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| Fight 05 Emily Rudd vs Rachel Cook | |
| By: BadAssBunnies Date: December 19, 2025, 11:06 am | |
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| Emily Rudd vs Rachel Cook | |
| https://i.imgur.com/0nJn4NE.png | |
| Weigh-in | |
| The MGM conference hall is packed elbow to elbow, fans chanting | |
| for their favorite brunette as cameras flash nonstop. Security | |
| forms a tight ring around the stage while Rachel and Emily step | |
| out from opposite sides. Both are in tight sports bras and | |
| shorts, both locked in, both already glaring holes through each | |
| other. The tension is thick before a single word is spoken. | |
| Rachel Cook reaches the scale first. She plants her feet with | |
| her hands on her hips, a confident smirk cutting across her face | |
| as flashbulbs explode around her. The announcer raises his voice | |
| over the noise. �Rachel Cook� 119.6 pounds!� Rachel flexes a | |
| tight bicep and throws Emily a wink, drawing cheers from the | |
| crowd. Emily answers with a sharp eye roll. | |
| Emily steps up next, calm on the surface but with her jaw | |
| clenched tight. She barely reacts as the announcer calls it out. | |
| �Emily Rudd� 118.8 pounds!� The crowd whistles at how close the | |
| numbers are�less than a pound apart. Perfectly matched. | |
| They meet center stage, barefoot and squared up. Neither blinks. | |
| Neither backs down. Emily steps in first, their foreheads nearly | |
| touching. Rachel holds her ground and bumps forward with a hard, | |
| assertive shoulder bump, forcing a startled breath from Emily. | |
| The trash talk starts immediately�low, fast, and venomous�as | |
| security inches closer, sensing trouble. | |
| Emily leans in and mutters, barely loud enough for the | |
| microphones, �You�re too slow to keep up with me you plastic | |
| b!tch.� Rachel snaps back instantly. �Cardio wins fights. You�re | |
| going to drown tonight in your own blood and sweat.� A loud | |
| ripple of �OHHHH!� tears through the crowd as the tension | |
| spikes. | |
| Emily answers with a sharp chest bump of her own two perfect | |
| pair of B-Cups slamming into each other. Rachel shoves her right | |
| back. In a split second, security surges forward as both women | |
| grab at each other�Rachel�s fingers briefly tangling in Emily�s | |
| hair, Emily slapping Rachel�s arm away with a crack that echoes | |
| through the hall. Emily reaches out and wraps her fingers around | |
| Rachel's throat and squeezes. The two women lock up and stumble | |
| across the stage. Metal barricades rattle, reporters stumble | |
| backward, and cameras struggle to keep focus as security finally | |
| pries the two petite hellcats apart. Rachel screams over the | |
| chaos, �I�m gonna run through you!� Emily fires back without | |
| hesitation, �Try it, you plastic piece of ****!� | |
| The weigh-in ends in pure bedlam, both fighters dragged | |
| offstage, still pointing, still yelling, still itching for | |
| violence�while the crowd roars, already fevered for tomorrow | |
| night. | |
| Walkouts | |
| The arena lights dim, and the crowd rises to its feet as the | |
| opening notes of the first walkout track thunder through the | |
| rafters. Anticipation crackles through the air, every eye | |
| snapping toward the entrance. | |
| Emily Rudd is first to emerge. Blue strobes pulse as she steps | |
| into the spotlight, hood up, expression calm and stone-cold. Her | |
| team parts the crowd while fans scream her name, arms reaching | |
| out as she passes. Tonight, she�s dressed in deep navy-blue | |
| bikini, white gloves stark against the dark fabric, her hair | |
| braided tight and secure. She looks small at a glance, but | |
| carved and coiled�abs tight, shoulders rolling with each | |
| measured step. | |
| Emily doesn�t acknowledge the noise. She doesn�t smile, wave, or | |
| play to the cameras. She just walks forward with purpose, eyes | |
| locked on the ring like it�s the only thing that exists. Sliding | |
| smoothly through the ropes, she moves straight to her corner and | |
| begins bouncing lightly on her toes, already comfortable, | |
| already claiming the canvas. The crowd�s roar swells even louder | |
