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Match 02 - Madiison Beer vs Genevieve Hannelius
By: BadAssBunnies Date: April 19, 2025, 2:39 pm
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[font=arial]Match 2 - Build-Up[/font]
[font=arial] Madison Beer 34C
vs Genevieve Hannelius 34C[/font]
[font=arial]
https://i.imgur.com/HDdUWuW.png[/font]
[font=arial]Madison Beer Badass Barbies vs. Genevieve
Hannelius The Wannabees[/font]
[font=arial]Early Las Vegas Odds:[/font]
[font=arial]
Madison Beer: -130 Favorite[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve Hannelius: +110 Underdog[/font]
[font=arial]Fighter Breakdown:[/font]
[font=arial]Madison Beer � �Pop Princess Punisher�[/font]
[list]
[li][font=arial]Age: 25[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Stable: Badass Barbies[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Bust Size: 34C[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Strengths: Show-stopping confidence, upper body
control, fan-favorite flair[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Weaknesses: Gets emotional and reckless when
taunted[/font][/li]
[/list]
[font=arial]Madison Beer has never been one to back down from a
spotlight�or a scrap. After watching Ariel dominate Cree in the
opening bout, Madison is determined to keep the momentum rolling
for the Barbies and Wicked Queens alliance. With perfectly toned
curves and a flair for the dramatic, Madison brings both fashion
and fury into the ring.[/font]
[font=arial]She's been spotted training with Kylie Jenner and
Sydney Sweeney at �The Dollhouse,� hammering padded torsos with
chest sways and bouncing drills. Her specialty? �Cup Crushes��a
vicious technique where she rams forward with her upper torso in
repeated timed bursts.[/font]
[font=arial]On Social Media:[/font]
[font=arial]
�I�ve got the same size rack as her. The difference is� mine are
just better. Better shape, better mass, better nipples. G,
you�re going DOWN.�[/font]
[font=arial]
(Captioned under a slow-motion video of Madison leaning out a
car window hr heaving bosom hanging out.)[/font]
https://i.imgur.com/3qfonh6.gif
[font=arial]Genevieve Hannelius � �The Sweetheart
Switchblade�[/font]
[list]
[li][font=arial]Age: 25[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Stable: The Wannabees[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Bust Size: 34C[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Strengths: Tight toned muscular frame,
tenacity, razor-sharp focus[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Weaknesses: Inconsistent under
pressure[/font][/li]
[/list] [font=arial]Genevieve�or �G� as her fans call her�might
not be the loudest fighter in the stable, but she�s the one you
don�t want to underestimate. While Cree plays the mouthpiece for
the Wannabees, G is the scalpel�calm, deadly, and
precise.[/font]
[font=arial]After watching her teammate get crushed in Bout #1,
G is taking this personally. She�s been silent on social media
for most of the week�until today, when she posted a single
picture:[/font]
[font=arial]
Her back to the camera, bra unclasped, and a caption:[/font]
[font=arial]
�Maddy's going to wish that Ashley Benson was beating her ass
again after she goes breast to breast with me.�[/font]
[font=arial](Captioned under a video of clearly agitated
Genevieve in a white halter top counting out why she is going to
smash Madison)[/font]
https://i.imgur.com/jrjPXhu.gif
[font=arial]G has been training in a mirrored studio doing
synchronized upper body strikes while working on breath control
and grip techniques. Sources say she�s been focusing on �X
press��a rarely seen move used to pin the opponents
nipples.[/font]
[font=arial]The Trash Talk: It�s Personal Now[/font]
[font=arial]After Ariel�s come from behind performance, the
Badass Barbies and Wicked Queens haven�t let up on the trash
talk�especially Madison.[/font]
[font=arial]On IG Live, Madison grinned at the camera while
wearing a pink sports bra, her chest glistening from
sweat:[/font]
[font=arial]
�Aril was just the appetizer. G�s the main course. And guess
what? I eat sweethearts like her for breakfast.�[/font]
[font=arial]In response, G posted a rare clip of her training:
silent, eyes focused, as she bounced rapidly on her toes, chest
flexing with precision.[/font]
[font=arial]
Overlay text: �Let�s see if you�re still smirking when you�re
gasping under this perfect pair of C-cups. These are all real,
t!ts. No plastic like Madison.�[/font]
[font=arial]Even Kylie Jenner jumped into the fray again:[/font]
[font=arial]
�One Wannaloser down. Madison�s about to make it two. The
Wannabees can run their mouths all day�but that can�t save them
from getting smothered.�[/font]
[font=arial]Vegas Takes Notice[/font]
T[font=arial]his fight is way closer than the first. With both
fighters sporting matching34C busts and a similar age and frame,
the line is tight. Still, Madison�s reputation and Barbie-brand
aura give her a slight edge.[/font]
[font=arial]Updated Vegas Odds:[/font]
[list]
[li][font=arial]Madison Beer: -110[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Genevieve Hannelius: +105[/font][/li]
[/list][font=arial]Prop Bets:[/font]
[list]
[li][font=arial]First telling strike: Genevieve
(-120)[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]First taunt during contact: Madison
(-140)[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Knockdown by breast slam: Yes
(-115)[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Post-match pose over opponent: Madison
(-150)[/font][/li]
[/list][font=arial]Final Thoughts Before the Bell[/font]
[font=arial]This bout is the closest in the bracket�a true C-cup
clash where there�s no clear size advantage. But don�t be fooled
by the symmetry. These women are fighting for pride, position,
and the future of their stables.[/font]
[font=arial]Round 1 � Nipple Combat[/font]
[font=arial]The room is cool but electric, the canvas
illuminated by a single overhead spotlight. Two figures stand at
opposite corners of the breast-to-breast arena: Madison Beer,
dripping with icy confidence, her nipples diamond-hard against
her tanned, high-sitting C-cups; and Genevieve Hannelius,
leaner, paler, her breasts glistening from a fresh coat of
chilled mist. Her nipples stand out like twin spears, pink and
sharp.[/font]
[font=arial]The ref steps between them and declares.[/font]
[font=arial]�This is Round 1. Nipple combat only. No hands, no
