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29 December 2023 Bridget Satterlee vs Emily DiDonato

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OFFICIAL FCBA "SEASON'S BEATINGS" PPV 2023

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 30 December 2023 at 2:18 am

Bridget Satterlee vs Emily DiDonato

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Bridget Satterlee:

(25, 5’10”, 124lbs, 2:1 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Emily DiDonato:

(32, 5’10”, 132lbs, 70:34 FCBA, Fates Boxing)

BEFORE:

As Bridget Satterlee sauntered down the ramp, the deafening cheers of the crowd washed over her. Her title of "Goddess" was no mere flattery, but a testament to her prowess in the ring. Clad in a black bra, black briefs, matching boxing gloves, and boots, she cut an imposing figure. Her AMDD belt shining hoisted over her shoulder was a stark reminder of her reigning supremacy.

The sight of Bridget was enough to stir a sense of trepidation in her opponents. Her long, lean abs were ripped to perfection, a testament to her grueling training regime and unbending discipline. Each taut muscle in her body was a piece of poetry in motion, sculpted to inflict maximum damage.

Her approach to the ring was a study in calculated precision. Bridget was not merely a fighter; she was a strategist. Her cold, calculating gaze, unyielding focus, and complete absence of remorse lent her an air of inimitable authority and dominance. Each step she took was a warning rumble before the storm.

Inside the ring, Emily DiDonato was waiting. The buzzing anticipation of the crowd was palpable. Emily, with a resolve as hard as steel in her eyes, had focused her strategy on exploiting Bridget's long, lean abs. But the Goddess was not one to be easily broken. She was a fortress unto herself, a force of nature that would not be tamed.

Bridget's beauty was as lethal as her punches. There was a certain grace in her movements, a lethal dance that was as captivating as it was terrifying. Her beauty was the calm, enchanting lull before the tempestuous onslaught of her fists. The Goddess was no mere mortal; she was a paradox, a deadly beauty.

Bridget finally reached the ring, her black boots thudding against the hard surface. In a swift move, she hopped up onto the ropes, the crowd's deafening cheers echoing around the vast expanse of SoFi Stadium. Holding her AMDD belt high above her head, she reveled in the chants of her name that filled the air. As the spotlight hit her, her belt gleamed brilliantly, a beacon of her indomitable power and supremacy. "Your Abs of Mass Destruction Champion, the girl best known as 'Goddess,' Bridget Satterlee" boomed the announcer's voice over the loudspeakers. The crowd roared in response, their collective voice vibrating through the stadium like a thunderclap. The stage was set and the Goddess was ready. The anticipation was electric, the air thick with the promise of the brutal battle to come.

But let's get one thing straight: the title was not on the line tonight. Nope, this was about more than a title, more than a shiny belt. This was about pride, about proving who the better fighter was. Was it Bridget, with her rock-hard abs and her ironclad resolve, or was it Emily, with her steely focus and unyielding determination? This was a battle of wills, a clash of titanic strength and skill. The crowd could feel it - the tension, the high stakes. This wasn't just a fight. This was a war.

The moment had finally arrived. The crowd fell silent as Bridget, with all her regal aura, closed the distance between her and Emily. An icy smirk played on her lips, one that spoke volumes of her unimpressed demeanor. The crowd held their breath as Bridget leaned in, her gloved hand gently but firmly cupping Emily's chin. The proximity was electrifying. In a voice barely louder than a whisper, Bridget declared, "I'm going to do more to you than Taylor Swift could ever dream up." Her words hung in the air, a silent promise of the brutality that was to come. A shiver ran down Emily's spine, the reality of the situation suddenly sinking in. Without breaking eye contact, Bridget turned around, amusement glinting in her eyes as she sauntered back to her corner, leaving the crowd and a stunned Emily in her wake. The bell sounded, signaling the beginning of the end. The fight was on.

Round 01:

As the bell rang to signify the start of the first round, Emily came out swinging. It was clear that Bridget's jab about Taylor Swift had hit a nerve. Emily, fuelled by a sudden surge of anger and determination, went straight for Bridget's midriff. Each punch was thrown with a ferocity that seemed to echo the words Bridget had just whispered in her ear.

Bridget, for her part, seemed taken aback by Emily's sudden onslaught. She was pushed back, forced on the defensive as Emily dominated the round. Emily's fists rained down on Bridget's proud midriff, each punch a clear demonstration of Emily's refusal to be intimidated.

But as the round drew to a close, it became apparent that Emily's fury had come at a cost. She had thrown her all into the round, expending more energy trying to hurt Bridget than actually causing any real damage. Her punches, once powerful and precise, began to lack in strength, her movements slow and unsteady from exhaustion.

