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Fight 29 Main Event - Laura Marano vs Dove Cameron
DIR By: BadAssBunnies
Date: August 22, 2024, 12:24 pm
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Match 28
Laura Marano – The Awesome Aries vs Dove Cameron – The Badass
Barbies
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Pre-Fight Weigh-in:
The tension in the room was thick with resentment after the
harrowing ending to the Sydney Sweeney – Vanessa Marano fight.
Sydney came away victorious but a dark cloud hung over the pit
as Vanessa lay motionless with an apparent injury to her spine.
Fortunately she survived and was able to sit up and wave to her
fans as the stretcher took her to the Medical facility.
Dove Cameron and Laura Marano entered the weigh-in area. The
standing room only crowd, a mix of enthusiastic fans and curious
onlookers, buzzed with anticipation. Both women were known for
their fierce competitive spirit and their disdain for one
another was no secret.
Dove, with her petite yet muscular frame, cut Laura off and got
onto the scale first. She flashed a confident smile at the
audience, flexing her well-toned arms slightly for effect. The
announcer called out, "Dove Cameron, weighing in at 112 pounds!"
Next, it was Laura's turn. Slightly taller and equally athletic,
Laura confidently walked up to the scale. Her eyes locked onto
Dove's, the challenge evident. "Laura Marano, weighing in at 112
pounds!" the announcer declared.
As they stood face-to-face for the obligatory stare-down, the
animosity between them was evident. Dove's eyes sparkled with a
mixture of amusement and determination, while Laura's gaze was
steely and unyielding. Neither dared blink as any sign of
weakness would be used against them. They leaned in and
threatened each other then spat out unthinkable insults under
their breaths.
Then in a surprising move, both women separated and moved to the
podium for the press conference. Joe Rogan took his place at the
podium.
Joe: Dove, what are your thoughts on the upcoming match?
Dove smirked, her confidence unshakable.
Dove: I've faced tougher challenges in my career, and this is no
different. Laura might have the reputation but I'm undefeated in
the oil.
Joe: Laura is a fierce competitor known for never giving in.
Will this affect your strategy?
Dove: I'm sure that Laura has some tricks up her sleeve, but
she's no match for my speed and agility. I'm going to dance
circles around her, slap her silly then pin and submit her until
she's a broken quivering mess.
Laura, not one to back down, quickly grabbed her mic.
Laura: Is that so, Dove? Because last I checked, you were the
one struggling to keep up with me on set. Remember that scene in
'Howl-a-Rooney'? You looked like you were about to cry.
Dove's smirk turned into a glare.
Dove: Funny, I don't recall losing that fight, Laura. Maybe your
memory's as weak as your wrestling skills.
The crowd murmured, sensing the rising tension.
Laura: We all know how that fight ended. I guess like I'll have
to give you a refresher.
Joe: Fight? Behind the scenes? What are you two talking about.
Dove: I'll take this, Joe. Laura was a guest on my hit show “Liv
and Maddy”. She was playing this half crazed half werewolf
character that we found in the woods. There was this one scene
where we were supposed to wrestle around and Laura took it way
too serious and it got a little out of hand. I put her in her
place afterwards.
Laura: Dream on, Cameron. We all know what took place.
Joe: Laura, how do you respond to Dove's claim about your
wrestling skills?
Laura leaned forward, her expression serious.
Laura: Everyone know that Dove likes to talk a big game, but we
all know actions speak louder than words. When we step into that
pit, she'll see just how strong and relentless I can be.
Dove laughed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Dove: Strong and relentless? Laura, please. The only thing
you're relentless at is spewing incoherent gibberish out of your
big mouth. When it comes to actual wrestling, you'll be tapping
out in no time.
Laura's eyes narrowed, her competitive spirit flaring.
Laura: I guess we'll see about that. Don't cry when I leave you
gasping for air, begging for mercy.
Joe: Now let's go over the previous fight. Laura, your sister
Vanessa escaped serious injury at the hands of Sydney Sweeney.
Is she going to be OK?
Laura: Thanks for your concern and I'm glad to report that
Vanessa is fully recovered. No doubt her back took some serious
abuse but Vanessa is as tough as they come.
Dove: That's good news, it really is.
Laura looks a bit confused.
Laura: Thanks, I guess. Let me clear the air. Sydney technically
won but how she got there is still up for debate.
Dove: Debate? Really? It's clear that Sydney took over and won
8-6. There's no debate and if you disagree then that's just
loser talk. Typical Aries, get their asses kick and claim foul.
Vanessa is by far the biggest whiner.
Laura jumps to her feet clenching her fists.
Laura: You keep Vanessa out of this! I'll deal with Sydney after
I beat your ass. What she did to Vanessa was completely uncalled
for.
Dove: Your sister did this to herself. If she's too stupid to
tap out then Sydney can not be held responsible if she got
injured. As much as Sydney enjoyed beating her ass she never
intended to injure her. It's all on Vanessa.
Laura: Keep it up, Cameron.
Both women stand up but Joe quickly steps in and keeps them at
arms length.
As the intensity escalated, Dove and Laura shoved Joe out of the
way. They pushed forward, their firm breasts smashing against
each other. The force of the impact caused them both to grunt in
discomfort, neither willing to back down. They continued to
press forward, using their breasts as weapons, trying to flatten
each other with sheer determination as the crowd jumped to their
feet in anticipation of a brawl.
Suddenly, Dove broke the stalemate with a vicious **** slap that
echoed through the room. Laura's head snapped to the side, and
before she could recover, Dove delivered a swift knee to Laura's
belly. Laura doubled over, gasping for air, and dropped to the
ground on her knees.
Not content with her initial assault, Dove started kicking Laura
in the ribs, each blow eliciting a pained groan from her rival.
However, Laura, fueled by rage and desperation, wrapped her arms
around Dove's legs and pulled her down to the ground.
The two women wrestled ferociously under the podium, their
screams filling the room like wildcats locked in a death match.
Security struggled to reach them as they rolled and thrashed,
each trying to gain the upper hand. The crowd watched in stunned
silence, mesmerized by the intensity of the brawl.
Finally, Laura managed to get behind Dove, locking her in a
tight sleeper hold. Dove's face turned beet red, her eyes
fluttering from the lack of oxygen. She clawed at Laura's arms,
trying to break free, but Laura's grip was unyielding.
Security finally managed to pry them apart, but not before Dove
nearly blacked out. As Laura's grip was finally loosened, Dove
fell to the floor, her body convulsing as she gasped for air.
Laura stood up her face still fresh with Dove's hand imprinted
in red across her cheeks. With her chest heaving with exertion
Laura stood tall. "SHE STARTED IT! SHE STARTED IT, AND I
FINISHED IT!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room.
Dove lay on the floor, her body trembling, her eyes wide with a
mix of fear and rage while her head bobbed form side to side.
The press conference had turned into a chaotic display of their
animosity, setting the stage for an even more intense showdown
in the oil wrestling pit. Fans were left buzzing with
anticipation, knowing that this fight was far from over.
Laura Marano wasn't finished. As security began to drag her away
from the chaotic scene, she broke free momentarily and lunged at
Dove again. Her hate filled eyes were blazing with fury and
determination.
Dove, still recovering on the floor, braced herself for another
assault, but security intercepted Laura just in time, her feet
just a few inches from Dove's face as they pulled her back at
the last second. Laura fought against them like a wild cat,
screaming insults and taunts at Dove as she fought to break
free.
"You think you're tough, Dove? You're nothing but a pampered
little princess who gets everything she wants from her
billionaire boss!" Laura shouted, her voice dripping with venom.
"I’m going to break you in that pit, make you beg for mercy like
the weakling you are!"
Dove, now sitting up, her face flushed with both anger and
embarrassment, glared at Laura. The fire in her eyes only fueled
Laura’s spite. Dove tried to get to her feet but fell back down,
her vision still blurry and her legs wobbly.
"You can’t even stand up straight!" Laura mocked, struggling
against the security guards. "Look at you, gasping for air like
a fish out of water. Pathetic! I’m going to enjoy crushing you
under my feet. You’re going to wish you never stepped into that
pit with a Marano!"
The crowd watched in shock and awe as Laura’s tirade continued.
"I'm so sick of you and your stupid stable thinking they are
better than everybody. You’re all talk, Cameron! When we get in
that oil, I’m going to smear your pretty little face all over
the mat!" Laura’s voice was shrill with hatred. "And when I’m
done with you, there won’t be anything left but a sobbing,
broken mess. You hear me? You hear me, Barbie?"
