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| Fight 27 Francesca Capaldi vs Sabrina Carpenter | |
| By: BadAssBunnies Date: August 15, 2024, 11:22 am | |
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| [font=times new roman]Fight 27 | |
| Francesca Capaldi � The Wannabees vs Sabrina Carpenter- | |
| Strikeforce | |
| https://i.imgur.com/M74Np9m.png | |
| Pre-Fight Weigh-In: | |
| The atmosphere is electric at the weigh-in for the highly | |
| anticipated oil wrestling match between Strikeforce | |
| Featherweight Sabrina Carpenter and Wannabee Lightweight | |
| Francesca Capaldi. Fans are eagerly awaiting the showdown, with | |
| the air thick with excitement and tension. The two competitors | |
| step onto the stage, their eyes locked in a fierce glare, both | |
| ready to assert their dominance even before the match begins. | |
| Bruce Buffer steps forward, mic in hand, ready to introduce the | |
| competitors. | |
| "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's main event! In the | |
| blue corner, standing at 5 feet even, weighing 101 pounds, the | |
| agile the cunning, the sexy, Sabrina Carpenter!" | |
| The crowd roars as Sabrina steps forward, waving confidently. | |
| "And in the red corner, standing at 5 feet 4 inches, weighing | |
| 112 pounds, the fierce, the relentless, the notorious, she is, | |
| Francesca, The Barbie Killer, Capaldi!" | |
| The crowd cheers again, though there's a noticeable tension in | |
| the air as Francesca steps forward, her eyes never leaving | |
| Sabrina. | |
| As they face off, the verbal sparring begins. | |
| "You ready to get schooled, little girl?" Francesca taunts, her | |
| voice dripping with contempt. | |
| Sabrina smirks, "I'm ready to show you why speed and brains beat | |
| chubby cheeks and a dumpy ass any day, Red." | |
| The tension builds as they step closer, the crowd sensing a | |
| confrontation. Suddenly, Francesca lashes out, slapping Sabrina | |
| hard across the face. The sound echoes through the room, and a | |
| collective gasp rises from the audience. | |
| But Sabrina is quick. Before Francesca can react, Sabrina drives | |
| her knee up into Francesca�s crotch, sending the redhead down in | |
| a heap. | |
| "You want to play around, Red? Do you?" Sabrina screams, her | |
| voice filled with fury as she follows up with a vicious kick to | |
| Francesca's ribs. Francesca clutches her side, gasping in pain, | |
| clearly wondering if she has bitten off more than she can chew. | |
| Security rushes in to separate them, but the damage is done. | |
| Francesca is helped to her feet, her face flushed with a mix of | |
| pain and anger. They both head to the podium, Sabrina with a | |
| triumphant grin, Francesca with a scowl. | |
| At the podium, the verbal battle continues, but it's clear that | |
| Sabrina has the sharper wit. Her quick, cutting remarks leave | |
| Francesca tongue-tied at times. | |
| "So, Francesca, how does it feel to know you're about to get | |
| schooled by someone half your size?" Sabrina taunts, her eyes | |
| gleaming with mischief. | |
| Francesca struggles to respond, her mind still reeling from the | |
| unexpected assault. "You...you got lucky, Carpenter. In the pit, | |
| it's a different story and trust me, I'll make you cry with tat | |
| shrill little voice of yours before the 1[sup]st[/sup] round is | |
| over." | |
| Sabrina laughs, "Oh, sweetie, luck has nothing to do with it. | |
| It's all skill. And when we get in the pit, you're going to | |
| learn that the hard way when I whip your floppy ass." | |
| The crowd is eating it up, clearly enjoying Sabrina's confidence | |
| and sharp tongue. Francesca, on the other hand, is visibly | |
| frustrated, her usual bravado faltering under the pressure. | |
| "You talk a big game, Sabrina," Francesca finally manages to | |
| say, "but all the talk in the world won't save you from what's | |
| coming." | |
| "We'll see about that," Sabrina replies, her voice cool and | |
| confident. "But for now, you might want to ice those ribs. | |
