Queens Grudge Match: Christina Chong vs Kelli Berglund

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Christina Chong
(39, 5'4", 115lbs, 0:0 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Kelli Berglund
(27, 5’3”, 104lbs, 2:6 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

BEFORE:

The pre-match conference for the long-anticipated boxing grudge match was nothing short of intense, both Christina Chong and Kelli Berglund were decked out in their fighting gear. Christina, a vision of pure athleticism, was dressed in a black sports bra and matching panties, her abs toned to near perfection. The British actress was ready for combat, her body language radiating aggression and readiness. On the other hand, Kelli was dressed in a turquoise bikini bra and panties set, her body showcasing a different kind of fitness, but every bit as ready for a showdown.

The atmosphere was thick with tension as the two Hollywood actresses traded barbs. Their biting comments were not limited to their work in the industry, but also on who deserved to be a member of the Queens of Absolution. The verbal clash was as fierce as the upcoming physical one. Kelli, slightly shorter but defiant, stood her ground against the towering and toned Christina.

Kelli, with a smirk that belied her petite stature, leaned forward on the podium, her eyes fixed on Christina. "So you think you're ready to take me on, Chong?" she sneered, all pretense of mutual respect slipping away. She glanced down at Christina’s abs, then confidently patted her own midsection. "Seems like you've spent more time in the gym than the ring," she taunted, her voice dripping with derision. "Hope you didn't forget how to throw a punch while you were busy doing crunches." The audience gasped, but Kelli just tossed her hair, her smug smile unwavering.

Kelli’s eyes then narrowed as she unexpectedly shifted topics, "And speaking of forgetting, seems like you've forgotten how to act while too busy flexing those abs of yours." The room fell silent, everyone waiting for the punch line. "I mean, your performance on Star Trek: Strange New Worlds? Rather...strange, don't you think?" A ripple of shock spread through the room, but Kelli didn’t falter. "You know, I’ve seen better emotion from a cardboard cutout. Maybe you should stick to posing for fitness magazines instead of stepping in front of a camera." The crowd erupted, a mix of gasps and laughter filling the room. Kelli's smirk widened, her gaze never leaving Christina, reveling in the tension she had ignited.

Growing tired of Kelli's disrespect, Christina did something that no one saw coming. In a swift move that showcased her superior athleticism, Christina made her way towards Kelli and threw her to the ground. The crowd gasped as Christina got on top of Kelli and pinned her down. Not stopping there, she shoved her fist deep into Kelli's solar plexus, each punch sending shockwaves through the room.

With a wild grin, Christina, keeping Kelli pinned on the ground, leaned in close. Her rock-hard abs flexing, she sneered, "Out of breath already, Berglund?" She could feel Kelli squirm underneath her, trying to break free from her grip, but Christina's superior strength and toned physique gave her a clear advantage. "Guess those abs of yours are just for show," she jeered, her gaze falling on Kelli’s midsection. The crowd roared, some with shock, others with gleeful anticipation of the brawl to come. With each passing moment, the Crypto Arena was transforming into a gladiatorial coliseum of modern times.

Maintaining her aggressive stance, Christina spared no time to rub salt into Kelli's wounds. "And Berglund," she drawled, her voice carrying over the stunned silence of the crowd, "I must say your performance in 'Now Apocalypse' wasn't exactly Oscar-worthy. More like a B-grade horror flick. Guess you're more suited to 'Lab Rats' after all." The crowd erupted into laughter, and Christina's smug smirk mirrored Kelli's earlier one.

Underneath her, Kelli squirmed uncomfortably, her face reddening not just from the physical assault but also from the blatant insult at her acting skills. Yet, despite the discomfort, there was a spark in her eyes that screamed she wasn't done yet. The Crypto Arena was just heating up, and the real showdown was yet to begin.

Kelli's voice rang out clear and loud. "You all know Christina from 'Line of Duty,' right?" A ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. Kelli continued, her eyes never leaving Christina. "Well, I must say, your performance there was... interesting. It was like watching a fitness instructor trying to act. Quite entertaining, really." The room filled with laughter and surprised gasps.

