Post by Queens of Absolution on May 22, 2024 2:11:47 GMT -6
LND: Madelaine Petsch vs Brie Larson
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Madelaine Petsch:
(28, 5’5”, 119lbs 3:6 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Brie Larson:
(33, 5’7”, 128lbs, 45:19 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE:
As the legend of this rivalry goes, it started over a contract signing and two women who refused to let go of their crushing holds on one another. Brie Larson: a back crunching bearhug. Madelaine Petsch: a body squeezing scissor hold with her toned thighs. Neither the blonde Brie Larson or the Red-haired Madelaine Petsch won the initial altercation but it hasn’t stopped either of them from trying again - and Madelaine has gotten even more sinister with head scissor holds since the initial clash.
This promised to be a battle of titans whether you considered them such or not.
Brie Larson, down the guest ramp in a lavender crop top and black panties with black boots and gloves; her blonde hair tied in a ponytail for this fight as she enters the ring to cheers from her fans. Up next, in a black bra, black panties, matching gloves and boots, coming down the Queens ramp with her hair free and shoulder length shaping her face as she looked stunningly beautiful in her attire’s contrast with her hair and pale skin, Madelaine Petsch. She enters the ring to Queens Purple pyrotechnics and cheers from the audience as well.
Knowing the history on these two, the ref sees no point to do anything other than start the match and so he does with a wave of an arm as both girls wait patiently, eyeing each other in their respective corners.
AND HERE WE GO WITH TEN ROUNDS OF BANTAMWEIGHT ACTION!
Round 01:
As the bell rang for round one, Brie Larson unleashed an unexpected fury, catching Madelaine Petsch off guard with a rapid series of jabs and uppercuts. "Hope you like pain, Maddie!" Brie sneered as she relentlessly targeted Madelaine's midriff, each punch landing with brutal precision. Madelaine grunted, feeling the sting of each hit, but she wasn't about to let Brie have all the fun.
"Damn, Brie! Did you learn that from a toddler?" Madelaine spat back, ducking under a wild swing from Brie before delivering a sharp right hook to her ribs. Brie growled, her eyes narrowing with fierce determination. She launched a combination of brutal body blows and a wicked left cross to Madelaine's jaw, all the while taunting, "You're going down, Princess!"
Madelaine snarled, her body reeling but her spirit unbroken. She fought back hard, her fists flashing like lightning as she aimed for Brie's face. The crowd roared as Madelaine connected with a devastating hook to Brie's cheek, sending her reeling. "Not so tough now, are you?" Madelaine jeered.
Despite Madelaine's gutsy comeback, the round ended with Brie clearly ahead on points. Her relentless assault on Madelaine's midsection had done significant damage, and she strutted back to her corner with a victorious smirk. Madelaine, though battered, glared across the ring, promising a fierce retaliation in the rounds to come..
Round 02:
The bell rang for round two, and Madelaine charged at Brie with the intensity of a storm, throwing a flurry of jabs and crosses aimed directly at Brie's face. "Is that all you got, Brie? I've seen kittens hit harder!" she snarled, her fists a blur of motion.
Brie gritted her teeth and swung a vicious uppercut that connected with Madelaine's jaw, causing her to stagger. "Shut up and fight, Maddie!" Brie hissed, following up with a quick series of body shots that hammered Madelaine's ribs.
But Madelaine wasn't backing down. She planted her feet and launched a devastating right hook that smacked into Brie's nose, drawing blood. "What's wrong, Brie? You look like you need a tissue," Madelaine mocked, as blood dripped down Brie's face.
Brie's eyes widened in shock as she tasted the blood trickling into her mouth. "Stop! Wait, Maddie, let's talk about this," Brie begged, attempting to cover up as Madelaine swung another powerful left cross that split her lip open.
"Talk is cheap, Larson. Fight me!" Madelaine yelled, landing a brutal uppercut that sent blood spraying from Brie's mouth. Brie stumbled but managed to stay on her feet, countering with a desperate overhand right that clipped Madelaine's temple, making her see stars.
The two fighters continued to trade blows, with Madelaine delivering destructive hooks and relentless combinations that kept Brie's defenses crumbling. Brie, fighting through the pain, landed several well-timed counters that rocked Madelaine, but couldn't keep up with her ferocity.
