9. Chrissy Costanza vs Brielle Robillard (Main Event)
May 22, 2024 2:07:14 GMT -6
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LND: Chrissy Costanza vs Brielle Robillard
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Chrissy Costanza:
(28, 5’1”, 106lbs, 3:3 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Brielle Robillard:
(23, 5’3”, 103lbs, 1:1:0 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)
BEFORE:
Chrissy Costanza. The Songstress as she’s known by. She is so important to the Queens that she has performed every one of their Half-Time Shows since Re: Ignite in 2023. Lead singer of the band Against the Current she has earned herself quite the reputation on stage and in the boxing ring with the Queens of Absolution. Tonight, she’s the main event. And she knew it.
Clad in a black sports bra and black leggings with black leather boots and black boxing gloves with her brown hair laid in waves down to her shoulders, the strength that she wielded in her tiny 5’1” package apparent as her abs tensed up as she moved or her biceps bulged as she moved her arms, it was clear that singing kept her in great shape and working with the Queens kept her in phenomenal shape that she was not someone you wanted to mess with.
Chrissy made her way, this time not onto a stage, but to the ring and and climbed the ropes, slid in, walking past Brielle Robillard who was wearing a dark blue bra and dark blue trunks with dark blue gloves and boots, completely ignoring her brown haired American-Canadian softer body foe.
Chrissy swung around half cocked, “how broken do you want to be after this?” she asked.
Brielle, annoyed at being underestimated, “my Songstress, oh my Songstress, you might be so proud of that body of yours and think you can just do what you please but I will be knocking you out in front of all of your fans todays.”
Chrissy looked shocked at Brielle’s words and almost went after her immediately but the ref stepped in and pushed her to her corner much to the dismay of the audience who did not take kindly to the disrespect of the Songstress.
The ref just skipped the formalities, He raised his arm and and like slicing butter through air, lowered it, to signal for the bell.
AND HERE WE GO. THE MAIN EVENT. TEN ROUNDS OF FLYWEIGHT ACTION!
Round 01:
Round 1 started with an explosive fury, as Brielle Robillard charged out of her corner like a woman possessed, eyes locked on Chrissy Costanza’s rippling abs. Brielle feinted with a left jab, dodged Chrissy's counter-cross, and then delivered a powerful hook to Chrissy’s midsection. Chrissy absorbed the hit, retaliating with a swift one-two combination that sent Brielle backpedaling.
But Brielle was relentless, like a shark smelling blood in the water. She continually focused her punches on Chrissy's abs, landing a vicious uppercut followed by a precise jab. Chrissy, however, was no pushover. She danced around the ring with agility, firing quick jabs and delivering a devastating right hook that grazed Brielle’s cheek. A solid left body shot from Chrissy almost winded Brielle, but she responded with another flurry of punches aimed at Chrissy’s torso, driving the air from her lungs.
As the round came to a close, the judges tallied the near-even exchange of blows. Brielle narrowly clinched the round on points, thanks to her unwavering focus on eroding Chrissy's core. Chrissy, visibly angry and heaving breaths, stormed to her corner with fiery eyes. There was a quiet intensity as she mentally prepared for the next round, determined to make Brielle pay tenfold for each body shot she endured. The Songstress was gearing up for a fierce comeback.
Round 02 & 03:
Round two kicked off with a vengeance. Chrissy Costanza exploded from her corner, her eyes seething with fiery determination. Using her incredible flexibility, she dodged and weaved through Brielle Robillard's initial onslaught. She swiftly slid under a wild hook from Brielle and snuck behind her, locking Brielle in a vicious chokehold. Chrissy's bulging bicep cut off Brielle's air supply as she arched backwards, effortlessly forcing Brielle to writhe in pain.
"You thought you could beat me? Pathetic!" Chrissy sneered.
Brielle's eyes were full of terror; tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to plea with Chrissy to release her. The audience was going absolutely wild, roaring in excitement as Chrissy held her grip just long enough to turn Brielle's face a shocking shade of red. Seeing the ref approaching, Chrissy let go abruptly, causing Brielle to drop and gasp for breath, coughing violently. Seizing the opportunity, Chrissy yanked Brielle back into the fray, raining down a flurry of vicious punches on Brielle's unprotected midriff.
"How's it feel now? Think you can handle this?!" Chrissy taunted between devastating shots that left Brielle winded and nauseated.
