Queen of Fates - Taylor Swift vs Emily DiDonato (Fates vs Fates)
Taylor Swift: 34 years old, 5’11”, 90-44 since 2009, Fates Boxing, Tractorpull Hall of Fame Inductee, Lightweight Champion, Mistress of the Body Saddle
Emily DiDonato: 32 years old, 5’10”, since 2017, 70-33 since 2017, Fates Boxing, Queen of Fates
Results: Lookout
Words: Fates
Before:
Bragging rights for the claim of Queen of Fates is on the line as challenger and birthday girl Taylor Swift takes on current queen Emily DiDonato. The blonde and brunette duo have made their dislike for each other clear with a grueling best of seven series that saw Emily winning and claiming the title of queen of Fates but the two women aren’t done with each other or their accomplishments yet. Both women have achieved incredible feats during their careers and the DiDonato vs Swift fights always draws a crowd. DiDo won her second lineal title before Swift but the blonde just recaptured lightweight gold and is a member of the hall of fame. Emily won the queen of Fates title by defeating Taylor earlier this year but the Goshen Goddess has stumbled lately and has only won one of her last seven fights and has been humiliated by Kate Upton, Blake Lively, Kelsey Merritt, and Taylor Swift. DiDonato may have the Queen of Fates tiara and a record of defeating Swift when it matters but all eyes are on the Goshen Goddess as she looks to be in a freefall.
After a banner year for herself with another lightweight title win and the biggest tour in music history making her a billionaire, Taylor has arranged for Hard Rock Stadium to have sand brought in to make the ring out of sand and turn this into a stadium battle on the beach. DiDo is favored on the beach beating Swift before but the blonde is on another surge upward in her career and the Goshen Goddess needs to stop her losing skid by any means necessary. The press room has a line of security between where the two women will sit to keep the fight from happening too early.
The Goshen Goddess is the first woman to make her way into the press room and the brunette stands in a black sports bra and matching spandex bottoms with the queen of Fates tiara on her head, the model not afraid to show off her stunning features for the press conference. The Pop Princess steps into the room with a red sports bra and matching spandex bottoms, the blonde glaring at the brunette and the younger girl matches her intensity and the two women sit down.
Both women have traded countless insults and verbal barbs over their fights but the two women never met on Taylor’s birthday. Emily picks up the microphone first and the brunette stares daggers at the blonde.
“I know the past several fights have been hard for me.” Emily says. “I’ve been battered and humiliated. I have lost to girls I should have beaten. But the consistent theme has been you Taylor. You have been a thorn in my side. You have made my life hell. You may be a hall of famer who had the best year in music ever but the one thing I am going to prove tonight is that I f*cking own you. I don’t care it’s your birthday. I am going to dominate you. I am going to destroy you. And I am going to walk out with this tiara on my head. I am done with you and Blake acting like you are the hottestthing in the FBCA. When I am done with you on your special day, I will put down that cocky new girl Solveig.”
Taylor lifts up her mic and rolls her wrist around, the blonde taking her time moving her mic to her face. “Emily, do you know what separates you from me?” Taylor asks. “I bounce back. You don’t. I lost that tiara to you earlier this year. But I had the best tour in history and became a billionaire. I won my second lightweight title. I’ve shut down the body saddle challengers. I came back from my loss to you and humiliated you. You are a has been model who isn’t active any more. I will destroy you tonight. I will destroy your dignity. I will send you back to the depths of irrelevancy where you belong. You will be broken. And I will do all that on your so called home field in a beach.”
DiDonato stares back at Swift. “Remember I ended your record setting lightweight title reign. Remember I denied you entry into the hall of fame in your first eligible fight. Remember I knocked you out earlier this year to win this tiara. When the spotlight is on us I own you and you are my b*tch.”
Swift stands up, her eyes blazing. “You b*tch!” the blonde screams and she walks over to the security line who holds her back. “You’re dead tonight!”
