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14 June 2024 Nell Tiger Free vs Kelli Berglund

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CALIFORNIA DREAMING THREE-WAY STABLE WAR. DAY 1

Posted by caspian on 14 June 2024 at 9:59 am

California Dreamin’ Three-way Stable War - Day 1

VIXENs vs. Queens of Absolution vs. Femme Fight Club

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)

1. Nell Tiger Free vs. Kelli Berglund (VIX vs. QoA Match #1)

Nell:
(24, 5’5, 27:13 FCBA, VIXENs)

Kelli:
(28, 5’3, 3:8 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

BEFORE:

The VIXENs' Headquarters & Gym, Los Angeles

The air inside the sports hall crackles with an energy that's less about glitz and more about gritty determination. A smaller crowd than the previous night fills the industrial space, their voices echoing off the exposed brick and steel beams. The smell of sweat and anticipation mingles with the faint scent of disinfectant.

Nell Tiger Free, a rising starlet in the VIXENs stable, steps onto the makeshift stage with quiet confidence. Her attire is simple but striking: a black sports bra that showcases her lean physique and toned abs, paired with matching shorts that highlight her powerful legs. Her long, dark blonde hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her pretty, determined face.

Across the stage, the first representative from the Queens of Absolution, Kelli Berglund, exudes a different kind of energy. Dressed in a vibrant blue sports bra and shorts, she bounces on her toes, her movements brimming with a restless energy that suggests a caged animal eager for release. Her blonde hair is styled in a high ponytail, her bright eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and determination.

The MC steps up to the microphone, his voice a steady drumbeat against the building tension. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first of three events of the California Dreamin’ Three-way Stable War press conference! Over the next three days, the Queens of Absolution, Femme Fight Club, and VIXENs will do battle at three separate venues, in a war to determine who rules the City of Angels!”

“First up, we have a rematch that's sure to be a barnburner. In the black corner, representing the VIXENs tonight, Nell Tiger Free!"

A wave of cheers washes over the gym as Nell raises her gloved hand in acknowledgment. Her eyes remain fixed on Kelli, a flicker of anticipation in their depths.

"And in the blue corner," the MC continues, his voice rising an octave, "representing the Queens of Absolution, Kelli Berglund!"

The crowd erupts, a mix of cheers and boos reflecting the divided loyalties in the room. Kelli, undeterred by the mixed reactions, flashes a wide smile, her gaze locked on Nell with a playful challenge.

"Ladies," the MC begins, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "we're here to talk about the upcoming fight. Nell, you recently lost to Olivia Holt. Are you worried about another loss hurting your chances in this stable war?"

Nell's smile is tight, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "Every loss is a lesson for me," she replies, her voice calm but firm. "I learned a lot from my fight with Olivia. And tonight, I'm coming back stronger and more determined than ever before."

Kelli scoffs, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Honey, you can try to spin it all you want. But let's be honest, you got knocked out cold by Holt. What makes you think you can handle me, especially after I already put you down last year, AND defeated the woman who just beat the crap out of you?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Kelli," Nell retorts, her voice laced with a cool confidence that belies her bruised ego. "You knocked me down once, but I knocked you out in our rematch. This is the tie-breaker, and I'm here to settle the score."

Another reporter speaks up, "Kelli, there's been some talk about you being bitter about your recent departure from the Queens, before being signed by them again. Is this fight a chance for you to prove you belong?"

Kelli's smile fades, replaced by a look of grim determination. "There's been some talk about me being hungry to prove myself," she retorts. "I'm a fighter who thrives in the spotlight. Tonight, I'm going to show everyone what I'm truly capable of."

The tension in the room thickens as the two women continue to trade barbs. The MC struggles to maintain control, his attempts to diffuse the situation met with more sarcastic retorts and thinly veiled threats.

"You're nothing but a pretty face, Kelli," Nell jabs, her voice a razor's edge. "All you've got is a pair of gloves and a grudge. But that won't be enough to beat me tonight."

