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After all the leaps and pirouettes comes another twist in figure skating at the Winter Olympics, where a French judge has been accused of ‘rigging’ the competition to secure gold for her compatriots and condemn Team USA to heartbreak.

On Wednesday in Milan, America’s Madison Chock and Evan Bates were dramatically denied victory by a French pair shrouded in controversy – despite believing they delivered a ‘flawless, gold-medal performance.’

Laurence Fournier Beaudry and Guillaume Cizeron – whose personal lives have both been engulfed in scandal – won gold with a total score of 225.82, just 1.43 points more than Team USA. Canada’s Piper Gilles and Paul Poirier won bronze.

Fournier Beaudry and Cizeron were seen sobbing after their victory, but their win is now under the microscope after the scores of French judge Jezabel Dabouis emerged online.

In the free dance, on Wednesday night, Dabouis awarded Fournier Beaudry and Cizeron 137.45 points – the second-highest total of any judge. She was also the only judge not to award Team USA more than 130 points (129.74).

By comparison, the US and Chinese judges gave America’s husband and wife pair – four-time Olympians- respective scores of 137.67 and 136.95.

Laurence Fournier Beaudry and Guillaume Cizeron
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Madison Chock and partner Evan Bates
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Team USA were dramatically denied Olympic gold by France’s Laurence Fournier Beaudry and Guillaume Cizeron in the figure skating

Madison Chock and Evan Bates were forced to settle for silver with a score of 224.49 in Milan
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Madison Chock and Evan Bates were forced to settle for silver with a score of 224.49 in Milan

Jezabel Dabouis, the French judge on the panel for the Winter Olympics competition
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Jezabel Dabouis, the French judge on the panel for the Winter Olympics competition

Meanwhile, the difference between Dabouis’s scores for the USA and France was nearly eight points – significantly more than any other judge on the panel – and in another cruel twist, five of the nine judges gave Chock and Bates the highest score in the free dance, compared to four who ranked France No 1.

Similar issues emerged in the rhythm dance section of the competition, where Dabouis gave France the highest score by far (93.34). That is nearly six points higher than she scored for the US, 87.6, which was the second lowest of any judge.

Interestingly, none of the nine judges scored the US lower than second in the rankings, with three putting them No 1, but two judges – from Great Britain and Germany – put France in third place. Still, though, Fournier Beaudry and Cizeron finished 0.46 points clear at the top.

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Coincidentally, the American judge was left out of the scoring panel for the rhythm dance section of the competition.

On both occasions, French judge Dabouis helped widen the gap between France and the United States and fans have suggested she deliberately ‘rigged’ the results.

‘The[re] must be an investigation!’ one user fumed on social media. ‘This is a judging scandal,’ another said. ‘There aren’t many times in sports where several times over it seems to be rigged… Chock and Bates (and others) got robbed.’

It is not the first time that a French figure skating judge has found themselves at the epicenter of a scandal.

Fournier Beaudry and Cizeron were seen sobbing after their victory but fans are unhappy
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Fournier Beaudry and Cizeron were seen sobbing after their victory but fans are unhappy

Do YOU think Team USA were robbed of Olympic gold?

Back in 2002, at the Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City, Marie-Reine Le Gougne allegedly succumbed to pressure from her federation to award a gold-medal score to the Russian pair Yelena Berezhnaya and Anton Sikharulidze, leaving Canadians Jamie Sale and David Pelletier with the silver.

The International Skating Union (ISU) suspended Le Gougne for three years and barred her from the 2006 Turin Olympics. The scandal, purportedly part of a vote-trading scheme in skating, ushered in sweeping reforms to judging.

Following their silver-medal heartbreak, Chock and Bates were asked whether they felt the judges had been fair. ‘It was our gold medal performance,’ Bates said. ‘It was the best that we could skate.’

Chock added: ‘We put out our very best skates every time we took Olympic ice… they were flawless for us.

‘We couldn’t have skated any better, and we’re super proud with how we took the ice, how we handled ourselves every time. The rest is out of our hands.’ The Daily Mail has contacted the IOC for comment.

Fournier Beaudry and Cizeron, meanwhile, only teamed up in March last year and over the past 12 months, Dabouis has judged in six of their competitions. The French pair has won five of the events.

