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22 May 2024 Natasha Calis vs Emily VanCamp

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QUEENS PPV EVENT: LEGENDS NEVER DIE

Posted by Queens of Absolution on 22 May 2024 at 2:29 am

LND: Natasha Calis vs Emily VanCamp

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Natasha Calis:
(23, 5’8”, 132lbs, 7:2 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Emily VanCamp:
(36, 5’8”, 123lbs, 53:34 FCBA, Lookout! Boxing)

BEFORE:

Natasha was not the Canadian you wanted to be on the wrong side of. From her powerful and remarkably well in shape body to her very creative ways of leaving a lasting mark on her opponents, fighting Natasha usually carried with it risk. Something Emily VanCamp was all to familiar with as she had the misfortune of becoming Natasha’s major rival and if Las Vegas gambling circles are to be believed - never really standing a chance.

As the ripple of anticipation fills the stadium, Emily VanCamp is out first in a blue sports bra and matching panties a long with matching gloves and boots. With cheers, the blonde made her way to the ring and entered it. Than, it was her fellow Canadian’s turn. Natasha appeared wearing a satin black sports bra, black briefs, matching leather boots and boxing gloves, with her brown hair loose and shoulder length. She headed to the ring and once entering it the Queens Pink and Queens Blue pyrotechnics went off before the stadium lights returned to normal.

A much anticipated match and the referee brings both women center ring to go over the rules. He wastes no time after sending them back to their corners to start the match.

HERE WE GO WITH TEN ROUNDS OF LIGHTWEIGHT ACTION!

Round 01:

The bell rang, and round one exploded into action at Allegiant Stadium. Natasha Calis wasted no time, charging at Emily VanCamp with the ferocity of a lioness on the hunt. Emily struggled to maintain her footing as Natasha's lightning-fast jabs found their mark over and over again. BAM! A powerful right hook from Natasha connected with Emily's temple, sending her stumbling back against the ropes. "Come on, champ! Is that all you've got?" Natasha sneered, her face a mask of vicious determination.

Natasha unleashed a barrage of punches, targeting Emily's midriff mercilessly. Left uppercut, right cross, left hook—each blow driving the air out of Emily's lungs. Emily tried to mount a counterattack, but Natasha danced away, delivering a brutal combination of jabs to her face. "You can't hang with a real fighter, Emily! You were never champion material," Natasha taunted, her voice dripping with disdain.

Another flurry of punches followed, a left jab and a devastating right uppercut to Emily's jaw, causing her to reel backwards. The crowd roared as Natasha continued her relentless assault, delivering a textbook body shot that had Emily gasping for breath. By the end of the round, Natasha had unquestionably dominated, leaving Emily battered, bruised, and barely standing. The judges marked the scorecards heavily in Natasha's favor, and the message was clear—Natasha Calis was here to dismantle every inch of Emily VanCamp.

Round 02:

The bell for round two clanged ominously, and Emily VanCamp lunged back into the fray with a newfound ferocity, determined to reclaim her pride. Natasha Calis smirked, clearly unfazed by the previous round’s domination. "Ready for another beating? This will be fun," she taunted, fists up, ready to pummel.

Natasha wasted no time, launching a vicious right cross aimed at Emily's head. Emily ducked just in time, her evasive maneuver followed by a rapid-fire flurry of punches to Natasha's tight midriff. Each punch landed with precision, making Natasha wince. "Feel that, sweetheart? I'm just getting started," Emily sneered through gritted teeth.

The younger Canadian retaliated with a brutal left hook to Emily’s ribs, sending a shockwave of pain through her torso. But Emily was unwilling to retreat; she stood her ground, absorbing the blow and firing back with a straight right to Natasha's stomach, followed by a savage left uppercut that grazed Natasha's chin. Sweat and determination glistened on Emily's face as she found her rhythm, leveraging her speed and precision to land rapid blows against Natasha's relentless powerhouse tactics.

"Too slow, Natasha! You can hit hard, but you can't hit what you can't catch," Emily mocked, aiming a series of jabs at Natasha's abs. Natasha snarled in frustration, throwing a barrage of wild, raw power shots. "I'll break you, VanCamp! You're nothing but a punching bag," she spat, her words as fierce as her fists.

