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Fight 09 - Fighting in a Phone Booth - Miley Cyrus vs Madisyn Sh
ipman
By: BadAssBunnies Date: January 23, 2023, 11:43 am
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[font=arial]Fight 08 – Miley Cyrus vs Madisyn Shipman[/font]
[font=arial]Fight in a Phone Booth[/font]
[font=times new roman]Miley Cyrus[/font]
[font=times new roman]Measurements: 34-24-33 [/font]
[font=times new roman]Bra Size: 32B[/font]
[font=times new roman]Age: 30 years[/font]
[font=times new roman]Height: 5' 5" (165 cm)[/font]
[font=times new roman]Weight: 106 lb (48 kg)[/font]
[font=times new roman]vs[/font]
[font=times new roman]Madisyn Shipman[/font]
[font=times new roman]Measurements: 32-23-32[/font]
[font=times new roman]Bra Size: 32B[/font]
[font=times new roman]Age: 20 years[/font]
[font=times new roman]Height: 4' 11" (150 cm)[/font]
[font=arial][font=times new roman]Weight: 95 lb (43
kg)[/font][/font]
HTML https://i.imgur.com/HP0FGki.png
The Introduction:
The MGM Grand was packed with excitement as the crowd eagerly
awaited the final fight of the stable war between the Badass
Barbies and The Wannabees. The tension was palpable as the
lights dimmed and a lone figure stepped out onto the stage.
The MC, dressed in a sleek black suit, approached the microphone
and waited for the crowd to quiet down. "Ladies and gentlemen,"
he began, "we have reached the final act of this historic stable
war between the Badass Barbies and The Wannabees. Both sides
have won four events each, and now it all comes down to this
final fight.
"Are you ready for an epic battle?" The MC's voice boomed
through the arena, causing the crowd to erupt into cheers. "This
is the final match of the stable war between the Badass Barbies
and The Wannabees. And this fight is going to be a no holds
barred, winner takes all fight in a phone booth." The crowd's
murmurs of excitement quickly turned into deafening cheers as
they realized the magnitude of what was about to happen. "This
is it folks, the moment we've all been waiting for. Two of the
toughest and most determined fighters in the stable war will
face off in a brutal, close-contact fight. There's no hiding, no
backing down and no mercy. This is going to be a fight for the
ages!" The crowd was on their feet, the energy in the arena was
electric as the final match of the stable war was about to
begin.
The crowd let out a collective gasp as the MC gestured towards
the center of the stage. The curtain lifted, revealing a small
phone booth that was only 3 by 3 feet in size. "That's right,
folks," the MC said, "A winner takes all fight in a phone booth
that's so small, it's going to be a close-contact fight with
nowhere to hide. This is going to be brutal, and it's going to
be unforgettable."
The MC had a sly grin on his face as he began to introduce the
fighters. The crowd was on their feet, cheering and shouting,
the anticipation building with each passing moment. The MC
paused for a moment, letting the tension reach a fever pitch
before finally announcing the fighters.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting the fighters of the stable
war, representing the Wannabees, Madisyn Shipman!" The crowd
erupted into cheers as Madisyn stepped out onto the stage, her
eyes wide with shock and then excitement as she let out a "Hell
yeah!" and jumped up and down, pumped to be representing her
stable. Her muscles rippling with power and determination, she
was ready to take on the Badass Barbies and come out on top. The
crowd was on their feet, cheering and shouting for Madisyn as
she stood tall, ready to face her opponent and prove that the
Wannabees were a force to be reckoned with.
"And representing the Badass Barbies, the one and only, Miley
Cyrus!" The crowd erupted even louder as Miley stepped out onto
the stage, her fierce determination and strength radiating from
her. She looked completely unbothered by Madisyn's earlier show
of excitement, her confidence so high that it was almost
palpable. She stood tall, her muscles tensed and ready for
battle, her gaze locked on Madisyn as she glared daggers at her.
It was clear that Miley was expecting this, she had been
training for this moment her entire career and she was ready to
show the world that the Badass Barbies were the ultimate
fighting force. The crowd was on their feet, cheering and
shouting for Miley as she stood tall, ready to take on Madisyn
and prove that the Barbies were the real champions.
The crowd continued to cheer as the two fighters stood facing
each other, both lean and well-defined, ready to give it their
all in the final fight. The air was electric with excitement as
the fighters postured up sizing each other from head to toe.
As the fighters stepped up the phone booth, the crowd was on the
edge of their seats, ready for the ultimate showdown. The MC
stepped forward, his voice amplified by the microphone, as he
went over the rules for the final match. "Ladies and Gentlemen,
tonight's final match will be a no-time-limit event," he
announced. "The contestants will enter the phone booth, and as
soon as the door is locked, the fight will begin. There are no
rules, and anything goes in this close-contact battle. The
fighters will fight with everything they have, and only one of
these amazing women will come out victorious."
The crowd let out a collective gasp as the MC gestured towards
the top of the phone booth, where a key was hanging from the top
of the phone booth attached to a bungee cord. "This is the key
to victory," he announced. "The fighter who can overpower her
opponent and pull down the key and unlock the door will be
declared the winner of the stable war. It's a fight that will go
down in history as one of the most brutal, intense and
unforgettable battles of all time."
The crowd let out a deafening roar as the fighters stretched and
loosened their tight muscles, ready to give it their all in the
ultimate showdown. This was the fight of the century, a
no-holds-barred battle for glory and honor, and the crowd was
ready for an unforgettable night.
