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Fight 07 Raquel Pomplun vs Barbara Palvin
By: BadAssBunnies Date: July 19, 2024, 1:28 am
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[font=times new roman]Match 07
Raquel Pomplun � Centerfold Angels vs Barbara Palvin � Death by
Bikini
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Pre-Fight Weigh-in:
Joe Rogan: Here it is Ladies and Gentlemen. The grudge match of
the century. Two hated, and I mean hated rivals will be oiling
themselves up and stepping into the pit to find out which of
these two is the better oil wrestler and in their opinion, the
better woman. These two have been at each others throats so to
speak since the inception of the UCC. While the feud between The
Centerfold Angels and Death By Bikini has simmered down lately,
this match guarantees to rekindle the rivalry especially after
the vitriol used in the latest TKO magazine .
Challenger Raquel Pomplun makes her way to the stage escorted by
Ana Cheri and Jaclyn Swedberg. Raquel is all business as she
heads straight to the scales, removes her robe and is steps up
dressed in a skimpy black bikini. The scale settles in at 123
lbs. Raquel takes her place on stage as Barbara walks by. They
look each other up and down with Raquel bumping her shoulder
into Barbara while gain her balance and shoves Raquel in the
back.
Barbara removes her sweat pants and sweat shirt and is dressed
in a one a piece string swimsuit that barely covers anything.
The crowd gasps at the audacious attire but Barbara, not one to
be outdone adjusts the straps that barely covers her nipples.
She steps on the scale and the nearly naked bikini model weighs
in at 121lbs. Barbara waves to her fans then flips the middle
finger directed at Raquel.
They step up and the tension is clearly evident as the fans are
screaming for a brawl and each woman looks willing to oblige.
They lock eyes and block out all other distractions as they only
focus on the other as neither willing to be the first to flinch.
The inch up until their noses are touching then both of their
body's surge forward as their chests scrub into each other.
After the publicity shots are taken they are separated before
any blow are thrown.
They take their places on stage as Joe Rogan steps up to the
podium.
Joe: Thanks for keeping it civil.
Barbara: No worries, Joe. There will be plenty of time to kick
Piggy's ass in the pit.
Joe: Let me start out with the challenger. Raquel, why did you
challenge Barbara to an oil wrestling match?
Raquel: To be perfectly honest, I really enjoy watching her
lose. We fought 5 times in the UCC cage and while she got lucky
in our debut and ripped my top off before we threw any punches,
I've kicked her ass 4 straight times. They weren't just wins,
Joe. They were some real ass whooping. It's just one of those
things, Joe. I'm simply the better cage fighter.
Joe: If you have her so-called number in the cage, why give her
an opportunity to beat you in the oil pit?
Raquel: It's about proving my dominance over Barbara. Listen, me
or any of my teammates had nothing against Death by Bikini until
Barbara shot off her big mouth and started calling us names.
Barbara: Oink! Oink! Mucky piggy Raquel.
Raquel: See, she acts like a baby, Joe. It's going to be so
satisfying to beat her down again.
Joe: But this may be different as you won't be able to throw any
punches or kicks. Strictly wrestling this time and in the
slippery oil to boot.
Barbara rudely interrupts.
Barbara: She may have the advantage you know since pigs live in
the slippery mud. She''ll probably be right at home but trust
me, she's in for a rude awekening.
Raquel: Just shut up for once!
Barbara: My turn Ms. Piggy. You may have gotten lucky against me
in the cage but . .
Now Raquel interrupts.
Raquel: Lucky? 4 wins in row and you never got out of the third
round! HA! Maybe I hit you a little too hard in Columbia.
Barbara: I guess we'll see, won't we Ms. Mucky Pig.
Joe: Maybe keep the personal insult to a minimum, Barbara.
Barbara: Fine then, I'll stick to the facts. Playboy has filed
for chapter 11, Joe. They no longer have a magazine and are
limited to posting tacky **** on the internet.
Joe: Didn't SI file for chapter 11 bankruptcy a few years back?
Barbara: Maybe so but it's the Swimsuit edition and Death by
Bikini that's keeping SI afloat. People want to see classy women
in bikini's, Joe. The internet is full of wannabe **** stars and
their fake ****. There a dime a dozen and not even worthy of
being in a publication.
Joe: It's been pretty even between the Centerfold Angels and
Death by Bikini with the head to head fights giving a slight
edge to Death by Bikini.
Barbara: Of course we're the better stable.
Joe: But the Centerfold Angels hold the edge with 14 divisional
titles while Death by Bikini has 12.
