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Fight 27 Francesca Capaldi vs Sabrina Carpenter
DIR By: BadAssBunnies
Date: August 15, 2024, 11:22 am
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Fight 27
Francesca Capaldi – The Wannabees vs Sabrina Carpenter-
Strikeforce
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Pre-Fight Weigh-In:
The atmosphere is electric at the weigh-in for the highly
anticipated oil wrestling match between Strikeforce
Featherweight Sabrina Carpenter and Wannabee Lightweight
Francesca Capaldi. Fans are eagerly awaiting the showdown, with
the air thick with excitement and tension. The two competitors
step onto the stage, their eyes locked in a fierce glare, both
ready to assert their dominance even before the match begins.
Bruce Buffer steps forward, mic in hand, ready to introduce the
competitors.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's main event! In the
blue corner, standing at 5 feet even, weighing 101 pounds, the
agile the cunning, the sexy, Sabrina Carpenter!"
The crowd roars as Sabrina steps forward, waving confidently.
"And in the red corner, standing at 5 feet 4 inches, weighing
112 pounds, the fierce, the relentless, the notorious, she is,
Francesca, The Barbie Killer, Capaldi!"
The crowd cheers again, though there's a noticeable tension in
the air as Francesca steps forward, her eyes never leaving
Sabrina.
As they face off, the verbal sparring begins.
"You ready to get schooled, little girl?" Francesca taunts, her
voice dripping with contempt.
Sabrina smirks, "I'm ready to show you why speed and brains beat
chubby cheeks and a dumpy ass any day, Red."
The tension builds as they step closer, the crowd sensing a
confrontation. Suddenly, Francesca lashes out, slapping Sabrina
hard across the face. The sound echoes through the room, and a
collective gasp rises from the audience.
But Sabrina is quick. Before Francesca can react, Sabrina drives
her knee up into Francesca’s crotch, sending the redhead down in
a heap.
"You want to play around, Red? Do you?" Sabrina screams, her
voice filled with fury as she follows up with a vicious kick to
Francesca's ribs. Francesca clutches her side, gasping in pain,
clearly wondering if she has bitten off more than she can chew.
Security rushes in to separate them, but the damage is done.
Francesca is helped to her feet, her face flushed with a mix of
pain and anger. They both head to the podium, Sabrina with a
triumphant grin, Francesca with a scowl.
At the podium, the verbal battle continues, but it's clear that
Sabrina has the sharper wit. Her quick, cutting remarks leave
Francesca tongue-tied at times.
"So, Francesca, how does it feel to know you're about to get
schooled by someone half your size?" Sabrina taunts, her eyes
gleaming with mischief.
Francesca struggles to respond, her mind still reeling from the
unexpected assault. "You...you got lucky, Carpenter. In the pit,
it's a different story and trust me, I'll make you cry with tat
shrill little voice of yours before the 1st round is over."
Sabrina laughs, "Oh, sweetie, luck has nothing to do with it.
It's all skill. And when we get in the pit, you're going to
learn that the hard way when I whip your floppy ass."
The crowd is eating it up, clearly enjoying Sabrina's confidence
and sharp tongue. Francesca, on the other hand, is visibly
frustrated, her usual bravado faltering under the pressure.
"You talk a big game, Sabrina," Francesca finally manages to
say, "but all the talk in the world won't save you from what's
coming."
"We'll see about that," Sabrina replies, her voice cool and
confident. "But for now, you might want to ice those ribs.
You’re going to need all the strength you can muster for
tonight."
"Keep talking Blondie. When I'm done with you you're going to
wish you never stepped in the pit with me."
"That's it? That's your best comeback? Listen chubs, you'll be
lucky if you get a single pin as I plan on beating your chubby
body and stretching you until you cry like a little ****. You
have no idea what's coming your way."
"You, you're going down, Carpenter."
Fight Night:
The lights dim inside the iconic Whiskey A Go Go, and the crowd
erupts into a roar of excitement. The unmistakable voice of
Bruce Buffer booms through the speakers, filled with energy and
anticipation.
