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15 June 2024 Madelaine Petsch vs Madison Beer

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CALIFORNIA DREAMIN' THREE-WAY STABLE WAR, DAY 2

Posted by caspian on 15 June 2024 at 9:54 am

California Dreamin’ - Night 2: Madelaine Petsch vs Madison Beer

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Madelaine Petsch:
(29, 5’5.5”, 119lbs 4:8 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Madison Beer:
(25, 5’5”, 117lbs, 21:17 FCBA, VIXENs)

BEFORE:

If there is one thing the Queens of Absolution know how to do well, it is put on a show and put it on with glamour. As Madelaine Petsch and Madison Beer stood on a spectacularly designed stage that surrounded the ring, they were ready to dazzle the audience even before a single punch was thrown. The Female Celebrity Boxing Association press peppered them with questions, each query more biting than the last. Madelaine, with her fire-red hair and fierce gaze, oozed confidence while Madison’s eyes burned with an intensity that could melt steel. The atmosphere was electric, the tension palpable, and the crowd was on the edge of their seats. The anticipation was off the charts, and everyone knew they were in for a showdown of epic proportions. This was more than a fight; this was a battle for supremacy, dripping in glitz and glamor.

"Madelaine, you lost your last fight to Brie Larson yet you're representing the Queens in arguably one of the most important contests the stable has had since its founding in Los Angeles in 2022; how do you feel about that?" a member of the press asked as Madison snickered.

Madelaine’s eyes narrowed, fire practically shooting out of them as she raised her microphone to respond. “Listen,” she began, her voice steady but simmering with rage, “that fight with Brie was a fluke. She knows it, I know it, and everyone who watched knows it. Tonight, I'm out to prove that I'm not just a competitor—I’m a force of nature. Madison Beer can snicker all she wants, but the moment that bell rings, she’s going to wish she never stepped into the ring with me. This isn’t just a fight; it’s a reckoning. Mark my words.” The crowd erupted into a frenzy, the energy now reaching a fever pitch, as Madison’s playful smirk turned into a scowl. Furious determination etched across her face, it was clear: this was going to be a war.

Madison wasn't about to be outdone in this exchange. With a sharp gleam in her eye, she grabbed the microphone and shot back, "I don't intend to be scissored out cold by those 'famous thighs' of Madelaine's. Not like Brie, that is." The crowd gasped audibly, caught off guard by her audacity. Hands on her hips and confidence oozing from every pore, Madison added, "Tonight, I'm here to show everyone that those thighs are nothing but hype, and I’m going to dismantle you piece by piece. Brace yourself, Madelaine, because you're in for the fight of your life." The tension skyrocketed, with fans roaring their approval, clearly picking sides and yearning for the chaos to commence. The stage was set for a no-holds-barred clash, and nobody was backing down.

"Don't worry, when this is all done, I have a special squeeze just for you, Madison," Madelaine said, her voice almost dripping with seductive intensity, yet laced with fiery anger. The crowd went wild, their cheers reverberating throughout the venue. Madison's bravado faltered for a brief moment, but she quickly masked it with a disdainful roll of her eyes. The stage was now more than just a platform; it was a battleground, ready to witness an explosive showdown. And in that instant, it became clear to everyone that this fight would be one for the history books, with each competitor bringing every ounce of their strength, fury, and spectacle to the fore.

Suddenly, the palpable tension was cut through by the commanding presence of Natalie Dormer, who sauntered between the seething fighters with the poise of a seasoned general. "Ladies," she announced, her voice dripping with authority, "it's time to stop the smack talk and start the main event." The crowd roared in approval as Natalie turned to both fighters, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Madelaine, Madison, disrobe into your boxing attire and enter the ring. We've heard enough talk; now it's time for action!"

Madelaine and Madison exchanged one last venomous glare before they began to strip down to their gleaming, custom-made boxing outfits. The atmosphere was electric, the audience's excitement reaching a fever pitch as every layer of clothing came off, revealing taut muscles and fierce determination. Natalie's eyes sparkled with mischief as she stepped back, giving the warriors the stage they deserved. The ring awaited, and with it, the moment of truth.