Security finally managed to start pulling Laura away more
effectively, but she continued to hurl taunts over her shoulder.
"Enjoy your last moments of dignity, Dove! They won’t last long!
You’re going to be my little toy in that ring, and I’ll make
sure everyone sees just how weak and pathetic you really are!"
Dove, now on her feet and steadying herself, clenched her fists,
her body trembling with a mix of rage and adrenaline. She
watched as a red faced Laura was dragged out of the room, still
screaming threats and insults.
With Laura gone, Dove composed herself and took a deep breath,
her eyes narrowing with resolve. She wasn't going to let Laura's
words shake her. Instead, they fueled her determination. She
knew she had to bring her best to the pit, not just to win, but
to prove a point. This wasn't just about victory anymore; it was
about pride and proving who the true alpha female was.
Fight Night:
A very special referee was hand picked by both teams. Sophia
Bush had spent time with the Awesome Aries and also as a
consultant for the Badass Barbies. She had proven time and again
to be impartial and both teams had confidence that she would do
just that.
The tension in the arena was thick as the two teams made their
way to the pit, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. The lights
highlighted the gleaming oil in the pit, creating an almost
surreal atmosphere. This was more than a wrestling match; it was
a clash of titans and a clash of hated factions, with pride and
bragging rights on the line.
Laura Marano led the way for her team, Awesome Aries, with her
teammates Lauren Donzis and Mallory James Mahoney flanking her.
Laura wore a sleek black bikini that accentuated her toned
muscles, each step purposeful and confident. She reached the
edge of the pit and knelt down, her fingers dipping into the
warm, slick oil. As she spread it over her body, her muscles
gleamed under the lights, every movement exuding power and
determination.
Lauren Donzis leaned over and whispered something into Laura’s
ear, a smirk playing on her lips. Laura nodded, her eyes never
leaving the entrance where Dove Cameron would soon appear.
The crowd’s murmurs grew louder as Dove Cameron entered with her
Badass Barbie teammates, Paris Berelc and Madison Beer. Dove’s
sheer bikini left little to the imagination, showcasing full
breasts and toned abs. She stepped into the pit with grace and
determination, starting to oil up, her body gleaming just as
brilliantly as Laura’s.
Lauren Donzis, not missing a beat, made her way over to Dove.
Madison Beer quickly intercepted, stepping between Lauren and
Dove. The air crackled with electricity as a shoving match
ensued.
Lauren held her hands up in mock innocence. "I was only coming
over to wish her luck," she said, her tone dripping with
insincerity.
Madison glared at her, not buying a word of it. "Stay away from
her, Donzis." she warned.
As Lauren turned to leave, she suddenly grabbed Madison by the
hair and whipped her into the pit. Chaos erupted as the two
teams rushed to their fallen teammates. Dove immediately started
towards Laura, eyes blazing with fury, but was intercepted by
Sophia Bush just in time.
Laura stood a few feet back, a mocking grin on her face. "What’s
the matter, Dove? Scared already?" she taunted, her voice
carrying over the noise.
Sophia Bush quickly stepped in, working to restore order.
"Enough! Both of you, to your corners, NOW!"
Dove and Laura, eyes locked in a fierce stare, backed off to
their respective corners, their teammates retreating to the
sidelines. Lauren was still running her mouth as Madison, half
covered in baby oil, toweled herself off all thee while glaring
daggers at Lauren. The tension was thick, and the crowd was on
the edge of their seats.
Sophia stepped into the center of the pit, raising her hands for
silence. "Alright, ladies, here are the rules," she began,
outlining the boundaries and expectations for the match. Neither
Laura nor Dove seemed to be listening, their focus solely on
each other.
As she finished, she looked at both fighters. "Are we ready,
Ladies?"
Laura and Dove nodded, never breaking eye contact.
"Then let's do this!" she shouted, stepping back.
The crowd erupted into cheers as the two women took their
stances, muscles taut and ready for action. This was it – the
moment everyone had been waiting for since Laura challenged Dove
and started the Baby Oil Brawl last March. The fight was about
to begin, and they would battle it out until only one would
emerge victorious.
Round 1:
As the bell rang, Dove Cameron sprang into action, fueled by the
earlier altercation. She charged at Laura Marano with a fierce
determination, her eyes blazing with the need to assert her
dominance. Laura, expecting a more measured approach, found
herself backpedaling almost immediately, struggling to fend off
Dove's aggressive onslaught.
Dove slammed into Laura, pushing her back towards the pit wall.
The impact echoed through the arena, and the crowd roared in
approval. Laura tried to push back, but Dove’s energy and
aggression were overwhelming. Dove grabbed a handful of Laura's
hair and yanked her head back, delivering a stinging slap to
Laura's face.
Laura gritted her teeth, trying to focus on escaping Dove’s
relentless attack. But Dove wasn’t giving her any room to
breathe. She shoved Laura to the ground, quickly mounting her
chest and pinning her arms beneath her knees. Laura struggled,
but Dove’s weight and position kept her firmly in control.
With a vicious smirk, Dove leaned in, her gaze locked on Laura's
desperate eyes, and mercilessly lowered her breasts onto her
rival’s face. Laura gasped as her air supply was suddenly cut
off, her muffled protests barely audible beneath the smothering
pressure of Dove's firm C-cups. Dove shifted her weight, making
sure every inch of Laura's face was buried beneath her chest,
blocking out any chance of air.
Laura instinctively jerked her head to the side, frantically
trying to twist free, but Dove was relentless. She adjusted her
position with brutal precision, ensuring there was no escape for
her struggling opponent. Laura’s legs kicked out wildly, her
heels pounding the mat in a desperate attempt to buck Dove off,
but the oil-slicked surface made every movement futile. Her
once-powerful legs flailed uselessly, slipping and sliding in
the oil, offering no leverage as Dove's weight bore down on her.
The crowd watched in awe as Laura’s struggles began to weaken,
her chest heaving as she fought for breath. Dove's smirk
widened, her cruelty on full display as she brought her elbows
in tightening the hold, ensuring her hated rival felt every
ounce of her dominance.
"What's wrong, Laura?" Dove sneered, her tone dripping with
venom. "No smart-ass remarks now? Not so tough with my **** in
your face, huh?"
Laura’s vision darkened as oxygen deprivation set in, panic
rising in her chest. She bucked her hips in one last desperate
attempt to escape, but it only made things worse—Dove’s breasts
pushed further into her face, leaving Laura no way out.
Realizing she had no escape, Laura reluctantly tapped out on
Dove’s shoulder, the sting of defeat burning more than the lack
of air.
The crowd erupted as Dove lifted her breasts off Laura as oil
droplets dripped down on the brunette's face. Dove got to her
feet a triumphant grin plastered across her features. In less
than a minute, Dove had humiliated her hated rival, taking an
early 1-0 lead with a submission that felt personal on every
level.
"I told you what would happen, Marano, I told you!" Dove
taunted, standing up and looking down at Laura. "Get up, come
on, Laura. Stop laying there looking all pathetic and fight me."
Laura, furious and humiliated, wasted no time seeking revenge.
Her face flushed with anger, she charged at Dove with a newfound
determination, their bodies colliding in a fierce struggle. They
exchanged slaps and hair pulls, snarling like wild animals. In
the chaos, Laura’s knee shot upward, landing dangerously close
to Dove’s bikini line. Dove let out a sharp cry, doubling over
in pain, while her corner erupted, accusing Laura of a low blow
but Sophia Bush let it slide, signaling for the fight to
continue.
Seeing Dove weakened, Laura seized the opportunity with cold
precision. She grabbed Dove by the hair and yanked her head back
violently, delivering a hard back haneded slap across her face.
Dove’s head snapped to the side, her eyes wide in shock and
pain. Before Dove could react, Laura shoved her down to the mat,
straddling her chest with a vicious gleam in her eye.
“Payback time, Princess,” Laura spat, her voice dripping with
venom. Without hesitation, she lowered her slightly smaller, but
just as effective, breasts onto Dove's face. The crowd roared as
Laura smothered her rival, pressing down hard and making sure
Dove felt every ounce of her furyand every inch of her silky
white breasts.
Dove struggled frantically beneath her, her legs kicking wildly
as she tried to buck Laura off. But Laura held firm, her arms
locked around Dove’s head as she ground her chest into her
rival's face. She turned her shoulders from side to side,
rubbing her pert nipples across Dove’s face while her
suffocating breasts engulfed the Barbies face. Dove’s resolve
began to falter. Trapped beneath Laura's weight, Dove’s earlier
confidence crumbled, and her muffled cries grew weaker with each
passing second.
