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Match 01 - Ariel Winter vs Cree Cichinno
By: BadAssBunnies Date: April 18, 2025, 11:07 am
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Match 1 Build-Up:
Ariel Winter 34C vs.
Cree Cicchino 34B
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Ariel Winter (Wicked Queens) vs. Cree Cicchino (Wannabees)
Early Lass Vegas Odds: [list]
[li]Ariel Winter: -350 Favorite[/li]
[li]Cree Cicchino: +275 Underdog[/li]
[/list] The Spark That Lit the Fire
It all started with Cree Cicchino�s big mouth. The pint-sized
but loud-mouthed starlet from the Wannabees stable wasn�t just
talking trash�she was launching a full-on offensive against the
older, bustier Barbies. During a livestream with her fellow
Wannabees, Cree made a sarcastic remark that set everything in
motion:
"Yeah, we get it. They�re older, they�re bigger, and they think
that means they�re better. But real fighters don�t need
flotation devices to win. I�ve got just enough up top to whip
every one of them�especially Ariel Winter. Big boobs and
absolutely no bite left in heer saggy
sacks."</blockquote></blockquote> What she didn�t know was that
the Badass Barbies were mid-interview at their locker room in
Calabassas, sipping champagne and flaunting their cleavage for a
fashion shoot. The moment Kylie Jenner heard Cree�s name, she
laughed and said:
"Cree who? That little B-cup brat? She�s lucky I�m not in this
thing. If she steps into the ring with Ariel, she�ll get
squashed by a pair of real woman�s breasts." The camera crew
laughed, but the feed accidentally went live to the Barbies�
Instagram, and within minutes, the clip went viral. Hashtags
exploded:
#BigBoobEnergy
#BitterBitties
#SmotherTheWannabees
#BiggerisAlwaysBetter
The internet was split�those siding with the feisty Wannabees
for their underdog spirit, and others rooting for the busty
Barbies/Wicked Queens and their elite, curvy roster.
Fighter Breakdown Ariel Winter � "The Chest Queen" [list]
[li]Age: 27[/li]
[li]Stable: Wicked Queens[/li]
[li]Bust Size: 34D[/li]
[li]Height: 5'1�[/li]
[li]Strengths: Massive chest, experience, raw crushing
power[/li]
[li]Weaknesses: Slightly slower reflexes and slow recovery[/li]
[/list] Ariel isn�t just known for her curves�she�s got the
goods. Always underestimated for her height, she�s built a
career off proving people wrong over and over again. And when it
comes to this fight, Ariel is not holding back. Her chest is
powerful, heavy, and her nipples�according to sparring
partners�"hit like darts."
Ariel also has the backing of Natalie Alyn Lind and Kylie
Jenner, which gives her access to the best training facility in
the UCC: the Barbies' private gym known as "The Dollhouse."
She�s been training with weighted nipple clamps, ice resistance
rounds, and specialized uppercut drills utilizing her strong
pectoral muscles.�every part of her chest has been
battle-hardened for this exact match. She�s even cut her diet
and tightened up her chest and shoulder muscles, giving her
breasts added firmness and bounce.
Ariel on IG: "You started this, little girl. I�m gonna finish
it. I�m not here to talk�I�m here to crush."
Cree Cicchino � "The Mighty Mouth" [list]
[li]Age: 22[/li]
[li]Stable: Wannabees[/li]
[li]Bust Size: 34B[/li]
[li]Height: 5'2�[/li]
[li]Strengths: Speed, tenacity, trash talk, unwavering
confidence[/li]
[li]Weaknesses: Smaller breasts, inexperience[/li]
[/list] Cree might be the smallest-chested competitor in the
entire tournament, but her mouth? That�s heavyweight level. From
the moment the fight was announced, Cree was already spitting
fire on TikTok, Instagram, and Threads. She claims Ariel is
"saggy, slow, soft, and all saline," and that she plans to "poke
holes through those fake melons like a knitting needle."
Her confidence borders on delusion�or genius marketing. Either
way, she�s captured the hearts of the anti-Barbie movement.
Cree on TikTok:
"You really think some saggy D-cup�s gonna beat me? B is for
Bruiser, baby. Ariel�s never had anyone fight back with speed.
She�s gonna get stabbed, poked, raked, and dropped. I�m gonna
invert those crusty old nipples and flatten those milk jugs like
pancakes."Cree's been training by smacking punching bags with
padded cups strapped to her chest and practicing rapid-fire "nip
stabs" against pressure pads. She�s fast, agile, and uses her
smaller frame to her advantage�less surface area means less to
target, and harder to pin down.
The Psychological Warfare
In the days leading up to the fight, both women took to social
media with a flood of memes, training footage, and trash talk.
Cree posted a challenge video:
A slow-mo walk toward the camera in a white sports bra,
smirking:
"I�m walking into that ring in a B-cup... and walking out with a
D-cup�s pride in my back pocket."
