Elyse Levesque versus Hilary Rhoda
Dec 30, 2023 2:16:21 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on Dec 30, 2023 2:16:21 GMT -6
Elyse Levesque vs Hilary Rhoda
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Elyse Levesque:
(37, 5’10”, 126lbs, 4:2 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Hilary Rhoda:
(36, 5’11”, 126lbs, 52:22 FCBA, Girls Friday)
BEFORE:
Elyse Levesque, a force to be reckoned with, didn't just saunter down that ramp, she owned it, strutting like the absolute queen she was. Known throughout the FCBA not just as 'Goddess', but 'Queen of Goddesses' - the Hera of the Queens of Absolution. She's not just a fighter, she's the leader of the Queens of Absolution, a group of women as fierce and feared as she is - an undeniably unbreakable sisterhood. Her undeniable strength and athleticism are nothing short of intimidating. She's not the type of opponent you'd willingly step into the ring with. Her reputation precedes her; no one wants a piece of that action; no one wants a taste of that brutal power.
Then, there she was, sauntering' down that ramp like a vision in lavender. Elyse, in her signature hue, was nothing short of a knock-out - and not just because she could knock you out cold. Her sports bra and panties, clinging to her lean torso like a second skin, made her 22-inch waist seem almost unreal. But it was those abs, long and lean, that truly put the fear of God in her opponents. They were a testament to her strength, to the raw power that lay dormant within her lithe form. And those lavender boxing gloves and boots? They weren't just accessories. No, they were a statement, a showcase of the brutal power she wielded with such grace. She was a goddess, a queen, and everyone knew it.
As the deafening roar of the crowd filled the stadium, chanting “Elyse! Elyse! Elyse!” she finally arrived at the ring. With the spotlight shining down on her, highlighting every rippling muscle of her immaculate physique, she slid between the ropes, her movements fluid and graceful. Every action, every motion was a testament to her name - the Goddess she truly was. There was no mistaking the confidence that radiated off her and that lethal, danger-bathed smile of hers. Elyse was ready, she was in her element, and woe betide anyone - namely Hilary - standing in her way.
And just like that, Elyse was on the move, striding across the ring with a lioness's grace, her eyes locked on her prey - Hilary Rhoda. With an eerie calmness, she cornered the Girls Friday girl against the ropes, essentially trapping her. A smirk played on Elyse's lips as she looked Hilary up and down, unfazed by her model stature. Her gaze was icy, emotionless, yet it spoke volumes. It was a look that said, "I'm not impressed." Hilary could only stare back, unmoving and silent, as a shiver of fear crawled up her spine. It was clear; she was in the ring with a force she had underestimated. This wasn't just a boxing match; it was a battle of wills.
Dressed in a scarlet red bikini bra and panties, with matching boxing gloves and boots, Hilary dared to challenge the force that was Elyse. The color of her ensemble was symbolic, a fierce shade of red that screamed defiance and danger, but as she stood there, facing off against the Canadian juggernaut, she couldn't help the shiver of fear that licked at her spine, a chilling reminder of the daunting task at hand. Hilary had come to fight but looking into Elyse's icy gaze, seeing the confidence that radiated off her, it dawned on her; she might be in over her head. The realization hit her like a sucker punch, a jarring, unsettling feeling that had her questioning her resolve. But it was too late to back out now; the gauntlet had been thrown, the bell had rung. Hilary had stepped into the ring with a goddess, a queen. And Elyse? She was prepared to do more than just fight; she was ready to dominate.
Round 01:
As the bell sounded, signaling the start of round one, it was as if Elyse Levesque had been unleashed, a force of nature in lavender, upon Hilary Rhoda. Swift and brutal, Elyse tore into Hilary with a viciousness that was as exciting as it was terrifying. Her punches, fierce and relentless, targeted Hilary's abs, gutting the girl with a precision that left the crowd gasping. Her fists were a blur, smacking into Hilary's ribs with a force that threatened to shatter them.
Elyse wasn't playing games, and it showed. Hilary found herself on the backfoot, her face becoming a favored target for Levesque's well-placed jabs and haymakers. Each blow threw Hilary around the ring like a ragdoll, the crowd wincing in sympathy as she took the brutal punishment. Bruised and bloodied, Hilary was a picture of defeat, and the round wasn't even over yet.
