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29 October 2023 Chrissy Costanza vs Jennette McCurdy

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FIGHTS AND FRIGHTS PPV EXTENDED CUT

Posted by Queens of Absolution on 28 October 2023 at 1:52 am

October 2023 PPV: Chrissy Costanza vs Jennette McCurdy (FotB II)

(Results: Lookout / Words: Queens)

Chrissy Costanza:
(27, 5’1”, 107lbs, 1:2 FCBA, Queens of Absolution)

Jennette McCurdy:
(31, 5’2”, 121lbs, 20:16 FCBA, Garnet Gunners UK)

BEFORE:

As the sun sank lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the sandy expanse of Santa Monica Beach, the time for the second match of the gauntlet arrived. Chrissy Costanza, the Songstress, still slick with sweat from her previous brutal bout, squared off against Jennette McCurdy. Both women stood in the ring, their eyes locked in a lethal stare-down. Chrissy, her skin shining like polished bronze in the fading sunlight, was a vision of raw power and determination. Her black bikini, drenched in sweat, clung to her like a second skin, highlighting her rippling muscles and emphasizing her toned physique. Her fists, wrapped in black gloves, were clenched and ready, and the crowd could almost feel the electric anticipation radiating off her.

On the other side of the ring, Jennette McCurdy was a striking contrast. Her outfit was an aggressive red bikini that played well against her fair skin. The red gloves she wore were an extension of her attire, matching her fiery eyes that were focused intently on Chrissy. Her skin, still dry and untouched by sweat, glowed under the setting sun, her body taut with anticipation of the match to come. Her every movement exuded a quiet confidence, a clear challenge to her opponent. The crowd watched in bated breath as the two combatants sized each other up, the tension palpable. The second match of the gauntlet was about to begin, and the beach was alive with expectation.

Round 01:

As the bell rang, signaling the start of Round One, Chrissy "The Songstress" Costanza lunged into action. Fueled by an inferno of anger from her previous defeat, she was a force of nature, her every move a symphony of controlled aggression. Her fists, like twin hammers, slammed into Jennette's midsection with brutal, titan-like power, each punch a thunderous echo of her fiery resolve. The crowd gasped as each blow landed, the force resonating on the beach like a shockwave. Jennette's face twisted in agony, her body bending under the onslaught, but Chrissy was relentless, her anger a tangible entity driving her forward.

Without a moment's hesitation, Chrissy swung her fists up, landing bone-crunching blows to Jennette's face. Blood splattered, painting a vivid image of Chrissy's dominance in the ring. Jennette's face was a mask of pain, her features bruised and bloodied, a stark contrast to the unyielding determination in Chrissy's fiery eyes. The Songstress's blows were merciless, each one a testament to her raw power and unyielding resolve.

Switching targets, Chrissy turned her attention to Jennette's ribs, each punch landing with bone-cracking force. The crowd could almost hear the crack of bone under Chrissy's relentless assault, a chilling sound that echoed through the beach. Jennette tried to mount a defense, but it was clear she was outmatched, each futile attempt at retaliation only serving to further fuel Chrissy's onslaught.

In a desperate attempt, Jennette managed to land a punch to Chrissy's underbelly, but it was like striking a steel wall. Her fists bounced back, the impact absorbed by Chrissy's rock-hard abs as the Songstress showed remarkable stamina and resilience. By the end of Round One, it was clear Chrissy had taken the round by a wide margin, her dominance in the ring undisputed. She stood tall, her body glistening with sweat, her expression one of grim satisfaction. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers a testament to her victor's glory. Round One belonged to Chrissy "The Songstress" Costanza.

Round 02:

As the bells clanged, announcing the start of Round Two, Jennette McCurdy came out of her corner like a bullet from a gun. Barely had the sound of the bell died down, she was already across the ring, a fiery comet in her red bikini. The crowd barely had time to register her approach before she was on top of Chrissy, her fists raining down on the Songstress's abs like a hailstorm of pain and fury.

Jennette was a demon unleashed, her every punch a strike of vengeance on Chrissy's muscular wall of an abdomen. Her fists seemed to have a life of their own, striking Chrissy's abs with a brutality that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Jennette unleashed her fury on Chrissy's body, her blows landing with punishing force.

Chrissy, caught off guard, her muscles still aching from the first round, was left reeling under Jennette's onslaught. Her abs, usually her greatest asset, now became her greatest weakness as each blow seemed to resonate through her very bones. The pain was a white-hot flame, consuming her from the inside, but Chrissy refused to buckle, her teeth gritted in a defiant snarl.