Ariel clapped back with a video of her putting on gloves over
her breasts, dipping them into ice water, then flexing her chest
muscles:
"These aren�t pillows, sweetheart. These are **** wrecking
balls. And I�m gonna bury you under them."
Kylie Jenner even chimed in with a cheeky tweet:
"We are so glad to have Ariel on our side. Watching her prepare
has been wild. Let�s just say Cree should enjoy breathing
now�'cause she won�t be doing much of it when Ariel�s done with
her. #SmotherSeason
Vegas Takes Notice:
The betting lines opened and were quickly flooded. Most gamblers
saw Ariel as the heavy favorite due to size and experience, but
Cree�s mouth drew attention, especially from younger bettors on
social media who saw her as a confident dark horse.
Updated Vegas Odds:
Ariel Winter -150 (Bet $150 to win $100)
Cree Cicchino +110 (Bet $100 to win $110)</blockquote>
<blockquote>Prop Bets:</blockquote> [list]
[li]First nipple pin: Ariel (-180[/li]
[li]First knockdown: Ariel (-250[/li]
[li]Verbal submission time: Cree under 4:00 (+100)[/li]
[li]Post-fight face sit: Yes (-110[/li]
[/list] Final Thoughts Before the Bell
The hype is massive. The arena is sold out. Social media is
ablaze. And these two women are ready to strip off their tops
and go chest-to-chest in a battle that�s more personal than
anyone could�ve expected.
Cree has the speed and the mouth. Ariel has the mass and the
muscle. This won�t just be the first match�it will set the tone
for the entire tournament.
One thing�s for sure: when these two lock nipples in the center
of the ring
Only one rack will reign supreme.
Ariel vs. Cree Round 1 Nipple Battle
The crowd was electric as the spotlight shifted to the first
official match of the Breast-Only Combat Tournament. The energy
inside the private arena was thick with anticipation. Fans,
fighters, and team leaders from the Badass Barbies, the Wicked
Queens, and the Wannabees surrounded the raised fighting riing,
each ready to witness the opening clash of what was expected to
be the most brutal and intimate combat sport ever conceived.
At center stage stood Ariel Winter, representing the Wicked
Queens. She was calm, confident, and composed. Her expression
was serene, even smug, as she reached back and slowly unhooked
her black lace bra, letting her full D-cups swing free with a
gentle but firm bounce. Gasps and cheers erupted as the
spotlight hit her bare chest. Her large, soft breasts glistened
under the lights, her nipples already stiff with anticipation,
tinged pink with pride.
Ariel gave a small, cocky smirk. She looked across the ring at
her opponent, Cree Cicchino of the Wannabees. The younger,
leaner fighter was bouncing on her toes, jawing non-stop, her
trash talk sharp and cutting.
"Hope those big udders are ready to get flattened, you
over-hyped cow," Cree sneered.
The crowd let out a mixture of laughter and oooohs.
Ariel didn�t respond, just smiled. She was above it. Or so she
thought.
Cree�s toned, petite frame looked deceptively non-threatening,
but her nipples were a different story. Hard as diamonds and
jetting out like daggers, the result of a brutal ice treatment
that had her team rubbing her down for nearly ten minutes before
the bell. Her nipples were smaller than Ariel�s, but packed with
tension and menace. She strutted forward ****, grinning wide and
wicked.
The ref, standing between them, checked both women, then gave
the signal.
"Step up."
The fighters closed the gap until their nipples were mere inches
apart. The heat between them was electric.
Cree leaned in, eyes narrowed, and hissed, "Let�s see if those
fat **** of yours can even survive five minutes. I doubt it."
Ariel didn�t flinch, but her nipples tensed as she pulled her
shoulders back and tensed her pectoral muscles. She was ready.
"FIGHT!"
The bell rang.
Round 1 had begun.
The two fighters advanced, breasts forward, shoulders back,
torsos held taut. Their stiffened nipples connected with a soft
but audible tap. Both women flinched instinctively�no matter how
prepared, the first contact always sent a shock through the
nerves.
They began circling slowly, locking eyes, torsos undulating
slightly as each woman sought a dominant angle. The first
exchanges were sharp and mutual. Ariel jabbed her left breast
forward, catching Cree on the right nipple. Cree hissed, then
snapped back with a diagonal rake that scraped across Ariel�s
areola. Ariel winced but recovered fast, rotating her shoulders
and landing a thudding jab with her right.
The crowd roared as the fighters began exchanging rapid nipple
rakes and stabs. The contact was fast, brutal, and rhythmic�like
a sadistic dance. Neither gave ground initially.
But soon, things began to shift.
Cree�s ice-hardened nipples maintained their full, terrifying
stiffness. Ariel�s, under the intense friction and pain, were
starting to lose firmness. She knew it. Cree knew it.
"What�s wrong? Your not getting soft on me already?" Cree
taunted.
