AHW: FTQWL24 Contract Signing - Chrissy Costanza
Dec 31, 2023 2:11:16 GMT -6
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FTQWL24: Contract Signing AHW - Chrissy Costanza vs Mabel
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Chrissy Costanza:
(27, 5’1”, 107lbs, 3:3 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Mabel:
(27, 5’3”, 128lbs, 0:2 FCBA, Hour Glass Fitness)
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Unstoppable Songstress:
When Liz Gillies was just steeling herself to face Katelyn Byrd, all hell broke loose in the ring. The crowd roared, drowning the stadium in a deafening cheer as Chrissy Costanza, with a fierce determination in her eyes, lunged towards Mabel. Wasting no time in formalities, Chrissy decided to open with a move right out of Saraya's playbook. In a flash of blurred movement, she executed a wrestling maneuver so brutal, the audience gasped collectively. Mabel was taken by surprise, her eyes wide with shock as she felt the sheer power of Chrissy's lean, ripped abs. It was a devastating display of athleticism that left no doubt about Chrissy's formidable strength. It was clear to everyone; Mabel was no match for Chrissy's unyielding brutality.
With a strength born of her rigorous training, Chrissy locked Mabel in a ruthless chokehold, her biceps flexing into boulders that could have rivaled Mount Everest. Mabel’s face turned a shade of red that could have put ripe tomatoes to shame as she began to panic. The raw terror in her eyes echoed through the stadium, a stark contrast to the wild delight of the crowd. The brute force of Chrissy’s maneuver was a spectacle too thrilling to miss, a testament to her gritty resolve and her refusal to yield.
Just when it seemed like Chrissy had unleashed the full extent of her fury, she proved everyone wrong. Her limber frame arched backward in a move that could only be described as a masterstroke of agility and raw power. Chrissy, showing off her insane flexibility, pulled Mabel along with her, upturning the conventional physics of combat. Mabel found herself dangling precariously, her feet barely touching the ground and her face a mask of pure terror. Chrissy's maneuver was a breathtaking spectacle, one that seared itself into the memories of everyone present; a testament to her unparalleled athleticism and ruthless determination.
Of course, this wasn't some novice show of strength. Chrissy Costanza, the embodiment of sheer brutality and unyielding power, had proven her might before, and poor Millie Bobby Brown had been witness to it. Millie, the previous receiver of Chrissy's wrath, could only look on from the sidelines, a glimmer of fear hidden behind her eyes. There was a flash of déjà vu, a bitter reminder of her own clash with the titan that was Chrissy. Her bruised ego could still feel the bone-crushing pressure of Chrissy's deadly chokehold, a grim testament to the sheer force of her adversary. No one who had ever been on the receiving end of Chrissy's fury could forget the experience; it was a stark lesson in humility, a brutal clash with a force of nature. Millie's wide-eyed awe was a silent testimony to the reign of terror Chrissy commanded in the ring.
Without wasting another heartbeat, Chrissy hoisted Mabel into the air with a strength that defied explanation, displaying an awe-inspiring show of raw power. The crowd fell silent, their breath hitching collectively as Chrissy, with a savage grin etched on her face, slammed Mabel into the canvas with a force that could have rivaled a meteor strike. The impact echoed around the stadium, a chilling testament to Chrissy's unrelenting brutality. Mabel was left whimpering pathetically, a pitiful sight as she lay on the canvas, gasping for air. The sheer force of Chrissy's attack had knocked the wind out of her lungs, leaving her struggling to breathe. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, their cheers deafening as Chrissy towered over Mabel's defeated form, a chilling predator reveling in her conquest.
A Songstress Vulnerability:
As the dust settled from Chrissy's meteoric assault, a fresh wave of pandemonium broke out in the ring. It was a multi-way royale, an unchained dance of chaos and power, as Zooey Deschanel, Monica Ollander, Katelyn Byrd, Kerry Katona, Mary Earps, and Elizabeth Gillies squared off in a frenzy of action. Each one was a force to be reckoned with, their determination and strength a visual spectacle that added a new level of intensity to the night. The atmosphere was electric, the crowd's cheers reaching a fever pitch as the women clashed, their every move an explosive display of aggression and skill. Amidst the chaos, Chrissy and Mabel continued their deadly dance, circling each other like predators, their gaze never wavering from the other. It was a chilling sight, a deadly ballet of strength and brutality under the harsh ring lights.
