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22 May 2024 Olivia Holt vs Kelli Berglund

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QUEENS PPV EVENT: LEGENDS NEVER DIE

Posted by Queens of Absolution on 22 May 2024 at 2:33 am

LND: Olivia Holt vs Kelli Berglund

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Kelli Berglund:
(28, 5’3”, 106lbs, 2:8 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Olivia Holt:
(26, 5’2”, 110lbs, 34:16 FCBA, Odds and Ends Fight Studio)

BEFORE:

Dusk had turned into night over Allegiant Stadium and the 70,000 people in attendance were ready for an encore of what had transpired between Danielle Panabaker and Imane ‘Pokimane’ Anys. Some questioned whether this was a fair fight while others wanted to see Olivia Holt pummel Kelli Berglund in the ring. The two may have been connected since their young teenage days but their careers in the FCBA and on-screen have been completely different.

Olivia has been wildly successful under the Odds & Ends Fight Studio flag, even earning the Unified Flyweight Title and the AMD (“Abs of Mass Destruction”) Title at points in her career while Kelli has only had ten fights of which she has lost eight of them. The Queens are taking a major gamble here putting her as the second match on the card and against Olivia Holt no less.

In Hollywood, they both started with respectable followings although Kelli stayed with Disney XD a little longer while when it came to non-Disney shows, Holt struggled to keep shows she has led on the air for more than one or two seasons while Kelli’s show on STARZ is actively in production and will be in its second season - what remains to be seen is if she’ll succeed in getting a third.

The question is, how much animosity exists between the two of them. Especially for their very different paths in the FCBA?

Both girls already in the ring as white pyrotechnics near the turnbuckle act as explosive tension grabbers. Kelli decked out in a blue sports bra with black embroidery, black briefs, blue gloves, and black boots with her blonde hair framing her beautifully unique face. For Holt, she’s decked out in white from head to toe with the exchange of briefs for trunks. Her blonde hair also long and framing her face.

The ref went over the usual rules and regulations, made them touch gloves which was more like a pounding and sent them to their corners. He raised his hand, and with his arm slicing through air, signaled for the bell!

Here we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action in second bout of “Legends Never Die!”

Round 01:

Right from the get-go, as soon as the bell clanged like a dinner bell at a shark-feeding frenzy, Kelli Berglund was on Olivia Holt like white on rice. The crowd at Allegiant Stadium could barely believe their eyes as Kelli, with the ferocity of a tornado, hammered into Olivia's midsection – each punch landing with a thunderous smack that echoed off the stadium walls. "Is that all you've got?" Kelli taunted, her fists driving deep into Olivia, making every spectator wince as if they could feel the punches themselves. "Come on, Holt, I thought you were tougher than this!"

In a stunning display of agility and brute force, Kelli then shifted her focus to Olivia's face, snapping her head back with swift, precise jabs. Olivia's guard, which felt as loose as a two-dollar gate, barely managed to block any of Kelli's onslaught. With a sneer, Kelli jeered, "You should've stayed at home, pretty girl!"

Staggering from the barrage, Olivia tried to mount a defense, throwing punches that mostly met air. "You b*tch, Berglund!" Olivia spat back, trying to retaliate, but finding it almost impossible to pierce Kelli's ironclad defense. The realization hit her like a brick – Kelli wasn't just strong; she was a fortress wrapped in muscle, a fact that had Olivia questioning her strategy mid-fight.

Despite Olivia's bravado and quick jabs that snuck through here and there, the round was unequivocally a landslide victory for Kelli Berglund. The audience, buzzing with excitement and shock, couldn't wait to see what the next round would hold after such a dynamic start.

Round 02:

As the bell for round two rang out, signaling the start of another fierce confrontation, Olivia Holt moved in with a newfound determination. Meeting in the center of the ring, the two fighters clashed in a furious power struggle, each muscle taut and every movement filled with raw energy. To the shock of many, Olivia won this initial tussle, gaining the upper hand and pressing Kelli back.

"Time to pay, Berglund," Olivia growled, launching a barrage of punches directly into Kelli's abs, returning the favour from round one. "I was AMD Champion, you don't want to challenge me to an abs contest, Kelso," she taunted, her fists pounding rhythmically into Kelli's midsection. The strikes were relentless, each one digging deeper and deeper, causing Kelli to visibly wince.

