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Match 03 Apartment lingerie wrestling
By: awesome aries Date: October 5, 2025, 1:14 pm
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The Final Verdict
Round 3 - Lingerie Apartment Wrestling .
Dove�s Locker Room (Pre-Match)
The atmosphere is charged. Dove paces the room in a silky red
lace bra and matching panties, every step sharp with focus and
fury. The delicate lingerie makes her look more dangerous than
vulnerable�like a predator dressed for the kill. Joey King and
Alyson Michalka sit nearby, trying to steady their friend�s
emotions before she storms into battle.
Joey King: soft but urgent �Dove, I need to say this. Earlier� I
wasn�t doubting you. You know I believe in you. It was just me
trying to push you�trying to light that fire to destroy Laura.�
Dove Cameron: stops pacing, fists flexing against her thighs �I
know, Joey. I get it. I�m just sick of her. Sick of Laura still
smirking, still strutting around like she�s on my level. She�s
always under my skin, and it�s time I rip her out of it.�
Joey King: �The series is tied. You crushed her in arm
wrestling, she got you in oil wrestling. Now it�s apartment
wrestling, one of her picks. She thinks lingerie and a mattress
mean she�s in control.�
Dove Cameron: a sly smile spreads across her face �Let her think
that. Laura believes she�s clever, but she has no idea what�s
waiting for her. She wanted me in her specialty? She�s about to
regret it. I�m going to make her choke on her own arrogance.�
Alyson Michalka: leaning forward, voice sharp �Exactly. Laura�s
a wild brawler, but submissions? She�s clueless. She doesn�t
have a single hold worth fearing. If you drag her into your
game, Dove, she won�t last five minutes.�
Dove Cameron: adjusts the lace strap of her bra, eyes flashing
�Good. Because tonight isn�t just about beating her. I�m going
to humiliate her, in her own so-called specialty, while everyone
watches her break like a fragile little girl.�
Dove Cameron: shaking her head, smirking �Don�t kid yourself,
Alyson. Laura�s got a couple moves, but nothing I haven�t seen a
hundred times before.�
Joey King: serious, leaning in �Just remember�her legs are
dangerous. They�re her best weapon, and if she gets them locked
around you, she can do real damage. You need to chop them down
early. Take her legs, and she won�t be the same fighter.�
Dove Cameron: laughs coldly, adjusting the strap of her lace bra
�Her legs and those tiny, perky little t!ts she struts around
with�that�s all she�s got. If by some miracle she pulls this
off, fine. Then it�s off to the breast battle and I know for a
fact that I'm going to flatten her and make her cry. Either way,
her legs are mine tonight. That�s how I�m going to break her.�
Dove stands, fire in her eyes as she stretches her toned body in
her silky lingerie.
Dove Cameron: with finality �It�s almost time. Help me get
ready. I�m about to make sure Laura Marano never forgets what it
feels like to be dismantled.�
Across the Way � Laura�s Locker Room (Pre-Match)
Laura adjusts the straps of her white lace bra, her matching
panties clinging to her curves as she stares into the mirror.
Katherine McNamara leans against the wall, while Vanessa Marano
stands nearby with crossed arms, both watching their fighter
prepare for war.
Katherine McNamara: steady voice �Laura, I want you to forget
about the last fight. What matters is you shocked everyone by
beating Dove in the oil pit. She was undefeated in that mess
until you came along and embarrassed her. She�s furious now�you
know she�s coming at you like a storm, so you need to be ready.�
Laura Marano: grinning faintly, brushing a strand of hair back
�So what�s the plan then, Kat? Look, I know I can outbox her.
Everyone knows that. And I already beat Dove in her so-called
specialty�the oil pit. If I could wrestle her down there, why
wouldn�t I be able to do it on a mattress? I can fight, I can
wrestle, I can scrap�I might not have a �specialty,� but I can
do it all.�
Katherine McNamara: smiling with pride �And that�s exactly who
you are. Not a one-trick fighter, but someone with the biggest
heart in the room. Dove relies on her power and her ego, but
you? You always dig deeper. You always find a way to claw your
opponent down.�
Laura Marano: nods slowly, fists clenching �Not always� but I
never stop giving everything I�ve got. And right now, the bell�s
about to ring for me and Dove. This isn�t just another
round�it�s her or me. Whoever wins this round will be hard to
beat.�
Katherine McNamara: �Exactly. We�ve got your back, Laura. Win
this one, and you�ll take control of the whole series. Next
comes the breast-to-breast battle�and let�s be real, you�ve got
the firmest set in this stable. But don�t look too far ahead.