Bruce Buffer: “Ladiessss and gentlemeeeeen, THIS is the moment
you’ve all been waiting for! We are LIVE from the world-famous
Whiskey A Go Go, and it's TIME for the ultimate showdown in the
oil wrestling pit!”
The crowd cheers louder, eager for the spectacle to begin.
Bruce Buffer: “Introducing first, fighting out of the blue
corner... standing 5 feet tall, weighing in at 101 pounds, with
a fiery spirit and a fearless attitude, it's the multi-talented
singer, actress, and performer from the Strikeforce Stable…
SABRINA ‘THE STORM’ CARPENTER!!!”
Sabrina Carpenter steps into the pit with a confident grin, her
eyes locked on the competition. The crowd goes wild as she
waves, ready to take on the challenge.
Bruce Buffer: “And now… her opponent, fighting out of the red
corner… standing 5 feet 3 inches tall, weighing in at 105
pounds, with the heart of a warrior and the tenacity of a
lioness, … FRANCESCA ‘THE BARBIE KILLR’ CAPALDI!!!”
Francesca Capaldi enters the pit with fierce determination, her
red hair shining under the lights as she prepares for battle.
The crowd’s energy is palpable as they brace for an epic
encounter.
Bruce Buffer: “Ladiessss and gentlemennnn... Are you
readdddyyyy?!! Then LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEE!!!”
Bruce Buffer: “But first… your referee for tonight’s bout… none
other than the graceful yet formidable, Academy Award-winning
actress, with the strength and poise of a seasoned fighter—give
it up for… KATE WINSLET!!!”
Kate Winslet steps confidently into the oil wrestling pit, her
presence commanding respect as she adjusts her referee stripes.
With a cool, calm authority, she signals to both competitors,
ready to oversee the action and ensure a fair fight. The crowd
cheers, knowing they’re in for an unforgettable showdown under
her watchful eye.
The bell rings, signaling the start of the match as the two
competitors prepare to face off in the slippery chaos of the oil
wrestling pit.
Round 1:
The tension in the air is thick as Demi Lovato's thighs as the
bell rings to start the first round. Sabrina Carpenter and
Francesca Capaldi circle each other cautiously, each looking for
an opening. The crowd's roar fades into a dull buzz as the
competitors focus intently on each other.
Francesca, still seething from the weigh-in incident, lunges at
Sabrina with a fierce determination. She manages to wrap her
strong arms around Sabrina in a crushing bear hug. Sabrina's
eyes widen in shock as she feels Francesca's surprising
strength. The redhead’s muscles bulge, and Sabrina's petite
frame is squeezed mercilessly.
“You think you're so f^cking funny, Carpenter!” Francesca hisses
through gritted teeth, tightening her grip. “How's this feel you
little b!tch?”
Sabrina's face contorts in pain, but she quickly realizes she
needs to act fast. Summoning her agility and cunning, she brings
her knee up sharply, striking Francesca in the crotch. The
sudden and unexpected pain forces Francesca to release her hold
with a gasp, stumbling backward.
Taking advantage of the moment, Sabrina grabs a handful of
Francesca's fiery red hair and yanks her forward, executing a
perfect hair mare. Francesca is sent flying off her feet,
crashing hard into the pit wall. The impact leaves her
momentarily dazed, giving Sabrina the opportunity to pounce.
Sabrina quickly mounts Francesca, spinning around to face her
feet. She grabs both of Francesca's legs and pulls them back,
tucking them securely under her arms. With a smirk, Sabrina sits
back, applying a reverse face sit pin. The crowd roars with
approval as Sabrina bounces her small, tight ass on Francesca's
face, adding insult to injury.
“How’s that for you, Red?!” Sabrina taunts, relishing her
dominant position.
Francesca, blinded by rage and humiliation, struggles to free
herself, but Sabrina's position and leverage are too much for
her and Kate makes a 3 count. Sabrina finally releases the hold,
hopping off Francesca oil smeared face with a satisfied grin.
Francesca scrambles to her feet, her face flushed with anger.
She charges at Sabrina, but the nimble blonde easily evades her,
using quick slaps and hair pulls to keep Francesca off balance.
