Post by Queens of Absolution on Oct 7, 2024 21:28:29 GMT -6
Requiem PPV: Kiernan Shipka vs Jenna Ortega
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Kiernan Shipka:
(24, 5’2”, 101.5lbs, 5:10 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Jenna Ortega:
(22, 5’1”, 101lbs, 10:7 FCBA, Global Boxing Syndicate)
BEFORE:
After the first victory by Anne Winters could the Queens of Absolution keep it up at SoFi Stadium during the night of Requiem? Not if Jenna Ortega had anything to say about it. Clad in a smokey grey sports bra and boxing shorts she stood in the ring as the next opponent in what was becoming the prelude to a Queens revolution. Her raven-black hair was pulled back tightly, showcasing a face carved with determination, and those piercing dark eyes that could send shivers down anyone's spine. She flexed her muscles, each sinewy detail of her arms glowing under the lights, looking like she was ready to pounce at any moment. Those defined shoulders; oh man, they were practically sculpted from stone! Every movement, whether she was bouncing on her toes or throwing jabs in the air, displayed pure athletic prowess. She had that killer instinct, making it clear she wasn't just there to play. But Jenna would have to go through the Queens' latest acquisition, Kiernan Shipka first.
The lights dimmed in the stadium to a radiated Queens Blue and Queens Purple. At the top of the ramp, a fit silhouette appeared. Her straight blonde hair gleamed in the dancing lights. Adorned in a black bikini that hugged her athletic body tightly, it was Kiernan Shipka. Kiernan Shipka strode down that ramp like she owned the place, radiating confidence to the max! Her toned physique was a masterpiece—those abs rippled like a well-crafted sculpture, glistening under the bright lights as she flexed and showcased herself. The black bikini she wore clung to her curves tighter than a vice, accentuating her sculpted legs that seemed ready to launch her into the stratosphere. Those thighs? Unreal! They were the kind that could crush steel—strong, defined, and powerful. With each step, her blonde hair flowed like liquid gold, framing her face that was fierce yet alluring, a combination that could easily throw opponents off their game. And those piercing hazel eyes? They were electrifying, filled with an intensity that screamed she was there to dominate, not just participate. If anyone was hoping for an easy fight, they were about to learn a brutal lesson—Kiernan was a force of nature, preparing to unleash absolute chaos in that ring!
Round 01:
Round one kicked off with an electrifying energy that had the crowd at SoFi Stadium roaring like a wild beast! Jenna Ortega, feeling invincible, danced around the ring like a ballerina from hell, and couldn't help but taunt, “This is gonna be a walk in the park, Kiernan! I hope you brought your lunch, ‘cause I'm about to serve you a plate of reality!”
But Kiernan wasn’t distracted; she stood her ground, fists raised, like a lioness ready to pounce. The first clash happened with a fierce exchange. Jenna ducked in and unleashed a rapid one-two combo—bam! The first jab landed square on Kiernan’s cheek, and the crowd gasped. But Kiernan wasn’t about to take that lightly. She retaliated with a wicked left hook aimed at Jenna’s midsection, but Jenna slipped away just in time, taunting her again, “You call that a punch? I barely felt it! Come on, throw something real!”
Making great use of her speed, Jenna zapped in again, going low with a straight punch that connected on Kiernan’s ribs, which made her wince. Jenna backpedaled, laughing, “Last time I checked, this was boxing, not therapy!” But just as she was feeling cocky, Kiernan countered with a powerful jab right to Jenna’s face, sending her head snapping back. The crowd erupted!
“Thought you could dance all night, huh?" Kiernan barked, her eyes blazing with intensity. Jenna winced but quickly regained composure. She feinted with a right before going low, landing a sneaky uppercut to Kiernan’s chin that had the crowd on their feet! The sound of leather on flesh echoed through the arena while Jenna yelled, “I’m just getting started!”
As the round progressed, both competitors displayed their skills—Jenna using swift footwork and quick combinations, landing jabs and hooks, while Kiernan relied on her powerful strikes and sheer strength to keep Jenna on her toes. By the end of the round, Jenna was ahead on points according to the judges, but not without a fierce exchange of glances that promised this ferocious rivalry had only just begun.
Round 02:
Round two kicked off with an explosive energy that sent shockwaves through SoFi Stadium! Kiernan Shipka, now fired up and ready to prove herself, stepped up her game with an unrelenting ferocity. With her fists held high, she immediately went on the attack, launching a devastating one-two combo that connected with Jenna's face—boom! The crowd erupted in a frenzy as Jenna staggered back, desperately trying to regain her footing.