Right now it is about breaking Dove in her own headspace.�
Laura Marano: snickers coldly �Don�t worry, Kat. I won�t be
looking ahead. My eyes are locked on submitting Dove. By the
end of tonight, she�ll be the one looking up at me.�
Vanessa Marano: stepping forward, placing a hand on her sister�s
shoulder �That�s the attitude, sis. I�m right here. Let�s get
you ready to go out there and finish this.�
Laura smirks into the mirror one last time, tugging her white
lace straps tight, her body and mind ready for war.
Thirty minutes later, both women stood in their finest lingerie,
tension simmering beneath every step as they made their way to
the stage where their Lingerie Apartment Wrestling war would be
decided. The rivalry was deadlocked � each had claimed one
victory. Now, everything hung in the balance in this pivotal
match.
For Laura, it was do-or-die. A loss here would mean Dove truly
had her number heading into the impending Breast Battle. The
rules were brutally simple, agreed upon by both: no points, no
pins � victory could come only by submission. One woman would
have to make the other give up� and admit defeat.
The Apartment Setting
The stage inside the MGM Grand Ballroom had been transformed
into an intimate battleground. At the far corner of the arena
stood an elevated platform designed to resemble a luxurious
apartment, divided neatly down the middle by a padded,
waist-high room partition.
To the right, an elegant living room setup featured a
high-backed sofa running along the side wall, complemented by a
pair of padded chairs positioned against the back.
On the left side of the divider, a bedroom awaited � dominated
by a king-sized bed with a tall, cushioned headboard pressed
against the wall. A scattering of throw pillows added a
deceptive touch of comfort to the otherwise tense scene. A pair
of padded chairs completed the furnishings, while a thick, plush
carpet stretched across the entire stage, softening the surface
but not the stakes of the battle about to unfold.
As the two women stepped into the apartment-style arena, a wave
of anticipation rippled through the crowd. The applause grew
louder as Dove Cameron and Laura Marano took their positions on
opposite sides of the stage, each looking absolutely stunning in
their chosen lingerie.
Laura, radiant yet fierce, wore a sheer white lace set that
shimmered under the soft stage lights. Dove followed moments
later, striding confidently into the room in a crimson silk
ensemble that hugged her every curve � bold, sensual, and
commanding attention.
Dove Cameron (smirking): �White, Laura? Really? When I�m done
with you, it�ll be red � soaked in your blood.�
Laura Marano (with a sly grin): �I figured that�s why you�re
wearing red � so no one can tell how much you�ll bleed.�
A murmur spread through the audience at the sharp exchange, the
air crackling with tension and bravado.
Referee (stepping forward): �Alright, ladies. This is a no-rules
fight. I�m only here to call the submission � that�s the only
way to win. No breaks, no rounds. Once we start, it doesn�t stop
until one of you gives up.�
Both women locked eyes, hearts pounding as the referee stepped
back.
Referee: �If you�re ready� then let�s get it on.�
The crowd roared as Dove and Laura began circling, the
atmosphere charged with electricity and raw anticipation.
The Fight:
The two women circled carefully, eyes locked, every movement
taut with anticipation. Their claws flexed in readiness as they
traded sharp little taunts�each word another spark in the
growing fire between them.
Fifteen seconds of silence and tension passed before they lunged
in unison, locking up in a collar-and-elbow struggle. The power
shifted back and forth until Laura twisted free and shoved Dove
hard. The blonde stumbled backward, losing balance and landing
on her backside.
Dove pushed up quickly, brushing her hair from her face and
sneering.
�Is that all you�ve got, Laura? I think I�ve already softened
you up.�
Laura�s eyes narrowed. �Not quite, Dove.�
They clashed again�another collar-and-elbow tie-up�but this time
Dove struck first, driving her heel down onto Laura�s bare foot.
The brunette cried out as Dove buried her shoulder and rammed
her into the wall with a hard thud.
Dove�s hand shot up, gripping a fistful of Laura�s hair. She
slammed Laura�s head back once, twice, three times against the
wall before yanking her away and hurling her across the room.
Laura crashed over the low divider and disappeared into the
adjoining side.
Dove leaned over to follow up�but Laura struck from below,
catching a handful of blonde hair and dragging her down over the
divider. Dove�s legs flew high, flipping over the barrier before
she hit the floor on the other side.
The impact only fueled her. Dove lashed out, catching enough
leverage off the wall to lunge at Laura and drive her to the
bed. The two rolled and grappled wildly on the tangled sheets,
neither gaining clear control until they tumbled off the edge.
