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Fight 05 - Madelaine Petsch vs Jayden Bartels
By: BadAssBunnies Date: April 24, 2025, 4:03 am
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Match 05 Build-Up
Madelaine Petsch 32B vs.
Jayden Bartels 28C
https://i.imgur.com/lMeYgK3.png
[font=arial]Madelaine Petsch (Badass Barbies) vs. Jayden
Bartels (The Wannabes)[/font]
Early Las Vegas Odds:
Madelaine Petsch: -160 Favorite
Jayden Bartels: +130 Underdog
Fighter Breakdown:
Madelaine Petsch � �The Scarlet Smotherer�
[list]
[li][font=arial]Age: 30[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Stable: Badass Barbies[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Bust Size: 32B[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Strengths: Upper-body endurance, iron core,
psychological warfare[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Weaknesses: Overly controlled tempo, slow
starter[/font][/li]
[/list][font=arial]She may only clock in at 32B on paper, but
don't let the numbers fool you�Madelaine brings volume,
roundness, and bounce that makes people double-check the tape.
Many in the UCC community swear she looks fuller than opponents
with larger cup sizes, and the internet agrees. A quick search
for �Madelaine Petsch bikini� delivers enough bust evidence to
raise eyebrows and expectations. Her breasts aren�t just
aesthetic�they�re tools of suffocation, trained through
breath-hold drills and resistance-based press work.[/font]
A veteran of the Badass Barbies, Madelaine�s spent the last two
months locked in with her former Riverdale cast mates Lily
Reinhart and Camila Mendes working on some of her classic moves
like "The Chest Tank" fine tuning her patented slow-squeeze
smother. She�s calm, calculating, and utterly cruel when the
moment�s right.
Training Focus: "Long slow pressure holds," stamina drills,
chest positioning
Signature Move: Cherry Lockdown � A vice-grip breast clutch that
pins and compresses from the outsides, draining air and
confidence with every crushing second.
Quote from Training Camp:
�Jayden�s chest may have a C on paper, but mine commands the
room. She�s going to get lost under real curves.�
(Captioned under a slow-motion video of a busty Madelaine slowly
shaking her head in disgust.)
Jayden Bartels � �The Redhead Rack Wrecker�
[list]
[li][font=arial]Age: 20[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Stable: The Wannabees[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Bust Size: 28C[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Strengths: Speedy transitions, unorthodox
offense, taunt-powered aggression[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Weaknesses: Light frame, defensive gaps under
pressure[/font][/li]
[/list] [font=arial]Jayden knows she�s the underdog. She�s
younger, leaner, and giving up experience and composure�but
she�s not backing down. Her 28C chest might not look imposing
next to Madelaine�s lush B-cups, but Jayden doesn�t give a damn.
Side by side her breasts are every bit as large as Madelaine's.
She�s turned to TikTok, Threads, and Insta Reels to drag
Madelaine�s �visual volume� through the mud.[/font]
Her new training montage, filmed in high-def slo-mo, shows her
launching short-range smothers on Kylie Jenner training dummies,
her tight chest smashing into place with impact and intent.
She's not trying to win the size game�she's betting on
intensity, chaos a sharp tongue. Jayden's also been training
with Bebe Rexha and Millie Bobby Brown, focusing on speed
transitions, body pops, and fake-outs.
Training Focus: �Explosive impact,� low-center lunges,
bounce-and-pin attacks
Signature Move: Bartels Blitz � A savage circular nipple grind,
carving invisible circles around her opponent�s areolas like
branding her as �verified... defeated.�
Quote from Training Camp:
�Madelaine's got soft-looking soap bubbles. Let�s see how they
hold up when she faces off against a real woman.�
https://i.imgur.com/vUQrDeP.gif
(Captioned under video of Jayden confidently detailing her
strategy to take apart the redhead�s chest, point by painful
point.)
Madelaine, nver one to back down, responed by saying. 28C's? I
highly doubt it but if Jayden wants to bee dilusional then I'll
just have to show hr what a "Real Pair" feel like up close.
https://i.imgur.com/PtNKA0a.gif
(Captioned under video of JMadelaine shaking her head in
disgus.)
The Trash Talk Gets Nuclear:
It started with one tweet. Jayden, clearly irritated by online
chatter comparing their chest sizes, posted a selfie in a
skintight sports bra with the caption:
�Reminder: Cup size ain�t mass. I may be 28C, but Madelaine�s
boobs are just air with filters.�
Madelaine fired back instantly with a poolside pic in a
barely-there bikini, cleavage deep enough to stir Twitter wars:
�If mine are �just air�� what�s it say that yours still look
smaller pressed flat in a training bra?�
Jayden escalated with a brutal TikTok. She stitched footage of
Madelaine from Riverdale�in a deep-cut top�and edited in a
honking sound whenever Madelaine's chest bounced. Text overlay:
�Inflatable vibes. Hope they don�t pop when I slam into 'em.�
Madelaine, never one to lose the last word, took to Threads:
�Jayden better bring her chest in a carry-on. They won�t take up
much space under mine.�
She followed up with a slow-mo training clip of herself
smothering a dummy that had �JAYDEN� scrawled across it in
lipstick, ending with a cold smirk and the phrase:
�I don�t play with princesses�I flatten them.�
Jayden�s comeback? A video of her bouncing rope shirtless under
a sheer mesh top, captioned:
�Built for pressure. Built for bounce. Built to break Barbie�s
chest wide open.�
Backstage Buzz:
Dove Cameron (Disney Princesses):
�Jayden�s just loud. When Mads gets her breasts all over Jayden,
all that TikTok energy�s gonna turn into big sad crocodile
tears.�
Sabrina Carpenter (Strikeforce):
�Madelaine�s all slow-mo seduction. Jayden�s a flashbang. Blink
and you�re t!ts are flattened and on your back.�
Sydney Sweeney (Badass Barbies):
�Jayden thinks being a influencer wins chest fights? Not against
a woman who trains for ten-minute smothers.�
Hayden Panettiere (Haydens Powergirls):
�Mads looks bigger, sure. But pressure doesn�t always mean
power. Jayden hits fast and hits hard.�
Vegas Adjusts the Odds
Opening lines put Madelaine firmly in control, but after
Jayden�s online firestorm and leaked training footage, the money
started flowing in on the upset. Jayden�s sheer confidence and
volatility have made bettors nervous�can Madelaine stay composed
under chaos?
