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Chrissy Zmijewski vs The Weir Brothers
Chrissy walked down the UFWL hallway, she was dressed in an orange bikini. She was headed to her dressing room, she was drenched with sweat from her workout in the gym with Rachel Mclish, she arms and legs were sore from lifting heavy weights and intense cardio. As she reached the door of her dressing room, she heard noises coming from inside. She threw the door open and stepped inside..
Chris and Corey Weir were standing in front of her closet, they had scattered her clothes all over the floor. Chris held a pair of her panties in his hands, he pressed the panties to his face and sniffed them. Corey had one of her bras, he was sniffing it.
“Chrissy clenched her hands into fists. “What are you doing you pigs.” she asked. She was tired and she wanted to rest, but now all she wanted to do was beat the two men down. She approached the brothers, she snatched her panties out of Chris' hands, she slapped her bra out of Cory's hands.
“Relax, baby.” Chris said, he ran his eyes and down Chrissy's body. “I like what I see, what don't you undress and I'll give you a rubdown. He reached his right hand towards Chrissy, he ran his hand over her thigh.
Chrissy slapped his hand away. “have you no respect for a woman's property. Get out of here.” she said, she raised her fists in front of her face. She glared at both men.
Corey stepped forward. “Hey, loosen up, sweetheart.” he said, he leaned forward and sniffed Chrissy's neck. “You smell real nice. Why don't you jump in the shower, and I'll wash your back.” Corey flashed a smile and winked at Chrissy.
“If you ever want to wash my back, you'll have to pin me in a match first. And I don't think you can.” Chrissy playfully patted his cheeks. She flexed a double biceps pose, her biceps bulged and veined up. “Tell you what, meet me in the ring in ten minutes, I'll take both of you on. But you two have to follow tag team rules and tag each other in. Agreed.” Chrissy extended her hand towards the brothers. They agreed and shook her hand.
“We'll be waiting. Chrissy.” Corey said, they smiled at Chrissy as they walked out of her dressing room. Chrissy slammed the door shut behind them and walked over to her night stand, she pulled out the bottles of red pills Michi have given, she popped one into her mouth, she walked to the door and stepped out of her dressing room.
Ten Minutes Later
Chrissy walked down the entrance ramp, she saw the brothers were already in the ring, they stood in the southeast corner, Corey stood on the outside apron. She glared at them as she rolled into the ring. Chrissy approached the referee, Dara Torres. Chrissy's biceps swelled to the size of basketballs, her legs were thick like tree trunks.
Chris and Corey stared in stunned silence at Chrissy's muscle growth. “That's impossible.” Corey shouted, he hid behind his brother.
“Don't be intimidated, it's probably just an inflatable suit she has on.” Chris took two steps towards Chrissy, and puffed out his chest.
Chrissy grinned as Chris came within arm's reach. She lunged and slammed her left fist into Chris's abs, she smiled and scooped him up in her arms, and body slammed him to the mat. Chrissy stepped over Chris, and charged at Corey, Corey screamed and turned to run, Chrissy wrapped her arms around his waist, and squeezed him in a rear bear hug, she suplexed him to the mat, and jumped to her feet.
Chris got to his feet, he crept up behind Chrissy, he balled his fists together, and bashed Chrissy between the back of her shoulders. Chrissy spun around to face Chris, she grinned and wag her finger in front of her. Chrissy lunged, and kneed Chris in the abs, he grunted, and doubled over in pain. Corey rolled to his feet, he clamped his arms around Chrissy's throat, Chrissy laughed and tossed Corey. over her shoulder, body slamming him onto his brother.
Chrissy leaned down and shook her head. “You were so anxious earlier, are you giving up.” She said and flexed her biceps, they swelled to eight times their normal mass. Chrissy grabbed both men by the throats, and bashed their heads against one another. Chris and Corey dropped to the mat unconscious. Chrissy shrugged her shoulders, and laid over Chris's body, propping her right elbow on his chest. Ref Dara dropped to her knees.
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...3. Dara raised Chrissy's arm in victory. Chrissy bowed to the crowd and walked out of the ring. “I guess they didn't want to win, too bad for them.” She walked up the entrance ramp, and returned to her dressing room.