| You�re going to need all the strength you can muster for | |
| tonight." | |
| "Keep talking Blondie. When I'm done with you you're going to | |
| wish you never stepped in the pit with me." | |
| "That's it? That's your best comeback? Listen chubs, you'll be | |
| lucky if you get a single pin as I plan on beating your chubby | |
| body and stretching you until you cry like a little ****. You | |
| have no idea what's coming your way." | |
| "You, you're going down, Carpenter." | |
| Fight Night: | |
| The lights dim inside the iconic Whiskey A Go Go, and the crowd | |
| erupts into a roar of excitement. The unmistakable voice of | |
| Bruce Buffer booms through the speakers, filled with energy and | |
| anticipation. | |
| Bruce Buffer: �Ladiessss and gentlemeeeeen, THIS is the moment | |
| you�ve all been waiting for! We are LIVE from the world-famous | |
| Whiskey A Go Go, and it's TIME for the ultimate showdown in the | |
| oil wrestling pit!� | |
| The crowd cheers louder, eager for the spectacle to begin. | |
| Bruce Buffer: �Introducing first, fighting out of the blue | |
| corner... standing 5 feet tall, weighing in at 101 pounds, with | |
| a fiery spirit and a fearless attitude, it's the multi-talented | |
| singer, actress, and performer from the Strikeforce Stable� | |
| SABRINA �THE STORM� CARPENTER!!!� | |
| Sabrina Carpenter steps into the pit with a confident grin, her | |
| eyes locked on the competition. The crowd goes wild as she | |
| waves, ready to take on the challenge. | |
| Bruce Buffer: �And now� her opponent, fighting out of the red | |
| corner� standing 5 feet 3 inches tall, weighing in at 105 | |
| pounds, with the heart of a warrior and the tenacity of a | |
| lioness, � FRANCESCA �THE BARBIE KILLR� CAPALDI!!!� | |
| Francesca Capaldi enters the pit with fierce determination, her | |
| red hair shining under the lights as she prepares for battle. | |
| The crowd�s energy is palpable as they brace for an epic | |
| encounter. | |
| Bruce Buffer: �Ladiessss and gentlemennnn... Are you | |
| readdddyyyy?!! Then LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEE!!!� | |
| Bruce Buffer: �But first� your referee for tonight�s bout� none | |
| other than the graceful yet formidable, Academy Award-winning | |
| actress, with the strength and poise of a seasoned fighter�give | |
| it up for� KATE WINSLET!!!� | |
| Kate Winslet steps confidently into the oil wrestling pit, her | |
| presence commanding respect as she adjusts her referee stripes. | |
| With a cool, calm authority, she signals to both competitors, | |
| ready to oversee the action and ensure a fair fight. The crowd | |
| cheers, knowing they�re in for an unforgettable showdown under | |
| her watchful eye. | |
| The bell rings, signaling the start of the match as the two | |
| competitors prepare to face off in the slippery chaos of the oil | |
| wrestling pit. | |
| Round 1: | |
| The tension in the air is thick as Demi Lovato's thighs as the | |
| bell rings to start the first round. Sabrina Carpenter and | |
| Francesca Capaldi circle each other cautiously, each looking for | |
| an opening. The crowd's roar fades into a dull buzz as the | |
| competitors focus intently on each other. | |
| Francesca, still seething from the weigh-in incident, lunges at | |
| Sabrina with a fierce determination. She manages to wrap her | |
| strong arms around Sabrina in a crushing bear hug. Sabrina's | |
| eyes widen in shock as she feels Francesca's surprising | |
| strength. The redhead�s muscles bulge, and Sabrina's petite | |
| frame is squeezed mercilessly. | |
| �You think you're so f^cking funny, Carpenter!� Francesca hisses | |
| through gritted teeth, tightening her grip. �How's this feel you | |
| little b!tch?� | |
| Sabrina's face contorts in pain, but she quickly realizes she | |
| needs to act fast. Summoning her agility and cunning, she brings | |
| her knee up sharply, striking Francesca in the crotch. The | |
| sudden and unexpected pain forces Francesca to release her hold | |
| with a gasp, stumbling backward. | |