But Jenna wasn’t about to back down. Her slick defensive moves kicked in, dodging Kiernan's relentless barrage. She danced around the ring, raising her guard, blocking Kiernan's big swings with those lightning-fast reflexes of hers. Still, Kiernan was on a warpath, targeting Jenna’s body with ferocious hooks that sounded like thunder when they landed! A powerful right to Jenna's ribs left her momentarily gasping for breath, and Kiernan relished every second, taunting, “Bet you didn’t see that coming, huh? My abs are made of freakin' steel!”
Determined to prove her point, Jenna darted in with a swift jab aimed directly at Kiernan’s midsection. It landed hard—wham! But Kiernan barely flinched, throwing back her head with a wicked grin and flexing those rock-hard abs, “Nice try, Jenna! You'll have to do better than that to crack this fortress!” The audacity of Kiernan had the crowd roaring for more, and with a fierce grin, she retaliated with a bone-crushing uppercut directly into Jenna’s stomach. Jenna's eyes widened as that punch connected like a freight train, nearly sending her teetering to the canvas! She coughed violently, struggling to catch her breath, while the audience surged with adrenaline.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the round, Kiernan couldn’t resist one last barb, “Better bring it next time, or I’ll have you singing ‘Kumbaya’ while I take this match!” But Jenna, fueled by determination, shot back, breathless yet defiant, “You think this is over? Not by a long shot, Blondie!” The tension in the ring was palpable, with the crowd buzzing, eager to see what chaos would unfold in the next round.
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Round 03:
Round three burst into action like a roaring lion unleashed! The bell chimed and Jenna cemented her resolve to secure this round, her eyes gleaming with fiery determination. She opened with a dazzling display of agility, darting around Kiernan like a bee buzzing around a flower—quick, sharp, and relentless. “You ready to dance, Kiernan? 'Cause I didn’t bring my shoe size!” she quipped, launching a flurry of jabs that struck with precision, each punch landing like a well-timed drumbeat.
Kiernan, ever the powerhouse, braced herself, determined to establish her dominance once more. She aimed a colossal right hook that soared through the air like a freight train—but Jenna ducked just in time! The crowd roared as Kiernan’s punch whizzed by, barely missing its mark, and Jenna responded with a lightning-fast jab to Kiernan’s ribs that hit like a cannonball. Kiernan flinched, her confidence slightly rattled, and Jenna seized the moment, feigning left before coming in with a wicked uppercut that had Kiernan’s head snapping back. “What’s wrong? You sounded so tough before!” Jenna yelled, a smirk painted on her lips.
But Kiernan wasn’t out of the fight yet; she retaliated with a fierce combination, throwing three punches in rapid succession. Bam! Bam! Bam! Yet Jenna, with reflexes sharper than a razor, danced back and dodged, letting the crowd bask in the sheer drama of this clash. As the round progressed, both fighters gave it their all—Jenna was like an electrifying whirlwind, dazzling the crowd with her speed and agility, while Kiernan was the immovable force, dishing out punishing blows every chance she got.
With seconds left on the clock, the intensity reached fever pitch! Jenna dialed up her game to a level that could make the gods jealous. She weaved in and out, executed a stunning slip-and-counter that sent a devastating left hook crashing into Kiernan’s jaw—WHAM! The sound echoed through SoFi Stadium, and the audience exploded with exhilaration! Kiernan staggered back momentarily, holding her jaw, but managed to stay on her feet. Jenna pounced on the opportunity and threw her final bombs: a rapid-fire series of punches that had Kiernan reeling.
As the bell rang, the tension was palpable! The judges leaned in, their pens at the ready, and Jenna couldn’t hide her exhilaration. The scoreboards flashed moments later—close, but Jenna had it, winning the round by a hair’s breadth! “Better luck next time, steel abs!” she hollered triumphantly, as the crowd erupted in cheers, eager for the continuation of this fierce battle that was shaping up to be one for the ages!
Round 04:
Round four kicked off with the kind of fury that could fuel a rocket! Kiernan Shipka bounded out of her corner, a wild glint in her eye that screamed she was ready to unleash a can of whoop-ass! The crowd held its breath as she charged at Jenna, fists flying like a furious storm! “Hope you’re ready for the real deal, ‘cause I’m bringing the thunder!” she roared, launching a relentless assault that had everyone on the edge of their seats.
