5. Elyse Levesque vs Ellie Thumann
May 22, 2024 2:26:12 GMT -6
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Post by Queens of Absolution on May 22, 2024 2:26:12 GMT -6
LND: Elyse Levesque vs Ellie Thumann
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Elyse Levesque:
(37, 5’10”, 126lbs, 6:3 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Ellie Thumann:
(22, 5’10”, 134.5lbs, 4:5 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)
BEFORE:
After the shocking upset of Monica Ollander to Leslie “Fuslie” Fu, the Queens were on the verge of being on the back foot. But no one could certainly rival their next bout’s fighter: Elyse Levesque. She’s ranked #7 in the world at welterweight. Certainly another upset couldn’t happen in a row? Could it? Amy Acker was pacing the VIP Suite more frustrated now than angered.
Backstage, the Queens were looking to send a message as Elyse finished running her hands through her hair - her lavender gloves matching her lavender sports bra going with her choice of black briefs and black boots for this match. She looked just as powerful as ever with her long lean body but she was being flanked by arguably two of the strongest girls in the Queens if not the FCBA: Jess Bush and Evelina Mamajeva who acted as her escort companion to the stage and ramp.
The audience went wild! This was the first time most had seen Jess and Evelina in person and to be flanking the Queens’ leader - people were trying to get photographs and selfies as the stadium lights flashed over to Queens Blue and white pyrotechnics went off as they made their way down the ramp. Elyse’s eyes locked on to her opponent already in the ring, Ellie Thumann, who was wearing a white bikini bra and navy blue panties with matching gloves and boots - to say she didn’t look shocked was an understatement.
As Elyse and company approached the ring, Elyse gave a seductive climb for Allegiant Stadium, something she learned from Saraya, before sliding in and brushing dangerously close to Ellie. This was clearly going to be a grueling and dangerous fight so the ref didn’t waste time. After the mandatories he waved his armed through the air like he was slicing it and the bell rang.
Ten rounds of welterweight action had begun!
Round 01:
The bell rang, and round one was underway with Elyse Levesque charging forward like a tidal wave. Her first jab was lightning-fast, connecting squarely with Ellie's jaw, immediately rattling her. "I'm sorry I'm going to have to end you now," Elyse snarled, hardly giving Ellie a moment to comprehend before delivering a colossal blow to her stomach. Ellie doubled over, wheezing on Elyse's arm. "Isn't your stable a bunch of jobbers?" Elyse smirked, her eyes blazing with intensity.
Elyse then unleashed a barrage of punches that seemed almost supernatural in their speed and accuracy. A fierce right hook sent Ellie's head snapping to the side, followed by a brutal uppercut that nearly lifted her off the canvas. Elyse's left jab worked like a piston, continuously battering Ellie's face, while her right hand alternated between lethal crosses and hooks aimed at Ellie's midsection. Each hit seemed designed to break Ellie's spirit as much as her body.
Throughout the round, Elyse peppered her attacks with verbal jabs. "Is this all you've got, Ellie?" she taunted between blows. A devastating left hook aimed at Ellie's ribs had her gasping for air. "You're not cut out for this, are you?" Another powerful punch landed on Ellie's cheek, visibly staggering her.
By the two-minute mark, Ellie was wobbling like a candle in the wind, her legs barely holding her upright. Elyse showed no mercy, raining down hell with unrelenting aggression. She landed a final combination of jabs and hooks, targeting both Ellie's head and body, leaving her opponent utterly defenceless. As the clock ticked down to the final seconds, Elyse stepped back, almost admiring her handiwork. Ellie stood, miraculously, but barely, her stance shaky and her expression dazed.
"And that's how it's done," Elyse declared as the bell signaled the end of round one. The crowd erupted, fully aware that Elyse Levesque had won the round by a devastatingly wide margin.
Round 02:
The bell rang for round two, and Ellie Thumann, though battered, surged forward with a renewed sense of purpose. Elyse, riding high on her previous dominance, stepped into the center of the ring with a bit too much swagger, underestimating Ellie's tenacity.
