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| wannabees and aries wildcats brawl | |
| By: awesome aries Date: March 9, 2025, 1:35 pm | |
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| The Brawl | |
| Katharine McPhee vs Jayden Bartels | |
| The heavy lock on the doors sealed the room, and with it, the | |
| fates of the eighteen women on either side. Katharine McPhee�s | |
| slap to Jayden Bartels had been the spark, but the explosion | |
| came with Jayden�s gasp for air, clutching her stomach as she | |
| staggered back. | |
| �You�re going to regret that, you ancient hag!� Jayden growled, | |
| charging forward. She grabbed Katharine by the hair and yanked | |
| viciously, trying to bend her rival�s head back. Katharine, | |
| seasoned and unshaken, drove the point of her elbow into | |
| Jayden�s ribs, eliciting a sharp cry before spinning her around | |
| and throwing her to the ground. The impact echoed through the | |
| ballroom, silencing everyone for a heartbeat. Then chaos | |
| erupted. | |
| Dakota Fanning vs. Elle Fanning | |
| The sisters were the first to clash, as though drawn together by | |
| some invisible force. Dakota�s lips curled into a sneer. | |
| �Finally, I get to put you in your place,� she said, her voice | |
| cold and biting. | |
| Elle�s eyes flashed with fury. �You�ve been jealous of me for | |
| years. Let�s settle it.� | |
| Elle swung first, a wild slap aimed at Dakota�s cheek, but | |
| Dakota ducked under it, grabbing her younger sister by the waist | |
| and slamming her into the wall. Elle groaned in pain, but Dakota | |
| didn�t relent, pinning her with a forearm across her throat. | |
| Elle clawed at Dakota�s arm, her nails raking red lines into her | |
| sister�s skin. With a growl, Elle drove her knee up into | |
| Dakota�s stomach, forcing her to stumble back. Elle seized the | |
| opening, grabbing Dakota by the hair and throwing her to the | |
| floor. She followed up with a stomp to Dakota�s midsection, | |
| earning a pained cry. | |
| Ariana Grande vs. Jenna Ortega | |
| Meanwhile, Ariana Grande and Jenna Ortega circled each other. | |
| Ariana�s movements were quick and precise, a result of her dance | |
| training, while Jenna�s stance was steady and calculating, honed | |
| by her recent action roles. | |
| �You�re not as tough as you act,� Ariana taunted, throwing a | |
| quick jab that grazed Jenna�s cheek. Jenna�s response was | |
| swift�a hook to Ariana�s left breast that made her wince. | |
| Ariana�s speed came into play as she ducked under Jenna�s next | |
| punch, sweeping her legs out from under her. Jenna hit the | |
| ground hard but rolled away before Ariana could follow up, | |
| springing to her feet. Jenna lunged, tackling Ariana and pinning | |
| her to the floor. Ariana bucked and twisted, managing to free | |
| herself, but Jenna�s strength was beginning to show as she kept | |
| the Awesome Aries pinned beneath her. | |
| Chloe Grace Moretz vs. Genevieve Hannelius | |
| Chloe and Genevieve locked eyes across the room and wasted no | |
| time. Genevieve was the first to strike, leaping at Chloe with a | |
| flying tackle. Chloe barely managed to stay on her feet, | |
| gritting her teeth as Genevieve�s momentum forced her back. | |
| �You�re out of your league,� Chloe snarled, delivering a hard | |
| punch to Genevieve�s ribs. Genevieve grunted but countered with | |
| a headbutt that left Chloe momentarily dazed. Seizing the | |
| advantage, Genevieve grabbed Chloe by the hair and yanked her | |
| head down, driving her knee deep into Chloe�s stomach. | |
| Chloe�s knees buckled, but she caught herself, using the | |
| momentum to slam her shoulder into Genevieve�s midsection, | |
| sending them both crashing to the floor. They rolled, pulling | |
| hair, trading blows, each trying to gain the upper hand. | |
| Debby Ryan vs. Brec Bassinger | |
| Debby Ryan, with her background in boxing, squared off against | |
| the spirited Brec Bassinger. Brec came in fast, throwing a | |
| flurry of punches that Debby blocked with practiced ease. | |
| �You�ll have to do better than that,� Debby said, smirking as | |
| she countered with a hard jab that snapped Brec�s head back. The | |
| younger woman staggered but recovered quickly, ducking under | |
| Debby�s next punch and driving her shoulder into Debby�s | |
| stomach. | |
| Debby stumbled but didn�t fall, instead grabbing Brec by the | |
| shoulders and shoving her back. Brec retaliated with a wild | |
| swing that caught Debby on the cheek, leaving a red mark. | |
| Enraged, Debby threw a powerful uppercut that connected with | |
| Brec�s jaw, sending her sprawling to the floor. | |
| Miranda Cosgrove vs. Cree Cicchino | |
| Miranda and Cree�s fight was a whirlwind of energy, with Cree�s | |
| dynamic movements keeping Miranda on the defensive. | |
| �You�re too slow,� Cree taunted, ducking under one of Miranda�s | |
| punches and delivering a sharp kick to her shin. Miranda hissed | |
| in pain but didn�t back down, retaliating with a slap that | |
| echoed through the room. | |
| Cree�s grin faltered as Miranda grabbed her by the hair, yanking | |
| her head back before delivering a knee to her stomach. Cree | |
| gasped but managed to twist free, delivering a spinning kick | |
| that caught Miranda on the shoulder, sending her stumbling. | |
| Katherine McNamara vs. Sadie Sink | |
| Katherine and Sadie wasted no time, their clash marked by raw | |
| intensity. Katherine�s combat training gave her an edge, but | |
| Sadie�s resilience was impossible to ignore. | |
| Katherine landed the first blow, a sharp punch to the pit of | |
| Sadie�s stomach that doubled her over. She followed up with a | |
| knee to Sadie�s chest, sending her sprawling. But Sadie wasn�t | |
| done. She grabbed Katherine�s ankle, yanking her off balance and | |
| sending her crashing to the floor. | |
| Sadie climbed on top, raining down punches, but Katherine�s | |
| training kicked in. She caught Sadie�s wrist, twisting it | |
| painfully before flipping their positions. Now on top, Katherine | |
| pinned Sadie�s arms to the floor, her dominance clear. | |
| Mallory James Mahoney vs. Mackenzie Ziegler | |
| Mallory and Mackenzie�s fight was a display of agility and | |
| precision. Mackenzie�s dance-trained legs were her primary | |
| weapon, delivering a series of kicks that Mallory struggled to | |
| avoid. | |
| �You think you�re tough?� Mackenzie sneered, landing a kick to | |
| Mallory�s side that left a bruise. But Mallory wasn�t | |
| intimidated. She caught Mackenzie�s leg mid-kick, twisting it | |
| and sending her opponent to the floor. | |
| Mallory pounced, pinning Mackenzie�s arms and delivering a | |
| violent slap that left Mackenzie�s cheek red. But Mackenzie | |
| wasn�t out yet. She bucked her hips, throwing Mallory off and | |
| scrambling to her feet, ready to continue. | |
| Lauren Donzis vs. Maddie Ziegler | |
| Lauren circled Maddie cautiously, her jaw clenched as she | |
| studied her opponent. Maddie, her dancer�s grace evident in | |
| every movement, smirked as she feinted forward, causing Lauren | |
| to flinch. �Scared already?� Maddie taunted. | |
| Lauren snarled in response, lunging forward with a sudden burst | |
| of aggression. Maddie sidestepped and delivered a spinning kick | |
| to Lauren�s midsection, sending her stumbling back. Lauren | |
| regrouped quickly, tackling Maddie to the floor. The two rolled | |
| across the carpet in a tight catball, hair-pulling and trading | |
| sharp slaps. Maddie used her legs to trap Lauren in a scissor | |
| hold, squeezing mercilessly as Lauren clawed at her thighs, | |
| desperate to escape. With a pained grunt, Lauren finally managed | |
| to twist free, retaliating with a brutal punch to Maddie�s ribs. | |
| The fight raged on, both women leaving everything on the floor. | |
| Maddie�s precision and stamina quickly took over and proved too | |
| much. Pinning Lauren beneath her, Maddie forced her opponent on | |
| her back and lowered her breasts onto Lauren's face suffocating | |
| her with a humiliating breast smother. Lauren, unable to break | |
| free starting kicking her legs wildly as she gasped for air. As | |
| Lauren's movement began to subside, Maddie lifted her breast up | |
| breaking the tight seal letting Lauren gasp in some breaths. | |
| Meg Donnelly vs. Anna Cathcart | |
| Meg and Anna squared off in a corner of the room, the stark | |
| contrast between Meg�s confidence and Anna�s nervous energy | |
