10. Elyse Levesque vs Cassidy Freeman
Nov 22, 2023 2:06:25 GMT -6
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Post by Queens of Absolution on Nov 22, 2023 2:06:25 GMT -6
Queens Anniversary: Elyse Levesque vs Cassidy Freeman
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Elyse Levesque:
(37, 5’10”, 126lbs, 3:0 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Cassidy Freeman:
(41, 5’8”, 126lbs, 34:30:1 FCBA, Lioness Club of America)
BEFORE:
Elyse Levesque stood confidently in the center of the boxing ring, her presence commanding attention. Like a goddess of war, her porcelain skin radiated a subtle glow under the bright lights of the Kia Forum. With each movement, her well-defined muscles flexed and rippled, showcasing the sheer power she possessed.
Dressed in a vibrant pink sports bra and sleek black panties, Elyse's long and lean torso was proudly showcased, a testament to her relentless dedication and unwavering discipline. Her perfectly sculpted abs, meticulously chiseled through countless hours of sweat and determination, were nothing short of artwork. Each muscle fiber stood out, showcasing the strength that lay within.
Completing her ensemble, Elyse wore black boots that hugged her feet, adding a touch of danger to her already fierce appearance. The contrast between the feminine pink boxing gloves she wore and the intense force they represented was striking. They were lethal extensions of her arms, poised to deliver devastating blows to any opponent who dared to challenge her.
As she stood there, Elyse was a captivating figure of both seductive allure and intimidating power. Her mesmerizing presence seemed to ignite the air around her, filling it with a palpable energy. It was evident that this was no ordinary match; it was a true battlefield, and Elyse was ready to conquer whatever stood in her way.
Cassidy Freeman, the indomitable challenger, held her ground on the opposite side of the ring. She was a vision in blue, her attire mirroring the icy resolve in her eyes. Her bra and panties, a striking cobalt blue, seemed to shimmer under the harsh ring lights, drawing attention to the toned figure she had honed through grueling hours of training. Her abs, though not as pronounced as Elyse's, still held strong promise of a formidable opponent.
Her boxing gloves, a matching shade of blue, were clenched with determination. They were not just gloves; they were weapons, the tools with which she planned to bring down the goddess before her. They vibrated with the anticipation of the fight, eager to be unleashed upon her opponent.
The blue boots that adorned her feet gave her an ethereal, almost otherworldly appearance. They added to her height, accentuating the lean lines of her legs, and reminding everyone that she was here to fight, not to fall.
Cassidy's presence in the ring was a stark counterpoint to Elyse's flaming allure. She was the ice to Elyse's fire, a chilly specter of determination and resilience. This was not a woman to be underestimated or dismissed. In the icy depths of her gaze, one could see the storm brewing, waiting to be unleashed.
Round 01:
As the bell resounded through the Kia Forum, signaling the start of the first round, Elyse Levesque, the reigning leader of the Queens of Absolution, exploded into action. Like a tempest unleashed, her pink gloves were a whirlwind of force, a relentless hailstorm of jabs and hooks that Cassidy was ill-prepared to counter.
Elyse's boxing prowess was nothing short of divine. She moved with a ferocity and fluidity that left Cassidy gasping for breath and yearning for a moment of respite. Elyse's punches were like thunderbolts, raining down with a furious intensity that only a goddess could muster. Each blow was focused and controlled, landing on Cassidy's face and torso with earth-shattering impact. Cassidy's torso, once a symbol of her determination, was now a canvas of pain, bruised and battered under the relentless onslaught.
As the seconds on the round clock bled away, Cassidy found herself hopelessly outmatched. She was a comet caught in the gravity of Elyse's power, dragged towards inevitable defeat. Every pulse-racing moment was a testament to Elyse's superior strength and skill, every punch a swift reminder of her dominance.
When the bell finally signaled the end of the first round, Cassidy was a shell of her former self, doubled over in pain and gasping for breath. Her face was a mask of shock and agony, a testament to the ruthless beating she had endured. Her torso, once a powerhouse, was now a battlefield of bruises. The ice queen had melted under the fiery onslaught of Elyse, and the ring was now a frigid wasteland of shattered dreams and broken resolve.
