Queens After Dark: Bridget Saterlee versus Eden Cohen (AMD)

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)


Bridget Satterlee, standing in the center of the ring, is a sight to behold. Her emerald green boxing gloves are as brilliant as her resolve, matching perfectly with her bra and panties that only accentuate her goddess-like figure. Her abs, strong and beautifully sculpted, shimmer under the stadium lights, a testament to countless hours of sweat and dedication. Every muscle in her torso is visible, each one a symbol of her unyielding strength and toughness. The emerald green boots she's laced up not only complement her ensemble but also mirror the unwavering determination in her eyes, ready to conquer the AMDD title match. Bridget's picture-perfect physique, a blend of beauty and power, has left no doubt in anyone's mind that she's ready to break Eden Cohen's abs to claim that coveted title belt.

Bridget's body is a masterclass in physical excellence. Her sculpted abs ripple like waves under the stadium lights, each muscular ridge a testament to her relentless training and unwavering commitment. The toned contours of her torso are a harmonious symphony of strength and beauty, her perfectly defined obliques and serratus anterior muscles speaking volumes about her rock-solid core. Her broad, powerful shoulders slope into a well-built back, muscles rippling beneath the skin with every movement. Her strong arms, a potent mix of sleek muscle and divine femininity, are poised and ready for attack. Bridget's waistline can only be described as a slender marvel, tapering dramatically to her shapely hips. The chiseled definition of her quad muscles, visible even under the harsh ring lights, coupled with her shapely calves, complete the visual spectacle that is Bridget Satterlee. It's clear to see that her body, a beautiful amalgamation of raw power, unrivaled strength, and aesthetic beauty, is a force to be reckoned with.

On the opposite side of the ring, her adversary, Eden Cohen, is an equally formidable presence. Her own abs are a testament to her strength and resilience, each one as hard as the rocky cliffs of her Israeli homeland. Her torso, a canvas of powerful muscles, is as beautiful as it is resilient. Her outfit, a tangle of black and silver, enhances her intensity, complementing the fierce determination in her brown eyes. Her boxing gloves, the same color as her boots, spell doom for anyone who dares to underestimate her. Eden's breathtaking physique, the embodiment of beauty and might, is a clear sign that she won't back down from any challenge Bridget throws her way. The AMDD title belt is as much her goal as Bridget's, and she's also ready to do whatever it takes to claim the title, even if that means crushing Bridget's abs in the process.

Eden, a display of sheer aggression and unyielding strength, stands in powerful opposition. Her body is a testament to pure power, every inch of her flesh carved by intense training and relentless determination. Her abs, a painting of strength and resilience, are sculpted like the most challenging terrains of her Israeli homeland, each muscle fiber bristling with the promise of force and vitality. Her torso, a riot of powerful sinews and muscularity, exudes an irresistible allure, a deadly beauty that's as captivating as it is intimidating. Her outfit, a stunning ensemble of black and silver, only amplifies her intensity, juxtaposing beautifully with the fierce gleam in her brown eyes. Her boots, equally intense, hold her firmly grounded, ready to launch into the most devastating attacks at a moment's notice. Eden Cohen's formidable physique, a spectacular blend of beauty, might, and sheer will, is a clear signal that she's here for a battle – a battle for the AMDD title belt that she is prepared to win.

Round 01:

The bell rings, marking the start of round one. Bridget Satterlee is the first to spring into action. She lunges at Eden Cohen, her emerald green gloves flashing under the lights as she takes a hard swing at Eden's abs. Eden swiftly sidesteps, but Bridget's glove grazes her side, setting the audience on fire. It's clear from the get-go that Bridget means business, her focus locked on Eden's abs.

Eden, however, seems unfazed. She regains her footing, shooting a defiant glare Bridget's way. There's a flash of silver as Eden retaliates, sending a jab straight at Bridget's sculpted stomach. Bridget blocks it just in time, their gloves clashing in a show of strength. The crowd roars at Eden's audacity, the fire in their chants matching the fire in Eden's eyes.

Bridget doesn't back down. She goes for Eden's abs again, her green gloves darting out like a whip. Eden meets each jab with a block, her gloves a blur of black and silver. It's a dance of speed and precision, tension running high as each fighter tries to break the other.