"How do you like it, Dove?" Laura taunted through gritted teeth.
"Not so fun when it's you, is it?"
Laura adjusted her position, ensuring her rival’s air supply
remained cut off. Dove twisted her head to the side whenever she
could, gasping for whatever little air she could manage. But
Laura relentlessly kept her pinned down, making the moment even
more unbearable.
With humiliation etched across Dove’s face, she had no choice
but to tap out, her hand hitting the mat in defeat. Laura,
seething with fury, made sure the message was clear. Even after
releasing the hold, she kept her breasts dangerously close to
Dove's face, a taunting reminder of the punishment she could
still inflict.
"You try to smother me again, and I swear you won’t be waking
up!" Laura hissed, her voice cold and menacing.
Dove gasped for breath, inhaling deeply, the closeness of
Laura’s breasts still looming over her like a dark cloud of
humiliation. The heat of Laura’s body and the memory of her
suffocating hold lingered painfully in Dove’s mind as she
scrambled to her feet, her lips still tingling from the
suffocating embrace.
The referee stepped in, pulling Laura back as Dove slowly got to
her feet, her face flushed with anger and humiliation. Dove’s
corner leaned over the pit rail, shouting encouragement and
trying to get her back in the game.
With a little over 3 minute gone and the score tied 1-1. Laura
and Dove were a bit more cautious neither thrilled with being
smothered out.
Dove was gasping for breath, her hands on her knees as she
struggled to recover, Laura seized the opportunity to assert her
dominance. Springing forward with newfound energy, she lunged
towards Dove, her hand gripping tightly onto Dove's hair as she
forcefully threw her rival onto her back.
Now in a dominant position, Laura opted against a another breast
smother or a pin attempt, instead choosing to target Dove's
legs. With determination etched on her face, Laura wasted no
time in executing her next move, fully intent on wearing down
her opponent weakness on her way to victory.
Laura deftly slid her slick, oil-covered body backward,
simultaneously pushing Dove forward. With precision, she seized
Dove's left ankle, ensnaring it between her own powerful legs.
Without hesitation, Laura reached for Dove's right ankle,
pulling it in the opposite direction and ensnaring her rival in
a torturous leg spread. Dove's cry of agony filled the air as
Laura's stretched her muscles to their breaking point,
threatening to rip them apart.
With every passing moment, the pain grew more intense, until it
felt like Dove's legs would snap in two. Desperate to escape,
she thrashed and struggled lifting and twisting her hips, but
Laura held firm, her grip unyielding. With tears streaming down
her face, Dove fought to maintain her composure, but the pain
was overwhelming.
With a final, anguished cry, Dove tapped out, conceding defeat
to Laura's superior strength and skill. As Sophia Bush signaled
the end of the third fall, Dove lay on the mat, her hands
cupping her stretched inner thigh muscles while while her body
trembled with exhaustion. She knew that she had severely
under-estimated Laura, but she refused to give up hope. Laura
takes a 2-1 lead.
With Dove's hands still between her legs gently massaging her
thigh muscles Laura shot across the pit and speared Dove burying
her shoulder deep into Dove's belly. Dove was lifted off the mat
and driven into the rail the impact leaving her dazed and winded
as the bell sounded ending the opening round.
Paris and Madison jumped into the pit concerned for Dove's
safety. They helped her to her corner and while Madison wiped
the oil off her face Paris went over strategies.
Laura sat on the pit rail, her breaths steady and controlled as
she leaned back, letting Lauren and Mallory clean the oil from
her skin. Lauren crouched beside her, her tone confident and
firm.
"Keep after her legs, that's where she's weak," Lauren advised,
her eyes narrowing as she watched Dove. "Snap those skinny
toothpicks in two."
Mallory, grinning with malicious intent, chimed in. "And once
you’ve got her worn down, smother her out again. Another taste
of your boobs, and I guarantee she’ll quit."
Laura nodded, her mind focused on the next round. The minute
between rounds felt like a flash to Dove, who still looked
shaken from the last exchange. She shifted nervously, wiping the
oil from her face as Sophia stepped into the pit, her presence
commanding attention. The two fighters were brought back to the
center, the tension palpable in the air.
This wasn’t just a fight anymore—it was personal.
Sophia: OK, it started to get a little out of hand in the first
round. You had your fun but I'm not going to put up with any
more illegal moves.
She looked at Laura then Dove.
Sophia: Do I make myself clear?
Both nodded in agreement.
Round 2:
As the second round began, both women were more cautious,
circling each other warily. Dove, still smarting from Laura’s
leg spread and the humiliating breast smother, was determined to
regain control. She lunged at Laura, grabbing her by the hair
and yanking her head back.
"You're going to pay for that," Dove snarled, delivering a hard
slap to Laura’s face.
Laura retaliated, grabbing Dove’s wrist and twisting it behind
her back. Dove yelped in pain, trying to wriggle free, but Laura
used the momentum to push her to the ground. Laura quickly
mounted Dove, pinning her arms beneath her knees and delivering
a series of harsh slaps to Dove’s face.
Laura: Is this what you wanted, Dove? To get humiliated in front
of everyone? Because that's whats happening right now.
Dove’s eyes blazed with fury as she bucked and twisted, trying
to throw Laura off. Finally, she managed to free one arm, using
it to grab Laura by the hair and yank her head back. Laura cried
out in pain, but held her position, refusing to let Dove get the
upper hand.
With a burst of strength, Dove rolled them over, reversing their
positions. Now on top, she grabbed Laura’s wrists and pinned
them above her head but Laura slide under Dove and scrambled to
her feet.
Dove slowly rolled over and got to her feet. With a burst of
speed Laura shot forward but Dove used her agility to stay light
on her feet, deftly avoiding Laura Marano's grasp. Dove's
quickness frustrates Laura, who begins to take more and more
reckless chances, lunging at Dove with increasing desperation.
Dove smirks, taunting Laura with every dodge.
Dove: Come on, Laura! Is this really all you've got?
Laura growls in frustration, her fury fueling another reckless
charge. But Dove, quicker on her feet, sidesteps and swiftly
moves behind her, wrapping her powerful legs around Laura’s
waist in a crushing body scissors. At first, Laura barely feels
the pressure, her adrenaline shielding her from the discomfort.
But soon, Dove's strong, toned thighs start to constrict around
Laura's midsection, and the true force of the hold becomes
agonizingly clear.
Laura’s eyes widen in shock as her lungs fight for air. She
claws at Dove’s legs, her fingers slipping on the slick oil,
unable to get a firm grip. Dove, sensing her advantage, rolls
onto her side and raises her hips, tightening the scissor hold
even further. Every shift of Dove's body sends waves of
excruciating pain through Laura’s ribs.
A long, agonized moan escapes Laura’s lips as her ribs feel like
they’re about to crack under the unrelenting pressure. The crowd
watches with bated breath, awe-struck by Dove’s sheer power and
Laura’s desperation. Her teammates, Lauren and Mallory, scream
at her to hold on, but Dove’s focus is unwavering. Gritting her
teeth, she digs her thighs deeper into Laura’s sides, determined
to make her rival suffer.
Laura’s breaths grow more labored, and her face contorts in pain
as the scissor hold pushes her to the brink. Just as Sophia
moves in to check on her condition, Laura weakly raises her hand
and slaps the mat, her body succumbing to the torment.
Dove uncoils her legs with a triumphant smirk and rolls away,
sitting up with a slight grimace as her right thigh cramps from
the intensity of the hold. As she stretches it out, the score is
tied at 2-2 midway through the round, both fighters battered and
pushed to their limits. The air is thick with tension as the
battle rages on, with neither woman willing to back down.
Laura sits back, feeling the sting of reality setting in. She
had let her emotions get the better of her and taken unnecessary
chances. It cost her a fall and as she regained her composure
she readied herself.
As the match resumes, Laura, with simmering anger, initially
tries a more cautious approach, hoping to counter Dove's
attacks. But Dove, moving with a predatory grace, quickly turns
the tables. In a flash, she rolls Laura onto her back, entwining
her legs inside Laura’s, pinning her arms above her head. With a
wicked grin, Dove violently spreads Laura’s legs wide,
stretching her into a humiliating starfish position.
Laura's eyes bulge with shock and pain as a searing agony tears
through her body.