Chrissy's jabs were rapid-fire, transitioning into a brutal uppercut that caught Brielle squarely on the jaw. Brielle staggered, but Chrissy followed her into the ropes, sinking a ferocious right hook deep into Brielle's softer belly. The round ended with Brielle on wobbly legs, gasping for air, and barely able to stand.
Entering round three, the packed stadium roared in anticipation as Chrissy, riding high on her momentum, kept up the relentless assault. Brielle, still reeling from the previous round, was no match for Chrissy's combination of power and agility. Chrissy bobbed and weaved, effortlessly avoiding Brielle's feeble attempts to fight back. Suddenly, Chrissy unleashed a devastating series of punches.
"This is only the beginning, you weakling!" She spat, delivering a swift jab to Brielle’s face, immediately followed by a thunderous right hook to her body.
Brielle doubled over in pain, but Chrissy was merciless. She hammered Brielle's sides with fierce hooks, each one driving the air from Brielle's lungs and further weakening her opponent's resolve.
"You’re just a punching bag!" Chrissy jeered, as she delivered a crushing uppercut to Brielle's chin, snapping her head back.
Brielle was on the verge of collapse, tears mixing with sweat as she tried to shield herself from the onslaught. Chrissy cut through Brielle's defence with ease, landing punch after punch. A powerful left cross sent Brielle spinning into the corner, where Chrissy pinned her and unleashed a flurry of body blows that made Brielle gasp and retch.
The bell finally sounded to end the round, but Chrissy had made her point clear. By the end of the third round, Chrissy was in total control, dominating Brielle so thoroughly that it looked as though the Songstress might end her before the fourth round even began. With every insult and punch, Chrissy had made it known—she was not to be trifled with.
Round 04:
Round four began with a shocking twist; Brielle Robillard emerged from her corner with renewed vigor, and a crazed look in her eyes. "You think you're invincible, Chrissy? Guess again!" she spat, charging at Chrissy Costanza with unexpected speed. Brielle jabbed rapidly, her punches finding their mark on Chrissy's vulnerable midsection. She was like a relentless machine, each punch digging deeper into Chrissy's abs. Chrissy winced with each hit, her earlier confidence beginning to crack.
"You’re not so tough now, are you?!" Brielle taunted, landing a brutal right hook to Chrissy's ribs, causing her to double over in pain. Seizing the opening, Brielle delivered a vicious uppercut to Chrissy's solar plexus, making her gasp and stumble backward. Chrissy tried to regain her footing, throwing a desperate jab, but Brielle deftly dodged it and retaliated with a savage sequence of punches to Chrissy's belly and sides.
"This is where you break, Chrissy!" Brielle snarled as she pummeled Chrissy's midriff relentlessly, not giving her a moment to recover. Every punch felt like a hammer, each one aimed perfectly to maximize pain and damage. Chrissy's guard started to falter, her movements slowing as the relentless assault drained her energy.
The crowd watched in amazement as Brielle systematically dismantled Chrissy’s core, every punch landing with calculated precision. Brielle’s dominance was so clear that the judges couldn’t ignore it. As the bell rang to end the round, Brielle stood tall, her chest heaving with exertion but eyes gleaming with victory. Chrissy, on the other hand, staggered back to her corner, clutching her bruised midsection, gasping for air, and realizing the fight was far from over.
Brielle had delivered a loud and clear message: she was back in the fight and coming for Chrissy with everything she had.
Round 05:
Round five was an absolute bloodbath—a ceaseless storm of aggression as Chrissy Costanza took back control with brutal efficiency. With the bell still echoing in the arena, Chrissy charged at Brielle Robillard, her fists ready to wreak havoc. “Thought you had me, huh? Big mistake!” Chrissy thundered, launching a rapid one-two combo that snapped Brielle’s head back alarmingly.
Chrissy didn’t let up for a second, her fists flying like machine guns. She delivered a ferocious left hook to Brielle’s jaw, followed by a right cross that sent shockwaves through Brielle’s core. The audience could hardly keep up with Chrissy’s onslaught as she unleashed a barrage of punches targeting Brielle’s midriff. Each blow to Brielle’s abs seemed to carve deeper, forcing pained grunts and gasps from her opponent.
“You’re nothing but target practice!” Chrissy spat, driving an uppercut into Brielle’s chin, snapping her head back again. Using her momentum, Chrissy delivered a gut-wrenching right hook into Brielle’s ribs, the crack of bone audible even above the crowd’s deafening roars. Chrissy’s eyes gleamed with victorious fire as she dismantled Brielle with a blend of jabs, hooks, and devastating body blows.