As the seconds ticked away, the crowd roared with excitement, witnessing the unrelenting exchange. When the bell finally rang, both women stood in their corners, battered and bloodied, breathing heavily.
The judges called it a draw, each fighter having given as good as they got. Madelaine, her face a mix of sweat and triumph, glared at Brie. "Consider yourself lucky, Larson. Next round, you're mine."
Brie wiped the blood from her face, the defiant look in her eyes betraying her exhaustion. "Not if I take you out first," she spat back, both women gearing up for the next battle.
Round 03:
As the bell for round three rang, both fighters launched themselves at each other with renewed ferocity. Madelaine, fueled by the sheer adrenaline and her desire to finish what she started, threw a ruthless combination of jabs, crosses, and hooks, forcing Brie to backpedal. "You should've stayed down when you had the chance, Larson!" Madelaine taunted, smirking as she landed a crisp jab to Brie's already bloodied nose.
Brie, wincing from the stinging pain, tried to counter with a swift left hook aimed at Madelaine's ribs, but Madelaine easily sidestepped. Using her agility to her advantage, Madelaine closed in and delivered a devastating uppercut to Brie's chin, making her head snap back violently. "What's the matter, Brie? Cat got your tongue?" she jeered, following up with a powerful right cross that sent Brie stumbling into the ropes.
Seeing her chance, Madelaine unleashed a brutal left hook to Brie's jaw, sending her opponent crashing to the canvas. The crowd erupted in deafening cheers as Brie lay dazed, trying to shake off the impact. The referee started the count. "One... two... three..." Maddie's chest heaved with victorious anticipation, eyes locked onto her downed rival. "What's wrong, princess? Can't take a hit?" she sneered.
"Four... five... six..." Brie desperately blinked, her vision swimming as she struggled to focus. "Seven... eight..." She clawed at the ropes, pulling herself up inch by agonizing inch. "Nine...!" At the very last second, Brie managed to stand, albeit on shaky legs, her face a mask of determination.
Madelaine, not wanting to let up, charged at Brie with a series of ferocious jabs, crosses, and hooks, but Brie, now on the defensive, guarded her head and body tightly, absorbing the hits with gritted teeth. Despite the relentless assault, she managed to stay on her feet, bobbing and weaving just enough to avoid another knockdown.
"You think you can hide forever? Face it, Larson, you're done!" Madelaine raged, raining down blows that tested Brie's waning defenses. Brie responded with an occasional well-timed jab or a quick cross to remind Madelaine of her presence, but she primarily focused on surviving the round.
As the seconds ticked away, Brie hung on, her survival instinct kicking in fiercely. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and both fighters retreated to their corners, Madelaine glaring daggers at Brie. "You're mine next round, Larson. No more mercy," she snarled, eager to finish the fight. Brie, bloodied but unbroken, simply nodded, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and resolve to keep going.
Round 04:
The bell rang for round four, and Madelaine surged forward like a predator smelling blood in the water. She wasted no time, throwing a rapid succession of jabs and crosses that had Brie on her heels. "Getting tired, Brie? You look like you've got two left feet!" she sneered, landing a particularly vicious jab right on Brie's nose, which had already taken heavy damage.
Brie tried to mount a counter-attack, aiming a series of body shots at Madelaine's midriff. "Let's see you laugh when I knock the wind out of you," Brie muttered through clenched teeth. She threw a powerful right hook aimed at Madelaine's ribs, but Madelaine saw it coming and shifted her stance to dodge it effortlessly.
"Oh please, those tickle more than they hurt!" Madelaine taunted, before snapping out a punishing left hook that collided with Brie's jaw. Brie stumbled back, her defenses weakening, but she wasn't done yet. She stepped in close, trying to land a series of hooks and uppercuts to Madelaine's midsection. Yet, Madelaine's footwork was too quick, her counters too sharp.
"You think you can keep up with me, Larson? Pathetic!" Madelaine hissed, setting up a brutal combination of a right uppercut followed by a left cross, smashing into Brie's cheek. Brie swung a desperate right uppercut of her own, aiming for Madelaine's solar plexus, but Madelaine twisted her torso, deflecting the blow with her elbow.