Francesca is caught off guard again and again, her frustration
mounting with each failed attempt to grab hold of Sabrina.
“You’re too fat and too slow, Fran!” Sabrina taunts, dodging
another wild swing from Francesca.
Seizing an opening, Sabrina slips behind Francesca and locks her
small, but powerful legs around Francesca’s waist, securing a
tight body scissors. Francesca’s eyes widen as the pressure
builds, the pain in her midsection intensifying.
“Give it up, sl&t,” Sabrina whispers menacingly in Francesca’s
ear. “Come on, is that your ribs I hear cracking?”
Francesca grits her teeth, refusing to give in despite the
searing pain. But Sabrina isn’t done. She reaches her hands
around and cups them over Francesca's ample breasts, adding a
humiliating twist to the hold. Sabrina starts pulling the full
round orbs to the sides, causing Francesca to let out a pained
gasp.
At first, Francesca manages to hold on, but Sabrina expertly
latches onto Francesca’s nipples, twisting and pulling them with
cruel precision. The added agony and the relentless pressure of
Sabrina’s thighs digging into her sides and Sabrina's nails
become too much for Francesca to bear.
“STOP! STOP! Ref, make her stop!!!” Francesca screams in
desperation.
Kate, taken back by the intense violence, intervenes, prying
Sabrina off Francesca. But before stepping away, Sabrina drives
the ball of her foot deep into Francesca's gut, causing the
redhead to double over in pain as the bell sounds, signaling the
end of the round.
Sabrina saunters back to her corner, a victorious grin on her
face. “Better get used to this, Franny,” she calls out, her
voice dripping with mockery. “It’s going to be a long night for
you.”
Francesca lies on the pit floor, clutching her sides and rubbing
her sore breasts, trying to recover from the brutal round. She
looks up at Sabrina, her eyes burning with a mixture of pain and
fury. It’s clear that this match is far from over, and both
women are prepared to give it their all in the rounds to come.
With that, the first round mercifully concludes, both women
glaring daggers at each other as they are led off the stage. The
fans are left buzzing with anticipation, knowing that the fight
ahead is going to be intense and personal. The stage is set for
an explosive match, with both Sabrina and Francesca ready to
leave it all in the pit.
Round 2:
The bell rings for the second round, and Francesca Capaldi
charges out of her corner like a woman possessed. The sting of
her defeat in the first round fuels her fury. She moves with a
newfound determination, her eyes locked onto thee pesky petite
blonde.
Sabrina, however, remains unfazed. With her quick reflexes and
agile movements, she easily eludes Francesca’s aggressive
advances. Every time Francesca gets close, Sabrina slips away,
delivering stinging slaps to Francesca's face, breasts, and the
back of her head.
“Come on, Frizzy, this is supposed to be a fight. You're
supposed to be good at this,” Sabrina taunts, her voice dripping
with sarcasm.
Francesca’s frustration mounts. She starts taking reckless
chances, swinging wildly in an attempt to land a punch. Kate
Winslet steps in, halting the fight to give Francesca a stern
warning about the illegal strikes. Francesca’s face is a mask of
rage and embarrassment as she listens, her chest heaving with
angry breaths.
As the referee steps back, signaling the match to continue,
Sabrina seizes the moment. She swiftly sweeps Francesca’s legs
out from under her, causing the redhead to crash to the oily
mat. Without missing a beat, Sabrina drops a knee hard into
Francesca's belly, driving the air from her lungs with a gasp.
Sabrina grabs Francesca's left leg, twisting it as she spins
around and locks in a tight figure-four leg lock. Despite the
slippery oil, Sabrina’s grip is firm, and the pressure builds in
Francesca's knee. Francesca’s breaths come in ragged gasps as
the pain becomes unbearable. She tries to hold out, but the
agony is too much. With a cry of desperation, she repeatedly
taps out.
“I’m sorry, Capaldi, did that hurt?” Sabrina chuckles as
Francesca's red face contorts in pain and frustration. Sabrina
gives one last squeeze then releases the hold and stands,
watching with a satisfied smirk as Francesca struggles to her
feet.