Updated Vegas Odds:
Madelaine Petsch: Even
Jayden Bartels: Even
Prop Bets: [list]
[li][font=arial]First to initiate smother: Jayden
(-110)[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]First to attempt pin: Madelaine
(-135)[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Wardrobe malfunction: Yes (-115)[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial][Post-match breast pose: Madelaine
(-125)[/font][/li]
[li][font=arial]Tears on camera: Jayden (+140)[/font][/li]
[/list] [font=arial]Final Thoughts Before the Bell[/font]
Madelaine has the body, the experience, and the sheer �look� of
a true chest queen. But Jayden brings wild energy, disrespectful
speed, and the kind of sharp-mouthed rage that throws veterans
off their game. It�s grace vs. grit. Volume vs. velocity. A
controlled redhead juggernaut vs. a rebellious brunette
influencer.
Only one woman�s chest is walking out proud.
The other? She�ll be smothered, flattened�and likely trending
for all the wrong reasons.
Round 1:
The mat was soft beneath their feet, a padded checkerboard of
pale pink and baby blue. But the air? Charged�thick with
tension, thick with heat.
Jayden Bartels moved in a loose arc, barefoot, wearing nothing
but skimpy shimmering purple fight shorts. Her chest, bare and
glistening with a light coat of oil, rose and fell with steady
breaths. Her dark hair was tied tight, eyes locked and burning
with focused aggression.
Across from her stood Madelaine Petsch�frozen still, a pillar of
cold, calculated confidence. Her red hair was tightly braided
down her back, her pale breasts bare and proud, nipples stiff
from anticipation or adrenaline. Her red shorts hugged her hips
low, sleek and ready pulled tight between her round butt cheeks.
The referee, dressed in black shorts and a crop top, stepped
between them and raised a hand.
"This is a nipple combat bout," she said, voice sharp and clear.
"No punches. No closed fists. Jabs, rakes, pokes, pins, and
slashes are all legal. Victory is by a full five-count pin�on
the chest, a nipple inversion, or a verbal or physical
submission."
Both fighters nodded, never breaking eye contact.
The bell rang with a soft echoing ding, but the silence that
followed was thicker than war drums. No taunts. No words. Just
two half-naked fighters with weaponized nipples and a singular
mission.
Madelaine stepped in first�elegant, cold, her eyes locked on
Jayden like a lioness preparing to pounce. Jayden moved faster,
bounding forward with raw, electric aggression. But she didn�t
crash�she swerved, twisted mid-step, and snapped her upper body
into Madelaine�s like a whip.
Their breasts collided with a slap of damp skin, hardened
nipples smacking together with audible snicks. The contact
jolted both women�but neither backed down.
Jayden landed the first telling shot. A quick, upward body
snap�a nipple uppercut�launched her stiff peaks into the
underside of Madelaine�s breasts. The redhead gasped, caught
off-guard as pain rippled through her chest. Before she could
adjust, Jayden twisted again and raked her nipples diagonally
across Madelaine�s areolas�left to right, then back again�like
dragging glass across silk.
Madelaine gritted her teeth, staggered�but her counter was
vicious. She dipped one shoulder, leaned in, and drove both
nipples directly into Jayden�s with full force�a twin nipple
poke, point to point. Jayden�s breath hitched. The sensation
wasn�t sharp�it was blinding. A quick twist from Madelaine
turned the poke into a grinding press, and Jayden reeled back a
step, stunned.
�You like the taste of that?� Madelaine hissed low.
But Jayden didn�t answer with words�she answered with velocity.
She stepped in tight, twisting her torso hard left and right,
raking her nipples across Madelaine�s again�fast, brutal,
burning. Madelaine gasped, staggered back, but Jayden stayed
close, now moving in a controlled pattern: stab, rake, press,
rake, then uppercut again beneath the bustline.
Each nipple strike was deliberate. Each poke was a surgical
needle seeking out the most sensitive nerves. Madelaine�s chest
flushed deep pink as Jayden�s tactics began to wear her down.
The redhead tried to reset the distance, but Jayden surged
forward in perfect rhythm, hips low, shoulders fluid, nipples
stabbing upward in rapid-fire bursts�nipples-to-nipples, again
and again.
�Ughhh�AHHH!� Madelaine cried out as Jayden shifted angles,
pressing her nipples straight against Madelaine�s, pushing down
with rhythmic pulses.
The ref�s eyes were locked on their torsos.
�PIN ATTEMPT!� she called. �One . . . Two . . . Three . . . Four
. . . Fi .�
Madelaine, caught off guard by the onslaught, twisted violently,
managing to knock their breasts apart just before the final
count.
But Jayden wasn�t done.
She dropped her hips slightly and lunged again�chest snapping
forward like a piston. Her nipples slammed into the redhead�s
with such force it was like a double jab to the heart.