| creating an intriguing dynamic. �Give up before you get hurt?� | |
| Meg taunted, cracking her knuckles. | |
| Anna bit her lip but didn�t back down. She darted forward, | |
| landing a quick jab to Meg�s shoulder before retreating out of | |
| reach. Meg chuckled darkly, unimpressed. She lunged, grabbing | |
| Anna by the arm and spinning her into a wall. The impact left | |
| Anna dazed, and Meg capitalized, slamming her knee into Anna�s | |
| stomach. | |
| Anna fought back valiantly, landing a solid punch to Meg�s cheek | |
| that left the older woman momentarily stunned. But Meg�s | |
| experience and physicality soon overwhelmed Anna. A powerful | |
| body slam to the floor left Anna sprawled and dazed, clutching | |
| her aching ribs as Meg stood over her then stomped her foot into | |
| Anna's gut. | |
| Ashley Benson vs. Madison Pettis | |
| Ashley and Madison wasted no time, locking up in a fierce | |
| grapple that showcased their raw strength. Madison�s fiery | |
| determination was evident as she pushed Ashley back, but the | |
| older woman�s experience gave her the edge as she planted her | |
| foot into the floor. | |
| Breaking free from Madison�s grip, Ashley delivered a series of | |
| punishing punches to her opponent�s midsection, each blow | |
| forcing a grunt of pain from Madison. Refusing to back down, | |
| Madison retaliated with a brutal uppercut that snapped Ashley�s | |
| head back. The two traded vicious blows, neither willing to give | |
| an inch. | |
| Ashley�s superior strength immediately became apparent. A | |
| powerful clothesline sent Madison crashing to the ground, and | |
| Ashley quickly followed up, straddling her opponent and raining | |
| down punches. Madison, her face starting to swell and blood | |
| flowing from her nose, managed to roll until she was face down | |
| while Ashley pushed on the back of her head. | |
| Jodie Sweetin vs. Darci Lynne Farmer | |
| Jodie approached Darci with a mix of caution and confidence, the | |
| age difference between them creating an intriguing dynamic. | |
| Darci, smaller but scrappy, darted around Jodie, landing quick | |
| jabs and slaps that kept the older woman on edge. | |
| �Stay still, you little brat,� Jodie growled, lunging forward | |
| and catching Darci in a bear hug. She squeezed tightly, lifting | |
| the younger woman off the ground as Darci squirmed and kicked in | |
| protest. Desperate, Darci raked her nails across Jodie�s face, | |
| forcing her to let go with a curse. | |
| The fight continued with Darci using her agility to evade | |
| Jodie�s powerful strikes, landing hits of her own whenever she | |
| saw an opening. But Jodie�s strength took over as she grabbed | |
| Darci and threw hr against a wall, she delivered a flurry of | |
| punches that left the younger woman slumped and fading. | |
| Kiernan Shipka vs. Julianna Grace LeBlanc (Annie LeBlanc) | |
| Kiernan and Annie circled each other, their eyes locked in a | |
| battle of wills. Kiernan struck first, her movements swift and | |
| precise as she landed a series of quick punches to Annie�s | |
| torso. Annie grunted but retaliated with a high kick that caught | |
| Kiernan off guard, sending her stumbling back. | |
| �Not bad,� Kiernan admitted, wiping blood from her lip. She | |
| charged forward, tackling Annie to the ground. The two rolled | |
| across the floor, their limbs tangled as they fought for | |
| dominance. Annie managed to flip Kiernan onto her back, pinning | |
| her momentarily, but Kiernan�s determination and skill shone | |
| through. She twisted free and locked Annie in a crushing | |
| headlock. | |
| Annie squirmed but the headlock was tight as Kierman rag dolled | |
| Annie around the room. | |
| Lily Collins vs. Olivia Haschak | |
| Lily and Olivia�s fight was a battle of contrasts�Lily�s | |
| elegance and poise against Olivia�s raw strength and resilience. | |
| Olivia struck first, landing a powerful punch to Lily�s stomach | |
| that left her gasping. But Lily quickly recovered, dodging | |
| Olivia�s next attack and delivering a sharp kick to her | |
| opponent�s thigh. | |
| The fight was evenly matched, with both women landing | |
| significant blows. Olivia used her size to her advantage, | |
| cornering Lily and raining down punches. But Lily�s agility | |
| allowed her to escape, and she countered with a spinning kick | |
| that caught Olivia square in the jaw. | |
| Skai Jackson vs. Francesca Capaldi | |
| Skai and Francesca wasted no time, their animosity evident as | |
| they lunged at each other. Francesca�s fiery personality was on | |
| full display as she pulled Skai�s hair and slapped her | |
| viciously. Skai responded with a punch to Francesca�s nose, | |
| drawing a trickle of blood. | |
| The two rolled across the floor in a wild catball, their screams | |
| and curses filling the room. Skai managed to gain the upper | |
| hand, pinning Francesca beneath her and delivering a series of | |
| sharp slaps to her face. Francesca clawed at Skai�s arms, but | |
| her resistance was futile. | |
| Francesca managed to buck her hips and threw Skai off to the | |
| side. | |
| Chandler Kinney vs. Olivia Sanabia | |
| Chandler and Olivia squared off, their determination evident as | |
| they circled each other. Chandler struck first, her athleticism | |
| on full display as she landed a high kick to Olivia�s shoulder. | |
| Olivia grunted but retaliated with a punch to Chandler�s ribs. | |
| The fight was fast-paced and intense, with both women trading | |
| blows and grappling for dominance. Olivia managed to trap | |
| Chandler in a corner, landing a series of punches that left her | |
| opponent dazed. But Chandler rallied, using her legs to sweep | |
| Olivia off her feet. | |
| Laura Marano vs. Madisyn Shipman | |
| Laura and Madisyn�s fight was a clash of grit and physicality. | |
| Laura�s determination was evident as she charged at Madisyn, | |
| tackling her to the ground. The two rolled across the floor, | |
| trading punches and slaps. | |
| Madisyn managed to pin Laura briefly, landing several punches to | |
| her opponent�s breasts and stomach. But Laura�s resilience shone | |
| through as she broke free, delivering a powerful punch to | |
| Madisyn�s jaw that left her reeling. | |
| Laura was on her in a flash landing a brutal series of body | |
| punches that knocked the air from Madisyn. Laura landed two | |
| solid kicks to the thigh then launches a spinning back kick but | |
| Madisyn leaned back and landed a punch to Laura's jaw and the | |
| Aries Featherweight went down in a tangled mess of arms and | |
| legs. | |
| Bailee Madison vs. Sierra Haschak | |
| Bailee and Sierra�s fight was a showcase of skill and energy. | |
| Sierra�s youthful enthusiasm was evident as she darted around | |
| Bailee, landing quick jabs and kicks. But Bailee�s experience | |
| and conditioning gave her the edge. | |
| Catching Sierra mid-dash, Bailee delivered a punishing knee to | |
| her stomach, followed by a sharp elbow to the her back of her | |
| head. Sierra grunted in pain but refused to back down, | |
| countering with a high kick that grazed Bailee�s cheek. | |
| The fight ended with Bailee locking Sierra in a crushing body | |
| scissors, forcing the younger woman to tap out. | |
| Katharine McPhee vs. Jayden Bartels | |
| The two women collided with ferocity, Jayden�s smaller frame | |
| allowing her to duck under Katharine�s guard and slam a series | |
| of punches into her ribs. Katharine grunted in pain but grabbed | |
| a fistful of Jayden�s hair, yanking her head back violently | |
| before driving her knee into the younger woman�s stomach. Jayden | |
| doubled over, gasping for air, but she clawed at Katharine�s | |
| arms, leaving red streaks on her skin. | |
| �Cheap little brat,� Katharine growled, throwing Jayden to the | |
| mat. | |
| Katharine pounced, straddling Jayden and raining down punches, | |
| her fists connecting with brutal precision. Jayden managed to | |
| block a few strikes, but a hard left opened a cut above her | |
| eyebrow, blood trickling down her face. Refusing to stay down, | |
| Jayden bucked her hips, twisting her body to throw Katharine off | |
| balance. She succeeded, scrambling to her feet as Katharine rose | |
| more slowly, wiping sweat and blood from her brow. | |
| The fight took a savage turn as Jayden, fueled by adrenaline, | |
| charged at Katharine with reckless abandon. She tackled the | |