That is despite their brief career together being dogged by ‘toxic’ allegations about their pasts.

Fournier Beaudry has faced intense scrutiny over her relationship with boyfriend and former skating partner, Nikolaj Sorensen, who was suspended in 2024 following allegations of a 2012 sexual assault involving a former skater and coach.

'We couldn’t have skated any better, and we’re super proud,' Chock said after the event

“That name should be dead… so why is Blackridge standing in my unit?” They mocked the new girl — until they saw the DEVGRU trident on her arm… and realized she wasn’t there to fit in. She was there to expose a betrayal that could trigger a nuclear trap. The forward base near the Belarus border wasn’t built for drama. It was steel walls, mud-soaked boots, and radios hissing through cold dawns. Task Unit Seven didn’t get surprises. Until she stepped off the transport. Small. Controlled. Eyes that scanned exits before faces. “Name,” Captain Owen Strickland demanded after reading the transfer sheet twice. “Petty Officer Talia Blackridge, sir.” The room shifted. Thirty-six years earlier, a Blackridge had dragged Strickland out of a kill zone. Three years ago, that same man was declared KIA. Flag folded. Funeral attended. File closed.
“That name should be dead… so why is Blackridge standing in my unit?” They mocked the new girl — until they saw the DEVGRU trident on her arm… and realized she wasn’t there to fit in. She was there to expose a betrayal that could trigger a nuclear trap. The forward base near the Belarus border wasn’t built for drama. It was steel walls, mud-soaked boots, and radios hissing through cold dawns. Task Unit Seven didn’t get surprises. Until she stepped off the transport. Small. Controlled. Eyes that scanned exits before faces. “Name,” Captain Owen Strickland demanded after reading the transfer sheet twice. “Petty Officer Talia Blackridge, sir.” The room shifted. Thirty-six years earlier, a Blackridge had dragged Strickland out of a kill zone. Three years ago, that same man was declared KIA. Flag folded. Funeral attended. File closed.

“‘That name should be dead… so why is Blackridge standing in my unit?’ — The Female DEVGRU Operator…

“Say your name,” Captain Owen Strickland ordered. “Petty Officer Talia Blackridge, sir.” The room shifted. Strickland had buried a Blackridge once. A man who pulled him out of a kill zone and was declared KIA years later. Memorial attended. Flag folded. Case closed. Except now his last name was standing in front of him. Alive. Young. Impossible. The team didn’t buy it. They mocked her. Tested her. Threw her into a 12-hour armory breakdown meant to break anyone. She finished it flawlessly. And when her sleeve shifted, they saw it. The trident. DEVGRU. SEAL Team Six. Silence swallowed the room. Strickland stepped closer — and that’s when she said it. “I’m not here to impress you. I’m here to find out who betrayed my father.”
“Say your name,” Captain Owen Strickland ordered. “Petty Officer Talia Blackridge, sir.” The room shifted. Strickland had buried a Blackridge once. A man who pulled him out of a kill zone and was declared KIA years later. Memorial attended. Flag folded. Case closed. Except now his last name was standing in front of him. Alive. Young. Impossible. The team didn’t buy it. They mocked her. Tested her. Threw her into a 12-hour armory breakdown meant to break anyone. She finished it flawlessly. And when her sleeve shifted, they saw it. The trident. DEVGRU. SEAL Team Six. Silence swallowed the room. Strickland stepped closer — and that’s when she said it. “I’m not here to impress you. I’m here to find out who betrayed my father.”

“‘That name should be dead… so why is Blackridge standing in my unit?’ — The Female DEVGRU Operator…

I begged my landlord for mercy… and accidentally sent the message to a billionaire CEO. The next reply changed my life — and took me to Dubai as his “fiancée.” I hadn’t eaten in two days. My rent was overdue. My cupboard was empty. Even the salt was gone. So I did what pride-hungry people eventually do — I typed a desperate message. Please don’t throw me out. I’m still job hunting. I promise I’ll pay. God will bless you. I hit send. Then I looked at the number. It wasn’t my landlord. It was a stranger. I almost died of shame. Across the city, Damalair Adabio — billionaire, CEO, allergic to nonsense — stepped out of his marble bathroom and opened my message.
I begged my landlord for mercy… and accidentally sent the message to a billionaire CEO. The next reply changed my life — and took me to Dubai as his “fiancée.” I hadn’t eaten in two days. My rent was overdue. My cupboard was empty. Even the salt was gone. So I did what pride-hungry people eventually do — I typed a desperate message. Please don’t throw me out. I’m still job hunting. I promise I’ll pay. God will bless you. I hit send. Then I looked at the number. It wasn’t my landlord. It was a stranger. I almost died of shame. Across the city, Damalair Adabio — billionaire, CEO, allergic to nonsense — stepped out of his marble bathroom and opened my message.

