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BBU AFTER DARK

Posted by caspian2 on 17 July 2024 at 4:03 pm

(Results: Vassago, Words: Caspian)

CBAD: Ela Kawalec vs. Barbara Palvin

Tale of the Tape

Ela Kawalec:

Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 121 lbs
Record: 11-1-0 BBU (11 KO)
Stable: SIRENs
Nationality: Polish

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Barbara Palvin:

Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 121 lbs
Record: BBU Debut
Stable: Fighting Models Francise
Nationality: Hungarian

BEFORE:
We’re holding steady in the SIRENs Headquarters in downtown Edinburgh, as models Ela Kawalec and Barbara Palvin prepare for their upcoming bout. The conference room, adorned with the SIRENs' banners and the BBU insignia, is filled with journalists, photographers, and fans eager to see the face-off between these two stunning models.

Ela, the Polish model, fighting out of the SIRENs stable, stands confidently at the podium. Her recent victories and intense training regime have made her a formidable opponent. She’s dressed in a stylish black tracksuit to the side, her arms crossed over her chest.

Palvin, the Hungarian beauty, approaches the microphone with a relaxed demeanor. Known for her versatility and strong presence in the ring, Barbara is ready to prove herself over this side of the Atlantic. Clad in a simple white blouse and jeans, she appears calm but focused.

"Barbara might have had her moments in the FCBA,” Ela starts first. “But let's face it, she’s over here because she couldn't cut it over there. I’m not just looking to win—I’m going to knock her out and make a statement. Barbara’s just another stepping stone on my path to the top of the BBU."

“Failed fighter? Is that what you think, Ela?” Palvin bites back. “I've faced tougher opponents than you in the FCBA. Ratajkowski put you on your back multiple times, and I’m going to do the same. You’ll regret underestimating me."

The conference heats up as journalists ask probing questions about their strategies and past encounters. Both girls exchange a few barbed comments, their competitive spirits evident.

"I've seen Barbara's fights, and while she has the power, I don't think she's faced mine. I'm going to outmaneuver her and land my shots where they hurt the most,” Kawalec says.

"Ela’s going to feel every punch," Palvin counters. “She’s the one who’s failed in the ring, and I’m gonna take advantage of that.”

The weigh-ins are conducted on a raised platform, flanked by banners bearing the logos of the BBU and SIRENs. A digital scale is positioned center stage, with photographers and reporters gathered around.

Ela steps forward first, slipping off her tracksuit to reveal her bra and panties set underneath, as well as a toned physique. The blonde’s muscles are well-defined, showcasing the results of her rigorous training. Her abs are taut, her legs strong and sculpted as she steps onto the scale, her eyes fixed straight ahead to the crowd.

Next, Palvin approaches the scales, her demeanor equally confident. She peels off her own layers of clothing to reveal a simple bikini top and bottoms, highlighting her curves and muscle tone. The Hungarian’s frame is slightly broader, her shoulders strong, and her legs powerful. She steps onto the scale, a determined look on her face.

Then, both beauties stand inches apart, hands on their hips, their bodies radiating tension and competitiveness. The crowd falls silent as the two models lock eyes, neither willing to look away first. The similarities and differences in their physiques are striking. Standing at 5’8”, Ela’s build is leaner and promises more agility. Her muscles are compact and well-defined, with a visible definition to her midriff that emphasizes her core strength.

While at 5’9”, Barbara’s frame is slightly taller and broader. Her muscles are more prominent, particularly in her shoulders and thighs, indicating her coiled power. Her abs are firm, but less defined than Ela’s, showcasing a different kind of strength built for resilience and impact. As they glare at each other, their breaths are steady, but the intensity in their eyes speaks volumes.

"You’re going down, Barbs. You don’t belong here."

"We’ll see about that, Ela. I’m not the one who’s going to be left on the canvas."

As the press conference concludes, both fighters back away on command, leaving the stage, ready to finalize their preparations for the showdown. Only one model will emerge victorious in this CBAD match-up!