| older woman, slamming her into the wall before driving her elbow | |
| into Katharine�s jaw. Katharine�s head snapped back, and blood | |
| sprayed from her mouth, staining her teeth. Jayden smelled | |
| victory and swung wildly, landing a punch that sent Katharine | |
| stumbling. | |
| But Katharine wasn�t done. With a roar, she grabbed Jayden by | |
| the throat and shoved her back, slamming her into the wall. | |
| Jayden gasped for air, clawing at Katharine�s wrist as the older | |
| woman delivered a punishing series of body blows each blow | |
| landing with a sickening smack. The younger fighter�s cries of | |
| pain echoed through the room, but she refused to give in. | |
| Summoning every ounce of strength, Jayden drove her knee up, | |
| catching Katharine in the stomach and forcing her to stagger | |
| back. | |
| Both women stood bloodied and battered, their breaths ragged as | |
| they circled each other both already on unsteady legs. | |
| Dakota Fanning vs. Elle Fanning | |
| Dakota rolled away, clutching her stomach, but Elle was | |
| relentless. She pounced, straddling her older sister and landing | |
| vicious slaps to Dakota�s face, her nails leaving fresh | |
| scratches on her already bruised cheeks. Dakota snarled and | |
| managed to grab Elle�s wrists, twisting her body to reverse | |
| their positions. Now on top, Dakota wrapped her hands around | |
| Elle�s throat, squeezing just enough to make her dominance | |
| clear. | |
| Elle�s legs shot up in desperation, her heels digging into | |
| Dakota�s back. With a sudden burst of strength, Elle twisted her | |
| body and flung Dakota off her. The sisters scrambled to their | |
| feet, breathing heavily, their eyes burning with hatred. Dakota | |
| lunged, tackling Elle to the ground once more, but this time | |
| Elle managed to wrap her legs around Dakota�s head in a tight | |
| scissor hold. | |
| Dakota thrashed wildly, her hands clawing at Elle�s thighs as | |
| her face turned red from the pressure. Elle�s legs were steel, | |
| her toned muscles from years of dance and training holding her | |
| sister immobile. �Give up!� Elle hissed through gritted teeth, | |
| tightening her grip. | |
| Dakota�s muffled cries filled the air, but she refused to tap. | |
| �Elle, stop!� Dakota screamed. �You�re going to break my ribs! | |
| Please, let me go!� | |
| Elle�s face twisted in a mix of fury and anguish. �Not until you | |
| admits I�m better!� she shouted. Dakota, stubborn to the end, | |
| shook her head defiantly, her movements growing weaker. �Fuck | |
| you, Elle. I'll never give in to you!� | |
| Moments later, Dakota�s body went limp, her arms falling to her | |
| sides. Elle released her hold, panting heavily as she got to her | |
| knees as she stared down at her unconscious sister lifting her | |
| head until Dakota's eyes fluttered. | |
| �Good! Spat Elle. Let this be a lesson to never mess with me | |
| again.� | |
| Finally, Elle stood, her body trembling. She looked at her | |
| fallen sister and whispered, �I told you I�d win.� But the | |
| victory tasted hollow, the cost of their rivalry etched into | |
| both their bruised and battered faces. | |
| Ariana Grande vs. Jenna Ortega | |
| Ariana twisted beneath Jenna�s weight, her lithe body writhing | |
| to find an escape. With a surge of energy, she brought her knee | |
| up sharply between Jenna�s legs. Jenna howled in pain, and | |
| Ariana used the moment to shove her off, scrambling to her feet. | |
| �You�ll regret that,� Ariana hissed, wiping sweat from her brow. | |
| Jenna was already charging, but Ariana sidestepped her, grabbing | |
| Jenna�s hair and yanking her backward. Jenna cried out as Ariana | |
| slammed her face-first into the ground. Ariana straddled her | |
| back, her hands gripping Jenna�s hair to slam her face against | |
| the floor again, leaving a trickle of blood from her nose. | |
| Jenna, groaning, managed to twist onto her back and kick Ariana | |
| away. Both women stood, breathing hard, their bodies marked with | |
| bruises. Jenna lunged again, aiming for Ariana�s legs, but | |
| Ariana leaped over her and spun behind her opponent. | |
| In a blur of movement, Ariana wrapped her arms around Jenna�s | |
| neck and dragged her to the floor. With a quick maneuver, she | |
| straddled Jenna�s chest, pinning her arms beneath her knees. | |
| Jenna bucked wildly, but Ariana�s thighs held her in place. | |
| Ariana leaned forward, her face inches from Jenna�s. �Give up,� | |
| she demanded, her tone low and commanding. | |
| �Never,� Jenna spat, glaring defiantly. | |
| Ariana smirked. �Fine, have it your way.� She shifted forward, | |
| planting her hips firmly over Jenna�s face, her toned thighs | |
| locking Jenna�s head in place. Jenna thrashed and kicked, | |
| muffled cries escaping beneath Ariana�s weight. | |
| �Submit, Jenna,� Ariana said, grinding her hips slightly to | |
| maintain control. �Or I�ll make this even worse for you.� | |
| Jenna�s movements grew frantic, her oxygen dwindling as her nose | |
| was buried in Ariana's womanhood. The humiliation was | |
| unbearable, but so was the pressure. Finally, Jenna�s struggles | |
| weakened until her arms fell limp at her sides. Ariana stood up | |
| slowly, planting a foot on Jenna�s chest, her hands raised in | |
| victory. | |
| Chloe Grace Moretz vs Genevieve Hannelius | |
| Chloe groaned as Genevieve managed to wrestle her way on top, | |
| pinning Chloe�s arms down with surprising strength. "Face it, | |
| Chloe," Genevieve sneered. "You're not nearly as tough as you | |
| think." | |
| Genevieve drove her fist into Chloe�s face, the impact snapping | |
| Chloe�s head back. Blood gushed from Chloe�s nose, staining her | |
| upper lip red. Genevieve didn�t stop, landing another punch that | |
| split Chloe�s bottom lip. Chloe grimaced in pain, her vision | |
| blurring as Genevieve�s punches rained down. | |
| "Stay down!" Genevieve shouted, her confidence growing as she | |
| leaned in to land another blow. | |
| But something ignited in Chloe. Summoning her strength, she | |
| twisted her hips and bucked violently, dislodging Genevieve and | |
| sending her sprawling onto her side. Chloe wiped the blood from | |
| her face, her expression dark and determined as she got to her | |
| feet. | |
| Genevieve charged at her, fists raised, but Chloe ducked the | |
| wild swing and countered with a devastating right cross. The | |
| punch connected perfectly with Genevieve�s jaw, snapping her | |
| head to the side with a sickening crack. Genevieve�s body | |
| stiffened, her eyes rolling back as she collapsed to the floor | |
| in an unconscious heap. | |
| Chloe stood over her fallen opponent, her chest heaving, blood | |
| dripping from her battered face. "Not so tough now, are you?" | |
| she muttered, wiping her swollen lip with the back of her hand. | |
| She glanced around at the onlookers, defiance in her eyes. | |
| Despite her injuries, Chloe raised a fist in victory, bloodied | |
| but unbroken. The room erupted in cheers as she staggered out of | |
| the fight zone, victorious and proud of her resilience. | |
| Debby Ryan vs. Brec Bassinger | |
| Debby and Brec stood toe to toe in the center of the room, | |
| trading thunderous punches that echoed through the space. | |
| Debby�s seasoned boxing skills showed in her crisp, accurate | |
| strikes, while Brec�s fiery determination drove her relentless | |
| attack. Their punches landed with brutal force�body shots, | |
| hooks, and uppercuts connecting as sweat and spit flew from | |
| their faces. | |
| Brec landed a crushing hook to Debby�s jaw, forcing her to | |
| stumble back. Debby fired back with a vicious right hand to | |
| Brec�s ribs, making her grunt in pain but refuse to back down. | |
| Both fighters were on wobbly legs, their faces swollen and red, | |
| but neither willing to give an inch. | |
| With a fierce growl, Brec threw an uppercut aimed squarely at | |
| Debby�s chest. The blow connected hard, driving into Debby�s | |
| jugs and making her gasp in agony. She clutched her chest for a | |
| moment, only for Brec to follow up with a punishing left-right | |
| combo to her face, snapping Debby�s head back. | |
| Debby staggered but rallied, her eyes blazing with | |
| determination. She unleashed a furious flurry of punches, | |
| alternating between Brec�s head and body. Each blow drove Brec | |
| further back, her guard faltering under the relentless assault. | |