Madelaine�s back arched, her mouth opening in a silent scream as
both nipples compressed and began to sink inward under Jayden�s
focused, merciless pressure.
�INVERSION ATTEMPT!� the ref barked.
Jayden's lips curled into a deadly grin.
�One� Two��
She rotated her body subtly, using her core to keep the pressure
evenly spread across Madelaine�s breasts.
�Three��
Madelaine�s knees buckled�her nipples visibly folding in under
the unbearable press.
�Four��
With a guttural cry, Madelaine threw her chest forward with
everything she had, shoulder rotating hard to one side, barely
disrupting the symmetry of Jayden�s assault. Just enough to
break the connection.
The ref threw her arm out. �NO INVERSION! FIGHT CONTINUES!�
Jayden stumbled back, panting, sweat slicking her chest. She
almost had the redhead. So damn close.
Madelaine stood shakily, her breasts trembling, nipples a deep
red and swollen. But her eyes�those emerald eyes�were on fire
now. Enough was enough.
Jayden advanced again, but Madelaine was ready.
She sidestepped with snake-like grace, then spun into a half
turn�a cross-body nipple rake, slicing diagonally across
Jayden�s chest. Jayden cried out, doubling slightly, but
Madelaine was already pivoting back in.
This time it was Madelaine who uppercutted�nipples thrusting up
from below into the sensitive base of Jayden�s silky undersides.
Then she leaned forward and stabbed both nipples directly into
Jayden�s�fast, brutal repeated jabs her chest poking out with
every step forward. One, two, three. Jayden reeled back,
stunned, her body jerking reflexively.
The fight had turned. Madelaine drove forward again, twisting
her hips to rake and poke in rapid alternation�nipples dragging
like serrated steel, then snapping back for a cruel stab. Jayden
cried out, reeling backwards�but Madelaine closed the gap with
one final step.
Their nipples met again�pressing, locking, grinding. The redhead
rolled her shoulders, slowly, deliberately, dragging her
hardened peaks over Jayden�s in tight circles, over and over.
Jayden�s face contorted in pain, eyes shut tight. Had the
Wannabees faltered? Was their nipple dominance about to come to
an end?
�PIN!� the ref called. �One� Two� Three�Four ��
Jayden let out a primal scream and twisted her upper body with
everything she had. The contact broken she slipped her nipples
free from the tight compressed pin attempt.
Both fighters staggered apart, breathing heavily. Chests
heaving, nipples raw, trembling with exhaustion and pain.
But Jayden�despite the near-inversion escape�still looked
defiant.
Madelaine�s voice was hoarse but steady. �That was four seconds
from hell. Next time� I finish it and I finish YOU.�
Jayden wiped sweat from her lip with her shoulder, never
breaking eye contact. �Then I�ll drag you there with me.�
Jayden shook out her arms, chest rising and falling as she
stared across the mat. Her breathing was tight, fast. Her
nipples were bright red, puffed and furious�but so were
Madelaine�s.
Both women were slick with sweat. Their chests glistened, their
movements slowed just enough to betray the toll this brutal,
focused combat was taking. The crowd leaned in, breath held,
waiting for one of them to collapse. But neither had fallen. Not
yet.
Jayden�s fingers flexed.
Madelaine�s fists clenched.
And then they charged.
The collision this time was thunderous. Breasts slammed
together, skin slapping wet and loud, as their nipples crushed
point-to-point once more�neither woman flinching. Madelaine
growled, a low, feral sound from deep in her throat, and she
suddenly shifted right�a vicious nipple rake, from top left of
Jayden�s chest to the bottom right.
Jayden�s back arched from the sheer heat of it, but she
retaliated instantly�a double upward stab, both nipples driving
up under Madelaine�s like dual battering rams. The redhead cried
out and staggered, her hands clutching at Jayden�s hips, trying
to maintain the contact without toppling.
�NO HANDS, Officially warning for Petsch.�
Madelaine scampered to safety but Jayden surged again.
She dropped her hips, then rose like a phoenix�nipples
uppercutting with terrifying precision, over and over into
Madelaine�s tender, battered peaks. The sound of it�wet slaps,
soft grunts, strained breathing�was almost obscene. She started
grinding again, locking her nipples against Madelaine�s and
turning, twisting, rotating. Dragging them in circles, X and Z
patterns and diagonal rakes.
Madelaine screamed. Her breasts were being rubbed raw and her
nipples were retreating.
Jayden saw it�the unraveling�and leaned in harder, pressing
chest to chest, their breasts flattened together with nothing
between them but fire and hatred. She whispered into Madelaine�s
ear, voice like velvet and venom.
�You felt that Red. You were one second from losing. You know
I�m stronger here.�
Madelaine's hands trembled and her hands involuntarily shot up
and pushed at Jayden's shoulders.
�Get away from me!�
�USE OF HANDS! WARNING #2, PETSCH!�
Jayden took one step forward�just one�and lifted her chest
upward then placed them down on the top of Madelaine's buds,
using every bit of torque to force Madelaine�s nipples backward
and inward.
�ONE!� the ref shouted.
Madelaine�s knees buckled.
�TWO!�
Jayden�s grin widened. She rotated her hips again and spun her
shoulders, dragging her nipples in tight, circular motions that
drilled into Madelaine�s sensitive flesh.
�THREE!�
Madelaine whimpered�whimpered. Her lips quivered.
�Oh Gawd! Please make her stop!�
�FO�!�
CRACK!
A desperate, wild rake from Madelaine�a full-body twist that
caught Jayden�s nipples with just enough bite to break the pin.
Jayden hissed and staggered back.
But Madelaine didn�t follow her chest numb. She was breathing
like she�d run a marathon, her chest heaving violently. Her
nipples were dark red now, swollen and flickering with tremors.