Kelli laughs, the sound a harsh, grating noise. "We'll see about that," she retorts, her eyes narrowing. "I'm going to pound that pretty face of yours until you can't even recognize yourself in the mirror."

Later, the lights dim, casting a hush over the expectant crowd. The VIXENs' Headquarters & Gym, a converted warehouse space with exposed brick walls and steel beams, takes on a gladiatorial atmosphere. The ring, illuminated by harsh spotlights, is a stark white square at the center of the controlled chaos.

In the blue corner, Kelli Berglund emerges from the shadows, and the cheers from the Queens of Absolution faithful are deafening. Her fight attire is a minimalist statement – a stark white sports bra and matching shorts that hug her toned physique. A single crimson stripe runs down the side of her shorts, a subtle nod to her affiliation. Her hair is pulled back in a tight braid, her face a mask of steely determination.

Across the ring, the spotlight finds Nell, her entrance a wave of golden light. The roar of the VIXENs' fans is a thunderous counterpoint to Kelli's reception. Nell's attire is a golden sports bra, adorned with intricate black lace detailing, showcasing her sculpted physique. Matching shorts, cut high on her thighs, accentuate her long, powerful legs. Her blonde hair is loose, a wild mane that bounces with each confident step.

Final preparations are made: in Kelli's corner, her team works with a quiet intensity. They adjust the straps of her gloves, apply a thin layer of Vaseline to her brow, and offer final words of encouragement. In Nell's corner, the atmosphere is more subdued. Her eyes are closed, her breathing deep and steady. Her cornermen, their faces etched with concern, make last-minute adjustments to her gear.

This California Dreamin' event is more than just a series of fights; it's a full-blown stable war, a clash of egos and ideologies that will leave one stable standing tall as the undisputed rulers of Los Angeles. Each fighter represents not just themselves, but the pride and reputation of their home turf – the raw grit of the VIXENs' Headquarters & Gym, the glitz and glamour of the sky-high Queens Complex, or the luxurious allure of the FFC Cruise Ship.

For now, we kick off this next three days of action! HERE WE GO!

ROUND 1:
Kelli explodes from her corner, coming in hot, but Nell, though initially surprised by the onslaught, quickly finds her footing. She establishes her stance, feet shoulder-width apart, weight balanced for agility. Her eyes narrow, tracking Kelli's movements as she bobs and weaves, her blonde ponytail whipping back and forth with each shift. The fight settles into a tense dance, with Kelli, the aggressor, often cutting a straight line towards Nell, her punches sharp and powerful. Yet, Nell, the counterpuncher, utilizes her footwork to stay just out of range, circling to the side and back, always looking for an opening. She anticipates Kelli's overhand right, easily slipping under the looping punch with a slight twist of her torso. The crowd gasps as Kelli stumbles forward momentarily, off-balance. Then, Nell lunges forward, a one-two combination flashing out. The jab lands flush on the nose, making her roar in frustration, but Nell is already out of range, retreating back to her circling pattern. Kelli, however, isn't easily deterred. She wades forward, determined to land a solid blow of her own. She feints with a left jab, then throws a powerful right hook aimed at Nell's ribs. But the Vixen anticipates the move, using a quick hop to the side to avoid the brunt of the force, the punch glancing off her arm, the impact still sending a dull ache through her shoulder. But Kelli keeps coming. She pivots on her front foot and launches another left cross directly at Nell’s midsection. This time, Nell’s caught square in the stomach, with a satisfying whump echoing through the gym hall, as the impact forces the air from her lungs. She doubles over momentarily, gasping for breath, fighting back the wave of pain. She knows she can't afford to get caught flat-footed again. She digs her heels into the canvas, anchoring herself, and throws up a tight guard to protect her body, and the strategy proves effective. Kelli's next two punches, a flurry of wild swings, are blocked by the forearms, the leather absorbing the impact with a muffled thud. Finally, the bell rings, signaling the end of a brutal opening round. Nell, her face a mask of pain and frustration, glares across the ring at her opponent. She underestimated Kelly, but she won't make the same mistake twice.