Miley Cyrus stepped up to the phone booth, her toned and
well-defined muscles on full display. She was dressed in a tight
pair of daisy dukes that accentuated her long legs, and a black
bra that was covered by a sheer white top. The top was cut low,
revealing a hint of cleavage, and the white material contrasted
sharply with her tanned skin. Her blonde hair was pulled back in
a ponytail, and she wore a fierce look of determination on her
face. Miley, known for her powerful singing and acting career,
was also and expert in mixed martial arts and boxing, her years
of hard work and dedication to her physique showed. The crowd
let out a roar as the current UCC Featherweight Champion flexed
her biceps, ready to represent the Badass Barbies. With her
fierce determination and her training in various combat sports,
Miley was ready to take on anyone who dared to step in her way
especially Madisyn.
Madisyn Shipman, on the other hand, was dressed in a sleek and
stylish black and white halter top that showed off her toned
arms and shoulders. The top was tied behind her neck, leaving
her back bare, and it was paired with a matching bikini bottom
that accentuated her curvy hips. Her dark hair was styled in
loose waves, and her dark eyes sparkled with a fierce
determination. She had a confident stance and her muscles were
well defined as well. Madisyn, known for her acting and comedic
skills, had also recently taken up training in Brazilian Jiu
Jitsu and wrestling, her dedication to her craft was evident in
the way she carried herself. The crowd let out a roar as the
Nickelodeon star stepped into the ring, ready to fight for the
Wannabees and the win. With her quick reflexes and her training
in various combat sports, Madisyn was more than ready to give
Miley a run for her money.
As Miley and Madisyn stood in front of the phone booth, they
locked eyes and began to size each other up. Miley was the first
to speak, her southern accent thick as she taunted Madisyn,
"Well well well, looks like the city girl's gonna get a taste of
what us country girls have, ain't that right, Darlin?"
Madisyn sneered in response, "I may not be from the south but I
can still take you behind the woodshed, and show you who's
boss."
Miley laughed, "I'd like to see you try, city girl, but I think
you'll find that in this phone booth, there's nowhere to run and
nowhere to hide."
Madisyn narrowed her eyes, "I don't need to run, sweetie pie, I
just need to take you down, and prove that I'm the better
fighter." The crowd erupted in cheers as the two fighters
continued to taunt each other, each one determined to come out
on top.
Miley shot back her voice filled with disdain. "You think you're
tough, Wannabee?" she sneered. "You're nothing but a weak
fragile little girl."
Madisyn didn't flinch, her expression calm and collected. "At
least I have the courage to fight for what I believe in. Unlike
you, plastic."
As the two fighters stood chest to chest, their faces inches
apart, the taunts grew more personal and the stables rivalry was
on full display. Miley, sneered at Madisyn and her Wannabees,
"You Wannabees are pathetic weaklings, you'll never be able to
match up to the Barbies."
Madisyn retorted with a smirk "Barbies are nothing but cheap
plastic toys, you're all talk and no action."
Miley sneered at Madisyn, "You're nothing but a little shrimp,
Shipman. How do you expect to win against someone like me when
you're barely taller than a hobbit?"Madisyn retorted with a
smirk, "Height doesn't determine strength, Cyrus. I may be
small, but I pack a punch. And look at you, all covered in
tattoos like a cheap billboard. You're nothing but a walking
advertisement."
The crowd held its breath as the officials pulled the fighters
apart and opened the phone booth door. Miley was led in, her
muscles tense and her eyes blazing with determination. She was
positioned facing the back wall, ready for the fight of her
life. Moments later, Madisyn was led in, her own muscles tensed
and her eyes alight with fierce determination. As the two stood
back to back, their firm rounds butts in contact, they swiveled
their hips, uncomfortable with the feeling of the other's touch.
The lights went down, casting the booth in darkness, and the
phone booth door was closed and locked from the outside. The
crowd was on their feet, the tension palpable as they waited for
the fight to begin. With a sudden flare of light, the MC
screamed "Fight!" and the two fighters spun around and lunged at
each other, ready to give it their all in the final round of the
stable war.
The Fight:
The fight was on as they lunged at each other, throwing punches,
clawing and scratching at each other's faces. Miley landed a
solid knee to Madisyn's stomach, causing her to double over in
pain. Madisyn retaliated by grabbing a handful of Miley's blonde
hair and pulling her to the ground.
The two rolled around the phone booth floor, tumbling and
grappling with each other, their clothes becoming torn and
disheveled. They kicked and punched, each trying to gain the
upper hand. Miley managed to squeeze Madisyn's breasts, causing
her to scream in pain. Madisyn retaliated with an elbow to the
face, making Miley's nose bleed.
The two fought dirty, using every move they knew, pulling hair,
scratching, slapping, kicking, and even eye-gouging. They fought
for well over two minutes, rolling around the phone booth, their
bodies becoming a tangled ball of limbs. They got back on their
feet, both of them bruised and bloodied, but neither one of them
willing to give up. The crowd was on their feet, cheering and
shouting, as the fight which should be reaching it's climax was
just getting started.
The phone booth shook as the two women fought with everything
they had, their bodies slamming against each other and the walls
of the phone booth. Madisyn was relentless, her punches and
kicks hitting their mark with precision and power. Miley fought
back with determination, her own punches and kicks connecting
with Madisyn's body.