Madelaine's ruthless focus on Brie's weaknesses was evident as she continued to exploit every opening. She maneuvered around Brie's sluggish punches, coming in with a flurry of right hooks and left crosses that kept Brie's head snapping back and forth like a bobblehead. "You're nothing but a punching bag now," she mocked, as she landed a shattering right uppercut that left Brie’s legs wobbly.
The relentless assault from Madelaine had the crowd roaring in approval, and it was clear who was dominating the round. Brie could hardly land a hit, her attempts at body shots a far cry from Madelaine's incessant bombardment. Madelaine's insults were fuel to the fire; she continued to mock Brie between every devastating punch. "You're going down, Larson, and I'm gonna enjoy every second of it!"
As the bell signaled the end of the round, Madelaine strutted back to her corner, her dominance unquestionable. Brie, battered and bruised, wiped blood from her face, realizing she was up against a ferocious opponent who wouldn't give her an inch. The judges scored the round widely in Madelaine's favor, confirming what everyone in the arena already knew – Madelaine had seized control of the fight with ruthless precision.
Round 05:
The bell rang for the start of round five, and Brie Larson came out swinging, determined to tip the scales in her favor. Madelaine Petsch, caught slightly off guard by Brie's newfound vigor, could only block as Brie unleashed a flurry of rapid jabs and hooks to her head and body. "What's wrong, Petsch? Thought you had this in the bag?" Brie goaded, landing a sharp right hook to Madelaine's ribs.
Madelaine tried to counter with a quick jab, but Brie ducked and retaliated with a thunderous uppercut that connected with Madelaine's jaw. "I'm a model, Larson! Don't do this!" Madelaine pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. Brie responded with a vicious left hook to Madelaine's cheek, ignoring the plea. "Too bad, sweetheart. This isn't a photoshoot," Brie snapped back, her eyes filled with fire.
Madelaine, not wanting to be outdone, fired off a series of jabs and crosses aimed at Brie's defense. She managed to sneak a left cross through Brie's guard, snapping her head back. But Brie shook it off quickly, pouncing forward with a monstrous right uppercut that Madelaine barely dodged. However, Brie followed with a relentless onslaught of body shots and hooks, giving Madelaine little room to breathe. "What's it feel like to be on the receiving end for once, huh?" Brie taunted, her punches growing more punishing by the second.
Realizing her usual tactics weren't working, Madelaine tried to create distance with her footwork, throwing a combination of jabs to keep Brie at bay. She managed to land a glancing blow to Brie's temple, but Brie shrugged it off and closed the gap once again. Using her momentum, Brie unleashed a furious left cross followed by a right hook to Madelaine's midsection, each punch drawing cries of pain from her opponent. "Face it, you're nothing without your looks," Brie spat, delivering another bone-crunching uppercut that left Madelaine staggering.
Desperate, Madelaine switched to a defensive stance, blocking Brie's savage strikes and trying to regain her composure. She managed to dodge a series of hooks and countered with a swift jab that connected with Brie's nose, drawing blood once again. "Is that all you got, Larson?" Madelaine jeered, trying to mask her fear. But Brie wasn't done. She stepped in with a crushing right cross that caught Madelaine square on the jaw. "Shut up and fight, you poser!" Brie yelled, her aggression reaching new heights.
The two fighters traded savage blows, neither willing to back down despite the pain and exhaustion. With seconds left in the round, Brie landed a punishing right uppercut that lifted Madelaine off her feet. Madelaine retaliated with a desperate right hook that connected with Brie's temple, both fighters reeling from the impact. The crowd was on its feet, the noise deafening as they sensed the end of a brutal, evenly-matched round.
As the final bell rang, both fighters stumbled back to their corners, barely standing, but still glaring at each other with unwavering resolve. The judges' scorecards reflected the brutal, back-and-forth nature of the round — it was a draw. Despite the official result, it was evident that Brie had the upper hand most times, her savage lambasting leaving Madelaine shaken and bloodied. The fight, however, was far from over, with both fighters determined to claim ultimate victory.