F&ck!!!” Laura screams, her voice cracking as Dove forces her
legs wider, her body contorted in agony. Laura's face twists
with fury and pain, tears pricking at her eyes. Desperation
takes over as Laura twists her hips wildly, managing to slip one
leg free. But her relief is short-lived—Dove snatches her free
ankle, clamping it between her powerful thighs, and with cruel
precision, begins twisting.
Laura howls in pain, the pressure on her ankle sending
shockwaves of torment up her leg.
“Give up, Marano!” Dove commands, her voice sharp with contempt,
every word dripping with superiority.
Laura clenches her jaw, her mind swirling in a haze of rage and
agony as her hated rival is in complete control. Her chest
heaves as she fights to stay composed, to keep from breaking.
But with one last surge of fury, she lashes out, kicking Dove
hard in the neck with her free leg. The impact forces Dove to
release her grip, and Laura, panting and furious, rolls away,
nursing her injured ankle.
“You **** ****,” Laura growls through gritted teeth, her voice
venomous as she glares at Dove. “You’re going to pay for that. I
swear.”
Laura struggles to her feet, but it's clear she's having trouble
placing weight on her injured ankle. Dove notices and swiftly
sweeps Laura's leg with a quick kick, sending Laura crashing to
the oily floor. Dove splashes down on top of her, grabbing
Laura's hair and locking her in a tight side headlock.
Laura grits her teeth, struggling against Dove's hold. With a
show of brute strength, Laura manages to get to her feet,
lifting Dove off the ground and slamming her down, headfirst.
Dove's body crumples, and for a moment, it seems she might be
out cold.
Seizing the opportunity, Laura hauls Dove to her feet by her
hair, locking her in a side headlock and flipping her onto her
back. Laura mounts a woozy Dove, pressing her down for the pin.
Sophia slides halfway across thee pit.
Sophia: One! . . Two! . . Three!
With less than a minute left, Laura take a 3-2 lead.
Emboldened by her success, Laura is relentless. She’s all over
Dove, who is clearly hurting and rubbing her neck. Laura goes
for another pin, but Dove isn’t done yet. She slips out just as
the bell rings, ending the second round perched on Dove's chest
her hand reared back.
Laura, brimming with confidence, taunts Dove as they head to
their corners.
Laura: Come on, Dove! I thought you were going to crush me?
Dove glares back, determination burning in her eyes, but the
pain is evident. Laura’s taunts continue as she struts back to
her corner, trying to keep her head clear despite the pain
radiating through her body.
The tension between the two camps is electric as Mallory is
already celebrating on Laura’s behalf, completely blind to the
fight still ahead.
Mallory, with a gleeful smile, pats Laura on the back: "You so
got this! Look at her, she's ready to quit. Take this Princess
out, then you can break Sweeney for good!"
But Lauren isn’t having it. Her eyes narrow, and she cuts
through Mallory's overconfidence with a sharp retort.
“Shut up, Mal. Laura hasn’t won anything yet.” Her voice is
laced with frustration. “Dove’s not done. She’s dangerous,
talented, and Laura needs to keep the pressure on and not let
her breathe. Or else.”
Meanwhile, in the Barbie corner, the mood is far more grim. Dove
is clearly hurting, her legs aching from the punishment they’ve
taken, and she’s massaging her sore neck with a pained
expression. Madison wipes her down, giving her sips of water,
her face tight with worry, while Paris stands over Dove like a
general prepping her soldier for battle.
Paris leans in, her tone deadly serious: "You know what happens
if the Aries beat us again, Dove."
Dove nods, her jaw tight as she listens. She knows exactly
what’s at stake.
“You’re better than her,” Paris continues, her voice intense.
“Don’t let her control the pace. Use your holds, keep her
grounded. She slips, you punish her.”
As Sophia calls out the ten-second warning, Laura rises to her
feet, bouncing on her toes as she stretches, radiating arrogance
and confidence. Her eyes flash with cold determination. Dove,
still sore but resolute, takes a deep breath and shifts into a
defensive stance, her hands raised and ready.
The moment of calm before the storm is thick with
anticipation—both sides are steeled for the next brutal clash.
Round 3:
As the third round begins, the atmosphere is electric with
tension. Dove Cameron and Laura Marano are covered in sweat and
oil, their bodies glistening under the lights. Both women know
this round will determine the winner, and neither is willing to
back down. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as the bell
rings.
They immediately clash in the center of the pit locking each
other in tight bear hugs. Dove digs her wrists into Laura's
lower back while Laura's arms are wrapped around Dove's ribs.
They both squeeze tight as the spin to the left. Laura manages
to snake her legs behind Dove's right calf and leans forward
sending Dove to the mat Laura's full weight crashing down on
her. Laura slides up until Dove's breasts are pressed up tightly
on her inner thighs. Laura slowly but methodically inches up
until Dove's breasts are threatening to bust through her top.
Laura winds up and slaps Dove across the cheeks but when she
goes to backhand her, Dove catches her hand midair and pulls her
off to the side throwing her off. The two quickly get to their
feet and circle each other each looking for an opening.
With a sudden burst of energy, Dove lunges forward, driving
Laura to the mat with a forceful slam that steals the air from
her lungs. Despite their locked arms, they roll across the oily
surface, each vying for dominance trying to stay on top.
Finally after an intense exchange Dove manages to gain the upper
hand, shifting her position until she straddles Laura's chest.
With her thighs constricting like vices, Dove applies intense
pressure, her muscles flexing with determination digging deep
into Laura's ribs.
Pressing down on Laura's shoulders, Dove begins the pin count,
but Laura fights back ferociously, her legs kicking wildly in
defiance. Undeterred, Dove redoubles her efforts, grimacing with
exertion as she bears down on her slippery opponent.
With a swift maneuver, Laura rolls onto her stomach, but Dove
wastes no time in seizing control once again. Locking her hands
under Laura's chin, she wrenches back, bending Laura's neck at a
painful angle locking her in a textbook camel clutch.
Dove: Give it up, Laura! Give up before I break you in two!
Dove's taunt drips with venom as she applies the excruciating
hold.
Laura's defiance crumbles as the pain in her back becomes
unbearable, and she surrenders by tapping out on Dove's thigh.
But Dove's rage knows no bounds, and she lashes out with a
vicious display of aggression. Gripping Laura's hair tightly,
she slams her face into the oily mat, grinding it from side to
side with relentless force. Sophia Bush intervenes swiftly
before the situation spirals out of control. She gives Dove a
warning letting her know that the next infraction will cost her
a fall. With the Camel Clutch submission Dove has tied the match
at 3.
After a brief struggle, Laura managed to pin Dove, her body
pressing down firmly. Referee Sophia Bush dropped to her knees,
starting the count.
Sophia: One! . . . Two! . . . Th.
Just before the third count, Dove twisted her body, slipping out
from under Laura. Laura’s frustration was evident, but Dove
seized the moment. With a swift move, Dove rolled Laura onto her
back and pinned her arms over her head. Dove leaned forward and
pressed her chest onto Laura’s face.
Dove’s firm breasts formed a perfect seal over Laura’s mouth and
nose. Laura’s eyes widened in panic. She tried to twist her head
to the side, seeking air, but Dove brought her elbows in, making
escape impossible. Laura’s legs kicked out wildly as she
struggled beneath Dove’s smothering hold. The crowd roared in
excitement, their eyes glued to the intense scene.
Laura managed to turn her head slightly, gulping in a desperate
breath. But Dove adjusted her position, pressing down harder.
The panic in Laura’s big doe eyes grew as her oxygen supply
dwindled. Sophia Bush watched closely, ready to call the match
if Laura couldn’t free herself.
Laura’s struggles became more frantic. Her hands clawed at
Dove’s back and sides, but Dove remained steadfast her firm
breasts pressed tightly on Laura's face. Laura’s movements began
to slow, her strength fading as she suffocated. Dove’s breasts
continued to engulf Laura’s face, the pressure unrelenting.
Laura’s vision blurred as the pain and exhaustion overtook her
body. She mustered one last effort, twisting her head and
arching her back in a desperate attempt to break free, but Dove
was ready. With an almost effortless shift of her weight, Dove
tightened her grip, ensuring there was no escape. Laura’s hand,
trembling and weak, tapped against Dove’s side, signaling her
submission.
A smug grin spread across Dove’s face. "F&CK YES!" she screamed,
her voice echoing throughout the venue, drawing the crowd's
attention. She leaned down, her breath hot against Laura’s ear,
and whispered with venom, "Guess you're not as tough as you
thought, huh? Maybe next time, you'll keep that big mouth shut
before stepping into the pit with me."
