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23 February 2024 Natasha Calis vs Emily VanCamp

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ARMAGEDDON GODDESSES @ SO-FI STADIUM PPV

Posted by Queens of Absolution on 23 February 2024 at 7:10 am

AG 24: Natasha Calis vs Emily VanCamp

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Natasha Calis:
(23, 5’8”, 132lbs, 6:2 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Emily VanCamp:
(36, 5’8”, 123lbs, 53:32 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)

BEFORE:

She was nothing short of a goddess, her silhouette capturing the bright beams falling from the arena lights. Natasha Calis, her brown hair cascading luxuriously over her shoulders, radiated raw power and undeniable allure. Her toned arms, wrapped in the sleek obsidian of her boxing gloves, glistened with a veneer of sweat, a testament to the raw strength lying underneath. Her defined abs, an embodiment of her resilience, were etched into her black sports bra and briefs, a promise of the brutality she was about to unleash.

Her eyes, smoky embers against her fair skin, lured the audience into her world. A world where she wasn’t merely a spectator, but the conqueror. The glare she shot Emily was a provocation, a silent dare begging her to try and break her. With every step she took, the anticipation in SoFi stadium heightened, the cheers echoing off the cold metal structure. With a grace that could only come from a huntress, she ascended the ropes, her every movement sending waves of anticipation through the crowd.

"This is our house!" she roared, her voice echoing through the arena, her words carried on the breath of thousands of fervent fans. The thunderous cheers that followed were deafening, shrouding the stadium in a wave of unyielding support. Natasha, her black boots planted firmly on the canvas, held the gaze of her opponent. She was not just a fighter, she was a spectacle, a tantalizing blend of strength, allure, and ruthless determination.

In the center of the ring, Natasha and Emily began to circle each other, their gazes locked in a deadly dance of predation and defiance. Natasha, the embodiment of unyielding strength, smirked disparagingly at Emily, her taunt slicing through the tense silence, "Is that fear I smell, Emily?" Emily, her own mettle undeterred, shot back with a defiant glare, "You'll be smelling your defeat soon enough, Calis!"

The verbal altercation set the crowd aflame, their cheers echoing off the towering structure of SoFi Stadium. The tension was palpable, a heavy curtain draped over the stadium, as they continued their predatory circling. The air seemed to thicken with every passing second, the audience holding their breath in anticipation.

The next words out of Natasha's mouth sent a chill through Emily, her threat ringing loud and clear over the deafening cheers. Her voice, laced with a dangerous promise, cut through the air, "I hope you've said your goodbyes, Emily. This is the end of the line for you. I'm going to break you!" Her words resonated across the stadium, the crowd erupting into a frenzy of exhilaration and trepidation. It was a moment of electrifying intensity, the calm before a storm, the prelude to an epic battle between the two.

A shiver of icy determination cast a chilling sheen over Natasha's brown eyes, transforming them into deadly orbs of unyielding resolve. The deathly glare was as sharp as a blade, a silent warning that echoed louder than the thousands of roaring fans. The menace in her gaze was not lost on the referee. He swiftly moved forward, his figure a buffer against a brewing storm, splitting the electric tension between the girls with his firm presence. His stern gaze bore into both fighters, a silent reminder of the rules that governed the savage dance they were about to engage in. The crowd held its collective breath as the stadium echoed with the referee's voice, "Let's keep this clean. I want a good, clean fight." His words hung heavy in the air, the final seal on the promises of an unforgettable battle.

As if on cue, the referee, his face a portrait of unyielding seriousness, raised his hand, the air charged with a tangible electricity. Neither Natasha nor Emily moved to touch gloves, their icy stares freezing any pleasantries that may have tried to bud in the heated atmosphere. The referee's hand dropped and the stadium echoed with the clang of the bell, a symphony of war that marked the beginning of the battle.

The announcers, their voices amplified by the deafening roar of the crowd, began to weave the narrative of the night. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight, Natasha Calis looks to cement the Queens of Absolution lead in this event, her raw strength and undeniable athleticism a testament to her unyielding determination," boomed one voice, the anticipation in his words resonating through the arena.

"And on the other side we have Emily VanCamp, an underdog in this match, but not one to be underestimated. She might just pull out the upset of the night," chimed in the second, the anticipation in his voice a tantalizing promise of the battle that was about to unfold. The atmosphere in the stadium was charged, the clash between the unyielding titaness and the resilient underdog who once held championship titles, promising a spectacle unlike any other.

Round 01:

The bell rang a second time, marking the beginning of the first round. Natasha, the Canadian Goddess, lunged forward, a predator eager to make her brutal promise come true. The crowd held its breath as she unleashed a vicious jab to Emily's eye, a crack resonating through the arena like a whip. Emily staggered backward, the sting of Natasha's gloves on her skin a cruel reminder of the raw power she was up against. Natasha followed with a swift gash to Emily's forehead, her gloves cutting through Emily's defenses like a blade through silk.

