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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) | |
| https://i.imgur.com/h6hXUxE.png | |
| 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 | |
| ***************************************************** |