Then, Eden finds her opening. She dodges a punch aimed at her abs and swiftly pivots, landing a gut-wrenching hit on Bridget's stomach. The audience gasps as Bridget staggers back, the impact echoing throughout the stadium. It's a sickening, thunderous hit, powerful enough to shake the resolve of even the strongest fighters.

But Bridget is no ordinary fighter. She grits her teeth, pushing through the pain. She tries to retaliate, her fists swinging at Eden in rapid succession. But Eden is ready. She weaves around Bridget's punches, her movements quick and fluid.

Just as Bridget tries to regain her footing, Eden strikes again. A punch lands square on Bridget's abs, drawing a sharp breath from her. The crowd erupts in cheers, their excitement palpable. Eden is gaining momentum, her hits landing with more frequency and force.

Eden doesn't let up. She sends another punch to Bridget's abs, her gloves cutting through the air with deadly precision. Bridget blocks it, but the force sends her back a step. It's clear that Eden has the upper hand, her relentless attacks putting Bridget on the defensive.

Bridget tries to fight back, her fists lashing out in a desperate attempt to regain control. But Eden is relentless. She lands another punch on Bridget's abs, each hit a testament to her strength and determination. The crowd is whipped into a frenzy, their cheers deafening in the enclosed space of SoFi Stadium.

The round is drawing to a close, but Eden isn't letting up. She lunges at Bridget, her gloves aimed at the goddess-like figure's abs. Bridget attempts to block it, but Eden's punch lands just below her belly button. The impact sends shockwaves rippling across Bridget's abs, a gasp escaping her lips.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the round, but the crowd is still buzzing with excitement. Eden's dominance in this round is clear, her points far surpassing Bridget's. She stands tall, her eyes burning with determination as she stares down at Bridget, her powerful abs glistening under the lights.

Bridget, despite the round's brutal end, holds her head high. Her abs may have taken a beating, but her spirit is unbroken. Her eyes meet Eden's, a silent promise that this fight is far from over. As the crowd erupts into cheers, it's clear that this first round has set the stage for a thrilling match.

Eden secures her victory in round one, but the match is far from over. As both fighters retreat to their corners, there's a palpable tension in the air. The audience waits with bated breath, eager to see what the next round will bring. One thing is certain - this battle for the AMDD title belt is going to be remembered for a long time.

Round 02:

The bell rings, signaling the start of round two. Bridget Satterlee, her determination flickering in her eyes, wastes no time. She lunges at Eden Cohen, her emerald gloves a blur as they target Eden's abs. Eden attempts to sidestep, but Bridget is faster this time. Her fist connects with Eden's side, drawing a gasp from the Israeli model. The crowd erupts into cheers at the sound, their excitement matching the fire in Bridget's eyes.

Eden, however, is not one to back down. She retaliates, her silver gloves striking out at Bridget's sculpted abs. But Bridget is ready. She blocks Eden's hits, her own gloves a barrier of green fury. Her facial expression is one of determination, a silent vow that she won't be pushed around this time.

Bridget charges again, aiming for Eden's abs. Her gloves connect with a satisfying thud, sending Eden stumbling back a step. Bridget's attacks are brutal, each hit echoing with the force of a thunderbolt. It's clear she means to teach Eden a lesson she won't soon forget.

But Eden fights back, her own gloves striking out at Bridget's abs. Bridget blocks each hit, her movements quick and precise. Her retaliation is swift, her glove ramming into Eden's torso with a force that seems to shake the stadium.

The crowd is on their feet, their excitement is easily felt. Each hit Bridget lands on Eden resonates through the stadium, the reverberations almost palpable. This round is a battle of wills, both models unyielding in their desire to claim the AMDD title belt.

Bridget doesn't let up. Her fists fly, each punch aimed at Eden's abs. Eden tries to block, but Bridget's relentless assault has her on the defensive. The stadium is filled with the sound of gloves meeting flesh and the crowd's deafening cheers.

Then, Bridget lands a devastating blow. Her glove connects with Eden's abs, the impact visible even from the bleachers. Eden gasps, her body buckling from the sheer force. It's a clear signal that Bridget is not to be underestimated, her strength evident in every punch she lands.

As the round draws to a close, Bridget lands another hit on Eden's abs. The crowd erupts into cheers, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. Bridget's dominance in this round is clear, her points surpassing Eden's by a small margin.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the round. Bridget stands tall, her eyes locked on Eden. Her abs glisten under the lights, her sculpted form a testament to her strength and determination.

