AHW: FTQWL24 Contract Signing - Zooey Deschanel
Dec 31, 2023 2:08:40 GMT -6
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Post by Queens of Absolution on Dec 31, 2023 2:08:40 GMT -6
FTQWL24: Contract Signing AHW - Zooey v Kerry (feat. Monica)
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Zooey Deschanel:
(43, 5’6”, 121lbs ,1:3 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Monica Ollander:
(30, 5’9”, 123.5lbs, 0:2 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Kerry Katona:
(43, 5’3”, 121lbs, 1:0 FCBA, Hour Glass Fitness)
Signing the Contract:
As the sun dipped below the LA skyline, painting the city in hues of orange and crimson, a chilling breeze began to stir. It wasn't just any winter night; it was the night of reckoning for the Queens of Absolution and Hour Glass Fitness. A brutal clash was brewing, its echoes reaching the farthest corners of the city. The hallowed grounds of SoFi Stadium, where cheers and laughter often echoed, was about to become an arena of war. The event, aptly titled "From the Queens, With Love," was a stark misnomer. For what lay ahead was not love, but a brutal showdown, a fierce boxing match, with each stable ready to bring down the other, no holds barred.
Zooey Deschanel, the queen of trash talk, had spent weeks doing what she does best: utterly humiliating her opposition in the press. And Kerry Katona, the unsuspecting victim of this onslaught. Oh, how Zooey reveled in her public beatdowns. She painted Kerry as an amateur, unfit to share the same ring. "She's got as much chance of beating me as a snowball surviving in hell!" Zooey bellowed during one of her many interviews. Her smug smirk was everywhere: on TV screens, in newspapers, on social media. She was relentless, her words slicing through Kerry's reputation like a hot knife through butter. Zooey's mockery was merciless, her laughter echoing around the world, her confidence oozing from every pore. It was a psychological warzone, and Zooey was winning.
Zooey, ever the cunning fox, had a trick up her sleeve - a contract that would lock the Queens of Absolution and Hour Glass Fitness into the stable war. The cunning smirk never left her face as she proposed the ridiculous, yet brilliantly calculated contract. There was no escape, no mercy, and certainly no room for cold feet. The contract made sure of that. Suddenly, the night of reckoning seemed a whole lot more daunting, especially for Kerry. Zooey was ensuring that there was no way out, no last-minute surrender. The contract was a checkmate, the final nail in Kerry's coffin. It was Zooey's game to lose. The arena, the spectators, the city - they all held their breath, waiting for Kerry's response.
And then, with a sudden, unexpected surge of defiance, the tables turned. Kerry, the all-but-discounted underdog, took a deep breath and did the unthinkable. She signed the contract. Her hand, shaky but certain, gripped the pen and carved her name onto the paper. The crowd at SoFi Stadium, watching on the massive screens, erupted into a deafening roar. "She's done it! She's actually done it!" they shouted, disbelief and excitement rippling through the ranks. Kerry's signature, bold and resolute, was a slap in the face to Zooey's mockery, a clenched fist raised against her psychological onslaught. The crowd's reaction was electric, a wave of cheers and applause sweeping the stadium. Kerry didn't just sign the contract; she drew a line in the sand, a clear signal that she was ready to fight. The stage was set. The game was on. Zooey's smirk faded, replaced by a look of stunned silence. For the first time in weeks, doubt flickered in her eyes. The psychological warzone had a new contender, and Kerry was ready to fight back.
Steeling her gaze, Zooey strode to the table, her face a mask of defiance. She glanced at the contract - there, next to Amy Acker's bold scrawl, was Kerry's signature. A spark ignited in Zooey's eyes, a flame that refused to be stamped out. With a swift, almost aggressive movement, she grabbed the pen and signed her name right next to Amy's. The sound of pen on paper echoed through the stadium, followed by a deafening silence. Zooey, the unyielding queen of trash talk, had responded. She had taken Kerry's challenge, her retaliation written in bold, black letters on the contract. The crowd erupted once again, the wave of cheers and shock reverberating through the chilly evening air. The gauntlet had been thrown down; the war was on.