They hit the carpet hard�Laura landing on top. The air whooshed
from Dove�s lungs in a gasp. She lay pinned beneath the
brunette, Laura�s fingers tight in her hair, holding her down as
Dove thrashed beneath her.
Dove snarled up at her rival. �You�re going to have to do better
than that, Laura.�
Laura pressed her forearm hard across Dove�s chest, trying to
pin her, but Dove shot a knee into her back and used the moment
to twist free. With a quick roll, she reversed their positions
and shoved Laura onto her back. Both scrambled apart, breathing
hard.
Dove was the first to her feet�she caught a handful of Laura�s
hair and yanked her up before the brunette could recover. With a
cruel snap of her wrist, Dove delivered a vicious backhand chop
that landed square across Laura�s chest. The sharp crack echoed
through the room as Laura gasped, clutching at the sting in her
breasts.
She stumbled back, barely able to raise her arms before Dove
closed in again. They collided, bodies straining as they locked
up in another fierce grapple. They staggered together until they
hit the low wall, crashing over it and tumbling back into the
living room.
For long, chaotic seconds, the two rolled and clawed at one
another across the carpet. Legs tangled, fingers knotted in
hair, their movements wild and desperate. Neither could keep
control for more than a heartbeat at a time.
Finally, Laura found an opening�she snaked her right arm around
Dove�s head and cinched it tight in a headlock as she struggled
to her feet. Dove grunted and wrapped her arms around Laura�s
thigh, hoisting her partway up off the floor. Laura leaned all
her weight down on Dove�s shoulders, forcing the blonde to her
knees.
Gritting her teeth, Dove hugged Laura�s waist tight and surged
up, slamming her rival back against the wall. The impact shook
the divider, and Laura let out a sharp cry before driving a
forearm across Dove�s shoulders. Dove dropped down onto the
couch, but not before burying a knee deep into Laura�s abdomen.
Both women spilled apart, panting and glaring. Dove rolled to
one side, while Laura steadied herself against the wall. They
rose slowly, adjusting their lingerie tops�fingers slipping
under the straps, pushing their breasts back into place.
Their eyes locked again. The crowd could feel it�the next
exchange would be even harsher. They began circling in the
middle of the bedroom, hair disheveled, sweat glistening,
neither willing to back down.
Dove motioned for Laura to bring it on, taunting her with a
confident smirk. Laura lunged forward, claws out, driving Dove
backward onto the couch. The two tangled immediately�hair
flying, limbs thrashing�as Dove seized a handful of Laura�s hair
and dragged her across the back of the couch. With a quick
pivot, Dove wrapped her arm around Laura�s head, cinching in a
tight headlock. Laura fought back furiously, blocking Dove�s arm
and twisting her body until she caught Dove in an Americana,
wrenching her opponent�s left arm behind her back.
Dove let out a sharp cry of pain, but both were still too fresh
to give in. Snarling, Dove powered backward, slamming Laura into
the wall with a hard thud. Laura gritted her teeth and, before
Dove could react, snaked her arm up under Dove�s chin and locked
in a chokehold. Dove�s face reddened as she clawed for air, then
suddenly snapped her head back, the back of her skull cracking
into Laura�s nose.
Laura cried out and released her grip as Dove spun around and
delivered a vicious front kick to Laura�s chest. The impact sent
Laura reeling, arms instinctively covering her breasts. Dove
grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her upright again. Blood
streaked from Laura�s nose and lip, and Dove grinned, sensing
control. She **** Laura across the chest with a brutal backhand
breastchop, the sound echoing through the room. Laura gasped in
pain, her chest turning red from the sting.
Pressing her advantage, Dove ducked low, caught Laura�s ankle,
and twisted hard, locking in a cruel ankle hold. Laura screamed,
twisting on the floor, her free leg flailing until she managed
to kick Dove squarely in the chest. The blow broke the hold and
sent Dove stumbling back, clutching her ribs. Laura crawled
away, clearly in pain, limping and trying to get her balance as
Dove regrouped for the next attack.
Laura adjusted the thin straps of her lacy white camisole,
trying to steady her breathing as she stamped some feeling back
into her left foot. The fabric clung to her skin, damp with
sweat and drops of blood, and her chest rose and fell sharply.
Dove spotted her opening�Laura was hurt�and lunged low, aiming
for Laura�s right foot. But Laura reacted in an instant, driving
a sharp front kick into Dove�s midsection.