Round 06:
The bell rang for the start of what would be the final round, and Brie Larson exploded out of her corner like a bat out of hell. Her eyes were locked onto Madelaine Petsch, and her movements were sharp, calculated, predatory. Brie began with a series of powerful jabs aimed straight at Madelaine's face, each one landing with a satisfying thud. Madelaine tried to respond with a right cross, but Brie ducked under it, coming up with a merciless left uppercut that sent Madelaine stumbling backward.
"Feeling wobbly already?" Brie snarled, following up with a brutal right hook to Madelaine's ribs. Madelaine, trying to regain her ground, threw a quick combination of a left jab followed by a right cross. While she managed to connect with Brie's jaw, Brie barely flinched. Ignoring the pain, Brie retaliated with a devastating left-right combo to Madelaine's midsection. The intensity of Brie's blows left Madelaine gasping for breath.
Desperate to turn the tide, Madelaine switched her strategy, attempting to fend off Brie's relentless assault with a series of defensive jabs. However, Brie was having none of it. She weaved around Madelaine's punches, closing the distance and unleashing a monstrous right cross to Madelaine's temple. The blow sent a shockwave through Madelaine, her legs giving way momentarily.
"Stay down if you know what's good for you!" Brie shouted, her voice dripping with ferocity as she hammered Madelaine with another savage uppercut. Madelaine staggered, barely managing to stay on her feet. She tried to throw a weak left jab, aiming for Brie's nose, but Brie easily sidestepped it and countered with a vicious right hook that sent Madelaine sprawling to the canvas.
The referee began the count, but Madelaine's legs felt like lead, her vision blurry. She fumbled, trying to pull herself up by the ropes, but with every agonizing second that passed, her strength waned. The crowd was in a frenzy, roaring as the referee's count climbed higher. "Five... six... seven..." Madelaine's attempts became feebler, her body refusing to cooperate.
"EIGHT... NINE..." The referee's voice rang out, echoing through the arena.
"Stay down, Petsch! You're finished!" Brie roared, pacing menacingly in her corner.
"Ten!" The count was complete. Madelaine collapsed back onto the mat, unable to rise. The referee waved his arms, signaling the end of the match. The arena erupted in deafening applause, a cacophony celebrating Brie's stunning victory.
Brie Larson stood triumphant, her gaze fixed on the fallen Madelaine. The fight had been brutal, unforgiving, and utterly decisive. Brie had shown no mercy, and in the end, it was her relentless aggression and masterful boxing skills that crowned her the victor of this epic battle.
Official Decision: Brie Larson defeats Madelaine Petsch via KO 6!
AFTER:
With the din of the crowd still reverberating through the arena, Brie Larson took a moment to relish her victory as her hand was lifted high by the referee. She peeled off her gloves methodically, eyes never leaving the crumpled form of Madelaine Petsch. The moment the gloves were off, Brie strolled over to Madelaine, who lay barely conscious on the canvas. Brie’s intentions were crystal clear, echoed in the menacing glint of her eyes.
Reaching down, Brie grabbed Madelaine by the arm and yanked her up. In one swift motion, she trapped the dazed girl in a vicious bearhug, her arms coiling around Madelaine’s torso like a python. “Payback’s a b*tch, huh?” Brie hissed into Madelaine’s ear, squeezing tighter with every breath. Each second felt like an eternity as Madelaine’s head lolled back, her back arching in agony. She let out a blood-curdling scream, a final desperate plea that was lost amid the noise of the arena.
“Come on, scream louder, maybe someone will care?” Brie taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Look at you now, pathetic!” Brie spat, knowing full well that Madelaine's strength was fading fast. As Madelaine’s screams began to wane, her eyes fluttering closed, Brie squeezed even harder, feeling Madelaine's body go limp with each constriction. Within moments, Madelaine was out cold, her body lifeless in Brie's iron grip.
With a final breath of contempt, Brie unceremoniously dropped Madelaine back to the canvas, like a ragdoll discarded. “You’re nothing without your looks, just as I said,” Brie mocked, stepping away from the unconscious form of her once-defiant opponent. The crowd’s roar of approval surged once more, a testament to Brie's brutal display of dominance. This was Brie's payback, swift, merciless, and utterly triumphant.