punches. Just tit to tit� and nipple to nipple.�[/font]
[font=arial]The bell rings.[/font]
[font=arial]They step forward, firm bare chests swaying leading
the way like ancient warriors brandishing spears. There�s no
hesitation�only impact.[/font]
[font=arial]PLAP![/font]
[font=arial]Their nipples collide dead center. A frozen silence
ripples through the crowd as both women grunt, shifting hips for
better pressure. They lean in, breasts flattened in a perfect
mirror, nipples locked in a fierce poke-and-press.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve lets out a soft hiss. Madison
smirks.[/font]
[font=arial]�Already squeaking? Maybe I�ll teach you how to
sing.�[/font]</blockquote> </blockquote> [font=arial]But Gen
snarls back, eyes locked on Madison�s chest.[/font]
[font=arial]�I�m just warming up, you plastic piece of sh!t
Barbie.�[/font]</blockquote> </blockquote> [font=arial]Suddenly,
Genevieve twists her torso slightly, angling her left nipple for
a rake across Madison�s exposed right areola. Madison flinches
as the pink spear drags across sensitive skin.[/font]
[font=arial]Ohh my, that one stung, huh?� Gen grins, following
up with another sharp rake. �Better moisturize those
C-cups.�[/font]
[font=arial]Madison snarls and presses forward full-force, both
nipples slamming into Gen�s with a meaty thock. The echo draws
gasps from the crowd.[/font]
[font=arial]�You want pain?� Madison growls. �Let�s dig
in.�[/font]</blockquote> </blockquote> [font=arial]Now Madison
takes control. Her nipples stab again and again, poking like
hardened drills, peppering Gen�s pale targets with rapid-fire
stabs. Gen stumbles back, gritting her teeth, breasts red and
inflamed already.[/font]
[font=arial]�Don�t run, little Wannaloser,� Madison taunts,
chest bouncing forward. �You�re supposed to be fighting, not
flinching.�[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve steadies herself, breathing heavily.
Madison�s rhythm is relentless�each press feels like glass
scraping skin. She tries to angle for a nipple trap, attempting
a pin attempt by using her firm breast base to push Gen�s left
nipple downward.[/font]
[font=arial]�Five seconds,� the ref says, watching
closely.[/font]
[font=arial]One. Two�[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve twists her upper body hard, breaking the
pin with a gasp and a defiant shove of her chest.[/font]
[font=arial]�You�re not flattening these nips yet,
****.�[/font]</blockquote> </blockquote> [font=arial]Both women
step back, chest to chest again, sweat beginning to glisten
across their cleavage.[/font]
[font=arial]Then�Genevieve lowers her chin and lunges.[/font]
[font=arial]With a whip-like twist of her shoulders, she slashes
her right nipple across both of Madison�s, a double nipple rake
that causes Madison�s breath to catch audibly.[/font]
[font=arial]�You feel that?� Gen smirks, her voice a sultry
growl. �That�s the difference between posing� and
piercing.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison tries to rally with a direct nipple stab,
but Gen absorbs the blow and counters with a series of circular
rubs�grinding her hardened tips against Madison�s in tight,
sharp spirals.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison gasps. Her left nipple is starting to pinken
and swell and the throbbing pain shoots through her
spine.[/font]
[font=arial]�Yours feel like limp wet noodles,� Genevieve
whispers, leaning close enough to let her breath fog over
Madison�s neck. �Maybe all that ice was just for show.[/font]
[font=arial]�You wish,� Madison hisses through clenched teeth.
�Your little pencil erasers can�t dent me.�[/font]</blockquote>
</blockquote> [font=arial]�No?� Gen rasps. �Let�s see if they
can invert you.�[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve presses in tight, pushing her nipples
directly into Madison�s, angling upward, applying calculated
pressure�nipples against nipples, dead center. Madison�s eyes
widen as her right tip begins to retreat, flattening slightly
under Gen�s unrelenting assault.[/font]
[font=arial]�Hold� HOLD�� the ref commands, checking the form.
Gen�s nipples are like steel spikes, her technique
laser-focused.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison growls, summoning everything. With a primal
grunt, she bucks her chest upward, using the full firmness of
her breasts to dislodge the inversion attempt.[/font]
[font=arial]�You wanna push my nips in?� Madison snarls, chest
heaving. �I�ll push yours through your f$cking spine.�[/font]
[font=arial]Now it�s rage and muscle. Madison presses back with
brutal efficiency. Her nipples stab�deep and punishing�like
she�s fencing with blades. Genevieve�s tight frame wobbles with
each hit. Her nipples are still sharp�but they�re starting to
tremble, starting to yield to Madison's unrelenting
pressure.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison leans in, her voice cold and low:[/font]
[font=arial]�I�m not here to edge out a win, sweetheart. I�m
here to break you.�[/font]</blockquote> </blockquote>
[font=arial]She goes for a double stab�both nipples pressing
into Gen�s at once, in a brutal X-motion. Genevieve cries out,
her legs buckling.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve tries to back off, but Madison lunges
forward bullying the young Wannabee into the ropes. She drops
her torso half an inch, trapping both of Genevieve�s nipples
beneath her own, flattening them to the breastbone with expert
leverage.[/font]
[font=arial]One� Two� Three� Four�[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve twists, groaning, but Madison holds
steady, face flushed with effort, shoulders leaning
heavy.[/font]
[font=arial]FIV. . . [/font]
[font=arial]The refs hand almost comes back down but Gen squirms
her way out of the pin.[/font]
[font=arial]�No Pin! No Pin!�[/font]
[font=arial]Kylie and Natalie are furious.[/font]
[font=arial]�Go back to kindergarten and learn how to f$cking
count!� Screams Natalie.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve stumbles back her nipples bright red and
visibly shaking. Madison�s are flushed too�but still standing
proud and stiff.[/font]
[font=arial]She walks a slow circle around Gen, nipples bobbing
with smug purpose.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve�s knees trembled beneath her. Sweat poured
down her flushed face, warm droplets dripping on her cleavage.
