9. Finale: Amy Acker vs Elisha Cuthbert
Sept 21, 2023 23:04:08 GMT -6
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Post by Queens of Absolution on Sept 21, 2023 23:04:08 GMT -6
Re:Ignite: Finale - Amy Acker vs Elisha Cuthbert
LIVE @ Rogers Arena, Toronto, Eastern Time
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Amy Acker:
(46, 5’8”, 117lbs, 15:4 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Elisha Cuthbert:
(40, 5’5.5”, 114lbs, 58:60 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE:
The air was electric with anticipation as Amy Acker and Elisha Cuthbert climbed onto Chrissy Costanza's stage. The crowd roared, their cheers echoing off the walls, creating a deafening cacophony. Amy, clad in a black bikini bra and matching panties, strode confidently to the center of the stage, her abs rippling with raw power. Elisha, appearing slightly softer in contrast, was decked in navy blue bikini bra and panties, her aura of defiance failing to mask her apparent nervousness.
"Look at you, Cuthbert," Amy sneered, her eyes raking over Elisha's body, "a softie trying to take on a freight train." The crowd erupted with laughter, encouraging Amy's brutal verbal onslaught.
Elisha laughs as she rolls her eyes at Amy's comment, looking over her foe with her hands on her hips, "That's really rich coming from somebody who has had less than 20 fights. If I'd wanted to keep going, I could've made the Hall of Fame. I've held four titles and there is nothing soft about me. You're going to find that out about me today."
The tension between the two was palpable, threatening to spill over into a full-blown street fight. Insults were thrown back and forth, each aimed to wound the other's pride before the first punch was even thrown. The crowd watched with bated breath, their cheers only fueling the impending showdown. Amy's fists clenched, her biceps bulging, ready to unleash her might. Elisha, trying to match her opponent's bravado, raised her fists, her eyes locked on Amy's, ready for the brutal match that was about to begin on Chrissy's stage.
Round 01:
As the bell rang, signaling the start of Round One, Elisha Cuthbert sprang into action, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey. Her eyes flickered with a devilish intensity, locked onto Amy Acker's formidable form. Amy, her abs as rigid as a sheet of iron, stood undaunted, ready to trade blows with the former champion. Elisha danced around Amy, her footwork a testament to her boxing pedigree, striking Amy's chiseled abs with a barrage of punches that echoed around the arena, each hit a testament to her commitment to humiliate the strong woman in front of her.
Amy, unperturbed by Elisha's opening salvo, smirked, her ice-cold gaze never leaving her adversary. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, flexing her muscles and absorbing Elisha's punches like they were mere mosquito bites. She retaliated, her fists hammering against Elisha with the unstoppable force of a wrecking ball, each hit sending shockwaves through the crowd.
Elisha, staggering but far from defeated, snapped back with a venomous snarl, "This is just the warm-up, darling." Sweat trickling down her abs, she dug deep and rallied, her fists finding Amy's solar plexus with renewed ferocity. Each punch was laced with the bitter taste of her desperate need to break Amy and triumph on Chrissy's stage.
Amy, with a smirk dancing on her lips, blocked a particularly vicious swing aimed at her rock-hard abs. "I've had tougher fights with my grandma, Elisha!" she laughed, her voice reverberating across the silent ring. She retaliated with a swift jab to Elisha's midsection, her well-trained abs serving as an unwavering wall, demonstrating the strength of a steel freight train.
Elisha winced but quickly regained her composure, gritting her teeth in a determined smile. "You hit like a girl, Acker!" she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Ignoring the stinging pain in her abs, she launched herself at Amy, her fists raining down on Amy's stomach with relentless force. The crowd, enthralled by the heated exchange of insults and powerful punches, roared in anticipation of what was to come next round.
Amy fought back, her spirit unbroken, fists clenched and muscles taut with strength. But Elisha, cunning as a fox, landed a haymaker on Amy, sending a shockwave reverberating through the crowd. "Is that all you've got, Acker?" she jeered, the venom in her words as palpable as the punches she landed. Amy, refusing to be cowed, retaliated with a potent punch to Elisha's solar plexus, stealing the breath right from her. "You're going to need more than cheap insults and luck, Cuthbert!" she spat back, leaving Elisha gasping for air as the bell signaled the end of the round. Despite Amy's retaliatory hit, Elisha had managed to edge out on points, seizing victory in the first round, but the battle was far from over.
Round 02:
As Round Two kicked off, the tension was palpable. Amy Acker, still bristling from her first-round loss, charged at Elisha Cuthbert, her fists flying like a swarm of angry hornets. "This is my turf, Cuthbert!" she barked, her words punctuated with a jab to Elisha's abs, hard as a slab of marble. Elisha, however, was unhindered, her lips curling into a wicked grin. She danced around Amy, her feet light and nimble. "First round, Acker. Round one," she taunted, peppering Amy's abs with precise, stinging punches, scoring points with a relentless rhythm.
Amy's response was swift and brutal. She unleashed an uppercut that would have decapitated a lesser opponent, hammering into Elisha's jaw with the strength of a freight train. "Sweet dreams, Elisha!" she cackled, her laughter echoing around the ring. Elisha, however, absorbed the blow, her mind steel and her body granite. She retaliated with a gut-punch that forced a grunt from the seemingly indomitable Amy. "Your punches are as weak as your wit, Acker!" she retorted, laughing, her laughter filled with a calm cruelty.
The ring turned into a battlefield, the air thick with aggression and animosity. Amy and Elisha continued to trade insults and punches like seasoned warriors, their abs the focus of their potent onslaughts. "Your abs are as soft as marshmallows, Cuthbert!" Amy laughed, her fists pounding away at Elisha's midsection. Elisha, not to be outdone, replied with a fierce jab to Amy's solar plexus, her reaction a vicious smile. "I've seen stronger abs on a geriatric, Acker!" she hissed, scoring more points with her precise, punishing strikes.
The crowd was on the edge of their seats, the atmosphere electric with anticipation and excitement. The bell rang out, signaling the end of Round Two, and Elisha Cuthbert, once again, emerged victorious on points. But Amy Acker, far from defeated, stood her ground, her abs glistening with sweat and resolve. "Enjoy your moment, Elisha. It won't last," she snarled, her eyes promising a battle to be remembered in the next round.
Round 03:
As the bell tolled, heralding the commencement of Round Three, Amy Acker loomed over Elisha Cuthbert, her muscles taut with a frightening intensity. "Ready to eat dirt, Cuthbert?" Amy sneered, her hands clenched into fists of steel, determined to make Elisha taste defeat. Elisha, with a mixture of fear and defiance in her eyes, steadied her stance, ready for the onslaught.