"Back for more, huh?" Elyse sneered, her overconfidence radiating. She danced around Ellie, throwing jabs that Ellie expertly dodged.
"Think again, princess," Ellie shot back, her eyes locked onto Elyse's exposed midsection. Seizing the moment when Elyse lazily dropped her guard, Ellie unleashed a savage hook that dug into the pit of Elyse's tight, lean, long abs. Elyse gasped, the wind knocked out of her as she doubled over.
"You got lucky," Elyse hissed, attempting to straighten up, only to be met with a swift jab to her face, snapping her head back.
The blow seemed to ignite a firestorm of rage in Elyse. She countered violently, her fists flying with deadly precision, but Ellie held her ground, her feet planted firmly as she weathered the storm. Every time Elyse landed a hit, Ellie responded with equal intensity, targeting Elyse's body relentlessly and making her pay for each overconfident move.
"Getting tired already?" Ellie taunted as they exchanged blows.
"You're finished!" Elyse roared back, her punches becoming more desperate, each swing less calculated than the last. Despite Elyse's vicious counters, Ellie maintained her focus, blocking many of Elyse’s attacks and landing critical hits that scored valuable points.
As the match clock ticked down to the last two minutes, the crowd could see Elyse's resolve weakening. Ellie’s persistence and strategic blows had turned the tide. Elyse’s insults became erratic. "Pathetic!" she spat, but her voice lacked its initial venom.
"You're the joke here. Just wait," Ellie replied, her tone dripping with determination. She landed another jab to Elyse's side, causing her to wince.
When the bell signaled the end of round two, the audience was buzzing with excitement. Ellie had fought back with everything she had, narrowly winning the round on points. Both fighters returned to their corners, knowing the fight was far from over but understanding that Ellie had just evened the playing field.
Round 03:
The bell rang for round three, and Elyse Levesque came out swinging, her eyes narrowed into slits of pure anger. The last thing she heard was Ellie calling her a joke, and it had ignited a fire in her that was now blazing uncontrollably. "You think you can call me a joke?" Elyse growled through clenched teeth, charging forward like a predator.
Elyse's fists were a blur as she let loose a series of rapid jabs that collided with Ellie's lean midsection, each punch landing with bone-crunching force. Ellie tried to block, but Elyse’s raw strength and aggression were overwhelming. "You think you deserve to be in this ring?" Elyse spat, her right hook smashing into Ellie’s ribs. As Ellie gasped for air, Elyse hammered another blow into her solar plexus, doubling her over. Ellie clung weakly to Elyse’s arm for support, struggling to remain upright.
"I'm going to end you," Elyse hissed, her voice filled with venom. With Ellie doubled over, Elyse didn't let up, raining a barrage of hooks and uppercuts onto her opponent's exposed midsection. Each punch drove the wind further out of Ellie, her body writhing under the relentless assault.
As the round progressed, Elyse shifted her focus, her eyes blazing with fury. "Look at you, pathetic," she sneered, slamming an uppercut into Ellie's face. The blow snapped Ellie's head back, her legs buckling. Blood dripped from her nose, and a purple bruise began to form rapidly around her eye. Elyse wasn't done. She stepped in close, her punches coming harder and faster, each one designed to break Ellie down both physically and mentally.
"You're nothing in this ring. Do you hear me?" Elyse shouted, her fists smashing into Ellie's cheeks and jaw with brutal precision. As the seconds ticked away, Elyse delivered a final, devastating combination of punches that left Ellie barely standing, her face a canvas of bruises and blood.
As the bell signaled the end of round three, Elyse stepped back, her chest heaving, but a satisfied smirk on her face. She had won the round, but more importantly, she had made Ellie feel every ounce of her fury. The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and gasps, fully aware that Elyse Levesque had just dominated the round, reclaiming control of the fight.
Round 04:
The bell clanged sharply to begin round four, reverberating through the air like a war drum as the two fighters squared off once again. Elyse, still riding the high of her previous dominance, surged forward with a frenetic energy. "Ready to go down for good?" she snarled, her voice laced with malice. Ellie's eyes were steely, her body screaming with fatigue but her spirit unbroken.
