Queens on MAX: Elizabeth Lail vs Jennifer Morrison

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Elizabeth Lail
(31, 5’8, 123lbs, 0:0 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Jennifer Morrison
(44, 5’6”, 115lbs, 7:18 FCBA, Free Agent)

BEFORE:

In the heart of Rogers Arena, Toronto, an aura of tension and anticipation hung heavy. Elizabeth Lail, a new face in the boxing ring but co-General Manager of Jennifer's former stable, stepped onto the stage. She was ready to face off against her former co-star, Jennifer Morrison, in a pre-match press conference. Elizabeth, clad in silver sports attire, spoke first, her voice echoing throughout the arena. "Get ready folks, this year's Re:Ignite on September 25th is gonna be one for the books. We'll be right here, where the Queens will rule the ring."

Her eyes locked onto Jennifer, Elizabeth's tone became aggressive and challenging. "You think you're tough, Jennifer?" she taunted, her gaze never wavering. "I'm gonna make you beg for mercy in the ring. You might have those abs of steel, but they're no match for my fists."

Jennifer Morrison, unwavering, stood her ground. Clad in a red bikini, she replied with a smirk, "Beg for mercy, Elizabeth? You're forgetting one thing. You're the rookie here. I've been in the ring more times than you've had hot dinners. You're just another ring on the ladder of my success."

The two women squared off, their faces inches apart. Elizabeth, the taller of the two, tried to intimidate Jennifer with her height advantage. But Morrison didn't flinch. Instead, she delivered a punch to Elizabeth's abs, a powerful and deliberate message.

A melee ensued as both women traded blows aimed at each other's abs. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the once silent arena. The crowd was on its feet, witnessing the muscle versus muscle battle play out, their roars filling the arena. The spectacle was cut short as the FCBA security personnel intervened, separating the two women.

Just as quickly as the chaos had erupted, it settled. But the excitement, the tension, was still there. The stage was set for the Re:Ignite event on the 25th, right at Rogers Arena. These two women, their rivalry now a matter of public knowledge, were ready to face off. Who would emerge victorious? The world wouldn't have to wait long to find out.

Round 01:

When the bell rang and the first round of the boxing match between Elizabeth Lail and Jennifer Morrison kicked off, sparks flew. The two women, now opponents, circled each other in the ring, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

Elizabeth, despite being a rookie, showed no fear. She moved with a fluidity that belied her inexperience, her eyes never leaving Jennifer. She was unyielding, resolute, and ready for battle. On the other hand, Jennifer, the more experienced of the two, was calm and composed. Her abs of steel glistened under the stadium lights as she moved with lethal precision, displaying her seasoned prowess.

They traded jabs, each testing the other’s defenses. Quick blocks and swift footwork were exchanged in a dance of power and skill. The crowd was on its feet, the tension thick enough to cut through. Jennifer landed a punch combo in Elizabeth's face, her gloved hand whizzing through the air with a sharpness that elicited gasps from the crowd.

She followed it up by plowing deep into Elizabeth’s stomach with a punch that echoed throughout the arena. Elizabeth staggered back, the impact evident on her face, but she held her ground. She refused to show any sign of pain, her determination shining through her eyes. Jennifer smirked, confident in her advantage and taunting Elizabeth with a cocky “Is that all you've got?”

However, Elizabeth was not one to back down so easily. In a move that shocked everyone, she sent a power punch back into Jennifer’s abs. The force was so strong it nearly sent Jennifer flying across half the ring. The crowd roared as Jennifer stumbled back, her smirk replaced with a look of surprise.

Ignoring the searing pain in her stomach, Elizabeth focused her energy and went for Jennifer’s face with a bone-crunching uppercut. Jennifer was sent reeling, her butt hitting the ropes. The crowd was in a frenzy now, their cheers deafening. Jennifer, however, was not beaten yet.

