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FIght 02 Madison Pettis vs Olivia Rodrigo
By: BadAssBunnies Date: July 10, 2024, 12:21 am
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[font=georgia]Baby Oil Brawl � Match 02[/font]
Madison Pettis (Wannabees) vs Olivia Rodrigo (Badass Barbies)
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Pre-Fight Weigh-in
As Olivia Rodrigo steps onto the stage, the crowd erupts into a
mix of cheers and boos. She wears a confident smirk, soaking in
the attention with a hint of defiance in her eyes while looking
at the other with disdain. Joe Rogan leans in, ready to dig into
the drama surrounding this controversial fighter.
Olivia confidently steps onto the scale, shedding her attire to
reveal her toned physique in a micro blue bikini. The numbers
settle at 125.2 lbs, prompting cheers from her fans as she blows
them kisses in acknowledgment. Meanwhile, Madison Pettis strides
onto the stage with a no-nonsense demeanor, her gaze fixed
squarely on Olivia. Sensing the brewing tension, Joe Rogan
intervenes swiftly, cutting off Madison's approach just as
Olivia braces herself defensively keeping the two brunettes from
a confrontation.
Madison confidently sheds her warm-ups, revealing a stunning
figure clad in a skin tight, form-fitting red bikini. The crowd
reacts with admiration as she steps onto the scale, her weight
settling at 119 lbs. Madison flaunts her sculpted abs and flexes
her biceps then takes her seat opposite Olivia, the ready to
cheer their fighters while looking for thee possibility of some
bonus action.
Joe: Welcome, Ladies. Let's keep this civil please. Olivia,
let's start with you.
Olivia: Good choice, Joe.
Madison rolls her eyes.
Joe: Now you've been through a lot of pressure lately with your
boss Kylie Jenner giving you an ultimatum. That's not something
we see very often in the cutthroat world of the UCC. Do you feel
that it was a bit harsh?
Olivia: You have to give Kylie the benefit of the doubt. She
isn't the number one leader in the UCC by happenstance. Kylie
knows what she is doing and that's why there is only one Kylie.
Joe: Were you feeling the pressure going into your fight with
Haley Kalil?
Olivia: Of course, if that big mouthed brat beat me then who
knows where I'd be right now.
Madison interrupts.
Madison: Wearing roller skates and serving burgers at In and
Out, no doubt.
Olivia gives Madison an icy stare as the crowd laughs.
Olivia: As I was saying, Kylie knew I would win she just had to
light a little fire under me to get me going. I followed that up
with a win against Jamie Eason and will get my third straight
win against that little tramp over there.
Joe: Congratulations on your wins but all of this controversy
led to a record number of challenges for the Baby Oil Brawl.
Were you surprised to see that so many of your colleagues wanted
to get you in the pit?
Olivia: Honestly, I was taken back especially by Dua Lipa. I
though that being a fellow performer that she would kind of have
my back. I was going to accept her challenge but whipping her
butt in the oil would probably put a wrench in Kylie's plan on
signing her to the Barbies.
Joe: So you think Kylie still has a shot at signing Dua? By all
accounts she has no intentions of ever fighting for Kylie.
Olivia: Dua would make a perfect Barbie and deep down she knows
it. It's just a matter of timing before she will be a Barbie.
Have you ever known Kylie not to get her way?
Joe: You do have a point there. Kylie is persistent and pretty
much gets what she wants. What made you decide to accept Madison
Pettis as your opponent.
Madison leans forward into her mic.
Madison: Oh, I got to hear this.
Olivia: Shut up, frizzy. You'll get you chance when I'm done.
Madison scowls at Olivia.
Joe: Ladies, please. Is this because Madison has one of the
worst records in the UCC?
Olivia: That was the idea but after I accepted I found out she
is like some kind of savant in the oil pit. Who the f$ck knew
that she could fight. She sucks ass in the UCC.
Joe: I believe she is undefeated but only has something like 5
fights in the oil.
Madison quickly interrupts.
Madison: That's 7, Joe. I'm 7-0.
Olivia: Zip it frizillo.
Joe: Ladies!
Olivia: 5-0, 7-0, hell she could be 100-0 and that isn't going
to change the outcome. It may be a bit more challenging but it
will be her first loss. Listen, The Wannabees are a thorn in
Kylie's side so to speak so when I beat Madison it will be like
giving a big thank you to Kylie.
Joe: But Kylie threatened to cut you if you lost to Haley. I'm
not so sure I'd be thanking Kylie right now.
Madison: With a boss like her, who needs enemies. Am I right?
The crowd chuckles.
Olivia: What ev. We'll see when I beat little Ms. split ends
over there.
Joe turns to Madison.
Joe: Madison, welcome.
Madison glares at Olivia and shakes her head.
Joe: Madison, where you surprised when Olivia narrowed down the
field and picked you as the person she felt she could beat.
Madison: Surprised, hell no. I'll fully admit that I've been
struggling in the cage but guess what, this isn't cage fighting.
