2. The Natasha Calis Gauntlet I
Sept 21, 2023 23:55:59 GMT -6
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Post by Queens of Absolution on Sept 21, 2023 23:55:59 GMT -6
Re:Ignite: The Natasha Calis Gauntlet I
LIVE @ Rogers Arena, Toronto, Eastern Time
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Natasha Calis:
(23, 5’8”, 132lbs, 5:0 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Emily VanCamp:
(36, 5’8”, 123lbs, 42:32 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE:
Natasha Calis, clad in a fierce ensemble, was a sight to behold. Her outfit, a black bikini bra and panties, was as dark as midnight itself, echoing her deadly intent. She wore black boxing gloves, their leather surface gleaming under the harsh ring lights, a testament to the steel behind each punch she was about to deliver. Down to her black boots, the outfit screamed lethal, just like Natasha herself.
She was a portrait of physical fitness, her body chiseled by rigorous training and honed to the peak of athletic performance. Her abs, a brickwork of muscle, were hard as a rock, primed to absorb any punch aimed at her. The sinewy muscles of her arms, radiating a raw power, were ready to strike with the force of a freight train.
From her corner of the ring, Natasha's steely gaze was fixed on Emily. There was no hint of warmth there, only a cold, intimidating glare that sent shivers down the spine. Both Canadians, but their frosty relationship could make the chilliest winter in Quebec seem balmy. It was clear as crystal: there was no love lost between them. Natasha was there to do one thing, and one thing only - break Emily in half and avenge an old score for Saraya. The air was thick with anticipation. The stage was set, and Natasha was more than ready for the face-off.
On the opposite side of the ring stood Emily VanCamp, attired in an equally intimidating outfit. A stark contrast to Natasha's black ensemble, Emily donned a white sports bra and shorts, a sly nod to the angelic façade behind which lay a fierce competitor. Her gloves matched her outfit, gleaming white under the bright lights. But make no mistake, they were just as deadly.
Emily was no stranger to the rigors of physical training. Her own body bore the marks of countless hours spent in the gym, her abs forming a tight grid of muscle, her arms toned and ready to strike. However, compared to Natasha, Emily seemed less intimidating. Natasha, taller and visibly stronger, was a daunting opponent. Emily lacked the sheer bulk of Natasha's muscular physique, her lithe frame more suited for speed and agility over raw power.
But Emily refused to be outplayed. She stared back at Natasha, her eyes hard and unyielding. She was determined to intimidate her opponent, her icy gaze returning Natasha's with equal ferocity. This was her chance to settle the score, and she was not about to back down. No matter the height or strength difference, Emily was ready to take on a challenge. Her fiery determination burned brightly, a beacon in the harsh ring lights.
Natasha took a step forward, her lips curling into a savage grin. "I hope you've said your prayers, Emily," she sneered at her adversary, her voice as cold as the Canadian winter. "Because you're going to need every bit of divine intervention you can get. You wanted revenge for Saraya? You're going to be met with defeat instead. I'm going to hammer you so hard your ancestors will feel it."
Across the ring, Emily met Natasha's taunt with a chilling laugh. "You think you're so tough, Natasha?" Emily retorted, her tones dripping with defiance. "You might be bigger, but you're not better. I'm not just going to defeat you. Every punch I land will be a reminder of the pain Saraya felt. You're going to wish you never stepped into this ring. This is the beginning of your end, Calis." The crowd roared in response, the tension between the two fighters sparking an electric atmosphere as the match drew closer to beginning.
Round 01:
Suddenly, the crowd fell hushed as the bell chimed, signaling the commencement of round one. Emily, her face set in an expression of sheer determination, sprang into action. She moved like a lightning bolt, her lithe frame an advantage as she darted towards Natasha.
With surprising agility, Emily dodged Natasha's first swing, her gloved hand swiping through thin air. Before Natasha could recover, Emily had already planted a sharp jab into Natasha's abs. The unexpected force sent a ripple through Natasha's chiseled abdominal muscles, catching her off guard. The crowd gasped collectively, shared disbelief spreading on their faces.
Emily wasn't done yet. She moved swiftly, her white gloves a blur as she barraged Natasha with a series of fast punches, targeting Natasha's abs and solar plexus. Each hit landed with a force that made Natasha reel, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Is that all you got, Calis?" Emily taunted, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Natasha just grunted in response, her face a mask of surprise and pain. Emily's relentless attack had her staggering back, the sheer ferocity of Emily's assault catching her unprepared.
Emily was relentless. She continued her assault, delivering an uppercut that connected with Natasha's jaw. Natasha's head jerked back, her teeth snapping together with the impact. The crowd roared, the sound deafening in the intense atmosphere of the arena.
Natasha tried to retaliate, her gloved fist cutting through the air. But Emily was faster, her slim frame slipping under Natasha's punch. With a swift movement, Emily landed another jab into Natasha's ribs. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Natasha stumbled back, her face contorting in pain.
If there was any doubt about Emily's capability in the lightweight division, it was dispelled at that moment. Emily was proving herself to be a force to be reckoned with. The crowd watched in awe as she danced around Natasha, her white outfit gleaming under the lights, her gloves moving like a master pianist playing a deadly symphony.
