Post by Queens of Absolution on Oct 7, 2024 21:22:17 GMT -6
Requiem PPV: Saraya Bevis vs Sui He
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Saraya Bevis:
(32, 5’8”, 120lbs, 8:7 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Sui He:
(35, 5’9.5”, 117lbs, 6:3 FCBA, Fates Boxing)
BEFORE:
The tension in the air was electric, thicker than a fog rolling off the bay. As they circled like fierce predators, Sui He radiated determination in her fiery orange sports bra and sleek grey trunks, while Saraya, glistening in her scarlet red wrestling gear, looked like she was ready to unleash a storm. The crowd roared, anticipation boiling over as each fighter gauged the other, eyes locked in a dance of defiance. You could almost hear the silent promises of destruction in their minds, a battle about to explode in a dazzling display of fists and fury.
Saraya's voice boomed through the stadium, a challenge wrapped in taunts, as she brandished her mic like a scepter of supremacy. Her words cut through the air, primed like a coiled spring ready to detonate. "Do you know why you're going to lose to me tonight?" she blasted, the sneer practically audible. The crowd erupted, a chorus of Saraya's name resounding like an unstoppable tide. With each word, she wove a tapestry of defiance, reminding everyone of past victories against Sui He's kin. The atmosphere was dizzying, a cacophony of excitement as Saraya's proclamation, "Because sweetie, this is my house!" echoed far and wide, reverberating with such intensity that it felt like the very pillars of the stadium shuddered at her declaration.
Saraya flashed a sneer of superiority at Sui He, her eyes glinting with confidence as if she'd already predicted the match’s outcome in her favor. With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she turned on her heel, her every step back to her corner seething with a swagger that set the stadium ablaze with cheers. The weight of her presence rippled through the crowd, each follower feeding off her magnetic aura as if victory were a foregone conclusion. Meanwhile, Sui He, resolute and unfazed, made her way to her corner, determination etched into every line of her frame. Without missing a beat, Saraya tossed the microphone to the ever-graceful Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, who caught it with elegance and ease.
In the melting pot of glitz and grit that was SoFi Stadium, the stakes couldn't have been higher—this wasn't just a brawl, it was an all-out war with reputations, pride, and continental dominance hanging in the balance! Saraya Bevis, this indomitable force of nature, stood as the singular bulwark against Fates Boxing’s ambitious onslaught, an Eastern invasion threatening to crash upon her shores. The Queens of Absolution, unapologetically fierce, had no plans of relinquishing their turf to pretenders and upstarts. The air crackled with tension, every spectator on edge, knowing that this was more than a fight—it was a statement in the making, a battle cry echoing in the hearts of those who dared to dream audaciously. As the world watched, Saraya's determination was a blazing inferno, intent on obliterating any shadow of doubt that dared question her sovereignty in the ring.
And so began ten rounds of lightweight action!
Round 01:
Sui He wasted no time, her footwork quick and graceful as she circled Saraya, looking for an opening. She jabbed toward Saraya’s stomach, testing her defenses early. Saraya’s abs tensed instinctively as she absorbed the light taps, barely acknowledging the effort. She knew Sui was feeling her out, looking for a weakness. With a powerful stance, Saraya returned fire, her punches heavy and sharp. Her fists flew toward Sui’s face, but Sui bobbed and weaved, evading most of the blows.
Midway through the round, Sui struck. She slipped in close, driving a vicious right hook into Saraya’s stomach. Saraya’s body jerked slightly, her muscles flexing hard as she felt the impact reverberate through her core. The blow stung, but it wasn’t enough to slow her down. She responded with a powerful right hook that grazed Sui’s cheek, sending her reeling back.
For the rest of the round, the two exchanged blows in close quarters, each trying to assert dominance. Sui landed a few more body shots, each one testing Saraya’s endurance. Saraya grunted with each strike, her abs tightening to absorb the punishment, but her counters hit hard. When the bell rang, both fighters retreated to their corners, breathing heavily. Sui had narrowly edged out the round on points, her targeted strikes giving her the edge.