The final blow came when Elyse landed a deep punch into Hilary's solar plexus. The breath was knocked from her lungs, and she crumpled to her knees, the bell providing a merciful reprieve from the onslaught. Elyse, ever the showman, couldn't resist the opportunity to taunt her downed opponent. With a smirk on her face, she told Hilary that she was an easy opponent, and promised to take her time dismantling her in the rounds to come.
Round 02:
As the bell rang, signaling the start of the second round, a tangible shift in the atmosphere took hold of the stadium. Hilary, battered but not beaten, adopted a fresh look of determination, evidently unready to give up without a fight. The crowd held its collective breath as Hilary charged at Elyse, landing a gut-wrenching punch to the Goddess's 22-inch waist. The sight of Elyse, the powerhouse, bending over in palpable pain sent a shockwave through the crowd. No one had seen this coming.
Hilary seized the opportunity to unleash a hailstorm of her own combos, each more punishing than the last. She was trying to tame the force of nature that was Elyse, to bring the Queen of Goddesses to her knees with a vengeance. Elyse, however, fought back savagely, trading blow for brutal blow with her nimble opponent.
Yet, as the round wore on, it was clear that something had shifted. Elyse, who had dominated the first round, was now on the defensive, the steady stream of punches from Hilary visibly taking a toll. The climax of the round came in the form of a jab to Elyse's face, a move that sent her staggering back and the crowd into a frenzy.
Hilary, the underdog, had claimed the round. As Elyse shook off the effects of the punch, Hilary couldn't resist throwing a taunt of her own. Standing tall, she sneered at the Queen of Goddesses, voicing her defiance for all to hear. The crowd was left in stunned silence, the tables having turned overwhelmingly. The match was far from over, and it was becoming clear that Hilary was not to be underestimated. The bell signaled the end of the round, but one thing was clear – Hilary Rhoda had dared to challenge Elyse Levesque, and she was not backing down.
Round 03:
As round three began, a chilling silence washed over the crowd when Elyse, her icy gaze firmly locked on Hilary, declared without a shred of remorse, "Sorry, I'm going to have to break you now." The words echoed through the stadium, a stark announcement of the carnage about to unfold. The bell sounded and the Goddess was unleashed once more. Elyse charged at Hilary with a brutality that left the spectators breathless. Her attacks were ruthless and precise, a barrage of unbridled aggression that left Hilary helpless.
Elyse's fists crashed into Hilary's body like a tempest, each strike driving the air from the model's lungs. She was an unstoppable force, her punches coming fast and furious, a relentless onslaught of violence. Hilary could do nothing but absorb the punishment, her body buckling under the merciless assault. Blood and sweat stained the canvas as Elyse continued her savage attack. She was a woman possessed, each punch a testament to her resolve to break her opponent.
The crowd winced as Elyse delivered a powerful uppercut, sending Hilary reeling backward. The model's body seemed to crumple in slow motion, her knees finally giving way under the relentless barrage. As the bell sounded, marking the end of the round, Hilary was left kneeling in defeat, a stark contrast to the triumphant Elyse who stood over her, victorious and unbroken. As the crowd roared, it was clear - Elyse had reclaimed her dominance.
The air was electric as Elyse moved towards her fallen opponent, towering over her like a victorious warrior. Her grin was wicked, pulsating with raw, unadulterated satisfaction. With a swift movement, she reached down and grabbed Hilary's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. Her voice echoed through the deadly silent stadium, a chilling sound that held an unmistakable note of triumph. "Kneel to your Queen," she taunted, her icy eyes gleaming with brutal satisfaction. The crowd erupted into feverish shouts, their voices merging into a cacophonous symphony of victory and defeat.
Basking in the sweetness of her victory, Elyse let go of the beaten Hilary, her fingers slipping away from the chin she had held in a vice-like grip. With the grace of a queen and the demeanor of a champion, she sauntered back to her corner of the ring, leaving Hilary still collapsed on the canvas. The battered model, kneeling in the center of the ring, was a stark image of defeat and humiliation under the merciless stadium lights. Elyse's chilling words echoing in her ears, Hilary knew that she had no choice left. Either she would have to find the strength to take down the indomitable Levesque, or she would become a puppet dancing on the strings of Elyse's whims.