Emily was relentless. "What's the matter, Calis?" she sneered, "Can't handle a few punches?" Natasha could only respond by gritting her teeth, her knuckles white as she gripped her gloves tighter.
With every hit that Emily landed, Natasha's confidence seemed to dwindle. She was supposed to be a formidable force, her strength matching that of steel. Yet, Emily was tearing through her defenses as if they were paper, her white gloves moving with a speed and precision that was breathtaking.
Emily was a whirlwind, her every movement a testament to her training and determination. She was out for blood, and Natasha was her target. Her gloves were unrelenting, as she continued to hound Natasha. The once formidable Natasha was reduced to a defensive stance, her black gloves raised in a useless attempt to block Emily's hits.
Natasha took another hit, this time to her face. Emily's punch landed with a thud, sending Natasha's head snapping back. Natasha's eyes were wide, her surprise evident. She staggered back, her bloodied lip standing out starkly against her pale face. She looked up, meeting Emily's icy gaze.
Emily just smirked, her eyes glittering with the thrill of the fight. "You're not so tough now, are you?" She spat a hint of contempt in her voice. Emily's round was ending, but it was clear that she had made her point. The bell chimed, signaling the end of the first round. Emily, unscathed and victorious, raised her hands, the crowd erupting into cheers.
The announcers were just as shocked as everyone else. Their commentary echoed in the vast arena, reflecting the disbelief in their voices. "What an unprecedented turn of events! Emily VanCamp has truly proven herself. Natasha Calis has got her work cut out for her in the next round!" One could only imagine what round two held.
Round 02:
The bell chimed, signalling the start of round two. Emily, confident after her first-round success, sprung into action, her white gloves leading her attack. But this time, Natasha was ready. With a swift block, she stopped Emily's punch in its tracks, a determined glint in her eyes. The crowd gasped, their eyes darting between the two fighters.
With surprising agility, Natasha sidestepped Emily's next assault, her gloved hand just grazing the air where Natasha once stood. Emily's surprise was evident in her wide eyes, but she had no time to recover as Natasha launched her offensive. A right hook landed on Emily's side. The impact had Emily staggering back, her eyes flickering with shock.
Emily struggled to regain her footing, her breath coming out in short gasps. But Natasha was unrelenting. She moved like a shadow, her punches coming from all directions. Emily tried to block, but Natasha's physical fitness gave her an edge. Her punches were swifter, her movements more graceful.
Emily attempted to retaliate, but her punches lacked the biting force of the first round. She was slower, her movements more labored. Natasha capitalized on this, her gloved fist landing a heavy blow on Emily's solar plexus. Emily gasped, doubling over. The crowd erupted in cheers, the energy in the arena palpable.
With merciless precision, Natasha launched a barrage of hooks and jabs, each one landing with a force that drove Emily back. Emily was a formidable competitor, but it was clear that Natasha's superior fitness was giving her an advantage. Emily's blocks were slower, her punches lacking the sharpness from before.
Natasha's confidence grew with each successful hit. She darted around the ring, her every move a testament to her strength and agility. It was as if she had been saving her energy for this moment, each punch delivered with a force that left Emily reeling.
Emily tried to fight back, her gloves swinging in desperation. But each punch was effortlessly blocked by Natasha, each counterattack met with a devastating blow. The crowd watched in awe as Natasha danced around Emily, her powerful punches landing with precise accuracy.
Emily was visibly weakening, the harsh impact of each punch taking its toll. With every hit, it was becoming more apparent that Natasha wasn't just fighting; she was dominating. The crowd roared in approval as Natasha landed another powerful uppercut, sending Emily stumbling back.
The announcers were practically yelling into their microphones, their voices echoing in the vast arena. "This is unbelievable! Natasha Calis is not just fighting back, she's dominating! Emily VanCamp doesn't stand a chance!" Their excitement was evident, their voices reflecting the surprise and awe of the crowd.
As the round drew to a close, Natasha continued her relentless attack. Emily was visibly staggering, her blocks barely holding up against Natasha's forceful punches. Natasha, on the other hand, was unstoppable. She was a force of nature, her every punch a testament to the relentless training that had turned her into a formidable fighter.
Emily tried to land a final punch as the bell chimed, but Natasha easily sidestepped, landing a final blow that sent Emily sprawling. The crowd roared, their cheers echoing across the arena as Natasha raised her gloves in victory. The round had ended, and it was clear who the victor was.
The shock amongst the announcers was stunning. "What a comeback! Natasha Calis has proven herself in this round! She was relentless, her punches landing with a force that Emily VanCamp simply couldn't match! We can't wait to see what happens in the next round!" The anticipation was high as the crowd waited for round three.
Emily slowly picked herself up, her eyes meeting Natasha's steely gaze. Natasha simply smirked, her confidence clearly restored. Round three was about to begin, and Natasha was ready. She had proven her point. She was a force to be reckoned with, and Emily would do well to remember that.