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Madelaine Petsch:
(28, 5’5”, 119lbs 3:6 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Brie Larson:
(33, 5’7”, 128lbs, 45:19 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE:
As the legend of this rivalry goes, it started over a contract signing and two women who refused to let go of their crushing holds on one another. Brie Larson: a back crunching bearhug. Madelaine Petsch: a body squeezing scissor hold with her toned thighs. Neither the blonde Brie Larson or the Red-haired Madelaine Petsch won the initial altercation but it hasn’t stopped either of them from trying again - and Madelaine has gotten even more sinister with head scissor holds since the initial clash.
This promised to be a battle of titans whether you considered them such or not.
Brie Larson, down the guest ramp in a lavender crop top and black panties with black boots and gloves; her blonde hair tied in a ponytail for this fight as she enters the ring to cheers from her fans. Up next, in a black bra, black panties, matching gloves and boots, coming down the Queens ramp with her hair free and shoulder length shaping her face as she looked stunningly beautiful in her attire’s contrast with her hair and pale skin, Madelaine Petsch. She enters the ring to Queens Purple pyrotechnics and cheers from the audience as well.
Knowing the history on these two, the ref sees no point to do anything other than start the match and so he does with a wave of an arm as both girls wait patiently, eyeing each other in their respective corners.
AND HERE WE GO WITH TEN ROUNDS OF BANTAMWEIGHT ACTION!
Round 01:
As the bell rang for round one, Brie Larson unleashed an unexpected fury, catching Madelaine Petsch off guard with a rapid series of jabs and uppercuts. "Hope you like pain, Maddie!" Brie sneered as she relentlessly targeted Madelaine's midriff, each punch landing with brutal precision. Madelaine grunted, feeling the sting of each hit, but she wasn't about to let Brie have all the fun.
"Damn, Brie! Did you learn that from a toddler?" Madelaine spat back, ducking under a wild swing from Brie before delivering a sharp right hook to her ribs. Brie growled, her eyes narrowing with fierce determination. She launched a combination of brutal body blows and a wicked left cross to Madelaine's jaw, all the while taunting, "You're going down, Princess!"
Madelaine snarled, her body reeling but her spirit unbroken. She fought back hard, her fists flashing like lightning as she aimed for Brie's face. The crowd roared as Madelaine connected with a devastating hook to Brie's cheek, sending her reeling. "Not so tough now, are you?" Madelaine jeered.
Despite Madelaine's gutsy comeback, the round ended with Brie clearly ahead on points. Her relentless assault on Madelaine's midsection had done significant damage, and she strutted back to her corner with a victorious smirk. Madelaine, though battered, glared across the ring, promising a fierce retaliation in the rounds to come..
Round 02:
The bell rang for round two, and Madelaine charged at Brie with the intensity of a storm, throwing a flurry of jabs and crosses aimed directly at Brie's face. "Is that all you got, Brie? I've seen kittens hit harder!" she snarled, her fists a blur of motion.
Brie gritted her teeth and swung a vicious uppercut that connected with Madelaine's jaw, causing her to stagger. "Shut up and fight, Maddie!" Brie hissed, following up with a quick series of body shots that hammered Madelaine's ribs.
But Madelaine wasn't backing down. She planted her feet and launched a devastating right hook that smacked into Brie's nose, drawing blood. "What's wrong, Brie? You look like you need a tissue," Madelaine mocked, as blood dripped down Brie's face.
Brie's eyes widened in shock as she tasted the blood trickling into her mouth. "Stop! Wait, Maddie, let's talk about this," Brie begged, attempting to cover up as Madelaine swung another powerful left cross that split her lip open.
"Talk is cheap, Larson. Fight me!" Madelaine yelled, landing a brutal uppercut that sent blood spraying from Brie's mouth. Brie stumbled but managed to stay on her feet, countering with a desperate overhand right that clipped Madelaine's temple, making her see stars.
The two fighters continued to trade blows, with Madelaine delivering destructive hooks and relentless combinations that kept Brie's defenses crumbling. Brie, fighting through the pain, landed several well-timed counters that rocked Madelaine, but couldn't keep up with her ferocity.