Determined not to let Sabrina have the upper hand, Francesca
finally manages to get Sabrina in a bear hug. She squeezes with
all her might, grinning triumphantly. “Got you now, you little
****,” she snarls.
But her victory is short-lived. Sabrina, ever the cunning
fighter, cups her hands and boxes Francesca's ears. The redhead
lets out a low moan, her grip loosening as she slides down
Sabrina’s chest.
Sabrina capitalizes on the moment, grabbing Francesca's head and
trapping her in a standing head scissors. She pulls up on
Francesca’s arms, stretching them painfully. Francesca tries to
tap out, but her hands are immobilized, and her verbal pleas are
muffled.
“What’s that, sweetie? Did you say something?” Sabrina mocks,
twisting Francesca’s wrists outward and pulling up harder,
causing Francesca to cry out in pain. Sabrina’s thighs crush
Francesca’s head, and her taunts only add to the humiliation.
Finally, Francesca manages to scream out the words, “I QUIT!”
The referee rushes in to untangle Sabrina’s hold. Francesca
collapses face down n a pool of oil at Sabrina’s feet, her body
trembling with pain and exhaustion.
Sabrina leans down, her face inches from Francesca’s. “Oh, come
on, honey, we’re just getting started, and you’re already about
to cry and go home,” she sneers.
In a final act of defiance, Francesca backhands the smirking
blonde. The slap echoes through the arena, drawing gasps from
the audience. Sabrina’s head snaps to the side, and she
straightens, a dangerous gleam in her eye.
The rest of the round sees Sabrina torturing Francesca with a
variety of holds. Sabrina locks Francesca in a camel clutch,
wrenching back on her neck and spine but Francesca somehow
manages to slip her head out.
Sabrina gets behind the redhead and wraps her short but strong
legs around Francesca. The blonde locks on a body triangle
tucking her foot under her knee. Francesca's corner are urging
her to hold on and with 20 seconds left she struggles but it
looks like she will make the bell.
Sabrina glances over and checks thee time. “Twenty seconds left,
red. Do you think you can hold on?” Francesca’s screams fill
the arena as Sabrina puts on the squeeze. The seconds tick away
but Sabrina shows no mercy as hr grip tightens. “Ten seconds,
sweetie, you're going to make it.” Sabrina chuckles then lifts
her hips and rolls her body to the side adding even more
pressure.
“Stop! Stop! Make her Stop! Francesca taps out with just 2
seconds left. Sabrina uncoils her legs then kicks Francesca in
the back sending her sliding to the middle of the pit.
Th bell sounds and Sabrina walks over Francesca as she heads to
her corner. Th blonde sits on the rail while sipping on some
cool water while The Wannabee corner are frantically trying to
get Francesca ready for the final round.
With a 5-0 lead it Sabrina's fight and Francesca needs a miracle
comeback.
Round 3:
Francesca may b down but she isn't about to give in the the
smart ass little blonde. She shakes her arms and steadies
herself looking calm and composed for the first time in the
fight. She slowly stalks Sabrina down cutting off the pit until
she has her cornered.
Francesca reaches out and locks Sabrina in a tight bear hug then
slips her leg behind thee blondes calf and barrels forward but
before the hit the mat Sabrina twists her body and when they
come crashing down Sabrina lands on top.
Sabrina rolls Francesca on her back then transitions to a Boston
crab, bending Francesca’s body backward in a painful arc.
Francesca claws at the mat, her face twisted in agony.
“Is this the best you’ve got?” Sabrina taunts, releasing the
hold only to trap Francesca in an armbar. Francesca’s cries grow
more desperate as Sabrina applies pressure, bending her arm at
an unnatural angle.
“Just give up already, Red,” Sabrina says, her voice cold and
merciless.
Francesca refuses to surrender, but the pain is overwhelming.
Sabrina switches to a surfboard hold, stretching Francesca’s
arms and legs to their limits. Francesca’s screams are hoarse,
her body shaking with the effort to endure. Finally Francesca
beaks down and taps out.
Sabrina stands, victorious and unscathed, while Francesca lies
on the mat, a defeated and completely broken figure. Sabrina
raises her arms in triumph, basking in the crowd’s adulation.