Kelli, through gritted teeth spat back, "You think those love taps are going to beat me? You're dreaming, Holt!" But her confidence seemed to waver as she struggled to defend against the onslaught. Olivia pushed Kelli back with a fierce shove and then unleashed a devastating right hook straight into Kelli's ribs, causing her to double over slightly.

"Who's dreaming now, Berglund?" Olivia sneered, her punches landing with pinpoint accuracy and hard-hitting force. She was relentless, and the crowd roared as they watched this complete reversal of fortunes. Kelli tried to jab back, but Olivia's guard was like an impenetrable fortress. "What happened, Kelli? You’re moving slower than a snail in molasses!"

Kelli aimed a wild punch that Olivia deftly dodged. "Big talk from someone who needed a miracle to win a round," Kelli shot back, but the retorts were growing weaker as the round continued to slip away from her grip.

The round ended with Olivia generally outclassing Kelli in every way. The judges' scorecards were unequivocal – Olivia Holt had won round two by a wide margin. The audience, electrified by the dramatic shift, buzzed with anticipation for what lay ahead.

Round 03:

As the bell signaled the beginning of round three, Kelli Berglund and Olivia Holt met once again in the center of the ring, eyes blazing with renewed intensity. Determined to regain control, Kelli moved with a precision that was almost surgical. She ducked under Olivia's initial swing and fired a quick left jab into Olivia's stomach, then a right hook into her ribs. The blows landed hard and fast, echoing through the arena like a series of gunshots.

"Champion, my ass," Kelli jeered, her breath coming in controlled, deliberate rhythms. "You call those moves? Even a toddler could dodge those punches!"

Olivia, attempting to fight back, let out an aggravated grunt and threw a wild punch, only for Kelli to sidestep it effortlessly. "Shut up, Berglund!" she spat, but her words lacked the bite they had before and sounded almost desperate.

Kelli's attack was relentless. Each punch was a masterclass in boxing, aimed with deadly precision at Olivia's midsection. She hammered Olivia's sternum with a barrage of jabs, each strike designed to maximize pain and wear down her opponent. With every hit, Olivia's face contorted in agony, her gasps for air growing more desperate.

"What's wrong, Holt? Can't handle a little pain?" Kelli sneered, delivering another massive punch to Olivia's ribs, causing her to wince and stagger backwards. "You should stick to glamour shoots; you're no fighter."
Olivia's attempts to retaliate were feeble at best. Many of her punches met only air or were deflected by Kelli's impeccable defense. "You think you're so tough, Berglund?" Olivia retorted, launching a half-hearted swing. "We'll see who's talking after this."

But Kelli was having none of it. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and unleashed a flurry of punches to Olivia's midsection that nearly doubled her over. "Face it, Holt. You never deserved to be a champion!" Kelli barked, delivering another brutal hook to the ribs.

As the round progressed, Kelli continued to dominate with a performance that was nothing short of a boxing clinic. The audience, captivated by the sheer intensity, watched in awe as Kelli dished out yet another potent jab, this time snapping Olivia's head back with such force that it almost looked like whiplash. "How's that for a love tap, huh?" Kelli taunted, watching as Olivia's defences crumbled more and more with each punch.

Just as the bell was about to signal the end of the round, Kelli executed the final blow – a jab right to Olivia's face that nearly broke her nose, sending a spray of blood into the air. Olivia stumbled back, her face a mask of pain and disbelief.

The scorecards told the story loud and clear: Kelli Berglund had decisively won round three by a wide margin. The crowd erupted in cheers and gasps, the rivalry between the two fighters reaching a fever pitch as they retreated to their corners, readying themselves for the next brutal chapter of their epic battle.

Round 04:

As the bell rang for round four, Olivia Holt lunged into action with a fury that was almost palpable. Her eyes were locked onto Kelli Berglund, who still wore a smug grin from her round three victory.

"You think you’re still hot sh*t, Berglund?" Olivia snarled, driving a vicious punch directly into Kelli's stomach. The impact doubled Kelli over, her smug grin replaced by a grimace of raw pain. As she gagged, Olivia didn't let up, her fists working like a relentless machine.

"Is that all you got, Holt?" Kelli managed to gasp, trying to maintain her brash demeanor. However, her attempts at jabbing back were weak and poorly timed, hitting nothing but air.

"Oh, I'm just getting started," Olivia growled, her fists hammering Kelli's abdomen over and over. "I'm going to make you wish you'd never stepped in this ring!" Each punch landed with the force of a sledgehammer, leaving Kelli to desperately shield her face and take the brutal hits to her midsection instead.