Kiernan's punches were brutal and precise, each jab hitting with the power of a wrecking ball! A devastating right cross connected with Jenna's cheek—POW! The impact resonated through the arena, with the crowd gasping as Jenna’s head snapped sideways. She staggered, but Kiernan didn’t let up; she followed through with an explosive uppercut that sent a shockwave through the ring, leaving Jenna seeing stars and struggling to find her footing.
“Come on, Jenna! Is that all you’ve got?” Kiernan taunted, her confidence radiating through the air like a heat wave. As Jenna attempted to regroup, Kiernan took advantage of the opening, launching a barrage of hooks that landed with bone-crushing force! Each blow echoed like thunderclaps, where Jenna’s resolve was met with an unyielding wall of aggression. With eyes blazing, Kiernan targeted the body, rocking Jenna with an immense right hook that knocked the wind right out of her sails, leaving the audience roaring in disbelief.
Ignoring the ringing in her ears, Jenna tried to launch a counterattack, but Kiernan was a whirlwind of fury! She bobbed and weaved, her movements sharp and unforgiving. A blistering combination—jab, cross, hook—had Jenna reeling backwards like a ragdoll. The taste of metal filled Jenna's mouth as she bit down, determination etched on her face, but Kiernan kept crashing through, raining down punches like a monsoon.
As the round progressed, it became clear that Kiernan wasn’t just out for blood—she was there to dominate! With finesse and ferocity, she unleashed a filthy overhand that caught Jenna just above the eye, causing sweat and determination to fly! “You’re living in my world now!” Kiernan yelled, as if the ring itself belonged to her. Jenna’s defiance began to fade, her movements slowed under the constant barrage.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and there was no doubt—it was all Kiernan! She raised her arms in victory, basking in the glory of a round that left no room for doubt! By the time the judges’ scorecards were tallied, she stood tall, grinning ear to ear, ready to prove that this match was far from over! The crowd erupted with deafening cheers, knowing they’d just witnessed the sheer brutality of a future champion!
Round 05:
Round five exploded into action like a rocket launching into the stratosphere! Jenna Ortega sprang from her corner, eyes blazing with determination, ready to turn the tide and snatch this battle back from the brink. “Let’s see what you’ve really got, Kiernan!” she yelled, her voice ice-cold and fierce, igniting the crowd’s adrenaline as she charged in like a lioness on the hunt.
The moment they met in the center of the ring was electric! Jenna slipped like a shadow, her footwork so nimble it was like she was gliding on air. As Kiernan unleashed another powerful swing, Jenna ducked under with the grace of a dancer, landing a searing counter-punch that smashed into Kiernan’s ribs—BAM! The crowd roared, the sound echoing off the walls like thunder! Kiernan winced, and Jenna sensed the blood in the water, ready to go in for the kill.
Jenna ramped up her game, weaving and bobbing out of reach, peppering Kiernan with staccato jabs that landed with precision like bullets fired from a sniper. “You thought you had me? Not today!” she taunted, a grin spreading across her face as she unloaded a one-two combo to Kiernan’s face that sent her staggering back. The momentum was shifting, and the crowd was on fire, sensing the tides of battle change!
With every punch Jenna threw, her confidence soared through the roof—she was a whirlwind of speed and technique! A spinning backfist caught Kiernan off guard, the impact echoing through the arena and reducing her to a dazed state. “Can you feel that? It’s called pure ferocity!” Jenna shouted, amplifying the energy in the arena and sending the fans into a frenzy.
As the round progressed, Jenna unleashed a flurry of hooks and uppercuts, each one landing with bone-crushing clarity! Kiernan, ever the fierce competitor, tried to regroup, but Jenna was relentless, her punches firing off like a rapid machine gun! The onslaught left Kiernan reeling as Jenna closed the distance, attacking with ferocious speed, running circles around her like a hawk until she landed a vicious left hook that had Kiernan’s head snapping back in a dizzying blur.
“Who’s the champ now?” Jenna yelled, her voice piercing through the noise, and with each passing second, she built up an insurmountable lead. The final moments flickered by like fireworks, and as the bell rang to signal the end of the round, it was clear—Jenna had dominated! The judges scribbled down their scores with fervor, and the roar of the crowd reflected their excitement. No question about it, Jenna Ortega had seized this round wide on points, proving she was not just a contender, but a force to be reckoned with!
Round 06:
Round six erupted like a volcano, the intensity magnified as both fighters stepped into the ring with nothing but fire in their eyes! Jenna Ortega, fueled by adrenaline and the roaring crowd, was on a mission. “Let’s finish this!” she bellowed, charging in with a tip-toeing agility that was nothing short of mesmerizing. They clashed once again, a symphony of jabs and hooks igniting the arena with fierce energy.
