MELISSA SATTA vs ABBEY CROUCH (Abigail Clancy)
Melissa:
(31, 5’9, 5:0 BBU, SIRENs)

Abbey:
(31, 5’9, 4:11 BBU, Kear’s Kats)

Results: Vassago, Story: Caspian

BEFORE:
Apparently these two soccer WAGs don't like each other much - something about a 2014 Sports Illustrated photoshoot gone south when both girls kept getting in each other’s faces and comparing who’s hotter, fitter with off-handed remarks.
The story changes depending on who you ask, of course, with Satta playing innocent and saying she first overheard Abbey talking smack about her and her husband behind her back, whilst Abbey the one bitchily declaring without any qualms, “The little Italian b*tch can bite me. That’s all I have to say,” when asked for comment.
Third party eyewitnesses say the girls were already exchanging dirty looks when they entered the same room as each other, made worse when they had to persistently be in the same room with nothing but their body paint on, culminating in an intense stare down mid-shoot, with some rough pushing and shoving of chests into the other’s.
Well, today both girls get to settle their differences in a ten-round grudge match to determine which soccer booty gets first billing.
Satta in particular eager to teach the blonde a lesson but her eyes also set on bigger target when she declares: “I heard her first - she called me a b*tch, thinking I wouldn't understand, in that posh English accent. And so what if she’s taller? If I can beat her tonight (and I’m going to), I can beat anyone…”
Some questions already raised at Satta’s inclusion in this Welterweight tournament , but I suppose follow-up question and Satta’s response reveal her intentions.
“Even Petra?” a reporter asks nervously.
A glint in the Italian’s eye as she smiles and replies: “Absolutely.”
Abbey is dressed in baby-blue bikini and red gloves - same outfit colours mirroring her photoshoot all those years ago. Blonde hair tied up in cute knot as she bunches up gloves. Melissa going for classic black and black satin bra and panties, contrasting nicely with her toned and tanned body.
Italian’s hair in loose ponytail, dark blue gloves.
Girls don't even bother greeting each other in the middle of the ring, referee reciting the rules by his lonesome self in the center. Here we go with ten rounds of soccer WAG action! It’s Italy vs England for bragging’ rights!

ROUND 1:
As expected, girls meet at center ring and start BANGIN’ away almost immediately! Abbey throws the first punch of the match, winding back and putting some power into it, intending to take Satta’s head off with surprise, but the Italian brings up her guard almost immediately and the shock is absorbed mostly by her forearms.
Not so lucky for Abbey as she receives a one-two pounding on the face as Satta retaliates, but follow-up blows also smack leather as Abbey retreats. The blonde already looks rattled from that exchange and now is made worse when Satta chases after her with perhaps reckless abandon: lanky Italian beauty simply taking shots with precision, winding back right hand and then powering it into strategic locations: Clancy’s cheek, chest and side as the poor girl grunts in frustration and does little to respond in kind.
Pundits left reeling with let down expectations when the bell rings to signal end of round: what kind of grudge round was this supposed to be?? Satta of course not complaining, looking resplendent in her battle attire.

ROUND 2:
More energy from Clancy in the opening minute: blonde looks fired up and finally ready to rumble.
Crowd’s jeers and cheers grow as Satta actually eats a right hand or two when she gets careless and lets it through her guard.
Face gets smacked repeatedly and Melissa forced back on defensive to reevaluate strategy.
Abbey comes at her without a second thought though, but MISSES with another right that sails past the head, gets her body worked over instead when Satta wades in and pummels with a one-two-three combo to the gut. Abigail groaning, tries to fire back but she’s too close now and at the mercy of Melissa’s clinch.
She tries to bang a left hand off of Satta’s eardrum, but gurgles in pain when the Italian’s fists continue to dig straight up and ravage the belly button. Now Abigail is pushed back into the ropes and pinned down by Satta’s body.
The poor Englishwoman getting her body worked over as Satta bunches up the body with chup chup chup uppercuts then SNAPS the head back with uppercuts to the chin! Abigail in trouble but her arms still protecting the face.
Bell rings and Satta is STILL going at her, refusing to let bygones go! Abigail now sobbing as her body wilts into Satta’s arms - only when the Italian herself is exhausted do both their bodies relax into each other, panting and trembling hard from the exertion. Satta smiling of course - she didn’t get the TKO but knows it’s just a matter of time, hissing insults in her mother tongue that Abigail can only guess the meanings of.

ROUND 3:
Abigail understandably slow to rise from her stool. Her luscious body is pock-marked red and her chest heaving with exhaustion.
Satta couldn’t care less - charges straight at her with arms and elbows tucked in to brawl: jabs to the blonde’s stomach give Abigailmore cause for concern, but it’s perfect distraction for RIGHT HOOK to the face when she lowers her guard on instinct!
Abigail twists to one side as the punch follows through, legs get twisted up and she trips over herself and onto both knees! Knockdown for SATTA!!
3…4… Abbey’s just shivering on all fours as she tries to shake the stars from her head.
Meanwhile Satta looking even more cocky than before, arms resting on ropes, back against turnbuckle, body looking divine with muscles tensing and releasing.
5…6… Abbey climbs back up with the help of the ropes, shaky legs and body tensed as well but in the wrong areas, but makes it back up by the count of 8.
Referee resumes the match and it looks like it’s just a formality at this point for Melissa to rush in to finish the job.
BUT WAIT - desperate rally from Clancy as digs into some reserves: dodges a big hook from Satta, then crouches low and bangs her fists on midsection, drawing audible gasps from the Italian.
Melissa more pissed off than hurt, however, comes back a’swingin’ on the spot, with another hook swung down low - it packs into Abbey in her side and stops that momentum in its tracks, giving Satta all the space to SWIVEL the head once again with giant hook! Abbey rotates on the spot, in danger of tilting over again but the ropes save her this time Hell no, Melissa must be thinking to herself as she rushes in, battering at the blonde’s sides and then swerving her around with a rough tug on shoulder and CONTINUES to jam fists into her belly and guard.
Soon enough, it’s clear that Abigail’s no longer defending herself… arms and legs go limp, wilt by her side… Satta no mercy, one-two-three smacking of leather up into the blonde’s chin rag doll her like she’s a piñata… The referee FINALLY jumps in and saves her from complete annihilation!! It’s over!!

Official Decision: Melissa Satta defeats Abigail Clancy via TKO3!

AFTER:
Another dominant display for the resident Siren who’s looking to usurp the throne of Queen of the locker room.
She’s certainly made a convincing case for herself in this contest, leaving Abigail pooled and blubbering down on her butt, her back against the ropes. And apparently she’s not done with her either! Satta sauntering over and picking her up with two fistfuls of hair, whispering sweet Italian nothings into her stunned face each step of the way onto her knees. “Who’s better now, troia (bitch)?”
Before Satta SLAPS her over and over again on her tear-jerked face, sending her back down to her side with reddened cheeks and redder pride.
Regardless of how Petra Nemcova fared in her previous match tonight, Melissa’s intentions are made pretty clear: These two queens of the locker room are certainly destined to be on a collision course in the near future!