AHW: Eden's Cozy Corner (Ep. 1, feat. Bridget Satterlee)
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AHW: Eden's Cozy Corner (Ep. 1, feat. Bridget Satterlee)
Eden:
(26, 5’10, VIXENs)
Bridget:
(27, 5’10, Queens of Absolution)
BEFORE:
Bridget felt a mix of nerves and excitement as she approached Eden's apartment in downtown Los Angeles. She was wearing a black sports bra and matching leggings, with her blonde hair hanging loose over her shoulders. And though she had been in plenty of wild brawls before, she had never been in a fight quite like this before.
As she climbed the stairs to Eden's apartment, Bridget couldn't help but wonder what she was getting herself into. She knew that Eden was known for her vicious catfighting tactics, and had already put Alexis Ren away multiple times, based on the reports of hearsay. But the Queen wasn't sure if she was ready for that same level of intensity. At the back of her mind, however, she wouldn't back down. Not now, not ever, especially after having accepted Eden's open challenge.
When Bridget finally reached the door to Eden's apartment, she took a deep breath and knocked. After a few agonizing seconds, the door swung open to reveal Cohen dressed in a tight white tank top and black shorts that showed off her toned abs and muscular legs. She had her long dark hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her almond eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"You're looking at the Catfighting Queen, blondie," Eden sneered, determined to start the mind games ase she sized Bridget up. "Not much to look at, are ya?"
Bridget narrowed her eyes, not intimidated by Eden's taunts. "You talk a big game, Eden but you're going to regret the open call when you're on the ground of your own apartment, begging me for mercy," she replied, calmly.
Eden laughed. "We'll see about that. But first, let's get ready."
Bridget stepped into the apartment and looked around. It was a spacious, modern-looking place, with sleek furniture and a lot of open floor space for the wrestling action. The bedroom was visible from the entryway, where she supposed most of the action would take place, and Bridget could see the queen-sized bed in the center of the room, with plush pillows and silky sheets.
Eden led Bridget into the room, where a few cameras had been set up to record the fight. This was it, the Queen thought. No turning back. She was both nervous and excited to show Eden what she was made of, and even better, to win a first title for her stable to prove that she belonged with the very best.
At opposite ends of the room, the two girls begin to stretch and warm up, each eyeing the other warily. Eden's movements are sharp and precise, her limbs flowing like a predator stalking its prey. Bridget’s limbs were more fluid, her motions more graceful and balletic, as she removed her sports bra and leggings to reveal a maroon-colored cotton bra and thong underneath.
"Are you ready to get your abs turned to mush in a couple of weeks?" Bridget taunted, watching Eden strip off her own white tank top to reveal a black bralette underneath, unable to resist taking a dig at her opponent's well-known weak spot.
Eden just smirked in response, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "You'll have to make it past me first, blondie," Eden said, before gesturing at the blonde’s so-called “abs”, and smirking.
“You call those abs? I can’t believe you challenged me to an AMD fight at the end of the month,” Eden sneered.
Bridget smirked back, meeting Eden’s gaze. "Don’t you worry about my abs. Let's just say I've been training hard, and you’ll get a front-row view of them soon enough."
Eden shook her head and sneered, but her face turned a bright shade of pink at the thought of getting tummy-smothered by the blonde challenger tonight.
As they finished their warm-up routine, Eden beckoned her forward with a crooked finger. "Let's begin, b*tch," she said, “Hope you’re ready to get comfy in my little cozy corner. Bridget's nerves were heightened, but she squared her shoulders and stepped forth, ready to prove herself.
THE FIGHT:
Without hesitation, both girls LUNGE at each other, their bodies colliding with a resounding SMACK! Eden and Bridget wrap up fiercely, grappling for dominance, their arms and legs entwined in a tangled mess. Eden's strength and experience give her an initial advantage, as she uses her body weight to push Bridget backward.
But Bridget refuses to back down, and the tiny bedroom soon descends into a battleground of twisting limbs, strained muscles, and determined grunts for the first minute of the encounter. With a sudden lunge, Bridget grabs at Eden's hair, and the two girls tangle together, grappling for control.
Their movements are frantic and wild as they each try to gain the upper hand, reaching up to pull at any leverage they can find, including each other’s hair. Bridget's fingers grip tightly into Eden's dark tresses, pulling hard as she tries to throw the Vixen off and to the ground to snag an early advantage. But Eden is quick to counter, using her own strength to wrench Bridget's arm’s away, and deliver a stinging slap to the Queen’s cheek. The attack stuns Bridget, but not for long. The blonde immediately lashes out with her own CRACK against Eden’s face, before both women go back to mutual hairpulling and snarling.
As they struggle, the girls let out sharp grunts and gasps, their bodies straining against each other. Bridget's breath comes in short pants as she tries to twist free from Eden's grip. But Eden's hold is too tight, and she manages to land a swift kick to Bridget's thigh. For a moment, Bridget stumbles back, but then she lunges forward again, pressing herself in in a tangle of limbs, as each girl tries to gain the upper hand. It's a chaotic and intense struggle, with no clear winner emerging in the first minute of this encounter.
Soon, the evenly matched situation forces both girls into a standing catball, their bodies entangled around each other, arms under arms and legs draped over thighs. Their feet shuffle back and forth as they wrestle for control, with neither willing to give in. Bridget's hands claw at Eden's shoulders, digging her nails into the skin as she tries to break free, but Eden responds by yanking at Bridget's hair with both hands, earning several loud yelps as Bridget winces.
The strain of their struggle is evident in the way their muscles bulge and tense, sweat beading on their foreheads and already starting to trickle down their temples. Soon, Bridget gains the upper hand, delivering a sharp knee strike to the center of Eden's abdomen, causing her to momentarily falter. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bridget wraps her arms around Eden's waist and attempts to execute a takedown!
Eden, however, proves resilient. She plants her feet firmly into the ground and counters with a swift elbow strike to her opponent's back, another spiked into the top of her head to almost send the Queen collapsing to the carpet. Bridget groans, sagging immediately, wincing in pain but refusing to release her hold off Eden’s tummy.
But Eden has her own plans, taking control by wrapping a hand around Bridget's blonde locks and then yanking her down and hard to the floor. With a sudden yelp, Bridget’s face hits the musty carpet, and before she can push up from all fours, Eden has already hauled her onto her back, keeping her hands buried in blonde hair to pin her down, then straddle her twisting waist.
Bridget left to wildly flail and slap at her assailant, until she takes a wild punch straight to her face, knocking her head and back back down to the ground.