Round 03:
As the bell chimed for round three, the tension in the air was palpable. Natasha, still smirking, raised her gloves, ready for whatever Emily had in store. Emily, her strength replenished, eyed Natasha with new determination. The crowd held its breath as Emily launched her offensive, her gloves cutting through the air with newfound vigor.
Natasha skillfully blocked Emily's first punch, her eyes never leaving Emily's. Emily retaliated with a swift jab, catching Natasha off guard. But Natasha quickly regained her footing, her gloved hand deflecting Emily's next punch. The crowd watched in rapt attention as the two fighters exchanged blows, each one trying to gain the upper hand.
Their movements were like a well-choreographed dance, each punch met with a swift block, each jab countered with a powerful hook. Their bodies were close now, their gloves almost touching as they engaged in a moment of strength contest. The crowd watched in awe as Natasha and Emily locked eyes, each one refusing to back down.
It was a test of strength and endurance, a tug-of-war between two formidable opponents. Natasha, with her superior physical fitness, had the upper hand. But Emily was not to be underestimated. Her determination was evident in her eyes, her muscles straining as she fought to hold Natasha's power at bay.
Their gloves were locked in a fierce struggle, each one trying to overpower the other. The crowd watched in silence as Natasha and Emily grappled, their bodies tense with exertion. The tension was palpable, the crowd holding its breath as they awaited the outcome.
With a sudden burst of strength, Natasha broke free, her gloved fist landing a punch on Emily's side. Emily staggered back, gasping for breath. But she was quick to recover, launching a counterattack that Natasha narrowly blocked.
The round wore on, each fighter giving as good as they got. Emily was putting up a good fight, her punches landing with a force that had the crowd cheering. But Natasha was relentless. Her punches were powered by her determination, each hit landing with a force that had Emily reeling.
The announcers were on the edge of their seats, their voices echoing in the vast arena. "This is unprecedented! Emily VanCamp is putting up one hell of a fight, but Natasha Calis is not backing down! This is going to be a close one!" Their excitement was evident in their voices, their commentary reflecting the intensity of the match.
As the round drew to a close, Natasha landed a final punch that had Emily stumbling back. The bell chimed, signaling the end of the round. Natasha, victorious once again, raised her gloves, her eyes glinting with triumph. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices echoing across the arena.
The announcers were in awe of Natasha's performance. "What a round! Natasha Calis has proven herself once again! But Emily VanCamp wasn't going down without a fight. This was a close one, folks!" Their voices echoed in the arena, reflecting the anticipation and excitement of the crowd.
As the fighters returned to their corners, Natasha's smirk returned. She had won the round, but it had been a close one. Emily, her determination undeterred, glared back at Natasha. Round five was about to begin, and both fighters were ready. They knew that this was far from over. They had proven their strength, and now, they would prove their endurance.
Round 04:
The bell chimed for round four, and it was a shocker from the get-go. Natasha and Emily, gloves interlocked and bodies pressed against each other, initiated a close-range test of strength. Emily, wanting to prove she was far from beaten, held her ground against Natasha's forceful advances. The strain in her muscles was visible as Natasha continued to push in, testing Emily's resolve.
In a surprising turn of events, Emily broke the grapple, launching a full-scale attack that caught Natasha completely off-guard. Emily channeled all her force into a flurry of punches, each hit packing more power than the last. Natasha, caught in the onslaught, struggled to regain her footing.
Emily was unstoppable, her gloves landing one punch after another. The crowd roared, taken aback by Emily's sudden burst of aggression. Natasha, on the backfoot, struggled to defend against Emily's relentless attack, her previous confidence shaken.
Emily continued to press her advantage, her punches landing with a force that had Natasha reeling. With every hit, Emily scored more points, asserting her dominance in this round. Natasha tried to fight back, but Emily's determination and strength were undeniable.
The round ended with Emily landing a final, powerful punch that sent Natasha staggering back. The bell chimed, signaling the end of a round entirely dominated by Emily. The crowd erupted in cheers as Emily raised her gloves in victory.
The announcers were stunned. "What a round for Emily VanCamp! She has turned the tables on Natasha Calis, taking her by surprise and dominating the entire round! This was a fight we didn't see coming, folks!" Their voices echoed around the arena, matching the excitement and surprise of the crowd.
As the fighters returned to their corners, Emily's triumph was tangible. She had won the round by a wide margin, reclaiming her stance in this match. Natasha, in contrast, seemed shaken and off-balance. The tide was turning in this epic boxing match with one round swinging the momentum towards Emily.
Round 05:
The fifth round kicked off with an air of tense anticipation. Emily, fresh off her recent victory, wasted no time in initiating the first assault. Natasha, despite having taken a beating in the last round, squared up, her eyes filled with fierce determination. The crowd held their breath as Emily advanced, but Natasha was ready. She parried Emily's punch and retaliated with a swift jab of her own, catching Emily off guard.
Emily staggered back, momentarily stunned. The crowd roared, sensing a shift in momentum. Natasha, spurred on by the cheers, pressed her advantage, landing a series of quick punches to Emily's ribs. Emily, however, was quick to recover. She blocked Natasha's next punch and countered with a powerful right hook, catching Natasha by surprise.