With a glint of mischief in her eyes, Zooey Deschanel extended another challenge. "What say we immortalize this moment in a snapshot, shall we?" she suggested, voice dripping with barely concealed glee. The crowd's din subsided to an eager whisper, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Kerry Katona, still riding her newfound wave of defiance, nodded in agreement. A collective gasp echoed around the arena - a rookie mistake, many would later say. For what seemed like an innocuous proposal was, in fact, another one of Zooey's cunning maneuvers. They gathered around the table, the contract serving as a chilling reminder of the brutal showdown that was about to unfold. The flash of the camera immortalized the moment, the smiles on their faces belying the brutal wrestling match that was about to ensue. Little did Kerry realize, she'd just allowed Zooey to further fuel her psychological warfare, giving her another weapon in her arsenal. The photograph, a symbol of their impending battle, was about to become a tool for dominance - another testament to Zooey's relentless pursuit of victory.
Just as the flash from the camera was fading, a sudden movement caught everyone's attention. Monica Ollander, a member of the Queens of Absolution, had lunged forward, her hand firmly latching onto Kerry's arm. With an unsettling grin, she gave a powerful yank, and Kerry was sent tumbling backwards, her balance disrupted. The crowd gasped as she fell behind Zooey, her surprise etched across her face. Zooey, on the other hand, broke into a victorious laughter, her eyes glinting with delight. It had all fallen into her plan perfectly. The photo, which was meant to be a symbol of their impending battle, had now turned into a humiliation for Kerry. As the echoes of Zooey's laughter filled the stadium, it became clear that the psychological warfare had taken a new, more tangible form.
Monica Ollander, looming over the rest like a tower of pure brawn, lunged at Kerry once again, this time wrapping her legs around Kerry's waist in an iron grip. Her thighs, well-toned from countless hours in the gym, clenched down on Kerry like a python squeezing its prey. Monica's wide hips leveraged the hold, restricting Kerry's breath and increasing her discomfort. Every gasp for air, every grimace of pain was being meticulously captured by the ever-clicking cameras. The psychological warfare was taking a painful, physical form now, and it was all unfolding according to Zooey's wicked script. Kerry's agony, starkly visible, was being snapped up into images, each one a dagger to her spirit. The crowd watched in disbelieving horror as their underdog was being mercilessly crushed, her courage seeping away with each painful squeeze from Monica's vice-like grip.
Like a bullet from a gun, Mary Earps shot forward from the Hour Glass Fitness corner. The crowd was silent, their eyes wide as Mary made her move. With a ruthless determination, she launched herself into Monica, her shoulder connecting sharply with Monica's solar plexus. The impact was immediate and Monica let out a gasp, her grip on Kerry loosening instantly. From the corner of her eye, Zooey watched as Monica doubled over, gasping for breath. That split second was all she needed. With a predatory smirk, she turned back to Kerry, ready to dominate.
As Mary tussled with Monica, Zooey began her onslaught on Kerry. Swift and brutal, she targeted Kerry's weak points, landing devastating blows that left Kerry reeling. The crowd watched, their cheers a deafening roar as Zooey dominated the arena. With each well-placed hit, Zooey solidified her position as the ultimate contender, her brutality and athleticism unmatched. The psychological battle had become a physical one, and Zooey was clearly ruling the roost.
Mary Earps, her eyes burning with defiance, locked Monica in her gaze. Monica reciprocated, her eyes reflecting a resolve to triumph. The crowd held their breath, their cheers dying down as they braced for the showdown between the two titans. Meanwhile, Zooey continued to rain punishment on Kerry, her unyielding strength leaving no room for mercy.
As the tension in the arena continued to rise, Chrissy Costanza, another member of the Queens of Absolution, took a defensive stance. Like a steadfast sentinel, she stepped between Zooey and Mabel, her fierce gaze locked onto the Hour Glass Fitness representative. Her intention was clear; no interference with Zooey's plan would be tolerated. The crowd watched with baited breath as Chrissy held her ground, her strong posture and unyielding stare a threat in themselves. It seemed as though an invisible barrier had been erected, one that Mabel would have to tear down if she was to aid her team.
Simultaneously, Katelyn Byrd, her intimidating physique a stark contrast to her serene expression, positioned herself in front of Liz Gillies. An eerie silence settled among the crowd; they could sense the tension crackling like electricity between the two women. Katelyn's presence was a clear message to Liz - any attempt to disrupt Zooey's plan of attack would be met with staunch resistance.
This strategic positioning transformed the brutal wrestling match into a larger-than-life chess game. Each move was calculated, each decision critical. And at the center of it all, was the relentless Zooey Deschanel, orchestrating victory with the precision of a maestro.