Turning back to Christina, Kelli added, "And those fight scenes? I've seen more convincing action in a high school play. But don't worry, Chong. You'll get a taste of real action tonight when I wipe the floor with you."
Kelli, though on the receiving end of Christina's wrath, fought back, showcasing her own indomitable spirit. Despite the blows to her solar plexus, she managed to squirm beneath Christina, showing resistance even in such a disadvantageous position. But Christina’s toned abs and superior strength and athleticism were too much, each punch landing with devastating precision.

FCBA Security was quick to respond to the escalating situation. They descended upon the stage, pulling the raging Christina off Kelli. The crowd watched, breathless, as the two actresses were separated, the room filled with a mix of excitement and shock at the unexpected show of aggression.

Once separated, Kelli, though clearly winded, managed to taunt Christina further. Her defiance seemed to only infuriate Christina more. But the British actress held herself back from delivering another blow. She looked at Kelli, her gaze promising a brutal showdown in the upcoming match. Christina wanted to save the satisfaction of victory for the ring, not for a pre-match conference.

After Christina stormed off, the conference came to a swift conclusion. But the imprint of the pre-match brawl was etched in the minds of everyone present. The anticipation for the match at Crypto Arena had reached a fever pitch. The audience knew they were in for a treat, a showdown between two determined and fit competitors, both hell-bent on claiming victory.

Round 01:

As the bell rang for the start of the first round, Kelli seemed more than ready to take on her fit and toned opponent. Instead of confronting Christina head-on, Kelli strategically danced around the ring, baiting Christina with a cunning smile. The crowd watched in baited breath as Kelli lunged forward, landing a quick one-two combo to Christina's mid-section. Christina retaliated but Kelli was already out of reach, her strategy clearly annoying Christina who was unable to land a clean hit.

With the crowd cheering her on, Kelli continued her tactic of hit-and-run, each time aiming squarely for Christina's toned abs. Christina, visibly annoyed, fell for Kelli’s pattern, allowing Kelli to control the round. Kelli's blows landed on Christina's midsection with a rhythm akin to a drummer beating on a drum, each hit securing more points for her. Christina, known for her athleticism, struggled to keep up with Kelli's unexpected agility.

As the first round continued, Christina attempted to regain her footing. The boxing ring was a battlefield, and Christina was a seasoned warrior, her athletic body a testament to her training and discipline. With gritted teeth, she swung at Kelli, her movements precise, her eyes focused. She took a jab at Kelli's midsection, her fists colliding with Kelli's abs with a satisfying thud. The crowd gasped as Kelli stumbled backwards, the impact of the punch evident.

Shaking off the shock from Christina's sudden attack, Kelli sprang back into action. She was no pushover, and she wasn't about to let Christina walk all over her. Despite the throbbing pain in her abs, Kelli managed to dodge Christina's next punch, a left hook that would have landed on her face. Her agility was surprising, given that Christina had always been considered the more athletic of the two.

Seeing the surprise in Christina's eyes, Kelli seized the moment to launch an attack of her own. She targeted Christina’s toned abdomen, her fists making contact with Christina's abs. Christina grunted in response, her body momentarily faltering under the assault. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers echoing throughout the Crypto Arena.

Christina, however, was not one to be kept down for long. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, she emerged stronger and more determined. She retaliated with a series of rapid jabs, each one aimed at Kelli's midsection. Kelli did her best to dodge and defend, but Christina's speed and athleticism were proving to be a formidable challenge.

Kelli was feeling the burn of the fight. Her abs ached from Christina’s relentless assault, and her energy was waning. But she wasn’t ready to admit defeat, not yet. With a renewed sense of resolve, she retaliated, her fists a blur as she aimed for Christina's midsection. Her attacks, coupled with her agility, seemed to slow Christina down, if only for a moment.