Natasha kept swinging heavy, each blow charged with intent to decimate. But Emily wove through the onslaught, countering with quick, vicious hits to Natasha’s midsection that had her opponent doubling over, gasping for air. A left-right combination to Natasha's torso rattled her, and Emily capitalised with a powerful right cross that snapped Natasha's head back.

The audience roared as Emily fought tooth and nail, trading punishing body shots with Natasha’s raw power. The exchanges grew more intense, each insult sharpened by the sting of physical blows. By the end of the round, Emily stood tall, having delivered a masterclass in endurance and rapid-fire brutality. The judges nodded in agreement, awarding Emily the round on points, recognizing her resilience and tactical acumen amidst the chaos.

Round 03:

The bell for round three echoed throughout Allegiant Stadium, signalling another round of fierce combat. Natasha Calis and Emily VanCamp squared off in the centre of the ring, eyes locked, each brimming with raw determination.

Emily, emboldened by her success in the previous round, moved in aggressively, her footwork swift and nimble. She darted forward with a deadly combination—jab, cross, jab—each punch targeting Natasha's battered midsection. Natasha grunted, absorbing the hits, but managed to counter with a stiff left jab that caught Emily on the cheek.

"Is that all you got? Pathetic!" Emily spat, her voice dripping with contempt. She weaved around Natasha’s next attack, launching a wicked right hook that collided with Natasha's temple, momentarily stunning her.

Emily seized the moment, unleashing a brutal uppercut that snapped Natasha's head back. Not giving Natasha even a second to recover, Emily pressed her advantage. She danced around Natasha, driving a series of rapid punches into her opponent’s abs and ribs—jab, hook, jab, cross. Natasha’s guard faltered under the relentless onslaught.

In minute two of the round, Emily saw her opportunity and struck gold. A precision left hook connected with Natasha’s jaw, followed by a devastating right cross that sent Natasha crashing to the canvas. The crowd erupted, the air thick with the electrifying roar of excitement. Natasha lay on the mat, dazed, as the referee began the count.

"Stay down where you belong, Calis!" Emily shouted, her eyes blazing with fierce triumph as the count continued. But Natasha, her spirit unyielding, forced herself up, beating the count by rising at seven. She was back on her feet, albeit unsteady, refusing to stay down.

For the remainder of the round, Natasha played it safe, her approach measured and defensive. She skilfully blocked Emily's aggressive advances, her movements calculated to conserve energy and mitigate further damage. Emily, however, remained relentless, peppering Natasha with jabs and hooks, keeping the pressure on.

"Can't handle the heat, can you?" Emily mocked, driving a low left jab at Natasha’s ribs. Natasha held her ground, parrying and blocking, biding her time and weathering the storm.

As the bell rang to signal the end of round three, Natasha retreated to her corner, breathing heavily but still standing. Emily raised a fist in triumph, knowing full well she had won the round convincingly. The judges’ scores reflected Emily’s dominant performance, acknowledging the knockdown and her uncompromising aggression. The stage was set for an intense continuation of the battle, with both fighters resolved to give everything they had in the rounds to come.

Round 04:

The bell for round four rang loud, and Natasha Calis surged out of her corner with a vengeance. She was on a mission, eyes burning with wrathful intensity. Natasha’s footwork was a stark contrast to the previous round—swift, precise, and deadly. She closed the gap between her and Emily VanCamp in seconds, launching a brutal assault with a right hook that collided with Emily’s cheek, followed by a crushing left uppercut that sent shockwaves of pain through Emily’s jaw.

"Thought you could break me? Think again, VanCamp!" Natasha sneered, her voice dripping with venom. Emily staggered back, trying to regain her footing, but Natasha was relentless. She drove a punishing series of body shots—jab, cross, hook—each thudding into Emily’s ribs like a sledgehammer, making Emily gasp in agony.

Emily tried to counter, throwing a wild swing aimed at Natasha’s head, but Natasha dodged it with ease. She retaliated with a fierce combination of jabs and hooks, targeting Emily’s already bruised midsection. Each punch landed with precision, digging into Emily’s flesh with bone-crunching force. Sweat and blood mixed on Emily’s face as Natasha’s ruthless blows continued to rain down.