A Picturesque Affair:
Zooey Deschanel, in a show of raw power and sheer brutality, made her way to the hapless Kerry. There was a predatory glint in her eyes, a feral grin that split her face as she towered over her opponent. With a swift, brutal stomp to Kerry's stomach, she rolled the other woman over, forcing her onto her back. The crowd watched in rapt silence as Kerry grimaced in pain, her arms flailing helplessly as her back came into full view of the aggressive Deschanel. Standing tall, her frame casting a dominating shadow over the battered Kerry, Zooey's victorious stance was a chilling sight to behold. The wrestling ring had become her kingdom, and she was its ruthless queen.
Zooey confidently straddled Kerry, her muscular thighs trapping the defeated woman beneath her. With a smirk etched on her face, she leaned in towards Kerry, her voice dripping with mockery. "Trained with your girls, did you?" she taunted, her icy eyes locked onto the pained expression on Kerry's face. "Why are you so out of shape?" Her words, laced with disdain, resonated through the silent stadium. Without waiting for a response, Zooey drove Kerry's shoulders into the canvas, her dominating strength pinning the struggling woman beneath her. The audience watched in shocked silence, the dominance and brutality of the match far surpassing their wildest expectations.
Then, it happened. Like a predator landing the final, fatal blows on its prey, Zooey let loose two devastating punches, mounted atop her adversary. The fist-to-face impacts echoed around the stadium, a sickening symphony of brute force and crushed resistance. Kerry's face became a canvas for the raw, unadulterated terror the onslaught inspired. The crunch of bone meeting knuckle was accompanied by a spray of crimson, painting a macabre tableau in the wrestling ring. The crowd gasped, their cheers becoming louder as the brutality of the spectacle hit home. This wasn't just a match anymore; it was a clear, ruthless display of dominance, of one predator annihilating her prey.
In a desperate bid for respite, Kerry managed to summon the last vestiges of her strength, rolling over and dislodging Zooey in the process. But this brief glint of hope was quickly extinguished. Zooey, agile as a fox and relentless as a hurricane, capitalized on Kerry's momentary disorientation, swiftly moving to implement an arm bar. The crowd gasped, the collective intake of breath echoing around the stadium like a mournful dirge. Kerry's eyes widened in terror as Zooey locked her arm in a vice-like grip. The pain was immediate, radiating from her shoulder down to her fingertips. She let out an agonized scream, her body bucking beneath Zooey in a futile attempt to break free. But Zooey's grip was unwavering, her determination unyielding. The look in her eyes was predatory, triumphant. It was clear to all. Kerry's mistake had cost her dearly. Zooey was in control, and she had no intention of letting go.
The Monica Tap Out:
Amid the unfolding chaos, Monica Ollander, renowned for her breathtaking beauty and model physique, decided it was time to take a stance. With a steely determination in her mesmerizing hazel eyes, she gracefully maneuvered her way towards Zooey, her every step a testament to her poised elegance. Renowned in the fashion industry for her stunning looks and impeccable style, Monica was not just a pretty face - she was a formidable force ready to enter the fray. The crowd held their breath as she positioned herself, her lithe figure radiating a quiet, yet potent aura of strength and resilience. Yet, unknown to the crowd, Monica's next move would not be one of physical combat, but a psychological play designed to alter the course of this brutal match.
Monica stood tall, her gaze steely and resolute, as she loomed over the beaten and bruised Kerry. She inclined her head subtly, sending a silent acknowledgement towards Katelyn Byrd and Chrissy Costanza. This simple gesture spoke volumes, a testament to the invisible ties that bound them together in this brutal display of dominance and power. The audience, filled with a mix of raw shock and morbid fascination, watched as the towering model cast a long, intimidating shadow over Kerry’s prone form. This was no longer a wrestling match; it was a public execution, and they were all witnesses to the ruthless power of Zooey and her Queens.
Zooey, a predatory smirk still adorning her face, finally released Kerry from her clutches. Her icy eyes never left Kerry's terrified face as she gracefully stood up. The crowd, still reeling from the onslaught they had just witnessed, watched as Monica elegantly took her place, her voluptuous hips sitting heavily on Kerry's back. Monica, her hazel eyes sparkling with cold determination, hooked her deadly thighs under Kerry's armpits. With a fierce glare, she began to squeeze, her muscular thighs pulsing with the effort. The stadium fell into a hush, the only sound coming from Kerry's strangled gasps for air. The domination was absolute, the message clear: Zooey's reign was far from over, and Monica was her merciless queen.
