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Match 06 - Natalie Alyn Lind vs Madisyn Shipman
By: BadAssBunnies Date: April 26, 2025, 8:02 pm
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Match 6 Build-up
Natalie Alyn Lind 32C vs.
Madisyn Shipman 32B
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Early Las Vegas Odds:
Natalie Alyn Lind: -285 Favorite
Madisyn Shipman: +215 Underdog
Fighter Breakdown:
Natalie Alyn Lind � �The Blonde Bombshell�
Age: 25
Stable: Wicked Queens
Bust Size: 32C
Strengths: Raw upper-body strength, ruthless smothers, a steely
veteran of breast battles
Weaknesses: Can be overly aggressive, vulnerable to quick
reversals
The curvy blonde from the Gotham and The Gifted universes is
known for her unapologetically dominant energy. Natalie brings a
full-contact approach to bust-off battles�she doesn't dance
around her opponent, she bulldozes through them. Her 32C chest
may not look over-sized compared to past Wicked Queens, but it�s
weaponized with muscle, control, and a sharp killer instinct.
Natalie�s been grinding hard with Caylee Cowan and Ariel Winter,
honing close-range smother techniques and power-based nipple
pins. Don�t let the sweet Wicked Queen face fool you�she�s
relentless when she sees an opening and has no issue making it
personal.
Training Focus: �Anchor-and-crush� holds, underhook pressure
control, breath-cutoff clamps
Signature Move: The Lind Lock�a double-underhook bearhug into a
breast press pin
Quote from Training Camp:
�I�ve flattened bigger girls and humiliated cockier ones.
Madisyn�s not ready for a real woman�s chest war. It's going to
be like target practice.�
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(Captioned under a video of Natalie in a revealing bikini
showing off hr impressive assets.)
Madisyn Shipman � �The Pocket Rocket�
Age: 22
Stable: Wannabees
Bust Size: 32B
Strengths: Quick feet, deceptive flexibility, incredibly strong,
and is bigger in person)
Weaknesses: Smaller frame, lacks experience
Known from Game Shakers, Madisyn is no stranger to being
underestimated. But behind the bubbly energy and tiny frame is a
vicious competitor. Her 32B chest might not have the weight of
Natalie�s, but she�s built for sudden shifts�sharp spins,
surprise transitions, and sneaky pokes and rakes from unorthodox
angles.
She�s spent weeks sparring with Peyton List and Jenna Ortega,
working on speed-based bust control and high-pressure
resistance. Her ability to spring back from dominant positions
and trap opponents in reverse mounts has shocked even veteran
trainers.
Training Focus: �Slip-and-press� drills, surprise reversals,
airborne nipple rakes
Signature Move: Ship em' in � Ship em' out � starts with an
upward, uplifting smack that jolts her opponent�s breasts
skyward�followed by a savage downward slam that flattens them
hard against her chest.
Quote from Training Camp:
"Natalie�s supposed to be a 32C, but when we line up in the
ring, mine are every bit as big as hers. In fact, if you look
closely, I think I may be bigger. You be the judge. I�ll crush
the fight right out of her after I rake them raw�you�ll see."
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(Captioned under a trending TikTok of Madisyn proudly displaying
her impressive cleavage.)
The Trash Talk Gets Nasty
Natalie, wearing a tight crop top, reportedly chest-bumped
Madisyn at the weigh-ins and whispered, �Soft. Like a tween
pillow fight.�
Madisyn didn�t say a word at the time�but later posted a Reel of
her chest-training routine with the caption: �She thinks I�m
soft? Let�s see how she feels when she�s under me for 5
humiliating minutes straight.�
Natalie fired back on Threads with a selfie in a sports bra,
flexing hard. �32C isn�t about size. It�s about force. And
mine�s gonna feel like a truck.�
The exchange hit peak tension when Madisyn posted a TikTok in
slow-mo, launching herself chest-first into a dummy rig,
followed by footage of her flipping off a mat with a smirk. Text
overlay: �I don�t run. I ricochet. See you in the crush zone
bimbo.�
Natalie leaned into the camera, smirking as she iced her
cleavage. �Enter at your own risk, sweetheart. I don�t pull
punches�especially not when it comes to smashing pancake t!tties
like yours.�
Backstage Buzz
Caylee Cowan (Wicked Queens): �Madisyn�s gonna learn the hard
way�fast and flirty doesn�t beat thick and meaty.�
Peyton List (Hellfire Girls Club): �Natalie�s tough, but trust
me, Madisyn�s wild. She�s hard to pin down and impossible to
break. I'll be shocked if his makes it to the 3[sup]rd[/sup]
round.�
Jenna Ortega (Wannabees): �If Nat gets overconfident, Madisyn
will flip her flat. Don�t blink.�</blockquote>
Demi Rose (Wicked Queens): �We�ve built Natalie for war. She�s a
beast now. Shipman�s going to drown in blonde.�
Dove Cameron (Disney Princesses): �I've fought Natalie before
and she is one of the toughest competitor's period. 2-0 Shut
out, Natalie!�
Vegas Adjusts the Odds
The line started close, but after Madisyn posted her trending
TikTok the money starteed trending to the Wannabee and by the
introductions it was almost even odds.
Updated Vegas Odds:
Natalie Alyn Lind: -115
Madisyn Shipman: +120
Prop Bets:
[list]
[li]First smother attempt: Natalie (-150)[/li]
[li]First reversal attempt: Madisyn (-120)[/li]
[li]Wardrobe malfunction: Even (-110)[/li]
[li]First submission attempt: Natalie (-125)[/li]
[li]Victory via full breast smother: Yes (-105)[/li]
[li]Post-match mount pose: Madisyn (+125)[/li]
[/list] Final Thoughts Before the Bell
It�s a clash between steel and speed. Natalie�s hardened
approach and Wicked Queens training make her a very slight
favorite to control the pace and press Madisyn into submission.
But Madisyn�s slipperiness, cardio, and sneaky creativity could
turn the tide if Natalie underestimates her even once.
The only thing guaranteed?
One of these 32 warriors is going to walk out with her pride
intact.
The other�s going to be left breathless . . . flattened and
crying under the weight of a superior pair.
Words from the Locker Room
Madisyn sat tall on the bench, her shoulders being loosened up
by Anna Cathcart, while Mackenzie Ziegler gently pressed ice
cold packs against her swelling nipples aftesr a liberal coating
of peppermint oil.
�You�ve got this, Mads,� Jayden Bartels said with a smirk,
standing confidently nearby. �She�s soft�and you�re just as
stacked as she is.�
Madisyn gave a steady nod, her eyes locked forward with laser
focus.
�Rake her raw, just like we drilled. Once you do, she�s gonna
crumble�and we walk out with the win.�
Jayden stepped closer, casually removing one of the ice packs.
She placed her fingertips on Madisyn�s stiffened nipples and
smiled. �Natalie won�t even see it coming.�
Pre-Fight Rituals: Natalie�s Prep
Natalie finished her ice-down routine, then clasped her hands
behind her back and stretched, her breasts rising high and
proud.
�Want to rub on some peppermint oil?� Demi Rose asked, holding
out a small bottle. �It�ll make your nipples harder and numb the
sting.�
Natalie scoffed. �Why would I need that? I�m gonna crush that
poser flat.�
�They won those five nipple battles because of the peppermint
trick,� Demi reminded her.