Oil wrestling is a totally different beast that takes balance,
powers, and a ton of cardio to be competitive.
Olivia leans into the mic.
Olivia: All of which I have, and you apparently don't.
Madison: Now it's your turn to be a good little girl. The
grownups are talking now.
Joe: It seems like you kind of baited Olivia into an oil match.
Did this have anything to do with the bitter rivalry between
your two stables?
Madison: I'm not going to sugarcoat this, Joe. The Wannabees own
the Barbies. It just a fact. Anytime we get together in the
cage, in a boxing ring or even in a Pujo Stick battle, we're
going to kick their asses. We love it, they f#cking hate it but
it's just the way things are.
Olivia: Dream on, you're delusional like the rest of your psycho
teammates.
Madison: And BTW, if Olivia had bothered to do her homework, she
would've known better than to step into the pit with me. But I
guess stupidity runs in the Barbies. Fake t!ts and nothing
between the ears seems to be a prerequisite to joining their
stable. .
Olivia stands up, bristling with anger.
Madison: Oh, sit down, Barbie. You'll get your chance tomorrow
night.
Now both fighters are on their feet, locked in a tense standoff.
Olivia lunges forwards and throws a right hook, but Madison
swiftly dodges and retaliates by grabbing a fistful of Olivia's
hair. Security rushes in, struggling to separate the enraged
fighters. As they're pulled apart, Madison clenches her fist,
pulling out a chunk of Olivia's hair. With a smirk, she flicks
it aside and roughly wipes her hands on Joe's sleeve, leaving a
lingering sense of hostility in the air.
Madison: Gross! Does anyone have some Germ-X? Really, anyone,
please. A baby wipe or something!
Olivia is incensed, thrashing wildly in an attempt to break
free. But the two burly security guards overpower her, lifting
her off her feet and carrying her offstage as Madison grins
triumphantly, waving bye-bye to her defeated rival. The crowd
erupts into a frenzy of cheers and jeers, the tension between
the two fighters reaching a fever pitch.
Fight Night:
As Olivia strides into the pit, clad in a purple bikini and
thong that leaves little to the imagination, the crowd's
attention is captivated. Accompanied by Dove Cameron and Sammi
Hanratty, she exudes confidence, easing into her corner with a
graceful poise. Sammi pours slick baby oil over Olivia's body as
Dove whispers last-minute strategies in her ear, the trio a
picture of focused determination.
The referee for tonight's fight is Rose Leslie who already, for
some strange reason. looks perturbed.
Meanwhile, Madison enters the pit with an air of relaxed
confidence, escorted by Brec Bassinger and Sadie Sink. With a
fluid grace, she launches herself into the oil, gliding
effortlessly until she comes to a stop just inches from her
corner. Kneeling down, she meticulously coats her toned body
with baby oil, ensuring every inch glistens under the lights
accentuating her toned muscles. The referee takes center stage,
motioning for the fighters to step in, signaling the beginning
of what promises to be an electrifying showdown.
Madison, poised and confident, braces herself against the rail
and effortlessly glides towards the center, coming to a graceful
stop in front of the referee. On the other hand, Olivia attempts
the same maneuver but clumsily slips, landing on her backside,
much to the crowd's amusement. Madison extends a hand in a
seemingly friendly gesture to help Olivia up, but Olivia
recoils, refusing the assistance.
As the Rose goes over the rules, it's evident that Olivia is
struggling to maintain her balance, the soles of her feet
struggling too gain traction while Madison stands tall,
composed, and amused by Olivia's predicament. With a nod from
the referee, they return to their corners. Madison plants her
feet firmly, assuming a fighting stance, while Olivia continues
to slip and slide in the oil.
Round 1:
The bell rings, signaling the start of the fight. Olivia charges
forward, but Madison sidesteps effortlessly, giving Olivia a
firm shove in the back, sending her tumbling face-first into the
oil and crashing into the rail.
Olivia rises to her feet, adrenaline coursing through her veins
as she wipes the oil off her face. But before she can regain her
balance, Madison seizes her in a side headlock, executing a
swift flip over her hip. Olivia hurtles through the air,
crashing to the ground with a resounding thud, the impact
knocking the wind from her lungs.
Madison taunts, her voice dripping with contempt
Madison: Come on, Rodrigo. You wanted to fight me, now get off
your ass and fight.
The crowd's laughter rings in Olivia's ears, igniting a fire
within her. Determined, she remains on her knees, refusing to
yield, as she crawls towards Madison. With a fierce grip, Olivia
seizes Madison's ankles and with all her strength, she yanks her
adversary down to the mat.
Swiftly, Olivia mounts the now-stunned Madison, straddling her
chest with her knees pressing down relentlessly. The referee's
face inches from the mat, counting the seconds that spell
victory or defeat. "ONE! . . . TWO . . ."
Madison, panic rising in her chest, thrashes wildly, but before
she can twist free, she hears the dreaded "THREE!" - the final
verdict in a battle of wills and strength.