Raquel: See, I told you we own their asses when it counts, HA!
Barbara: We'll see about that Ms. Porky thighs.
Joe: Wait a minute, and the Centerfold Angels lead on Tournament
Belts 34-22.
Raquel: See! That's not even close, loser!
Both women stand up and lunge at each other locking a hand in
the other trusses while landing punches to the side of the head
with the other. Security dives in and has trouble pulling the
heated fighters apart. They are finally pulled apart as Joe
wraps up the presser.
Joe: OK, this will be one of the most heated fights. I can't
wait.
Fight Night:
Barbara and Raquel have gone to social media and relentlessly
taunted each other. Extra security s needed as both stables have
shown up in force and are all seated pit side awaiting their
fighters to make their way to the pit.
Raquel, the challenger, is first to be announced and right away
the importance of this fight is shown as stable leader Kara
Monaco is accompanying Raquel to the pit. Raquel is all business
wearing a black robe with the Centerfold Angel logo embroidered
on the back.
She sheds the robe and gentle steps into the pit as Kara and her
second, Victoria Silvstedt gets Raquel ready for her match as
she rubs oil on her toned muscles.
Barbara splits the curtain and like Raquel, is all business as
she makes a beeline to Raquel. Security is ready and forms a
line between the two camps as Barbara, escorted by stable leader
Kate Upton and Lais Ribero, take off Barbara's robe and help oil
her down.
The insults are flying freely not only from the contestants but
from members of both stables. Even the stable leaders who
normally show some restraint are full participants and the
Whiskey-a-go-go is a powder keg about to explode.
The referee for tonight's bout is Martha Stewart. She gets the
fighters to the middle, but gives up halfway through the rules
as Barbara and Raquel can't wait to rip into each other.
Round 1:
As the announcer's voice boomed through the arena, the crowd's
excitement reached a fever pitch. The spotlight illuminated the
oil pit, shimmering under the intense lights. On one side stood
Barbara Palvin, the fierce competitor from the Death by Bikini
stable. She was clad in a fiery red bikini that showcased her
toned physique, her eyes burning with determination and a smirk
that promised trouble. On the opposite side was Raquel Pomplun
from the Centerfold Angels, wearing a sleek black bikini that
highlighted her athletic build and her ample cleavage. Her
expression was a mix of focus and disdain as she glared across
the pit at Barbara.
Martha Stewart signaled for the match to begin, and the bell
rang loudly. Both women charged forward, their bodies colliding
in the center of the pit. The slippery oil added an extra layer
of difficulty as they grappled for dominance, their muscles
straining and slipping against each other.
Barbara was the first to make a move, grabbing a handful of
Raquel's hair and yanking her head back violently. Raquel let
out a gasp of pain but quickly retaliated, digging her nails
into Barbara's forearm. The ref missed the illegal move as the
crowd's cheers and boos drowned out any protest.
"You think you can take me down, you washed-up centerfold?"
Barbara taunted, her voice dripping with venom.
Raquel snarled in response, her eyes narrowing with hatred.
"Keep dreaming, Palvin. You�re nothing but a pretty face with no
skills and little girls ****."
Their bodies twisted and turned as they struggled for control,
each one trying to gain the upper hand. Barbara managed to trip
Raquel, sending her sprawling onto her back. She wasted no time
and pounced, straddling Raquel's chest and pinning her wrists
above her head. Martha dropped to the mat, starting the count.
"ONE! . . . . TWO! . . . " But before she could count to three,
Raquel brought her knee up sharply, striking Barbara between the
legs. Barbara howled in agony and rolled off her hands
immediately cupping her aching privates, the aging ref missing
the blatant foul once again.
Kate Upton bitterly complains but Martha turns a deaf ear.
Barbara's eyes were filled with pain and fury as she staggered
to her feet. Raquel was already up, her face twisted in a
malicious grin. "What's wrong, Barbara? Can't handle a little
pain?"
Barbara didn't respond with words. Instead, she lunged at
Raquel, catching her off guard and tackling her to the mat. The
two women rolled in the oil, their bodies glistening under the
lights as they fought for supremacy. The crowd was on the edge
of their seats, the energy in the arena electric.
Raquel managed to get on top, sitting on Barbara's chest and
slapping her across the face repeatedly. Barbara's head snapped
to the side with each blow, but she refused to submit. Instead,
she reached up and grabbed Raquel's sports bra, yanking it down
and exposing her opponent's breasts to the crowd. Raquel
screamed in rage and embarrassment, but Barbara didn't stop
there. She twisted Raquel's nipple cruelly, causing her to
shriek in pain.