Seeing her opportunity, Kelli went in for the kill. She launched a flurry of punches at Christina’s abs, her fists moving so fast they were a blur. Christina grunted with each hit, her body bending under the relentless assault. Any normal person would have crumbled under such an attack, but Christina was not normal. She was a beast, a fighter, and she would not go down without a fight.

Just as Kelli’s energy started to wane, Christina fought back. She weathered Kelli’s onslaught, her abs flexing with each punch. With a roar, Christina pushed back, her fist connecting with Kelli’s midsection. Kelli let out a gasp of pain, her body doubling over. The crowd roared in approval. Christina wasn’t done yet. She had just begun.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the first round, both women were panting, their bodies glistening with sweat. Yet, their spirits were unbroken, their determination unwavering. The round had been brutal, a gruesome display of athleticism and raw power. Yet, it was just the beginning. The real fight was yet to come. The Crypto Arena was abuzz with anticipation. This grudge match was turning out to be a nail-biter, a testament to the athletic prowess and determination of both women.

However, the round clearly belonged to Kelli, who had managed to outfox and outscore Christina, much to the dismay of the Queens.

Round 02:

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the second round, the atmosphere in the Crypto Arena was tense. Christina Chong, determined to regain her footing, stood poised in her corner, her eyes focused on Kelli Berglund. Kelli, on the other hand, was still radiating confidence from her victory in the first round, her gaze defiant as she stepped forward to meet her opponent.

As soon as the match recommenced, Christina charged forward, her fists flying. Her first punch, a heavy right hook, landed square on Kelli’s face, bruising her cheek. The crowd gasped as Kelli staggered back, momentarily caught off guard. Christina showed no signs of stopping, her fists striking Kelli's face again and again, each hit more devastating than the last.

Kelli, despite the onslaught, managed to retaliate. She tried to revert back to her previous strategy of getting in range, landing a few quick jabs on Christina, and then swiftly getting out of range. However, Christina was prepared this time. As Kelli moved in to launch her assault, Christina met her with a bone-crunching jab to the nose that sent shockwaves through the crowd.

The impact of the jab stunned Kelli. Her vision blurred for a moment, her senses scrambled. Before she could recover, Christina launched an uppercut that connected squarely with Kelli's chin. Kelli's knees buckled under the impact, her body swaying dangerously. But Christina was relentless, refusing to let Kelli fall. Her fists continued to pummel Kelli's midsection, each hit a statement of her dominance.

All the while, Christina insulted Kelli, her words harsh and biting. She ridiculed Kelli's previous victory, belittling her attempts at defense and counterattacks. Her words were as brutal as her punches, adding to the humiliation that Kelli was experiencing. Christina was no longer just a competitor in the ring; she was a tormentor, her words as damaging as her punches.

Kelli, despite the brutal assault on her body and her pride, managed to stay on her feet. She was wobbly, her steps uncertain, but she refused to fall. She tried to fight back, aiming a few weak jabs at Christina’s midsection. But it was clear that her strength was waning. The barrage of insults from Christina seemed to be draining her mentally as well as physically.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as Christina continued her assault. Kelli, once the crowd's favorite, was now barely able to defend herself. Christina's punches were relentless, her jabs landing with a sickening thud. The crowd could only watch as Kelli was pushed further and further into a corner, her energy visibly sapping with each hit.

As the round wore on, Kelli's defences began to crumble. Christina's jabbing punches continued to land on Kelli's bruised and battered face, each hit jolting her body. Her punches to Kelli's midsection continued unabated, each one more powerful than the last. The crowd watched, horrified, as Kelli's body jerked with each hit, her ability to fight back diminishing with each passing second.

Despite the brutal assault, Kelli clung to consciousness. Her face was a mess of bruises, her nose bloody and swollen. Her body ached from Christina's relentless jabs, her midsection throbbing with pain. Yet, she remained standing, her pride refusing to let her fall. Her eyes, filled with a stubborn determination, continued to meet Christina's icy gaze.