"You gotta be f$cking kidding!" Madison's scream reverberates
through the arena as Olivia, still pinning her beneath her hips,
raises her hands triumphantly above her head while her inner
thighs push up tightly on Madison's ample breasts pressing them
tightly together almost busting them out of her top. With a
burst of determination, Madison manages to roll to the side,
then forcefully shoves the jubilant Barbie off her.
Rose swiftly intervenes.
Rose: Now we'll not be having any of that in my pit.
She quickly brings the fighters to the middle of the pit and
raising Olivia's hand in victory.
Referee: "Pin for Olivia Rodrigo. She leads 1 to 0. OK,
lasses..." Rose backs away, signaling the resumption of the
intense battle. "FIGHT!"
Madison, rattled by the unexpected setback of being pinned,
feels a pang of doubt but quickly shakes it off. Drawing on her
experience, she refocuses her determination. She grits her
teeth, crouches with her arms outstretched, and starts to circle
Olivia like a predator. Moving with deceptive agility, she
feints to the left before landing a hard slap across Olivia's
face.
The impact sends shockwaves through Olivia's senses, leaving her
momentarily dazed as she staggers backward, desperately trying
to clear her head. Before she can regain her bearings, Madison
strikes again, executing a swift leg sweep that sends Olivia's
legs flying out from under her. With a loud splat, Olivia lands
flat on her back, baby oil droplets spraying in all directions.
Olivia coughs, the pain radiating from her lower back as she
struggles to catch her breath. Before she can fully recover, a
sharp knee lands in her gut, lifting her head and shoulders off
the ground. Madison springs to her feet then comes down hard,
her elbow driving deep into the pit of Olivia's belly.
Agony shoots through Olivia's body as she gasps for air, her
stomach muscles tensing against the onslaught. With lightning
speed, Madison seizes the opportunity, swiftly laying across
Olivia's body, locking her right arm between her thighs and
grabbing her left wrist with both hands. With relentless
determination, she stretches the young Barbie in a punishing
cross-body pin.
"ONE! . . ." Olivia kicks her legs out in a desperate bid for
freedom, but Madison's weight bears down, her shoulders pinned
firmly to the mat. "TWO! . . ." Olivia's resistance wanes as her
body remains trapped, the strain overwhelming her. As the
referee shouts out "THREE!", Olivia's resolve falters, her body
loosening in defeat as she concedes to the pin.
Rose untangles Madison and pulls her off to the side as Olivia
rolls onto her hands and knees. The referee once again gathers
them and as they stand side by side she raises Madison's hand
and announces that the match is tied at one fall each.
With no hesitation, the referee swiftly restarts the first round
with a quick slap of the hands. This time, both fighters engage
in a tight bearhug, their ample breasts pressing tightly against
each other's chests. Locked in a fierce struggle, neither
wrestler is able to gain an advantage as they intertwine their
wrists behind each other's backs, pulling in with all their
might until their slippery breasts threaten to burst out of
their tops. The intensity mounts as neither fighter is willing
to concede, the pain in their chests escalating with each
passing second.
After a grueling 30 seconds of squeezing, signs of strain begin
to show. Olivia's breasts exert their dominance, pushing against
Madison's firm orbs, signaling the first signs of faltering in
the fierce battle of wills.
Olivia leans in close, her lips brushing against Madison's ear
as she pulls her in tightly, their breasts now pressing hard
against each other. Madison feels the intense pressure, her own
chest straining against Olivia's. Olivia's hot breath sends
shivers down Madison's spine as she speaks in a low, commanding
tone.
Olivia: You feel that?
Madison winces, feeling the overwhelming force as her breasts
are pushed around, threatening to burst out of her top. With
each word, Olivia's dominance asserts itself, the relentless
pressure bearing down on Madison.
Olivia: Give up, Maddy. Give!
Olivia urges, her voice filled with determination and
confidence.
Madison's chest burns with searing pain as Olivia's grip
tightens, crushing her in a vice-like bearhug. With a grimace,
Madison closes her eyes and bites her lower lip, trying to
endure the agonizing pressure. Olivia's relentless hold leaves
Madison's arms weakened, her desperate attempts to push Olivia
away proving futile.
With a sudden surge of strength, Olivia leans back, lifting
Madison off the mat, twisting her shoulders, and slamming her
down with full force. The impact knocks the air from Madison's
lungs, the weight of Olivia's body bearing down heavily on her
chest. Gasping for breath, Madison finds herself unable to
escape as Olivia hooks a leg and pulls back, locking her in a
devastating pin.
The referee begins the count as Madison lies stunned beneath
Olivia's weight, unable to muster the strength to fight back.
With each second that passes, Olivia's dominance becomes more
pronounced. Finally, as the referee reaches the count of three,
Olivia releases her grip, her hand raised in victory.
With a surprising 2 to 1 lead secured and less than a minute
remaining, Olivia asserts her dominance in the oil pit, leaving
Madison reeling from the brutal onslaught.
