CBAD: Eden Cohen vs. Bridget Satterlee (AMD)
Jun 14, 2023 6:52:46 GMT -6
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Post by caspian on Jun 14, 2023 6:52:46 GMT -6
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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK
CBAD: Eden Cohen vs. Bridget Satterlee (AMD)
Eden:
(25, 5’10, 19:9 FCBA, VIXENs)
Bridget:
(27, 5’10, 0:1 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
BEFORE:
It’s a rematch in the making, as Eden Cohen and Bridget Satterlee make their grand entrance into the VIX Press Hall, situated in downtown Los Angeles, each girl emanating their unique vibes. Eden struts into the space wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a mischievous smile, while Bridget, flanked by her own Queens entourage, radiates determination and a touch of defiance, opting for a white tank top, black leggings, and cowboy boots.
The crowd erupts into a cacophony of cheers and applause as they both take the stage and strike their poses for the cameras. Later, Eden starts things off after taking her seat at the table.
"Well, well, looks like little Bridget is back to taste my abs. You missed it that much, huh, blondie? After my recent triumph in the bedroom, I can't say I'm surprised. Bridget, I hope you're ready to taste my tummy again, cos’ I plan on breaking you twice in a row,” Eden says with a dangerous glint in her eye.
But Bridget's eyes blaze back with determination from across the room, her voice dripping with conviction.
"Eden, your little bedroom title doesn’t mean a f*cking thing in the boxing ring. Your dirty catfighting moves aren't gonna save you from the beating I'm about to deliver in there. Prepare yourself for a reality check, darling, and tell your pathetic abs that it's payback time."
The atmosphere crackles as Eden and Bridget lock eyes, stepping closer until their faces are mere inches apart. More whispering taunts fill the air as the intensity builds between them.
Eden, unable to resist provocation, deliberately presses a balled fist against Bridget's tummy, a sly smile playing on her lips.
The moment Eden's fist lands on Bridget's tender midsection, a sharp gasp escapes Bridget's lips, her body instinctively recoiling from the contact. The muscle memory of pain is evident in her eyes, a brief flicker of vulnerability before she locks it away. Eden's grin widens, relishing in the sight of Bridget's discomfort.
"Does it still hurt, Bridget? I can feel the soreness radiating from your belly. Don't worry, tonight I'll make sure it throbs even more. I hope you've toughened up since then, because tonight I'm going to make you regret ever stepping foot in the ring with me," Eden hisses with a smile.
Bridget's nostrils flare with anger as she retaliates, planting her own fist firmly on Eden's belly button. When Bridget's fist brushes against Eden's toned belly, a flicker of discomfort flashes across Eden's face, her body instinctively flinching from the contact. It's a subtle reaction, but Bridget catches it and relishes in the satisfaction of getting under her opponent's skin. Eden quickly composes herself, not allowing Bridget to see any signs of weakness, but the brief reaction has not gone unnoticed.
"You think you're so tough?” Bridget hisses back. “Well, get ready for a taste of your own medicine. I'll churn your insides and leave you gasping for breath. You won't be smiling for long."
The ring official swiftly intervenes, stepping between the two fighters and separating them. He guides them back to their respective corners, the tension lingering in the air, fueling the anticipation for the upcoming battle.
Hours later, Eden and Bridget make their grand entrances into the VIX Hall & Gymnasium arena, each showcasing their own unique style. Eden struts confidently down the aisle, her black lingerie set accentuating her athletic physique. Bridget follows suit, donning a white lingerie set that contrasts beautifully against her tanned skin. Her eyes are locked on Eden, ready to exact her revenge.
Both fighters wear boxing robes, representing their respective stables. Eden's robe is black with VIX emblazoned on the back in bold red letters, while Bridget's robe is white with the Queens of Absolution logo adorning the front and back.
In Eden's corner, Alyssa Lynch and Nell Tiger Free keep a watchful eye on AJ Michalka and Kelli Beglund, the accompanying Queens, who are clearly looking uncomfortable being on enemy territory. The glares exchanged between them hint at the underlying rivalry between both stables, especially after their recent stable war.
In the ring, Eden and Bridget prepare for battle. Their fists are wrapped in white tape, their robes removed, as they stretch and get into their boxing stances in their corners. Without further ado, there’s the wave of the referee’s hand and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of AMD action!
ROUND 1:
Let the body shots rain down like thunder! The first round is a brutal showcase of how much these two hate each other, Eden and Bridget marching straight in and mutually unleashing hell on each other’s bodies, drawing audible gasps from the crowd. Their foreheads collide like battering rams before they dig their elbows to either side and get to work, fists plugged into flesh and muscle without much care for their own defenses, just ramming punches into whatever openings they find. Eden’s been in more than one of these scraps so far, protecting her sides with locked arms as she hammers at Bridget's body with a series of devastating hooks and uppercuts that find their mark and leave her breathless. You can practically hear the air being sucked out of Bridget's lungs as a series of right uppercuts jacks into her midsection, Bridget getting careless and leaving herself too open. Later in the round, Bridget fights back, landing several solid hits off Eden's stomach in turn. But Eden retaliates with malice, an unexpected hook driven across the blonde’s face to catch her off guard, leaving Satterlee stunned and momentarily off balance. It's a smart move from Eden, capitalizing on every opportunity to gain the upper hand, even if the trade off is getting told off by the referee. As the round nears its end, Eden's dominance is undeniable, leaving Bridget's midsection aching, and her breathing labored. The Queen retreats to her corner, knowing she needs to come up with a new plan to weather Eden's storm. Meanwhile, Eden revels in her early success, confident that she’s set the tone for the rest of the fight.