Madisyn landed a crushing punch to Miley's ribs, causing her to
let out a pained cry. But Miley refused to give up, she grabbed
Madisyn's hair and pulled her head down, delivering a knee
strike to her face.
Madisyn stumbled, but quickly regained her footing and delivered
a devastating punch to Miley's face, bloodying her nose. Miley's
vision blurred as she felt Madisyn's fists relentlessly pounding
on her body.
Miley fought back with a fierce determination, refusing to give
up. She grabbed Madisyn's hair, pulling her head back and
slamming it against the glass walls of the phone booth. She then
unleashed a relentless barrage of knees to Madisyn's stomach,
each one landing with a sickening thud as she aimed to weaken
her opponent.
Miley quickly gained the upper hand in the fight, using her
superior grappling skills to take Madisyn down to the ground.
She locked in an armbar, applying intense pressure to Madisyn's
left arm. Madisyn screamed in pain as Miley twisted and torqued
her arm, threatening to snap it in two.
Miley had Madisyn pinned to the ground, her arm locked tightly
in an armbar. Madisyn was struggling to break free, but Miley
was too big and too strong. Miley leaned in closer, her face
inches from Madisyn's, and taunted her. "Just like I thought,
you're nothing but a weak little shrimp, Shipman. You're nothing
compared to me." Miley twisted her arm harder, causing Madisyn
to cry out in pain. "Go ahead and try to break it, Cyrus. If you
don't I'm coming back and ending you."
As Madisyn was screaming in pain Miley painfully bent her wrist
back adding even more pressure, "You know what's gonna happen
now don't you? I will snap your arm in half and make you cry
like your sniveling teammate Brec Bassinger." Madisyn was trying
to resist but her screams were getting louder and more
desperate, her body convulsing with pain. The crowd was silent,
watching in shock at the brutality of the fight.
As Miley releases the armbar and believes that Madisyn is
defeated, she lifts her leg and delivers a brutal stomp to
Madisyn's stomach, driving the ball of her foot deep into
Madisyn's abs. Madisyn groans in agony as Miley stands over her,
twisting her ankle and digging her foot deeper into Madisyn's
battered stomach, using her full weight to crush Madisyn's belly
with ruthless precision. The crowd watches in horror as Miley
continues to stomp on Madisyn's stomach, leaving her bruised and
broken on the ground.
Miley had her sights set on victory as she reached up for the
key and pulled on the bungee cord, bringing it inches from the
lock. She was just about to unlock the door when Madisyn, fueled
by determination, unleashed a powerful sucker punch to Miley's
crotch. The sudden blow caught Miley off guard, causing her to
release the key and double over in pain. Madisyn seized the
opportunity, quickly standing back up and ready to continue the
fight.
The crowd was on the edge of their seats as they watched Madisyn
turn the fight in her favor, her precision strikes and powerful
punches leaving Miley reeling. Miley's face was a mess of blood
and bruises, and she struggled to keep up with Madisyn's
relentless onslaught. Every time Miley tried to mount a
comeback, Madisyn was there to shut her down with a flurry of
strikes from every angle.
The tension in the arena was palpable as the fight reached its
climax, and everyone held their breath as Madisyn reached for
the key pulling on the bungee cord until her fingers were inches
away from the lock. Madisyn's teammates were jumping up and down
as she was about to win the stable war but Miley wasn't done.
She reached out and grabbed Madisyn's leg and pulled her down to
the ground. The key slipped from Madisyn's grasp as the two
women fought for control.
As the fight raged on, the two fighters began to lose clothing.
Miley's sheer white top was torn, revealing her black bra and
the sweat glistening on her skin. Madisyn's halter top was also
torn, handing on her pert breasts by a single strap.
The crowd was on their feet, cheering and shouting as the
fighters continued to battle. The Barbies and The Wannabees were
both on the edge of their seats, cheering their fighters on.
The fight was grueling, and both fighters took turns dominating
the other. There were moments when Miley seemed to have the
upper hand, and Madisyn would come back with a sudden surge of
energy. The fighters grunted and groaned as they fought, each
giving it their all.
As the fight continued, the taunts grew more and more heated.
"You're nothing but a weak little girl," Miley sneered. "You'll
never be as good as the real thing."
"You're the one who's weak," Madisyn retorted. "You're nothing
but a plastic toy. I'm the real deal."
The two fighters continued to fight with everything they had,
pulling hair, scratching, and biting. They were both covered in
bruises and cuts, but they kept going, determined to come out on
top. Finally, Miley managed to wrap her hands around Madisyn's
throat, her thumbs digging deep into her neck quickly cutting
the air from Madisyn's lungs.
Miley's powerful grip on Madisyn's throat was unyielding, and
Madisyn's face began to turn red as she struggled to break free.
The tension in the room was palpable as Miley's fingers dug
deeper into Madisyn's flesh, cutting off her air supply. Madisyn
fought back with all her might, throwing punches and kicks at
Miley, but it was no use. Miley's determination was fierce and
her strength was undeniable as she locked eyes with Madisyn and
squeezed tighter. The crowd held their breath as Madisyn's
struggles grew weaker and weaker, and it seemed as though Miley
would be victorious. But in a last ditch effort, Madisyn managed
to land a powerful elbow to Miley's face, breaking her grip and
allowing her to gasp for air. The crowd erupted into cheers as
the fight continued on, the fate of the stable war still hanging
in the balance.
