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29 October 2023 Evelina Mamajeva vs Valery Kaufman

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FIGHTS AND FRIGHTS PPV EXTENDED CUT

Posted by Queens of Absolution on 28 October 2023 at 2:01 am

October 2023 PPV: Evelina Mamajeva vs Valery Kaufman

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Evelina Mamajeva
(28, 6’2”, 148lbs, 1:0 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Valery Kaufman:
(29, 5’11”, 121lbs, 1:2 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)

BEFORE:

As the crowd hushed down in anticipation, Evelina "Evi" Mamajeva, the German Fitness Model, stood towering in her corner of the ring. Dressed in a steely grey sports bra that highlighted her chiseled abs, matching grey panties that accentuated her toned hips, and equally imposing grey boxing gloves, she embodied intimidation itself. Her grey boots, standing tall and firm on the floor, were the final testament to her intimidating presence. Evelina's smirk was as chilling as the winter wind, a clear reflection of confidence born from pure physical superiority. Her steel-hard abs rippled under the stadium lights, testifying to countless hours of hard work and dedication. Her rock-hard muscles were an epitome of brute strength, a sight that could make the bravest shudder. This was a woman you didn't want to mess with.

Across the ring, stood her opponent Valery Kaufman, visibly dwarfed by Evelina's menacing stature. Valery, despite her fearless spirit, wore an expression that subtly hinted at second thoughts. She was dressed in a classic black boxing outfit - a black sports bra that somehow seemed less intimidating compared to Evelina's, paired with matching black boxing shorts. An odd contrast to Evelina's grey ensemble, but then again, so was their physical strength.

As the electricity of anticipation charged through the air, it became increasingly clear to the spectators that this was no ordinary match. The stark disparity in physical prowess was glaring, making it seem more like a predator-prey showdown rather than a fair fight. And yet, they reveled in the impending horror show, their eyes glued to the towering figure of Evi. She stood there, radiating an aura of terrifying power. She wasn't there for a quick win; oh no, she had a more sinister plan - to send a chilling message to the FFC.

The seconds ticked away, the start of the match looming imminently. Tension gripped the stadium, with every spectator on the edge of their seat, their breaths held in anxious anticipation. Even Valery, the brave girl in black, seemed to be swallowed by the shadow of doubt. As she looked across at Evi, the reality of what she was about to face was sinking in. Could she really box this powerhouse? The crowd held their breath, the question hanging heavily in the air.

Round 01:

The bell rang, signaling the start of the first round. Evelina sprang into action like a predator uncoiling to pounce on its prey. Her every move echoed the ruthless efficiency of a seasoned boxer, her steps measured, her gaze icy cold, and her fists a blur of motion. Valery Kaufman, on the other hand, seemed a mere puppet tossed around the ring by Evi's relentless assault. Each sledgehammer blow from Evi connected with a solid thud, leaving Valery reeling, blood blooming on her lips and bruises already starting to form on her face and body.

Evi's dominance in the ring was an incredible spectacle. Her steel-hard abs gleamed under the stadium lights as they absorbed every futile punch Valery threw at them, the blows bouncing off her as if they were mere annoyances. Every punch Evelina threw was a lesson in power and precision, whether it was to Valery's slender stomach or her face. Each blow from the German powerhouse was strong enough to lift Valery off the canvas, her body contorting under the sheer force of Evi's punches.

It was as if Evi was a puppeteer, and Valery her puppet. With each devastating punch, Evi's smirk grew wider, a chilling display of the carnage she was unleashing on her opponent. Valery, try as she might, could barely muster a defense against Evi's relentless assault. The jabs and hooks that she attempted to land seemed to only fuel Evi's cruel amusement. Each of Valery's strikes were effortlessly blocked or absorbed by Evi's rock-hard abs, her smug grin never slipping.

As the round progressed, it was becoming increasingly evident that Valery was in over her head. She was being battered by Evi's punches, her body a canvas for the German model's cruel artwork of bruises and blood. She tried to retaliate, her fists flying in desperate attempts to land a punch, but Evi was always a step ahead, deflecting each attempted blow with unnerving ease.