DiDonato stands up and moves towards the singer but the security guards move towards her and the two women are ushered out of different doors and the fighting will have to wait until the fight.
Hard Rock Stadium is sold out and holds even more fans standing next to the ring for the singer’s birthday bash. The singer brought in sand from the nearby beaches to turn the ring and walkway into a sandy paradise with torches lighting the way to the ropes. The announcer hops on the microphone.
“And now, for the main event, for the title of Queen of Fates.” The crowd cheers. “Introducing first, standing at 5’10” with a record of 70 wins and 33 losses since 2017.” The crowd starts to boo. “She is a two time lightweight champion, one time JMDD champion, and the current queen of Fates, the Goshen Goddess, Emily DiDonato!” The boos rain down as Emily steps out onto the sandy walkway, the brunette ditching her robe to reveal a skimpy blue bikini set with matching gloves, her queen of Fates tiara on her head. The brunette as always not afraid to show off her modeling figure and doesn’t pay the boos any attention. DiDonato strides to the ring, the model pacing about as she waits for Swift.
The announcer grabs the mic again. “And her opponent. Standing at 5’11” with a record of 90 wins and 44 losses since 2008.” The crowd starts to grow louder. “She is a two time lightweight champion and currently holds the title, she is the mistress of the body saddle, hall of fame inductee, the Pop Princess, the birthday girl Taylor Swift!” The crowd explodes as Taylor steps out into the spotlight and the blonde is wearing a tight fitting silver bikini set with matching gloves, the bikini bottoms showing off her long stems and leaving little to the crowd’s imagination. Taylor has her lightweight title around her waist and her body saddle over her shoulder, the blonde strutting toward the ring with a purpose before removing her titles and raising them to the cheers of the crowd. She hands off her titles to Blake Lively and points at Emily’s tiara. The brunette pounds her jugs, “This is my stable and my tiara!” The ref gets between the two girls and asks Emily to take off her tiara and she obliges after one last look and the ref holds up the prize of the night before handing it to one of the officials outside the ring to put it on the pedestal next to the ring.
The two women stare each other down, no love lost between the two and while there are no special rules tonight other than fighting on a sandy makeshift beach, these two women are known for having fights without interference from the referees. The bell rings and off we go for ten rounds of lightweight action and the bragging rights as Queen of Fates.
Round 1:
It’s a tale of two tactics to start the fight. Taylor charges forward and using that famous jab to go after Emily and the brunette model’s in uncharacteristically timid and opens with her gloves up and not with her punches. Taylor pounding on Emily’s gloves for the first minute but the blonde does not seem to care once she splits the model’s gloves with a right. Taylor kicking up sand as she charges forward and knocks Emily into the ropes. Taylor with a pair of rights across Emily’s chest and the blonde is pounding the queen of Fates with a vengeance until the singer starts to slow down. DiDo in the short game and the brunette digs in punches to the blonde’s torso and Emily keeps her focus on the singer’s midriff. DiDo clearly trying to wear Taylor and her legs down but the singer ends the round with a hook into the model’s jaw. The bell rings and the ref jumps between the two girls knowing the bad blood and Taylor takes the first round on points.
Round 2:
Swift as aggressive as ever but this time DiDonato matches her in a change from the first and the brunette ducks a right jab from Swift and pops the blonde in her chest before swiping a left across her jaw. Swift caught off guard and DiDonato snaps the blonde’s head back with a right and Swift is staggered early! Emily with a follow up left that bounces off of Taylor’s guard and the singer jabs the model in her face. DiDo takes the punch and plugs leather into Swift’s midriff and those famous legs for Taylor stiffen up and the blonde winces. The Goshen Goddess working on the Pop Princess’s body and the model stays in close as she softens up the taller girl. Taylor wrapping up Emily but the brunette still working short rights into the singer’s ribs and drawing snarls out of the older girl. The referee pulls the two girls apart from each other and gives Emily a wag of the finger before waving them back in. Emily’s strategy clear as she wants to take Taylor’s legs out of the fight and make it a slugfest late. DiDonato wary of Swift’s jabs and the brunette only goes for her foe’s body and she lands a pair of punches before the bell.
