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25 August 2023 Saraya Bevis vs Emily Roman

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OFFICIAL FCBA "BOILING POINT" PPV 2023

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 25 August 2023 at 9:46 pm

August 2023 PPV: Saraya Bevis vs Emily Roman

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Saraya Bevis:
(30, 5’8”, 120lbs, 3:7 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Emily Roman:
(19, 5’9”, UNK, 1:1 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)

BEFORE:

Prior to the brutal match, a palpable tension hung in the air as Saraya Bevis and Emily Roman stepped into the ring for the prematch face-off. Saraya, the embodiment of raw power, was clad in a scandalous red leather bikini bra and panties, her attire gleaming like blood under the harsh spotlight. It hugged her muscular frame, accentuating her abs of steel and her sinewy limbs.

Opposite her, Emily Roman stood, resplendent in a bikini bra and panties made from blue and white silk. The soft material clung to every curve, highlighting her own toned abs and athletic figure. The contrast between the two - the savage strength of Saraya and the refined athleticism of Emily - was a spectacle in itself.

"Ready to cry, Roman?" Saraya sneered, her voice echoing through the silent arena. Emily's face remained impassive, her icy blue eyes locked onto Saraya's. "I hope you've said your goodbyes, Bevis," Emily shot back, her words carrying a deadly chill.

The girls stood nose to nose, the tension between them rocketing. Insults were flung back and forth, each one more vicious and cutting than the last. The crowd watched in bated breath, the bubbling feud threatening to explode at any moment.

"Well, aren’t you the pretty one, Roman?" Saraya mocked, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Let's see how pretty you are after I'm done with you." Emily’s retort was equally venomous. "Looking forward to wiping that smug smile off your face, Bevis.”

Security had to intervene, pulling the two girls apart before a punch could be thrown. But the damage was done, the seed of enmity sown. As they retreated to their corners, the girls shot each other one last venomous glare. The match hadn’t even begun yet, but the war was well and truly on.

Round 01:

Round One kicked off with an explosion of energy as Saraya Bevis and Emily Roman squared off in the boxing ring. Saraya, with her abs of chiseled granite and a cocky swagger, looked every bit the invincible warrior. Her demeanour was all about superiority, her physique a testament to her strength. But Emily Roman, slender and apparently weaker, had something else up her sleeve. She went straight for Saraya's rock-hard abs, pounding away with unexpected zeal. Each punch landed with a sickening thud, causing even the indomitable Saraya to wince. The spectators were stunned: Emily wasn't just holding her own against the mighty Saraya, she was winning.

Emily, having found her stride, looked determined as she kept laying into Saraya's iron-clad abs, every punch echoing around the arena. With a devilish grin, she danced away, crying out mockingly, "How's that, Bevis? Your abs feeling a bit tender?" The crowd erupted into laughter as Saraya’s face contorted in a mix of surprise and fury. She retaliated with a snarl, "Is that all you've got, Roman?" But Emily, light on her feet, dodged Saraya’s wild hooks and jabs, her eyes gleaming with mischief and defiance. She shot back, "I'm just getting warmed up, Bevis. Ready for more?" The crowd roared, the tension in the air cutting like a knife, as the first round drew to a close.

The bell for Round One was still ringing in their ears when Emily Roman, the underdog, uncorked a barrage of gut-wrenching hits on Saraya's steel-like abs. Every punch was like a hammer hitting an anvil, echoing around the arena and shocking the crowd to the core. Emily was a whirlwind, her fists flying ferociously, turning Saraya's once impenetrable abs into a pulsating target of pain.

Keeping the pressure on, Emily weaved and bobbed, unleashing vicious jabs and hooks that could have felled a lesser opponent. To the crowd's astonishment, Saraya began to buckle under the relentless assault. But Emily wasn't done yet, not by a long shot.