Closing stages of the round saw Evi's dominance on full display. She taunted Valery with cruel jibes, her laughter echoing around the stadium as she mocked her opponent for her weakness. "I can't believe Krysten Ritter lost to you," she sneered, her words dripping with mockery. Valery, heavily bruised and bloodied, could only stumble back to her corner silently, her spirit broken by Evi's ruthless onslaught.

Evi, on the other hand, took a moment to bask in the adoration of the crowd. She stood tall in the ring, her body a testament to her strength and perseverance. Her steel-hard abs were glistening with sweat under the bright stadium lights, each muscle ripple clearly visible. Her arms, their veins bulging, were radiating raw power, the boxing glove stained with Valery's blood. Her victory smirk was still in place, a chilling reminder of the carnage she had just caused. The crowd was eating it up, their cheers loud and enthusiastic, their admiration for her palpable.

The bell signaling the end of the first round rang, but Evelina didn't move from the center of the ring. She looked fresh as a daisy, her stamina seemingly untapped. Her breath was steady, her eyes still ablaze with a fierce determination. There was no sign of exhaustion, no sign of weariness, only the thrill of the hunt and the satisfaction of a round dominantly won.

The first round had been a brutal display of Evi's power and skill. She had dominated the ring, her every move a testament to her superior boxing skills and physical prowess. She was a force to be reckoned with, and the first round was a clear testimonial to this fact. Valery, despite her brave attempts, had been completely outmatched by Evi's raw strength and ruthless tactics. The first round had set the tone for the rest of the match, and if it was anything to go by, Valery was in for a long and painful night.

Round 02:

As the stadium lights bore down on the ring, a hush descended over the crowd. An air of uncertainty hung heavy, a stark contrast to the dominating confidence of the first round. Valery emerged from her corner, her face cleaned up but bruises forming a grim tapestry on her body. Yet, there was a spark in her eyes - a flicker of defiance that had been absent until then. A whisper of anticipation rippled through the spectators, a wave of hopeful curiosity. Could the underdog actually turn the tables?

And then she did.

The resounding bell signaled the start of the second round and in a stunning display of agility, Valery sprinted across the ring. Her long stride ate up the distance quickly and before Evi could even move out of her corner, Valery was upon her. The crowd watched, breathless, as Valery hammered away relentlessly at Evi's midsection, her fists a blur of movement. Each blow was a focused assault on Evi's steel-hard abs, each one pushing the German powerhouse back on her heels.

But whenever Evi tried to clench and protect her stomach muscles, Valery switched tactics with brutal efficiency. Her fists would fly up to deliver powerful punches to Evi's face, each one landing with a sharp smack that echoed around the stadium. The crowd cheered, the underdog was fighting back, and they were here for it! Yet, Evi wasn't to be outdone. She retaliated with her own flurry of punches, targeting Valery's ribs with bone-crunching force.

Evi's punches hit home and Valery winced, her face contorting under the onslaught. Yet, she didn't back down. She returned each of Evi's punches with her own, hammering away at the German model's abs and face. The exchange was brutal, a spectacle of raw power and determination that had the crowd on their feet. The once one-sided bout had turned into a heated contest, a display of sheer willpower and grit from both fighters.

However, Valery's dominance this round was wide. She was the one controlling the fight, forcing Evi to react rather than act. Each of Evi's counters was met with a brutal rebuttal, Valery's fists landing harder and faster. It was a sight to behold, the model-turned-fighter giving the German powerhouse a run for her money.

But even under the relentless onslaught, Evi's stamina was something to marvel at. She seemed tireless, her face showing no signs of fatigue. Even as Valery landed punch after punch, Evi held her ground, her body absorbing each blow with an astonishing resilience. She fought back with the same intensity, her punches never wavering in strength.

As the bell rang signaling the end of the round, the crowd erupted into cheers. Valery had stood her ground, had taken the fight to Evi, and had dominated the round. But even as they cheered for Valery, they couldn't ignore the raw power of Evi. The German model, despite taking a beating, looked as if she hadn't even tapped into her potential. As the fighters retreated to their corners, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. The fight was far from over, and the crowd knew it. They settled back into their seats, their eyes glued to the ring, ready for the next round.