“Are we done? Had enough, Red.” Sabrina playfully pokes her
toes on Francesca's breasts making Kate pull her back to her
corner.
“I'm calling this Capaldi unless you start fighting back.”
Francesca gets to her feet and tries to shove Kate but the
giant blonde only slides back an inch.
“I'll take that as a no.”
Sabrina Carpenter is ready to put an exclamation mark on her
dominant performance. Francesca Capaldi, on the other hand, is
barely able to get to her feet, her body battered and bruised
from the relentless assault she's endured so far.
Sabrina wastes no time, immediately closing the distance between
them. She feints a slap, causing Francesca to flinch, then
swiftly sweeps Francesca's legs out from under her. The redhead
crashes to the oily mat with a groan, her body too weak to
resist.
With predatory grace, Sabrina straddles Francesca’s chest,
pinning her arms beneath her knees in a schoolgirl pin.
Francesca struggles feebly, but Sabrina’s weight keeps her
firmly in place. Sabrina looks down at her opponent with a
smirk, enjoying the power she holds over her.
“Look at you, Red,” Sabrina taunts. “You thought you could beat
me? How pathetic.”
Sabrina slowly lowers herself onto Francesca's face, using her
small, tight ass to smother her. Francesca’s muffled cries are
barely audible as she thrashes underneath Sabrina, desperate for
air. Sabrina bounces slightly, increasing the pressure and
cutting off Francesca’s oxygen. The redhead's struggles weaken,
her body going limp as she taps out frantically against the mat.
“Submission!” the referee calls, stepping in to pull Sabrina
off. Sabrina stands, raising her arms in victory while Francesca
lies gasping for breath.
“That’s 6-0,” Sabrina announces to the crowd, a satisfied grin
on her face. “Who’s the queen of the oil pit now?”
Francesca, barely able to move, tries to crawl away, but Sabrina
isn’t finished yet. She grabs Francesca by the ankle, dragging
her back to the center of the pit. Francesca’s body slides
easily across the oil-slicked surface, her resistance futile.
Sabrina locks eyes with Francesca, a cold determination in her
gaze. “Time to finish this.”
She sits down on Francesca's lower back, pulling Francesca’s
legs up and tucking them under her arms. Francesca’s eyes widen
in horror as she realizes what’s coming. Sabrina spreads
Francesca’s legs apart in a painful leg spread, stretching her
muscles to their limits. Francesca screams in agony, her cries
echoing through the arena.
“Give up, Francesca. You’re done,” Sabrina demands, increasing
the pressure.
Francesca’s hands claw at the mat, her face contorted in pain.
She has no choice but to tap out, her hand slapping weakly
against the oily surface. “I submit! I submit!”
“Submission!” the referee confirms, rushing in to separate them.
Sabrina stands, triumphant, while Francesca lies on the mat, her
body wracked with pain.
The scoreboard now reads 7-0 in favor of Sabrina Carpenter. The
petite blonde stands tall, barely breaking a sweat, while
Francesca Capaldi is a broken, bruised mess. Sabrina’s
domination is complete, her victory undeniable.
Sabrina looks down at Francesca, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Are you OK hun? Looks like you are about to cry. Come on now,
it's not all that bad, is it?”
Francesca mumbles incoherently, her body too battered to
respond. Sabrina isn’t done yet, though. She grabs Francesca by
the hair, hauling her to her feet. Francesca’s legs tremble,
barely able to support her weight.
Sabrina knees down next to Francesca. She grabs the back of her
left wrist, spreads the fingers on her right hand and slowly but
methodically places them on Francesca's belly. Sabrina's
fingers bury themselves into Francesca's alabaster skin her
finger digging deep and kneading the taught flesh. At first
Francesca holds on but Sabrina leans in and Francesca taps out.
It's now 8-0 and Kate steps in and has seen enough and goes to
wave off the fight but Francesca jumps up onto Sabrina's back
and raps her legs around her waist. Kate backs away as Sabrina
reaches back and latches onto Francesca's red mane, pulls
forward while bending at the hip tossing Francesca over her
shoulder and onto her back.
With time running out, Sabrina stands over Francesca and turns
to thee crowd. “How should we end this?”
