CBAD: Elyse Levesque vs Charlotte McKinney

VS




(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Elyse Levesque:
(37, 5’10”, 126lbs, 3:0 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
versus
Charlotte McKinney:
(30, 5’7.5”, 143lbs, 32:21 FCBA, Free Agent)

BEFORE:

Through the smoke and dazzling lights, the two fighters emerged. Elyse Levesque, a brutal beast of a woman, towered over most in her path. Dressed in a skin-tight, leather-like crop top that showcased her tiny 22-inch waist and chiseled abs, Elyse looked every bit the predator she was known to be. Her long, toned torso glistened under the spotlights, the result of countless hours spent in the gym punishing her body into a lethal weapon.

Across the ring, Charlotte McKinney, clad in an emerald green sports bra and matching sports panties, tried to hold her ground. The color of her outfit contrasted starkly against her pale skin, making her seem even smaller and more vulnerable than she already was. Despite her shorter stature and the terror gnawing at her gut, Charlotte hurled a verbal jab at Elyse, trying to mask her fear with bravado.

"Huh, Elyse," she shot back, her voice shaking slightly. "You might have the physique of an Amazon warrior, but your face looks like it's been hit with an ugly stick." The crowd gasped, stunned silence filling the stadium for a moment. Even Elyse looked taken aback. But Charlotte, despite the fear coursing through her veins, stood her ground, her chin up defiantly. "Maybe you should spend less time on those abs and more time on your personality," Charlotte quipped, a flicker of defiance in her eyes signaling she wasn't down for the count just yet.

Elyse merely smirked, radiating an aura of brutal confidence that made Charlotte's heart pound in her chest. "Oh Charlotte," Elyse retorted, her voice dripping with condescension. "Your insults are as weak as your punches. I'd suggest working on your wit but I'm afraid you need to save all the energy you can for the beating you're about to receive." The crowd erupted into laughter, the pointed barb landing even harder than Elyse's notorious punches. "Maybe after this, you'll stick to catwalks and photo-ops and leave the fighting to the adults. After all," she added, a cruel smirk playing on her lips, "We can’t all hide our lack of talent behind a pretty face." The deafening roar from the crowd affirmed the vicious sting of Elyse's riposte, setting the stage for a hotly anticipated bout.

The crowd roared at her words, feeding off the palpable tension between the two fighters. The match was on, and the ring was set for an unforgettable clash of titans.

Round 01:

As the bell echoed through SoFi Stadium, initiating the first round, Elyse Levesque, the towering queen of Queens, exploded into action. Exploiting her height advantage, she launched an uppercut that was so vicious, it looked like it could rip Charlotte McKinney's head clean off. Her formidable fists, sculpted from a lifetime of brutal battles, seemed to turn into sledgehammers as she mercilessly rained jab after jab onto Charlotte's face. Her harsh taunts and insults, as brutal as her punches, echoed through the stadium.

Suddenly, Elyse, her rock-solid abs glistening with sweat, leaned in, her face a mere inch from Charlotte's. She sneered, her voice dripping with condescension and a chilling, raw aggression. "Is that all you've got, Charlotte? I've fought tougher bodies at my Pilates class!" Elyse's taunts, as sharp and damaging as her punches, were designed to penetrate deeper than skin, burrowing into Charlotte's very soul. The crowd fell silent, the tension frighteningly palpable as Charlotte braced herself for Elyse's next verbal blow.

Summoning all her courage, Charlotte glared at Elyse, her voice trembling but defiant. "You might have abs of steel but your insults are about as weak as the coffee at the diner down the street!" she spat back. The crowd gasped audibly, not expecting such a fearless retort. Elyse's smirk faltered for a split second, caught off guard by the unexpected jab. But just as quickly, her cruel smile returned.

Elyse, grinning ominously, took Charlotte's retort as a signal to unleash her vicious brutality. Her fists, which felt more like wrecking balls than human appendages, rained down on Charlotte with a force that could shatter bones and pulverize organs. Each punch resonated through Charlotte's body, each one a crushing testament to Elyse's unparalleled ruthlessness in the ring.

But Elyse's assault wasn't just physical. Her words, laced with venom, were as devastating as her punches. "Is that the best comeback you've got, Charlotte?" she snarled, her tone as cold and harsh as a winter storm. "I've heard stronger retorts from the old ladies at the bingo hall!" The crowd gasped, the stadium echoing with the impact of Elyse's verbal and physical onslaught. It was a terrifying spectacle, one that displayed the sheer, unfiltered ferocity of the queen of Queens.