Round 3:
DiDonato picking up where she left off and the model keeps on working the singer’s body after dodging blows from Swift. Taylor getting frustrated with Emily’s successes and the singer is letting her frustration show with a series of sloppy haymakers intended for knockouts that the model evades and plays target practice with the singer’s mouth and the Goshen Goddess draws blood. DiDonato now the girl showing off her power as she muscles Swift into the ropes with thudding lefts and rights into her torso and the singer is bending over slightly as her back is driven into the ropes. Emily picking her spots and the brunette finds the blonde’s midriff and Taylor lets out an “Oof” as she throws her arms around Emily in desperation. DiDonato pulled off of Swift before the model can find more cheap shots and the round continues. DiDonato moving more confidently as the round progress and she pounds Swift’s body and the blonde’s legs are not doing as much as they were earlier in the fight. Emily with an overhand right into Taylor’s guard and the blonde connects with a right jab straight into the brunette’s face to make her give up ground. Swift stepping forward and the blonde feints with a right and connects with a left hook into DiDonato’s jaw that makes the brunette’s legs lock up just a bit and the bell rings to save the model from further harm.
Round 4:
DiDonato slowing down after the previous round and Swift stalks down her opponent using those long ranged jabs to work the brunette back. DiDonato isn’t a two time champion for nothing and the model fights back with a left jab of her own into the singer’s jaw. Swift kicks up sand as she retreats and DiDonato steps forward and shoots out a right jab. Blonde girl bobs her head to the left and snaps the brunette’s head back with a right of her own. Emily with her gloves up and Taylor goes to the Goshen Goddess’s body and the singer digs in a left into the body of the Queen of Fates. Swift hammering leather into DiDo’s ribs and the model’s flanks turn red from the blows as Taylor methodically walks her back into the ropes. Swift shifts her focus to scorched earth and thumps DiDonato’s rack and smirks as Emily gasps in pain. Taylor keeping the thumping going and she winds up for a haymaker hook and the crowd roars as one girl’s head spins except it isn’t Emily’s head! DiDonato finds her opening in Taylor’s focus on her jugs and the Goshen Goddess opens up the singer with a right to her foe’s cheek and the blonde girl is covering up as Emily goes to candyland in the final seconds with a right into Taylor’s solar plexus that stiffens Taylor’s stems! The bell rings and Emily is in control of the fight with a late surge.
Round 5:
DiDonato kicking up sand as she charges out of her corner and watch out Swift! Emily in her element as she prowls around the ring and has the mobility advantage over Taylor and Emily is firing on all cylinders. DiDonato laying heavy leather into Swift’s body and the blonde favoring crowd starts to murmur as the model pounds the birthday girl’s body and Taylor’s guard starts to falter. DiDonato with a left through Swift’s gloves and the blonde’s legs buckle! Taylor somehow drunkenly staggers into Emily to stay upright and force a clinch but the blonde’s in trouble! DiDo licking her lips as the fight resumes and Swift’s brings her guard back up high and Emily raking lefts and rights across Taylor’s rack and the brunette is going scorched earth on Taylor and knocking sweat off the leggy girl’s body with each blow. Swift gasping with each strike from DiDonato and the brunette digs a left into the blonde’s underboob and Taylor swings out with a wild right that connects with Emily’s chin. DiDo charges forward and practically shoves Swift into the ropes and digs in a left into Taylor’s solar plexus at the bell. The ref steps in but Emily’s not letting Taylor escape.
“I am going to f*cking end you on your birthday tonight.” Emily seethes before shoving Taylor in her chest and walking back. The singer lunges after the model but the referee catches the taller girl and the Goshen Goddess is in a commanding position as the Pop Princess seethes as she walks to her corner.