She rolled her shoulders and suddenly lunged forward, delivering
a brutal rake across both of Ariel�s nipples. Ariel gasped and
stumbled back.
Cree grinned wide. "That�s right. Run, b!tch. You feel that
burn? That�s me owning your t!ts."
Ariel backed up again, chest heaving, nipples tender and pink
from repeated strikes. Cree advanced, relentless, precise.
She drove forward, shoulders rotating, nipples lashing out like
tiny whips. Ariel tried to respond but couldn�t get her rhythm.
Her confidence was cracking. She grimaced through clenched teeth
as Cree�s right nipple poked deep into her left areola, leaving
a red mark.
Another rake. Then another.
But Cree wasn�t done. She leaned back for a moment, cocking her
shoulders like a predator, then lunged forward with a wicked
twist�dragging her rock-hard nipples across Ariel�s chest in a
crisscross pattern, forming a vicious "X" of pain across Ariel�s
already battered breasts.
Ariel screamed, staggering to the side, arms flailing.
"OMG!" Ariel screamed in agony, the sharp sting of Cree�s
ice-tipped nipples leaving a searing trail of fire across her
skin.
"Let me draw it for you," Cree hissed, her voice low and cruel.
She pressed back in and etched a slow, deliberate �Z� across
Ariel�s cleavage with three savage diagonal rakes�first downward
right, then back up to the left, then down again, forming a
blazing Zorro slash of red welts that crossed over Ariel�s
tender mounds.
Ariel�s legs buckled, and she almost dropped to one knee, her
breath caught in short, panicked gasps.
Cree towered over her, eyes blazing. "You feel that, princess?
That�s me branding you."
Ariel looked up, eyes glassy, mouth open in pain. Her red,
welted breasts throbbed with each heartbeat, sweat rolling down
her heaving cleavage.
Cree surged forward and slammed chest-to-chest. Ariel tried to
hold ground, but Cree angled her shoulders perfectly and pinned
Ariel�s right nipple flat against her chest, twisting it cruelly
with her hardened point.
Ariel whimpered, too stunned to cry out again. Cree leaned in,
her lips brushing Ariel�s ear.
"This isn�t a fight anymore," she whispered. "It�s a lesson."
"There it is," Cree growled, pressing harder. "Feel that? Right
there. That�s your nipple losing."
Ariel whimpered, trying to twist out, but Cree rotated again and
flattened both of Ariel�s nipples in a cruel double press.
Ariel�s eyes widened. She sucked in a sharp breath as she was
pushed until her back was pressed against the ropes.
The pain was immense. Her tender nipples were being crushed. Her
strength was failing.
Cree didn�t let up.
"Come on, you chubby crybaby. I want you to remember what it
felt like when your little princess nips got pinnned."
The ref leaned in. The pin was solid.
"ONE!"
Ariel shook her head, teeth clenched, trying to fight through.
"TWO!"
Tears welled in her eyes. She gasped again. Cree leaned forward
using her weight to pin Ariel's nipples tight. So tight that
they slowly started to invert.
"STOP! STOP!"
The ref instantly waved it off.
"SUBMISSION! ROUND ONE GOES TO CREE CICCHINO!"
The crowd erupted. Cree stepped back, raising her arms in
victory, her nipples still diamond-hard and triumphant.
Ariel collapsed to her knees, holding her chest, tears running
down her flushed cheeks while her breasts were streaked with red
welts. Kylie Jenner and Natalie Alyn Lind rushed to her side
from the Wicked Queens� corner, helping her up and shielding her
from the cheering crowd.
Cree turned to the crowd, arms wide, laughing.
"That�s right! One down! Big boobs, little heart! Way too easy!"
The Wannabees were on their feet, chanting her name.
Ariel Winter slumped on her stool, shaking. Her face was buried
on Natalie Alyn Lind�s shoulder, tears slipping silently down
her cheeks as she tried to steady her breathing. The pain
radiating through her chest was impossible to ignore�her breasts
were a mess. Red, scratched, stinging. Her nipples throbbed, raw
and swollen from Cree�s ruthless raking.
She hadn�t seen it coming. Not like this.
Natalie crouched beside her, gripping her arms tightly, eyes
wide with disbelief.
�What the hell was that?� Natalie demanded, scanning Ariel�s
battered chest with a mix of fury and concern.
Ariel turned away, her cheeks burning with shame. She couldn�t
meet Natalie�s gaze.
�I don�t know,� she whispered, her voice hoarse. �They�re doing
something... I don�t know what it is.� She paused, choking on
the words as her lips trembled. �Her nipples� it was like they
were ice picks. I couldn�t breathe. They just�cut right through
me. Like razors.�
Natalie�s brows furrowed, her grip on Ariel tightening.
�Obviously they iced her down. You think they tried something
else?�
Ariel gave a small nod, wiping her eyes. �I don�t know what they
did, but it wasn�t normal. That pain... it felt like cheating.�
Natalie took a breath, calming herself. �Look at me,� she said,
lifting Ariel�s chin gently. �None of that matters now. She
caught you off guard. That�s not happening again.�
Ariel�s breath hitched. Then steadied.