As Miley took over the fight, Madisyn's resistance began to
falter. Miley unleashed a relentless barrage of punches, slaps,
elbows, kicks, knees, scratches, hair pulling, and even used
some Brazilian Jiu Jitsu moves to show Madisyn that she was not
just all talk and all of her training was a waste of her time.
Miley dominated the fight, leaving Madisyn bruised and beaten.
As Madisyn lay on the ground, defeated and exhausted, Miley
stood over her, a victorious smirk on her face. She reached for
the key and pulled the bungee cord towards the lock, ready to
end the fight and claim her victory.
The crowd held their breath as Miley inserted the key into the
lock, her hand shaking with adrenaline and determination.
Madisyn, got to her knees then reached out with her last ounce
of strength and grabbed the phone receiver. With a fierce
determination, she pulled back and swung it with all her might,
smacking Miley in the back of the head.
The crowd erupted in shock and confusion as the sound of the
phone receiver connecting with Miley's skull echoed through the
arena. Miley's eyes rolled back in her head as she crumpled to
the ground, barely conscious. Madisyn sat there, breathing
heavily, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The
crowd was on their feet, cheering and booing as the officials
rushed up to the booth unsure on what to do next.
The crowd watched in shock as Miley sat on the ground, her eyes
rolling back in her head as Madisyn tried to regain her
strength. The two women were bruised and bloodied, their bodies
covered in sweat blood, and dirt. Miley's head was bleeding from
where Madisyn had hit her with the phone receiver, and she was
struggling to keep consciousness. Madisyn, on the other hand,
was breathing heavily, her chest heaving and her stomach aching
as she tried to catch her breath. The crowd was silent, unsure
of what would happen next, as the two fighters lay on the
ground, barely able to move.
The crowd watches in stunned silence as the two fighters
continue to struggle on the ground, each determined to come out
on top. Madisyn manages to get a hold of Miley's hair, pulling
her head back and exposing her throat. She goes for the
chokehold but Miley manages to twist out of it and grabs
Madisyn's wrist and twists it behind her back. The two are
locked in a struggle, both trying to gain the upper hand but
neither is able to land a decisive blow.
Miley manages to get to her knees and starts to get up, but
Madisyn grabs her leg and pulls her back down. She goes for a
rear naked choke but Miley manages to pull her arm off. The two
fighters are back on their feet, both panting and bruised, but
neither is ready to give up yet. They circle each other, looking
for an opening, and the crowd watches in anticipation as the
final moments of the fight tick away.
Madisyn pinned Miley to the glass, her powerful knees striking
her repeatedly in the stomach, breasts, and finally a low blow
between her legs. Miley's body was wracked with pain as she
desperately tried to stay standing, but Madisyn's relentless
assault proved too much. With a final powerful knee to the
crotch, Miley's legs gave out and she collapsed to the ground.
Madisyn grabbed a handful of Miley's blonde locks and pulled her
back to her feet.
Madisyn seized the opportunity and quickly wrapped the phone
cord around Miley's neck, twisting it tightly as she strangled
the last bit of fight out of her opponent. Miley's hands weakly
clawed at the cord, her face turning red as she struggled for
air, but it was all for nothing as Madisyn let go leaving Miley
hanging, her own weight strangling her.
As Miley struggles against the cord, Madisyn leans in close and
taunts her, "Is this it, Cyrus? Is this all you've got? You're
nothing but a washed up has-been, and I'm the Wannabee who's
going to take you down." Miley's face turns red as she struggles
for air, but Madisyn continues to twist the cord tighter and
tighter.
Madisyn's face twisted into a fierce sneer as she tightened the
cord around Miley's neck, her eyes locked on her defeated
opponent. Miley's hands clawed at the cord, her face turning
blue as she struggled for air. Madisyn's grin widened as she
watched Miley's strength fade, her body going limp in her grasp.
With a final twist of the cord, Madisyn released her grip and
watched as Miley's body slumped to the ground. The crowd was
silent as Madisyn stood victorious, her hand on the key ready to
unlock the door and claim her victory.
With victory in her grasp, Madisyn unlocked the door and placed
her right foot out of the phone booth. But before she left, she
couldn't resist one final act of cruelty. She turned around and
stomped Miley in the belly, causing her to let out a pained
groan. Madisyn then reached down and ripped off Miley's tattered
black bra, holding it up as a trophy as she declared, "This is
mine." The crowd, horrified by Madisyn's ruthless tactics, began
to boo her loudly. Madisyn stepped out of the phone booth with
Miley's black bra in hand. She looked around and was shocked by
the reaction, her triumphant smile faltering as she realized
that her victory may have come at a heavy cost.
The Wannabees start celebrating with Francesca Capaldi,
Mackenzie and Maddie Ziegler leading the way, as they raise
their arms in triumph and cheer for a hard fought win. But as
the excitement builds, the mood suddenly turns somber as the
paramedics rush in to check on Miley, who is lying on the ground
in a state of shock and pain. Brec Bassinger, Madison Pettis,
and Sammi Hanratty stand off to the side, watching in horror as
their hated rival is treated for her injuries. They are all
visibly shaken by the brutality of the fight and Madisyn's cruel
actions. The crowd continues to boo and jeer at Madisyn, who
looks around in confusion, unsure of how to react to the sudden
change in mood.