CEO hired a girl to be his fake fiancee—a shared night together & unexpected happened in Dubai TripOuchi’s…

She texted her landlord begging not to be thrown out… and accidentally sent it to a billionaire CEO instead. Minutes later, he offered her $7 MILLION to be his fake fiancée on a Dubai trip — and what happened that night changed everything. Ouchi hadn’t eaten since yesterday. She stood barefoot in her tiny one-room apartment, holding an empty pot like proof that life had officially humbled her. No rice. No beans. No noodles. Even the salt had “relocated.” Then her landlord called. Final warning. Pay this week — or get out. Desperate, fighting tears, she typed a long message begging for more time. She poured in everything — her degree, her job search, her faith, her pride. She hit send. And froze. Wrong number. Not her landlord. A complete stranger. She had just begged someone she didn’t know for mercy. Across the city, billionaire CEO Damalair Adabio stepped out of a marble bathroom into a home that screamed wealth. Betrayed by his PA. Pressured by investors. Invited to a high-stakes Dubai business summit where every powerful man would show up with a stunning partner on his arm. His phone buzzed. He read her message once. Then again. It wasn’t manipulation. It wasn’t a scam pitch. It was raw. Embarrassingly real. “Wrong number,” he muttered… then paused. “Or maybe perfect timing.”
She texted her landlord begging not to be thrown out… and accidentally sent it to a billionaire CEO instead. Minutes later, he offered her $7 MILLION to be his fake fiancée on a Dubai trip — and what happened that night changed everything. Ouchi hadn’t eaten since yesterday. She stood barefoot in her tiny one-room apartment, holding an empty pot like proof that life had officially humbled her. No rice. No beans. No noodles. Even the salt had “relocated.” Then her landlord called. Final warning. Pay this week — or get out. Desperate, fighting tears, she typed a long message begging for more time. She poured in everything — her degree, her job search, her faith, her pride. She hit send. And froze. Wrong number. Not her landlord. A complete stranger. She had just begged someone she didn’t know for mercy. Across the city, billionaire CEO Damalair Adabio stepped out of a marble bathroom into a home that screamed wealth. Betrayed by his PA. Pressured by investors. Invited to a high-stakes Dubai business summit where every powerful man would show up with a stunning partner on his arm. His phone buzzed. He read her message once. Then again. It wasn’t manipulation. It wasn’t a scam pitch. It was raw. Embarrassingly real. “Wrong number,” he muttered… then paused. “Or maybe perfect timing.”

CEO hired a girl to be his fake fiancee—a shared night together & unexpected happened in Dubai TripOuchi’s…

The avalanche hit without warning — white, violent, unstoppable. When it settled, rifles were missing. Packs were gone. And Claire was nowhere to be found. They dug. They found scraps of her gear. Then their team leader made the call no one wants to make: “She’s dead. We move.” They pulled out with wounded men and a storm closing in — leaving their medic behind. But Claire wasn’t dead. She woke up buried in ice, shoulder shattered, air running out. No radio. No weapon. Just darkness and pressure and the memory of one rule from survival school: panic kills faster than cold. She dug with numb hands until she broke through into a full Arctic storm. And that’s when she heard it. Gunfire. Her Rangers were still out there — taking contact, without their medic. What she did next is the part they don’t put in the official report. Because hours later, through the whiteout, a single figure emerged from the storm… Carrying four Rangers.
The avalanche hit without warning — white, violent, unstoppable. When it settled, rifles were missing. Packs were gone. And Claire was nowhere to be found. They dug. They found scraps of her gear. Then their team leader made the call no one wants to make: “She’s dead. We move.” They pulled out with wounded men and a storm closing in — leaving their medic behind. But Claire wasn’t dead. She woke up buried in ice, shoulder shattered, air running out. No radio. No weapon. Just darkness and pressure and the memory of one rule from survival school: panic kills faster than cold. She dug with numb hands until she broke through into a full Arctic storm. And that’s when she heard it. Gunfire. Her Rangers were still out there — taking contact, without their medic. What she did next is the part they don’t put in the official report. Because hours later, through the whiteout, a single figure emerged from the storm… Carrying four Rangers.