As the seconds ticked away, the crowd roared with excitement, witnessing the unrelenting exchange. When the bell finally rang, both women stood in their corners, battered and bloodied, breathing heavily.
The judges called it a draw, each fighter having given as good as they got. Madelaine, her face a mix of sweat and triumph, glared at Brie. "Consider yourself lucky, Larson. Next round, you're mine."
Brie wiped the blood from her face, the defiant look in her eyes betraying her exhaustion. "Not if I take you out first," she spat back, both women gearing up for the next battle.
Round 03:
As the bell for round three rang, both fighters launched themselves at each other with renewed ferocity. Madelaine, fueled by the sheer adrenaline and her desire to finish what she started, threw a ruthless combination of jabs, crosses, and hooks, forcing Brie to backpedal. "You should've stayed down when you had the chance, Larson!" Madelaine taunted, smirking as she landed a crisp jab to Brie's already bloodied nose.
Brie, wincing from the stinging pain, tried to counter with a swift left hook aimed at Madelaine's ribs, but Madelaine easily sidestepped. Using her agility to her advantage, Madelaine closed in and delivered a devastating uppercut to Brie's chin, making her head snap back violently. "What's the matter, Brie? Cat got your tongue?" she jeered, following up with a powerful right cross that sent Brie stumbling into the ropes.
Seeing her chance, Madelaine unleashed a brutal left hook to Brie's jaw, sending her opponent crashing to the canvas. The crowd erupted in deafening cheers as Brie lay dazed, trying to shake off the impact. The referee started the count. "One... two... three..." Maddie's chest heaved with victorious anticipation, eyes locked onto her downed rival. "What's wrong, princess? Can't take a hit?" she sneered.
"Four... five... six..." Brie desperately blinked, her vision swimming as she struggled to focus. "Seven... eight..." She clawed at the ropes, pulling herself up inch by agonizing inch. "Nine...!" At the very last second, Brie managed to stand, albeit on shaky legs, her face a mask of determination.
Madelaine, not wanting to let up, charged at Brie with a series of ferocious jabs, crosses, and hooks, but Brie, now on the defensive, guarded her head and body tightly, absorbing the hits with gritted teeth. Despite the relentless assault, she managed to stay on her feet, bobbing and weaving just enough to avoid another knockdown.
"You think you can hide forever? Face it, Larson, you're done!" Madelaine raged, raining down blows that tested Brie's waning defenses. Brie responded with an occasional well-timed jab or a quick cross to remind Madelaine of her presence, but she primarily focused on surviving the round.
As the seconds ticked away, Brie hung on, her survival instinct kicking in fiercely. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and both fighters retreated to their corners, Madelaine glaring daggers at Brie. "You're mine next round, Larson. No more mercy," she snarled, eager to finish the fight. Brie, bloodied but unbroken, simply nodded, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and resolve to keep going.
Round 04:
The bell rang for round four, and Madelaine surged forward like a predator smelling blood in the water. She wasted no time, throwing a rapid succession of jabs and crosses that had Brie on her heels. "Getting tired, Brie? You look like you've got two left feet!" she sneered, landing a particularly vicious jab right on Brie's nose, which had already taken heavy damage.
Brie tried to mount a counter-attack, aiming a series of body shots at Madelaine's midriff. "Let's see you laugh when I knock the wind out of you," Brie muttered through clenched teeth. She threw a powerful right hook aimed at Madelaine's ribs, but Madelaine saw it coming and shifted her stance to dodge it effortlessly.
"Oh please, those tickle more than they hurt!" Madelaine taunted, before snapping out a punishing left hook that collided with Brie's jaw. Brie stumbled back, her defenses weakening, but she wasn't done yet. She stepped in close, trying to land a series of hooks and uppercuts to Madelaine's midsection. Yet, Madelaine's footwork was too quick, her counters too sharp.
"You think you can keep up with me, Larson? Pathetic!" Madelaine hissed, setting up a brutal combination of a right uppercut followed by a left cross, smashing into Brie's cheek. Brie swung a desperate right uppercut of her own, aiming for Madelaine's solar plexus, but Madelaine twisted her torso, deflecting the blow with her elbow.