Round 03:

The third round roared to life with the sound of the bell, an eerie chime that echoed with the promise of violence. Valery, spurred by her successful second round, rushed toward Evi with an almost reckless abandon. Her fists, weapons of determination and resolve, were aimed at Evi's formidable midsection. Evi, however, was ready. A harsh lesson learned in the previous round had steeled her for Valery's tactics. She countered Valery's punches with her own, a brutal assault that left the Russian beauty reeling.

Evi's punches were a force of nature, akin to a sledgehammer relentlessly pounding a solid rock. Each hit was a testament to Evi's unyielding strength, and Valery, despite her best efforts, found herself being knocked around the ring like a rag doll. Evi's fists seemed to be everywhere at once, targeting Valery's midsection, face, and ribs with ruthless precision. The crowd roared as the German powerhouse unleashed her fury, a storm of raw power that threatened to sweep Valery away.

Yet, Valery, ever the underdog, refused to be subdued. She met Evi's fury with resilience, her body swaying under the onslaught but never falling. She continued her assault on Evi's abs, her fists landing with a satisfying thud against the German's steel-hard muscles. Each punch was an act of defiance, a silent testament to her courage and unyielding will. The crowd watched in awe as Valery held her ground, her determination shining through even amidst the chaos.

As the third round ended, the crowd was silent, their cheers replaced with a nervous anticipation. The judges' decision was unanimous - Valery had won the round on points, a close victory that came as a surprise to many. Evi, however, looked unfazed. Her face was a mask of concentration, her eyes focused on the task ahead. The bell tolled, signaling the end of the round, but for Evi, the fight had just begun. She stepped back into her corner, her body radiating a quiet confidence. The message was clear - she was ready for the next round, ready to reclaim her place as the reigning queen of this ring.

Round 04:

The bell rang and no sooner had the echoes faded away than Evi sprang into action, dismissing any notion of taking it slow. Her eyes glinted with determination and a sense of anticipation that sent shivers through the crowd. Back on her feet, she wasted no time, darting out of her corner to take control of the ring. The crowd held their breath, sensing the brewing storm.

With the precision of a seasoned fighter and the agility of a predator, Evi anticipated Valery's tactics. She knew the Russian underdog would be targeting her abs, and she was ready. Evi's hard body absorbed Valery's punches like they were mere waves crashing against a cliff. The crowd gasped as Valery's fists pounded futilely against Evi's abs of steel, but the powerhouse stayed unyielding.

Suddenly, Evi switched her focus. Her fists, now comparable to sledgehammers, changed their course and aimed for Valery's body. Each direct hit was a brutal testament to Evi's raw strength; each punch left cruel bruises blossoming across Valery's fair skin. Each blow had Valery reeling under the force, yet the Russian beauty refused to back down.

Evi didn't relent; her attacks were ruthless, her fists a blur of power. She forced Valery back into the ropes, her body a flurry of relentless punches. The crowd watched with bated breath as Evi's fists flew, mercilessly targeting Valery's battered body. Valery’s counterattacks seemed ineffective against Evi’s stamina; the German powerhouse seemed invincible.

But Evi wasn't done. She noticed the damage she had done to Valery's body and went upstairs, targeting the Russian beauty's face. The crowd winced as Evi’s fists landed, each hit leaving Valery’s face more bloodied than before. The onslaught was fierce, Evi's punches were unyielding, and the crowd could only watch, captivated by the raw display of power.

Evi's assault didn’t waver till the last second of the round. As the bell rang, the crowd erupted in a roar, acknowledging Evi's dominance. She stepped back, bloody but unbowed, her face a picture of cold determination. The judges had no hesitation in their decision; Evi had won the round wide on points, a victory that mirrored her earlier bouts in the Queens of Absolution.

Before retreating to her corner, Evi paused, her gaze locked with Valery's. The German powerhouse had owned the round, and she wasn't afraid to let her opponent know it. A wicked smile played on her lips as she flexed her arms, a silent but potent taunt. Valery may have held her ground, but Evi had made her intentions clear; she was out for blood and aimed to finish the match in the next round.

As Evi walked back to her corner, the crowd was on its feet, their cheers echoing through the stadium. The once placid atmosphere was now charged with anticipation, each spectator eager for the next round. The fight was far from over, but one thing was clear; Evi had made her mark, and she was ready to finish what she started.