Amy, with the force of a steel freight train, launched into a series of heaving punches aimed at Elisha's stomach. Each one landed with a sickening thud, their impact resonating throughout the arena, and Elisha's face twisted in pain. "What's the matter, Cuthbert? Can't stomach it?" Amy taunted, her voice dripping with scorn. Elisha, desperate to regain control, attempted a counterattack, but Amy's superior strength and relentless assault left her gasping for breath, her stomach churning with every punch.
Amy didn't relent, her fists hailstorming into Elisha's abs with a ruthless rhythm that echoed around the electrified arena. Every punch was a brutal symphony, a testament to Amy's raw power, her muscular arms a blur of motion as she hammered into Elisha's stomach. "Not so tough now, are you, Cuthbert?" she sneered, her words twisted vines of insult amidst the relentless blows. "Can't handle a real fighter, can you?" Amy's taunts filled the stage, each insult landing as heavily in the ears of the audience as her punches did on Elisha's trembling abs. Elisha grimaced, her body shaking from the punishing onslaught, but remained silent, her focus on surviving the storm that was Amy Acker.
Amy, relishing in Elisha's distress, took her verbal assault up a notch. "I've seen infants throw stronger punches, Cuthbert!" she mocked, punctuating her insult with another brutal gut-punch that left Elisha reeling. Despite the burning agony, Elisha fought back, a punch here, a jab there, scoring points to keep the round from tipping entirely in Amy's favor.
Just as the words "Hit her solar plexus!" slipped from Chrissy Costanza's lips, Amy, as though hearing the silent plea, landed a crushing blow to Elisha's center mass. The impact was brutal, a forceful reminder of Amy's untamed strength, and Elisha staggered, the air whooshed out of her in a pitiful gasp. Amy flashed a devious grin, her laughter reverberating through the enthralled arena. "Can't stand the heat, Elisha?" Amy jeered, her words a cruel echo amidst the cheers and taunts of the crowd. Elisha, though winded, squared her shoulders, her face a mask of determination as she prepared to weather the storm that was Amy Acker.
Just as the bell was about to signal the end of the round, Amy, a menacing grin on her face, landed a bone-rattling uppercut on Elisha, sending her crashing onto her knees. Her triumphant laughter echoed through the tense silence of the arena. Blood dripped from Elisha's cut lip, staining the stage beneath her. "How does the floor taste, Cuthbert?" Amy sneered, her words a cruel echo in the deafening silence. As the bell finally rang, Amy stood victorious in Round Three, her dominance established with a brutal combination of power punches and stinging insults.
Round 04:
As the bell rang out for Round Four, Amy Acker, brimming with savage determination, lunged at Elisha Cuthbert, her fists of steel a terrifying promise of pain. "Ready to be my punching bag, Cuthbert?" Amy hissed, her words a chilling prelude to her brutal assault. Unleashing a torrent of punches aimed at Elisha's abs, Amy roared like a wild beast, each punch driving Elisha towards the edge of the stage. Elisha, reeling from the onslaught, clenched, desperate to halt Amy's devastating blows. "Got no comeback, Elisha?" Amy taunted, her eyes glinting with cruel delight. The referee intervened, pulling the two apart, his stern gaze locked onto Elisha's pale face.
The moment they were reset, Amy, like a predator scenting blood, launched herself at Elisha, her fists raining down on Elisha like bolts of steel. Her punches were a symphony of destruction, each one landing with bone-crunching force on Elisha's face. "Your face matches your boxing skills now, Cuthbert — pathetic!" Amy jeered, her laughter echoing around the arena. She delivered a brutal uppercut that nearly took Elisha's head off, the impact reverberating through the enthralled crowd. "Feeling a little lightheaded, Cuthbert?" Amy mocked, her voice a cruel melody amid the thunderous applause.
Amy wasn't done. She switched tactics, her fists hammering into Elisha's ribs with brutal precision. Each punch was a crushing testament to Amy's relentless strength, her fists turning Elisha's ribs into a throbbing mess of pain. "Still standing, Cuthbert? Let's fix that!" Amy sneered, her eyes gleaming with a savage desire to dominate.
Turning her attention back to Elisha's abs, Amy, brimming with vindictive glee, began hammering her fists into Elisha's stomach. Each punch was a brutal echo of Amy's monstrous strength, her fists sinking into Elisha's abs with a sickening thud. "Still breathing, Cuthbert?" Amy taunted, her voice raspy with exertion and exhilaration. "Because you're about to lose your breath and this match!"
As Amy continued her merciless attack, Chrissy Costanza, feeding off the energy of Amy's dominance, bared her teeth in a wicked grin towards Elisha. "You're dancing on Amy's strings, Elisha!" Chrissy mocked, her voice slicing through the onslaught of Amy's powerful punches. "Your abs look like they're about to burst!" she added, her tone full of crude delight.
Meanwhile, Amy seemed to feed off Chrissy's words, a malicious grin spreading across her face. She doubled her efforts, her fists pounding into Elisha's abs with a force that made the crowd wince with every impact. Elisha's face contorted in pain, her breaths turning ragged as Amy's fists relentlessly worked her over. "Your abs are a canvas, Cuthbert," Amy sneered, "and I'm the artist, reshaping them with every pounding blow!" Her words were punctuated by the sickening thud of fists on flesh, a symphony of brutality that left the audience riveted and Elisha reeling.
Amidst the flurry of punches and the brutal energy permeating the stage, Chrissy Costanza's voice cut through the chaos. "Come on, Amy! Show her who's boss!" she urged, adding fuel to the raging fire that was Amy Acker. Amy, her eyes blazing with a savage ferocity, heeded Chrissy's call to arms and launched an even more brutal assault on Elisha.
Unleashing a hellstorm of bone-crunching punches, Amy mirrored her physical dominance with a verbal onslaught that would leave a lasting impression. "You're nothing but a walking punching bag, Elisha!" Amy taunted, her voice ringing clearly amidst the din of the crowd and the sickening thuds of her fists landing on Elisha's abs. "Bet you didn't expect this, huh?" she continued, her words both a mockery and an undeniable statement of her overwhelming strength.
The crowd roared, feeding off the intensity of the brutal beatdown and the raw aggression in Amy's voice. Elisha, bruised and battered, could only endure the onslaught, her body becoming a canvas for Amy's relentless assault. Chrissy's laughter echoed over the clamor, a chilling soundtrack to Amy's brutal symphony. The stage was set for a showdown that would not soon be forgotten.
