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15 June 2024 Olivia Dunne vs Kelli Berglund

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CALIFORNIA DREAMIN' THREE-WAY STABLE WAR, DAY 2

Posted by caspian on 15 June 2024 at 9:50 am

California Dreamin’ - Night 2: Olivia Dunne vs Kelli Berglund

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Kelli Berglund:
(28, 5’3”, 106lbs, 4:8 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Olivia Dunne:
(21, 5’6”, 115lbs, 7:5 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)

BEFORE:

Returning to the rooftop of Queens Complex, home to the Skye Spire 73 lounge now transformed into a makeshift boxing arena, the air buzzed with tension and excitement. With the luxurious amenities of the lounge still very much in play, the stable war between the Queen of Absolution, VIXENs, and Femme Fight Club was about to escalate. On this dramatic stage, two fierce competitors, Kelli Berglund of the Queens of Absolution and Olivia Dunne of Femme Fight Club, stepped up to face the press. Towering between them, ready to deliver the most penetrating questions sourced from the eager press, was the formidable Natalie Dormer. The atmosphere was electric, expectations were high, and these two gladiators were bracing for yet another round—this time, a verbal duel before the physical clash.

"Olivia, let's start with you," Natalie said as she turned to face her. "Many of the press say you are fighting with an advantage not only in height but in weight here and that if you faced one of the Queens Bantamweights like Danielle Panabaker or Melissa Benoist they would take you out quickly. Especially our beloved blonde Supergirl. Anything to say to this?"

Olivia smirked, her eyes blazing with unrestrained confidence. "Listen, I don't need to explain myself to these so-called 'experts,'" she retorted, her voice dripping with contempt. "Height, weight – these are just numbers. When I step into that ring, I bring the thunder. As for Danielle and Melissa, especially Melissa that overrated Supergirl, they can keep dreaming. They wouldn't stand a chance against me. They'd be tapping out before they could even spell the word 'fight.' Kelli's in for a world of hurt tonight, and there's nothing anyone can do about it."

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and jeers, the atmosphere crackling with anticipation. This confrontation promised to be far more than a simple match.

Kelli Berglund smirked as her eyes narrowed. "Olivia, you talk a big game, but let's get one thing straight," she declared, her voice sharp and biting. "After I'm done kicking your ass tonight, I think Melissa might want to have a word with you, given the look she has in the audience." Kelli's words were like daggers, sparking a roar of approval from her supporters. She glanced over at Melissa Benoist, who was sitting in the crowd, her expression a mix of amusement and determination. "So you better bring everything you've got, Olivia, because I won't be satisfied with just beating you. I want to send a message to every single one of you Femme Fight Club wannabes."

"Well, that answers that question from the press," Natalie murmured to herself, tossing the cue cards aside with an air of dismissive finality. She turned to the audience, her voice commanding their attention. "Fighters, please disrobe to your boxing attire and make your way into the ring."

The crowd hushed momentarily, anticipation hanging thick in the air as Olivia and Kelli began to shed their outer clothing, revealing their fierce, battle-ready physiques. The transformation was immediate; their lean, powerful forms glistened under the rooftop lights, each muscle rippling with the promise of the impending showdown. As they stepped toward the ring, the murmur of the audience swelled into a thunderous roar. This was it—the moment everyone had been waiting for.

And now we begin the second of three matches as the Queens take on FFC in California Dreamin' tonight! Let the match begin!" Natalie yelled out as Queens Purple and Queens Blue pyrotechnics lit the Skye Spire 73 rooftop lounge.

The atmosphere transformed into a battlefield with the vibrant explosion of colors electrifying the night. The rooftop shook with the deafening roar of the crowd, fans from both sides screaming their lungs out. The fighters stepped into the ring, their eyes locked in an unbreakable stare, every fiber of their being vibrating with the intensity of the moment. Kelli and Olivia moved to their respective corners, their muscles coiled and ready to unleash unrelenting fury.