Sitting atop the squirming blonde, Eden taunts her with a smile, "You're nothing but a weakling, just like I thought. You're never going to beat me, not today, not in any AMD fight." She punctuates each statement with yet another vicious punch aimed at Bridget’s face, keeping her pinned to the carpet.
However, Bridget tries to buck Eden off her, and succeeds in throwing the Vixen off balance. But Eden merely grabs at her leg and twists it, causing Bridget to continue crawling away on all fours. "You're not getting away that easily," Eden growls, continuing to send kicks into her thighs and body, and another brutal stomp to her stomach, causing Bridget to groan in pain and curl up on the floor. Seeking an early night, Eden then grabs Bridget by the hair and pulls her up to her dazed feet. "Just a little blonde wannabe weakling, aren’t you?!" Eden spits out, before slapping Bridget across the face once more, making her head spiral to the side, and causing her to stumble back.
But what happens next, Eden wasn’t expecting. Bridget, while appearing to get her bearings, shook off the shock and suddenly CHARGED forward, bending low and tackling Eden with a shoulder to the sternum, sending both girls tumbling to the ground. Eden’s winded, allowing Bridget to straddle her hips in turn, the Queen pinning the Vixen to the ground in wicked payback.
"You're going to regret ever messing with me!" Bridget screams, before punching Eden squarely in the face.
Groaning, Eden instinctively reached out to grab Bridget by the hair, trying to throw her off balance or at least, her blonde assailant’s aim. But for Bridget, it was high time for payback, and she eagerly pressed the weight of her hips down and over Eden’s, before ramming her fist into every inch of her foe available.
Eden takes another snap jab to the nose, which knocks her head to the carpet, but just as Bridget draws her fist back to deliver another punch, a stray slap connects with the blonde’s face, with Eden’s fingernails raked across her eyes and lips for good measure. Bridget immediately grunts and gets thrown off, allowing Cohen to buck her off to the side with a forceful thrust of her hips.
Quickly, the Vixen clambors to her knees, shaking off the dizziness caused by Bridget's punches. However, Satterlee’s faster and more determined, not about to let her prey go so easily. Before Eden can grab her by the hair, the Queen has already pounced on her back, having circled to the side and wrapped both arms around her neck to LOCK in a tight sleeper hold!
Eden's eyes bulge as she gasps for air, both of Bridget forearms squeezed tightly against the soft flesh of her throat, cutting off her supply of oxygen, and her legs trying to lock around her body as well to seal the deal. Cohen, of course, thrashing wildly as her body gets laid out and pinned to the carpet, Bridget’s hot and heavy breaths blowing into the top of her head, as she tries to pry apart the grip on her faculties.
When that doesn’t work, Eden tosses her elbows backward, trying to connect with Bridget's ribs and jawline, but STILL Bridget tightens her grip, drawing a loud URKK from Cohen’s throat. The Vixen’s eyes widen in panic as she realizes the danger she's in. With each passing second, Eden feels her thrashings growing weaker and weaker, and what a humiliating end it would be to get KO’ed in the middle of her own bedroom!
Suddenly, Eden's lashes upwards and back, her fingers searching for ANY leverage whatsoever! She grabs hold of Bridget's face and squeezes and digs those sharp fingernails in, and manages to snag the blonde’s nose, both pinching and digging her nails into the flesh!
Bridget shrieks, gasping for air, contemplating swatting the brunette’s hand away but at the risk of losing her grip on her foe. But the pain soon becomes too great to ignore, and Eden manages to slip out of the hold, twisting about and ramming one of her palms up into the base of her chin, which knocks her silly to the side!
Still breathing hard, both girls manage to slowly recover to their knees before they LUNGE for each other’s hair once again, letting out sharp yowls and snarls as their fingers tangle in messy tresses and they thrash the other’s head left and right. But Eden pays Bridget back for earlier with a sudden pull in and knee lift to her lower body, another one delivered too low to be legal, near her thigh, to send Bridget heaving forward into her arms.
Licking her lips, Eden torques Bridget to the side, and slams her headfirst into a low-rise wooden cabinet. Bridget's head bounces off the surface, and falling to the side whilst clutching her head, Eden keeps her hold on one of her arms, keeping her close and stumbles backward, whilst delivering short punches to her abs, face, and chest, each one landing with a sickening thud.
"Looks like you're finished, b*tch," Eden sneers, before delivering another vicious punch to her stomach, which bends the blonde over in half with a loud HOUUUFFF.
Bridget, however, gathers her wits and instinctively lunges for the hair, pulling Eden down with her as well, before returning the favor and rocking one of her knees into the belly. Eden gasps for breath, but manages to recover quickly enough, continuing to plug away at every square inch of the blonde’s frame.
With Bridget still doubled over in pain from another body shot, Eden seizes her by the hair and drags her towards the bed. And with a quick shove, Bridget gets flipped over and onto the mattress, causing her lithe body to bounce slightly upon impact. Crawling after her swiftly, Eden manages to pin the blonde down, straddling her hips and then pinning her arms to the bed with both her knees. She grins wickedly down at Bridget, who is now at her mercy.
"You thought you could take the Queen on? Look at you now, little blondie, all helpless and defeated." Eden leans in close, her breath hot against Bridget's face. "You're nothing compared to me."
Bridget has a look of defiance on her face, as she twists and turns, struggling beneath Eden's weight, as she gasps for breath. "Get off me!" she growls, trying to push Eden off.
But Eden is too strong. "I think I'll stay right here," the Vixen purrs. "After all, it's not often I get to enjoy such a beautiful view."
Bridget scowls up at Eden, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. She tries to buck her hips, hoping to throw Eden off balance, but it's no use… Eden is too firmly anchored, and their bodies too drained of energy.
Hard slaps rain down on Bridget's face, causing her cheeks to slowly redden and her eyes to water. The force of the blows stings Bridget's skin, making her head spin to the side, disorienting her. Each open palm echoes through the room with a resounding smack, followed by one of Eden’s cackles.
"That all you got, princess?" she sneers.
Bridget grits her teeth, trying to withstand the onslaught of slaps, with the rest of her body still trapped beneath. Just as Eden leans down once again to grab her jawline and taunt her, Bridget springs into action, breaking one of her hands free and quickly cracking a stiff elbow into the side of Eden’s chin! The force of the blow sends the Israeli model reeling, throwing her off.