As the fighters entered the ring, sparklers in Queens Purple and Queens Blue lit up the turnbuckles, casting an almost surreal glow over the stage. The crowd erupted into deafening cheers as Natalie announced, "Welcome to night two of California Dreamin'!" Just at that moment, fireworks of the same striking colors as the sparklers shot into the Los Angeles sky, painting a vivid spectacle above the glittering cityscape. "Let us begin!" Natalie exclaimed, her voice echoing around the arena as she made her way off the stage, leaving Madelaine and Madison to face off under the dazzling pyrotechnic display. The atmosphere was absolute mayhem, the energy so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was the moment everyone had been waiting for, and no one, absolutely no one could take their eyes off the ring.

Round 01:

With the bell signaling the start of round one, the fighters charged toward the center of the ring. Madison seized the initiative, her fists flying like pistons as she drilled a series of precise strikes into Madelaine’s exposed midriff. Each punch landed with a sickening thud, showcasing Madison’s power now well into Madelaine's weight class. As Madelaine gasped to regain her breath, Madison skillfully redirected her assault upstairs, landing jabs squarely on Madelaine's face, causing her head to snap back with each strike.

"You think you can handle me?" Madison taunted, her voice dripping with venom. "You’re going down, Madelaine, just like I said!"

Rallying from the barrage, Madelaine grit her teeth and unleashed a torrent of her own powerful blows, aiming for Madison's ribs and sternum, her fists like wrecking balls. "Better watch your mouth," Madelaine growled through clenched teeth, her eyes blazing with fury. "I'm not as easy as you think!"

Despite Madelaine's fierce retaliation, Madison maintained the upper hand. She landed another punishing combination to Madelaine’s body, following up with a brutal hook to her ribs that left her momentarily winded. However, Madelaine wasn't about to back down. She deflected a punch with her forearm before delivering a devastating uppercut that caught Madison off guard, sending her staggering backward and almost lifting her off her feet.

"Is that all you got?" Madelaine jeered, even as she tried to catch her breath. "You're nothing but talk!"

Madison quickly regained her balance, a mix of shock and rage flashing across her face. "I’ll break you apart!" she spat, her voice shaking with anger as she advanced again. She nailed Madelaine with two more jabs to her face, leaving clear signs of the impact.

As the clock wound down, both fighters exchanged blistering insults and relentless strikes, the tension on the Skye Spire hitting an all-time high. By the end of the round, Madison had undeniably dominated, her strategic assaults netting her a wide lead on points. The crowd was on its feet, cheering wildly, eager for the battle to continue. As they returned to their corners, Madison's smirk of satisfaction was met with a steely glare from Madelaine, who was clearly plotting her comeback.

Round 02:

The bell rang for the start of round two, and Madelaine charged out of her corner like a battering ram, driven by a mixture of fury and determination. She immediately went on the offensive, throwing a savage overhand right that smashed into Madison’s temple, sending her reeling. "That all you got, weakling?" Madelaine spat, her voice brimming with disdain as she followed up with a crushing left hook to Madison’s jaw.

Staggering backward, Madison tried to regain her composure, her face twisted with both pain and irritation. "You’re gonna regret that," she hissed, attempting a counter, but Madelaine was relentless. She ducked under Madison's hook and delivered a devastating uppercut to her solar plexus, causing Madison to double over in agony.

"You talk big, but you got nothing!" Madelaine taunted, her words sharp as she continued her brutal assault. She hammered a series of piston-like jabs into Madison's ribs, each one landing with a resounding thud, sending shockwaves through Madison's body.

Gritting her teeth, Madison tried to fend off the onslaught, raising her gloves to protect her face. "Cheap shots won't save you," she gasped, her voice strained as she attempted to block another vicious combination from Madelaine. But Madelaine was in full control, her moves precise and merciless.

With a sudden pivot, Madelaine unleashed a bone-crushing hook to Madison's liver, causing her to involuntarily drop her guard. Seizing the opportunity, Madelaine landed a ferocious straight right to Madison's nose, blood spurting from the impact. "Look at you, all busted up," Madelaine jeered, her eyes blazing with intensity. "I’m just getting started!"