“She’s Dead!” They Abandoned The SEAL Sniper — Then She Emerged Carrying 4 Rangers The rotor wash died,…

“She’s dead.” They left the SEAL sniper under ten feet of Alaskan snow and moved on with the mission… Hours later, in the middle of a whiteout, she walked back into the fight — carrying four Rangers on her shoulders. November 2018. A Ranger platoon out of Joint Base Elmendorf–Richardson lifted into the Brooks Range for a hostage rescue that had to be finished before a blizzard locked the mountains down for days. Attached to them? A Navy medic — Hospital Corpsman First Class Claire Maddox. Quiet. Compact. Instantly underestimated. Some Rangers glanced at her PT scores and made up their minds. The team leader, Staff Sergeant Tyler Kane, kept it professional but distant. “Stay close. Don’t slow us down.” Claire didn’t argue. She checked radios. Tourniquets. Chest seals. IV warmers. Cold-weather meds. She studied wind angles and ridgelines the way other people read street signs. Insertion was clean. The mountain wasn’t. They moved across a knife-edge locals called Devil’s Spine when visibility collapsed into gray static. Then came the sound no one forgets — a deep, hollow crack above them.
“She’s dead.” They left the SEAL sniper under ten feet of Alaskan snow and moved on with the mission… Hours later, in the middle of a whiteout, she walked back into the fight — carrying four Rangers on her shoulders. November 2018. A Ranger platoon out of Joint Base Elmendorf–Richardson lifted into the Brooks Range for a hostage rescue that had to be finished before a blizzard locked the mountains down for days. Attached to them? A Navy medic — Hospital Corpsman First Class Claire Maddox. Quiet. Compact. Instantly underestimated. Some Rangers glanced at her PT scores and made up their minds. The team leader, Staff Sergeant Tyler Kane, kept it professional but distant. “Stay close. Don’t slow us down.” Claire didn’t argue. She checked radios. Tourniquets. Chest seals. IV warmers. Cold-weather meds. She studied wind angles and ridgelines the way other people read street signs. Insertion was clean. The mountain wasn’t. They moved across a knife-edge locals called Devil’s Spine when visibility collapsed into gray static. Then came the sound no one forgets — a deep, hollow crack above them.

“She’s Dead!” They Abandoned The SEAL Sniper — Then She Emerged Carrying 4 Rangers The rotor wash died,…

Naval Station Norfolk was silent except for the click of metal around Lieutenant Kara Wynn’s wrists. The charge? Abandoning her overwatch position during an operation near Kandahar. Prosecutors claimed she “froze.” That because she didn’t fire, three Marines died. The headlines were already brutal: Female SEAL cracks under pressure. In dress whites, Kara didn’t flinch when they called her a coward. Didn’t react when they hinted her record was exaggerated. She just sat there, posture perfect, as the bailiff locked the cuffs. “Standard procedure,” the judge said. The prosecutor smirked. Then the courtroom doors opened. Not a clerk. Not a late observer. A four-star admiral.
Naval Station Norfolk was silent except for the click of metal around Lieutenant Kara Wynn’s wrists. The charge? Abandoning her overwatch position during an operation near Kandahar. Prosecutors claimed she “froze.” That because she didn’t fire, three Marines died. The headlines were already brutal: Female SEAL cracks under pressure. In dress whites, Kara didn’t flinch when they called her a coward. Didn’t react when they hinted her record was exaggerated. She just sat there, posture perfect, as the bailiff locked the cuffs. “Standard procedure,” the judge said. The prosecutor smirked. Then the courtroom doors opened. Not a clerk. Not a late observer. A four-star admiral.

“TAKE THOSE CUFFS OFF—RIGHT NOW.” They Handcuffed a Female SEAL Sniper in Court—Then a Four-Star Admiral Walked In…