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Fight 12 Camila Morrone vs Madelyn Cline
DIR By: BadAssBunnies
Date: July 28, 2024, 10:02 pm
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Match 12
Camila Morrone – World of Fight vs Madelyn Cline – Badass
Barbies
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Pre-Fight Weigh-in:
Joe Rogan steps up to the podium as the crowd quiets down.
Joe: Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for the 12th fight at the
Whiskey-a-Go-Go's Baby Oil Brawl.
Joe waits for the crowd to settle down,
Joe: Tonight, we have two ladies who are out to make a name for
themselves. Camila Morrone from the World of Fight stable,
initially challenged our debut fighter Olivia Rodrigo. Seeing
that Olivia decided to take on Madison Pettis, Camila made a
challenge to Olivia's stable leader, Kylie Jenner.
Joe waits while some of the fans cheer wildly for Kylie while
the other half boos.
Joe: Of course, Kylie refused the rookie's request, but after
some calculated moves on the UCC Forum, Camila forced Kylie's
hand, and now Madelyn Cline will fight in her place. But there's
more—if Madelyn loses, then Camila will get her challenge, and
Kylie will immediately get in the pit and oil wrestle Camila.
Neither of these two rising stars has had much success outside
the UCC, with Camila losing two Sin City bouts and Madelyn
losing in the Rookie Challenge to eventual champion Skia
Jackson. One of these up-and-coming fighters will be walking
away with a much-needed win.
Madelyn is first to the stage, dressed in a tight sports bra and
yoga shorts. She steps on the scales and weighs in at 131 lbs.
She flexes her biceps and takes a seat to the left of Joe.
Camila is next on stage, dressed in a black lace bra and
matching panties. The crowd clearly favors this daring attire as
she poses for a few pics, then steps on the scales. 125 is her
official weight as she too flexes her biceps and pats her firm
abs. She takes a seat opposite Madelyn as Joe starts the Q&A
session.
Joe: Camila, you initially challenged Olivia Rodrigo but then
chose Kylie Jenner. That's quite a step up going from Olivia to
Kylie.
Camila: I guess I got caught up in the hype. Everyone wanted a
piece of Rodrigo and now we all see why. Madison Pettis got her
shot and just like everyone expected, Olivia got her ass handed
to her.
Madelyn stands up.
Madelyn: Wait just a frickin' minute. Olivia doesn't need to
prove herself to anyone. Madison got lucky, and she knows it.
You, on the other hand, are in for a real beating.
Joe: One at a time, ladies.
Camila: And I too would have really given her a good
old-fashioned beating, but hey, chubby over there will do just
fine. As for Kylie, we'll just see how that over-rated plastic
piece of crap does after I humiliate Madelyn.
Joe: Madelyn, are you feeling the pressure? If you lose, then
your boss will have to step into the pit. It's pretty obvious
that's something she doesn't want to do.
Madelyn: Listen, Joe. I was personally picked by Kylie for a
reason. She wouldn’t have put me in the pit if she thought I
would lose. She knows what she is doing. There is only one
Kylie, after all.
Joe: Have either of you ever wrestled in the oil?
Camila: Never but how hard can it be. I'm an awesome grappler
and once you get into the 4th and 5th rounds of a UCC fight, us
girls get a little sweaty so I'm guessing there isn't going to
be a lot of difference between sweat and baby oil.
Madelyn: What? Are you as stupid as you look. Nobody sweats oil.
Perspiration is like water dummy.
Camila: You're the dummy. How do you think the gt baby oil. From
babies you idiot!
Madelyn: Oh yeah, you do have a point there.
Joe: I look forward to the meeting of the minds in an oil pit.
Fight Night:
Camila is first to the pit and is escorted by her teammates
Xenia Tchoumitcheva and Adèle Exarchopoulos. As they make their
way to the pit they stop and pose for some selfies with fans.
When the get to the pit Camila sheds her warm ups and is dressed
in a sleek black bikini. She kneels into the pit and rubs
herself down with a thin layer of warm baby oil.