ROUND 2:
But Bridget comes out swinging in the second round, catching Eden off guard with a thunderous overhand punch to the chest right out of the gate! Eden was still looking smug when it happened, her guard not fully up when Satterlee blasted her to the boob, another stiff hand landing on her stomach to send shockwaves through Eden's body, momentarily stunning her. Sensing an opportunity, Bridget launches herself into a full-on assault, a flurry of fists blazing in and out of Eden's midsection, trying to tag as many of her bare fists as she can on the Vixen’s toned abs. The punches drive Cohen across the ring, and Eden ain’t smiling no more! She’s not used to being pushed around in this manner, and finds herself unable to mount a significant counterattack, lowering both arms to cover her tummy but Bridget then switches to landing hooks off her sides and ribs. Middle minute and Eden forces Bridget back with a wild swing to the head, but it’s clear these are thrown out of desperation than any real sense of strategy, and Bridget just stays clear and wades in once more, ending the round with another left-right combo that sends Eden’s body lurching backwards. Late in the round, Eden, fueled by desperation, resorts to unconventional tactics, lunging at blonde hair with her taped fingers, and reducing the action to a hair-grabbing, wild wrestling struggle on the ropes. The referee swiftly intervenes, separating the fighters and reminding them of the rules, but Cohen deftly locks up with Satterlee once more, whittling away precious seconds. Bell rings and Satterlee looks both frustrated by the Vixen’s dirty tactics, but then, all-smiles as she strides back to her corner - she knows she’s drawn her line in the sand!
ROUND 3:
Both girls continue to throw themselves at each other, meeting in the center and just throwing hooks to the sides and the stray uppercut landing flush on belly flesh, bowling the other woman over and making them back away. Eden hits the first hook to Satterlee’s stomach but immediately regrets her decision when Bridget braces for impact, squares those shoulders, and drives her own fist clean into the lower tummy, earning a loud groan and grunt from her parted lips. Eden finds herself getting backed towards the ropes once more, Bridget's follow-up punches finding their mark, the Queen choosing her shots before ramming those knuckles into flesh, targeting left, right, and center of the Israelis lean body. However, Eden refuses to back down, again blasting high to the chin in an effort to get Bridget to raise her arms and leave herself open. Cohen then slams in her own straight combos into the blonde’s tummy, enjoying the feeling of each bare fist making impact with a puh puh puh puh, causing Bridget to wince and momentarily retreat as well. The round becomes a seesaw of exchanges, with both girls taking turns and finding openings to strike, and by the end, the judges still give it to Satterlee, her clever maneuvering of her body meant that less of Cohen’s punches got through the guard.
ROUND 4:
Eden takes advantage of her reach, fighting a little smarter now that she realizes this ain’t her apartment and the ring ain’t her bedroom. She keeps Bridget frustrated with long-ranged jabs, firing on all cylinders but mostly landing on her guard. Bridget is still trying to get in close and brawl, and wants to get her mitts on Cohen’s trembling torso, but Eden pesters Bridget's arms with rapid jab combinations, attempting to distract and disrupt her defense. With Satterlee getting distracted, Eden punishes her with a sudden lunging hook to her exposed side. Bridget's body reacts instinctively, her legs, which had been planted firmly beneath her, quiver with a slight instability as her equilibrium is disrupted. But a surge of adrenaline courses through her, and she manages to swiftly avoid the next swing towards her forehead. Eden immediately pounces, thinking the blonde is hurt, and in that fleeting moment, Bridget is forced into a delicate dance of recovery. Her core muscles engage, firing with renewed vigor to stabilize her trembling form. With a quick adjustment of her footing, she manages to regain her equilibrium, reestablishing a firm foundation beneath her, which allows her to deal with Eden’s rapid strikes with poise. Last minute and Bridget still looks determined to close the distance, using her agility to slip under Eden's jabs, now bobbing and weaving with a little more caution and firing jabs at Eden’s body in counterattacks rather than choosing to strike first... Eden’s turn to get overwhelmed by the blonde’s resilience and fire, and she’s just not in the best footing to focus on defenses, getting banged to her body with meaty smacks to the bell. Close round overall for Eden still, but she could have walked away with a wider percentage if she wasn’t so reckless…
ROUND 5:
Bridget, fueled by her recent success, looks to maintain her momentum, while Eden, aware of the need to turn things around, fights with renewed vigor. They circle and trade in the first minute, fists trained low and under the guard to snag more tummy. Eden scores several at the start, much to the detriment of Satterlee, who’s still unsure if the Vixen is going to punch at her face or body, and hence failing to defend both. Cohen’s mind games start to bear fruit as she throws another feint high to Bridget’s face before slamming a stiff punch into her side, making her wince and retreat. That insufferable smirk on Eden’s face gradually returns, as Cohen stalks her backwards. But soon enough, the exchanges begin to pick up in intensity, with Bridget surprising Cohen with well-timed swings around her arms to hammer at her flanks, dishing out some pain of her own. The blonde may be the same height as Eden, but those wider hips and slightly thicker build means she can put the smackdown in some of those hooks when she wants to. And that, combined with her natural agility, means she’s slipping and ducking around Eden’s hooks and then plugging her fists into the Israeli girl’s caramel hide. Bell rings and so far, it’s been an even test of wills and determination, with Bridget edging out her rival once more to take the win this round!