| A crushing right hook sent Brec reeling into the wall, her back | |
| hitting it with a thud. | |
| Seizing her moment, Debby cocked her fist and delivered a brutal | |
| uppercut to Brec�s gut. The younger woman let out a choked cry | |
| as the air rushed from her lungs, her body folding in two. | |
| Before Brec could recover, Debby followed up with a devastating | |
| knee to the face. The impact snapped Brec�s head back, her body | |
| going limp as she crumpled to the floor in a heap. | |
| Breathing heavily, Debby wiped the sweat from her brow, her | |
| victory hard-earned. She stood over Brec�s unconscious form, | |
| raising her fists in triumph as the room erupted in shocked | |
| murmurs and scattered applause. | |
| Miranda Cosgrove vs. Cree Cicchino | |
| Miranda Cosgrove and Cree Cicchino squared off, the tension | |
| between them was thick as they nodded in agreement. Miranda made | |
| the first move, her calm demeanor vanishing as she launched a | |
| spinning back kick that connected squarely with Cree�s chest. | |
| The impact sent Cree sprawling to the floor, the room echoing | |
| with gasps of shock. | |
| Standing over her, Miranda sneered, �Get your immature little | |
| ass up and take your beating like a real woman.� | |
| Cree�s eyes burned with fury as she scrambled to her feet, | |
| wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. �You�re gonna | |
| regret that,� she hissed, her voice low and venomous. | |
| Before Miranda could react, Cree exploded forward with lightning | |
| speed, delivering a flurry of punches that hammered into | |
| Miranda�s face and ribs. A sharp kick to Miranda�s side made her | |
| stumble, her arms dropping slightly as Cree capitalized on the | |
| opening. Miranda tried to regain her footing, but Cree closed | |
| the distance, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her into | |
| a brutal knee strike. | |
| Cree�s knee slammed into Miranda�s stomach, doubling her over | |
| with a pained grunt. Another knee followed, this time smashing | |
| into Miranda�s ribs, then her breasts, each strike drawing cries | |
| of pain. Miranda�s legs wobbled as she struggled to stay | |
| upright, but Cree showed no mercy, driving her knee repeatedly | |
| into Miranda�s face. Blood sprayed from Miranda�s nose and | |
| mouth, staining her shirt and splattering onto the floor. | |
| Grabbing two fistfuls of Miranda�s hair, Cree yanked her head | |
| back, sneering down at her dazed opponent. �You want to mock me | |
| now?� Cree growled before yanking Miranda�s head forward, | |
| slamming a final devastating knee into her face. | |
| Miranda collapsed to the floor in a lifeless heap, blood pooling | |
| beneath her. Cree stood over her fallen opponent, breathing | |
| heavily, her dominance absolute as she surveyed the destruction | |
| she�d caused. | |
| Katherine McNamara vs. Sadie Sink | |
| Sadie, quickly fading, clawed her fingers into Katherine's | |
| auburn hair, twisting viciously and pulling with all her | |
| strength. Katherine yelped in pain as chunks of hair were ripped | |
| free, her head forced awkwardly to the side. �You little shit!� | |
| Katherine shrieked, her voice thick with rage. | |
| Sadie grinned wickedly, releasing Katherine�s hair only to jab a | |
| finger into her eye. Katherine recoiled, crying out and covering | |
| her face. Sadie took full advantage, delivering a stinging slap | |
| to Katherine�s cheek that left a bright red mark. | |
| Before Katherine could recover, Sadie launched herself forward, | |
| tackling her back down to the ground. Straddling Katherine, | |
| Sadie unleashed a barrage of slaps and punches, each blow | |
| snapping Katherine�s head back. �I thought you were supposed to | |
| be tough! You�re just a pathetic little pussy!� Sadie sneered, | |
| her voice dripping with mockery. | |
| Sadie pulled her arm back, winding up for a brutal punch to end | |
| it, but Katherine�s instincts kicked in. Her hand shot up, | |
| catching Sadie�s wrist mid-swing. With a sharp twist, Katherine | |
| rolled on top, reversing their positions. | |
| �I am tough, you cheating little bitch!� Katherine hissed, her | |
| voice low and menacing. Her red, swollen eye was nearly shut, | |
| but it didn�t slow her down. She rained down punches, each one | |
| landing with a sickening thud. Sadie squirmed beneath her, arms | |
| pinned above her head, but Katherine was relentless. | |
| As Sadie�s resistance faltered, Katherine adjusted, pinning her | |
| wrists firmly and wrapping her powerful legs around Sadie�s. | |
| Slowly, deliberately, she began to spread Sadie�s legs apart. | |
| Sadie screamed in panic, her inner thighs burning as her legs | |
| were forced wider and wider. �Stop! Please, stop!� Sadie cried, | |
| tears streaming down her face. �I quit! I quit! Please let me | |
| go!� | |
| Katherine smirked in triumph. Releasing Sadie�s legs, she leaned | |
| down and delivered a devastating headbutt that knocked Sadie out | |
| cold. With her opponent lying motionless beneath her, Katherine | |
| stood tall, victorious and unshaken. | |
| Mallory James Mahoney vs. Mackenzie Ziegler | |
| Mackenzie, her cheek burning from Mallory's slap, locked eyes | |
| with her opponent. Fury flashed in her gaze as she wiped the | |
| corner of her mouth, a faint smirk forming. "You�re going to | |
| regret that," Mackenzie growled, advancing on Mallory with | |
| purpose. | |
| Mallory lunged forward, aiming a wild punch, but Mackenzie | |
| sidestepped smoothly, grabbing Mallory�s wrist and twisting it | |
| behind her back. Mallory yelped in pain, her free hand clawing | |
| desperately at Mackenzie�s arm. "Not so tough now, are you?" | |
| Mackenzie sneered, shoving Mallory to her knees. | |
| Before Mallory could recover, Mackenzie spun her around and | |
| forced her onto her back, straddling her with ease. She pinned | |
| Mallory�s arms above her head, leaning down close. "You thought | |
| you could take me? Big mistake." Mackenzie taunted, her voice | |
| dripping with disdain. | |
| Mallory bucked wildly beneath her, but Mackenzie had complete | |
| control. She shifted her weight, her thighs locking tightly | |
| around Mallory�s head in a brutal headscissors. Mallory�s face | |
| reddened as Mackenzie applied pressure, her thighs flexing like | |
| steel cables. Mallory clawed at Mackenzie�s legs, but her | |
| strength was fading fast. | |
| "Give it up, Mallory," Mackenzie demanded, her tone firm yet | |
| mocking. Mallory�s muffled cries filled the air as she struggled | |
| to breathe, her face buried in Mackenzie's crotch with her hands | |
| weakly slapping against Mackenzie�s thighs. | |
| "Please!" Mallory finally gasped, her voice trembling. "I� I | |
| give! Please stop!" | |
| Mackenzie loosened the hold just enough to smirk down at her. | |
| "Beg louder. I didn�t hear you." | |
| Mallory whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "I beg you! | |
| Please stop! You win! You�re better than me!" | |
| Satisfied, Mackenzie released her hold, standing tall and | |
| placing a foot triumphantly on Mallory�s left breast her toes | |
| digging into the soft flesh. "Remember this next time you think | |
| about messing with me," she said, reveling in her dominance as | |
| Mallory lay humiliated and defeated at her feet. | |
| Lauren Donzis vs. Maddie Ziegler | |
| As Lauren�s vision blurred beneath the suffocating pressure of | |
| Maddie�s firm breasts, panic set in. Just as she thought she | |
| might pass out, Maddie leaned back, smirking down at her. | |
| �Are we doing okay, Lauren? You look a little flustered,� Maddie | |
| taunted, her voice dripping with mock concern. | |
| Lauren gasped loudly, sucking in desperate breaths, her chest | |
| heaving. �I�ll pay you back, you miserable bit�� | |
| Before she could finish, Maddie slammed her breasts back down | |
| onto Lauren�s face with a resounding smack, cutting her off | |
| mid-sentence. Maddie rolled her shoulders with deliberate | |
| cruelty, her perky, firm breasts slapping the sides of Lauren�s | |
| flushed face. As she pressed down again, Maddie grinned, feeling | |
| Lauren�s muffled protests grow weaker. | |
| But Lauren wasn�t finished yet. | |
| With a surge of determination, Lauren�s legs shot up, wrapping | |
| tightly around Maddie�s waist. Locking her ankles, she poured | |
| all her strength into a brutal body scissors. Maddie grunted in | |
| surprise, her confident smirk faltering as the crushing pressure | |