Madison tried to rally, throwing a wild swing that Madelaine easily dodged. "I'll... I'll make you pay for this," she spluttered, desperation creeping into her voice. But before she could mount any effective offense, Madelaine hammered a wicked combo of jabs and crosses to her midsection, each punch a testament to sheer power and precision.

By the time the round neared its end, Madison was visibly shaken, her movements sluggish and defenses crumbling. Madelaine, sensing her victory, delivered a final, ruthless uppercut that snapped Madison’s head back, nearly sending her to the canvas. "Stay down where you belong," Madelaine roared triumphantly, towering over her battered opponent as the bell signaled the end of the round.

The crowd erupted, roaring their approval of the fierce comeback. As Madison limped back to her corner, the scorecards showed a decisive win for Madelaine, her brutal revenge cementing her supremacy in round two.

Round 03 & 04:

As the bell rang for the beginning of round three, Madison clung on to her resolve, determined to turn the tide despite the onslaught she had endured previously. She emerged from her corner with a defiant spirit, her eyes locked on Madelaine, who was brimming with confidence and ready to continue her relentless offense. Madison, smarting from her wounds and the sting of humiliation, knew she had to stay in control and bide her time, waiting for Madelaine to slip up.

Madelaine lunged forward, throwing a barrage of punches aimed at Madison’s body. But Madison was ready; she slipped and ducked each blow with an agility that belied her previous beating. Though she didn't manage to land any significant hits, her improved defense was frustrating Madelaine, who grew visibly impatient. "What’s the matter, scared now?" Madelaine taunted, but her punches were becoming sloppier, more desperate.

Crouching low and weaving around Madelaine's attacks, Madison managed to clip her a couple of times with quick jabs and counter-hooks, but nothing powerful enough to swing the momentum back in her favor. She was waiting—waiting for that one crucial mistake that could tip the scales. Madelaine's face twisted in anger, the idea of losing control gnawing at her, making her wild and reckless.

As the round continued, the tension in the arena was palpable. Madison used every second to her advantage, conserving energy, defending fiercely, and carefully observing Madelaine’s movements, looking for any sign of weakening. She witnessed Madelaine’s form becoming erratic, her strikes losing the precision that had previously devastated her. Madison could almost taste the blood in the water, but she hadn’t gotten her chance just yet. When the bell rang, Madelaine still had the edge, but Madison’s strategic defense had prevented any further devastation.

With the commencement of round four, Madison's endurance was starting to pay off. She could see the slight hesitation in Madelaine's steps, the marginal drop in her guard—signs that fatigue was creeping in. Brimming with cautious hope, Madison continued her defensive posture, deflecting blows and maintaining a nimble dance just outside of Madelaine's reach. Madelaine threw another powerful right hook, but Madison deftly dodged, countering with a swift uppercut that scored, but again wasn't enough to turn the fight.

"You’re slowing down," Madison spat, her voice laced with taunting confidence. Madelaine's eyes narrowed with a renewed fury, but Madison’s words had struck a nerve. Desperate to reclaim her dominance, Madelaine charged all the more aggressively, her barrage overwhelming but increasingly reckless. Madison's plan was working; if Madelaine could not break past her defenses, frustration and exhaustion would be her downfall.

Despite her improved posture and sharper counters, Madison struggled to gain definitive control of the fight. She had succeeded in wearing Madelaine down, but every advantage was tenuous, every moment a precarious balance on the knife's edge. As round four neared its conclusion, it was clear to all that Madison was back on her feet, strong and dangerous, yet unable to push Madelaine out of her position of slight dominance.

The round ended, and Madelaine’s lead still held, but it was precarious. Madison needed just one mistake—one critical moment to turn everything around. The crowd roared, an electrified mix of anticipation and disbelief, as both fighters retreated to their corners, neither willing to back down, each plotting their final strategies. The battle was far from over, and Madison's resilience made it clear she was in this fight till the last bell.

