AHW: FTQWL24 Contract Signing - Monica Ollander

FTQWL24: Contract Signing AHW - Monica Ollander vs Mary Earps


(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Monica Ollander:
(30, 5’9”, 123.5lbs, 0:2 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)


Mary Earps:
(30, 5’8”, 121lbs, 0:0 FCBA, Hour Glass Fitness)


A Squeeze Away:

Despite her initial struggle, Mary Earps suddenly transformed into an absolute beast - her eyes fixed with a dangerous glimmer of determination. Seizing the moment, she launched herself at Monica Ollander, her fingers tangling in that fiery red mane. With a Herculean effort, Earps managed to drag Monica across the canvas, her lean abs scraping against the rough material. It was like watching a lioness drag her prey across the Savannah, a display of raw power that left the crowd breathless. But make no mistake, Ollander was far from broken, and the ensuing battle was sure to be an epic spectacle of sweat, strength, and unyielding will.

Earps, using every ounce of her athletic prowess, lunged forward and delivered a brutal knee to Monica's unyielding abs. The crowd gasped collectively, the impact resonating through the stadium like a thunderbolt. Monica's back smashed into the turnbuckle, her abs absorbing the bulk of the attack. The lean muscles rippled under the onslaught, each strike a testament to Earps' relentless desire to break her opponent. Yet Monica didn't buckle. She stood there, a monument to sheer tenacity and resilience, each blow molding her into an even more formidable adversary. This was no longer a wrestling match - it was a battle of wills, a testament to the grit and ferocity of two indomitable spirits.

Monica, like a prowling lioness, instantly turned the tables. Utilizing the ropes as her ally, she sprang up, her deadly thighs coiling around Mary's waist with the lethal precision of a python. The entire SoFi Stadium held its breath as the fight took a seismic shift. The sheer power of Monica's brutal squeeze felt palpable even from the sideline, her muscles transformed into a vice of unyielding steel. She was relentless, squeezing Mary with everything she had, the raw power of her thighs making a mockery of the earlier onslaught. There was no mercy here, only the ruthless desire to crush her opponent into submission. This was Monica's domain, and she was the alpha - dominant, unbroken, and utterly ruthless.

In a mind-blowing show of fortitude, Monica didn't just continue, she escalated. Her fiery eyes locked onto Mary, a predator zeroing in on its prey. In one swift motion, she released her vice-like grip, hurling herself back onto her feet. Earps, gasping for breath, barely had a moment to blink before Monica's boot was crashing into her midriff, sending her sprawling onto the canvas. The sheer impact echoed through SoFi Stadium, a cataclysmic affirmation of Monica's raw, unrestrained power. But Monica wasn't done, not by a long shot. Blessed with an inhuman resilience, she pounced on Earps, her fists raining down mercilessly on the latter's defenseless body. Each punch was a thunderous testament to Monica's brutal strength, her desperation to dominate escalating the brutality into the stratosphere. The crowd roared, a wild cacophony of cheers and gasps, their anticipation and horror amplifying the savage spectacle unfolding before them. Monica Ollander was a force of nature, a raging storm of fury and might, transforming the wrestling match into a gladiatorial arena of unparalleled ferocity.

In a final, devastating act of dominance, Monica turned her sights on Mary Earps' prized legs - the very pillars of her illustrious soccer career. In a flash, Monica ensnared Mary's ankles with her own iron-gripped legs, executing an impossibly brutal figure-four leglock. The raw power of Monica's thighs bore down on Mary's legs, the crushing pressure an explicit mockery of Mary's once formidable kicking strength. Each agonizing twist was a deliberate insult, a scornful reminder of Mary's previous glory now being crushed under Monica's indomitable strength. The crowd's reaction was deafening. A mix of shock, awe and a hint of trepidation swept across SoFi Stadium as they witnessed Monica's ruthless assault on Mary's soccer legacy. The once golden legs were trapped, caught in the ruthless vice of Monica's unyielding hold. The wrestling ring was no longer just a battlefield but a stage for Monica to assert her brutal dominance over a fallen soccer star.