As she stood up, Dove gave Laura’s head a condescending pat on
the back of the head, reveling in her victory. She walked away
with a swagger, leaving Laura to grapple with not just the pain
of defeat, but the sting of Dove's cutting words. With the
breast smother Dove took a 4-3 lead.
Laura, still seething from her earlier defeat, wiped the oil
from her face with a fiery determination in her eyes. Her mind
raced as she calculated her next move, refusing to accept
defeat. She lunged at Dove with renewed ferocity, driven by a
desire for revenge. As Dove stumbled from the earlier rounds,
Laura saw her opening and grabbed hold of Dove’s legs.
With a wicked smile, Laura twisted Dove’s legs into an
intricate, pretzel-like position, securing them firmly under her
arms. What happened next shocked everyone in the arena,
especially Dove. Laura leaned back, her body twisting in an
almost impossible angle, bending Dove's spine in a gruesome
manner that sent shockwaves of pain through her body.
Dove’s face contorted in agony, her leg muscles screaming for
relief as Laura cranked back harder. The crowd gasped in
disbelief; this was a submission hold they had never seen
before. Sophia Bush, serving as referee, looked on with wide
eyes at the brutality unfolding before her.
"Give up, Cameron!" Laura demanded, her voice dripping with
contempt. "You can't take this!"
Dove’s eyes fluttered in confusion and pain, her mind racing to
comprehend the sheer intensity of the hold and contemplating how
to escape. She had never been trapped in anything this
excruciating, and her vision began to blur as the pain coursed
through her legs, her shoulders, and lower back. The
pressure,especially on her spine was unbearable, yet she could
hear the crowd chanting her name, urging her to endure.
Sophia knelt beside Dove, her voice filled with concern, "Do you
want to submit?"
Dove gritted her teeth, her pride refusing to let her quit.
Through grunts of pain, she shouted, “No!”
Dove, her voice barely more than a whisper digs her fingers into
the mat, trying to find some way to escape. The seconds tick by
agonizingly slow as Laura has her trapped with no way out.
Laura pulls even harder, her own muscles straining. Dove's back
feels like it's going to snap, but she somehow holds on. Sophia
is in close and is contemplating to just call the fall but Dove
is still alert and despite Sophia's constant urging, she holds
on but time is not on Dove's side and with a little over a
minute left she is starting to fade.
Laura, more determined than ever warns Dove.
Laura: Tap out or I swear you'll regret it.
Dove contemplates tapping and going into Sudden Death but she is
in agony as her legs feel like they are about to snap and her
body is being bent backwards. She raises her arm and is about to
tap but then decides to hold on to the bell. Her arm fall on the
mat.
Dove: No, no, no! Let go! Let go!
The bell rings, signaling the end of the match. Laura refuses to
release the hold and in frustration pours on even more pressure.
Dove, in so much pain that she didn't hear the bell, starts
tapping frantically on the mat.
Dove: Stop! Make her Stop! I submit! I submit!
Sophia rushes in and starts to untangle Laura but the hold was
so intricate that it takes almost 30 seconds to free Dove. Laura
raises her hands and heads to her corner but is surprised to see
them in a somber mood. They quickly explain to her that the
match is over and that she did not make Dove tap out in time.
Laura sits on the rail as she stares over at her hated rival
knowing that she was a few seconds away from going into Sudden
Death.
The Barbies celebration is short lived as Dove may have been
severely injured as she lays on her back while the medics attend
to her. The mood lightens up a minute later as Dove has made it
to her feet and despite hunched over and limping she heads over
to Laura. Dove reaches out her hand reaching for Laura's bikini
top.
Dove: Hand it over Marano.
Laura: In your dreams. You tapped out and you know it. Let's
finish this like real woman and if you beat me then I will
gladly hand over my top.
Sofia Bush steps in between them and raises Dove's hand in
victory.
Sophia: The fight is over. Dove Cameron has won 4-3.
Laura argues with Sophia while Lauren and Mallory head straight
to the officials and chaos ensues.
Laura: She tapped out! I swear she did! Laura screams, her face
red with anger.
Dove, still writhing in pain looks over at Laura with a smirk.
Dove: Quit whining like a little baby. Better luck next time,
Marano. Looks like I'm the queen of the oil pit and once again,
you're a loser.
Security steps in to separate them as half of the crowd cheers
for Dove while the other half start to boo.
Dove Cameron stands in the oil pit, breathing heavily but
victorious. The crowd's cheers are deafening as she raises her
arms in triumph. Joe Rogan approaches Dove for an interview,
eager to capture her thoughts on the hard-fought win.
Joe: Dove, an incredible victory! How do you feel after such a
grueling match?
Dove wipes some oil from her forehead, smiling.
Dove: I feel amazing. Laura put up a good fight, but in the end,
I proved who the real queen of the oil pit is and it's not
Laura. I'll admit that she. . .
Before Dove can continue, Laura Marano storms back into the pit,
her face a mask of fury. She interrupts the interview, her voice
shaking with rage.
Laura: Hold on a second! I want a replay! Dove tapped out, and
everyone knows it!"
Dove, caught off guard, shoves Laura out of the pit.
Dove: Get out of here, loser. You lost fair and square.
Laura struggles against the security guards who quickly move to
restrain her. She points angrily at Dove, her voice growing
louder.
Laura: I demand a replay! Show everyone that you tapped! It
should be tied, and we need sudden death!
The tension in the room spikes as the crowd murmurs, divided
between supporting Dove and wanting to see the replay. Laura,
now nearly hysterical, continues her tirade.
Laura: You just a big chicken, Dove, because you know I'll win!
Come on, Cameron, you know you tapped! Clear as day. I'm not
letting you get away with cheating.
Dove: Bite me, Marano!
Dove, exasperated, steps closer to the edge of the pit, her
expression a mix of annoyance and pity.
Dove: You lost, Laura. Now go cry with your loser sister
wherever she is.
Laura's eyes widen with fury, and she lunges at Dove, but the
security guards tighten their grip, dragging her away. It takes
three of them to keep her under control as she thrashes and
screams.
Laura: "This isn't over, Cameron! You're going to regret this!"
The scene is chaotic, with Laura's team trying to calm her down
while Dove's team looks on, ready to defend their champion. The
crowd is buzzing with excitement, some chanting for a replay,
while others cheer Dove's name.
Joe: Dove, that was one of the most amazing fights I have ever
seen. You two are incredible and neither of you were willing to
concede.
Dove looked toward the camera with a smirk. "Thanks, I guess.
I've known Laura for a long time. We were once good friends, and
believe it or not, we used to get along. That fight on the set
of Liv and Maddie? Just a couple of teenagers caught up in the
moment. The competition at Disney was intense, and you did
whatever you had to do to get attention. Laura eventually got
her own show, and I supported her."
Dove glanced at Laura, struggling to compose herself just
outside the pit, before looking back with confidence. "But
tonight, I proved my point. I fought hard, and I won. Laura can
cry like a baby all she wants, but the result stands. I'm the
queen of the oil pit, and no one can take that away from me."
Joe jumped in. "What was that last move Laura locked on you?"
Dove shrugged, still smirking. "You got me. All I know is it
hurt—not enough to make me tap, but it was something. She’s
creative, I’ll give her that."
Laura broke free from her team, charging toward the pit, her
eyes blazing with fury. "It's called the Barbie Breaker, and I
invented it just for you!"
Joe: Laura claims that you tapped out but Sophia Bush is adamant
that you made it to the bell. Were you ever close to tapping
out?
Dove: Obviously I was in trouble but I held on in the end and
that is why I'm still Queen of the Oil Pit. And by the way, she
looks over at Laura who is still struggling to break free.
Joe: Congratulations on your win. Ladies and Gentlemen, your
winner, Dove Cameron!
As the cameras cut away, security finally manages to escort a
still-raging Laura out of the arena. Dove stands tall in the
pit, her victory secure despite the controversy.
Post-Fight Showdown:
The locker room is a hub of tension and activity as Dove
Cameron’s team congratulates her on a hard-fought victory. Dove,
still glistening with oil, is in a state of half-dress, her
bikini top barely hanging on her chest, prepares for a shower
and the celebration party to savor her win.
Joey King is still upset.
Joey: What a f$ckin little whiner. Laura lost and she has to
face the facts that Dove is simply better than her.
Joey turns to Dove.
Joey: What about her top. She still owes you her top.
Dove: Let is go, Joey. She lost and that is all that matters.
Joey: But she has to take the n&de walk of shame. She owes you
that for challenging you and running her mouth. It was her
fu$king idea anyway. Let's go to their locker room and get
what's yours.