A punishing right-left combo caught Brielle on the temple, making her stagger to the side, but there was no reprieve. Chrissy homed in like a missile, crushing Brielle against the ropes with a relentless assault on her body and head. “Still think you can take me?” she sneered, landing a savage straight punch directly to Brielle’s nose, which erupted in a red fountain.
The crowd was on their feet, utterly engrossed in the spectacle. Chrissy’s hands moved with blinding speed, every punch a testament to her superior conditioning and unyielding spirit. She unleashed a bone-rattling uppercut to Brielle’s solar plexus, followed by a powerful right hook to the side of Brielle’s head. Brielle’s defense was shattered, her body swaying and teetering under the relentless punishment.
“You’ve got nothing!” Chrissy roared, delivering a flurry of jabs and crosses that left Brielle reeling. As the round drew to a close, Chrissy left no doubt in anyone’s mind, pummeling Brielle with a final succession of body shots that made the Songstress double over in agony. The buzzer to end the round was a merciful relief for Brielle, who slumped, barely able to make her way back to her corner.
Chrissy raised her gloves triumphantly, a sly grin on her face. She had won this round decisively, owning the ring with an overwhelming display of power and tenacity.
Round 06:
Round six exploded with tension as both fighters eyed each other from across the ring, the air thick with anticipation. Chrissy Costanza surged forward, fists blazing, ready to maintain her dominance. However, Brielle Robillard, now driven by sheer willpower and ferocity, met her head-on. "You think you can keep me down? Think again, loser!" Brielle roared, dodging Chrissy's initial onslaught with lightning reflexes.
With an unexpected surge of energy, Brielle peppered Chrissy with a flurry of jabs and crosses, her fists a blur of motion. “What’s the matter, running out of steam?” Brielle taunted, landing a crushing uppercut that snapped Chrissy’s head back. Chrissy tried to counter, swinging wildly, but Brielle deftly ducked and responded with a brutal hook to Chrissy's ribs that left her gasping for breath.
"You call that a punch?" Chrissy spat, attempting to charge at Brielle again. But Brielle was relentless, her punches landing with pinpoint accuracy. She hammered away at Chrissy’s midsection, driving her into the ropes. "You'll need more than those weak shots to bring me down!" Brielle sneered, her confidence sky-high as she landed a devastating blow to Chrissy’s gut, doubling her over.
Not missing a beat, Brielle unleashed a series of bone-crushing punches, each one more devastating than the last. Chrissy tried to respond, but her efforts were futile as Brielle’s assault overwhelmed her. "You’ve got nothing left, Chrissy!" Brielle bellowed, delivering a crushing right cross that sent Chrissy staggering.
Chrissy, struggling to keep up, could only grunt through her pain. “You’re just a fluke,” she managed to whisper, wincing as Brielle landed another blow. But Brielle was in full control. She cornered Chrissy, her fierce barrage of punches unrelenting, dismantling any defence Chrissy tried to muster.
As the round drew to a close, Brielle finished with a final, thunderous right hook to Chrissy’s jaw, sending her opponent crashing into the ropes. The bell rang, signalling the end of the round and leaving no doubt — Brielle had dominated round six in a spectacular shutout.
The crowd erupted in support of Brielle’s comeback, their cheers a roaring testament to her indomitable spirit. She stood tall, glaring down at Chrissy. “This fight's far from over, Costanza,” she declared, a sly grin creeping across her face. Chrissy, still clutching her battered midsection, knew she had a fight on her hands, and it was anyone’s guess who would ultimately emerge victorious.
Round 07:
The tension in the arena was palpable as round seven began. Chrissy Costanza wasted no time, launching herself at Brielle Robillard with the ferocity of a wild beast. “Get ready to kiss the canvas, you worthless hack!” Chrissy snarled, her fists a blur as they targeted Brielle’s already bruised midsection. Chrissy’s punches were merciless, each blow packing enough force to fall an oak tree.
Brielle tried to mount a defense, but Chrissy was having none of it. She hammered away at Brielle’s ribs and gut, her knuckles digging deep into the flesh. “Is this all you’ve got? Pathetic!” Chrissy taunted, landing a bone-shattering uppercut that snapped Brielle’s head back. The crowd roared as Chrissy’s relentless onslaught drove Brielle into the corner.