Audience members scream out hold from ;eg spreads to face sits
but once they get a “We want ****” chant going Sabrina has no
other choice.
Sabrina leans down, slips two fingers under Francesca's top
they rips it clean off exposing her bruised and battered chest.
She holds the top up triumphantly. “MINE!” she declares, waving
it for the audience to see. The crowd erupts in cheers and
applause, celebrating Sabrina’s dominant performance.
Francesca is pulled to her knees and sway back and forth her
breasts heaving on her chest as she breathes in and out. She has
been completely humiliated and defeated, her breasts swinging
freely and head hanging low. Sabrina shoves her back down to the
mat, her dominance clear.
“Remember this, Red,” Sabrina says, her voice cold and
merciless. “You thought you could beat me, but I’ve proven you
wrong. You’re nothing compared to me.”
As the final bell rings, Sabrina raises her arms in victory once
more. Francesca lies on the mat, a beaten and broken mess. The
match is over, and the result is clear: Sabrina Carpenter is the
undisputed queen of the oil pit.
Sabrina’s dominance and skill have left no doubt in anyone’s
mind. She has not only won the match but has also crushed
Francesca’s spirit, broken her both mentally and physically. The
redhead’s bruised and battered body is a testament to Sabrina’s
superiority.
As the crowd continues to cheer, Sabrina walks over to Francesca
one last time. She looks down at her defeated opponent with a
smirk. “See you never, loser.”
With that, Sabrina turns and struts out of the pit, her victory
complete. Francesca is left lying in the oil, her body and
spirit broken. Sabrina’s performance has been an ass-kicking of
epic proportions, and it’s clear that she is not someone to be
underestimated.
The match ends with Sabrina as the clear victor, her dominance
and skill on full display. Francesca’s defeat is total, her body
and spirit shattered by the petite but formidable blonde.
Sabrina Carpenter has proven herself as the petite queen of the
oil pit, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind about her superiority
over Francesca.
Post Fight Interview:
Joe Rogan steps into the pit, microphone in hand, to
congratulate Sabrina on her victory. “Ladies and gentlemen,
let’s give it up for Sabrina Carpenter, our undisputed queen of
the oil pit!”
The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as Sabrina stands tall,
basking in her victory. Francesca, on the other hand, is forced
to sit at Sabrina’s feet in the oil, her head hanging low in
shame.
Joe turns to Sabrina, a smile on his face. “Sabrina, that was an
incredible performance. Who do you want to face next?”
Sabrina looks down at Francesca, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Well, Joe, while Francesca here might be a world-class boxer,
she sucks ass at oil wrestling.” She grabs Francesca’s hair and
makes her nod in agreement, her voice filled with condescension.
“Isn’t that right, sweetie?”
Francesca, utterly humiliated, nods her head, tears streaming
down her cheeks.
Sabrina then looks up, her eyes gleaming with a new challenge.
“You know, Joe, Dove Cameron thinks she’s pretty good in the
oil. I think I’d like to make her cry like the little **** that
she is. And you know what? Francesca here could be in my corner,
wiping the oil off my feet. Isn’t that right, Fran?”
Francesca, completely broken and submissive, nods again, her
naked body trembling with humiliation.
The crowd roars with approval, and Joe Rogan raises Sabrina’s
arm in victory. “There you have it, folks! Sabrina Carpenter,
our queen of the oil pit, has spoken!”
Sabrina, enjoying every moment of her victory, looks down at
Francesca one last time. “Remember this, Fran. You’re nothing
compared to me. You’re my **** now, and you’ll do whatever I
say.”
Francesca, her spirit completely shattered, just sits there in
the oil, knowing that Sabrina’s words are true. Sabrina
Carpenter has not only won the match but has also crushed
Francesca’s spirit, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind about her
dominance.
As Sabrina leaves the pit, the crowd continues to cheer,
celebrating her victory. Francesca remains on the mat, a naked,
beaten and humiliated mess, knowing that she will never forget
this night and the crushing defeat she has suffered at the hands
of Sabrina Carpenter.
Written by Th Badass Barbies.
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