By the end of the round, Emily was visibly worn out. Bridget, with her midriff still intact and her confidence unshaken, could not help but smirk at Emily's predicament. It was clear that the fight was far from over, and Bridget wasn't going down without a fight.

Round 02:

As the second round kicked off, Bridget morphed into the full-blown force of nature that she was known for. Emily, still trying to catch her breath, found herself on the receiving end of a merciless onslaught. Bridget was relentless, her gloves hammering away at Emily's vulnerable abs with a fury that seemed to shake the very foundations of the ring. With surgical precision, she landed blow after brutal blow on Emily's ribs and sternum, each punch resonating with the cold, calculated power that only the Goddess could muster.

The crowd watched in morbid fascination as Bridget took control of the match. Emily's face became a bloody canvas of pain and resilience as Bridget's jabs found their mark time and again. It was brutal, it was savage, and it was quintessential Bridget.

Despite the relentless blows, Emily's spirit was unbroken. By the end of the round, she had managed to recover a significant amount of her stamina, her eyes burning with an undying resolve. But Bridget was in no mood for mercy. As the bell rang to signal the end of the round, Bridget leaned in close to Emily, her smirk icy as she hissed, "Guess you're not quite over that loss to Taylor Swift, huh?" With a cruel chuckle, she added, "Well, brace yourself, sweetheart. You're about to add another to that list." And with that, she sauntered back to her corner, leaving a seething Emily and a stunned audience in her wake. The round might have ended, but the war was far from over.

Round 03:

The third round was where the clash of the titans truly took place. This wasn't just your regular boxing match anymore - this was an Abs of Mass Destruction face-off, a battle of wills and strength that was as mesmerizing as it was brutal. Emily, fueled by her burning desire to tarnish Bridget's pride - her abs, came out swinging. Each punch she threw was a clear challenge, a blatant taunt aimed at the Goddess herself.

But Bridget was not one to back down. For every punch Emily landed on her abs, Bridget responded with two of her own. Her gloves were like hammers, pounding away at Emily with a ferocity that was unparalleled. It was a breathtaking display of power and resilience, a testament to Bridget's unyielding strength.

The crowd watched in rapt attention as the two women traded blows, the tension in the air palpable. But it was Emily's combo to Bridget's face that had everyone on the edge of their seats. It was a swift, brutal series of punches that found their mark with deadly precision, leaving Bridget momentarily dazed.

Seizing her opportunity, Emily taunted Bridget for the first time. "Not so tough now, are you, Goddess?" she sneered, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. Bridget's only response was a steely glare, a silent promise that the fight was far from over. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, but the true battle had only just begun.

Round 04:

The fourth round of this match opened with a display of power and precision that left the audience both horrified and enthralled. Bridget, the Goddess herself, strode towards Emily, her face a mask of cold determination. Emily, bracing herself, could do nothing but watch in trepidation as Bridget squared up to her, ready to deliver a barrage of punishing blows. As the bell rang, Bridget swung her gloved fist, delivering a brutal punch to Emily's abs that echoed through the stadium with a sickening thud.

Emily staggered back, the force of the blow pushing her around the ring. Her abs, once firm and toned, now bore the full brunt of Bridget's onslaught. The crowd watched in grim fascination as Emily's body absorbed blow after brutal blow, each one a testament to Bridget's strength and power. Winded and reeling, Emily coughed up her mouthpiece, a clear sign of the toll Bridget's attack was taking.

Bridget watched as Emily struggled to regain her composure, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. The sight of Emily, once a formidable opponent, now reeling under her attack was a sight to behold. "Not so tough now, are we?" Bridget taunted, her voice dripping with condescension. There was a pause as Emily got a new mouthpiece, the silence in the stadium a stark contrast to the brutal action just moments before.

Just as the match resumed, Emily, burning with determination, nailed Bridget right in the solar plexus. The unexpected blow took Bridget by surprise, causing her to stagger backward. The crowd erupted in a roar of approval, their cheers echoing through the stadium. For a moment, it seemed like Emily had turned the tables on Bridget, landing a significant blow for the first time.

But Bridget quickly recovered, shrugging off Emily's attack like it was nothing. With a swift jab to the face, she sent Emily's head snapping back, a cold reminder of the Goddess's power. Emily stumbled, visibly dazed by the impact. The spectators watched in rapt silence as Emily tried to regain her composure, her eyes clouded with pain and confusion.