ROUND 2:
The second round begins with a renewed fire in Nell's eyes. Stung by the previous round's loss, she abandons her cautious approach, replacing it with a controlled aggression that takes Kelli by surprise. The Queen suddenly finds herself on the defensive, her footwork faltering as Nell's punches land with greater frequency. A sharp left jab catches Kelli on the cheekbone with a resounding "crackle”, making Kelli wince, but then quickly retaliate with a wild right hook that misses its mark. But Nell capitalizes on the opening, her own cross shooting back and landing flush on the ribs with a sickening "thump." The crowd erupts, their cheers for the underdog reaching a fever pitch. Nell, fueled by their energy, presses her advantage, her punches continuing to harass the Queen: a left hook to the body, a right uppercut snapped to the jaw – each blow lands with a satisfying "crack" as Kelli's defenses crumble. Moments later, Kelli, desperate to regain control, tries to counter, but Nell easily weaves and bobs around her counter-punches, her movements fluid and unpredictable, before she swings another left hook to the blonde’s body, which elicits a pained "oof". The final minute of the round has Nell storming in, trying to dominate. She corners Kelli against the ropes with a series of body shots, each one a dull "whump" against Kelli's taut waistline, repeatedly forcing Berglund to cover up or double over in pain. Kelli, desperately swinging back, throws a wild haymaker, but Nell slips under it with ease, before the bell rings, signaling the end of a round. This time, the judges' verdict is swift: a close but decisive win for Tiger Free. The momentum has shifted once again, and Kelli, looking battered but not broken, retreats to her corner, her eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and a burning desire for revenge.

ROUND 3:
There’s a renewed sense of urgency in the air as both fighters abandon their cautious approach and engage in a fierce exchange of blows. The crowd roars with excitement as the two women trade punches in the center, their bodies a blur of motion under the harsh lights. Nell, her blonde hair whipping around her face, dances around Kelli at first, throwing a feint with a left hand then following up with a lightning-fast right cross that lands flush on the jaw, making Kelli stumble backward, her eyes wide with surprise. But the Queen quickly recovers, firing back with a left hook that grazes off the side of Nell's ribs. Later, the fight intensifies, both women refusing to yield. Kelli suddenly presses forward, her punches pounding the arms before lunging under: a right hook to the body elicits a pained "oof" followed by a left uppercut to the navel that sends a jolt through the British actress’ frame. Nell, however, refuses to back down. She counters with a series of sharp jabs, circling away and landing her own "thwacks" against Kelli's sides and ribs. In the final minute, both women trade blows, their bodies colliding with a force that sends sweat spraying in both directions. Kelli, her eyes narrowed in concentration, streaks in a powerful right cross to the stomach, forcing Nell to double over in shock. And right before Berglund can perform a follow-up swing, the bell rings, staying her hand. Both women stumble back to their corners, shooting each other glares. The judges' faces are grim as they confer, the decision clearly a difficult one. In the end, they award the round to Kelli, acknowledging her relentless aggression and the power of her punches.

ROUND 4:
A hunger burns in Tiger Free's eyes as she emerges from her corner. But Kelli, emboldened by her early lead, also throws caution to the wind. She charges forward, her white bikini hugging her curves. Left hook flies in from the side early, aimed at Nell's ribs, connecting with a sickening *whump*. Nell stumbles backward, a grimace twisting her face, but her years of training kick in. She quickly regains her footing, her agile footwork allowing her to evade Kelli's next attack. With a dancer's grace, she pivots on her left foot, creating a sliver of space between them, before firing her own straight cross that catches Kelli right on the kisser with a bone-jarring *crackle* of her own, forcing the Queen to stumble back, shaking her head with surprise. Another wild haymaker narrowly misses Nell's chin, the wind from the punch whistling past her ear., allowing Nell to sneak back control if she can land her shots. Another left jab snaps Kelli's head back before a right swing to the body connects with her ribs to jolt her to the side. Berglund in trouble, stumbling, looking hurt, her big swings unable to catch the more nimble Nell for now. The Brit swerving and swinging, left hook to the body thudding off the stomach, another left to the other side, punctuating leather on skin with Kelli's pained gasps. Finally, the bell rings, signaling a wide win for Tiger Free. Kelli retreats to her corner, knowing she needs to change her strategy, to find a way to counter.