"You ****!" Raquel spat, her voice filled with venom.
Barbara smirked, her grip on Raquel's nipple tightening. "What's
the matter, Raquel? Can't handle a little humiliation?"
Raquel responded by raking her nails down Barbara's chest,
leaving red welts in their wake. Barbara cried out but didn't
release her hold. The two women were locked in a vicious cycle
of pain and revenge, neither willing to back down as the
referee, refusing to get involved, let the two warriors battle
it out on their own terms..
With a burst of strength, Raquel managed to roll them over
again, getting on top and pinning Barbara's arms to the mat. She
slid her body up, sitting on Barbara's face and grinding her
crotch against her rival's mouth. Barbara's muffled screams were
barely audible as the ref began the count.
"ONE! TWO! THREE!" The ref signaled a pinfall for Raquel, and
the crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and boos.
Raquel stood up, smirking down at Barbara who was gasping for
air. "That's one for me, sweetheart. Think you can catch up?"
Barbara's eyes blazed with fury as she got to her feet and wiped
the oil off her mouth. "This isn't over, Raquel. Not by a long
shot."
The ref restarted the match, and the two women wasted no time in
going at each other again. Barbara was determined to even the
score, and she came at Raquel with renewed vigor. She grabbed
Raquel by the hair and slammed her head into the mat repeatedly.
Raquel groaned in pain, her eyes dazed as Barbara lifted her up
and locked her in a brutal bearhug, their slick bodies pressing
tightly together.
"You think you're better than me?" Barbara growled, squeezing
Raquel with all her strength. "I'll show you who's the real
woman here."
Raquel's face contorted in pain as she struggled to break free.
Desperation gave her the strength she needed, and she managed to
slip her arms free and rake her nails down Barbara's back.
Barbara yelped and loosened her grip just enough for Raquel to
slip out and shove her to the ground.
Raquel pounced on Barbara, trying to pin her again, but Barbara
was ready. She twisted her body, sending Raquel flying over her
head and landing hard on her back. Barbara quickly got to her
knees and slid up Raquel's body, grabbing her wrists and
stretching them out above her head. She leaned down, her breasts
pressing against Raquel's.
Barbara pressed her weight down, holding Raquel in place as the
ref started the count. "ONE! TWO! THREE!"
Barbara stood up, raising her fists in triumph as the crowd
roared. Raquel glared up at her, fury and humiliation burning in
her eyes.
The ref signaled the end of the first round, and both women
retreated to their corners. The score was tied, but the
animosity between them was far from settled. The crowd buzzed
with anticipation for the next round, eager to see who would
come out on top in this brutal battle of wills.
Round 2:
The bell rang to signal the start of the second round, and the
tension in the air was thick as the fog on the moors, Barbara
and Raquel were both back in their corners, seething with rage
and ready to tear into each other once more. Martha Stewart gave
a nod, and the women charged at each other like wild animals
released from their cages.
Barbara got the upper hand first, ducking under Raquel's
outstretched arms and driving her shoulder into Raquel's
midsection. Raquel let out a grunt as the air was forced from
her lungs, and Barbara capitalized on the momentary advantage by
lifting Raquel off her feet and slamming her into the mat.
Raquel's back arched in pain as she hit the slippery surface,
oil splashing around them.
"You think you can handle me?" Barbara taunted, grabbing
Raquel's wrists and pinning them above her head. "Think again,
you pathetic wannabe."
Raquel spat in Barbara's face, her eyes blazing with fury. "Get
off me, you ugly cow!"
Barbara wiped the spit off with a smirk and pressed her body
down harder against Raquel, their chests mashing together.
Raquel twisted and turned, trying to break free, but Barbara
held firm. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against
Raquel's ear as she whispered, "You�re not going anywhere,
Piggy. I�m going to make you squeel."
With a quick movement, Barbara released Raquel's wrists and slid
her hands down to Raquel's throat, squeezing tightly. Raquel's
eyes widened in panic as she gasped for air, her hands clawing
at Barbara's arms. The ref stepped in, but Barbara refused to
let go, her grip tightening.
The ref began to count. "One! Two! Three! Four! Fi�"
Barbara finally released Raquel's throat just before Martha
reached five, but the damage was done. Raquel was left coughing
and gasping for breath, her face flushed red. Barbara stood up,
flexing her muscles and taunting as the crowd cheered and jeered
in equal measure.
Raquel took a moment to recover, but her anger only grew
stronger. She got to her feet, her eyes locked on Barbara.