Surging forward, Bridget scrambles on top of her stunned assailant, using her own body weight to pin her back down into the white sheets, pressing her chest into her back and butt into her hips, before wrapping both hands around her face and chin, and PUULLLLLLLIIIIINNGGGG back…
Eden screams in agony, her body contorted in the Camel Clutch! Bridget’s come into this apartment house catfight fully equipped with some MMA moves, torquing her neck and back with the hold! Cohen tries to wiggle free or power out of it, but Bridget has a firm grip on her chin, her wrists locked and using her own weight to add to the strain on Eden’s neck…
"How’d you like that, huh?" Bridget taunts from behind, pulling back even further on Eden's chin. "Not so tough now, are you?"
But Eden grits her teeth, refusing to give up. She claws at Bridget’s thighs, trying to inflict enough pain to get her to release the hold. Then, she reaches upwards and back, snatching at blonde hair and then yanking Bridget’s head to one side. But Bridget keeps a firm hold this time, gritting her teeth as she strains to keep the pressure locked in…
"Not this time, bitchhh!” the Queen growls through clenched teeth, relishing in Eden's growing cries and labored breath, as though she may be forced to submit at any moment, or at least, pass out.
Eden gasps for air, sputtering and choking with her chest heaving up and down, and her face soon turns red from all the oxygen getting cut off from the rest of her body. Eden tries to claw at Bridget's arms, but her hands are too weak, and soon, she can barely lift her arms up. Her eyes start to roll back in her head, and she lets out a low moan, knowing that she’s this close to passing out from the pain.
But Bridget decides to add insult to injury, temporarily releasing the pressure and allowing Eden flop forward slightly, choking out spit and breathing in fresh air. But the relief is only momentary, as she quickly repositions herself, further upwards on the small of Eden’s back, before draping an entire arm around the front of her throat.
The pressure is BACK on as Eden’s contorted in half by the sitting Dragon Slayer, Bridget this time using her bulging biceps to do her dirty work of constricting the windpipe, as she torrrqqques Eden’s head and upper torso backwards...
Eden lets out a choked groan as the rest of her body bends over in half, this time forced into a half-crescent U-shape. Her proud abs are visibly contorted and shuddering from the strain, with her arms now uselessly flailing in front of her, slapping the mattress. Meanwhile, Bridget has clearly rehearsed this move on her own, comfortably leaning back, her butt planted onto Eden’s, both her knees planted in the sheets.
Eden lets out another whimper as Bridget decides to lean in close, nuzzling her lips into Eden’s ear. "I told you I'd make you regret starting this," Bridget whispers, her voice a mix of triumph and sadism.
But doing so gives Eden the chance she was waiting for: she lunges up with both hands and grabs onto Bridget's hair, yanking her off balance and causing her to tumble forward and into the sheets.
Eden quickly slides out from underneath and collapses to the bed, breathing hard, sucking in precious air. Understandably, Bridget is outraged that she almost had her foe in her clutches, and recovering fast, the Queen lunges back at Eden from across the sheets, trying to grab hold of her hair and force her into another excruciating hold, once and for all…
But as Bridget surges forward, Eden springs her own trap, immediately reaching upwards and catching the blonde mid-lunge, snagging her arm and pulling it close to her chest. Then, before Bridget can react, Eden shifts her body and slides one leg over the back of her neck, another behind her knee, which locks the blonde’s head and neck into a tight triangle choke hold. Trapped, Bridget's eyes widen in shock and fear, as she finally realizes the danger she's in.
Eden's legs are strong and muscular, and she applies more pressure, squeezing Bridget's neck tighter and tighter. Bridget's hands flail helplessly in the air, clawing at Eden's legs, but she can't find any purchase to loosen the hold. Eden's face by contrast is focused, determined, as she tightens the hold, cutting off Bridget's air supply.
As Bridget struggles to breathe, Eden keeps her arm pulled forward and stuck, and with that arm secured, she’s able to pull the rest of the blonde’s strained face over the surface of her lower belly, relishing the feeling of her lips being forced to kiss her toned abs. As she does so, Bridget's struggles become even more frantic, her face turning red as she tries to free herself from the hold. But Eden's grip is too tight, and she can feel Bridget's body kicking and twisting, but also weakening with each passing second. Eden squeezes her thighs together to cut off the rest of Bridget's air supply.
Eden knows Bridget’s in trouble the longer she forces her face into her belly. Bridget’s lips brush against that caramel taut skin, gasping for more and more air. Eden grins in satisfaction as she feels her muffled cries for help, blubbering into her tummy. The sensation of Bridget's desperate struggle and the feeling of her forced kisses on her toned lower belly fills Eden with a heady sense of power and control.
Bridget is of course trying to fight her way out, but the choke is too tight, and she feels herself growing weaker by the second. Her vision begins to blur, and she can hear the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Eden's legs are like a vice grip around her neck, and she knows that she's in serious trouble.
As Eden cinches the hold in tighter, Bridget lets out a series of choked whimpers, her face turning red as the pressure becomes unbearable. She grits her teeth, trying to fight through the pain, but the strength in her arms and legs are quickly fading.
Eden smirks, taunting Bridget as she locks in the triangle choke. "You're not so tough now, are you, blondie?" she jeers.
Bridget tries to respond, but all she can manage are a few weak gasps for air. Her eyes begin to flutter closed as her body grows weaker, and she knows that she's only seconds away from losing consciousness. Panicked, Bridget thrashes around wildly, but it's no use. Her strength is fading fast, and she can feel herself slipping away. In a last-ditch effort to break free, she reaches out and grabs hold of Eden's hair, pulling with all her might.
Eden lets out a yelp of pain, her head getting torqued to one side, but she still refuses to let go. Bridget then digs her knees into the bed and rotates her own body, ignoring the sharp pain in her joints as she makes a last-ditch effort to ROLL both their bodies forward. With a gasp of surprise, both Eden and Bridget go off the edge of the bed, forcing the break of the hold only when both women collapse to the carpet with a mutual THUD.
As they hit the ground, Bridget finally sucks in a deep breath of air, coughing and gasping as she tries to regain her strength. Eden, meanwhile, rolls awkwardly away from her, clutching at her own sides and spasms in her legs. The two women lie there for a moment, catching their breaths and trying to regain their senses after the intense struggle.
As they rise from the carpet, both winded and breathing hard, their faces are etched with rage and determination to keep going, and to be the one who finally breaks the other woman in half.
In the narrow confines of the space between the bed frame and wall, they tear into each other once more, Eden first burying a fist into Bridget's belly, but the Queen digging deep and back handing her rival across the face, which throws Eden into the hard wall, dazed.
Satterlee quickly pushes herself up from her knees, grabbing two fistfuls of hair before slamming Eden's face into the hard surface again, forcing another loud grunt, before Cohen slumps down and into her waiting arms. Bridget allows herself a tiny smirk, suddenly back in control and wanting to pay the Catfighting Queen back with some of her own medication.