Round 04:
As round four kicked off, both Hilary and Elyse were out for blood, trading brutal hits like they were in a goddamn street brawl. The crowd went wild, the tension in the stadium so thick you could cut it with a knife. Hilary, eyes blazing with determination, zeroed in on Elyse's tight little waist, throwing punch after punch like she was a goddamn machine. Elyse was no pushover though, retaliating with her own brutal hits, but Hilary was on fire.
A clean punch to Elyse's 22-inch waist had the Goddess buckling, the crowd gasping in surprise at the spectacle. Hilary, seizing her chance, hammered away at Elyse's taut abs, each hit a goddamn promise of pain. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, but not before Hilary landed one last gut-wrenching punch that sent Elyse staggering back.
Elyse Levesque, the Queen of Goddesses, was on the backfoot, and Hilary Rhoda, the underdog, had come out on top once again. The crowd was in an uproar, the anticipation for the next round. The fight was far from over, and one thing was clear – Hilary Rhoda was here to fight, and she wasn't going down without giving Elyse one hell of a battle.
Round 05:
As round five kicked off, Elyse was taken by surprise. Hilary, ruthless as ever, launched a non-stop ballistic assault targeting Elyse's sculpted midriff. The Queen of Goddesses was visibly shaken as Hilary’s punches, cruel and unrelenting, hammered into her tight, taut abs. Elyse was brought to her knees, her breath hitched as the force of the blows jolted her solar plexus, sending shockwaves through her body. The crowd was aghast as Elyse hit the canvas, the once indomitable queen now kneeling in pain. Hilary, unflinching and stoic, retreated to a neutral corner as the referee started his count. Elyse, however, was far from finished. With resilience that defied the brutal onslaught, she staggered back to her feet, beating the count by a hair's breadth. The crowd exhaled, their relief palpable. The rest of the round was a tense dance of evasion and attack -- Elyse guarding her battered midsection, and Hilary, relentless in her pursuit, trying to exploit this newfound vulnerability.
Round 06:
As round six commenced, Hilary was taking no chances, but Elyse was circling her like a hungry shark, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the crowd watching in tense silence as Elyse moved towards her opponent. Then, with a voice as cold as ice, she taunted, "I'm sorry, Hilary, but I'm going to end you now."
The words hung in the air for a moment before Elyse launched into action, savagely unleashing a torrent of punches that seemed to freeze Hilary in place. Each fist that crashed into Hilary's body was a brutal testament to Elyse's ruthless determination, each hit a promise of agony. The crowd winced as Elyse shifted her focus from the model's abs to her ribs, each punch landing with a force that threatened to shatter bone.
The crowd watched in stunned silence as Elyse landed a vicious haymaker that sent Hilary crashing to the canvas. The impact echoed throughout the stadium, a brutal reminder of the carnage that had just unfolded in the ring. Hilary lay on the canvas, writhing in pain, as the referee began his count. But it was clear to all present that Hilary was in too much pain to rise. The count reached ten, and the referee signaled for the bell.
Elyse, standing in the center of the ring with an air of cruel satisfaction, looked down at her defeated opponent. A victorious smirk played on her lips as the referee raised her hand, declaring her the winner. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, the echoes of their jubilation bouncing off the walls of the stadium. The Queen of Goddesses had proven yet again why she was an unstoppable force of nature, her dominance undisputed and undeniable.
Official Decision: Elyse Levesque defeats Hilary Rhoda via KO 6!
AFTER:
In the aftermath of the brutal fight, Elyse, fueled by a surge of adrenaline and vicious satisfaction, bent down and, with no hint of mercy, grasped a handful of Hilary's hair. She yanked her defeated rival to her knees, a grating smirk playing on her lips. "Good girl," she sneered, her voice cutting through the deafening roar of the crowd, "you now kneel to your Queen." With a final, disdainful glance, Elyse yanked Hilary all the way up, her grip on Hilary's hair unyielding. Then, with a swift, calculated kick to Hilary's gut, she sent the fallen model flying out of the ring and into the Girls' Friday corner. The crowd gasped, stunned by Elyse's brutal display of dominance. Elyse, standing tall and proud in the center of the ring, cast a cold gaze at her defeated opponent. "You're not worthy," she stated, her voice filled with disdain. The echoes of her words hung heavy in the air, the final testament to the carnage that had unfolded.