Then, in a blink of an eye, Jenna unleashed a devastating left hook that landed with jaw-dropping force—BAM! Kiernan was sent sprawling to the canvas, a thud shaking the ground beneath the audience’s feet. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, hands thrown in the air as if they’d just witnessed a shooting star. Jenna stepped back, heart racing, eyes wide with disbelief. "Count ‘em out!" she hollered, her confidence radiating like heat from a blazing sun.
But Kiernan wasn't done yet; no way, no how! The referee started the count, his voice ringing in the charged atmosphere. “One! Two!” The seconds felt like an eternity as Kiernan blinked away the fog of impact, grounding herself in the moment. At six, the fire in her spirit began to ignite; she was a warrior, and she wasn’t about to let defeat rain on her parade. With a defiant growl, she pushed herself up, shaking off the knockdown like it was nothing more than an annoying fly buzzing around.
“Seven!” the referee called, and with that, Kiernan found her footing and stood tall against the ropes, a ferocious glare fixed on Jenna. The crowd gasped in awe at her sheer resilience—the heart of a champion pulsating through her every move. “Is that all you’ve got?” Kiernan roared, dusting herself off with an intensity that sent chills through the audience. Jenna’s confidence took a slight hit, but she quickly readied herself for what was sure to be an all-out brawl.
The electrifying tension crackled between them, setting the stage for an epic showdown that was far from over!
Round 07:
Round seven kicked off with a bang, and the atmosphere was electric—like a lightning storm about to break loose! Kiernan Shipka, fueled by defiance and grit, stormed out of her corner like a fierce force of nature. “You ready for this, Jenna?” she sneered, teeth bared and eyes blazing as she launched towards her opponent. The crowd was on their feet, sensing they were about to witness something truly brutal.
Jenna, reeling from the past barrage but refusing to back down, braced herself. Too late! Kiernan exploded forward with a wicked straight jab that slammed into Jenna's already battered nose, the sickening crunch echoing through the arena. Blood spattered like paint from a brush, glistening in the harsh arena lights as Jenna staggered back, shock written across her face. The crowd gasped collectively, their adrenaline reaching a fever pitch!
Kiernan pressed the advantage, head hunting with a vicious uppercut aimed at Jenna’s liver—a perfect target for devastation. With unparalleled precision, she sunk her fist deep into Jenna’s body, feeling the impact resonate through her opponent like thunder. Jenna doubled over, gasping for air, and Kiernan couldn’t resist a taunt as she flaunted her chiseled abs, “Lily baby is next for that one!” She could practically taste victory as the words escaped her lips.
With one final, calculated shot, Kiernan unleashed a devastating body blow, crashing into Jenna's liver with earth-shattering impact. Jenna's body crumpled like a rag doll, eyes rolling back as she plummeted to the canvas, the world around her fading in and out like a distant dream. The referee began the count, his voice ringing out in the charged silence. “One! Two! Three!”
The crowd was wild, their roars now a tidal wave of raw passion as they witnessed the end. Kiernan stood tall, chest heaving with exhilaration, as the count continued. “Four! Five! Six!” There was no question about it—this was her moment of glory! As the referee’s voice echoed “Seven!” and then “Eight!”, Jenna lay motionless, giving no indication she was getting up.
“Count her out!” Kiernan shouted, thrusting her arms in the air, soaking in the elation of the crowd. And just like that, the referee finished the count—“Nine! Ten!” The bell rang, signaling the end of the match, and Kiernan basked in her monumental victory, the queen of the ring!
Official Decision: Kiernan Shipka defeats Jenna Ortega via KO 7!
AFTER:
Kiernan stood, her arm raised in triumph, a cocky grin plastered across her face. But oh no, she wasn’t finished yet! Fueled by wild adrenaline and the roaring applause of the crowd, she strutted over to the unconscious Jenna Ortega like a lion surveying its prey. With a swift motion, she hoisted Jenna up, positioning the defeated fighter’s limp body over her shoulder like a trophy of the night's spectacular carnage.
“Smile for the cameras, Jenna!” Kiernan shouted, her voice dripping with playful malice as she paraded around each corner of the ring. She posed with the fallen star, practically flaunting her victory for the press like it was the world’s greatest art installation! The lights flashed, capturing the moment in glory and resentment, while whispers of disbelief and exhilaration shot through the audience. The night was still young, but the Queens of Absolution's Requiem event was already bursting at the seams with wild energy and theatrical drama. With every snap of the camera, it was clear—this was just the beginning of a messy affair that was destined to go down in history!