�Madisyn won�t be saved by oil or luck. I�m tearing those tiny
nubs right off her chest.�
�I hope so,� Demi said, eyes narrowing. �The Wannabees are a
hell of a lot tougher than anyone expected and in case you
forgot, they're leading right now.�
Natalie gave her a confident nod. �I�ve got this. And once
Sydney finishes her fight, we�ll shut those little tit b!tches
up up for good.�
Round 1:
The bell for Round 1 echoed through the MGM Grande as Natalie
Alyn Lind and Madisyn Shipman stepped into the
spotlight�bare-chested and glistening from pre-fight oil and ice
rubdowns. Their toned, petite frames shimmered under the arena
lights, their matching 32 breasts jutting proudly. This was no
ordinary fight. This was Round 1: Nipple Combat and it had
become personal.
Natalie, known for her raw, physical style, moved with feline
grace. Her nipples were already stiffened into hard, cruel
points, thanks to an aggressive pre-fight ice application.
Madisyn, more petite but no less intense, had taken a similar
approach, her own nipples jutting like sharpened blades off
firm, youthful breasts, the smell of peppermint radiating in the
ring.
They circled, eyes locked, breaths slow and measured. No feints,
no theatrics�just pure, deliberate positioning. Then, with an
audible gasp from the front row, the ref yelled fight and they
made contact. Breasts flattened with a brutal snap, the sharp
nipples spearing into one another as both women leaned in with
vicious intent.
There was no hesitation. No warming up. No feeling each other
out. From the instant their bodies touched, it was war.
Breasts slammed together with a heavy, fleshy smack, flattening
and spilling outward, the strain immediate, electric. Bare feet
planted like anchors in the mat, they leaned in harder, every
muscle taut, every nerve screaming. No circling. No feints. No
space between them. Just heat, sweat, skin�grinding, pushing,
daring the other to break.
Their faces hovered inches apart, breath mixing, hearts
hammering so loud it seemed to fill the whole arena. Their eyes
locked, burning with pride, hate, and something darker. Neither
blinked. Neither dared to show pain. They searched each other�s
faces like hunters�watching for a tremble of the lip, a flicker
in the gaze, the slightest catch in the throat. One tiny crack,
and the momentum would shift.
Their chests strained, sliding, grinding against each other,
sternums aching, breasts pancaking flat, yet still fighting to
swell, to dominate. Sweat beaded between them, running in thin
rivulets down flushed skin. The strain was unbearable, every
second an eternity.
And then � The crack came.
Natalie�s breath hitched. It was almost nothing. Barely a
falter. But it was enough. With a low grunt of frustration, she
shifted back, just a fraction of an inch�but enough for the
world to see.
Madisyn�s smile curled slow and lethal. She didn�t need to
gloat. Her body spoke for her�breasts proud, defiant, refusing
to yield, standing tall while Natalie gathered herself, teeth
gritted in silent rage. The message was clear.
Natalie�s stern gaze sharpened, burning with the promise that
this was far from over�but the message was clear: Madisyn�s
breasts had just drawn first blood.
Natalie retaliated delivering a wicked Nipple Rake, dragging her
hardened left point diagonally across Madisyn�s areola. Madisyn
hissed but retaliated instantly with a downward stab, aiming her
nipple directly into Natalie�s left bud. The sound was like skin
smacking leather�a dull pop of pain and pressure.
�Unghh!� Natalie grunted, her forehead resting briefly on
Madisyn�s shoulder before she pushed back with equal fury.
For the next three minutes, the battle was relentless. Rakes
turned into stabs, stabs into crushing chest presses. At one
point, Natalie trapped Madisyn against the ropes and executed a
cruel inversion press, slowly flattening Madisyn�s right nipple
inward with the force of her own full breast behind it. But
Madisyn twisted free with a last-second roll and drove her chest
upward in a violent Nipple Uppercut, stunning Natalie and
causing her to stumble back.
But then�everything stopped. The crowd, the judges, even the
fighters seemed to hold their breath.
In a moment born of madness or mutual challenge, the two women
stood still and pressed directly breast-to-breast, aligning
their nipples precisely. The points kissed. Then they upped it
another notch.
Back and forth.
Up and down.
Their stiffened nipples rubbed together, scraping, raking,
stabbing with every shift. Each motion drew new whimpers and
choked moans. Their faces were masks of agony�mouths agape,
brows furrowed, eyes shut tight as their breasts pulsed with
pain.
Their arms dangled uselessly at their sides. This wasn�t about
leverage anymore. This was pure primal woman on woman focused
endurance.
Back and forth.
Up and down.
Side to side.
They swayed together like tortured dancers, each motion more
desperate, more punishing. Their nipples looked raw�flattened,
red, trembling. The air was thick with the sound of their ragged
breathing and the faint, sticky slap of their tortured tips
grinding together.
Then, suddenly�one woman wavered. Her knees bent. Her lips
quivered. And with a soft drawn out moan, it was Madisyn who
stepped back. Natalie�s eyes lit up with cruel recognition. She
had seen it before. She had her.
Natalie�s eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty satisfaction as Madisyn
stumbled back her weight resting on her back foot, grimacing and
letting out a stifled whimper. Her left nipple twitched, visibly
trembling, reddened to the point of bruising. Natalie advanced
slowly, almost theatrically, her chest still heaving, her
nipples still firm. The crowd erupted�cheers from the Wicked
Queen loyalists, groans of concern from the Wannabee faithful.
Madisyn bent slightly at the waist, arms dangling again, trying
to gather herself. Her firm B-Cups rose and fell in ragged
heaves. But as Natalie closed in, smirking confidently and
lifting her chest to line up for the final press�
WHAM!
Madisyn launched herself like a viper. She didn�t use her hands,
didn�t scream, didn�t flinch. She simply thrust�slamming her
chest upward into Natalie�s, her right nipple catching Natalie�s
at a brutal upward angle. The sudden contact made a sickening
squelch, flesh smashing against flesh with pinpoint intensity.
Natalie gasped not once but twice, her back arching in shock.
�AGH�what the fu��
Before Natalie could even process the look of wild-eyed
determination flashing across Madisyn�s face, the brunette was
all over her.
Nipple jab. Nipple rake. Nipple stab. One after another after
another�relentless, vicious, cruel.
Madisyn�s toned body was suddenly a piston of motion, her firm
breasts slamming forward with violent rhythm. Her hardened tips
drove into Natalie�s tender, swollen flesh with sadistic
precision. She lashed her upper body like a whip, launching a
devastating barrage of nipple-on-nipple attacks that stole the
breath from the crowd and staggered the blonde.
Natalie cried out, the pain hitting her like waves. Her hands
clenched and unclenched at her sides, unable to defend against
the brutal, chest-level onslaught. Madisyn�s attacks were fast
and fluid, her hardened buds scything across Natalie�s reddened
breasts, carving angry lines with every perfectly timed rake.
Then Madisyn lowered her shoulders, her breathing wild and
furious, and surged upward in a tight, arching motion.
WHAP!
Madisyn�s left nipple speared upward from below, driving hard
into Natalie�s right, the tip sinking deep and lifting with
brutal force. Natalie�s breast jolted violently�the entire mound
rising, her nipple twisting and stretching at a grotesque upward
angle as Madisyn powered through with a surge from her muscular
legs.
�AAAHHHH NOOOO!� Natalie screamed, her eyes bulging in stunned
agony, her back arching as the pain rocketed through her chest.
The force of the impact lifted her clean off the mat until she
was teetering on her tiptoes, every muscle in her body clenched
in shock.
Then, suddenly�POP.
The pressure released with a sickening snap, and Natalie�s
nipple remained bent, half-inverted, twitching in a tortured
crescent. Her whole body shook, her breath leaving her in
shocked gasps as she staggered backward, both arms wrapping
around her throbbing chest.
�WARNING LIND! US OF HANDS! FIRST WARNING!�
Natalie�s arms dropped, trembling useless at her sides�caught
between pride and agony, but too slow to react. Madisyn licked
her lips and lunged like a missile, eyes blazing.