As the crowd's boos and jeers rain down on her, Madisyn stands
tall, her chest heaving with adrenaline and her eyes blazing
with fury. She's covered in sweat and blood, but she doesn't
care. She fought hard and beat Miley, and she's not going to let
anyone take that away from her.
"You wanted a fight, and that's what you got!" she screams back
at the crowd. "I gave it my all, and I won! You can boo all you
want but you can't take that away from me!"
But the crowd is not swayed, they continue to boo and throw
things at her.
Francesca Capaldi raises Madisyn's hand, trying to silence the
crowd's booing. "She won, idiots! It was a no hold barred fight
and she won. Get over it dumb f&cks!" she screams, trying to
defend Madisyn's actions. But the crowd's reactions only get
louder, as they continue to throw empty cups and other debris at
Madisyn and the Wannabees.
The paramedics continue to attend to Miley, who is now sitting
up on a stretcher with a brace placed around her neck. The
Wannabees' celebration turns into a fight for survival as they
try to fend off the angry crowd. Brec Bassinger, Madison Pettis
and Sammi Hanratty stand by Madisyn, but they can't help but
feel uneasy about what just happened.
Miley's eyes are filled with anger and determination as she
struggles against the security guards, trying to break free.
She's not done yet, and she's not going to let Madisyn get away
with what she did. She starts yelling at the Wannabees, her
voice filled with rage. "You think this is over, Wannabees? You
think you've won? You haven't won sh!t! I'll be back, and I'll
take you all down!"
The crowd erupts into cheers as Miley continues to fight against
the security guards, her fierce determination and strength
radiating from her. The Wannabees look at each other nervously,
knowing that they haven't seen the last of Miley and the Badass
Barbies. The match may be over, but the war is far from over.
Miley struggles against the security guards, her face contorted
in rage. "You're all a bunch of cheats!" she screams at the
Wannabees. "I'll make you pay for trying to kill me!"
Madisyn and the Wannabees exchange worried looks, knowing that
their victory has come at a great cost. The crowd continues to
boo and jeer, and the paramedics wrestle Miley placing her back
on the stretcher.
As the paramedics take Miley away, Madisyn stands victorious,
gloating over her win. She turns to Miley, who is clearly
injured and in pain, and sneers, "You didn't stand a chance
against me, Miley. And trust me, there's plenty more where that
came from." The crowd erupts in boos and jeers, but Madisyn only
laughs, relishing in their hatred. She taunts the crowd, daring
them to come any closer, her vicious grin spreading across her
face as she basks in the thrill of her cruel victory.
As the paramedics lead her away, Miley continues to shout
threats and curses at the Wannabees, promising to make them pay
for what they've done. The Wannabees know that this is not the
end, and that Miley will be back, seeking revenge. But for now,
they celebrate their victory, knowing that they have emerged
victorious in the stable war and the rival are losers.
As the angry mob continues to make their way to the stage,
Madisyn stands tall and unrepentant, flipping them off and
taunting them with her victory. She yells at them, telling them
to get back to their seats and watch her celebrate. Despite the
disapproval from the crowd, Madisyn refuses to be silenced.
Sammi Hanratty, Brec Bassinger, and Madison Pettis try to
intervene and pull Madisyn off the stage, but she shrugs them
off, determined to relish in her moment of victory.
Security quickly forms a line of defense as Joe Rogan makes his
way onto the stage with a microphone in hand, ready to diffuse
the escalating situation. The crowd continues to jeer and boo
Madisyn as she stands on stage, unfazed by their disapproval.
Joe Rogan speaks into the microphone, trying to calm the crowd
and bring order to the chaos. He explains that while the match
may have been intense and the tactics used may have been
questionable, the rules were clear and Madisyn emerged
victorious. He reminds the crowd that this was a no holds barred
match and unfortunate moves like this happen in the heat of the
battle.
Post Fight:
Joe Rogan approaches Madisyn, who is surrounded by her
stablemates, with a microphone in hand. The crowd is still on
edge, but Joe tries to keep the atmosphere light.
"Madisyn, congratulations on your big win tonight. What's going
through your mind right now?"
Madisyn grins, her eyes scanning the crowd. "Joe, I've been
working towards this moment for years. To finally come out on
top, to prove to everyone that we are the best, it's an amazing
feeling."
Joe nods, "It was a tough match, what was your game plan going
into it?"
Madisyn shrugs, "I had a plan, but when it comes down to it,
it's all about survival. I knew Miley was a tough competitor,
but I also knew I was the better woman. I just kept hitting her
where it hurt, and it paid off."
The crowd starts to boo, but Madisyn holds up her hand to
silence them. "Look, I know some of you don't like my tactics,
but this is a no-holds-barred match. It's about winning, at all
costs. And I won, so shut the **** up and deal with it."
"Madisyn, there were a lot of low blows in that match. Can you
explain your strategy behind using them?"
"Have you seen a match in the UCC before, Joe? That happens in
every match, so cut me some slack, will you?"
"Madisyn, many people are calling your use of the phone cord in
the match a dangerous and unsportsmanlike tactic. What's your
response to that?"
"Look, Joe, I know it was a weapon but if they didn't want me to
use it, they never should have put it in there. It's the MGM
Grand's fault for leaving it in the booth. And let's be real,
this is the UCC, low blows and weapons are part of the game, if
you can't handle that maybe you should watch a different sport."
"Do you have a message for Miley?"