With astonishing speed, Jennifer came alive, sidestepping Elizabeth's next attack and landing a solid punch in her solar plexus. Elizabeth’s muscles quivered from the impact, her breath hitching in her throat. The crowd held its breath, watching as Elizabeth struggled to regain her footing.

However, Elizabeth was not given any respite. Jennifer pressed on the attack, her fists flying in a blur, landing blow after blow. Elizabeth was pushed back, her body aching from the onslaught. Jennifer had the upper hand and she knew it.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the first round. Elizabeth, struggling to breathe, retreated to her corner of the ring, her muscles screaming in protest. Jennifer, however, walked back to her corner with a victorious smirk, barely breaking a sweat. No one needed a scoreboard to know that Jennifer Morrison had won this round.

However, the fight was far from over. Elizabeth, despite her struggles, was not out yet. The fiery determination in her eyes said it all. She was not going down without a fight. And Jennifer, well, she was ready for whatever Elizabeth was going to bring. This was just the beginning.

The ring was silent as the crowd eagerly anticipated the next round. Who would emerge victorious in this brutal battle of muscle and willpower? Only time would tell.

Round 02:

The bell rang, indicating the start of the second round. Elizabeth emerged from her corner, a new fire burning in her eyes. She was ready to turn the tide of the match. Jennifer, confident from her initial win, smirked at her opponent, ready for the next round.

As soon as they were within striking distance, Elizabeth, taking a page out of Saraya’s book, sent a flurry of punches into Jennifer's sculpted abs, the rapid-fire impacts echoing throughout the arena. The crowd gasped, watching in shock as Jennifer faltered under the onslaught. "Your Emma Swan was as bland as porridge," Elizabeth taunted, her eyes sparkling with fierce determination.

Jennifer stumbled back, a grimace of pain crossing her face. But she was a seasoned boxer and recovered quickly. She blocked a punch aimed at her face and shot back, "And your Anna was a caricature!"

Elizabeth retaliated with a swift jab to Jennifer’s ribs, the blow sounding with a brutal crunch. Jennifer staggered back, clutching her side, her face betraying the pain she was in. "At least I didn't need CGI magic to make my scenes interesting," Elizabeth shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jennifer gritted her teeth, throwing a punch at Elizabeth's face, but Elizabeth was quick to dodge. Unfazed, Elizabeth landed another punch to Jennifer’s ribs, further bruising the already tender area. In response, Jennifer hissed, "And you needed a cartoon snowman for comic relief! Oh, you weren't important enough for that to be put in the show."

Not missing a beat, Elizabeth launched a powerful hook aimed for Jennifer's nose. Jennifer staggered back, her hand instinctively coming up to her nose. Blood trickled down from it, staining her white gloves. "And you relied on cheap melodrama," Elizabeth retorted, her smirk evident.

Jennifer, for her part, tried to defend herself, but each attempt was swatted away by Elizabeth, who was on a roll. She sent another punch to Jennifer's abs, sending Jennifer sprawling back, gasping for breath. "Better than being a one-dimensional damsel," Jennifer threw back, but there was a tremor in her voice.

Elizabeth was relentless, raining punches on Jennifer, targeting her face, abs, and ribs. Jennifer, in contrast, looked like a deer caught in the headlights, her earlier confidence replaced with a bone-deep fear. "You were just a pretty face for the romance subplot," Elizabeth sneered, her gloves connecting with Jennifer's face again.

Jennifer, her face swollen and bloody, tried to fight back, but Elizabeth was relentless. She kept attacking, each punch stronger than the last. "And you were just a plot device!" Jennifer shouted back, her voice barely audible above the roar of the crowd.

Elizabeth delivered a final, powerful punch to Jennifer’s nose, evoking a guttural cry of agony from the latter. Jennifer fell back onto the ropes, her knees buckling under her. "And you were simply a token heroine!" Elizabeth spat out, panting heavily as she stood triumphant.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the intense round. Elizabeth, her gloves dipped in Jennifer's blood, walked back to her corner, a satisfied smirk on her face. Jennifer, on the other hand, looked defeated, her ribs visibly bruised, her nose bloody, and her abs aching from the brutal onslaught.