Natalie leaned in, voice sharp with confidence. �Now get out
there and flatten that big-mouthed little b!tch.�
Ariel clenched her jaw, her eyes darkening. She nodded slowly,
her pain now forged into something harder. Fiercer.
�She�s mine,� she growled.
And as the bell neared, Ariel stood�hurt, but far from done.
Cree Cicchino strutted back to her corner, hips swaying, chest
thrust out proudly as the crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and
gasps. She turned, blew a mocking kiss toward the stunned
audience, then smirked back over her shoulder.
�I hope the next round�s quicker,� she taunted, loud enough for
Ariel to hear. �These nipples don�t play around.�
Jayden Bartels leaned in from ringside, her grin stretching ear
to ear. �You got her now,� she purred. �She�s rattled. You own
those big air bags.�
Cree grabbed a towel, casually dabbing at the light sheen of
sweat between her breasts. �She�s mine,� she said coolly, eyes
still locked on Ariel�s broken posture. �But I�m not done yet.�
Jayden raised a brow. �You going for the kill?�
Cree chuckled, her voice low and wicked. �Oh no. Not yet. I want
her to feel it. To know it�s coming. I�m gonna use her as an
example for the rest of the plastics.�
She leaned back in her corner, arms resting on the ropes, her
tone dripping venom.
�I want to break her first. Really break her. Then I�ll put
Ariel down for good� and out of her misery.�
A flash of cruel delight sparked in her eyes. Cree wasn�t just
going to win.
She was going to make Ariel suffer.
Round 2 - Breast Striking
Ariel sat hunched forward on her stool, taking in gulps of air
as the adrenaline faded and the throbbing pain in her chest
returned with a vengeance. Only three minutes to recover between
rounds wasn�t enough. Natalie was already at her side, pressing
a fresh pack of ice to Ariel's aching breasts. Ariel winced and
pushed her away.
"You need this, Ariel," Natalie said firmly. "It'll numb the
pain."
"I said I'm fine," Ariel muttered through clenched teeth.
Kylie leaned in, her voice low and urgent. "You�re bigger than
her. Use it. Smash her flat. She can't handle your weight. Your
mass. Use it."
Ariel gave a slow nod. She'd been in a lot of brutal fights
before. She knew how fast things could change. Losing the first
round didn�t mean defeat. But winning the second? That could
shift everything
She rose from her stool with determination, her pink breasts
swaying with each step. The D-cups were still red from Cree's
raking attacks, but Ariel's eyes were locked on the smaller girl
across the ring.
Cree, on the other hand, was all energy and ego. She strutted in
place, practically bouncing on her toes. Her pert B-cups barely
moved as she warmed up, light and ready.
Jayden was in her ear, trying to keep her grounded. "Don�t get
cocky, Cree. That was a great round, but she�s still got the
size. Ariel�s going to come hard this round."
Darci joined in, quick and tactical. "Stay away from her. Jab,
poke, and back off. Make her work. She's slow. She�s sore.
You're faster, lighter. Use it."
Cree nodded with a grin. "I got this."
She glanced across the ring and mimed wiping away tears. Ariel
gave her nothing back, just slow, measured breaths. The bruises
were still fresh, the pain radiating, but she was focused. All
business.
"Ready, Elsie?" Cree teased. "Are you done crying now? Get ready
to get flattened?"
Ariel didn't respond.
Cree stepped closer looking directly at the damage she caused,
her lips curling into a smirk. "Oh my! I didn�t realize how
badly your boobs got owned. I'll go easy on you�at first."
Ariel�s nostrils flared as she stared her down unable to take
another taunt. "This isn�t over, little girl. Time to show you
what a real woman feels like."
Cree laughed. "So Miss Piggy has a tongue."
Both girls planted their hands on their hips and stepped into
each other. Cree's firm B-cups pressed into Ariel's larger
D-cups. Ariel felt her breasts yield slightly under the
pressure.
Cree smirked again.
The ref yelled, "FIGHT!"
Cree sprang into motion, light on her feet and brimming with
energy. She darted in, poking quick jabs and short crosses,
landing precise strikes on Ariel's chest. Ariel tried to counter
with heavy swings, but Cree was too fast, leaning back and
dancing out of range.
Ariel grunted with frustration. Cree was landing more shots, but
they weren�t hard. They were surgical. They stung. And they were
scoring.
Cree circled with unending motion, her feet never still. Ariel
was heavier, more stationary, her body working hard just to
pivot and turn. Her back foot was slipping with each deep breath
as she tried to keep up with Cree's torrid pace.
Three minutes into the round, Ariel had yet to land anything
meaningful and she could feel the round slipping away.
"Come on, you little b!tch! Quit running and fight me!" Ariel
snarled.
