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22 November 2023 Saraya vs Olivia Ponton

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QUEENS OF ABSOLUTION ANNIVERSARY @ KIA FORUM PPV

Posted by Queens of Absolution on 22 November 2023 at 2:11 am

Queens Anniversary: Saraya vs Olivia Ponton (AMDD)

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

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

Olivia Ponton:
(21, 5’8”, 121lbs, 1:2 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)

BEFORE:

Paige stepped into the ring, her red wrestling attire clinging to her like a second skin. The vibrant hue, reminiscent of a blazing fire, emphasized her unwavering determination as she prepared to dominate the arena. Every stitch of her outfit accentuated her sculpted physique, a testament to the countless hours of intense training she had dedicated to perfecting her craft. Her chiseled abs, resembling solid stone, served as a focal point, showcasing her core strength and unwavering power.

Continuing upwards, her torso appeared lean and tight, a result of her disciplined diet and rigorous exercise regimen. It seamlessly flowed into her well-defined, muscular arms, which were poised and ready to deliver devastating blows to any opponent brave enough to step into the ring with her. The crimson boxing gloves she wore mirrored the fiery intensity in her eyes, a reflection of the ferocity that burned within her.

As Paige stood there, a vision of captivating power, her formidable presence served as a clear declaration of her intent to conquer. The crowd could feel the electricity in the air, their anticipation building as they witnessed the embodiment of strength and determination before them. With each step she took, the impact of her presence resonated throughout the arena, creating an aura of both respect and fear.

In that moment, Paige was more than just a wrestler. She was a force to be reckoned with, an inspiration to all who aspired to push their physical and mental limits. Her unwavering dedication, her relentless pursuit of greatness, and her unyielding spirit made her an icon in the world of wrestling. And as she stood there, ready to unleash her skills upon the ring, there was no doubt that she was destined for greatness.

Across the ring, Olivia Ponton stood draped in an ensemble that was a stark contrast to Saraya's fire-engine red outfit. Draped in a cool, glacial blue attire, Olivia's athletic gear clung to her in a way that accentuated her lean and lithe frame. The icy blue hue was a testament to her cool and calm demeanor, a stark contrast to the fiery determination burning in Saraya’s eyes.

Her outfit, a blend of form-fitting fabrics, highlighted the firm and toned muscles of her abs and torso. Every ripple and muscle contour on her body was testament to her own hours of grueling training, each one a story of sweat, perseverance, and discipline. Olivia’s body was a testament to her commitment, a physical manifestation of her dedication, and proof of the hard work she had put into preparing for this showdown.

Her gloves, matching the color of her gear, were clenched, ready to dish out her own set of powerful punches. Her doe-like eyes, however, held an icy determination, a silent promise of the storm that was about to unleash. As she stood there, her athletic silhouette was a vision of quiet strength and understated power, evoking both awe and anticipation in the spectators as they waited for the match to commence.

The bout was a special one, unlike any other, a dance of brutality with AMD rules in effect. This wasn't just a test of strength, this was a contest of abs, an excruciating examination of the endurance and resiliency of the torso. Every punch, every blow was directed at the core, the centered power, violently testing the limits of their sculpted abs. AMD - Abs Meet Destruction, as it was aptly called, was a brutal, body-breaking rule set that turned the ring into a thunderous field of battle where survival meant withstanding an onslaught directed at the very center of their strength. This was not for the faint-hearted, it was for warriors, for gladiators, for those who dared to push their limits and face the pain head-on. And in this arena of sweat and tears, Paige and Olivia were about to prove their mettle.

Round 01:

As the bell sounded, signaling the beginning of the savage dance, Olivia lunged at Saraya with a fiery determination in her eyes. Her punches, aimed with precision at Saraya's abs, were swift and brutal. Yet, they seemed to bounce off the solid wall of muscle as if they were nothing more than light brushes of a feather. Saraya's abs, carved out of solid steel, refused to yield under Olivia's relentless assault. The fiery redhead stood her ground, her rock-hard abs absorbing the blows effortlessly.

In retaliation, Saraya unleashed a storm of her own. Her fists, like sledgehammers, drilled into Olivia's abs with such brutal force that it was akin to watching a wrecking ball tear through a building. Each punch from Saraya was like a crushing wave, pushing Olivia back physically and mentally. With each blow, Olivia's torso shuddered, her breath hitched, and her face contorted with pain.

Despite the brutal onslaught, Olivia refused to step down. She pushed back, striking with everything she had left, yet her fists felt like they were hitting an impenetrable wall. It was as if she were facing Evi herself, her punches being repelled with disdain.

By the end of the round, the relentless pummeling from Saraya had taken its toll. Olivia was left gasping for breath, her body bent over from the pain. Her punches had lost their initial strength, becoming more desperate as she struggled to stay on her feet.