| as the tension builds. | |
| Rachel Cook walks second, and the moment the lights flip to | |
| gold, the arena explodes. She appears at the top of the ramp | |
| with a swagger that instantly tells the crowd she knows exactly | |
| who they came to see. Chin lifted, shoulders loose, bikini | |
| barely covering her assets. She soaks in the chants of her name | |
| like fuel, feeding off the noise with a confidence that borders | |
| on cocky. | |
| She makes her way down the ramp wearing metallic micro bikini | |
| and a gold thong that catches every camera flash. Black gloves | |
| are taped tighter than usual, and her hair hangs loose in soft | |
| waves, an unmistakable challenge after the weigh-in chaos. | |
| Rachel slaps hands with fans along the aisle, smiling, relaxed, | |
| completely at home in the spotlight. | |
| At ringside, she slows and turns her attention inward. Across | |
| the ring, Emily is already waiting, shifting hr weight from foot | |
| to foot hr head nodding while she mumbles under her breath. | |
| Rachel locks eyes with her and holds the stare, neither woman | |
| willing to give an inch. Emily doesn�t look away. Rachel doesn�t | |
| either. | |
| Rachel climbs the steps, wipes her feet, and slips between the | |
| ropes without breaking eye contact. The referee quickly steps | |
| between them to deliver instructions, more as a precaution than | |
| a formality. The crowd hums with electricity, the air buzzing, | |
| the tension thick and venomous. | |
| Official Fight Odds | |
| Rachel Cook opens as the slight favorite at �135. Oddsmakers | |
| point to her cleaner jab and sharper control from mid-range, | |
| along with faster hands and more accurate shot placement. Her | |
| excellent cardio and consistency in the later rounds give her an | |
| edge, especially with her reputation for grinding, body-focused | |
| attacks that wear opponents down over time. Bettors trust her | |
| ability to rack up rounds through aggression and visible damage, | |
| particularly in a bikini bout where sustained body work often | |
| plays a decisive role. | |
| Emily Rudd enters as a narrow underdog at +115. Her case rests | |
| on stronger overall power, superior footwork, and solid | |
| defensive instincts. She�s also known for applying pressure and | |
| walking opponents down rather than giving ground. The concern | |
| for bettors is durability over the full fight�specifically | |
| whether she can manage Rachel�s speed and quick hands for the | |
| entire bout, especially when attacks to the body and ribs begin | |
| to accumulate. | |
| Round 1 | |
| The bell rings and both women explode from their corners without | |
| hesitation. Rachel snaps out a stiff jab immediately, the punch | |
| turning Emily�s cheek and forcing her back a step. Emily answers | |
| just as fast, whipping a right cross that lands flush on | |
| Rachel�s mouth, the sharp crack echoing off the cage walls. | |
| They circle at speed, guards high, eyes locked, the intensity | |
| already pulling a low rumble from the crowd. Rachel presses | |
| first, firing a three-punch combination�jab, cross, hook�that | |
| drives Emily toward the fence. Emily absorbs the body shot with | |
| a grunt, spins off the cage, and fires back a sharp counter left | |
| to Rachel�s ribs that draws a visible wince. | |
| By the halfway point, they�re trading in the pocket. Rachel�s | |
| speed starts to show as she lands fast straight rights, snapping | |
| jabs, and a clean hook that turns Emily�s head. Emily, though, | |
| makes her power count. She lands the single hardest shot of the | |
| round�a thudding right uppercut under Rachel�s jaw that sends | |
| sweat flying and forces Rachel to clinch. | |
| They grind against the fence, each woman digging in short, | |
| punishing body shots as the seconds tick away. The horn finally | |
| sounds�but neither immediately stops. Emily sneaks in a jab | |
| after the bell, Rachel fires back with a hook and Emily starts | |
| unloading body shots to the ribs and breasts. Emily refuses to | |
| stop forcing the referee to physically pull her off a slumping | |
| Raquel. �To your corners!� shouts the ref. �To your CORNERS!� | |
| �She started it� Shouts Emily! �Yell at her!� | |