Her hands covered them reflexively, briefly, before she forced
them back to her sides.
Jayden saw it. The faint shimmer in Madelaine�s eyes wasn�t just
sweat�it was the first glint of surrender. The redhead was
faltering, and Jayden could feel it in her bones. The tide had
turned.
Madelaine came in again, but the fire was gone from her charge.
It was slower this time. Sloppy. Desperate, Flat Footed. Jayden
braced herself, pivoted slightly, and angled her body just so.
As Madelaine drew in close, Jayden dipped her shoulder, then
surged upward with precision�her shoulder smashing under
Madelaine�s right breast, folding it cruelly against her chest.
Gasps echoed. Kylie and Natalie screamed from ringside, howling
foul. But the ref didn�t flinch. No whistle. No mercy.
Madelaine froze mid-step, crumpled slightly forward, her chest
flattened and defenseless. Jayden didn�t hesitate, didn't care.
With a dancer�s grace and a predator�s intent, she swung her
upper body in a sharp arc�both hardened nipples dragging across
Madelaine�s from right to left in a vicious rake. Madelaine
whimpered.
Then came the strikes.
One brutal stab.
Then another.
And another�each jab crueler than the last, her sharp tips
spearing into the already tender peaks of Madelaine�s breasts.
The redhead gasped, her body recoiling in pain. She staggered
sideways, one hand twitching like she wanted to reach for the
damage, but knew she couldn�t. Not in front of this crowd. Not
now.
Jayden saw her opening�and pounced.
She caught her from the side, driving one nipple into
Madelaine�s left, then the other into her right, alternating
like jabs from a boxer, snapping side to side. Each impact made
Madelaine yelp, her legs crossing slightly as if her body
instinctively wanted to fold inward.
�Finish her!� someone screamed from the crowd.
Jayden didn�t wait.
She pressed forward again, chest to chest, but this time instead
of circling�she slammed their nipples together, held them, and
then poked directly down and in�both stiff, unrelenting peaks
targeting Madelaine�s battered areolas like twin spikes.
Madelaine screamed. A high, choking sound.
Jayden pressed harder. Ground in. Her upper body was shaking
from the force of it.
�INEVRSION!� the ref shouted.
Madelaine�s eyes were glassy. She blinked wildly, trying to
shake free, but her hands didn�t even rise. Her body just stood
there, locked and trembling.
�ONE!�
Jayden leaned into her. Their foreheads touched. �Say it. Or
I�ll push them into your spine.�
�TWO!�
Madelaine let out a choked sob.
�THREE!�
Her head drooped as she felt her nipples collapsing into her
chest.
�Owwwww! No no no!
�FOUR!�
Madelaine�s legs gave out.
�FIVE!�
She fell into Jayden, who let the woozy redhead slide down the
front of her sweaty body then gave her with a victorious shove.
The redhead crumpled landing on her round butt, hands finally
flying up to cover her swollen, brutalized chest. Tears streamed
freely down her cheeks now. Her breath came in short, sobbing
gasps.
The ref turned to Jayden and raised her arm.
�WINNER BY NIPPLE SUBMISSION � JAYDEN BARTELS!!�
The crowd erupted.
Jayden didn�t celebrate right away. She stood over Madelaine,
her chest rising, sweat dripping from the tips of her
now-dominant nipples. Her body bore the marks of war�raw,
scraped, trembling�but she stood tall.
Finally, she crouched beside the broken redhead and whispered,
not cruelly, but like a queen speaking to a fallen rival.
�Nice try, Ginger. But you're not like me. Not where it counts.�
Madelaine collapsed fully to her side, curled up, hands still
cradling her breasts as the sobs racked her body.
Jayden stood, arms raised, nipples erect in victory.
One round. One woman broken.
And Jayden Bartels reigned supreme.
Round 2:
The moment the bell sounds for Round 2, Madelaine Petsch
explodes out of her corner like a cannon shot. Her eyes blaze
with fury, the humiliation of Jayden's dominating win in Round 1
clearly boiling in her chest. The redhead is done playing slow
and strategic. She's wild now, unchained, and every swing of her
firm, freckled B-cups tells the crowd that revenge is priority
number one and the cocky Wannabee leader is her number on
target.
Jayden Bartels, meanwhile, looks unbothered�even smug. Her tight
28C chest gleams with sweat, every slight bounce mocking
Madelaine. She sees her opponent's fury and grins, dancing
sideways on light feet, evading Madelaine's initial charge with
a grace born from youth and agility and years of dancing on
TikTok.
"Aww, you mad, Barbie?" Jayden taunts, her hands behind her back
as she dips just out of reach. "That your precious nipples got
bent like rubber?"
�Just shut the f$ck up and fight!� screams a flustered Maddy.
Madelaine swings again�a brutal breast smash meant to cave
Jayden's chest in. Jayden leans back, pivots, and counters with
a sudden uppercut breast strike that clips the underside of
Madelaine's right boob, making her wince.
The crowd roars as the round's pace goes from zero to chaos.
Madelaine regains balance and lets fly a massive side-to-side
swing, her breasts slamming from left to right. The impact is
partially absorbed by Jayden's shoulder as she turns in the
strikes, but the force still rocks the younger fighter backward.
"I hate you!" Madelaine snarls, driving forward.
She fakes a jab and then lets loose with a savage double-breast
drop, launching her chest forward and slamming her weight down.
Jayden stumbles into Madelaine her shoulder bumping into
Madelaine's/ She grits her teeth, clearly feeling the
punishment.