Round 02 & 03:
As the second round bell tolled, Cassidy rose from her corner like a phoenix. Her cobalt eyes blazed with renewed determination and a hint of defiance. With a steely resolve, she launched herself at the towering Canadian goddess in a flurry of icy blue. Her punches, targeted at Elyse's long, lean abs, rained down in a relentless barrage. It was as if she was attempting to carve a path through a stone wall. Each punch was a testament to her resolve, a symbol of her refusal to be dominated. Elyse, taken aback, was momentarily on the defense, her pink gloves raised to shield her flawless abs.
But Elyse wasn't a goddess for nothing. She absorbed each hit, her svelte figure unyielding. Her abs, a fortress under the assault, were a testament to her superior strength. They withstood Cassidy's barrage with a steadfastness that was almost ethereal. Her face, a mask of focus and determination, was devoid of the shock previously etched on Cassidy's. Elyse's pink gloves, once offensive weapons, were now her best defense, blocking the relentless onslaught on her abs.
The third round was a merciless dance. Cassidy, on a mission, continued her relentless assault on Elyse's abs, each punch thrown with such ferocity that it seemed she was trying to shatter the Canadian goddess's core. Elyse, however, was not one to be outdone. She gave as good as she got, her pink gloves flying out to counter Cassidy's attacks. Her strikes, aimed at Cassidy's battered torso, were vicious and relentless. This was no longer a boxing match; it was war.
Despite the fierce resistance from Elyse, Cassidy held her own, her icy determination keeping her in the fight. She was fast, landing quick jabs and hooks that Elyse was barely able to block. Her resilience was rewarded, and as the bell rang out the end of the third round, it was clear that Cassidy held the slight edge. The icy queen had carved out a comeback, and it was as chillingly beautiful as it was brutal. But only by the slimmest of margins. The ring was filled with an energy that was both electric and foreboding, the echo of the bell a promise of the brutal battle to come.
Round 04:
As the bell heralded the start of the fourth round, the air in the Kia Forum was thick with anticipation. Elyse Levesque, the epitome of divine power, launched into the round like a tempest reawakened. Her every move was a show of goddess-like strength, her pink gloves a blur of unyielding force. Cassidy, despite her valiant effort, found herself once again at the mercy of Elyse's fierce onslaught.
Elyse's punches were like bolts of lightning, each one landing with a thunderous force that made the very air vibrate. She was relentless, her strikes hammering into Cassidy's torso and face with a ruthlessness that was both fascinating and terrifying. Cassidy was like a moth in a storm, buffeted mercilessly and hopelessly outmatched.
With a swift, graceful motion, Elyse delivered an uppercut to Cassidy's underbelly that resonated around the stadium. The impact was deafening, the sound echoing through the silent Forum as Cassidy doubled over in pain. Every spectator held their breath, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe at the goddess's raw power.
Before Cassidy had a chance to recover, Elyse swung a vicious hook to Cassidy's nose. The crunching sound that followed was chilling, a testament to the brutal force behind the punch. Cassidy's head snapped back, her eyes rolling as she fell back onto the canvas, a crumpled figure in stark contrast to Elyse's towering dominance.
The referee, a blur of black and white in the peripherals, started the count, his voice echoing around the silent stadium. Cassidy lay motionless on the canvas, her breath coming in shallow gasps. As the count reached ten, the ref waved his hands, signaling the end of the bout. Elyse Levesque was once again the undisputed queen, the manifestation of goddess-like strength and ferocity.
Official Decision: Elyse Levesque defeats Cassidy Freeman via KO 4!
AFTER:
As the referee lifted Elyse's hand in triumphant victory, the sound of the roars and cheers filled the Kia Forum. The Canadian goddess, a dominant force throughout the brutal bout, stood tall and victorious, basking in the adoration of the crowd. But her fierce determination wasn't over yet. Before the medics could rush in to tend to Cassidy, Elyse strode across the ring with purpose and power. She yanked Cassidy up, her grip firm and unyielding on her opponent's bruised form. The crowd watched in a mix of shock and awe as Elyse delivered several solid punches to Cassidy's already battered stomach, each one landing with a force that echoed around the stadium. She then, with a display of raw strength, heaved Cassidy towards her side's turnbuckle. The crowd erupted into even wilder cheers, the sound deafening in its intensity. The medics rushed into the ring, but Elyse stood her ground, the uncontested queen of the night. She raised her fist into the air, her voice loud and clear over the roaring audience, "I am the Queen!" Her proclamation echoed around the stadium, a powerful statement that reverberated with the force of her victory. The night belonged to Elyse, a testament to her relentless strength and goddess-like power.