| It�s a fiery, razor-close round, but Emily�s heavier power | |
| shots�especially that massive uppercut�give her a slight edge on | |
| the scorecards. | |
| Score: Rachel 9 � Emily 10 | |
| Running Total: Rachel 9 � Emily 10 | |
| Round 2 | |
| Rachel wastes no time coming forward, determined to erase | |
| Emily�s momentum from the opening round. She doubles up the jab | |
| beautifully, snapping Emily�s head back twice before driving a | |
| right hand straight into the solar plexus. Emily folds slightly, | |
| grits her teeth, and answers with a sharp counter hook that | |
| clips Rachel on the ear and knocks her off balance. | |
| They settle into a gritty mid-range battle, Rachel working with | |
| speed and volume while Emily relies on timing and heavier single | |
| shots. Rachel lands three clean straights in succession, popping | |
| Emily�s chin up. Emily fires back with a chopping right to the | |
| temple that makes Rachel stumble and reset. The action turns | |
| chippy fast. They collide in a clinch, Rachel trying to dig | |
| shots into the body while Emily muscles forward, looking to free | |
| space for an uppercut. The referee shouts, �Break!� and steps in | |
| between but Emily lands a late parting shot to the ribs. | |
| They fall into another messy clinch landing some dirty boxing | |
| before the ref steps in again but again, Emily sneaks a short | |
| right just after the command. Rachel recoils, furious, and | |
| immediately snaps a jab back as the referee wedges himself | |
| between them. This time the ref steps in hard, pointing directly | |
| at Emily and issuing a stern official warning for punching late. | |
| The crowd roars as the fight resumes. Rachel uses the moment to | |
| surge forward, unleashing a flurry�jab, cross, hook, and another | |
| cross. Emily blocks most of it, but a final straight right lands | |
| clean down the middle. Emily answers with a body shot of her | |
| own, yet the momentum belongs to Rachel, who�s sharper, busier, | |
| and cleaner for the remainder of the round. The bell rings with | |
| both women glaring at each other, chests heaving. Emily follows | |
| Rachel toward her corner, still fired up, until the referee | |
| steps in and pulls her back, signaling the end of a heated | |
| second round. | |
| Score: Rachel 10 � Emily 9 | |
| Running Total: Rachel 19 � Emily 19 | |
| Round 3 | |
| From the opening bell, the tension boils over. Rachel charges | |
| in, snapping jabs and hooks, while Emily angles off and counters | |
| with her own sharp strikes. The clash quickly turns | |
| chippy�shoulders bump, elbows graze the chest, and Rachel digs a | |
| sneaky step-stomp on Emily�s toes. Emily responds with a subtle | |
| low blow that makes Rachel stumble, and both exchange sharp | |
| glares. | |
| The crowd senses the danger as punches fly, foreheads clash, and | |
| the action teeters on chaos. Rachel lands a clean hook to the | |
| ribs, but Emily sneaks in a jab to the right breast in return. | |
| The ref steps between them repeatedly, warning them to fight | |
| clean, but their aggression only escalates. | |
| Mid-round, after a particularly brutal exchange where both | |
| fighters throw elbows, knees, and quick stomps, the referee | |
| finally calls a halt. He steps in, sending both fighters to | |
| their corners and scolding both fighters loudly, pointing | |
| fingers, and separating them as the crowd boos and cheers in | |
| equal measure. A point is deducted from each but neither seems | |
| the least bit concerned. Both women breathe heavily, glaring at | |
| each other, sweat and redness visible across their faces and | |
| torsos, clearly itching to continue once the fight resumes. | |
| They step in and scuffle both shoulders resting on each others | |
| shoulders as they dig nasty hooks to the rib, breasts, and | |
| stomachs as the referee lets them sort things out in the middle | |
| of the ring Emily bullies Rachel to the ropes but takes an | |
| elbow across the chest .They wrap each other in a tight bear hug | |
| and wrestle each other to the canvas. The crowd roars as their | |
| legs tangle and they roll across the ring. | |
| Once the ref gets them back to neutral corners, they glare | |
| across the ring, bouncing lightly on their toes, hands up, ready | |