"You�re going to pay for that, Palvin."
"What ever Ms. Piggy."
Barbara barely had time to react before Raquel lunged at her,
tackling her to the ground. They rolled in the oil, their bodies
slipping and sliding as they fought for control. Raquel managed
to get on top, straddling Barbara and pinning her arms to the
mat. She leaned down, her face inches from Barbara's as she
hissed, "Now it's my turn."
Raquel grabbed a handful of Barbara's hair and yanked her head
back, exposing her throat. She placed her forearm on Barbara's
throat and used her body weight to press down applying a
chokehold that cut off Barbara's air supply. Barbara's legs
kicked out wildly, her hands clawing at Raquel's arm as she
struggled to breathe. The ref moved in again, counting as Raquel
held the choke.
"One! Two! Three! Four! Fi�"
Raquel released the choke just in time, smirking as Barbara
gasped for air, her face turning a deep shade of red. Raquel
didn't let up, though. She grabbed Barbara's wrists and pulled
her arms back, bending them at an unnatural angle. Barbara
screamed in pain, her body writhing as Raquel applied more
pressure.
"Submit!" Raquel demanded, her voice cold and ruthless. "Submit
or I'll break your **** arms."
Barbara gritted her teeth, refusing to give Raquel the
satisfaction. "Never," she spat, her voice strained with pain.
Raquel responded by increasing the pressure, and Barbara's
screams grew louder. Martha Stewart watched closely, ready to
intervene, but Barbara's stubbornness kept her from tapping out.
Finally, Raquel let go, shoving Barbara away with a look of
disdain.
The crowd was on the edge of their seats, the intensity of the
match reaching new heights. Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the
front row, drawing the attention of the spectators. Danielle
Herrington from the Death by Bikini stable and Jessica Ashley
from The Centerfold Angels were locked in a vicious fistfight,
their punches flying with brutal force.
Danielle landed a solid right hook to Jessica's jaw, causing her
to stumble back. Jessica retaliated with a punch to Danielle's
stomach, making her double over in pain. But Danielle wasn't
done. She came back with a flurry of punches to Jessica's face,
stomach, and ribs, each blow landing with a sickening thud.
The crowd was in a frenzy, watching the two women tear into each
other. Jessica managed to land a hard punch to Danielle's
breast, causing her to yelp in pain. But Danielle's anger only
grew stronger. She grabbed Jessica by the hair and pulled her
close, landing a devastating uppercut that sent Jessica
sprawling to the ground, unconscious while her teammates hovered
over her.
Barbara had recovered enough to launch another attack. She
grabbed Raquel by the ankle and twisted, sending her crashing to
the mat. Barbara quickly followed up, locking Raquel in a
painful armbar. Raquel screamed, her free hand slapping the mat
as she tried to escape.
"Submit!" Barbara demanded, her voice filled with rage. "Submit,
you pathetic loser!"
Raquel gritted her teeth, refusing to give in. She managed to
twist her body just enough to reach Barbara's face, scratching
at her eyes. Barbara yelped and released the hold, her hand
covering her eye as she backed away.
Raquel took the opportunity to strike back. She lunged at
Barbara, tackling her to the ground and wrapping her legs around
Barbara's waist. She squeezed tightly, crushing Barbara's ribs
as she applied a painful scissors. Barbara's face turned red as
she struggled to breathe, her hands trying to pry Raquel's
powerful legs apart.
Barbara's vision began to blur as she fought to stay conscious.
With a last burst of strength, she managed to elbow Raquel in
the ribs, causing her to loosen her grip. Barbara rolled away,
gasping for air as she tried to recover.
Raquel, frustrated and enraged, charged at Barbara once more.
Barbara, though exhausted, was ready. She sidestepped Raquel's
attack and drove her knee into Raquel's midsection. Raquel
doubled over, and Barbara took advantage, grabbing Raquel by the
hair and slamming her face into the mat. Raquel let out a
muffled scream as her head hit the oily surface.
Barbara climbed on top of Raquel, sitting on her chest and
pressing her breasts into Raquel's face. Raquel struggled, her
hands pushing against Barbara's shoulders, but Barbara held
firm.
Raquel's movements became more frantic as she struggled to get
air. The ref watched closely, ready to intervene, but Barbara's
hold was unyielding, her breasts suffocating. Finally, Raquel's
hand slapped the mat in a desperate tap-out.
Barbara released her hold, standing up and raising her arms in
triumph. Raquel lay on the mat, gasping for breath, her face red
and sweaty. "How is that for little girl ****?" Barbara said,
her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Raquel got to her feet slowly, her eyes filled with
determination despite the pain. "This isn't over," she growled.