Olivia's smile widens as Madison has underestimated the rookie
oil wrestler. With a feint to the left, Madison swiftly wraps
her right arm around Olivia's head and twists, sending her over
her hip. Olivia hits the ground, but she quickly retaliates,
reversing Madison's hold as they grapple fiercely, their bodies
rolling back and forth in the slick oil.
Both fighters spend time on top, each struggling for dominance
as the seconds tick away. Then, with a powerful push, Olivia
manages to roll Madison onto her back as the referee begins the
count. "ONE! . . . TWO . . ." Madison gives it her all, managing
to bridge out, but Olivia uses her weight to bear down, the
count nearing three.
In a stroke of luck, the bell sounds a split second before the
referee reaches three. Olivia tries to argue her case while
still atop Madison, resulting in a quick scuffle that breaks out
between the two fighters. Both are given warnings by Rose and
sent back to their corners, tensions running high as they
prepare for the next round.
Dove wears a pleased expression as she goes over strategies in
the Barbie corner, her confidence evident in her demeanor.
Meanwhile, Madison, her ego likely more bruised than her body,
attempts to regroup, focusing on the task ahead.
Olivia, eager to press her advantage, emerges first from her
corner, exuding determination and readiness. Surprisingly, it's
the veteran Madison who takes a moment to adjust her top, still
feeling the lingering throbbing in her chest.
Round 2:
With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Olivia seizes the
opportunity and locks Madison in a tight side headlock. With a
swift motion, she kicks her legs forward, maneuvering herself on
top, her left thigh pressing into the pit of Madison's belly.
Leaning forward, Olivia's youthful breasts engulf Madison's face
as she applies a suffocating breast smother.
Madison kicks her legs and starts punching Olivia's back in a
desperate attempt to break free. But the determined brunette
Barbie leans in further, trapping Madison's face deep in her
oily cleavage. Despite Madison's struggles, Olivia shows no
mercy, maintaining the pressure while rotating her shoulders,
her hard nipples scraping across Madison's cheeks and poking
into her eyes.
As Madison gasps for breath, Olivia briefly releases the breast
smother, only to bring her elbows in, burying Madison's face
deeper further restricting Madison's airflow. The referee,
poised nearby, waits for a tap, and it comes swiftly as Madison
taps out on Olivia's arm. With a swift intervention, the referee
separates them, allowing Madison to roll away, coughing and
gasping for air, as Olivia tucks her boobs back in her tight top
and stands victorious with a mischievous smirk.
Behind 1 fall to 3 and tears welling in her eyes, Madison calls
for a towel as her corner wipes the oil off her face. The ref is
patient at first but intervenes and Madison looks dejected and
doesn't seem all that willing to engage. It takes some
encouragement from her fans who start a Madison chant to get her
confidence back and after a stern warning from Rose, she steps
out of her corner.
Olivia lunges forward with determination, the two fighters
locking up chest to chest in a fierce grapple, each twisting and
turning in a battle for dominance. With a sudden maneuver,
Olivia manages to snake a leg behind Madison's calf, driving
forward with relentless force. The two brunettes crash onto the
oily mat, their bodies entwined in a tangled mass of limbs.
Despite Madison's initial advantage, Olivia quickly seizes
control, wrapping her legs around Madison's thigh and displaying
impressive strength as she twists Madison's upper body to the
right while pulling her right leg in the opposite direction.
Madison's eyes widen in shock as her body is contorted at an
excruciating angle, the pain radiating through her muscles.
With each passing moment, the pressure intensifies, Madison's
yelps turning into loud moans and groans as her body is bent and
twisted. Desperately, she tries to hold on, her back muscles
burning with agony as her body knots up like a pretzel. But the
torment becomes too much to bear, and with a final burst of
pain, Madison slaps the back of her hands on the mat in
submission.
With a commanding 4 to 1 lead, Olivia wastes no time in taunting
a clearly shaken Madison Pettis, her words cutting through the
air with ruthless precision as she revels in her dominance.
Olivia: I thought you said you were good at this.
Olivia jeers, her tone laced with derision as she looks down at
her fallen opponent.
Breathing heavily and still sore from the agonizing contortion,
Madison bites her tongue, her jaw clenching in frustration.
Every fiber of her being screams for retaliation, but she holds
her tongue, refusing to give the rookie oil wrestler the
satisfaction of a response.
Olivia; Nothing? I didn't think so Wanna loser.
Olivia continues her taunts, her smirk widening with each word.
It's a calculated jab, designed to provoke a reaction, but
Madison remains resolute, her eyes narrowed in determination.
With a dismissive shake of her head, Olivia prepares to press
her advantage, her taunts ringing in Madison's ears like a
challenge she refuses to back down from. Though battered and
bruised, Madison knows she can't afford to let Olivia's words
get under her skin and more importantly, she can not give up
another fall. With a steely resolve, she lets out a low grunt,
grits her teeth and readies herself for the fight ahead,
determined to prove Olivia wrong and do anything to turn the
tide in her favor.