The end of the round was nearing, and Kelli was barely standing. Her legs were shaky, her body bent at an odd angle. The crowd held its collective breath as Christina delivered one last, powerful punch to Kelli's already bruised midsection. The impact sent Kelli staggering backward, her body swaying dangerously.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the brutal second round, Kelli was still upright. However, she was barely standing, her body on the verge of collapse. Christina, on the other hand, appeared to be in full control. She had managed to turn the tide of the match, winning the round close on points.

The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and boos as Christina raised her fists in victory. She had managed to turn the round in her favor, her devastating punches and relentless attacks proving too much for Kelli. The Crypto Arena was buzzing with anticipation as the spectators braced themselves for the next round. Despite the brutal second round, the match was far from over.


Round 03:

As the bell rang to signal the commencement of round three, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the Crypto Arena. Christina Chong was clearly fired up, her eyes ablaze with a steely determination. Kelli Berglund, still reeling from the previous round, was visibly hesitant. Yet, she took her position, refusing to back down.

With a renewed vigor, Christina launched herself at Kelly. A jab to the face, a hook to the midsection, an uppercut that jolted Kelli back. Each hit was harsher, more intense than the last. Christina was relentless, her brutality amplified. She was determined to strip Kelli of any remnants of her confidence, to prove once and for all that she was the superior boxer.

The crowd watched in awe as Christina continued her onslaught, her fists moving in a blur. Every punch, every jab, every hook, echoed her dominance. She was a vortex of power, her punches hitting with a force that was as mesmerizing as it was terrifying. Christina's toned abs and athletic body were a testament to her superiority in the ring, not just in boxing but in sheer physical prowess as well.

As Christina's onslaught continued, so did her verbal attacks. She insulted Kelli's work as an actress, her words dripping with scorn. "Your acting career is as pathetic as your boxing skills," she taunted. "You don't belong in this ring, just like you never belonged on that screen." The crowd gasped at her audacity, but Christina was unfazed. She was not just fighting Kelli, she was dismantling her, piece by piece.

Despite the brutal assault, Kelli fought back. She deflected a few of Christina's punches, landed a few jabs of her own. But it was clear that she was losing. Towards the end of the round, Kelli's mouthpiece fell out, a clear sign of her diminishing strength. She was on the verge of collapse, her body bruised and battered, her spirit broken. The Queens were overjoyed at her downfall, their cheers echoing through the Crypto Arena.

In the final moments of the round, Christina delivered a late shot that landed in the pit of Kelli's stomach, causing her to double over in pain. The bell rang at that very moment, signaling the end of the round. But the damage had been done. Kelli was down, her body slumped against the ropes. The Queens erupted into cheers, their shouts of Christina's name ringing through the arena.

The third round belonged to Christina, and it was not just a victory, it was a domination. She had won wide on points, her brutality reaching new heights. She had not just defeated Kelli, she had crushed her, left her in ruins. As the crowd awaited the next round, a sense of dread filled the Crypto Arena. What more could Christina do? How much further could she push her brutality?

Round 04:

The fourth round of the boxing match between Kelli Berglund and Christina Chong was one for the books. As the bell rang, a hush fell over the Crypto Arena. All eyes were on Kelli, bloodied and battered from the previous rounds but still standing. Her eyes held a flicker of determination, a spark that seemed to challenge Christina's icy gaze. Despite her battered state, Kelli had a fire in her eyes that signaled her resolve to fight.

Christina, visibly surprised by Kelli's sudden surge of energy, took a step back. Kelli, seizing this opportunity, launched into an offensive, her fists flying with newfound vigor. Punch after punch landed on Christina; jabs to the face, hooks to her midsection, each one more powerful than the last. Christina was pushed back, her back nearly touching the ropes. It was like watching a phoenix rise from the ashes, Kelli's apparent rebirth was both surprising and awe-inspiring.