The referee called them to the center, outlining the rules, though it was clear these warriors didn't need reminding. As the bell rang, signaling the start of hostilities, the two gladiators charged forward, each intent on proving their dominance in this epic battle under the starlit California sky.

Round 01:

With the bell's echo still hanging in the air, Olivia stormed out of her corner with the speed of a lightning bolt, immediately throwing a series of jabs aimed straight at Kelli's face. Kelli dodged and weaved, narrowly avoiding the blistering barrage. "Is that all you've got, Olivia?" Kelli taunted with a smirk, her voice cutting through the cheers and jeers of the crowd.

Undeterred, Olivia unleashed a fierce uppercut followed by a swift combination of hooks to Kelli's ribs. "You wish, Berglund," Olivia sneered, her eyes flashing with predatory delight. Kelli absorbed the hits, her breath momentarily knocked out but her determination unwavering. She retaliated with an impeccable right cross that landed squarely on Olivia's chin, stunning her rival for a moment.

Seizing the opportunity, Kelli moved in close, throwing a left hook to Olivia's body and following up with a right uppercut that grazed Olivia's jaw. Olivia shook off the pain, her face contorted with a mix of rage and exhilaration. "Nice try, sweetheart," Olivia spat, throwing a lightning-fast jab that clipped Kelli's cheekbone, followed by a devastating overhand right that sent Kelli reeling backwards.

Kelli gritted her teeth, bringing her guard up while Olivia exploited the opening to hammer away with a rapid set of punches, each one landing with increasing precision. "Gonna crush you like the weakling you are!" Olivia roared, her voice filled with unrestrained ferocity. Despite the relentless assault, Kelli managed to weave back, her agile footwork keeping her just out of Olivia's most damaging blows.

"You haven't won yet," Kelli shot back between gritted teeth, launching a counterattack with a series of jabs and a perfectly timed left hook to Olivia's ribs. Olivia winced but continued to press forward, cutting the ring off and driving Kelli into a corner with a relentless series of hooks and uppercuts. Kelli fought back valiantly, responding with perfectly timed counters and hooks that reminded everyone why she belonged in that ring.

The round roared on, punches flying with deadly accuracy from both sides. The audience was a cauldron of noise, many on their feet as Olivia and Kelli exchanged ferocious combinations. Near the round's end, Olivia managed to land a devastating one-two combo that sent Kelli stumbling back into the ropes. Sensing the tide turning, Olivia pumped two more stiff jabs into Kelli's midsection as the bell rang to signal the end of the round.

Both fighters retreated to their corners, chests heaving, eyes burning with determination. The judges' scorecards revealed that Olivia Dunne had narrowly taken the round on points, victorious by the slimmest of margins. The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and boos, the stage set for an even more explosive second round.

Round 02:

As the bell rang to start the second round, Kelli erupted from her corner like a cannonball fired from a restless warship. She was on a mission now, her eyes blazing with a ferocity not yet seen. Olivia barely had time to raise her guard before Kelli unleashed a brutal assault—a powerful left hook, followed by a rapid series of jabs driving into Olivia's face and body. "This is where I send you packing, Dunne!" Kelli snarled, her voice a deadly growl that carried over the din of the crowd.

Olivia tried to respond with a right cross, but Kelli effortlessly ducked under the swing, pivoting sharply to land a crushing uppercut to Olivia's chin. Olivia's head snapped back, her footing faltering as she struggled to regain composure. "You call that a punch? Pathetic!" Kelli taunted, her words dripping with contempt as she hammered Olivia's midsection with a punishing left-right combination.

Desperation fueled Olivia's next moves as she aimed a wild overhand right at Kelli, but it was easily dodged. Kelli seized the momentum, stepping inside Olivia's reach to deliver a devastating series of hooks to her ribs and flurries to her face. Each blow landed with bone-crunching accuracy, leaving Olivia visibly winded and battered. "You're in over your head, girl!" Kelli hissed, not missing a beat.