By the end of Round Four, Amy stood victorious, the margin of points between them a clear testament to her domineering performance. Her fists, glistening with sweat and Elisha's blood, were raised high, the crowd's deafening cheers a sweet symphony to her ears. "Bow down to the queen, Cuthbert!" Amy roared, her words a victorious echo that reverberated throughout Chrissy Costanza's stage.
Round 05:
As the bell tolled the beginning of Round Five, Elisha Cuthbert stepped forward, her face set in a determined scowl. She had been a ragdoll in Amy's merciless hands in the previous round, and now she was hellbent on flipping the script. "Ready for a comeback, Acker?" Elisha snarled, her words a defiant challenge in the face of Amy's monstrous strength.
Elisha lunged forward, fists flying as she targeted Amy's taut abs. Every landed punch was an echo of her rising determination, her fists sinking into Amy's stomach with a vengeance. Amy grunted with each impact, her previous dominance wavering under Elisha's relentless assault. "How do you like that, Acker?" Elisha taunted, her voice a triumphant clash against Amy's grunts of discomfort.
Elisha didn't let up. Her fists were like relentless pistons, pounding Amy's abs with a force that shocked even Chrissy Costanza. The audience, too, seemed taken aback by this sudden and aggressive turnaround. Yet, Chrissy stood her ground, her eyes never leaving the brutal scene unfolding on stage.
"Doesn't feel so good when you're on the receiving end, huh, Acker?" Elisha spat, her words seeming to ignite a fire within Chrissy. "Oh, Elisha, trying to play the big girl now?" Chrissy retorted, her voice sharp and biting. "You're only postponing the inevitable beating that awaits you."
While Elisha continued to deliver powerful blows to Amy's midsection, Chrissy and Amy exchanged a look. "Elisha, darling," Amy grunted, each word punctuated by Elisha's relentless punches, "Enjoy your moment. It won't last."
Their verbal duet was a fierce counterpoint to Elisha's physical assault, the words echoing around the arena with the same brutal intensity as the punches landing on Amy's abs. The stage was set for a showdown that was becoming more intense with each passing second.
Elisha then aimed an uppercut at Amy, but missed. Unfazed, she tried again, her fists swinging with ferocious intent but Amy skillfully dodged each attempt. "Trying to take my head off, Cuthbert?" Amy jeered, sidestepping another wild swing. "You'll have to do better than that!"
Despite her missed attempts, Elisha remained undeterred, focusing once more on Amy's abs. The crowd roared with every landed punch, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. Amy's abs, previously untouched, were now the prime target of Elisha's vengeful fists. "You're not so tough now, are you, Acker?" Elisha taunted, her voice laced with vindictive satisfaction.
Amy, despite being pushed back, tried to retort, "You're still a weakling, Cuthbert!" Yet, her voice lacked its usual cruel bite, her words falling flat amidst Elisha's relentless onslaught. Elisha just smirked, her fists landing with unerring precision, her dominance in this round assured. "Keep dreaming, Acker!" Elisha retorted, the bell echoing the end of the round.
Round 06:
Round Six erupted in a blaze of fury and determination. Elisha, her second wind carrying her forward, lunged at Amy with a bone-crushing haymaker to the face. Amy staggered back, her eyes widening in shock as Elisha followed up with a second haymaker, the force of the blows cutting through the air with a chilling whiplash.
"Feeling a bit shaken, Acker?" Elisha spat, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. Amy, her hand brushing off the sting of contact, gritted her teeth and retorted, "Is that all you've got, Cuthbert?"
Before she could recover, Elisha dug her fists into Amy's hard abs with a ferocity that made Chrissy Costanza gasp. The punches were relentless, each one a crushing blow to Amy's solar plexus, forcing a grunt out of her with every impact.
"Stop trying to play the hero, Acker!" Elisha hissed, her words punctuated by her fists hammering into Amy's abs in a rapid-fire succession.
"Lay off her, Cuthbert!" Chrissy shot back, her eyes flashing with anger. Elisha only laughed, her fists not slowing as she drove Amy back with her brutal assault.
"Shut up, Costanza! This has nothing to do with you!" Elisha snarled, her words echoing over the roar of the crowd. Amidst the verbal clash, her fist landed a devastating blow, sending Amy sprawling to the mat. The crowd gasped, the sight of Amy Acker on the canvas a shocking twist in the brutal saga.
Amy groaned, pushing herself up from the mat, her eyes glaring defiantly at Elisha. "That all you got, Cuthbert?" Amy taunted, ignoring the jarring pain radiating from her abs.
Elisha smirked, raising her fists. "Just getting started, Acker," she retorted, her words echoing in the sudden silence as the bell echoed the end of the round.
Round 07:
Round Seven burst into life with Amy Acker, her abs still throbbing from the previous round, charging at Elisha Cuthbert with a vengeance burning in her eyes. Acker's fists, made of pure steel, slammed into Elisha's ribs with a force that rattled the venue. The sickening crunch of bone echoed through the air, an ominous harbinger of what was to come. "Get ready for a reckoning, Cuthbert!" Amy roared, her voice a thunderous proclamation that filled the arena.
Amy followed with an uppercut that would've knocked any lesser opponent out cold. The force of her punch reverberated through Elisha's body, drawing a gasp from the crowd. Blood spattered the stage, a visceral testament to Amy's overwhelming strength. "You like that, Elisha?" Amy sneered, her words a searing insult that hung heavy in the air.
The entire time, Chrissy Costanza stood by the ringside, her support for Amy unwavering. "Break her, Amy!" Chrissy screamed, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. "Show her what real strength is!"
Taking the cue from Chrissy's shouts, Amy focused her assault on Elisha's midsection. The punches were relentless, each one a brutal testament to Amy's unyielding strength and determination. The force of her onslaught sent Elisha crumpling to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Amy continued her brutal assault.
"Can't handle the heat, Cuthbert?" Amy taunted, her words echoing over Elisha's grunts of pain. At the same time, Chrissy joined in, her voice a harsh contrast to Elisha's suffering. "You're nothing but a wimp, Elisha!" Chrissy spat, her words laced with venomous satisfaction.
Amy, her muscles rippling with raw power, relentlessly pounded Elisha's stomach, each blow a brutal assault on her solar plexus. It was like a freight train slamming into a brick wall, the force of Amy's punches reverberating through the venue. "What's wrong, Cuthbert?" Amy sneered, her words punctuating each devastating blow. "Can't handle a little pain?"
At the ringside, Chrissy's voice cut through the crowd's roar, her taunts harsh and biting. "Look at you, Elisha, crumbling like a paper doll!" Chrissy jeered, her words searing through the charged atmosphere. "Thought you were tough, huh?"