Meanwhile, in another part of the arena, Laura Marano is fuming.
She and her teammates have just reviewed the replay, and Laura
is convinced that Dove’s arm touched the mat not once but twice,
signaling a tap out. Her frustration boils over as she breaks
free from her teammates, determined to confront Dove and demand
a rematch.
Laura barges into the Badass Barbie locker room, the door
slamming open with a loud bang. Dove, toweling off after her
shower is caught off guard. She turns to face her intruder, her
eyes widening in surprise.
Laura: Alright, Cameron, I saw the replay, and it's clear as day
you tapped out. Now I demand that you get your top back on, and
we settle this like real women. You and me in the oil pit, first
one with a pin or submission wins.
Dove, still holding her bikini top in her hand, rolls her eyes
and sighs.
Dove: You're crazy, Marano. I already beat your ass and have
nothing more to prove.
Laura steps closer, her fists clenched.
Laura: You either fight me in the pit or we do it right here,
right now. Trust me, Cameron, if we fight here, you won't be
walking away.
Dove's team, sensing the escalating tension, moves to intervene,
but Dove holds up a hand to stop them. She narrows her eyes at
Laura, her jaw set in determination.
Dove: Go f%ck yourself, Marano. Now let me get dressed and
celebrate my win.
Laura smirks, a dangerous glint in her eye.
Laura: Fine, you little chicken sh!t. I'm posting the replay of
you tapping out, and everyone will know what a cheat you really
are.
As Laura turns to storm away, Dove's temper flares. She quickly
slips on a tshirt and calls out.
Dove: You want me? You got me. Get your ass back in the pit, and
I'll prove once again that I'm the better woman.
Laura, taken back by Dove's new offer, smiles and turns to Dove.
Laura: No more bullshit. Just you and me and if you beat me I'll
gladly hand over my top.
Dove: You got a deal but the loser also has to go to social
media and admit she was beaten by a better woman. 30 seconds of
whatever the winner decides.
Laura: That's stupid. Nobody would believe that. They would
think it was AI.
Dove: Take it or leave it.
Laura: Bring it.
Sudden Death:
The remaining crowd start to freak out as they see the two teams
make their way back to the pit. Dove's team, the Badass Barbies,
including Paris Berelc and Madison Beer, follow close behind,
ready to support their champion. Laura's Awesome Aries
teammates, Lauren Donzis and Mallory James Mahoney, are equally
supportive, eager to see their leader reclaim her honor.
Both Joe Rogan and Sophia Bush, who are in a very close and
friendly conversation, take a step back as they see the teams
make their way into the pit. The camera and sound crews start to
hook back up their equipment and the light go back up. The word
of another match is out and fans start piling back into the
Whiskey a Go Go.
The energy in the arena is electric as both women step into the
pit, the slick oil glistening under the bright lights. Sophia
Bush takes command, swiftly reviewing the rules, though it’s
clear neither Dove nor Laura is listening. Their gazes lock,
brimming with animosity, every ounce of their being vibrating
with hatred.
When the signal for sudden death is given, Dove charges forward,
aggression fueling her every movement. Without hesitation, she
grabs a fistful of Laura's hair and yanks with vicious intent.
Laura cries out in pain but quickly retaliates, her hand
snapping across Dove’s face with a sharp slap. The sound echoes
across the arena, pulling gasps from the enthralled crowd.
Neither woman gives an inch as they dive into a brutal exchange,
hair pulling and slapping with raw force. They're beyond any
calculated strategies, driven solely by the desire to humiliate
and overpower their rival once and for all.
Undeterred, Dove hooks Laura's leg and pulls, sending her
crashing to the oily mat. She quickly straddles Laura's chest,
pinning her arms above her head. Dove lowers her chest, her firm
breasts pressing against Laura's face as she looks to end this
with another one of her famous breast smothers.
Laura is ready this time and twists her head to the side,
desperately sucking in air, but Dove keeps adjusting, her C-cups
sealing off Laura's oxygen. Laura's eyes widen in panic as she
struggles to breathe, and after a few agonizing moments she
rolls until she is on her side then tucks her legs in close then
kicks Dove off to the side;
Laura, humiliated and enraged, scrambles to her feet.
Laura: Nice try but that's not going to work anymore.
Laura charges at Dove, tackling her to the ground. Laura's fists
fly, landing hard slaps on Dove's face and chest. Dove tries to
block the blows, but Laura's fury gives her a burst of strength.
In a show of brute force, Laura lifts Dove off her feet and
slams her onto her back. She mounts Dove and pins her shoulders
to the mat. Laura smiles as her knees compress in tight and her
hands press down on Dove's shoulders.
Laura: Gotcha!
Sophia slides in and Laura gets a solid 2 count but Dove lifts
her shoulder breaking the count.
Laura grabs Dove's head and start twisting it from side to side
leaning in and pressing down on her cheeks. Laura goes for
another pin but Dove bucks her off sending her sliding over hr
head.
Dove, clearly hurting, rubs her neck as she gets to her feet.
Laura wastes no time and is all over her, trying to pin her
again. Dove, however, slips out of Laura's grasp, using her
quickness to evade her opponent. Laura, growing frustrated,
starts taking reckless chances.
Dove seizes the opportunity, getting behind Laura and locking
her in a body scissors. At first, Laura seems unaffected, but as
Dove's powerful thighs clamp down, Laura's eyes go wide. The
pressure on her ribs is excruciating, and her breathing becomes
irregular. Dove rolls onto her side, raising her hips to
increase the squeeze.
Dove: Come on Marano, tap out. Don't make me break your ribs.
Laura: Never you plastic piece of trash!
In a raw feat of strength and determination, Laura pries her
hands between Dove's legs and with a burst of energy pulls
Dove's trembling legs apart. Laura rolls away and gets to her
feet closely followed bu Dove.
Dove feints to the left, then darts to the right, catching Laura
off guard. She sweeps Laura's leg, sending her crashing to the
mat. Dove quickly mounts her, pinning her arms above her head.
The clock continues and we are already past the 3 minute mark
but both women continue their torrid pace. Laura, desperate to
end the fight, grabs Dove's arm and twists it behind her back in
a painful hammerlock. She uses her free arm to wrap around
Dove's neck, pulling her into a chokehold.
Dove's face turns red as she struggles to breathe. Laura
tightens the hold, and Dove's eyes flutter. But Dove digs deep,
summoning all her remaining strength. She twists her body,
breaking Laura's grip, and rolls on top of her.
Summoning every ounce of strength, Laura powers to her feet,
dragging Dove up with her in a tight, sweaty embrace. The crowd
roars as Laura, back to back with Dove, locks their arms
together, forcing Dove’s shoulders to arch as she leans forward.
With one fluid motion, Laura hoists Dove off the mat, their
bodies locked in an intense struggle for dominance.
As Laura drops to her knees, she drives Dove hard into the mat.
Dove’s shoulders slam down, her legs suspended awkwardly in the
air, face obscured by her own chest, completely trapped in a
backslide pin.
Sophia Bush quickly moves in, her voice loud and clear over the
roaring crowd. "ONE... TWO...THRE......"
The moment of victory seems certain for Laura, but at the last
possible second, Dove twists her body in desperation, barely
creating enough space between her left shoulder and the mat.
Sophia is forced to break the count.
The crowd gasps, and Laura, furious, tries to adjust her grip,
repositioning Dove for another pin. This time, though, Dove digs
deep, summoning her own reserves of strength. As the count
reaches two, she manages to power her way out, rolling away from
Laura just in time, leaving the match still hanging in the
balance.
Laura, seeing an opening, swiftly maneuvers herself into
position to apply the figure-four leg lock on Dove . With Dove
still on the mat, Laura quickly steps over one of Dove’s legs
and tucks it under her own, securing it tightly. She then grabs
Dove’s other leg, twisting it sharply as she loops it over her
own knee, completing the lock.
With the hold now in place, Laura falls back onto the mat,
intensifying the pressure on Dove’s legs. She plants her hands
firmly on the mat, arching her back to maximize the tension on
Dove’s knee and ankle. Dove’s face contorts in agony as Laura
grits her teeth, determined to make her rival suffer.
“Feel that?” Laura taunts, twisting Dove’s ankle even further,
causing Dove to cry out in pain. The hyper-extension of her knee
and the torque on her ankle make it feel like her leg is about
to snap. Despite the excruciating pain, Dove refuses to submit,
her fists clenching as she desperately tries to find a way out
of the hold.