Without hesitation, Elyse launched a barrage of punches. Her fists were a whirlwind of jabs, hooks, and uppercuts, connecting with brutal accuracy. "You're trash, Thumann!" Elyse barked, her right hook smashing into Ellie's jaw with a sickening thud. Ellie wavered momentarily, shaking her head as if to clear the fog. "Stay down, you waste of space!" Elyse's cannon-like blows rammed into Ellie's core, forcing the air from her lungs with gut-wrenching force.
In minute three, Elyse saw her opening. With a predatory grin, she unleashed a devastating left hook followed by a powerhouse right cross. The combination sent Ellie sprawling to the canvas, her body crumpling under the sheer ferocity of Elyse's assault. The referee stepped in, starting the count as the crowd held its collective breath.
"One... two... three..." The arena seemed to shrink, time stretching as each second ticked by. Elyse paced, her fists clenching and unclenching in anticipation. "Stay down, you pathetic excuse for a fighter!" she jeered, her voice echoing through the hushed stands. "Seven... eight... nine..." Against all odds, Ellie pulled herself up, her legs shaky but resolute. She stood just as the referee signaled nine, meeting Elyse's astonished gaze with defiant eyes.
"You'll need to be better than that, princess," Ellie panted, her voice strained but unwavering. Elyse's expression twisted in rage, her disbelief palpable. "Unbelievable," she hissed, her fists tightening. Elyse charged forward, her fury blazing as she threw a relentless series of punches. Each hit seemed powerful enough to end the fight, but time was not on her side. Ellie, battered but not broken, clung on, absorbing the punishment and buying precious seconds.
As the round ticked to its explosive close, the audience erupted into sheer pandemonium. Ellie Thumann, against all reason, had survived Elyse's onslaught, the clock her only savior. Elyse fumed, her face a mask of frustration as the bell signaled the end of yet another brutal round.
Round 05:
The bell rang for round five, the crowd on pins and needles, anticipating another fierce clash. Ellie Thumann, determined and laser-focused, made a beeline for Elyse Levesque. Ellie knew she had to dig deep and go for the jugular if she wanted a fighting chance. Without wasting a second, she targeted Elyse's long, lean, taut abs, throwing deep, bone-crushing punches aimed directly at her solar plexus.
"Let's see you handle this!" Ellie snarled, her fists driving into Elyse's core with ruthless precision. Elyse's eyes widened in shock as the air was forced violently out of her lungs. A left hook, then a right, each punch landing with devastating impact. Elyse's legs gave way, and she crashed to the canvas with a groan.
"One... two... three..." the referee's count began, and the arena was entranced. Ellie paced, her breath heavy, watching closely as Elyse struggled to rise. "Four... five..." Against all odds, like an indomitable phoenix, Elyse pulled herself up, her body trembling but her eyes blazing with unyielding fury.
Seeing Elyse rise like an invincible force snapped something inside Ellie. "Not this time!" she bellowed, charging forward with renewed ferocity. She pushed Elyse against the ropes, her punches a relentless barrage against Elyse's remarkably slim, taut, toned abdomen. Each hit drove the air from Elyse's lungs, forcing her to cough and spittle out. The crowd roared, a cacophony of astonishment and excitement.
Ellie wouldn't let up, her fists hammering Elyse's midsection until the referee had no choice but to step in and rescue the Canadian fighter. It was an upset of epic proportions! Ellie Thumann had just defeated Elyse Levesque! The underdog had triumphed with brutal, unrelenting force, securing her place in Allegiant Stadium history.
Official Decision: Ellie Thumann defeats Elyse Levesque via TKO 5!
AFTER:
In the aftermath of the match, Ellie didn't even get the honor of her arm being raised. Jess Bush and Evelina Mamajeva rushed into the ring to protect the Queen of Queens, Elyse Levesque, forcing Ellie to scramble in fear of what they might do to her. Faced with the reality that Femme Fight Club's top fighter was denied a rightful passage of victory against not just a Queen but the Queens, Ellie headed up the ramp, watching her back nervously. Photographers directed their attention towards the ring, capturing the drama as it unfolded. It was clear that FFC would likely raise hell over this incident, and a storm was brewing on the horizon.
