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10 Rounds - Laura Marano vs Dove Cameron in the Ring
By: BadAssBunnies Date: October 29, 2024, 11:16 am
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Th Sparring Session
Laura had issued the challenge: a sparring session between her
and her fierce rival, Dove Cameron, to get a sense of how they
measured up before their high-stakes 10-round bout in the ring.
Both knew this was more than just warm-up; it was a chance to
size each other up, to test strengths, exploit weaknesses, and
set the tone for the real fight ahead. The tension between them
crackled in the air as they gloved up, each determined to claim
the psychological edge before their showdown.
The air in the gym was thick with tension, the kind that only
years of bitter rivalry could create. Dove Cameron and Laura
Marano had fought countless times, each victory dripping with
hatred, each loss only adding fuel to their seething animosity.
Dove had humiliated Laura in a brutal oil wrestling match,
leaving her sobbing and stripped in the pit, but Laura had
exacted revenge with a savage apartment wrestling bout, making
Dove pay dearly. Now, the score between them remained unsettled,
and a boxing match was the perfect way to decide who would reign
supreme.
Dove arrived first, her expression cold and determined as she
adjusted the tight red sports bra that clung to her body. Her
yoga shorts left little to the imagination, revealing her
powerful, toned legs as she made her way toward the ring. Behind
her, Sydney Sweeney and Olivia Rodrigo stood silently, watching
with knowing eyes. Olivia, still bruised from the vicious breast
beating she had taken from Laura, clenched her fists in
frustration, eager to see Dove settle the score.
Across the gym, the door swung open, and Laura emerged with a
swagger that reeked of arrogance. She wore her usual smirk, her
long hair tied back as she stepped into the light. Flanking her
were Debby Ryan, a fierce boxer in her own right, and Lili
Reinhart, who looked more than ready to cheer on her teammate.
Laura's cold, calculating eyes zeroed in on Dove, her expression
twisting with malice as she took in her rival’s appearance.
“Glad you showed up,” Laura sneered, slipping her hands into her
gloves. "I really thought you were going to chicken out."
Dove’s nostrils flared as she met Laura’s icy glare, her lips
curling into a sneer of her own. “Just get your ass in the ring
so we can get this over with,” she growled, her voice dripping
with venom.
Laura’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying the rise she got out of
Dove. Without a word, she turned to her corner, slipping on her
gloves with a deliberate slowness, almost mocking. She pulled
out a headgear from her bag and strapped it on, a smug look on
her face as she turned back toward the ring. Dove’s eyes
narrowed as she watched Laura fasten the protective gear.
“What the f^ck is that?” Dove demanded, stepping toward the
ropes, her fists clenching at her sides. "Headgear? You never
said anything about headgear."
Laura raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with condescension.
“Duh. You wear headgear in a sparring sesh, Cameron. Maybe if
you fought smart, you’d know that.”
Dove’s jaw clenched, her knuckles white as she fought to keep
her anger in check. “Take it off, you b1tch. Let’s see what
you’ve really got. Or are you scared I’ll rearrange that smug
face of yours?”
A ripple of tension passed through the gym, the challenge
hanging in the air like a loaded gun. Debby and Lili exchanged
glances, clearly enjoying the escalating tension, while Sydney
and Olivia remained stone-faced, their loyalty to Dove evident
in their silence.
Laura’s eyes flashed with anger as she yanked the headgear off
and tossed it to the ground without a second thought. “Alright,
Cameron. You want it rough? You got it.” She stepped into the
ring, her eyes never leaving Dove’s. “But don’t cry when I leave
you like a starfish on the mat.”
Dove didn’t flinch, her gaze locked on Laura’s as she stepped
forward, slipping through the ropes with purpose. There was no
referee, no formalities. Just two women with a burning hatred
between them, ready to tear each other apart. Dove adjusted her
gloves, her muscles taut with anticipation, her breathing steady
as she squared up with Laura in the center of the ring.
“You’re not going to get out of this one so easily,” Dove
hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “All those wins don’t mean
sh1t today. It's just you and me and you’re going down.”
Laura’s smirk returned, her gloved fists rising in front of her
face. “We’ll see, ****. After I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky
to even make it to the ten-round match.”
Without another word, they began circling each other, their
bodies tense, ready to explode into action. The gym was silent
except for the sound of their feet scuffing against the mat,
their eyes locked, filled with venom.
Dove struck first, throwing a quick jab aimed at Laura’s face.
Laura dodged easily, her reflexes sharp, and retaliated with a
lightning-fast jab of her own, landing a glancing blow to Dove’s
ribs. The hit stung, but Dove barely flinched, her mind focused
entirely on the fight.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Laura taunted, her voice mocking. “No
wonder I beat you last time.”
Dove’s eyes flashed with rage, and she launched herself forward,
throwing a flurry of punches aimed at Laura’s body. Laura
deflected most of them, but Dove managed to land a solid hook to
Laura’s side, causing her to grunt in pain.
"You remember that oil match, right?" Dove spat, her voice
filled with spite. "When I had you begging like a pathetic
little—"
“Shut up!” Laura snarled, her eyes blazing as she swung a
vicious hook at Dove’s jaw. Dove ducked just in time, but the
near miss only fueled her anger. The punches came faster now,
both women throwing everything they had into each swing, their
hatred pouring out with every strike.
Dove gritted her teeth, her fury boiling over as she lashed out,
planting her feet and driving a vicious hook deep into Laura's
ribs. The impact made Laura's body shudder, her eyes wide with
shock as the wind was knocked out of her. But Dove wasn't done.
She stepped in, her muscles coiling like a predator ready to
strike, and with a powerful uppercut, she nailed Laura square in
the jaw.
Laura’s head snapped back as she stumbled, her feet leaving the
ground for a split second before she crashed down hard onto the
canvas. The thud echoed through the gym as her body sprawled
across the mat, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling in
jagged breaths. Dove stood over her, fists still raised, glaring
down at Laura with a cold, triumphant sneer.
"Get up, b!tch," Dove hissed, her voice low and dripping with
venom. "You wanted this, right? You asked for it."
Laura groaned, shaking her head as she blinked up at the lights,
trying to clear the dizziness that was overtaking her. Dove took
a step closer, towering over her fallen rival with a look of
pure disdain on her face. She nudged Laura's body lightly with
the tip of her shoe, as if she were prodding a weak opponent too
pathetic to finish off.
"Accomplished boxer, my ass," Dove taunted, her voice sharp and
mocking. "Get on your feet before I embarrass you even more.
With a smug grin, Dove turned and walked to the corner, her back
to Laura as she leaned against the ropes, breathing steadily,
her confidence soaring. Laura, still on her back, pressed her
glove to her temple, her eyes spinning as she tried to push
herself up. The pain in her ribs throbbed, her vision blurry as
she fought to regain her composure.
The sound of Debby Ryan and Lili Reinhart shouting words of
encouragement from Laura’s corner filled the room, but the haze
in her head made their voices seem distant. Still, Laura gritted
her teeth, refusing to stay down. Slowly, shakily, she got to
her knees, glaring at Dove from across the ring.
Dove smirked from her corner, watching with disdain as Laura
dragged herself back to her feet. “That’s it. Get up so I can
knock you back down,” Dove muttered under her breath, already
plotting her next strike.
Laura squared up again, her breathing heavy, her body aching
from the pounding she’d taken, but she raised her gloves,
determined to show she wasn’t done yet. They circled each other,
their eyes locked, hatred radiating from both as they prepared
for another exchange.
Laura threw a quick jab, then another, her glove grazing Dove’s
cheek. But Dove shrugged it off, her defense sharp, her footwork
precise. In an instant, Dove retaliated with a brutal left-right
combination that rocked Laura. The first punch smacked against
Laura's face, snapping her head to the side, while the second
one drilled into her jaw, leaving her momentarily stunned.
And then Dove saw her opening—a straight left aimed with
pinpoint accuracy at Laura’s temple. It connected with a
sickening thud, and Laura’s legs gave out beneath her. Her body
collapsed to the mat in a heap, her back hitting the canvas with
a dull thud. She lay flat on her back, her arms splayed out, her
chest heaving, and her eyes glazed over, spinning in her head as
she struggled to remain conscious.
Dove stalked toward her fallen rival once again, her lips curled
into a sneer as she looked down at Laura's broken form. The
sight of Laura lying there, helpless and dazed, sent a surge of
satisfaction through her.
“Pathetic,” Dove spat, her voice filled with disgust. “You’re
**** pathetic, Laura. I’m going to enjoy beating your ass so
badly that you’ll never step foot in a ring again.”
Laura’s chest heaved as she tried to move, her body barely
responding. Meanwhile, Debby and Lili rushed to the ropes,
slipping through to get to Laura. They grabbed her arms, pulling
her up into a sitting position as they wiped her face down with
a towel, whispering words of encouragement while Dove smirked
from the corner, waiting for her prey to rise.
Dove crossed her arms, leaning back against the corner ropes
with a look of pure arrogance. She knew she had Laura exactly
where she wanted her.
Debby and Lili helped Laura to her feet, steadying her as they
wiped the sweat and blood from her face. After a moment, they
glanced at each other before exiting the ring, leaving Laura to
face Dove alone once more. Their teammates watched in hushed
anticipation, waiting for the inevitable.
This wasn’t over. Not yet.
Laura struggled to pull herself up, her legs shaky beneath her
as she leaned heavily against the ropes. Her left arm caught on
the top rope, barely keeping her from crashing through and
falling out of the ring altogether. Her breathing was shallow,
her chest heaving as her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to focus.
Her body slumped, her round butt catching the middle rope as her
left arm clung desperately to the top, like it was the only
thing keeping her upright.