With a chilling, predatory smile, Monica began the transition that would only seal Kerry's impending doom. The crowd watched in anticipation, the tension in the stadium tangible as Monica, with an effortless grace that belied the brutal strength behind her actions, unfurled her lethal thighs from around Kerry's shell-shocked form. She swiftly maneuvered herself, her every move echoing with the ruthlessness that had come to define this brutal spectacle. The crowd held its collective breath as Monica repositioned herself, her muscular legs now strategically placed for the infamous Paige Tap Out. Kerry's desperate attempts to break free were futile against Monica's unwavering hold. With a swift, brutal motion, Monica twisted Kerry's arm, her grip firm and unyielding, the triumphant glint in her eyes reflecting the cruel satisfaction she derived from her opponent's clear distress. The crowd erupted once again, the sheer display of dominance from Monica leaving them stunned, yet morbidly fascinated. The Paige Tap Out was in full effect, and it was clear that Kerry's utter defeat was now a foregone conclusion.
Monica, her eyes ablaze with a chilling determination, executed the Paige Tap Out with a finesse befitting a seasoned warrior. Her sculpted legs, a testament to countless hours of rigorous training, tightened around Kerry's arm, the sinewy muscles rippling with raw power. There was an eerie grace in her movements, a rhythmic cadence in her ferocity, as she twisted Kerry's arm in an unyielding grip. Her hazel eyes blazed with a relentless determination, a premonition of the impending doom awaiting Kerry. Each flex of Monica's imposing thighs sent waves of excruciating pain coursing through Kerry's body, her agonized cries swallowed up by the deafening roar of the crowd. It was a brutal exhibition of power, a chilling dance of dominance, orchestrated by Monica with a ruthlessness that was both terrifying and captivating.
Kerry, in a desperate and futile attempt to regain control, reached out with her free hand towards Monica's fiery, red hair. Her fingers scraped the air, her efforts made all the more pitiful by the agonized screams tearing from her throat. The audience watched, their cheers drowned out by the hopeless cries of the beleaguered Kerry. Monica, ruthless and unwavering, maintained the Paige Tap Out with a chilling smile. Her fiery hair, untouched and gleaming under the harsh stadium lights, served as a vivid testament to her total dominance. Kerry's desperate grasps yielded nothing, her screams reverberating through the stadium to serve as a chilling soundtrack to her inevitable downfall. The contrast between Kerry's frantic attempts and Monica's icy composure was stark, a brutal reminder of the ruthless power dynamics at play.
Kerry’s hand began to wildly thump against Monica’s thigh, a frantic rhythm of defeat echoing across the stadium. Each desperate tap was a plea for mercy, a silent surrender to the relentless power of the merciless queen. But Monica, her eyes ablaze with a savage satisfaction, ignored the frantic taps against her sinewy thigh. She continued to maintain her lethal grip, her grip unwavering, her expression unchanging. The crowd watched in a mix of horror and fascination as the ruthless model turned a blind eye to Kerry's desperate pleas, her icy composure a chilling testament to the brutality she was capable of. Kerry's desperate taps slowly began to fade, her strength dwindling under Monica's relentless onslaught. Yet Monica held the hold, her predatory smile never wavering, her fiery hair gleaming under the harsh stadium lights. She acted as if Kerry's surrender was non-existent, her focus solely on the brutal display of dominance that had left the audience in stunned silence.
Finally, after a nod from the utterly dominant Zooey Deschanel, Monica Ollander released her death grip. Kerry, now reduced to a sobbing, broken shell of her former self, was abruptly dropped, her body hitting the canvas with a sickening thud that echoed through the silent stadium. The cold, hard surface of the ring offered no comfort to the fallen warrior, the reverberating pain a grim reminder of the brutal dominance she had just endured. Monica, her cold eyes still locked onto her defeated prey, finally stood up, her body towering over the pitiful figure on the ground. The crowd, now eerily quiet, watched as the merciless Queen walked away, her every step echoing with the ruthless power she had so cruelly exhibited. The brutal spectacle was over, the absolute dominance of Zooey and her Queens unchallenged, their reign of terror far from over.
The Queens of Absolution and Hour Glass Fitness are on a collision course for war and February will decide which stable is victorious.
