FCBA [licensed for non-commercial use only] (2024)

[Scene: Locker room before the fight. Ellie, holding a microphone, stands beside Livvy, who is stretching and preparing in her blue leotard.]

Ellie: Livvy, it’s so great to see you! I’ve missed you in the tournament. How are you feeling before the big fight?

Livvy: (grinning) Ellie! I’ve missed you too. It’s been tough not having you around. You always bring such good vibes. And thank you! I’m feeling fantastic. This leotard really brings out the best in me, doesn’t it?

Ellie: (smiling) Absolutely, Livvy. Your legs look amazing. Seriously, you’re in incredible shape.

Livvy: (laughs) Coming from you, that’s a huge compliment. I’ve worked hard, and I’m ready to show everyone what I can do tonight. Emily doesn’t stand a chance. I’m going to give the crowd exactly what they want. (winks) Lots of body punches.

Ellie: (cringing slightly) Body punches, huh? Well, just be careful out there. I still remember Elyse using my tummy as a speed bag. Not a great feeling.

Livvy: (chuckles) Don’t worry, Ellie. I’ve got this. Oh, and before I forget, my first album of gymnastics poetry is going on sale!

Ellie: (raising an eyebrow) Gymnastics poetry? I didn’t know you wrote poetry.

Livvy: (smirking) I don’t, really. It’s just me reciting poetry while doing my floor routine. Adds a bit of flair, you know? Plus, I’ve got some exclusive previously worn t-shirts on sale too!

Ellie: (laughs) That’s so you, Livvy. Best of luck out there tonight. We’ll all be cheering for you.

Livvy:Thanks, Ellie. I won’t let you down.

Later:

[Scene: Locker room before the fight. Ellie, holding a microphone, stands beside Emily, who is adjusting her gear and getting ready.]

Ellie: Emily, you look to be in the best shape of your life! How are you feeling about tonight’s fight?

Emily: (smiling coldly) Thanks, Ellie. But let’s be clear, the feeling is not mutual. Being in Sports Illustrated used to be a big break for a model like me. But now, so-called influencers like you, Livvy, and that upstart Martha Stewart are taking spots from us real models!

Ellie: (taken aback) Emily, that’s not fair. We all work hard—

Emily: (stepping closer, eyes narrowing) Hard? You don’t know hard, Ellie. Say one more word and I’ll make sure you regret it.

Ellie: (nervously backing away) No need for that, Emily. I’m just here to—

Emily: (threateningly) To what? Steal more spotlight?

Ellie: (turning and running) Mr. Mouse! I don’t want to do interviews anymore!

[Emily watches Ellie retreat with a smug expression, then resumes her preparations.]

Round 1:Livvy darts forward, her gloves up, eyes sharp and focused. She feints left, then throws a quick jab with her right. The glove connects with a snap against Emily's cheek, and I see a flash of frustration in Emily's eyes. Emily responds instantly, her lips curling into a determined grin. She swings a left hook. Livvy’s head snaps to the side, her blonde hair whipping around. I hear her gasp, "Ugh!" The impact seems to explode in her vision, her eyes wide with surprise.

Emily presses on, launching a series of jabs. Livvy tries to block, but one punch slips through, hitting her jaw. Livvy’s lips part, and I hear her grunt. She steps back, shaking her head, trying to clear the stars from her eyes.

The fighters circle each other, Livvy moving with light, quick steps, her eyes never leaving Emily’s. Livvy lunges with a right cross, but Emily anticipates it. She ducks and counters with an uppercut to Livvy’s ribs. The sound of the hit is like a dull thud, and Livvy’s body jerks, her breath catching in her throat. "Ahh!" she cries out, her face contorting in pain.

Emily doesn’t let up. She throws a brutal right hook that lands square on Livvy’s temple. Livvy’s head snaps back, her eyes dazed, brows furrowing in confusion. She stumbles, her feet struggling to find balance.

Livvy tries to retaliate with a quick jab, but Emily is relentless. She weaves around it and lands a straight punch to Livvy's nose, and Livvy blinks rapidly, her lips pressing into a thin line.