Before the referee can even signal the start, Madison explodes
into action, launching herself at Olivia with a ferocity that
catches the Barbie off guard. With lightning speed, Madison
maneuvers behind Olivia, her arm snaking under Olivia's chin as
she attempts to lock in a rear naked choke.
Though Olivia manages to pry Madison's arm away, the determined
Wannabee refuses to relent, her grip tightening as she fights
tooth and nail to regain control of the match. But Olivia is not
one to be subdued easily. With a quick shift in strategy, she
leans forward and delivers a brutal blow, slamming the back of
her head into Madison's face with savage force.
The sickening sound of impact fills the air as Madison's nose is
busted open, blood streaming down her face in crimson rivulets.
The referee, appalled by the flagrant foul, quickly intervenes,
untangling the two fighters taking a fall away from Olivia
cutting her lead to 3-1. The Barbie corner is screaming at Rose
claiming that Madison brought her head forward. As Olivia pleads
her case Madison is cleaned up.
Despite the pain throbbing in her head and the taste of blood in
her mouth, Madison rises to her feet, a fierce glint in her eyes
as she refuses to let Olivia's underhanded tactics deter her.
With renewed determination, she wipes the blood from her lips,
ready to continue the fight and prove that she's not to be
underestimated.
Dove and Sammi, incensed by the referee's decision, spill into
the pit, their voices ringing out as they read the referee the
riot act. Brec and Sadie, equally determined to stand their
ground, refuse to let the Barbies monopolize the referee's
attention, and they join the fray.
Tensions escalate quickly as Sammi and Brec come face to face,
their noses mere inches apart, while Dove and Sadie raise their
guards, ready to defend their respective corners. The air
crackles with electricity as the four women square off, their
tempers flaring and threatening to boil over into a full-blown
brawl.
But before chaos can erupt, security comes slipping and sliding
into the pit, their presence a welcome sight as they work
quickly to restore order. They separate the feuding fighters and
usher them back to their corners, diffusing the tension before
it escalates any further.
As the dust settles and the pit returns to a semblance of calm,
the fighters take a moment to catch their breath, their
adrenaline still coursing through their veins as they prepare to
resume the battle. Despite the heated exchange, they know that
victory will be won not through words, but through skill,
determination, and sheer willpower.
With only a minute left on the clock, Madison wastes no time in
launching her assault, determined to claw her way back into the
fight. With calculated precision, she maneuvers behind Olivia
once more, her movements swift and deliberate. But this time,
instead of opting for a rear naked choke, Madison employs a more
ruthless tactic.
With a cold determination in her eyes, Madison places the palm
of her hand over Olivia's mouth, her fingers pinching Olivia's
nose shut. Olivia's eyes widen in panic as she realizes the
danger she's in, her frantic struggles only serving to tighten
Madison's grip.
Desperation fills the air as Olivia kicks her arms and legs
wildly, her movements growing more frantic by the second as she
feels the oxygen being cut off from her lungs. But despite her
struggles, the referee remains unmoved, her attention solely
focused on the unfolding drama.
As Olivia's air supply dwindles, panic sets in, her survival
instincts kicking into overdrive. With her air completely cut
off and her vision beginning to blur, Olivia's panic reaches its
peak. In a frantic bid for survival, she taps repeatedly, each
motion more desperate than the last. Finally, mercifully, the
referee intervenes, pulling Madison off Olivia and restoring the
oxygen to her lungs.
As Olivia gasps for air, her body trembling with exhaustion and
relief, she does her best to fight back tears. Madison stands
over her, a triumphant smirk on her face. With a single ruthless
move, she's turned the tide of the match, proving once again
that she'll stop at nothing to emerge victorious.
Dove and Sammi, livid at the referee's decision, crash into the
official in a whirlwind of fury. Tempers flare as they argue
vehemently, demanding justice for their fallen comrade. But
after a few intense minutes of debate, the officials stand firm,
declaring that Madison's actions were within the rules. They
award Madison the fall, much to the dismay of Olivia's corner.
Kylie, having made her way to the pit, watches the proceedings
with a steely gaze. Despite her clear displeasure at the
decision, she recognizes that her arguments will not change the
officials minds and refrains from further interference. Though
she may not agree with the outcome, she knows that the fight
must go on.
Meanwhile, amidst the chaos, Olivia remains visibly shaken, her
breaths coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to compose
herself. Despite her ordeal, she stands facing Madison, her
determination still burning as she slowly catches her breath.
Across the pit, Madison stands stoic, her expression unreadable
as she absorbs the gravity of the situation. With a slow nod of
her head, she acknowledges the referee's command to continue the
fight, her focus unwavering as she prepares to face Olivia once
more.
With a merciless grin, Madison revels in her triumph, taunting
Olivia mercilessly as she relishes in her victory.
Madison: Had enough, Barbie?
Madison sneers, her voice dripping with contempt as she rubs
salt in Olivia's wounds.
Madison: I told you you weren't ready for this.