“You’re finished, Robillard!” Chrissy yelled, her eyes blazing with savage determination. She unleashed a torrent of punches, each one more vicious than the last. A devastating right hook connected with Brielle’s jaw, sending shockwaves through her entire body. Brielle’s legs wobbled, but Chrissy wasn't done yet. “Stay down where you belong!” she spat, delivering a brutal combo of jabs and hooks that left Brielle reeling.
At the two-minute mark, Chrissy saw her opening and pounced like a predator. A thunderous right cross to Brielle’s temple was the final nail in the coffin. Brielle’s eyes glazed over as she crumbled to the mat, her body a broken heap. The referee moved in to begin the count, but it was clear Brielle wasn’t getting up.
Chrissy raised her gloves triumphantly, her chest heaving, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Told you you were no match for me!” she shouted above the deafening cheers of the crowd. Brielle lay motionless, the referee calling the fight a decisive victory for Chrissy Costanza. The crowd erupted in a frenzy, celebrating Chrissy’s brutal and unequivocal triumph.
Official Decision: Chrissy Costanza defeats Brielle Robillard via KO 7!
AFTER:
The aftermath of the match was pure chaos as Chrissy Costanza's arm was raised in victory, a symbol of her undeniable dominance. She wasted no time basking in the glory, quickly stripping off her gloves and stalking over to Brielle Robillard, who lay defeated and unconscious on the canvas. With a vicious smirk, Chrissy grabbed a handful of Brielle's hair and yanked her up, not caring that it didn't stir her lifeless opponent.
Chrissy coiled her powerful biceps around Brielle’s neck, a predator displaying her prey for the world to see. Cameras flashed incessantly as the press rushed to capture the brutal scene, Chrissy showing no remorse as she tightened her grip. Medics stood at the edge of the ring, their faces a mix of panic and desperation, waiting for Chrissy to release Brielle so they could rush in.
Finally, with a dismissive shrug, Chrissy released Brielle’s limp body, letting it slump to the mat. The medics darted in, tending to Brielle with urgent care as Chrissy nonchalantly strode out of the ring. The crowd's chants of "Chrissy! Chrissy!" echoed through the arena, their roars of adulation following her every step as she headed backstage, the undisputed queen of the ring.
(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)
Chrissy Costanza:
(28, 5’1”, 106lbs, 3:3 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)
Brielle Robillard:
(23, 5’3”, 103lbs, 1:1:0 FCBA, Femme Fight Club)
BEFORE:
Chrissy Costanza. The Songstress as she’s known by. She is so important to the Queens that she has performed every one of their Half-Time Shows since Re: Ignite in 2023. Lead singer of the band Against the Current she has earned herself quite the reputation on stage and in the boxing ring with the Queens of Absolution. Tonight, she’s the main event. And she knew it.
Clad in a black sports bra and black leggings with black leather boots and black boxing gloves with her brown hair laid in waves down to her shoulders, the strength that she wielded in her tiny 5’1” package apparent as her abs tensed up as she moved or her biceps bulged as she moved her arms, it was clear that singing kept her in great shape and working with the Queens kept her in phenomenal shape that she was not someone you wanted to mess with.
Chrissy made her way, this time not onto a stage, but to the ring and and climbed the ropes, slid in, walking past Brielle Robillard who was wearing a dark blue bra and dark blue trunks with dark blue gloves and boots, completely ignoring her brown haired American-Canadian softer body foe.
Chrissy swung around half cocked, “how broken do you want to be after this?” she asked.
Brielle, annoyed at being underestimated, “my Songstress, oh my Songstress, you might be so proud of that body of yours and think you can just do what you please but I will be knocking you out in front of all of your fans todays.”
Chrissy looked shocked at Brielle’s words and almost went after her immediately but the ref stepped in and pushed her to her corner much to the dismay of the audience who did not take kindly to the disrespect of the Songstress.
The ref just skipped the formalities, He raised his arm and and like slicing butter through air, lowered it, to signal for the bell.
AND HERE WE GO. THE MAIN EVENT. TEN ROUNDS OF FLYWEIGHT ACTION!
Round 01:
Round 1 started with an explosive fury, as Brielle Robillard charged out of her corner like a woman possessed, eyes locked on Chrissy Costanza’s rippling abs. Brielle feinted with a left jab, dodged Chrissy's counter-cross, and then delivered a powerful hook to Chrissy’s midsection. Chrissy absorbed the hit, retaliating with a swift one-two combination that sent Brielle backpedaling.