Her chest heaved with each breath, her body coated in the
physical toll of the brutal war she and Madison had been waging
for what felt like an eternity. But her eyes�though bloodshot
and rimmed with strain�still burned with fire. Refusal.
Rage.[/font]
[font=arial]Across from her, Madison stood tall and steady,
chest rising slowly, her expression confident, even taunting.
Her lips curled into a crooked smile as she tilted her head
slightly.[/font]
[font=arial]�You done yet?� Madison asked coolly, voice low and
cutting. �Or do you want me to humiliate you one more
time?�[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve�s nostrils flared. Her pride, her pain,
her fury�all twisted into a raw guttural scream as she launched
herself forward again, teeth gritted, body trembling but
determined. The crowd gasped as the two women collided with a
loud damp splat, bodies slamming together, sweat flying off
their glistening skin in a spray of effort.[/font]
[font=arial]Their chests clashed with a thunderous slap,
skin-on-skin contact echoing through the arena like a shot. It
was pure, focused aggression now�no fancy moves, no hesitation.
Nipples locked again, harder, sharper, and angrier than before.
They moved with a terrifying precision, striking with pinpoint
accuracy, rubbing with evil intent each clash drawing audible
groans from both women.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve clenched her jaw, ignoring the burning
pain surging through her chest. Each impact now made her feel
like her entire torso was splintering. But she didn�t stop.
Couldn�t. Wouldn�t. Her pride screamed louder than the
pain.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison grunted as the battle raged on, but she was
relentless. Her superior conditioning and discipline began to
show now. While Genevieve�s strikes became more desperate and
wild, Madison�s were measured, brutal, merciless. She didn�t
just meet Genevieve�s attacks�she countered them with calm,
crushing control.[/font]
[font=arial]Step by step, Madison began to bully forward. With
each brutal collision, Genevieve was forced backward. Inch by
inch. Her feet scraped the canvas, struggling to hold ground,
but it was no use.[/font]
[font=arial]Thud.[/font]
[font=arial]Another stab. Another groan.[/font]
[font=arial]Smack.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve�s shoulders brushed the ropes.[/font]
[font=arial]Wack.[/font]
[font=arial]A sharp gasp escaped her lips as Madison drove in
again, this time twisting just enough to angle her chest and
deliver a sharp poking rake that made Genevieve moan.[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd rose as one, the arena holding its
collective breath.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison�s eyes locked on her opponent, calculating,
almost surgical now. She saw the weakness. Smelled the collapse.
She stepped in close�too close for Genevieve to regain
distance�and began driving forward in methodical, powerful,
punishing rakes.[/font]
[font=arial]Each poke forced Genevieve�s back to arch further
into the ropes, her body trapped in a helpless half-bend.
Madison�s chest bore down mercilessly, her nipples like daggers
pushing Genevieve�s aside, dominating the space and pushing hers
painfully out of alignment.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve gasped.[/font]
[font=arial]Then whimpered.[/font]
[font=arial]Her arms shook at her sides, hands curled into fists
but useless. There was nothing to do now but endure� or
surrender.[/font]
[font=arial]�I can keep this up all night,� Madison hissed. �But
I can see that you're weak little nips are about done.�[/font]
[font=arial]A shudder passed through Genevieve�s body. Her knees
wobbled. Her jaw clenched so tight it hurt. But her eyes�those
proud, seething eyes�were filling with tears.[/font]
[font=arial]Another side to side rake.[/font]
[font=arial]Another poke.[/font]
[font=arial]An even louder whimper.[/font]
[font=arial]�Give. It. Up.�[/font]
[font=arial]Madison�s words were low, each one delivered with a
nipple to nipple poke that shook Genevieve to her core. Her
nipples�flattened, pushed sideways, overwhelmed�burned like they
were on fire.[/font]
[font=arial]Her breath hitched. Her chest trembled. Her nipples
throbbed from the relentless pressure, crushed beneath Madison�s
iron will. She could feel them being bent and twisted, flattened
and bullied against her will until every nerve screamed. And
Madison wasn�t relenting. Not for one second.[/font]
[font=arial]�I can keep this up all night,� Madison sneered, her
voice low and vicious, a predator enjoying the helpless shudders
beneath her. �But I can see your weak nips are about
done.�[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve�s lips parted in a gasp, but no words
came. Just the softest of whimpers.[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd sensed it�so did Madison. The end was
coming. Genevieve�s arms hung at her sides, fists clenched but
useless. She was trapped in this violent ballet of pain,
dominance, and humiliation. She wasn�t just being beaten�she was
being dismantled piece by piece by a clearly better rack.[/font]
[font=arial]Tears welled in her eyes.[/font]
[font=arial]Her knees trembled.[/font]
[font=arial]But somewhere deep inside her, something snapped�not
in surrender, but in defiance.[/font]
[font=arial]No![/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve's breath drew ragged and furious. She
wasn�t done. She wasn�t some broken toy to be discarded. She was
fire. Rage. Pride. And Madison had just made the mistake of
thinking she�d won too early.[/font]
[font=arial]With a guttural scream that pierced the tension like
lightning, Genevieve lunged forward.[/font]
[font=arial]Her first swing came wild, reckless, but it
connected. Madison�s head jerked to the side from the slap.