Official Result: Zooey Deschanel & Monica Ollander defeat Kerry Katona via Submission Hold Tap Out
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Zooey Deschanel:
(43, 5’6”, 121lbs ,1:3 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Monica Ollander:
(30, 5’9”, 123.5lbs, 0:2 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Kerry Katona:
(43, 5’3”, 121lbs, 1:0 FCBA, Hour Glass Fitness)
Signing the Contract:
As the sun dipped below the LA skyline, painting the city in hues of orange and crimson, a chilling breeze began to stir. It wasn't just any winter night; it was the night of reckoning for the Queens of Absolution and Hour Glass Fitness. A brutal clash was brewing, its echoes reaching the farthest corners of the city. The hallowed grounds of SoFi Stadium, where cheers and laughter often echoed, was about to become an arena of war. The event, aptly titled "From the Queens, With Love," was a stark misnomer. For what lay ahead was not love, but a brutal showdown, a fierce boxing match, with each stable ready to bring down the other, no holds barred.
Zooey Deschanel, the queen of trash talk, had spent weeks doing what she does best: utterly humiliating her opposition in the press. And Kerry Katona, the unsuspecting victim of this onslaught. Oh, how Zooey reveled in her public beatdowns. She painted Kerry as an amateur, unfit to share the same ring. "She's got as much chance of beating me as a snowball surviving in hell!" Zooey bellowed during one of her many interviews. Her smug smirk was everywhere: on TV screens, in newspapers, on social media. She was relentless, her words slicing through Kerry's reputation like a hot knife through butter. Zooey's mockery was merciless, her laughter echoing around the world, her confidence oozing from every pore. It was a psychological warzone, and Zooey was winning.
Zooey, ever the cunning fox, had a trick up her sleeve - a contract that would lock the Queens of Absolution and Hour Glass Fitness into the stable war. The cunning smirk never left her face as she proposed the ridiculous, yet brilliantly calculated contract. There was no escape, no mercy, and certainly no room for cold feet. The contract made sure of that. Suddenly, the night of reckoning seemed a whole lot more daunting, especially for Kerry. Zooey was ensuring that there was no way out, no last-minute surrender. The contract was a checkmate, the final nail in Kerry's coffin. It was Zooey's game to lose. The arena, the spectators, the city - they all held their breath, waiting for Kerry's response.
And then, with a sudden, unexpected surge of defiance, the tables turned. Kerry, the all-but-discounted underdog, took a deep breath and did the unthinkable. She signed the contract. Her hand, shaky but certain, gripped the pen and carved her name onto the paper. The crowd at SoFi Stadium, watching on the massive screens, erupted into a deafening roar. "She's done it! She's actually done it!" they shouted, disbelief and excitement rippling through the ranks. Kerry's signature, bold and resolute, was a slap in the face to Zooey's mockery, a clenched fist raised against her psychological onslaught. The crowd's reaction was electric, a wave of cheers and applause sweeping the stadium. Kerry didn't just sign the contract; she drew a line in the sand, a clear signal that she was ready to fight. The stage was set. The game was on. Zooey's smirk faded, replaced by a look of stunned silence. For the first time in weeks, doubt flickered in her eyes. The psychological warzone had a new contender, and Kerry was ready to fight back.
Steeling her gaze, Zooey strode to the table, her face a mask of defiance. She glanced at the contract - there, next to Amy Acker's bold scrawl, was Kerry's signature. A spark ignited in Zooey's eyes, a flame that refused to be stamped out. With a swift, almost aggressive movement, she grabbed the pen and signed her name right next to Amy's. The sound of pen on paper echoed through the stadium, followed by a deafening silence. Zooey, the unyielding queen of trash talk, had responded. She had taken Kerry's challenge, her retaliation written in bold, black letters on the contract. The crowd erupted once again, the wave of cheers and shock reverberating through the chilly evening air. The gauntlet had been thrown down; the war was on.