But Brielle was relentless, like a shark smelling blood in the water. She continually focused her punches on Chrissy's abs, landing a vicious uppercut followed by a precise jab. Chrissy, however, was no pushover. She danced around the ring with agility, firing quick jabs and delivering a devastating right hook that grazed Brielle’s cheek. A solid left body shot from Chrissy almost winded Brielle, but she responded with another flurry of punches aimed at Chrissy’s torso, driving the air from her lungs.
As the round came to a close, the judges tallied the near-even exchange of blows. Brielle narrowly clinched the round on points, thanks to her unwavering focus on eroding Chrissy's core. Chrissy, visibly angry and heaving breaths, stormed to her corner with fiery eyes. There was a quiet intensity as she mentally prepared for the next round, determined to make Brielle pay tenfold for each body shot she endured. The Songstress was gearing up for a fierce comeback.
Round 02 & 03:
Round two kicked off with a vengeance. Chrissy Costanza exploded from her corner, her eyes seething with fiery determination. Using her incredible flexibility, she dodged and weaved through Brielle Robillard's initial onslaught. She swiftly slid under a wild hook from Brielle and snuck behind her, locking Brielle in a vicious chokehold. Chrissy's bulging bicep cut off Brielle's air supply as she arched backwards, effortlessly forcing Brielle to writhe in pain.
"You thought you could beat me? Pathetic!" Chrissy sneered.
Brielle's eyes were full of terror; tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to plea with Chrissy to release her. The audience was going absolutely wild, roaring in excitement as Chrissy held her grip just long enough to turn Brielle's face a shocking shade of red. Seeing the ref approaching, Chrissy let go abruptly, causing Brielle to drop and gasp for breath, coughing violently. Seizing the opportunity, Chrissy yanked Brielle back into the fray, raining down a flurry of vicious punches on Brielle's unprotected midriff.
"How's it feel now? Think you can handle this?!" Chrissy taunted between devastating shots that left Brielle winded and nauseated.
Chrissy's jabs were rapid-fire, transitioning into a brutal uppercut that caught Brielle squarely on the jaw. Brielle staggered, but Chrissy followed her into the ropes, sinking a ferocious right hook deep into Brielle's softer belly. The round ended with Brielle on wobbly legs, gasping for air, and barely able to stand.
Entering round three, the packed stadium roared in anticipation as Chrissy, riding high on her momentum, kept up the relentless assault. Brielle, still reeling from the previous round, was no match for Chrissy's combination of power and agility. Chrissy bobbed and weaved, effortlessly avoiding Brielle's feeble attempts to fight back. Suddenly, Chrissy unleashed a devastating series of punches.
"This is only the beginning, you weakling!" She spat, delivering a swift jab to Brielle’s face, immediately followed by a thunderous right hook to her body.
Brielle doubled over in pain, but Chrissy was merciless. She hammered Brielle's sides with fierce hooks, each one driving the air from Brielle's lungs and further weakening her opponent's resolve.
"You’re just a punching bag!" Chrissy jeered, as she delivered a crushing uppercut to Brielle's chin, snapping her head back.
Brielle was on the verge of collapse, tears mixing with sweat as she tried to shield herself from the onslaught. Chrissy cut through Brielle's defence with ease, landing punch after punch. A powerful left cross sent Brielle spinning into the corner, where Chrissy pinned her and unleashed a flurry of body blows that made Brielle gasp and retch.
The bell finally sounded to end the round, but Chrissy had made her point clear. By the end of the third round, Chrissy was in total control, dominating Brielle so thoroughly that it looked as though the Songstress might end her before the fourth round even began. With every insult and punch, Chrissy had made it known—she was not to be trifled with.
Round 04:
Round four began with a shocking twist; Brielle Robillard emerged from her corner with renewed vigor, and a crazed look in her eyes. "You think you're invincible, Chrissy? Guess again!" she spat, charging at Chrissy Costanza with unexpected speed. Brielle jabbed rapidly, her punches finding their mark on Chrissy's vulnerable midsection. She was like a relentless machine, each punch digging deeper into Chrissy's abs. Chrissy winced with each hit, her earlier confidence beginning to crack.