But Jayden responds fast. Like a threatened mother robin, she
feints a stumble, then leaps forward with a rising double-breast
uppercut, her 28Cs crushing into Madelaine's ribs and lifting
her breasts painfully upward. Madelaine gasps and staggers, one
hand covering her chest instinctively.
�NO HANDS!, Warning Petsch!� Bellows the ref.
"That gotcha right in the Barbie bits," Jayden cackles.
�Screw you, Bartels! Just stop talking and fight!� Scolds
Madelaine.
Jayden chuckles. �I am fighting and you . . . it sure looks like
. . . losing.�
Madelaine's temper gets the best of her and now they're trading.
Leaning in, smash for smash. Slap for slap. Chest crashes into
chest with brutal, echoing thuds. Madelaine's technique shines
through despite her anger�she spins into a spinning back breast
smash that flattens Jayden's left boob, driving her sideways
into the ropes. But Jayden recovers with a quick spring and
delivers a breast jab right to the side that makes Madelaine
fall sideways into the ropes.
�You swing heavy, Mads,� Jayden nods, her voice soaked in
mockery as she rolls her shoulders, **** bouncing defiantly.
�But I bounce harder, ****.�
Madelaine snarls, her chest rising and falling like a piston,
rage boiling in her eyes. �Keep flapping that stupid brat mouth.
When I�m done pounding your pathetic mosquito bites into paste,
we�ll see who�s still got rhythm.�
Jayden doesn�t hesitate�she lunges in, shoulder rolling into a
vicious series of side-swings, her breasts like twin hammers
whipping into Madelaine�s upper chest with brutal, echoing
slaps. Flesh slaps flesh, sweat sprays, and Madelaine�s body
jerks with each hit.
But she grits her teeth and takes it�then twists, letting out a
guttural grunt, and drives forward with a savage, all-in breast
smash that slams into Jayden like a freight train. It lands dead
center, bone-jarring, flesh-flattening.
Jayden�s mouth twists in agony, her chest visibly caving under
the brutal impact. She crashes down, one knee barely bouncing
off the mat as she gasps for air.
The crowd erupts�half in shock, half in triumph.
�That's a KNOCKDOWN!� Kylie Jenner shrieks from ringside,
slamming her hand on the apron. Natalie Alyn Lind is already on
her feet, pointing furiously at the ref.
But Jayden snarls through the pain, teeth bared as she shoves
herself upright, spitting on the mat as she rises.
�Not today, Barbie,� she growls, standing tall again.
The ref spins around, voice sharp. �NO KNOCKDOWN! CONTINUE!�
Kylie throws her hands up. �Her damn knee hit the mat!�
Natalie is fuming, barking at the officials�but the ref ignores
them, laser-focused on the fighters.
Jayden�s eyes narrow. She fakes a left swing, baiting Madelaine,
then spins into a blistering combo�breast jab, breast jab, and
then a savage breast uppercut that detonates beneath Madelaine�s
chest, lifting her clear off the mat.
The redhead crashes into the ropes, gasping and clutching at her
breasts�both of them turning a deep, angry red, visibly swelling
from the relentless punishment.
The ref jumps between them, throwing a hand out.
�WARNING NUMBER TWO, NO HANDS, PETSCH!�
Madelaine glares, snarling, chest heaving with labored breath as
the ref turns to the officials, confirming the warning. She
doesn�t even pretend to hide the hatred in her eyes when the ref
steps back to her.
�One more, and you lose the round.�
Madelaine doesn�t say a word. She just locks eyes with
Jayden�like a predator promising pain.
But Jayden isn�t backing down. In fact, she doubles down.
She cups her own breasts, hoisting them up with both hands,
smirking with venom as she bounces them tauntingly, eyes locked
on Madelaine. �These **** just sent you flying, ****. Better
start praying I don�t flip both your nips inside out before the
bell.�
Madelaine lunges like a feral animal, but the ref steps in,
blocking her path with a firm arm.
For a heartbeat, everything hangs in the air.
The tension? Nuclear.
The hate? Toxic. Volcanic. Uncontainable.
Neither one�s walking out of this round without blood, broken
skin, and shredded pride.
Madelaine snarls like she�s ready to kill, then charges again
with no hesitation, this time playing it smart. She fakes a
brutal double swing�her breasts rising like wrecking balls�then
ducks Jayden�s twitch-counter, a trap perfectly laid. In one
sickening move, she plows her entire upper body into Jayden�s
chest, ramming through like a missile.
Jayden�s feet leave the mat, her back slamming into the ropes
with a hard THWACK.
But the momentum throws her back in motion, and she rebounds
with fury�only to run straight into Madelaine�s trap.
Mads sidesteps like a matador, snarling, and sweeps a leg out
with perfect timing.
Jayden trips hard, hitting the mat back-first, sliding across
the canvas, her breasts bouncing wildly from the sheer violence
of the fall. It�s a visceral, humiliating moment�flesh shaking,
hair in her face, mouth open in shock.
Darci screams from the corner. �That's a trip! 3[sup]rd[/sup]
strike! 3[sup]rd[/sup] strike!�
The ref ignores the alleged foul. �FIGHT ON!�
But the ref hesitates, caught between indecision and the stunned
gasps from the crowd. The arena is a cauldron of chaos.
Jayden grits her teeth, snarling as she rolls onto her side,
planting a hand and shoving herself to her feet with a growl.
"Cheap f*in� shot, Mads,**" Jayden spits, chest heaving, voice
raw. "But I�m still standing."
Madelaine�s grin is pure evil. Her body glistens with sweat, her
nipples stiff from the adrenaline and abuse. �Not for long,
****. I�m just getting warmed up.�
Then everything explodes.