Bridget, ever the goddess, can't resist a bit of taunting. She shoots Eden a smirk, her voice ringing out over the din of the crowd. "You thought you could push me around?" she calls out, her tone laced with mockery. "Think again."

But Eden isn't one to take an insult lying down. She shoots back a retort, her voice just as loud. "This isn't over, Satterlee," she snarls, her brown eyes flashing. "You haven't seen the last of me."

As the fighters retreat to their corners, the crowd erupts into cheers. Despite Eden's loss in this round, her spirit remains unbroken, a clear sign that she's not out of the fight just yet.

Round two might be over, but the battle for the AMDD title belt is far from it. 

Round 03:

The bell echoes throughout the stadium, signaling the start of round three. Bridget Satterlee, a vision of athletic prowess with her sculpted abs and toned muscles, takes her stance. Across from her, Eden Cohen, no less stunning with her defined figure and equally impressive abs, readies herself. The air is charged with intensity, an electric current buzzing through the crowd.

Bridget is the first to move, her emerald gloves a blur as they lash out, targeting Eden's abs. Eden attempts to block, but Bridget's punches are a relentless flurry of attacks. Just like Lily Collins in a dance, she is precise, focused, and devastatingly effective.

Eden staggers back under the barrage, her own gloves barely rising to fend off blows. Bridget's onslaught is relentless, her fists pounding against Eden's abs with an intensity that mirrors her unwavering determination. Eden's reactions slow, her defenses crumble, and for a moment, It seems that she is just as susceptible as Emma Watson when confronted by Lily Collins.

A swift jab from Bridget catches Eden off guard, her glove connecting with such force that Eden's mouthpiece is ejected from her mouth. The crowd roars, their cheers echoing around the stadium as the match halts, allowing Eden to replace her mouthpiece. Bridget stands tall, her sculpted, goddess-like figure radiating with the energy of a fighter in her prime.

Eden's abs are a patchwork of bruises forming under the harsh stadium lights, a testament to Bridget's ruthless attacks. The sound of gloves meeting flesh fills the stadium, a constant reminder of the brutal nature of this match. Bridget shows no signs of slowing down her assault, her fists flying with a frenzied speed that leaves Eden no room for retaliation.

Bridget's attacks are unyielding, her punches landing on Eden's abs with a force that has the crowd on their feet, their cheers deafening. She moves with the grace and ferocity of a goddess, her abs contracting and relaxing with each blow she lands.

Eden fights back, but Bridget is relentless, her gloves a green blur as they continue their ruthless assault on Eden's abs. The Israeli model is on the defensive, her abs taking a beating under Bridget's merciless assault.

The stadium resounds with the thud of Bridget's gloves against Eden's body, the power in her punches evident in the way Eden's body recoils with each hit. Bridget's abs are a testament to her strength, each punch she delivers a showcase of her power.

Bridget lands a devastating blow to Eden's abs, the impact forces Eden to stagger back. The blow is a clear indication of Bridget's dominance in this round, her strength clear in the sheer force of her punches.

Despite the brutal assault, Eden refuses to back down. She retaliates, her silver gloves striking out at Bridget's sculpted abs. But Bridget merely absorbs the hits, her abs flexing under the force but holding strong.

Bridget retaliates, her emerald glove ramming into Eden's torso with such ferocity that it feels like the stadium itself is shaking. Her abs flex with the exertion, the muscle definition clear under the harsh lights.

Eden tries to fight back, but Bridget is a whirlwind of movement, her fists landing blow after blow on Eden's abs. The sound of flesh meeting leather fills the stadium, the brutality of the match evident in the gasps and cheers of the crowd.

Bridget delivers a series of rapid punches, each one landing with a thud on Eden's abs. The crowd roars, their excitement as Bridget's dominance in this round becomes undeniably evident.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the round, but the excitement in the stadium is far from over. Bridget stands tall, her abs glistening with sweat under the lights, her eyes fixed on Eden.

Eden, despite her evident discomfort, fires back a defiant look, her eyes flashing with determination. The bruises on her abs are a testament to Bridget's strength, but her spirit remains unbroken.