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Elyse Levesque:
(37, 5’10”, 126lbs, 6:3 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Ellie Thumann:
(22, 5’10”, 134.5lbs, 4:5 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)
BEFORE:
After the shocking upset of Monica Ollander to Leslie “Fuslie” Fu, the Queens were on the verge of being on the back foot. But no one could certainly rival their next bout’s fighter: Elyse Levesque. She’s ranked #7 in the world at welterweight. Certainly another upset couldn’t happen in a row? Could it? Amy Acker was pacing the VIP Suite more frustrated now than angered.
Backstage, the Queens were looking to send a message as Elyse finished running her hands through her hair - her lavender gloves matching her lavender sports bra going with her choice of black briefs and black boots for this match. She looked just as powerful as ever with her long lean body but she was being flanked by arguably two of the strongest girls in the Queens if not the FCBA: Jess Bush and Evelina Mamajeva who acted as her escort companion to the stage and ramp.
The audience went wild! This was the first time most had seen Jess and Evelina in person and to be flanking the Queens’ leader - people were trying to get photographs and selfies as the stadium lights flashed over to Queens Blue and white pyrotechnics went off as they made their way down the ramp. Elyse’s eyes locked on to her opponent already in the ring, Ellie Thumann, who was wearing a white bikini bra and navy blue panties with matching gloves and boots - to say she didn’t look shocked was an understatement.
As Elyse and company approached the ring, Elyse gave a seductive climb for Allegiant Stadium, something she learned from Saraya, before sliding in and brushing dangerously close to Ellie. This was clearly going to be a grueling and dangerous fight so the ref didn’t waste time. After the mandatories he waved his armed through the air like he was slicing it and the bell rang.
Ten rounds of welterweight action had begun!
Round 01:
The bell rang, and round one was underway with Elyse Levesque charging forward like a tidal wave. Her first jab was lightning-fast, connecting squarely with Ellie's jaw, immediately rattling her. "I'm sorry I'm going to have to end you now," Elyse snarled, hardly giving Ellie a moment to comprehend before delivering a colossal blow to her stomach. Ellie doubled over, wheezing on Elyse's arm. "Isn't your stable a bunch of jobbers?" Elyse smirked, her eyes blazing with intensity.
Elyse then unleashed a barrage of punches that seemed almost supernatural in their speed and accuracy. A fierce right hook sent Ellie's head snapping to the side, followed by a brutal uppercut that nearly lifted her off the canvas. Elyse's left jab worked like a piston, continuously battering Ellie's face, while her right hand alternated between lethal crosses and hooks aimed at Ellie's midsection. Each hit seemed designed to break Ellie's spirit as much as her body.
Throughout the round, Elyse peppered her attacks with verbal jabs. "Is this all you've got, Ellie?" she taunted between blows. A devastating left hook aimed at Ellie's ribs had her gasping for air. "You're not cut out for this, are you?" Another powerful punch landed on Ellie's cheek, visibly staggering her.
By the two-minute mark, Ellie was wobbling like a candle in the wind, her legs barely holding her upright. Elyse showed no mercy, raining down hell with unrelenting aggression. She landed a final combination of jabs and hooks, targeting both Ellie's head and body, leaving her opponent utterly defenceless. As the clock ticked down to the final seconds, Elyse stepped back, almost admiring her handiwork. Ellie stood, miraculously, but barely, her stance shaky and her expression dazed.
"And that's how it's done," Elyse declared as the bell signaled the end of round one. The crowd erupted, fully aware that Elyse Levesque had won the round by a devastatingly wide margin.
Round 02:
The bell rang for round two, and Ellie Thumann, though battered, surged forward with a renewed sense of purpose. Elyse, riding high on her previous dominance, stepped into the center of the ring with a bit too much swagger, underestimating Ellie's tenacity.
"Back for more, huh?" Elyse sneered, her overconfidence radiating. She danced around Ellie, throwing jabs that Ellie expertly dodged.