Round 05:

As the bell rang for the commencement of round five, both fighters surged forward, each determined to claim victory. Madelaine, despite showing signs of fatigue, unleashed a brutal combo aimed at Madison’s midsection. Madison, her defensive prowess now honed to a razor’s edge, blocked and deflected with a finesse that left the crowd breathless. She countered with a swift jab that caught Madelaine on the cheek, drawing a surprised gasp from the audience.

Madelaine, her eyes smoldering with fury, retaliated with a fierce right hook. Madison dodged, slipping around Madelaine’s side and delivering a clean shot to her ribs. The impact was solid but lacked the power necessary to shift the momentum decisively. The fighters continued to exchange blows in a dance of precision and brute force, neither giving the other any quarter. Every punch, every dodge, every feint was a testament to their skill and endurance.

Midway through the round, Madison saw an opening and moved in with a series of quick jabs aimed at Madelaine’s face. But Madelaine, anticipating the move, pivoted sharply and managed to trap Madison’s arm, twisting it in a painful lock. The crowd erupted as Madelaine forced Madison to her knees, the strain visible on Madison’s contorted face. The arena was a cacophony of cheers and boos, with Queens of Absolution fans roaring their approval while the VIXENs supporters howled in dismay.

"Right where you should be," Madelaine snarled, her voice dripping with victorious malice. The referee moved to break the hold as the bell rang, the fighters returning to their corners. The round had ended in a draw, but the visceral display of dominance by Madelaine left an indelible mark on the match. The battle lines were drawn, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation for what was to come next.

Round 06:

Round six began with a sense of palpable desperation in the air. Madelaine, having sensed the urgency to reassert her dominance, exploded out of her corner with a ferocity that mirrored the savage brutality of round two. Her fists were like battering rams, pounding relentlessly against Madison's defense. Madison, realizing the tidal wave of fury aimed directly at her, steeled herself and braced for the onslaught.

"Give up now, Beer! You're just a punching bag," Madelaine sneered, her voice filled with venom as she launched a vicious uppercut that Madison barely blocked.

"Not a chance, Petsch. It’ll take more than that to break me," Madison shot back, ducking under a wild hook and trying to regain some semblance of control.

Madelaine's punches were brutal and uncompromising, her relentlessness a terrifying reminder of her strength and determination. The crowd watched in awe as she landed a punishing right cross straight to Madison's jaw, sending her reeling back. Madison shook it off, her resolve hardening, but the toll was becoming evident. She threw up her guard, deflecting blow after blow, but the gaps began to show, the strain sapping her energy.

"Stay down if you know what's good for you!" Madelaine growled, hammering Madison's ribs with a brutal combination. The impact echoed through the arena, each hit landing with sickening force.

"Keep dreaming, Madelaine. I’m far from done," Madison gasped, sweat pouring down her face as she summoned her remaining strength to counter with a swift jab.

Madelaine’s eyes burned with a mix of rage and exhaustion, but she found an extra gear, driving herself forward with sheer willpower. Each hit landed harder, pushing Madison closer to the brink. Madison tried to mount a counteroffensive, throwing desperate punches, but Madelaine swatted them away, her focus razor-sharp.

As the seconds ticked by, the toll on both fighters was clear. Madelaine’s movements, though still powerful, began to slow, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Madison, battered and bruised, showed extraordinary resilience, refusing to back down despite the punishment.

"Face it, you’re outclassed!" Madelaine jabbed, her voice hoarse yet filled with a predatory triumph.

"You’re slowing down, Petsch. Too bad your bark's worse than your bite!" Madison retorted, ducking under another assault.

Madelaine’s anger surged, driving a final, devastating combo that rocked Madison to her core. The defense crumpled under the unyielding pressure, and as the bell rang, the round belonged to Madelaine. Sweat-drenched and visibly tired, Madelaine raised her gloves, a defiant grin on her face. Madison staggered back to her corner, exhausted but unbroken, her spirit unyielding, as both fighters prepared for the next round’s inevitable storm.

Round 07:

As round seven commenced, the tension in the air was razor-sharp. Madelaine’s dominance in the previous round had given her a surge of confidence, and she came out of her corner like a predator hunting its prey. Madison, despite her fatigue and the mounting damage, braced herself, aware this could be a make-or-break moment.