Licking her lips with wicked delight, she stepped in close, her fists still working Saraya’s midsection like a speed bag. Then, in a move that was pure showmanship, she paused and leaned in, her voice a low, mocking whisper that carried through the stunned silence of the arena. "What's the matter, Bevis? Abs not as tough as they look?" The crowd erupted, echoing Emily's taunts with raucous laughter. Round One belonged to Emily Roman, and she was loving every second of it.

Amid the relentless assault on her abs, Saraya's iron-clad composure began to falter. Emily's relentless blows were having an effect – even the strongest steel can bend under constant pressure. But Saraya wasn't going down without a fight. She retaliated with her own flurry of punches, but Emily nimbly danced out of the way, her focus unshaken.

The round was filled with more than just physical blows – both competitors traded verbal jabs that were as sharp as the punches they were throwing. Saraya, ever the queen of mind games, tried to humiliate Emily, calling out her seemingly weaker physique. But Emily, fired up, shot back, her retorts as fierce as her punches. "Is that all you've got, Bevis?" she'd smirk after dodging a punch, adding a sting to her physical domination. Saraya could only grit her teeth and bear it – this round was Emily’s, fair and square.

Round 02:

As the bell for Round Two rang out, an electrifying shift took place. Saraya Bevis, her pride stung and muscles throbbing from the previous round's punishment, transformed into a force of nature. A hurricane with fists of steel, she was hell-bent on making Emily Roman pay for her audacity.

The audience watched with bated breath as Saraya, her features set in a grim mask of determination, advanced on Emily. The first blow from Saraya was a bone-crushing right hook to Emily's face that sent her reeling. The crowd gasped as Emily staggered back, the impact of the punch leaving her dazed and reeling. "How do you like that, Roman?" Saraya sneered, reveling in the moment of triumph.

Saraya’s fist, heavy as a sledgehammer, came down on Emily's face with a thud that echoed through the silence. You could almost hear the crunch of knuckles against bone, a sound that made the spectators wince. Emily's head jerked violently to the side, her knees buckling under the sheer force of the blow. The crowd was dead silent, taken aback by the sudden display of power. Saraya’s lips curled into a cruel grin, her eyes gleaming with unholy delight at the sight of Emily in pain.

"Can't take it, can you, Roman?" Saraya taunted, her voice dripping with malice. She circled Emily, a predator enjoying the sight of her prey. "You begged for this. Begged to be in the ring with me. And now you're begging for me to stop?" Saraya's laughter was a harsh, grating sound that echoed in Emily's ears, heightening her distress.

Emily, her face a mask of pain, tried to regain her footing. She reached out, as though trying to ward off Saraya, her voice coming out in a pleading whisper. "Stop, Bevis...please." But Saraya, unmoved by Emily's pleas, only sneered in response. "You wanted this, Roman," she snarled. "Now deal with it."

And with that, she launched herself at Emily once again, her fists of steel ready to deliver another punishing blow. The crowd held its breath, and Round Two continued.

Saraya, seeing Emily falter, seized the opportunity to turn the tables. Her fists, each one a pulsating sledgehammer of raw power, worked Emily's body with brutal precision. Saraya targeted Emily’s abs, her punches landing with thudding echoes that reverberated around the boxing ring. Each blow was a declaration of Saraya's strength, her muscle flexing with the exertion.

Emily, once the tormentor, was now the tormented. Her feeble pleas for mercy were drowned out by Saraya’s relentless onslaught. "What’s the matter, Roman?" Saraya taunted, her voice bouncing off the walls and setting the crowd on fire. "Not so cocky now, are we?" The crowd roared their approval, the anticipation of retribution fueling their excitement. Saraya pressed her advantage, her boxing gloves relentless against Emily's weakening defense. The second round was shaping up to be a brutal mirror image of the first, with Saraya asserting her dominance and Emily clinging on to a rapidly fading hope.