The round continued in this back-and-forth pattern, with Natasha seemingly finding her groove again. Each punch she landed was met with a cheer from the crowd, each dodge met with a collective gasp. Emily, however, was not to be outdone. She matched Natasha punch for punch, her determination shining through with each hit she took.
As the round drew to a close, Natasha landed a powerful punch to Emily's side, causing her to stumble back. The crowd went wild, but Emily quickly regained her footing and retaliated with a powerful uppercut, catching Natasha off guard. The bell chimed, signaling the end of the round.
Emily, having narrowly won the round, raised her gloves in victory. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices filling the arena. Natasha, on the other hand, stood tall. Despite the loss, she had regained her confidence. She was ready for the next round, ready to turn the tide in her favor. As she returned to her corner, a smirk played on her lips. She knew that the match was far from over.
Round 06:
The sixth round began, and the tension was palpable. Natasha and Emily squared off, their bodies pressing against each other as they interlocked arms. Emily managed to block a couple of Natasha's punches, pushing both of them into a grueling test of strength. Natasha, however, seemed to have an infinite reservoir of power. She bore down on Emily, her strength only increasing as Emily struggled to keep her at bay.
Their bodies wrestled, each womans' muscles strained, beads of sweat trickling down their faces. This was a test of raw power, endurance, sheer will. Natasha, her face grimacing with exertion, pushed harder. Emily, despite her best efforts, was losing ground. The crowd watched in stunned silence, the tension in the arena so thick it could be cut with a knife.
Suddenly, Natasha broke free from the grapple. She landed a devastating punch on Emily's solar plexus, sending her sprawling to the ground. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices echoing around the stadium. Emily tried to get up, but was unable to. The referee began his count, "One... Two... Three..."
The announcers were stunned. "What a punch from Natasha Calis! Emily VanCamp is down, and she's not getting up! Natasha Calis is showing incredible strength here, folks!" The crowd echoed their sentiment, their cheers filling the arena as the referee continued his count.
"Four... Five... Six..." Emily was still on the ground, her body refusing to respond. Natasha stood tall, her eyes fixed on Emily. She knew she had won. She had avenged Saraya, and she had shown Emily that she was not to be messed with. Natasha's heart pounded in her chest, her adrenaline pumping. This was her victory.
"Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!" The referee signaled the end of the match. Natasha Calis had won. Emily VanCamp was unable to get up. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices echoing around the stadium. The announcers were in awe, their voices reflecting the excitement and shock of the crowd.
"What a match! Natasha Calis has proven herself once again! Emily VanCamp gave it her all, but it wasn't enough. Natasha Calis is truly a force to be reckoned with!" Their voices echoed around the arena, matching the excitement of the crowd.
As Natasha raised her gloves in victory, the crowd erupted in cheers. This was her moment, her victory. She had proven her strength, her endurance, her will to win. And she had done it all while sending a message to Kylie Jenner that there were repercussions for going after Saraya.
Official Decision: Natasha Calis defeats Emily VanCamp via KO 6!
AFTER:
As the dust settled and the cheers rang out, Natasha Calis, the new queen of the ring, ensured that her victory would be seared into not just Emily's memory, but into the minds of everyone present at the stadium. With a ruthlessness that seemed born from her training with Saraya, she stopped the medics from entering the ring, her cold eyes sending a clear message: this was not over.
Slowly, with the predatory grace of a panther, Natasha approached the fallen Emily. Grabbing her by the hair, she hoisted her up and dragged her around the ring like a rag doll, to the shock and awe of all spectators. Emily's whimper of pain was drowned out by the roar of the crowd and the booming voice of the commentators, who watched in disbelief as Natasha continued her torment.
With a sinister glint in her eyes, Natasha yanked Emily's hair, forcing her to look up. The crowd fell silent as Natasha spoke her chilling words, "Remember this." The threat hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the power dynamic that had been firmly established.
Then, with the fluidity of a seasoned athlete, Natasha began to put Emily in the Paige Tap Out. Every move she made was precise, calculated. She maneuvered Emily's body into position, her muscular arms locking around Emily's torso while her legs constricted Emily's, effectively immobilizing her. Emily's face turned a shade of red as Natasha applied pressure, her powerful arms flexing as she continued to tighten her hold.
Despite the pain shooting through her body, Emily refused to tap or scream. But Natasha was relentless, seemingly drawing from an endless well of strength. She kept the pressure, her athletic body maintaining the hold with ease while Emily's resistance began to wane.
After a grueling minute and a half, Emily could no longer endure the agony. Her hand tapped out a desperate plea for release. Still, Natasha seemed oblivious to the tapping, her focus solely on prolonging Emily's torment. Only when Emily's screams filled the air did Natasha finally relent, unlocking her hold and releasing a battered and broken Emily.
As medics rushed to Emily's side, Natasha stood tall. Her victory was unquestionable, her dominance irrefutable. She had sent a clear message: anyone who dared cross her would share Emily's fate. With one last taunt thrown in Emily’s direction, Natasha returned to her corner, leaving behind a ring filled with the echoes of her triumph.