Ignoring Eden's grip on her own hair, Bridget buries a low uppercut into her stomach, before repeating the move twice more: one smack to the base of Eden’s right breast before another is jammed into the base of her chin to send her head reeling back with a groan.
Fully in control, Bridget then thrusts her hips forward, shoving her own tummy into Eden's face, then shaking her hips left and right, allowing the Vixen’s parted lips to smear themselves all over her belly button.
"You like kissing my abs, Catfighting Queen??" Bridget says. ‘Told you you’d get a front-row seat by the end of the night…’
Eden groans as Bridget keeps her face glued to her tummy. She tries to struggle free, but Bridget's grip on her hair is too tight, making her completely at the mercy of the blonde's movements. Bridget keeps shaking her hips left and right, making Eden's parted lips brush over her belly button.
Eden can feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment and frustration, but she refuses to give in. "Get off me, you b*tch!" Eden snarls, finally turning her face to the side and trying to push Bridget’s hips away.
What happens next, Bridget didn’t expect. Eden’s forearm came up between Bridget’s thighs, the Vixen thrusting it upwards with devastating force and hitting Bridget's crotch with a sickening thud. Immediately, Bridget's eyes bulged as she let out a scream of agony, falling back to her knees in pain. The force of the blow left her doubled over, her hands clutched at her groin as she gasped for breath.
It was a humiliating move, leaving Bridget vulnerable and exposed, and Eden was more than pleased with herself as she spat out the taste of the blonde’s tummy. Hold her firmly by the shoulders, Eden's fist lands on Bridget's belly with a loud thud, causing the air to vibrate. Bridget grunts and doubles over, struggling to catch her breath.
But before she can even recover, Eden delivers another blow, this time aiming for her side. Bridget's body convulses violently, bending forward at the waist and folding in half as though she's been struck by a hammer blow. Her stomach muscles strain and twist, trying to absorb the force of the punch, but it's clear that the impact has taken the wind out of her.
Bridget lets out a sharp, breathless cry, the sound escaping her in a burst as her body recoils from the hit. Her head dips down, her chin nearly touching her own knees as her arms wrap around her midsection in a desperate attempt to ease the pain.
For a moment, Bridget hangs there, doubled over and gasping for breath, her body trembling from the shock of the punch. The room is filled with the sound of her labored breathing, her gasps and pants echoing through the air as she tries to recover from the blow.
Eden quickly hauls Bridget back up, still holding onto her hair with one hand while preparing the other to strike. Bridget is barely able to keep herself upright, her body doubled over in pain from the previous blows to her abs. She weakly tries to push Eden away, but barely budges the insistent Cohen.
With another slick and powerful motion, Eden slams her fist into Bridget's stomach once again, causing Bridget's body to fold in half as she gasps for air. But Eden keeps a tight grip on her hair, preventing her from falling to the ground. Instead, Bridget is reduced to a whimpering mess on her shoulder, weakly clutching at her wounded body.
Eden slides her hands up to Bridget's head, fingers tangled in her hair as she pulls her in close. Their noses touch as they stare intently at each other, Bridget's breaths coming in ragged gasps. With a smug grin, Eden begins to taunt her. "Are you ready to give up yet?" she purrs, her breath hot against Bridget's face. "I could make this all stop, you know. All you have to do is say the words."
Bridget, however, narrows her eyes. "Never," she snarls, her eyes burning with anger.
But Eden's grin only widens. “Suit yourself…” she says, before suddenly leaning in and pressing her lips against Bridget's, the kiss-smother deepening quickly as she takes control. Bridget shudders in her grasp, feeling the heat of Eden's body against hers, the taste of her lips on her tongue, and for a moment, she forgets about the fight.
It’s the final straw for the challenger, who’s overwhelmed with both pain and pleasure. Her body gives out, and she collapses into Eden’s frame, her breath coming in ragged gasps once Eden pulls her out of the lip lock. One day, the two women will be forced to contemplate the violence they have wrought, and the strange sense of satisfaction that came with it.
Eden slowly returns to her feet, pulling the spent blonde up by her hair, enjoying the soft whimpers of Bridget on every inch of her frame. Bridget is limp in her grasp, and she looks like she's barely hanging on.
“Let’s see you wrestle your way out of this one, b*tch…” Eden snarks, a final, sly grin on her face.
She flings the battered girl over and onto the bedspread once more, sending her landing spreadeagled in the center of the crumpled sheets. Still keeping her fingers tangled in her hair, she then straddles Bridget head-first, planting both knees on either side of her heaving shoulders. Lowering her full weight onto Bridget’s upper body, she uses her hands to push down on her shoulders and arms to keep her in place.
Not that Bridget was planning on going anywhere, of course, the Queen letting out a defeated whimper as portions of her body feel the pressure of her assailant above. Eden’s thighs tense up as Bridget struggles and shifts beneath her, but she remains unmoved. The sensation of having her captive's face right between her thighs ignites a lustful desire within her, and she grinds her hips down against Bridget's face, smothering her one last time.
As Bridget gasps for the last snatches of air, her nose and lips are pressed tightly against Eden's cotton briefs, inhaling the musky scent of her captor. From behind, Eden's ample rear engulfs Bridget's face, pinning her down and making it impossible for her to escape. She squeezes her thighs together, further tightening her grip on Bridget's head and engulfing the blonde’s face completely except for the sliver of her rosy lips tucked between the depths of hell.
Despite her feeble efforts, Bridget finds herself in a helpless predicament. With her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, her leverage is limited, and her attempts to free herself grow increasingly desperate. In a last-ditch effort, she slaps and claws at Eden's strong thighs, hoping to loosen the grip that binds her, but her actions yield little effect.
Eden, fully aware of Bridget's futile struggles, remains unyielding, further ramming her fists down into the blonde’s battered paunch, perhaps to soften her up further before their AMD bout in another two weeks.
Finally, Bridget succumbs to the lack of oxygen and torture, and her entire body goes limp below, and the muffled gasps and groans fade down to an eerie silence. Eden turns to one of the cameras and gives it a taunting air kiss, before releasing the tension in her own body as she leans back and lets out a deep sigh.
She had defended her little cozy corner, and would continue to do so for as long as she held breath. In the morning, blondie would awake to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes and strawberries and cream, along with an encouraging note that they should do this again sometime.
But for now, the Vixen would relish in her victory.