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Kiernan Shipka:
(24, 5’2”, 101.5lbs, 5:10 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Jenna Ortega:
(22, 5’1”, 101lbs, 10:7 FCBA, Global Boxing Syndicate)
BEFORE:
After the first victory by Anne Winters could the Queens of Absolution keep it up at SoFi Stadium during the night of Requiem? Not if Jenna Ortega had anything to say about it. Clad in a smokey grey sports bra and boxing shorts she stood in the ring as the next opponent in what was becoming the prelude to a Queens revolution. Her raven-black hair was pulled back tightly, showcasing a face carved with determination, and those piercing dark eyes that could send shivers down anyone's spine. She flexed her muscles, each sinewy detail of her arms glowing under the lights, looking like she was ready to pounce at any moment. Those defined shoulders; oh man, they were practically sculpted from stone! Every movement, whether she was bouncing on her toes or throwing jabs in the air, displayed pure athletic prowess. She had that killer instinct, making it clear she wasn't just there to play. But Jenna would have to go through the Queens' latest acquisition, Kiernan Shipka first.
The lights dimmed in the stadium to a radiated Queens Blue and Queens Purple. At the top of the ramp, a fit silhouette appeared. Her straight blonde hair gleamed in the dancing lights. Adorned in a black bikini that hugged her athletic body tightly, it was Kiernan Shipka. Kiernan Shipka strode down that ramp like she owned the place, radiating confidence to the max! Her toned physique was a masterpiece—those abs rippled like a well-crafted sculpture, glistening under the bright lights as she flexed and showcased herself. The black bikini she wore clung to her curves tighter than a vice, accentuating her sculpted legs that seemed ready to launch her into the stratosphere. Those thighs? Unreal! They were the kind that could crush steel—strong, defined, and powerful. With each step, her blonde hair flowed like liquid gold, framing her face that was fierce yet alluring, a combination that could easily throw opponents off their game. And those piercing hazel eyes? They were electrifying, filled with an intensity that screamed she was there to dominate, not just participate. If anyone was hoping for an easy fight, they were about to learn a brutal lesson—Kiernan was a force of nature, preparing to unleash absolute chaos in that ring!
Round 01:
Round one kicked off with an electrifying energy that had the crowd at SoFi Stadium roaring like a wild beast! Jenna Ortega, feeling invincible, danced around the ring like a ballerina from hell, and couldn't help but taunt, “This is gonna be a walk in the park, Kiernan! I hope you brought your lunch, ‘cause I'm about to serve you a plate of reality!”
But Kiernan wasn’t distracted; she stood her ground, fists raised, like a lioness ready to pounce. The first clash happened with a fierce exchange. Jenna ducked in and unleashed a rapid one-two combo—bam! The first jab landed square on Kiernan’s cheek, and the crowd gasped. But Kiernan wasn’t about to take that lightly. She retaliated with a wicked left hook aimed at Jenna’s midsection, but Jenna slipped away just in time, taunting her again, “You call that a punch? I barely felt it! Come on, throw something real!”
Making great use of her speed, Jenna zapped in again, going low with a straight punch that connected on Kiernan’s ribs, which made her wince. Jenna backpedaled, laughing, “Last time I checked, this was boxing, not therapy!” But just as she was feeling cocky, Kiernan countered with a powerful jab right to Jenna’s face, sending her head snapping back. The crowd erupted!
“Thought you could dance all night, huh?" Kiernan barked, her eyes blazing with intensity. Jenna winced but quickly regained composure. She feinted with a right before going low, landing a sneaky uppercut to Kiernan’s chin that had the crowd on their feet! The sound of leather on flesh echoed through the arena while Jenna yelled, “I’m just getting started!”
As the round progressed, both competitors displayed their skills—Jenna using swift footwork and quick combinations, landing jabs and hooks, while Kiernan relied on her powerful strikes and sheer strength to keep Jenna on her toes. By the end of the round, Jenna was ahead on points according to the judges, but not without a fierce exchange of glances that promised this ferocious rivalry had only just begun.
Round 02:
Round two kicked off with an explosive energy that sent shockwaves through SoFi Stadium! Kiernan Shipka, now fired up and ready to prove herself, stepped up her game with an unrelenting ferocity. With her fists held high, she immediately went on the attack, launching a devastating one-two combo that connected with Jenna's face—boom! The crowd erupted in a frenzy as Jenna staggered back, desperately trying to regain her footing.