LIVE @ Rogers Arena, Toronto, Eastern Time
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Natasha Calis:
(23, 5’8”, 132lbs, 5:0 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Emily VanCamp:
(36, 5’8”, 123lbs, 42:32 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)
BEFORE:
Natasha Calis, clad in a fierce ensemble, was a sight to behold. Her outfit, a black bikini bra and panties, was as dark as midnight itself, echoing her deadly intent. She wore black boxing gloves, their leather surface gleaming under the harsh ring lights, a testament to the steel behind each punch she was about to deliver. Down to her black boots, the outfit screamed lethal, just like Natasha herself.
She was a portrait of physical fitness, her body chiseled by rigorous training and honed to the peak of athletic performance. Her abs, a brickwork of muscle, were hard as a rock, primed to absorb any punch aimed at her. The sinewy muscles of her arms, radiating a raw power, were ready to strike with the force of a freight train.
From her corner of the ring, Natasha's steely gaze was fixed on Emily. There was no hint of warmth there, only a cold, intimidating glare that sent shivers down the spine. Both Canadians, but their frosty relationship could make the chilliest winter in Quebec seem balmy. It was clear as crystal: there was no love lost between them. Natasha was there to do one thing, and one thing only - break Emily in half and avenge an old score for Saraya. The air was thick with anticipation. The stage was set, and Natasha was more than ready for the face-off.
On the opposite side of the ring stood Emily VanCamp, attired in an equally intimidating outfit. A stark contrast to Natasha's black ensemble, Emily donned a white sports bra and shorts, a sly nod to the angelic façade behind which lay a fierce competitor. Her gloves matched her outfit, gleaming white under the bright lights. But make no mistake, they were just as deadly.
Emily was no stranger to the rigors of physical training. Her own body bore the marks of countless hours spent in the gym, her abs forming a tight grid of muscle, her arms toned and ready to strike. However, compared to Natasha, Emily seemed less intimidating. Natasha, taller and visibly stronger, was a daunting opponent. Emily lacked the sheer bulk of Natasha's muscular physique, her lithe frame more suited for speed and agility over raw power.
But Emily refused to be outplayed. She stared back at Natasha, her eyes hard and unyielding. She was determined to intimidate her opponent, her icy gaze returning Natasha's with equal ferocity. This was her chance to settle the score, and she was not about to back down. No matter the height or strength difference, Emily was ready to take on a challenge. Her fiery determination burned brightly, a beacon in the harsh ring lights.
Natasha took a step forward, her lips curling into a savage grin. "I hope you've said your prayers, Emily," she sneered at her adversary, her voice as cold as the Canadian winter. "Because you're going to need every bit of divine intervention you can get. You wanted revenge for Saraya? You're going to be met with defeat instead. I'm going to hammer you so hard your ancestors will feel it."
Across the ring, Emily met Natasha's taunt with a chilling laugh. "You think you're so tough, Natasha?" Emily retorted, her tones dripping with defiance. "You might be bigger, but you're not better. I'm not just going to defeat you. Every punch I land will be a reminder of the pain Saraya felt. You're going to wish you never stepped into this ring. This is the beginning of your end, Calis." The crowd roared in response, the tension between the two fighters sparking an electric atmosphere as the match drew closer to beginning.
Round 01:
Suddenly, the crowd fell hushed as the bell chimed, signaling the commencement of round one. Emily, her face set in an expression of sheer determination, sprang into action. She moved like a lightning bolt, her lithe frame an advantage as she darted towards Natasha.
With surprising agility, Emily dodged Natasha's first swing, her gloved hand swiping through thin air. Before Natasha could recover, Emily had already planted a sharp jab into Natasha's abs. The unexpected force sent a ripple through Natasha's chiseled abdominal muscles, catching her off guard. The crowd gasped collectively, shared disbelief spreading on their faces.
Emily wasn't done yet. She moved swiftly, her white gloves a blur as she barraged Natasha with a series of fast punches, targeting Natasha's abs and solar plexus. Each hit landed with a force that made Natasha reel, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Is that all you got, Calis?" Emily taunted, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Natasha just grunted in response, her face a mask of surprise and pain. Emily's relentless attack had her staggering back, the sheer ferocity of Emily's assault catching her unprepared.
Emily was relentless. She continued her assault, delivering an uppercut that connected with Natasha's jaw. Natasha's head jerked back, her teeth snapping together with the impact. The crowd roared, the sound deafening in the intense atmosphere of the arena.
Natasha tried to retaliate, her gloved fist cutting through the air. But Emily was faster, her slim frame slipping under Natasha's punch. With a swift movement, Emily landed another jab into Natasha's ribs. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Natasha stumbled back, her face contorting in pain.
If there was any doubt about Emily's capability in the lightweight division, it was dispelled at that moment. Emily was proving herself to be a force to be reckoned with. The crowd watched in awe as she danced around Natasha, her white outfit gleaming under the lights, her gloves moving like a master pianist playing a deadly symphony.