| Taking advantage of the moment, Sabrina grabs a handful of | |
| Francesca's fiery red hair and yanks her forward, executing a | |
| perfect hair mare. Francesca is sent flying off her feet, | |
| crashing hard into the pit wall. The impact leaves her | |
| momentarily dazed, giving Sabrina the opportunity to pounce. | |
| Sabrina quickly mounts Francesca, spinning around to face her | |
| feet. She grabs both of Francesca's legs and pulls them back, | |
| tucking them securely under her arms. With a smirk, Sabrina sits | |
| back, applying a reverse face sit pin. The crowd roars with | |
| approval as Sabrina bounces her small, tight ass on Francesca's | |
| face, adding insult to injury. | |
| �How�s that for you, Red?!� Sabrina taunts, relishing her | |
| dominant position. | |
| Francesca, blinded by rage and humiliation, struggles to free | |
| herself, but Sabrina's position and leverage are too much for | |
| her and Kate makes a 3 count. Sabrina finally releases the hold, | |
| hopping off Francesca oil smeared face with a satisfied grin. | |
| Francesca scrambles to her feet, her face flushed with anger. | |
| She charges at Sabrina, but the nimble blonde easily evades her, | |
| using quick slaps and hair pulls to keep Francesca off balance. | |
| Francesca is caught off guard again and again, her frustration | |
| mounting with each failed attempt to grab hold of Sabrina. | |
| �You�re too fat and too slow, Fran!� Sabrina taunts, dodging | |
| another wild swing from Francesca. | |
| Seizing an opening, Sabrina slips behind Francesca and locks her | |
| small, but powerful legs around Francesca�s waist, securing a | |
| tight body scissors. Francesca�s eyes widen as the pressure | |
| builds, the pain in her midsection intensifying. | |
| �Give it up, sl&t,� Sabrina whispers menacingly in Francesca�s | |
| ear. �Come on, is that your ribs I hear cracking?� | |
| Francesca grits her teeth, refusing to give in despite the | |
| searing pain. But Sabrina isn�t done. She reaches her hands | |
| around and cups them over Francesca's ample breasts, adding a | |
| humiliating twist to the hold. Sabrina starts pulling the full | |
| round orbs to the sides, causing Francesca to let out a pained | |
| gasp. | |
| At first, Francesca manages to hold on, but Sabrina expertly | |
| latches onto Francesca�s nipples, twisting and pulling them with | |
| cruel precision. The added agony and the relentless pressure of | |
| Sabrina�s thighs digging into her sides and Sabrina's nails | |
| become too much for Francesca to bear. | |
| �STOP! STOP! Ref, make her stop!!!� Francesca screams in | |
| desperation. | |
| Kate, taken back by the intense violence, intervenes, prying | |
| Sabrina off Francesca. But before stepping away, Sabrina drives | |
| the ball of her foot deep into Francesca's gut, causing the | |
| redhead to double over in pain as the bell sounds, signaling the | |
| end of the round. | |
| Sabrina saunters back to her corner, a victorious grin on her | |
| face. �Better get used to this, Franny,� she calls out, her | |
| voice dripping with mockery. �It�s going to be a long night for | |
| you.� | |
| Francesca lies on the pit floor, clutching her sides and rubbing | |
| her sore breasts, trying to recover from the brutal round. She | |
| looks up at Sabrina, her eyes burning with a mixture of pain and | |
| fury. It�s clear that this match is far from over, and both | |
| women are prepared to give it their all in the rounds to come. | |
| With that, the first round mercifully concludes, both women | |
| glaring daggers at each other as they are led off the stage. The | |
| fans are left buzzing with anticipation, knowing that the fight | |
| ahead is going to be intense and personal. The stage is set for | |
| an explosive match, with both Sabrina and Francesca ready to | |
| leave it all in the pit. | |
| Round 2: | |
| The bell rings for the second round, and Francesca Capaldi | |
| charges out of her corner like a woman possessed. The sting of | |
| her defeat in the first round fuels her fury. She moves with a | |