"You’re not so tough now, are you?!" Brielle taunted, landing a brutal right hook to Chrissy's ribs, causing her to double over in pain. Seizing the opening, Brielle delivered a vicious uppercut to Chrissy's solar plexus, making her gasp and stumble backward. Chrissy tried to regain her footing, throwing a desperate jab, but Brielle deftly dodged it and retaliated with a savage sequence of punches to Chrissy's belly and sides.
"This is where you break, Chrissy!" Brielle snarled as she pummeled Chrissy's midriff relentlessly, not giving her a moment to recover. Every punch felt like a hammer, each one aimed perfectly to maximize pain and damage. Chrissy's guard started to falter, her movements slowing as the relentless assault drained her energy.
The crowd watched in amazement as Brielle systematically dismantled Chrissy’s core, every punch landing with calculated precision. Brielle’s dominance was so clear that the judges couldn’t ignore it. As the bell rang to end the round, Brielle stood tall, her chest heaving with exertion but eyes gleaming with victory. Chrissy, on the other hand, staggered back to her corner, clutching her bruised midsection, gasping for air, and realizing the fight was far from over.
Brielle had delivered a loud and clear message: she was back in the fight and coming for Chrissy with everything she had.
Round 05:
Round five was an absolute bloodbath—a ceaseless storm of aggression as Chrissy Costanza took back control with brutal efficiency. With the bell still echoing in the arena, Chrissy charged at Brielle Robillard, her fists ready to wreak havoc. “Thought you had me, huh? Big mistake!” Chrissy thundered, launching a rapid one-two combo that snapped Brielle’s head back alarmingly.
Chrissy didn’t let up for a second, her fists flying like machine guns. She delivered a ferocious left hook to Brielle’s jaw, followed by a right cross that sent shockwaves through Brielle’s core. The audience could hardly keep up with Chrissy’s onslaught as she unleashed a barrage of punches targeting Brielle’s midriff. Each blow to Brielle’s abs seemed to carve deeper, forcing pained grunts and gasps from her opponent.
“You’re nothing but target practice!” Chrissy spat, driving an uppercut into Brielle’s chin, snapping her head back again. Using her momentum, Chrissy delivered a gut-wrenching right hook into Brielle’s ribs, the crack of bone audible even above the crowd’s deafening roars. Chrissy’s eyes gleamed with victorious fire as she dismantled Brielle with a blend of jabs, hooks, and devastating body blows.
A punishing right-left combo caught Brielle on the temple, making her stagger to the side, but there was no reprieve. Chrissy homed in like a missile, crushing Brielle against the ropes with a relentless assault on her body and head. “Still think you can take me?” she sneered, landing a savage straight punch directly to Brielle’s nose, which erupted in a red fountain.
The crowd was on their feet, utterly engrossed in the spectacle. Chrissy’s hands moved with blinding speed, every punch a testament to her superior conditioning and unyielding spirit. She unleashed a bone-rattling uppercut to Brielle’s solar plexus, followed by a powerful right hook to the side of Brielle’s head. Brielle’s defense was shattered, her body swaying and teetering under the relentless punishment.
“You’ve got nothing!” Chrissy roared, delivering a flurry of jabs and crosses that left Brielle reeling. As the round drew to a close, Chrissy left no doubt in anyone’s mind, pummeling Brielle with a final succession of body shots that made the Songstress double over in agony. The buzzer to end the round was a merciful relief for Brielle, who slumped, barely able to make her way back to her corner.
Chrissy raised her gloves triumphantly, a sly grin on her face. She had won this round decisively, owning the ring with an overwhelming display of power and tenacity.
Round 06:
Round six exploded with tension as both fighters eyed each other from across the ring, the air thick with anticipation. Chrissy Costanza surged forward, fists blazing, ready to maintain her dominance. However, Brielle Robillard, now driven by sheer willpower and ferocity, met her head-on. "You think you can keep me down? Think again, loser!" Brielle roared, dodging Chrissy's initial onslaught with lightning reflexes.
With an unexpected surge of energy, Brielle peppered Chrissy with a flurry of jabs and crosses, her fists a blur of motion. “What’s the matter, running out of steam?” Brielle taunted, landing a crushing uppercut that snapped Chrissy’s head back. Chrissy tried to counter, swinging wildly, but Brielle deftly ducked and responded with a brutal hook to Chrissy's ribs that left her gasping for breath.