The impact knocked the air out of Dove, a long hiss escaping her
lips as she doubled over in pain. Laura wiped the blood from her
nose and mouth with the back of her hand, though the bleeding
didn�t stop; crimson drops spattered the carpet beneath her.
Seizing the moment, Laura grabbed Dove by the shoulders and
slammed her forearm across her chest, once, twice, three
times�each strike forcing Dove down until she collapsed to her
knees.
Dove clutched at Laura�s legs, trying to pull her down, but
Laura backpedaled just enough to keep control. She leaned
forward, snaked both arms under Dove�s chin, and yanked upward
in a tight, improvised choke. Dove�s face twisted in pain as she
pushed with her legs, driving forward until both women tumbled
backward onto the couch in a messy heap.
Laura quickly transitioned, sliding her left arm under Dove�s
right and pulling up into a shoulder hook that made the blonde
grunt in agony. Dove, refusing to stay trapped, drove her body
weight down, pressing Laura deep into the cushions. Laura winced
but refused to release the pressure on Dove�s arm.
Dove�s power kept Laura pinned, but the brunette shifted just
enough to wrap her legs tightly around Dove�s waist. She began
squeezing, her thighs digging in deep as Dove tried to bounce
free. Every bounce loosened Laura�s leg lock slightly, but each
time, Laura countered by yanking harder on Dove�s shoulder,
grinding the blonde�s joint to its limit as both women groaned
in strain and defiance.
Both women gasped and squealed, muscles burning, as the struggle
escalated. Laura seized a handful of Dove�s blonde hair and used
her legs to twist the other woman around, driving her to the
floor with a thud. Dove rolled and twisted, scrambling to her
feet just as Laura sprang up, the rage between them fueling
every movement.
They collided again, each pulling the other close. Dove snaked
her arm around Laura�s head and neck, attempting control, while
Laura clamped her arms around Dove�s waist and slammed her into
the wall. Dove�s grip faltered, and Laura yanked her away, then
used her hips to toss Dove onto the carpet with force.
Laura�s top had slipped down one shoulder, leaving her left
breast exposed. She quickly adjusted it, tucking it back into
place before grabbing Dove by the hair and pulling her upright.
Dove immediately lunged at Laura�s left leg, attempting another
ankle lock, but Laura blocked with a sharp kick to Dove�s chest.
Refusing to give an inch, Dove clamped onto Laura�s leg, locking
in the ankle hold she had been aiming for. Laura let out a sharp
scream as a jolt of pain shot up her leg. Dove�s grin widened �
the submission was just moments away.
But Laura wasn�t finished. Through the searing agony, she drove
her free leg upward in a desperate, explosive kick that sent
Dove tumbling back onto the bed. Without missing a beat, Laura
sprang to her feet and lunged again � only to find Dove already
sitting up, ready and alert.
Dove reacted instantly, wrapping her left arm around Laura and
twisting her onto the bed. With fluid precision, she shifted on
top, pressing her forearm across Laura�s shoulder and neck,
holding her firmly in place. Every movement was calculated,
every hold tight � Dove was asserting dominance, and the fight
was far from over.
Dove could hear the crowd chanting her name, urging her to
finish Laura once and for all. Snarling, she sank her claws deep
into the tender flesh around Laura�s 32B cups. Laura shrieked,
her body arching as Dove�s fingers dug in, twisting and clawing
at the soft pale mounds.
�Give up, Marano,� Dove hissed, her voice sharp and venomous.
�Or I�ll rip them right off your chest!�
Laura bit down hard on her lip, both hands gripping Dove�s
wrists in a desperate attempt to stop the torment. �Never!� she
spat through gritted teeth. �I�ll never give in to you!�
That defiance only fueled Dove�s fury. She drove the thumb of
her right hand cruelly into the sensitive underside of Laura�s
left breast, forcing a strangled cry from her rival. At the same
time, her other hand pinched Laura�s right nipple between thumb
and forefinger, twisting viciously.
Laura�s body convulsed, bucking wildly beneath the assault as
Dove mauled her mercilessly. �Last chance!� Dove snarled, giving
a final wrenching twist.
Laura shook her head violently, sweat spraying, eyes blazing
with stubborn fire. With a surge of desperation, she finally
managed to pry at Dove�s wrists, pushing her tormentor�s hands
away. The moment she broke free, Laura lashed out with a brutal
backhand, smacking across Dove�s chest so hard it made the
blonde stumble back with a hiss.