With a sudden surge of resolution, Mabel returned the favor, defying the odds and launching an assault of her own. The target: Chrissy's formidable abs. She summoned all her remaining strength and executed a series of moves aimed squarely at Chrissy's chiseled midriff. Mabel showcased her skills with a rarely seen Dragon Screw, a move designed to tug and twist at the abdominal muscles, her face twisted in concentration. She followed it up with a swift gutwrench powerbomb, targeting Chrissy's lower abs with a precision that was nothing short of impressive. The crowd went wild, their screams a cacophony of excitement as Mabel, against all odds, fought back. The glint of competition flared anew in her eyes, a fierce determination to strike down the titan that was Chrissy. But despite her best efforts, Chrissy's abs remained as unyielding as steel, a testament to her rigorous training and iron will. The battle was far from over, and the crowd watched anxiously, their hearts pounding in anticipation of the brutality still to come.
Mabel, in a last-ditch effort, dug deep into her wrestling repertoire. With a blaze in her eyes that signaled her determination, she launched a relentless assault on Chrissy's abs. An unexpected pile driver caught Chrissy off guard, briefly throwing her off balance. The crowd held its collective breath as the indomitable Chrissy faltered for the first time, a sheen of sweat visible on her brow. Mabel, seizing her chance, unleashed a series of rapid-fire knee strikes, each one aimed meticulously at Chrissy's steel-like midsection. The impact echoed through the stadium, a chilling reminder of Mabel's resolve. The crowd roared in response as Chrissy grunted, her muscles straining against the onslaught. It was a rare sight, the unshakeable Chrissy Costanza showing a hint of vulnerability. But this was far from over, and everyone knew Chrissy was a long way from being broken. Her abs might be under fire, but her fighting spirit was as fierce as ever. The display of resilience was nothing short of mesmerizing, and the crowd waited for Chrissy's retaliation. The night was young, and the real battle had just begun.
Steeling herself for the fight, Chrissy tried to retaliate, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash a counterattack. But Mabel, with a glint of defiance in her eyes, was quicker. With an agility that belied her earlier defeat, she executed a perfect Dragon Screw. The crowd gasped as Mabel twisted her body, her grip firm around Chrissy, aimed with laser-sharp precision at her rock-hard abs. There was a collective intake of breath as Mabel twisted, a gruesome spectacle that sent a chill down everyone's spine. Chrissy's eyes widened in shock, her body bending unnaturally under the force of Mabel's attack. A wave of pain surged through her, radiating from her abs, as she was brought down to her knees. Mabel's Dragon Screw was a masterpiece, a harrowing image of pain etched onto Chrissy's face that had the audience on their feet. For that brief moment, the indomitable Chrissy Costanza seemed mortal, her usually unyielding physique succumbing to the brutal force of Mabel's attack.
Songstress Submission:
Spotting her chance, Mabel lunged forward, her eyes aflame with a fierce, primal determination. She swiftly maneuvered herself into position, locking Chrissy into a devastating Boston crab submission hold. Mabel's fingers dug into Chrissy's midriff, the pressure escalating as she pulled back with all her might, wrenching Chrissy's steel-like abs in a gruesome display of power. The audience gasped collectively, the sudden silence of the stadium pierced only by Chrissy's pained grunt echoing hauntingly across the arena. Her abs, a testament to her strength and resolve, were under an assault that could break even the toughest fighters. Chrissy lay on the canvas, her face a mask of pain as she clutched her battered abs, her body writhing under the excruciating hold of Mabel's monstrous submission.
Mabel's savage submission hold continued, its unwavering intensity a brutal testament to her determination to break Chrissy down. The entire stadium held its collective breath, the eerie silence punctuated only by the unearthly soundtrack of Chrissy's strained grunts. Chrissy's lean, ripped abs, a symbol of her power and athleticism, were in the clutches of Mabel's merciless grip. The brutal pressure applied by Mabel forced Chrissy's steel-like abs to contort in unnatural shapes. Visible under the floodlights were the individual muscles of Chrissy's midriff, their normally smooth, sculpted form now twisted and strained under Mabel's relentless attack. Sweat dripped down the valleys of Chrissy's abs, a telltale sign of the immense tension her body was under. Veins pulsed under the surface of her tanned skin, a stark reminder of the brutal assault her abs were undergoing. The savage spectacle drew winces from the audience, their heartbeats syncing with the rhythm of Chrissy's pained grunts. The sight of the unyielding Chrissy Costanza, her abs under siege, and her defeat looming was a sight that would be engraved into the annals of wrestling history.