Madelyn, escorted by Hailee Steinfeld and Madison Beer. She
waves to her fans then pulls off her sweats and is dressed in a
skimpy green bikini, Madelyn steps into the pit, takes a few
calculated steps then slips and fall on her ass. She tries to
get to her feet but again, ends up on her backside. She decides
to sit in the oil as she rubs herself down.
The referee, for tonight's bout is former Baywatch Actress
Michelle Williams. She is all business and brings the fighters
to the middle of the cage and one by one deliberately goes over
the rules. It's clear that both blondes are struggling to keep
their footing as they slip and slide. After going through the
rules, Michelle sends them back to their corners.
Round 1:
The atmosphere in the Whiskey-a-Go-Go is electric as the crowd
eagerly awaits the start of the twelfth fight of the night. The
bell rings, signaling the start of the first round, and Camila
wastes no time. She charges at Madelyn with a burst of speed,
her agility catchs Madelyn off guard. Camila quickly gets behind
Madelyn, wrapping her arms around her waist, lifting her off the
ground, and slamming her to the mat with a powerful suplex. The
crowd roars as Madelyn hits the oily mat with a splash, and
Camila immediately transitions into a pin attempt.
One! Michelle's hand slaps the mat. Madelyn struggles beneath
Camila's weight, but the slick oil makes it difficult to get a
good grip. Two! Camila's strength and superior conditioning
are evident as she holds Madelyn down. Just as Michelle's hand
is about to hit the mat for the third count, Madelyn manages to
twist her body, slipping out from under Camila and breaking the
pin.
Camila doesn't let up, though. She is relentless, showcasing her
superior agility and wrestling skills. She maneuvers around
Madelyn with ease, constantly keeping her off balance. With a
quick, fluid motion, Camila grabs Madelyn's arm and pulls as she
wraps her legs around the trapped limb, locking Madelyn in a
painful armbar. Madelyn grits her teeth, pain shooting through
her arm, but she refuses to submit. Michelle watches closely,
ready to intervene if necessary.
Madelyn's face contorts with determination as she uses her free
hand to push against the oily mat, managing to roll herself and
Camila over. Camila releases the armbar to avoid being pinned
herself, and both fighters scramble to their feet, the oil
making every movement a challenge.
Camila's superior conditioning is beginning to show as Madelyn
already appears to be tiring. Taking advantage of Madelyn's
momentary lapse, Camila tackles her to the ground once more. She
quickly positions herself on top of Madelyn, sitting on her
chest and securing a schoolgirl pin. Camila's thighs squeeze
Madelyn's sides as she pins her shoulders to the mat, her hands
pressing down on Madelyn's shoulders for extra leverage.
One! . . Two! the referee counted, but Madelyn, using every
ounce of strength she had left, bucked her hips and managed to
unseat Camila just before the third count. The crowd gasped,
impressed by Madelyn's resilience.
Camila was relentless and on her fourth attempt she holds
Madelyn down finally getting a 3 count and taking an early 1-0
lead. Michelle Williams, not afraid to get covered in oil, wraps
her arms around Camila and pulls her off.
Camila's confidence is evident; she is clearly in better shape
and has the upper hand in terms of strength and agility. She
lunges at Madelyn again, but this time, Madelyn is ready. She
manages to catch Camila off guard, wrapping her legs around
Camila's waist in a tight body scissors. Madelyn squeezes with
all her might, her powerful legs tremble as they constrict
around Camila's midsection.
Camila's face contorts in pain as she tries to pry Madelyn's
legs apart, but the body scissors is too tight. The pressure on
her stomach is immense, and she can feel her strength waning.
The crowd watches in suspense as Camila struggles looking off
Michelle shaking her head and mouthing no.
Michelle: Are you sure? Do you submit?
For a moment, it looks like Camila might hold on, but the
scissors is tight, really tight and the pain is becoming
unbearable. With a grimace, she taps out on Madelyn's thigh,
signaling her submission.
Madelyn releases the hold, breathing heavily but looking
triumphant. The crowd cheers as Michelle raises Madelyn's hand,
signaling that the match is now tied. Both fighters are already
visibly exhausted, their bodies glistening with oil and sweat.