Official Result: Eden Cohen defeats Bridget Satterlee via Reverse Crotch Smother @ 17:15
AHW: Eden's Cozy Corner (Ep. 1, feat. Bridget Satterlee)
Eden:
(26, 5’10, VIXENs)
Bridget:
(27, 5’10, Queens of Absolution)
BEFORE:
Bridget felt a mix of nerves and excitement as she approached Eden's apartment in downtown Los Angeles. She was wearing a black sports bra and matching leggings, with her blonde hair hanging loose over her shoulders. And though she had been in plenty of wild brawls before, she had never been in a fight quite like this before.
As she climbed the stairs to Eden's apartment, Bridget couldn't help but wonder what she was getting herself into. She knew that Eden was known for her vicious catfighting tactics, and had already put Alexis Ren away multiple times, based on the reports of hearsay. But the Queen wasn't sure if she was ready for that same level of intensity. At the back of her mind, however, she wouldn't back down. Not now, not ever, especially after having accepted Eden's open challenge.
When Bridget finally reached the door to Eden's apartment, she took a deep breath and knocked. After a few agonizing seconds, the door swung open to reveal Cohen dressed in a tight white tank top and black shorts that showed off her toned abs and muscular legs. She had her long dark hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her almond eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"You're looking at the Catfighting Queen, blondie," Eden sneered, determined to start the mind games ase she sized Bridget up. "Not much to look at, are ya?"
Bridget narrowed her eyes, not intimidated by Eden's taunts. "You talk a big game, Eden but you're going to regret the open call when you're on the ground of your own apartment, begging me for mercy," she replied, calmly.
Eden laughed. "We'll see about that. But first, let's get ready."
Bridget stepped into the apartment and looked around. It was a spacious, modern-looking place, with sleek furniture and a lot of open floor space for the wrestling action. The bedroom was visible from the entryway, where she supposed most of the action would take place, and Bridget could see the queen-sized bed in the center of the room, with plush pillows and silky sheets.
Eden led Bridget into the room, where a few cameras had been set up to record the fight. This was it, the Queen thought. No turning back. She was both nervous and excited to show Eden what she was made of, and even better, to win a first title for her stable to prove that she belonged with the very best.
At opposite ends of the room, the two girls begin to stretch and warm up, each eyeing the other warily. Eden's movements are sharp and precise, her limbs flowing like a predator stalking its prey. Bridget’s limbs were more fluid, her motions more graceful and balletic, as she removed her sports bra and leggings to reveal a maroon-colored cotton bra and thong underneath.
"Are you ready to get your abs turned to mush in a couple of weeks?" Bridget taunted, watching Eden strip off her own white tank top to reveal a black bralette underneath, unable to resist taking a dig at her opponent's well-known weak spot.
Eden just smirked in response, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "You'll have to make it past me first, blondie," Eden said, before gesturing at the blonde’s so-called “abs”, and smirking.
“You call those abs? I can’t believe you challenged me to an AMD fight at the end of the month,” Eden sneered.
Bridget smirked back, meeting Eden’s gaze. "Don’t you worry about my abs. Let's just say I've been training hard, and you’ll get a front-row view of them soon enough."
Eden shook her head and sneered, but her face turned a bright shade of pink at the thought of getting tummy-smothered by the blonde challenger tonight.
As they finished their warm-up routine, Eden beckoned her forward with a crooked finger. "Let's begin, b*tch," she said, “Hope you’re ready to get comfy in my little cozy corner. Bridget's nerves were heightened, but she squared her shoulders and stepped forth, ready to prove herself.
THE FIGHT:
Without hesitation, both girls LUNGE at each other, their bodies colliding with a resounding SMACK! Eden and Bridget wrap up fiercely, grappling for dominance, their arms and legs entwined in a tangled mess. Eden's strength and experience give her an initial advantage, as she uses her body weight to push Bridget backward.
But Bridget refuses to back down, and the tiny bedroom soon descends into a battleground of twisting limbs, strained muscles, and determined grunts for the first minute of the encounter. With a sudden lunge, Bridget grabs at Eden's hair, and the two girls tangle together, grappling for control.
Their movements are frantic and wild as they each try to gain the upper hand, reaching up to pull at any leverage they can find, including each other’s hair. Bridget's fingers grip tightly into Eden's dark tresses, pulling hard as she tries to throw the Vixen off and to the ground to snag an early advantage. But Eden is quick to counter, using her own strength to wrench Bridget's arm’s away, and deliver a stinging slap to the Queen’s cheek. The attack stuns Bridget, but not for long. The blonde immediately lashes out with her own CRACK against Eden’s face, before both women go back to mutual hairpulling and snarling.
As they struggle, the girls let out sharp grunts and gasps, their bodies straining against each other. Bridget's breath comes in short pants as she tries to twist free from Eden's grip. But Eden's hold is too tight, and she manages to land a swift kick to Bridget's thigh. For a moment, Bridget stumbles back, but then she lunges forward again, pressing herself in in a tangle of limbs, as each girl tries to gain the upper hand. It's a chaotic and intense struggle, with no clear winner emerging in the first minute of this encounter.
Soon, the evenly matched situation forces both girls into a standing catball, their bodies entangled around each other, arms under arms and legs draped over thighs. Their feet shuffle back and forth as they wrestle for control, with neither willing to give in. Bridget's hands claw at Eden's shoulders, digging her nails into the skin as she tries to break free, but Eden responds by yanking at Bridget's hair with both hands, earning several loud yelps as Bridget winces.
The strain of their struggle is evident in the way their muscles bulge and tense, sweat beading on their foreheads and already starting to trickle down their temples. Soon, Bridget gains the upper hand, delivering a sharp knee strike to the center of Eden's abdomen, causing her to momentarily falter. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bridget wraps her arms around Eden's waist and attempts to execute a takedown!
Eden, however, proves resilient. She plants her feet firmly into the ground and counters with a swift elbow strike to her opponent's back, another spiked into the top of her head to almost send the Queen collapsing to the carpet. Bridget groans, sagging immediately, wincing in pain but refusing to release her hold off Eden’s tummy.
But Eden has her own plans, taking control by wrapping a hand around Bridget's blonde locks and then yanking her down and hard to the floor. With a sudden yelp, Bridget’s face hits the musty carpet, and before she can push up from all fours, Eden has already hauled her onto her back, keeping her hands buried in blonde hair to pin her down, then straddle her twisting waist.
Bridget left to wildly flail and slap at her assailant, until she takes a wild punch straight to her face, knocking her head and back back down to the ground.