Madelaine's ruthless focus on Brie's weaknesses was evident as she continued to exploit every opening. She maneuvered around Brie's sluggish punches, coming in with a flurry of right hooks and left crosses that kept Brie's head snapping back and forth like a bobblehead. "You're nothing but a punching bag now," she mocked, as she landed a shattering right uppercut that left Brie’s legs wobbly.
The relentless assault from Madelaine had the crowd roaring in approval, and it was clear who was dominating the round. Brie could hardly land a hit, her attempts at body shots a far cry from Madelaine's incessant bombardment. Madelaine's insults were fuel to the fire; she continued to mock Brie between every devastating punch. "You're going down, Larson, and I'm gonna enjoy every second of it!"
As the bell signaled the end of the round, Madelaine strutted back to her corner, her dominance unquestionable. Brie, battered and bruised, wiped blood from her face, realizing she was up against a ferocious opponent who wouldn't give her an inch. The judges scored the round widely in Madelaine's favor, confirming what everyone in the arena already knew – Madelaine had seized control of the fight with ruthless precision.
Round 05:
The bell rang for the start of round five, and Brie Larson came out swinging, determined to tip the scales in her favor. Madelaine Petsch, caught slightly off guard by Brie's newfound vigor, could only block as Brie unleashed a flurry of rapid jabs and hooks to her head and body. "What's wrong, Petsch? Thought you had this in the bag?" Brie goaded, landing a sharp right hook to Madelaine's ribs.
Madelaine tried to counter with a quick jab, but Brie ducked and retaliated with a thunderous uppercut that connected with Madelaine's jaw. "I'm a model, Larson! Don't do this!" Madelaine pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. Brie responded with a vicious left hook to Madelaine's cheek, ignoring the plea. "Too bad, sweetheart. This isn't a photoshoot," Brie snapped back, her eyes filled with fire.
Madelaine, not wanting to be outdone, fired off a series of jabs and crosses aimed at Brie's defense. She managed to sneak a left cross through Brie's guard, snapping her head back. But Brie shook it off quickly, pouncing forward with a monstrous right uppercut that Madelaine barely dodged. However, Brie followed with a relentless onslaught of body shots and hooks, giving Madelaine little room to breathe. "What's it feel like to be on the receiving end for once, huh?" Brie taunted, her punches growing more punishing by the second.
Realizing her usual tactics weren't working, Madelaine tried to create distance with her footwork, throwing a combination of jabs to keep Brie at bay. She managed to land a glancing blow to Brie's temple, but Brie shrugged it off and closed the gap once again. Using her momentum, Brie unleashed a furious left cross followed by a right hook to Madelaine's midsection, each punch drawing cries of pain from her opponent. "Face it, you're nothing without your looks," Brie spat, delivering another bone-crunching uppercut that left Madelaine staggering.
Desperate, Madelaine switched to a defensive stance, blocking Brie's savage strikes and trying to regain her composure. She managed to dodge a series of hooks and countered with a swift jab that connected with Brie's nose, drawing blood once again. "Is that all you got, Larson?" Madelaine jeered, trying to mask her fear. But Brie wasn't done. She stepped in with a crushing right cross that caught Madelaine square on the jaw. "Shut up and fight, you poser!" Brie yelled, her aggression reaching new heights.
The two fighters traded savage blows, neither willing to back down despite the pain and exhaustion. With seconds left in the round, Brie landed a punishing right uppercut that lifted Madelaine off her feet. Madelaine retaliated with a desperate right hook that connected with Brie's temple, both fighters reeling from the impact. The crowd was on its feet, the noise deafening as they sensed the end of a brutal, evenly-matched round.
As the final bell rang, both fighters stumbled back to their corners, barely standing, but still glaring at each other with unwavering resolve. The judges' scorecards reflected the brutal, back-and-forth nature of the round — it was a draw. Despite the official result, it was evident that Brie had the upper hand most times, her savage lambasting leaving Madelaine shaken and bloodied. The fight, however, was far from over, with both fighters determined to claim ultimate victory.
