Post by Queens of Absolution on Nov 22, 2023 2:23:29 GMT -6
Queens Anniversary: Katherine McNamara vs Olivia Holt
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Katherine McNamara
(27, 5’4”, 115lbs, 17:15 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Olivia Holt:
(26, 5’2”, 110lbs, 32:14 FCBA, Odds and Ends Fight Studio)
BEFORE:
With her tousled, fiery red locks cascading over her shoulders like a vibrant waterfall, Katherine McNamara, a vision of confidence and strength, stood imposingly in the center of the boxing ring. Dressed in a sleek, form-fitting black sports bra that showcased her well-toned abs, she exuded an aura of power and determination. The black panties hugged her slim waist and hips, accentuating the raw energy contained within her seductive frame.
Her long, sculpted legs, strong and agile, were enveloped in sleek black boots that added an extra touch of intimidation to her already formidable appearance. Each flex of her well-defined muscles, illuminated by the stark ring lights, was a testament to her unwavering dedication to her rigorous fitness regimen. Her biceps, slightly bulging under the weight of the black boxing gloves, hinted at the strength she possessed.
A wicked smirk played on her lips, a mix of confidence and mischief, as she taunted Olivia Holt from across the ring. Her green eyes gleamed with a fierce determination, promising a battle that extended beyond mere physical strength. For Kat, this was not just a showcase of her abilities, but an opportunity to assert her superiority and dominance. With every fiber of her being, she was ready to unleash her full potential, holding nothing back.
At the opposite side of the boxing ring, Olivia Holt stood with understated elegance and charm. Her presence commanded attention from every corner of the room. Dressed in a pristine white sports bra that delicately embraced her softer, yet graceful frame, she provided a striking contrast to Kat's formidable physique.
Her perfectly tailored white shorts sat comfortably on her slender waist, accentuating her graceful figure. They offered a glimpse of her toned, yet non-athletic legs, a testament to her dedication in maintaining a balanced lifestyle. The white boxing gloves she wore seemed almost too perfect, too pristine against the backdrop of the imminent gritty encounter, emphasizing the meticulous care she took in her preparation.
With her golden locks flowing like liquid sunshine, Olivia had pulled them back into a simple yet efficient ponytail. The stray tendrils framing her face added a touch of innocence to her fair complexion, enhancing her natural beauty. Her warm brown eyes sparkled with a quiet determination as they locked onto Kat, creating a serene focal point amidst the charged atmosphere of the ring.
Against Kat's fiery presence, Olivia stood tall as a symbol of resilience. Her softer body language, far from signaling weakness, exuded a different kind of strength altogether. It spoke of unwavering confidence and belief in her own capabilities. Olivia was a force to be reckoned with, her inner fortitude matching the grace and poise she carried herself with.
Round 01:
As the bell for round one sounded, the air in the Kia Forum thickened with anticipation. McNamara wasted no time in asserting her dominance. With lightning speed, she lunged at Holt, her gloved fists repeatedly hammering into Olivia's softer, unguarded midsection. The crowd winced in unison as each punch struck true, the blunt thuds resonating throughout the arena. Holt doubled over, gasping for breath, her face a mask of pain and nausea as her stomach took the brunt of Kat's relentless assault.
Kat pulled back, green eyes dancing with mischief, her smirk widening into a confident grin. "I always wanted to know how someone with a soft belly like you was AMD champion," she taunted, her voice ringing loud over the buzz of the crowd. With this, she left her own ripped abs exposed. Olivia seized the opportunity, slamming her fist into Kat's unsuspecting midriff with enough force to lift the redhead to her toes.
"Like this!" Olivia retorted, her voice a mix of victory and strained effort. The former AMD champion had managed to halve the distance between them, turning the tables on her opponent. It seemed as though the match was about to flip AMD style, with McNamara and Holt trading blows, each gunning for the other's tummy.
However, McNamara had other plans. She shook off the surprise, her face hardening into grim determination. She quickly switched gears, launching a brutal uppercut that whipped Holt's head back. Following up with two jabs to Olivia's nose, a sickening crunch echoed through the arena. Blood splattered onto the pristine white canvas as Olivia's nose nearly broke under the force of Kat's brutal attack.