Dove watched the pathetic scene unfold with a smug grin, shaking
her head. She could see the fear and exhaustion on Laura's face,
the desperation in her movements. Without a word, Dove started
to remove her gloves, as if this fight wasn’t even worth
continuing. Laura, barely able to stand, noticed the movement
and her eyes widened in anger.
“Put those back on,” Laura demanded, her voice weak but laced
with frustration. She took a deep breath, trying to gather
herself, her legs trembling. "You're not going anywhere."
Dove paused, then a slow smile spread across her lips as she bit
down on her loosened glove and yanked it back on, letting it
snap into place. Olivia stepped in to tighten the Velcro on
Dove’s glove, grinning at her friend. Dove turned her attention
back to Laura, her confidence soaring as she saw her rival
barely holding herself together.
"You want more, huh?" Dove said, her voice dripping with
condescension. She reached down to the apron, picking up Laura’s
discarded headgear and casually tossing it in her direction. It
landed with a soft thud at Laura’s feet.
"Here," Dove sneered. "You might need this."
Laura, her pride wounded more than her body, kicked the headgear
out of the ring with a sharp movement, her face flushed with
embarrassment and anger. The gym was silent except for the heavy
breathing of the two fighters, and the tension between them was
rising with each passing moment. Laura’s body was screaming for
rest, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to quit. Not in front of
Dove, not like this.
Dove chuckled darkly, raising her gloves, bouncing lightly on
her toes as if she was just getting warmed up. She knew Laura
was done—this was just about how she would finish her off.
“Ready to suck some more canvas?” Dove taunted, her voice light
but cruel.
“Just shut up and fight,” Laura hissed, gritting her teeth as
she forced herself to raise her gloves. Her arms felt like lead,
and every inch of her body ached, but she wasn't going to give
Dove the satisfaction of seeing her quit. Not again.
Laura's chest still heaved from the beating she'd taken, but
Debby Ryan knelt beside her, whispering intensely in her ear,
her hand gripping Laura’s shoulder in a show of support. Laura's
head was still spinning from Dove’s ruthless blows, especially
the brutal shot to her temple that had sent her crashing down.
She blinked hard, trying to shake off the dizziness as she
nodded slowly in agreement with whatever Debby was saying.
Dove, standing in her corner, was growing impatient. She leaned
against the ropes, bouncing lightly on her toes, watching the
quiet exchange between Laura and Debby. Her lips twisted into a
sneer.
"Are we going to finish this or are you going to sit there and
whisper sweet nothings to that little twat?" Dove taunted, her
voice loud and dripping with venom.
Debby’s head snapped up, her eyes flashing with fury. She stood
to her full height, posturing aggressively toward Dove. "What
did you just call me?" Debby growled, stepping toward Dove as
her fists clenched. "You want to go a few rounds with me? I’ll
pound all the Botox out of those fake lips of yours, then throw
your sorry ass over the top rope."
Dove didn’t flinch but let out a low chuckle, raising her
eyebrow in amusement. Before she could respond, though, Sydney
Sweeney stepped in front of her, her own fists at her sides,
eyes locked on Debby.
"You want some too, Sweeney?" Debby spat, her attention now
shifting to Sydney. "I think we all remember what happened the
last time we met. I hope those baggy **** of yours have healed."
Sydney’s face flushed with rage as she took a threatening step
forward, fists curling. But before anything could escalate
further, Dove reached out, pulling Sydney back by the arm.
"This is between Laura and me," Dove said coldly, her eyes never
leaving Laura. She was laser-focused now, her anger simmering
just beneath the surface.
Laura, finally managing to gather herself, straightened up and
took a deep breath. She could feel the weight of Debby’s support
behind her, but this was her fight. She glared daggers at Dove,
her teeth gritted as she raised her gloves once more.
"You rested up?" Dove taunted, her voice soft but mocking,
clearly expecting Laura to crumble again under the pressure.
Laura’s eyes burned with hatred as she squared off once more,
her body still aching, but her pride pushing her forward. She
couldn't let Dove have the last word—not again.
"Let’s do this," Laura snarled, her voice low and full of venom,
her gloves trembling slightly as she prepared to fight again.
The tension in the air was thick, as if the gym itself held its
breath, waiting for the inevitable clash.
Dove's grin widened. "That's more like it," she said, stepping
forward, her gloves raised, ready to end this once and for all.
They squared off once more, but it was clear to everyone
watching that Laura was in no shape to continue. Her legs
wobbled with every step, and her punches had no power behind
them. Dove dodged her weak jabs effortlessly, her face lit with
a mix of amusement and disdain. Laura threw another desperate
right hook, but Dove sidestepped it easily, then countered with
a brutal left to Laura's already bruised ribs.
As the sparring session continues, Dove Cameron is eager to
prove herself, gloves up, bouncing lightly on her toes. She
wasted no time, landing a few solid punches that crash into
Laura Marano’s arms and ribs, making Laura wince. But Laura
quickly finds her rhythm, using her jab to keep Dove at bay.
Each time Dove lunges forward, Laura flicks out her glove,
popping Dove’s head back with pinpoint accuracy.
Dove lands a thudding body shot to Laura’s gut, but Laura
absorbs it, barely flinching as she keeps her jab in Dove’s
face, irritating her more and more. Dove's frustration builds as
she struggles to land clean punches. Laura, moving with grace,
jabs and counters with precision, turning Dove’s face into a
target.
Minutes pass, and Dove’s aggression starts to cost her. Her wild
swings leave her open, and Laura takes advantage, darting in and
out of range, hitting Dove with stiff counters. A trickle of
blood runs from Dove’s nose, but she presses forward, determined
to take Laura’s head off. However, Laura is composed, slipping
punches and landing precise shots that add up. Dove's cheeks
begin to swell, and the blood dripping down her lip signals that
Laura’s punches are finding their mark more often.
Dove's frustration turns to desperation as Laura takes control.
Dove raises her guard, pressing her gloves against her face,
leaving her body exposed. Laura sees the opening and takes full
advantage. Feinting a cross, Laura buries two vicious hooks into
Dove’s ribs, the sickening thud echoing in the gym as Dove
stumbles to the side. Before Dove can recover, Laura catches her
with a sharp left cross to the forehead, then sinks a punishing
hook deep into Dove's belly.
Dove spits out her gumshield, her breath escaping in a wheeze as
she barrels forward, her arms churning wildly as she tries to
keep herself upright. Her legs, however, can’t support her, and
she stumbles forward, crashing face-first into the ropes, her
body entangling in the lower one.
Laura smirks, raising her fist in triumph, standing over Dove as
she rolls onto her back, groaning in pain. Dove’s face is
twisted in agony, her body struggling to recover from the
vicious body blow. Slowly, she rolls onto her hands and knees,
shakily pulling herself up as Laura watches with a look of
disdain.
"Are we done now?" Laura asks mockingly, her voice cold and
biting.
Dove, refusing to quit, shakes her head and steadies herself,
her face showing exhaustion and pain from the lethal shots she’s
taken. She glares at Laura with pure hatred, trying to press
forward again. But just as she does, Laura snaps her jab back
into Dove’s face, the glove smacking her square in the nose,
sending a fresh stream of blood flowing down Dove's face.
Laura feints high, and Dove instinctively raises her guard,
leaving her belly wide open again. Laura takes full advantage,
burying another brutal hook into Dove’s unprotected midsection.
The air hisses out of Dove’s lungs, her face contorting in agony
as she lurches forward, barely catching herself before falling
to the canvas.
Laura circles around Dove, who is struggling to keep up, her
legs trembling beneath her. Another high feint from Laura opens
Dove up, and Laura slams another devastating hook into Dove's
gut. As Dove bends forward in agony, Laura grins and unleashes
two massive uppercuts, crashing into the undersides of Dove’s
alabaster breasts.
Dove howls in pain, her breasts nearly lifted up into her face
from the impact. She stumbles back, retreating to her corner,
her arms gingerly crossed under her aching chest, the pain
etched across her face. She can barely stand, her body wrecked
from the punishment.
Laura glances over at Olivia Rodrigo with a cruel smirk. “Does
that look familiar to you, Livvy?” she taunts, referencing the
time she brutalized Olivia in a previous match. Laura’s chuckle
echoes through the gym as Dove slumps to one knee, her body
racked with pain, unable to continue. She bites down on the
Velcro straps of her gloves, ripping them off and throwing them
down in frustration.
Sydney Sweeney quickly enters the ring, rushing to Dove’s side,
helping her to her feet as Dove groans in defeat. Laura, still
smirking, stands tall, arms crossed, relishing the moment.
“What’s the matter, Dovey? Had enough already?” Laura jeers, her
voice dripping with mockery.
Dove doesn’t respond, her face twisted in pain and humiliation.
She glares at Laura, hatred burning in her eyes, but she knows
she’s been beaten as she is unable to continue. With Olivia and
Sydney at her side, Dove is escorted out of the gym, leaving
Laura victorious and smug as ever.
As the Barbies were making their exit, Debby Ryan's voice cut
through the tense silence. Her smirk widened as she locked eyes
with Sydney Sweeney, her taunt sharp and dripping with
arrogance.
"Hey, Sweeney! You want to get your ass back here, and I'll give
you a little rematch!" Debby called out, her voice laced with
condescension.
Sydney stopped in her tracks, her whole body tensing up. Her
face flushed with a mixture of anger and frustration as she
turned slowly, glaring back at Debby. Memories of their last
encounter flashed through her mind—Debby had beat her in Las
Vegas then humiliated her by stripping her and using her full
breasts to smother Sydney out cold.
Sydney’s fists clenched, the temptation to storm back into the
ring almost overwhelming, but she held herself back. Dove was
hurt, and Olivia had a firm grip on her arm, guiding her out of
the gym.
Debby, seeing Sydney hesitate, laughed louder. “What’s the
matter, Sweeney? Too scared? I’ll take it easy on you this time.