ROUND 5:
Another chaotic brawl in the center, as both fighters abandon their initial strategies and engage in a relentless exchange of blows. Nell initiates the action with a quick step forward, keeping her feet shoulder-width apart for stability, but shifting slightly onto the balls of her feet, ready to explode into action. She throws a left jab, dipping her head slightly to the right and slipping beneath Kelli's wild overhand right that was telegraphed by the slight hitch in the Queen's shoulder. The impact snaps Kelli's head back with a grunt, the brunette beauty momentarily stunned, but then trying to retaliate with a left hook of her own. However, Nell anticipates the move, sliding slick out of range. She pivots on her right foot, circling to the Queen’s side, before throwing another right cross which lands flush on the American fighter's ribs with a "thud,” knocking the wind out of Kelli. The fight continues at a frenetic pace, neither woman yielding an inch. Kelli, stung by the body shot, throws a wild cross towards the head, hoping to land a lucky blow. However, Nell's reflexes are sharp. She sees the punch coming and effortlessly leans back, Kelli’s glove glancing off her shoulder instead. Right as Berglund cocks her other fist to strike, Nell’s just a little faster, throws a left hand low with a sharp twist of her hips, putting her whole body weight behind the punch. The blow lands squarely on Kelli's stomach with a WHUD, eliciting a pained grunt as the force of the impact reverberates through her torso! OUFF! Kelli takes several steps back, hugging her body, but manages to defend herself from more flurries sent after her head. Yet, the final minute of the round is a desperate struggle for dominance, with Nell trying to prematurely finish her opponent off, but Kelli instead turning the tables and rocking the Vixen with a nasty shot across her jawline, before cornering her against the ropes with a burst of aggression and unleashing a barrage of vengeance-filled, teeth-gnashing punches. Hook to the body, another right hand snappy to the mouth, all punctuated by grunts of exertion. Nell, trapped against the ropes, uses her upper body movement to evade the full force of Kelli's onslaught. She bobs and weaves with the agility of a seasoned boxer, her well-conditioned core muscles keeping her upright. Finally, the bell rings, signaling the end of a brutal and exhausting round. In the end, the judges declare this round a draw, a testament to the grit and determination displayed by both fighters!

ROUND 6:
Round Six commences, and the tension in the VIX HQ & Gym crackles like electricity. Both fighters, their faces etched with fatigue and their bodies marked by the previous rounds, emerge from their corners with renewed focus. This is do-or-die being the very first fight of this three-way stable war. Nell, fired up to overturn that draw, takes the center ring. Her footwork is a metronome, precise and measured. Jabs snap out like a viper's strike, finding purchase on Kelli's reddening face and midsection with sharp cracks and dull thuds. Early on, Kelli, her breathing ragged, struggles to match Nell's pace. Her movements are labored, telegraphed by the hitch in her shoulders before each labored punch. She’s slowly being pushed back, taking and taking the shots, before Tiger Free gets a little too cocky and rips in to try and finish her off with an overhand -- KAPOW! Right hook explodes from the hip instead, a piston of pure power that connects with the Brit’s jaw with a sickening crack!! OUCH! Berglund was ready and waiting, slipping under the punch and then WHOMPING that return hook into the side of Nell’s face! The impact sends shockwaves through Nell's body, her head snapping back violently. Immediately, she stumbles backwards, her legs wobbling beneath her, and Kelli, seeing the opportunity, chases her across the ring, her punches a relentless storm of leather and fury! Trapped against the corner turnbuckle, it’s Nell's world that slowly begins to shrink, with Kelli's fists pounding her out with a slow but steady pace: hooks to the sides of her ribs, big uppercuts thrown to the center of the waistband and arms. Nell tries to cover up, her arms a flimsy shield against the onslaught. But another left hook to the liver sends a jolt of agony through her body, before another right hook has the Vixen groaning, her body curling inwards as the pain rips through her frame… Seeing her opponent falter, Kelli unleashes a final, devastating uppercut. It lands flush on Nell's exposed belly, a sickening "womp" that echoes through the silent gym. Nell's eyes widen in shock and agony. Her body convulses as she's lifted clean off her feet for a split second, before crashing back down onto the canvas in a crumpled heap! DOWN SHE GOES, collapsing to the canvas, gasping for air, her core on fire! Each shallow breath sends a searing pain through her abdomen, making it impossible to rise!