As the bell rang to signify the end of round one, it was clear who had reigned supreme. McNamara had won this round, but by a hair's breadth. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers echoing through the pulsing room. But this was only the beginning. There were still more rounds, and it was anyone's game. If there was one thing this round had shown, it was that both fighters were not going down without a fight.
Round 02:
As the bell rang to signal the start of round two, the two fighters squared off once again. Olivia, her face still smeared with her own blood from the previous round, eyed Kat with a newfound determination. The redhead, despite having won the first round, looked visibly shaken. Sweat trickled down her face, making her eyes glisten with an unusual sheen. For a moment, the room fell silent, spectators eagerly awaiting the next move in this thrilling standoff.
Suddenly, with a burst of energy, Olivia launched herself at Kat. She aimed squarely at the redhead's taut abs, her fists striking the rock-hard muscles with the determination of a woman scorned. Each punch echoed through the Kia Forum, the crowd gasping in unison as they watched the former AMD champion transform from the underdog to the aggressor. Kat staggered backward, her eyes wide with shock as she took the onslaught of blows.
Something akin to fear flickered in Kat's eyes, a stark contrast to her earlier cockiness. Olivia, seizing the moment, leaned forward, her voice a low growl. "You shouldn't have questioned my title reign," she spat, her eyes glinting with a dangerous fire. And then, she was back to pounding away at Kat's midriff, her fists blurring in their speed and ferocity.
The crowd roared as Olivia dominated, her assault relentless and brutal. Each hit was precise, each landed with an intent to crush the redhead's resistance. Kat's once mocking smirk was replaced by a grimace of pain, her once formidable presence now diminished under Olivia's resolute onslaught. The redhead tried to fight back, to deflect Olivia's relentless punches, but to no avail. The bell rang out, signaling the end of the round, but not before Olivia landed one last powerful punch to Kat's midriff.
As the spectators erupted into cheers for Olivia, the sight of Kat doubled over in pain, clutching her battered abs, was a stark reminder of the round's brutality. Olivia had won the round by a wide margin, her victory a testament to her unyielding spirit and determination. It was clear now more than ever; this match was far from over.
Round 03:
The bell pierced the electric atmosphere, signaling the start of round three. McNamara, having had time to recover her stamina, looked fresher and more focused than ever. Her face bore a smug smile, a sign of the confidence coursing through her veins. She made her move, launching herself at Holt with a renewed vigor.
Her fists, working like well-oiled machinery, unleashed a torrent of blows on Olivia's belly. Each punch landed with an audible thud, the force causing Olivia to double over in pain. The crowd winced, the intensity of the onslaught palpable in the charged air of the Kia Forum.
"Not so tough now, b*tch, are you?" taunted Kat, each word punctuated by another brutal hit to Olivia's midsection. The crowd roared, egging on the fiery redhead as she decimated her opponent's belly with her relentless assault.
In a sudden move, Kat grasped Olivia's golden locks, forcing the blonde to meet her gaze. A superior smirk played at the corners of Kat's mouth as she looked into Olivia's pained eyes. Then, with a swift and brutal motion, she sent a jarring uppercut that snapped Olivia's head back. The crowd gasped as Olivia staggered back, crashing into the ropes just as the bell rang out to signal the end of the round.
Kat stood victorious in the center of the ring, a smug smile on her face. Olivia, still leaning against the ropes, was seething from the ruthless beatdown she had just endured. Round three had clearly belonged to Katherine McNamara, the fiery redhead proving just how strong she truly was.
Round 04:
As the bell marked the start of round four, a renewed fire flared in Olivia's eyes. She was on her feet in an instant, her fists at the ready. Kat, still basking in the glory of the previous round, seemed to overlook the newfound determination in her opponent. That was her first mistake. Without missing a beat, Olivia lunged forward, her right fist aimed squarely at Kat's taut, sweat-glistened abs. The punch landed with a sickening thud, the shock of the impact evident in Kat's flinching grimace. The crowd gasped in unison, their collective breath hitching at the brutal blow.
