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22 November 2023 Zoey Deutch vs Danielle Rose Russell

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QUEENS OF ABSOLUTION ANNIVERSARY @ KIA FORUM PPV

Posted by Queens of Absolution on 22 November 2023 at 2:21 am

Queens Anniversary: Zoey Deutch vs Danielle Rose Russell

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Zoey Deutch:
(28, 5’4”, 119lbs, 1:8 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Danielle Rose Russell:
(24, 5’3”, 130lbs, 9:13 FCBA, Foxfire Boxing)

BEFORE:

Zoey Deutch gracefully strutted her stuff into the Kia Forum, exuding an air of confidence and determination. As she made her entrance, all eyes were drawn to her, captivated by her striking presence. She appeared like an ethereal angel of destruction, clad entirely in pristine white attire.

Her sports bra, perfectly hugging her toned physique, accentuated her rock-hard abs - a true testament to her unwavering dedication to physical fitness. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, highlighting every contour and muscle definition, leaving no doubt about her raw physical power.

The daring choice of white panties showcased the sinewy strength in her thighs, with every muscle twitching in anticipation of the intense boxing match ahead. Her boots, pristine white and immaculately polished, echoed her unwavering determination and unyielding spirit.

As she raised her hands, adorned with matching white boxing gloves, the room fell silent in anticipation of the impending action. The gloves were poised to deliver devastating blows, a reflection of the power she possessed within.

Zoey Deutch was not just a mesmerizing vision of deadly beauty, but also a force to be reckoned with. She stood as a white-clad warrior, ready to conquer the challenges that lay before her and showcase her indomitable might to the world.

On the other side of the ring, Danielle Rose Russell emerged from the shadows like a tempest in the night, her energy sending a palpable thrill through the crowd. Draped in a fierce ensemble of black, she stood as a stark contrast to Zoey's ethereal white. Her sports bra clung to her firm abs, the menacing black fabric highlighting the power that lay beneath the surface. Her taut muscles were visible beneath the smooth skin, pulsing with raw, untamed energy, ready to meet Zoey's might punch for punch.

Danielle's choice of black panties was both bold and provocative, emphasizing the sleek strength of her legs. Every flex of her powerful thighs spoke volumes about the intense training she had undergone. Each movement was purposeful, each step a testament to her unwavering tenacity and endurance.

Her hands, encased in gleaming black boxing gloves, were weapons of destruction poised to unleash a storm on her opponent. These hand-cannons were wound up, loaded and ready to fire, promising a brutal onslaught that would give even the toughest warriors pause.

Completing her battle garb were her boots, as black as the darkest night. Gleaming with an ominous sheen, they were the final touch to her intimidating appearance, a symbol of her steadfast resolve and undying spirit. Danielle Rose Russell was a vision of destructive elegance, a black-clad Valkyrie, fiercely ready to face the white warrior, Zoey Deutch, in the ultimate test of power and perseverance.

Round 01:

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the first round, the air crackled with tangible tension. Danielle Rose Russell, the black-clad Valkyrie, pounced like a panther, her powerful legs propelling her with a velocity that was nothing short of astonishing. Zoey, the white-clad warrior, braced herself, her taut muscles rippling in anticipation.

The first blow landed like a thunderbolt, Danielle's gloved fist sinking into Zoey's well-defined abs with unforgiving force. The crowd gasped in unison as Zoey faltered slightly, the impact visible on her previously composed visage. Danielle was relentless, each punch a hammer blow, repeatedly targeting Zoey's delicate frame without mercy. The brutality was staggering, Danielle's strength proving to be overwhelming. Zoey’s abs, once taut and firm, started to buckle under the relentless onslaught. Like a black storm, Danielle seemed to be everywhere at once, her gloves a blur of motion, striking, punishing, dismantling.

As the round drew to a close, Zoey was visibly winded, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her face reflected the impact of Danielle's onslaught, her eyes wide and glazed with pain. Stumbling slightly, she doubled over, clutching her stomach protectively as she made her way back to her corner. It was a sight that made the crowd go wild, a testament to the raw power of Danielle Rose Russell. The first round was undeniably hers, leaving spectators breathlessly awaiting the next bout of action.

Round 02:

As round two commenced, Zoey Deutch, the white-clad warrior, shook off the previous round's defeat, her eyes twinkling with a newfound determination. A change in the wind was on the horizon, as Zoey clenched her teeth, her nostrils flaring in focused anticipation. Danielle, the black-clad Valkyrie, stood poised, ready to continue her assault, unaware of the hurricane about to strike her.

Suddenly, with a speed that belied her earlier faltering, Zoey lunged forward. Her white glove, now more grey than pristine, plunged into Danielle's stomach without warning. The crowd roared in excitement as Danielle doubled over in shock, the breath whooshed out of her in an audible gasp. Zoey snarled, her voice echoing through the Forum, "b*tch!" The echoes barely had time to fade before Zoey twisted her fists upwards, launching a brutal assault on Danielle's face.

Danielle reeled under the onslaught, her head jerking back repeatedly under the force of Zoey's punches. Zoey was a tempest, her fists raining down on Danielle with unrelenting fury. Danielle's face, once smooth, was rapidly bruising up under the storm of punches that Zoey was throwing. With each connecting punch, there was a sickening crunch, a testament to the sheer force behind Zoey's fists.

The crowd gasped as Danielle's body was sent flying towards the ropes, the force of Zoey's punch evident in the way she stumbled and almost fell. Zoey, her eyes focused and predatory, followed swiftly. Raising her fist, she delivered a bone-crunching uppercut to Danielle's solar plexus and ribs.

