attempt to halt the aggressive assault. But these hits felt more like mosquito bites to Danielle, a mere nuisance in the grand scheme of things. 'Killer Frost' merely shook off the impacts, her icy resolve unbroken.
By the end of the round, Danielle had dominated the proceedings, her fists raining hell on Elizabeth, who was left gasping for breath. The judges' scorecards revealed a wide margin in favor of Danielle, her overwhelming control of the fight impossible to ignore. Despite the defeat she suffered earlier, Danielle was back with a vengeance, proving to be an unstoppable force. Elizabeth, though she tried to fight back, was just too 'soft' to compete with the relentless Danielle. As the bell sounded to signal the end of the first round, Danielle's triumphant smirk returned - a clear message that 'Killer Frost' was back, and she was not to be trifled with.
Round 02:
Round two roared into action with the ferocity of a tempest. Summer Glau, the dark-haired phoenix, was lit from within, her eyes ablaze with a determination that defied her previous boxing record. She launched at Dormer like a missile, her relentless assault focused on Natalie's Instagram-worthy abs. Glau's fists rained down on Dormer's midriff like a hailstorm, each punch a thunder strike that echoed throughout the hushed stadium. Natalie’s grimace of pain became an emblem of the unexpected. The Queen’s TV personality was being dethroned, her regal demeanor replaced with a primal fight for survival.
Natalie tried to fend off the assault, her toned arms throwing punches and blocks with desperate energy. But Glau was a woman possessed. She darted around Natalie, her gloves finding their mark again and again—on Dormer's face, her ribs, and then back to tormenting that taut midsection. The underdog's rhythm was hypnotic, her dominance over Dormer an eye-opening revelation.
Suddenly, Glau zeroed in on Dormer's belly button, delivering a punch that seemed to electrify the entire stadium. The shock was palpable, rippling outwards from Dormer's gasp of surprise. The blow seemed to encapsulate the unexpected turn of events—the underdog leading the fight, the Queen being dethroned. As the bell for the end of round two reverberated through the stadium, a stunned silence followed. The scoreboard told the tale—Glau was still in the lead, if only by a whisper. And as the anticipation mounted for the next round, one thing was clear: Natalie Dormer was in unfamiliar territory, and Summer Glau, the phoenix, was rising from the ashes.
Round 03:
Round three exploded into action with a seismic shift. As the bell rang, it was as if a switch had been flipped in Natalie Dormer. Her eyes, once clouded with surprise, now shone with a ferocious determination. The Queen had awoken, and she was ready to take back her throne. With a lightning-fast twist of her toned body, she delivered a devastating punch straight to Summer Glau's face, sending the underdog crashing towards the edge of the ring. The crowd gasped as a streak of blood traced its way down Glau's cheek, the first sign of Dormer's emerging dominance.
As Glau staggered, trying to find her footing, Dormer descended on her with the predatory grace of a panther. Every inch of Dormer's body screamed power and control. Her once Instagram-worthy abs, now a symbol of her rebirth, rippled with anticipation of the impending onslaught. And it came, with Dormer targeting Glau's vulnerable midsection with a barrage of punches that made the previous rounds seem like mere child's play. The sound of leather meeting flesh echoed through the stadium as Dormer danced around the reeling Glau, her fists a blur of red.
With each hit, Dormer taunted Glau, "Is this all you've got? Is this your best?" she sneered, her voice echoing around the silent stadium. Her words, a brutal symphony of mockery, hung heavy in the air, each syllable punctuating the rhythm of her punches. As the final seconds of the round ticked away, Dormer pulled back, a devilish grin spread across her face. She landed a gut-wrenching punch straight to Glau's belly button, a cruel echo of the previous round. Glau doubled over, her breath wheezing out of her in painful gasps. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and the crowd erupted into raucous cheers. Dormer raised her bloodied gloves to the sky, her smirk a clear message to her opponents - the Queen was back, and she was not going down without a fight.
Round 04:
The bell rang, signaling the start of round four. A roar of anticipation echoed through the stadium. Dormer, her smirk replaced with a grim determination, started the round with an intensity that left no room for doubt. She was here to reclaim her throne, and no one—especially not Summer Glau—was going to stand in her way. With a speed that belied her muscular physique, Dormer rushed at Glau, her gloves slicing through the air with deadly precision. She landed a bone-crushing uppercut squarely on Glau's chin, the impact resonating through the stadium. Glau's head snapped back, her eyes wide with shock, but Dormer was relentless. Without missing a beat, she plunged her fist into Glau's solar plexus with a force that lifted the underdog clean off the canvas. The crowd gasped as Glau was sent crashing belly-first into the ring, a helpless puppet under Dormer's brutal onslaught. The ref moved in, his count echoing around the silent stadium, but everyone knew it was merely a formality. Dormer circled Glau like a predator closing in on its prey, her voice cutting through the silence. "Did you honestly think you could beat me?" she taunted, her words a venomous dagger twisted into the heart of Glau's pride. But Glau was down and out, her body limp on the canvas, and the count reached ten. The ref held Dormer's gloved hand high, declaring her the undisputed victor. Natalie Dormer had not only reclaimed her throne but had done so in a manner that left no room for doubt. She was the Queen of this ring, and she had the scars to prove it.
Official Decision: Natalie Dormer defeats Summer Glau via KO 4!
AFTER:
As the crowd thundered in approval, Natalie reveled in the exhilaration of her victory. Each cheer was an affirmation of her prowess, a pulsating rhythm that echoed her heartbeat. She raised her bloodied gloves, a triumphant symbol of her return to the ring, and drank in the jubilant roar of her fans. The applause washed over her like a tidal wave, the gleaming stadium lights casting her muscular frame into sharp relief.
But amidst the celebration, Natalie's eyes found the broken figure of Summer Glau. The fallen warrior had managed to turn onto her back, her face a mask of defeat. With predatory grace, Natalie strolled over to her, the crowd's cheers a stark contrast to Glau's palpable despair. A cruel smirk played on Natalie's lips as she stomped her boot into Glau's stomach, causing Summer to grunt in pain.
"Give Anya a message," Natalie leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper that cut through the electric atmosphere of the stadium, "Natasha won't be as nice as me."
The declaration hung heavy in the air, a chilling promise of the battles to come. The crowd roared in anticipation, their cheers a testament to the spectacle they had just witnessed and the thrilling encounters that lay ahead. The Queen was indeed back on her throne, and she was hungrier than ever.