| to pick up where they left off. Their hatred is apparent, and | |
| the round ends with a tense energy that promises the next rounds | |
| will be even nastier. | |
| Score: Rachel 9 � Emily 9 | |
| Running Total: Rachel 28 � Emily 28 | |
| Round 4 | |
| The bell rings and neither woman backs down. Rachel and Emily | |
| immediately engage, snapping quick jabs while shouting at each | |
| other, their rivalry spilling into every swing. Rachel ducks | |
| low, catching Emily with a short body hook, but Emily responds | |
| by leaning in, grabbing Rachel in a tight clinch. They wrestle | |
| furiously against each other, each trying to dominate, hands | |
| scrambling for leverage. | |
| The crowd roars as the two topple over, rolling across the | |
| canvas while still locked together, exchanging strikes and | |
| furious shoves. Rachel manages to twist Emily onto her back, but | |
| Emily counters, trying to pin Rachel�s shoulders, all while | |
| yelling insults that echo through the arena. The referee leaps | |
| in, pulling them apart before things get worse, scolding them | |
| for excessive roughhousing and deducting a point from each | |
| fighter for the unsanctioned grappling. | |
| Both women step back to their corners, breathing heavily, faces | |
| flushed and sweat dripping from every angle. They glare at each | |
| other, fists up, refusing to give an inch, clearly ready to | |
| continue the fight at full intensity despite the warning. Their | |
| hatred fuels the fire, promising even more brutal action in the | |
| next round. | |
| They step in and start unloading bombs. Emily tags Rachel with a | |
| cross to the jaw but eats a four punch combo and stumbles until | |
| her back is on the ropes. Rachel is all over her catching her | |
| with a cross to the jaw and some punishing shots to the belly. | |
| The bell sounds as Rachel lands a lat punch to the nose as they | |
| are pulled apart kicking and screaming at each other. | |
| Score: Rachel 9 � Emily 8 | |
| Running Total: Rachel 37 � Emily 36 | |
| Round 5 | |
| The ref goes to each corner letting them know that the next | |
| illegal shot will end up in a disqualification. | |
| The bell sounds and both women explode out of their corners, | |
| fully aware of the referee�s stern warning. Rachel starts | |
| strong, snapping jabs and hooks to Emily�s ribs and midsection, | |
| while Emily leans on her to counter with crisp crosses and | |
| flurries to Rachel�s shoulders and chest. Neither woman is | |
| holding back; sweat glistens as each punch lands with audible | |
| thuds. | |
| Emily times a short combination perfectly, landing a clean | |
| uppercut to Rachel�s jaw that makes her stagger back, but Rachel | |
| recovers quickly and drives a body shot to Emily�s solar plexus, | |
| forcing a grunt of pain. Both fighters press the action, | |
| circling, cutting off angles, trying to dominate in the clinch | |
| without crossing the line. Every punch is calculated yet brutal, | |
| and the intensity has the crowd on their feet. | |
| Midway through the round, Rachel lands a hard hook to Emily�s | |
| midsection that visibly folds her over, but she maintains | |
| balance and retaliates with a sneaky jab to Rachel�s temple, | |
| keeping the round razor-close. By the end, both are breathing | |
| heavily, chests heaving, faces flushed, and every inch of their | |
| petite frames glistening from exertion. | |
| Score: Rachel 10 � Emily 9 | |
| Running Total: Rachel 47 � Emily 45 | |
| Round 6 | |
| From the opening bell, Rachel smells blood and goes straight to | |
| Emily�s midsection, driving a series of punishing body punches. | |
| Emily tries to evade, circling and weaving, but Rachel�s | |
| relentless pressure and superior cardio force her back into the | |
| ropes. A sharp hook to the ribs doubles Emily over, and another | |
| punishing uppercut to the solar plexus drops her to one knee. | |
| The referee begins the count as the crowd roars, Emily shaking | |
| her head to regain focus. | |
| She struggles to rise, clutching her belly, face pale, chest | |
| heaving, but manages to get back on her feet just before the | |
| count of ten. Rachel immediately presses the advantage, snapping | |