A savage smirk danced on Natasha's lips as she bore down on Emily, targeting the softer, taut stomach. The blow landed, a horrifying echo of the punch reverberating through the stadium, making Emily gag in response. It seemed like Emily was no match for Natasha, her relentless onslaught painting a picture of utter dominance. A roar of approval rang from the crowd, their cheers lauding the goddess's formidable might.

But Emily wasn't finished. With a surprising burst of defiance, she retaliated, throwing a rapid-fire two-jab combo at Natasha's chin and face. The crowd gasped, the underdog's sudden resurgence electrifying the atmosphere. But Natasha was quick to respond. With a swift motion, she caught Emily's haymaker, the muscles of her arm straining against the force. Natasha retaliated with a brutal punch to Emily's nose, painting a red-hot stream of victory on her opponent's face.

Natasha smirked, her eyes gleaming with a savage delight as she shoved Emily's arm away and landed a solid whack on her sternum. "Had enough, Emily?" she taunted, her voice ringing through the stadium, a chilling promise of the punishment that was yet to come. Without waiting for an answer, Natasha delivered a brutal uppercut, the force of the blow sending Emily crashing into the turnbuckle. The crowd gasped at the impact, their cheers echoing off the metal structure, a testament to the Canadian Goddess' strength.

Emily, rattled but not defeated, clawed her way back. With a swift, surprise swing, she targeted Natasha's navel, the shock of the blow reflecting in Natasha's eyes. She followed with a punch to the solar plexus, then went wide for an uppercut. Natasha, reeling from the unexpected assault, retaliated with a flurry of her own. Two haymakers, both connecting with Emily's face, sent her spinning around the ring, her feet tripping over each other as she struggled to regain composure.

The bell rang, marking the end of the brutal first round. The crowd heaved a collective sigh, the intense exchange leaving them breathless. The arena was alive with the electricity of the fight, the promise of the clash between the indomitable Canadian Goddess and the resilient underdog former champion leaving them on the edge of their seats.

Round 02 & 03:

As the bell rang, marking the start of the second round, Emily VanCamp stood up, her eyes alight with newfound determination. She was no longer the underdog, no longer the prey; she was a fighter ready to turn the tables. The crowd buzzed in anticipation as Emily moved towards Natasha, her muscles taut with resolve. The Canadian Goddess seemed unfazed, a smirk playing on her lips, her body language exuding confidence.

Emily lunged at Natasha in a burst of controlled fury, her gloves aiming for Natasha's chiseled abs. The crowd gasped as she landed a solid punch on the Canadian Goddess, the force rippling through Natasha's body. Emily followed it with a swift jab to Natasha's ribs, the sudden shift in momentum causing the crowd to erupt in cheers.

Natasha staggered back, her body rocked by Emily's relentless attacks. The crowd held its breath as Emily, determined, continued her onslaught. An uppercut aimed at Natasha's striking face connected with a brutal impact. The beautiful face of the Canadian Goddess was temporarily marred by the grimace of pain that twisted her features.

Emily's eyes flared with defiance as she launched a brutal haymaker towards Natasha's breast. The crowd collectively gasped, the shockwave of the impact visible even from the stands. Natasha's smirk vanished, replaced by a grimace of discomfort. She clutched her chest, her breathing harsh and ragged, the echo of Emily's retaliation burning on her skin.

The third round began with a rapid-fire exchange between the two fighters. Natasha was on the defensive, her body bearing the brunt of Emily's relentless assault. Emily's fists were a blur, her gloves seeking out Natasha's toned abs with ruthless precision. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers fueling Emily's determination.

With each brutal jab, Emily seemed to gain strength. Natasha's body was rocked by the relentless barrage, her abs aching from the impact. Despite the pain, Natasha gritted her teeth, her determination unyielding. She moved, trying to evade Emily's punches, but the underdog was relentless, her attacks unyielding and relentless.

Emily's eyes were ablaze as she landed another punch to Natasha's ribs. The crowd gasped as Natasha doubled over, her breath hitched in her throat. Emily, seeing her opportunity, landed a sucker punch to Natasha's breast, mirroring the sternum shot from round one. The crowd erupted in cheers, the underdog's retaliation a stunning turn of events.

As the bell rang, marking the end of the third round, Emily stood tall, her body radiating an aura of defiance. The crowd was on their feet, their cheers deafening. Natasha, the Canadian Goddess, stood hunched over, her body bearing the signs of Emily's powerful retaliation. But her eyes burned with unwavering determination, a silent promise that the fight was far from over.

Round 04:

As the bell rang, marking the onset of the fourth round, Natasha, seizing the moment of high drama, locked her gaze with Emily. "I'm going to finish you now, Emily," she snarled, her voice echoing with a dangerous finality. The words were not hers, but borrowed from Elyse Levesque, a phrase she spat out when she intended to end a bout. The cruel promise carried an ominous weight, her every word a chilling portent of the impending carnage.