But Jenna wasn’t about to back down. Her slick defensive moves kicked in, dodging Kiernan's relentless barrage. She danced around the ring, raising her guard, blocking Kiernan's big swings with those lightning-fast reflexes of hers. Still, Kiernan was on a warpath, targeting Jenna’s body with ferocious hooks that sounded like thunder when they landed! A powerful right to Jenna's ribs left her momentarily gasping for breath, and Kiernan relished every second, taunting, “Bet you didn’t see that coming, huh? My abs are made of freakin' steel!”
Determined to prove her point, Jenna darted in with a swift jab aimed directly at Kiernan’s midsection. It landed hard—wham! But Kiernan barely flinched, throwing back her head with a wicked grin and flexing those rock-hard abs, “Nice try, Jenna! You'll have to do better than that to crack this fortress!” The audacity of Kiernan had the crowd roaring for more, and with a fierce grin, she retaliated with a bone-crushing uppercut directly into Jenna’s stomach. Jenna's eyes widened as that punch connected like a freight train, nearly sending her teetering to the canvas! She coughed violently, struggling to catch her breath, while the audience surged with adrenaline.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of the round, Kiernan couldn’t resist one last barb, “Better bring it next time, or I’ll have you singing ‘Kumbaya’ while I take this match!” But Jenna, fueled by determination, shot back, breathless yet defiant, “You think this is over? Not by a long shot, Blondie!” The tension in the ring was palpable, with the crowd buzzing, eager to see what chaos would unfold in the next round.
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Round 03:
Round three burst into action like a roaring lion unleashed! The bell chimed and Jenna cemented her resolve to secure this round, her eyes gleaming with fiery determination. She opened with a dazzling display of agility, darting around Kiernan like a bee buzzing around a flower—quick, sharp, and relentless. “You ready to dance, Kiernan? 'Cause I didn’t bring my shoe size!” she quipped, launching a flurry of jabs that struck with precision, each punch landing like a well-timed drumbeat.
Kiernan, ever the powerhouse, braced herself, determined to establish her dominance once more. She aimed a colossal right hook that soared through the air like a freight train—but Jenna ducked just in time! The crowd roared as Kiernan’s punch whizzed by, barely missing its mark, and Jenna responded with a lightning-fast jab to Kiernan’s ribs that hit like a cannonball. Kiernan flinched, her confidence slightly rattled, and Jenna seized the moment, feigning left before coming in with a wicked uppercut that had Kiernan’s head snapping back. “What’s wrong? You sounded so tough before!” Jenna yelled, a smirk painted on her lips.
But Kiernan wasn’t out of the fight yet; she retaliated with a fierce combination, throwing three punches in rapid succession. Bam! Bam! Bam! Yet Jenna, with reflexes sharper than a razor, danced back and dodged, letting the crowd bask in the sheer drama of this clash. As the round progressed, both fighters gave it their all—Jenna was like an electrifying whirlwind, dazzling the crowd with her speed and agility, while Kiernan was the immovable force, dishing out punishing blows every chance she got.
With seconds left on the clock, the intensity reached fever pitch! Jenna dialed up her game to a level that could make the gods jealous. She weaved in and out, executed a stunning slip-and-counter that sent a devastating left hook crashing into Kiernan’s jaw—WHAM! The sound echoed through SoFi Stadium, and the audience exploded with exhilaration! Kiernan staggered back momentarily, holding her jaw, but managed to stay on her feet. Jenna pounced on the opportunity and threw her final bombs: a rapid-fire series of punches that had Kiernan reeling.
As the bell rang, the tension was palpable! The judges leaned in, their pens at the ready, and Jenna couldn’t hide her exhilaration. The scoreboards flashed moments later—close, but Jenna had it, winning the round by a hair’s breadth! “Better luck next time, steel abs!” she hollered triumphantly, as the crowd erupted in cheers, eager for the continuation of this fierce battle that was shaping up to be one for the ages!
Round 04:
Round four kicked off with the kind of fury that could fuel a rocket! Kiernan Shipka bounded out of her corner, a wild glint in her eye that screamed she was ready to unleash a can of whoop-ass! The crowd held its breath as she charged at Jenna, fists flying like a furious storm! “Hope you’re ready for the real deal, ‘cause I’m bringing the thunder!” she roared, launching a relentless assault that had everyone on the edge of their seats.
Kiernan's punches were brutal and precise, each jab hitting with the power of a wrecking ball! A devastating right cross connected with Jenna's cheek—POW! The impact resonated through the arena, with the crowd gasping as Jenna’s head snapped sideways. She staggered, but Kiernan didn’t let up; she followed through with an explosive uppercut that sent a shockwave through the ring, leaving Jenna seeing stars and struggling to find her footing.