But Camila isn't done yet as she look upset at letting herself
get trapped. She gets to her feet, determination etched on her
face. She knows she has to prove herself and she isn't going to
let this opportunity slip away. As Madelyn gets up, Camila goes
on the offensive once more. She tackles Madelyn to the ground,
straddling her chest in a dominant position.
Camila attempts a schoolgirl pin again, but Madelyn, despite her
exhaustion, manages to kick out. The rookie Barbie rolls on top
of Camila and pins her shoulders to the mat as Michelle slides
in close hr face inches from the intense action. One! . . Two .
. Thre . . Camila somehow managers to lift her shoulder much to
the disapproval of Hailee Steinfeld who start bitterly
complaining.
Madelyn inches up until sh is perched on Camila's neck, brings
her knees in until Camila face is pressed into her crotch. One!
. . . Two . . . Th . . Camila places each hand on Madelyn butt
cheeks and with a desperate shove slides out from under the
smother.
Camila rolls towards her corner but before she can roll onto her
hands and knees, Madelyn launches herself forward and comes
crashing down her knee landing squarely on the small of Camila's
back. Camila leads out a pong drawn out moan as she bends her
body back her hands reaching behind her trying to ease the
throbbing in her lower back.
Madelyn grabs Camila's left ankle, lifts up her leg, and
delivers a sharp kick to the back of her thigh. The crowd gasps
as Michelle immediately steps in, her expression stern. She
gives Madelyn a severe warning, stating that a point will be
deducted for the next infraction.
Camila is given time to recover, but her once confident smirk is
replaced with a troublesome frown. She gingerly tests her leg,
wincing as the pain radiates through her thigh. The atmosphere
grows tense, the stakes higher than ever.
Madelyn seems to have found her feet as she glides across the
pit and slides into Camila tackling her to the mat. She powers
herself on top and goes for another pin but Camila, now
completely at a loss rolls until she is face down with Madelyn
perched on her lower back. Camila turtles up until but Madelyn
lifts up her hips and drops her butt back down flattening out
the troubled World of Fight Middleweight.
Madelyn grabs a handful of blonde locks, pulls back, and slams
Camila's face into the mat. She places her hands on the back of
Camila's head, leaning forward and rubbing her face into the
oily surface. Michelle leans in to check on Camila, looking like
she might be calling the fall when Madelyn suddenly pulls back,
holding Camila up with one hand while pumping her other fist in
the air.
The Barbie contingent goes crazy as Madelyn remains in complete
control. Hailee, from the sidelines, urges her teammate to go
for a pin, but Madelyn is content to showboat, keeping Camila
pinned while controlling her on her back. The crowd's excitement
peaks, sensing the peril Camila is in, as Madelyn savors her
dominant position.
As the time ticks away, Madelyn passes up on an easy pin and
turns until she is facing Camila's legs. She slips two fingers
under Camila's thong and pulls back digging the thin martial
deep into Camila's crack. Madelyn pulls up until the stretched
material is about to rip then let's go. She raises her right
arm, cups her hand and spanks Camila across her butt cheeks. One
stinging slap after another echo throughout The Whiskey a Go Go
as Camila's glistening cheeks are turning an angry red.
Madelyn, slides off, rolls Camila on her back, lefts her right
leg and pins it to her chest. Michelle leans in and waves her
hand as she start to count out Camila. One! . . Two . . T . . .
Madelyn gets a bit sloppy and allows Camila to kick her leg free
but undeterred, she lays her body across Camila locks her legs
around Camila's left arm while grabbing her right wrist and
locking on a cross body pin.
Michelle Williams is right on it but only manages to get to a
two count before the bell sound ending the first round. Madelyn
heads to her corner hands raised high while Camila needs
assistance and it's clear that she won't be sitting on that
cherry red derriere.
Hailee isn't holding back and gives Madelyn an earful letting
her know that she should be up at least 3 to 1 and to get
serious as Kylie would be furious if she loses. Madelyn brushes
Hailee off as she continues to taunt Camila from across the pit.