Saraya's cruel grin widened, and she kept on, her merciless fists of steel pounding into Emily's abs like a relentless drumbeat of pain. With each hit, Emily staggered back, gasping for breath. The sound of Saraya's fists on Emily's abs echoed around the arena, a grim chorus to the pitiless spectacle unfolding in the ring. Saraya's taunts were a harsh soundtrack to the physical punishment she was delivering, each word a verbal jab that hit as hard as her fists. "Begging already, Roman?" Saraya jeered, her voice carrying easily over the stunned silence of the crowd. Emily's pleas for mercy, desperate and hoarse, were ignored. Saraya only laughed, a low, chilling sound that bounced off the walls of the boxing ring. "You thought you could take me on, didn't you, Roman? Getting a taste of reality now, aren't ya?" With every word, Saraya's fists hammered into Emily's abs, each blow a testament to Saraya's strength and dominance. The crowd watched, wide-eyed and speechless, as Round Two continued to unfold.

But Saraya was far from finished. Like a predator sensing weakness in its prey, she zeroed in on Emily's abs, her fists raining down in a merciless barrage of punches. Each thunderous blow carried the force of a freight train, the power behind them leaving no doubt about Saraya's physical prowess. Emily's abs, once her shield, were now her Achilles' heel, the relentless assault reducing them to a throbbing, quivering mess.

Emily, gasping for breath, tried to protect herself, but Saraya's onslaught was relentless. The crowd watched in morbid fascination as Saraya battered Emily's abs with a brutal intensity, each punch echoing around the hushed arena. "Stop...please..." Emily wheezed, her plea barely audible amid the deafening roar of the crowd. But Saraya, her eyes blazing with a grim triumph, was deaf to her opponent's pleas.

The verbal sparring continued as the warriors traded insults amidst their brutal exchange. Emily, despite her pain, shot back with biting retorts, refusing to give Saraya the satisfaction of a complete victory. "Had enough, Roman?" Saraya taunted, a cruel smile curling her lips. "Never, Bevis," Emily spat back, her spirit undaunted despite her battered body.

The bell sounded the end of Round Two, but the echo of Saraya's triumphant laughter lingered. This round was hers, and she made sure everyone knew it.

Round 03:

As the bell rang to signal the start of Round Three, Emily rose from her corner, a determined look in her eyes. "Ready to feel some real pain, Brit?" she spat, her American accent cutting through the silence. She lunged at Saraya, her fists targeting the steel-hard abs that had delivered so much punishment in the previous round.

Saraya smirked, stepping back to avoid the flurry of punches. "Is that all you've got, Roman?" she taunted, her British accent dripping with contempt. But Emily was relentless, her attacks focused and precise. Each jab landed on Saraya's abs with a satisfying thump, leaving a bruise that was more symbolic than painful. Saraya's smirk evaporated, replaced by a grimace as Emily's punches kept coming, relentless and unyielding.

"Feel that, Bevis?" Emily sneered, her voice hoarse from exertion. "That's the sound of your defeat." And with a sudden swiftness, Emily switched her target, her blows now aimed at Saraya's face. Saraya, caught off guard, stumbled back, her hands rising instinctively to shield her face.

Despite Emily's lesser strength, her punches were calculated, her technique flawless. She danced around Saraya, her feet light and swift, her fists a blur of movement. Each punch was met with a gasp from the crowd, their excitement mounting with every passing second.

Saraya, now on the defensive, tried to deflect the blows, her eyes narrowed in concentration. But Emily was faster, her attacks unpredictable and her speed unmatched. Saraya's face, once a mask of confidence, was now a canvas of bruises, a testament to Emily's relentless assault.

Emily, fueled by the crowd's cheers, pressed her advantage. "Looks like your smile's fading, Bevis," she taunted, her voice ringing out clear and strong. Saraya, her abs and face throbbing with pain, could only grunt in response, her energy focused on withstanding Emily's assault.

The bell sounded, signaling the end of the round. Emily, stepping back, flashed a triumphant smile at the crowd. "Guess it's not over till it's over, huh?" she quipped, her laughter echoing across the ring. Saraya, bruised but unbroken, shot Emily a defiant glare. This round might have gone to Emily, but the match was far from over.