Elisha could barely respond, each punch driving the breath from her lungs. Her abs, once taut and unyielding, were now wilting under Amy's relentless onslaught. The crowd roared with savage delight, the spectacle of Amy's dominance a sight to behold. The bell echoed the end of the round, but Amy's unyielding assault on Elisha's battered body was far from over.
The bell tolled, signaling the end of the round. Amy Acker stood victorious, her chest heaving with exertion as the crowd erupted in deafening cheers. Elisha Cuthbert was left beaten and bloodied on Chrissy's stage, a sad testament to her inferior strength. The round was Amy's, won on narrow points, a fitting end to her brutal vengeance.
Round 08:
Round Eight ignited with an intensity rivaling a supernova. Amy Acker, her muscles rippling with raw strength, crouched in a fighter's stance, her fists of steel poised to strike. With a snarl that echoed with primal savagery, she lunged at Elisha Cuthbert, her fists colliding with Elisha's face with bone-crunching force. Blood spattered on Chrissy's stage, a gruesome testament to Amy's unyielding might, as Elisha's nose crumpled under the brutal assault.
"You ready to bleed, Cuthbert?" Amy hissed, her words a chilling promise of more pain to come. Elisha could only grunt in response, her defiance wavering under Amy's relentless onslaught.
Amy shifted her attention to Elisha's stomach, her fists hammering into the vulnerable area with brutal precision. She reveled in Elisha's gasps of pain, her taunts escalating with each devastating blow. "What's the matter, Cuthbert?" Amy sneered, her fists pummeling Elisha's stomach with the force of a wrecking ball. "Can't stomach it?"
Amy Acker, her muscles pulsing with raw power, continued her onslaught, her punches landing like thunderbolts on Elisha Cuthbert's stomach. Each blow was a devastating reminder of Amy's superior strength, crushing Elisha's solar plexus with ruthless precision. Amidst the symphony of cheers and jeers from the crowd, Amy flexed her abs, a physical testament to her raw power. "Feeling weak, Cuthbert?" Amy taunted, each word punctuated by a crushing punch. Her words were barbed insults, cutting deeper than any physical blow ever could.
Elisha tried to respond, but the words were lost in a grunt of pain as Amy's fists continued their brutal assault. The crowd roared, their cheers fueling Amy's onslaught as she drove Elisha back.
And then, with a final, bone-crushing uppercut, Amy decimated any remaining defiance in Elisha. The punch was so powerful it lifted Elisha off the ground, her body crumpling in a heap seconds later. The crowd gasped, stunned into silence by the sheer brutality of Amy's victory. Elisha Cuthbert was out cold on Chrissy's stage, a pitiful end to her bold challenge. Amy Acker stood victorious, her muscles gleaming with sweat, her chest heaving with exertion. She had not just won the round. She had won the fight.
Official Decision: Amy Acker defeats Elisha Cuthbert via KO 8!
AFTER:
As the crowd roared, Amy Acker moved towards the fallen Elisha Cuthbert. With a triumphant grin, she grabbed Elisha by the hair and yanked her up, ragdolling the unconscious figure. "Look at this pitiful excuse for a fighter," Amy sneered, her words echoing across the stage.
With a contemptuous laugh, Amy flung Elisha back onto the stage. The defeated fighter's body hit the stage with a sickening thud, drawing gasps from the awestruck audience. Wasting no time, Amy followed up with a vicious kick to Elisha's stomach, her boot connecting with brutal force. "You're pathetic, Cuthbert!" she howled, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "Thought you could outmuscle me? You're not even fit to shine my boots!" With that, she landed another kick, each word punctuated by an echoing thud. The crowd roared their approval, their voices a thunderous backdrop to Amy's savage victory.
With a triumphant snarl, Amy planted her boot on Elisha's belly button, the cruel pressure making Elisha's body twitch involuntarily. A wave of victorious satisfaction washed over Amy as she twisted her foot, grinding her heel into Elisha's abs. Even in her unconscious state, Elisha's body convulsed in a reflexive jerk, a clear testament to the brutal power that Amy wielded.
"Feel that, Cuthbert?" Amy taunted, her words dripping with vicious delight. "That's what real strength feels like. That's the taste of defeat." Her laughter rang out, cold and harsh, reverberating through the silent crowd. The sight of Amy's boot twisting in Elisha's abs was a chilling testament to her victory, a spectacle of her unassailable dominance.
Suddenly, the crowd erupted again as Elyse Levesque and Krysten Ritter strode onto the stage, a predatory gleam in their eyes. They joined Amy, each taking turns to taunt the broken Elisha. "You're pathetic, Cuthbert," Elyse spat. Krysten followed suit, "You thought you were tough, huh? Pathetic."
Elyse Levesque, a cold smile playing on her lips, turned her attention to the defeated Elisha. With a malicious glint in her eyes, she stepped forward, raising her boot before bringing it crashing down onto Elisha’s stomach. The sound resonated through the silent crowd, a gut-wrenching thud that echoed the brutality of the act. Elisha’s body jerked reflexively, an involuntary response to the crushing blow.
With a cruel laugh, Elyse leaned in close, her words a venomous whisper intended for Elisha alone, "You're a sad excuse for a fighter, Cuthbert. You thought you could match us? You're not even worth the dirt on my boot." Her words were a final, crushing blow, a verbal onslaught as devastating as any physical attack. The crowd erupted in cheers, their raucous approval a testament to the savage spectacle of Elyse's dominance.
Next, the spotlight shifted onto Krysten Ritter, her eyes gleaming with a savage delight. Without wasting a moment, she stepped forward, her boots thudding ominously on the stage. She kneeled beside the fallen Elisha, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. Her clenched fist, a visual testament to her raw power, rose in the air before descending swiftly. The impact of her brutal punch on Elisha's belly resonated through the silent arena, drawing gasps from the audience as Elisha's body jerked involuntarily in response. "You're nothing more than a punching bag, Cuthbert!" Krysten spat out, each word punctuated by the cruel laughter ringing through the arena. Her words, as brutal as her punch, left no room for doubt - Elisha Cuthbert, in her attempt to challenge Amy Acker, had signed up for a humiliation far beyond her wildest nightmares.
Amy, Elyse, and Krysten continued to humiliate Elisha, their words a symphony of insults that filled the venue. Each word was a dagger, penetrating deeper into Elisha's dignity. But they weren't done. Not yet.
With a malicious glint in their eyes, Elyse and Krysten grabbed Elisha's limp body, hoisting it high in the air for the crowd to see. The cheers grew deafening as they hurled Elisha off the stage, their final act of humiliation. "Hope you enjoyed the fall, Cuthbert!" They jeered, their cruel laughter echoing long after Elisha's form had disappeared from sight.