I won’t make it too embarrassing… well, maybe a little,” she
sneered, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, daring Sydney
to step forward.
Olivia glanced at Sydney, her grip tightening. “Don’t,” she
whispered. “Not here. Not now.”
Sydney’s jaw tightened, her heart pounding in her chest. She
could feel the eyes of everyone in the gym on her. She wanted
nothing more than to punch that smug look off Debby’s face, to
storm back into that ring and tear her apart. But not now. Not
today. Dove needed her.
“You’re not worth it,” Sydney spat, turning away from Debby with
a flick of her hand, but her words lacked the fire she felt. It
was more of a promise than a dismissal.
Debby chuckled darkly, shrugging her shoulders. “Run along then.
I’ll be waiting.”
As Sydney, Dove, and Olivia left the gym, their heads held high
but their defeat obvious, the atmosphere inside shifted. Laura,
Debby, and Lili—were still basking in the victory. But as the
gym door swung shut behind the Barbies, Laura’s triumphant
expression faltered. The dull ache in her ribs reminded her that
the war with Dove was far from over. They had only scratched the
surface of what was to come.
Debby turned back to Laura and Lili, her grin still plastered
across her face. “That was too easy. I mean, did you see her
face when I called her out? She practically ran out of here with
her tail between her legs.”
Lili gave a half-smile, but her eyes were on Laura, who was
quieter than usual. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t get too cocky.
Sydney’s tough, and Dove… well, she’s going to come back for
Laura. You know that, right?”
Laura’s eyes darkened, and she took a deep breath, the weight of
the next inevitable clash with Dove looming over her. She had
won today, but that victory felt fragile. Dove wouldn’t let this
go.
“I know,” Laura said softly, wiping a trickle of sweat from her
brow. “Next time, it’s going to be different. Dove won’t stop
until she gets her revenge.”
Debby shrugged it off, still riding the high of her taunts and
the Barbies’ humiliation. “Let her try. We’ll be ready. And I’ll
make sure Sydney doesn’t forget what happens when you mess with
us.”
Laura nodded but remained quiet. The victory was theirs today,
but in her gut, she knew that the next time she and Dove faced
off, it would be the fight of their lives. And this time,
neither of them would walk away unscathed.
Back inside the ring, the mood was entirely different. Laura,
Lili, and Debby basked in their victory, though for Laura, the
moment was tinged with an unsettling sense of foreboding. She
might have won the battle today, but she knew Dove. This wasn’t
over. Dove had lost, yes, but she had never been one to take
defeat lying down. Laura’s fists still throbbed from the punches
she’d landed, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her
gut—an intuition, a certainty that Dove would come for her
harder than ever.
Lili, seeing Laura’s face, gave her a nudge. “Hey, chin up. You
beat the snot out of her. You owned her ass.”
Laura smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “For now,” she
muttered, glancing at the spot where Dove had fallen earlier.
“Next time… next time will be different.”
Debby, too busy gloating, didn’t catch the unease in Laura’s
tone. “We wrecked them!” she yelled, throwing an arm around
Lili’s shoulders. “Those Barbies thought they could just waltz
in here, but look at them now. Dove couldn’t even finish the
round! And Sweeney? Please.” Debby snorted. “That flabby ****
knows better than to step into the ring with me again.”
Laura appreciated Debby’s enthusiasm, but the lingering ache in
her ribs and the bruises she could feel forming reminded her
that Dove had put up more of a fight than her cocky teammates
realized. Dove wasn’t just another opponent. She was a warrior,
and today’s loss was going to make her more dangerous. Laura
glanced at Lili, who caught the unspoken tension in Laura’s
eyes.
“You know Dove’s going to be ready for you,” Lili said quietly,
leaning in so Debby wouldn’t hear. “And when she does, it’s
going to be an all-out war.”
Laura nodded, her mouth tightening into a thin line. “I know,”
she whispered, her eyes hardening with resolve. “Next time, it
won’t be a sparring match. It’ll be a fight to the finish.”
As Dove and her team sped away, Laura could still feel her
former friend’s presence like a shadow looming over her. Their
rivalry had escalated far beyond a personal grudge. It was a
bitter war, a collision of pride, hatred, and bruised egos. And
deep down, both women knew that the final round hadn’t been
written yet.
Dove, bloodied and defeated, refused to let Sydney and Olivia
support her as they headed out. She wiped her nose, straightened
her back, and shot one last venomous look over her shoulder at
Laura. The silent promise was clear: she would be back. And when
she returned, it wouldn’t be to trade jabs. She was coming to
destroy.
As the door swung shut behind them, the gym seemed to exhale,
but the tension lingered. Laura let out a breath, her chest
still heaving from the adrenaline, her body battered but
victorious. She rubbed her ribs absentmindedly, the dull throb a
constant reminder that the next time she faced Dove, it wouldn’t
end with one of them walking away. One of them would be left
broken, and neither woman was willing to be the one lying on the
canvas.
Written by the Badass Barbies.
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Re: 10 Rounds - Laura Marano vs Dove Cameron in the Ring
By: BadAssBunnies Date: November 5, 2024, 10:19 am
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10 Rounds Laura and Dove
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The scene is set in a dreary, old gym, the air thick with the
smell of sweat and age. The flickering fluorescent lights cast
an uneven glow over the crackked floor and worn-out punching
bags hanging from the ceiling. In one corner of the gym, Laura
Marano stands poised, her tight black sports bra and matching
yoga shorts accentuating her toned physique. The black boxing
gloves with white laces contrast sharply with her pale skin, and
her hair is pulled back into a sleek bun, emphasizing her
determined expression as she confidently throws some phantom
punches.
Beside her, teammates Katherine McNamara and Ariana Grande offer
quiet words of encouragement, their gazes locked on the
entrance, bracing for the arrival of their opponents. Laura
inhales deeply, steadying herself, her muscles coiled with
tension as she stands ready, focused. Every second drags,
amplifying the suspense, until the faint sound of footsteps
signals the approach of the challenge they’ve all been waiting
for.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and in walks Dove Cameron,
flanked by her teammates Olivia Rodrigo and Joey King. The
moment is electric as Dove steps inside, dressed in an extremely
skimpy white sports bra that features criss-cross straps on the
back, pushing her ample breasts together and showcasing a
generous amount of cleavage. Her tight white yoga shorts cling
to her body, riding high and emphasizing her sculpted legs and
tight abs. The silver boxing gloves gleam under the flickering
lights as she raises a confident hand, her hair styled in tight
braids that frame her face.
Dove’s confident smirk doesn’t waver as she locks eyes with
Laura, who stands tense and determined across the empty gym. The
air between them is charged, each woman sizing the other up,
unwilling to break the intense stare. Only the sounds of their
breathing and the rustle of their gear disturb the silence as
they adjust their stances, taking final deep breaths. Every
movement is deliberate, heightening the tension that fills the
deserted space. The gym feels almost alive with their silent
rivalry as both women stand poised, ready to launch into the
sparring session that could give one of them the psychological
edge heading into their full match.
As the atmosphere in the empty gym thickens with tension, Joey
King and Katherine McNamara step forward, both fueled by the
intensity of the moment. Their eyes lock, and the air between
them crackles with animosity.
“Think you can back up your girl?” Joey snaps, a challenging
glare directed at Katherine.
Katherine retorts, “Please, your friend’s all plastic. You’re
just here to watch her lose!”
With that, the two women shove each other hard, the impact
echoing through the gym. Joey stumbles back but quickly steadies
herself, and with a fierce determination, she lunges at
Katherine again. The shove escalates into a series of insults,
both fighters pushing and shoving, hands flying as they grow
increasingly aggressive.
“Let’s see if you’re tough without your little pep squad!” Joey
taunts, her fingers curling into fists.
“Bring it on, plastic!” Katherine counters, stepping forward for
another shove, her competitive spirit ignited.
But before they can throw punches, Olivia and Ariana rush in,
grabbing hold of their friends to prevent the confrontation from
escalating further.
“Whoa, whoa! Not here!” Olivia yells, pulling Joey back, while
Ariana tugs at Katherine’s arm, desperately trying to separate
them.
“
Get your hands off my hair!” Joey screams, her fingers tangling
in Katherine’s locks as they both struggle to break free, the
tension between the two groups boiling over.
“Stop it! We’re not fighting here!” Ariana shouts, but the two
women are too caught up in their anger, snarling and tugging at
each other as their teammates hold them back.
The gym is filled with their heated exchanges, each fighter's
determination palpable as the two groups prepare for the real
confrontation ahead.
Joey: We'll settle this later McNamara.
Katherine: You can count on the Joey. I can't wait.
As the tension in the gym thickens, both corners rush to prepare
their fighters for the match. Olivia and Joey wipe Dove down,
carefully applying a thin layer of Vaseline to her brow to
prevent any cuts, while tightening her silver boxing gloves for
maximum security. Dove bounces on her feet, her eyes focused and
determined, her competitive spirit ignited.
Meanwhile, Katherine and Ariana take similar care as Laura’s
corner wipes her down, ensuring she’s ready for the fight ahead.
The atmosphere crackles with anticipation as both fighters stand
toe-to-toe, exuding confidence and intensity.
Suddenly, Sophia Bush steps into the ring, commanding attention
with her presence. The former teammate is dressed in a referee’s
uniform, and she immediately takes control of the situation.
“What’s this?” Dove complains, crossing her arms defiantly. “You
never said anything about a ref, especially a former teammate!”
Laura smirks, her expression teasing. “Settle down, Dovey. You
know as well as I do that Sophia is one of the most impartial
refs in the business. And don't give me that teammate ****. She
was an advisor on your stable for the last two years.”
Dove rolls her eyes, her frustration boiling over. “Fine!” she
shouts, her competitive nature flaring. “Just get ready to get
your ass handed to you!”