Shock registered in her eyes.[/font]
[font=arial]Another swing scraped across Madison�s chest,
sending her backward until she was resting on her back
foot.[/font]
[font=arial]�WHAT THE�� Madison began, but Genevieve didn�t let
her finish.[/font]
[font=arial]Left poke. Right jab. Another left poke.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison staggered. Her balance faltered.[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd erupted.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve was alive and she was furious.[/font]
[font=arial]Her strikes weren�t clean, weren�t pretty�but they
were savage. They raked across Madison�s chest and sides,
leaving red trails that bloomed across her skin. With each
press, Genevieve reclaimed territory, forcing Madison backward,
backpedaling like a boxer caught flat-footed.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison tried to regroup, to bring her own pressure
back to bear, but Genevieve was relentless now.[/font]
[font=arial]"You thought I�d fold?" Genevieve hissed, landing a
spinning back rake that knocked Madison into the ropes. �You
thought this was over?�[/font]
[font=arial]Madison gasped, her skin turning a deep, angry red
where Genevieve�s strikes had landed. She tried to raise her
arms�but there was no blocking allowed. And Genevieve wasn�t
letting up.[/font]
[font=arial]With one final shout, Genevieve drove Madison into
the corner, chest-first. The audience roared.[/font]
[font=arial]And then�then�came the moment that would be
whispered about for years to come.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve stepped in close.[/font]
[font=arial]Her chest pressed flush to Madison�s like some
ancient feminine weapon forged in fire and fury, Genevieve
lowered her torso just slightly� and dropped her left nipple on
top of Madison�s right.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison�s eyes blew wide. �Nnnnnngh�!�[/font]
[font=arial]But Genevieve wasn�t done.[/font]
[font=arial]Keeping the pressure steady, she began to rotate her
torso�left, then right, slowly, cruelly, dragging the hardened
bud across Madison�s sensitive nipple like it was a grinding
stone. The friction was devastating. Madison�s mouth opened in a
silent scream, her hands fluttering at her sides,
helpless.[/font]
[font=arial]And then�the kill move.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve twisted her torso the other way, and now
brought her right nipple under Madison�s left, locking her
opponent into a devastating criss-cross double nipple press�a
move so rare, so precise, only a handful of women on Earth could
pull it off. It required control. Precision. Sadistic
patience.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison wailed. Her body shook.[/font]
[font=arial]She knew. She knew.[/font]
[font=arial]�Don�t you dare pass out,� Genevieve hissed into her
ear. �I want you to feel this.�[/font]
[font=arial]With each breath, Genevieve leaned in harder, her
nipples forming a brutal X, applying torque, pushing Madison�s
left nipple up while her right one was being driven down. It was
too much. Too much for any woman to endure. Madison�s chest was
being warped. Her pride, pulverized. Her nerves lit up like
fire.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve rotated her hips slightly�just enough to
shift the alignment and increase the twist.[/font]
[font=arial]�Ahhh! S-Stop!� Madison sobbed.[/font]
[font=arial]�No!,� Genevieve snarled, pressing even closer. �You
don�t get to cry your way out of this.�[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd was on its feet now. Every woman in the
room stared, slack-jawed, in awe�and horror. No one had ever
seen anything like it. Genevieve's nipples were a deadly assault
weapon. Her will, an inferno. And Madison�once the predator�was
now the helpless prey.[/font]
[font=arial]Her head rolled back against the turnbuckle. Her
lips quivered. Her legs trembled.[/font]
[font=arial]�I c-can�t�� she whimpered.[/font]
[font=arial]But Genevieve didn�t let up.[/font]
[font=arial]Another twist.[/font]
[font=arial]Another blood curdling scream.[/font]
[font=arial]And then�finally�the dam broke.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison screamed, the words tearing out of her as
her body crumpled in the corner.[/font]
[font=arial]�OH GOD! MAKE HER STOP! MAKE HER
ST�AAAAAHHH!�[/font]
[font=arial]Her knees gave out. Her arms flailed. The referee
rushed in, arms waving, but Genevieve held her position for one
final, dominant second before stepping back.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison collapsed to the mat, curling into herself,
hands cupping her aching breasts like they were broken
glass.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve didn�t gloat. Didn�t pose.[/font]
[font=arial]She just looked down at her fallen opponent,
breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her chest, nipples still
hard and flushed from battle.[/font]
[font=arial]�You picked the wrong girl to mess with,� she
muttered.[/font]
[font=arial]And with that, she turned and walked away�head high,
hips swaying, leaving behind the groaning ruin of the woman who
thought she�d won.[/font]
[font=arial]The phoenix had risen.[/font]
[font=arial]And she'd scorched her enemy to ash.[/font]
[font=arial]The ref rushed in to confirm the result, lifting
Genevieve�s arm as the victor.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison, supported now by her team, slumped into her
stool, trembling and defeated, her head bowed not from shame,
her once stiff nipples now dropping on her chest, the left
drooping down while the right lay flat on it's side. She had
the round in hr hands but in the end was completely dominated by
Genevieve.[/font]
[font=arial]There was no shame in her performance. But there was
no doubt about the winner either.[/font]
[font=arial]Round 1 belonged to Genevieve. And she�d earned it
one stab, one rake, one poke, one stab at a time.[/font]
[font=arial]WINNER: GENEVIEVE HANNEIUS � VERBALL
SUBMISSION[/font]
[font=arial]ROUND 2:[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd roars in anticipation as the fighters rise
for Round 2, their torsos shining under the arena lights. Both
girls are still ****�Genevieve's full, round breasts bouncing
confidently with every step, while Madison�s chest carries the
bruises and swelling from Round 1. But her eyes�[/font]
[font=arial]Her eyes burn.[/font]
[font=arial]DING DING![/font]
[font=arial]Madison doesn�t wait. She storms forward, smug and
sure, leading with her chest.[/font]
[font=arial]WHAM![/font]
[font=arial]Her breasts slam into Genevieve�s like twin wrecking
balls. The crack echoes through the arena.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve stumbles back a step, gasping�but doesn�t
fall.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison growls and lashes side-to-side, swinging her
breasts back and forth like blunt weapons.[/font]
[font=arial]SMACK�CRACK�WHACK![/font]
[font=arial]Left, right, left. Her heavier **** rock Genevieve�s
chest, making the smaller girl twist and recoil. The crowd oohs
at every hit. Gen�s breasts are taking punishment�skin rippling,
flesh jolting�but she stays on her feet.[/font]
[font=arial]�Thought I was done after you're tricky little
move,� Madison sneers, strutting forward. �I�m just warming
up.�[/font]
[font=arial]She jumps, lifting her chest high�then arcs them in
a tight circle.[/font]
[font=arial]DROP![/font]
[font=arial]Her breasts crash down from above like twin meteors,
hammering Gen�s chest.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve�s legs buckle. She groans, chest burning,
but again she doesn�t go down. She stumbles back, regaining her
breath. Madison steps forward, cocky, winding up for another
full-body smash�[/font]
[font=arial]But Genevieve sidesteps. And strikes.[/font]
[font=arial]BOOM![/font]
[font=arial]She launches a perfect breast uppercut, her right
tit slamming upward underneath Madison�s left.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison gasps�the underside is ultra-sensitive�and
her breast bounces up and brushes into her chin.[/font]
[font=arial]�You wanna see pain?� Genevieve snaps, surging
forward.[/font]
[font=arial]WHAM! WHAM![/font]
[font=arial]She launches double uppercuts, targeting both
undersides. Madison�s chest lifts violently under the impact.