Round 6:
DiDonato’s body glistening with sweat as she leaves her corner and a fire in her eyes as she pounds her jugs making her message clear to Swift. Taylor’s steps out of her corner are small and slow and she has her gloves up as she shuffled around the sand. Emily charges forward and thumps Taylor in her chest and the blonde mewls as she is knocked backward. Emily with a left into her foe’s midriff and then sends out a right haymaker at Taylor’s head AND EMILY’S HEAD SNAPS BACK VIOLENTLY WITH A CRACK! DiDonato missed her mark and Swift made the brunette pay and on comes Taylor! Blonde girl pounding the brunette’s face and she opens up the brunette under her eye and the Goshen Goddess is covering up her model face. Taylor instantly shifts to her foe’s body and the blonde is keeping this textbook after Emily got caught playing with her food. Swift dipping her shoulders and absolutely thumping leather into DiDonato’s midriff and ribs and Emily starts to bend at the hips. The singer keeping her opponent up with strong blows upward and she drives the model into the ropes and smacks a right across Emily’s jugs that sends sweat off the model. The ref’s watching closely as Taylor lays into Emily but the brunette’s gloves still protect her face and she gets her arms around the blonde to force a break. The two women are separated and Emily’s chest heaves with each pained breathe as the brunette and blonde stare each other down with no love lost. Taylor mockingly pounds her jugs before she feints with a right jab and digs a left into Emily’s chest. DiDonato looking to hold onto the fight until the bell and she keeps her gloves up to protect her head and gives up her body and Swift goes to candyland. Taylor slicing and dicing Emily’s curves and sculpted body and Emily starts to lean on Taylor. Taylor with a right she drives up and into Emily’s exposed solar plexus that drives the Goshen Goddess up on her toes and draws a “HNNGGGGGGGGGGG!” out of the younger girl as the bell rings. Taylor shoves the younger girl off of her and Emily staggers backwards into the ropes on wobbly stems before tenderly making her way to her corner as Taylor flips the fight in a single round.
“B*tch, you aren’t going to end me. I am going to end you!” Taylor screams as soon as her gumshield is out.
Round 7:
The two battered Fates beauties and elite fighters step out of their corners and it’s all eyes on the birthday girl Taylor to finish off Emily. Swift with a spring in her step despite her reddened jugs under her bikini top and her blue eyes lock onto DiDonato and the right to claim the title as Queen of Fates. The Goshen Goddess has a wince plastered onto her model face as she gets out of her corner, the brunette’s eyes glassy after a dominant round from the Pop Princess in the sixth.
Swift with a deep breath before she charges forward, kicking up sand on the makeshift beach ring. Taylor launches a big right at Emily’s head that wallops Emily’s gloves. DiDonato shifts to her left and tags Swift in her mouth but the blow is too weak to break out of a bag of paper. DiDonato steps forward and has a haymaker lined up that sails wide as Swift crushes a right into her face and Emily’s legs lock up! DiDoanto staggering backwards as she tries to stay on her feet and Swift smashes a left into DiDonato’s right jug pancaking it against her ribs and Emily mewls out in pain. The ref’s letting the fight continue and Taylor walks down Emily and pounds punches into her voluptuous model features without mercy. Emily’s brings her gloves up closer to her head and Taylor buries a right into the model’s solar plexus and she is hurt! DiDonato’s eyelids flutter as she gurgles in pain and bends over. The crowd gets on its feet and reaches a fever pitch as Swift buries three blows into DiDonato’s rack to knock her back upright. Emily’s blue bulbs vacantly staring ahead as Taylor snaps Emily’s head back with an uppercut through her opponent’s jugs to her chin and the brunette collapses to the sand tits up and limbs splayed out! Taylor glares down at her arch nemesis before she takes her time stepping over Emily’s body and her foe’s gumshield is on the sand. The Goshen Goddess may be broken as DiDonato’s bikini top moves up and down with her breaths is the only sign of life from the model and the ref might as well count to 100 but the crowd is cheering Taylor’s name too loudly to hear the count or the bell. The ref’s motion for the bell the only indication this fight is over and your winner by a vicious KO7 and your NEW QUEEN OF FATES, THE POP PRINCESS, THE BIRTHDAY GIRL TAYLOR SWIFT!