The crowd erupted into cheers, applauding Elizabeth's impressive comeback. This round was unanimously in favor of Elizabeth. She had shown her mettle, proving that she was not just another rookie to be trampled upon.

However, the fight was far from over. Jennifer, despite her brutal beating, was not out yet. She wiped the blood off her nose, her eyes meeting Elizabeth’s. She was down, but not out. There was still fire in those eyes.

Round 03:

The bell rang, signaling the start of round three. Jennifer rose from her corner, her eyes flashing with a new determination. Her body was a map of pain, but she was far from defeated. Elizabeth, on the other hand, still basked in the victory of the previous round, her confidence high. The crowd waited with bated breath, the tension palpable.

Jennifer wasted no time and unleashed a rapid series of punches. She aimed for Elizabeth's ribs and abs, mimicking her opponent's strategy from the previous round. Each punch landed with a sickening thud, eliciting gasps from the crowd. Elizabeth, taken off guard, struggled to shield herself from the barrage. Her muscles protested each hit, but she refused to back down.

Elizabeth attempted to retaliate, but Jennifer was relentless. She landed a solid punch on Elizabeth’s taut stomach, forcing the latter to bend over in pain. The crowd watched in shock as Elizabeth coughed out her mouth guard, the piece of rubber landing somewhere in the ring with a small bounce. The referee stepped in, calling for a pause as Elizabeth was handed a new mouth guard.

The unexpected break gave both boxers a moment to breathe. Jennifer, her fists throbbing with pain but her spirit unwavering, used this time to strategize. She noticed Elizabeth's defense was wide open. She had exploited this flaw in the past, and she was ready to do it again. She was going to knock Elizabeth down.

The moment the match resumed, Jennifer lunged for Elizabeth. She aimed for an uppercut, hoping to send her opponent sprawling to the floor. The crowd held its breath as Jennifer's fist connected, but it was not Elizabeth who stumbled back. In a shocking turn of events, Elizabeth had blocked Jennifer's attack and retaliated with an uppercut of her own.

Elizabeth's uppercut knocked Jennifer back. A gasp echoed through the arena as Jennifer staggered, her body swaying dangerously. For a moment, it looked like she might fall, but she steadied herself just in time. A pained grimace crossed her face, but she stood tall, her fists raised, ready to fight.

Despite the brutal hit, Jennifer didn't back down. She launched herself at Elizabeth again, her fists a blur. She targeted Elizabeth's face, abs, and ribs, just as Elizabeth had done to her. With each punch, Elizabeth staggered, her body screaming in protest. Jennifer, despite her pain, had the upper hand.

The bell rang, marking the end of the third round. Jennifer, her body aching but her spirit unbroken, walked back to her corner. Meanwhile, Elizabeth, battered and bruised, struggled to catch her breath. Jennifer had made her point clear: she was not going down without a fight. This round was Jennifer's, and the crowd burst into applause, their cheers echoing through the arena.

Round 04:

As the bell tolled, signaling the start of round four, a bloodthirsty anticipation filled the air. Elizabeth, seething with a vengeance that was almost palpable, stepped forward, her eyes glinting dangerously. Jennifer, still reeling from the previous round's assault, braced herself for the onslaught.

Elizabeth pounced, launching a barrage of heavy punches aimed at Jennifer's battered abs. Each punch landed with a thud that echoed around the silent arena, a grim testament to Elizabeth's brutal objective - to beat Jennifer's abs in like she was trying to rearrange her insides. Jennifer grunted with each hit, her body recoiling against the ropes.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as Elizabeth continued her assault, her fists relentlessly pummeling Jennifer's abs. Jennifer, pinned against the ropes, struggled to defend herself, her body writhing in agony with each punch. The relentless attack was enough to shake even the most seasoned boxer, and it was clear that Jennifer was on the verge of crumbling.

