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16 June 2024 Olivia Dunne vs Madison Beer

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CALIFORNIA DREAMIN' THREE-WAY STABLE WAR, DAY 3

Posted by caspian on 16 June 2024 at 10:04 am

(Results: Lookout!, Words: Countrymouse)

California Dreamin’ Three-way Stable War - Night Three

3. Olivia Dunne (FFC) )vs. Madison Beer (VIXENS) - (VIX vs. FFC Match #3)

BEFORE:
Alright, folks, brace yourselves for the main event. Strolling down the deck "Somewhere West of Los Angeles," we've got Madison Beer, turning heads and dropping jaws. Clad in a fiery red bikini that screams "I'm here to dominate," she's hotter than a Malibu sunset. Let's face it, we're here because the eye candy's top-notch, and Madison's got the goods. Picture Megan Fox before Brian Austin Green got his claws in, and you've got Madison in her prime.

With her song "Selfish" already racking up 450k views on her channel, Madison's bringing the heat both on and off the screen. As she strides to the ring, the air's thick with anticipation, and it's not just the salty sea breeze. Get ready, 'cause this bombshell's about to shake things up.

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Next up, we have Livvy "isn't her 15 minutes done yet?" Dunne. Yeah, she's got those legs and that elite gymnast bod—credit where it's due. She's definitely one of the better athletes in Femme Fight Club, which, let's be real, isn't saying much. This place is known for hiring pretty faces who can't fight, just to "job" them out for a payday. Ariana Grande, anyone?

But Livvy, at least, has some legit skills, meaning she's actually under 30 and can hold her own. So, while we might roll our eyes at the hype, she's got the chops to back it up. Get ready, 'cause this girl's here to show that Femme Fight Club isn't just a parade of pretty faces—sometimes, they've got some real talent in the mix.

Round 1

Here we go, folks! The first round is underway, and Olivia Dunne is wasting no time! She’s charging in, fists flying!

Oof! Madison takes a hook to the cheek, her head snapping to the side. Olivia following up with a jab to the belly. Ooph! Madison doubles over slightly, her eyes flashing with pain.

Dunne’s got that tiger energy! Look at those combos! She's not giving Madison a moment to breathe!

Whack! A straight punch to the solar plexus has Madison gasping, her guard dropping. Olivia capitalizes, landing another punch to the side of Madison’s head. Bam!

Madison's struggling to keep up! Dunne’s dominating this round with power and precision!

Olivia’s footwork is impeccable, dancing around Madison and avoiding her desperate swings. Another body shot, and Madison grunts in pain. Uhn!

Olivia Dunne takes the first round by a wide margin! Madison better wake up, or this is going to be a short night!

Round 2

Livvy takes a smack on the mouth that splits her lip wide open, and she doesn’t like that one bit. She goes on the offensive, hell-bent on turning the tide. But Madison’s defense is rock solid, and every inch Livvy tries to gain costs her dearly.

Livvy swings wildly, her fists fueled by rage and desperation, but Madison is there, blocking and countering with precision. Each time Livvy gets close, Madison punishes her with a brutal jab or hook, making her pay in sweat and blood. Livvy's face is a mess, her lip dripping crimson onto the mat, and she's starting to look like she's out of ideas.

Livvy’s head snaps back with a thud as another blow connects. She’s swinging like a madwoman, but it's doing her no good. Madison is in control, methodically breaking her down.

Round 3

Round three, and Olivia’s back with fire in her eyes! She’s not letting that last round slide!

Dunne’s taking control again, focusing her attack on Madison's tummy with relentless jabs and hooks. It’s not looking good for Beer—she’s taking a beating, and it’s obvious she’s struggling to keep up. She’s barely hanging on, and it’s clear Olivia’s aggression is paying off.

Madison’s defense is crumbling under the relentless assault. Each jab and hook drives the air out of her lungs, and she’s gasping for breath. Olivia’s punches are breaking her down bit by bit. Madison’s face shows the pain, her eyes wide with desperation.

Round 4

As Toby “Duke” Evers might say, Livvy can’t outmaneuver Madison, so she’s throwin’ “hurtin’ bombs.” These powerful, heavy blows cost as much as they damage. But it pays off as Madison gets knocked down after taking a few to the chin! Maybe Beer should just stay down and take the “L.”