She reels back, disoriented, arms flailing.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve drives her hips, shoulders
whipping�[/font]
[font=arial]SWING. FWUP. WHAP.[/font]
[font=arial]Breasts whipping left to right, hitting Madison�s
pair like twin hammers.[/font]
[font=arial]THWACK. THWACK.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison's **** are sloshing, losing shape, folding
under the repeated impacts.[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd is on their feet.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison tries to reset, growling, and lunges forward
with another heavy breast smash�[/font]
[font=arial]BAM![/font]
[font=arial]A savage breast jab, shoulder-driven, right into
Genevieve's sternum.[/font]
[font=arial]The Wannabee gasps, body jolting from the
shock.[/font]
[font=arial]Another jab.[/font]
[font=arial]Then another.[/font]
[font=arial]And another![/font]
[font=arial]JAB. JAB. JAB.[/font]
[font=arial]Each hit is quicker than the last, driving Genevieve
backward step by step, her chest reddening, swelling visibly.
Her hands clench at her sides, teeth grinding.[/font]
[font=arial]�Where's that smug ass grin you had a minute ago,�
Madison growls, breathing heavy.[/font]
[font=arial]
�Where did it go, huh?!�[/font]
[font=arial]Gen roars and lunges again with a full-body
smash�[/font]
[font=arial]But Maddy�s ready.[/font]
[font=arial]She twists her torso mid-impact and lets her left
breast crash diagonally into Genevieve�s right, folding it hard,
twisting the tit to the side.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve howls, falling back again, her chest
heaving, wobbling, the swelling unmistakable now.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison closes one calculated step at a time closing
in like a predator.[/font]
[font=arial]She jumps, brings both breasts high, and lets them
fall.[/font]
[font=arial]POWER DROP. FLATTEN.[/font]
[font=arial]They slam down onto Genevieve�s battered
chest.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve stumbles, glassy-eyed. Her legs wobble and
her knees smash into each other.[/font]
[font=arial]The Brunette Barbie doesn�t stop. She bends her
knees and dips low.[/font]
[font=arial]Uppercut. She dips again--Uppercut. Jab. Side swing.
Jab. Drop.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve�s breasts are now deep red, losing their
firmness. They hang heavier, less responsive, bouncing like
they�ve been brutalized.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison stares her faltering opponent down, panting,
but defiant. �Quit, ****. You�re done.�[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve blinks, sweat pouring off her, lips
parted� sweat dripping between her bruised and battered
cleavage.[/font]
[font=arial]Then Maddy pulls her arms back and lashes her chest
forward one last time.[/font]
[font=arial]FULL CONTACT BREAST SMASH.[/font]
[font=arial]WHAM.[/font]
[font=arial]KNOCKDOWN.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve crashes to the mat on her back, her ****
splayed and crushed beneath her, unmoving for several seconds.
The crowd erupts.[/font]
[font=arial]The ref leans in�[/font]
[font=arial]Gen moans softly, eyes fluttering. Her hand
twitches. But no response.[/font]
[font=arial]The ref waves his arms.[/font]
[font=arial]TKO � MADISON BEER WINS ROUND 2![/font]
[font=arial]Madison bends forward resting hr hands on her knees,
chest battered but still firm intact, defiant, victorious. Her
fists raised high, nipples flushed but proud, she screams in
triumph as Genevieve rolls to her side, cupping her ruined
chest, humiliated and stunned.[/font]
[font=arial]The victorious brunette leans down and whispers
through a tired grin:[/font]
[font=arial]�What happened to your ****? Too soft for
war.�[/font]
[font=arial]The Match is now tied 1�1 and Round 3 promises to
be hell.[/font]
[font=arial]ROUND 3 � BEAR HUG[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd was on fire as the lights pulsed above the
ring. The mat was stained with sweat, and the humid air
shimmered with the heat of battle. Two **** warriors stood at
the center, their torsos red and welted, their faces flushed
with adrenaline, pain, and fury.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison Beer looked like a woman reborn. She�d been
dismantled in Round 1�humiliated by Gen�s weaponized nipples,
her own 34Cs twisted, stabbed, and finally crushed into an X
press submission. But she had bounced back in Round 2 with the
fury of a woman possessed, smashing Genevieve's once-dominant
34Cs into soft, throbbing targets with a late-round comeback
that flipped the momentum and dropped Genevieve on her
back.[/font]
[font=arial]Gen, on the other hand, looked vulnerable. The
confidence she�d carried during the nipple-to-nipple clash was
gone�shattered by a brutal flurry of strikes from Madison's
solid rack. The onslaught had been fast, merciless. Maddy's
breasts were a blur of motion, pounding Madison�s chest until it
felt like raw pulp. Then the KO, a power shot that lifted
Genevieve off her feet.[/font]
[font=arial]Outside the ropes, Jayden leaned over, whispering
urgently in her ear, trying to keep her grounded. But
Genevieve�s mind was drifting�wishing she were anywhere else,
anywhere but trapped in this ring with Madison Beer.[/font]
[font=arial]Jayden�s tone shifted, snapping sharp.[/font]
[font=arial]�Suck it up, Gen. You can take her. Just don�t let
her go off on you again. Counter. Bully her. Push her around.