Frustrated by her opponent's height and reach, Charlotte was forced to step back, a move that only incited the Canadian more. Turning her attention to Charlotte's soft stomach, Elyse drove fists of steel deep into her adversary's body. Each devastating blow to her midsection was so powerful it seemed to reverberate through Charlotte's very insides, shocking the audience into a stunned silence. The sheer force caused Charlotte to gag, her mouthguard flying out and prompting a brief pause in the match as she got a new one. This unexpected interlude only gave Elyse more ammunition for her verbal onslaught.

When the action resumed, Elyse, relentless as ever, continued to hammer Charlotte, driving her dangerously close to the ropes. The bell indicating the end of the round brought no respite for Charlotte, as the two fighters exchanged vicious taunts, their animosity palpable. The first round was unequivocally Elyse's, her dominating performance highlighting the disparity in strength between the two fighters. It was clear to all present that this was a lopsided match, with Elyse's savage prowess and brutal strength reigning supreme.

Round 02:

The bell chimed again, signaling the start of the second round. A hush fell over the crowd, the palpable tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. This was the round Charlotte McKinney, the underdog, had been waiting for. Taking advantage of Elyse's arrogance, she launched her own assault, this time targeting the Canadian's tightly sculpted abs and slender 22-inch waist.

Charlotte's fists, much like pistons, moved rapidly, delivering blow after blow to Elyse's midsection. Each punch was a clear message, a statement of resistance that echoed throughout the ring. The crowd, previously silent, erupted into cheers as they watched Elyse wince under the barrage. All the while, Charlotte's taunts filled the stadium, her voice ringing loud and clear over the excited chatter of the spectators. "What's the matter, Elyse? Can't take a hit to your precious abs?"

Elyse, the once invincible titan, was buckling under the sudden onslaught. The pain radiating from her abused abs stole her breath, reducing her to gasping attempts at retaliation. "I've had... tougher workouts... at the gym," she growled, her voice strained under the strain of her physical torment.

The round was a brutal dance of fist and will, a clash of titans where David finally stood up to Goliath. Charlotte was relentless, her every punch a display of her growing confidence. And it was working. Elyse, the once untouchable queen of Queens, was staggering under the pressure, her eyes filled with an unfamiliar hint of fear.

Just as the bell chimed, marking the end of the round, Elyse, in a desperate attempt to regain control, launched a bone-crunching haymaker that landed squarely on Charlotte's face. But Charlotte stood her ground, barely flinching under the impact, her defiance burning bright in her eyes. Despite her victory in the round, Charlotte's fight was far from over, and as Elyse staggered back to her corner, the crowd waited with bated breath for the next round.


Round 03:

The starting bell of the third round echoed throughout the stadium. Elyse, wary of last round's onslaught, shifted to a more defensive stance, aiming to protect her abs from Charlotte's punishing blows. But even as she tried to avoid the physical blows, her own verbal jabs were relentless, each insult sharper than the last. "I've seen better form in a Zumba class, Charlotte!" she spat out, her tone dripping with mockery. But Charlotte was unfazed, her resolve hardened and her spirit aflame.

This round, Charlotte was on the offensive. Her eyes were drawn to Elyse's lower abs, the target of her vengeance. Her every punch was a brutal testament to her pent-up fury. As her fists relentlessly pummeled Elyse's lower torso, Charlotte's voice rang out loud and clear, matching each punch with a venomous taunt. "Who's the glass cannon now, Elyse?"

Elyse, despite her best efforts, couldn't keep up her guard forever. A momentary lapse in concentration gave Charlotte the opening she needed. With all the power she could muster, Charlotte landed a punch right in Elyse's solar plexus. The crowd gasped as the impact reverberated through Elyse's body, forcing her into spasms that shook her to the core.

Down on her knees, Elyse struggled to regain her breath as the referee began the count. She forced herself up, standing unsteady but defiant on the eighth count, shocking the crowd with her resilience.

As the round neared its end, Elyse took her chance. With a strength that belied her battered body, she let loose a punch of steel so powerful that it lifted Charlotte clean off the canvas. Charlotte dropped to all fours, coughing and gasping for breath. Elyse, despite her own pain, couldn't help but smile as she delivered her parting shot, "What's the matter, Charlotte? Can't handle a real punch?"

Their mutual antagonism burned hot as they exchanged one last round of taunts before the bell rang, signaling the end of the round. Despite Elyse's last-minute rally, the round belonged to Charlotte, her victory painting a vivid picture of the underdog's unexpected rise against the once-invincible queen of Queens.