| around her ribs intensified. She continued her smothering | |
| assault, but as Lauren pumped her thighs with relentless force, | |
| Maddie�s face twisted in pain. Her ribs felt like they were | |
| being compressed in a steel vice. | |
| Maddie instinctively clawed at Lauren�s thighs, trying to pry | |
| them apart. �Owww!� she hissed, the sound more desperate than | |
| defiant. Lauren rolled onto her side, dragging Maddie with her, | |
| and adjusted her position, her legs now squeezing Maddie�s toned | |
| abs like a pair of unyielding bands. | |
| Maddie gasped, her lungs burning as she struggled for air. Her | |
| hands flailed, grabbing at Lauren�s hair, but Lauren swiftly | |
| batted them away. Maddie�s strength waned, her nails weakly | |
| clawing at Lauren�s thighs then her body went limp. | |
| Lauren finally released the hold, letting Maddie slump to the | |
| mat. Straddling her chest, Lauren slapped Maddie�s face lightly, | |
| forcing her to open her eyes. | |
| �If you ever mess with me again,� Lauren snarled, leaning in | |
| close, �I�ll make sure it�s ten times worse.� | |
| Maddie nodded weakly, her body screaming in pain and her pride | |
| shattered. Lauren stood, delivering a final, spiteful kick to | |
| Maddie�s ribs before walking away victorious, leaving her | |
| opponent humiliated on the mat. | |
| Meg Donnelly vs. Anna Cathcart | |
| As Anna was lying flat on her back, the air driven from her | |
| lungs, Meg went to work. She stomped Anna in the gut folding her | |
| in two then pulled the petite brunette up by the hair then | |
| flipped her over her hip her body flying through the air coming | |
| to a stop a few feet away. | |
| Meg looked down at Anna�s limp, quivering form, her chest rising | |
| and falling in shallow breaths. A wicked grin crossed Meg's face | |
| as she stood, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Oh no, you�re | |
| not getting out of this that easily," Meg sneered. She grabbed a | |
| fistful of Anna�s hair and yanked her up to her knees, Anna | |
| groaning weakly as her head lolled to one side. | |
| "You wanted this fight, didn�t you?" Meg taunted, slapping Anna | |
| across the face to rouse her. "Where�s all that fire now?" | |
| Anna, barely conscious, swung a feeble fist, but Meg caught it | |
| effortlessly, twisting her arm behind her back and forcing her | |
| face down onto the mat. "Pathetic," Meg spat, planting her knee | |
| squarely between Anna�s shoulder blades and pulling her arm at | |
| an agonizing angle. Anna screamed, tears spilling down her | |
| cheeks as she clawed at the floor, desperate for relief. | |
| Meg released the hold abruptly, letting Anna collapse in a heap. | |
| Standing over her, Meg spread Anna�s legs once more, driving her | |
| heel into Anna�s inner thigh before stomping her exposed belly. | |
| Anna convulsed, gasping as pain wracked her body. | |
| "Had enough, Wannabee?" Meg jeered, leaning down to grab Anna by | |
| the chin. Anna�s lips moved, but no words came out, only a faint | |
| whimper. Meg pulled her to her feet, holding her up like a | |
| broken doll. | |
| "You�re done," Meg said coldly, her fist driving deep into | |
| Anna�s stomach one last time. Anna�s eyes widened before rolling | |
| back, her body going limp as she crumpled to the floor in an | |
| unconscious heap. | |
| Meg stood over her, arms raised in victory. "That�s what happens | |
| when you mess with me," she declared, her voice dripping with | |
| satisfaction. "Wannabees don�t belong in my ring." | |
| Ashley Benson vs. Madison Pettis | |
| Ashley�s superior strength was undeniable as she loomed over | |
| Madison, her sneer cutting through the tension. "Get your ass | |
| up, weakling. You Wannabees are nothing but a bunch of | |
| creampuffs." | |
| Madison, blood trickling from her nose but defiance in her eyes, | |
| pushed herself up and straightened her sports bra. "Creampuffs? | |
| We�ll see who the real creampuff is, chubs." | |
| As Ashley swung a wild haymaker, Madison ducked low and | |
| retaliated with a sharp kick to Ashley�s shin. Ashley yelped, | |
| her balance wavering. A second kick to her ankle sent her | |
| sprawling to the ground. Without hesitation, Madison seized | |
| Ashley�s leg, yanking it high into the air before driving her | |
| foot into the back of Ashley�s thigh. | |
| "Ouch!" Ashley cried out, but Madison wasn�t done. Another kick, | |
| and then another, pounded into Ashley�s hamstring, leaving the | |
| blonde writhing on the ground. "Shut up, you little baby. We�re | |
| just getting started," Madison hissed, her voice dripping with | |
| venom. | |
| Twisting Ashley�s ankle viciously, Madison forced her face down | |
| and locked in a single-leg Boston crab. Ashley screamed as her | |
| leg bent unnaturally, the back of her foot nearly touching her | |
| head. To amplify the pain, Madison twisted her ankle with | |
| malicious glee. | |
| Ashley slapped the cold tiles in a desperate tap-out, her cries | |
| echoing in the room. But Madison didn�t relent. Sitting firmly | |
| on Ashley�s back, she grabbed a fistful of the blonde�s hair, | |
| yanking her head back at a grotesque angle. Ashley�s pleas | |
| turned to desperate sobs. "Please, stop! I�m sorry!" | |
| Finally, Madison released her hold, letting Ashley collapse | |
| limply. But the humiliation wasn�t over. Madison delivered a | |
| series of kicks to Ashley�s ribs, rolling her onto her back. | |
| With a cruel smirk, Madison pressed her foot onto Ashley�s face, | |
| grinding it into her cheek. She even prodded her toes into | |
| Ashley�s mouth. | |
| "If you ever mess with me again, I swear it�ll be ten times | |
| worse," Madison growled. | |
| Satisfied, she stepped away, grinding her foot into Ashley�s | |
| tear-streaked face one last time before strutting off, leaving | |
| her opponent broken and humiliated. | |
| Jodie Sweetin vs. Darci Lynne Farmer | |
| Jodie and Darci were locked in a brutal war of attrition, | |
| neither willing to give an inch despite their bodies screaming | |
| for mercy. Jodie lunged forward, her hand grabbing a fistful of | |
| Darci�s hair, yanking her head back sharply. Darci retaliated | |
| with a hard slap across Jodie�s cheek, the sound echoing through | |
| the room. Fueled by adrenaline and pure spite, the two women | |
| clawed and slapped at each other, their movements growing slower | |
| and sloppier as exhaustion set in. | |
| Darci ducked under a wild swing from Jodie and landed a stinging | |
| jab to her ribs, but Jodie countered with a heavy forearm strike | |
| to Darci�s shoulder, knocking her off balance. Their breathing | |
| was ragged, their faces flushed and glistening with sweat as | |
| they grappled, hands tangled in each other�s hair, yanking and | |
| pulling with what little strength they had left. | |
| Both fighters staggered but refused to back down, their mutual | |
| hatred driving them to keep going. In a last-ditch effort, they | |
| locked onto each other in a mutual bear hug, their arms | |
| tightening like iron bands. The room seemed to shrink as they | |
| squeezed with every ounce of strength they could muster. Jodie�s | |
| superior size seemed to give her an edge as Darci�s head lolled | |
| to the side, her grip weakening. | |
| �Gotcha,� Jodie smirked through clenched teeth, confident | |
| victory was hers. | |
| But Darci wasn�t done. Summoning her remaining strength, she | |
| locked her hands together and drove them into the small of | |
| Jodie�s back. Jodie�s confident expression faltered as pain | |
| radiated through her body, her own grip loosening. Darci�s arms | |
| trembled, her breaths coming in gasps, but she poured every last | |
| bit of fight into the hold. | |
| Jodie�s body finally went limp, her arms falling to her sides. | |
| Darci shoved her to the ground, knelt beside her, and slapped | |
| her across the face. When there was no response, she stood | |
| shakily, glaring down at her defeated foe before staggering | |
| away, victorious. | |
| Kiernan Shipka vs. Julianna Grace LeBlanc | |
| Kiernan Shipka and Annie LeBlanc circled each other, tension | |
| thick in the air as the crowd watched with bated breath. Kiernan | |
| struck first, her punches swift and precise, targeting Annie�s | |
| midsection. Annie grunted in pain but retaliated, her foot | |
| snapping upward in a high kick that caught Kiernan squarely in | |
| the chest, sending her stumbling backward. | |