"Everyone is worried about poor little ole Miley, but you saw
that she is just fine and wanted another piece of me. Of course
I would have beat her ass again, but the girl is just fine. If
Miley or any other of the other Creampuffs want a piece of us
they know where to find us."
"What's next for you and the Wannabees?"
"This isn't over. Mr. Rogan The Badass Barbies need to come back
on stage and pay for opening their big mouths. They were the
ones who were so confident that they would win, they said the
losers would hand over their bras and bend over for three spanks
on the ass. We proved them wrong and I'm not leaving until Kylie
and her losers get their butts up her and take their
punishment."
"What do you plan on doing with the Badass Barbies if they
refuse?"
"A deal is a deal, and they made a bet before the match. They
said the losers would have to hand over their bras and take
three spanks. I expect them to follow through on that, if
they're real women and not just little girls."
The crowd erupts with mixed reactions, some cheering for Madisyn
while others boo her. Joe looks taken aback by Madisyn's words
and the chant of "We want Kylie" starts to grow louder among the
crowd.
"Do you think it's possible for a punishment like this to take
place without a brawl breaking out?"
"If Kylie and her group back down, we'll track them down and
trust me, it'll be a hundred times worse."
The crowd's chants for the Badass Barbies grew louder and
louder, and it was clear that the sound was reaching the ears of
the Barbies in their locker room. Suddenly, to everyone's
surprise, the nine Badass Barbies that participated in the
Stable Wars emerged on stage. The Wannabees were in shock, never
expecting them to actually come out and face them. Security was
on high alert as the Barbies walked onto the stage, as it was
clear that not all of them were there to participate in a
peaceful resolution. Tensions were high and the crowd was on the
edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting to see what would happen
next.
Madisyn lskeptically looks at Kylie. "Glad to see that you're
actually real women and not a bunch of plastic pieces of trash.
Now stand over there and give us those tops. I had a new trophy
case built just for this occasion."
"We'll honor our arrangement but rest assured your dirty tactics
will not go unpunished. You're going to pay for this Madisyn."
"Blah blah blah, plasytic sneers Madisyn. We'll deal with you
again but for now I want to see those tops and I want to see
them now."
The Punishment:
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The crowd watched in stunned silence as the Badass Barbies lined
up on stage, one by one removing their bras and handing them
over to the victorious Wannabees. Nine Barbies stood side by
side, nak'd, their amazing breasts rising and falling with each
breath. Despite the shock of the crowd, the Barbie training
staff quickly provided t-shirts for the Barbies to cover up, but
not before thousands of pictures were taken of the humiliating
moment. The Wannabees gloated over their victory, pointing,
laughing and relishing in the downfall of their opponents as the
Barbies hung their heads in defeat.
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The Wannabees stood on stage, their anger and animosity clear on
their faces as they waited for the first Barbie to step forward
and take her punishment. Francesca, in particular, was growing
more and more impatient, her hand tightly gripping the butt
burner paddle as she eagerly awaited the opportunity to deliver
a satisfying spanking. The crowd could feel the tension in the
air, the anticipation for the punishment to come palpable. The
first Barbie, Paris Berelc, stepped forward, and the crowd let
out a roar as Genevieve Hannelius prepared to administer the
first spanking.
As Paris Berelc bent over and presented her bare backside to
Genevieve Hannelius, she couldn't help but feel a mix of
embarrassment and excitement. Genevieve held the butt burner
paddle firmly in her hand, taking a few practice swings before
finally bringing it down with a loud crack against Paris' rear.
Paris let out a moan, her body tensing as the intense sting of
the paddle radiated through her flesh. Genevieve continued with
the second swing, this one delivered with more force. The third
came quickly causing Paris' butt to turn a deep shade of red.
The crowd's cheers and jeers only added to the eroticism of the
situation. Paris couldn't believe how much her butt stung as the
pain slowly subsided,. She put on a brave face, trying her best
not to let her hated rivals revel in their glory. Paris glared
at Genevieve, who blew her a kiss as she walked off the stage,
leaving Paris to feel the burn.
Jordyn Jones stood on stage, her eyes locked on Olivia Sansabia
as she pulled off her sweats and got down on her hands and
knees. Olivia, only eighteen, took the butt burner paddle in her
hand and spun it around, twirling it like a baton. She wound up
and swung the paddle with all her weight, putting her full force
into the swing. It landed with a loud smack, the crowd gasping
as the paddle bounced off of Jordyn's firm butt. Jordyn looked
back at Olivia with a smirk on her face. "Is that all you got,
little girl?" Olivia nodded her head and twirled the butt burner
again, landing two solid smacks in quick succession. Jordyn bit
her lower lip, trying to keep her composure and not show any
signs of weakness, but the crowd could see the pain etched on
her face. Olivia smiled, relishing in her victory as Jordyn
walked off the stage, her butt burning with pain.
Olivia Rodrigo was the next Barbie to receive her punishment.