Suddenly, Kelli landed a brutal punch that sunk deep into Christina's toned abs, causing her solar plexus to quiver. The crowd went wild, the cheers for Kelli echoing through the Crypto Arena. But Kelli wasn't done yet. She followed her punch with a brutal uppercut that came out of nowhere, landing square on Christina's jaw. Christina's eyes widened in shock as she felt the impact, her body crumbling to the canvas under the force of Kelli's punch.

The referee immediately began the count, his voice ringing out in the otherwise silent arena. One...two...three... The crowd held its collective breath as Christina lay motionless on the canvas. Four...five...six...seven...eight... Christina began to stir. The crowd was silent, watching as she slowly climbed to her feet. Nine...and just in the nick of time, Christina was up, a defiant look in her eyes.

Kelli, however, was not about to let this chance slip. She moved towards Christina, her fists at the ready. Christina, still reeling from the knockdown, barely had time to raise her guards when Kelli's fist connected with her face. It was a powerful right hook, one that sent Christina staggering back. The crowd erupted into cheers, the shift in momentum palpable.

The Queens were uncharacteristically quiet as Kelli took control of the round. Their cheers were replaced with stunned silence, their confidence in Christina's victory waning. Kelli, on the other hand, seemed to have gained a second wind. She was relentless, her punches landing with a force that left Christina reeling.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the round, Kelli raised her fists in victory. She had managed to turn the tide, her brutal onslaught proving too much for Christina. It was clear to everyone that Kelli was not going down without a fight. The result of the match was no longer a foregone conclusion.

Round 05:

As the fifth round commenced, Kelli Berglund, her face still a mask of resolve despite the physical toll of the match, squared up to Christina Chong. Christina, stunned by the turn of events in the previous round, braced herself. She had underestimated Kelli, but she was determined not to make the same mistake twice.

Kelli launched into the round with the same energy she had found in the fourth, her arms a blur of motion. Christina, however, was ready this time. She sidestepped Kelli's initial punches, her own fists flying out to meet Kelli’s with a resounding thunk. The crowd roared, the energy in the Crypto Arena electric with anticipation.

Despite Christina's newfound resistance, Kelli maintained control of the round. For every punch Christina landed, Kelli returned two. Her strategy was unyielding, aggressive, and remarkably effective. Christina’s toned abs absorbed the blows, but each punch was a testament to Kelli’s determination to not back down.

As Kelli continued her onslaught, both physically and verbally, Christina seemed to falter. "Your acting's as weak as your punches, Chong!" Kelli taunted, landing another brutal punch to Christina’s ribs. Christina winced, her stagger revealing the impact of Kelli’s insult. The crowd erupted into cheers for Kelli, their excitement reaching fever pitch.

Christina attempted a counterattack, her fists flying in retaliation. But Kelli was prepared, deftly blocking Christina's punches and retaliating with a few of her own. "You should stick to TV dramas, Chong!" Kelli snarled, landing a left hook that left Christina reel back.

The bell signaling the end of the round seemed to come too soon. Kelli was clearly the dominator of the round, having landed more punches and having visibly shaken Christina with her taunts. As the boxers returned to their corners, Kelli couldn’t help but flash a triumphant smirk.

Her words echoed in the silent arena as the crowd absorbed the turn of events. "Not so tough now, are you, Chong?" she called out, her voice ringing across the Crypto Arena. Christina’s expression remained stoic, but it was clear that Kelli's words had struck a nerve.

The fifth round drew to a close with Kelli holding the upper hand, both in terms of physical strikes and mental warfare. Christina’s silent retreat to her corner was a stark contrast to Kelli's victorious strut. The match was far from over, but it was clear that Kelli was not the underdog anymore.


Round 06:

As the sixth round was about to commence, a quiet but palpable tension filled the Crypto Arena. Christina Chong, having taken a beating in the previous round, stood tall and ready. Kelli Berglund, fresh from her short-lived victory, seemed eager for more. But this time, Christina was not planning to step back.
Right at the bell, Christina lunged forward, her fist shooting out towards Kelli's face. The crowd gasped as Kelli barely managed to deflect the punch. Christina's aggression, it seemed, was back, and she was not holding anything back. Kelli, taken by surprise, stumbled backwards, her fists raised in defense.