Chrissy 1 win 0 losses
Chrissy walked down the UFWL hallway, she was dressed in an orange bikini. She was headed to her dressing room, she was drenched with sweat from her workout in the gym with Rachel Mclish, she arms and legs were sore from lifting heavy weights and intense cardio. As she reached the door of her dressing room, she heard noises coming from inside. She threw the door open and stepped inside..
Chris and Corey Weir were standing in front of her closet, they had scattered her clothes all over the floor. Chris held a pair of her panties in his hands, he pressed the panties to his face and sniffed them. Corey had one of her bras, he was sniffing it.
“Chrissy clenched her hands into fists. “What are you doing you pigs.” she asked. She was tired and she wanted to rest, but now all she wanted to do was beat the two men down. She approached the brothers, she snatched her panties out of Chris' hands, she slapped her bra out of Cory's hands.
“Relax, baby.” Chris said, he ran his eyes and down Chrissy's body. “I like what I see, what don't you undress and I'll give you a rubdown. He reached his right hand towards Chrissy, he ran his hand over her thigh.
Chrissy slapped his hand away. “have you no respect for a woman's property. Get out of here.” she said, she raised her fists in front of her face. She glared at both men.
Corey stepped forward. “Hey, loosen up, sweetheart.” he said, he leaned forward and sniffed Chrissy's neck. “You smell real nice. Why don't you jump in the shower, and I'll wash your back.” Corey flashed a smile and winked at Chrissy.
“If you ever want to wash my back, you'll have to pin me in a match first. And I don't think you can.” Chrissy playfully patted his cheeks. She flexed a double biceps pose, her biceps bulged and veined up. “Tell you what, meet me in the ring in ten minutes, I'll take both of you on. But you two have to follow tag team rules and tag each other in. Agreed.” Chrissy extended her hand towards the brothers. They agreed and shook her hand.
“We'll be waiting. Chrissy.” Corey said, they smiled at Chrissy as they walked out of her dressing room. Chrissy slammed the door shut behind them and walked over to her night stand, she pulled out the bottles of red pills Michi have given, she popped one into her mouth, she walked to the door and stepped out of her dressing room.
Ten Minutes Later
Chrissy walked down the entrance ramp, she saw the brothers were already in the ring, they stood in the southeast corner, Corey stood on the outside apron. She glared at them as she rolled into the ring. Chrissy approached the referee, Dara Torres. Chrissy's biceps swelled to the size of basketballs, her legs were thick like tree trunks.
Chris and Corey stared in stunned silence at Chrissy's muscle growth. “That's impossible.” Corey shouted, he hid behind his brother.
“Don't be intimidated, it's probably just an inflatable suit she has on.” Chris took two steps towards Chrissy, and puffed out his chest.
Chrissy grinned as Chris came within arm's reach. She lunged and slammed her left fist into Chris's abs, she smiled and scooped him up in her arms, and body slammed him to the mat. Chrissy stepped over Chris, and charged at Corey, Corey screamed and turned to run, Chrissy wrapped her arms around his waist, and squeezed him in a rear bear hug, she suplexed him to the mat, and jumped to her feet.
Chris got to his feet, he crept up behind Chrissy, he balled his fists together, and bashed Chrissy between the back of her shoulders. Chrissy spun around to face Chris, she grinned and wag her finger in front of her. Chrissy lunged, and kneed Chris in the abs, he grunted, and doubled over in pain. Corey rolled to his feet, he clamped his arms around Chrissy's throat, Chrissy laughed and tossed Corey. over her shoulder, body slamming him onto his brother.
Chrissy leaned down and shook her head. “You were so anxious earlier, are you giving up.” She said and flexed her biceps, they swelled to eight times their normal mass. Chrissy grabbed both men by the throats, and bashed their heads against one another. Chris and Corey dropped to the mat unconscious. Chrissy shrugged her shoulders, and laid over Chris's body, propping her right elbow on his chest. Ref Dara dropped to her knees.
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...3. Dara raised Chrissy's arm in victory. Chrissy bowed to the crowd and walked out of the ring. “I guess they didn't want to win, too bad for them.” She walked up the entrance ramp, and returned to her dressing room.
Chrissy 1 win 0 losses
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