The round ends with a sharp ding. Livvy’s breathing heavy. Emily stands tall, her chest heaving, eyes locked on Livvy. The crowd roars, but all I can see are these two fierce women, locked in battle, every hit, every move, etched in my mind.

Round 2:Emily swings with brute force, but Livvy’s footwork is poetry in motion. She dances around the ring, her feet barely touching the canvas. Emily's right hook cuts through the air, but Livvy ducks and counters with a quick jab. The crack of her glove against Emily’s cheek echoes through the arena. I see Emily’s head snap back, her eyes widening in surprise. A red mark blossoms on her skin.

Livvy follows with a left cross, her glove smashing into Emily’s ribs. Emily grunts, the sound mingling with the roar of the crowd. She tries to retaliate with an uppercut, but Livvy is too quick, slipping out of reach.

“Nice try,” Livvy taunts, her lips curling into a smirk.

Emily’s frustrated. She swings a wild right hook, but Livvy pivots, her body twisting gracefully. Livvy’s glove connects with Emily’s stomach. The impact forces the air from Emily's lungs in a harsh gasp. She staggers, eyes briefly closing, lips parting as she struggles to catch her breath.

Round 3:The third round starts with Emily rushing forward, desperation in her eyes. She throws a rapid combination, but Livvy’s quick on her feet. A left jab, a right cross – Livvy dodges them all, her movements fluid and purposeful. She counters with a right uppercut, catching Emily under the chin. The blow lifts Emily slightly off her feet, her head snapping back. I see a flicker of light in her eyes, a brief moment of daze.

Livvy presses her advantage, landing a flurry of punches. Each hit lands with a sickening thud, driving Emily back. A left hook to the jaw –

“You’re not getting away that easily,” Emily growls, her voice strained.

She swings a desperate right hook, but Livvy ducks and slips to the side, her own left hook crashing into Emily’s temple. Emily’s knees buckle, and she sways, her vision blurring. Livvy’s final right cross to the jaw sends Emily staggering back, her lips parting in a cry of pain. The round ends with Emily on the ropes, barely standing.

Round 4:Livvy and Emily circle each other, their faces set. Emily shifts tactics, her focus zeroing in on Livvy's midsection. Her first punch lands with a sickening thud, right in Livvy’s stomach. Livvy’s eyes widen, a burst of light flashing across her vision. Her lips part in a silent gasp, eyebrows furrowing in pain.

“Ugh!” Livvy grunts, doubling over slightly.

Emily doesn’t let up. She follows with a rapid series of jabs to Livvy’s ribs. Each hit drives the air out of Livvy’s lungs, her knees wobbling as she struggles to stay upright. The sound of flesh meeting flesh is sharp and brutal, echoing through the arena.

“Stay down!” Emily hisses, her eyes fierce.

Livvy’s mouth opens in a desperate attempt to draw breath, her eyes shimmering with tears of pain. Emily’s fists keep pounding Livvy’s stomach. Livvy’s body convulses with each hit, her abs unable to withstand the brutal assault. She gasps, her breaths shallow and ragged.

“Ah! Ah!” Livvy’s voice is broken, she’s in agony!

Emily steps in close, delivering a devastating uppercut to Livvy’s solar plexus. Livvy’s body jerks violently, her mouth open in a soundless cry. Her vision blurs, stars dancing before her eyes. She doubles over, arms wrapping around her stomach instinctively.

“Knees… so weak…” Livvy murmurs, barely audible over the roaring crowd.

Emily’s punches come in a rhythm, each one landing with a dull, heavy impact that sends shockwaves through Livvy’s body. Her face contorts in pain, eyes squeezed shut, lips trembling. She’s gasping for air, each breath a battle.

I can see the fight draining out of Livvy, her body sagging under the weight of the blows. Her eyebrows are knitted in agony, her eyes pleading for mercy. But Emily shows none. With a final, brutal hook to Livvy’s ribs, Emily steps back, watching as Livvy crumples to the mat, clutching her stomach, her face twisted in torment.

