QoR: More Civil War

At one of several Queens training campuses throughout the country located near the large stadiums and arenas that hold FCBA events, Chrissy Costanza who was wearing a green sports bra, green and white gloves, green and white trunks, and green and white boots with her signature hair styled loosely as if she had an event tonight, working out on a punching bag - breathing heavily; with every exhale coming another loud SMACK of her fist colliding with the punching bag itself.

She had been watching the Fates Civil War event and was ecstatic that fellow stablemate Katherine McNamara had won against Elizabeth Olsen but disappointed to see Team Taylor for which McNamara was on, ultimately lose the event.

She continued training until the sound of a door opening caught her attention in the distance. Chrissy stopped and turned to see who was joining her tonight. As the shadow made its way into the light a beautiful redheaded girl made an appearance wearing a blue sports bra, blue, red, and black gloves, blue and white trunks, and blue and white boots with her hair all fixed up: it was the one woman Chrissy had been thinking about - Katherine McNamara.

“Hey Kat!” the singer said exuberantly.

Kat dropped her gym bag and asked Chrissy “do you mind, I have a little pent up frustration.”

Chrissy waved her to the bag and got behind it to hold it to prevent it from swinging back and forth at McNamara.

Kat started hitting the bag with jabs at a surprising level of force to Chrissy.

“Elizabeth f*cking escaped the smother” - Kat sent another two jabs at the bag, “I will put her to sleep in front of everyone again whether that’s fighting as a Queen,” she hit the bag with another jab, “or a Fates fighter.”

Chrissy concentrated on trying not to get pushed back. She was a strong woman but Kat had picked up a few things from also being a Queen.

“How did Emily win?” McNamara asked rhetorically as she jabbed the bag three more times.

“Is she Krysten Ritter who broke Anne Hathaway’s nose during a fight? No!” She sent more jabs at the punching bag.

“Did she even last through Model Mayhem? No!” Kat hit the bag with even more jabs.

“And Olsen, running into the arms of security, gahhhh!” McNamara screamed as she hit the bag hard enough to slide Chrissy.

“Well, at least you’re working out your anger,” Chrissy stated as she let the bag go.

“Do you think Amy and Zooey would setup a match between me and Elizabeth making sure she can’t escape?” Kat asked.

“Amy would probably be more than happy to if Fates administration agrees but as to making sure Elizabeth can’t escape - talk to Zooey” Chrissy answered.

Kat put her arm around Chrissy’s shoulders: “what do you say we go and spar in the ring?”

Chrissy replied “I thought you’d never ask.”