| �Not bad,� Kiernan muttered, wiping a trace of blood from her | |
| lip. Fueled by determination, she lunged forward, tackling Annie | |
| to the ground. The two rolled across the floor in a tangle of | |
| limbs, each fighting tooth and nail for dominance. Annie managed | |
| to flip Kiernan onto her back, momentarily pinning her, but | |
| Kiernan�s resilience shone through. Twisting her body, she | |
| slipped free and locked Annie in a crushing headlock. | |
| Annie squirmed desperately, gasping as Kiernan rag-dolled her | |
| around the room. The blonde�s power threatened to make this a | |
| one-sided affair, and Annie knew she had to act fast. Grabbing a | |
| handful of Kiernan�s hair, she yanked hard, breaking free. | |
| Kiernan winced but was more enraged than hurt, her eyes | |
| narrowing as she clenched her fists. | |
| �Oh, you�re going to pay for that,� Kiernan growled, stalking | |
| Annie deliberately. Annie threw a desperate jab that landed | |
| square on Kiernan�s nose, followed by a sharp uppercut that | |
| connected with her chin. Kiernan staggered back, momentarily | |
| dazed, but quickly regained her composure. Dodging a wild right | |
| cross from Annie, Kiernan planted her back foot and unleashed a | |
| devastating left uppercut. | |
| The punch landed with brutal precision, snapping Annie�s head | |
| back as her legs buckled beneath her. She spiraled to the | |
| ground, landing in a crumpled heap. Annie tried to lift her | |
| head, her eyes rolling back in her skull before she collapsed | |
| face-first onto the floor. | |
| Kiernan stood over her fallen opponent, breathing heavily but | |
| triumphant. "Stay down next time," she muttered, brushing her | |
| hair back before walking away, leaving Annie unconscious on the | |
| ground. | |
| Lily Collins vs. Olivia Haschak | |
| Lily and Olivia�s fight was a thrilling clash of style versus | |
| brute force. Olivia struck first, a heavy punch driving into | |
| Lily�s stomach, doubling her over and forcing a sharp gasp. But | |
| Lily quickly regained her composure, sidestepping Olivia�s | |
| follow-up and snapping a precise kick to her opponent�s thigh, | |
| the crack of impact drawing a wince from the larger woman. | |
| The two squared up, their eyes locked in mutual disdain. �That | |
| was your one shot, Granny,� Olivia taunted, rubbing her jaw and | |
| stepping forward. �Now I�m going to beat you down one punch at a | |
| time.� | |
| They traded blows in a brutal exchange. Lily�s speed and | |
| experience were evident as she weaved around Olivia�s swings, | |
| landing sharp punches and cuts that left blood trickling from a | |
| gash on Olivia�s forehead and a split under her left eye. �What | |
| was that about one punch at a time?� Lily smirked, her tone | |
| mocking. | |
| The taunt only fueled Olivia�s fury. With a growl, she swung | |
| wildly, her fists hammering the air as she advanced. Lily danced | |
| back, landing crisp counters with deadly accuracy. But Olivia | |
| absorbed the punishment, her raw toughness keeping her upright | |
| as she relentlessly closed the distance. Finally, Olivia | |
| cornered Lily against the ballroom door, her powerful frame | |
| trapping the older woman. | |
| Lily�s agility faltered as Olivia unleashed a barrage of | |
| punishing punches. Each blow drove her back against the door | |
| until her legs began to buckle. Desperation flashed in Lily�s | |
| eyes as her guard dropped, and Olivia took full advantage, | |
| hammering her with body and head shots that left her dazed and | |
| sliding toward the floor. | |
| Grabbing Lily�s hair, Olivia hauled her to her feet, hoisting | |
| her onto her shoulder. With a triumphant roar, she spun Lily | |
| around and slammed her into the ground with bone-jarring force. | |
| The impact left Lily motionless, knocked out cold as Olivia | |
| stood victorious. | |
| Skai Jackson vs. Francesca Capaldi | |
| Skai and Francesca wasted no time, their animosity boiling over | |
| as they charged at each other. Francesca, with her fiery | |
| personality on full display, grabbed a fistful of Skai�s hair | |
| and yanked hard, eliciting a sharp yelp. �What�s the matter, | |
| Skai? Can�t handle someone who fights back?� Francesca sneered | |
| before landing a vicious slap that echoed through the room. | |
| Skai snarled in response, her fist snapping forward to catch | |
| Francesca square on the nose, drawing a trickle of blood. | |
| �You�re all talk, Francesca. Let�s see how tough you really | |
| are,� she hissed, watching the redhead stagger slightly. The two | |
| tumbled to the floor in a tangled catball, their shrieks and | |
| curses filling the air as they rolled, pulling hair, slapping, | |
| and clawing at each other with unrestrained fury. | |
| Skai managed to scramble on top, pinning Francesca beneath her. | |
| She rained down a series of sharp, stinging slaps to her | |
| opponent�s face. �Not so tough now, are you?� Skai taunted, her | |
| voice dripping with contempt. Francesca clawed at Skai�s arms, | |
| desperation flashing in her eyes as her struggles intensified. | |
| Summoning her strength, Francesca bucked her hips and threw Skai | |
| off to the side, scrambling to her feet with a furious growl. | |
| Skai was quicker, leaping to her feet and immediately peppering | |
| Francesca with sharp, crisp jabs that landed with satisfying | |
| smacks. Francesca raised her arms to cover up, but Skai�s | |
| relentless strikes slipped through her guard, leaving her face | |
| swollen and red. �Guess you�re just a punching bag after all,� | |
| Skai taunted, a cruel grin on her face. | |
| Frustrated and desperate, Francesca ducked her head and charged, | |
| bull-rushing Skai to the ground. They rolled again, each taking | |
| turns on top, but Francesca�s strength and aggression gave her | |
| the edge. Pinning Skai beneath her, Francesca slapped her face | |
| repeatedly before delivering a cruel punch to her chest. Skai�s | |
| eyes welled with tears, her panic evident as she realized she | |
| was trapped. | |
| Francesca leaned forward, her full, firm breasts just inches | |
| from Skai�s terrified face. �No, no! Not that!� Skai pleaded, | |
| her voice shaking. Francesca smirked maliciously. �You�re not in | |
| a position to beg, sweetheart.� She lowered her sweaty chest | |
| onto Skai�s face, forming a suffocating seal. | |
| Skai thrashed wildly, but her struggles grew weaker until they | |
| ceased altogether. Francesca sat up, tucking her breasts back | |
| into her top with a triumphant smirk. She licked her lips, | |
| surveying her defeated opponent with smug satisfaction. | |
| Chandler Kinney vs. Olivia Sanabia | |
| Chandler and Olivia circled each other like predators, their | |
| eyes locked in a fiery glare. �Ready to get crushed, rookie?� | |
| Chandler taunted, her voice dripping with arrogance. Olivia | |
| smirked. �Big talk, Chandler. Let�s see if you can back it up.� | |
| Chandler struck first, her athleticism on full display as her | |
| foot snapped up in a high kick that smacked against Olivia�s | |
| shoulder, forcing her to stagger. �Too slow,� Chandler sneered, | |
| but Olivia growled and retaliated with a brutal punch to | |
| Chandler�s ribs that left her gasping. �Not so tough now, huh?� | |
| Olivia shot back. | |
| The fight quickly turned nasty, with both women trading vicious | |
| blows and grappling for control. Chandler�s speed and precision | |
| kept Olivia on her toes, but Olivia�s raw power allowed her to | |
| land some devastating hits. At one point, Olivia backed Chandler | |
| into a corner, unleashing a flurry of punches that left Chandler | |
| dazed and struggling to defend herself. | |
| But Chandler wasn�t done yet. Summoning her energy, she | |
| countered with a well-timed leg sweep that sent Olivia crashing | |
| to the ground. Chandler pounced, pinning her opponent and | |
| delivering a series of hard punches. �Give up, you little wimp, | |
| before I snap you in two!� Chandler growled, her voice full of | |
| venom. �This is too easy!� | |
| Olivia gritted her teeth, taking the punishment but refusing to | |
| surrender. Chandler began to tire, her punches losing power as | |
| beads of sweat dripped down her face. Sensing her chance, Olivia | |
| bucked hard, forcing Chandler to roll away and gasp for air. | |
| �What�s the matter, out of gas already?� Olivia mocked, charging | |
| forward and tackling Chandler to the ground. | |