You�ve got this. Okay?�[/font]
[font=arial]Gen nodded, slow but obedient, and forced herself
upright. Her legs wobbled beneath her. Her shoulders sagged. And
when she glanced across the ring, her heart dropped.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison looked untouched�bouncing on the balls of
her feet, radiating energy. Her breasts still sat high and firm,
barely moving with each bounce, taunting with their defiance of
gravity.[/font]
[font=arial]Maddy�s head bobbed with smug confidence as she
walked Genevieve down, jutting her chest forward, letting the
tips of her breasts lightly jab into Genevieve�s. The contact
was slight�but the effect was devastating. Gen�s own breasts
gave way instantly, flattening back under the firmer
press.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison smirked, lips curling as she licked them
slowly.[/font]
[font=arial]The ref stepped in, arm between them, edging them
closer until their chests were fully aligned, breast-to-breast,
perfectly level.[/font]
[font=arial]Neither backed down.[/font]
[font=arial]They wrapped their arms around each other, slow and
tight. Flesh pressed against flesh. Grip tightened.[/font]
[font=arial]Round three was about to begin�and it was going to
be war.[/font]
[font=arial]Now they stood face-to-face.
Breast-to-breast.[/font]
[font=arial]Evenly matched in height, their chests brushed as
they squared up, but everyone could see the subtle edge in size
belonged to Madison despite both having 34C's. Still, the
difference felt irrelevant. It was about who had more left, who
could endure more pain, and who had the fire to squeeze the life
out of the other.[/font]
[font=arial]The ref raised a hand.[/font]
[font=arial]�Final Round,� she called. �No strikes. No slaps.
Full contact, bear hug only. First to submit or release loses.
Lock in Ladies!�[/font]
[font=arial]Madison surged forward, teeth clenched, wrapping her
arms tight around Genevieve�s waist. Genevieve grunted and
mirrored the motion, digging her fingertips into Madison�s slick
back and squeezing with everything she had.[/font]
[font=arial]Their breasts mashed together, the contact instantly
electric and painful. Nipple met nipple. Flesh flattened. The
crowd gasped as both girls winced�but neither pulled
back.[/font]
[font=arial]�Fffff�� Madison hissed. �Your bony **** are gonna
fold first.�[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve growled. �We�ll see who folds,
Barbie.�[/font]
[font=arial]They started to twist, shoulder to shoulder, each
trying to gain leverage. Madison�s slightly larger, rounder
breasts made the initial impact harder. She leaned forward,
driving her weight into G, forcing her smaller chest to bend
around the force.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve buckled for half a second�but then shifted
her feet and adjusted, flexing her core, lifting just enough to
absorb Madison�s crush.[/font]
[font=arial]�Come on,� Genevieve snarled. �Crush me
then.�[/font]
[font=arial]Madison responded with a brutal shift�lifting
Genevieve an inch off the mat with a grunt of effort. The bear
hug intensified. Their breasts strained, compressed, smushed
between their bodies as the pressure mounted.[/font]
[font=arial]But Genevieve�s legs clamped around Madison�s,
locking her down and halting the lift.[/font]
[font=arial]Both girls were gritting their teeth now. Their
faces were inches apart. Beads of sweat ran down their cheeks
and onto their bare shoulders.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison�s arms were shaking, her ribs pressing in
tighter. Her orbs were slightly flattened�but still fighting.
Genevieve�s rack was compressed deeply, mashed like dough
against Madison�s, but they weren�t quitting.[/font]
[font=arial]A collective roar erupted as they started to pivot
again, their sweat-slick bodies grinding as they looked for a
new angle.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison leaned in close, whispering through clenched
teeth.[/font]
[font=arial]�Yours feel like underooked pancakes.�[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve replied by arching her back, rolling her
shoulders, and giving a forward press that drove her left breast
directly into Madison�s right�nipple to nipple. Madison winced,
and the crowd saw her foot slide back an inch.[/font]
[font=arial]�You flinched,� Genevieve said.[/font]
[font=arial]�No I didn�t.�[/font]
[font=arial]�You�re cracking.�[/font]
[font=arial]Madison dug deeper. She twisted, pushing her arms
higher, locking her fingers behind G�s upper back and pressing
her 34Cs inward with new fury. The soft flesh of her chest
mushroomed, enveloping G�s breasts. It looked like a classic
crush attempt.[/font]
[font=arial]But Genevieve snarled and rolled her shoulders up
and in, like a slow grinding dance. Her breasts seemed to tuck
tighter, firmer under Madison�s. With each rotation, her chest
pushed upward and into Madison�s cleavage, using the edge of her
jugs to wedge and punish from underneath.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison gasped.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve grinned, voice low and lethal. �Oh my,
Maddy, I think they're softening��[/font]
[font=arial]Both women were trembling now. Five minutes in and
the pain was brutal.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison�s breaths were coming faster. Her arms were
still locked, but her grip was slipping with sweat. Genevieve�s
back was red where Madison�s nails dug in, but she wasn�t
loosening.[/font]
[font=arial]�Say it,� Genevieve hissed, her voice low and
venomous. �Say my breasts beat your plastic princess
****.�[/font]
[font=arial]Madison�s nostrils flared with rage. With a sudden
growl, she dug deep and twisted her hips, yanking Genevieve off
balance in a desperate attempt to execute a body slam. But
Genevieve was ready. She hooked her leg around Madison�s and
shifted her weight expertly, turning the momentum in her favor.
In one smooth, breathtaking motion, Genevieve surged
upward�lifting Madison clean off the mat.[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd erupted.[/font]
[font=arial]�GENEVIEVE! GENEVI��[/font]
[font=arial]But the lift had cost her. Genevieve�s arms quivered
from the strain. She staggered slightly, then lowered Madison
back down�but not without purpose. As their feet touched the mat
again, Genevieve adjusted her stance and tightened her grip, her
arms cinching around Madison like steel cables.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison�s breath hitched. Her battered 34Cs were
already raw and screaming, but now they were being punished by
the unrelenting press of Genevieve�s proud, firm 34Cs�two
compact weapons grinding inward with finality.[/font]
[font=arial]�I�ve got you,� Genevieve whispered into her ear,
her lips curling into a victorious smirk.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison whimpered. Her chest was aflame, her nipples
long since numbed from the endless grinding. Her arms, once
defiant and forceful, now trembled behind Genevieve�s slick
shoulders.[/font]
[font=arial]Still, she clung on�barely�as Genevieve began
rolling her shoulders deliberately, sending a ripple through her
chest that carried into Madison�s already crumbling defenses.