Jayden lets out a primal scream and charges like a demon,
flinging herself forward with zero hesitation�a full-body,
all-in breast smash that could level a wall.
Madelaine sees it coming�and she steps in with it, neither woman
backing off. They collide mid-ring, tit-to-tit, chest-to-chest,
like two freight trains slamming together. The sound is wet,
thick, brutal�a slap that echoes in bones.
Both stagger back, dazed, sweat flying from their bodies.
Madelaine shakes it off first and snarls like a beast. She
lunges, driving her leg forward, her knee punching into Jayden�s
upper inner thigh like a spear, digging deep into toned flesh.
Jayden doubles over, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent gasp, all
the air ripped from her lungs. She stumbles, clutching her
groin.
Madelaine doesn�t wait.
She sees her shot�and takes it.
"You�re gonna regret those cheap shots, wh0re!" Jayden hissed.
�Cheat, me?� Now it Madelaine cackles who shoulders Jayden onto
the corner and sends her chest forward with a brutal breast
smash.
Jayden grunted as the impact hit her like a bus. She bounced off
the ropes then spun, trying to use her speed to circle, but
Madelaine was on her, smashing into her again and again,
breast-to-breast, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The thud of each impact
echoing in the packed arena.
"Run now! You can�t cheat your way through this!"
Another crushing smash landed flush. Jayden gasped and stumbled.
Her back brushed the ropes, her footing slipping�any further and
she�d hit the mat. Her eyes widened in panic.
Madelaine wound up for a big one. A side-to-side swing followed
by a breast uppercut that crashed into Jayden�s sternum with a
sickening sound. Jayden doubled over slightly, chest quivering
from the assault, her face twisted in pain.
The Barbies and Wicked Queens were screaming at the edge of the
ring, stomping the floor, yelling for the ref to watch Madelaine
finish it. Jayden was seconds from going down.
"Drop, cheater! Let everyone see you break!" Madelaine taunted,
pulling back for one final breast drop.
Jayden saw it coming. Desperation flickered across her face, but
she dropped into a squat, letting Madelaine's heavy drop swing
harmlessly over. Before Madelaine could recover, Jayden launched
a savage counter�a snapping breast jab that smacked into
Madelaine's left orb and flattened it against her ribcage.
Madelaine grunted and recoiled�a mistake. Jayden surged up,
landing a brutal uppercut that caught both of Madelaine�s
breasts, lifting them upward into her own face. The redhead
reeled back, stunned. Jayden pressed in, swinging wildly now.
"Still think I need to cheat to beat your soft t!ts?!"
Smash. Smash. Breast swings from both sides. Madelaine fired
back. Their chests collided in chaos. Echoes of flesh hitting
flesh roared across the ring as both women grunted, moaned, and
screamed, their breasts turning redder with every slap, impact,
and grind.
Jayden managed a full twist and slammed her chest into
Madelaine�s with a wild spinning breast smash. Madelaine flew
backward, catching herself on the ropes. Her arms dropped
slightly.
Jayden surged again. Another heavy breast uppercut sent
Madelaine bouncing off the ropes. This time, Jayden didn�t let
up. She pivoted and slammed into her again, again, her smaller,
faster chest pounding into Madelaine�s larger one with surgical
precision.
Madelaine groaned, sagging slightly. Jayden smelled blood.
"Your **** are done, Barbie! One more hit!"
Jayden crouched, breathing heavy, her chest bruised and swelling
as Madelaine teetered back and forth her legs barely holding her
weight. Jayden sprang up, launching a final breast uppercut that
connected perfectly. Madelaine�s chest jolted upward smacking
into her face, her body arching back�then her heel slipped.
Her shoulder hit the mat. The crowd exploded.
The ref dove in, arms waving. "KNOCKDOWN! KO! KO! THE ROUND AND
THE FIGHT IS OVER!"
Jayden stumbled back, panting, chest heaving, sweat and pain
written across her flushed face. She raised her arms, a crooked
grin spreading across her lips.
Madelaine, on her back, fists clenched in fury, kicked at the
mat throwing a tantrum.
The Barbies were shouting, furious.
"She got lucky! That was a fluke!"
"Ref, you need glasses! Madelaine had her and you let it go!"
The Wicked Queens weren�t much quieter, yelling about bias and
illegal moves�but the rules were clear. Any part of the body
hits the mat, and the round ends. Jayden had survived the storm,
fought back from the brink, and scored a clean, rule-bound
knockdown.
Jayden leaned over the ropes, sneering down at the crowd.
"That�s two rounds for me and ZERO for the cheater, huh?"
She blew a mocking kiss toward Madelaine, who sat up slowly, red
hair stuck to her face with sweat, her raw exposed chest pulsing
with every breath�and eyes full of hate. She fought hard giving
it everything she had and despite some unsavory moves was not
able to beat the Wannabe leader.
Post Fight:
The moment the final bell rang, Jayden Bartels stood tall in the
center of the ring, chest heaving, arms raised in exhausted
triumph. The crowd roared�not entirely in support, but in awe of
the stunning back-and-forth battle that had just ended with
Madelaine Petsch flat on her back, one leg awkwardly curled,
lips parted in shock, her red hair splayed across the mat.
She had fought her heart out but she had lost and put her team
in a precarious hole having to win the next two fights or face
the embarrassment of losing a breast battle to the clearly
smaller Wannabees.
And now Jayden�bruised, battered, yet undeniably victorious�had
five uninterrupted minutes to make a statement.
The referee stepped aside, making no move to stop what came
next. The crowd began to chant, a mix of encouragement and eager
anticipation. Jayden�s eyes locked on Madelaine, who groaned and
tried to sit up, dazed and blinking.