�Oh no you don�t, you little cheat,� she snarled through gritted
teeth. �You don�t get to touch them again� not until I�m done
with them.�
Natalie reeled from the assault, her breathing ragged, her eyes
clouded with pain. She had been in her fair share of duels and
wasn't used to being on the losing side, especially not so
early, not so decisively. Her right nipple was a complete
wreck�reddened, inflamed, trembling with each shallow breath.
Madisyn stood across from her, chest heaving, sweat glistening
on her skin as she prepared for another volley.
But Natalie didn�t go down. She never went down. She had been
here before and knew it would take a lot more than a few volleys
to put her away. A shudder ran through her body, and
then�resolve as the throbbing slowly subsided. Through the haze
of agony, Natalie straightened up and prepared for another
clash. She didn�t say a word. She just stepped forward. Madisyn
blinked, caught off guard. Her attack had been brutal, flawless,
and yet Natalie was somehow still standing� advancing.
Another step.
Natalie�s nipples, battered as they were, seemed to ignite with
purpose�throbbing, jutting, burning with raw determination. And
then�poke. A precise, spear-like thrust from Natalie�s damaged
right nipple drove into Madisyn�s sternum. The younger fighter
yelped, stumbling back a half step.
Poke.
Poke.
Left-right. Left-right. Natalie was relentless, marching forward
like a machine, her nipples stabbing into Madisyn�s tender chest
like twin daggers. Each hit made Madisyn squeal, her confidence
slipping away with every inch she lost. One step. Then another.
Then another. Madisyn�s back hit the ropes.
Trapped.
Her eyes widened in panic. Natalie didn�t slow. She pressed in,
breasts to breasts, their slick, sweat-slicked skin sliding for
a moment�before Natalie aligned. With veteran precision and
impossible poise, Natalie dipped her knees slightly, then
twisted her shoulders inward. Her nipples dug into Madisyn�s
like twin blades stabbing under soft armor�slipping up under the
younger girl�s tortured buds.
Then�she lifted.
Madisyn�s scream tore through the arena like a siren. Her
nipples were being hoisted, the sensitive flesh stretched upward
as Natalie forced the press forward lifting higher and higher..
�GAHHHHHHH!!�
The crowd gasped, half in awe, half in horror. Natalie�s
technique was flawless. Her nipples pressed cruelly up and in,
folding Madisyn�s tender tips against the upper curve of her own
breasts. Madisyn�s arms flailed helplessly at her sides, her
legs trembling as the pain blanketed her chest in a firestorm of
agony. Madisyn�s arms flailed upward, desperation overriding
instinct, and she shoved Natalie�s shoulders with trembling
hands.
�Get the f$ck away from me you b!tch!�
�FOUL! USE OF HANDS�SHIPMAN, FIRST WARNING!� the referee barked,
her voice slicing through the humid silence like a whip.
But Natalie didn't budge. Didn�t blink. Didn�t care. She leaned
in harder, her powerful frame pressing forward with brutal
purpose. Her iron-stiff nipples were perfectly angled, spearing
upward and hooking beneath Madisyn�s own tender buds. Then�with
cruel grace�Natalie lifted higher and higher.
Madisyn�s back arched as her nipples were dragged upward,
stretched painfully the weight of her own solid breasts working
against her as gravity pulled them down while Natalie forced
them skyward. In a cool calculated move, Natalie pierced
underneath and pinned them against her chest. The agony was
immediate and raw, Madisyn�s mouth falling open in a silent
scream.
Natalie�s body closed in, smothering any hope of escape. Her
breasts flattened into Madisyn�s, burying her opponent�s nipples
while still keeping the lift. It was expert. Surgical. Sadistic.
A move few veterans could even pull off. The referee stepped in,
eyes narrowed, methodically counting slowly as the crowd held
their breath.
�One!�
Madisyn trembled, her knees bending slightly under the pressure,
her arms frozen in mid-air�unsure whether to fight back or
collapse.
�Two!�
Natalie adjusted subtly, her hips shifting forward to maintain
full contact, her nipples grinding deeper into the underside of
Madisyn�snubs. The brunette whimpered now, high-pitched and
ragged.
�Three!�
Tears formed in the corners of Madisyn�s clenched eyes. Her legs
shook as the pain escalated�her pinned nipples visibly
distorting under Natalie�s twin spears, bulging and flattened
like bruised buttons.
�Four!�
Natalie�s face was a mask of focused cruelty. She pressed her
forehead against Madisyn�s and whispered something no one could
hear. Madisyn�s lips quivered in response, her arms finally
falling limply to her sides.
�Five!�
The ref stepped back, hand raised. �PIN CONFIRMED!�
The bell **** through the arena, sharp and unforgiving, ending
Round 1. Natalie finally stepped back, peeling herself away with
deliberate slowness, letting Madisyn�s battered breasts sag
against her chest before slumping back against the ropes.
Madisyn�s body heaved with ragged, desperate breaths, her
shoulders drooping as she tried to steady herself. Her
nipples�red, raw, and trembling�twitched involuntarily from the
punishing barrage they�d endured. She clenched the ropes behind
her, teeth gritted, trying to mask the pain burning across her
chest.
The first round had left its mark�and both women knew it. And
Natalie? She stood tall, chest rising and falling, lips curled
into a cold �I told you so� smirk�knowing she had just put on a
masterclass in nipple combat.
Round 1: Natalie Alyn Lind�Winner by Duel Nipple Pin.
Round 2: The Build-Up:
Madisyn Shipman sat hunched over on her stool, her face flushed
and glistening with sweat, her breathing ragged. The pain in her
chest still throbbed�fierce and fresh. Natalie had lined her up
like a sniper in Round 1, isolating her nipples with precision,
locking them in with veteran technique, and helplessly pinning
her to the ropes with a brutal, drawn-out five-count that left
her crying out and helpless. It was the kind of dominance that
made the crowd gasp�and Madisyn reel, emotionally and
physically.
She had her moments early, lots of them. Her quickness, that
youthful edge, it showed. She�d caught Natalie with a few
stingers�clean, jolting shots that had the blonde rocking back
hurt, eyes narrowing. But all of that evaporated once Natalie�s
experience kicked in. Call it inexperience. Call it nerves. Call
it simply getting outclassed. Whatever it was, Natalie hadn�t
come to play. She had come to humiliate.
Jayden Bartels stormed over between rounds, crouching in front
of Madisyn with fire in her eyes. Her tone was sharp but full of
loyalty. She wasn�t going to let her teammate spiral.
�Come on, Maddy,� she snapped, grabbing Madisyn�s chin and
locking eyes with her. �You had her. Don�t let that last move
mess with your head. She got lucky�lined you up, yeah, but you
were beating her to the punch before that. You just lost track
for one second, and she milked it.�
Madisyn shook her head slowly, still nursing the pain in her
chest. Her nipples were raw, stretched, and aching and still
deflated. She couldn�t stop reliving the moment�Natalie�s body
crashing into hers, her own helpless scream echoing in her ears.
Jayden leaned in closer, whispering now, voice dripping with
confidence and venom. �Look at me. You�re firmer than her.
Everyone can see that. That **** is all soft now�floppy and
tired. I want you to go out there and prove it. Show the world
who has the better jugs.�
Before Madisyn could answer, Jayden slipped a hand under each of
Madisyn�s breasts, lifting them gently, testing their weight.
They rose easily and settled with only one bounce, perky and
tight against her chest. Jayden smirked and tilted her head
toward Natalie, who was across the ring, seated on her stool,
calmly sipping water.
�She�s mush. You�ve got steel. Go out there and flatten that
smug b!tch. Make that over-inflated Wicked Queen feel what youth
and firmness really mean.� Her voice turned into a near growl.