The referee dives in, his arm raised as he begins the count. "One... Two... Three..." But Nell lies bent over, her eyes closed, her body trembling with exhaustion. "Four... Five... Six..." She stirs, a flicker of consciousness returning to her eyes. But it's too late. "Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!" The referee's voice booms through the arena. Knockout! It’s OVER!

Official Result: Kelli Berglund defeats Nell Tiger Free via KO6!

AFTER:
The cameras flash, capturing every moment of Kelli's triumph. The gym is a cacophony of sound: the roar of the crowd, the rhythmic chanting of the Queens of Absolution fans, and the sharp, metallic clicks of the photographers' shutters. This is a Cinderella story, a moment of redemption for the underdog. The images will be splashed across newspapers and social media feeds, a testament to the power of perseverance and the thrill of an unexpected victory. The bright flashes illuminate the ring, casting long shadows and highlighting the sweat glistening on Kelli's skin.

Kelli, her chest heaving, raises her arms in victory, a defiant grin splitting her face. She's proven herself tonight, silenced the doubters, and secured glory for the Queens. Nell, meanwhile, is a broken figure in the corner. Her eyes are filled with tears of frustration and disbelief as she lies slumped against the harsh steel post. The fight is over, and with it, her dreams of taking the first win in this stable war.

Then, Berglund’s eyes lock with Nell's. She strides over, each step deliberate, her boots thudding against the canvas. The crowd's cheers become a low murmur as they sense the tension building once again in the ring. Kelli doesn’t waste any time, reaching down and grabbing the defeated Vixen by the hair, yanking Tiger Free to her knees, the harshness of the act evident in her wince. Each tug is accompanied by a soft, almost inaudible sound of resistance--the rustle of clothing, the muffled groans from Nell, the squeak of the canvas under shifting weight.

Once Nell is on her knees, Kelli's voice drips with contempt, each word sharp and cutting. "Beating you on your own turf," she sneers, "was sweeter than I imagined." The microphone picks up her voice, amplifying the venom in her tone.

With deliberate slowness, she pulls Nell's stunned face even closer to her pulsing tummy. The gesture is intimate and humiliating, laden with an undeniable power dynamic. Kelli's abs tighten, her muscles standing out in stark relief under the bright lights, as the defeated girl’s face is pressed against the warm, damp skin of her lower abdomen.

Nell's reaction is a mixture of defiance and desperation. Her eyes suddenly flutter open, wide with shock and humiliation. Her cheeks flush crimson, not just from the exertion but from the sheer embarrassment of the moment. Her lips tremble, forced to graze Kelli's skin, her breath hot and rapid against the taut muscles. Each inhalation is shallow, a sign of her struggle to maintain composure.

Instinctively, her hands push against Kelli's thighs in a futile attempt to create distance. Her fingers splay out, nails digging into the fabric of her boy shorts, but she lacks the strength to break free. Her legs shift, knees scraping against the rough canvas, but Kelli's grip on her hair keeps her anchored, unable to rise.

The intimacy of the moment, juxtaposed with the raw aggression, sends a shiver through the spectators, the silence broken only by the occasional murmur, a few sharp intakes of breath from the trapped Vixen, and the subtle thud of boots scraping across the canvas.

With a final, triumphant laugh, Kelli releases Nell, her grip loosening abruptly. The sound of the British blonde collapsing to the canvas is almost drowned out by the crowd's renewed cheers. Then, Kelli turns away, her gaze now fixed on the rest of the VIXENs roster, her eyes burning with a fierce determination.

The war has just begun, and she's ready to take on anyone who stands in her way!