Round 04:

The bell rang to start the fourth round, a sound that seemed to echo off the walls of the stadium. A fiery determination lit up Elyse's eyes as she stepped forward, her fists clenched. This was her round. And she intended to prove it. She charged Charlotte, landing a barrage of bone-crunching punches to her opponent's ribs. The power behind each punch was unyielding, and Elyse's taunting only added to the crushing blows. "You're nothing more than a punching bag, Charlotte!"

Charlotte staggered under the onslaught, but refused to go down. Elyse, relishing in her moment of dominance, only upped the vitriol. "Is that all you've got, Charlotte? Or are you just a pretty face who stepped into a ring?" she sneered, her words echoing in the silent stadium. Momentarily, she paused her physical assault to focus on her verbal one. "Ever heard of sit-ups, darling? I've seen better abs on an armchair!" she mocked, her laughter ringing out cruelly. But even as she taunted, Charlotte stood her ground, her jaw set with determined resolve. This battle was far from over.

Driven back by the onslaught, Charlotte found herself pinned against the turnbuckle. Seizing the opportunity, Elyse delivered an uppercut that snapped Charlotte's head back against the turnbuckle. As Charlotte's head rebounded, Elyse was waiting, her fist connecting with Charlotte's face with such force that her nose crunched audibly.

Stunned and reeling, Charlotte managed to summon enough wits to clinch the taller Canadian, forcing the referee to reset the fight. But Elyse wasn't deterred. Once the referee stepped away, she went back to work, delivering a merciless series of uppercuts to Charlotte's stomach. Her fists were like weapons of mass destruction, rearranging Charlotte's insides with punishing precision. The power of her punches was so immense that they lifted Charlotte off the ground, leaving her hanging in the air for a moment before dropping back to the canvas with a gasp.

Feeling the momentum swinging back her way, Elyse showed no mercy. Her fists were unyielding, pounding into Charlotte's body with raw, unadulterated power. Each punch was a testament to her dominance, a clear message that she was far from finished. "Is this all you got, Charlotte?" Elyse taunted, her voice echoing through the stadium as she delivered another onslaught of gasping punches.

Her fists of steel crashed against Charlotte's midsection, each punch a brutal assault on her abs. The impact sent shockwaves through Charlotte's body, her gasps of pain harmonizing with the crowd's collective intake of breath. "I thought you were tougher than this!" Elyse jeered, punctuating her insult with another savage punch to Charlotte's abs.

Charlotte, backed into a corner, gasped for breath under the relentless attack. The pain from each punch was a tangible thing, a burning sensation that gnawed at her insides. Elyse, seizing her advantage, landed a haymaker to Charlotte's side that had her crying out in agony.

But even as Charlotte writhed in pain, Elyse wasn't finished. She towered over her opponent, her fists clenched and ready for the final blow. "This is the end, Charlotte." Elyse sneered, her words dripping with satisfaction. And with that, she unleashed another bone-crushing punch to Charlotte's ribs, the impact resonating throughout the stadium as the crowd watched in stunned silence.

The two women traded insults and taunts, their words as venomous as their punches. "Pick up your teeth on the way out, Charlotte!" Elyse sneered, her voice ringing out over the crowd's cheer. The bell rung, signaling the end of the round, but not before Elyse had made her point. She had won this round and she had done it convincingly. Charlotte may have landed a few good hits, but Elyse was the one standing tall at the end. As the crowd roared in approval, both fighters retreated to their corners, mentally preparing for the next round.

Round 05:

As the bell rang, signaling the start of the fifth round, both fighters rose from their corners, their eyes burning with a shared determination. Round five was upon them, a round fraught with anticipation, where both Elyse and Charlotte sought redemption.

Elyse, her body aching from the past rounds, was first to strike. She lunged at Charlotte, her fists of steel aiming to cause maximum damage. She landed a hard left to Charlotte's abs, a punch that made Charlotte double over in pain. Elyse, merciless as ever, laughed, "Where's your six-pack now, Charlotte?" Yet, Charlotte didn't back down. She straightened, her face twisted in a grimace of defiance, and retaliated with a brutal right hook to Elyse's jaw.

The punch brought Elyse to a staggering halt, her face jerking to the side from the impact. The crowd went silent, the sudden blow a harsh reality check for the once-dominant queen of Queens. Charlotte smirked, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife, "You should've stuck to acting, Elyse."