24 hours later, Ela is the first to make her entrance, stepping out from the locker rooms to a roar of applause. Her entrance music, a high-energy techno beat, pulses through the hall. She’s dressed in a sleek black sports bra and matching bikini bottoms, and her gloves are a striking red. She moves with a confident stride, and as she reaches the ring, she mounts the steps and slips between the ropes, bouncing lightly on her feet as she tests the canvas. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail.

Moments later, Barbara makes her entrance. Her music, a powerful rock anthem, echoes through the hall as she strides towards the ring, wearing a white sports bra and blue bikini bottoms, the colors highlighting her tanned skin and muscular frame. Her gloves are a vibrant blue, and as she climbs into the ring, her eyes locked onto Ela. Her brunette hair is styled in a high bun, keeping it out of her face and giving her a fierce, no-nonsense look.

Awaiting the bell in her corner, Ela stretches and bounces on her toes. She exchanges a few words with her trainer, who gives her a final pep talk and adjusts her gloves. But her eyes never leave Barbara, and she takes a deep breath, centering herself for the battle ahead.

Across the ring, Barbara does the same, rolling her shoulders and stretching her arms. Her trainer adjusts her gloves and offers last-minute advice. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself for the fight ahead.

The referee goes over the rules, but neither fighter seems to be listening, their attention solely on each other. Back in their corners, there goes the bell with a DING! DING! DING!, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!

ROUND 1:
Both fighters step out of their corners, gloves up and eyes locked onto each other. The crowd leans in as the two models circle, each waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Ela's stance is loose and relaxed, her guard slightly lowered as she bounces lightly on her toes. Her eyes are sharp, but there's a hint of overconfidence in her movements. She's looking to feel out her opponent in these opening moments, but her relaxed guard leaves her vulnerable. Barbara, on the other hand, is all business. Her guard is high and tight, her focus laser-sharp. She moves inwards with purpose, her eyes fixed on Ela's face, looking for any opening she can exploit. The first jab from Barbara comes fast and hard, snapping Ela's head back. The blonde’s eyes widen in surprise, her guard coming up just a tad too late. And Barbara doesn't let up, following the jab with another quick one-two combo that lands cleanly on Ela’s cheeks. Barbara presses her advantage, moving in close and letting her fists fly all over, exploiting Ela's guard that’s all over the place, trying to recover from the initial barrage. A sharp hook catches Ela on the jaw, stunning her momentarily, before Barbara follows up with a series of body shots under the arms, her gloves thudding into the blonde’s midsection, forcing Ela to grunt with each impact, her body folding slightly as she tries to absorb.

"Come on, Ela! Keep your guard up!" shouts her trainer from the corner, but Ela is too busy trying to fend off Barbara's swings. She manages to get her guard back up, but another straight right lands flush on her nose, causing her to stagger back with a groan. But Barbara doesn't give her any room to breathe, stepping forward and landing another powerful uppercut that snaps her head back again with a crack! Meanwhile, the crowd is on its feet, the excitement in the room reaching a fever pitch. Barbara is DOMINATING the fight from the very start, leaving the poor Siren reeling. With Ela backed into a corner, she unloads with a series of hooks to the blonde’s body and head. Kawalec’s guard is weak, her movements sluggish as she tries to defend herself, as more gloves sink into her ribs and stomach, each punch driving the air from her lungs. Too early, her eyes are glazed, her legs wobbling as she tries to stay upright, and Barbara steps back for a moment, sizing up her faltering opponent before delivering a final, powerful hook to the side of her head. Immediately, the Polish girl’s body slumps against the ropes, her arms hanging limply by her sides! OUCH!! Thankfully, the bell rings soon after, and Palvin steps back with a satisfied smirk on her face, raising both her gloves in victory. It’s clear as day which girl has won the opening round wide!

ROUND 2:
Both fighters step out with renewed determination, and the crowd roars, eager to see if Ela can recover from the beating she took in the first round. Her stance is more focused now, her guard higher and tighter. Her eyes are locked on Barbara, a fierce determination burning within them, as she bounces forward, ready to make a statement. By contrast, Barbara, confident from her dominant first round, comes out strong but perhaps a bit too relaxed. Her guard is up, but there's a slight complacency in her movements, and the two fighters meet in the center of the ring, exchanging quick jabs to the face and body. Palvin lands a few sharp shots to the nose, but Ela absorbs them with her guard, her focus unbroken, before retaliating with a powerful hook that connects with the side of the Hungarian girl’s jaw, causing her to stagger slightly. Instantly, the crowd cheers, sensing a shift in momentum!