With a roguish sneer, Olivia wasted no time and continued her assault - an inexorable barrage of punches to Kat's midriff. Each hit landed with surgical precision, each one a testament to Olivia's growing dominance in the ring. Kat staggered back under the onslaught, her cocky grin replaced by a wince of pain.
"Didn't see that coming now, did you?" Olivia mocked, her voice echoing through the forum, laced with a vindictive type of satisfaction. The crowd ate it up, cheering wildly for the blonde bombshell who was turning the tide in an unimaginable fashion. Kat tried to regain her footing, clutching her hurting abs, but Olivia was relentless. She launched another brutal punch, her fist sinking into Kat's once imposing abs, now becoming the target of her wrath.
In a stunning display of defiance, Olivia's onslaught continued unabated until the bell rang. The crowd was delirious, their cheers deafening as the round ended. Olivia stood tall, not a hint of her former vulnerability visible, while Kat was left gasping, doubled over in pain. Round four had belonged to Olivia Holt, a brutal testament to her ability to make a comeback when all seemed lost. The look in her eyes promised more to come: this fight was far from over.
Round 05:
Round five commenced with an undeniable tension hanging in the air. As the bell reverberated throughout the Kia Forum, Olivia squared up, her eyes locked onto Kat, a predatory glint in her gaze. McNamara, still reeling from the onslaught in the previous round, stood her ground, her face a mask of determination. In mere seconds, Olivia launched herself into a calculated attack.
"Think you can keep up, Red?" she taunted, her voice riddled with a triumphant edge. The crowd fed off the energy, their cheers bouncing off the walls. Olivia continued her assault, her fists flying with a force that was both astounding and terrifying. Then, as if time froze for a moment, Olivia landed a powerful, gut-churning punch squarely into Kat's solar plexus.
The crowd gasped as Kat crumpled onto the canvas, her hand clutching her midriff in pain. Olivia stood over her, her chest heaving with exertion, a victorious smirk on her face. Kat writhed on the floor, gasping for breath, clutching at the ropes to pull herself up. By some miracle, she beat the count, staggering up just as the referee was about to call her out.
But Olivia was far from done. She was relentless, brutal, her fists a blur as she targeted Kat's midriff again. Each punch seemed to echo around the forum, the sickening thuds mirroring the crowd's collective wincing. Cornered on the ropes, Kat could do little more than grimace in pain, her previous confidence a distant memory.
With one final, powerful jab to Kat's belly, the referee stepped in, but McNamara remained gasping for breath, her eyes glazed with pain. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round and Olivia's resounding victory. Olivia Holt had conquered, her final barrage on Kat's midriff.
Official Decision: Olivia Holt defeats Katherine McNamara via TKO 5!
AFTER:
As the bell tolled the end of the match, Kat was left gasping and clutching her abdominal muscles, her face contorted with an unbearable mix of pain and frustration. Over the uproar of the crowd, she could hear the announcer declaring Olivia the victor. Olivia, gloating and triumphant, stood tall as her hand was raised in victory. In a fit of frustration, Kat spat out a bitter, "Soft b*tch," under her breath, loud enough for the victorious blonde standing nearby to hear.
Olivia, her hand still held high, turned her gaze to the beaten redhead. Lowering her hand, she sauntered over to her defeated opponent. With a smirk that spoke volumes of her victory, she lifted Kat's head by the chin and locked eyes with her. The audience held their breath, awaiting Olivia's response. "Don't worry Red," Olivia drawled, her voice filled with a mix of mockery and amusement, "you're not the first or the last."
Then, without breaking eye contact, she leaned in and planted a mockingly tender peck on Kat's cheek. A collective gasp filled the forum. But Olivia wasn't done. Her smirk widened and, in a move as swift as it was unexpected, she pulled back her arm and landed a final, powerful punch deep into Kat's already battered abs. The crowd winced in unison as Kat's gasp echoed around the forum.
With a satisfied nod, Olivia turned on her heel and strode out of the ring, leaving a panting Kat in her wake. The crowd erupted into cheers for the victorious Holt, their voices echoing off the walls of the Kia Forum, leaving no doubt as to who was the reigning queen of the ring.