"You talk too much for someone who's gonna eat the canvas," Olivia shot back, trying to strike Kelli with a sudden burst of aggression, but her attacks were effectively neutralized by Kelli's superior footwork and defensive skills. Kelli countered with a sharp left hook to the jaw, followed by a right cross that rocked Olivia's world.

The crowd was on its feet, witnessing the sheer dominance Kelli displayed in the ring. She was relentless, needling Olivia with blistering combos and ruthless precision. "No more second chances, Dunne. This ring is mine!" Kelli spat, her eyes reflecting unwavering determination.

As the round wore on, Olivia's movements grew sluggish, her attempts to retaliate increasingly wild and ineffective. Kelli took advantage, landing brutal body shots that made Olivia double over in agony. "Feel that? That's me breaking you!" Kelli shouted, another powerful right hook crashing into Olivia's side.

Despite the savage onslaught, Olivia fought to stay in the fight, throwing feeble jabs that Kelli easily deflected. "Come on, is that the best you can do?" Kelli mocked, delivering a relentless barrage of punches—hooks, uppercuts, and crosses that left the crowd in awe and Olivia barely standing.

As the bell rang to end round two, there was no doubt who had owned those three minutes. The judges' scorecards showed Kelli winning by a wide margin of points, a clear indication of her total domination. Olivia staggered back to her corner, her body a canvas of bruises and welts, while Kelli stood tall, her chest heaving but her spirit unbroken. The crowd was in a frenzy, eagerly anticipating what the next round would bring in this explosive clash.

Round 03:

As the bell rang to start the third round, Kelli Berglund charged forward, her eyes locked on Olivia Dunne with deadly intent. Kelli moved with the precision of a seasoned predator, her fists flying with unyielding purpose. A rapid-fire series of jabs and crosses forced Olivia to backpedal, struggling to keep her guard up. "Don't even think about a comeback, Dunne!" Kelli barked, her voice cutting through the din of the crowd.

Midway through the second minute, Kelli spotted her opportunity. Ducking under a desperate right hook from Olivia, she unleashed a vicious liver punch that landed with surgical precision. Olivia's eyes widened in shock as the impact reverberated through her body, stopping her dead in her tracks. "Feel that? Welcome to my world!" Kelli taunted, as Olivia gasped for breath, her body betraying her.

Seizing the moment, Kelli intertwined their arms, locking Olivia's in place with a vice-like grip. It was painfully clear how little resistance the taller girl could muster as Kelli pushed her back, inching Olivia towards her knees. "You're gonna remember this," Kelli hissed, her voice dripping with menace, "Your place is below a Queen!"

As the final seconds of the round ticked away, Olivia's legs buckled, and her knees touched the canvas. Kelli stood over her with a triumphant smirk, delivering one last verbal hit to crush Olivia's spirit. The bell rang, signaling the end of the most one-sided round yet. The judges' scorecards would undeniably reflect Kelli's utter dominance, as Olivia struggled to regain her footing, her will broken and her body battered.

Round 04:

As the bell rang to start the fourth round, Olivia Dunne emerged from her corner with a renewed fire, her jaw set in defiant determination. The sting of the previous round had only fueled her resolve. She moved with a sense of urgency, bobbing and weaving as she closed the distance between them. Kelli Berglund, still riding high from her earlier dominance, looked to capitalize on her momentum but was met with a surprising reverse in pace.

Olivia opened with a blazing fast one-two combo, catching Kelli off guard and snapping her head back. "Not done yet, Berglund!" Olivia snarled, her voice laced with grit. Fueled by sheer will, she slipped past Kelli's counters and landed several punishing body shots, causing her opponent to wince. The crowd sensed a shift, their cheers swelling as Olivia began to claw her way back into the fight.

Kelli tried to respond with a thunderous right, but Olivia ducked underneath, countering with a left hook that rattled Kelli. "Come on, this all you got?" Olivia taunted, pressing her advantage with a flurry of blows that forced Kelli onto the defensive. The ferocity and speed of Olivia's attacks left Kelli struggling to find her rhythm, her earlier confidence shaken.