“Come on, Jenna! Is that all you’ve got?” Kiernan taunted, her confidence radiating through the air like a heat wave. As Jenna attempted to regroup, Kiernan took advantage of the opening, launching a barrage of hooks that landed with bone-crushing force! Each blow echoed like thunderclaps, where Jenna’s resolve was met with an unyielding wall of aggression. With eyes blazing, Kiernan targeted the body, rocking Jenna with an immense right hook that knocked the wind right out of her sails, leaving the audience roaring in disbelief.
Ignoring the ringing in her ears, Jenna tried to launch a counterattack, but Kiernan was a whirlwind of fury! She bobbed and weaved, her movements sharp and unforgiving. A blistering combination—jab, cross, hook—had Jenna reeling backwards like a ragdoll. The taste of metal filled Jenna's mouth as she bit down, determination etched on her face, but Kiernan kept crashing through, raining down punches like a monsoon.
As the round progressed, it became clear that Kiernan wasn’t just out for blood—she was there to dominate! With finesse and ferocity, she unleashed a filthy overhand that caught Jenna just above the eye, causing sweat and determination to fly! “You’re living in my world now!” Kiernan yelled, as if the ring itself belonged to her. Jenna’s defiance began to fade, her movements slowed under the constant barrage.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and there was no doubt—it was all Kiernan! She raised her arms in victory, basking in the glory of a round that left no room for doubt! By the time the judges’ scorecards were tallied, she stood tall, grinning ear to ear, ready to prove that this match was far from over! The crowd erupted with deafening cheers, knowing they’d just witnessed the sheer brutality of a future champion!
Round 05:
Round five exploded into action like a rocket launching into the stratosphere! Jenna Ortega sprang from her corner, eyes blazing with determination, ready to turn the tide and snatch this battle back from the brink. “Let’s see what you’ve really got, Kiernan!” she yelled, her voice ice-cold and fierce, igniting the crowd’s adrenaline as she charged in like a lioness on the hunt.
The moment they met in the center of the ring was electric! Jenna slipped like a shadow, her footwork so nimble it was like she was gliding on air. As Kiernan unleashed another powerful swing, Jenna ducked under with the grace of a dancer, landing a searing counter-punch that smashed into Kiernan’s ribs—BAM! The crowd roared, the sound echoing off the walls like thunder! Kiernan winced, and Jenna sensed the blood in the water, ready to go in for the kill.
Jenna ramped up her game, weaving and bobbing out of reach, peppering Kiernan with staccato jabs that landed with precision like bullets fired from a sniper. “You thought you had me? Not today!” she taunted, a grin spreading across her face as she unloaded a one-two combo to Kiernan’s face that sent her staggering back. The momentum was shifting, and the crowd was on fire, sensing the tides of battle change!
With every punch Jenna threw, her confidence soared through the roof—she was a whirlwind of speed and technique! A spinning backfist caught Kiernan off guard, the impact echoing through the arena and reducing her to a dazed state. “Can you feel that? It’s called pure ferocity!” Jenna shouted, amplifying the energy in the arena and sending the fans into a frenzy.
As the round progressed, Jenna unleashed a flurry of hooks and uppercuts, each one landing with bone-crushing clarity! Kiernan, ever the fierce competitor, tried to regroup, but Jenna was relentless, her punches firing off like a rapid machine gun! The onslaught left Kiernan reeling as Jenna closed the distance, attacking with ferocious speed, running circles around her like a hawk until she landed a vicious left hook that had Kiernan’s head snapping back in a dizzying blur.
“Who’s the champ now?” Jenna yelled, her voice piercing through the noise, and with each passing second, she built up an insurmountable lead. The final moments flickered by like fireworks, and as the bell rang to signal the end of the round, it was clear—Jenna had dominated! The judges scribbled down their scores with fervor, and the roar of the crowd reflected their excitement. No question about it, Jenna Ortega had seized this round wide on points, proving she was not just a contender, but a force to be reckoned with!
Round 06:
Round six erupted like a volcano, the intensity magnified as both fighters stepped into the ring with nothing but fire in their eyes! Jenna Ortega, fueled by adrenaline and the roaring crowd, was on a mission. “Let’s finish this!” she bellowed, charging in with a tip-toeing agility that was nothing short of mesmerizing. They clashed once again, a symphony of jabs and hooks igniting the arena with fierce energy.