| newfound determination, her eyes locked onto thee pesky petite | |
| blonde. | |
| Sabrina, however, remains unfazed. With her quick reflexes and | |
| agile movements, she easily eludes Francesca�s aggressive | |
| advances. Every time Francesca gets close, Sabrina slips away, | |
| delivering stinging slaps to Francesca's face, breasts, and the | |
| back of her head. | |
| �Come on, Frizzy, this is supposed to be a fight. You're | |
| supposed to be good at this,� Sabrina taunts, her voice dripping | |
| with sarcasm. | |
| Francesca�s frustration mounts. She starts taking reckless | |
| chances, swinging wildly in an attempt to land a punch. Kate | |
| Winslet steps in, halting the fight to give Francesca a stern | |
| warning about the illegal strikes. Francesca�s face is a mask of | |
| rage and embarrassment as she listens, her chest heaving with | |
| angry breaths. | |
| As the referee steps back, signaling the match to continue, | |
| Sabrina seizes the moment. She swiftly sweeps Francesca�s legs | |
| out from under her, causing the redhead to crash to the oily | |
| mat. Without missing a beat, Sabrina drops a knee hard into | |
| Francesca's belly, driving the air from her lungs with a gasp. | |
| Sabrina grabs Francesca's left leg, twisting it as she spins | |
| around and locks in a tight figure-four leg lock. Despite the | |
| slippery oil, Sabrina�s grip is firm, and the pressure builds in | |
| Francesca's knee. Francesca�s breaths come in ragged gasps as | |
| the pain becomes unbearable. She tries to hold out, but the | |
| agony is too much. With a cry of desperation, she repeatedly | |
| taps out. | |
| �I�m sorry, Capaldi, did that hurt?� Sabrina chuckles as | |
| Francesca's red face contorts in pain and frustration. Sabrina | |
| gives one last squeeze then releases the hold and stands, | |
| watching with a satisfied smirk as Francesca struggles to her | |
| feet. | |
| Determined not to let Sabrina have the upper hand, Francesca | |
| finally manages to get Sabrina in a bear hug. She squeezes with | |
| all her might, grinning triumphantly. �Got you now, you little | |
| ****,� she snarls. | |
| But her victory is short-lived. Sabrina, ever the cunning | |
| fighter, cups her hands and boxes Francesca's ears. The redhead | |
| lets out a low moan, her grip loosening as she slides down | |
| Sabrina�s chest. | |
| Sabrina capitalizes on the moment, grabbing Francesca's head and | |
| trapping her in a standing head scissors. She pulls up on | |
| Francesca�s arms, stretching them painfully. Francesca tries to | |
| tap out, but her hands are immobilized, and her verbal pleas are | |
| muffled. | |
| �What�s that, sweetie? Did you say something?� Sabrina mocks, | |
| twisting Francesca�s wrists outward and pulling up harder, | |
| causing Francesca to cry out in pain. Sabrina�s thighs crush | |
| Francesca�s head, and her taunts only add to the humiliation. | |
| Finally, Francesca manages to scream out the words, �I QUIT!� | |
| The referee rushes in to untangle Sabrina�s hold. Francesca | |
| collapses face down n a pool of oil at Sabrina�s feet, her body | |
| trembling with pain and exhaustion. | |
| Sabrina leans down, her face inches from Francesca�s. �Oh, come | |
| on, honey, we�re just getting started, and you�re already about | |
| to cry and go home,� she sneers. | |
| In a final act of defiance, Francesca backhands the smirking | |
| blonde. The slap echoes through the arena, drawing gasps from | |
| the audience. Sabrina�s head snaps to the side, and she | |
| straightens, a dangerous gleam in her eye. | |
| The rest of the round sees Sabrina torturing Francesca with a | |
| variety of holds. Sabrina locks Francesca in a camel clutch, | |
| wrenching back on her neck and spine but Francesca somehow | |
| manages to slip her head out. | |
| Sabrina gets behind the redhead and wraps her short but strong | |
| legs around Francesca. The blonde locks on a body triangle | |
| tucking her foot under her knee. Francesca's corner are urging | |
| her to hold on and with 20 seconds left she struggles but it | |