With a predator's focus, Christina advanced, each step measured and decisive. She landed a bone-crunching uppercut that rattled Kelli, her head snapping back from the impact. Blood started to flow from Kelli's nose, and the crowd winced collectively at the brutal display of power. Christina was back, and she was here to win.

Undeterred by Kelli's attempts to guard herself, Christina shot out a series of quick jabs, each one landing on Kelli with a sickening thud. Her fists were relentless, a stark contrast to the lackluster performance in the previous round. It was a brutal sight to witness as Christina’s punches found their mark on Kelli’s toned abs.
Kelli, struggling to keep up with Christina’s fierce assault, stumbled back, her hands dropping from the sheer force of the punches. Christina, exploiting this opportunity, drove her fist into Kelli's belly, her face twisted in a vicious sneer. Kelli’s body doubled over from the impact, her breath hitching in her throat.

The tension in the crowd was palpable as Christina set her sights on Kelli's solar plexus. With a swift, brutal punch, Christina's fist made contact, the impact echoing through the arena. Kelli’s muscles tensed up, the force of the punch causing her to quiver in pain.

As Kelli staggered back, Christina seized the opportunity to end things in a brutal fashion. She sprang forward, her fist swinging in an arc towards Kelli’s already battered face. The crowd watched in horrified fascination as Christina’s fist connected with a resounding smack.

Kelli's body crumpled under the force of the punch, and she fell to the canvas, her body sprawled in a defeated heap. Christina stepped back, her fists clenched in victorious triumph, a stark contrast to Kelli's broken form. The referee immediately began the countdown, his voice echoing throughout the silent arena.
One...two...three...four... Kelli lay motionless on the ground, her breaths coming in gasping hitches. Five...six...seven...eight... Kelli made a feeble attempt to rise, but her body refused to obey, the pain too overwhelming.

Nine...ten... The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Christina Chong had won by knockout, a brutal victory that showcased her relentless power and killer instinct. The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and boos, a testament to the controversial nature of the match.

The Queens, in stark contrast to their earlier silence, erupted into jubilant cheers, their jubilation echoing throughout the arena. Christina, basking in the glory of her victory, raised her fists in triumph, a savage grin on her face. The Crypto Arena was filled with mixed reactions, some cheering for Christina’s victory, others booing in disapproval.

The end of the match left no room for doubt - Christina Chong had emerged victorious, but winning over the fans was a different battle altogether. As Kelli was helped off the canvas, a quiet determination could be seen in her eyes. This was not the end, and she was not ready to back down.

Official Decision: Christina Chong defeats Kelli Berglund via KO 6!

AFTER:

As Christina Chong stood over the fallen form of Kelli Berglund, an unspoken message was being sent. With a smug grin etched across her face, Christina slowly raised her boot and placed it on the small of Kelli's back. The crowd watched, aghast, as the epitome of Kelli's defeat was being etched out right in front of them. Christina then, with an air of casual ruthlessness, began to rub her boot in, grinding her heel subtly into Kelli's back.

"Stay down," Christina commanded, her voice echoing in the silent arena. The words, simple and straightforward, carried a weight of brutal humiliation. Kelli, prone and defeated, could do nothing but endure the weight of Christina's boot. The act was an assertion of dominance, a visceral reminder of Kelli's defeat and Christina's victory. The crowd watched in stunned silence, the abrasive moment hanging heavy in the air of the Crypto Arena.

Christina, however, was careful not to take it too far. She was aware of the crowd, aware of the dividing line between a victor's pride and needless cruelty. With a final twist of her boot for good measure, she stepped back, leaving Kelli in her wake. It wasn't about winning over fans at that moment - it was about asserting her dominance over Kelli. The crowd needed to see that Christina was not to be trifled with. And Kelli? She needed to understand that this defeat was not just physical, but also mental, a blow to her pride and self-assuredness. This was Christina's moment, and she owned it entirely - untamed and unapologetic