Sitting atop the squirming blonde, Eden taunts her with a smile, "You're nothing but a weakling, just like I thought. You're never going to beat me, not today, not in any AMD fight." She punctuates each statement with yet another vicious punch aimed at Bridget’s face, keeping her pinned to the carpet.
However, Bridget tries to buck Eden off her, and succeeds in throwing the Vixen off balance. But Eden merely grabs at her leg and twists it, causing Bridget to continue crawling away on all fours. "You're not getting away that easily," Eden growls, continuing to send kicks into her thighs and body, and another brutal stomp to her stomach, causing Bridget to groan in pain and curl up on the floor. Seeking an early night, Eden then grabs Bridget by the hair and pulls her up to her dazed feet. "Just a little blonde wannabe weakling, aren’t you?!" Eden spits out, before slapping Bridget across the face once more, making her head spiral to the side, and causing her to stumble back.
But what happens next, Eden wasn’t expecting. Bridget, while appearing to get her bearings, shook off the shock and suddenly CHARGED forward, bending low and tackling Eden with a shoulder to the sternum, sending both girls tumbling to the ground. Eden’s winded, allowing Bridget to straddle her hips in turn, the Queen pinning the Vixen to the ground in wicked payback.
"You're going to regret ever messing with me!" Bridget screams, before punching Eden squarely in the face.
Groaning, Eden instinctively reached out to grab Bridget by the hair, trying to throw her off balance or at least, her blonde assailant’s aim. But for Bridget, it was high time for payback, and she eagerly pressed the weight of her hips down and over Eden’s, before ramming her fist into every inch of her foe available.
Eden takes another snap jab to the nose, which knocks her head to the carpet, but just as Bridget draws her fist back to deliver another punch, a stray slap connects with the blonde’s face, with Eden’s fingernails raked across her eyes and lips for good measure. Bridget immediately grunts and gets thrown off, allowing Cohen to buck her off to the side with a forceful thrust of her hips.
Quickly, the Vixen clambors to her knees, shaking off the dizziness caused by Bridget's punches. However, Satterlee’s faster and more determined, not about to let her prey go so easily. Before Eden can grab her by the hair, the Queen has already pounced on her back, having circled to the side and wrapped both arms around her neck to LOCK in a tight sleeper hold!
Eden's eyes bulge as she gasps for air, both of Bridget forearms squeezed tightly against the soft flesh of her throat, cutting off her supply of oxygen, and her legs trying to lock around her body as well to seal the deal. Cohen, of course, thrashing wildly as her body gets laid out and pinned to the carpet, Bridget’s hot and heavy breaths blowing into the top of her head, as she tries to pry apart the grip on her faculties.
When that doesn’t work, Eden tosses her elbows backward, trying to connect with Bridget's ribs and jawline, but STILL Bridget tightens her grip, drawing a loud URKK from Cohen’s throat. The Vixen’s eyes widen in panic as she realizes the danger she's in. With each passing second, Eden feels her thrashings growing weaker and weaker, and what a humiliating end it would be to get KO’ed in the middle of her own bedroom!
Suddenly, Eden's lashes upwards and back, her fingers searching for ANY leverage whatsoever! She grabs hold of Bridget's face and squeezes and digs those sharp fingernails in, and manages to snag the blonde’s nose, both pinching and digging her nails into the flesh!
Bridget shrieks, gasping for air, contemplating swatting the brunette’s hand away but at the risk of losing her grip on her foe. But the pain soon becomes too great to ignore, and Eden manages to slip out of the hold, twisting about and ramming one of her palms up into the base of her chin, which knocks her silly to the side!
Still breathing hard, both girls manage to slowly recover to their knees before they LUNGE for each other’s hair once again, letting out sharp yowls and snarls as their fingers tangle in messy tresses and they thrash the other’s head left and right. But Eden pays Bridget back for earlier with a sudden pull in and knee lift to her lower body, another one delivered too low to be legal, near her thigh, to send Bridget heaving forward into her arms.
Licking her lips, Eden torques Bridget to the side, and slams her headfirst into a low-rise wooden cabinet. Bridget's head bounces off the surface, and falling to the side whilst clutching her head, Eden keeps her hold on one of her arms, keeping her close and stumbles backward, whilst delivering short punches to her abs, face, and chest, each one landing with a sickening thud.
"Looks like you're finished, b*tch," Eden sneers, before delivering another vicious punch to her stomach, which bends the blonde over in half with a loud HOUUUFFF.
Bridget, however, gathers her wits and instinctively lunges for the hair, pulling Eden down with her as well, before returning the favor and rocking one of her knees into the belly. Eden gasps for breath, but manages to recover quickly enough, continuing to plug away at every square inch of the blonde’s frame.
With Bridget still doubled over in pain from another body shot, Eden seizes her by the hair and drags her towards the bed. And with a quick shove, Bridget gets flipped over and onto the mattress, causing her lithe body to bounce slightly upon impact. Crawling after her swiftly, Eden manages to pin the blonde down, straddling her hips and then pinning her arms to the bed with both her knees. She grins wickedly down at Bridget, who is now at her mercy.
"You thought you could take the Queen on? Look at you now, little blondie, all helpless and defeated." Eden leans in close, her breath hot against Bridget's face. "You're nothing compared to me."
Bridget has a look of defiance on her face, as she twists and turns, struggling beneath Eden's weight, as she gasps for breath. "Get off me!" she growls, trying to push Eden off.
But Eden is too strong. "I think I'll stay right here," the Vixen purrs. "After all, it's not often I get to enjoy such a beautiful view."
Bridget scowls up at Eden, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. She tries to buck her hips, hoping to throw Eden off balance, but it's no use… Eden is too firmly anchored, and their bodies too drained of energy.
Hard slaps rain down on Bridget's face, causing her cheeks to slowly redden and her eyes to water. The force of the blows stings Bridget's skin, making her head spin to the side, disorienting her. Each open palm echoes through the room with a resounding smack, followed by one of Eden’s cackles.
"That all you got, princess?" she sneers.
Bridget grits her teeth, trying to withstand the onslaught of slaps, with the rest of her body still trapped beneath. Just as Eden leans down once again to grab her jawline and taunt her, Bridget springs into action, breaking one of her hands free and quickly cracking a stiff elbow into the side of Eden’s chin! The force of the blow sends the Israeli model reeling, throwing her off.