| looks like she will make the bell. | |
| Sabrina glances over and checks thee time. �Twenty seconds left, | |
| red. Do you think you can hold on?� Francesca�s screams fill | |
| the arena as Sabrina puts on the squeeze. The seconds tick away | |
| but Sabrina shows no mercy as hr grip tightens. �Ten seconds, | |
| sweetie, you're going to make it.� Sabrina chuckles then lifts | |
| her hips and rolls her body to the side adding even more | |
| pressure. | |
| �Stop! Stop! Make her Stop! Francesca taps out with just 2 | |
| seconds left. Sabrina uncoils her legs then kicks Francesca in | |
| the back sending her sliding to the middle of the pit. | |
| Th bell sounds and Sabrina walks over Francesca as she heads to | |
| her corner. Th blonde sits on the rail while sipping on some | |
| cool water while The Wannabee corner are frantically trying to | |
| get Francesca ready for the final round. | |
| With a 5-0 lead it Sabrina's fight and Francesca needs a miracle | |
| comeback. | |
| Round 3: | |
| Francesca may b down but she isn't about to give in the the | |
| smart ass little blonde. She shakes her arms and steadies | |
| herself looking calm and composed for the first time in the | |
| fight. She slowly stalks Sabrina down cutting off the pit until | |
| she has her cornered. | |
| Francesca reaches out and locks Sabrina in a tight bear hug then | |
| slips her leg behind thee blondes calf and barrels forward but | |
| before the hit the mat Sabrina twists her body and when they | |
| come crashing down Sabrina lands on top. | |
| Sabrina rolls Francesca on her back then transitions to a Boston | |
| crab, bending Francesca�s body backward in a painful arc. | |
| Francesca claws at the mat, her face twisted in agony. | |
| �Is this the best you�ve got?� Sabrina taunts, releasing the | |
| hold only to trap Francesca in an armbar. Francesca�s cries grow | |
| more desperate as Sabrina applies pressure, bending her arm at | |
| an unnatural angle. | |
| �Just give up already, Red,� Sabrina says, her voice cold and | |
| merciless. | |
| Francesca refuses to surrender, but the pain is overwhelming. | |
| Sabrina switches to a surfboard hold, stretching Francesca�s | |
| arms and legs to their limits. Francesca�s screams are hoarse, | |
| her body shaking with the effort to endure. Finally Francesca | |
| beaks down and taps out. | |
| Sabrina stands, victorious and unscathed, while Francesca lies | |
| on the mat, a defeated and completely broken figure. Sabrina | |
| raises her arms in triumph, basking in the crowd�s adulation. | |
| �Are we done? Had enough, Red.� Sabrina playfully pokes her | |
| toes on Francesca's breasts making Kate pull her back to her | |
| corner. | |
| �I'm calling this Capaldi unless you start fighting back.� | |
| Francesca gets to her feet and tries to shove Kate but the | |
| giant blonde only slides back an inch. | |
| �I'll take that as a no.� | |
| Sabrina Carpenter is ready to put an exclamation mark on her | |
| dominant performance. Francesca Capaldi, on the other hand, is | |
| barely able to get to her feet, her body battered and bruised | |
| from the relentless assault she's endured so far. | |
| Sabrina wastes no time, immediately closing the distance between | |
| them. She feints a slap, causing Francesca to flinch, then | |
| swiftly sweeps Francesca's legs out from under her. The redhead | |
| crashes to the oily mat with a groan, her body too weak to | |
| resist. | |
| With predatory grace, Sabrina straddles Francesca�s chest, | |
| pinning her arms beneath her knees in a schoolgirl pin. | |
| Francesca struggles feebly, but Sabrina�s weight keeps her | |
| firmly in place. Sabrina looks down at her opponent with a | |
| smirk, enjoying the power she holds over her. | |
| �Look at you, Red,� Sabrina taunts. �You thought you could beat | |
| me? How pathetic.� | |
| Sabrina slowly lowers herself onto Francesca's face, using her | |
| small, tight ass to smother her. Francesca�s muffled cries are | |
| barely audible as she thrashes underneath Sabrina, desperate for | |