Danielle's breath hitched, the impact visibly taking her breath away as she cradled her stomach. Her eyes were wide, pain reflecting in them as she struggled to catch her breath. Just as Danielle had done in the previous round, Zoey dominated the ring, leaving Danielle gasping for air as the bell signaled the end of the round.

The crowd exploded in cheers, their excitement palpable as Zoey proved she was far from defeated. The spotlight was now on her, the white-clad warrior who had risen from the ashes to stage an incredible comeback. The stage was set for the next round, the crowd on the edge of their seats as they waited for the continuation of the brutal, captivating showdown.

Round 03:

As the bell echoed through the forum, marking the start of the third round, both women came out swinging, their faces set in grim determination. Zoey, in her now grey-clad form, seemed to have found an insatiable appetite for destruction. She was a tempest, a hurricane in the ring, her fists a blur of relentless, ruthless aggression. Danielle, the black-clad Valkyrie, was on the defense, her once fierce attacks replaced with desperate parries and blocks.

Zoey struck like a viper, her fists zeroing in on Danielle's already bruised stomach. Each punch landed with devastating precision, the echoes of each hit reverberating throughout the hushed forum. Danielle tried to block, her own fists coming up in a futile attempt to protect her vulnerable underbelly, but Zoey was relentless. She hammered away, each punch a sledgehammer blow, each hit a testament to her indomitable will and raw power.

As if on cue, Zoey switched her focus, her fists now landing on Danielle's ribs with brutal force. The grimace on Danielle's face was a stark contrast to Zoey's mask-like determination, her eyes alight with a predatory focus. Danielle's ribs took the brunt of the attack, each punch causing her to stumble, her breath hitching with each devastating hit.

Zoey wasn't done yet. With a swift motion, she brought her fists up, landing a powerful hit on Danielle's already bruised face. Danielle's head jerked back, her knees buckling under the sheer force of the impact, but she held on, her resolve unwavering.

As the clock ticked away, signaling the final seconds of the round, Zoey saw her chance. With a predatory gleam in her eyes, she lunged, her fist sinking into Danielle's vulnerable underbelly with a force that echoed throughout the forum. Danielle's eyes widened in shock as the impact sent her sprawling on the canvas. The crowd erupted in a deafening roar as the bell rang, signaling the end of the round and marking Zoey's incredible knockdown. Zoey stood over her fallen opponent, her chest heaving with exertion, a victorious smirk playing on her lips. The third round was hers, and she had proven beyond doubt that she was a formidable force in the ring.

Round 04:

The bell heralding round four echoed through the resounding silence of the Kia Forum. Danielle, visibly battered but far from beaten, squared her shoulders and set her gaze on Zoey. Zoey, the tempest from the previous round, seemed to falter at Danielle's unwavering look. The crowd held its breath, sensing the shift of tide in the electrifying standoff.

Without warning, Danielle lunged forward, her black glove crashing directly into Zoey's navel. The punch landed with a force that sent shockwaves through Zoey's body, causing her to buckle. Zoey's mouth opened in a silent gasp, the pain evident in her wide eyes. But Danielle was not done. She was relentless, a warrior on the offensive.

Before Zoey could recover, Danielle landed another punch, this one deeper, more targeted. It struck Zoey's taut abs, right at her solar plexus. Zoey's breath hitched, her face contorted in pain as the force of Danielle's punch sent her sprawling. The crowd roared as Zoey hit the ground, her lithe body folding under the impact.

Zoey writhed on the ground, struggling to rise, her breaths shallow and ragged. Yet, the count from the referee echoed unforgivingly through the Forum. One... Two... Three... Zoey strained to rise, her hands pushing against the canvas, but her body refused to obey. Four... Five... Nine... The crowd held their breath, their anticipation palpable as Zoey willed her body to cooperate. Ten...

The bell rang out, announcing the end of the count, the end of the round, and the end of the match. Defeat was apparent in Zoey's eyes as she lay on the canvas, her body struggling to recover from Danielle's devastating punch. The crowd erupted in deafening cheers as Danielle was declared the winner, her victory a testament to her resilience and raw power. Danielle Rose Russell had turned the tables, proving once again that in the ring, it's not about how you start, but how you finish.

Official Decision: Danielle Rose Russell defeats Zoey Deutch via KO 4!

AFTER:

As the dust of the match began to settle, Danielle, the victorious Valkyrie of the night, had her hand raised in triumph. The crowd erupted in thunderous applause, the Kia Forum echoing with the resonating cheers and whistles of the spectators. Standing tall and proud, Danielle commanded the ring, her win etched in every line of her battered but unbowed figure.

Turning to face the throng of reporters awaiting her statement, she gave them a rueful smile, her humility shining through even in victory. "Zoey has heart and strength", she acknowledged, her words echoing through the forum. "I got lucky and struck her where she wasn't expecting."

The solemn silence that followed Danielle's words was broken when it was Zoey's turn to address the reporters. Zoey, despite her loss, carried herself with an unwavering strength that had defined her throughout the match. She stepped forward, her face a mask of resolve as she looked towards the sea of lenses pointed at her. "I'll face Danielle again and even the score", she stated, her voice resonating with determination. "But she pummeled my abs into submission tonight."

With a wry smile, she added, "The Queens aren't doing too well so far, but hopefully, that will change after the halftime show." Her words hung in the newly charged air, promising a thrilling comeback and whetting the crowd's appetite for the impending halftime performance.