The verbal blow was just as potent as the physical one, igniting a fire in Elyse's eyes. She charged at Charlotte, but the smaller woman was ready. Charlotte dodged Elyse's swinging fists, landing quick jabs to Elyse's midsection. "How's your insides feeling now, Elyse?" she taunted, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Elyse grunted, gritting her teeth against the pain. But she was far from defeated. She struck back, her fist connecting with Charlotte's side. The taller woman sneered, "You should be a comedienne, Charlotte. At least then you'd have an excuse for being a joke!"

The two women traded insults and blows, their words ringing out as loudly as their punches. They were evenly matched, each one landing as many hits as they took. The crowd was on their feet, the tension palpable, as the round drew to a close. And when the bell finally rang, it was clear to all in attendance: Round Five was a draw.

Elyse and Charlotte, bruised and battered, retreated to their respective corners. As they caught their breath, their eyes met across the ring, each woman acknowledging the other's strength. The fight was far from over, but for now, they were equals.


Round 06:

Round Six began, the air pulsing with tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Elyse was the picture of icy calm, her face set in a mask of grim determination. She had a score to settle, and her eyes promised a world of pain for Charlotte. "Ready to join the hall of shame, Charlotte?" Elyse taunted, the venom in her words just as potent as the power in her fists.

As soon as the bell rang, Elyse charged forward, a lioness pouncing on her prey. Charlotte barely had time to react before Elyse's fists were on her, raining down punches with such ferocity that it was all Charlotte could do to keep her guard up. Elyse's fists were a blur, a deadly dance of precision and power that left Charlotte reeling.

In what felt like an instant, Elyse landed a brutal uppercut to Charlotte's face, the impact so strong it sent Charlotte backwards, her nose breaking in a spray of crimson. Elyse sneered, "Looks like your pretty face just got a makeover!" The crowd gasped, the violent display shocking even the most seasoned spectators.

But Elyse wasn't done. As Charlotte staggered back, trying desperately to steady herself, Elyse closed in. She hammered away at Charlotte's abs, each punch a brutal reminder of Elyse's superior strength. "Is your six-pack turning into a two-pack, Charlotte?" Elyse jeered, her laughter echoing around the stadium.

Then, with a final brutal punch to Charlotte's liver, Elyse sealed her victory. The blow sent Charlotte crumbling to the canvas, her body convulsing in pain. Elyse stood over her fallen opponent, a triumphant grin on her face. "Game over, Charlotte. Maybe next time you'll think twice before stepping into the ring with me."

The referee called the match, declaring Elyse the winner by knockout. Elyse raised her fists in victory, basking in the cheers of the crowd. As the medical team rushed to attend to Charlotte, Elyse, her victory unequivocal and absolute. Round Six was hers, a testament to her unrivaled strength and skill in the ring.

Official Decision: Elyse Levesque defeats Charlotte McKinney via TKO 6!

AFTER:

With the bout officially declared in her favor, Elyse turned her attention back to her fallen opponent, an air of savage satisfaction playing across her features. The medical team was trying to reach Charlotte, but Elyse coolly blocked their path, her imposing figure casting a long shadow over the battered and broken body of Charlotte. "Not yet," she drawled, her voice carrying a chilling note of finality.

She sauntered over to Charlotte, each step echoing ominously through the hushed stadium. Bending down, she grabbed Charlotte by the hair and pulled her up enough to meet her eyes. "Aww, can't take a punch, sweetheart?" Elyse jeered, her words sharp as a knife. She let Charlotte drop back to the canvas, a twisted grin on her face.

But the queen of Queens wasn't done. With an agile move, she lowered herself onto Charlotte, her long, slender, toned abs pressing down on Charlotte's face. Elyse's laughter filled the air as Charlotte squirmed helplessly beneath her, the feeling of her opponent's six-pack abs smothering her serving as the final humiliation. "Consider this a lesson, Charlotte," Elyse purred, her words dripping with arrogance. "You're nothing more than a practice dummy for my real fights."

As Charlotte's struggles weakened and her face started turning a concerning shade of blue, Elyse finally moved. She gracefully rolled off Charlotte and rose to her feet, her figure silhouetted by the spotlight. The crowd erupted into deafening cheers as Elyse raised her fists triumphantly. With a final contemptuous glance at the unconscious Charlotte, she sauntered out of the ring, leaving the medics to finally attend to the broken fighter. The queen had claimed another victory, her reign in the ring unchallenged and her path to Re:Ignite clear.