Round 02:
Saraya came out in the second round with a new level of aggression. Her eyes were locked on Sui, her powerful thighs propelling her forward as she stalked her rival around the ring. She wasn’t about to let Sui dictate the fight.
Sui tried to maintain her strategy, aiming more jabs at Saraya’s stomach, but this time Saraya was ready. She slipped Sui’s punches and unloaded a devastating right hand that crashed into Sui’s ribcage. The sound of the impact echoed through the arena as Sui’s body twisted under the force of the blow. Sui gasped, her body recoiling in pain as she stumbled backward.
Saraya smelled blood. She pressed forward, her fists flying with relentless force. She threw a barrage of hooks and uppercuts, landing several clean shots on Sui’s midsection. Sui’s once-fluid movement began to falter as Saraya’s power overwhelmed her. A hard right uppercut dug deep into Sui’s stomach, causing her to fold over slightly, her face twisted in agony.
Saraya could feel the momentum shift as she dominated the round, her strength overwhelming Sui. By the time the bell rang, Saraya had won the round decisively. Her abs were still stinging from Sui’s earlier blows, but the pain only fueled her determination.
.
Round 03:
Saraya began the third round with the same ferocity. Sui was breathing harder now, her stomach and ribs visibly reddened from the previous round’s assault. Saraya was relentless, her punches coming faster and harder. Each strike was designed to wear Sui down, and it was working.
Sui tried to return to her bodywork strategy, jabbing at Saraya’s stomach whenever she found an opening. But Saraya’s powerful core held firm. Her abs were bruised, but they were strong—each punch that landed on her stomach only seemed to make her more resolute.
Saraya capitalized on Sui’s growing fatigue. She launched a brutal combination—left jab, right hook, and then a monstrous uppercut straight into Sui’s midsection. The punch landed with a sickening thud, and Sui gasped loudly as her knees buckled. She stumbled back, her face contorted in pain, her arms lowering in a desperate attempt to guard her injured torso.
The rest of the round was a one-sided affair, with Saraya punishing Sui’s body and head with ruthless efficiency. When the bell finally rang, Sui staggered back to her corner, breathing heavily, her stomach heaving in pain. Saraya had taken the round wide on points, her strength and aggression overpowering Sui.
Round 04:
As the fourth round started, Sui knew she needed to regroup. She had taken too much punishment, and her stomach and ribs throbbed with each breath. Saraya, on the other hand, was brimming with confidence. Her muscular abs were sore, but she could feel her rival weakening under her relentless attack.
Sui changed her approach, focusing on precision rather than power. She began to move more cautiously, picking her shots and looking for any signs of openings. Her punches were sharp, targeting Saraya’s exposed midsection once again. This time, her strikes landed cleanly. A sharp jab followed by a swift left hook to Saraya’s abs forced a grunt from her lips. The pain radiated through Saraya’s body as her muscles strained to protect her core, but Sui wasn’t done.
Sui fired another combination, this time mixing body shots with strikes to Saraya’s head. Saraya’s defenses were beginning to falter. A perfectly timed right hand to Saraya’s side sent a wave of pain through her ribs, and Sui capitalized, hammering her opponent with another flurry of punches.
By the end of the round, Saraya was clearly in trouble, her stomach and sides bruised, her abs straining from the relentless punishment. Sui had won the round decisively, clawing her way back into the fight.
Round 05:
Both fighters came out cautiously for the fifth round. Saraya was visibly hurting, her once-imposing physique showing signs of wear. Her abs, while still firm, were clearly suffering from the repeated blows, and every breath she took sent sharp pains through her midsection.
Sui, though also fatigued, pushed forward, knowing she was within reach of victory. She continued her attack on Saraya’s stomach, landing several hard shots that forced Saraya to gasp in pain. But Saraya wasn’t ready to quit. With a primal roar, she fought back, her powerful legs driving her forward as she threw a massive right hook that caught Sui clean on the jaw.