LIVE @ Rogers Arena, Toronto, Eastern Time
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Amy Acker:
(46, 5’8”, 117lbs, 15:4 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Elisha Cuthbert:
(40, 5’5.5”, 114lbs, 58:60 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE:
The air was electric with anticipation as Amy Acker and Elisha Cuthbert climbed onto Chrissy Costanza's stage. The crowd roared, their cheers echoing off the walls, creating a deafening cacophony. Amy, clad in a black bikini bra and matching panties, strode confidently to the center of the stage, her abs rippling with raw power. Elisha, appearing slightly softer in contrast, was decked in navy blue bikini bra and panties, her aura of defiance failing to mask her apparent nervousness.
"Look at you, Cuthbert," Amy sneered, her eyes raking over Elisha's body, "a softie trying to take on a freight train." The crowd erupted with laughter, encouraging Amy's brutal verbal onslaught.
Elisha laughs as she rolls her eyes at Amy's comment, looking over her foe with her hands on her hips, "That's really rich coming from somebody who has had less than 20 fights. If I'd wanted to keep going, I could've made the Hall of Fame. I've held four titles and there is nothing soft about me. You're going to find that out about me today."
The tension between the two was palpable, threatening to spill over into a full-blown street fight. Insults were thrown back and forth, each aimed to wound the other's pride before the first punch was even thrown. The crowd watched with bated breath, their cheers only fueling the impending showdown. Amy's fists clenched, her biceps bulging, ready to unleash her might. Elisha, trying to match her opponent's bravado, raised her fists, her eyes locked on Amy's, ready for the brutal match that was about to begin on Chrissy's stage.
Round 01:
As the bell rang, signaling the start of Round One, Elisha Cuthbert sprang into action, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey. Her eyes flickered with a devilish intensity, locked onto Amy Acker's formidable form. Amy, her abs as rigid as a sheet of iron, stood undaunted, ready to trade blows with the former champion. Elisha danced around Amy, her footwork a testament to her boxing pedigree, striking Amy's chiseled abs with a barrage of punches that echoed around the arena, each hit a testament to her commitment to humiliate the strong woman in front of her.
Amy, unperturbed by Elisha's opening salvo, smirked, her ice-cold gaze never leaving her adversary. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, flexing her muscles and absorbing Elisha's punches like they were mere mosquito bites. She retaliated, her fists hammering against Elisha with the unstoppable force of a wrecking ball, each hit sending shockwaves through the crowd.
Elisha, staggering but far from defeated, snapped back with a venomous snarl, "This is just the warm-up, darling." Sweat trickling down her abs, she dug deep and rallied, her fists finding Amy's solar plexus with renewed ferocity. Each punch was laced with the bitter taste of her desperate need to break Amy and triumph on Chrissy's stage.
Amy, with a smirk dancing on her lips, blocked a particularly vicious swing aimed at her rock-hard abs. "I've had tougher fights with my grandma, Elisha!" she laughed, her voice reverberating across the silent ring. She retaliated with a swift jab to Elisha's midsection, her well-trained abs serving as an unwavering wall, demonstrating the strength of a steel freight train.
Elisha winced but quickly regained her composure, gritting her teeth in a determined smile. "You hit like a girl, Acker!" she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Ignoring the stinging pain in her abs, she launched herself at Amy, her fists raining down on Amy's stomach with relentless force. The crowd, enthralled by the heated exchange of insults and powerful punches, roared in anticipation of what was to come next round.
Amy fought back, her spirit unbroken, fists clenched and muscles taut with strength. But Elisha, cunning as a fox, landed a haymaker on Amy, sending a shockwave reverberating through the crowd. "Is that all you've got, Acker?" she jeered, the venom in her words as palpable as the punches she landed. Amy, refusing to be cowed, retaliated with a potent punch to Elisha's solar plexus, stealing the breath right from her. "You're going to need more than cheap insults and luck, Cuthbert!" she spat back, leaving Elisha gasping for air as the bell signaled the end of the round. Despite Amy's retaliatory hit, Elisha had managed to edge out on points, seizing victory in the first round, but the battle was far from over.
Round 02:
As Round Two kicked off, the tension was palpable. Amy Acker, still bristling from her first-round loss, charged at Elisha Cuthbert, her fists flying like a swarm of angry hornets. "This is my turf, Cuthbert!" she barked, her words punctuated with a jab to Elisha's abs, hard as a slab of marble. Elisha, however, was unhindered, her lips curling into a wicked grin. She danced around Amy, her feet light and nimble. "First round, Acker. Round one," she taunted, peppering Amy's abs with precise, stinging punches, scoring points with a relentless rhythm.
Amy's response was swift and brutal. She unleashed an uppercut that would have decapitated a lesser opponent, hammering into Elisha's jaw with the strength of a freight train. "Sweet dreams, Elisha!" she cackled, her laughter echoing around the ring. Elisha, however, absorbed the blow, her mind steel and her body granite. She retaliated with a gut-punch that forced a grunt from the seemingly indomitable Amy. "Your punches are as weak as your wit, Acker!" she retorted, laughing, her laughter filled with a calm cruelty.
The ring turned into a battlefield, the air thick with aggression and animosity. Amy and Elisha continued to trade insults and punches like seasoned warriors, their abs the focus of their potent onslaughts. "Your abs are as soft as marshmallows, Cuthbert!" Amy laughed, her fists pounding away at Elisha's midsection. Elisha, not to be outdone, replied with a fierce jab to Amy's solar plexus, her reaction a vicious smile. "I've seen stronger abs on a geriatric, Acker!" she hissed, scoring more points with her precise, punishing strikes.
The crowd was on the edge of their seats, the atmosphere electric with anticipation and excitement. The bell rang out, signaling the end of Round Two, and Elisha Cuthbert, once again, emerged victorious on points. But Amy Acker, far from defeated, stood her ground, her abs glistening with sweat and resolve. "Enjoy your moment, Elisha. It won't last," she snarled, her eyes promising a battle to be remembered in the next round.
Round 03:
As the bell tolled, heralding the commencement of Round Three, Amy Acker loomed over Elisha Cuthbert, her muscles taut with a frightening intensity. "Ready to eat dirt, Cuthbert?" Amy sneered, her hands clenched into fists of steel, determined to make Elisha taste defeat. Elisha, with a mixture of fear and defiance in her eyes, steadied her stance, ready for the onslaught.