With both their defenses struggling, the fight turns into a slugfest. Both girls plant their feet and let their fists fly! Ela finds her rhythm, her punches coming fast and hard, adrenaline taking over as he targets Barbara’s body, her gloves pounding into her foe’s ribs and stomach with malicious force. Each glove packs in with a deep, satisfying thud, driving the air from Barbara’s lungs. Above, Palvin winces with each impact, her guard faltering, and Ela capitalizes on this, throwing a vicious uppercut that catches her under the chin, snapping her head back, making her eyes widen in shock as she stumbles back.

Later, Barbara tries to fight back, her gloves swinging wildly in the air. She lands a few solid shots to the head and body, but they lack the precision and power of the first round, her movements slower and more labored. Ela ducks under a wild swing and delivers a crushing blow to the center of her midsection. Barbara doubles over, gasping for breath, allowing the Polish beaut to grab her by the shoulders and straighten her back up, before delivering MORE brutal hooks to the sides of her ribs. Snarling in her face, Palvin’s body jerks with each impact, her face contorted in pain. And the crowd is on its feet, the noise deafening as they cheer for Ela’s comeback! The sound of leather on flesh echoes through the hall, each punch landing with a resounding CRACK! Ela’s in full control now, her punches alternating between head and body shots, each swing driving Barbara back further towards the ropes! Palvin’s guard is weak, her movements sluggish as she tries to cover up for now, but takes another powerful hook to the temple, which staggers her clean into the ropes. Another swift series of jabs to the face, each snapping her head back, and Barbara’s eyes are glazed over, her legs wobbling as she tries to stay upright! Thankfully, this time round, the bell rings to save the Hungarian fighter, and Ela is forced to step back, a fierce look of determination on her face as she watches her slump against the ropes, breathing hard. We’ve definitely got a slobberknocker on our hands, folks!

ROUND 3:
Barbara, eyes ablaze, charges forward with her guard up, her eyes locked onto Ela. Her body is tense and coiled, determined to turn the tide yet again. Ela, still riding the high of her dominant second round, steps out with her own confidence. But there's a slight hesitation in her movements, a hint of the punishment she has already endured. Palvin’s gloves come flying in first, a flurry of punches that Ela tries to block and weave, but her speed and aggression are soon overwhelming. A powerful hook catches Ela square on the side of her jaw, snapping her head to the side and making her legs buckle beneath her. Just like that, Kawalec takes several drunken steps to the side before SHE CRUMPLES DOWN to all fours, gasping for breath, a look of shock on her face! It’s an early KNOCKDOWN for Palvin, who pumps her fists in the air as the referee steps in, starting the count!

“One… two… three…” Ela’s eyes flutter as she struggles to regain her senses. She blinks rapidly, her vision blurry. She tries to push herself up, her muscles trembling with effort. “Four… five… six…” Ela gets one foot under her, pushing herself up, swaying slightly as she stands. “Seven…” And the Siren is back on her feet, but she looks stunned! Her body is shaking, her breaths coming hot and heavy. The referee checks her over, then signals for the fight to continue!

AND HERE COMES PALVIN, charging right back at Ela with renewed fury. She throws a barrage of punches aimed for the killer KO blow, before her gloves travel south below the guard to pound into Ela’s breasts and belly. Each punch is swung in with force, Palvin turning those hips and letting her glove rip, lifting Ela’s lurching form slightly off the canvas with each impact. Punches to her breasts make them bounce and jiggle, the pain evident on the Polish blonde’s face. Then, Barbara targets the wilting girl’s belly next, her gloves digging into the soft flesh with sickening force, forcing her abs to ripple under the assault, her body folding inwards with each blow.