With a glint of mischief in her eyes, Zooey Deschanel extended another challenge. "What say we immortalize this moment in a snapshot, shall we?" she suggested, voice dripping with barely concealed glee. The crowd's din subsided to an eager whisper, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Kerry Katona, still riding her newfound wave of defiance, nodded in agreement. A collective gasp echoed around the arena - a rookie mistake, many would later say. For what seemed like an innocuous proposal was, in fact, another one of Zooey's cunning maneuvers. They gathered around the table, the contract serving as a chilling reminder of the brutal showdown that was about to unfold. The flash of the camera immortalized the moment, the smiles on their faces belying the brutal wrestling match that was about to ensue. Little did Kerry realize, she'd just allowed Zooey to further fuel her psychological warfare, giving her another weapon in her arsenal. The photograph, a symbol of their impending battle, was about to become a tool for dominance - another testament to Zooey's relentless pursuit of victory.
Just as the flash from the camera was fading, a sudden movement caught everyone's attention. Monica Ollander, a member of the Queens of Absolution, had lunged forward, her hand firmly latching onto Kerry's arm. With an unsettling grin, she gave a powerful yank, and Kerry was sent tumbling backwards, her balance disrupted. The crowd gasped as she fell behind Zooey, her surprise etched across her face. Zooey, on the other hand, broke into a victorious laughter, her eyes glinting with delight. It had all fallen into her plan perfectly. The photo, which was meant to be a symbol of their impending battle, had now turned into a humiliation for Kerry. As the echoes of Zooey's laughter filled the stadium, it became clear that the psychological warfare had taken a new, more tangible form.
Monica Ollander, looming over the rest like a tower of pure brawn, lunged at Kerry once again, this time wrapping her legs around Kerry's waist in an iron grip. Her thighs, well-toned from countless hours in the gym, clenched down on Kerry like a python squeezing its prey. Monica's wide hips leveraged the hold, restricting Kerry's breath and increasing her discomfort. Every gasp for air, every grimace of pain was being meticulously captured by the ever-clicking cameras. The psychological warfare was taking a painful, physical form now, and it was all unfolding according to Zooey's wicked script. Kerry's agony, starkly visible, was being snapped up into images, each one a dagger to her spirit. The crowd watched in disbelieving horror as their underdog was being mercilessly crushed, her courage seeping away with each painful squeeze from Monica's vice-like grip.
Like a bullet from a gun, Mary Earps shot forward from the Hour Glass Fitness corner. The crowd was silent, their eyes wide as Mary made her move. With a ruthless determination, she launched herself into Monica, her shoulder connecting sharply with Monica's solar plexus. The impact was immediate and Monica let out a gasp, her grip on Kerry loosening instantly. From the corner of her eye, Zooey watched as Monica doubled over, gasping for breath. That split second was all she needed. With a predatory smirk, she turned back to Kerry, ready to dominate.
As Mary tussled with Monica, Zooey began her onslaught on Kerry. Swift and brutal, she targeted Kerry's weak points, landing devastating blows that left Kerry reeling. The crowd watched, their cheers a deafening roar as Zooey dominated the arena. With each well-placed hit, Zooey solidified her position as the ultimate contender, her brutality and athleticism unmatched. The psychological battle had become a physical one, and Zooey was clearly ruling the roost.
Mary Earps, her eyes burning with defiance, locked Monica in her gaze. Monica reciprocated, her eyes reflecting a resolve to triumph. The crowd held their breath, their cheers dying down as they braced for the showdown between the two titans. Meanwhile, Zooey continued to rain punishment on Kerry, her unyielding strength leaving no room for mercy.
As the tension in the arena continued to rise, Chrissy Costanza, another member of the Queens of Absolution, took a defensive stance. Like a steadfast sentinel, she stepped between Zooey and Mabel, her fierce gaze locked onto the Hour Glass Fitness representative. Her intention was clear; no interference with Zooey's plan would be tolerated. The crowd watched with baited breath as Chrissy held her ground, her strong posture and unyielding stare a threat in themselves. It seemed as though an invisible barrier had been erected, one that Mabel would have to tear down if she was to aid her team.
Simultaneously, Katelyn Byrd, her intimidating physique a stark contrast to her serene expression, positioned herself in front of Liz Gillies. An eerie silence settled among the crowd; they could sense the tension crackling like electricity between the two women. Katelyn's presence was a clear message to Liz - any attempt to disrupt Zooey's plan of attack would be met with staunch resistance.
This strategic positioning transformed the brutal wrestling match into a larger-than-life chess game. Each move was calculated, each decision critical. And at the center of it all, was the relentless Zooey Deschanel, orchestrating victory with the precision of a maestro.