With every torturous second passing under Mabel's brutal submission, Chrissy's abs convulsed under the relentless pressure, their steel-like resilience being tested beyond their limits. The valleys between her ripped muscle groups deepened, her skin stretched taut over her quaking abdomen. The sheer raw power of Mabel's submission left Chrissy's abs wavering, their usual firmness replaced with a sorrowful surrender. In one heart-stopping moment, Chrissy tapped. The sound of her hand hitting the mat echoed through the stadium like a death knell, the end of a long and brutal battle. Mabel released her, and Chrissy's abs, the battleground of this grueling contest, slowly relaxed. The hand that had tapped in surrender gingerly moved to her midsection, tracing the lines of her abs that bore the signs of this brutal encounter. Each muscle group was swollen, the individual contours accentuated under the harsh stadium lights. The once unyielding steel of her abs had been strained to the breaking point, the physical embodiment of Chrissy's incredible endurance and Mabel's savage determination. Exhaustion seeped into every line of Chrissy's abs, the brutal aftermath of the battle that would etch its mark in the annals of wrestling history.
Even as the aftermath of the brutal battle played out in the ring, a new spectacle was unraveling at its edge. Mabel, victorious yet drained from the grueling match, turned to find her manager, Kerry Katona in a precarious situation. Monica Ollander, known for her ruthless tactics, was already at her, applying the dreaded Paige Tap Out with a terrifying efficiency. The sheer desperation in Kerry's eyes sent a jolt of panic through Mabel. She tried to rush to her manager's aid, but the vicious battle with Chrissy had taken its toll. Her legs wobbled, her breath came in ragged gasps; she was powerless in the face of this new threat. The arena, still reeling from the historic battle, watched in stunned silence as Monica's grip tightened and Kerry's struggles waned. The Paige Tap Out, known to have brought many tough competitors to their knees, was being executed in all its brutal glory. And Mabel, could do nothing but watch helplessly as her manager was trapped in its merciless
Official Result: Mabel defeats Chrissy Costanza via Submission Hold Tap Out
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Chrissy Costanza:
(27, 5’1”, 107lbs, 3:3 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Mabel:
(27, 5’3”, 128lbs, 0:2 FCBA, Hour Glass Fitness)
Unstoppable Songstress:
When Liz Gillies was just steeling herself to face Katelyn Byrd, all hell broke loose in the ring. The crowd roared, drowning the stadium in a deafening cheer as Chrissy Costanza, with a fierce determination in her eyes, lunged towards Mabel. Wasting no time in formalities, Chrissy decided to open with a move right out of Saraya's playbook. In a flash of blurred movement, she executed a wrestling maneuver so brutal, the audience gasped collectively. Mabel was taken by surprise, her eyes wide with shock as she felt the sheer power of Chrissy's lean, ripped abs. It was a devastating display of athleticism that left no doubt about Chrissy's formidable strength. It was clear to everyone; Mabel was no match for Chrissy's unyielding brutality.
With a strength born of her rigorous training, Chrissy locked Mabel in a ruthless chokehold, her biceps flexing into boulders that could have rivaled Mount Everest. Mabel’s face turned a shade of red that could have put ripe tomatoes to shame as she began to panic. The raw terror in her eyes echoed through the stadium, a stark contrast to the wild delight of the crowd. The brute force of Chrissy’s maneuver was a spectacle too thrilling to miss, a testament to her gritty resolve and her refusal to yield.
Just when it seemed like Chrissy had unleashed the full extent of her fury, she proved everyone wrong. Her limber frame arched backward in a move that could only be described as a masterstroke of agility and raw power. Chrissy, showing off her insane flexibility, pulled Mabel along with her, upturning the conventional physics of combat. Mabel found herself dangling precariously, her feet barely touching the ground and her face a mask of pure terror. Chrissy's maneuver was a breathtaking spectacle, one that seared itself into the memories of everyone present; a testament to her unparalleled athleticism and ruthless determination.