The bell sounded again, marking the end of the brutal first round. Saraya walked back to her corner, barely winded, her abs still standing strong and unyielding. She had won round one, not by a massive margin, but by a close and decisive point victory. Olivia, on the other hand, was left to comprehend the raw power that she was up against. The first round had been a brutal reminder of the warrior that Saraya was, and what it would take to overcome her.

Round 02 & 03:

As the bell sounded for the second round, a renewed determination shone in Olivia’s eyes. She had taken a beating in the first round, but she was far from defeated. As the round commenced, she moved with a swift agility, her fists flying as she targeted Saraya’s midsection. Then, in a twist that shocked the entire arena, Olivia found Saraya's weak spot – her belly button.

Each punch she landed on that spot seemed to elicit a grimace from Saraya, and the crowd watched in stunned silence as Olivia turned the tables. She hammered away at Saraya's weak point, each punch landing with a deadly precision that reverberated through the redhead's body. The crowd watched in disbelief as Saraya's invincibility seemed to wane under the relentless assault. Olivia had turned the second round into a stunning display of her resilience and strategic prowess, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats.

Going into the third round, Olivia had the momentum, and she didn't let up. Again, she targeted Saraya's vulnerable belly button, her fists driving into the spot with a relentless force that had the crowd on their feet. Saraya, visibly shaken, tried her best to defend herself, her rock-hard abs tightening with each gut-wrenching punch. But Olivia was relentless, her icy determination unwavering as she pressed her attack.

As the round neared its end, Olivia, fueled by her dominance, decided to go for Saraya’s solar plexus, hoping to deal the final blow. But Saraya's abs, hardened by years of rigorous training, held up. Every punch Olivia threw seemed to bounce back as if hitting a wall of steel, causing her to wince in pain. The final seconds of the round saw Olivia literally hurting her hands on Saraya's unyielding abs, a testament to Saraya's incredible core strength.

The bell sounded, marking the end of a dramatic third round. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the arena as they celebrated the breathtaking display of resilience and strength from both women. The tables had turned, and the match was now anyone's game.

Round 04 & 05:

As the bell signaled the commencement of the fourth round, a different Saraya emerged from her corner. Her face was masked with a steely determination, her eyes glinting with a cold, predatory glimmer. An audible hush fell over the crowd as Saraya, like a lioness stalking her prey, advanced towards Olivia. This was the resurgence they'd been waiting for, the brutal beast-mode of Saraya that could turn the tides. And indeed, it did. Saraya's fists pounded into Olivia's abs with a terrifying force, each punch reverberating through the ring. Her blows were brutal, unyielding, an unrestrained display of her raw power. Olivia was knocked back, her feet stumbling as she tried to maintain her balance. The relentless assault pushed Olivia's abs to their very limits, the pain etched onto her face a stark contrast to the triumphant sneer on Saraya's.

Round five began with the crowd buzzing with anticipation. Saraya, dominating the fourth round, was back with a vengeance. And then it happened. Saraya, with an almost cruel smile, shoved her fist into Olivia's upper stomach. The force was such that it seemed to echo throughout the entire arena, a gut-wrenching, bone-shaking blow that doubled Olivia over in agony. Olivia crumpled onto the canvas, her body curled in a protective huddle as she cradled her stomach, her breaths coming out in short, gasping pants. Saraya, standing over her fallen opponent, taunted, "Come on b*tch! You want more!" Her words echoed through the silent arena, a chilling testament to the savage display of power that had just unfolded. Olivia lay there, a pained groan escaping her lips as the bell sounded, marking the end of the round, and Saraya, standing tall and victorious, reveled in her brutal comeback.

Official Decision: Saraya defeats Olivia Ponton via Belly Punch KO 5!

AFTER:

As the dust settled and the crowd's cheers filled the arena, the referee, a stoic figure amidst the chaos, gestured for silence. He took Saraya's wrist, lifting it high above her head, a clear sign of the redhead's dominance. The crowd erupted once more at the sight, their cheers echoing off the walls of the arena. Saraya, better known as Paige, stood tall in the center of the ring, her victorious grin as fierce as it was triumphant.

With a final glance at her raised hand, she turned her attention to the fallen figure of Olivia Ponton. She strode over, her every move radiating a predatory confidence that held the audience captive. Reaching the fallen Olivia, Paige grabbed her by the hair, yanked her up to her feet, and in a display of brazen power, roared at her opponent, "This is my house!" The words reverberated through the silent arena, a chilling declaration of dominance that left no room for doubt.

Before Olivia could make any attempt to retaliate, Paige's foot lashed out, connecting with a devastating blow to Olivia's abs. The force of the kick sent Olivia reeling backward, crashing into the turnbuckle of her corner with a pained whimper. The crowd collectively held their breath as Paige surveyed her handiwork, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. The bell rang out once more, marking the end of the intense AMD match, and reaffirming Paige's brutal victory.