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Katherine McNamara
(27, 5’4”, 115lbs, 17:15 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Olivia Holt:
(26, 5’2”, 110lbs, 32:14 FCBA, Odds and Ends Fight Studio)
BEFORE:
With her tousled, fiery red locks cascading over her shoulders like a vibrant waterfall, Katherine McNamara, a vision of confidence and strength, stood imposingly in the center of the boxing ring. Dressed in a sleek, form-fitting black sports bra that showcased her well-toned abs, she exuded an aura of power and determination. The black panties hugged her slim waist and hips, accentuating the raw energy contained within her seductive frame.
Her long, sculpted legs, strong and agile, were enveloped in sleek black boots that added an extra touch of intimidation to her already formidable appearance. Each flex of her well-defined muscles, illuminated by the stark ring lights, was a testament to her unwavering dedication to her rigorous fitness regimen. Her biceps, slightly bulging under the weight of the black boxing gloves, hinted at the strength she possessed.
A wicked smirk played on her lips, a mix of confidence and mischief, as she taunted Olivia Holt from across the ring. Her green eyes gleamed with a fierce determination, promising a battle that extended beyond mere physical strength. For Kat, this was not just a showcase of her abilities, but an opportunity to assert her superiority and dominance. With every fiber of her being, she was ready to unleash her full potential, holding nothing back.
At the opposite side of the boxing ring, Olivia Holt stood with understated elegance and charm. Her presence commanded attention from every corner of the room. Dressed in a pristine white sports bra that delicately embraced her softer, yet graceful frame, she provided a striking contrast to Kat's formidable physique.
Her perfectly tailored white shorts sat comfortably on her slender waist, accentuating her graceful figure. They offered a glimpse of her toned, yet non-athletic legs, a testament to her dedication in maintaining a balanced lifestyle. The white boxing gloves she wore seemed almost too perfect, too pristine against the backdrop of the imminent gritty encounter, emphasizing the meticulous care she took in her preparation.
With her golden locks flowing like liquid sunshine, Olivia had pulled them back into a simple yet efficient ponytail. The stray tendrils framing her face added a touch of innocence to her fair complexion, enhancing her natural beauty. Her warm brown eyes sparkled with a quiet determination as they locked onto Kat, creating a serene focal point amidst the charged atmosphere of the ring.
Against Kat's fiery presence, Olivia stood tall as a symbol of resilience. Her softer body language, far from signaling weakness, exuded a different kind of strength altogether. It spoke of unwavering confidence and belief in her own capabilities. Olivia was a force to be reckoned with, her inner fortitude matching the grace and poise she carried herself with.
Round 01:
As the bell for round one sounded, the air in the Kia Forum thickened with anticipation. McNamara wasted no time in asserting her dominance. With lightning speed, she lunged at Holt, her gloved fists repeatedly hammering into Olivia's softer, unguarded midsection. The crowd winced in unison as each punch struck true, the blunt thuds resonating throughout the arena. Holt doubled over, gasping for breath, her face a mask of pain and nausea as her stomach took the brunt of Kat's relentless assault.
Kat pulled back, green eyes dancing with mischief, her smirk widening into a confident grin. "I always wanted to know how someone with a soft belly like you was AMD champion," she taunted, her voice ringing loud over the buzz of the crowd. With this, she left her own ripped abs exposed. Olivia seized the opportunity, slamming her fist into Kat's unsuspecting midriff with enough force to lift the redhead to her toes.
"Like this!" Olivia retorted, her voice a mix of victory and strained effort. The former AMD champion had managed to halve the distance between them, turning the tables on her opponent. It seemed as though the match was about to flip AMD style, with McNamara and Holt trading blows, each gunning for the other's tummy.
However, McNamara had other plans. She shook off the surprise, her face hardening into grim determination. She quickly switched gears, launching a brutal uppercut that whipped Holt's head back. Following up with two jabs to Olivia's nose, a sickening crunch echoed through the arena. Blood splattered onto the pristine white canvas as Olivia's nose nearly broke under the force of Kat's brutal attack.