ROUND 6:
As the sixth round commences, both Eden and Bridget are aware of the stakes. In between rounds, both girls look different in their corners, Eden, determined to shift the tide of the fight, has her arms up and feet primed to rush in with renewed aggression. Bridget, looking equally determined, braces herself for the impending onslaught. First minute and Eden harasses Satterlee with rapid-fire jabs and hooks, putting more strength into each punch in the hope of overwhelming Bridget. Satterlee is content with letting her foe tire herself out, defending well at first with locked arms over her body, as each battering ram of a swing makes contact, sending ripples through the rest of her frame. But a stray step has Satterlee caught between an advancing Cohen and the ropes to her side, and Eden dips low before unleashing a thunderous left hook to Bridget's ribs, bending the blonde over to the side with her face twisted in a grimace. Bridget's body buckles under the impact, stumbling backward with the air forced from her lungs. Her legs begin to wobble as she desperately tries to regain her balance, but Eden continues to hammer and hound her to her shoulders, chest, and sides, driving her deeper and deeper into an emergency state. Another bashing left-right combo across the temple has Bridget looking dazed and gasping for air, her arms hovering loose over her chest. Sensing vulnerability, Eden seizes the moment and unleashes a powerful overhand right between the arms and straight into the stomach! The impact lands with resounding force, driving deep into Bridget's abdominal region. A gasp ripples through the crowd as the punch connects, causing Bridget's body to convulse in response. Bridget's face contorts with a mix of anguish and determination as she fights to stay on her feet. Her body instinctively bends forward, as if in an instinctive attempt to shield itself from further assault, and Eden just continues swinging at her until SHE GOES DOWN!
It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Eden Cohen! Bridget is on her knees, her eyes dazed, hugging her battered body. The referee immediately begins the count above, as Bridget fights against the throbbing pain, desperately attempting to gather her strength and beat it. With each second ticking away, Bridget struggles to rise, her body seemingly weighed down by the force of that last blow.
"Stay down, blondie," Eden sneers, her voice laced with a mix of arrogance and triumph. "Your abs couldn’t handle the heat in my bedroom. They can’t handle my punches in the ring. It's over for you."
While Eden smirks at her from the neutral corner, Bridget defies her threats, slowly rising to her feet by the count of eight, her resilience shining through. Referee checks on her condition and waves for this fight to continue! There’s still a minute left on the clock, and Eden, fueled by the taste of victory, charges forward once more, determined to capitalize on Bridget's momentary weakness!
More swings and lunges target Bridget's head and body in messy fashion, Eden knowing she’s got Satterlee on the ropes and wants to just power her way to victory now. But Bridget’s made of sterner stuff managing to evade and deflect many of the incoming blows, weaving to the side as another hook is avoided, and using her footwork to create distance and frustrate Eden's attempts to put her down. The crowd watches in awe as Bridget's fighting spirit refuses to waver, despite the earlier knockdown. As the final seconds tick away, Eden launches one last desperate assault. She throws everything she has, digging deep into her reserves of strength and unleashing a flurry of powerful swings, wanting to put the Queen away for good. But Bridget has soon regained her breath, stepping back to avoid, before bashing jabs back into Eden’s tiring frame, and the bell soon rings, signifying the end of the round and the fight. Eden looks hella disappointed that she couldn't finish the job, whereas Bridget, breathing heavily but wearing a defiant smile, knows that she has weathered the storm and proved her mettle!
ROUND 7:
As the seventh round unfolds, Bridget is fully aware that time is running out and she needs to make a decisive move. First few seconds has the Queen meticulously sizing up Eden, bounding in and searching for an opening to launch her attack. With a focused gaze and a steely determination, Bridget advances, first bashing a combo into Eden’s arms, before rocking the Vixen to the midsection with a step-in uppercut. Eden’s seething, swinging back, but her hooks are easily absorbed on the arms or taken on the side stomach, which Bridget has braced for. Then, the blonde ducks under another big overhand, before stepping in and UNLEASHING one of her own, straight into Eden's gut!! OUCH!! The impact of the punch reverberates through Eden's body, crunching into her abs and sinking deep into her stomach flesh, drawing a guttural shout from the Vixen! Eden folds over herself, immediately backing away, her legs tremble, trying to regain her balance. AND HERE COMES SATTERLEE, launching into her with more rapid-fire punches, her fists blurring into every inch of her body! Eden’s in trouble, getting pushed back to the ropes, desperately covering up! But a left hook is followed by a straight right cross straight to the belly, each strike digging deeper into Eden's belly, causing her muscles to tense up and her breath to escape in pained gasps and her body to hunch forward, before a step-in uppercut finds its mark and ROCKS EDEN OFF HER FEET! DOWN SHE GOES, groaning and hugging her body, in a return KNOCKDOWN for Bridget Satterlee!!
The referee swiftly moves into action, beginning the count as Bridget steps back, a mixture of satisfaction and sweet redemption on her face. She looks tired and worn out, but her patience has finally borne fruit, as she watches Eden fighting through the pain and growing nausea, with her body no doubt throbbing all over with the desire to call it quotes. But to everyone’s amazement, Cohen slowly recovers to her feet, though her body is still hunched over against the ropes, her stomach looking reddened from all the abuse, and still snatching at deep gulps of air.