Surging forward, Bridget scrambles on top of her stunned assailant, using her own body weight to pin her back down into the white sheets, pressing her chest into her back and butt into her hips, before wrapping both hands around her face and chin, and PUULLLLLLLIIIIINNGGGG back…
Eden screams in agony, her body contorted in the Camel Clutch! Bridget’s come into this apartment house catfight fully equipped with some MMA moves, torquing her neck and back with the hold! Cohen tries to wiggle free or power out of it, but Bridget has a firm grip on her chin, her wrists locked and using her own weight to add to the strain on Eden’s neck…
"How’d you like that, huh?" Bridget taunts from behind, pulling back even further on Eden's chin. "Not so tough now, are you?"
But Eden grits her teeth, refusing to give up. She claws at Bridget’s thighs, trying to inflict enough pain to get her to release the hold. Then, she reaches upwards and back, snatching at blonde hair and then yanking Bridget’s head to one side. But Bridget keeps a firm hold this time, gritting her teeth as she strains to keep the pressure locked in…
"Not this time, bitchhh!” the Queen growls through clenched teeth, relishing in Eden's growing cries and labored breath, as though she may be forced to submit at any moment, or at least, pass out.
Eden gasps for air, sputtering and choking with her chest heaving up and down, and her face soon turns red from all the oxygen getting cut off from the rest of her body. Eden tries to claw at Bridget's arms, but her hands are too weak, and soon, she can barely lift her arms up. Her eyes start to roll back in her head, and she lets out a low moan, knowing that she’s this close to passing out from the pain.
But Bridget decides to add insult to injury, temporarily releasing the pressure and allowing Eden flop forward slightly, choking out spit and breathing in fresh air. But the relief is only momentary, as she quickly repositions herself, further upwards on the small of Eden’s back, before draping an entire arm around the front of her throat.
The pressure is BACK on as Eden’s contorted in half by the sitting Dragon Slayer, Bridget this time using her bulging biceps to do her dirty work of constricting the windpipe, as she torrrqqques Eden’s head and upper torso backwards...
Eden lets out a choked groan as the rest of her body bends over in half, this time forced into a half-crescent U-shape. Her proud abs are visibly contorted and shuddering from the strain, with her arms now uselessly flailing in front of her, slapping the mattress. Meanwhile, Bridget has clearly rehearsed this move on her own, comfortably leaning back, her butt planted onto Eden’s, both her knees planted in the sheets.
Eden lets out another whimper as Bridget decides to lean in close, nuzzling her lips into Eden’s ear. "I told you I'd make you regret starting this," Bridget whispers, her voice a mix of triumph and sadism.
But doing so gives Eden the chance she was waiting for: she lunges up with both hands and grabs onto Bridget's hair, yanking her off balance and causing her to tumble forward and into the sheets.
Eden quickly slides out from underneath and collapses to the bed, breathing hard, sucking in precious air. Understandably, Bridget is outraged that she almost had her foe in her clutches, and recovering fast, the Queen lunges back at Eden from across the sheets, trying to grab hold of her hair and force her into another excruciating hold, once and for all…
But as Bridget surges forward, Eden springs her own trap, immediately reaching upwards and catching the blonde mid-lunge, snagging her arm and pulling it close to her chest. Then, before Bridget can react, Eden shifts her body and slides one leg over the back of her neck, another behind her knee, which locks the blonde’s head and neck into a tight triangle choke hold. Trapped, Bridget's eyes widen in shock and fear, as she finally realizes the danger she's in.
Eden's legs are strong and muscular, and she applies more pressure, squeezing Bridget's neck tighter and tighter. Bridget's hands flail helplessly in the air, clawing at Eden's legs, but she can't find any purchase to loosen the hold. Eden's face by contrast is focused, determined, as she tightens the hold, cutting off Bridget's air supply.
As Bridget struggles to breathe, Eden keeps her arm pulled forward and stuck, and with that arm secured, she’s able to pull the rest of the blonde’s strained face over the surface of her lower belly, relishing the feeling of her lips being forced to kiss her toned abs. As she does so, Bridget's struggles become even more frantic, her face turning red as she tries to free herself from the hold. But Eden's grip is too tight, and she can feel Bridget's body kicking and twisting, but also weakening with each passing second. Eden squeezes her thighs together to cut off the rest of Bridget's air supply.
Eden knows Bridget’s in trouble the longer she forces her face into her belly. Bridget’s lips brush against that caramel taut skin, gasping for more and more air. Eden grins in satisfaction as she feels her muffled cries for help, blubbering into her tummy. The sensation of Bridget's desperate struggle and the feeling of her forced kisses on her toned lower belly fills Eden with a heady sense of power and control.
Bridget is of course trying to fight her way out, but the choke is too tight, and she feels herself growing weaker by the second. Her vision begins to blur, and she can hear the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Eden's legs are like a vice grip around her neck, and she knows that she's in serious trouble.
As Eden cinches the hold in tighter, Bridget lets out a series of choked whimpers, her face turning red as the pressure becomes unbearable. She grits her teeth, trying to fight through the pain, but the strength in her arms and legs are quickly fading.
Eden smirks, taunting Bridget as she locks in the triangle choke. "You're not so tough now, are you, blondie?" she jeers.
Bridget tries to respond, but all she can manage are a few weak gasps for air. Her eyes begin to flutter closed as her body grows weaker, and she knows that she's only seconds away from losing consciousness. Panicked, Bridget thrashes around wildly, but it's no use. Her strength is fading fast, and she can feel herself slipping away. In a last-ditch effort to break free, she reaches out and grabs hold of Eden's hair, pulling with all her might.
Eden lets out a yelp of pain, her head getting torqued to one side, but she still refuses to let go. Bridget then digs her knees into the bed and rotates her own body, ignoring the sharp pain in her joints as she makes a last-ditch effort to ROLL both their bodies forward. With a gasp of surprise, both Eden and Bridget go off the edge of the bed, forcing the break of the hold only when both women collapse to the carpet with a mutual THUD.
As they hit the ground, Bridget finally sucks in a deep breath of air, coughing and gasping as she tries to regain her strength. Eden, meanwhile, rolls awkwardly away from her, clutching at her own sides and spasms in her legs. The two women lie there for a moment, catching their breaths and trying to regain their senses after the intense struggle.
As they rise from the carpet, both winded and breathing hard, their faces are etched with rage and determination to keep going, and to be the one who finally breaks the other woman in half.
In the narrow confines of the space between the bed frame and wall, they tear into each other once more, Eden first burying a fist into Bridget's belly, but the Queen digging deep and back handing her rival across the face, which throws Eden into the hard wall, dazed.
Satterlee quickly pushes herself up from her knees, grabbing two fistfuls of hair before slamming Eden's face into the hard surface again, forcing another loud grunt, before Cohen slumps down and into her waiting arms. Bridget allows herself a tiny smirk, suddenly back in control and wanting to pay the Catfighting Queen back with some of her own medication.