Of course, Ela tries to defend herself, her arms coming up to block the worst of the punches. But Barbara is relentless, her fists finding their mark again and again. Ela’s body is trembling, her muscles straining to withstand the punishment. She continues to POUND away at her midsection, each packed glove driven deeper and deeper into her abdomen. Ela gasps with each hit, her breath coming in short, painful bursts. In the final moments of the round, Barbara shifts her focus back to Ela’s chest. Her fists slam into her breasts from beneath and the side, her gloves bouncing off the orbs and making them bounce as well. Ela heaves, tries to push Barbara away, but her movements are weak and uncoordinated. Finally, the bell rings, and valiantly, she’s survived this onslaught! Barbara steps back with a pull on the shoulder by the referee, and there’s a fierce look of satisfaction on her face as she watches Ela struggle to stay upright against the ropes. This early and we’ve got one hell of a knockdown, and who knows what the rest of this fight might hold!

ROUND 4:
Ela knows she needs to survive this round to have any chance of winning. She steps in close, wrapping her arms around Barbara’s waistline early, locking in a tight clinch. The two fighters grapple, their bodies pressed together as they struggle for dominance. Barbara growls in frustration, her arms pinned to her sides by the close proximity and wrestling tactics. “Cheap tricks, Ela? That all you’ve got?” she grunts, trying to shove Ela away by her shoulders and hips. But Ela holds on, refusing to let Barbara get the space she needs to launch another knockout attempt. Their bodies are locked together, muscles straining. Barbara tries to break free, using her strength to push her back. Ela, however, keeps her grip tight, her head tucked against Barbara’s shoulder to avoid any stray punches from sailing in. For the next thirty seconds, both girls dance around the ring, the clinch denying Barbara the chance to land her powerful shots and end this fight. Mid-Round, Barbara finally manages to break free from the clinch, pushing Ela away with a sudden burst of strength. She immediately goes on the offensive, her gloves flying as she aims for her head and body. But Ela blocks and dodges on instinct, weaving back with her movements quick and precise. With the clock ticking down, Barbara’s frustration mounts. She throws a wild hook in the air, but Ela ducks under it and to the side, before blazing forward and launching a powerful right hook that crashes back into the Hungarian girl’s cheek. Barbara’s head snaps back, her eyes wide with shock! And Ela doesn’t stop there! It’s the signal for her to rush in, and she follows up with a flurry of lefts and rights, sudden combos smacking into the face and body, making Barbara stagger backwards, her guard faltering. Before she can get driven into the ropes, however, the bell rings, signaling the end of the round. Ela steps back, her chest heaving with exertion, confident of having stemmed the tide, whilst Barbara stumbles slightly to hers, a look of frustration and disbelief on her face. She glares at Ela, who meets her gaze with a steely stare as well.

ROUND 5:
Barbara starts strong, using her reach advantage to keep Ela at bay. She lands a solid jab to the blonde’s face, snapping her head back, then follows up with a swift combination, her gloves thudding downwards into her ribs and belly. Ela grunts in pain, her guard momentarily slipping from the unexpected attack. She struggles to regain her footing, backing away, trying to create some distance, but Barbara presses forward, landing another jab clean to the nose. Suddenly, Palvin swings for the fences, hoping to score lucky twice. But Ela slips to the side and counters with a sharp uppercut that bashes into the bottom of her chin. Ouff! The punch lifts Barbara suddenly onto her toes, her eyes widening in surprise, her mouth hanging open. And Ela SEES HER CHANCE, steps in, her gloves flying as she launches a counterattack! Gloves smack into Barbara’s face and body with satisfying thud thud thus, forcing Barbara’s head back with each hit, the Hungarian girl’s guard faltering as more lefts and rights sail in to target the midsection, leather sinking into her abs and forcing her to double over. Barbara tries to fight back with the odd swing for the head, but Ela’s onslaught is too much. She stumbles back, her back hitting the ropes as Ela drives more of her punches home! With the crowd roaring, Ela flies into a rage! She gnashes her teeth, then grabs onto Barbara by the shoulders, propping her up against the ropes. Her eyes are filled with malice as she drives a series of brutal hooks across Palvin’s stunned face! THWACK! A right hand slams clean into the cheek, sending a spray of sweat into the air. Barbara’s head snaps to the side, her body slumping against the ropes, when WHAM! Another hook sails in from Ela’s left, this time smacked into the jawline, causing Palvin to reel back, her eyes glazing over. The bell can be heard overhead, and the referee has to rush in at the end of the round, pulling Ela off before she can do any more damage. The Polish girl’s chest heaves with exertion, her eyes still blazing with rage as she glares at both the official and her opponent. The referee issues a stern warning to the Siren, but Ela barely hears it, her focus entirely on wanting to batter the brunette further. Meanwhile, Barbara slumps against the ropes, her face bruised and swollen. She breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to recover. But her eyes flicker with both pain and defiance, refusing to back down despite the beating she has taken.