Amy, with the force of a steel freight train, launched into a series of heaving punches aimed at Elisha's stomach. Each one landed with a sickening thud, their impact resonating throughout the arena, and Elisha's face twisted in pain. "What's the matter, Cuthbert? Can't stomach it?" Amy taunted, her voice dripping with scorn. Elisha, desperate to regain control, attempted a counterattack, but Amy's superior strength and relentless assault left her gasping for breath, her stomach churning with every punch.
Amy didn't relent, her fists hailstorming into Elisha's abs with a ruthless rhythm that echoed around the electrified arena. Every punch was a brutal symphony, a testament to Amy's raw power, her muscular arms a blur of motion as she hammered into Elisha's stomach. "Not so tough now, are you, Cuthbert?" she sneered, her words twisted vines of insult amidst the relentless blows. "Can't handle a real fighter, can you?" Amy's taunts filled the stage, each insult landing as heavily in the ears of the audience as her punches did on Elisha's trembling abs. Elisha grimaced, her body shaking from the punishing onslaught, but remained silent, her focus on surviving the storm that was Amy Acker.
Amy, relishing in Elisha's distress, took her verbal assault up a notch. "I've seen infants throw stronger punches, Cuthbert!" she mocked, punctuating her insult with another brutal gut-punch that left Elisha reeling. Despite the burning agony, Elisha fought back, a punch here, a jab there, scoring points to keep the round from tipping entirely in Amy's favor.
Just as the words "Hit her solar plexus!" slipped from Chrissy Costanza's lips, Amy, as though hearing the silent plea, landed a crushing blow to Elisha's center mass. The impact was brutal, a forceful reminder of Amy's untamed strength, and Elisha staggered, the air whooshed out of her in a pitiful gasp. Amy flashed a devious grin, her laughter reverberating through the enthralled arena. "Can't stand the heat, Elisha?" Amy jeered, her words a cruel echo amidst the cheers and taunts of the crowd. Elisha, though winded, squared her shoulders, her face a mask of determination as she prepared to weather the storm that was Amy Acker.
Just as the bell was about to signal the end of the round, Amy, a menacing grin on her face, landed a bone-rattling uppercut on Elisha, sending her crashing onto her knees. Her triumphant laughter echoed through the tense silence of the arena. Blood dripped from Elisha's cut lip, staining the stage beneath her. "How does the floor taste, Cuthbert?" Amy sneered, her words a cruel echo in the deafening silence. As the bell finally rang, Amy stood victorious in Round Three, her dominance established with a brutal combination of power punches and stinging insults.
Round 04:
As the bell rang out for Round Four, Amy Acker, brimming with savage determination, lunged at Elisha Cuthbert, her fists of steel a terrifying promise of pain. "Ready to be my punching bag, Cuthbert?" Amy hissed, her words a chilling prelude to her brutal assault. Unleashing a torrent of punches aimed at Elisha's abs, Amy roared like a wild beast, each punch driving Elisha towards the edge of the stage. Elisha, reeling from the onslaught, clenched, desperate to halt Amy's devastating blows. "Got no comeback, Elisha?" Amy taunted, her eyes glinting with cruel delight. The referee intervened, pulling the two apart, his stern gaze locked onto Elisha's pale face.
The moment they were reset, Amy, like a predator scenting blood, launched herself at Elisha, her fists raining down on Elisha like bolts of steel. Her punches were a symphony of destruction, each one landing with bone-crunching force on Elisha's face. "Your face matches your boxing skills now, Cuthbert — pathetic!" Amy jeered, her laughter echoing around the arena. She delivered a brutal uppercut that nearly took Elisha's head off, the impact reverberating through the enthralled crowd. "Feeling a little lightheaded, Cuthbert?" Amy mocked, her voice a cruel melody amid the thunderous applause.
Amy wasn't done. She switched tactics, her fists hammering into Elisha's ribs with brutal precision. Each punch was a crushing testament to Amy's relentless strength, her fists turning Elisha's ribs into a throbbing mess of pain. "Still standing, Cuthbert? Let's fix that!" Amy sneered, her eyes gleaming with a savage desire to dominate.
Turning her attention back to Elisha's abs, Amy, brimming with vindictive glee, began hammering her fists into Elisha's stomach. Each punch was a brutal echo of Amy's monstrous strength, her fists sinking into Elisha's abs with a sickening thud. "Still breathing, Cuthbert?" Amy taunted, her voice raspy with exertion and exhilaration. "Because you're about to lose your breath and this match!"
As Amy continued her merciless attack, Chrissy Costanza, feeding off the energy of Amy's dominance, bared her teeth in a wicked grin towards Elisha. "You're dancing on Amy's strings, Elisha!" Chrissy mocked, her voice slicing through the onslaught of Amy's powerful punches. "Your abs look like they're about to burst!" she added, her tone full of crude delight.
Meanwhile, Amy seemed to feed off Chrissy's words, a malicious grin spreading across her face. She doubled her efforts, her fists pounding into Elisha's abs with a force that made the crowd wince with every impact. Elisha's face contorted in pain, her breaths turning ragged as Amy's fists relentlessly worked her over. "Your abs are a canvas, Cuthbert," Amy sneered, "and I'm the artist, reshaping them with every pounding blow!" Her words were punctuated by the sickening thud of fists on flesh, a symphony of brutality that left the audience riveted and Elisha reeling.
Amidst the flurry of punches and the brutal energy permeating the stage, Chrissy Costanza's voice cut through the chaos. "Come on, Amy! Show her who's boss!" she urged, adding fuel to the raging fire that was Amy Acker. Amy, her eyes blazing with a savage ferocity, heeded Chrissy's call to arms and launched an even more brutal assault on Elisha.
Unleashing a hellstorm of bone-crunching punches, Amy mirrored her physical dominance with a verbal onslaught that would leave a lasting impression. "You're nothing but a walking punching bag, Elisha!" Amy taunted, her voice ringing clearly amidst the din of the crowd and the sickening thuds of her fists landing on Elisha's abs. "Bet you didn't expect this, huh?" she continued, her words both a mockery and an undeniable statement of her overwhelming strength.
The crowd roared, feeding off the intensity of the brutal beatdown and the raw aggression in Amy's voice. Elisha, bruised and battered, could only endure the onslaught, her body becoming a canvas for Amy's relentless assault. Chrissy's laughter echoed over the clamor, a chilling soundtrack to Amy's brutal symphony. The stage was set for a showdown that would not soon be forgotten.
By the end of Round Four, Amy stood victorious, the margin of points between them a clear testament to her domineering performance. Her fists, glistening with sweat and Elisha's blood, were raised high, the crowd's deafening cheers a sweet symphony to her ears. "Bow down to the queen, Cuthbert!" Amy roared, her words a victorious echo that reverberated throughout Chrissy Costanza's stage.