| air. Sabrina bounces slightly, increasing the pressure and | |
| cutting off Francesca�s oxygen. The redhead's struggles weaken, | |
| her body going limp as she taps out frantically against the mat. | |
| �Submission!� the referee calls, stepping in to pull Sabrina | |
| off. Sabrina stands, raising her arms in victory while Francesca | |
| lies gasping for breath. | |
| �That�s 6-0,� Sabrina announces to the crowd, a satisfied grin | |
| on her face. �Who�s the queen of the oil pit now?� | |
| Francesca, barely able to move, tries to crawl away, but Sabrina | |
| isn�t finished yet. She grabs Francesca by the ankle, dragging | |
| her back to the center of the pit. Francesca�s body slides | |
| easily across the oil-slicked surface, her resistance futile. | |
| Sabrina locks eyes with Francesca, a cold determination in her | |
| gaze. �Time to finish this.� | |
| She sits down on Francesca's lower back, pulling Francesca�s | |
| legs up and tucking them under her arms. Francesca�s eyes widen | |
| in horror as she realizes what�s coming. Sabrina spreads | |
| Francesca�s legs apart in a painful leg spread, stretching her | |
| muscles to their limits. Francesca screams in agony, her cries | |
| echoing through the arena. | |
| �Give up, Francesca. You�re done,� Sabrina demands, increasing | |
| the pressure. | |
| Francesca�s hands claw at the mat, her face contorted in pain. | |
| She has no choice but to tap out, her hand slapping weakly | |
| against the oily surface. �I submit! I submit!� | |
| �Submission!� the referee confirms, rushing in to separate them. | |
| Sabrina stands, triumphant, while Francesca lies on the mat, her | |
| body wracked with pain. | |
| The scoreboard now reads 7-0 in favor of Sabrina Carpenter. The | |
| petite blonde stands tall, barely breaking a sweat, while | |
| Francesca Capaldi is a broken, bruised mess. Sabrina�s | |
| domination is complete, her victory undeniable. | |
| Sabrina looks down at Francesca, a satisfied smile on her face. | |
| �Are you OK hun? Looks like you are about to cry. Come on now, | |
| it's not all that bad, is it?� | |
| Francesca mumbles incoherently, her body too battered to | |
| respond. Sabrina isn�t done yet, though. She grabs Francesca by | |
| the hair, hauling her to her feet. Francesca�s legs tremble, | |
| barely able to support her weight. | |
| Sabrina knees down next to Francesca. She grabs the back of her | |
| left wrist, spreads the fingers on her right hand and slowly but | |
| methodically places them on Francesca's belly. Sabrina's | |
| fingers bury themselves into Francesca's alabaster skin her | |
| finger digging deep and kneading the taught flesh. At first | |
| Francesca holds on but Sabrina leans in and Francesca taps out. | |
| It's now 8-0 and Kate steps in and has seen enough and goes to | |
| wave off the fight but Francesca jumps up onto Sabrina's back | |
| and raps her legs around her waist. Kate backs away as Sabrina | |
| reaches back and latches onto Francesca's red mane, pulls | |
| forward while bending at the hip tossing Francesca over her | |
| shoulder and onto her back. | |
| With time running out, Sabrina stands over Francesca and turns | |
| to thee crowd. �How should we end this?� | |
| Audience members scream out hold from ;eg spreads to face sits | |
| but once they get a �We want ****� chant going Sabrina has no | |
| other choice. | |
| Sabrina leans down, slips two fingers under Francesca's top | |
| they rips it clean off exposing her bruised and battered chest. | |
| She holds the top up triumphantly. �MINE!� she declares, waving | |
| it for the audience to see. The crowd erupts in cheers and | |
| applause, celebrating Sabrina�s dominant performance. | |
| Francesca is pulled to her knees and sway back and forth her | |
| breasts heaving on her chest as she breathes in and out. She has | |
| been completely humiliated and defeated, her breasts swinging | |
| freely and head hanging low. Sabrina shoves her back down to the | |
| mat, her dominance clear. | |