"You couldn't knock out a paper bag," Kelli spat, though her words were strained and each breath seemed more labored than the last.

"Guess what, Berglund?" Olivia sneered, delivering another earth-shattering blow to Kelli's bruised stomach. "My fists don't care what you think." With a lightning-fast punch, Olivia aimed for Kelli's face, only for Kelli to shield herself frantically. The move left her abdomen open, and Olivia exploited it mercilessly, each punch sinking deeper into Kelli's sore muscles.

Kelli was no longer taunting; every second seemed focused on simply surviving the onslaught. "You'll tire out soon," Kelli wheezed, but it was more a plea than a boast.

Olivia, unfazed by the weak taunt, rebounded with even more aggression. "I’ll tire out when I'm standing over your broken body!" She delivered a barrage of hits, each more powerful than the last, causing Kelli to wobble and stagger. Olivia's assault was so intense that the crowd could almost feel each punch themselves.

By the end of the round, Olivia had thoroughly dominated the fight, each of her strikes racking up points on the judges’ scorecards. Kelli had been reduced to a defensive shell, taking hit after brutal hit to her abdomen rather than risk exposing her face.

As the bell rang, signalling the end of round four, it was clear who had won by a wide margin. Olivia Holt stood tall, her chest heaving with exertion, her eyes blazing with triumph. The rivalry had just seen another wild turn, and the crowd was beside themselves with anticipation for what was yet to come.

Round 05:

Round five began with both fighters staggered and drained, their tired bodies screaming for a reprieve that wouldn't come. Olivia Holt, still determined to reclaim her dominance, charged with a powerful jab aimed at Kelli Berglund's face. But Kelli was ready, her reflexes kicking in as she caught Olivia's fist mid-air and twisted her arm mercilessly.

"Nice try, Holt, but you're done!" Kelli snarled through gritted teeth. With a devastating vengeance, she drove her fist deep into Olivia's softer, already bruised stomach. Olivia's eyes widened in pure agony as she retched, each punch pushing her closer to the brink of collapse. Just as the referee moved to intervene, Kelli released Olivia's arm, shifting her stance to deliver a brutal shoulder strike to Olivia's jaw, snapping her head back violently.

Olivia crumpled to the canvas, her will to fight hanging by a thread. The referee pushed Kelli aside and initiated the 10-count. Miraculously, Olivia managed to rise at the count of nine, bloodied and seething with fury. "Is that all you got? I'm still standing," she spat defiantly, though her voice wavered.

Against the referee's better judgement, he signaled for the match to resume. Without missing a beat, Kelli delivered a bone-crunching jab to Olivia's face, sending her reeling into the ropes. "You're about to wish you stayed down!" Kelli taunted, her voice dripping with venom. She unloaded punch after punch into Olivia's already battered stomach, each blow eliciting gags and spits from Holt. Unbeknownst to the ref, Olivia's mouthguard fell out amidst the relentless assault.

"Still think you're tough?" Kelli roared, her fists a blur of destruction. Just as the ref swooped in to end the match, declaring Kelli the winner by TKO, Olivia's legs gave out entirely, her body slumping to the canvas, defeated. The crowd roared as Kelli raised her arms in triumph, the brutal contest sealing her status as the undisputed victor.

Official Decision: Kelli Berglund defeats Olivia Holt via TKO 5!

AFTER:

In the aftermath of the match, Kelli Berglund came over to Olivia Holt seemingly to offer her hand in friendship, a gesture that the dazed and defeated Olivia accepted with a shaky smile. But it was all a ruse. The moment Olivia took Kelli's hand, the victorious fighter grabbed a fistful of Olivia's blonde hair and dragged her to the center of the ring. Olivia squirmed and moaned, but Kelli was relentless, making sure the press captured every sordid moment of her victory. She slammed Olivia onto the canvas with a thud that silenced the crowd, then drove her right boot into Olivia's stomach. Olivia’s body jackknifed, her cries of agony piercing the air as Kelli applied more pressure, her heel digging cruelly into Olivia's navel.

"Remember this moment," Kelli hissed, glaring down at her battered opponent. "The moment I showed the world I'm better than you and I always have been."

The camera shutters clicked feverishly, capturing the dramatic and humiliating scene. Satisfied with the spectacle, Kelli finally released her hold and walked out of the ring, heading backstage. Left behind in the ring, Olivia Holt was a picture of defeat, tears streaming down her cheeks. The betrayal was evident; she had been beaten and humiliated by someone who was likely now a former friend.