Round 05:
As the bell tolled the beginning of Round Five, Elisha Cuthbert stepped forward, her face set in a determined scowl. She had been a ragdoll in Amy's merciless hands in the previous round, and now she was hellbent on flipping the script. "Ready for a comeback, Acker?" Elisha snarled, her words a defiant challenge in the face of Amy's monstrous strength.
Elisha lunged forward, fists flying as she targeted Amy's taut abs. Every landed punch was an echo of her rising determination, her fists sinking into Amy's stomach with a vengeance. Amy grunted with each impact, her previous dominance wavering under Elisha's relentless assault. "How do you like that, Acker?" Elisha taunted, her voice a triumphant clash against Amy's grunts of discomfort.
Elisha didn't let up. Her fists were like relentless pistons, pounding Amy's abs with a force that shocked even Chrissy Costanza. The audience, too, seemed taken aback by this sudden and aggressive turnaround. Yet, Chrissy stood her ground, her eyes never leaving the brutal scene unfolding on stage.
"Doesn't feel so good when you're on the receiving end, huh, Acker?" Elisha spat, her words seeming to ignite a fire within Chrissy. "Oh, Elisha, trying to play the big girl now?" Chrissy retorted, her voice sharp and biting. "You're only postponing the inevitable beating that awaits you."
While Elisha continued to deliver powerful blows to Amy's midsection, Chrissy and Amy exchanged a look. "Elisha, darling," Amy grunted, each word punctuated by Elisha's relentless punches, "Enjoy your moment. It won't last."
Their verbal duet was a fierce counterpoint to Elisha's physical assault, the words echoing around the arena with the same brutal intensity as the punches landing on Amy's abs. The stage was set for a showdown that was becoming more intense with each passing second.
Elisha then aimed an uppercut at Amy, but missed. Unfazed, she tried again, her fists swinging with ferocious intent but Amy skillfully dodged each attempt. "Trying to take my head off, Cuthbert?" Amy jeered, sidestepping another wild swing. "You'll have to do better than that!"
Despite her missed attempts, Elisha remained undeterred, focusing once more on Amy's abs. The crowd roared with every landed punch, the atmosphere electric with anticipation. Amy's abs, previously untouched, were now the prime target of Elisha's vengeful fists. "You're not so tough now, are you, Acker?" Elisha taunted, her voice laced with vindictive satisfaction.
Amy, despite being pushed back, tried to retort, "You're still a weakling, Cuthbert!" Yet, her voice lacked its usual cruel bite, her words falling flat amidst Elisha's relentless onslaught. Elisha just smirked, her fists landing with unerring precision, her dominance in this round assured. "Keep dreaming, Acker!" Elisha retorted, the bell echoing the end of the round.
Round 06:
Round Six erupted in a blaze of fury and determination. Elisha, her second wind carrying her forward, lunged at Amy with a bone-crushing haymaker to the face. Amy staggered back, her eyes widening in shock as Elisha followed up with a second haymaker, the force of the blows cutting through the air with a chilling whiplash.
"Feeling a bit shaken, Acker?" Elisha spat, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. Amy, her hand brushing off the sting of contact, gritted her teeth and retorted, "Is that all you've got, Cuthbert?"
Before she could recover, Elisha dug her fists into Amy's hard abs with a ferocity that made Chrissy Costanza gasp. The punches were relentless, each one a crushing blow to Amy's solar plexus, forcing a grunt out of her with every impact.
"Stop trying to play the hero, Acker!" Elisha hissed, her words punctuated by her fists hammering into Amy's abs in a rapid-fire succession.
"Lay off her, Cuthbert!" Chrissy shot back, her eyes flashing with anger. Elisha only laughed, her fists not slowing as she drove Amy back with her brutal assault.
"Shut up, Costanza! This has nothing to do with you!" Elisha snarled, her words echoing over the roar of the crowd. Amidst the verbal clash, her fist landed a devastating blow, sending Amy sprawling to the mat. The crowd gasped, the sight of Amy Acker on the canvas a shocking twist in the brutal saga.
Amy groaned, pushing herself up from the mat, her eyes glaring defiantly at Elisha. "That all you got, Cuthbert?" Amy taunted, ignoring the jarring pain radiating from her abs.
Elisha smirked, raising her fists. "Just getting started, Acker," she retorted, her words echoing in the sudden silence as the bell echoed the end of the round.
Round 07:
Round Seven burst into life with Amy Acker, her abs still throbbing from the previous round, charging at Elisha Cuthbert with a vengeance burning in her eyes. Acker's fists, made of pure steel, slammed into Elisha's ribs with a force that rattled the venue. The sickening crunch of bone echoed through the air, an ominous harbinger of what was to come. "Get ready for a reckoning, Cuthbert!" Amy roared, her voice a thunderous proclamation that filled the arena.
Amy followed with an uppercut that would've knocked any lesser opponent out cold. The force of her punch reverberated through Elisha's body, drawing a gasp from the crowd. Blood spattered the stage, a visceral testament to Amy's overwhelming strength. "You like that, Elisha?" Amy sneered, her words a searing insult that hung heavy in the air.
The entire time, Chrissy Costanza stood by the ringside, her support for Amy unwavering. "Break her, Amy!" Chrissy screamed, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd. "Show her what real strength is!"
Taking the cue from Chrissy's shouts, Amy focused her assault on Elisha's midsection. The punches were relentless, each one a brutal testament to Amy's unyielding strength and determination. The force of her onslaught sent Elisha crumpling to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Amy continued her brutal assault.
"Can't handle the heat, Cuthbert?" Amy taunted, her words echoing over Elisha's grunts of pain. At the same time, Chrissy joined in, her voice a harsh contrast to Elisha's suffering. "You're nothing but a wimp, Elisha!" Chrissy spat, her words laced with venomous satisfaction.
Amy, her muscles rippling with raw power, relentlessly pounded Elisha's stomach, each blow a brutal assault on her solar plexus. It was like a freight train slamming into a brick wall, the force of Amy's punches reverberating through the venue. "What's wrong, Cuthbert?" Amy sneered, her words punctuating each devastating blow. "Can't handle a little pain?"
At the ringside, Chrissy's voice cut through the crowd's roar, her taunts harsh and biting. "Look at you, Elisha, crumbling like a paper doll!" Chrissy jeered, her words searing through the charged atmosphere. "Thought you were tough, huh?"