�We�re not leading 3-2 because of luck. We�re leading because we
have the better t!ts.�
Madisyn�s eyes snapped wide with renewed fire. She stood before
the bell, her posture proud, her chest pushing forward like a
banner of war. Her firm 34B breasts hugged her chest, barely
jiggling as she bounced from one foot to the other. The pain was
still there�but it was fading behind the adrenaline. Behind the
peppermint oil. Behind the fury.
Across the ring, Natalie Alyn Lind remained composed, almost
regal. Her breathing was steady, her expression cool. She looked
every bit the veteran�the tactician who had just closed out a
dominating first round. She knew Madisyn would come back
swinging in Round 2. They always did after humiliation.
But when she looked up and saw Madisyn standing already�saw the
scowl twisting the younger girl�s face, saw the fierce flex in
her legs and arms, her ripped abs, saw her breasts barely move
as she bounced in place�Natalie�s confidence flickered, just for
a second. She exhaled through her nose. This round was going to
be work.
The arena buzzed with anticipation. Round 2 wasn�t like the
first. It was chaos. It was carnage. It was blunt force trauma
delivered tit-to-tit. The crowd knew it. The fighters knew it.
Everything slowed as the ten-second warning buzzed through the
air.
The referee stood back as both fighters stepped forward, their
eyes locked. They moved in slow, controlled strides�Madisyn
radiating aggression and pent-up fury, Natalie calculating,
ready to shift from calm to cold-blooded.
They came to a stop less than a foot apart, their chests nearly
brushing, so close the heat radiated between them. Breasts full,
nipples stiff with a mix of adrenaline and anticipation, neither
woman flinched, the air around them crackling like the moment
before a lightning strike. Madisyn spoke first, her voice low,
steady, and dangerous.
�You think you�re walking out of Round 2 upright?� Madisyn
hissed, her voice a venomous whisper. �You�ll be lucky to crawl
out with those saggy udders dragging on the ground.� Natalie
smirked, tilting her head just slightly, her eyes gleaming. �If
your strikes are as empty as your words, this will be over
fast,� she shot back. �Don�t mistake firmness for power,
sweetie. I�ve broken a hundred little girls like you.�
Madisyn took a half-step closer, her breasts brushing Natalie�s
with just enough contact to cause a shared intake of breath.
�Yeah?� she spat. �Let�s see what happens when I don�t let you
line me up. Let�s see how long you can take it when I start
hammering your chest like a drum.�
Natalie didn�t flinch. �Careful, rook. This round�s not about
looking pretty. It�s about taking pain. And I promise�you�re not
built for what�s coming.�
The referee wedged between them, arms outstretched, struggling
to hold them back as the crowd rose in a deafening roar, sensing
the explosion about to ignite. Their breasts were fully pressed
now, nipples grazing, the heat between them almost
unbearable�two forces straining against restraint, itching to
tear into each other the second the bell unleashed them.
Jayden was screaming from the Wannabees� corner. �MAUL HER,
MADDY!�
Kylie Jenner, leading the Badass Barbies, just grinned. �Break
her in half, Nat.�
The bell hadn�t rung yet�but when it did, all hell would break
loose, and both fighters knew it. No hesitation. No retreat.
They were locked in a silent, seething promise: neither would
give an inch, and only one would be left standing when the storm
finally hit.
No more testing, no more teasing. They met in the center of the
ring with full momentum, breasts crashing together in a wet,
echoing SMACK that sent shockwaves through the audience. Natalie
Alyn Lind and Madisyn Shipman leaned into one another,
sweat-slick chests mashed together, both grunting as they
twisted and drove their bodies into one another without mercy.
Madisyn wasted no time. She twisted her hips and started using
her slightly smaller but firmer and dangerous chest like a
jackhammer�snapping her torso left and right, punching her
breasts into Natalie�s over and over, the wet smacks getting
louder with each connection. One breast slammed high into
Natalie�s, then low, then diagonally from the side�she was using
technique, angles, leverage.
But Natalie didn�t give an inch. Her heavier, fuller breasts
weren�t made to dart and snap�they were wrecking balls. She took
Madisyn�s attacks head-on, grinding forward, chest pressed
tight, and then began pounding back�shoulders flexing, chest
swinging violently from side to side, battering Madisyn�s 34Bs
with her slightly larger 34 C's in a slow, punishing methodical
rhythm.
WHAM. WHAP. WHUMP.
They reeled, slammed back together, and collided again�five
seconds, ten, fifteen�bodies twisting, breasts whipping,
shoulders jerking in brutal rhythm, every motion a calculated
strike. No hands, no punches�just a violent, sweaty ballet of
flesh and fury, the ring descending into beautiful chaos.
The crowd couldn�t sit still. Chants of �LET�S GO MADISYN!�
clashed with �NATALIE! NATALIE!� in a storm of noise.
Madisyn bent her knees, dipped under Natalie�s heavier chest,
and exploded upward�her breasts crashing from below into the
undersides of Natalie�s, jacking them skyward and forcing a
grunt from the blonde�s lips.
Natalie used her size, muscling in close and body-rolling her
left breast in a brutal, arcing swing that smashed across
Madisyn�s right, jolting a gasp from the younger fighter as she
staggered two steps sideways before catching herself. Without a
pause, they reset, chests heaving, gathering quick breaths
before slamming back together, the sound of flesh meeting flesh
echoing through the arena. Two minutes in, and the crowd was on
its feet, howling in pure, feral excitement.
Natalie took control next, throwing her weight forward and
landing full-body chest bumps�lifting her breasts with a
shoulder pump, then smashing them into Madisyn�s again and
again. Each time, Madisyn�s frame rocked backward. Her eyes
watered, her lips curled in pain, but she refused to fall.
She pivoted sharply to the left, unleashing both breasts in a
powerful, synchronized arc�smack!�a wet crack echoed as they
collided full-force with Natalie�s chest.
�Ahhh�damn it!� Natalie yelped, stumbling back.
�Aww, did that sting, sugar nips?� Madisyn taunted, grinning
wickedly.
Natalie�s eyes flared, staggered for a moment�then swung her
right shoulder back, wound up, and smashed a single, brutal
breast slam into Madisyn�s left forcing it to slam into her
right. The brunette barely stayed upright as she pirouetted
around.
Both women stumbled apart, gasping for breath. Their chests were
glowing�red, raw, slick with sweat. Each breath sent their
nipples bouncing slightly, hardening against the slick, oily
skin. Neither could stop now. They were beyond the point of no
return. With a primal growl, they lunged again, their bodies
slamming together with a crushing force. This time, it was all
inside�their bodies locked in a desperate, intimate struggle,
both refusing to yield.
Close-range body contact, torsos grinding together, shoulders
rolling as they tried to grind the other down. Natalie lifted,
pressed, shoved her breasts upward and into Madisyn�s
chest�bullying the younger girl toward the ropes. Madisyn fought
back with ducking twists and subtle pops from below, her chest
rising to catch Natalie�s and drive her backward.
They swayed, struggling, each woman pushing her limits in a
battle of sheer willpower. Four minutes in, their bodies
drenched in sweat, the tension was suffocating. Madisyn seized
the moment, launching into a furious rally. Her chest slapped
against Natalie�s with lightning speed, each strike a sharp,
snapping impact. She pivoted like a dancer, relentless, slinging
her breasts across Natalie�s one after the other�fighting with
every ounce of fury.
SMACK! WHAP! SLAP!
The crowd lost it. Natalie staggered but stayed upright, bracing
her legs and driving forward, chest lowered just enough to ram
upward and smash into Madisyn�s breasts with a brutal,
spine-arching crush. Madisyn hit the ropes hard, mouth open in a
silent scream�just as Natalie powered in again, relentless.