Laura’s smirk widens, her confidence unwavering. “We’ll see
about that, Dovey. You do remember our little sparring
session?”
Dove's expression tightens. “I remember it well. When I knock
you on you ass this time, you're not getting up.”
Sophia steps between them, raising her hands to command their
attention. “All right, ladies. You both know the rules. No low
blows, no hair pulling, eye pokes, and keep it clean. This is
just a sparring match to test your skills. I expect both of you
to respect the sport.”
Dove glares at Laura, and Laura meets her gaze with an equally
fierce intensity. The gym is alive with anticipation as they
prepare to step throw down, ready to prove themselves against
one another.
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As they step forward, the weight of the history between Dove and
Laura hangs heavy in the silence. Years of friendship turned
bitter rivalry manifest in every word exchanged, every glance
sharpened. Dove lets her gaze slide over Laura, her lips
twisting into a smirk. “Hey, Laura, you want to make this
interesting?”
Laura’s expression flickers as she hears Dove’s voice, but she
doesn’t fully take the bait, keeping her stance firm. “What is
it now, Dove?” she mutters, almost daring her to cross a line.
“You know I’m starting up a new stable,” Dove says with a sly
look. “The Disney Princesses. And, honestly, everyone already
knows we’ll be the best there ever was.” She chuckles, her eyes
narrowing. “Let’s say, if I win, you leave those whining
teammates of yours and join us. It’s time you joined your real
friends, Laura.”
For a second, Laura’s face falters, her jaw tightens as she
processes Dove’s proposition. “I… I’m happy with the Awesome
Aries. They’ve treated me with respect, given me everything I
need,” she replies, though there’s a trace of doubt as Dove’s
words start to dig in.
Dove scoffs, casting a glance toward Katherine. “We’ll take your
sister Vanessa, too. And red over there,” she sneers, waving a
dismissive hand.
Laura’s eyes flash with anger, and she quickly shakes her head.
“No way! Good luck with your little ‘princess’ dream, but it’s
not for me.”
Joey’s voice cuts in from the side, her tone dripping with
mockery. “Told you she’d chicken out,” she drawls, eyes on
Laura. “All thee Marano's are nothing but chickens!”
Laura’s cheeks burn red with fury. “Chicken? Really?” Her voice
is dangerously calm as she holds Dove’s gaze. “Alright, if you
want a bet, then fine. If you somehow win, I’ll join your
stable. But if you lose, you’ll leave us alone for good and go
to social media to publicly apologize—admit I’m the better
fighter.”
Ariana, who’s been watching the exchange closely, steps in, a
smirk on her face. “Take her down, Laura. And when you’re done,
strip her. Teach her who’s boss.”
Dove’s expression turns a shade darker, her cheeks tinged pink
with fury, but she forces a grin, teeth clenched. “Whatever,
Marano. I’m not losing. But fine, if by some miracle you win,
we’ll call a truce. I'll apologize and admit that you're thee
better fighter.” Her voice softens for a second, but then the
sneer is back. “Not that it’ll matter.”
“Enough with the high school drama,” Sophia interrupts, stepping
between them. “If you’re both done, let’s fight.”
Round 1:
With a slap of the refs hands Laura Marano and Dove Cameron
stepped forward, eyes locked in fierce determination. Laura
jabbed first, a sharp left aimed at Dove’s face. Dove slipped to
the side, countering with a quick right hook to Laura's ribs
that landed solidly. Laura gasped, feeling the impact radiate
through her side.
Determined to retaliate, Laura launched a powerful right to
Dove's midsection, driving the air from Dove's lungs. The blow
forced Dove back, but she quickly steadied herself and responded
with a combination—left jab to Laura’s chin followed by a hard
right to her stomach. The punches landed with precision, causing
Laura to stagger.
Feeling the pressure, Laura refocused, shaking off the pain. She
advanced, throwing a flurry of jabs at Dove’s head. Dove raised
her gloves, blocking most of the strikes, but Laura managed to
connect with a sharp right hook that snapped Dove's head back.
The impact left Dove momentarily dazed.
Dove shook off the blow, her focus sharpening. She sidestepped
Laura’s next jab and unleashed a punishing right hook aimed at
Laura's ribs. The punch landed hard, eliciting a grunt from
Laura as she felt the sting radiate through her body.
“Not bad,” Laura replied, pushing through the discomfort. She
charged back, throwing a powerful left to Dove's abdomen. The
punch struck hard, and Dove winced, but she quickly retaliated
with a right hook that found its mark on Laura's jaw, rattling
her senses.
Laura felt the sting but refused to back down. With adrenaline
pumping, she pushed forward again, delivering a series of
strikes to Dove's body. A left jab connected with Dove’s gut,
forcing a sharp exhale from her. Seizing the opportunity, Laura
followed up with a powerful right hook to Dove's head then left
cross that grazed Dove's left breast.
Dove staggered from the lighting quick combination but quickly
regained her footing, her expression fierce. “Let’s go!” she
shouted, launching a powerful right jab aimed directly at
Laura’s face. The punch landed with a solid thud, and Laura felt
the impact resonate through her skull.
Laura responded with grit, charging forward to deliver a quick
left jab to Dove’s ribs, followed by a devastating right
uppercut aimed at her chin. The uppercut landed hard, and Dove
stumbled back, momentarily off-balance.
Both fighters were now fully engaged, trading heavy blows with
relentless intensity. Dove aimed another jab at Laura’s face,
but Laura ducked just in time, countering with a swift left hook
that connected with Dove’s jaw. The impact was staggering,
sending a shock through Dove’s body as her legs struggled to
keep her body upright.
Fueled by adrenaline, Dove pushed through the pain, unleashing a
rapid combination of jabs aimed at Laura's head. A solid shot
landed on Laura’s nose, causing a trickle of blood to flow down
her lip. Laura retaliated instantly, landing a powerful right to
Dove’s midsection that again made her bend forward.
As the final seconds of the round ticked down, both fighters
ramped up their intensity. Laura charged forward with renewed
vigor, launching a right jab aimed at Dove's face. The punch
connected forcefully, pushing Dove back against the ropes. With
a swift motion, Laura followed up with a left hook that struck
Dove's side, eliciting a grunt of pain.
In the closing moments of the round, Dove, her breath labored,
launched a desperate counterattack. She swung a left hook that
connected with Laura’s jaw, the force sending Laura back a step.
But Laura countered immediately, landing a punishing right hook
that left Dove reeling.
Sophia signaled the end of the first round. Both fighters
stepped back, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on their brows
as they gave each other a calculated glare then retreated to
their corners.
Sophia turned to both corner letting them know that the first
round was 10-9 for Laura Marano
Round 2:
As round 2 got underway and both Laura Marano and Dove Cameron
were determined to take the fight to their rival. Laura was
riding the momentum from her previous round, but she knew that
Dove was not one to back down easily. The atmosphere crackled
with tension as they resumed their battle.
Dove advanced quickly, focusing on her footwork as she moved
side to side, trying to keep Laura guessing. She threw a quick
left jab aimed at Laura’s face, but Laura anticipated the move
and ducked just in time, countering with a powerful right hook
to Dove’s side. The punch landed hard, Laura's fist digging deep
into Dove's abs causing her to wince and clutch her midsection.
Seeing Dove’s moment of vulnerability, Laura pressed the
advantage, delivering a series of rapid-fire jabs that connected
with Dove’s face and torso. Each strike seemed to land with
increasing force, showcasing Laura’s stamina and relentless
spirit. But Dove, fueled by anger, absorbed the blows and
quickly fired back with a fierce right hook aimed at Laura’s
jaw.
The punch landed with a sharp cracking sound forcing Laura to
stagger back, shaking her head to clear the stars. Dove seized
the opportunity, closing the distance and unleashing a fierce
combination: a left jab followed by a right cross that struck
Laura’s cheek. Laura felt the sting of the blows, but she
gathered her resolve, refusing to show any weakness.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Laura taunted, but her voice lacked
the confidence she hoped to project. Dove responded with a sharp
hook to Laura’s ribs, and Laura gasped as the pain radiated
through her body. Realizing she needed to regain control, Laura
focused on her counter-punching skills.
Dove, feeling a surge of adrenaline, continued her assault. She
aimed a quick left hook at Laura’s head, but Laura ducked under
the punch and retaliated with a swift right to Dove’s gut. The
blow landed hard, forcing Dove to double over slightly, gasping
for breath.
Laura bobbed up and down her persistent jab flashing in Dove's
face. Laura kept up the pressure using her tactical fighting
style to follow up with a quick jab to Dove’s chin. The punch
landed cleanly, and Dove’s head snapped back, her eyes widening
in surprise.
As the fight continued, Dove felt the pressure mounting but
refused to back down. She remembered her training and dug deep,
delivering a series of rapid punches aimed at Laura’s head. A
solid left jab found its target on Laura's forehead, but Laura
shook it off, countering with a sharp right hook that landed
squarely on Dove's jaw.
Dove stumbled back, feeling the impact reverberate through her
body. The pain intensified as Laura, sensing an opportunity,
launched a furious combination. A left to Dove’s ribs, followed
by a right hook, connected with brutal force. Their attendants
outside the ring watched, tension high, as the fight unfolded
with Laura clearly in control.
In a desperate attempt to shift the momentum, Dove focused on
her cardio and stamina, pushing through the pain. She managed to
sidestep Laura's next punch, countering with a left uppercut
aimed at Laura’s chin. The punch landed, causing Laura to
stagger, and Dove immediately followed up with a right cross to
Laura’s body.
Laura grimaced, feeling the impact, but she quickly regained her
composure, demonstrating her resilience. “Nice shot, but it’s
not enough!” she exclaimed, launching a fierce jab to Dove’s
face that sent her head snapping back.