She was extremely upset, having just beaten Maddie Ziegler in a
Sumo Wrestling match and feeling like she should be the one
administering the punishment, but the deal had already been
struck. Olivia reluctantly bent over and pulled down her shorts,
exposing her round butt cheeks to Maddie. Maddie swung the Butt
Burner like a baseball player taking home run swing. She lifted
her front leg and drove forward, swinging the paddle with
everything she had. The first strike was clumsy and only managed
to land on the side of Olivia's left cheek, but it still landed
with enough power to leave a nasty red mark. Maddie was more
deliberate with her next swing, landing it squarely on both
cheeks. Tears were welling in Olivia's eyes as the third spank
struck home, the stinging slap making her lose her breath. Like
her teammates, Olivia refused to show her pain and stood up,
trying to snatch the paddle out of Maddie's hand. Maddie pulled
it away and started taunting Olivia, "Karma is a b!tch for
cheaters!" Olivia took a step toward Maddie and feinted a swing,
causing Maddie to cower.
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Katherine McNamara reluctantly approached the stage, knowing she
would have to face Francesca Capaldi again. The memory of their
previous Apartment Wrestling Match was still fresh in her mind,
where Francesca had relentlessly beaten her until she submitted,
repeatedly declaring herself to be Francesca's "b!tch." The look
on Francesca's face as she approached Katherine was one of pure
delight, taking her time to savor the sight of Katherine's bare
buttocks on display. Francesca raised the butt burner paddle,
taking a practice swing before delivering the first blow with a
loud thwack. Katherine almost bit her tongue from the pain.
Francesca took her time winding up for her next swing, leading
the crowd in a countdown as she did so. The second blow landed
just as solid as the first, and Katherine fought back tears.
Francesca toyed with Katherine, taking full swings with the
paddle but pulling back at the last moment, leaving Katherine
guessing when the next blow would land. Finally, Francesca
delivered the third and final blow, catching Katherine by
surprise and causing her to cover her now ruby red cheeks with
her hands.
Francesca grinned as she looked at Katherine's red and swollen
buttocks. "Looks like you're still my b!tch," she said, taunting
Katherine. Katherine gritted her teeth, trying to hold back the
tears. She knew she deserved the punishment, but that didn't
make it any easier to bear. Francesca took a step back and
admired her work, relishing in the power she held over
Katherine. The crowd was cheering and jeering, egging Francesca
on for more. But Katherine had had enough. She stood up and
pulled up her shorts, her body trembling with anger and pain. "I
may be your b!tch," she spat, "but I'm not your toy." And with
that, she turned and walked off the stage, her head held high
despite the tears streaming down her face.
Bella Thorne stood tall and confident as she faced off against
Mackenzie Ziegler. "You really want to do this Kenzie? Are you
sure you can handle me?" Mackenzie took a step back, her
confidence wavering. "Of course I'm going to tan your ass. The
Creampuffs lost and now you have to pay. Bend over Thorne and
take it like a woman." Bella's body tensed up and she locked
eyes on Mackenzie, who was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Show
me that fat ass Bella. It's time to have some fun." But Bella
was not one to back down. "Fine, Ziegler. But first you're going
to have to lick my toes." Bella was referring to the stipulation
in their Submission Oil Wrestling Match, where the loser would
have to lick the oil off the winner's toes. Bella showed mercy
and let a clearly beaten Mackenzie off the hook, feeling that
she was in no condition after their match. "Well?" spat Bella.
"You lick my toes and you get to spank me." But Mackenzie was
having none of it. "**** that," she said. "There is no way in
hell I'm licking those gnarly toes of yours." Mackenzie dropped
the paddle and stormed off the stage in a huff. Bella turned her
back to the crown and cupped her butt cheeks lifting them up and
letting go as the jiggled then came to a stop. "I was so looking
forward to a good spanking, ant volunteers?"
Kelli Berglund stood on stage, her face contorted with rage as
she glared at her opponent, Sammi Hanratty. The two had been
rivals for years, and Kelli was still smarting from her recent
loss to Sammi in the ring. As she bent over to present her bare
backside to Sammi, she knew that the Butt Burner punishment
would be brutal.
"Just three swings, Sammi," Kelli spat out. "If you take any
more, I'll rip that paddle out of your hands and beat you with
it."
Sammi grinned wickedly as she wound up, but instead of some more
practice swing, she delivered a quick but solid jab to Kelli's
butt. "Ouch!" Kelli exclaimed, surprised by the sudden sting.
Sammi then delivered two more well-placed spanks, each landing
in the same spot and leaving a clear impression of the paddle on
Kelli's cheeks.
Kelli stood up and snatched the paddle out of Sammi's hand, her
eyes filled with hatred. "It's not over, Sammi," she growled.
"It's far from over." And with that, she stormed off the stage,
her shorts still in her hand, promising herself to come back and
exact her revenge.
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Badass Barbie stable leader Kylie Jenner calmly walked up to
Rachel Levin. Kylie had handily beaten Rachel in an armwrestling
match and was in no mood for any of the Wannabee BS. Kylie's
steely glare let Rachel know that any deviation from the agreed
upon punishment would end up badly for her. Kylie rolled down
her yoga pants revealing a black thong that disappeared in her
full booty. Rachel wasted no time landing the first strike. It
hit Kylie with a loud echoing smack but Kylie didn't even blink
and eye. Francesca was egging Rachel on urging her to hit the
sl$t harder and Rachel followed up with an even harder smack but
again Kylie wasn't the least bit phased. The third strike was
just as lethal but Kylie calmly reached down and despite three
big red marks on her butt pulled the yoga pants up tight and
calmly walked off the stage.
Joey King walked up to the stage with her head down, still
feeling embarrassed about her performance in the Mud Wrestling
Pit. Her opponent, Madison Pettis, had easily defeated her and
Joey couldn't shake off the feeling of defeat. As she approached
Madison, the petite brunette nodded at her, but Joey didn't
respond. Without a word, she pulled down her shorts and bent
over, exposing her large, round buttocks to Madison.