ROUND 6:
Immediately, Ela charges out of her corner with renewed energy, her eyes locked onto Palvin across. She slips under the brunette’s guard and lands a brutal hook to the side of her ribs, right under her breasts, making her grunt in pain. Ela’s on fire now, sensing the ending in her favor. She doesn’t let up, following with a sharp uppercut to the chin, which slams into her arms and snags her on the chin, forcing her head upwards and her to stagger. Palvin’s in trouble, struggling to keep her guard up, her movements sluggish after the punishment she took in the previous round. She tries to fend off the assault but is met with another hard right hook to the stomach -- she gasps, her body folding slightly from the impact. Here comes Kawalec, her gloves flying in and aimed both high and low for Barbara’s face and body. THUD! A powerful cross connects with the cheek, causing her to stumble back into the ropes and her legs to wobble. Her back hits the ropes and she manages to throw a weak jab in response, but Ela easily swats it away and counters with a vicious uppercut that sinks into the solar plexus. Barbara’s eyes widen in shock, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she doubles over in pain, Kawalec’s glove drilled into her tummy flesh just above her navel. Still reeling, Ela merely steps back and then launches a devastating right hook that catches her square on the jaw -- CRACK! The impact sends her spinning, Palvin CRASHING down to the canvas, her body hitting the mat with a heavy thud! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN from Ela Kawalec, and the crowd erupts, the sound of their cheers filling the sports hall!

The referee immediately starts the count, standing over the fallen Palvin, as she lies on the mat, dazed and struggling to focus. “One… two… three…” She can be seen from the side blinking rapidly, her vision blurry as she tries to push herself up. Her body trembles with effort, her muscles protesting as she fights to get back on her feet. “Four… five… six…” Ela paces in the neutral corner, her eyes never leaving Barbara. She can taste victory, her fists clenching and unclenching as she waits for the referee’s count to finish. “Seven… eight… nine…” Just as the referee is about to call the fight, Barbara shoves herself upwards, barely making it to her feet by the count of nine! She sways unsteadily, her legs weak but her spirit unbroken. There’s a grimace on her face, but also on Kawalec, who really thought this fight was over!

Seeing Barbara on her feet, there’s renewed fire in Ela’s eyes. When the bell rings, the blonde fighter STRIDES forward, determined to finish the fight! Palvin barely has time to cover up before a wild right hook sails towards her head, which KNOCKS her silly again, half-spinning down the ropes! Barbara groans and tries to cover up, her arms taking most of the punishment, as she raises them and locks her guard over her chin, as Ela’s fists hammer away. Ela’s loves repeatedly slam into Barbara's forearms with dull thuds, the force driving them back against her face and chest. Each impact causes Barbara's body to jolt violently, her breaths come out ragged as she fights to stay upright, especially when the blonde switches her attacks, aiming lower to circumvent her defenses. Her fists sink into Barbara's belly, the leather digging into the soft flesh with sickening squelches. Barbara's abdomen contracts sharply with each hit, her torso bending forward involuntarily as she struggles to maintain her balance, the repeated blows leaving visible indentations all over her torso. Soon, Palvin’s legs begin to buckle slightly with each hit, her knees trembling as they struggle to support her weight. And whenever she tries to lower her arms, her head gets snapped to the side from a particularly stiff blow sent to her chin, her eyes momentarily rolling before she regains focus again. Desperation sets in as Barbara uses her elbows to protect her ribs, but Ela’s fists find their mark, at one point physically muscling her way in and shoving away at those battered arms, before slipping her fists through to pack more leather into her already battered abdomen, making her body quiver and her muscles tensing and releasing in a futile attempt to absorb. When the bell rings, Palvin has survived the late-round attack, but at what cost? The referee steps in to separate the fighters, and Ela, equally tired, can only glare daggers at Barbara, frustrated that she couldn’t finish her off. Barbara's lower body sways slightly, her legs visibly trembling from the strain. Her abdomen pulses with each labored breath, her tummy struggling to recover from the onslaught. Despite the exhaustion, there's a flicker of determination in her eyes, a silent vow to withstand the storm and fight back in the next round.