Round 2:
As the bell rings to start the second round, Camila Morrone and
Madelyn Cline square off again in the center of the oil pit,
both showing signs of wear but neither willing to back down.
Camila, feeling the sting of Madelyn’s previous body scissors
and brutal spanking, knows she has to be cautious.
Madelyn, sensing Camila's weakness, lunges forward and tackles
her quickly rolling the Guess Model onto her back and mounting
her chest. She wraps her powerful legs around Camila’s
midsection once more, locking her ankles tightly. She squeezes
with all her might, her thighs pressing into Camila’s ribs with
relentless pressure.
Madelyn: Submit b!tch, or I'll break you in two!
Camila grits her teeth, her face contorting in agony as her
sides are slowly getting crushed. The pressure is becoming
unbearable and she can feel her ribs straining under the force
of Madelyn’s thighs. Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles
to breathe.
Madelyn: You’re nothing but a weakling.
Madelyn's powerful legs tightening with every word. Camila’s
vision blurs from the pain, but she refuses to give in. She
claws at Madelyn’s legs, trying desperately to pry them apart,
but it is no use. The body scissors is too tight, and the pain
is too intense.
Finally, with a choked sob, Camila taps out on Madelyn’s thigh.
Michelle quickly steps in to break the hold, but Madelyn holds
on for a moment longer, relishing her victory forcing Michelle
to step in and pry Madelyn's legs apart.
Madelyn: What the matter, Cami? You're not going to cry are
you.
Madelyn sneers as she releases Camila, who rolls onto her side,
clutching her ribs and gasping for air. Madelyn has now taken a
2-1 lead but it may as well be 10-1 as Camila looks hurt as she
clutches her bruised ribs. Madelyn looms over her injured prey
as Michelle escorts her to her corner.
While Camila may be getting the worst of the fight, she is still
determined not to let the pain or Madelyn’s taunts get to her.
She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to stand and face her
opponent once more.
Madelyn: So, we still have some fight in us. Don't worrycupcake,
you won't last much longer.
The two women circle each other warily, each looking for an
opening. Camila, feeling embarrassed and fueled by a surge of
determination, lunges forward and tackles Madelyn to the ground.
She quickly maneuvers herself on top of Madelyn, pinning her
arms above her head and get a shocking two count from Michelle.
Undeterred, Camila tries a second time, but Madelyn bucks her
hips and throws Camila off. The crowd is on the edge of their
seats and may be witnessing another amazing comeback in the oil.
On her third attempt, Camila manages to secure Madelyn's
shoulders to the mat, but Madelyn, with a burst of energy,
bridges her back and breaks the pin. Camila's frustration is
growing, but she channels it into one final effort.
With fierce determination, Camila pins Madelyn's arms above her
head, pressing her chest down onto Madelyn's. Michelle Williams
starts the count, One! . . Two! Madelyn tries to muster the
strength to kick out, but she is too drained. Three! the
referee's hand hits the mat, and the crowd erupts in cheers.
Camila has secured the pin, taking the lead in the first round.
She stands up, raising her arms in victory, while Madelyn lays
on the mat, breathing heavily and clearly exhausted.
The fight has already been a grueling battle of strength,
agility, and endurance. Both fighters have given their all, but
it is Camila who has taken a beating but has survived and with
her pin has tied the match at 2-2.
Camila, rejuvenated after knotting up the match barrels forward
and slams into Madelaine. Their bodies collide with a thud oil
droplets flying in all directions. They roll on the mat grunting
and groaning as each tries to impose her will on the other.
Camila, with momentum on her side powers her way on top.
Madelyn struggles beneath Camila, her strength waning. Camila,
sensing her opponent’s exhaustion, spreads Madelyn’s legs wide,
locking them in a grapevine hold. She stretches Madelyn’s legs
wider and wider, ignoring the burning pain in her own battered
body.
Madelyn’s face twists in agony as Camila stretches her out like
a starfish, the pain in her legs becoming unbearable. She tries
to buck Camila off, but she is too drained to put up much of a
fight.