Round 04:

The bell for Round Four echoed through the air, a portent of the brutal showdown to come. Emily, now reinvigorated, shot out of her corner like a bullet, aiming a lightning-quick jab at Saraya's face. Saraya, momentarily taken aback, reeled from the blow. Emily, capitalizing on her momentum, landed a series of rapid-fire punches on Saraya's face, painting a vivid picture of violent artistry.

Saraya, though staggered, kept her footing. She shot back a scathing retort, "Is that all you got, Roman?" The venom in her voice was as potent as her fists. Saraya's retaliatory combo was a devastating display of power, her 'steel fists' connecting with Emily's face in a bone-crunching symphony of violence. Blood splattered, a stark contrast against the pristine canvas of the boxing ring.

Saraya's iron-hard fist crashed into Emily's face, an explosion of raw power that brought a collective gasp from the crowd. This was no ordinary punch; it was a bone-crushing blow that echoed around the arena, a chilling symphony of the violence unfolding in the ring. Saraya's knuckles, as hard as steel, smashed into Emily's cheekbone with a sickening crunch, warping the skin upon impact and sending a shower of blood spattering onto the canvas below.

The blood, a dark and forbidding scarlet, sprayed out in a grotesque arc, droplets splattering onto the pristine white of the ring floor. Each droplet told a tale of pain and defiance, a stark testament to the brutality of the punch. The blood contrasted sharply against the alabaster canvas, its rich hue a grim reminder of the savage beating unfolding in the ring.

"Feeling the burn yet, Roman?" Saraya sneered, a cruel glint in her eyes as she pulled back her blood-spattered fist. Her voice was a low growl, oozing contempt and confidence in equal measures. Her taunt hung in the air, a chilling echo that underscored the brutality of her attack. Saraya's cruel laughter rang out, blending with the shocked gasps of the crowd as she revelled in the carnage she'd unleashed. The ring was her domain, and she was the undeniable queen.

Switching strategy, Saraya began to work Emily's abs, her punches landing with crushing force. Emily, once on the offensive, now found herself on the receiving end of Saraya's wrath. The onslaught was relentless, Saraya's fists hammering into Emily's abs, each punch a proclamation of Saraya's superior strength.

Emily, the pain evident in her eyes, grunted in pain. Her abs, already aching from the previous rounds, were now a throbbing mass of agony. Saraya, seeming to derive a perverse pleasure from Emily's suffering, continued her relentless assault, her fists acting as the instruments of her cruel symphony.

"Awww, can't take it, Roman?" Saraya taunted, a wicked grin on her face. Emily, gasping for breath, could only respond with a weak retort, "You...wish..." But Saraya was relentless, her fists continuing their brutal dance on Emily's abs. Each hit was met with a gasp from Emily, her pleas for mercy growing increasingly desperate.

Saraya, her smirk broadening into an outright sneer, ignored Emily's pleas. "You're not so tough now, are you, Roman?" she jeered, her voice a cruel mockery of Emily's pain. Saraya's fists, a relentless storm of steel, continued to batter Emily's abs, each hit a testament to Saraya's dominance. As the bell for the end of Round Four rang out, Saraya stood triumphant, her gaze daring Emily to rise for another round.

Round 05:

As the bell rang out for Round Five, Emily emerged from her corner like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Her eyes were ablaze with a fierce determination, her body language radiating a newfound energy. "It's time to show you what a real boxer looks like, Bevis!" she snarled, launching herself at Saraya with a ferocity that left the crowd gasping.

Her fists were a blur, striking Saraya's solar plexus with the precision and power of a jackhammer. Each blow was a mini explosion, sending shockwaves coursing through Saraya's body. Emily drilled into Saraya's solar plexus, each punch leaving Saraya gasping for breath, her face contorting with pain.

"You thought you could humiliate me, Bevis?" Emily sneered, her voice echoing around the ring. "You thought you could break me?" She laughed, the sound harsh and mocking. "You're nothing but a jumped-up little British girl playing at being a boxer."