Bridget Satterlee has clearly dominated this round, but Eden Cohen is far from defeated. The goddess has made her mark, but the model still stands. The battle for the AMDD title belt is far from over.

Round 04:

The bell rings yet again, marking the beginning of round four. Eden Cohen, her abs now a canvas of battle scars, takes a deep breath. Her eyes, ablaze with defiance, meet Bridget's icy blues. Bridget Satterlee, on the other hand, stands tall, her physique a testament to her strength and resilience, her abs a chiseled work of art.

Eden springs into action. She's a sight to behold, her form as sleek and powerful as a prowling panther. Her abs flex with each movement, muscles rippling under the harsh glow of the stadium lights. She's no longer the defensive fighter being pushed around, she's now the predator on the prowl.

Bridget, for her part, holds her ground. Her abs clench, her muscles taut and ready for the impending clash. But Eden, fueled by the need for vengeance, comes on strong - hitting hard and fast. Her silver gloves flash in the light as they find their mark again and again on Bridget's beautiful, sculpted abs.

The crowd roars as Eden lands a series of hits, each one calculated and precise. Her punches rain down on Bridget's abs with a fervor that sends shockwaves through the stadium. Bridget reels, her emerald gloves rising to protect her face but leaving her abs exposed.

Eden takes advantage of this, her fists a relentless torrent of power. Bridget's abs, once a fortified wall, now buckles under the strength of Eden's assault. The goddess stumbles, the crowd gasping as Bridget Satterlee, the indomitable force, shows signs of faltering.

Eden lands a particularly vicious punch, her glove slamming into Bridget's abs with a force that echoes through the hushed stadium. Bridget staggers back, her perfect abs contracting under the impact. The crowd goes wild, cheering for Eden's resounding dominance in this round.

Bridget tries to fight back, but Eden is relentless. She moves in, landing another devastating hit on Bridget's abs. The dirty blonde hair girl is forced back again, her goddess-like figure wavering under the onslaught.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the round. Eden stands tall and victorious, her abs glistening with the sheen of sweat. Bridget, despite the pain, remains standing, her own abs a testament to her strength even in defeat.

Round four ends with Eden Cohen, the Israeli model, teaching the American model a lesson she won't soon forget. The battle for the AMDD title belt is far from over, but this round has clearly swung in Eden's favor. Their bodies may be tired, their abs bruised, but their spirits remain unbroken.

Round 05:

The bell rings, marking the start of round five. Eden Cohen, her muscles rippling with raw power, her abs a testament to her determination, smirks at Bridget Satterlee. The brunette beauty, though showing signs of fatigue, raises her emerald gloves, her abs tensing. Her body is a breathtaking canvas of strength and beauty, her abs a masterpiece of resiliency.

Eden, with a predatory gleam, launches her assault. Her fists fly, silver blurs in the harsh stadium lights. Bridget attempts to fight back, but Eden is relentless. A particularly brutal punch lands on Bridget's belly button, her beautiful abs rippling from the impact. The crowd roars as Bridget stumbles back, gasping for air.

"You okay, goddess?" Eden taunts, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Bridget clutches her stomach, her body bent over in pain. Eden paces around her, like a lioness circling her prey. "That's what you get for messing with me!" she adds, her laughter echoing in the stadium.

Bridget falls to her knees, her abs contracting as she fights off the pain of the sickening punch. She's down, but not out. She barely beats the count, pulling herself up on wobbly legs. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, her eyes defiant. "Is that all you've got, model?" she fires back, her voice hoarse but steady.

Eden, undeterred, resumes her assault. Her fists tear into Bridget's abs, each hit a thunderous testament to her dominance. Bridget tries to retaliate, but Eden's onslaught is relentless and unyielding. Bridget's abs, once a symbol of her strength, now bear the brunt of Eden's wrath.

The round ends with Bridget on the ropes, her body aching, her abs throbbing from the relentless assault. But despite the pain, the look in her eyes is clear - she's not going down without a fight. She's down, much like Lily Collins was during her AMD with Emma Watson, but she's far from out. The battle for the AMDD title belt is far from over, and the next round promises nothing less than fireworks.

Round 06:

The bell sounds, a clear, resounding ring that echoes throughout the stadium. Round six begins. Bridget Satterlee, her abs bruised but her spirit unbroken, glares at Eden Cohen from across the ring. Eden, equally battered but no less determined, returns the gaze with a smirk. 