Her breasts shifted with every movement, manipulated like clay
under the dominance of Genevieve�s.[/font]
[font=arial]The referee hovered nearby, watching the brutal
embrace stretch into its tenth minute�the longest and most
grueling bear hug of the tournament.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve�s grip migrated, sliding down to Madison�s
lower back, anchoring her completely. Madison�s head lolled
forward, her cheek resting against Genevieve�s damp collarbone,
her fingers twitching uselessly behind G�s back.[/font]
[font=arial]Their torsos were welded together. Their sweat-slick
skin shimmered under the lights. Their breasts�red, throbbing,
mashed flat�were still locked in an intimate, punishing
war.[/font]
[font=arial]Then it happened.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison�s right breast gave way�slowly,
shamefully.[/font]
[font=arial]
What had once been a proud, round swell of soft resilience began
to collapse under the punishing force of Genevieve�s crushing
embrace. The firmness gave out first, melting into a mushy
surrender. The tight skin lost its taut defiance. The
once-springy tissue compressed flat, squishing helplessly
beneath the grinding pressure. Madison�s arms, which had been
locked in defiant resistance, sagged at the elbows. Her breath
hitched high in her chest, then caught entirely. Her lips parted
in a soft, shocked gasp.[/font]
[font=arial]And then the left followed�betraying her just as
cruelly.[/font]
[font=arial]It crumpled inward like dough under a rolling pin,
the proud curve vanishing in an instant of devastating pressure.
The shape gave out, the tension gone and her breast mushroomed
to the sides as Genevieve's breasts had broken her. Madison
whimpered. She felt it all�the pain, the heat, the humiliating
collapse.[/font]
[font=arial]Her breasts, once symbols of confidence and pride,
were now squashed and broken. The tissue flattened and spread
outward, bulging obscenely against the sides of Genevieve�s
dominant chest. They were no longer fighting�just soft, yielding
flesh, sagging and defeated.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve�s lips brushed her ear, hot and slow with
victory.[/font]
[font=arial]�Ohhh, there we go,� she purred, her voice thick
with satisfaction. �You feel that, sweetheart? You feel my
breasts flattening yours? That�s the sound of you giving
in.�[/font]
[font=arial]Madison didn�t answer�she couldn�t. Her flattened
breasts said it all.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison could only moan�a broken, guttural sound
that came from somewhere deep in her chest. Her whole body
quivered as the fight drained from her, leaving only shame,
exhaustion, and the humiliating sensation of being smothered
breast-to-breast by the woman who had clearly won.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve leaned in closer, her voice dripping with
triumph. �Say it. Say it, and I�ll stop.�[/font]
[font=arial]But Madison couldn�t speak. She was too far
gone�breasts crushed, pride shattered, arms limp at her
sides.[/font]
[font=arial]And Genevieve knew it.[/font]
[font=arial]She held her tighter.[/font]
[font=arial]And smiled.[/font]
[font=arial]�I� I can�t��[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd surged forward, phones out, screaming as
Genevieve squeezed with one final, chest-to-chest crush.[/font]
[font=arial]�Say it,� she demanded.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison whimpered. �I submit��[/font]
[font=arial]The bell rang.[/font]
[font=arial]The ref tugged at her, but Genevieve didn�t budge.
Her arms stayed locked around Madison�s broken body, holding her
close�possessively, deliberately. Victory alone wasn�t enough.
She wanted Madison to feel it. Every tremble in Genevieve�s
flexing biceps, every slow, merciless squeeze of their slick,
battered bodies pressed together, was a message carved into
flesh: You lost. I own you now.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison whimpered, too weak to resist, her breath
hitching with every pulse of pressure. Her chest was crushed
against Genevieve�s, their breasts mashed tightly together�hers
yielding completely to the firmer, prouder pair that had just
dominated her.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve leaned in and whispered something low and
venomous into Madison�s ear, then gave one final, possessive
squeeze�just cruel enough to make her rival cry out.[/font]
[font=arial]Then, with a final, vicious show of strength,
Genevieve leaned back, hoisted Madison completely off her feet,
and slammed her into the canvas with brutal force. The thud
echoed like a gunshot.[/font]
[font=arial]It wasn�t just a finisher�it was a statement. A
warning.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve rose slowly, panting, every breath causing
her chest to rise and fall in sharp heaves. Her breasts were
tight, red, streaked with marks�but still proud. She stepped
back, letting the crowd drink it all in.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison lay sprawled on her back, limbs limp, her
body utterly wrecked. Her once-perky 34Cs were swollen,
discolored, and visibly losing their shape. Her chest barely
rose. Her eyes blinked up into the lights, dazed,
uncomprehending.[/font]
[font=arial]Her face twisted with disbelief, shame, and pain.
She didn�t just lose�she�d been owned.[/font]
[font=arial]She stared up at Genevieve like a woman trying to
make sense of her own defeat... and failing.[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd erupted. The arena roared with raw,
frenzied energy�cheers, gasps, chants. They knew they�d just
witnessed a massacre.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve didn�t say a word. She didn�t have
to.[/font]
[font=arial]Her body spoke for her.[/font]
[font=arial]POST-FIGHT HUMILIATION (5 Minutes)[/font]
Genevieve wasted no time.