Barbara smirked. "Then bring it on."
The crowd was on their feet, the intensity of the match reaching
new heights. Raquel, though exhausted, launched herself at
Barbara with renewed fury. They collided in the center of the
pit, their bodies a blur of motion as they grappled for
dominance.
Raquel managed to get the upper hand, grabbing Barbara's wrist
and twisting it behind her back. Barbara screamed in pain, her
body arching as Raquel applied more pressure. "Submit!" Raquel
demanded, her voice cold and ruthless. "Submit or I'll break
your arm."
Barbara gritted her teeth, refusing to give in. She twisted her
body, using her free hand to claw at the side of Raquel's right
breast. Raquel yelped and released her hold, but not before
delivering a hard punch to Barbara's ribs.
Barbara stumbled back, gasping for air, but she wasn't ready to
give up. She charged at Raquel, tackling her to the ground and
locking her in a stomach claw. Raquel screamed, her body
writhing in agony as Barbara's fingers dug into her flesh.
"Submit!" Barbara demanded, her voice filled with rage. "Submit,
you pathetic loser!"
Raquel's face turned red as she struggled to breathe, her hands
clawing at Barbara's wrists. She managed to twist her body just
enough to break free, but the damage was done. She cradled her
stomach, her face pale with pain as she got to her feet.
Barbara stood opposite her, breathing heavily but with a look of
determination in her eyes. The crowd was on their feet, the
excitement in the arena reaching a fever pitch.
As the second round continued, Raquel found her opening. With a
sudden burst of energy, she pounced on Barbara, pinning her down
and digging her fingers deep into Barbara's abs looking for a
little payback. Raquel's fingers kneaded the firm muscles,
working them over with relentless precision. Barbara's eyes
widened in pain, her breath coming in short gasps as Raquel's
fingers dug deeper.
Raquel twisted and pressed her fingers into Barbara's abs, her
knuckles turning white with the effort. Barbara tried to twist
away, but Raquel held her firmly, her grip unyielding. The pain
was excruciating, and Barbara could feel her once strong abs
softening under the relentless assault.
"Submit, Barbara!" Raquel demanded, her voice cold and
determined.
Barbara's defiance held for a moment longer, but the pain was
too much. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, mixing with the
oil on her face. The crowd watched in stunned silence as
Barbara's resistance crumbled.
"I submit!" Barbara screamed, her voice breaking with agony. "I
submit, Raquel, male her stop!"
But Raquel didn't let go. She continued to squeeze and dig her
fingers into Barbara's tortured abs, a cruel smile playing on
her lips. Barbara's cries grew louder, her body writhing in pain
as Raquel refused to relent.
Martha Stewart finally stepped in, pulling Raquel off Barbara.
Raquel stood up, wiping her oily hands on her thighs, while
Barbara lay on the mat, crying openly as she clutched her red
and quivering stomach.
"There�s no crying in oil wrestling, Barbara," Raquel sneered,
looking down at her defeated rival. She then lifted her foot and
stomped down hard on Barbara's already battered stomach, causing
Barbara to jackknife in two, her body convulsing with pain.
Martha stepped in again, pushing Raquel back as Barbara lay on
the mat, gasping for breath and clutching her midsection. The
crowd erupted in a mix of boos and cheers, the brutal display
leaving everyone on edge.
Raquel stood tall, her chest heaving with exertion and
adrenaline. She looked down at Barbara with a mixture of
satisfaction and contempt. "Remember this, Barbara," she said,
her voice low and threatening. "Next time, it�ll be even worse."
Barbara could only moan in response, her body trembling with
pain as she tried to recover from the stomach clam. Raquel
turned away, walking back to her corner with a triumphant stride
as she waited for the ref to count Barbara out for good. As the
referee's count reached 8, Barbara got to her knees then her
feet still clutching her bruised and battered abs.
Raquel, though exhausted and in pain, launched herself at
Barbara with a final burst of energy. Barbara was ready, though.
She grabbed Raquel's legs and twisted, sending her crashing to
the mat.
Barbara quickly followed up, grabbing Raquel's left leg with her
left arm and pulling her other leg with all her strength.
Raquel's eyes widened in terror as she realized what was coming.
Barbara planted her foot on Raquel's inner thigh and began to
pull, spreading Raquel's legs apart in a brutal leg spread.
Raquel screamed, her muscles straining and burning with pain as
Barbara forced her legs wider and wider. "Submit!" Barbara
yelled, her face contorted with effort. "Submit, Raquel, or I'll
tear you apart!"