Both women twisted apart and scrambled to their feet, breasts
heaving, bodies glistening with sweat. Blood still trickled
faintly from Laura�s nose and mouth, streaking crimson down her
chin and onto her lingerie, with splatters staining Dove�s own
chest. Their eyes locked again, predator against predator, the
air between them thick with fury and adrenaline.
Dove raised her hand, beckoning Laura forward with a daring
gesture. �Come on then.�
In the next instant they collided, bodies slamming together in a
vicious lock-up. Laura roared as she surged forward, driving
Dove back until the blonde�s spine hit the wall with a thud. She
rammed her forearm into Dove�s chest, grinding it in with raw
aggression.
But Dove answered immediately � snapping her own forearm up and
across Laura�s face. The sharp blow reopened the cuts on Laura�s
nose and mouth, fresh blood splattering across both women as
their fight raged on.
Seizing control, Dove yanked Laura by the hair, hurling her
toward the sofa. She followed, tackling Laura to the floor. They
crashed into the carpet in a chaotic blur of fists and hair,
each clawing, shoving, and grappling with relentless force.
They scrambled to their knees, chest to chest, nose to nose,
each refusing to yield. Dove twisted Laura into a side headlock,
trying to assert dominance, but Laura refused to bend. With a
powerful drive, Laura lifted Dove off her feet and slammed her
against the side of the sofa. Dove clung to the headlock,
struggling to improve her hold, but Laura used the leverage to
wrestle Dove down to the floor.
Laura quickly got her legs on top of Dove and hauled herself to
her feet while still holding Dove around the waist. With a
sudden, brutal motion, she pulled Dove upright and yanked her
arms behind her back, locking in a punishing behind-the-back
armbar. Dove squealed in pain, but using the nearby wall, she
pushed backward, sending both of them over the half-wall and
spilling to the floor in a violent tangle.
Seconds later, Laura twisted atop Dove, forcing her face down.
Dove didn�t realize it yet, but she was in serious trouble.
Laura hooked Dove�s arms behind her back, slid her fingers under
Dove�s chin, and leaned back with all her weight, a hold more
painful than anything Dove had endured before. Dove tried to
roll, but Laura snaked her legs around Dove�s waist and locked
in a crushing body triangle, cutting off any chance of escape.
Laura�s corner erupted � fans leapt to their feet, roaring like
a living thing � while Dove�s supporters hovered between
hysteria and prayer, shouting for her to hang on. The room
narrowed to the two women and the blood stained carpet beneath
them.
Laura rolled onto her back with lethal calm, her fingers locking
together beneath Dove�s chin as if anchoring the blonde in
place. Her legs cinched around Dove�s waist like a steel band,
tightening inch by inch until the world became a vise. Every
breath Dove tried to take came ragged and shallow; her ribs
compressed, lungs working against relentless pressure. Pain
lanced from the base of her skull down through her neck as Laura
hauled back, bending Dove�s head back at a terrible, unnatural
angle.
It wasn�t just pain � it was the bone-deep, white-hot kind that
stole sound and thought. Dove�s vision pinched at the edges,
stars blooming at the corners, saliva burning at the back of her
throat. Her hands clawed at Laura�s grip, fingers scrabbling for
purchase on carpet and air, nails scraping uselessly. The carpet
felt distant beneath her; the ceiling tilted.
�Say it! Submit, or I swear I�ll break you!� Laura hissed, voice
a hard-edged promise over the din.
Dove�s jaw worked. Her voice refused her. All she could manage
was a trembling left hand � three desperate taps against the
carpet � the small, humiliating Morse code that meant surrender.
The sound was tiny, but to everyone in the room it landed like a
bell: the fight was over.
Unaware that Dove had already tapped, Laura only tightened her
grip, twisting Dove�s head from side to side with ruthless
precision. The room erupted further as Alyson and Joey leapt
onto the stage, escalating the chaos.
Joey lunged at Laura, but Katherine McNamara barreled into her
from behind, tackling her to the ground. The two tangled into a
tight catball, rolling violently across the living room carpet,
limbs flailing and hair pulling.
Alyson seized the moment, yanking Laura off Dove by her hair and
unleashing a flurry of fists into the back of her head � until
Vanessa dove onto Alyson, fists and elbows flying in a storm of
retaliation.
Meanwhile, Dove lay face down on the carpet, gasping for breath,
while Laura curled into a protective ball, rubbing the back of
her head, dazed but defiant. Joey pinned Katherine, slapping her
cheeks with feral intensity, as Vanessa raged on, landing wild
punches and elbows on Alyson, each strike echoing through the
room.