Round 06:
The bell rang for the start of what would be the final round, and Brie Larson exploded out of her corner like a bat out of hell. Her eyes were locked onto Madelaine Petsch, and her movements were sharp, calculated, predatory. Brie began with a series of powerful jabs aimed straight at Madelaine's face, each one landing with a satisfying thud. Madelaine tried to respond with a right cross, but Brie ducked under it, coming up with a merciless left uppercut that sent Madelaine stumbling backward.
"Feeling wobbly already?" Brie snarled, following up with a brutal right hook to Madelaine's ribs. Madelaine, trying to regain her ground, threw a quick combination of a left jab followed by a right cross. While she managed to connect with Brie's jaw, Brie barely flinched. Ignoring the pain, Brie retaliated with a devastating left-right combo to Madelaine's midsection. The intensity of Brie's blows left Madelaine gasping for breath.
Desperate to turn the tide, Madelaine switched her strategy, attempting to fend off Brie's relentless assault with a series of defensive jabs. However, Brie was having none of it. She weaved around Madelaine's punches, closing the distance and unleashing a monstrous right cross to Madelaine's temple. The blow sent a shockwave through Madelaine, her legs giving way momentarily.
"Stay down if you know what's good for you!" Brie shouted, her voice dripping with ferocity as she hammered Madelaine with another savage uppercut. Madelaine staggered, barely managing to stay on her feet. She tried to throw a weak left jab, aiming for Brie's nose, but Brie easily sidestepped it and countered with a vicious right hook that sent Madelaine sprawling to the canvas.
The referee began the count, but Madelaine's legs felt like lead, her vision blurry. She fumbled, trying to pull herself up by the ropes, but with every agonizing second that passed, her strength waned. The crowd was in a frenzy, roaring as the referee's count climbed higher. "Five... six... seven..." Madelaine's attempts became feebler, her body refusing to cooperate.
"EIGHT... NINE..." The referee's voice rang out, echoing through the arena.
"Stay down, Petsch! You're finished!" Brie roared, pacing menacingly in her corner.
"Ten!" The count was complete. Madelaine collapsed back onto the mat, unable to rise. The referee waved his arms, signaling the end of the match. The arena erupted in deafening applause, a cacophony celebrating Brie's stunning victory.
Brie Larson stood triumphant, her gaze fixed on the fallen Madelaine. The fight had been brutal, unforgiving, and utterly decisive. Brie had shown no mercy, and in the end, it was her relentless aggression and masterful boxing skills that crowned her the victor of this epic battle.
Official Decision: Brie Larson defeats Madelaine Petsch via KO 6!
AFTER:
With the din of the crowd still reverberating through the arena, Brie Larson took a moment to relish her victory as her hand was lifted high by the referee. She peeled off her gloves methodically, eyes never leaving the crumpled form of Madelaine Petsch. The moment the gloves were off, Brie strolled over to Madelaine, who lay barely conscious on the canvas. Brie’s intentions were crystal clear, echoed in the menacing glint of her eyes.
Reaching down, Brie grabbed Madelaine by the arm and yanked her up. In one swift motion, she trapped the dazed girl in a vicious bearhug, her arms coiling around Madelaine’s torso like a python. “Payback’s a b*tch, huh?” Brie hissed into Madelaine’s ear, squeezing tighter with every breath. Each second felt like an eternity as Madelaine’s head lolled back, her back arching in agony. She let out a blood-curdling scream, a final desperate plea that was lost amid the noise of the arena.
“Come on, scream louder, maybe someone will care?” Brie taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Look at you now, pathetic!” Brie spat, knowing full well that Madelaine's strength was fading fast. As Madelaine’s screams began to wane, her eyes fluttering closed, Brie squeezed even harder, feeling Madelaine's body go limp with each constriction. Within moments, Madelaine was out cold, her body lifeless in Brie's iron grip.
With a final breath of contempt, Brie unceremoniously dropped Madelaine back to the canvas, like a ragdoll discarded. “You’re nothing without your looks, just as I said,” Brie mocked, stepping away from the unconscious form of her once-defiant opponent. The crowd’s roar of approval surged once more, a testament to Brie's brutal display of dominance. This was Brie's payback, swift, merciless, and utterly triumphant.