She rolled her left shoulder, sent her breast in like a hammer,
then followed with the right. One. Two. Again.
WHUMP�WHUMP�WHUMP.
Madisyn twisted, trying to break free, but Natalie stayed glued
to her, chest grinding chest with punishing weight and rhythm.
Another crushing slam and Madisyn almost crumpled�until she
suddenly ducked low, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Arching
her back, hips sinking, Madisyn then rocketed upward, unleashing
a devastating breast uppercut from below.
BOOM.
Her right breast struck upward beneath Natalie�s massive pair,
lifting them violently and sending them slamming into Natalie�s
own face. The blonde�s head jolted back, her mouth open, eyes
suddenly glassy.
The arena erupted.
Natalie stumbled backward, her body loose, feet dragging like
she was falling in slow motion. She spun and crashed chest-first
into the ropes, arms dangling�barely catching herself.
Her entire body was trembling from the impact. Her nipples
pulsing. Her legs shaking. Her head spinning
She pulled herself up and when she turned back toward the center
of the ring�
Madisyn was already there.
With the poise of a killer, the brunette unleashed a savage
sequence of breast blows. Left shoulder swung forward�SLAM�her
breast smashing into Natalie�s battered right breast. Right
shoulder�WHACK�snapped into the side of Natalie�s chest.
Then another from the left�THWAP!
Natalie�s legs buckled, her butt collapsing onto the middle rope
as she sat dazed and glassy-eyed. Madisyn swung her body side to
side, her breasts hammering Natalie�s battered chest like giant,
punishing ping pong balls. Natalie was wrecked�broken, beaten,
and fully at Madisyn�s mercy. Then, helplessly, her body tipped
forward, stumbling into the slaughter.
But instead of hitting the mat�she reached out and clinched.
Her arms wrapped around Madisyn�s back, locking tight, using her
grip to stay upright. Her sweaty breasts mashed desperately into
Madisyn�s, no longer attacking�just clinging.
The crowd exploded in boos and gasps.
�CLINCH! THAT�S A CLINCH!�
Madisyn twisted, trying to shrug Natalie off�but Natalie
wouldn�t let go. She was desperate and her grip was iron.
The ref dove between them.
�SECOND WARNING, LIND�CLINCHING! ONE WARNING LEFT!�
The ref slipped her arm between the two warriors fighting to
distance them and after 15 seconds she managed to shove the
battered blonde back.
�BREAK WHEN I SAY BREAK!�
Natalie looked beat, her knees wobbling, chest still heaving
violently. Her eyes were dazed, her skin slick with sweat. She
staggered to the neutral corner, breasts visibly swollen from
the abuse.
Madisyn stood at center ring, body twitching, chest heaving like
an engine in overdrive. Her 34Bs, flushed and firm, bounced with
each breath�pure weapons now. Natalie, across from her, looked
like she was hanging by a single thread as the ref stretched out
both arms, holding them apart for one last moment.
�Hold position!� she snapped, voice cutting through the chaos.
The crowd was deafening, losing their minds as two soaked,
bruised, chest-wrecked women stared each other down�one swaying
on her feet, the other seething with intent. And when the ref�s
arms dropped� they were going to explode into each other all
over again.
Madisyn surged forward like a predator.
She didn�t care about the clinch. She didn�t care about the
warning. She wanted Natalie finished�now. Her toned, glistening
body stalked across the ring with lethal intent, hips shifting,
chest bouncing in rhythm, eyes locked on her target.
Natalie had just peeled herself off the ropes, chest heaving,
sweat running in streaks down her sides, but when she saw
Madisyn charging, she didn�t flinch. She�d been here before. No
panic, no retreat�just a steady, low stance as she braced
herself, eyes locked. And the moment Madisyn stepped into
range�Natalie struck.
THOOM.
Natalie dropped her weight, rotated her hips, and brought her
right shoulder up in a crushing, upward breast swing that
collided flush with Madisyn�s sternum. The crowd gasped as the
brunette�s chest jolted back violently.
WHUMP.
Before Madisyn could reset, Natalie pivoted and brought the left
breast crashing in from the side, slamming into the upper curve
of Madisyn�s right breast with a fleshy echo.
BOOM.
With a final, forward-driving full-body thrust, Natalie rammed
both breasts into Madisyn�s with brutal force, pushing with all
her might, lifting slightly at the finish for maximum whip.
Madisyn staggered back two steps, her feet slipping as the
impact reverberated through her chest. The crowd erupted in a
frenzy, roaring for what had just unfolded�a triple combo of
big, booming, full-bodied blows, perfect technique, and raw
power. Anyone else would�ve collapsed under that force. But
Madisyn didn�t. She stood tall, breath ragged, her chest
heaving, refusing to fall, refusing to be broken.
She stumbled, caught her balance, and blinked�but she didn�t
buckle. Her 34B's were still up, still centered, still firm. Her
jaw clenched. She took a breath. And she stepped forward again.
Natalie frowned at the sight of Madisyn's still firm chest.
She�d felt those shots land. She�d felt the recoil. She knew
what kind of damage they should�ve done. But Madisyn�s breasts
didn�t sag. They didn�t droop. They didn�t tremble.
And Natalie realized it�Madisyn was built for war. Faster.
Firmer. Cardio through the roof. She�d come into this fight in
peak condition, and it was evident in every strike. But Natalie
wasn�t shaken. The challenge only fueled her determination,
sharpening her focus. She knew she had the stamina, the
strength, and the will to keep fighting. This wasn�t over�not
yet.
She adjusted her stance, shoulders back, chest forward. She knew
she couldn�t outpace Madisyn. She couldn�t match her energy. But
she didn�t have to. She had the size. The mass. The muscle
memory from dozens of battles.
And she knew how to take a storm and turn it.
Madisyn lunged hard with a sharp diagonal whip of her left
breast, but Natalie absorbed it with a grunt, rolled with it,
and answered fast�her right breast sweeping high and clipping
Madisyn�s chest with a loud SMACK. As Madisyn twisted to reset,
hips cocking for another swing, Natalie dipped low, rolled her
shoulder, and launched upward�THWUMP�her breast smashing into
Madisyn�s right with a deep, jarring thud that sent the brunette
jolting sideways. That one hurt.
Natalie felt it�that tiny hesitation, the slightest lag in
Madisyn�s right breast as it rebounded, slower than before. It
was barely there, but enough. Her grin said it all as she
stepped in tighter, crowding Madisyn's space, and without a
word, launched a brutal left-to-right breast swing�SLAM.
Madisyn absorbed the blow and pivoted to counter, but Natalie
stepped in with a precise, upward bump�controlled, deliberate.
She was grinding Madisyn down now, not with reckless power but
with relentless rhythm: one swing, one press, one bump, one
crushing drop�again and again, breaking her down piece by piece.
Madisyn was still faster. Still snapping her hips, still
delivering clean, sharp breast strikes with military precision.
But Natalie was walking through them, absorbing the shots with
her heavier frame, stepping into every exchange, and landing the
cleaner, heavier blows.
Madisyn came at her again�high right swing. Natalie planted her
feet and took the heavy giving Madisyn a freebie. Madisyn
growled then took a wild swing but Natalie ducked her shoulder
and caught her in the midline, breasts slamming hard into
Madisyn�s center mass and stopping her cold. It was like Madisyn
hit a brick wall.
Then came a rising whip from Natalie�s left breast�smashing
Madisyn�s right breast up and over in a jiggling arc. Another
second. Another breath. And again�Natalie stepped forward,
driving her chest into Madisyn�s with a crushing body bump. This
time, Madisyn grimaced. Just for a second. A flicker of pain in
her eyes. A twitch at the corner of her mouth. And Natalie saw
it. Everyone saw it.