After:
Taylor beaming to the crowd as she plants her foot on Emily’s chest and raises her arms as the cameras flash. The leggy blonde holding her poses over her fallen rival for as long as she pleases before removing her gloves and pacing around the sandy ring, the singer looking frequently at the tiara at the side of the ring. The crowd continues to chant Taylor’s name and the blonde grabs a mic.
“You honestly didn’t think some loser like Emily would knock me out on my birthday, did you?” Taylor says playfully. The crowd boos the mention of the model. “Well, you all can tell Emily that it is MY birthday and that I BEAT her on the beach to the F*CKING QUEEN OF FATES!” Taylor proclaims. The crowd roars back even louder with applause as Blake Lively picks up the tiara from its pedestal and places it onto Taylor’s head.
“Now,” Taylor says. “Let’s celebrate by putting Emily in her place.”
The crowd roars its approval as Taylor grabs a pair of smelling salts wafts the smelling salts underneath the model’s nose prompting the model to stir. DiDonato slowly moves her head and her eyelids flutter open to see Swift towering over her, the tiara of the Queen of Fates on her head.
“Who is the Queen of Fates?” Taylor taunts. Emily remains quiet before Taylor stomps down on her chest and leaves her weight on Emily’s rack.
“Who is the Queen of Fates?” Taylor asks again.
Emily wimpers, “You are.”
Swift smiles. “Good girl.” Taylor straddles Emily and drops down onto the model’s reddened midriff to draw a gasp out of her battered body. Swift pins DiDonato’s arms again the brunette’s body.
“Who is the better girl in the ring?” Swift asks. The Goshen Goddess fires back “I am” and the Pop Princess pounds DiDonato’s chest. Emily gasps in pain and Taylor stops the barrage after a few seconds.
“Who is the better girl in the ring?” the blonde asks again. The brunette looks around and sees no help for her and that Swift has her right where she wants her. “You are.” Emily says, a sob coming from the brunette as a tear trickles out of her right eye.
“Who is the face of Fates, me or you?” Taylor sneers at the model. A broken Emily looks back into Taylor’s eyes and whispers, “You are.”
“There there.” Taylor coos. “That wasn’t so hard to admit but you had to force me to break you to make you admit it.”
DiDonato’s eyes turn redder and wetter. Swift leans in and whispers into Emily’s ear, the blonde leaning forward and bracing her arms on onto the brunette’s chest. “Sweetie, you brought this on yourself. You are facing one of the greats of all time and you are nothing more than a model bimbo who can’t keep up.” Emily seethes and squirms but Taylor tightens her grip on the younger girl’s melons and DiDonato stops writhing as Taylor continues. “You are nothing. You can look good in a bikini but that is it. This is where the story of the Goshen Goddess ends. With you destroyed. With you losing your dignity. With you broken.”
With that, Taylor shifts forward onto Emily’s face for a full facesit. DiDonato resists as Swift clinches her legs together and the blonde’s famous leg muscles constrict the model’s face. The brunette already drained from a series of losses stops resisting and her limbs go limp. Taylor takes her time to get up, the Queen of Fates mounting the ringpost, her lightweight title in one hand, her body saddle in another and the tiara for her stable on her head as the crowd sings Swift a happy birthday. Emily's career hits a new low and the FCBA can only wonder if the Goshen Goddess is truly too broken to be fixed after a stunning fall from grace.