The punch sent Sui staggering, but she quickly recovered, trading blows with Saraya in the center of the ring. It was a brutal exchange, both fighters landing punishing shots to the body and head. The round was close, but Sui’s precision and focus on Saraya’s weakened stomach gave her the edge.
Round 06:
The final round began with both fighters digging deep into their reserves. Saraya’s body ached, her abs burning from the constant assault, but her will remained unbroken. She knew this was her last chance to end it.
Sui came out aggressive, aiming to finish what she had started. She threw a hard right hook at Saraya’s midsection, but this time, Saraya absorbed the blow and countered with a devastating uppercut to Sui’s jaw. Sui’s head snapped back, and her body wavered.
Saraya seized the moment. She unleashed a brutal combination, her fists flying with lethal intent. A powerful left hook connected with Sui’s ribs, followed by a crushing right uppercut to her stomach. Sui doubled over in agony, gasping for air as her body crumpled under the force of the blow.
Saraya stepped in, delivering one final, thunderous right hand to Sui’s head. The punch landed flush, and Sui collapsed to the canvas in a heap, her body unable to take any more punishment.
The referee began the count as Sui lay motionless on the ground, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her senses. But it was too late. She couldn’t get up in time.
Saraya Bevis had won via knockout in the sixth round, her strength and resilience proving too much for Sui to overcome. She stood victorious in the center of the ring, her bruised and battered abs still standing strong, as her rival lay defeated at her feet. The war was over. Saraya had dismantled Sui, one brutal punch at a time.
Official Decision: Saraya Bevis defeats Sui He via KO 6!
AFTER:
Amidst the roar of the crowd and the dull thrum of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Saraya loomed over the crumpled form of Sui He. Her eyes blazed with the fire of combat as she surveyed the damage she had wrought, her victory a testament to her ferocity and determination. As Sui struggled to compose herself and regain her footing, Saraya’s voice cut through the ambient noise like a knife. “Tell Ming Xi that all of your countrywomen will be beneath me,” she declared with an audacious smirk, as if savoring the sweet taste of triumph. The stadium seemed to hold its breath, absorbing the weight of her proclamation—a bold challenge thrown into the ring, a promise of dominance that rang out like a battle cry in the aftermath of conquest.
Saraya was not finished yet. With a gleam of malice in her eyes, she dragged Sui He off the canvas, her movements deliberate and unyielding. The audience watched in breathless anticipation as Saraya methodically positioned Sui He for her signature move—Paige Tap Out. Saraya maneuvered behind Sui, locking one leg around Sui's twisted body before sharply wrenching it upwards in a modified scorpion lock. As Sui's body arched backwards, pain shot through her spine like an electric current. With her hands firmly gripping Sui's chin, Saraya pulled back mercilessly, cranking the pressure up to a paralyzing degree. Sui writhed beneath her, desperately trying to escape the torturous hold, but Saraya’s grip was inescapable, an ironclad vice that sealed her dominance with undeniable finality. The crowd roared in disbelief, their favorite grappler cementing her reputation as an unstoppable force in the ring.
As tears streamed from Sui He's eyes, her anguish apparent in her desperate struggle against Saraya’s relentless hold, Saraya leaned in, her voice dripping with smug confidence. "You’ll never beat me," she sneered, her words slicing through Sui's resolve. "This is MY house," Saraya proclaimed, her declaration reverberating throughout the stadium like a queen asserting her reign over conquered lands. The crowd erupted in a mix of shock and awe at Saraya's brazen display of supremacy, the fierce battle forever marking the ring as her domain.
Finally, after just a beat longer than necessary, Saraya released the hold, feeling the incessant taps of Sui He's desperate submission. She stood, basking in the triumph of her ironclad control, and deliberately placed her boot on Sui He's upper back. The swagger in her stance was undeniable as she posed for the cameras, capturing the scene—a warrior triumphant above her fallen rival. The flashes illuminated the tension and raw intensity of the moment, immortalizing Saraya's domination. Leaving the ring in a blaze of glory, Saraya cast one last glance at Sui He, who lay there in tears, etched into the annals of defeat, as Saraya made her confident exit like a conquering hero relishing her hard-won victory.