With a speed that belied her size, Natasha lunged at Emily, her gloved fist cutting through the tense air like a bullet, connecting with a crunching uppercut to Emily's chin. The impact reverberated through Emily's jaw, the brutal force jarring her teeth. Emily stumbled back, her knees weak from the unexpected ferocity. Natasha's cruelty was on full display, her eyes glinting with the savage delight of a predator playing with her prey.

Before Emily could regain her footing, Natasha was on her again, a swift one-two jab combo aimed at Emily's swollen eye. The first punch was a feint, pulling Emily's guard away from her face. The second punch, however, was a brutal hook, its force amplified by Emily's forward momentum. Emily's eye, already swollen from the previous rounds, ballooned further, the skin around it splitting and spewing blood. Emily recoiled, a hiss of pain escaping through her gritted teeth as she clutched her face.

Unfazed by Emily's discomfort, Natasha continued her relentless assault. With a swift pivot, she swung a devastating punch at Emily's solar plexus. The blow landed with a sickening 'thud', the force compressing Emily's diaphragm, forcing the air out of her lungs. Emily doubled over, gasping for breath, her body convulsing from the crippling pain. The crowd gasped, the cruel spectacle unfolding in the ring silencing their cheers.

With Emily gasping for breath, Natasha saw her opportunity. She launched a flurry of jabs at Emily's abdomen, each punch targeting a different area. Emily's stomach, once taut and muscular, was now a canvas of bruises, each punch painting a vivid picture of Natasha's dominance. Emily groaned, her knees buckling under the relentless onslaught. But Natasha wasn't finished, not yet; her eyes, cold and merciless, promised more pain.

Pivoting on her heel, Natasha swung a brutal hook at Emily's nose. The blow connected with a sickening crunch, the sound echoing through the silent stadium. Emily's nose, already misshapen from the previous rounds, exploded in a spray of red. The blood splattered across Natasha's gloves, the bright red stark against the white canvas. Emily staggered backward, her hands clawing at her face, her body swaying dangerously.

Reveling in her opponent’s misery, Natasha smirked as she circled Emily, her steps measured, her body light on her feet. She was a vicious predator, stalking her weakened prey, her eyes never leaving Emily. The crowd, once cheering and vibrant, was now eerily silent, their anticipation palpable. They knew, just as Emily did, that the end was near.

With a primal roar, Natasha reared back and delivered the coup de grâce, a devastating right cross aimed at Emily's already battered chin. The impact resonated like a death toll through the silent stadium, Emily's body jolting unnaturally with the force. She collapsed like a puppet cut from its strings, her body crumpling onto the canvas in a pitiful heap.

The referee, swift as a shadow, moved Natasha to a neutral corner and began the count. Emily, sprawled on the canvas, was a tragic spectacle; her body convulsed in futile attempts to rise, her fingers clawing weakly at the air. The count continued, each number like a lead weight sinking Emily deeper into defeat.

"Six... seven... eight..." The referee's voice echoed through the silent stadium, a grim countdown to the inevitable end. Emily's struggles grew weaker, her body no longer responding to her desperate mind's commands. The crowd held its breath as the countdown continued, their eyes locked on the fallen fighter. "Nine... Ten!" The final count echoed through the stadium, a stark proclamation of Emily's defeat. Natasha's victory was sealed, but the brutality of the fight left a chilling silence in its wake.

Official Decision: Natasha Calis defeats Emily VanCamp via KO 4!

AFTER:

As the final count reverberated through the stillness, Natasha rose from her corner, her eyes shimmering with the intoxicating elixir of victory. She paid no heed to the flurry of medics, their urgent strides breaking the eerie silence as they rushed to revive the fallen Emily. Their frantic efforts were a mere backdrop to Natasha's triumphant moment, an insignificant disturbance amid the deafening echo of her victory. She prowled the blood-stained canvas like a victorious lioness, basking in the brutal residue of her conquest, her body radiating a fierce, unbroken spirit.

Her gloved hands shot up high, a gesture of dominance to the captive audience. She stood tall, her silhouette etched against the blinding brilliance of the stadium lights, her victory roaring louder than the stunned silence of the crowd. The roar of the announcer's voice cut through the silence, each syllable a testament to the undeniable force that was Natasha, the Canadian Goddess.

"Natasha has done it! The Canadian Goddess stands victorious, cementing the Queens of Absolution's lead in the Queens vs the World event!" The words, spoken with a mixture of awe and disbelief, echoed through the stadium. The crowd, momentarily silenced by the brutality of the fight, erupted in a frenzy of cheers. But Natasha, unperturbed by the chaos around her, continued her victory strut, her eyes gleaming with the ruthless satisfaction of a mission accomplished.