Ignoring Eden's grip on her own hair, Bridget buries a low uppercut into her stomach, before repeating the move twice more: one smack to the base of Eden’s right breast before another is jammed into the base of her chin to send her head reeling back with a groan.
Fully in control, Bridget then thrusts her hips forward, shoving her own tummy into Eden's face, then shaking her hips left and right, allowing the Vixen’s parted lips to smear themselves all over her belly button.
"You like kissing my abs, Catfighting Queen??" Bridget says. ‘Told you you’d get a front-row seat by the end of the night…’
Eden groans as Bridget keeps her face glued to her tummy. She tries to struggle free, but Bridget's grip on her hair is too tight, making her completely at the mercy of the blonde's movements. Bridget keeps shaking her hips left and right, making Eden's parted lips brush over her belly button.
Eden can feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment and frustration, but she refuses to give in. "Get off me, you b*tch!" Eden snarls, finally turning her face to the side and trying to push Bridget’s hips away.
What happens next, Bridget didn’t expect. Eden’s forearm came up between Bridget’s thighs, the Vixen thrusting it upwards with devastating force and hitting Bridget's crotch with a sickening thud. Immediately, Bridget's eyes bulged as she let out a scream of agony, falling back to her knees in pain. The force of the blow left her doubled over, her hands clutched at her groin as she gasped for breath.
It was a humiliating move, leaving Bridget vulnerable and exposed, and Eden was more than pleased with herself as she spat out the taste of the blonde’s tummy. Hold her firmly by the shoulders, Eden's fist lands on Bridget's belly with a loud thud, causing the air to vibrate. Bridget grunts and doubles over, struggling to catch her breath.
But before she can even recover, Eden delivers another blow, this time aiming for her side. Bridget's body convulses violently, bending forward at the waist and folding in half as though she's been struck by a hammer blow. Her stomach muscles strain and twist, trying to absorb the force of the punch, but it's clear that the impact has taken the wind out of her.
Bridget lets out a sharp, breathless cry, the sound escaping her in a burst as her body recoils from the hit. Her head dips down, her chin nearly touching her own knees as her arms wrap around her midsection in a desperate attempt to ease the pain.
For a moment, Bridget hangs there, doubled over and gasping for breath, her body trembling from the shock of the punch. The room is filled with the sound of her labored breathing, her gasps and pants echoing through the air as she tries to recover from the blow.
Eden quickly hauls Bridget back up, still holding onto her hair with one hand while preparing the other to strike. Bridget is barely able to keep herself upright, her body doubled over in pain from the previous blows to her abs. She weakly tries to push Eden away, but barely budges the insistent Cohen.
With another slick and powerful motion, Eden slams her fist into Bridget's stomach once again, causing Bridget's body to fold in half as she gasps for air. But Eden keeps a tight grip on her hair, preventing her from falling to the ground. Instead, Bridget is reduced to a whimpering mess on her shoulder, weakly clutching at her wounded body.
Eden slides her hands up to Bridget's head, fingers tangled in her hair as she pulls her in close. Their noses touch as they stare intently at each other, Bridget's breaths coming in ragged gasps. With a smug grin, Eden begins to taunt her. "Are you ready to give up yet?" she purrs, her breath hot against Bridget's face. "I could make this all stop, you know. All you have to do is say the words."
Bridget, however, narrows her eyes. "Never," she snarls, her eyes burning with anger.
But Eden's grin only widens. “Suit yourself…” she says, before suddenly leaning in and pressing her lips against Bridget's, the kiss-smother deepening quickly as she takes control. Bridget shudders in her grasp, feeling the heat of Eden's body against hers, the taste of her lips on her tongue, and for a moment, she forgets about the fight.
It’s the final straw for the challenger, who’s overwhelmed with both pain and pleasure. Her body gives out, and she collapses into Eden’s frame, her breath coming in ragged gasps once Eden pulls her out of the lip lock. One day, the two women will be forced to contemplate the violence they have wrought, and the strange sense of satisfaction that came with it.
Eden slowly returns to her feet, pulling the spent blonde up by her hair, enjoying the soft whimpers of Bridget on every inch of her frame. Bridget is limp in her grasp, and she looks like she's barely hanging on.
“Let’s see you wrestle your way out of this one, b*tch…” Eden snarks, a final, sly grin on her face.
She flings the battered girl over and onto the bedspread once more, sending her landing spreadeagled in the center of the crumpled sheets. Still keeping her fingers tangled in her hair, she then straddles Bridget head-first, planting both knees on either side of her heaving shoulders. Lowering her full weight onto Bridget’s upper body, she uses her hands to push down on her shoulders and arms to keep her in place.
Not that Bridget was planning on going anywhere, of course, the Queen letting out a defeated whimper as portions of her body feel the pressure of her assailant above. Eden’s thighs tense up as Bridget struggles and shifts beneath her, but she remains unmoved. The sensation of having her captive's face right between her thighs ignites a lustful desire within her, and she grinds her hips down against Bridget's face, smothering her one last time.
As Bridget gasps for the last snatches of air, her nose and lips are pressed tightly against Eden's cotton briefs, inhaling the musky scent of her captor. From behind, Eden's ample rear engulfs Bridget's face, pinning her down and making it impossible for her to escape. She squeezes her thighs together, further tightening her grip on Bridget's head and engulfing the blonde’s face completely except for the sliver of her rosy lips tucked between the depths of hell.
Despite her feeble efforts, Bridget finds herself in a helpless predicament. With her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, her leverage is limited, and her attempts to free herself grow increasingly desperate. In a last-ditch effort, she slaps and claws at Eden's strong thighs, hoping to loosen the grip that binds her, but her actions yield little effect.
Eden, fully aware of Bridget's futile struggles, remains unyielding, further ramming her fists down into the blonde’s battered paunch, perhaps to soften her up further before their AMD bout in another two weeks.
Finally, Bridget succumbs to the lack of oxygen and torture, and her entire body goes limp below, and the muffled gasps and groans fade down to an eerie silence. Eden turns to one of the cameras and gives it a taunting air kiss, before releasing the tension in her own body as she leans back and lets out a deep sigh.
She had defended her little cozy corner, and would continue to do so for as long as she held breath. In the morning, blondie would awake to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes and strawberries and cream, along with an encouraging note that they should do this again sometime.
But for now, the Vixen would relish in her victory.
Official Result: Eden Cohen defeats Bridget Satterlee via Reverse Crotch Smother @ 17:15