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Saraya Bevis:
(32, 5’8”, 120lbs, 8:7 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Sui He:
(35, 5’9.5”, 117lbs, 6:3 FCBA, Fates Boxing)
BEFORE:
The tension in the air was electric, thicker than a fog rolling off the bay. As they circled like fierce predators, Sui He radiated determination in her fiery orange sports bra and sleek grey trunks, while Saraya, glistening in her scarlet red wrestling gear, looked like she was ready to unleash a storm. The crowd roared, anticipation boiling over as each fighter gauged the other, eyes locked in a dance of defiance. You could almost hear the silent promises of destruction in their minds, a battle about to explode in a dazzling display of fists and fury.
Saraya's voice boomed through the stadium, a challenge wrapped in taunts, as she brandished her mic like a scepter of supremacy. Her words cut through the air, primed like a coiled spring ready to detonate. "Do you know why you're going to lose to me tonight?" she blasted, the sneer practically audible. The crowd erupted, a chorus of Saraya's name resounding like an unstoppable tide. With each word, she wove a tapestry of defiance, reminding everyone of past victories against Sui He's kin. The atmosphere was dizzying, a cacophony of excitement as Saraya's proclamation, "Because sweetie, this is my house!" echoed far and wide, reverberating with such intensity that it felt like the very pillars of the stadium shuddered at her declaration.
Saraya flashed a sneer of superiority at Sui He, her eyes glinting with confidence as if she'd already predicted the match’s outcome in her favor. With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she turned on her heel, her every step back to her corner seething with a swagger that set the stadium ablaze with cheers. The weight of her presence rippled through the crowd, each follower feeding off her magnetic aura as if victory were a foregone conclusion. Meanwhile, Sui He, resolute and unfazed, made her way to her corner, determination etched into every line of her frame. Without missing a beat, Saraya tossed the microphone to the ever-graceful Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, who caught it with elegance and ease.
In the melting pot of glitz and grit that was SoFi Stadium, the stakes couldn't have been higher—this wasn't just a brawl, it was an all-out war with reputations, pride, and continental dominance hanging in the balance! Saraya Bevis, this indomitable force of nature, stood as the singular bulwark against Fates Boxing’s ambitious onslaught, an Eastern invasion threatening to crash upon her shores. The Queens of Absolution, unapologetically fierce, had no plans of relinquishing their turf to pretenders and upstarts. The air crackled with tension, every spectator on edge, knowing that this was more than a fight—it was a statement in the making, a battle cry echoing in the hearts of those who dared to dream audaciously. As the world watched, Saraya's determination was a blazing inferno, intent on obliterating any shadow of doubt that dared question her sovereignty in the ring.
And so began ten rounds of lightweight action!
Round 01:
Sui He wasted no time, her footwork quick and graceful as she circled Saraya, looking for an opening. She jabbed toward Saraya’s stomach, testing her defenses early. Saraya’s abs tensed instinctively as she absorbed the light taps, barely acknowledging the effort. She knew Sui was feeling her out, looking for a weakness. With a powerful stance, Saraya returned fire, her punches heavy and sharp. Her fists flew toward Sui’s face, but Sui bobbed and weaved, evading most of the blows.
Midway through the round, Sui struck. She slipped in close, driving a vicious right hook into Saraya’s stomach. Saraya’s body jerked slightly, her muscles flexing hard as she felt the impact reverberate through her core. The blow stung, but it wasn’t enough to slow her down. She responded with a powerful right hook that grazed Sui’s cheek, sending her reeling back.
For the rest of the round, the two exchanged blows in close quarters, each trying to assert dominance. Sui landed a few more body shots, each one testing Saraya’s endurance. Saraya grunted with each strike, her abs tightening to absorb the punishment, but her counters hit hard. When the bell rang, both fighters retreated to their corners, breathing heavily. Sui had narrowly edged out the round on points, her targeted strikes giving her the edge.