Referee asks Eden if she still wants to continue and the Vixen snarls at him to ring the darn bell. There’s still a minute and a half on the clock, and Bridget will have another chance to put Cohen away if she’s smart about this! Bell rings and HERE SATTERLEE COMES, a confident stride inwards and aiming to keep Eden cornered against the ropes for the last minute. If she can’t put Eden down for good, she can at least make it hell for the Vixen to continue into the last three rounds of this AMD fight! Bridget targets her battered midsection with jabs and crosses from afar at first, wary of Eden’s counterattacks. But as punch after punch hammers into Eden's already weakened belly, folding her over with each punishing blow, Bridget sees that her rival ain’t responding with any offense, and she steps up her attack, hammering her once-toned abs with strapping hooks, sending Eden’s body lurching left and right, before a series of well-placed uppercuts connects squarely with that bronzed navel, each punch folding Eden over into her arms and forcing the air to be expelled between her lips. Eden’s slowly sliding down the ropes, the only thing keeping her upright soon enough is her butt resting on the middle ropes, her own gloves pawing uselessly at Bridget’s shoulders and arms above! AND THAT’S IT! THE REFEREE HAS SEEN ENOUGH! He steps in to pull Bridget off Eden, and WAVE IT OFF! It’s OVER!
Official Result: Bridget Satterlee defeats Eden Cohen via TKO7!
AFTER:
Bridget wastes no time in rushing back to her corner, her face flushed with a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion. Her teammates from the Queens of Absolution stable surround her, their jubilant cheers filling the air. And can you blame them? It’s Satterlee’s first official win in the ring, and she’s won it under one of the most grueling contests and rulesets in the league!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, the atmosphere surrounding Eden is vastly different. Collapsing to the canvas, Cohen clutches her battered body, grimacing in pain. The toll of the grueling match takes its toll, and already, concerned medics are making their way to her side, while the VIX corner can all but look on.
Bridget strides over with an air of authority, forcefully dismissing the medics and asserting her control. She then locks eyes with Alyssa Lynch, her voice seething with a mix of anger and authority, "You better keep your ass out of this, Lynch, or I'll make you regret it."
Alyssa's face twists with fiery indignation, and without a second thought, she moves towards the ring apron, ready to roll in and give Bridget a taste of her own medicine. But her trainer is quicker, snatching her by the arm and yanking her back. Alyssa struggles against his grip, her eyes shooting daggers at Bridget, a fiery retort at the tip of her tongue.
Meanwhile, Eden sits on her stool in the corner, her posture reflecting the exhaustion and weariness that have taken hold of her body. Her head hangs low, supported by her hand resting on her knee, while her back slumps against the turnbuckle. Sweat drips from her brow, tracing a path down her face, while her hair clings to her damp skin. The swell of bruises and red marks on her exposed skin are visible reminders of each strike to her body, whether it be the ribs, abdomen, or solar plexus, leaving her muscles tender and her breathing labored.
Bridget towers over Eden, both hands on her hips, a daring smirk now played across her lips. “Take a good look at these abs, sweetheart. They're rock solid, unlike your weak attempts.”
Bridget's abs glisten with a faint sheen of sweat, a testament to the rigorous training she has undergone. The contours of her sculpted abdomen are well-defined, each muscle group visible beneath her taut skin. Bridget's confident posture and the subtle flexing of her abdominal muscles send a clear message to her fallen adversary.
Without waiting for Eden to reply, Bridget lunges down at Eden, grabbing at her hair and tugging her face forwards into her embrace. Satterlee takes her time, wrapping Eden up in a tight embrace, one arm under her left, using her other to snake around the back of the fallen Vixen’s head, further pulling her inwards. There’s minimal resistance from Eden, who finds herself face-first with Bridget’s glistening ab wall, and her lips puckered and pressed into her rival’s hated skin.
Bridget revels in her dominant position, forcefully yanking on Eden's hair in alternating directions. The forceful tugs create a mesmerizing rhythm, causing Eden's lips to trail sensually over Bridget's well-defined abdominal muscles. With each movement, Eden’s eyes flash with panic, the Vixen acutely aware of the sculpted ridges and valleys that she encounters, her lips forced to glide over the taut, reddened surface.
In a sudden burst of movement from the side, Alyssa Lynch's frustration reaches its boiling point, propelling her into the ring alongside Nell Tiger Free! Acting swiftly, Alyssa manages to intervene, forcefully pulling Bridget off Eden and then delivering a solid punch to her face. But before the situation can settle, chaos erupts as AJ Michalka swiftly retaliates, having slid under the ring on her own end at the first sign of trouble, and CHARGED, tackling Alyssa to the ground, before raining punches down into the brunette’s face. Tiger Free has seized her own opportunity to exact her own revenge, grabbing Kelli Berglund by the hair and delivering punishing blows to her vulnerable belly by the ropes. The actions of Alyssa, Nell, AJ, and Kelli set off an all-out brawl, turning the center of the ring into a whirlwind of fists and fury!
Meanwhile, as Bridget curses out loud and gathers herself, she confidently approaches Eden again, ready to continue her smothering torment. However, fate has other plans in store for her. Just as she gets near, a sudden, swift kick lands squarely on Bridget's stomach, Eden unleashing the straight kick and sending her crashing to the canvas, the Vixen still smirking through her smothered out features.
The ring is transformed into a tempestuous arena of frenzied mayhem as officials desperately attempt to restore order. In the midst of the intense chaos, Alyssa unleashes a devastating blow, her fist colliding with AJ's nose and releasing a torrent of crimson that paints the canvas, with the Queen’s pained cries mingling with the uproar. Simultaneously, against the turnbuckle, Kelli retaliates with brutal knee strikes to Nell's trembling midsection, evoking groans of agony.
The clash of wills escalates until the brawling fighters are finally torn apart by vigilant officials, each bearing the scars of their heated confrontations. Even in the aftermath, the fiery rivalry between Eden and Bridget refuses to dissipate, their taunts and jeers echoing across the ring as they struggle against the restraints of the officials, each woman desperately yearning for a chance to resume their bitter feud.
CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK
CBAD: Eden Cohen vs. Bridget Satterlee (AMD)
Eden:
(25, 5’10, 19:9 FCBA, VIXENs)
Bridget:
(27, 5’10, 0:1 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
BEFORE:
It’s a rematch in the making, as Eden Cohen and Bridget Satterlee make their grand entrance into the VIX Press Hall, situated in downtown Los Angeles, each girl emanating their unique vibes. Eden struts into the space wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and a mischievous smile, while Bridget, flanked by her own Queens entourage, radiates determination and a touch of defiance, opting for a white tank top, black leggings, and cowboy boots.
The crowd erupts into a cacophony of cheers and applause as they both take the stage and strike their poses for the cameras. Later, Eden starts things off after taking her seat at the table.
"Well, well, looks like little Bridget is back to taste my abs. You missed it that much, huh, blondie? After my recent triumph in the bedroom, I can't say I'm surprised. Bridget, I hope you're ready to taste my tummy again, cos’ I plan on breaking you twice in a row,” Eden says with a dangerous glint in her eye.
But Bridget's eyes blaze back with determination from across the room, her voice dripping with conviction.
"Eden, your little bedroom title doesn’t mean a f*cking thing in the boxing ring. Your dirty catfighting moves aren't gonna save you from the beating I'm about to deliver in there. Prepare yourself for a reality check, darling, and tell your pathetic abs that it's payback time."
The atmosphere crackles as Eden and Bridget lock eyes, stepping closer until their faces are mere inches apart. More whispering taunts fill the air as the intensity builds between them.
Eden, unable to resist provocation, deliberately presses a balled fist against Bridget's tummy, a sly smile playing on her lips.
The moment Eden's fist lands on Bridget's tender midsection, a sharp gasp escapes Bridget's lips, her body instinctively recoiling from the contact. The muscle memory of pain is evident in her eyes, a brief flicker of vulnerability before she locks it away. Eden's grin widens, relishing in the sight of Bridget's discomfort.
"Does it still hurt, Bridget? I can feel the soreness radiating from your belly. Don't worry, tonight I'll make sure it throbs even more. I hope you've toughened up since then, because tonight I'm going to make you regret ever stepping foot in the ring with me," Eden hisses with a smile.
Bridget's nostrils flare with anger as she retaliates, planting her own fist firmly on Eden's belly button. When Bridget's fist brushes against Eden's toned belly, a flicker of discomfort flashes across Eden's face, her body instinctively flinching from the contact. It's a subtle reaction, but Bridget catches it and relishes in the satisfaction of getting under her opponent's skin. Eden quickly composes herself, not allowing Bridget to see any signs of weakness, but the brief reaction has not gone unnoticed.
"You think you're so tough?” Bridget hisses back. “Well, get ready for a taste of your own medicine. I'll churn your insides and leave you gasping for breath. You won't be smiling for long."
The ring official swiftly intervenes, stepping between the two fighters and separating them. He guides them back to their respective corners, the tension lingering in the air, fueling the anticipation for the upcoming battle.
Hours later, Eden and Bridget make their grand entrances into the VIX Hall & Gymnasium arena, each showcasing their own unique style. Eden struts confidently down the aisle, her black lingerie set accentuating her athletic physique. Bridget follows suit, donning a white lingerie set that contrasts beautifully against her tanned skin. Her eyes are locked on Eden, ready to exact her revenge.
Both fighters wear boxing robes, representing their respective stables. Eden's robe is black with VIX emblazoned on the back in bold red letters, while Bridget's robe is white with the Queens of Absolution logo adorning the front and back.
In Eden's corner, Alyssa Lynch and Nell Tiger Free keep a watchful eye on AJ Michalka and Kelli Beglund, the accompanying Queens, who are clearly looking uncomfortable being on enemy territory. The glares exchanged between them hint at the underlying rivalry between both stables, especially after their recent stable war.
In the ring, Eden and Bridget prepare for battle. Their fists are wrapped in white tape, their robes removed, as they stretch and get into their boxing stances in their corners. Without further ado, there’s the wave of the referee’s hand and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of AMD action!
ROUND 1:
Let the body shots rain down like thunder! The first round is a brutal showcase of how much these two hate each other, Eden and Bridget marching straight in and mutually unleashing hell on each other’s bodies, drawing audible gasps from the crowd. Their foreheads collide like battering rams before they dig their elbows to either side and get to work, fists plugged into flesh and muscle without much care for their own defenses, just ramming punches into whatever openings they find. Eden’s been in more than one of these scraps so far, protecting her sides with locked arms as she hammers at Bridget's body with a series of devastating hooks and uppercuts that find their mark and leave her breathless. You can practically hear the air being sucked out of Bridget's lungs as a series of right uppercuts jacks into her midsection, Bridget getting careless and leaving herself too open. Later in the round, Bridget fights back, landing several solid hits off Eden's stomach in turn. But Eden retaliates with malice, an unexpected hook driven across the blonde’s face to catch her off guard, leaving Satterlee stunned and momentarily off balance. It's a smart move from Eden, capitalizing on every opportunity to gain the upper hand, even if the trade off is getting told off by the referee. As the round nears its end, Eden's dominance is undeniable, leaving Bridget's midsection aching, and her breathing labored. The Queen retreats to her corner, knowing she needs to come up with a new plan to weather Eden's storm. Meanwhile, Eden revels in her early success, confident that she’s set the tone for the rest of the fight.