| jabs and short hooks that make Emily stagger and gasp for air. | |
| Emily tries to fight back, but every punch to her torso weakens | |
| her stance, sapping her energy and leaving her vulnerable. | |
| By the bell, Rachel is still crisp and controlled, bouncing | |
| lightly on her toes, while Emily leans heavily on the ropes, | |
| ribs stinging, belly bright red and gasping through clenched | |
| teeth. The damage is clear, and the round is a decisive one for | |
| Rachel. | |
| Now it's Rachel who follows Emily to her corner forcing the | |
| referee to issue a warning. | |
| Score: Rachel 10 � Emily 8 | |
| Running Total: Rachel 56 � Emily 53 | |
| Round 7 | |
| The round starts with Rachel driving forward, landing heavy body | |
| shots that have Emily bent and struggling on the ropes. Every | |
| jab, hook, and uppercut from Rachel lands flush, testing Emily�s | |
| stamina and resolve. Rachel�s dominance is clear, her | |
| combinations relentless, her precision forcing Emily backward | |
| with each blow. Emily�s face shows the strain, sweat mixing with | |
| bruises as she tries to defend herself, but Rachel is punishing | |
| her body and ribs with surgical accuracy. Emily is getting | |
| pummeled as the beatdown continues. | |
| In a last desperate bid, Emily lashes out, sneaking in two | |
| cheap, illegal shots�one right between Rachel�s legs and a chop | |
| to the back of her head. The referee, who has been watching | |
| carefully, immediately halts the action. The crowd gasps as | |
| Emily argues, but the violation is clear. Rachel, bruised and | |
| down on one knee, shakes her head in disbelief while the ref | |
| signals decisively: disqualification. Emily slumps back, anger | |
| and frustration contorting her face, her desperate attempt to | |
| salvage the fight backfiring completely. | |
| Rachel�s corner rushes in, supporting their fighter, whose eyes | |
| are wide with relief and exhaustion. The audience erupts, half | |
| in shock at the chaos, half cheering Rachel�s survival and | |
| victory. Emily, furious and defiant, storms toward the ropes in | |
| complete disbelief, but the referee intercepts, escorting her | |
| from the ring as the crowd continues to roar. Rachel, battered, | |
| bruised, and breathing heavily, gets to her feet and is declared | |
| the winner. | |
| Score: Rachel 10 � Emily DQ | |
| Running Total: Rachel 65 � Emily 63 | |
| Official Decision | |
| Bruce Buffer strides to the center of the ring, his voice | |
| booming over the roaring crowd, full of energy and his signature | |
| flair. | |
| �Ladies and gentlemen! After seven punishing rounds of nonstop | |
| action, the referee has reached an official decision. Due to | |
| repeated illegal strikes issued in a desperate attempt to change | |
| the course of the fight, the bout has been stopped. The winner | |
| by disqualification� fighting out of the Badass Barbie corner� | |
| Raaaachel Cooook!� | |
| The crowd explodes with cheers, whistles, and applause as Rachel | |
| raises her battered, bruised fists in triumph. Sweat and blood | |
| streak her face, her breathing heavy from the brutal contest, | |
| but the satisfaction of victory shines through her exhaustion. | |
| Rachel�s corner rushes in, embracing her as she soaks in the | |
| energy of the arena. | |
| Meanwhile, Emily Rudd slams her gloves against the announcers | |
| table, furious and fuming, yelling at the referee and shaking | |
| her head in disbelief. She is escorted to the side, still | |
| arguing that the fight should have continued, that she was still | |
| in it. Bruce�s announcement, over-the-top and electrifying, | |
| leaves no doubt in anyone�s mind�Rachel Cook was in control, | |
| prevails, and claims the hard-fought victory in one of the most | |
| chaotic and controversial bouts the fans have seen. | |
| Post Fight Interview | |
| Joe Rogan steps into the center of the ring, holding the | |
| microphone firmly as the crowd continues to roar around the | |
| chaos of the aftermath. He turns to Rachel, whose chest is | |
| heaving and face streaked with sweat and blood. | |
| �Rachel, first off, congratulations on the win. But wow, that | |
| fight was brutal. There were a lot of low blows, stomps, elbows, | |