The sight of Livvy writhing on the ground, moaning from the punishment to her belly, was strangely arousing. Her blue leotard clung to her, accentuating every curve as she squirmed in pain. Her Cupid face, usually adorned with a girly facade, was now contorted with suffering, struggling to breathe. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, and her mouth hung open, gasping for air. The round ended, leaving Livvy on the canvas, her body reacting entirely to the gut-wrenching pain. Emily stood tall, cold determination on her face. The crowd roared, but all I could see was Livvy, her every breath a fight for survival.

Round 5:Livvy’s next punch is a right cross, slamming into Emily's stomach. Emily's eyes widen, her lips part in a gasp, and she doubles over, clutching her midsection. The sound of the impact is a wet thud, like meat hitting a chopping block. Emily's knees wobble, and she stumbles back, her breath coming in short, painful gasps.

"Time for some payback!” Livvy growls, stepping forward. She throws a left hook to Emily's ribs. Emily's mouth opens in a silent sob, her body jerking sideways from the force. Her eyes are squeezed shut, tears glistening on her eyelashes.

Livvy follows with a series of jabs, her fists a blur of motion. Each hit lands with a sickening smack. Emily's midsection crumples under the assault, her body shaking with each blow. She tries to guard herself, but Livvy is persistent .

“Tina! Bring me the axe!” Livvy shouts, her voice hoarse with effort.

Emily gasps, “I’m... not... done!” Her voice is strained, barely audible. She tries to straighten up, but Livvy lands another brutal punch to her stomach.

Emily doubles over again, her eyes rolling back, lips parted in a pained moan. Her knees buckle, and she collapses to the canvas, gasping for air, her body twitching.

Livvy stands over her, chest heaving, sweat dripping from her brow. She looks down at Emily, who’s on all fours, struggling to rise.

"Stay down, Emily," Livvy says, her voice a mix of exhaustion and triumph.

Emily’s face is a study in agony, her brows knitted together, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a desperate gasp. She tries to push herself up, but her arms give out, and she falls back to the mat, groaning.

The referee starts the count, but I can't take my eyes off Emily. Her whole body is shaking, every breath a struggle. Livvy’s fists have left her broken, her strength drained.

Round 6:Emily charges forward, her eyes wild with desperation. She's raining down punches on Livvy with a fury I've never seen. Each jab, cross, hook, and uppercut she throws seems to land with the force of a freight train. I can almost feel the impact myself.

Livvy tries to defend herself, her eyebrows knitting together in concentration, her lips set in a grim line. But Emily’s relentless assault is too much. A right hook catches Livvy on the jaw, her head snapping to the side. I see a flash in her eyes, like stars exploding behind them.

“Ugh!” Livvy grunts, her voice raw with pain.

Emily follows up with a brutal left uppercut to Livvy’s stomach. The sound of the impact is like a sledgehammer hitting a steel drum. Livvy doubles over, gasping for air, her eyes wide with shock and agony. Sweat flies off her brow, glistening in the harsh lights of the ring.

“Got you now!” Emily snarls, her teeth bared in a savage grin.

Livvy stumbles back, trying to regain her footing. Her footwork is usually nimble, almost dance-like, but now it's erratic, desperate. Emily doesn’t let up. She drives a right cross into Livvy’s ribs. I can see the pain etched in Livvy’s face, her lips parting in a silent cry.

“Stay down!” Emily shouts, her voice a mix of anger and triumph.

Another uppercut, this time to Livvy’s chin. Her head snaps back, eyes rolling as she crumples to the canvas. The crowd roars, but all I can hear is the pounding of my heart. Livvy tries to rise, her arms trembling, but the referee’s count reaches ten.

Emily stands over her, chest heaving, eyes blazing with victory. Livvy lies on the mat, blinking up at the lights, her face a mask of pain and exhaustion. The fight is over. Emily wins by knockout! Ratajkoski secures her spot in round 2 of the tournament!