Despite the onslaught, Jennifer managed to block some of Elizabeth's punches, her abs flexing under the strain. But Elizabeth was a woman possessed. She aimed a final, powerful punch at Jennifer's gut, a punch so forceful it seemed to echo through the entire arena. Jennifer gasped, her body doubling over as she was pushed even harder against the ropes.

The bell rang, bringing an end to the brutal fourth round. Elizabeth, her expression triumphant, stepped back, her gloves stained with Jennifer's blood. Jennifer, in stark contrast, seemed to sag against the ropes, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The judges’ faces were grim as they conferred, the scoring unanimous - Elizabeth had won the round, albeit narrowly.

The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers echoing through the arena as Elizabeth raised her gloved hand, smirking in satisfaction. Jennifer, meanwhile, used the ropes for support as she found the strength to stand, her abs throbbing with pain, a grim determination in her eyes. The round had been brutal, but she was still in the fight, and the fight was far from over.

Round 05:

As the bell echoed through the arena, marking the start of the fifth round, a sense of dread hung in the air. Elizabeth, her face a cruel mask of determination, advanced on Jennifer. Jennifer, her body bruised and battered, met Elizabeth's gaze, a hint of fear creeping into her eyes.

Like a predator closing in on its prey, Elizabeth lunged at Jennifer, her fists a blur. She targeted Jennifer's gut, her punches landing with brutal efficiency. Jennifer gasped, each punch driving the air out of her lungs. Her abs, already battered from earlier rounds, screamed in protest.

The crowd watched in horrified fascination as Elizabeth continued her relentless assault. Jennifer, her face twisted in pain, struggled to block Elizabeth's blows, but it was clear she was losing ground. Her arms were shaking, her legs wobbly, her body on the verge of giving out.

Seizing the moment, Elizabeth launched her finishing move. Her fist shot out, aiming for Jennifer's face with a force that could shatter bones. The crowd went silent as her fist connected, the sickening crunch echoing around the arena.

Jennifer staggered back, a grimace of pain on her face. She swayed and then, with a final gasp, crumpled to the floor. The arena erupted into a shocked silence as Jennifer lay motionless, her body sprawled at Elizabeth's feet.

The referee rushed to Jennifer's side, his face pale as he called for the medics. Elizabeth, her expression grim, stepped back, her fists still clenched. The bell rang, marking the end of the fifth round and, with Jennifer unconscious, the end of the match.

Elizabeth had done it. She had knocked out Jennifer with a punch so fierce it had silenced the entire arena. As medics rushed to Jennifer's side, there was no doubt about the outcome - Elizabeth Lail had won.

Official Decision: Elizabeth Lail defeats Jennifer Morrison via KO 5!

AFTER:

Elizabeth, soaking in the deafening silence that filled the arena, began a slow, victorious lap around the ring. Her arms raised high, her bloodied gloves glistening under the arena lights. The crowd, after a stunned moment, erupted into cheers. "QUEENS! QUEENS! QUEENS!" they chanted, their voices echoing around the stadium, reverberating off the walls with a raw intensity that matched the fight they had just witnessed.

As she circled the ring, Elizabeth's triumphant grin never wavered. Each step was a statement, a proclamation of her dominance and the indomitable strength of the Queens. She stopped periodically, posing for the cameras, flexing her muscles, her abs hard and gleaming with sweat. Her body was a testament to the brutal match, covered in bruises and cuts, but victorious.

When she reached Jennifer's corner, she paused, a hint of respect flashing in her eyes as she looked at her fallen opponent. Then, with a final roar from the crowd, she raised her fists once more, the chant of "QUEENS" ringing in her ears. This was her moment, her victory. And she had no intention of letting anyone forget it.