"You call that a punch?" Chrissy spat, attempting to charge at Brielle again. But Brielle was relentless, her punches landing with pinpoint accuracy. She hammered away at Chrissy’s midsection, driving her into the ropes. "You'll need more than those weak shots to bring me down!" Brielle sneered, her confidence sky-high as she landed a devastating blow to Chrissy’s gut, doubling her over.
Not missing a beat, Brielle unleashed a series of bone-crushing punches, each one more devastating than the last. Chrissy tried to respond, but her efforts were futile as Brielle’s assault overwhelmed her. "You’ve got nothing left, Chrissy!" Brielle bellowed, delivering a crushing right cross that sent Chrissy staggering.
Chrissy, struggling to keep up, could only grunt through her pain. “You’re just a fluke,” she managed to whisper, wincing as Brielle landed another blow. But Brielle was in full control. She cornered Chrissy, her fierce barrage of punches unrelenting, dismantling any defence Chrissy tried to muster.
As the round drew to a close, Brielle finished with a final, thunderous right hook to Chrissy’s jaw, sending her opponent crashing into the ropes. The bell rang, signalling the end of the round and leaving no doubt — Brielle had dominated round six in a spectacular shutout.
The crowd erupted in support of Brielle’s comeback, their cheers a roaring testament to her indomitable spirit. She stood tall, glaring down at Chrissy. “This fight's far from over, Costanza,” she declared, a sly grin creeping across her face. Chrissy, still clutching her battered midsection, knew she had a fight on her hands, and it was anyone’s guess who would ultimately emerge victorious.
Round 07:
The tension in the arena was palpable as round seven began. Chrissy Costanza wasted no time, launching herself at Brielle Robillard with the ferocity of a wild beast. “Get ready to kiss the canvas, you worthless hack!” Chrissy snarled, her fists a blur as they targeted Brielle’s already bruised midsection. Chrissy’s punches were merciless, each blow packing enough force to fall an oak tree.
Brielle tried to mount a defense, but Chrissy was having none of it. She hammered away at Brielle’s ribs and gut, her knuckles digging deep into the flesh. “Is this all you’ve got? Pathetic!” Chrissy taunted, landing a bone-shattering uppercut that snapped Brielle’s head back. The crowd roared as Chrissy’s relentless onslaught drove Brielle into the corner.
“You’re finished, Robillard!” Chrissy yelled, her eyes blazing with savage determination. She unleashed a torrent of punches, each one more vicious than the last. A devastating right hook connected with Brielle’s jaw, sending shockwaves through her entire body. Brielle’s legs wobbled, but Chrissy wasn't done yet. “Stay down where you belong!” she spat, delivering a brutal combo of jabs and hooks that left Brielle reeling.
At the two-minute mark, Chrissy saw her opening and pounced like a predator. A thunderous right cross to Brielle’s temple was the final nail in the coffin. Brielle’s eyes glazed over as she crumbled to the mat, her body a broken heap. The referee moved in to begin the count, but it was clear Brielle wasn’t getting up.
Chrissy raised her gloves triumphantly, her chest heaving, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Told you you were no match for me!” she shouted above the deafening cheers of the crowd. Brielle lay motionless, the referee calling the fight a decisive victory for Chrissy Costanza. The crowd erupted in a frenzy, celebrating Chrissy’s brutal and unequivocal triumph.
Official Decision: Chrissy Costanza defeats Brielle Robillard via KO 7!
AFTER:
The aftermath of the match was pure chaos as Chrissy Costanza's arm was raised in victory, a symbol of her undeniable dominance. She wasted no time basking in the glory, quickly stripping off her gloves and stalking over to Brielle Robillard, who lay defeated and unconscious on the canvas. With a vicious smirk, Chrissy grabbed a handful of Brielle's hair and yanked her up, not caring that it didn't stir her lifeless opponent.
Chrissy coiled her powerful biceps around Brielle’s neck, a predator displaying her prey for the world to see. Cameras flashed incessantly as the press rushed to capture the brutal scene, Chrissy showing no remorse as she tightened her grip. Medics stood at the edge of the ring, their faces a mix of panic and desperation, waiting for Chrissy to release Brielle so they could rush in.
Finally, with a dismissive shrug, Chrissy released Brielle’s limp body, letting it slump to the mat. The medics darted in, tending to Brielle with urgent care as Chrissy nonchalantly strode out of the ring. The crowd's chants of "Chrissy! Chrissy!" echoed through the arena, their roars of adulation following her every step as she headed backstage, the undisputed queen of the ring.