Round 02:
Saraya came out in the second round with a new level of aggression. Her eyes were locked on Sui, her powerful thighs propelling her forward as she stalked her rival around the ring. She wasn’t about to let Sui dictate the fight.
Sui tried to maintain her strategy, aiming more jabs at Saraya’s stomach, but this time Saraya was ready. She slipped Sui’s punches and unloaded a devastating right hand that crashed into Sui’s ribcage. The sound of the impact echoed through the arena as Sui’s body twisted under the force of the blow. Sui gasped, her body recoiling in pain as she stumbled backward.
Saraya smelled blood. She pressed forward, her fists flying with relentless force. She threw a barrage of hooks and uppercuts, landing several clean shots on Sui’s midsection. Sui’s once-fluid movement began to falter as Saraya’s power overwhelmed her. A hard right uppercut dug deep into Sui’s stomach, causing her to fold over slightly, her face twisted in agony.
Saraya could feel the momentum shift as she dominated the round, her strength overwhelming Sui. By the time the bell rang, Saraya had won the round decisively. Her abs were still stinging from Sui’s earlier blows, but the pain only fueled her determination.
.
Round 03:
Saraya began the third round with the same ferocity. Sui was breathing harder now, her stomach and ribs visibly reddened from the previous round’s assault. Saraya was relentless, her punches coming faster and harder. Each strike was designed to wear Sui down, and it was working.
Sui tried to return to her bodywork strategy, jabbing at Saraya’s stomach whenever she found an opening. But Saraya’s powerful core held firm. Her abs were bruised, but they were strong—each punch that landed on her stomach only seemed to make her more resolute.
Saraya capitalized on Sui’s growing fatigue. She launched a brutal combination—left jab, right hook, and then a monstrous uppercut straight into Sui’s midsection. The punch landed with a sickening thud, and Sui gasped loudly as her knees buckled. She stumbled back, her face contorted in pain, her arms lowering in a desperate attempt to guard her injured torso.
The rest of the round was a one-sided affair, with Saraya punishing Sui’s body and head with ruthless efficiency. When the bell finally rang, Sui staggered back to her corner, breathing heavily, her stomach heaving in pain. Saraya had taken the round wide on points, her strength and aggression overpowering Sui.
Round 04:
As the fourth round started, Sui knew she needed to regroup. She had taken too much punishment, and her stomach and ribs throbbed with each breath. Saraya, on the other hand, was brimming with confidence. Her muscular abs were sore, but she could feel her rival weakening under her relentless attack.
Sui changed her approach, focusing on precision rather than power. She began to move more cautiously, picking her shots and looking for any signs of openings. Her punches were sharp, targeting Saraya’s exposed midsection once again. This time, her strikes landed cleanly. A sharp jab followed by a swift left hook to Saraya’s abs forced a grunt from her lips. The pain radiated through Saraya’s body as her muscles strained to protect her core, but Sui wasn’t done.
Sui fired another combination, this time mixing body shots with strikes to Saraya’s head. Saraya’s defenses were beginning to falter. A perfectly timed right hand to Saraya’s side sent a wave of pain through her ribs, and Sui capitalized, hammering her opponent with another flurry of punches.
By the end of the round, Saraya was clearly in trouble, her stomach and sides bruised, her abs straining from the relentless punishment. Sui had won the round decisively, clawing her way back into the fight.
Round 05:
Both fighters came out cautiously for the fifth round. Saraya was visibly hurting, her once-imposing physique showing signs of wear. Her abs, while still firm, were clearly suffering from the repeated blows, and every breath she took sent sharp pains through her midsection.
Sui, though also fatigued, pushed forward, knowing she was within reach of victory. She continued her attack on Saraya’s stomach, landing several hard shots that forced Saraya to gasp in pain. But Saraya wasn’t ready to quit. With a primal roar, she fought back, her powerful legs driving her forward as she threw a massive right hook that caught Sui clean on the jaw.
The punch sent Sui staggering, but she quickly recovered, trading blows with Saraya in the center of the ring. It was a brutal exchange, both fighters landing punishing shots to the body and head. The round was close, but Sui’s precision and focus on Saraya’s weakened stomach gave her the edge.