As the round progressed, both fighters were visibly fatigued,
but their determination burned bright. Dove aimed a hard right
at Laura’s midsection, but Laura dodged and countered with a
brutal left hook that landed squarely on Dove’s jaw. The blow
was enough to send Dove stumbling backward, struggling to
maintain her footing.
With the seconds ticking away, Laura pressed her advantage,
throwing a series of rapid jabs that connected with Dove’s body.
Each punch landed with a solid thump, pushing Dove back against
the ropes. Laura followed up with a powerful uppercut that sent
shockwaves through Dove’s body.
Dove, however, refused to let up. As Laura came in for another
strike, Dove expertly countered with a well-timed right hook
that connected flush against Laura’s jaw. The impact rattled
Laura, but she quickly regained her footing, her resolve
solidified.
Both fighters exchanged heavy blows in the final seconds of the
round. A fierce left from Laura caught Dove on the cheek, while
Dove retaliated with a swift right that landed on Laura’s ribs.
The two combatants traded blows back and forth, each punch
intensifying the tension in the gym.
As Sophia signaled the end of Round 2, both fighters stepped
back, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on their bodies.
Laura’s eyes burned with determination, while Dove shook off the
pain and kept her gaze locked on her opponent.
Sophia gave the round to Laura 10-9 and she increased her lead
to 20-18
Round 3:
As round 3 got underway, Laura and Dove stepped back into the
center of the ring, the energy in the dreary gym intensifying
with each passing round. Both fighters were clearly feeling the
effects of the previous rounds, their sports bras drenched in
sweat, but their determination remained unshaken. Their
teammates watched with bated breath, anticipating the fierce
exchanges to come.
Laura came out aggressively, confident from her performance in
the previous rounds. She immediately went on the offensive,
looking to exploit Dove's weakness for close-range fighting.
With a fierce determination, she threw a series of jabs to
Dove’s body, focusing on her ribs and belly, landing solid hits
that visibly took a toll on her opponent.
Dove, feeling the impact of Laura’s punches, quickly adjusted
her strategy. Relying on her good footwork, she danced away from
Laura’s reach, using lateral movement to create distance. With a
keen eye, Dove countered with a persistent double jab that
struck Laura's face, landing with precision. Laura winced but
shook it off, determined to stay in the fight.
Laura shifting her stance and moving back in, ready to absorb
Dove’s hits. Laura launched herself forward, throwing a powerful
right hook aimed at Dove’s gut. The punch landed with a dull
thud, causing Dove to double over slightly, her breath escaping
her.
Capitalizing on Dove's moment of vulnerability, Laura followed
with a devastating left uppercut aimed at Dove’s jaw. The impact
sent Dove’s head snapping back, but she quickly regained her
composure, showcasing her iron jaw and stamina. Dove fired back
with a right hook aimed at Laura's ribs, landing solidly and
eliciting a gasp from Laura.
“Nice try, but you’re gonna have to hit harder than that!” Laura
retorted, her temper flaring slightly as she felt the sting of
the punch. She tightened her fists and focused, remembering her
strengths as she quickly moved back to a brawling style.
Dove's tactical thinking kicked in as she began to predict
Laura’s movements. With her cerebral approach, she sidestepped
Laura's next jab and launched a brutal counter. A left to
Laura’s body, followed by a right hook to the jaw, found their
mark, rattling Laura momentarily. But Laura was relentless and
powered through the pain.
Both fighters exchanged furious combinations, with Laura
focusing on working Dove’s body. She aimed a series of rapid
jabs at Dove’s midsection, each punch landing with a solid
impact. Dove winced as Laura’s punches connected, but she
refused to back down. “You’ll have to do better than that,
Laura!” Dove shouted, her voice steady despite the blows.
Dove retaliated with a fierce right to Laura’s gut but Laura's
fearlessness shone through as she took the hit, determined to
keep pressing. She launched her own counter, a well-timed
combination: a right hook followed by a left uppercut, striking
Dove’s ribs and jaw in quick succession. The power behind each
punch demonstrated Laura's brawler mentality.
Feeling the fight slipping away, Dove switched her strategy,
trying to create space again. She danced back, using her
footwork to evade Laura’s advances, and unleashed a flurry of
counters aimed at Laura’s head. The punches landed with a
staccato rhythm, but Laura's iron jaw held firm as she absorbed
the blows.
“Is that all you’ve got, Dove? I’m just getting started!” Laura
shouted defiantly, firing back with a scything right hook to
Dove’s ribs, then immediately following up with another left to
her chin. The punches landed with devastating force, and the
impact made Dove stumble back against the ropes.
Dove quickly composed herself, shaking off the pain and
channeling her cardio endurance. She could feel her muscles
tightening, but her determination surged as she advanced on
Laura. With a well-timed feint, Dove aimed a quick left jab at
Laura’s face, drawing her guard up just in time for Dove to
launch a hard right to Laura’s midsection. The blow landed
solidly, and Laura gasped as she doubled over, momentarily
stunned.
Sensing the moment to capitalize on her opponent’s
vulnerability, Dove moved in, attempting to press her advantage.
But Laura, recalling her training, countered instinctively with
a jab aimed at Dove’s head. It landed squarely, throwing Dove
off balance. Both fighters were visibly fatigued, but neither
was willing to give an inch.
With the seconds ticking away in the round, Laura launched
herself forward, delivering a combination that sent Dove
reeling. She focused on the right hook to the gut, quickly
transitioning into a left uppercut aimed at Dove’s chin. Each
punch landed with brutal efficiency, and Dove felt the pain
reverberate through her body.
As the round approached its final moments, both fighters
exchanged heavy blows in a flurry of fists. Laura’s aggression
seemed to drive her forward, but Dove’s experience kept her
grounded. They traded strikes back and forth, sweat flying from
their brows with each impact, neither willing to relent.
As the round ended, both fighters stepped back, breathing
heavily, but their eyes still locked in fierce determination.
Laura was confident that she had gained ground, while Dove,
though exhausted, remained poised for the next challenge.
Sophia circled the ring announcing that the round went for Laura
10-9 and that she now leads 30-27
Round 4:
As the fourth round started, the atmosphere in the gym
shifted. Both fighters emerged from their corners, but this
time, Dove Cameron was ready to execute a strategic change.
Laura Marano had been dominating the previous rounds with her
aggressive style, but now it was Dove's turn to control the pace
and stay out of harm's way.
As the round began, Dove danced around the ring, utilizing her
impressive footwork to maintain distance. She kept her hands up,
eyes locked on Laura, who approached with a confident stride.
Laura, still fueled by her recent successes, charged forward,
hoping to close the gap and unleash her powerful strikes.
“Let’s see if you can keep up, Dovey!” Laura shouted, eager to
capitalize on her earlier momentum. But Dove had a different
plan in mind. She feinted to the left then initiated a rapid
double jab combo aimed at Laura’s face, each punch connecting
with precision.
The first jab landed flush against Laura’s nose, drawing a sharp
gasp from her lips. The second jab followed closely, and this
time, the impact sent a spray of blood from Laura’s nostrils.
Dove felt a surge of confidence as she watched Laura stagger
back, a look of surprise crossing her face.
Dove he kept her distance, knowing that engaging too closely
would play into Laura’s strengths and her body was still aching
from Laura's brutal assault. Instead, Dove continued her
relentless attack, firing off quick jabs that kept Laura at bay.
Laura quickly wiped the blood from her face with the back of her
glove, furious but determined. She moved forward again, trying
to close the distance, but Dove was relentless, dancing around
her and maintaining her distance. Each time Laura tried to
approach, Dove shot out another double jab, catching Laura off
guard and leaving her increasingly frustrated.
With each successful punch, Laura felt the sting in her nose,
her breathing becoming labored. She knew she needed to adapt
quickly. Channeling her frustration, Laura attempted to slip one
of Dove's jabs and counter with a right hook aimed at Dove’s
side. But Dove anticipated the move, ducking low and stepping
back just in time, her footwork proving crucial.
Dove seized the moment, stepping back in to unleash another
series of jabs that targeted Laura’s face. The impact was
relentless, and with each punch, Laura’s nose bled more, her
frustration mounting. The gym echoed with the sound of gloves
striking flesh, punctuated by Laura’s sharp intakes of breath as
Dove’s jabs found their mark.
Dove was gaining confidence and starting to take control,
dictating the pace of the fight as she continued to work Laura’s
face, the blood now trailing down Laura’s chin.
Laura tried to regain her composure, moving in for a jab of her
own, but Dove expertly slipped aside, allowing Laura’s punch to
whiff past her. Dove pivoted on her feet and delivered another
sharp double jab, this time targeting Laura’s already bruised
nose. The blows landed hard, causing Laura to recoil and stumble
back, her anger boiling over.
“Damn it!” Laura shouted, wiping blood away again, but the pain
was only fueling her fire. She pushed herself back into the
fray, desperately trying to close the distance again, but Dove
was proving to be a slippery opponent.
Dove switched her tactics slightly, mixing in feints to confuse
Laura further. As Laura lunged for a big right hand, Dove ducked
and countered with a quick jab to Laura’s ribs, followed by
another double jab that caught Laura in the face. The
combination left Laura reeling, her defenses faltering as she
attempted to shake off the hits.
“Let’s see if you can take this!” Dove shouted, her confidence
peaking as she landed another right jab that sent Laura’s head
snapping back. The frustration was evident on Laura's face, and
she could feel the fight slipping away if she didn’t adjust
quickly.
As the round progressed, Laura’s movements became increasingly
desperate. She pushed through the pain, determined to turn the
tide, but Dove’s consistent double jabs kept her at bay. Laura
attempted to close the gap again, but Dove expertly danced away,
avoiding Laura’s powerful strikes while continuing her own
assault.