Madelaine was relentless, her movements a blur of brutal efficiency. She unleashed a savage blitz of punches, targeting Madison’s body and head with brutal precision. Madison blocked and dodged as best as she could, but the relentless pressure began to tell.

At precisely the two-minute mark, a thunderous left hook from Madelaine caught Madison on the temple, sending her crashing to the canvas. The crowd erupted with a mixture of cheers and gasps as Madison lay sprawled on the mat, struggling to regain her senses. The referee started the count, the seconds ticking away like thunderclaps.

"One... Two... Three..." The arena held its breath as Madison began to stir.

"Four... Five... Six..." Slowly, Madison pushed herself onto her hands and knees, her vision swimming.

"Seven... Eight... Nine..." With a Herculean effort, Madison staggered to her feet, her body swaying but her spirit unbroken. The referee checked her over quickly, then signaled for the fight to continue.

Madelaine's eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam flashing as she stormed forward to finish the match. Wasting no time, she unleashed a series of punishing blows. A vicious uppercut snapped Madison’s head back, followed by a right cross that sent her stumbling into the ropes. The crowd was frenzied, the sound of each hit reverberating through the air.

Madison attempted to defend herself, but Madelaine’s onslaught was unforgiving. A double left hook to the ribs left her gasping, a straight right to the nose splattered blood, and an overhand right nearly took her off her feet. Madelaine showed no mercy, her fists hammering into Madison with the precision of a wrecking ball.

Seeing Madison’s futile attempts to protect herself, the referee moved closer, his concern mounting. A brutal left uppercut lifted Madison off her feet, and as she slumped back against the ropes, Madelaine fired off a final, shattering right hook. Madison's eyes glazed over, her legs buckled, and she could no longer defend herself against Madelaine's brutal barrage.

The referee swooped in immediately, wrapping his arms around Madison and calling off the fight, waving for the bell. The crowd erupted as Madelaine raised her gloves in victory, the demonstration of her power and ferocity leaving an indelible mark on all those present. Madison, nearly unconscious and barely able to stand, was escorted to her corner, her gallant stand against Madelaine’s unyielding onslaught finally at an end.

Official Decision: Madelaine Petsch defeats Madison Beer via TKO 7!

AFTER:

Madelaine's arm was raised in victory as the referee declared her the winner. Not losing any momentum, she quickly turned her attention to ripping her gloves off and heading straight towards Madison. "I told you I had a special squeeze just for you," Madelaine sneered, grabbing Madison and yanking her forcefully. With a cruel twist, she maneuvered Madison to face her fellow VIXENs, who were seated ringside and now looked visibly angered. The tension among the VIXENs was palpable as they watched the scene unfold, uncertain but clearly displeased with Madelaine's next move.

Madelaine mounted Madison at her waist, a sinister grin spreading across her face. Without hesitation, she wrapped her toned thighs around Madison's ribcage, positioning herself for maximum impact. "Time to go to sleep," Madelaine taunted, her voice dripping with venom. With a powerful squeeze, her thigh muscles bulged and strained, driving the air from Madison's lungs. Madison's eyes widened in shock and pain as the crushing pressure intensified, her struggles growing weaker by the second. The crowd watched in a mix of horror and awe as Madison's breath was taken away, her consciousness slipping inch by inch. Finally, her body went limp, and Madelaine released her, letting Madison collapse to the mat. The arena exploded with noise: the VIXENs were up in arms, furious at the display, while the Queens of Absolution erupted into cheers, celebrating Madelaine's ruthless victory.

No one would forget what Madelaine did to Madison at Sky Spire 73 as the red-haired beauty made her way out of the ring and towards a makeshift backstage on the rooftop lounge. The atmosphere was electric, every pair of eyes fixated on her, a mix of fear and admiration rippling through the crowd. The Queens of Absolution rallied around Madelaine, showering her with applause and words of praise. Meanwhile, Madison's team huddled around their defeated fighter, visibly distraught but undeniably respectful of her tenacity. As Madelaine approached the lounge, the tension among the VIXENs was almost tangible, their anger simmering just below the surface. Madelaine's smirk grew wider, relishing the chaos she had caused and the undeniable message she had sent.