Once again, Madison uses Olivia's momentum against her,
effortlessly rolling her onto her back. Straddling Olivia's
chest, she locks her fingers together and cruelly presses them
over Olivia's mouth in another blatant choke. Olivia's world
narrows to a suffocating tunnel as her lungs, once again burn
for air, her hands clawing desperately at Madison's wrists.
But before Madison can claim another fall, the bell sounds,
signaling the end of the round. With a last burst of strength,
Olivia pushes herself up and staggers to her corner, her
confidence shattered and her fighting spirit broken. Without a
second glance, she turns and heads straight for the locker room
having enough and not wanting to go another round.
Madison's voice cuts through the pit like a razor, her words
honed to inflict maximum pain.
Madison: Running away already, Barbie?"
Madison chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
Madison: I guess it's tough when you're nothing but a fragile
little Barbie Doll. Go on, cry your plastic tears. You were
never worthy of this fight, anyway you pathetic little
creampuff.
Despite her shattered confidence, Olivia is persuaded by a
contingent of Barbies to muster the courage to return to the
pit. It's a daunting task, with her lungs burning and her
resolve wavering, but with Dove's steadfast encouragement, she
reluctantly steps back into the fray just in time to answer the
bell for the third and final round.
Madison stands with her arms out brimming with confidence. She
smiles as she knows that the fight is hers to win.
Round 3:
As the round begins, Olivia still holds a fragile lead of 3 to
2, but the momentum has shifted decisively in Madison's favor.
The seasoned veteran, undeterred by Olivia's early advantage,
presses forward with renewed determination, her eyes burning
with the fierce hunger of a predator closing in on its prey.
With each calculated move, Madison inches closer to closing the
gap, her relentless pursuit driving Olivia to the brink of
exhaustion.
Despite the Barbies' unwavering support from the sidelines,
Olivia struggles to regain her footing, her movements hesitant
and uncertain. The weight of Madison's relentless assault bears
down on her like a crushing weight, threatening to snuff out
whatever flicker of hope remains within her.
Madison's outstretched hand hangs in the air like a mocking
gesture of false camaraderie, but Olivia sees through the
facade, her instincts sharpened by the sting of betrayal. With a
wary gaze, she keeps her distance, stepping back whenever
Madison draws near, refusing to be ensnared in her opponent's
trap.
As Olivia's cautious evasion frustrates Madison's every attempt
to corner her, the seasoned veteran's patience wears thin, her
once-confident facade crumbling under the weight of mounting
frustration and fatigue. With each failed advance, Madison's
breath comes in ragged gasps, her movements growing sluggish as
exhaustion sets in.
Finally, with a weary sigh, Madison comes to a halt in the
center of the pit, her hands resting on her knees as she
struggles to catch her breath. A flicker of annoyance flashes
across her features as she addresses Olivia with thinly veiled
contempt.
Madison: What's the matter, Barbie? Can't handle a little
competition? Guess it's easier to run than to face the truth:
You're nothing but a pathetic creampuff.
Frustration reaches a boiling point as Olivia continues to evade
Madison's advances, her cautious tactics leaving the seasoned
veteran seething with rage. With each graceful sidestep and
strategic retreat, Madison's fury mounts, her every attempt to
close the distance met with stubborn resistance. As Olivia
dances just out of reach, Madison's temper flares, her movements
growing increasingly erratic as she struggles to contain her
escalating anger.
Madison's taunt echoes through the pit like a venomous
challenge, her words dripping with hostility and contempt.
Madison: Come on, you stupid b!tch. Fight me creampuff. Quit
being a frightened little girl and fight!
Madison's frustration boils over into raw aggression as she
lashes out, her anger to a boiling point as she seeks to goad
Olivia into a confrontation. But Olivia remains steadfast, her
resolve unbroken despite the relentless onslaught of insults and
provocation. Standing her ground with steely determination, she
refuses to be baited by Madison's vicious taunts, her eyes
locked on her opponent with unwavering focus.
Madison: Typical Barbie, are you too scared to fight a Wannabee?
Or are you too busy dreaming of being the next Taylor Swift?
That new album of yours "Gutless" sucks worse than your sorry
excuse for a fighting style.
The words strike a nerve, igniting a firestorm of indignation
within Olivia as her temper flares. With a primal roar of fury,
she charges forward, her movements fueled by a potent mix of
anger and determination. No longer content to dance around her
opponent, Olivia meets Madison head-on, her fists clenched and
her resolve unshakable as she finally confronts her adversary in
a brutal clash of wills. As the two women collide in a whirlwind
of fury and aggression, oil droplets fly through the air and the
pit erupts into chaos, the air thick with the electric energy of
their fierce rivalry.
Madison finds herself in a precarious situation as Olivia is
demonstrating some surprising wrestling prowess. Despite
Madison's best efforts, she struggles to keep a determined
Olivia at bay. With each passing moment, Madison feels her
energy draining as she fights to fend off her renewed opponent.