Emily was relentless. "What's the matter, Calis?" she sneered, "Can't handle a few punches?" Natasha could only respond by gritting her teeth, her knuckles white as she gripped her gloves tighter.
With every hit that Emily landed, Natasha's confidence seemed to dwindle. She was supposed to be a formidable force, her strength matching that of steel. Yet, Emily was tearing through her defenses as if they were paper, her white gloves moving with a speed and precision that was breathtaking.
Emily was a whirlwind, her every movement a testament to her training and determination. She was out for blood, and Natasha was her target. Her gloves were unrelenting, as she continued to hound Natasha. The once formidable Natasha was reduced to a defensive stance, her black gloves raised in a useless attempt to block Emily's hits.
Natasha took another hit, this time to her face. Emily's punch landed with a thud, sending Natasha's head snapping back. Natasha's eyes were wide, her surprise evident. She staggered back, her bloodied lip standing out starkly against her pale face. She looked up, meeting Emily's icy gaze.
Emily just smirked, her eyes glittering with the thrill of the fight. "You're not so tough now, are you?" She spat a hint of contempt in her voice. Emily's round was ending, but it was clear that she had made her point. The bell chimed, signaling the end of the first round. Emily, unscathed and victorious, raised her hands, the crowd erupting into cheers.
The announcers were just as shocked as everyone else. Their commentary echoed in the vast arena, reflecting the disbelief in their voices. "What an unprecedented turn of events! Emily VanCamp has truly proven herself. Natasha Calis has got her work cut out for her in the next round!" One could only imagine what round two held.
Round 02:
The bell chimed, signalling the start of round two. Emily, confident after her first-round success, sprung into action, her white gloves leading her attack. But this time, Natasha was ready. With a swift block, she stopped Emily's punch in its tracks, a determined glint in her eyes. The crowd gasped, their eyes darting between the two fighters.
With surprising agility, Natasha sidestepped Emily's next assault, her gloved hand just grazing the air where Natasha once stood. Emily's surprise was evident in her wide eyes, but she had no time to recover as Natasha launched her offensive. A right hook landed on Emily's side. The impact had Emily staggering back, her eyes flickering with shock.
Emily struggled to regain her footing, her breath coming out in short gasps. But Natasha was unrelenting. She moved like a shadow, her punches coming from all directions. Emily tried to block, but Natasha's physical fitness gave her an edge. Her punches were swifter, her movements more graceful.
Emily attempted to retaliate, but her punches lacked the biting force of the first round. She was slower, her movements more labored. Natasha capitalized on this, her gloved fist landing a heavy blow on Emily's solar plexus. Emily gasped, doubling over. The crowd erupted in cheers, the energy in the arena palpable.
With merciless precision, Natasha launched a barrage of hooks and jabs, each one landing with a force that drove Emily back. Emily was a formidable competitor, but it was clear that Natasha's superior fitness was giving her an advantage. Emily's blocks were slower, her punches lacking the sharpness from before.
Natasha's confidence grew with each successful hit. She darted around the ring, her every move a testament to her strength and agility. It was as if she had been saving her energy for this moment, each punch delivered with a force that left Emily reeling.
Emily tried to fight back, her gloves swinging in desperation. But each punch was effortlessly blocked by Natasha, each counterattack met with a devastating blow. The crowd watched in awe as Natasha danced around Emily, her powerful punches landing with precise accuracy.
Emily was visibly weakening, the harsh impact of each punch taking its toll. With every hit, it was becoming more apparent that Natasha wasn't just fighting; she was dominating. The crowd roared in approval as Natasha landed another powerful uppercut, sending Emily stumbling back.
The announcers were practically yelling into their microphones, their voices echoing in the vast arena. "This is unbelievable! Natasha Calis is not just fighting back, she's dominating! Emily VanCamp doesn't stand a chance!" Their excitement was evident, their voices reflecting the surprise and awe of the crowd.
As the round drew to a close, Natasha continued her relentless attack. Emily was visibly staggering, her blocks barely holding up against Natasha's forceful punches. Natasha, on the other hand, was unstoppable. She was a force of nature, her every punch a testament to the relentless training that had turned her into a formidable fighter.
Emily tried to land a final punch as the bell chimed, but Natasha easily sidestepped, landing a final blow that sent Emily sprawling. The crowd roared, their cheers echoing across the arena as Natasha raised her gloves in victory. The round had ended, and it was clear who the victor was.
The shock amongst the announcers was stunning. "What a comeback! Natasha Calis has proven herself in this round! She was relentless, her punches landing with a force that Emily VanCamp simply couldn't match! We can't wait to see what happens in the next round!" The anticipation was high as the crowd waited for round three.
Emily slowly picked herself up, her eyes meeting Natasha's steely gaze. Natasha simply smirked, her confidence clearly restored. Round three was about to begin, and Natasha was ready. She had proven her point. She was a force to be reckoned with, and Emily would do well to remember that.