ROUND 7:
And Kawalec CHARGES out of her corner with renewed vigor, eyes locked on Palvin, who looks visibly worn from the previous round's onslaught! Ela knows this is her moment to seize victory. Desperate to buy herself some time and recover, Barbara moves in close, attempting to clinch with Ela just as the blonde had done earlier in the fight. She wraps her arms around Ela’s shoulders, trying to pull her into a tight embrace to limit the damage. But Ela is ready. She anticipates the move and swiftly gets her arms inside the clinch, leveraging her position to create space to brawl even within Barbara’s grasp. With her arms now in prime position, Ela unleashes: short-ranged uppercuts and hooks smack repeatedly into the brunette’s midsection and ribs, making Barbara’s body jerk with each impact, her abs contracting and her breaths coming out in sharp, pained gasps on Kawalec’s shoulder. Ela then targets Barbara's head, delivering a brutal right hook that snaps her head to the side, followed by another left uppercut that cuts through her arms and snaps into her chin. Barbara's legs BUCKLE as she struggles to maintain her balance, yet Ela doesn’t let up, driving more fists into her already bruised and battered belly. Each punch is drilled in, the blonde’s glove sinking deeper into Barbara's stomach, causing her to double over into her foe’s arms, her knees giving way as she tries to stay upright. A final, crushing hook lands to stunned girl’s temple, sending her SPRAWLING off to the side, before Palvin crashes down to the canvas, her body collapsing in a heap! And it’s another KNOCKDOWN for Kawalec! This time, however, Palvin looks spent, lying there flat on her back, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to draw breath. The referee steps in, beginning the count, but the fight has clearly been knocked out of her. She makes a feeble attempt to rise, her body trembling with the effort, but it’s clear she won’t make it in time. As the count reaches the final Ten, she falls back to the mat, her eyes shut, and her body too exhausted to continue! Just like that, the referee waves his arms overhead, signaling the END of this fight!

Official Result: Ela Kawalec defeats Barbara Palvin via KO7!

AFTER:
Kawalec doesn't waste any time savoring her triumph. She strips off her gloves, tossing them aside, and makes her way over to Palvin, who is still on the canvas, dazed and struggling to regain her composure.

The Polish girl reaches down with glee, grabbing a handful of her disheveled hair. With a firm grip, she hauls Barbara slowly up to her knees. And Barbara can only wince from below, her eyes barely open, her mouth open and gumshield sticking out, still reeling from the knockout punch.

The crowd watches in a mix of awe and discomfort as Ela asserts her dominance. Standing tall and victorious, she looks down at the defeated girl and grins. "Still think you could have taken me?" she sneers. "You’re nothing but a failed fighter. You don’t belong in the ring with me."

Forced to stare up at the victor, Barbara's face is twisted with pain and humiliation. Her lips part as if to respond, but no words come out. She’s too stunned, too exhausted to offer any retort. Her body remains on her knees, still swaying slightly, held up only by Ela’s grip on her hair.

With a final, dismissive look, Ela shoves her aside, releasing her grip on her hair. Barbara falls to the mat, her body sprawling out in a heap, clearly defeated. The Siren stands over her for a moment, soaking in the scene, before turning to acknowledge the cheers of the crowd.

She raises her arms high, basking in the adulation of her supporters. She’s proven her strength and skill, leaving no doubt about her superiority in the ring tonight. As she exits the ring, her eyes are already set on her future opponents, ready for whatever challenges lie ahead.

Meanwhile, Barbara’s corner rushes to her aid, helping her to a sitting position. She’s breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to recover from the brutal fight. Despite her defeat, there's a flicker of determination in her eyes, a promise to come back stronger next time.