Of course, this wasn't some novice show of strength. Chrissy Costanza, the embodiment of sheer brutality and unyielding power, had proven her might before, and poor Millie Bobby Brown had been witness to it. Millie, the previous receiver of Chrissy's wrath, could only look on from the sidelines, a glimmer of fear hidden behind her eyes. There was a flash of déjà vu, a bitter reminder of her own clash with the titan that was Chrissy. Her bruised ego could still feel the bone-crushing pressure of Chrissy's deadly chokehold, a grim testament to the sheer force of her adversary. No one who had ever been on the receiving end of Chrissy's fury could forget the experience; it was a stark lesson in humility, a brutal clash with a force of nature. Millie's wide-eyed awe was a silent testimony to the reign of terror Chrissy commanded in the ring.
Without wasting another heartbeat, Chrissy hoisted Mabel into the air with a strength that defied explanation, displaying an awe-inspiring show of raw power. The crowd fell silent, their breath hitching collectively as Chrissy, with a savage grin etched on her face, slammed Mabel into the canvas with a force that could have rivaled a meteor strike. The impact echoed around the stadium, a chilling testament to Chrissy's unrelenting brutality. Mabel was left whimpering pathetically, a pitiful sight as she lay on the canvas, gasping for air. The sheer force of Chrissy's attack had knocked the wind out of her lungs, leaving her struggling to breathe. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, their cheers deafening as Chrissy towered over Mabel's defeated form, a chilling predator reveling in her conquest.
A Songstress Vulnerability:
As the dust settled from Chrissy's meteoric assault, a fresh wave of pandemonium broke out in the ring. It was a multi-way royale, an unchained dance of chaos and power, as Zooey Deschanel, Monica Ollander, Katelyn Byrd, Kerry Katona, Mary Earps, and Elizabeth Gillies squared off in a frenzy of action. Each one was a force to be reckoned with, their determination and strength a visual spectacle that added a new level of intensity to the night. The atmosphere was electric, the crowd's cheers reaching a fever pitch as the women clashed, their every move an explosive display of aggression and skill. Amidst the chaos, Chrissy and Mabel continued their deadly dance, circling each other like predators, their gaze never wavering from the other. It was a chilling sight, a deadly ballet of strength and brutality under the harsh ring lights.
With a sudden surge of resolution, Mabel returned the favor, defying the odds and launching an assault of her own. The target: Chrissy's formidable abs. She summoned all her remaining strength and executed a series of moves aimed squarely at Chrissy's chiseled midriff. Mabel showcased her skills with a rarely seen Dragon Screw, a move designed to tug and twist at the abdominal muscles, her face twisted in concentration. She followed it up with a swift gutwrench powerbomb, targeting Chrissy's lower abs with a precision that was nothing short of impressive. The crowd went wild, their screams a cacophony of excitement as Mabel, against all odds, fought back. The glint of competition flared anew in her eyes, a fierce determination to strike down the titan that was Chrissy. But despite her best efforts, Chrissy's abs remained as unyielding as steel, a testament to her rigorous training and iron will. The battle was far from over, and the crowd watched anxiously, their hearts pounding in anticipation of the brutality still to come.
Mabel, in a last-ditch effort, dug deep into her wrestling repertoire. With a blaze in her eyes that signaled her determination, she launched a relentless assault on Chrissy's abs. An unexpected pile driver caught Chrissy off guard, briefly throwing her off balance. The crowd held its collective breath as the indomitable Chrissy faltered for the first time, a sheen of sweat visible on her brow. Mabel, seizing her chance, unleashed a series of rapid-fire knee strikes, each one aimed meticulously at Chrissy's steel-like midsection. The impact echoed through the stadium, a chilling reminder of Mabel's resolve. The crowd roared in response as Chrissy grunted, her muscles straining against the onslaught. It was a rare sight, the unshakeable Chrissy Costanza showing a hint of vulnerability. But this was far from over, and everyone knew Chrissy was a long way from being broken. Her abs might be under fire, but her fighting spirit was as fierce as ever. The display of resilience was nothing short of mesmerizing, and the crowd waited for Chrissy's retaliation. The night was young, and the real battle had just begun.