"You're getting slow, VanCamp! Time to put you down for good," Natasha taunted, unleashing a savage blow to Emily’s nose, instantly drawing blood. The crimson stream ran down Emily’s face, a stark testament to Natasha’s dominance. Emily’s vision blurred, her senses reeling from the relentless assault.

But Emily wasn’t out yet. She swung a desperate uppercut in a bid to push Natasha back, barely grazing her jaw. Natasha laughed, the sound dripping with scorn. "That all you got? You're pathetic!" she spat back, hammering a right hook into Emily’s temple, causing her to see stars.

The crowd's roar grew deafening as Natasha delivered a lightning-fast combination to Emily’s torso, each hit harder than the last. Emily’s defences crumbled under the onslaught, each punch sending waves of agony through her battered frame. Natasha drove her advantage home with a deadly right cross that snapped Emily’s head back, leaving her teetering on the edge.

Rallying her last reserves of strength, Emily managed to launch a series of jabs, aiming for Natasha’s midsection, but her hits barely grazed Natasha. Natasha’s face twisted into a feral grin as she saw Emily’s desperation.

"You don’t stand a chance! This is MY round!" Natasha roared, slamming a brutal left hook into Emily’s ribs, followed by a devastating right uppercut that left Emily dazed and bloodied. The final minute saw Natasha routing her opponent with a flurry of punches—jab, hook, cross—each landing with brutal force, systematically breaking down Emily’s defences.

As the bell rang to end round four, Emily stumbled back to her corner, her body screaming in pain, blood trickling down her face and torso. She clenched her fists, fighting through the haze of agony. Natasha raised her gloves in triumph, the judges’ scores reflecting her dominant, bone-crunching performance. She had won the round wide on points, setting the stage for an explosive continuation of their brutal contest.

Round 05:

The bell for round five echoed through the arena, and both fighters surged from their corners, but it was Natasha Calis who was a whirlwind of fierce aggression. With the determination of a lioness closing in on her prey, she launched herself at Emily VanCamp with a barrage of ferocious punches. A sharp right jab snapped Emily's head back, followed by a devastating left hook that smashed into her ribs, driving the breath out of her lungs.

"You're nothing but a punching bag, VanCamp!" Natasha snarled, her eyes blazing with predatory intent. Emily tried to retaliate with a series of desperate jabs, aiming for Natasha’s face, but Natasha effortlessly dodged every one, her movements a blur of deadly precision. Seizing the moment, she countered with a brutal uppercut that connected with Emily’s chin, sending shockwaves through her body.

Emily staggered back, struggling to regain her footing, but Natasha was unrelenting. She closed the distance in a flash, hammering Emily with a right hook to the temple, followed by a crushing left cross that left Emily reeling. Blood poured from Emily’s nose, her vision blurred as she stumbled back into the ropes.

"You’re done, VanCamp! Stay down where you belong!" Natasha roared, launching a final savage combination—jab, cross, hook—that sent Emily crashing to the canvas. Emily lay sprawled on the mat, her body battered, her spirit nearly broken.

The referee knelt beside Emily, starting the count with the crowd chanting along, their excitement palpable. "One... two... three..." Natasha stood in the centre of the ring, her fists raised high, glaring down at Emily. "Stay down, you weakling!" she spat, her voice dripping with contempt.

"Four... five... six..." Emily stirred, her body screaming in agony, but her spirit, though valiant, could not muster the strength to rise. "Seven... eight... nine... ten!" The referee waved his hands, signaling the end of the match. The stadium erupted in deafening cheers as Natasha was declared the winner by knockout.

Natasha threw her gloves into the air, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. She had not just won; she had annihilated her opponent. Emily VanCamp lay on the canvas, defeated and broken, as Natasha basked in the glory of her resounding victory.

Official Decision: Natasha Calis defeats Emily VanCamp via KO 5!

AFTER:

Medics rushed into the ring, swarming around Emily VanCamp's battered form, their expressions grave as they checked her injuries. Meanwhile, Natasha Calis stood tall in the centre of the ring, her arm raised in victory by the referee. The roaring crowd was a testament to her dominance, marking her as the superior Canadian. Emily's defeat was so comprehensive that Natasha had no reason to prolong her stay in the ring. She gave the crowd one last victorious fist pump before heading backstage, where the real celebration awaited.