With only seconds left in the round, Laura launched herself
forward, delivering a fierce right hook. But Dove was ready,
slipping to the side and countering with one final, powerful
double jab to Laura’s already bloodied nose. The impact was
decisive, and Laura stumbled back, desperately trying to regain
her balance as the bell rang to signal the end of the round.
Sophia gave the round to Dove 10-8 but Laura was still in the
lead 38-37
Round 5:
As Round 5 began, the gym buzzed with an electric tension. Laura
Marano stood in her corner, visibly seething. Blood still
trickled from her nose, leaving a streak down her chin, but it
was the frustration boiling within her that truly fueled her
rage. She watched as Dove Cameron circled the ring, her agile
footwork a constant reminder of the control she had been
exerting.
“Stop running, Dove! Fight me like a real fighter!” Laura
shouted, her voice echoing through the empty gym. The anger in
her eyes was viable as she tried to close the distance, but Dove
only smirked, her confidence unshaken. “You’re the one getting
schooled here, Laura. Just accept it!”
Dove’s continuous jabs had frustrated Laura to no end. She could
feel her blood boiling, and each jab that landed only deepened
her resolve to retaliate. “Enough of this crap! I’m done playing
your ****!ng little games!” Laura yelled, her voice thick with
determination.
Fueled by rage, Laura lunged forward, attempting to close the
distance. But Dove was prepared, maintaining her space while
throwing another series of jabs. Each punch landed with a sharp
crack against Laura’s face, further aggravating her situation.
Laura could feel her anger mounting as she tried to evade the
punches, but Dove’s relentless assault kept her on the
defensive.
With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Laura finally took a
chance. She rushed in, desperate to land a powerful blow that
would turn the tide in her favor. But as she barreled toward
Dove, she stepped right into a trap. Dove anticipated the move
perfectly, her eyes narrowing as she saw Laura coming.
Dove dug deep, ripping two brutal body shots into Laura’s ribs
that stopped Laura in her tracks. The force behind the punches
was staggering, and as Laura tried to react, Dove followed up
with a devastating uppercut that caught Laura square on the
chin. The impact was shocking, sending Laura crashing to the
canvas in a heap.
Time seemed to stand still as Laura hit the mat. The sound of
her body hitting the ground echoed through the gym, and for a
brief moment, all was silent. Dove stood over her, breathing
heavily, the thrill of the fight coursing through her. She had
just landed a combination that could shift the entire match.
But Laura wasn’t out yet. Gritting her teeth against the pain,
she rolled to her hands and knees, her vision blurring as she
fought to regain her senses. The referee, Sophia Bush, moved in
quickly, watching closely as Laura struggled to rise. With sheer
determination, Laura pushed herself up and began to stand, her
legs wobbling dangerously.
“Eight!” Sophia called out, raising her hand to signal the
count. Laura felt a surge of panic as she realized how close she
was to being counted out. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself
to her feet just in time to beat the count, a fierce glare
directed at Dove as she steadied herself.
Sophia moved in, checking on Laura, who was clearly hurt but
defiant. “You sure you want to continue?” Sophia asked, her
concern evident. But before she could finish, Laura forcefully
shoved Sophia aside, her eyes blazing with determination. “Get
out of my way! I’m not done yet!”
Dove watched, her expression shifting from confidence to concern
as Laura stood tall, albeit shaky. The defiance in Laura’s eyes
was a stark reminder of the heart she possessed and her refusal
to quit was becoming clear to everyone in attendance. But the
damage was done. Dove had landed a significant blow that left
Laura hurt and bleeding.
The round ended and Sophia awarded it to Dove 10-8 and for the
first time Dove was in the lead 47-46.
Round 6:
As Sophia signaled the start of Round 6, the tension in the gym
was rising. Laura Marano, still fuming from the brutal
knockdown, paced around her corner. Katherine McNamara, her
teammate, tried to calm her down, gently placing a hand on
Laura’s shoulder. “Laura, just breathe. You can’t let this get
to you. You know how tough you are. Focus!”
But Laura was beyond listening. The sting of embarrassment
burned in her chest. “She dropped me, Kat! She f$cking dropped
me! Just look at her! She thinks she can toy with me, and I not
going to let that happen!” Laura’s voice was a mix of fury and
determination, her eyes flashing with intensity.
Meanwhile, Ariana Grande worked quickly, applying more pressure
to Laura’s bleeding nose, managing to stop the flow but not the
fire in Laura’s heart. “You need to channel that anger, Laura.
Just remember what we practiced,” Ariana urged, but Laura was
already on her feet, too restless to sit on her stool any
longer.
Dove Cameron stood across the ring, a smirk spreading across her
face as she watched the chaos in Laura's corner. The fight had
taken its toll, but now it was Dove’s turn to exploit Laura’s
rage. As the round began, Dove backpedaled expertly flicking out
her pesky one-two jab, keeping her distance from Laura, who was
throwing wild punches in frustration.
“You’re getting tired, Laura! I knew you couldn't last 10
rounds?” Dove taunted, her footwork swift as she danced around
Laura’s reach. The jabs came flying again, landing squarely
against Laura’s already swollen cheeks, reopening the cut on her
nose.
“YOU B1TCH!” Laura shouted, the sound echoing through the empty
gym. “Fight me, you chicken! Fight me!”
Dove laughed, the sound mocking and light. “Is that the best you
can do? Come on, show me what you’ve got! You're supposed to bee
this boxing phenom.”
This taunting only fueled Laura’s rage further. With a roar,
Laura buried her head and charged, tackling Dove to the ground.
The two women rolled on the mat, limbs flailing as they fought
for dominance. Sophia Bush rushed in, attempting to separate
them, but they were locked in a fierce struggle, their faces
inches apart as they exchanged furious screams.
“Enough! Laura, you’re getting a warning!” Sophia declared,
finally pulling them apart. But Laura, still rattled and
defiant, hardly paid attention. Her focus was solely on making
Dove pay.
As the two fighters faced off again, Laura charged forward, her
fury driving her actions. But as she did,
Dove readied herself, delivering a scything blow right to
Laura’s breast that made her wince. The pain was sharp, and
before Laura could react, Dove followed it up with a jab
straight to her nose, sending a fresh wave of blood gushing.
Dove didn’t stop there. She landed a left hook to Laura’s right
breast, then a right jab to the left breast, each blow landing
with precision. Finally, a powerful uppercut sent Laura’s left
breast bursting free from her top, exposing her as Sophia called
an end to the round.
As they past by Dove leaned in and roughly bumped her shoulder
into Laura sending her stumbling off to the side.
“Oops! Better tuck that back in!” Dove mocked, winking at Laura,
who was livid, her face a mix of embarrassment and anger. The
sight of her exposed breast only intensified her fury. Katherine
rushed over to console her, but Laura was beyond reasoning as
she made a lung at Dove.
“Let me at her!” Laura shouted, trying to push past Katherine,
who held her back.
“Laura! Laura! you can’t let her get to you! Focus!” Katherine
urged, but Laura was too fired up to listen.
“Stop letting her mess with your head, Laura!” Ariana finally
interjected, grabbing her shoulders firmly to get her attention.
“You’re losing! Go out and work the body! Got it?”
With Ariana’s words cutting through the fog of anger, Laura
finally nodded, her resolve hardening. “OK, Fine!. I’ll show her
what I’m really made of!”
As the two women prepared for the next round, it was clear that
emotions were running high. Dove’s taunts had clearly rattled
Laura, but now it was time for Laura to channel that energy into
something productive. The fight was far from over, and both
fighters knew that the stakes had never been higher.
With her third straight 10-8 round, Dove built a commanding
57-54 lead.
Round 7:
As the seventh round starts, both fighters step into the center
of the ring, their expressions a mix of determination and pain.
Dove Cameron, fueled by her recent success and a growing sense
of urgency, stands firm, her body tense and ready to unleash a
barrage of strikes. Laura Marano, on the other hand, looks
visibly winded, her left arm clutched tightly against her side.
Dove immediately employs her signature strategy of staying on
the outside, dancing lightly on her feet as she tries to create
distance between them. “Hey, Marano! You're still bleeding?” she
taunts, trying to get under Laura’s skin while keeping her own
guard high.
But Laura has taken Ariana's advice to heart. Ignoring the jab
at her nose, she focuses on controlling the ring. With each
measured step, she closes the gap, forcing Dove to backpedal.
Laura launches a series of feints, testing Dove’s defense.
Suddenly, Laura lunges forward, throwing a powerful right hook
aimed at Dove's already bruised ribs. The punch lands with a
resounding thud, and Dove winces, momentarily folding to the
side. “You’re not getting away that easily!” Laura shouts, her
frustration bubbling to the surface.
Dove, recovering quickly, tries to counter with her jab, but
Laura anticipates the move. She ducks under the punch and
follows up with a vicious uppercut to Dove’s gut, causing the
blonde to gasp for air. “That’s right! You’re in my world now,
b!tch!” Laura bellows, her confidence soaring.
As they clinch, Dove attempts to keep her distance, but Laura
uses her strength to hold her in place, digging her gloves into
Dove's ribs as the referee, Sophia Bush, tries to separate them.
“Break it up!” she commands, but Laura sneaks in a couple of
sneaky hooks to Dove's side before the break, leaving the former
Disney star huffing for air.
Finally free, Dove retreats, using her footwork to circle to the
left. Laura takes advantage of Dove’s weakened state, charging
in with relentless aggression. She lands a sharp jab to Dove’s
face, followed by a powerful right to the body. The impact sends
Dove stumbling backwards into the ropes, her face scrunching in
pain.
“Feeling those ribs yet, Dovey?” Laura taunts, a fierce smile on
her face. She presses the advantage, advancing with a flurry of
punches—hooks and crosses aimed at Dove's midsection and face.
Dove raises her guard, but Laura is relentless, squeezing
through gaps with precision shots.