ROUND 2:
But Bridget comes out swinging in the second round, catching Eden off guard with a thunderous overhand punch to the chest right out of the gate! Eden was still looking smug when it happened, her guard not fully up when Satterlee blasted her to the boob, another stiff hand landing on her stomach to send shockwaves through Eden's body, momentarily stunning her. Sensing an opportunity, Bridget launches herself into a full-on assault, a flurry of fists blazing in and out of Eden's midsection, trying to tag as many of her bare fists as she can on the Vixen’s toned abs. The punches drive Cohen across the ring, and Eden ain’t smiling no more! She’s not used to being pushed around in this manner, and finds herself unable to mount a significant counterattack, lowering both arms to cover her tummy but Bridget then switches to landing hooks off her sides and ribs. Middle minute and Eden forces Bridget back with a wild swing to the head, but it’s clear these are thrown out of desperation than any real sense of strategy, and Bridget just stays clear and wades in once more, ending the round with another left-right combo that sends Eden’s body lurching backwards. Late in the round, Eden, fueled by desperation, resorts to unconventional tactics, lunging at blonde hair with her taped fingers, and reducing the action to a hair-grabbing, wild wrestling struggle on the ropes. The referee swiftly intervenes, separating the fighters and reminding them of the rules, but Cohen deftly locks up with Satterlee once more, whittling away precious seconds. Bell rings and Satterlee looks both frustrated by the Vixen’s dirty tactics, but then, all-smiles as she strides back to her corner - she knows she’s drawn her line in the sand!
ROUND 3:
Both girls continue to throw themselves at each other, meeting in the center and just throwing hooks to the sides and the stray uppercut landing flush on belly flesh, bowling the other woman over and making them back away. Eden hits the first hook to Satterlee’s stomach but immediately regrets her decision when Bridget braces for impact, squares those shoulders, and drives her own fist clean into the lower tummy, earning a loud groan and grunt from her parted lips. Eden finds herself getting backed towards the ropes once more, Bridget's follow-up punches finding their mark, the Queen choosing her shots before ramming those knuckles into flesh, targeting left, right, and center of the Israelis lean body. However, Eden refuses to back down, again blasting high to the chin in an effort to get Bridget to raise her arms and leave herself open. Cohen then slams in her own straight combos into the blonde’s tummy, enjoying the feeling of each bare fist making impact with a puh puh puh puh, causing Bridget to wince and momentarily retreat as well. The round becomes a seesaw of exchanges, with both girls taking turns and finding openings to strike, and by the end, the judges still give it to Satterlee, her clever maneuvering of her body meant that less of Cohen’s punches got through the guard.
ROUND 4:
Eden takes advantage of her reach, fighting a little smarter now that she realizes this ain’t her apartment and the ring ain’t her bedroom. She keeps Bridget frustrated with long-ranged jabs, firing on all cylinders but mostly landing on her guard. Bridget is still trying to get in close and brawl, and wants to get her mitts on Cohen’s trembling torso, but Eden pesters Bridget's arms with rapid jab combinations, attempting to distract and disrupt her defense. With Satterlee getting distracted, Eden punishes her with a sudden lunging hook to her exposed side. Bridget's body reacts instinctively, her legs, which had been planted firmly beneath her, quiver with a slight instability as her equilibrium is disrupted. But a surge of adrenaline courses through her, and she manages to swiftly avoid the next swing towards her forehead. Eden immediately pounces, thinking the blonde is hurt, and in that fleeting moment, Bridget is forced into a delicate dance of recovery. Her core muscles engage, firing with renewed vigor to stabilize her trembling form. With a quick adjustment of her footing, she manages to regain her equilibrium, reestablishing a firm foundation beneath her, which allows her to deal with Eden’s rapid strikes with poise. Last minute and Bridget still looks determined to close the distance, using her agility to slip under Eden's jabs, now bobbing and weaving with a little more caution and firing jabs at Eden’s body in counterattacks rather than choosing to strike first... Eden’s turn to get overwhelmed by the blonde’s resilience and fire, and she’s just not in the best footing to focus on defenses, getting banged to her body with meaty smacks to the bell. Close round overall for Eden still, but she could have walked away with a wider percentage if she wasn’t so reckless…
ROUND 5:
Bridget, fueled by her recent success, looks to maintain her momentum, while Eden, aware of the need to turn things around, fights with renewed vigor. They circle and trade in the first minute, fists trained low and under the guard to snag more tummy. Eden scores several at the start, much to the detriment of Satterlee, who’s still unsure if the Vixen is going to punch at her face or body, and hence failing to defend both. Cohen’s mind games start to bear fruit as she throws another feint high to Bridget’s face before slamming a stiff punch into her side, making her wince and retreat. That insufferable smirk on Eden’s face gradually returns, as Cohen stalks her backwards. But soon enough, the exchanges begin to pick up in intensity, with Bridget surprising Cohen with well-timed swings around her arms to hammer at her flanks, dishing out some pain of her own. The blonde may be the same height as Eden, but those wider hips and slightly thicker build means she can put the smackdown in some of those hooks when she wants to. And that, combined with her natural agility, means she’s slipping and ducking around Eden’s hooks and then plugging her fists into the Israeli girl’s caramel hide. Bell rings and so far, it’s been an even test of wills and determination, with Bridget edging out her rival once more to take the win this round!