Monica continued, her every movement a symphony of destruction. With a predator’s gleam in her eyes, she rose from the fallen figure of Earps, her chest heaving with exertion, her abs glistening with sweat. The crowd went silent, captivated by the raw, primal power radiating from her. Ollander wasn't just winning - she was conquering, her dominance echoing through every corner of SoFi Stadium. Leisurely, she sauntered over to her fallen opponent, a smug grin playing on her lips as she reached down and roughly pulled Mary up by the hair. Monica was far from finished. Her next move was a brutal kick, executed with the precision and force of a seasoned fighter. The impact reverberated through the stadium, a chilling testament to Earps' utter defeat. The crowd erupted, their cheers a twisted symphony to Monica’s relentless onslaught. This was Monica's arena, her territory - and she was the unforgiving queen of this brutal domain. No mercy, no surrender - just pure, unadulterated dominance.

Model’s Submission:

Seemingly crushed under Monica's indomitable onslaught, Mary Earps found a last vestige of resilience. Her legs, though rendered useless by the brutal figure-four leglock, still held a spark of defiance. Summoning every last bit of willpower she had left, Earps lashed out – her cleat-clad foot making contact with Monica's flat, iron-hard abs. The impact was like a gunshot, the force of it driving Monica back into the unforgiving steel of the turnbuckle. The crowd erupted, shock and exhilaration electrifying the atmosphere. Earps' desperate retaliation was a beastly cry of pain and determined resistance, momentarily halting the relentless tide of Monica's dominance.

In an audacious act of defiance, Mary pushed herself from the unforgiving canvas, her eyes locked onto Monica's stunned figure. Each step she took was labored, a testament to the pulsating pain resonating through her battered legs. Yet there was a fire in her eyes, a determined spark that refused to be extinguished. With a roar that echoed throughout the stadium, Mary charged, her clenched fist rocketing towards Monica's unguarded midsection. The impact was explosive, a shockwave of raw power that sent Monica sprawling back against the turnbuckle. The crowd gasped, swept up in the sudden shift of momentum. Mary continued her fierce counter-attack, her fists falling like vengeful hammers onto Monica's sculpted abs. She wasn't just fighting back, she was unleashing a storm of pent-up fury and frustration, her every strike a declaration of her unbroken spirit. The tide had turned, transforming the match into a brutal tug-of-war between two unstoppable forces.

In an astounding show of strength, Mary took a brief moment to gather herself before launching a savage assault at Monica's unyielding core. With a fiery glint in her eyes, she executed a devastating elbow drop aimed directly at Monica's finely sculpted abs. The brutal force echoed like a thunderclap through the hushed stadium. Monica's body buckled under the impact, her rock-hard abs absorbing the brunt of Mary's explosive retaliation. Mary, now a force of raw energy and unbridled fury, continued her relentless assault. Each blow was a merciless testament to her resolve, her every move a violent dance of destruction targeting Monica's once unassailable midsection. The crowd was in an uproar, their shock palpable as they bore witness to Mary's ruthless comeback. This was no longer just a match - it was a full-blown war, waged on a battlefield of sweat, strength, and sheer will.

Lines of strain etched into Monica's once invincible abs as Mary relentlessly continued her assault, unyielding in her ferocity. Mary, a woman possessed with fiery determination, saw the weakening in Monica's defenses and pounced. Her fists rained down, each punch a sledgehammer against Monica's sculpted midsection. The steady rhythm of powerful blows was deafening, a dark symphony of Mary's resolve. Monica's abs, once her towering fortress, were beginning to crumble under the onslaught. The once iron-hard slabs of muscle shuddered, rippling with the impact of each brutal strike. The crowd was aghast; the unyielding queen was now on the receiving end of a brutal storm. Monica's abs, a formidable testament to her strength, were now the Achilles' heel that Mary exploited relentlessly.

Gritting her teeth, Mary took an aggressive stance, her eyes blazing with sheer determination. She took a moment, gathering her strength before charging at Monica like a raging bull. The stadium held its breath as Mary extended her arm, fingers locked in a deadly vice grip, and launched one of the most brutal wrestling moves ever seen in SoFi Stadium. With a primal roar that reverberated across the arena, she slammed her forearm into Monica's already battered midsection. Monica's eyes widened in shock as her abs met the punishing blow, buckling under the raw, ruthless power of Mary's assault. The force was enough to lift Monica off her feet, her body arching in agony before she collapsed onto the canvas. The crowd erupted into a deafening cheer, their voices echoing the shocking turn of events. Mary had not just retaliated, she had thrown down the gauntlet, marking the beginning of a forceful comeback. Monica, once the indomitable queen of the ring, was now reeling from the force of Mary's brutal wrestling move. This was a game-changer. This was war.