| and punches after the bell. Walk me through what was going | |
| through your head during all that.� | |
| Rachel shakes her head, wiping sweat from her brow. �Honestly, | |
| Joe, I was just focused on staying composed. I was clearly | |
| winning, and the referee kept letting her push limits. I had to | |
| stay on my game and keep landing clean shots. The cheap stuff | |
| just made me more determined.� | |
| Joe nods. �And what about those moments when she kept swinging | |
| after the bell or stomping on your foot? That had to hurt, | |
| right?� | |
| Rachel grits her teeth. �It did, but I knew my corner and my | |
| training had me ready. I was controlling the fight, landing body | |
| shots, keeping her off balance. Even with the cheap stuff, I was | |
| dominating. You could see it in the ring and that is why she | |
| fought dirty.� | |
| �Did the disqualification feel like the right ending to you, | |
| given how intense that last round was?� | |
| Rachel breathes deeply, clearly trying to calm her adrenaline. | |
| �Absolutely. I was winning every moment leading up to that. The | |
| DQ was just a formality, honestly. I had her, I was in control, | |
| and it couldn�t have gone any other way. I know some fans are | |
| booing, but anyone who saw that fight knows I was kicking her | |
| ass and was handily in charge and she was about to go down for | |
| the count. I know it and so does that cheat Emily.� | |
| Joe smiles and points to the crowd. �You earned this win. No | |
| doubt about it. You�re standing tall, battered but victorious. | |
| How does it feel knowing you survived one of the nastiest fights | |
| this arena has seen?� | |
| Rachel raises her arms, looking out at the crowd. �It feels | |
| amazing. Brutal, yeah, but I proved who�s in charge in that | |
| ring. I earned this one and Emily, well, she can cry all she | |
| wants but deep down she know that th better woman won.� | |
| The crowd erupts as Joe wraps up, shaking his head in amazement | |
| at the chaotic and intense spectacle they just witnessed. | |
| Losers Locker Room | |
| Erin Andrews is escorted into the Awesome Aries locker room | |
| thirty minutes after the fight�security only letting her in once | |
| the chaos dies down. Even then, the moment she steps inside, she | |
| hears Emily Rudd screaming, pacing in circles, her face red, | |
| eyes wild, and gear half-ripped off as her team keeps a cautious | |
| distance. | |
| Emily slams her glove against a locker. �I WAS COMING BACK! That | |
| was not a low blow! It was right on the freakin� bikini line! I | |
| DROPPED Rachel�clean! CLEAN! CLEAN! CLEAN!� | |
| Erin steps forward, calm but firm. �Emily� it didn�t look clean | |
| from where we were sitting. And the ref�� | |
| Emily cuts her off with a furious point. �The ref is BLIND. **** | |
| BLIND. That was a fair shot, and she folded like laundry. They | |
| penalize ME? ME? When all Rachel did was cheat all night!� | |
| Erin raises a brow. �But Emily� you punched her in the back of | |
| the head right after that. The replay shows it clearly.� | |
| Emily throws her hands up. �I took a swing and she was falling! | |
| What am I supposed to do�freeze mid-punch? It was a knockout | |
| shot! They robbed me of a KO! And SHE�S the one who stomped my | |
| foot, elbowed my ****, and clawed at me in the clinch. Rachel | |
| should�ve been disqualified, not me!� | |
| Erin tries another angle. �Okay� but even in the earlier rounds, | |
| the ref had to warn you several times. Did frustration get the | |
| best of you?� | |
| Emily snaps back instantly. �Frustration? I was fighting for my | |
| life in there while she got away with murder! Another one of | |
| Kylie's little princesses that the refs shield like a fragile | |
| plastic doll. Don�t talk to me about frustration�talk to the | |
| idiots officiating this event!� | |
| Erin nods carefully. �So� do you want a rematch?� | |
| Emily steps closer, eyes blazing. �A rematch? Erin, I�d step in | |
| there right this minute. No breaks. No resets. I�d finish her. | |
| She got saved by the ref and by that DQ. Next time, I don�t let | |
| her breatheand I rip her apart piece by plastic piece.� | |
| Erin finishes with a soft but pointed question: �So you�re | |
| saying you stand by every punch you threw tonight?� | |