Round 06:
The final round began with both fighters digging deep into their reserves. Saraya’s body ached, her abs burning from the constant assault, but her will remained unbroken. She knew this was her last chance to end it.
Sui came out aggressive, aiming to finish what she had started. She threw a hard right hook at Saraya’s midsection, but this time, Saraya absorbed the blow and countered with a devastating uppercut to Sui’s jaw. Sui’s head snapped back, and her body wavered.
Saraya seized the moment. She unleashed a brutal combination, her fists flying with lethal intent. A powerful left hook connected with Sui’s ribs, followed by a crushing right uppercut to her stomach. Sui doubled over in agony, gasping for air as her body crumpled under the force of the blow.
Saraya stepped in, delivering one final, thunderous right hand to Sui’s head. The punch landed flush, and Sui collapsed to the canvas in a heap, her body unable to take any more punishment.
The referee began the count as Sui lay motionless on the ground, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her senses. But it was too late. She couldn’t get up in time.
Saraya Bevis had won via knockout in the sixth round, her strength and resilience proving too much for Sui to overcome. She stood victorious in the center of the ring, her bruised and battered abs still standing strong, as her rival lay defeated at her feet. The war was over. Saraya had dismantled Sui, one brutal punch at a time.
Official Decision: Saraya Bevis defeats Sui He via KO 6!
AFTER:
Amidst the roar of the crowd and the dull thrum of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Saraya loomed over the crumpled form of Sui He. Her eyes blazed with the fire of combat as she surveyed the damage she had wrought, her victory a testament to her ferocity and determination. As Sui struggled to compose herself and regain her footing, Saraya’s voice cut through the ambient noise like a knife. “Tell Ming Xi that all of your countrywomen will be beneath me,” she declared with an audacious smirk, as if savoring the sweet taste of triumph. The stadium seemed to hold its breath, absorbing the weight of her proclamation—a bold challenge thrown into the ring, a promise of dominance that rang out like a battle cry in the aftermath of conquest.
Saraya was not finished yet. With a gleam of malice in her eyes, she dragged Sui He off the canvas, her movements deliberate and unyielding. The audience watched in breathless anticipation as Saraya methodically positioned Sui He for her signature move—Paige Tap Out. Saraya maneuvered behind Sui, locking one leg around Sui's twisted body before sharply wrenching it upwards in a modified scorpion lock. As Sui's body arched backwards, pain shot through her spine like an electric current. With her hands firmly gripping Sui's chin, Saraya pulled back mercilessly, cranking the pressure up to a paralyzing degree. Sui writhed beneath her, desperately trying to escape the torturous hold, but Saraya’s grip was inescapable, an ironclad vice that sealed her dominance with undeniable finality. The crowd roared in disbelief, their favorite grappler cementing her reputation as an unstoppable force in the ring.
As tears streamed from Sui He's eyes, her anguish apparent in her desperate struggle against Saraya’s relentless hold, Saraya leaned in, her voice dripping with smug confidence. "You’ll never beat me," she sneered, her words slicing through Sui's resolve. "This is MY house," Saraya proclaimed, her declaration reverberating throughout the stadium like a queen asserting her reign over conquered lands. The crowd erupted in a mix of shock and awe at Saraya's brazen display of supremacy, the fierce battle forever marking the ring as her domain.
Finally, after just a beat longer than necessary, Saraya released the hold, feeling the incessant taps of Sui He's desperate submission. She stood, basking in the triumph of her ironclad control, and deliberately placed her boot on Sui He's upper back. The swagger in her stance was undeniable as she posed for the cameras, capturing the scene—a warrior triumphant above her fallen rival. The flashes illuminated the tension and raw intensity of the moment, immortalizing Saraya's domination. Leaving the ring in a blaze of glory, Saraya cast one last glance at Sui He, who lay there in tears, etched into the annals of defeat, as Saraya made her confident exit like a conquering hero relishing her hard-won victory.