| Olivia mounted Chandler and began raining down punches with | |
| relentless fury. Chandler�s attempts to block were feeble as | |
| Olivia�s fists found their mark, battering her face and body. | |
| When Chandler raised her arms in desperation, Olivia switched to | |
| brutal elbow strikes, each one landing with sickening force. | |
| Chandler�s arms eventually fell limp to her sides, leaving her | |
| utterly at Olivia�s mercy. | |
| Laura Marano vs. Madisyn Shipman | |
| Laura and Madisyn�s fight started with an explosion of | |
| aggression, and from the very beginning, it was clear that | |
| Madisyn had the upper hand. Her strength and confidence radiated | |
| as she took the fight to Laura with relentless brutality. �Come | |
| on, Marano,� Madisyn sneered, shoving Laura backward. �I thought | |
| you were supposed to be tough. You�re embarrassing yourself.� | |
| Laura rushed forward, trying to close the gap, but Madisyn was | |
| ready. She sidestepped and drove a punishing fist into Laura�s | |
| stomach, doubling her over. �Pathetic,� Madisyn hissed, grabbing | |
| Laura by the hair and yanking her upright. �Is this really all | |
| you�ve got?� Before Laura could respond, Madisyn delivered a | |
| stinging backhand slap across her face, sending her stumbling | |
| sideways. | |
| Madisyn followed up with a brutal knee to Laura�s stomach, | |
| burying it deep into her abs. Laura collapsed to her knees, her | |
| arms clutching her midsection as she gasped for air. Madisyn | |
| bent down, grabbing Laura by the ear, and yanked her head up. | |
| Her face was inches away as she smirked. �You�re pathetic, | |
| Marano. Less than a minute, and you can barely stand.� | |
| Laura gritted her teeth, trying to rise, but Madisyn shoved her | |
| back down with a hand on her chest. �Stay down. You�re no match | |
| for a real woman,� Madisyn taunted, stepping back and looking | |
| down at Laura with disdain. | |
| But Laura�s face flushed with determination. Ignoring the pain, | |
| she pushed herself to her feet, her fists raised, her eyes | |
| locked on Madisyn. �Not done yet,� she growled. Madisyn smirked | |
| and stepped forward, her jab snapping out and connecting with | |
| Laura�s jaw. They exchanged a quick flurry of punches, but | |
| Madisyn�s uppercut landed clean, dropping Laura to the floor. | |
| Laura writhed on her back, her legs kicking out as Madisyn | |
| loomed over her like a lioness stalking her prey. �This is what | |
| happens when you step out of your league,� Madisyn jeered, | |
| stepping in too close. In an instant, Laura grabbed Madisyn�s | |
| leg, twisted sharply, and rolled into her. The two women tumbled | |
| across the floor, locked in a vicious catball, their hands | |
| buried deep in each other�s hair. | |
| Laura managed to spend moments on top, delivering sharp slaps | |
| and punches, but Madisyn�s power was overwhelming. She forced | |
| Laura onto her back and hammered her with blows, each strike | |
| threatening to end the fight. But Laura refused to give in. With | |
| every passing second, Madisyn�s punches lost strength, her power | |
| beginning to falter. | |
| Sensing her moment, Laura twisted her body, wrestling her way on | |
| top. She pinned Madisyn�s arms above her head, holding them | |
| firmly as Madisyn squirmed and thrashed beneath her. �What�s the | |
| matter, Madisyn?� Laura taunted, her voice steady despite the | |
| bruises forming on her face. �Out of gas?� | |
| Madisyn�s breathing was ragged, her arms trembling as she tried | |
| to break free. But Laura�s unyielding determination won out. She | |
| rolled Madisyn onto her back, locked her legs tightly around her | |
| waist, and slipped her arm under Madisyn�s chin. Leaning back, | |
| Laura squeezed with all her might. | |
| Madisyn�s eyes widened in panic as her ribs contracted under the | |
| crushing pressure of Laura�s legs, and her air was cut off by | |
| Laura�s arm. She thrashed weakly, but her strength was gone. | |
| Within moments, her body went limp as she slipped into | |
| unconsciousness. | |
| Laura held the hold a moment longer, ensuring her victory, then | |
| released Madisyn, letting her slump lifelessly onto the floor. | |
| Exhausted but triumphant, Laura rose, glaring down at her | |
| defeated opponent. �That�s what happens when you underestimate | |
| me,� she muttered, brushing her hair back and walking away. | |
| Bailee Madison vs. Sierra Haschak | |
| The fight between Bailee and Sierra continued at a blistering | |
| pace, each giving and taking everything the other had. Sierra�s | |
| agility and determination shone as she darted in and out of | |
| Bailee�s reach, landing stinging jabs and low kicks that tested | |
| Bailee�s patience. But Bailee, with her superior conditioning | |
| and ring awareness, methodically broke down the fiery Wannabee. | |
| Sierra threw a spinning back kick that Bailee narrowly dodged, | |
| capitalizing on the miss to grab Sierra�s leg and sweep her to | |
| the ground. Sierra scrambled back to her feet, her eyes blazing | |
| with defiance, but Bailee met her with a sharp uppercut that | |
| sent her stumbling. �You�re quick,� Bailee growled, wiping blood | |
| from her lip, �but speed won�t save you.� | |
| Sierra charged in desperation, swinging wildly, but Bailee | |
| slipped the punches with practiced ease. Ducking low, Bailee | |
| wrapped her arms around Sierra�s neck, locking her into a tight | |
| guillotine choke. Sierra clawed at Bailee�s arms, trying to | |
| break free, but Bailee only tightened her grip. Her biceps | |
| bulged as she lifted Sierra off her feet, choking the fight out | |
| of her while driving punishing knees into her belly. | |
| �Stay down!� Bailee snarled as the fourth knee crashed into | |
| Sierra�s midsection, knocking the last bit of fight out of the | |
| rookie. With Sierra gasping for air and hanging limply, Bailee | |
| grabbed the back of her shorts, hoisting her up until her legs | |
| pointed straight at the ceiling. In one swift motion, Bailee | |
| fell back, executing a devastating vertical suplex slam that | |
| left Sierra sprawled on the ground, motionless. | |
| Bailee, groggy but victorious, climbed to her feet, brushing off | |
| sweat and glancing down at Sierra�s lifeless form. �Welcome to | |
| the big leagues,� Bailee muttered, raising her arms in triumph | |
| before walking away, leaving the rookie humbled and defeated. | |
| Katharine McPhee vs. Jayden Bartels | |
| Both women glared at each other, their bodies battered and | |
| trembling, but neither willing to back down. Katharine's face | |
| was marred with cuts and bruises, her lip swollen and bleeding, | |
| while Jayden's left eye was nearly swollen shut, blood dripping | |
| from the cut on her brow. The scene around them roared in chaos | |
| but neither leader noticed as their focus was on each other. | |
| Jayden moved first, feinting left before lunging forward, aiming | |
| a powerful hook at Katharine�s jaw. Katharine saw it coming, | |
| ducked under the swing, and countered with a crushing uppercut | |
| to Jayden�s ribs. The younger woman gasped, clutching her side, | |
| but Katharine gave her no time to recover. Grabbing Jayden�s | |
| arm, Katharine twisted her into a brutal shoulder lock, yanking | |
| her arm upward at a painful angle. | |
| �Submit, you little punk!� Katharine snarled through gritted | |
| teeth, jerking the arm higher. | |
| Jayden screamed in pain but clenched her jaw. �Never!� she spat, | |
| stomping down hard on Katharine�s foot. The older woman cried | |
| out and loosened her grip just enough for Jayden to break free. | |
| Spinning quickly, Jayden delivered a savage elbow to Katharine�s | |
| temple, sending her staggering back. | |
| Jayden pressed the advantage, unleashing a flurry of punches and | |
| kicks that drove Katharine backward. A high kick to Katharine�s | |
| shoulder spun her around, and Jayden leaped forward, grabbing | |
| her opponent in a rear chokehold. She tightened her arms around | |
| Katharine�s neck, her biceps bulging with the effort. | |
| �Looks like the queen is about to fall!� Jayden hissed, | |
| wrenching the hold tighter. Katharine�s face turned red as she | |
| struggled to breathe, her hands clawing at Jayden�s forearms. | |
| Jayden sneered thinking she finally had her opponent locked but | |
| Katharine had other plans. Summoning her remaining strength, she | |
| twisted her body, throwing Jayden off balance. With a primal | |