Camila: Give up, Madelyn. You’re done.
Madelyn’s struggles grow weaker and weaker until she finally
lies still, unable to escape. Michelle Williams moves in to
start the count.
Michelle: One! . . Two! . . Three!”
Michelle's hand hits the mat, signaling the pin.
Camila doesn’t stop there. She swiftly transitions, locking
Madelyn’s left arm between her legs and pulling on her right arm
in a brutal cross-body pin. Madelyn cries out in pain, her body
stretched to its limit.
Michelle barely has time to announce the score when she dives
down to the mat and start the count. Madelyn is too exhausted to
even attempt to break free.
Michelle: One! . . Two! . . . Three! And before in a matter of
15 seconds Camila has a 4-2 lead. Camila releases Madelyn and
stands up, her chest heaving with exertion. She has secured her
fourth pin, taking a commanding lead. Madelyn lies on the mat,
completely drained and unable to move.
The bell rings, signaling the end of the round, and Camila walks
back to her corner, her body aching but her spirit unbroken. She
knows she has taken the lead, and she is determined to hold onto
it.
Madelyn, on the other hand, lies on the mat, her body trembling
with exhaustion. She has given everything she had, but it wasn’t
enough. As the referee helps her to her feet, she can barely
stand, her legs shaking from the strain of Camila’s relentless
assault.
The score is now 4 pins to 2 in favor of Camila, and it is clear
that Madelyn is on the verge of breaking. The crowd cheers
wildly, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as the fighters
prepare for the final round. The stage is set for a dramatic
conclusion, and both women know that only one of them will
emerge victorious.
Round 3:
With renewed determination, Camila Morrone comes out of her
corner like a storm, her eyes locked on the battered and weary
Madelyn Cline. The crowd roars as Camila closes the distance,
wasting no time in taking the fight to her opponent.
Camila swiftly tackles Madelyn to the mat, her superior agility
and strength on full display. She pins Madelyn's shoulders down
with her knees, then inches forward until she is perched on
Madelyn's face. Camila grinds her hips, forcing Madelyn's head
into an awkward and painful angle. The pressure and lack of air
become too much for Madelyn to handle.
Camila: Submit, Madelyn.
Camila taunts, her voice filled with a mix of triumph and
cruelty.
Madelyn, barely able to breathe, feels the crushing weight of
Camila's body and the slick, oily texture of her opponent's skin
smashing into her face. The agony, both mental and physical, is
unbearable, and she can feel herself slipping into
unconsciousness. Desperately, she taps out on the mat before the
referee can even begin the count.
Camila stands up, raising her arms in victory as the crowd
erupts. She has secured another pin, making the score 5 falls to
2. Madelyn lies on the mat, gasping for air, her spirit nearly
broken as this match is quickly getting out of control.
But Camila isn't finished. She grabs Madelyn by the ankles,
lifting her legs and folding her over until her knees are
pressed against her chest and her ankles touch the mat. The
excruciating pain in Madelyn's back and legs is evident on her
face as she struggles in vain to free herself.
Camila: Just give up, Madelyn. You're done!
The referee counts quickly, and Madelyn can do nothing but
endure the agony.
Michelle: One! . . Two! . . Three!
Another pin for Camila. The crowd's cheers grow even louder as
Camila stands, towering over Madelyn. The scoreboard now reads 6
pins to 2, and it is clear that Madelyn is about to mount any
sort of comeback.
Camila glances toward the audience, her eyes searching for Kylie
Jenner.
Camila: Where's Kylie? I'm ready for her!
Madelyn, hammered, pummeled,battered and beaten, struggles to
her feet, but it is obvious she can barely stand. Her legs
tremble, and she sways on the spot, looking like she might
collapse at any moment.
Sensing victory within her grasp and looking to rub it in,
Camila wastes no time. She moves in swiftly, wrapping her
powerful legs around Madelyn's torso in a crushing standing body
scissors. Madelyn collapses and Camila squeezes with all her
might, ignoring the pain in her own ribs, determined to inflict
as much pain as possible.