With a savage glint in her eyes, Mary capitalized on Monica's weakened state, her every move calculated and precise. She thrust Monica's still recoiling figure into a brutal submission hold, her fingers digging into Monica's battered abs like a vice. The hold was a gruesome spectacle, a twisted testament to Mary's relentless domination. Monica writhed in the torturous grip, but Mary was unyielding, her iron-hard grip a brutal echo of her refusal to back down. The stadium erupted, their cheers a chilling soundtrack to the brutal scene unfolding in the ring. Monica, once the epitome of raw power, was now caught in Mary's merciless clutches, the tables having turned in a shocking reversal of power. Mary's submission hold signaled not only her stunning comeback but also the beginning of a brutal endgame in this savage dance of dominance and defiance.

The submission hold continued, its brutal grip unyielding. Monica's cries filled the stadium, a chilling symphony of pain that echoed across the enthralled spectators. Her body contorted in the ruthless hold, each desperate struggle amplifying the searing pain radiating from her battered abs. Mary, her face a mask of ruthless determination, tightened her hold, her fingers digging into Monica's trembling midsection like tenacious claws. Each cry that escaped Monica's lips was a testament to Mary's brutal domination; each wince and gasp a chilling reminder of the crushing power of the hold. The once invincible titan, Monica, was now caught in a gripping saga of defiance and endurance, her screams painting a vivid portrait of her struggle. This was no longer a mere wrestling match; it had become a desperate battle for survival on the canvas of SoFi Stadium.

Suddenly, with a final, gut-wrenching scream, Monica tapped out. The sound echoed through the stadium, a chilling harbinger of defeat. The crowd went silent, the only sound Monica's ragged breaths and the pounding of thousands of hearts. Mary, in a testament to her sportsmanship, instantly released her. She stepped back, panting heavily, a wild triumphant look in her eyes. Monica, the once indomitable titan, collapsed onto the canvas, her hand instinctively flying to her stomach. She curled up, cradling her battered abs, her body shaking from the exertion and agony. The stadium, stuck in a stunned silence, could only watch as the undisputed queen of the ring tasted defeat for the first time. Mary's victory was as brutal as it was stunning, a shocking demonstration of raw power and unyielding determination.

Monica the Phoenix:

But then, in a shocking twist of fate, Mary made a fatal error, a mistake that would cost her dearly. She gave Monica room to breathe, a reprieve that would prove to be her downfall. With a supreme effort and the will of a wounded bear, Monica slowly began to rise. Her eyes, lit with a fierce resolve, met Mary's triumphant gaze. Suddenly, with a swift, brutal intensity, Monica lashed out, her finely honed foot striking Mary’s leg with the power of a freight train. The impact was a sonic boom reverberating through the stadium. Mary's leg buckled beneath her, surrendering to the brutal force of Monica's surprise attack. She hit the canvas on her knees, shock painting her features as the crowd gasped in unison. The tide had turned once again in the savage spectacle of iron wills and brutal determination.

With a swift, predatory grace, Monica seized her opportunity. She lunged towards the fallen Mary, her lethal thighs wrapping around Mary's neck in a vice-like scissor hold. This was it. This was Monica's endgame, a brutal display of athleticism and raw determination. Her thighs, sculpted from countless hours of grueling training, were as unyielding as steel, applying an enormous force on Mary's helpless neck. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Monica tightened her hold, squeezing with a brute force that had felled many a foe before. A guttural growl escaped her lips as she channeled every ounce of her strength into the punishing scissor hold. Mary clawed desperately at Monica's thighs, her face turning a ghastly shade as the ruthless pressure mounted. But Monica was relentless. She clenched her jaw, the muscles in her thighs bulging with the enormous effort, intent on making Mary pay for every second of anguish she had endured. And then, with a strangled gasp, Mary's struggles weakened. Her attempts to free herself became feeble, her eyes rolled back, and with a final, shuddering breath, she fell into an uneasy sleep. SoFi stadium erupted into pandemonium. The brutal queen, Monica Ollander, had reclaimed her throne in the most savage way imaginable.

As the crowd's cheers echoed through the stadium, Monica's gaze, now icy with determination, turned to a new target. In the aftermath of her brutal victory, she slowly rose to her full formidable height, each movement purposeful and deliberate. Her focus was now locked on Kerry Katona, who stood at the edge of the ring, a mix of fear and defiance etched on her face. The crowd held their breath as Monica began her calculated advance, her stride as predatory as a lioness stalking her prey.

Official Result: Mary Earps defeats Monica Ollander via Submission Hold Tap Out & Monica Ollander defeats Mary Earps via Scissorhold Knockout