"Think again, princess," Ellie shot back, her eyes locked onto Elyse's exposed midsection. Seizing the moment when Elyse lazily dropped her guard, Ellie unleashed a savage hook that dug into the pit of Elyse's tight, lean, long abs. Elyse gasped, the wind knocked out of her as she doubled over.
"You got lucky," Elyse hissed, attempting to straighten up, only to be met with a swift jab to her face, snapping her head back.
The blow seemed to ignite a firestorm of rage in Elyse. She countered violently, her fists flying with deadly precision, but Ellie held her ground, her feet planted firmly as she weathered the storm. Every time Elyse landed a hit, Ellie responded with equal intensity, targeting Elyse's body relentlessly and making her pay for each overconfident move.
"Getting tired already?" Ellie taunted as they exchanged blows.
"You're finished!" Elyse roared back, her punches becoming more desperate, each swing less calculated than the last. Despite Elyse's vicious counters, Ellie maintained her focus, blocking many of Elyse’s attacks and landing critical hits that scored valuable points.
As the match clock ticked down to the last two minutes, the crowd could see Elyse's resolve weakening. Ellie’s persistence and strategic blows had turned the tide. Elyse’s insults became erratic. "Pathetic!" she spat, but her voice lacked its initial venom.
"You're the joke here. Just wait," Ellie replied, her tone dripping with determination. She landed another jab to Elyse's side, causing her to wince.
When the bell signaled the end of round two, the audience was buzzing with excitement. Ellie had fought back with everything she had, narrowly winning the round on points. Both fighters returned to their corners, knowing the fight was far from over but understanding that Ellie had just evened the playing field.
Round 03:
The bell rang for round three, and Elyse Levesque came out swinging, her eyes narrowed into slits of pure anger. The last thing she heard was Ellie calling her a joke, and it had ignited a fire in her that was now blazing uncontrollably. "You think you can call me a joke?" Elyse growled through clenched teeth, charging forward like a predator.
Elyse's fists were a blur as she let loose a series of rapid jabs that collided with Ellie's lean midsection, each punch landing with bone-crunching force. Ellie tried to block, but Elyse’s raw strength and aggression were overwhelming. "You think you deserve to be in this ring?" Elyse spat, her right hook smashing into Ellie’s ribs. As Ellie gasped for air, Elyse hammered another blow into her solar plexus, doubling her over. Ellie clung weakly to Elyse’s arm for support, struggling to remain upright.
"I'm going to end you," Elyse hissed, her voice filled with venom. With Ellie doubled over, Elyse didn't let up, raining a barrage of hooks and uppercuts onto her opponent's exposed midsection. Each punch drove the wind further out of Ellie, her body writhing under the relentless assault.
As the round progressed, Elyse shifted her focus, her eyes blazing with fury. "Look at you, pathetic," she sneered, slamming an uppercut into Ellie's face. The blow snapped Ellie's head back, her legs buckling. Blood dripped from her nose, and a purple bruise began to form rapidly around her eye. Elyse wasn't done. She stepped in close, her punches coming harder and faster, each one designed to break Ellie down both physically and mentally.
"You're nothing in this ring. Do you hear me?" Elyse shouted, her fists smashing into Ellie's cheeks and jaw with brutal precision. As the seconds ticked away, Elyse delivered a final, devastating combination of punches that left Ellie barely standing, her face a canvas of bruises and blood.
As the bell signaled the end of round three, Elyse stepped back, her chest heaving, but a satisfied smirk on her face. She had won the round, but more importantly, she had made Ellie feel every ounce of her fury. The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and gasps, fully aware that Elyse Levesque had just dominated the round, reclaiming control of the fight.
Round 04:
The bell clanged sharply to begin round four, reverberating through the air like a war drum as the two fighters squared off once again. Elyse, still riding the high of her previous dominance, surged forward with a frenetic energy. "Ready to go down for good?" she snarled, her voice laced with malice. Ellie's eyes were steely, her body screaming with fatigue but her spirit unbroken.