A Picturesque Affair:
Zooey Deschanel, in a show of raw power and sheer brutality, made her way to the hapless Kerry. There was a predatory glint in her eyes, a feral grin that split her face as she towered over her opponent. With a swift, brutal stomp to Kerry's stomach, she rolled the other woman over, forcing her onto her back. The crowd watched in rapt silence as Kerry grimaced in pain, her arms flailing helplessly as her back came into full view of the aggressive Deschanel. Standing tall, her frame casting a dominating shadow over the battered Kerry, Zooey's victorious stance was a chilling sight to behold. The wrestling ring had become her kingdom, and she was its ruthless queen.
Zooey confidently straddled Kerry, her muscular thighs trapping the defeated woman beneath her. With a smirk etched on her face, she leaned in towards Kerry, her voice dripping with mockery. "Trained with your girls, did you?" she taunted, her icy eyes locked onto the pained expression on Kerry's face. "Why are you so out of shape?" Her words, laced with disdain, resonated through the silent stadium. Without waiting for a response, Zooey drove Kerry's shoulders into the canvas, her dominating strength pinning the struggling woman beneath her. The audience watched in shocked silence, the dominance and brutality of the match far surpassing their wildest expectations.
Then, it happened. Like a predator landing the final, fatal blows on its prey, Zooey let loose two devastating punches, mounted atop her adversary. The fist-to-face impacts echoed around the stadium, a sickening symphony of brute force and crushed resistance. Kerry's face became a canvas for the raw, unadulterated terror the onslaught inspired. The crunch of bone meeting knuckle was accompanied by a spray of crimson, painting a macabre tableau in the wrestling ring. The crowd gasped, their cheers becoming louder as the brutality of the spectacle hit home. This wasn't just a match anymore; it was a clear, ruthless display of dominance, of one predator annihilating her prey.
In a desperate bid for respite, Kerry managed to summon the last vestiges of her strength, rolling over and dislodging Zooey in the process. But this brief glint of hope was quickly extinguished. Zooey, agile as a fox and relentless as a hurricane, capitalized on Kerry's momentary disorientation, swiftly moving to implement an arm bar. The crowd gasped, the collective intake of breath echoing around the stadium like a mournful dirge. Kerry's eyes widened in terror as Zooey locked her arm in a vice-like grip. The pain was immediate, radiating from her shoulder down to her fingertips. She let out an agonized scream, her body bucking beneath Zooey in a futile attempt to break free. But Zooey's grip was unwavering, her determination unyielding. The look in her eyes was predatory, triumphant. It was clear to all. Kerry's mistake had cost her dearly. Zooey was in control, and she had no intention of letting go.
The Monica Tap Out:
Amid the unfolding chaos, Monica Ollander, renowned for her breathtaking beauty and model physique, decided it was time to take a stance. With a steely determination in her mesmerizing hazel eyes, she gracefully maneuvered her way towards Zooey, her every step a testament to her poised elegance. Renowned in the fashion industry for her stunning looks and impeccable style, Monica was not just a pretty face - she was a formidable force ready to enter the fray. The crowd held their breath as she positioned herself, her lithe figure radiating a quiet, yet potent aura of strength and resilience. Yet, unknown to the crowd, Monica's next move would not be one of physical combat, but a psychological play designed to alter the course of this brutal match.
Monica stood tall, her gaze steely and resolute, as she loomed over the beaten and bruised Kerry. She inclined her head subtly, sending a silent acknowledgement towards Katelyn Byrd and Chrissy Costanza. This simple gesture spoke volumes, a testament to the invisible ties that bound them together in this brutal display of dominance and power. The audience, filled with a mix of raw shock and morbid fascination, watched as the towering model cast a long, intimidating shadow over Kerry’s prone form. This was no longer a wrestling match; it was a public execution, and they were all witnesses to the ruthless power of Zooey and her Queens.
Zooey, a predatory smirk still adorning her face, finally released Kerry from her clutches. Her icy eyes never left Kerry's terrified face as she gracefully stood up. The crowd, still reeling from the onslaught they had just witnessed, watched as Monica elegantly took her place, her voluptuous hips sitting heavily on Kerry's back. Monica, her hazel eyes sparkling with cold determination, hooked her deadly thighs under Kerry's armpits. With a fierce glare, she began to squeeze, her muscular thighs pulsing with the effort. The stadium fell into a hush, the only sound coming from Kerry's strangled gasps for air. The domination was absolute, the message clear: Zooey's reign was far from over, and Monica was her merciless queen.