The ref motioned at Cree. "Engage."
Ariel steadied herself.
Cree danced forward.
BAM!
Ariel unleashed a looping arching right that caught Cree�s
breasts full on. The smaller girl staggered back, shocked by the
sudden force.
Ariel seized the moment. As soon as Cree planted her back foot
to regain balance, Ariel came under with a thunderous uppercut.
Cree reeled from the crushing blow. Her smirk was gone, replaced
by clenched teeth.
Cree responded with two quick shots that found Ariel's ribs and
breast, but Ariel barely flinched. With a roar, she unleashed
another swiping side swing that sent Cree stumbling.
Momentum shifted.
Cree tried to bob in, jab, then dart away, but Ariel had her
timing now.
Then Cree stepped too close and Ariel dropped the hammer.
Her massive D-cups smashed down from above, catching the top of
Cree's breasts. The impact flattened them downward with brutal
force. Cree gasped, her chest convulsing in pain, eyes wide with
shock.
But Ariel wasn�t done.
She stepped in, planting her feet like a prizefighter and
launched into a savage breast barrage. Her left breast shot
forward�SMACK!�catching Cree square on the sternum. Before Cree
could even stumble back, Ariel followed up with a brutal
right�WHAP!�that sent Cree backpedaling.
"Let�s see how you like it now, wh0re!" Ariel snarled, driving
forward, throwing stiff, piston-like breast shots�left, right,
left again�each one thudding into Cree�s chest like a
sledgehammer.
Cree�s body jerked with every impact, arms instinctively trying
to cover, but Ariel was too fast, too furious. Her technique was
tight, crisp�straight lungees with her breasts, each strike
landing with maximum torque and precision.
Another left rocked Cree�s right breast. A follow-up right
slammed into her left, crushing the soft mound inward and making
her grunt.
Cree was staggering, legs trembling, completely on the
defensive.
Ariel stayed on her, relentless, driving her back step by step
until Cree�s back hit the ropes with a jolt.
"You�re on the ropes now, big shot," Ariel hissed through
gritted teeth, chest glistening, breathing hard but steady.
"Time to finish what you started."
Then, with a fierce twist of her hips, Ariel unleashed
devastation�her right D-cup arcing forward like a cannonball
fired point-blank.
CRACK!
The massive breast slammed into Cree�s chest with bone-jarring
force, the sound echoing like a gunshot. The shockwave lifted
Cree clean off the mat�airborne for a heartbeat�before gravity
yanked her back down.
She crashed to the canvas in a violent sprawl, arms flung wide,
legs twisted, her eyes fluttering in stunned disbelief as her
body skidded to a stop.
Cree wasn�t just down. She was wrecked.
The crowd erupted.
The bell rang.
Cree tried to rise, not realizing the round was over. She
stumbled forward then tripped over her own feet and collapsed
face-first, arms and legs sprawled still dazed.
Ariel raised her hands in triumph.
Natalie rushed in and hugged her tight.
Across the ring, Jayden and Darci scrambled to help Cree up and
back to her stool. The younger fighter blinked, glassy-eyed.
Jayden looked her over. "You okay, Cree?"
Cree gave a weak nod, lips parted as she tried to catch her
breath.
�They're like bags of wet sand.
Round Two had ended�but everything had changed.
The score was even.
But the balance of power had flipped.
Ariel stood tall in the center of the ring, titst rising and
falling with calm, controlled breaths. Her back was straight,
chin high, eyes locked on her opponent. The pain she�d taken?
Forgotten. Replaced by fire.
Across from her, Cree looked like a storm-hit wreck. Her body
was hunched over, arms limp at her sides, her chest glowing red
and throbbing with every breath. Her legs wobbled beneath her.
Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, as if she were still trying to
figure out what had just hit her�and how hard.
The round was over� but the fight was nowhere near finished.
And now, it was a different war�one Ariel intended to win on her
terms.
The hunter and the hunted had switched places.
And Cree knew it.
Round 3:
Momentum may have shifted to Ariel at the end of Round 2, but
Cree Cicchino wasn�t backing down�not yet. As Jayden and Darci
worked quickly in her corner, Cree winced and clutched her
aching chest. Her pert B-cups throbbed, still stinging from the
crushing end of the last round. Yet her eyes were laser focused.
"You OK, Cree?" Jayden asked, crouched in close.
Cree nodded weakly. "Yeah. They're throbbing right now but I
just need a minute."
Darci leaned in next. "Ariel is bigger and stronger, but you're
firmer. She�s going to try and flatten you again, but you�ve got
strength where it counts. Lock your hands behind her back and
dig in with your thumbs, low, in the small of her back. Trust
me�her back will seize up. You just need to outlast her."
Cree nodded again. She had cardio on her side, and if she could
just keep the pressure on Ariel�s weaknesses, she had a shot.
She wasn�t ready to lose.