Round 05:

The bell marking the start of the fifth round rang out, an ominous toll that reverberated through the hushed stadium. Evi emerged from her corner like a lioness released from its cage, her muscular arms flexed in anticipation, her well-defined abs glistening with sweat under the bright stadium lights. Her eyes burned with the fire of a warrior, ready to claim her victory.

Valery, still reeling from the previous round, backed away instinctively, her eyes wide with apprehension. But Evi wasted no time in closing the gap, her powerful legs propelling her forward. The crowd watched in awe as her well-toned arms moved with a speed and precision that left Valery scrambling to defend herself.

With every punch that Evi threw, Valery was thrown back, her body reacting involuntarily to the sheer force behind each blow. Evi was relentless, her fists a blur as she hammered Valery around the ring, each punch from her solid arms hitting like an iron hammer, tossing Valery around as if she were nothing more than a ragdoll.

Evi’s stamina was seemingly unending. Her muscles strained and flexed with each movement, but there was no sign of fatigue. Her abs of steel contracted and released with each breath, her well-defined shoulders held firm, and her powerful arms swung with a ferocity that was mesmerizing to watch.

Suddenly, with a speed that left the audience gasping, Evi landed a cruel punch to Valery's solar plexus. Her fist, hard as granite, seemed to lift Valery off the canvas entirely before she fell face flat. Evi's powerful arm remained extended for a moment, the ripple of her corded muscles visible under her glistening skin, a testament to her raw power.

A smirk spread across Evi's face as she backed into her corner. The crowd watched in awe as her muscular body radiated confidence, her arms crossed over her chiseled abs. The ref stepped forward, his count echoing through the arena, but the spectators knew it was a formality. Valery lay motionless on the canvas, her body testament to the brutal force that Evi had unleashed.

Evi stood in her corner, her body a silhouette of power under the harsh stadium lights. Her broad shoulders were relaxed, her hard arms hanging at her sides, the muscles in her legs taut and ready for action. But it was Evi's abs, hard and well-defined, that drew the most attention. They spoke volumes of the training and determination that had led her to this point, and they were the last thing Valery saw before everything went dark.

As the ref's count reached ten and the bell rang, signifying Evi's victory, the German powerhouse raised her arms in triumph. Her muscles strained under the effort, but her face was calm, her expression one of satisfaction. Evi had walked into the ring as a contender, but she left as a victor, the embodiment of strength and resilience.

Official Decision: Evelina Mamajeva defeats Valery Kaufman via KO 5!

AFTER:

As the victor's bell reverberated throughout the stadium, Evi's moment was far from over. In an act of ruthless domination, she turned to her fallen opponent, her boots echoing ominously on the canvas. With a swift, calculated move, she slammed her heel into the small of Valery's back, eliciting an audible gasp from the crowd. Subdued by the sheer display of power, Valery could do nothing but lay there, an image of defeated pride under Evi's boot.

Evi straightened up, her muscles rippling in the harsh stadium lights, a vision of undeniable strength and power. Her biceps bulged, veins visible under her glistening skin - a testament to the iron that she pumped in her ruthless training sessions. Her triceps flexed, forming a formidable horseshoe of muscle that highlighted the sheer power within her arms.

The photographers' flashes seemed to dance across her sculpted abs, each muscle standing out sharply under the merciless light. Her abdomen, a terrain of firm, chiseled muscle, bore the brunt of the audience's awe-struck stares - a symbol of her formidable strength and hard-earned discipline.

Her thighs, toned from countless squats and lunges, were akin to pillars of iron, their definition a sight to behold. Her calves, equally impressive, had the look of hard marble, carved to perfection by the relentless pursuit of physical superiority.

Glistening with sweat, Evi's body was a sight to behold in the spotlight. Every muscle, every sinew, every vein seemed to pulse with an energy all of its own, a silent but potent testament to her dominance in the ring.
Evi took a moment to flex for the cameras, her body a canvas of raw power. The crowd watched spellbound as she presented her chiseled physique, their cheers echoing long after she left the ring. As the lights dimmed and the noise died down, one thing was clear - Evi had not only won the match but also the hearts and respect of everyone present. Evi's moment of glory was etched in time, a visual testament to the power and resilience of the Queens of Absolution.