As the fourth round came to an end, Bridget leaned in close to Emily, her icy smirk a stark contrast to the heat of the battle. "You're in my world now," she hissed, her voice barely audible above the deafening roar of the crowd. With a final, dismissive once-over, Bridget turned her back on Emily, leaving her opponent and the audience in a state of stunned silence. The round might have been over, but the war was far from finished. Each fighter knew the battle had only just begun, and they were both ready to go down fighting.

Round 05:

Round five was an unadulterated display of Bridget's sheer dominance. Like a force of nature unleashed, she decimated Emily with a brutal efficiency that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Emily, once a fierce competitor, now seemed like a mere shell of her former self, her body and spirit brutally crushed under Bridget's relentless onslaught.

Emily's abs bore the brunt of Bridget's wrath, each punch landing with deadly precision and an alarming level of force. The crowd watched in horror and fascination as Emily's abs, once her pride, were reduced to a bruised and battered mess. Bridget's gloves were instruments of destruction, her jabs powerful enough to threaten the very integrity of Emily's ribs.

Bridget's brutality didn't end there. She targeted Emily's sternum with a ferocity that left the crowd stunned. Each punch was a testament to Bridget's raw power, a power that Emily was clearly ill-equipped to handle. Emily's face, once filled with determination, now bled profusely, a horrifying testament to the hellish nightmare she was living, all thanks to Bridget.

Throughout the round, Bridget's taunts rang out cruelly in the deafening silence of the stadium. Her words were as brutal as her punches, each one landing with a ferocity that left Emily reeling. As the bell rang, signaling the end of the round, it was clear that Bridget was in complete control. She was the Goddess, the unstoppable force, and Emily, it seemed, was merely the unfortunate soul caught in her path.

Round 06:

Round six took an unexpected turn as Emily, battered and bruised, showed a spark of resilience that no one saw coming. Bridget's seemingly limitless stamina appeared to falter as Emily scored a shocking shot to the Goddess's navel, followed swiftly by an uppercut to her solar plexus. The crowd gasped in disbelief as Bridget staggered, her unflappable demeanor finally ruffled. Questions filled the air - was this going to be the beginning of the end for Bridget tonight? Had she overexerted herself on offense? The crowd held their breaths as Emily, with a fresh sense of determination, squared up to Bridget once more, signaling a potential turning point in the most brutal of battles.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the sixth round, but Emily wasn't done just yet. She approached Bridget, eyes glinting with defiance and determination. "Feel that, Goddess?" she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "That's the taste of your own medicine." The crowd roared in approval, energized by Emily's sudden display of mettle. Emboldened by the crowd's reaction, Emily leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is far from over, Bridget. I hope you're ready to taste defeat." With that, she turned on her heel, leaving a visibly shaken Bridget alone in the ring. The tide of the fight seemed to be turning, and the spectators waited in anticipation for what lay ahead.

Round 07:

As the bell tolled for the seventh round, Emily's words still hung heavily in the air. With a newfound fury, she launched at Bridget, imitating the Goddess's own tactics. Her fists were a blur, landing a barrage of punches on Bridget. Though her blows may not have packed the same raw power as Bridget's, they were relentless and fast, catching the Goddess off guard. Emily's face was a mask of determination, her movements driven by the will to prove her words were not empty threats.

Bridget, taken aback and winded, attempted to counter, but Emily's onslaught was unyielding. For the first time in the match, Bridget was on the backfoot, reeling under the relentless storm that Emily had become. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Bridget, the indomitable Goddess, faltered and fell onto the canvas, landing hard on her stomach.

The referee was quick to swoop in, beginning the dreaded ten-count. Bridget, the once mighty Goddess, lay on the canvas, struggling to rise. The stadium was eerily silent, everyone holding their breath as Bridget pushed herself onto her hands and knees. But it was too late - by the time the count had reached ten, Bridget was still on all fours. The bell rang out, echoing through the stunned silence of the stadium. The unthinkable had happened - Bridget, the Goddess, had been defeated.

Official Decision: Emily DiDonato defeats Bridget Satterlee via KO 7!

AFTER:

In the immediate aftermath, Emily didn't hesitate to assert her dominance over the fallen Goddess. She swiftly grabbed Bridget by her golden tresses, forcing her to arch her back in an uncomfortable position. The stadium echoed with Emily's triumphant shout, "First you, then Taylor Swift!" The words hung heavily in the air, a formidable declaration of intent that left the audience electrified. Before releasing Bridget, Emily added a degrading twist - she stepped on the small of Bridget's back, ensuring the photographers from the press got their money shots. Every click of the camera underscored Emily's victory and Bridget's humiliation. This was a clear message to everyone watching.