Round 03:
As the bell chimed for round three, the tension in the air was palpable. Natasha, still smirking, raised her gloves, ready for whatever Emily had in store. Emily, her strength replenished, eyed Natasha with new determination. The crowd held its breath as Emily launched her offensive, her gloves cutting through the air with newfound vigor.
Natasha skillfully blocked Emily's first punch, her eyes never leaving Emily's. Emily retaliated with a swift jab, catching Natasha off guard. But Natasha quickly regained her footing, her gloved hand deflecting Emily's next punch. The crowd watched in rapt attention as the two fighters exchanged blows, each one trying to gain the upper hand.
Their movements were like a well-choreographed dance, each punch met with a swift block, each jab countered with a powerful hook. Their bodies were close now, their gloves almost touching as they engaged in a moment of strength contest. The crowd watched in awe as Natasha and Emily locked eyes, each one refusing to back down.
It was a test of strength and endurance, a tug-of-war between two formidable opponents. Natasha, with her superior physical fitness, had the upper hand. But Emily was not to be underestimated. Her determination was evident in her eyes, her muscles straining as she fought to hold Natasha's power at bay.
Their gloves were locked in a fierce struggle, each one trying to overpower the other. The crowd watched in silence as Natasha and Emily grappled, their bodies tense with exertion. The tension was palpable, the crowd holding its breath as they awaited the outcome.
With a sudden burst of strength, Natasha broke free, her gloved fist landing a punch on Emily's side. Emily staggered back, gasping for breath. But she was quick to recover, launching a counterattack that Natasha narrowly blocked.
The round wore on, each fighter giving as good as they got. Emily was putting up a good fight, her punches landing with a force that had the crowd cheering. But Natasha was relentless. Her punches were powered by her determination, each hit landing with a force that had Emily reeling.
The announcers were on the edge of their seats, their voices echoing in the vast arena. "This is unprecedented! Emily VanCamp is putting up one hell of a fight, but Natasha Calis is not backing down! This is going to be a close one!" Their excitement was evident in their voices, their commentary reflecting the intensity of the match.
As the round drew to a close, Natasha landed a final punch that had Emily stumbling back. The bell chimed, signaling the end of the round. Natasha, victorious once again, raised her gloves, her eyes glinting with triumph. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices echoing across the arena.
The announcers were in awe of Natasha's performance. "What a round! Natasha Calis has proven herself once again! But Emily VanCamp wasn't going down without a fight. This was a close one, folks!" Their voices echoed in the arena, reflecting the anticipation and excitement of the crowd.
As the fighters returned to their corners, Natasha's smirk returned. She had won the round, but it had been a close one. Emily, her determination undeterred, glared back at Natasha. Round five was about to begin, and both fighters were ready. They knew that this was far from over. They had proven their strength, and now, they would prove their endurance.
Round 04:
The bell chimed for round four, and it was a shocker from the get-go. Natasha and Emily, gloves interlocked and bodies pressed against each other, initiated a close-range test of strength. Emily, wanting to prove she was far from beaten, held her ground against Natasha's forceful advances. The strain in her muscles was visible as Natasha continued to push in, testing Emily's resolve.
In a surprising turn of events, Emily broke the grapple, launching a full-scale attack that caught Natasha completely off-guard. Emily channeled all her force into a flurry of punches, each hit packing more power than the last. Natasha, caught in the onslaught, struggled to regain her footing.
Emily was unstoppable, her gloves landing one punch after another. The crowd roared, taken aback by Emily's sudden burst of aggression. Natasha, on the backfoot, struggled to defend against Emily's relentless attack, her previous confidence shaken.
Emily continued to press her advantage, her punches landing with a force that had Natasha reeling. With every hit, Emily scored more points, asserting her dominance in this round. Natasha tried to fight back, but Emily's determination and strength were undeniable.
The round ended with Emily landing a final, powerful punch that sent Natasha staggering back. The bell chimed, signaling the end of a round entirely dominated by Emily. The crowd erupted in cheers as Emily raised her gloves in victory.
The announcers were stunned. "What a round for Emily VanCamp! She has turned the tables on Natasha Calis, taking her by surprise and dominating the entire round! This was a fight we didn't see coming, folks!" Their voices echoed around the arena, matching the excitement and surprise of the crowd.
As the fighters returned to their corners, Emily's triumph was tangible. She had won the round by a wide margin, reclaiming her stance in this match. Natasha, in contrast, seemed shaken and off-balance. The tide was turning in this epic boxing match with one round swinging the momentum towards Emily.
Round 05:
The fifth round kicked off with an air of tense anticipation. Emily, fresh off her recent victory, wasted no time in initiating the first assault. Natasha, despite having taken a beating in the last round, squared up, her eyes filled with fierce determination. The crowd held their breath as Emily advanced, but Natasha was ready. She parried Emily's punch and retaliated with a swift jab of her own, catching Emily off guard.
Emily staggered back, momentarily stunned. The crowd roared, sensing a shift in momentum. Natasha, spurred on by the cheers, pressed her advantage, landing a series of quick punches to Emily's ribs. Emily, however, was quick to recover. She blocked Natasha's next punch and countered with a powerful right hook, catching Natasha by surprise.