Without hesitation, Elyse launched a barrage of punches. Her fists were a whirlwind of jabs, hooks, and uppercuts, connecting with brutal accuracy. "You're trash, Thumann!" Elyse barked, her right hook smashing into Ellie's jaw with a sickening thud. Ellie wavered momentarily, shaking her head as if to clear the fog. "Stay down, you waste of space!" Elyse's cannon-like blows rammed into Ellie's core, forcing the air from her lungs with gut-wrenching force.
In minute three, Elyse saw her opening. With a predatory grin, she unleashed a devastating left hook followed by a powerhouse right cross. The combination sent Ellie sprawling to the canvas, her body crumpling under the sheer ferocity of Elyse's assault. The referee stepped in, starting the count as the crowd held its collective breath.
"One... two... three..." The arena seemed to shrink, time stretching as each second ticked by. Elyse paced, her fists clenching and unclenching in anticipation. "Stay down, you pathetic excuse for a fighter!" she jeered, her voice echoing through the hushed stands. "Seven... eight... nine..." Against all odds, Ellie pulled herself up, her legs shaky but resolute. She stood just as the referee signaled nine, meeting Elyse's astonished gaze with defiant eyes.
"You'll need to be better than that, princess," Ellie panted, her voice strained but unwavering. Elyse's expression twisted in rage, her disbelief palpable. "Unbelievable," she hissed, her fists tightening. Elyse charged forward, her fury blazing as she threw a relentless series of punches. Each hit seemed powerful enough to end the fight, but time was not on her side. Ellie, battered but not broken, clung on, absorbing the punishment and buying precious seconds.
As the round ticked to its explosive close, the audience erupted into sheer pandemonium. Ellie Thumann, against all reason, had survived Elyse's onslaught, the clock her only savior. Elyse fumed, her face a mask of frustration as the bell signaled the end of yet another brutal round.
Round 05:
The bell rang for round five, the crowd on pins and needles, anticipating another fierce clash. Ellie Thumann, determined and laser-focused, made a beeline for Elyse Levesque. Ellie knew she had to dig deep and go for the jugular if she wanted a fighting chance. Without wasting a second, she targeted Elyse's long, lean, taut abs, throwing deep, bone-crushing punches aimed directly at her solar plexus.
"Let's see you handle this!" Ellie snarled, her fists driving into Elyse's core with ruthless precision. Elyse's eyes widened in shock as the air was forced violently out of her lungs. A left hook, then a right, each punch landing with devastating impact. Elyse's legs gave way, and she crashed to the canvas with a groan.
"One... two... three..." the referee's count began, and the arena was entranced. Ellie paced, her breath heavy, watching closely as Elyse struggled to rise. "Four... five..." Against all odds, like an indomitable phoenix, Elyse pulled herself up, her body trembling but her eyes blazing with unyielding fury.
Seeing Elyse rise like an invincible force snapped something inside Ellie. "Not this time!" she bellowed, charging forward with renewed ferocity. She pushed Elyse against the ropes, her punches a relentless barrage against Elyse's remarkably slim, taut, toned abdomen. Each hit drove the air from Elyse's lungs, forcing her to cough and spittle out. The crowd roared, a cacophony of astonishment and excitement.
Ellie wouldn't let up, her fists hammering Elyse's midsection until the referee had no choice but to step in and rescue the Canadian fighter. It was an upset of epic proportions! Ellie Thumann had just defeated Elyse Levesque! The underdog had triumphed with brutal, unrelenting force, securing her place in Allegiant Stadium history.
Official Decision: Ellie Thumann defeats Elyse Levesque via TKO 5!
AFTER:
In the aftermath of the match, Ellie didn't even get the honor of her arm being raised. Jess Bush and Evelina Mamajeva rushed into the ring to protect the Queen of Queens, Elyse Levesque, forcing Ellie to scramble in fear of what they might do to her. Faced with the reality that Femme Fight Club's top fighter was denied a rightful passage of victory against not just a Queen but the Queens, Ellie headed up the ramp, watching her back nervously. Photographers directed their attention towards the ring, capturing the drama as it unfolded. It was clear that FFC would likely raise hell over this incident, and a storm was brewing on the horizon.