ROUND 6:
As the sixth round commences, both Eden and Bridget are aware of the stakes. In between rounds, both girls look different in their corners, Eden, determined to shift the tide of the fight, has her arms up and feet primed to rush in with renewed aggression. Bridget, looking equally determined, braces herself for the impending onslaught. First minute and Eden harasses Satterlee with rapid-fire jabs and hooks, putting more strength into each punch in the hope of overwhelming Bridget. Satterlee is content with letting her foe tire herself out, defending well at first with locked arms over her body, as each battering ram of a swing makes contact, sending ripples through the rest of her frame. But a stray step has Satterlee caught between an advancing Cohen and the ropes to her side, and Eden dips low before unleashing a thunderous left hook to Bridget's ribs, bending the blonde over to the side with her face twisted in a grimace. Bridget's body buckles under the impact, stumbling backward with the air forced from her lungs. Her legs begin to wobble as she desperately tries to regain her balance, but Eden continues to hammer and hound her to her shoulders, chest, and sides, driving her deeper and deeper into an emergency state. Another bashing left-right combo across the temple has Bridget looking dazed and gasping for air, her arms hovering loose over her chest. Sensing vulnerability, Eden seizes the moment and unleashes a powerful overhand right between the arms and straight into the stomach! The impact lands with resounding force, driving deep into Bridget's abdominal region. A gasp ripples through the crowd as the punch connects, causing Bridget's body to convulse in response. Bridget's face contorts with a mix of anguish and determination as she fights to stay on her feet. Her body instinctively bends forward, as if in an instinctive attempt to shield itself from further assault, and Eden just continues swinging at her until SHE GOES DOWN!
It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Eden Cohen! Bridget is on her knees, her eyes dazed, hugging her battered body. The referee immediately begins the count above, as Bridget fights against the throbbing pain, desperately attempting to gather her strength and beat it. With each second ticking away, Bridget struggles to rise, her body seemingly weighed down by the force of that last blow.
"Stay down, blondie," Eden sneers, her voice laced with a mix of arrogance and triumph. "Your abs couldn’t handle the heat in my bedroom. They can’t handle my punches in the ring. It's over for you."
While Eden smirks at her from the neutral corner, Bridget defies her threats, slowly rising to her feet by the count of eight, her resilience shining through. Referee checks on her condition and waves for this fight to continue! There’s still a minute left on the clock, and Eden, fueled by the taste of victory, charges forward once more, determined to capitalize on Bridget's momentary weakness!
More swings and lunges target Bridget's head and body in messy fashion, Eden knowing she’s got Satterlee on the ropes and wants to just power her way to victory now. But Bridget’s made of sterner stuff managing to evade and deflect many of the incoming blows, weaving to the side as another hook is avoided, and using her footwork to create distance and frustrate Eden's attempts to put her down. The crowd watches in awe as Bridget's fighting spirit refuses to waver, despite the earlier knockdown. As the final seconds tick away, Eden launches one last desperate assault. She throws everything she has, digging deep into her reserves of strength and unleashing a flurry of powerful swings, wanting to put the Queen away for good. But Bridget has soon regained her breath, stepping back to avoid, before bashing jabs back into Eden’s tiring frame, and the bell soon rings, signifying the end of the round and the fight. Eden looks hella disappointed that she couldn't finish the job, whereas Bridget, breathing heavily but wearing a defiant smile, knows that she has weathered the storm and proved her mettle!
ROUND 7:
As the seventh round unfolds, Bridget is fully aware that time is running out and she needs to make a decisive move. First few seconds has the Queen meticulously sizing up Eden, bounding in and searching for an opening to launch her attack. With a focused gaze and a steely determination, Bridget advances, first bashing a combo into Eden’s arms, before rocking the Vixen to the midsection with a step-in uppercut. Eden’s seething, swinging back, but her hooks are easily absorbed on the arms or taken on the side stomach, which Bridget has braced for. Then, the blonde ducks under another big overhand, before stepping in and UNLEASHING one of her own, straight into Eden's gut!! OUCH!! The impact of the punch reverberates through Eden's body, crunching into her abs and sinking deep into her stomach flesh, drawing a guttural shout from the Vixen! Eden folds over herself, immediately backing away, her legs tremble, trying to regain her balance. AND HERE COMES SATTERLEE, launching into her with more rapid-fire punches, her fists blurring into every inch of her body! Eden’s in trouble, getting pushed back to the ropes, desperately covering up! But a left hook is followed by a straight right cross straight to the belly, each strike digging deeper into Eden's belly, causing her muscles to tense up and her breath to escape in pained gasps and her body to hunch forward, before a step-in uppercut finds its mark and ROCKS EDEN OFF HER FEET! DOWN SHE GOES, groaning and hugging her body, in a return KNOCKDOWN for Bridget Satterlee!!
The referee swiftly moves into action, beginning the count as Bridget steps back, a mixture of satisfaction and sweet redemption on her face. She looks tired and worn out, but her patience has finally borne fruit, as she watches Eden fighting through the pain and growing nausea, with her body no doubt throbbing all over with the desire to call it quotes. But to everyone’s amazement, Cohen slowly recovers to her feet, though her body is still hunched over against the ropes, her stomach looking reddened from all the abuse, and still snatching at deep gulps of air.