Her breast�still firm, still up�took an extra second to rebound.
Natalie surged forward, chest swinging like a pendulum, ready to
break her down completely. But Madisyn twisted off the ropes and
spun away, just in time. They reset. Breasts heaving. Bodies
shining. And for the first time since the round began�they were
dead even. The crowd knew it. Every fan on their feet,
screaming, chanting, shaking the barricades. This was a war.
Madisyn bounced lightly on her feet, circling, her lips pressed
tight, sweat dripping from her jawline. Her chest was still
upright, still dangerous�but now marked, now slightly winded.
Natalie stood her ground, rolling her shoulders, setting her
rhythm. Her chest ached. Her lungs burned. But her eyes were
locked on Madisyn, and her confidence was rising. They stepped
toward each other again. No posturing. No games. No taunts. Just
another brutal collision waiting to happen. And the fight was
far from over. Madisyn Shipman dug deep. She�d felt the tide
turn. She�d seen Natalie start to smile. And she hated it. She
**** hated it. No way. Not yet. Not like this. Not against a
marshmallow like her. She wasn�t done.
From the second they squared off again, Madisyn exploded forward
with every ounce of speed left in her body. Her legs moved like
pistons, hips snapping, her sweat-slicked frame firing on
instinct as her chest started to whip.
POP. POP. POP.
Jab. Jab. Cross.
Her right breast snapped forward like a piston�crack against
Natalie�s sternum. Then a quick sidestep and a brutal body bump
into the ribs. A second later, her left breast dipped low and
uppercut into Natalie�s lower chest, driving the blonde�s rack
momentarily skyward.
WHUMP.
She spun off, quick on her feet, and slammed both breasts into
Natalie�s chest with a double jab, retreating before the counter
could land. Natalie grunted.
Her chest was on fire. Each blow stung more than the
last�Madisyn�s strikes were lightning fast, coming from every
angle, no rhythm, no pattern. Just pure chaos. Every shot from
those **** firm unrelenting breasts felt like it chipped a
little more out of her.
But Natalie didn�t break. She stood her ground. She took it all.
Like a veteran. Like a woman who�d been through wars. Every hit,
every swing, every breath was met with pure determination. Her
chest heaved, muscles strained, but she wasn�t backing down.
Madisyn�s fury only fueled her resolve. This wasn�t over. Not by
a long shot.
Madisyn�s uppercuts connected. Her crosses hit. Her side-swings
slapped and shook Natalie�s impressive breasts in all
directions. But the blonde refused to step back.
Her heels never moved. And slowly�inevitably�Madisyn�s steam
started to thin. It showed in her chest first: her breathing
grew labored, her swings lost a touch of their snap. Her
footwork faltered�just barely�but it was enough for the trained
eye to notice. Natalie saw it. She smiled.
She�s tiring.
Madisyn backed away, her chest heaving, sweat streaming down her
jaw and between her trembling breasts. She gasped for air,
hoping it might save her. But Natalie�s blue eyes were fixed on
her, unwavering. She stepped forward�deliberate, steady, like a
predator closing in for the kill.
Predator mode.
Madisyn tried to circle, but Natalie kept her cut off. Another
step. Then another. A sudden chest bump drove Madisyn backward.
Then another. Each step came with a press�Natalie shoving her
chest into Madisyn�s, bullying her, wearing her down.
The brunette�s legs began to wobble, her feet scrambling as she
tried to escape�trying to survive. But there was nowhere to go.
Natalie walked her down, relentless, until Madisyn�s back
slammed against the corner turnbuckles with a soft thud. And
then it happened.
Natalie Lind unleashed hell.
She exploded.
Chest swinging like twin wrecking balls, Natalie went all in.
Left to right. Right to left. Overhand arcs. Upward cuts.
Thudding body bumps. Over and over, in rapid fire, each blow
meant to break whatever was left of Madisyn�s resistance.
BOOM. BOOM. WHACK.
The walls shook with every collision as Madisyn ducked low,
Natalie�s right breast whiffing past. She weaved left, dodging
the counter too, the crowd gasping as the near-misses crackled
through the air.
Madisyn was still moving, head bobbing, chest swaying, instincts
barely keeping her alive, but the damage was mounting fast. Her
back hit the turnbuckles again�no bounce this time�her head
dipping lower, upper body twitching with exhaustion, her
defenses crumbling, counters gone, legs rubber. Natalie kept
firing without mercy, battering her. Then it happened�Madisyn
ducked under a massive left breast swing, her torso dipping low,
hair whipping, and as she rose, her head tilted up�timing one
desperate move.
WHAM.
Natalie�s right breast came roaring through the air in a wide,
looping cross, missing Madisyn�s chest by inches�barely�a humid
rush of air brushing her sweaty skin instead.
IT HIT HER FACE.
Madisyn�s head snapped to the side.
The crowd let out a collective gasp as her body froze
mid-motion.
Her arms fell limp at her sides.
Her eyes rolled upward, fluttering white.
And for one chilling moment, Madisyn just stood there�still,
frozen�before her left leg buckled, her knee twisting inward,
and her right shoulder dipped in collapse.
And like a tree falling in slow motion, Madisyn spiraled to the
mat�arms flailing, legs splayed awkwardly, hair flying in all
directions. Her body crashed down in a twisted heap at the foot
of the turnbuckles.
Face down.
Motionless.
OUT COLD.
The referee dove in immediately, waving both arms frantically
above her head.
�THAT�S IT! SHE�S OUT! IT�S OVER!�
KO.
KO.
WINNER BY KNOCKOUT�NATALIE ALYN LIND!!!
The crowd exploded. The building shook as cheers thundered from
every section. The ring announcer could barely be heard over the
chaos. Natalie stood over her fallen rival, her chest heaving,
arms spread wide as she turned slowly to soak in the roar of the
crowd.
She�d done it.
She�d survived the storm.
She�d outlasted the younger, firmer, faster opponent.
She�d landed the kill shot.
And yet�something wasn�t right.
Challenging the Call:
From the edge of the ring�Jayden Bartels and Darci Lynne Farmer
stormed in like thunder, followed closely by the rest of the
Wannabees, their faces twisted with fury. They weren�t checking
on Madisyn. They weren�t calling for medics. They were in the
referee�s face, pointing fingers, yelling over the roar of the
crowd.
Jayden�s voice cut through first:
�SHE HIT HER IN THE FACE! THAT WAS ILLEGAL! THAT�S NOT A
WIN�THIRDSTRIKE! THAT�S A **** DQ!�
The crowd�s energy shifted�booing, confusion, a few stunned
gasps�while amidst the arguing, Madisyn remained motionless.
Darci pointed a finger at the replay screen, already flashing
the slow-mo footage of the final blow. �Look at it!� she
screamed. �That�s not a breast shot! That�s a right cross to the
head! You have to reverse this!� Security swarmed ringside.
More refs poured in, the official who�d called the KO now backed
into a corner, holding her hands up defensively as the furious
stables shouted over each other. Kylie Jenner climbed into the
ring next to Natalie, both of them suddenly tense, confused,
uncertain.
Natalie raised her hands again�but this time, not in victory.
She was trying to explain.
�I was aiming for her chest,� she said, breathless. �She ducked
at the last second. I brushed her breast and it's legal. That�s
not a foul!�
Kylie leaned in close, whispering rapidly to her Natalie,
glancing back toward the chaos growing near the opposite corner.
The ring was descending into madness. Medics finally reached
Madisyn, who still hadn�t moved beyond a soft groan; she was
conscious now, barely, eyes fluttering, but completely
disoriented. The KO was real�and it was brutal. But was it
legal?