The melee showed no sign of slowing until security finally
stormed in, forcing their way through the writhing mass of
fighters. One by one, the amazons were pried apart, bodies
straining against the arms of guards, the air still humming with
adrenaline, sweat, and fury
Laura rolled onto her hands and knee then got to her feet
Announcer: After over 30 minutes of relentless, breathtaking
fighting, the victory goes to Laura Marano via Chin Lock and
Body Triangle!
Laura rose, chest heaving, eyes blazing with fury and triumph.
Every step toward Dove radiated calculated control. With a swift
motion, she rolled Dove onto her back, pinning her with the
precision of a predator asserting absolute dominance. Her foot
found Dove�s chest, pressing down hard on the exposed left
breast, flattening it outward as the crowd erupted into frenzied
cheers.
Dove�s fingers clawed at the floor, desperate to push herself
free, but Laura�s strength and poise left her helpless, a living
testament to defeat. The blonde�s chest heaved under the
pressure of Laura�s foot, every gasp and muffled cry fueling the
arena�s growing excitement. Laura flexed her biceps, the
spotlight catching every contour as she posed for the crowd, her
foot holding Dove pinned like a trophy beneath her.
The audience screamed and chanted, reveling in every humiliating
second. Dove�s teammates scrambled toward the stage, faces
twisted in panic and disbelief, but Laura�s unwavering control
left them frozen � powerless to intervene.
Finally, the referee stepped in, prying Laura�s foot off Dove
and urging her to release. Laura, still breathing hard, raised
her arms high, her triumph undeniable. The arena shook with the
roar of the fans, their adulation cementing her victory and
Dove�s absolute humiliation for all to see.
Back in Dove�s locker room, the air was thick with adrenaline
and frustration.
Alyson Michalka paced, eyes blazing. �What happened out there,
Dove? You had her rocked more than once and then you let her
slip away. Are you okay?�
Dove sat on the bench, towel draped over her shoulders, face raw
from the fight. She breathed in deep and met Alyson�s stare.
�I�m fine. Laura and I aren�t finished. There�s one more
challenge left � the breast battle. That�s where we�ll see what
kind of fighter she really is.�
Joey King cut in, sharp and impatient. �Laura leads 2 matches to
1. If you don�t win the tiebreaker, the cage fight never
happens. You know that.�
Dove�s jaw tightened. �I know, Joey. Don�t worry. I�ll handle
it.�
Alyson�s fists clenched. �All I want is to get back at Vanessa.
She jumped me � that little coward. She�ll answer for that.�
Joey�s face went hard. �She humiliated you in front of everyone.
We make her pay for posing over you and mashing your breast with
her foot � she needs to pay for that.�
Dove stood then, steady and focused, the fight still burning in
her chest. �No sloppy revenge. We do it the right way � clean,
decisive. Win the tiebreaker, then the cage.
Vanessa and Laura both get what�s coming, but on our terms.�
They all nodded, the room snapping tight with purpose. Plans
were made in clipped sentences; strategies traded. The hurt and
anger were real, but so was the resolve.
When they stepped back into the spotlight, they would be ready.
In Laura�s locker room the air was electric.
Vanessa Marano grinned, still buzzing. �That was incredible,
Laura. I don�t even know how you pulled it off � but you did.
Dove�s going to be rattled.�
Laura wiped sweat from her brow, a cold smile curling her lips.
�One more win, and this whole mess with Dove is finished.�
Katherine McNamara leaned in, eyes sharp and calculating. �You
worried she�ll come back in the breast battle? She really mauled
your chest. You sure you�re breasts are ready for a three-round
breast battle?�
Laura let out a low, confident laugh. �It�ll take a lot more
than that to break me. Just because Dove throws a scene and
lands a few squeezes doesn�t mean she has the technique to back
it up. You saw the Wannabees � smaller, outgunned, and still
almost stole the event from the Barbies. That�s the difference
between posing and fighting. Breast battles aren�t about size or
theatrics � they�re about pain tolerance and grit. Dove tried to
make me tap, and you saw what happened: I didn�t.�
Vanessa�s grin turned mean. �Let her bring the drama. We�ll
bring the work. She�ll learn fast what actually wins matches.�
Laura craked her knuckles and stood. �We�re not here to make
excuses. We finish this clean and decisive. When it�s over,
there won�t be any mystery left � just results and Dove will
never bother us again.�
The room hummed with confidence as they got ready, every one of
them sure the final bell would fall on their side.
Written by The Awesome Aries
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