| �Remember this, Red,� Sabrina says, her voice cold and | |
| merciless. �You thought you could beat me, but I�ve proven you | |
| wrong. You�re nothing compared to me.� | |
| As the final bell rings, Sabrina raises her arms in victory once | |
| more. Francesca lies on the mat, a beaten and broken mess. The | |
| match is over, and the result is clear: Sabrina Carpenter is the | |
| undisputed queen of the oil pit. | |
| Sabrina�s dominance and skill have left no doubt in anyone�s | |
| mind. She has not only won the match but has also crushed | |
| Francesca�s spirit, broken her both mentally and physically. The | |
| redhead�s bruised and battered body is a testament to Sabrina�s | |
| superiority. | |
| As the crowd continues to cheer, Sabrina walks over to Francesca | |
| one last time. She looks down at her defeated opponent with a | |
| smirk. �See you never, loser.� | |
| With that, Sabrina turns and struts out of the pit, her victory | |
| complete. Francesca is left lying in the oil, her body and | |
| spirit broken. Sabrina�s performance has been an ass-kicking of | |
| epic proportions, and it�s clear that she is not someone to be | |
| underestimated. | |
| The match ends with Sabrina as the clear victor, her dominance | |
| and skill on full display. Francesca�s defeat is total, her body | |
| and spirit shattered by the petite but formidable blonde. | |
| Sabrina Carpenter has proven herself as the petite queen of the | |
| oil pit, leaving no doubt in anyone�s mind about her superiority | |
| over Francesca. | |
| Post Fight Interview:[/font] | |
| [font=times new roman]Joe Rogan steps into the pit, microphone | |
| in hand, to congratulate Sabrina on her victory. �Ladies and | |
| gentlemen, let�s give it up for Sabrina Carpenter, our | |
| undisputed queen of the oil pit!� | |
| The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as Sabrina stands tall, | |
| basking in her victory. Francesca, on the other hand, is forced | |
| to sit at Sabrina�s feet in the oil, her head hanging low in | |
| shame. | |
| Joe turns to Sabrina, a smile on his face. �Sabrina, that was an | |
| incredible performance. Who do you want to face next?� | |
| Sabrina looks down at Francesca, a smirk playing on her lips. | |
| �Well, Joe, while Francesca here might be a world-class boxer, | |
| she sucks ass at oil wrestling.� She grabs Francesca�s hair and | |
| makes her nod in agreement, her voice filled with condescension. | |
| �Isn�t that right, sweetie?� | |
| Francesca, utterly humiliated, nods her head, tears streaming | |
| down her cheeks. | |
| Sabrina then looks up, her eyes gleaming with a new challenge. | |
| �You know, Joe, Dove Cameron thinks she�s pretty good in the | |
| oil. I think I�d like to make her cry like the little **** that | |
| she is. And you know what? Francesca here could be in my corner, | |
| wiping the oil off my feet. Isn�t that right, Fran?� | |
| Francesca, completely broken and submissive, nods again, her | |
| naked body trembling with humiliation. | |
| The crowd roars with approval, and Joe Rogan raises Sabrina�s | |
| arm in victory. �There you have it, folks! Sabrina Carpenter, | |
| our queen of the oil pit, has spoken!� | |
| Sabrina, enjoying every moment of her victory, looks down at | |
| Francesca one last time. �Remember this, Fran. You�re nothing | |
| compared to me. You�re my **** now, and you�ll do whatever I | |
| say.� | |
| Francesca, her spirit completely shattered, just sits there in | |
| the oil, knowing that Sabrina�s words are true. Sabrina | |
| Carpenter has not only won the match but has also crushed | |
| Francesca�s spirit, leaving no doubt in anyone�s mind about her | |
| dominance. | |
| As Sabrina leaves the pit, the crowd continues to cheer, | |
| celebrating her victory. Francesca remains on the mat, a naked, | |
| beaten and humiliated mess, knowing that she will never forget | |
| this night and the crushing defeat she has suffered at the hands | |
| of Sabrina Carpenter. | |
| Written by Th Badass Barbies.[/font] | |
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