The words were a punch in themselves, a psychological blow that was every bit as damaging as the physical ones. Saraya, gasping for breath, could only watch as Emily raised her fist and delivered a vicious uppercut to her jaw. The impact was brutal, snapping Saraya's head back and sending her stumbling backwards.

And then came the final blow, a punch aimed squarely at Saraya's belly button. "Here's a souvenir for you, Bevis!" Emily taunted as her fist crashed into Saraya's midsection. The force of the punch doubled Saraya over, a gasp of pain escaping her lips. The crowd erupted into cheers as Emily stood victorious, her chest heaving as she glared at the defeated Saraya. "Remember this, Bevis. This round was mine. Next time, it's the match."

Round 06:

As the bell chimed for Round Six, an enraged Saraya burst from her corner like a caged lion unleashed. The venom in her eyes mirrored the venom in her fists as she launched herself at Emily with a ferocity that surpassed all previous rounds.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Saraya's fists of steel made brutal contact with Emily's face, crunching her nose with a sickening sound that echoed around the arena. Emily's face contorted in pain as a gush of crimson blood exploded from her nose, painting an even more gruesome picture on the canvas below.

"Not so pretty now, are we, Roman?" Saraya sneered, her voice as brutal as her punches. Her gaze narrowed menacingly on Emily's abs, the pride and joy of her adversary. "Let's see how those abs hold up now," Saraya growled, her words a chilling promise of the onslaught to come.

With a cruel laugh, Saraya launched her assault on Emily's abs. The punches rained down like a hailstorm, each one more brutal than the last. Emily gasped, her eyes wide with shock and pain as Saraya's blows found their mark. Her knees buckled, but it was Saraya's taunts that truly brought her to her knees.

"Is this the best you can do, Roman?" Saraya jeered, her voice barely audible over the deafening roar of the crowd. "Beg for mercy, why don't you?"

Emily's pleas for mercy were barely a whisper, but they were music to Saraya's ears. Her laughter rang out, a cruel symphony that underscored the brutality of her assault. With a final, savage punch – a haymaker aimed at Emily's already battered face – Saraya sent Emily sprawling to the canvas. The crowd erupted as Emily lay motionless, her chest barely rising and falling. Saraya stood over her fallen adversary, victorious once again, having reclaimed her throne in the boxing ring. The round was over, and it was Saraya who reigned supreme.

Official Decision: Saraya Bevis defeats Emily Roman via KO 6!

AFTER:

Saraya Bevis, standing tall and victorious, looked down at the fallen Emily Roman with a triumphant sneer. She grabbed Emily, her fingers digging into the fabric of the worn-out boxing gear, and hoisted her up like a ragdoll. Emily's body, beaten and weary, dangled helplessly in Saraya's iron grip.

"Look at you, Roman, all battered and bruised," Saraya taunted, her voice dripping with scorn. Her free hand found its way to Emily's abs again, each poke a reminder of the grueling match. Emily winced, her abs still throbbing from the relentless onslaught. "Can't even hold yourself up, can you?" Saraya jeered, her laughter filling the silent arena.

Saraya's hand slid up Emily's torso, almost tenderly, before it clamped onto her face. Emily's eyes shot open as Saraya leaned in, her tongue snaking out to trace a slow, mocking path across Emily's cheek. "You taste just as weak as you fight," Saraya murmured, the words barely a whisper against Emily's skin.

The cruel laughter echoed in the silence as Saraya lowered Emily's limp body to the ground, pinning her down with her muscular frame. Saraya's breasts smothered Emily's face, effectively silencing any retort Emily might have mustered. "Shh, Roman. It's nap time," Saraya cooed, her voice a chilling contrast to her brutal actions.

As Emily's consciousness started to wane, Saraya's insults were the last thing she heard. A humiliating defeat, marked by Saraya's cruel words and even crueler actions. The match was over, and Emily was left with nothing but the bitter taste of defeat, the throbbing pain of her abs, and the haunting memory of Saraya Bevis's triumphant laughter.