Across the ring, Ariel Winter was still gulping air, her chest
rising and falling heavily. Natalie Alyn Lind knelt beside her,
rubbing ice along the sides of her breasts.
Ariel swatted her away. "I don�t need it. I�ll flatten that
little twerp."
Natalie grinned. "Then go crush her."
The bell rang. Both corners erupted.
The two fighters met dead center in the ring, locking hands like
magnets pulled by fury. Ariel�s arms swept behind Cree�s back,
wrists locking tight. But Cree responded instantly�going low,
her arms wrapping around the small of Ariel�s back, thumbs
pressing with pinpoint precision into right above the tail bone
"Nghhh," Ariel grunted, muscles tensing.
They squeezed into one another, torsos mashed tight, shoulders
rotating violently. Ariel�s larger D-cup breasts encompassed
Cree�s pert rack completely, pressing the smaller girl into her
orbit, but Cree held her ground, groaning under the weight, yet
pushing back. They were cheek to cheek, arms trembling.
Cree leaned in and hissed in Ariel�s ear.
"Feel that? That�s your big saggy breasts breaking down."
Ariel winced, her eyes fluttering as Cree pushed upward with
surprising strength. Despite Ariel�s clear size advantage,
Cree�s tighter frame and low leverage were taking a toll,
driving hard beneath her with relentless pressure.
Ariel gasped, the pressure under her chest relentless, her body
trembling from the strain. Cree�s positioning was
brutal�strategic and unyielding as her nipples poked holes into
Ariel's soft flesh.
"What�s the matter, big girl?" Cree taunted, her breath hot with
adrenaline. "You can always give up. Just say the word and your
nightmare will be over."
But Ariel had had enough. She bent her knees, summoned her core
strength, and lifted. Cree�s feet left the mat entirely, legs
dangling as Ariel hoisted her like a ragdoll.
Cree gasped, then yelped as Ariel shook her wildly, causing her
body to whip side to side. The crowd erupted. But even mid-air,
Cree stayed with the plan. Her thumbs drilled deeper into
Ariel�s back, finding the nerve cluster Darci had told her
about.
Pain lanced through Ariel. Her spine arched, and her knees
trembled.
"Gahh�dammit!"
Ariel had to let her down.
The second Cree touched the mat, she swept her leg behind
Ariel�s calf and drove forward. Ariel stumbled, off-balance�and
then they crashed to the canvas in a heap.
Cree�s slender frame landed squarely atop Ariel�s torso. The
impact slammed the breath from Ariel�s lungs while her breasts
took the brunt of the impact almost sliding up into her face as
Cree's body slid forward.
The ref rushed in and separated them. Cree staggered back to her
corner, arms up, breathing hard. Ariel remained curled on her
side, gasping like a fish out of water.
The count began.
1�
2�
3�
Natalie was screaming from the ropes. "Get up, Ariel! Get the
**** up!"
4�
5�
Ariel�s chest heaved.
6�
7�
She grabbed the ropes.
8�
She pulled herself up. Just barely.
The ref signaled them back in. Cree came charging in, locking up
again. Her thumbs immediately dug low again�but this time, Ariel
had a plan.
She surged forward, arms wrapping tight around Cree�s ribs. She
squeezed.
Cree screamed.
Ariel was using her size now�turning the tide again. Her arms
dug in, crushing ribs and flattening Cree�s sides. Cree�s grip
loosened. Ariel leaned back, adjusted her position.
And then gravity did the rest.
Ariel�s massive breasts settled on top of Cree�s smaller chest.
The difference in mass was devastating. Cree's B-cups were
squashed beneath the weight, pressed painfully flat against her
ribs.
"How�s that feel, little girl?" Ariel hissed. "Tap out, and
maybe you�ll wear a bra again someday."
Cree was defiant. Through clenched teeth: "N� Never."
But her face was contorting in pain.
Ariel lifted her slightly, giving her a cruel moment of
hope�then slammed her back down, letting her heavy chest drop
onto Cree's once again. Cree shrieked, her feet kicking
uselessly behind her.
The repeated compression was brutal. Ariel was in full control,
her confidence back. With every drop, Cree�s resistance wilted a
bit more.
"You�re breaking," Ariel whispered.
Cree whimpered. Her arms weakening by the second.
Natalie screamed from ringside. "End it, Ariel! Flatten her
out!"
Ariel grinned, eyes locked on her rival�s tear-streaked face.
She hoisted Cree one more time� then launched forward.
Both fighters flew into the air.
The slam was catastrophic.
134 pounds of Ariel Winter came crashing down atop Cree with all
the momentum of a finishing move.
The canvas shook.
The crowd gasped.
And Cree didn�t move.
She lay motionless, limbs splayed, breasts flattened, eyes
glazed over.
The ref didn�t even count. He waved it off.
The fight was over.
Ariel rolled off, gasping but triumphant. Natalie rushed in and
hugged her.
"Way to smash that little big mouth," Natalie grinned. "She
deserved it."