Dove’s movement slows; she attempts to counter, but each jab is
met with Laura’s furious combinations. A well-timed left hook
catches Dove flush on the jaw, rocking her back. Dove's corner
feel the tension mount as Laura rallies, her body language
radiating confidence while Dove’s falters.
Despite her determination, Dove’s condition worsens. She looks
to clinch once more to regain her breath, but Laura is ready.
She pulls Dove close and lands a late blow to her left breast.
“Oops! Was that a little late, Dovey?” Laura taunts, relishing
the opportunity to needle her opponent. As Sophia steps in to
separate them Laura lifts her left foot and violently stomps
down on Dove's toes.
Dove’s eyes flash with anger as she shoves Laura away, but the
damage is evident. “You’ll pay for that!” she snarls, trying to
push through the pain, but it’s clear she’s struggling. As the
round comes to a close, Laura throws one last heavy right hook
to Dove’s ribs just as the bell rings, leaving Dove winded and
gasping.
As they retreat to their corners, the look on Dove's face tells
the story of the round; she’s hurt and rattled, struggling to
catch her breath as Olivia and Joey rush to her side. “Just
breathe, Dove. You can do this,” Olivia reassures her, gently
prodding her ribs to assess the damage.
Laura, meanwhile, is off her stool early, her energy radiating
throughout her body as she calls out to Dove. “Get off your ass,
Dove! Let’s finish this!” The fire in her eyes indicates that
she’s not done yet, and the tension between the two fighters is
thicker than ever.
In a much needed comeback round, Laura takes it 10-8 and closes
the gap but Dove still leads 75-74
Round 8:
Both fighters are aware that this round could tilt the scales in
their favor. Laura Marano steps forward with renewed confidence,
her body language radiating determination. Her bloodied nose,
while painful, serves as a badge of honor, a reminder of the
struggle she’s been through. Dove Cameron, on the other hand,
stands in her corner, still breathing heavily, her left side
tender from Laura's relentless body shots.
Sophia Bush calls them to the center of the ring, and the two
fighters meet with intense glares, both resolute in their quest
for victory. Laura is eager to capitalize on the momentum from
the previous round, while Dove knows she must regain control and
leverage her superior footwork.
As the round begins, Laura initiates the action. She steps in,
throwing a series of quick jabs aimed at Dove's face, trying to
test her guard. Dove, determined not to get caught off guard,
deftly slips away and responds with her own jab, aiming for
Laura’s already battered nose. The punch lands solidly, causing
Laura to wince, but she shakes it off, her temper flaring again.
“Not so fast, Dovey!” Laura shouts, her anger fueling her drive.
She closes the gap, and with a powerful right hook, she aims for
Dove's ribs, but Dove expertly pivots, dodging the blow and
countering with a double jab to Laura's face, landing flush. The
impact once again draws blood from Laura’s nose, and she feels
the sting.
Undeterred, Laura keeps pushing forward, cutting off the ring
effectively. She unleashes a series of hooks aimed at Dove's
midsection, landing solid shots that cause Dove to grunt in
pain. “You’re not getting away!” Laura yells, her eyes blazing
with intensity.
Dove tries to create distance again, focusing on her footwork,
but Laura is relentless. She tracks Dove down and delivers a
massive overhand right that sends Dove stumbling back into the
ropes. Seizing the opportunity, Laura follows up with a
combination of hooks to the body, pressing the attack. Dove’s
defenses start to falter, and Laura’s strikes come with more
power, each one sounding like thunder in the dimly lit gym.
Dove, feeling the pressure, tries to clinch to catch her breath,
but Laura uses her strength to keep Dove at bay, landing another
stomp on Dove's toes then a thudding punch to Dove’s left
breast. “Still think you can run from me?” Laura taunts, sensing
she has Dove pinned on the ropes.
With each punch, Dove’s body shows signs of wear; her breathing
becomes labored, and she struggles to maintain her footing.
Laura’s relentless barrage takes its toll, leaving her opponent
visibly shaken. Still, Dove tries to dig deep. With her butt
against the ropes, she unleashes a sudden flurry of punches—one
to Laura’s jaw and another to her body.
Laura absorbs the punches but retaliates quickly, throwing a
right hook that lands with a sickening thud against Dove’s ribs.
The sound reverberates through the gym as Dove gasps, her eyes
widening in pain.
Dove shakes off the blow and regains her composure,
instinctively falling back on her training as a cerebral
fighter. She switches her approach, becoming more strategic.
Instead of engaging directly, she starts to utilize her jab
again, darting in and out of Laura’s reach, landing quick,
precise strikes aimed at Laura’s face.
But Laura’s tenacity pushes her to stay in the fight. She
charges at Dove again, and they exchange a flurry of punches in
a fierce back-and-forth. Laura lands a sharp jab to Dove’s chin,
causing her head to snap back. Dove quickly counters, throwing a
body shot that sends shockwaves through Laura’s core.
The fighters are now locked in a brutal rhythm, trading blows as
the tension in the gym reaches a boiling point. Laura’s
resilience shines as she remains undeterred by the pain,
continuing to target Dove’s ribs and breasts with vicious hooks
and straight rights.
Finally, with seconds left in the round, Laura connects with a
devastating uppercut that lands squarely on Dove’s chin,
staggering her and Dove stumbles backward, barely managing to
stay on her feet. Seeing the opening, Laura surges forward,
throwing one last powerful right hook aimed at Dove’s head as
the bell sounds, signaling the end of the round.
As the fighters retreat to their corners, Laura stands tall, her
body taut with adrenaline, while Dove leans against the ropes,
her breath ragged and shallow. Laura’s corner erupts in cheers
as they see the damage she’s inflicted while Dove’s team rushes
to her side, concern etched on their faces.
Laura takes the round 10-9 and evens the score at 84-84.
Round 9:
The round gets underway and Dove Cameron steps out cautiously,
keeping her distance as she works to regain her breath. The
earlier rounds have taken a toll, but she’s determined to stay
sharp and make Laura work to close the gap. Laura Marano,
however, isn’t letting up. She advances with aggressive steps,
her nose already bleeding heavily, a dark bruise beginning to
swell under her left eye. Frustration simmers in her gaze as she
glares at Dove.
“Come on, Cameron! I knew you were all talk—fight me!” Laura
barks, her voice edged with irritation. Dove remains calm,
ignoring the taunts and sticking to her footwork. Laura,
desperate to close the distance, moves in confidently. Dove
feints to the left, appearing worn out for a moment, drawing
Laura in. And then, with lightning speed, she pops a double jab
straight to Laura’s nose.
The impact is brutal. Laura stumbles back, her face contorted in
pain as fresh blood streams from her nose, which is now clearly
broken. Her left eye is nearly swollen shut, and the pain is
visible with each gasp. Dove seizes the moment, launching into a
relentless barrage of jabs, each one snapping Laura’s head back.
As Laura instinctively brings her guard up high to protect her
face, Dove digs in, taking advantage of the opening to work
Laura’s body with fierce precision.
Dove hammers Laura’s midsection with a brutal combination, her
fists sinking into Laura's belly and ribs with punishing force.
Laura gasps, her guard faltering, giving Dove all the room she
needs. She then shifts her focus to Laura's chest, landing a
series of vicious hooks and crosses that rock her breast from
side to side forcing Laura back towards her corner. Laura
grimaces, her left breast slipping out of her top yet again from
the sheer force of the blows, reddened and swollen from the
relentless assault.
Dove takes a step back, assessing Laura's vulnerability, before
surging forward again. With deadly precision, she fires a jab
directly into Laura’s exposed breast, then follows up with two
more quick jabs that flatten the already bruised flesh, driving
Laura further into the corner. Each punch lands with an
unmistakable snap, and the bruising around Laura's torso deepens
with every strike. Laura's corner look concerned and contemplate
throwing in the towel as Laura is being lit up. Punch after
punch lands with a sickening thud leaving Laura’ on the verge of
blacking out as she teeters under the onslaught.
Sophia has seen enough. Stepping in, she begins the standing
eight count for Laura, who seems barely present, her battered
frame sagging against the ropes. Her arms dangle as her fingers
just catch the top rope, her eyes dazed and unfocused as she
tries to process the count echoing through the ring.
“Four!” Sophia bellows, but Laura doesn’t move.
From her corner, voices scream at her to pull herself together,
to find a way to stand.
“Five!”
Laura’s left arm starts to lift, trembling as she forces it up,
then the right follows, shakily coming into position as she
tries to steady herself.
“Six!”
Across the ring, Dove’s corner erupts in early celebration,
sensing that Laura’s barely holding herself up. Sophia’s
expression turns from concern to determination as Laura’s legs
continue to wobble.
“Seven!”
With one last surge of resolve, Laura straightens, raising her
guard as best she can, her bruised arms barely responding.
“Eight!”
Sophia crosses her arms, ready to wave off the fight. But
suddenly, Laura’s hands shoot out and grab her wrists, halting
her mid-motion.
Sophia looks into Laura's eyes, seeing the depths of exhaustion,
pain, and defiance mingling there. “You’ve had enough, Laura,”
she says quietly, but with certainty.
Laura’s grip tightens as she pulls Sophia closer, her voice a
hoarse whisper edged with fierce resolve. “I’m not done. Start
the fight back up. Now.”
Sophia hesitates, momentarily taken aback by Laura’s
determination, then nods. “Alright, Laura. But if you don’t
start fighting back… it’s over.”
Laura nods, letting go and raising her battered fists once more,
her bruised body a testament to her refusal to surrender, even
as her strength wavers with every breath.