With a chilling, predatory smile, Monica began the transition that would only seal Kerry's impending doom. The crowd watched in anticipation, the tension in the stadium tangible as Monica, with an effortless grace that belied the brutal strength behind her actions, unfurled her lethal thighs from around Kerry's shell-shocked form. She swiftly maneuvered herself, her every move echoing with the ruthlessness that had come to define this brutal spectacle. The crowd held its collective breath as Monica repositioned herself, her muscular legs now strategically placed for the infamous Paige Tap Out. Kerry's desperate attempts to break free were futile against Monica's unwavering hold. With a swift, brutal motion, Monica twisted Kerry's arm, her grip firm and unyielding, the triumphant glint in her eyes reflecting the cruel satisfaction she derived from her opponent's clear distress. The crowd erupted once again, the sheer display of dominance from Monica leaving them stunned, yet morbidly fascinated. The Paige Tap Out was in full effect, and it was clear that Kerry's utter defeat was now a foregone conclusion.
Monica, her eyes ablaze with a chilling determination, executed the Paige Tap Out with a finesse befitting a seasoned warrior. Her sculpted legs, a testament to countless hours of rigorous training, tightened around Kerry's arm, the sinewy muscles rippling with raw power. There was an eerie grace in her movements, a rhythmic cadence in her ferocity, as she twisted Kerry's arm in an unyielding grip. Her hazel eyes blazed with a relentless determination, a premonition of the impending doom awaiting Kerry. Each flex of Monica's imposing thighs sent waves of excruciating pain coursing through Kerry's body, her agonized cries swallowed up by the deafening roar of the crowd. It was a brutal exhibition of power, a chilling dance of dominance, orchestrated by Monica with a ruthlessness that was both terrifying and captivating.
Kerry, in a desperate and futile attempt to regain control, reached out with her free hand towards Monica's fiery, red hair. Her fingers scraped the air, her efforts made all the more pitiful by the agonized screams tearing from her throat. The audience watched, their cheers drowned out by the hopeless cries of the beleaguered Kerry. Monica, ruthless and unwavering, maintained the Paige Tap Out with a chilling smile. Her fiery hair, untouched and gleaming under the harsh stadium lights, served as a vivid testament to her total dominance. Kerry's desperate grasps yielded nothing, her screams reverberating through the stadium to serve as a chilling soundtrack to her inevitable downfall. The contrast between Kerry's frantic attempts and Monica's icy composure was stark, a brutal reminder of the ruthless power dynamics at play.
Kerry’s hand began to wildly thump against Monica’s thigh, a frantic rhythm of defeat echoing across the stadium. Each desperate tap was a plea for mercy, a silent surrender to the relentless power of the merciless queen. But Monica, her eyes ablaze with a savage satisfaction, ignored the frantic taps against her sinewy thigh. She continued to maintain her lethal grip, her grip unwavering, her expression unchanging. The crowd watched in a mix of horror and fascination as the ruthless model turned a blind eye to Kerry's desperate pleas, her icy composure a chilling testament to the brutality she was capable of. Kerry's desperate taps slowly began to fade, her strength dwindling under Monica's relentless onslaught. Yet Monica held the hold, her predatory smile never wavering, her fiery hair gleaming under the harsh stadium lights. She acted as if Kerry's surrender was non-existent, her focus solely on the brutal display of dominance that had left the audience in stunned silence.
Finally, after a nod from the utterly dominant Zooey Deschanel, Monica Ollander released her death grip. Kerry, now reduced to a sobbing, broken shell of her former self, was abruptly dropped, her body hitting the canvas with a sickening thud that echoed through the silent stadium. The cold, hard surface of the ring offered no comfort to the fallen warrior, the reverberating pain a grim reminder of the brutal dominance she had just endured. Monica, her cold eyes still locked onto her defeated prey, finally stood up, her body towering over the pitiful figure on the ground. The crowd, now eerily quiet, watched as the merciless Queen walked away, her every step echoing with the ruthless power she had so cruelly exhibited. The brutal spectacle was over, the absolute dominance of Zooey and her Queens unchallenged, their reign of terror far from over.
The Queens of Absolution and Hour Glass Fitness are on a collision course for war and February will decide which stable is victorious.
Official Result: Zooey Deschanel & Monica Ollander defeat Kerry Katona via Submission Hold Tap Out