Jayden knelt beside her rival. "You still with us, flame-top?"
she asked, brushing sweaty hair from Madelaine�s face with mock
tenderness. "Guess what? You�re not done but you will be soon
enough."
With a sharp tug, she yanked Madelaine up by the waistband of
her panties, dragging her halfway upright. The redhead winced,
biting her lip in pain and embarrassment.
�On your knees.�
Madelaine hesitated�her pride, even broken and battered, still
clinging to the last threads of defiance.
Jayden didn�t wait. A cruel smirk curling on her lips, she
stepped forward and shoved Madelaine with her foot. The redhead
collapsed to her knees with a heavy thud, eyes brimming with
rage and shame. Her body was flushed, bruised, and her chest was
heaving with pain�not from exertion anymore, but humiliation.
The crowd watched in rapt silence. Phones were out. Livestreams
were buzzing. The moment was going viral in real time.
Jayden began circling her defeated foe, hands on her hips, cocky
and confident as ever. �Tell everyone whose chest owns yours.�
Madelaine turned her head away.
Wrong move.
Jayden grabbed a fistful of Madelaine�s fiery red hair and
yanked her head back hard, forcing her to look up. �Say it, or
I�ll make you wish you had.�
The defiance in Madelaine�s eyes flickered�then ****.
��Yours,� she muttered.
Jayden arched a brow. �Louder.�
Madelaine swallowed, lips trembling. �Your chest� owns mine.�
A wicked smile bloomed across Jayden�s face. She dropped to one
knee in front of the redhead, her breath hot and smug. �And what
are you?�
Madelaine could barely meet her gaze now. �A� humiliated loser.�
Jayden leaned in close and whispered just loud enough for the
front row to hear. �Good girl.�
She stood up and yanked Madelaine to her feet, only to spin her
around and crack her across the ass with a sharp, open-handed
slap that echoed through the arena. The crowd erupted�some
jeering, others cheering, but everyone watching.
�Every inch of you,� Jayden purred, fingers trailing down
Madelaine�s spine, �belongs to me for the next few minutes.
Let�s make them unforgettable.�
Jayden didn�t wait. She grabbed Madelaine by the waistband of
her shorts and yanked them down in one swift motion, exposing
the pale curve of the redhead�s ass to the entire arena. The
crowd howled. Madelaine whimpered, her hands instinctively
trying to cover herself�Jayden slapped them away.
�No hiding,� she barked. �You lost. You show everyone exactly
what defeat looks like.�
Jayden knelt, balled up Madelaine�s panties, and shoved them
deep into her mouth.
�There,� she cooed. �Now you can�t even talk back. Just kneel
there and take it like a woman.�
She dragged Madelaine across the canvas by her hair again,
forcing the redhead to crawl with her panties stuffed between
her lips, stripped, beaten, and gagged. The cameras followed,
zooming in on the trail of sweat and tears.
Jayden sat against the ropes and pulled Madelaine in by the hair
again�this time into a brutal breast smother. She yanked
Madelaine�s face straight into her sore, sweat-slicked cleavage
and locked her arms tight around her skull.
�You�re gonna breathe my victory,� Jayden hissed in her ear.
�And smell your defeat.�
Madelaine�s legs twitched. Her fingers clawed at Jayden�s arms
weakly. Her body sagged further as oxygen disappeared from her
world.
Jayden let her gasp for air only briefly�long enough to yank her
upright and slap her breasts twice, hard, laughing as the
redhead squealed into her gag.
�Whose rack wins? Say it!�
Madelaine, eyes glassy, mumbled something unintelligible through
the panties. Jayden grabbed a microphone.
�Everyone listen up!� she shouted, voice echoing off the walls.
�The Wannabees now lead you big-tit Barbie **** and Wicked Queen
has-beens 3 to 2! That�s right�we�re kicking your proud,
silicone-filled asses with our firm, natural, young racks!�
She pointed down at Madelaine. �THIS is what happens when your
fake boobs meet the real thing. You break. You kneel. You
submit.�
Cheers erupted from the Wannabees section, while the Barbies and
Wicked Queens fumed from their corner, shouting at the
officials. But the rules were clear�Jayden earned this.
She wasn�t done.
Jayden pulled Madelaine upright and dragged her to the center of
the ring. She yanked the panties from her mouth and held them
high before tucking them into her bra. Trophy number one.
Next came the ultimate degradation.
Jayden forced Madelaine down flat on her back, then straddled
her face in a dominant, punishing face sit. The crowd gasped,
then roared. Jayden adjusted herself until Madelaine�s nose
disappeared beneath her crotch and her lips pressed against
Jayden�s sweaty skin.
�Shhh,� Jayden cooed mockingly. �Just go to sleep. It�s the only
way this ends for a humiliated loser.�
Madelaine squirmed�but there was no strength left in her body.
Her muffled gasps slowed. Her arms dropped. Her legs twitched
once more�and then went still.
Jayden stood tall, her chest heaving, skin slick with sweat and
victory. She raised her arms high as the crowd roared.
Jayden drove her foot down between Madelaine�s shoulder blades,
pinning her in place like the conquered prey she was. Her gaze
cut through the arena until it locked with Kylie Jenner�s
seething stare across the ring.
Jayden smirked, venom curling her lips.
�Three-two,� she spat. �And we�re just getting warmed up.�
She leaned forward, voice laced with cruel sarcasm.
�Maybe Vegas should fire their odds-makers. Underdogs in every
fight... and we�re about to win five out of seven. Hope you
Barbies and Wicked Queens enjoy the view�'cause this is what
real dominance looks like.�
Jayden raised the mic, letting the noise settle just enough. Her
eyes scanned the stunned audience�half gasping in awe, half
wide-eyed in disbelief. She took a moment to soak it in.