Steeling herself for the fight, Chrissy tried to retaliate, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash a counterattack. But Mabel, with a glint of defiance in her eyes, was quicker. With an agility that belied her earlier defeat, she executed a perfect Dragon Screw. The crowd gasped as Mabel twisted her body, her grip firm around Chrissy, aimed with laser-sharp precision at her rock-hard abs. There was a collective intake of breath as Mabel twisted, a gruesome spectacle that sent a chill down everyone's spine. Chrissy's eyes widened in shock, her body bending unnaturally under the force of Mabel's attack. A wave of pain surged through her, radiating from her abs, as she was brought down to her knees. Mabel's Dragon Screw was a masterpiece, a harrowing image of pain etched onto Chrissy's face that had the audience on their feet. For that brief moment, the indomitable Chrissy Costanza seemed mortal, her usually unyielding physique succumbing to the brutal force of Mabel's attack.
Songstress Submission:
Spotting her chance, Mabel lunged forward, her eyes aflame with a fierce, primal determination. She swiftly maneuvered herself into position, locking Chrissy into a devastating Boston crab submission hold. Mabel's fingers dug into Chrissy's midriff, the pressure escalating as she pulled back with all her might, wrenching Chrissy's steel-like abs in a gruesome display of power. The audience gasped collectively, the sudden silence of the stadium pierced only by Chrissy's pained grunt echoing hauntingly across the arena. Her abs, a testament to her strength and resolve, were under an assault that could break even the toughest fighters. Chrissy lay on the canvas, her face a mask of pain as she clutched her battered abs, her body writhing under the excruciating hold of Mabel's monstrous submission.
Mabel's savage submission hold continued, its unwavering intensity a brutal testament to her determination to break Chrissy down. The entire stadium held its collective breath, the eerie silence punctuated only by the unearthly soundtrack of Chrissy's strained grunts. Chrissy's lean, ripped abs, a symbol of her power and athleticism, were in the clutches of Mabel's merciless grip. The brutal pressure applied by Mabel forced Chrissy's steel-like abs to contort in unnatural shapes. Visible under the floodlights were the individual muscles of Chrissy's midriff, their normally smooth, sculpted form now twisted and strained under Mabel's relentless attack. Sweat dripped down the valleys of Chrissy's abs, a telltale sign of the immense tension her body was under. Veins pulsed under the surface of her tanned skin, a stark reminder of the brutal assault her abs were undergoing. The savage spectacle drew winces from the audience, their heartbeats syncing with the rhythm of Chrissy's pained grunts. The sight of the unyielding Chrissy Costanza, her abs under siege, and her defeat looming was a sight that would be engraved into the annals of wrestling history.
With every torturous second passing under Mabel's brutal submission, Chrissy's abs convulsed under the relentless pressure, their steel-like resilience being tested beyond their limits. The valleys between her ripped muscle groups deepened, her skin stretched taut over her quaking abdomen. The sheer raw power of Mabel's submission left Chrissy's abs wavering, their usual firmness replaced with a sorrowful surrender. In one heart-stopping moment, Chrissy tapped. The sound of her hand hitting the mat echoed through the stadium like a death knell, the end of a long and brutal battle. Mabel released her, and Chrissy's abs, the battleground of this grueling contest, slowly relaxed. The hand that had tapped in surrender gingerly moved to her midsection, tracing the lines of her abs that bore the signs of this brutal encounter. Each muscle group was swollen, the individual contours accentuated under the harsh stadium lights. The once unyielding steel of her abs had been strained to the breaking point, the physical embodiment of Chrissy's incredible endurance and Mabel's savage determination. Exhaustion seeped into every line of Chrissy's abs, the brutal aftermath of the battle that would etch its mark in the annals of wrestling history.
Even as the aftermath of the brutal battle played out in the ring, a new spectacle was unraveling at its edge. Mabel, victorious yet drained from the grueling match, turned to find her manager, Kerry Katona in a precarious situation. Monica Ollander, known for her ruthless tactics, was already at her, applying the dreaded Paige Tap Out with a terrifying efficiency. The sheer desperation in Kerry's eyes sent a jolt of panic through Mabel. She tried to rush to her manager's aid, but the vicious battle with Chrissy had taken its toll. Her legs wobbled, her breath came in ragged gasps; she was powerless in the face of this new threat. The arena, still reeling from the historic battle, watched in stunned silence as Monica's grip tightened and Kerry's struggles waned. The Paige Tap Out, known to have brought many tough competitors to their knees, was being executed in all its brutal glory. And Mabel, could do nothing but watch helplessly as her manager was trapped in its merciless
Official Result: Mabel defeats Chrissy Costanza via Submission Hold Tap Out