Sensing Madison's exhaustion, Olivia presses her advantage,
leaning forward and planting her hands firmly on Madison's
shoulders. Rose Leslie slides into position, ready to begin the
count. "ONE! . . . . .TWO . . .," the referee starts, but before
reaching three, Madison's legs shoot up under Olivia's armpits,
then straighten out propelling her backward.
Quick to capitalize on the sudden reversal, Madison swiftly
wraps her legs around Olivia's neck. With a firm grip on
Olivia's hair, Madison pulls her opponent's face closer to her
crotch, locking her ankles and initiating a tight squeeze
The pressure around Olivia's head and neck is unbearable,
leaving her gasping for air as she struggles to break free. With
each passing moment, the pain intensifies, until it feels like
her skull would crack under the pressure. Desperate to escape,
Olivia thrashes and struggles, but Madison holds firm, her legs
like iron bands around Olivia's head.
With tears streaming down her face, Olivia fights to maintain
her composure, but the pain is overwhelming. With a final,
agonized cry, her left hand rises up then taps out on Madison's
rock hard thigh. As the referee signals the end of the sixth
fall, Olivia lays on the mat, her body wracked with exhaustion
and pain.
With a little more than half of the round remaining and the
score deadlocked at 3 falls each, tensions reach a fever pitch
as Olivia and Madison prepare for their final showdown.
Madison's eyes narrow with determination as she motions Olivia
in
Madison: Come on you little b!tch. You wanted me now come and
get me!
With a ferocious determination, Olivia and Madison lock into a
savage bearhug, their bodies colliding with a loud slap of bare
skin on bare skin. But this time, Madison's confidence wavers as
she feels the crushing pressure of Olivia's firm breasts once
again bearing down on hers, squeezing the air from her lungs and
igniting a searing pain that shoots across her chest. With each
passing moment, the relentless force of Olivia's younger, firmer
breasts threatens to overpower her, dominating the struggle in a
relentless display of superiority.
As Madison's breasts begins to flatten under the relentless
assault, Olivia's voice cuts through the chaos with a chilling
command. "
Olivia: Give up Wanna-loser, Give!
Her words echo with a cold finality, a warning of the dire
consequences awaiting her opponent if she refuses to yield.
Madison's cries of pain fill the air, a desperate plea for mercy
as she struggles to withstand the relentless pressure bearing
down upon her aching jugs.
Madison: Owww, Owww, Noooo more!
Her voice is a haunting refrain, a testament to the agony she
endures as Olivia's unyielding grip tightens around her,
threatening to crush her into final submission.
In a sudden burst of energy, Olivia lifts Madison off her feet,
her muscles straining with the effort as she hurls her opponent
to the mat with a resounding splat. The impact reverberates
through the pit as the two brunettes collide, Olivia's body
crashing down on top of Madison's with unrelenting force. With
lightning speed, Olivia seizes the opportunity, hooking a leg
and pinning it firmly against Madison's chest, her eyes blazing
with determination as she sets her sights on victory.
Amidst the deafening roar of the crowd, the referee's count
reverberates through the arena, the anticipation reaching a
fever pitch. "ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THR . . . !" Victory seems
tantalizingly close, the audience holding its breath in
anticipation of the final outcome. But just as hope flickers,
Madison manages to lift her should a mere inch off the slippery
mat.
Olivia hooks Madison's left leg, lifts it straight up then bends
it back until the knee is pressing up against her chest. Rose is
all over it and starts a steady deliberate count. ONE . . . TWO
. . . THRE. . . NO! With a defiant surge of strength, Madison
miraculously lifts her far shoulder off the mat, breaking the
count by the slimmest of margins. The crowd erupts with
disbelief, stunned by the sheer tenacity on display. With every
fiber of her being, Madison fights against the relentless
pressure exerted by Olivia, her breasts aching and her body
trembling with exertion as she refuses to succumb to defeat.
With time running out, Madison executes a brilliant counter, her
movements fluid and precise as she wraps her left arm over
Olivia's head, planting her feet firmly on the mat before
lifting her hips and rolling Olivia into a tight small package.
The pit erupts into chaos as the final seconds tick away, the
outcome hanging in the balance as the referee's hand hovers over
the mat, poised to declare the winner of this epic battle.
Olivia finds herself trapped, her legs pinned over her head
until her ankles are on the mat, her round butt is poking up in
the air. Uselessly wiggling back and forth. Unable to wriggle
free the ref starts the count. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . .and
THREE! . . . . Madison takes the fall moments before the bell
sounds to end the match. Madison keeps Olivia pinned, cups her
left hand and starts spanking Olivia's cheeks each blow landing
with a resounding smack. The ref sits back and watches then
after the sixth smack, pulls Madison off and raises her hand.
Madison Pettis wins 4 falls to 3
Post Fight:
Brec and Sadie launch themselves into the pit, joining their
victorious teammate in a raucous celebration. The Wannabees
revel in their triumph, their cheers drowning out the
disappointed murmurs of the Barbies.