Elisha could barely respond, each punch driving the breath from her lungs. Her abs, once taut and unyielding, were now wilting under Amy's relentless onslaught. The crowd roared with savage delight, the spectacle of Amy's dominance a sight to behold. The bell echoed the end of the round, but Amy's unyielding assault on Elisha's battered body was far from over.
The bell tolled, signaling the end of the round. Amy Acker stood victorious, her chest heaving with exertion as the crowd erupted in deafening cheers. Elisha Cuthbert was left beaten and bloodied on Chrissy's stage, a sad testament to her inferior strength. The round was Amy's, won on narrow points, a fitting end to her brutal vengeance.
Round 08:
Round Eight ignited with an intensity rivaling a supernova. Amy Acker, her muscles rippling with raw strength, crouched in a fighter's stance, her fists of steel poised to strike. With a snarl that echoed with primal savagery, she lunged at Elisha Cuthbert, her fists colliding with Elisha's face with bone-crunching force. Blood spattered on Chrissy's stage, a gruesome testament to Amy's unyielding might, as Elisha's nose crumpled under the brutal assault.
"You ready to bleed, Cuthbert?" Amy hissed, her words a chilling promise of more pain to come. Elisha could only grunt in response, her defiance wavering under Amy's relentless onslaught.
Amy shifted her attention to Elisha's stomach, her fists hammering into the vulnerable area with brutal precision. She reveled in Elisha's gasps of pain, her taunts escalating with each devastating blow. "What's the matter, Cuthbert?" Amy sneered, her fists pummeling Elisha's stomach with the force of a wrecking ball. "Can't stomach it?"
Amy Acker, her muscles pulsing with raw power, continued her onslaught, her punches landing like thunderbolts on Elisha Cuthbert's stomach. Each blow was a devastating reminder of Amy's superior strength, crushing Elisha's solar plexus with ruthless precision. Amidst the symphony of cheers and jeers from the crowd, Amy flexed her abs, a physical testament to her raw power. "Feeling weak, Cuthbert?" Amy taunted, each word punctuated by a crushing punch. Her words were barbed insults, cutting deeper than any physical blow ever could.
Elisha tried to respond, but the words were lost in a grunt of pain as Amy's fists continued their brutal assault. The crowd roared, their cheers fueling Amy's onslaught as she drove Elisha back.
And then, with a final, bone-crushing uppercut, Amy decimated any remaining defiance in Elisha. The punch was so powerful it lifted Elisha off the ground, her body crumpling in a heap seconds later. The crowd gasped, stunned into silence by the sheer brutality of Amy's victory. Elisha Cuthbert was out cold on Chrissy's stage, a pitiful end to her bold challenge. Amy Acker stood victorious, her muscles gleaming with sweat, her chest heaving with exertion. She had not just won the round. She had won the fight.
Official Decision: Amy Acker defeats Elisha Cuthbert via KO 8!
AFTER:
As the crowd roared, Amy Acker moved towards the fallen Elisha Cuthbert. With a triumphant grin, she grabbed Elisha by the hair and yanked her up, ragdolling the unconscious figure. "Look at this pitiful excuse for a fighter," Amy sneered, her words echoing across the stage.
With a contemptuous laugh, Amy flung Elisha back onto the stage. The defeated fighter's body hit the stage with a sickening thud, drawing gasps from the awestruck audience. Wasting no time, Amy followed up with a vicious kick to Elisha's stomach, her boot connecting with brutal force. "You're pathetic, Cuthbert!" she howled, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "Thought you could outmuscle me? You're not even fit to shine my boots!" With that, she landed another kick, each word punctuated by an echoing thud. The crowd roared their approval, their voices a thunderous backdrop to Amy's savage victory.
With a triumphant snarl, Amy planted her boot on Elisha's belly button, the cruel pressure making Elisha's body twitch involuntarily. A wave of victorious satisfaction washed over Amy as she twisted her foot, grinding her heel into Elisha's abs. Even in her unconscious state, Elisha's body convulsed in a reflexive jerk, a clear testament to the brutal power that Amy wielded.
"Feel that, Cuthbert?" Amy taunted, her words dripping with vicious delight. "That's what real strength feels like. That's the taste of defeat." Her laughter rang out, cold and harsh, reverberating through the silent crowd. The sight of Amy's boot twisting in Elisha's abs was a chilling testament to her victory, a spectacle of her unassailable dominance.
Suddenly, the crowd erupted again as Elyse Levesque and Krysten Ritter strode onto the stage, a predatory gleam in their eyes. They joined Amy, each taking turns to taunt the broken Elisha. "You're pathetic, Cuthbert," Elyse spat. Krysten followed suit, "You thought you were tough, huh? Pathetic."
Elyse Levesque, a cold smile playing on her lips, turned her attention to the defeated Elisha. With a malicious glint in her eyes, she stepped forward, raising her boot before bringing it crashing down onto Elisha’s stomach. The sound resonated through the silent crowd, a gut-wrenching thud that echoed the brutality of the act. Elisha’s body jerked reflexively, an involuntary response to the crushing blow.
With a cruel laugh, Elyse leaned in close, her words a venomous whisper intended for Elisha alone, "You're a sad excuse for a fighter, Cuthbert. You thought you could match us? You're not even worth the dirt on my boot." Her words were a final, crushing blow, a verbal onslaught as devastating as any physical attack. The crowd erupted in cheers, their raucous approval a testament to the savage spectacle of Elyse's dominance.
Next, the spotlight shifted onto Krysten Ritter, her eyes gleaming with a savage delight. Without wasting a moment, she stepped forward, her boots thudding ominously on the stage. She kneeled beside the fallen Elisha, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. Her clenched fist, a visual testament to her raw power, rose in the air before descending swiftly. The impact of her brutal punch on Elisha's belly resonated through the silent arena, drawing gasps from the audience as Elisha's body jerked involuntarily in response. "You're nothing more than a punching bag, Cuthbert!" Krysten spat out, each word punctuated by the cruel laughter ringing through the arena. Her words, as brutal as her punch, left no room for doubt - Elisha Cuthbert, in her attempt to challenge Amy Acker, had signed up for a humiliation far beyond her wildest nightmares.
Amy, Elyse, and Krysten continued to humiliate Elisha, their words a symphony of insults that filled the venue. Each word was a dagger, penetrating deeper into Elisha's dignity. But they weren't done. Not yet.
With a malicious glint in their eyes, Elyse and Krysten grabbed Elisha's limp body, hoisting it high in the air for the crowd to see. The cheers grew deafening as they hurled Elisha off the stage, their final act of humiliation. "Hope you enjoyed the fall, Cuthbert!" They jeered, their cruel laughter echoing long after Elisha's form had disappeared from sight.