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Elyse Levesque:
(37, 5’10”, 126lbs, 3:0 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Cassidy Freeman:
(41, 5’8”, 126lbs, 34:30:1 FCBA, Lioness Club of America)
BEFORE:
Elyse Levesque stood confidently in the center of the boxing ring, her presence commanding attention. Like a goddess of war, her porcelain skin radiated a subtle glow under the bright lights of the Kia Forum. With each movement, her well-defined muscles flexed and rippled, showcasing the sheer power she possessed.
Dressed in a vibrant pink sports bra and sleek black panties, Elyse's long and lean torso was proudly showcased, a testament to her relentless dedication and unwavering discipline. Her perfectly sculpted abs, meticulously chiseled through countless hours of sweat and determination, were nothing short of artwork. Each muscle fiber stood out, showcasing the strength that lay within.
Completing her ensemble, Elyse wore black boots that hugged her feet, adding a touch of danger to her already fierce appearance. The contrast between the feminine pink boxing gloves she wore and the intense force they represented was striking. They were lethal extensions of her arms, poised to deliver devastating blows to any opponent who dared to challenge her.
As she stood there, Elyse was a captivating figure of both seductive allure and intimidating power. Her mesmerizing presence seemed to ignite the air around her, filling it with a palpable energy. It was evident that this was no ordinary match; it was a true battlefield, and Elyse was ready to conquer whatever stood in her way.
Cassidy Freeman, the indomitable challenger, held her ground on the opposite side of the ring. She was a vision in blue, her attire mirroring the icy resolve in her eyes. Her bra and panties, a striking cobalt blue, seemed to shimmer under the harsh ring lights, drawing attention to the toned figure she had honed through grueling hours of training. Her abs, though not as pronounced as Elyse's, still held strong promise of a formidable opponent.
Her boxing gloves, a matching shade of blue, were clenched with determination. They were not just gloves; they were weapons, the tools with which she planned to bring down the goddess before her. They vibrated with the anticipation of the fight, eager to be unleashed upon her opponent.
The blue boots that adorned her feet gave her an ethereal, almost otherworldly appearance. They added to her height, accentuating the lean lines of her legs, and reminding everyone that she was here to fight, not to fall.
Cassidy's presence in the ring was a stark counterpoint to Elyse's flaming allure. She was the ice to Elyse's fire, a chilly specter of determination and resilience. This was not a woman to be underestimated or dismissed. In the icy depths of her gaze, one could see the storm brewing, waiting to be unleashed.
Round 01:
As the bell resounded through the Kia Forum, signaling the start of the first round, Elyse Levesque, the reigning leader of the Queens of Absolution, exploded into action. Like a tempest unleashed, her pink gloves were a whirlwind of force, a relentless hailstorm of jabs and hooks that Cassidy was ill-prepared to counter.
Elyse's boxing prowess was nothing short of divine. She moved with a ferocity and fluidity that left Cassidy gasping for breath and yearning for a moment of respite. Elyse's punches were like thunderbolts, raining down with a furious intensity that only a goddess could muster. Each blow was focused and controlled, landing on Cassidy's face and torso with earth-shattering impact. Cassidy's torso, once a symbol of her determination, was now a canvas of pain, bruised and battered under the relentless onslaught.
As the seconds on the round clock bled away, Cassidy found herself hopelessly outmatched. She was a comet caught in the gravity of Elyse's power, dragged towards inevitable defeat. Every pulse-racing moment was a testament to Elyse's superior strength and skill, every punch a swift reminder of her dominance.
When the bell finally signaled the end of the first round, Cassidy was a shell of her former self, doubled over in pain and gasping for breath. Her face was a mask of shock and agony, a testament to the ruthless beating she had endured. Her torso, once a powerhouse, was now a battlefield of bruises. The ice queen had melted under the fiery onslaught of Elyse, and the ring was now a frigid wasteland of shattered dreams and broken resolve.
Round 02 & 03:
As the second round bell tolled, Cassidy rose from her corner like a phoenix. Her cobalt eyes blazed with renewed determination and a hint of defiance. With a steely resolve, she launched herself at the towering Canadian goddess in a flurry of icy blue. Her punches, targeted at Elyse's long, lean abs, rained down in a relentless barrage. It was as if she was attempting to carve a path through a stone wall. Each punch was a testament to her resolve, a symbol of her refusal to be dominated. Elyse, taken aback, was momentarily on the defense, her pink gloves raised to shield her flawless abs.