Madelyn's eyes widen in shock and agony. She can feel her ribs
crunching under the immense pressure. Tears stream down her face
as she screams out in pain.
Madelyn: Please, no more! I quit! I quit! Please stop!
Madelyn cries echo throughout the Whiskey a Go Go, her voice
hoarse and desperate.
Michelle quickly intervenes, pulling Camila off and signaling
the end of the match. Camila stands tall, her chest heaving with
exertion but a triumphant smile on her face. She has done it.
She has not only beaten Madelyn but dominated her completely.
Madelyn lies on the mat, clutching her ribs and sobbing
uncontrollably. She is beaten, both physically and emotionally,
and the realization of her defeat is too much to bear.
As the final bell rings, the crowd erupts in applause,
acknowledging Camila's clear 7-2 victory. Camila raises her arms
in triumph once more, basking in the adoration of the fans. She
has proven herself as a formidable oil wrestler and has sent a
clear message to Kylie Jenner and the rest of the Badass
Barbies.
The match is over, and Camila Morrone stands victorious, the
undisputed winner of the night. With a cold, triumphant smirk,
she walks over to a bruised and battered Madelyn. In a display
of utter dominance, she places her foot on Madelyn's left
breast, grinding her heel into the tender flesh.
Madelyn winces, choking back tears, but she is too weak to
resist. Her chest heaves with sobs, and she lies helplessly
beneath Camila’s foot. Camila’s face twists into a cruel smile
as she twists her foot, causing Madelyn to cry out in pain.
Madelyn: Get off me!
Madelyn whimpers, her voice barely audible.
Michelle Williams finally intervenes, pulling Camila away.
Michelle: That's enough, Camila. Your fun time is over.
Camila raises her arms in victory, turning to the crowd with a
fierce look in her eyes. “Kylie! Kylie! Kylie!” she chants, her
voice dripping with venom. The crowd joins in, echoing her call.
Camila's challenge is clear, and she revels in the moment,
knowing she has not only defeated Madelyn but humiliated her in
the process.
Post Fight Interview:
Joe Rogan waits patiently as the pit clears, which takes a few
minutes since Madelyn is in dire need of medical attention. Once
the area is somewhat clear, Joe strides over to Camila, who,
despite her decisive victory, still seems to be in fight mode.
Joe: Camila, that was one of the most one-sided fights I've ever
seen. You must feel some satisfaction knowing that Madelyn was
handpicked to replace Olivia Rodrigo.
Camila, catching her breath and wiping the oil from her face,
looks at Joe with a fierce determination still burning in her
eyes.
Camila: Absolutely, Joe. They thought they could substitute
Olivia with Madelyn and still take me down but they
underestimated me. I came here to prove a point, and I think I
did just that. Madelyn was no match for me, and now Kylie Jenner
better be ready because I'm coming for her next.
Joe: Your performance was nothing short of dominant. What's next
in store for Kylie?
Camila: I'm ready for anything she can throw at me. I’ve trained
hard, and I'm not stopping until I've taken down the best, and
right now, that's Ms Plastic. Madelyn was just the beginning.
Kylie Jenner, get ready because I'm coming for you. And I
promise you, it won't be pretty.
Joe: Well, you've certainly made a statement tonight.
Congratulations on your victory, Camila. We can't wait to see
what you have in store for Ms. Jenner.
Camila raises her arms in triumph as the crowd roars, her eyes
locked on the exit, where she knows her next challenge awaits.
Camila: All I know is she better show up or I'm throwing the
nearest Barbie in the pit and beating her senseless.
Joe and Camila wait for what seems like an eternity but there is
no sign of Kylie. As they wait, Camila's patience wears thin and
she snatches the mic from Joe and gives Kylie an ultimatum.
Camila: Kylie! Kylie Jenner! Get you fake implanted ass out her
and fight me in the oil. Quit being a little **** and honor our
agreement. I beat your little minion now take your beating like
a real woman and not be some plastic piece of ****.
Before Camila can start another Kylie chant the Badass Barbie
stable leader makes her way to the pit.
Written by the Badass Barbies.
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