"Brought your A-game, princess?" Eden sneers, her brown eyes gleaming with a challenge. Bridget responds with a grin, her emerald eyes filled with defiance. "Scared, Eden?" she fires back, her voice brimming with mockery. The crowd goes wild, their cheers echoing throughout the stadium. 

Bridget is the first to move, her emerald gloves a blur as they zero in on Eden's abs. Eden attempts to block, but Bridget's punches are a relentless storm of attacks. Her fists pummel Eden's midsection, each blow resonating with the thud of glove meeting flesh. Bridget's abs flex with each exertion, her goddess-like figure a sight to behold under the harsh stadium lights.

Eden retaliates, her own fists flying towards Bridget's abs. But Bridget is prepared, her body moving with the grace and agility of a seasoned fighter. She absorbs Eden's hits, her abs a testament to her strength as they withstand the assault. 

"Is that all you got, Eden?" Bridget taunts, her voice filled with contempt. Eden grits her teeth, her fists flying with renewed vigor. But Bridget is relentless, her attacks pummeling Eden's abs without reprieve. 

As the round progresses, it becomes apparent that Bridget is dominating. She lands a particularly vicious jab to Eden's stomach, the impact reverberating through the stadium. Eden staggers back, a grimace of pain marring her face. 

"Feeling the burn yet, sweetheart?" Bridget jeers, her eyes gleaming with triumph. The crowd roars, their cheers a deafening accompaniment to the fierce showdown in the ring. 

Eden, however, refuses to admit defeat. She launches a series of counterattacks, her fists targeting Bridget's abs. But Bridget is ready, her body twisting and turning to avoid Eden's punches. Her own fists respond in kind, hammering into Eden's midsection with unyielding force.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the round. Bridget stands tall, her abs a testament to her resilience. She's taken a beating, but her spirit remains unbroken. Despite Eden's fierce resistance, Bridget has won the round, albeit by a slim margin. The goddess has proven her strength, but the battle for the AMDD title belt continues on.

Round 07:

The bell rings, a clarion call that reverberates through SoFi stadium, spurring the two titanesses to action. Round seven begins. Bridget Satterlee, her bruised abs a testament to her indomitable spirit, squares off against Eden Cohen. Eden, battered and worn but still smoldering with grim determination, meets Bridget's icy gaze head-on.

"You ready for this, sweetheart?" Bridget taunts, grinning wickedly as she dances light on her feet, her abs rippling with each graceful movement. Eden merely grunts, her eyes hard as she raises her fists in defense. But there’s something off about her stance, an unsteadiness that hadn't been there before. 

The crowd holds its collective breath as Bridget makes the first move, a swift jab to Eden’s abs. Eden attempts to block, but it’s too late. The blow lands with a sickening thud, momentarily forcing the air out of Eden’s lungs. Her face morphs into a grimace of pain but she mutters a defiant, "Is that all you got?"

Bridget chuckles, her emerald gloves sparkling under the harsh stadium lights. She feigns a left hook, then swiftly delivers a vicious right to Eden’s midsection. Eden staggers back, clutching her belly, her abs contracting in response to the pain. Her face is a mask of resilience, but her body betrays her. 

Ignoring Eden's labored gasps, Bridget moves in, a predator closing in on its prey. She launches an onslaught of punches, each one more brutal than the last. Each blow lands with ruthless precision, systematically breaking down Eden’s defenses. Eden’s body bends with each hit, her abs taking the brunt of the punishment. 

"Feel that, Eden?" Bridget taunts, her voice echoing in the silent stadium. Eden barely has time to respond before another punch lands, this time in her solar plexus. The Israeli model’s body jerks from the impact, her abs rippling visibly from the hit.

Bridget grins, sensing the end is near. She stalks Eden, her eyes cold, her every move calculated. She’s a goddess, her chiseled abs a testament to her strength, her immaculate body exuding an aura of invincibility. Eden, in stark contrast, is clearly on the defensive, her once strong abs now bearing the brunt of Bridget's relentless assault.

"Ready to give up yet?" Bridget sneers, delivering another gut-wrenching blow to Eden's abs. Eden stumbles, gasping for air. Her body is aching, her abs throbbing, yet she refuses to yield. But her defiance only seems to spur Bridget on.