Midway through the round, Olivia's relentless pressure began to pay off. She landed a series of sharp jabs followed by a crushing overhand right that took Kelli by surprise. Kelli stumbled, the impact evident as she tried to regain her footing. Olivia didn't let up, hammering Kelli's ribs with precision strikes that left her gasping for breath. "You're not untouchable, Kelli!" Olivia shouted, each word punctuated by another devastating punch.

The final minute of the round was a whirlwind of action, with Olivia driving Kelli into the ropes, her fists flying in a blur of controlled aggression. Kelli managed to block some of the blows, but the sheer volume of Olivia's assault kept her on the back foot. Olivia's determination was palpable, each punch thrown with the intent to prove she could not be written off.

As the bell rang to signal the end of the round, both fighters were breathing heavily, but it was clear Olivia had taken this one by storm. The judges' scorecards confirmed the narrow victory, Olivia edging out Kelli by points. The crowd roared in approval, the rooftop lounge electrified by Olivia's comeback. Though the round had been hard-fought, Olivia stood tall, a fierce glint in her eye, ready for whatever came next. Kelli, meanwhile, looked furious, her earlier dominance now a bitter memory. The stage was set for an even more intense clash in the rounds to come.

Round 05:

As the bell rang to start the fifth round, Olivia Dunne surged forward with unrelenting energy, eyes blazing with fierce determination. She knew this was her moment to seize, and she intended to make it count. Kelli Berglund, still fuming from the previous round, squared off with grim resolve, but beneath the defiance was a hint of wariness.

Olivia wasted no time, firing off lightning-fast jabs that kept Kelli on the back foot. A flurry of punches landed with precision, rocking Kelli and forcing her into a defensive posture. "Remember me?" Olivia taunted, her voice crackling with adrenaline. She danced around Kelli, bringing thunderous hooks and uppercuts that had the crowd on their feet, roaring with anticipation.

Then, it happened. With surgical precision, Olivia aimed a devastating right cross that connected squarely with Kelli's jaw. The impact was thunderous, sending a shockwave through the arena. Kelli's eyes glazed over as she crumpled to the canvas, her body betraying her will to fight.

The referee began the count as Kelli lay motionless for a few seconds, the shock evident in the gasps of the spectators. "Four... five... six..." The count echoed around the ring. At seven, Kelli stirred, struggling to push herself up on all fours. The audience watched with bated breath, willing her to rise.

At the count of eight, Kelli managed to get on her hands and knees, but her legs wobbled unsteadily beneath her. Desperation etched across her face, she tried to push herself upright. "Nine..." The referee's voice thundered through the haze of cheers and gasps.

And then, the tenth count passed her by. Kelli collapsed back to the canvas, unable to beat the clock. The referee waved his arms, signaling the end. Olivia Dunne was declared the winner! The crowd erupted in deafening applause, chanting Olivia's name in triumph.

Panting, sweat-drenched, and victorious, Olivia raised her fists in the air, the sweet taste of victory almost tangible. She had done it; she had defeated Kelli Berglund and etched her name in the annals of epic confrontations. The rooftop lounge was electrified, the echoes of the bout lingering as an indelible memory for all who had witnessed it.

Official Decision: Olivia Dunne defeats Kelli Berglund via KO 5!

AFTER:

As photographers took their shots of Olivia getting her arm raised, Melissa Benoist from the front of the audience stood up and yelled, "This isn't over, b*tch! You can't hide from me forever!” To this, Olivia Dunne smirked and replied, "Bring it on, Supergirl." It seemed Olivia Dunne just made an enemy of Supergirl herself—Melissa Benoist. The tension on the rooftop lounge skyrocketed as the crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch. The promise of another explosive confrontation lingered in the air, leaving everyone wondering what chaos would unfold next.