As the bell rang to signify the end of round one, it was clear who had reigned supreme. McNamara had won this round, but by a hair's breadth. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers echoing through the pulsing room. But this was only the beginning. There were still more rounds, and it was anyone's game. If there was one thing this round had shown, it was that both fighters were not going down without a fight.
Round 02:
As the bell rang to signal the start of round two, the two fighters squared off once again. Olivia, her face still smeared with her own blood from the previous round, eyed Kat with a newfound determination. The redhead, despite having won the first round, looked visibly shaken. Sweat trickled down her face, making her eyes glisten with an unusual sheen. For a moment, the room fell silent, spectators eagerly awaiting the next move in this thrilling standoff.
Suddenly, with a burst of energy, Olivia launched herself at Kat. She aimed squarely at the redhead's taut abs, her fists striking the rock-hard muscles with the determination of a woman scorned. Each punch echoed through the Kia Forum, the crowd gasping in unison as they watched the former AMD champion transform from the underdog to the aggressor. Kat staggered backward, her eyes wide with shock as she took the onslaught of blows.
Something akin to fear flickered in Kat's eyes, a stark contrast to her earlier cockiness. Olivia, seizing the moment, leaned forward, her voice a low growl. "You shouldn't have questioned my title reign," she spat, her eyes glinting with a dangerous fire. And then, she was back to pounding away at Kat's midriff, her fists blurring in their speed and ferocity.
The crowd roared as Olivia dominated, her assault relentless and brutal. Each hit was precise, each landed with an intent to crush the redhead's resistance. Kat's once mocking smirk was replaced by a grimace of pain, her once formidable presence now diminished under Olivia's resolute onslaught. The redhead tried to fight back, to deflect Olivia's relentless punches, but to no avail. The bell rang out, signaling the end of the round, but not before Olivia landed one last powerful punch to Kat's midriff.
As the spectators erupted into cheers for Olivia, the sight of Kat doubled over in pain, clutching her battered abs, was a stark reminder of the round's brutality. Olivia had won the round by a wide margin, her victory a testament to her unyielding spirit and determination. It was clear now more than ever; this match was far from over.
Round 03:
The bell pierced the electric atmosphere, signaling the start of round three. McNamara, having had time to recover her stamina, looked fresher and more focused than ever. Her face bore a smug smile, a sign of the confidence coursing through her veins. She made her move, launching herself at Holt with a renewed vigor.
Her fists, working like well-oiled machinery, unleashed a torrent of blows on Olivia's belly. Each punch landed with an audible thud, the force causing Olivia to double over in pain. The crowd winced, the intensity of the onslaught palpable in the charged air of the Kia Forum.
"Not so tough now, b*tch, are you?" taunted Kat, each word punctuated by another brutal hit to Olivia's midsection. The crowd roared, egging on the fiery redhead as she decimated her opponent's belly with her relentless assault.
In a sudden move, Kat grasped Olivia's golden locks, forcing the blonde to meet her gaze. A superior smirk played at the corners of Kat's mouth as she looked into Olivia's pained eyes. Then, with a swift and brutal motion, she sent a jarring uppercut that snapped Olivia's head back. The crowd gasped as Olivia staggered back, crashing into the ropes just as the bell rang out to signal the end of the round.
Kat stood victorious in the center of the ring, a smug smile on her face. Olivia, still leaning against the ropes, was seething from the ruthless beatdown she had just endured. Round three had clearly belonged to Katherine McNamara, the fiery redhead proving just how strong she truly was.
Round 04:
As the bell marked the start of round four, a renewed fire flared in Olivia's eyes. She was on her feet in an instant, her fists at the ready. Kat, still basking in the glory of the previous round, seemed to overlook the newfound determination in her opponent. That was her first mistake. Without missing a beat, Olivia lunged forward, her right fist aimed squarely at Kat's taut, sweat-glistened abs. The punch landed with a sickening thud, the shock of the impact evident in Kat's flinching grimace. The crowd gasped in unison, their collective breath hitching at the brutal blow.