The pain was unbearable. Raquel's inner thigh muscles felt like
they were on fire, stretched to the brink of tearing. Her hands
clawed at the mat, her face twisted in agony as she fought to
endure the torture. But Barbara didn't let up, her grip
unyielding as she pulled Raquel's legs even further apart.
The crowd gasped as Raquel's legs were being pulled wider and
wider as Kara frantically looked for a towel to throw.
"Stop!" Raquel finally screamed, her voice cracking with
desperation. "Stop, you're breaking my legs! I submit, I
submit!"
Martha immediately called for the bell, and Barbara released
Raquel's legs, letting them fall limp to the mat.
Raquel lay on the mat, gasping for air and clutching her thighs
in agony. She tried to sit up, but the pain was too much. Her
legs felt like they were on fire, the muscles stretched almost
beyond repair. She could barely move, her body trembling with
pain.
The referee announced the result: the match was tied, with each
woman securing one submission. But the damage was done. Raquel's
legs were in horrendous agony, her muscles stretched to the
limit. She struggled to stand, walking almost bow-legged as she
tried to steady herself as the bell ended the second round.
The referee helped Raquel to her corner, where her corner were
waiting to tend to her injuries. Barbara watched her go, her own
body aching but filled with the thrill of victory.
"You done Piggy? You done yet?." screamed Barbara deep down hope
that Raquel was unable to continue.
Kara looked concerned as her hand was slapped away as soon as
she touched Raquel's inner thigh.
"I'm throwing in the towel, Raquel. You can get her back another
time."
F^ck that! As long as I can still breath I taking that ****
down!"
Raquel willed herself to her feet but it's obvious that her legs
are still trembling.
Round 3:
The bell rang for the start of round three, and Raquel wasted no
time. She launched herself at Barbara, driving a brutal knee
into her belly. The force of the blow left Barbara paralyzed,
her mouth open in a silent scream as she folded over, clutching
her midsection.
Raquel seized the moment, shoving Barbara onto her back and
quickly pinning her down. Barbara struggled to catch her breath,
her eyes wide with pain and panic. Raquel perched herself on
Barbara's chest, her knees squeezing tight, forcing Barbara's
breasts together in a painful vise.
With a cruel grin, Raquel reached back and began to punch
Barbara in the stomach, each blow landing with a sickening thud.
Barbara coughed and gasped, her body jerking with each punch.
The first punch made her eyes bulge, the second had her gasping
desperately for air, and by the third, she was almost completely
spent, barely able to resist.
The referee dropped to the mat and began the count. Barbara's
attempts to buck Raquel off were feeble at best, her energy
sapped from the relentless assault.
The referee dropped to the mat and began the count. Barbara's
attempts to buck Raquel off were feeble at best, her energy
sapped from the relentless assault.
"ONE!... TWO!... THR...!"
Barbara managed to lift her shoulder but it was all for naught
as Raquel had her helplessly pinned on her back.
"ONE!... TWO!... THREE!"
Raquel finally got the pin, taking a 3-2 lead. She stood up,
raising her hands in victory, as Barbara lay on the mat, gasping
and clutching her bruised and battered midsection. The crowd
roared, divided between those cheering for Raquel's dominance
and those booing the harsh tactics.
Raquel looked down at her opponent, a smirk playing on her lips.
"You�re not so tough now, are you?" she taunted, before
strutting back to her corner, leaving Barbara to gather what
strength.
Despite the searing pain in her gut, Barbara fought through the
agony, determination burning in her eyes. She knew she had to
take the fight to Raquel and target those sore legs. Gritting
her teeth, she rose to her feet, eyes locked on Raquel who was
confidently moving toward her.
Barbara darted forward, feinting high before dropping low and
hammering a vicious kick into Raquel's already sore thigh.
Raquel yelped in pain, her leg buckling as she staggered
backward. Sensing an opening, Barbara didn't relent; she
continued her assault, throwing a barrage of kicks and knees
aimed at Raquel's injured legs. Each blow landed with precision,
drawing cries of pain from Raquel, whose face contorted in
agony.
With Raquel now hobbled and desperate, Barbara saw her chance.
She lunged, tackling Raquel to the oily mat. The two of them
slid and grappled, but Barbara's focus remained on those legs.