Ariel was too winded to speak. She knelt there, chest heaving,
drenched in sweat, breasts reddened, scratched, and sore�but
victorious.
Jayden and Darci were at Cree�s side now, fanning her, wiping
the sweat from hr face. She was slowly waking up, blinking
through the haze but unable to get up on her own.
Ariel glanced over.
"Just wait until she wakes up," she muttered. "She�ll never
forget what real power feels like."
The medics helped Cree to a seated position. She was conscious
but couldn�t stand. Her eyes were puffy, her lips parted in
disbelief. Her once firm breasts were hanging low on her chest
and were covered in bruises and welts.
Darci wrapped a towel around her.
"You fought hard, Cree. But she was just too much."
Too much weight. Too much power. Too much Ariel.
Cree nodded slowly. "f$ck her!"
Round 3�and the fight�belonged to Ariel Winter.
Post-Fight: The Humiliation of Cree Cicchino
Ariel sat on her knees, chest still rising and falling from the
exhausting war she just survived. Her arms hung heavy, but the
triumphant fire in her eyes was unmistakable
.
Cree began to stir. The medics had just backed off, confirming
she wasn�t seriously injured�at least not physically. Jayden
Bartels tried to protect her young brash fighter, but Ariel
pushed in, giving her a firm shove.
"Back off," Ariel said flatly, her tone making Jayden pause
mid-step. "Unless you want to take her place."
Jayden looked torn, but she knew better than to provoke Ariel
now. This wasn�t a fight anymore�this was something else.
Something personal. Something earned
Ariel knelt beside Cree and gave her a few light slaps to the
cheek. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to bring her back.
"Wake up, princess," Ariel cooed mockingly. "Your curtain call�s
not over yet."
Cree�s eyes fluttered open, confusion written across her
face�until she saw Ariel looming over her. Her face twisted in
frustration and realization, then shame.
"Wha� what are you�?" Cree muttered, dazed and weak.
Ariel grabbed her by the wrist and hair, dragging her up to her
knees. "You had so much to say before the fight. All those
jokes. All that trash talk. Now what?" she growled, bending down
until they were eye to eye.
Cree didn�t respond. She was breathing heavily, her mouth open
as if trying to form a comeback. But the words weren�t there.
She was beaten�badly�and she knew it.
Ariel reached out and flicked one of Cree�s damp bangs from her
face. "I�ve been on the losing end before," she whispered. "I
know how it feels. But see, I�ve mostly own girls like you. And
I never forget a loudmouth."
With calm, deliberate confidence, Ariel stepped forward and
grabbed Cree by her damp hair. She hauled her up just enough,
then slipped a leg in and guided the defeated brunette over her
knee�not violently, but with the commanding authority of someone
who had earned every right to do it. The audience gasped as Cree
gave a startled cry, her body folding over Ariel�s thigh in an
almost symbolic act of surrender.
�You talked big,� Ariel said low enough for only Cree�and the
front row�to hear, �but in the end, your little bittie titties
couldn�t back it up.�
Cree tried to wriggle free, but Ariel calmly pressed a palm to
her back, holding her down with firm, measured control. The
audience watched in stunned silence, unsure of what was coming
next.
Then, with a smirk, Ariel reached down and tugged at the
waistband of Cree�s thong, twisting the fabric tight. The sharp
motion pulled a yelp from Cree as she squirmed, humiliated, the
discomfort of the wedgie clear on her face. Ariel gave the
garment one last tug before the tension finally snapped it with
a dramatic rip. She held the ruined piece of fabric high above
her head, twirled it like a trophy, then launched it toward
Jayden, who caught it with a stunned look.
The arena roared.
Ariel wasn�t done.
She raised her right hand slowly, fingers spread, letting the
tension build. The crowd quieted, holding its collective breath.
Then�
SMACK.
The sound of Ariel's palm landing on Cree's tight butt cheek
echoed through the venue like a gunshot. Cree jolted.
�ONE!� the crowd shouted.
SMACK.
�TWO!�
Each crisp slap of Ariel�s palm was met with an even louder
count from the fans. Ariel remained stone-faced, each spank a
punctuation mark in her total dominance.
�THREE!�
�FOUR!�
�FIVE!�
By the time the crowd reached �TEN!�, Cree�s cheeks were flushed
bright red with a few clearly defined hand prints etched on her
round cheeks. Cree's pride was bruised as was her body. Ariel
let her hand rest for a beat gently tracing the contours of
Cree's warm cheeks, then gently slid the brunette off her knee,
letting her slump to the canvas in a heap.
The arena exploded in cheers as Ariel stood tall, towering over
her fallen foe, chest heaving and jaw set in victory.
If Cree Cicchino�or any of the cocky Wannabee fans�thought the
worst was over, they were dead wrong.
Ariel Winter wasn�t done. Not even close.
Victory alone wasn�t enough. Not after the trash talk. Not after
the smug smirks. Not after Cree�s endless needling.