[font=arial]She stepped forward, grabbed Madison by the hair,
and yanked her to her feet. Madison was too exhausted to
resist.[/font]
[font=arial]But Genevieve wasn�t done. Not even close. A quick
knee to the abs folded Madison in half then yanked her head back
throwing her to the mat.[/font]
[font=arial]With the crowd howling in anticipation, the Wannabee
champion grabbed Madison by the ankles and dragged her limp form
to the center of the ring like discarded prey. She straddled her
for a moment, soaking in the spotlight, then crouched low, her
fingers hooking under the band of Madison�s panties.[/font]
[font=arial]With one sharp yank, she ripped them off, baring
Madison completely. The crowd erupted as Genevieve stood up,
holding the delicate, lacy fabric high above her head like a
trophy. Madison moaned weakly, face twisted in shame and
helplessness.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve grinned and walked a full circle around
the ring, dragging Madison by her sweat-matted hair, forcing her
to crawl on her knees like a broken pet. The cameras flashed,
the fans screamed�and Genevieve just smirked, waving Madison�s
torn panties like a banner of war.[/font]
[font=arial]Then, with ruthless flair, she balled them up and
stuffed them into Madison�s mouth. Madison gagged slightly, her
muffled cries barely audible as Genevieve grabbed her jaw with
one hand and leaned in close.[/font]
[font=arial]�Say it,� she hissed. �Say I broke your pathetic
Barbie rack.�[/font]
[font=arial]Madison�s eyes fluttered. She didn�t want to. But
the pressure� the shame� the crowd� She finally gave a soft,
muffled moan of surrender.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve�s eyes gleamed.[/font]
[font=arial]With a guttural cry, Genevieve seized Madison by the
shoulders and gave a violent, dominating tug�ripping her off
balance and dragging her down hard onto the mat. The crowd
gasped as Madison�s body bounced, the air knocked from her
lungs. Genevieve straddled her within seconds, planting herself
with unstoppable force atop her rival�s flattened chest. She
grabbed both of Madison�s wrists and slammed them above her
head, pinning them down brutally, her knuckles white with
pressure.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison squirmed, but she was trapped�her arms
stretched above her head, shoulders straining helplessly beneath
Genevieve�s unyielding grip. Her legs kicked instinctively,
trying to gain leverage, but Genevieve wasn�t done asserting
dominance. With deliberate precision, she slid her legs between
Madison�s and hooked them wide, forcing her opponent�s thighs
apart in a punishing grapevine hold.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve pressed her body down slowly, relishing
the shift in power as Madison�s hips lifted involuntarily with a
gasp. Their torsos pressed tightly, Genevieve�s weight locking
everything in place. Madison blinked up through a haze of
disbelief and desperation, the painful stretch in her legs
echoing the pressure building across her chest and
shoulders.[/font]
[font=arial]�Nowhere to go,� Genevieve whispered coldly, her
breath hot. �Now you feel it.�[/font]
[font=arial]Every inch of Madison's body was pinned and spread,
her pride unraveling beneath Genevieve�s controlled
assault.[/font]
[font=arial]And then, slowly, deliberately, Genevieve lowered
herself.[/font]
[font=arial]Her hanging breasts�still firm, proud, and burning
with victory�descended over Madison�s flushed, defeated
face.[/font]
[font=arial]There was no rush. No mercy[/font]
[font=arial].[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve pressed in, her chest engulfing Madison
face in a smother that was more than punishment�it was
domination. Skin sealed to skin, her curves molded tightly over
Madison�s mouth and nose, cutting off everything�air, sound,
hope.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison bucked and twisted beneath her, legs
kicking, hips thrusting in panic. Her muffled cries were lost
under the smother, the crowd roaring over her struggles.
Genevieve adjusted slightly, ensuring an airtight seal, grinding
in deeper, pressing her chest with methodical cruelty.[/font]
[font=arial]This wasn�t just a final move. This was a
message.[/font]
[font=arial]�I told you,� Genevieve growled, her voice vibrating
through the smother. �You don�t humiliate me.�[/font]
[font=arial]Madison�s back scraped the mat in frantic, failing
resistance. Her eyes fluttered wide, then wild, then heavy. Her
arms pulled at nothing. Her body writhed�but it was all useless
now.[/font]
[font=arial]The pressure stayed firm.[/font]
[font=arial]The smother deepened.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve�s expression was calm,
focused�unforgiving.[/font]
[font=arial]She didn�t rise until Madison�s body went slack
beneath her, her limbs dropping to the mat in trembling
surrender.[/font]
[font=arial]Then, finally, with a slow exhale, Genevieve pushed
up off her, standing tall over the wreckage she�d left
behind.[/font]
[font=arial]And the arena exploded.[/font]
[font=arial]Madison bucked weakly, legs kicking once� then
again� then still.[/font]
[font=arial]The crowd counted it out.[/font]
[font=arial]Genevieve finally stood, chest heaving in triumph,
towering over her ruined opponent.[/font]
[font=arial]She bent down one last time, reached into the
corner, and plucked up Madison�s crumpled bra. With a smirk, she
twirled it on her finger like a victory banner before casually
tossing it into the crowd.[/font]
[font=arial]�Put that in the trophy case,� she sneered.[/font]
[font=arial]The lights above gleamed on Genevieve�s
sweat-slicked body as she stood tall, arms raised in undisputed
triumph�unmatched, unchallenged, and utterly dominant.[/font]
[font=arial]The ring shook with energy as the Wannabees surged
in, cheering wildly. They hoisted their champion up onto their
shoulders, parading her around like a conquering warrior. The
crowd roared, and the cameras flashed�but Genevieve only had
eyes for one thing: Kylie and Natalie, watching from ringside,
their expressions tight and unreadable.[/font]
[font=arial]Jayden Bartels stepped to the ropes, locking eyes
with Kylie. �So much for your soft little loser,� she sneered,
her voice venomous and victorious. �We�re just getting started,
sunshine.�[/font]
[font=arial]Kylie bristled, her jaw tightening�but she said
nothing. Natalie folded her arms, the wheels already turning
behind her glare.[/font]
[font=arial]This wasn�t just a win. It was a statement.[/font]
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[font=arial]The Wannabees weren�t flukes or underdogs. They
could stand breast to breast with anyone in that ring�and come
out on top. The tides had turned, and now Kylie and Natalie were
being forced to take notice.[/font]
[font=arial]This war wasn�t over.[/font]
[font=arial]It was only just beginning.[/font]
[font=arial]Written by the Badass Barbies.[/font]
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