The crowd didn�t know what to think. Half were cheering, half
were booing, the noise crashing together in a chaotic roar as
the announcer�s voice echoed again, strained and cracking,
desperately trying to keep order:
�We have a knockout by Natalie Alyn Lind� however, an official
protest has been filed by the Wannabees stable. The result is
now under review.�
Natalie stared out at the crowd, her chest still rising and
falling, her face flushed deep red from exhaustion and
adrenaline. Jayden stood on the far side, seething, arms rigid
at her sides, while Darci crossed her arms tightly, her eyes
bouncing between the medics tending to Madisyn and the referees,
pure venom dripping from her glare. No one was celebrating now.
No one even moved. The whole arena seemed to be holding its
breath. Confusion, anger, fear�it was thick in the air. And yet
one thing was clear�this wasn�t over. Not even close.
This fight was over or was it?
Not yet. The ring was in turmoil, buzzing with chaos and
confusion. Natalie Alyn Lind stood with her arms still slightly
raised, sweat streaming down her face, her chest rising and
falling with exhaustion. Kylie Jenner hovered just behind her,
tense and alert, her expression hard as steel, eyes scanning the
frantic scene unfolding around them.
Across the ring, Jayden Bartels was fuming, her face flushed
with anger. The Wannabees were in a frenzy�Darci Lynne pacing
and shouting, Jenna Ortega throwing her hands up in disbelief,
and a pair of officials struggling to keep them from charging at
Kylie and Natalie. "That was a head shot!" Jayden yelled again,
pointing at the big screen replay looping above the ring.
The shot was brutal. In real time, it was hard to tell exactly
where Natalie�s right breast landed. The motion was so fast, so
brutal, and the impact so vicious that Madisyn crumpled
instantly.
Kylie, ever the composed queen of chaos, stepped toward the
officials with a hand raised.
�It�s right there, frame by frame!� she snapped, pointing at the
screen now paused. �Look at her right boob�look how it ripples!
Natalie�s breast clearly hits Madisyn�s first. It brushed her
chest before it grazed her chin. That�s a legal knockout!�
She jabbed a manicured finger at the frozen image, zoomed in to
show Madisyn�s right breast�slightly displaced in a ripple
effect�as Natalie�s swing passed.
�See?!� Kylie barked. �She touched her. Chest to chest. That�s
all that matters.�
Jayden shoved her back with both hands. �Get the wh0re outta
here, you cheaters!�
Security surged in as Kylie stumbled backward, hands up, and
Natalie stepped forward, squaring up instinctively, eyes
blazing. But the officials quickly intervened, stepping between
them. Jayden stormed past everyone, marching straight to the
nearest referee, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and dragging
him toward the big screen.
�She missed. And you know it. She missed the chest and went for
the face.�
She hit play again�slow motion.
Natalie�s breast swung through the air like a wrecking ball,
just missing Madisyn�s chest, grazing past her�barely making
contact. Or� not? The replay looped again, the crowd murmuring,
confusion rising. It was almost impossible to tell, the fine
line between a brush and a blow blurring in the replay�s
slow-motion dance.
�That�s not a strike. That�s a desperate cheap shot. She was
gassed, and she was losing. So she cheated. You have to reverse
it. Three strikes and you�re out�right? That�s the rule. Madisyn
wins by DQ.�
The referee and officials huddled, watching the same footage
again, then again, shifting angles to view it from the opposite
side of the ring. From one perspective, it looked like Natalie�s
breast missed completely�swooping clean past Madisyn�s sternum
and blasting her square on the jaw�but from another camera, high
and to the left, Madisyn�s breast visibly moved, a soft ripple,
just a touch. They played it back again, and again, and again,
still arguing, still split.
One ref shook his head. �It�s like� one of those NBA plays where
a fingernail grazes the ball as it flies out of bounds.�
�Or a toe tap on the sideline,� another muttered. �A single
frame deciding everything.�
Jayden could barely contain herself. �You�re telling me this
decides a KO? That�s what we�re doing now?! A damn breeze
brushing her tit and now it counts?!�
Darci shouted behind her, �THIS IS BULLSHIT! YOU GUYS ARE
COWARDS!�
The ring was nearing a breaking point, and then�it happened. A
commotion broke out in the front row as a girl, maybe nineteen,
with dyed pink hair and a cropped Karate Divas hoodie, started
shoving her way through the crowd. She ducked under the
guardrail, pushed past a stunned security guard, and climbed
onto the apron before anyone could stop her, screaming at the
top of her lungs, �WAIT!� while holding up her phone.
�I GOT IT. I GOT IT IN SLO-MO. LOOK. JUST LOOK.�
Everyone froze as the nearest referee jumped down from the ring,
and the girl, her hands trembling from adrenaline, handed over
her phone. Onscreen, her footage began playing in perfect slow
motion�a low angle, like she�d been filming from the floor
through the ropes. Natalie�s breast swung past Madisyn�s chest�
And clearly brushed it�a split second before the impact to
Madisyn�s face. The contact wasn�t hard, but it was undeniable,
enough to make Madisyn�s right breast shift visibly, enough to
satisfy the rulebook, enough to make the knockout legal. The
referee climbed back into the ring, the tension thick as every
eye locked onto her, the whole arena holding its breath. She
walked to the center of the ring and raised his microphone.
Her voice echoed over the sound system:
�Upon official review of all camera angles, including new
footage submitted by a third-party spectator��
A pause.
Everyone held their breath.
�The final blow is confirmed to have made legal contact to the
opponent�s chest prior to head impact.�
She turned to Natalie.
�Winner by knockout� NATALIE ALYN LIND!�
The place exploded�cheers, boos, horns, and screams all crashing
together in a deafening wave. But the Wannabees were losing it;
Jayden lunged forward again, only for two security guards to
grab her and hold her back, while Darci fought to tear free from
another guard and Jenna stood at the ropes, screaming furiously
into the nearest camera.
�YOU STOLE THIS! YOU ROBBED US! THIS WHOLE THING IS FIXED!�
Natalie stood tall, stunned for just a second, before the weight
of the victory sank in. Her mouth opened in disbelief�then
curled into a victorious grin. Kylie was the first to raise her
hand high, beaming, shouting something the cameras didn�t catch.
The referee grabbed Natalie�s wrist and raised it high. It was
official now. The fight was sealed, locked in the books. The
record would show:
KO win for Natalie Alyn Lind.
Madisyn Shipman was still being helped to her feet by trainers
as the victors exited the ring, flanked by security and
swallowed by a roar of mixed cheers and boos from the crowd. The
Wannabees slowly pulled themselves together near the steps,
Jayden gathering her squad around her�Madisyn half-conscious but
upright now, slumped against the lowest turnbuckle, breathing
hard.
Jayden ripped the mic out of the ref's hands and stood in front
of them all, her head shaking slowly, fire blazing in her eyes.
She didn�t shout. She didn�t scream. When she finally spoke, her
voice was low, steady�and burning.
�They stole it from us,� she said. �You all saw it. They knew
she was done. They knew she couldn�t hang. And they found a
loophole. They robbed Madisyn. They f$cking ROBBED her!�
Half the crowd exploded in noise as Jayden�s team defiantly
threw their fists in the air, rallying around her burning stare.
�She fought her damn heart out. She took everything that floppy
over-rated **** had and kept coming. She was winning. And they
knew it. Everyone here knew it! So they had found a way out. Had
to find a way to cheat there way into a win! This sucks. It
sucks A$$.�
Darci took the mic and chimed in, her voice **** but fierce.
�Maddy was never outclassed. Just out-cheated.�
Jayden crouched down and took Madisyn�s hand in hers. �You kept
your head up and your breasts flying. You had her.�
Madisyn groaned, barely able to nod. Jayden stood up again and
looked around at her team�fire burning in every face. �This . .