Ariel wanted more than a win�she wanted finality.
She wanted Cree to remember exactly who broke her.
The woman who beat her down.
The woman whose breasts had conquered hers.
And reigned without mercy.
Without a word, Ariel used her boot to gently roll the groaning
brunette onto her back. Cree barely stirred, arms sprawled, her
chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. Ariel stood tall over
her, her shadow casting a long, ominous silhouette.
Then, with the precision of a fighter and the flair of a
performer, Ariel bent her knees and dropped�landing with full
weight of her booty across Cree�s stomach. The impact drove the
air from Cree�s lungs with a loud, pitiful gasp, her legs
jolting up as her torso jackknifed beneath the crushing force.
The crowd winced at the brutality. Ariel didn�t move.
Instead, she bounced once.
Then again.
Each time, Cree let out a choked wheeze, too weak to fight back.
Ariel finally reached forward, grabbing Cree�s wrists and
pinning them above her head, locking her down completely. The
visual was stunning�one woman utterly dominant, the other broken
beneath her.
Ariel leaned in, her massive breasts pressing forward, shadows
shifting as her toned frame lowered closer and closer to Cree�s
panicked, wide-eyed face.
�Still feeling tough?� Ariel whispered. �Still think you can
talk your way out of this?�
Cree shook her head, defiant but trembling. She clenched her
jaw, trying to find courage, but her strength was spent.
Ariel smirked. Then, in a taunting rhythm, she rolled her
shoulders side to side, letting the motion sway her D-cups over
her rival�slow, methodical, and merciless. The motion became
deliberate, theatrical, each movement building tension in the
air.
Then�
SLAP.
SLAP.
The sound of impact echoed through the arena�not fists, but the
sheer audacity of the humiliating dominance of one woman's
breasts slapping the remaining fight from another. Cree�s head
snapped side to side from the contact, her body twitching
beneath Ariel�s weight.
SLAP.
SLAP.
By the tenth strike, Cree�s eyes were fluttering, rolling back
as the breast slaps simply overwhelmed her. Her arms were
pinned, her body trapped, and her will to resist shattered.
Ariel leaned down, face inches from her foe, and said just loud
enough for the front row to hear:
�You�ve officially tasted defeat, sweetheart.�
The crowd roared, some cheering, others stunned into silence by
the ruthless display of one woman stealing the fighting spirit
from another.
Ariel Winter had toyed with Cree long enough. The crowd knew it.
So did Cree.
Now it was time to make a statement.
Cree lay beneath her, dazed and breathless, her body quivering
from the punishing barrage. Ariel looked down at the
once-defiant "Wannabee" and narrowed her eyes. She was done
playing. She was here to finish it.
With deliberate confidence, Ariel leaned forward�and dropped the
hammer.
Cree�s eyes widened as Ariel�s powerful chest descended,
blotting out the bright overhead lights. It was the last thing
she saw before her world went dark. Ariel�s curves enveloped
Cree�s face, smothering any remaining fight. There was no room
to squirm, no way to breathe. It wasn�t flashy�it was final.
Ariel didn�t need tricks or theatrics. She didn�t need to
tighten the hold or bring her elbows in tight. She had more than
enough up top to finish this on her terms.
Seconds passed. Cree�s legs gave a weak twitch, her toes ever so
faintly wiggled but her arms didn�t rise. Her resistance faded
quickly, smothered beneath Ariel�s overwhelming dominance. Her
body spasmed then went still, her breath no longer escaping hr
lips.
The referee stepped in and gave Ariel a firm tap on the
shoulder.
�Time's up, Ariel. Gt off of her.�
Ariel slowly lifted herself, standing tall and composed,
victorious in every sense of the word. She looked down at the
motionless body of Cree Cicchino, utterly silenced, utterly
broken.
The crowd roared.
Ariel Winter hadn�t just won.
She ruled.
Natalie Alyn Lind stepped between the ropes, clapping slowly,
her face beaming with approval.
�That,� she said, placing a hand on Ariel�s shoulder, �is how
you silence a loudmouth.�
Ariel didn�t reply right away. She looked down at Cree, who was
lying there motionless, humiliated, and broken in front of
thousands.
�Let this be a reminder,� Ariel said at last, her voice loud and
clear for the whole arena to hear. �Little big mouths write
checks their bodies can�t cash.�
Ariel looked over at the Wannabee's and flipped them off.
Jayden had to be held back by her teammates, fury burning in her
eyes.
�You crossed the line, Winters! You think this is over? When we
come back, it�s hitting you ten times harder.�
Ariel and Natalie just laughed, tossing a smug glance over their
shoulders as they strolled out of the ring without a care in the
world.
Ariel Winter wins by 3[sup]rd[/sup] round breast slam takedown
Team Badass Barbies-Wicked Queens 1 - The Wannabees 0
Witten by the Badass Barbies
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