Laura, relentless, leans back even more, applying even more
pressure to Dove’s trapped leg. “Just tap, Cameron,” Laura
hisses, but Dove grits her teeth, refusing to give Laura the
satisfaction. The crowd watches in awe as Dove’s resolve keeps
her from tapping out, despite the sheer agony written all over
her face.
Finally, with no other options, Dove musters enough strength to
bring her free leg up and delivers a solid kick to Laura’s
chest. The impact knocks the wind out of Laura, and she’s forced
to release the hold. She rolls away, gasping for air as Dove
clutches her injured leg, the damage done clearly evident. Dove
gingerly pushes herself up, her leg throbbing in pain, but she’s
still in the fight, albeit injured.
Laura, fueled by hatred and a burning desire to defeat Dove,
takes control of the fight with a cruel determination. She
snarls as she slams Dove to the mat, immediately locking her
into a front face lock. The contempt between them radiates as
Laura pulls Dove’s left arm over her head, sneering down at her
rival with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
“You’re done, Cameron,” Laura hisses, twisting Dove’s arm with
brutal force before hooking her far leg. With a cruel smile, she
pins Dove’s leg over her head, locking her in a tight, painful
small package pin. Laura’s body weight presses down hard,
leaving Dove gasping for breath, her face filled with
desperation.
“Gotcha!” Laura shouts triumphantly, the words dripping with
malice.
As the referee slides into position, Dove writhes beneath
Laura’s dominance, but Laura leans in harder, her knee
ruthlessly driving into Dove’s cheek. The ref begins the count.
“ONE!... TWO!...”
Dove, with her last bit of strength, rolls her shoulder off the
mat, momentarily breaking the count. But Laura's rage only
intensifies. She presses down even harder, her fingers digging
into Dove’s flesh as she shoves her knee harder into Dove's
face, desperate to force her down again.
“ONE!... TWO!... THR—”
With a desperate surge of energy, Dove manages to twist her body
and roll Laura onto her back, catching her rival off guard. The
crowd erupts as the ref starts the count on Laura, who now finds
herself trapped in Dove's counter.
“ONE!... TWO!...THRE....”
Laura, shocked by the reversal, kicks out at the last possible
second, her face flushed with fury.
“So, you still have some fight in you,” Laura spits venomously,
glaring at Dove with undisguised hatred. “Well, that’s going to
end right here and now.”
Laura, driven by hatred and a thirst for dominance, smirks as
she grabs Dove by the legs, locking her into the infamous
submission hold she named the "Barbie Killer." The crowd watches
in stunned silence, knowing exactly what’s coming next, and the
cruel anticipation radiates from Laura as she prepares to
unleash pain on her hated rival.
"Gotcha, Dovey," Laura taunts, her voice dripping with malice as
she begins twisting Dove’s legs into a complex, torturous knot.
The pretzel-like hold secures Dove’s legs under Laura’s arms
with ease. But Laura doesn’t stop there—she leans back,
stretching Dove’s spine into an excruciating, unnatural angle
that leaves the blonde writhing in pure agony.
"You’re not going anywhere this time," Laura sneers, leaning in
further, cranking up the pressure with an almost sadistic glee.
Every pull sends jolts of pain shooting through Dove's spine and
legs. The blonde’s face contorts in unbearable pain as Laura
watches, enjoying every second of her suffering.
"Tap out, Cameron!" Laura shouts, her eyes gleaming with hatred.
She leans back even more, twisting Dove's legs in ways they were
never meant to move. "This time, the bell isn't going to save
you!"
Dove clenches her jaw, her entire body trembling from the
searing pain. Her legs feel like they’re being torn apart, her
spine screaming for relief as Laura continues to crank back,
twisting and bending her beyond her limit. Dove gasps for air,
sweat pouring down her face as she fights to endure the
unimaginable agony.
But no matter how hard Laura pulls, no matter how deep the pain
digs, Dove refuses to give Laura the satisfaction of a tap-out.
Her defiance only infuriates Laura more, who taunts her
mercilessly.
"Look at you!" Laura hisses. "Just give up, Dove. You’re not as
tough as you thinkand definately not as tough as me!"
The crowd watches in awe as Dove grits her teeth, refusing to
submit. Sophia Bush, the referee, looks on with concern,
glancing at Dove, ready to intervene if the blonde can’t take it
any longer.
Laura, growing more frustrated by the second, twists Dove’s
ankle cruelly, trying to force the submission. Dove’s vision
blurs, her legs screaming in agony, yet still, she holds on, her
will unbreakable.
With pain coursing through her body and the threat of defeat
looming, Dove is on the brink of tapping out. Laura smirks,
confident that the “Barbie Killer” has sealed her victory, her
hands twisting and pulling with malicious intent. The crowd
watches with bated breath, expecting Dove to finally submit.
But deep within, Dove finds a final surge of determination. As
Laura continues to wrench her legs into impossible angles, Dove
shifts her body weight ever so slightly, taking advantage of a
momentary lapse in Laura’s focus. Using her superior
flexibility, Dove contorts her upper body just enough to snake
her free leg over Laura’s neck, catching her by surprise.
The crowd gasps as Dove’s leg locks around Laura’s head. It’s an
unexpected counter, a move born out of desperation and sheer
creativity. Dove twists her body with a sharp motion, her leg
tightening around Laura’s throat and forcing her to release the
"Barbie Killer."
Dove immediately capitalizes on the escape, rolling Laura onto
her back. As the crowd roars in approval, Dove instinctively
locks in a brand-new hold—one she creates on the spot. She
crosses Laura’s arms across her chest, trapping her own arms in
a brutal crucifix hold while wrapping her legs around Laura’s
neck and pulling her head backward. It’s an improvised
submission that no one in the arena has seen before—something
Dove later dubs the "Crown of Thorns."
Laura’s eyes widen in shock as her spine is bent unnaturally,
her neck and shoulders searing with pain. The crowd is in awe as
Dove cranks the hold, tightening the pressure on Laura’s already
straining muscles. Laura grits her teeth, her body trembling as
she tries to endure the agony of Dove’s new creation.
"Not so fun now, is it?" Dove sneers through gritted teeth,
pouring every ounce of her strength into the hold.
Laura groans in agony, her body contorted as she struggles to
breathe. The pain is excruciating, but she refuses to tap, her
pride and hatred for Dove driving her to hold on, despite the
overwhelming pressure crushing down on her spine and neck.
The arena watches in stunned silence, captivated by the
intensity of the hold and the sheer willpower of both women.
With one last final burst of energy, Dove Cameron locks Laura
Marano in another move no one has ever seen before. Dove
maneuvers herself behind Laura, wrapping her legs around Laura's
waist in a vice-like body scissors. She then reaches forward,
grabs Laura's wrists, and crosses them on Laura's neck, pulling
back to choke her out.
Dove’s thighs clamp down on Laura's ribs while her arms are
wrenched back, creating excruciating pressure on Laura's
shoulders, ribs, neck, and chest. Laura is tied up, her legs
free but useless as she kicks out helplessly.
Laura's eyes widen in shock and agony. She struggles, but Dove's
grip is unbreakable. The crowd watches in awe as Dove applies
more pressure, her powerful legs squeezing tighter, cutting off
Laura's breath and crushing her ribs while pulling Laura's arms
tighter around her neck.
Dove leans in close, her voice a low, seductive whisper, "
Dove: Do you give or do I finally break you, Marano?
Laura whimpered in pain, her body trembling, drenched in sweat
and oil. The anguish was unbearable, tears forming in her eyes
as she realized there was no escape. But just like her sister
Vanessa, Laura refused to give Dove the satisfaction of breaking
her. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body writhing against
Dove’s fierce, relentless grip. The audience was captivated,
every moment charged with intensity and a bitter personal
rivalry that had driven both women to the edge.
Dove clenched her legs tighter, feeling Laura’s resistance
fading, her arms coiling around Laura's waist. Finally, Dove
managed to lock in a suffocating body triangle, her calf digging
painfully into Laura's battered abs.
But Dove wasn’t untouched by the toll of this brutal fight. Her
legs trembled with exhaustion, her grip on Laura's arms
loosening as her strength began to falter. Laura, sensing Dove's
grip weaken, summoned every last reserve of energy. With a
sudden surge, she leaned forward and drove the back of her head
straight into Dove’s face.
The crack echoed in the arena as Dove cried out in shock, blood
pouring from her nose. She released Laura, her hands shooting up
to cover her face as she tried to stifle the bleeding. Laura
rolled away, gasping for air, her body wrecked with pain. They
lay still for what seemed like an eternity, both women too
exhausted and beaten to move.