Then, in a blink of an eye, Jenna unleashed a devastating left hook that landed with jaw-dropping force—BAM! Kiernan was sent sprawling to the canvas, a thud shaking the ground beneath the audience’s feet. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, hands thrown in the air as if they’d just witnessed a shooting star. Jenna stepped back, heart racing, eyes wide with disbelief. "Count ‘em out!" she hollered, her confidence radiating like heat from a blazing sun.
But Kiernan wasn't done yet; no way, no how! The referee started the count, his voice ringing in the charged atmosphere. “One! Two!” The seconds felt like an eternity as Kiernan blinked away the fog of impact, grounding herself in the moment. At six, the fire in her spirit began to ignite; she was a warrior, and she wasn’t about to let defeat rain on her parade. With a defiant growl, she pushed herself up, shaking off the knockdown like it was nothing more than an annoying fly buzzing around.
“Seven!” the referee called, and with that, Kiernan found her footing and stood tall against the ropes, a ferocious glare fixed on Jenna. The crowd gasped in awe at her sheer resilience—the heart of a champion pulsating through her every move. “Is that all you’ve got?” Kiernan roared, dusting herself off with an intensity that sent chills through the audience. Jenna’s confidence took a slight hit, but she quickly readied herself for what was sure to be an all-out brawl.
The electrifying tension crackled between them, setting the stage for an epic showdown that was far from over!
Round 07:
Round seven kicked off with a bang, and the atmosphere was electric—like a lightning storm about to break loose! Kiernan Shipka, fueled by defiance and grit, stormed out of her corner like a fierce force of nature. “You ready for this, Jenna?” she sneered, teeth bared and eyes blazing as she launched towards her opponent. The crowd was on their feet, sensing they were about to witness something truly brutal.
Jenna, reeling from the past barrage but refusing to back down, braced herself. Too late! Kiernan exploded forward with a wicked straight jab that slammed into Jenna's already battered nose, the sickening crunch echoing through the arena. Blood spattered like paint from a brush, glistening in the harsh arena lights as Jenna staggered back, shock written across her face. The crowd gasped collectively, their adrenaline reaching a fever pitch!
Kiernan pressed the advantage, head hunting with a vicious uppercut aimed at Jenna’s liver—a perfect target for devastation. With unparalleled precision, she sunk her fist deep into Jenna’s body, feeling the impact resonate through her opponent like thunder. Jenna doubled over, gasping for air, and Kiernan couldn’t resist a taunt as she flaunted her chiseled abs, “Lily baby is next for that one!” She could practically taste victory as the words escaped her lips.
With one final, calculated shot, Kiernan unleashed a devastating body blow, crashing into Jenna's liver with earth-shattering impact. Jenna's body crumpled like a rag doll, eyes rolling back as she plummeted to the canvas, the world around her fading in and out like a distant dream. The referee began the count, his voice ringing out in the charged silence. “One! Two! Three!”
The crowd was wild, their roars now a tidal wave of raw passion as they witnessed the end. Kiernan stood tall, chest heaving with exhilaration, as the count continued. “Four! Five! Six!” There was no question about it—this was her moment of glory! As the referee’s voice echoed “Seven!” and then “Eight!”, Jenna lay motionless, giving no indication she was getting up.
“Count her out!” Kiernan shouted, thrusting her arms in the air, soaking in the elation of the crowd. And just like that, the referee finished the count—“Nine! Ten!” The bell rang, signaling the end of the match, and Kiernan basked in her monumental victory, the queen of the ring!
Official Decision: Kiernan Shipka defeats Jenna Ortega via KO 7!
AFTER:
Kiernan stood, her arm raised in triumph, a cocky grin plastered across her face. But oh no, she wasn’t finished yet! Fueled by wild adrenaline and the roaring applause of the crowd, she strutted over to the unconscious Jenna Ortega like a lion surveying its prey. With a swift motion, she hoisted Jenna up, positioning the defeated fighter’s limp body over her shoulder like a trophy of the night's spectacular carnage.
“Smile for the cameras, Jenna!” Kiernan shouted, her voice dripping with playful malice as she paraded around each corner of the ring. She posed with the fallen star, practically flaunting her victory for the press like it was the world’s greatest art installation! The lights flashed, capturing the moment in glory and resentment, while whispers of disbelief and exhilaration shot through the audience. The night was still young, but the Queens of Absolution's Requiem event was already bursting at the seams with wild energy and theatrical drama. With every snap of the camera, it was clear—this was just the beginning of a messy affair that was destined to go down in history!