However, Jennette was relentless, her fists a blur of red and white, striking Chrissy's abs like a furious symphony of pain. It was as if she was trying to break Chrissy's muscular wall, her fists landing with ruthless precision, each blow more brutal than the last. If anyone didn't know any better, they would have thought it was an AMD match, Jennette's hitting power seemingly amplified by her fiery determination.

As the round drew to a close, Chrissy was visibly shaken, her abs aching under the brutal assault. Yet, she refused to fall, her spirit as unyielding as her muscular physique. The crowd watched in bated breath as the bell rang, signaling the end of Round Two. Jennette McCurdy had made her point, and Chrissy "The Songstress" Costanza, her body battered but her spirit unbroken, knew she had a fight on her hands.

Round 03:

The bell rang, signalling the beginning of Round Three. Jennette, her spirit ignited by her previous success, pounced on Chrissy like a lioness. She was a whirlwind of red and white, her fists a blur of unyielding fury. Chrissy, still reeling from the previous onslaught, braced herself for the attack, her muscles tensed in readiness. But nothing could have prepared her for Jennette's renewed fervor.

Jennette's fists, a pulsating, rhythmic inferno, pounded into Chrissy's torso with devastating precision. Each strike was a calculated assault, designed to chip away at Chrissy's once formidable defense. The Songstress' solar plexus became the epicenter of Jennette's barrage, every punch magnifying the agony that Chrissy was struggling to contain.

Jennette McCurdy, a woman possessed, swung a wicked hook to Chrissy's face, her glove connecting with a sickening crack. Chrissy reeled, her head thrown back from the sheer force of the blow. The crowd gasped, the shockwave of the punch reverberating through the entire ring.

Refusing to allow Chrissy any respite, Jennette unleashed a brutal uppercut, her glove slamming into Chrissy's midsection with a force that left the Songstress gasping for air. Each punch Jennette delivered was a testament to her ferocious will to win, her determination to emerge victorious, turning the tide of battle in her favor.

As the round drew to a close, Chrissy was on the ropes, her body screaming in protest. She was a picture of defiance, her spirit unbroken but her strength obviously waning. The bell rang out, echoing ominously over the beach, signaling the end of Round Three. As the dust settled, it was clear that Jennette McCurdy had won the round, her victory as stark as the red bikini she wore. Her fists, still poised in readiness, were a testament to her tenacity and spirit. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers a clear sign of the new champion rising. Round Three belonged to Jennette McCurdy.

Round 04:

As the bell signaled the start of Round Four, a different energy filled the air. Chrissy "The Songstress" Costanza, her body battered but her spirit unbroken, emerged from the corner with a glint of determination in her eyes. She began with a lightning-fast jab that connected with Jennette's face, her glove crashing into Jennette's nose with a sickening crunch. Blood spurted from Jennette's nostrils, a crimson testament to Chrissy's brutal power.
Without missing a beat, Chrissy followed up with an uppercut that rocked Jennette to her core. The punch landed squarely on Jennette's midsection, a liver shot that drew an agonized gasp from the beleaguered actress. The force of the punch sent Jennette sprawling backward, her body collapsing into the sand, a shell of the fiery force she had been in the previous rounds.

The crowd gasped, their cheers silenced by the sudden turn of events. Chrissy stood over Jennette, her fists clenched in victory, her body gleaming with sweat and ferocity. The ref moved Chrissy aside and started the count, his voice echoing through the silent beach.

"One... Two... Three..."

Jennette writhed in the sand, her body wracked with pain, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She tried to rise, to mount a last-ditch attempt at defiance, but her body refused. The Songstress had delivered a strike too powerful for her to rally against.

"Eight... Nine... Ten..."

The count ended, and with it, the match. Jennette McCurdy lay flat on the sand, defeated and broken. Round Four, and the match, belonged to Chrissy Costanza. The Songstress had emerged victorious, her strength and resolve, indomitable. She stood in the center of the ring, raising her gloves in victory as the crowd erupted in cheers. Her victory was decisive; her power, undeniable.

Official Decision: Chrissy Costanza defeats Jennette McCurdy via KO 4!

AFTER:

With the match decisively hers, Chrissy took a moment to savor the sweet taste of victory. Reaching down, she placed her black boot onto the small of Jennette's back, ensuring her dominance was clear to the spectators. Her infamous biceps flexed, a menacing display of power harking back to the time where she had Millie Bobby Brown caught in a frightening chokehold. The crowd erupted again, their cheers turning into a frenzied roar, cameras flashing as they captured this moment of total triumph. As Chrissy raised her arms in victory, the flash of the cameras turned the night into day, immortalizing her supremacy. With one final act of disdain, she removed her boot from Jennette's back, kicking sand onto the defeated actress. She walked off then, leaving Jennette in her wake, the undisputed victor of the night. The cheers followed her, a fitting soundtrack to her triumphant exit.