The round continued in this back-and-forth pattern, with Natasha seemingly finding her groove again. Each punch she landed was met with a cheer from the crowd, each dodge met with a collective gasp. Emily, however, was not to be outdone. She matched Natasha punch for punch, her determination shining through with each hit she took.
As the round drew to a close, Natasha landed a powerful punch to Emily's side, causing her to stumble back. The crowd went wild, but Emily quickly regained her footing and retaliated with a powerful uppercut, catching Natasha off guard. The bell chimed, signaling the end of the round.
Emily, having narrowly won the round, raised her gloves in victory. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices filling the arena. Natasha, on the other hand, stood tall. Despite the loss, she had regained her confidence. She was ready for the next round, ready to turn the tide in her favor. As she returned to her corner, a smirk played on her lips. She knew that the match was far from over.
Round 06:
The sixth round began, and the tension was palpable. Natasha and Emily squared off, their bodies pressing against each other as they interlocked arms. Emily managed to block a couple of Natasha's punches, pushing both of them into a grueling test of strength. Natasha, however, seemed to have an infinite reservoir of power. She bore down on Emily, her strength only increasing as Emily struggled to keep her at bay.
Their bodies wrestled, each womans' muscles strained, beads of sweat trickling down their faces. This was a test of raw power, endurance, sheer will. Natasha, her face grimacing with exertion, pushed harder. Emily, despite her best efforts, was losing ground. The crowd watched in stunned silence, the tension in the arena so thick it could be cut with a knife.
Suddenly, Natasha broke free from the grapple. She landed a devastating punch on Emily's solar plexus, sending her sprawling to the ground. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices echoing around the stadium. Emily tried to get up, but was unable to. The referee began his count, "One... Two... Three..."
The announcers were stunned. "What a punch from Natasha Calis! Emily VanCamp is down, and she's not getting up! Natasha Calis is showing incredible strength here, folks!" The crowd echoed their sentiment, their cheers filling the arena as the referee continued his count.
"Four... Five... Six..." Emily was still on the ground, her body refusing to respond. Natasha stood tall, her eyes fixed on Emily. She knew she had won. She had avenged Saraya, and she had shown Emily that she was not to be messed with. Natasha's heart pounded in her chest, her adrenaline pumping. This was her victory.
"Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!" The referee signaled the end of the match. Natasha Calis had won. Emily VanCamp was unable to get up. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices echoing around the stadium. The announcers were in awe, their voices reflecting the excitement and shock of the crowd.
"What a match! Natasha Calis has proven herself once again! Emily VanCamp gave it her all, but it wasn't enough. Natasha Calis is truly a force to be reckoned with!" Their voices echoed around the arena, matching the excitement of the crowd.
As Natasha raised her gloves in victory, the crowd erupted in cheers. This was her moment, her victory. She had proven her strength, her endurance, her will to win. And she had done it all while sending a message to Kylie Jenner that there were repercussions for going after Saraya.
Official Decision: Natasha Calis defeats Emily VanCamp via KO 6!
AFTER:
As the dust settled and the cheers rang out, Natasha Calis, the new queen of the ring, ensured that her victory would be seared into not just Emily's memory, but into the minds of everyone present at the stadium. With a ruthlessness that seemed born from her training with Saraya, she stopped the medics from entering the ring, her cold eyes sending a clear message: this was not over.
Slowly, with the predatory grace of a panther, Natasha approached the fallen Emily. Grabbing her by the hair, she hoisted her up and dragged her around the ring like a rag doll, to the shock and awe of all spectators. Emily's whimper of pain was drowned out by the roar of the crowd and the booming voice of the commentators, who watched in disbelief as Natasha continued her torment.
With a sinister glint in her eyes, Natasha yanked Emily's hair, forcing her to look up. The crowd fell silent as Natasha spoke her chilling words, "Remember this." The threat hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the power dynamic that had been firmly established.
Then, with the fluidity of a seasoned athlete, Natasha began to put Emily in the Paige Tap Out. Every move she made was precise, calculated. She maneuvered Emily's body into position, her muscular arms locking around Emily's torso while her legs constricted Emily's, effectively immobilizing her. Emily's face turned a shade of red as Natasha applied pressure, her powerful arms flexing as she continued to tighten her hold.
Despite the pain shooting through her body, Emily refused to tap or scream. But Natasha was relentless, seemingly drawing from an endless well of strength. She kept the pressure, her athletic body maintaining the hold with ease while Emily's resistance began to wane.
After a grueling minute and a half, Emily could no longer endure the agony. Her hand tapped out a desperate plea for release. Still, Natasha seemed oblivious to the tapping, her focus solely on prolonging Emily's torment. Only when Emily's screams filled the air did Natasha finally relent, unlocking her hold and releasing a battered and broken Emily.
As medics rushed to Emily's side, Natasha stood tall. Her victory was unquestionable, her dominance irrefutable. She had sent a clear message: anyone who dared cross her would share Emily's fate. With one last taunt thrown in Emily’s direction, Natasha returned to her corner, leaving behind a ring filled with the echoes of her triumph.