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Elyse Levesque:
(37, 5’10”, 126lbs, 4:2 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Hilary Rhoda:
(36, 5’11”, 126lbs, 52:22 FCBA, Girls Friday)
BEFORE:
Elyse Levesque, a force to be reckoned with, didn't just saunter down that ramp, she owned it, strutting like the absolute queen she was. Known throughout the FCBA not just as 'Goddess', but 'Queen of Goddesses' - the Hera of the Queens of Absolution. She's not just a fighter, she's the leader of the Queens of Absolution, a group of women as fierce and feared as she is - an undeniably unbreakable sisterhood. Her undeniable strength and athleticism are nothing short of intimidating. She's not the type of opponent you'd willingly step into the ring with. Her reputation precedes her; no one wants a piece of that action; no one wants a taste of that brutal power.
Then, there she was, sauntering' down that ramp like a vision in lavender. Elyse, in her signature hue, was nothing short of a knock-out - and not just because she could knock you out cold. Her sports bra and panties, clinging to her lean torso like a second skin, made her 22-inch waist seem almost unreal. But it was those abs, long and lean, that truly put the fear of God in her opponents. They were a testament to her strength, to the raw power that lay dormant within her lithe form. And those lavender boxing gloves and boots? They weren't just accessories. No, they were a statement, a showcase of the brutal power she wielded with such grace. She was a goddess, a queen, and everyone knew it.
As the deafening roar of the crowd filled the stadium, chanting “Elyse! Elyse! Elyse!” she finally arrived at the ring. With the spotlight shining down on her, highlighting every rippling muscle of her immaculate physique, she slid between the ropes, her movements fluid and graceful. Every action, every motion was a testament to her name - the Goddess she truly was. There was no mistaking the confidence that radiated off her and that lethal, danger-bathed smile of hers. Elyse was ready, she was in her element, and woe betide anyone - namely Hilary - standing in her way.
And just like that, Elyse was on the move, striding across the ring with a lioness's grace, her eyes locked on her prey - Hilary Rhoda. With an eerie calmness, she cornered the Girls Friday girl against the ropes, essentially trapping her. A smirk played on Elyse's lips as she looked Hilary up and down, unfazed by her model stature. Her gaze was icy, emotionless, yet it spoke volumes. It was a look that said, "I'm not impressed." Hilary could only stare back, unmoving and silent, as a shiver of fear crawled up her spine. It was clear; she was in the ring with a force she had underestimated. This wasn't just a boxing match; it was a battle of wills.
Dressed in a scarlet red bikini bra and panties, with matching boxing gloves and boots, Hilary dared to challenge the force that was Elyse. The color of her ensemble was symbolic, a fierce shade of red that screamed defiance and danger, but as she stood there, facing off against the Canadian juggernaut, she couldn't help the shiver of fear that licked at her spine, a chilling reminder of the daunting task at hand. Hilary had come to fight but looking into Elyse's icy gaze, seeing the confidence that radiated off her, it dawned on her; she might be in over her head. The realization hit her like a sucker punch, a jarring, unsettling feeling that had her questioning her resolve. But it was too late to back out now; the gauntlet had been thrown, the bell had rung. Hilary had stepped into the ring with a goddess, a queen. And Elyse? She was prepared to do more than just fight; she was ready to dominate.
Round 01:
As the bell sounded, signaling the start of round one, it was as if Elyse Levesque had been unleashed, a force of nature in lavender, upon Hilary Rhoda. Swift and brutal, Elyse tore into Hilary with a viciousness that was as exciting as it was terrifying. Her punches, fierce and relentless, targeted Hilary's abs, gutting the girl with a precision that left the crowd gasping. Her fists were a blur, smacking into Hilary's ribs with a force that threatened to shatter them.
Elyse wasn't playing games, and it showed. Hilary found herself on the backfoot, her face becoming a favored target for Levesque's well-placed jabs and haymakers. Each blow threw Hilary around the ring like a ragdoll, the crowd wincing in sympathy as she took the brutal punishment. Bruised and bloodied, Hilary was a picture of defeat, and the round wasn't even over yet.