With a roguish sneer, Olivia wasted no time and continued her assault - an inexorable barrage of punches to Kat's midriff. Each hit landed with surgical precision, each one a testament to Olivia's growing dominance in the ring. Kat staggered back under the onslaught, her cocky grin replaced by a wince of pain.
"Didn't see that coming now, did you?" Olivia mocked, her voice echoing through the forum, laced with a vindictive type of satisfaction. The crowd ate it up, cheering wildly for the blonde bombshell who was turning the tide in an unimaginable fashion. Kat tried to regain her footing, clutching her hurting abs, but Olivia was relentless. She launched another brutal punch, her fist sinking into Kat's once imposing abs, now becoming the target of her wrath.
In a stunning display of defiance, Olivia's onslaught continued unabated until the bell rang. The crowd was delirious, their cheers deafening as the round ended. Olivia stood tall, not a hint of her former vulnerability visible, while Kat was left gasping, doubled over in pain. Round four had belonged to Olivia Holt, a brutal testament to her ability to make a comeback when all seemed lost. The look in her eyes promised more to come: this fight was far from over.
Round 05:
Round five commenced with an undeniable tension hanging in the air. As the bell reverberated throughout the Kia Forum, Olivia squared up, her eyes locked onto Kat, a predatory glint in her gaze. McNamara, still reeling from the onslaught in the previous round, stood her ground, her face a mask of determination. In mere seconds, Olivia launched herself into a calculated attack.
"Think you can keep up, Red?" she taunted, her voice riddled with a triumphant edge. The crowd fed off the energy, their cheers bouncing off the walls. Olivia continued her assault, her fists flying with a force that was both astounding and terrifying. Then, as if time froze for a moment, Olivia landed a powerful, gut-churning punch squarely into Kat's solar plexus.
The crowd gasped as Kat crumpled onto the canvas, her hand clutching her midriff in pain. Olivia stood over her, her chest heaving with exertion, a victorious smirk on her face. Kat writhed on the floor, gasping for breath, clutching at the ropes to pull herself up. By some miracle, she beat the count, staggering up just as the referee was about to call her out.
But Olivia was far from done. She was relentless, brutal, her fists a blur as she targeted Kat's midriff again. Each punch seemed to echo around the forum, the sickening thuds mirroring the crowd's collective wincing. Cornered on the ropes, Kat could do little more than grimace in pain, her previous confidence a distant memory.
With one final, powerful jab to Kat's belly, the referee stepped in, but McNamara remained gasping for breath, her eyes glazed with pain. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round and Olivia's resounding victory. Olivia Holt had conquered, her final barrage on Kat's midriff.
Official Decision: Olivia Holt defeats Katherine McNamara via TKO 5!
AFTER:
As the bell tolled the end of the match, Kat was left gasping and clutching her abdominal muscles, her face contorted with an unbearable mix of pain and frustration. Over the uproar of the crowd, she could hear the announcer declaring Olivia the victor. Olivia, gloating and triumphant, stood tall as her hand was raised in victory. In a fit of frustration, Kat spat out a bitter, "Soft b*tch," under her breath, loud enough for the victorious blonde standing nearby to hear.
Olivia, her hand still held high, turned her gaze to the beaten redhead. Lowering her hand, she sauntered over to her defeated opponent. With a smirk that spoke volumes of her victory, she lifted Kat's head by the chin and locked eyes with her. The audience held their breath, awaiting Olivia's response. "Don't worry Red," Olivia drawled, her voice filled with a mix of mockery and amusement, "you're not the first or the last."
Then, without breaking eye contact, she leaned in and planted a mockingly tender peck on Kat's cheek. A collective gasp filled the forum. But Olivia wasn't done. Her smirk widened and, in a move as swift as it was unexpected, she pulled back her arm and landed a final, powerful punch deep into Kat's already battered abs. The crowd winced in unison as Kat's gasp echoed around the forum.
With a satisfied nod, Olivia turned on her heel and strode out of the ring, leaving a panting Kat in her wake. The crowd erupted into cheers for the victorious Holt, their voices echoing off the walls of the Kia Forum, leaving no doubt as to who was the reigning queen of the ring.