Referee asks Eden if she still wants to continue and the Vixen snarls at him to ring the darn bell. There’s still a minute and a half on the clock, and Bridget will have another chance to put Cohen away if she’s smart about this! Bell rings and HERE SATTERLEE COMES, a confident stride inwards and aiming to keep Eden cornered against the ropes for the last minute. If she can’t put Eden down for good, she can at least make it hell for the Vixen to continue into the last three rounds of this AMD fight! Bridget targets her battered midsection with jabs and crosses from afar at first, wary of Eden’s counterattacks. But as punch after punch hammers into Eden's already weakened belly, folding her over with each punishing blow, Bridget sees that her rival ain’t responding with any offense, and she steps up her attack, hammering her once-toned abs with strapping hooks, sending Eden’s body lurching left and right, before a series of well-placed uppercuts connects squarely with that bronzed navel, each punch folding Eden over into her arms and forcing the air to be expelled between her lips. Eden’s slowly sliding down the ropes, the only thing keeping her upright soon enough is her butt resting on the middle ropes, her own gloves pawing uselessly at Bridget’s shoulders and arms above! AND THAT’S IT! THE REFEREE HAS SEEN ENOUGH! He steps in to pull Bridget off Eden, and WAVE IT OFF! It’s OVER!
Official Result: Bridget Satterlee defeats Eden Cohen via TKO7!
AFTER:
Bridget wastes no time in rushing back to her corner, her face flushed with a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion. Her teammates from the Queens of Absolution stable surround her, their jubilant cheers filling the air. And can you blame them? It’s Satterlee’s first official win in the ring, and she’s won it under one of the most grueling contests and rulesets in the league!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, the atmosphere surrounding Eden is vastly different. Collapsing to the canvas, Cohen clutches her battered body, grimacing in pain. The toll of the grueling match takes its toll, and already, concerned medics are making their way to her side, while the VIX corner can all but look on.
Bridget strides over with an air of authority, forcefully dismissing the medics and asserting her control. She then locks eyes with Alyssa Lynch, her voice seething with a mix of anger and authority, "You better keep your ass out of this, Lynch, or I'll make you regret it."
Alyssa's face twists with fiery indignation, and without a second thought, she moves towards the ring apron, ready to roll in and give Bridget a taste of her own medicine. But her trainer is quicker, snatching her by the arm and yanking her back. Alyssa struggles against his grip, her eyes shooting daggers at Bridget, a fiery retort at the tip of her tongue.
Meanwhile, Eden sits on her stool in the corner, her posture reflecting the exhaustion and weariness that have taken hold of her body. Her head hangs low, supported by her hand resting on her knee, while her back slumps against the turnbuckle. Sweat drips from her brow, tracing a path down her face, while her hair clings to her damp skin. The swell of bruises and red marks on her exposed skin are visible reminders of each strike to her body, whether it be the ribs, abdomen, or solar plexus, leaving her muscles tender and her breathing labored.
Bridget towers over Eden, both hands on her hips, a daring smirk now played across her lips. “Take a good look at these abs, sweetheart. They're rock solid, unlike your weak attempts.”
Bridget's abs glisten with a faint sheen of sweat, a testament to the rigorous training she has undergone. The contours of her sculpted abdomen are well-defined, each muscle group visible beneath her taut skin. Bridget's confident posture and the subtle flexing of her abdominal muscles send a clear message to her fallen adversary.
Without waiting for Eden to reply, Bridget lunges down at Eden, grabbing at her hair and tugging her face forwards into her embrace. Satterlee takes her time, wrapping Eden up in a tight embrace, one arm under her left, using her other to snake around the back of the fallen Vixen’s head, further pulling her inwards. There’s minimal resistance from Eden, who finds herself face-first with Bridget’s glistening ab wall, and her lips puckered and pressed into her rival’s hated skin.
Bridget revels in her dominant position, forcefully yanking on Eden's hair in alternating directions. The forceful tugs create a mesmerizing rhythm, causing Eden's lips to trail sensually over Bridget's well-defined abdominal muscles. With each movement, Eden’s eyes flash with panic, the Vixen acutely aware of the sculpted ridges and valleys that she encounters, her lips forced to glide over the taut, reddened surface.
In a sudden burst of movement from the side, Alyssa Lynch's frustration reaches its boiling point, propelling her into the ring alongside Nell Tiger Free! Acting swiftly, Alyssa manages to intervene, forcefully pulling Bridget off Eden and then delivering a solid punch to her face. But before the situation can settle, chaos erupts as AJ Michalka swiftly retaliates, having slid under the ring on her own end at the first sign of trouble, and CHARGED, tackling Alyssa to the ground, before raining punches down into the brunette’s face. Tiger Free has seized her own opportunity to exact her own revenge, grabbing Kelli Berglund by the hair and delivering punishing blows to her vulnerable belly by the ropes. The actions of Alyssa, Nell, AJ, and Kelli set off an all-out brawl, turning the center of the ring into a whirlwind of fists and fury!
Meanwhile, as Bridget curses out loud and gathers herself, she confidently approaches Eden again, ready to continue her smothering torment. However, fate has other plans in store for her. Just as she gets near, a sudden, swift kick lands squarely on Bridget's stomach, Eden unleashing the straight kick and sending her crashing to the canvas, the Vixen still smirking through her smothered out features.
The ring is transformed into a tempestuous arena of frenzied mayhem as officials desperately attempt to restore order. In the midst of the intense chaos, Alyssa unleashes a devastating blow, her fist colliding with AJ's nose and releasing a torrent of crimson that paints the canvas, with the Queen’s pained cries mingling with the uproar. Simultaneously, against the turnbuckle, Kelli retaliates with brutal knee strikes to Nell's trembling midsection, evoking groans of agony.
The clash of wills escalates until the brawling fighters are finally torn apart by vigilant officials, each bearing the scars of their heated confrontations. Even in the aftermath, the fiery rivalry between Eden and Bridget refuses to dissipate, their taunts and jeers echoing across the ring as they struggle against the restraints of the officials, each woman desperately yearning for a chance to resume their bitter feud.