After almost a minute, they slowly mustered the strength to get
back to their feet. Dove was the first to rise, her legs shaking
beneath her, while Laura, upon seeing her rival standing, forced
herself to her feet as well. Neither had anything left to give,
their bodies running on fumes. The taunts had fallen silent;
they both knew the fight wouldn't last much longer. One final
move could decide everything—victory or a devastating,
heartbreaking defeat that neither would ever forget.
They stand just a foot apart, their chests heaving, sweat
pouring down their bodies, both on shaky legs that barely hold
them upright. Time seems to slow as they glare at each other,
hatred burning in their eyes. Then, as if on cue, they
recklessly hurl themselves forward, bodies crashing together
with a loud, sharp slap.
Hands immediately shoot to hair, yanking viciously as they
tumble to the mat, rolling over and over, each desperate to land
on top. This isn’t about pins, submissions, or technique
anymore. It’s primal, brutal—a battle for pride and dominance,
with no room for mercy. Their sleek, muscular bodies glisten
under the lights as they twist and thrash, each woman trying to
outlast the other.
The stakes couldn’t be higher as they tear at each other with
ferocity, neither willing to give an inch. They’ve given
everything—every ounce of strength in their weary, sweat-soaked
bodies—yet it’s not enough. It’s now a contest of sheer
willpower, driven by hatred and the burning desire to break the
other.
Grunts and gasps fill the air as they continue their relentless
struggle, both determined to be the one left standing when the
dust settles. Every tug of hair, every twist of limbs only
pushes them deeper into their war, each trying to claim victory
over their nemesis in the most personal, soul-crushing way
possible.
death struggle. Every movement sends fresh waves of pain through
their bodies, yet neither woman gives in. Laura’s face is
contorted in a grimace as she squeezes harder, determined to
make Dove submit. She can feel Dove’s breath hitch, the slight
tremble in her rival’s body as the hold starts to take its toll.
But Dove won’t let go. She digs deep, summoning strength from a
place she didn’t even know existed, and her own legs clamp down
tighter around Laura’s waist. Sweat drips down her brow as she
grits her teeth, her own muscles screaming in protest. Both
women are at their breaking point, their bodies pushed to the
absolute limit.
Tears well in Laura’s eyes as the pain becomes unbearable, her
ribs on fire from Dove’s relentless pressure. She’s so close—so
close to making Dove submit—but she can feel her own strength
fading. Her legs are trembling, her thigh muscles burning with
exhaustion. She knows she has to end it soon or she’ll be the
one to break.
Dove, too, is on the edge. Every breath is a struggle, every
second in the hold feels like an eternity. But she won’t give
Laura the satisfaction of hearing her tap. Not after everything
they’ve been through. Not after coming this far.
And then, almost in unison, they both feel it—the other’s grip
starting to loosen. It’s subtle at first, just a slight
slackening of the legs, but it’s enough to give them hope. Laura
squeezes one last time, pouring everything she has into the
hold, desperate to make Dove break. But Dove matches her, her
legs constricting with equal force.
For a moment, it seems as though they’re locked in a stalemate,
neither able to outlast the other. But then, slowly, Laura’s
grip begins to weaken. Her thighs, once so powerful, are
trembling uncontrollably, her body finally reaching its limit.
She tries to hold on, tries to squeeze just a little bit longer,
but her muscles won’t cooperate. The pain in her body is too
much and her legs begin to falter.
Dove feels the shift as Laura's once powerful thighs loosen ever
so slightly, the first sign that her grip is weakening. Sensing
her opportunity, Dove summons one final surge of strength. She
squeezes harder, her toned legs digging into Laura’s sides with
a merciless, vice-like grip. Laura gasps, her breath hitching as
her legs—once pillars of strength—finally give out. She can no
longer maintain the pressure, her thighs trembling
uncontrollably, her body betraying her will to continue.
The last of Laura's strength slips away as she feels Dove’s
relentless hold tighten around her waist. Every constriction is
a sharp reminder of her predicament, and the pain radiating from
her midsection becomes unbearable. Laura knows the fight is
slipping from her grasp, her body collapsing against the oily
mat, aligned helplessly with Dove's. Though her spirit still
burns, she can feel the defeat settling in.
One final constriction from Dove’s legs, tighter and more
punishing than ever, pushes Laura to her breaking point. She’s
fought through agony, exhaustion, and near victory, but
this—this final squeeze—is simply too much. With a strangled
sob, Laura does the unthinkable: she taps out to her hated
rival, her fingers weakly slapping the mat in submission.
The feeling that floods Laura is a devastating blend of defeat,
exhaustion, and disbelief. She had poured every ounce of her
heart into this battle, coming within inches of victory over and
over again, only for her body to betray her at the most critical
moment. But this wasn’t just a physical loss—Dove had crushed
her spirit as well. With relentless determination, Dove had
continued to tighten her grip, not stopping until Laura,
completely broken both in body and mind, had no choice but to
plead for mercy from the rival who had completely overpowered
her.
Dove: Have you had enough?
Laura: Yes... yes, I give up!"
Dove isn't satisfied. She tightens her hold even more, making
sure everyone can hear Laura's submission.
Dove: Louder! Say it louder!
Laura: I give up! I give up! Not let me go!
Laura screams, tears streaming down her face. The sound of her
surrender echoes through the arena, and the crowd roars in
approval.
Finally, Dove relents, her body aching and trembling with the
exertion. Sophia Bush rushes in to pry Dove’s legs apart,
separating the two spent fighters who collapse limply on the
mat, utterly drained.
Though Dove has won, the victory feels almost hollow in the
moment. Every inch of her body throbs with pain, her limbs
shaking as she tries to catch her breath. She’s won the fight,
proven herself the better woman, but she’s also pushed her body
to the very brink. Her muscles scream in protest, and she’s on
the verge of tears, overwhelmed by both the physical toll and
the emotional strain.
"I told you," Dove sneers, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
"I am the better woman."
She lingers there, savoring the moment, knowing she has not just
defeated Laura, but humiliated her, leaving a stinging mark that
Laura won't soon forget.
Laura lies beneath her, trembling and defeated. The fight has
been beaten out of her, and her will to resist is gone. She
knows she has been humiliated in front of everyone, and the
realization is devastating.
As Dove stands tall, the adrenaline of victory pumping through
her veins, she takes a moment to relish the scene in front of
her. Laura's teammates rush to her side, desperate to comfort
their defeated comrade. But no amount of consolation can erase
the sting of this loss. Laura has been utterly humiliated, both
physically and mentally, by the woman she despises the most—Dove
Cameron.
Dove steps back, watching with satisfaction as Laura, her once
proud rival, struggles to rise. The fire in Dove's eyes only
grows brighter as she revels in her triumph.
"Are you forgetting something?" Dove's voice cuts through the
air like a blade. "The top. I want your top."
A brief flash of defiance crosses Laura's face, but it quickly
fades. Without hesitation, she reaches behind her, unties her
bikini top, and crumples it into a ball before hurling it at
Dove. The crowd watches in stunned silence as Dove deftly
catches it, unfurls it, and begins to twirl it around her
finger, a smug grin tugging at the corners of her lips.
Laura stands there, her chest exposed for all to see, her breath
ragged as her milky white breasts rise and fall with each
labored inhale. Her body is bruised and battered from the fight,
her once firm, proud breasts now showing signs of the grueling
match, slightly flushed and reddened from the intense grappling.
Despite the toll the fight has taken on her, there is no denying
their firmness, though they tremble ever so slightly with each
deep breath she takes, a visible reminder of the pain she
endured.
"You won this time," Laura breathes, her voice low but sharp
with anger. "But don't think for a second this is over."
Dove, with her triumphant smirk still plastered across her face,
gives Laura one last disdainful glance before turning her back
on her. She walks away slowly, savoring each step as she twirls
Laura's bikini top like a victory banner. The crowd buzzes with
excitement, thrilled by the outcome of such an intense battle,
while Laura is left on the mat, broken, both physically and
emotionally.
As Dove exits the pit, her head held high, she knows that
tonight, she has proven her superiority beyond question. The
match hadn't just ended in her favor—she had dominated in sudden
death, breaking Laura’s spirit along with her body. For now,
Dove Cameron is the undisputed victor, and Laura Marano's tears
and shattered pride are the ultimate proof of her dominance.
But somewhere, deep inside, Dove knows that this rivalry is far
from over.
Written by the Badass Barbies.
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