She wrapped her arms around one of Raquel's thighs, squeezing
and twisting the raw muscles, causing Raquel to shriek in pain
Raquel clawed at Barbara, trying to dislodge her grip, but the
pain was too much. Barbara's relentless assault was taking its
toll. Raquel's struggles weakened, her movements becoming more
frantic and less coordinated. Sensing victory, Barbara shifted
her position, straddling Raquel's chest and pinning her arms to
the mat.
Barbara's thighs tightened around Raquel's head, and she
positioned herself for the final, humiliating submission. She
adjusted herself into a face-sit, her weight pressing down on
Raquel's face, cutting off her air and visibility. Raquel's
battered legs kicked out, her body writhing beneath Barbara, but
there was no escape.
"Give it up!" Barbara shouted, her voice echoing through the
pit. "You're done!"
Raquel's muffled cries were barely audible beneath Barbara, and
her hands flailed uselessly. Martha Stewart moved in, ready to
check for the submission, but it was clear Raquel was at her
limit. Her body jerked violently as she tried to breathe, her
fingers clawing at Barbara's thighs in a desperate attempt to
find air.
Barbara leaned forward, putting even more pressure on Raquel's
face and started grinding her hips. Unable to endure the
suffocating hold any longer, Raquel's hand weakly tapped against
Barbara's thigh. The referee immediately signaled the
submission, but Barbara, driven by the memory of the earlier
taunts and the pain inflicted upon her, didn't release right
away. She held the position for a few extra seconds, savoring
the victory and the power she held over her rival.
Raquel's taps became more frantic, and the referee had to step
in, pulling Barbara off of her. Barbara stood up, raising her
arms in triumph, her chest heaving with exertion. Raquel lay on
the mat, gasping for air, her face red and slick with oil.
With the match tied and Raquel in obvious pain, it was clear the
remainder of the round would be a brutal showdown. Both women
were battered and exhausted, but neither was willing to back
down. The stage was set for an epic conclusion, with everything
on the line.
As the final round concluded, Barbara and Raquel locked eyes,
their gazes filled with hatred and determination. The crowd held
its breath as the tension mounted, both women knowing that this
was the moment to give everything they had left.
With a simultaneous scream, they hurled themselves at each
other, the sound of their oily bodies colliding echoing through
the arena. The force of the impact sent waves of oil splashing
around them, their screams of rage and pain mingling with the
roars of the crowd. They grappled and struggled, their muscles
straining and veins bulging as they fought for dominance.
Raquel delivered a savage knee to Barbara's gut, trying to
replicate her earlier success, but Barbara was ready this time,
absorbing the blow with a grimace and retaliating with a brutal
elbow to Raquel's ribs.
They rolled across the slippery mat, each trying to gain the
upper hand. Barbara managed to get on top, only for Raquel to
twist her hips and flip them over, her hands clawing at
Barbara's face. Barbara responded by yanking Raquel's hair,
pulling her head back and slamming it against the mat.
resolve began to falter, her earlier confidence giving way to
desperation as Barbara's relentless assault took its toll.
Barbara, sensing victory, redoubled her efforts. She hammered
Raquel's sore legs with a series of vicious rabbit punches, each
blow eliciting a cry of pain from Raquel.
Raquel's struggles grew weaker, her energy fading as Barbara
maintained her brutal attack. Barbara's fingers dug into
Raquel's breasts, kneading and flattening them with cruel
precision. Raquel's cries grew louder, tears mixing with the oil
on her face.
"You're finished, Piggy," Barbara hissed, a sadistic smile
playing on her lips as she decided on the final move. She
grabbed Raquel's left leg with her left arm, then seized her
right leg with both hands, pulling them apart in another vicious
leg spread. Raquel's inner thigh muscles screamed in agony, her
body convulsing as she tried to resist.
"Please, stop!" Raquel begged, her voice breaking with pain and
desperation.
Barbara ignored her pleas, pulling Raquel's legs wider. Raquel's
hands slapped at the mat, her nails digging into the oily
surface as she fought against the excruciating pain. Barbara's
face was a mask of determination, her eyes fixed on Raquel's
anguished expression.
"Not until I hear you quit and say I'm the better woman,"
Barbara growled, increasing the pressure.
Raquel's resistance crumbled, her strength giving out as the
pain became unbearable. With a final, desperate effort, she
frantically tapped the mat, tears streaming down her face.
"I submit! I submit! Please, stop!" she cried, her voice choked
with sobs.
Barbara held the position for a moment longer, savoring her
victory. Then, with a look of disdain, she released Raquel's
legs. Raquel curled into a fetal position, sobbing
uncontrollably as the referee moved in to check on her.