The final blow came when Elyse landed a deep punch into Hilary's solar plexus. The breath was knocked from her lungs, and she crumpled to her knees, the bell providing a merciful reprieve from the onslaught. Elyse, ever the showman, couldn't resist the opportunity to taunt her downed opponent. With a smirk on her face, she told Hilary that she was an easy opponent, and promised to take her time dismantling her in the rounds to come.
Round 02:
As the bell rang, signaling the start of the second round, a tangible shift in the atmosphere took hold of the stadium. Hilary, battered but not beaten, adopted a fresh look of determination, evidently unready to give up without a fight. The crowd held its collective breath as Hilary charged at Elyse, landing a gut-wrenching punch to the Goddess's 22-inch waist. The sight of Elyse, the powerhouse, bending over in palpable pain sent a shockwave through the crowd. No one had seen this coming.
Hilary seized the opportunity to unleash a hailstorm of her own combos, each more punishing than the last. She was trying to tame the force of nature that was Elyse, to bring the Queen of Goddesses to her knees with a vengeance. Elyse, however, fought back savagely, trading blow for brutal blow with her nimble opponent.
Yet, as the round wore on, it was clear that something had shifted. Elyse, who had dominated the first round, was now on the defensive, the steady stream of punches from Hilary visibly taking a toll. The climax of the round came in the form of a jab to Elyse's face, a move that sent her staggering back and the crowd into a frenzy.
Hilary, the underdog, had claimed the round. As Elyse shook off the effects of the punch, Hilary couldn't resist throwing a taunt of her own. Standing tall, she sneered at the Queen of Goddesses, voicing her defiance for all to hear. The crowd was left in stunned silence, the tables having turned overwhelmingly. The match was far from over, and it was becoming clear that Hilary was not to be underestimated. The bell signaled the end of the round, but one thing was clear – Hilary Rhoda had dared to challenge Elyse Levesque, and she was not backing down.
Round 03:
As round three began, a chilling silence washed over the crowd when Elyse, her icy gaze firmly locked on Hilary, declared without a shred of remorse, "Sorry, I'm going to have to break you now." The words echoed through the stadium, a stark announcement of the carnage about to unfold. The bell sounded and the Goddess was unleashed once more. Elyse charged at Hilary with a brutality that left the spectators breathless. Her attacks were ruthless and precise, a barrage of unbridled aggression that left Hilary helpless.
Elyse's fists crashed into Hilary's body like a tempest, each strike driving the air from the model's lungs. She was an unstoppable force, her punches coming fast and furious, a relentless onslaught of violence. Hilary could do nothing but absorb the punishment, her body buckling under the merciless assault. Blood and sweat stained the canvas as Elyse continued her savage attack. She was a woman possessed, each punch a testament to her resolve to break her opponent.
The crowd winced as Elyse delivered a powerful uppercut, sending Hilary reeling backward. The model's body seemed to crumple in slow motion, her knees finally giving way under the relentless barrage. As the bell sounded, marking the end of the round, Hilary was left kneeling in defeat, a stark contrast to the triumphant Elyse who stood over her, victorious and unbroken. As the crowd roared, it was clear - Elyse had reclaimed her dominance.
The air was electric as Elyse moved towards her fallen opponent, towering over her like a victorious warrior. Her grin was wicked, pulsating with raw, unadulterated satisfaction. With a swift movement, she reached down and grabbed Hilary's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. Her voice echoed through the deadly silent stadium, a chilling sound that held an unmistakable note of triumph. "Kneel to your Queen," she taunted, her icy eyes gleaming with brutal satisfaction. The crowd erupted into feverish shouts, their voices merging into a cacophonous symphony of victory and defeat.
Basking in the sweetness of her victory, Elyse let go of the beaten Hilary, her fingers slipping away from the chin she had held in a vice-like grip. With the grace of a queen and the demeanor of a champion, she sauntered back to her corner of the ring, leaving Hilary still collapsed on the canvas. The battered model, kneeling in the center of the ring, was a stark image of defeat and humiliation under the merciless stadium lights. Elyse's chilling words echoing in her ears, Hilary knew that she had no choice left. Either she would have to find the strength to take down the indomitable Levesque, or she would become a puppet dancing on the strings of Elyse's whims.