| scream, Katharine flipped Jayden over her shoulder and slammed | |
| her to the ground. Jayden�s body hit the ground with a sickening | |
| thud, her head bouncing off the floor. | |
| Katharine dropped to her knees beside Jayden, panting heavily, | |
| but the fire in her eyes hadn�t dimmed. She grabbed a handful of | |
| Jayden�s hair, yanking her head up. �You should�ve stayed down, | |
| kid,� she growled before smashing her forehead into Jayden�s | |
| face. Blood poured from Jayden�s nose as she slumped back, dazed | |
| but not finished. | |
| Desperation fueled Jayden as she rolled to her side and kicked | |
| out, her foot connecting with Katharine�s knee. Katharine yelped | |
| in pain, dropping to one knee, and Jayden pounced. Straddling | |
| the older woman, Jayden rained down fists with everything she | |
| had left. Each punch landed with a sickening crack, and | |
| Katharine�s head snapped back with every blow. | |
| But Katharine wasn�t done. With a roar, she surged upward, | |
| throwing Jayden off her. The younger fighter scrambled to her | |
| feet, but Katharine was on her in an instant. A devastating | |
| clothesline nearly took Jayden�s head off, sending her | |
| sprawling. | |
| Katharine grabbed Jayden by the throat, lifting her to her feet. | |
| �This ends now,� Katharine snarled. She drove a knee into | |
| Jayden�s stomach, doubling her over, then hoisted her up into a | |
| powerbomb position. Katharine carried Jayden toward the center | |
| of the room. With a final burst of strength, Katharine slammed | |
| Jayden to the ground with a brutal sit-out powerbomb that shook | |
| the floor. | |
| Jayden lay motionless, her arms sprawled out, chest heaving as | |
| she struggled to breathe. Katharine, drenched in sweat and | |
| blood, crawled over to Jayden and straddled her, pinning her | |
| wrists to the floor. �Say it,� Katharine demanded, her voice low | |
| and dangerous. �Say I�m better. Say it you little twerp!� | |
| Jayden�s lips quivered, but no words came. Katharine raised her | |
| fist, ready to deliver another punch, when Jayden finally gasped | |
| out, �You. . . you . . . Oh you'll never beat me you old hag!� | |
| Jayden pulled back with a fierce determination etched across her | |
| face and slammed her head forward with brutal force, the | |
| sickening crack of impact echoing through the room. Katharine�s | |
| nose burst open, a torrent of blood streaming down her face and | |
| pooling between her heaving cleavage. Her head snapped back, | |
| tears springing to her eyes from the sharp, searing pain. The | |
| older woman stumbled, momentarily disoriented, as Jayden stepped | |
| back with a cruel smirk, savoring the damage she�d inflicted. | |
| Katharine stumbled backward, the pain was sharp and blinding, | |
| her vision momentarily blurred by tears. Jayden, sensing a | |
| fleeting opportunity, surged forward with a wild yell, leaping | |
| onto Katharine and tackling her to the ground. | |
| The two women hit the floor hard, Jayden straddling Katharine as | |
| she unleashed a flurry of punches. Katharine tried to shield | |
| herself, but Jayden�s fists found their marks, pounding into her | |
| ribs, breasts, and face. Blood smeared across both women, a | |
| testament to the viciousness of the battle. | |
| "Look at you, you pathetic old lady!" Jayden taunted, her voice | |
| cracking with fury as she cocked her arm back for another punch. | |
| �Maybe after I beat your wrinkly old ass I'll take over your | |
| stable.� | |
| But Katharine wasn�t finished. With a guttural roar, she bucked | |
| her hips and twisted her body, throwing Jayden off balance. In | |
| one fluid motion, Katharine grabbed Jayden�s arm and yanked her | |
| into a brutal armbar. The younger fighter screamed in agony as | |
| Katharine hyper-extended her elbow, twisting her wrist with | |
| precision. | |
| �Give up, brat or I'll snap your arm in two!� Katharine snarled, | |
| her teeth clenched as she applied more pressure. Jayden writhed | |
| beneath her, her free hand clawing desperately at the floor as | |
| she tried to escape. | |
| But Jayden wasn�t ready to quit. Summoning her last reserves of | |
| strength, she rolled her body toward Katharine, breaking the | |
| leverage of the armbar. With a cry, she drove her knee into | |
| Katharine�s side, forcing the older woman to release her hold. | |
| Both fighters scrambled to their feet, their movements slower | |
| and more labored now, each step leaving streaks of blood on the | |
| floor. | |
| Jayden charged again, aiming a kick at Katharine�s midsection, | |
| but Katharine sidestepped and caught Jayden�s leg. With a fierce | |
| grunt, Katharine swept Jayden�s other leg out from under her, | |
| sending her crashing to the floor. | |
| This time, Katharine didn�t hesitate. She dropped onto Jayden�s | |
| back, locking her arms around the younger woman�s neck in a rear | |
| naked choke. Jayden clawed at Katharine�s forearm, her face | |
| turning red as she struggled to breathe. | |
| �Not so cocky now, are you?� Katharine hissed, tightening her | |
| grip as Jayden�s struggles grew weaker. Desperation flashed in | |
| Jayden�s eyes, but her strength was fading fast. | |
| Katharine cinched the choke tighter, her bloody face twisted | |
| into a grimace of determination. Jayden�s hands dropped to her | |
| sides, her body starting to go slack beneath Katharine as the | |
| pressure was becoming unbearable. | |
| As Katharine leaned back with all her strength, Jayden�s arm | |
| trembled, hovering just above the floor, ready to tap out when | |
| the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. A collective gasp | |
| filled the air, followed by the eerie sound of labored | |
| breathing, groans of pain, and the occasional cough as the | |
| battered fighters paused in confusion. For a moment, all | |
| rivalries and animosities faded in the disorienting void. | |
| Suddenly, the far wall illuminated, and a massive monitor | |
| flickered to life, casting a pale glow over the room. The | |
| fighters turned toward the screen, their bruised and bloodied | |
| faces frozen in a mixture of anger and wariness. Kylie Jenner�s | |
| smirking visage appeared, her flawless features mocking the | |
| chaos she had orchestrated. | |
| �Welcome, ladies,� Kylie began, her tone dripping with feigned | |
| sweetness. �I trust you all had a fun little evening?� | |
| A cacophony of boos, jeers, and shouted insults erupted from the | |
| exhausted women. Someone screamed, �You�re a fucking coward, | |
| Kylie!� while another yelled, �Face us yourself, Creampuff!� | |
| Kylie only laughed, the sound grating and condescending. | |
| �Oh, please,� she said, rolling her eyes. �Let�s be real�none of | |
| you stand a chance against The Badass Barbies. We�re tired of | |
| kicking your pathetic asses, so we thought it�d be more fun to | |
| let you destroy each other.� | |
| More jeers rang out, but Kylie ignored them, her grin widening. | |
| �And just because we�re reorganizing doesn�t mean we�re stepping | |
| down. No, darlings. When we�re ready, we�ll be back to remind | |
| you why we�re the queens of the cage and the ballroom. Now, have | |
| at it, ladies. Let�s see who�s left standing when the dust | |
| settles.� | |
| The screen blinked off as abruptly as it had come on, and the | |
| lights flooded back, illuminating the carnage. Fighters blinked | |
| against the sudden brightness, their bruised and battered bodies | |
| tense and ready for another round. | |
| Jayden, now on her feet, locked eyes with Katharine. Her voice | |
| was cold and steely. �Let�s finish this.� She raised her fist, | |
| winding up for a final strike. | |
| Katharine raised a hand, stepping back. �Wait! This is all | |
| Kylie�s doing. If we keep fighting until there�s only one woman | |
| left standing, we�re just playing into her hands.� | |
| Jayden hesitated, her chest rising and falling as she processed | |
| the older woman�s words. After a long pause, she lowered her | |
| fists. �Fine. But don�t think for a second this is over.� | |
| Both women turned to their respective teams, calling off the | |
| battered fighters. Slowly, the two sides retreated in silence, | |
| tending to the fallen and nursing their wounds. Though the brawl | |
| was over for now, the simmering tension in the air promised this | |
| was far from the end. | |
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