4! Losing to Dunne is nothing to be ashamed about.

6! At least it’s not Laura Pausini in the ring trying to end her career. Madison Beer is up on the ropes. I guess she wants to go the distance.

8! Madison shakes her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. The crowd is on edge, watching her struggle to get back on her feet. Livvy, sensing an opportunity, gears up for another assault. She’s throwing everything she has, each punch a desperate attempt to put Madison down for good.

Round 5

If Livvy is Apollo Creed, then Madison is Rocky Balboa. She’s not letting that knockdown stand. Dunne wasted all her energy trying to end it last round and now she’s visibly exhausted. Her guard's dropped, and Beer’s punches are getting through.

POW! THWACK! Dunne’s superior footwork is faltering, and sparks of light fill her vision. It looks like Dunne might drop any second, but the bell saves her.

Impressive showing from Beer, but honestly, she’s looking looking blown up. She’s still in the fight, but this brutal exchange is taking its toll on both fighters. Livvy’s barely hanging on, and Madison’s relentless. They might be standing, but neither of them looks like a winner right now.

Round 6

The fighters are exhausted, drenched in sweat, stumbling around the ring like they're on their last legs. How they're even standing is beyond anyone. They meet in the center of the ring and—

Wham! Bam! Madison takes two shots to the face. She staggers, blinking, barely aware of her surroundings. She catches sight of Dunne’s fist coming up, but it's too late...

Thud! “Ooooh!” Already gasping like a fat kid in PE, Beer takes a brutal uppercut to her flat belly. She lifts a knee, eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open. She looks seriously hurt!

Round 7:

The girls are hanging onto each other in a clinch, barely holding on. Livvy shut Beer out last round, but it drained her completely, and now she’s barely moving. Beer, despite her exhaustion, manages a few close-quarter blows. They’re not hard, but they’re enough to wear Livvy down. It’s a pitiful sight—two fighters running on empty, struggling just to stay upright.

Round 8:

The next round begins, and Madison charges forward, fists flying. She’s relentless, not giving Dunne a moment to recover. Dunne tries to defend herself, but her movements are sluggish, her reflexes dulled. Each of Madison’s punches seems to land with bone-crushing force.

Dunne's mouth is open, gasping for breath, her eyes glassy. She's trying to stay in the fight, but it's clear she's running on empty. Madison delivers a vicious uppercut, snapping Dunne’s head back. Livvy's legs buckle, and she drops to one knee. The referee starts the count.

1... 2... 3...

Dunne's trying to pull herself up, her arms trembling, her face a mask of pain. Madison stands a few feet away, breathing hard but focused, watching her opponent struggle.

4... 5...

Livvy manages to get to her knees, swaying unsteadily. The crowd is on its feet, shouting and screaming, a cacophony of noise and excitement. Madison’s heart must be pounding, knowing she’s so close to victory but also aware that Livvy has a history of comebacks.

6... 7...

Livvy’s up! She’s wobbling but she’s on her feet. Madison’s eyes widen, her heart sinking. She thought she had it in the bag, but Dunne’s up again, defying the odds. The referee moves to restart the match, but before he can, Livvy’s legs give out. She crumples back to the mat, utterly spent.

The referee starts the count again, and Madison steps back, fists still raised but eyes filled with a mix of relief and disbelief. Livvy isn’t moving. She’s lying there, eyes closed, chest rising and falling rapidly. She’s given everything she had, but it’s not enough. Madison watches, barely able to breathe herself, every muscle in her body tensed. She knows she’s won, but she can’t quite believe it until the referee finishes the count.

7... 8...

Livvy tries to stir, her hands twitching, but she doesn’t have the strength to get up again. Madison's expression shifts to one of grim satisfaction. She’s done it. She’s finally done it!

9... 10!

The referee waves his hands, signaling the end of the match. Madison Beer has won. She raises her arms in victory, but it’s a hollow triumph. Both fighters have been through hell and back, leaving everything in the ring. Livvy Dunne lies defeated on the canvas, and Madison, despite her victory, looks like she’s been through a war.

This wasn’t just a fight; it was a brutal, punishing ordeal that pushed both women to their absolute limits. And in the end, Madison Beer proved she had what it took to go the distance, to dig deeper and fight harder. But as she stands there, triumphant yet battered, one thing is clear: both fighters will carry the scars of this battle for a long time to come.