Round 04:
As round four kicked off, both Hilary and Elyse were out for blood, trading brutal hits like they were in a goddamn street brawl. The crowd went wild, the tension in the stadium so thick you could cut it with a knife. Hilary, eyes blazing with determination, zeroed in on Elyse's tight little waist, throwing punch after punch like she was a goddamn machine. Elyse was no pushover though, retaliating with her own brutal hits, but Hilary was on fire.
A clean punch to Elyse's 22-inch waist had the Goddess buckling, the crowd gasping in surprise at the spectacle. Hilary, seizing her chance, hammered away at Elyse's taut abs, each hit a goddamn promise of pain. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, but not before Hilary landed one last gut-wrenching punch that sent Elyse staggering back.
Elyse Levesque, the Queen of Goddesses, was on the backfoot, and Hilary Rhoda, the underdog, had come out on top once again. The crowd was in an uproar, the anticipation for the next round. The fight was far from over, and one thing was clear – Hilary Rhoda was here to fight, and she wasn't going down without giving Elyse one hell of a battle.
Round 05:
As round five kicked off, Elyse was taken by surprise. Hilary, ruthless as ever, launched a non-stop ballistic assault targeting Elyse's sculpted midriff. The Queen of Goddesses was visibly shaken as Hilary’s punches, cruel and unrelenting, hammered into her tight, taut abs. Elyse was brought to her knees, her breath hitched as the force of the blows jolted her solar plexus, sending shockwaves through her body. The crowd was aghast as Elyse hit the canvas, the once indomitable queen now kneeling in pain. Hilary, unflinching and stoic, retreated to a neutral corner as the referee started his count. Elyse, however, was far from finished. With resilience that defied the brutal onslaught, she staggered back to her feet, beating the count by a hair's breadth. The crowd exhaled, their relief palpable. The rest of the round was a tense dance of evasion and attack -- Elyse guarding her battered midsection, and Hilary, relentless in her pursuit, trying to exploit this newfound vulnerability.
Round 06:
As round six commenced, Hilary was taking no chances, but Elyse was circling her like a hungry shark, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the crowd watching in tense silence as Elyse moved towards her opponent. Then, with a voice as cold as ice, she taunted, "I'm sorry, Hilary, but I'm going to end you now."
The words hung in the air for a moment before Elyse launched into action, savagely unleashing a torrent of punches that seemed to freeze Hilary in place. Each fist that crashed into Hilary's body was a brutal testament to Elyse's ruthless determination, each hit a promise of agony. The crowd winced as Elyse shifted her focus from the model's abs to her ribs, each punch landing with a force that threatened to shatter bone.
The crowd watched in stunned silence as Elyse landed a vicious haymaker that sent Hilary crashing to the canvas. The impact echoed throughout the stadium, a brutal reminder of the carnage that had just unfolded in the ring. Hilary lay on the canvas, writhing in pain, as the referee began his count. But it was clear to all present that Hilary was in too much pain to rise. The count reached ten, and the referee signaled for the bell.
Elyse, standing in the center of the ring with an air of cruel satisfaction, looked down at her defeated opponent. A victorious smirk played on her lips as the referee raised her hand, declaring her the winner. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, the echoes of their jubilation bouncing off the walls of the stadium. The Queen of Goddesses had proven yet again why she was an unstoppable force of nature, her dominance undisputed and undeniable.
Official Decision: Elyse Levesque defeats Hilary Rhoda via KO 6!
AFTER:
In the aftermath of the brutal fight, Elyse, fueled by a surge of adrenaline and vicious satisfaction, bent down and, with no hint of mercy, grasped a handful of Hilary's hair. She yanked her defeated rival to her knees, a grating smirk playing on her lips. "Good girl," she sneered, her voice cutting through the deafening roar of the crowd, "you now kneel to your Queen." With a final, disdainful glance, Elyse yanked Hilary all the way up, her grip on Hilary's hair unyielding. Then, with a swift, calculated kick to Hilary's gut, she sent the fallen model flying out of the ring and into the Girls' Friday corner. The crowd gasped, stunned by Elyse's brutal display of dominance. Elyse, standing tall and proud in the center of the ring, cast a cold gaze at her defeated opponent. "You're not worthy," she stated, her voice filled with disdain. The echoes of her words hung heavy in the air, the final testament to the carnage that had unfolded.