. this isn�t the end,� she said. �This is the beginning.�
The girls leaned in closer. �Every stunt they pull. Every
shortcut. Every lie. We�ll be there. Watching. Waiting. And when
the time comes��
She glanced at the camera, her glare icy cold. �We have the
Barbie Killer still to come�and when Sydney fake t!ts Sweeney
meets them close up, Fran will crush them.�
The team put their fists together in the center.
�Wannabees on three.�
�One��
�Two��
�THREE"
"WANNABEES!�
Jayden Incites a Riot:
The air was electric. The crowd was still roaring over the
controversial decision. The fight was over�Natalie Alyn Lind�s
arm had been raised, her victory recorded, her name etched into
the scorecards as the winner by knockout.
But the war was far from done. Jayden Bartels was a storm of
fury, her fists clenched, her jaw set, her pulse pounding in her
ears as her eyes locked on the smug, smirking face of Kylie
Jenner and the triumphant blonde who stood beside her. Jayden
didn�t care about decorum anymore. She didn�t care about being
fined, suspended, or banned. She cared about justice. She cared
about vengeance. And with a furious scream ripping from her
throat, Jayden surged forward.
She shoved past two officials and ripped the microphone from the
announcer�s hand mid-sentence, her voice cutting into the sound
system with a blast of feedback that made the crowd wince.
�NO!� she screamed, her voice shaking with fury. �We�re not
going to sit here and let these billionaire plastic pieces of
**** buy their way to another stolen win!�
The crowd gasped. Kylie�s face twisted into a glare. Natalie
turned to see what was happening. �You all saw it!� Jayden
continued, pacing in a tight circle in the center of the ring.
�They couldn�t win fair. Natalie was done! Madisyn had her! But
they had the refs. They had the money. They had the judges!�
The noise in the arena began to shift, growing louder, faster,
more frenzied by the second as Jayden lifted her free hand and
pointed directly at the luxury skybox above the ring�where UCC
brass and billionaires sat watching in stunned silence, their
faces tight with tension as the storm below gathered force.
�THAT�S who�s calling the shots! Some rich **** with a
checkbook, not the fighters in the ring!�
The crowd erupted in mixed cheers and boos. Tensions were
fraying like rope soaked in gasoline.
�Are we going to TAKE this?� she screamed, her voice cracking.
�Are we going to LET them BUY THEIR WINS?! Madisyn should b out
there fighting round 3! Natalie is a puzzy and was getting her
t!ts handed to her and cheated. 3 STRIKES! That was the
3[sup]rd[/sup] strike and floppy knew she was on her way out and
CHEATED!�
The crowd was getting worked up, and the answer came not in
words�but in action as CHAOS ERUPTED; first a punch, then a
slap, and then all hell broke loose as a man in the front row
wearing a pink �Team Barbie� shirt hurled a beer can at a group
of Wannabee fans, hitting a teenage girl square in the back ,
prompting her brother to lunge at the man as they went down
swinging, fists flying.
It quickly escalated when a woman grabbed another by the hair
and threw her over the barricade, the two tumbling into the
aisle shrieking and clawing, mini skirts hiked up, legs kicking
and twisting as they rolled through spilled popcorn and beer;
and all around the arena, fans began fighting�not just Barbie
fans versus Wannabee fans, but everyone, a complete pandemonium
exploding in every direction.
A group of women near the entrance tunnel were locked in a
vicious free-for-all�tops ripped, bras exposed, breasts slapped
and mauled as the crowd screamed in horror and awe. Security
tried to pull them apart, but they were outnumbered and
overwhelmed.
Men were pounding fists into each other�s faces, blood spraying
onto the seats as one man tackled another into the metal guard
rail, both flipping over into the front row; another woman
grabbed a chair and swung it at a group of screaming fans, only
for it to be snatched mid-air, turning into a wild struggle that
ended with both of them tumbling down the concrete steps; and
all the while, Jayden stood in the ring, shouting into the mic
like a revolutionary, her voice cutting through the chaos.
�COME ON! Show these officials they can�t be bought! Show them
who we are!�
Fans surged toward the barricades, pushing security back as the
storm spread to the backstage area. Fighters, trainers, and
staff spilled out from the locker rooms, trying to break things
up�only to get dragged into brawls of their own. The arena had
become a warzone.
Fists flew. Screams echoed. Hair was pulled in massive tufts,
chunks of extensions and real strands alike torn from scalps.
Girls were crying, laughing, bleeding. One had her bikini top
ripped right off and was yanked into a headlock, her attacker
mauling her breasts while taunting her in full view of a crowd
of onlookers capturing everything on their phones.
In the ring, security had finally swarmed Jayden�but it was too
late. But she had won the war of the crowd. As security dragged
her toward the ropes, handcuffs glinting in the overhead lights,
Jayden lifted the mic one last time. Her voice was hoarse, raw,
but powerful.
�WANNA. BEES. WANNA. BEES.�
The crowd�especially her loyal faction�picked it up.
�WANNA-BEES! WANNA-BEES!�
She was halfway down the steps when she raised her fist and
screamed one final rallying cry.
�BARBIE. KILLER!�
The words exploded from Jayden�s lips like a war cry�and the
crowd ignited. Within seconds, it roared through the arena like
a tidal wave.
�BARBIE KILLER! BARBIE KILLER!�
All eyes turned to Francesca Capaldi, the flame-haired fury
standing defiant, chest heaving with anticipation, ready to
bring down the Barbies; across from her waited Sydney Sweeney,
the golden jewel of Kylie�s empire, poised for war. The storm
was coming.
As security dragged Jayden Bartels down the aisle, cuffed and
still seething, she managed a wild grin�she didn�t care that
she�d been hauled off, or that she was banned from ringside for
the final match, or that the officials thought they�d silenced
her. She had lit the spark. She had turned a fight into a
revolution.
It took fifteen brutal minutes for security to regain control,
but by then, the arena looked like a battlefield�dozens of fans
treated for cuts, bruises, and concussions, others being hauled
out in cuffs, trash and clothing and hair scattered everywhere,
blood smeared across the rails, and even the jumbotron **** from
the chaos.
And still, the chants rose, defiant and wild, echoing through
the rafters: "WANNABEES! WANNABEES!" and, more distant but sharp
as a knife: "BARBIE KILLER! BARBIE KILLER!"
Backstage, Kylie Jenner stormed up and down like a caged tiger
while Natalie, still shaken, sat wrapped in towels, wincing as
medics gently examined her bruised breasts. �I�m owed my five
minutes,� Natalie snapped. �I wrecked that b!tch�almost beat her
t!ts off her chest!�
�She�ll get hers,� Kylie growled. �After Sydney crushes that
snotty little redhead, I�m demanding it.�
A sly grin curled on Natalie�s lips. "By the time I�m done,
Madisyn�s going to wish she never grew a pair."
When the officials finally made their way to the locker room,
Kylie was still livid. She demanded arrests, demanded fines, and
pledged that she would make sure that Jayden Bartels would be
banned for life. But deep down, even she knew it would all come
down to the final match.
Jayden had made her mark and while the brash Wannabee Leader
wouldn�t be in Francesca Capaldi�s corner for the final
match�but her spirit would be. And the war between the Wannabees
and the Badass Barbies? It had just reached a boiling point.
Natalie Alyn Lind wins by Knock Out 11 minutes 15 seconds in
Round Two
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Written by the Badass Barbies.
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Re: Match 06 - Natalie Alyn Lind vs Madisyn Shipman
By: Brick60 Date: April 27, 2025, 8:51 am
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Awesome battle great writing
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