Bridget sees her chance and strikes, her emerald glove sinking into Eden’s belly button with a sickening thud. The brutal blow sends Eden sprawling onto the canvas, her body writhing in pain. The strength and power of the punch, a testament to Bridget's domineering presence in the ring, resonates throughout the stadium.

The crowd erupts into a frenzy as Eden falls. Bridget stands tall, her sculpted abs glistening under the lights. She turns to the crowd, arms raised in victory. But the fight isn't over yet. The referee starts the count.

One... Two... Eden writhes on the canvas, her body convulsing from the sickening blow to her belly button. Her abs, once a symbol of her strength, now a testament to her agony.

Three... Four... The crowd holds its breath. Eden tries to rise, her body trembling. But it’s clear she’s struggling, her abs contracting painfully with each attempted movement.

Five... Six... The stadium is a sea of anticipation. The announcers lean forward, their voices tense. "Can she make it? Can Cohen beat the count?"

Seven... Eight... Eden’s strength is fading. She’s still on the canvas, her face a mask of pain and determination. But it’s clear she’s not getting up. The count continues, the referee’s voice ringing loud and clear.

Nine... Ten... The bell rings. The crowd erupts into a roar of cheers and applause. Bridget Satterlee is standing in the middle of the ring, her abs heaving with each breath, a triumphant grin on her face. Eden Cohen is still on the canvas, unable to rise.

"This is it!" The announcer's voice booms throughout the stadium. "We have our first ever AMDD champion in unbelievable fashion!" The crowd goes wild, their cheers deafening.

Bridget raises her emerald gloves in victory, her abs glistening with sweat and triumph. She turns to the crowd, her grin wide and victorious. She’s done it. She’s won. She’s the AMDD champion.

The referee presents her with the belt, a shimmering symbol of her hard-fought victory. Bridget takes it in hand, her emerald gloves clasped around it in a gesture of triumph. She smiles proudly and turns to the audience, raising the belt in salute. 

This is her moment; this is the moment she's been waiting for. Bridget Satterlee, AMDD Champion. Her abs might be bruised and battered, but they’re a reminder of her strength and resilience. She’s done it; she’s won the belt. 

And the crowd goes wild! The stadium erupts into cheers as the beautiful goddess takes her rightful place on top of the AMDD mountain. Bridget Satterlee, standing tall and proud, her chiseled abs a testament to her strength and determination. She’s done it; she’s won the AMDD title belt! 

Official Decision: Bridget Satterlee defeats Eden Cohen via KO 7!

AFTER:

"See how it feels, Eden?" Bridget smirks down at the fallen model, her voice resonating through the electric atmosphere of SoFi Stadium. Eden, gasping for breath, weakly attempts to respond but the words are lost in a painful exhale. 

With a victorious grin, Bridget grabs Eden by her hair, dragging her towards the corner of the ring. Eden's body, once a vision of strength and resilience, now a canvas of pain and defeat, stumbles along, each movement a dance with agony. But when Bridget attempts to hoist her onto her lap, positioning her beaten abs inches from her smirking face, Eden reacts. She begins to thrash, her fists punching in a desperate attempt to break free. 

But Bridget isn't having any of it. She swiftly mounts Eden, her perfect body, carved of pure muscle and strength, pinning the Israeli model down. "Who has the fittest Welterweight abs, Eden? Whose abs conquered yours today?" she demands, her words a poisonous whisper in Eden's ear.

Eden, her face etched with defiance and pain, doesn't respond. Instead, she continues to push against Bridget, refusing to admit defeat. But Bridget, relishing in her dominance, forces her chiseled abs into Eden’s face, smearing her soft lips against her steel-hard muscles and navel. 

"Let this be a lesson, Eden. Never EVER think you can best me. I'm BETTER than you, and I always will be!" Bridget roars, hoisting Eden's battered body before letting her slide to the floor, utterly vanquished. 

The crowd erupts as Bridget stands victorious, her sculpted abs glistening under the bright lights. She's not just a winner; she's a goddess, an indomitable force that has just reminded the world why she is the AMDD Champion. Despite the brutal match, Bridget's strength remains unbroken, her abs a beacon of power and resilience. Eden Cohen may have put up a fight, but tonight, Bridget Satterlee reigns supreme.