Meanwhile, Dove and Sammi rush to Olivia's side, offering their
support as she processes the bitter defeat. As they sit
together, watching the jubilant scene unfolding before them,
Brec's taunting gesture catches their attention.
Brec cups her hand and sends a spray of oil towards Sammi and
Dove with a mocking flick of her hand. Sammi, seething at the
disrespectful act, wipes the oil off her cheeks then takes a
step towards Brec but Dove holds her back as Brec motions Sammi
in.
Brec: Come on, Hanratty. You know you want me. You think you and
those little bitty titties can get lucky again?
Dove manages to turn Sammi around and together they get Olivia
to her feet. Though defeated, the Barbies stand united, their
determination unshaken as they exit the pit, leaving the
Wannabees to revel in their hollow victory.
Meanwhile, Joe Rogan seizes the opportunity to address the
victor, his voice cutting through the lingering tension in the
air.
Joe: "Madison! Congratulations on your win. That was an
incredible reversal. Is that something you've done before?"
Madison dismissively waves off Joe's congratulations, her focus
fixed squarely on her rival.
Madison: First things first. That creampuff owes me her top.
With determination in her stride, Madison strides over to
Olivia, her hand outstretched expectantly.
Madison: "Hand it over, loser, or I swear I'll beat it off your
sorry rack."
Feeling defeated and humiliated, Olivia reluctantly reaches
behind her back, unsnaps her top, and begrudgingly hands it over
to Madison. She then covers her exposed breasts with her bare
hands, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation.
Madison smirks, reveling in Olivia's humiliation as she speaks
with a sharp edge in her voice.
Madison: Don't be shy, sweetie. Your little puppies are... cute.
Olivia: I think I proved that they're better than those saggy
bags of yours!
Madison continues to taunt, enjoying every moment of Olivia's
discomfort.
Madison: Hands off, that's part of the deal.
Olivia reluctantly removes her hands, exposing her perfect
breasts to the roaring crowd. With a sneer of satisfaction,
Madison reaches out and lands a stinging slap across Olivia's
exposed chest before Olivia can back away, adding one final
moment of humiliation.
Dove quickly intervenes, covering Olivia's chest with a towel
and leading her out of the pit, shielding her from further
embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Madison raises her arm triumphantly, twirling
Olivia's bikini top around on her finger with a mocking grin.
Madison: This will look good in our trophy case. That is if
there is any more room. Now, where were we?
Joe: That was an incredible display of skill out there. Have you
pulled off that reversal in previous matches?
Madison: Oh, definitely. When you've been in the pit as long as
I have, you pick up a few tricks along the way. That move is one
of my specialties.
Joe: Many expected you to dominate Olivia, but she put up quite
a fight. Were you surprised by her performance?
Madison: Surprised? Not really. Olivia's got that innocent look,
like a lamb going to the slaughter. But she's tougher than she
seems, kind of like a scrappy underdog. Still, I knew I had her
beat from the start. She's like a weaker version of Alexandra
Paul, you know? I expected an easy win, but hey, she made me
work for it.
Joe: Olivia held the lead for a good portion of the fight,
putting you in a position where you had to play catch-up. What
was going through your mind as you fought from behind?
Madison: Well, you know, in any fight, you want to stay ahead or
at least keep it close. I'll give it to Olivia; she had me on
the ropes for a bit there. But I've been in tough spots before.
It's all about keeping your cool and sticking to your game plan.
In the end, the cream rises to the top, and I knew I had what it
takes to beat a weakling like Olivia.
Joe: It came off as being desperate when you started choking
Olivia. She seemed to have your number up until then.
Madison: She might have been in the lead but I promise you she
did not have my number.
Joe: Olivia seemed to focus on your rack during the fight, using
her breasts to gain an advantage. Did her tactics catch you off
guard?
Madison laughs.
Madison: Oh, please. Olivia's attempts to use her breasts as
weapons was laughable at best. I mean, come on, mine are clearly
superior. As for tactics, I'm used to opponents trying
everything to get an edge. But when you're as experienced as I
am, you know how to handle it.
Joe: If you say so, but it looked like Olivia had you in big
trouble. Will we see more of you in the oil seeing that you
didn't qualify for the next UCC event?
Madison: The UCC is still a work in progress, and while I'm
focused on my career in cage fighting, I won't rule out the
possibility of returning to the oil. You never know what the
future holds.
Joe: Would you be willing to entertain a bout with Dove Cameron?
So far, just like you, she is also undefeated in the oil.
Madison: Of course, I'd relish the opportunity to face Dove in
the pit. She's only been in a few bouts not like myself who BTW
is now 8-0. It would be satisfying to take down another Barbie,
especially one as stuck-up as Dove. However, she does have to
get past Laura Marano first, and anyone in the UCC knows that
facing Laura is always a battle. That's the main event, and I'd
love to take on the winner without a doubt.
Joe: That would definitely be a compelling match, regardless of
the outcome. Congratulations on your win. Ladies and Gentlemen,
your winner: Madison Pettis!
Written by the Badass Barbies
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