Barbara leaned down, her voice cold and mocking. "Remember,
there's no crying in the pit, Raquel," she said, before digging
her fingers into Raquel's hamstrings one last time, causing
Raquel to scream anew.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Barbara stood up,
and raised her arms ignoring the searing pain in her abs while
Raquel lay on the mat, a broken, quivering mess, her sobs
filling the air.
Post Fight:
Martha Stewart raised Barbara's hand and declared her the
winner, but the real victory was in the statement she had made.
Barbara reached down her fingers slipping under the thin straps
that held Raquel's breasts in check and with one fluid move
ripped her top off her chest holding up for the crowd to see.
As Barbara left the pit, she looked back at a balled up Raquel
one last time, a satisfied smirk on her face. This was more than
just a win; it was a total humiliation of her hated rival.
Members from Death by Bikini and The Centerfold Angels couldn't
contain their rivalry any longer. Audrey Allen had Jessica Gomes
in a tight headlock, delivering punishing punches to her face.
Each blow landed with a sickening thud, causing Jessica's head
to snap back with each impact.
Meanwhile, Ashley Graham had Valerie van der Graaf pinned
against the aisle railing, her hand repeatedly striking
Valerie's cheeks. The slaps echoed through the arena, punctuated
by Valerie's cries of pain and frustration.
At the center of the chaos, stable leaders Kate Upton and Kara
Monaco stood chest-to-chest, their faces contorted in anger as
they exchanged heated words. They shoved and bumped their chests
into each other, the tension between them palpable.
Nearby, Genevieve Morton and Chelsie Aryn were locked in a
vicious hair-pulling brawl, spinning in circles as they tugged
at each other's locks. Their faces twisted with determination
and fury, neither willing to back down.
Across the pit, Vita Sidorkina and Jessa Hinton eyed each other
warily, sizing up their opponent. Their gazes were cold and
calculating, each waiting for the right moment to strike. Vita
feinted a punch then delivered a knee to the gut folding Jessa
in half. Another knee landed square in hr face and a punch to
the side of the head send Jessa spiraling to the ground.
Chelsie managed to get behind Genevieve and had her locked in a
rear naked choke. Genevieve's face started turning reed as
Chelsie sat back taking hr rival to the ground. Security tried
pulling Chelsie off but by the time the managed to pry her arm
off Genevieve's body went limp.
Security personnel rushed in, trying to separate the brawling
women, but the chaos only seemed to escalate. The arena
reverberated with the sounds of fists hitting flesh, hair being
pulled, and insults being hurled.
Amidst the chaos, Barbara and Raquel remained oblivious to the
chaos around them. Their grueling battle had left them drained,
but their rivalry was far from over. As they lay on the mat,
their chests rising and falling with each labored breath, they
both knew that their feud would continue, fueling more intense
battles in the future.
Joe Rogan waited for the chaos to settle down then stepped up to
the pit as Barbara made it to her feet.
Joe: What the hell was that? It's like the rule book was thrown
out and you two fought it out like a couple of alley cats.
Barbara: Sometimes it just comes down to battle where anything
goes. I'm not blaming Raquel for starting any of this as we we
both were willing to do anything it took to win. Martha was
willing to let us fight it out and that is what we did.
Joe: You targeted her legs and really made her pay. Was that
part of the plan going into the fight?
Barbara: It was mentioned but we really had no set plan. I just
wanted to get her in the pit and show her who was boss. And
guess what, it's me.
Joe: How badly was your stomach hurting. Those stomach claws
looked incredible painful.
Barbara: I'm not going to sugar coat this, Joe. My stomach is
still burning and **** did that hurt. But you want to know
something?
Joe: Sure, what's that?
Barbara: True champions, like myself, fight through the pain and
while it may look bleak from time to time you fight back.
Joe: After beating the crap out of each other for 15 minutes, do
you have any new found respect for Raquel?
Barbara: Oh, I respect her for her fighting abilities, that's
obvious seeing that she has the upper hand in the cage. She is a
talented fighter for sure. I'm just glad I got the opportunity
to beat her and give my stable a much needed win.
Joe: I see that there were a few skirmishes in the crowd
tonight. Is that something were are going to see more of?
Barbara: Death by Bikini is not baking down and if they
challenge us then they will find out what wee are made of.
Joe: Your co-stable leader Chrissy Teigen is up next against
Amanda Cerny. What can we expect from that match up?
Barbara: I doubt that it will be as dirty. Chrissy is a class
act but if Amanda wants to fight dirty then Chrissy will be up
for that.
Joe: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner. Barbara Palvin!!!!
Written by the Badass Barbies[/font]
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