�Did you see that?� she said, her voice amplified through the
arena. �Did everyone just witness what the hell happened here
tonight?�
She kicked at Madelaine�s still form gently, rolling her over
with her foot. �This right here?� Jayden gestured down at the
broken, red-faced, half-conscious Barbie curled up on the mat.
�This is what happens when you come at a Wannabee thinking your
big plastic **** mean something.�
The crowd popped, laughter, gasps, and scattered cheers
beginning to surge.
�Madelaine Petsch strutted into this ring with her pale,
freckled, phony queen energy. Thought she�d put us in our place.
Thought I�d bow down to these,� Jayden said, nudging Madelaine�s
exposed chest with her toes, �like the rest of Hollywood does.
But guess what?�
She leaned into the camera now, grinning.
�I made her **** tap out. Twice!�
The crowd exploded.
�And now?� Jayden�s eyes lit with fire. �Now the score is
three-two. That�s right. The Wannabees are leading the Barbies
and Wicked Queens. Not just leading�humiliating them.�
The Wannabees' section began to rise. Chanting. Clapping.
�Wanna-BEES! Wanna-BEES!�
Jayden�s smile widened. �Y�all hear that? That�s momentum.
That�s dominance. That�s reality slapping you silicone-hardened
**** right across the chest!�
She pointed toward the Barbie section. Kylie Jenner, arms
folded, lips curled. Madison Beer, seething. Sydney Sweeney,
stone-faced. Natalie Alyn Lind, fuming.
�Let�s talk about why this is happening,� Jayden continued.
�It�s not luck. It�s not cheap shots. And it�s not because we�re
dirty. It�s because we�re better. Better trained. Better
conditioned. And yeah�� She gave the camera a wink, ��our
breasts are smaller, firmer, and real. These chest-to-chest
showdowns? We dominate. We crush. We own.�
Another pop from the crowd. The Wannabee chant grew louder,
rolling through the arena like a thunderstorm.
�I want everyone to look at what just happened to Madelaine,�
Jayden continued, walking the ring slowly like a queen
addressing her subjects. �Because I didn�t just beat her. I
stripped her. Smothered her. Slapped her. Broke her. Owned her.
And she couldn�t do a **** thing about it.�
She held up Madelaine�s panties and bra, swinging them like
victory flags. �Two trophies. One Barbie. All mine.�
Jayden paused at the ropes, pointing to Natalie and Sydney.
�And now? Let�s talk about the next two lambs lined up for
slaughter.�
Jayden climbed the middle rope like a conquering queen, towering
above the wreckage of Madelaine. Her lip curled into a sneer as
she turned her glare toward the Barbies� side of the arena.
�Natalie Alyn Lind,� she spat the name like poison. �America�s
blonde bombshell, huh? Please. Let�s call it what it really
is�Hollywood�s most overhyped pair of ****. You've built an
entire career off your chest�no talent, no grit, just ****.
You've been riding those silicone-coated airbags since you were
sixteen, using them like backstage passes to roles you were
never good enough to earn.�
She raised an eyebrow, mocking her prey with icy precision.
�Let's be real, you're only 25 and your **** sage more than
Lindsay Lohan. Just being real here, Nat's. But guess what,
sweetheart? Your little milkmaid fantasy ends the second you
step into the ring with Madisyn Shipman. We�ve been saving her.
Keeping her sharp. Letting the rest of you tire yourselves out
before we unleash the real pain.�
Jayden�s voice dropped, cruel and cold.
�Madisyn is built like a damn weapon. She�s tighter, tougher,
and ten times meaner than you could ever hope to be. And those
soft, sagging distractions you call boobs? Madisyn will rip
through them like paper. Her **** are pure steel. Her nipples?
Weapons-grade. You�ll be choking on them before you even know
what hit you.�
The crowd was roaring now, eating up every brutal word, the
�Wanna-BEES!� chant swelling with renewed fury.
Jayden turned slowly now, facing the camera, her face lit with
malice.
�And as for Sydney Sweeney�� She practically purred the name,
dripping with contempt. �If you think those cartoonish beach
balls strapped to your chest are gonna save you, think again.
That Barbie fantasy you�ve been selling? It ends in the ring.
You�re not the �It Girl� anymore, Sydney. You�re just next.�
Jayden walked to the corner, pointing directly at Francesca
Capaldi in the crowd, her red hair blazing like fire, her
breasts standing tall defying gravity.
�Meet your executioner: Francesca Capaldi. You might�ve heard
the nickname�The Barbie Killer. She�s not just coming for your
crown, Sydney� she�s coming to erase you. You won�t just lose.
You�ll get flattened, humiliated, and forgotten. You�re not
walking away from this fight. You're crawling�if you're lucky
and if Fran has her way you'll be leaving t!ts up on a
stretcher.�
Jayden stepped down from the ropes, taking one last slow look at
the camera.
�So go ahead, Sydney. Post your cute selfies. Put on your best
push up bra and put your **** on display while you still can.
Because after Capaldi's done with you? You�ll need to post a
damn obituary for your career. This may be the last time anyone
sees you post another annoying pic of your over-rated cleavage.�
And with that, Jayden dropped the mic, arms spread wide, as the
thunderous chant echoed from every corner of the arena.
�WANNA-BEES! WANNA-BEES!�
The Barbies were shook. The crowd was converted. And the war had
officially turned.
The slaughter had only just begun.
The Wannabees 3 � Th Badass Barbies - Wicked Queens 2
Written by the Badass Barbies
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