| Emily glares. �Every. Single. One. And next time? The Prima | |
| Donna is not walking out under her own power.� | |
| The room crackles with tension as Erin slowly backs out, leaving | |
| the furious fighter pacing like a storm trapped in a cage. | |
| Written by the Badass Barbies | |
| #Post#: 5815-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Fight 05 Emily Rudd vs Rachel Cook | |
| By: awesome aries Date: December 21, 2025, 10:25 am | |
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| Rachel you are a very lucky Barbie. You and Kylie clearly had | |
| that referee wrapped around your little fingers. It was clear | |
| that there was no way for me to win that bout The referee saw | |
| what you were doing and ignored it. But when I retaliated your | |
| referee was all over me for supposed cheap shots. Im new to | |
| this Barbie vs Aries war, but I am already sick of your constant | |
| cheating in the ring and having referees by your sides. I want | |
| you to know that I am officially declaring war on you Rachel. | |
| This is just the start of something that you will not win. The | |
| war is on unless you are scared for a rematch. We both know | |
| that it was an even match except for your cheating. Sure I | |
| delivered some questionable blows but you started it and I was | |
| only retaliating in kind. Lets be real, Just you and me in the | |
| cage, no rules and no referee. This is war. are you prepared. | |
| Or are you scared like the rest of your team. | |
| Emily Rudd | |
| https://i.imgur.com/pESjPYr.png | |
| #Post#: 5816-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Fight 05 Emily Rudd vs Rachel Cook | |
| By: BadAssBunnies Date: December 21, 2025, 12:00 pm | |
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| [font=arial]Emily,[/font] | |
| [font=arial]The Barbies are cheats? The Barbies control the | |
| Referees and the Judges? The Barbies fight dirty? Take a step | |
| back and listen to yourselves. YOU were the one who started | |
| fighting dirty, not me. The ref was fair and called it like he | |
| saw it. Not my problem you got caught but if you look at the | |
| tape your were losing and were desperate. Quit blaming us and | |
| maybe spend more time on the heavy bag.[/font] | |
| [font=arial]We are winning this event DESPITE your team fighting | |
| dirty and bending the rules. And speaking of referees? What | |
| about the 15 second count for your star fighter Katherine | |
| McNamara. Speak of a Prima Donna. She was out and sleeping like | |
| a baby and allowed how ever much time she needed to beat the | |
| count.[/font] | |
| [font=arial]And then there is the cowardly Audrey Whitby. Sucker | |
| punching Becky Gomez because she knew Becky was about to light | |
| her up and expose her. What a cowardly way to get out of a | |
| beating. The Barbies should be up 5 fights to 1 and everyone one | |
| of the Aries know it. That's why you cheat, pay off the refs and | |
| fight dirty. Your lost this event and I can't wait to see what | |
| sort of unsavory tactics you losers will come up with.[/font] | |
| [font=arial]If you want a rematch then name the time and the | |
| place and I will be more than happy to put an end to your | |
| delusions and false accusations. I'll be waiting for your | |
| response.[/font] | |
| [font=arial]Rachel[/font] | |
| [font=arial] | |
| https://i.imgur.com/bvcfDw6.png[/font] | |
| #Post#: 5817-------------------------------------------------- | |
| Re: Fight 05 Emily Rudd vs Rachel Cook | |
| By: awesome aries Date: December 21, 2025, 4:17 pm | |
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| Rachel | |
| We will announce the time and place later. For now I hope that | |
| your acceptance of my challenge means that you are up to no | |
| referees and no rules. Just you and me and if by some | |
| happenchance i lose to you I will personally apologize to you | |
| and will shake your hand. But I think we both know that will | |
| never happen. As for Katherine Mcnamara, I am sure that she | |
| will gladly beat Joey King one more time. We dont cheat and | |
| your leader chose the referees, we had nothing to do with that. | |
| Emily Rudd | |
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