But Elyse wasn't a goddess for nothing. She absorbed each hit, her svelte figure unyielding. Her abs, a fortress under the assault, were a testament to her superior strength. They withstood Cassidy's barrage with a steadfastness that was almost ethereal. Her face, a mask of focus and determination, was devoid of the shock previously etched on Cassidy's. Elyse's pink gloves, once offensive weapons, were now her best defense, blocking the relentless onslaught on her abs.
The third round was a merciless dance. Cassidy, on a mission, continued her relentless assault on Elyse's abs, each punch thrown with such ferocity that it seemed she was trying to shatter the Canadian goddess's core. Elyse, however, was not one to be outdone. She gave as good as she got, her pink gloves flying out to counter Cassidy's attacks. Her strikes, aimed at Cassidy's battered torso, were vicious and relentless. This was no longer a boxing match; it was war.
Despite the fierce resistance from Elyse, Cassidy held her own, her icy determination keeping her in the fight. She was fast, landing quick jabs and hooks that Elyse was barely able to block. Her resilience was rewarded, and as the bell rang out the end of the third round, it was clear that Cassidy held the slight edge. The icy queen had carved out a comeback, and it was as chillingly beautiful as it was brutal. But only by the slimmest of margins. The ring was filled with an energy that was both electric and foreboding, the echo of the bell a promise of the brutal battle to come.
Round 04:
As the bell heralded the start of the fourth round, the air in the Kia Forum was thick with anticipation. Elyse Levesque, the epitome of divine power, launched into the round like a tempest reawakened. Her every move was a show of goddess-like strength, her pink gloves a blur of unyielding force. Cassidy, despite her valiant effort, found herself once again at the mercy of Elyse's fierce onslaught.
Elyse's punches were like bolts of lightning, each one landing with a thunderous force that made the very air vibrate. She was relentless, her strikes hammering into Cassidy's torso and face with a ruthlessness that was both fascinating and terrifying. Cassidy was like a moth in a storm, buffeted mercilessly and hopelessly outmatched.
With a swift, graceful motion, Elyse delivered an uppercut to Cassidy's underbelly that resonated around the stadium. The impact was deafening, the sound echoing through the silent Forum as Cassidy doubled over in pain. Every spectator held their breath, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe at the goddess's raw power.
Before Cassidy had a chance to recover, Elyse swung a vicious hook to Cassidy's nose. The crunching sound that followed was chilling, a testament to the brutal force behind the punch. Cassidy's head snapped back, her eyes rolling as she fell back onto the canvas, a crumpled figure in stark contrast to Elyse's towering dominance.
The referee, a blur of black and white in the peripherals, started the count, his voice echoing around the silent stadium. Cassidy lay motionless on the canvas, her breath coming in shallow gasps. As the count reached ten, the ref waved his hands, signaling the end of the bout. Elyse Levesque was once again the undisputed queen, the manifestation of goddess-like strength and ferocity.
Official Decision: Elyse Levesque defeats Cassidy Freeman via KO 4!
AFTER:
As the referee lifted Elyse's hand in triumphant victory, the sound of the roars and cheers filled the Kia Forum. The Canadian goddess, a dominant force throughout the brutal bout, stood tall and victorious, basking in the adoration of the crowd. But her fierce determination wasn't over yet. Before the medics could rush in to tend to Cassidy, Elyse strode across the ring with purpose and power. She yanked Cassidy up, her grip firm and unyielding on her opponent's bruised form. The crowd watched in a mix of shock and awe as Elyse delivered several solid punches to Cassidy's already battered stomach, each one landing with a force that echoed around the stadium. She then, with a display of raw strength, heaved Cassidy towards her side's turnbuckle. The crowd erupted into even wilder cheers, the sound deafening in its intensity. The medics rushed into the ring, but Elyse stood her ground, the uncontested queen of the night. She raised her fist into the air, her voice loud and clear over the roaring audience, "I am the Queen!" Her proclamation echoed around the stadium, a powerful statement that reverberated with the force of her victory. The night belonged to Elyse, a testament to her relentless strength and goddess-like power.