Madison licked her lips and swung the Butt Burner, landing the
first strike squarely on Joey's left cheek. Joey let out a gasp
as the pain radiated through her flesh. Madison swung again,
this time hitting Joey's right cheek. The third strike caught
both cheeks, and Joey's breath was taken away as the pain was
more intense than she could have ever imagined. Despite the
throbbing pain in her rear end, Joey managed to pull up her hip
hugging jean shorts, even though it was the last thing she
wanted to do.
Madison raised the paddle above her head in triumph as Francesca
and the Ziegler sisters came up to her. The crowd erupted in
cheers and jeers, egging Madison on for more. Joey turned and
walked off the stage, her head held high, but inside she was
seething. This defeat would not be forgotten and she will make
sure to repay the favor.
Miley Cyrus, recently released from the MGM medical facility,
took the stage with a sense of determination. Her previous
encounter with Madisyn Shipman, the leader of the Wannabees, had
left a sour taste in her mouth after Madisyn nearly strangled
her with a phone cord. But Miley was not one to back down, and
she was ready to take her punishment.
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As she stepped on stage, the crowd roared with excitement. Miley
slowly unzipped her dress, revealing a thin black spaghetti
strap bra and a black thong that disappeared between her round,
firm buttocks. She bent over, giving the audience a tantalizing
view of her curvaceous body, and began to move her hips in a
sensual, erotic dance. The crowd went wild, cheering and jeering
as Miley twerked and bounced her buttocks up and down.
Madisyn, who was clearly getting frustrated with Miley's little
routine, finally shouted out, "Quit shaking your ass and let me
spank you, you dumb b!tch!" But the crowd was not on her side,
and they booed and jeered as Miley finally settled down and
spread her cheeks, offering her bare bottom for Madisyn's
punishment.
"Fire away Wannabee," Miley taunted Madisyn, her body tense as
she bent over and presented her bare backside to her rival.
Madisyn took a deep breath, the paddle in her hand feeling heavy
as she prepared to deliver the first strike. The crowd held
their breath as Madisyn swung, the paddle making contact with a
loud thwack against Miley's left cheek. Miley barely let out a
gasp, her body tensing as the intense sting of the paddle
radiated through her flesh.
Madisyn was determined to make the second strike count, she
wound up and delivered a powerful blow that landed with a loud
smack on Miley's right cheek. Miley let a gasp slip through her
lips, her body tensing as the intense sting of the paddle
radiated through her flesh. She couldn't help but let out a sexy
moan as the pain slowly subsided, the audience was cheering and
jeering, egging Madisyn on for more. Miley turned to Madisyn
with a smirk on her face, "Again, do it again," she said, her
voice filled with excitement and anticipation. Madisyn took a
step back and admired her work, relishing in the power she held
over Miley. She knew she only had one more swing left and she
was determined to make it count as she winded up for the final
strike.
Madisyn took a deep breath and prepared for her final strike.
She wanted to make it count and show Miley that she wasn't
playing around. With a fierce determination, she reared back and
swung the paddle with all her might. The third strike landed
square on Miley's buttocks with a loud slap, leaving a deep red
mark. Miley let out a gasp as the pain radiated through her
body, but she managed to keep her composure. "That's it,
Wannabee," she said through gritted teeth. "You've had your fun.
But it's not over yet." Madisyn stepped back, a sense of
satisfaction on her face. She had given Miley her punishment and
shown her that she wasn't to be underestimated. But Miley's
wasn't done and somehow wanted more.
"Fire away Wannabee." Madisyn was so furious that her punishment
was clearly not working that she broke the rules and hit Miley a
fourth time the strike coming from below, similar to a swing a
cricket player would make. Again, Miley just laughed through the
pain and turned to Madisyn and said "Again, do it again
weakling."
"Again!" again. In a blind rage, Madisyn hit Miley a fifth time,
this one so hard the paddle broke on impact. Miley's backside
was now bruised and swollen, but she looked satisfied with the
punishment.
Madisyn lunged at Miley, brandishing the broken paddle with a
fierce determination. Miley, quick on her feet, dodged the
attack and snatched the handle from Madisyn's grasp. Seizing the
opportunity, Miley struck Madisyn's stomach with the butt of the
paddle, sending her rival crashing to the ground.
Miley seized the broken paddle handle with a fierce grip, her
eyes locked on Madisyn's as she pressed the makeshift weapon
against her throat. Madisyn's eyes bulged as she fought to
breathe, her hands clawing at the wood digging into her flesh.
Miley's grip was unyielding, her anger and thirst for revenge
driving her to choke the life out of her rival. Madisyn's
struggles grew weaker and weaker as she was consumed by a sense
of hopelessness, until finally she lay motionless on the ground.
The tension between the Badass Barbies and the Wannabees reached
a boiling point as both stables fought to get to each other.
Security desperately tried to keep the two groups separated, but
their efforts were in vain as the line broke and the two sides
clashed. Chaos erupted as punches were thrown and bodies
collided in the melee. Miley, still clutching the broken paddle,
was pulled away by security, but not before Madisyn lay
motionless on the ground, her fate uncertain in the midst of the
raging brawl.
The Brawl:
Coming soon
Written by the Badass Barbies using Chat GPT
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