Pushing through the pain, Laura tries to bring up her guard, but
Dove’s relentless body shots force her back down, making her
take a knee in desperation. Sophia Bush watches closely,
contemplating whether to call the fight as Laura rests on one
knee, blood and sweat dripping down her battered face. But as
Sophia starts to step in, Laura grits her teeth and rises, her
body quaking from the strain. With a minute left in the round,
Laura is visibly dazed and hurt, but determined to hang on.
Dove closes in for the finish, peppering Laura with short,
brutal shots to the body and head. Laura, however, clinches
tightly, wrapping her arms around Dove to prevent further
damage. With what little strength she has, Laura sneaks in a few
quick, dirty punches to Dove's side, forcing Dove to momentarily
flinch. But Dove shakes it off, pushing through Laura’s clinch
and continuing to dominate with precise jabs and short sharp
hooks to the ribs and breasts.
As the round draws to a close, Laura is nearly unrecognizable
from the fighter who had once entered the ring with fierce
determination. Dove's relentless assault has broken down her
defenses, each punch chipping away at Laura’s stamina and
spirit. She stumbles, barely able to keep herself upright, then
clings to the top rope, her face bloodied and swollen, eyes
barely able to focus. Just as the round ends.
Katherine and Ariana move in quickly, each sliding one of
Laura’s arms over their shoulders, half-carrying her to the
corner. Laura slumps on the stool, head lolling, her breaths
ragged and shallow.
Sophia has seen enough. She strides toward Laura’s corner,
determined to end the fight before it spirals further. But
Ariana intercepts her, throwing herself in Sophia’s path,
refusing to let the fight end without giving Laura a chance.
With her voice low and unwavering, Sophia delivers her grim
assessment: "Dove took that round 10-7. Laura needs a KO if she
wants to walk out with the win. Thirty seconds to decide." She
strides to the center of the ring, waiting for their answer.
Laura’s head droops, her eyes glazed, barely registering her
surroundings. Katherine crouches beside her, trying to assess if
she has anything left. "Laura! Laura! Listen to me…can you do
this?” she commands firmly, worry filling her eyes.
Before Laura can answer, Ariana grabs a small vial of smelling
salts, holding it under Laura's nose. Laura jolts upright,
gasping as she’s momentarily revived, her vision sharpening just
enough to catch Dove’s smug expression across the ring.
"She's ready, Kat," Ariana insists, her voice hard, unyielding.
"Let her at least finish this."
Laura feels her teammate’s hand gripping her shoulder, Ariana’s
words penetrating the thick fog of exhaustion and pain clouding
her mind. “Laura, listen up. Hook her in the ribs—she’s still
hurting bad. A few more solid shots, and she’ll crumble.”
She barely manages a nod, though every inch of her feels like
giving in. Her legs feel like they could buckle at any moment,
her body worn to its limit by Dove's relentless attacks. The
reality gnaws at her: if she can’t turn this around, she’ll not
only lose, but she and her sister Vanessa will be forced to
follow Dove on The Disney Princesses, bowing to her arrogance
and smugness.
"You don’t want to fight for that miserable, smug little b!tch,
do you?” Ariana’s words cut through her like a shot, the truth
in them stirring a fresh wave of bitterness.
As if seeing her own fate laid out before her, Laura lifts her
head, focusing across the ring. Gone is her once-confident
demeanor, replaced by the unmistakable look of someone barely
holding it together. Her eyes catch Dove’s, and all she sees is
that taunting smirk—Dove, standing tall, waiting for Laura to
crack.
Ariana’s voice breaks through her thoughts. “I know you’re hurt,
Laura, but you can’t let her beat you like this. You’re better
than her. Don’t let her take this from you.”
Taking in a deep breath, Laura steadies herself, forcing her
trembling legs to stand. She gets up from her stool, her body
shaky but her face now set with a fierce determination. The room
feels heavy, the weight of her choice clear in every painful
step she takes back to the center of the ring.
Sophia, glancing her way with both respect and concern, shakes
her head but against her better judgment lets the fight proceed.
Round 10:
Sophia slaps her hands together one final time and Dove and
Laura step toward each other. Laura, heeding Ariana’s advice,
looks for an opening, wincing each time Dove’s jab finds her
swollen nose or crashes against her bruised chest. Dove fires a
few well-aimed jabs, working Laura’s tender face and breasts,
but Laura, already numb, takes the pain and holds back, waiting
for her chance.
Dove steadies herself, her body still aching but her spirit
ignited with a fiery resolve. She looks at Laura, who’s
teetering unsteadily from side to side, the exhaustion evident
in her posture. With a smirk that masks her own pain, Dove leans
in, letting her voice drip with condescension.
“You know, it’s not all that bad, Laura,” she taunts, each word
laced with bitterness. “You’ll love being a Princess. Just
think—no more fights between us. Just endless selfies and pretty
dresses and maybe even a Featherweight title!. Isn’t that what
you’ve always wanted?”
Laura, still holding her guard up, feels the sting of Dove’s
words cut deep. Her breath is labored, but she manages to meet
Dove’s gaze, the defiance flickering in her eyes despite her
fatigue. Dove’s taunt hits harder than any punch, a reminder of
how far they’ve fallen from their former friendship, leaving
Laura momentarily speechless and spent, unable to even muster a
response.
Dove savors the moment, her confidence radiating as she watches
Laura struggle to respond, fully aware that she’s not only
defeated her physically but has also gained the upper hand
mentally. The thrill of victory courses through her veins.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Dove steps in, launching a
series of double jabs toward Laura’s face, taunting her with
each strike. “What’s wrong, Laura? Can’t handle a little
princess talk?” she sneers, reveling in the sight of her rival’s
labored breathing and the way Laura flinches from the punches,
each jab a reminder of her dominance.
But Laura refuses to succumb to the despair that threatens to
wash over her. She bides her time, focusing on her breathing,
willing herself to stay upright. She knows that if she hits the
canvas again, it will be a long time before she rises. Her pride
fuels her resolve, and with every jab that lands, she steels
herself against the pain, her determination hardening like
steel.
In her mind, the fight is far from over. She’s fought too hard
to let Dove have the last word or the final victory. With the
echoes of their past friendship mingling with the bitterness of
betrayal, Laura digs deep, refusing to be just another fallen
opponent.
Finally, the moment comes. Dove steps in a little too close,
exposing her side just for an instant, and Laura unleashes a
devastating left hook, sinking it deep into Dove’s ribs.
Dove cries out in agony, her face twisted in pain, and her knees
buckle as she collapses to the mat, clutching her ribs. Laura
strides over her downed opponent on her way to a neutral corner,
her one good eye blazing with triumph. Dove, moaning in pain,
tries to catch her breath as she pulls herself up by the ropes,
trembling but defiant.
“I’m not done yet, Marano!” Dove gasps, forcing herself to stand
tall despite her clear agony.
The two fighters clash again, Dove managing to land a few quick,
sharp shots to Laura’s belly, ribs, and her tender breasts, but
Laura absorbs them, her focus unwavering. With her vision
limited, she bides her time, watching and waiting until—there it
is—Dove’s side opens again.
Laura unleashes another brutal left hook, drilling into Dove’s
already battered ribs with crushing force. Dove’s eyes widen as
the pain overwhelms her; she doubles over, then crumples to the
mat, curling into a ball, her face contorted in anguish. She
doesn’t even attempt to rise, her body simply refusing to go on.
Laura stands over her, victorious, as Sophia reaches 10 and
waves off the fight. Joey and Olivia rush to tend to Dove, but
it’s clear the match is over. Laura Marano wins by knockout in
the 10th round.
Post Fight Drama:
As the referee signals the end of the fight, a heavy silence
settles in the gym, broken only by the ragged breaths of the two
fighters. Laura stands over Dove, a mix of relief and
vindication flooding through her. Every jab, every bruise, every
drop of sweat that had marked this grueling battle finally
culminated in this moment of triumph. Yet, beneath the surface
of her victory, there’s an undercurrent of emotion—a bitter
sweetness that tugs at her heart.
Dove remains on the canvas, gasping for air, her pride shattered
along with her body. For years, they had shared laughs, secrets,
and aspirations, but their rivalry had morphed those cherished
memories into a battlefield of resentment and animosity. Laura
glances down at her former friend, the girl she once admired,
now lying broken and defeated. A flicker of empathy tugs at her
chest, but she quickly quashes it, reminding herself of the
taunts, the challenges, and the relentless needling Dove had
inflicted upon her.
“You wanted this, Dove,” Laura says, her voice steadier than she
feels. “You pushed me into this fight, remember? You thought you
could walk all over me and get away with it.”
Dove struggles to pull herself up, her defiance still flickering
despite the pain. “You got lucky, Marano,” she pants, blood
still trickling from her nose. “You think this is over? It’s
just a matter of time before I come back for you.”
Laura narrows her eyes, feeling the weight of the words. “You
don’t get it, do you? This isn’t just about a fight. It’s about
proving to you and everyone else that I’m not just a sidekick or
a pretty face. I’m strong, and I won’t let anyone push me around
anymore—not you, not anyone.”
The intensity in her words resonates through the empty gym, and
for a brief moment, Laura sees the flicker of realization in
Dove’s eyes, as if she finally understands the depth of their
conflict. Their history hangs in the air like a thick fog, both
a burden and a driving force that fuels their animosity.
As Dove manages to sit up, Laura feels a mix of triumph and
pity. She has won this battle, but at what cost? Their
friendship, once so vibrant, now reduced to bitter rivalry and
bruised egos. The victory rings hollow as she turns away from
Dove, knowing that the scars of this fight would linger long
after the last punch was thrown.
“Consider this your wake-up call,” Laura mutters, her voice a
quiet promise. “I won’t back down again. Not to you or anyone
else in the UCC!” She walks back to her corner, heart racing and
mind spinning, feeling the weight of the victory alongside the
weight of what had been lost.
The cheers from her corner echo in her ears, but she can’t shake
the image of Dove sitting there, a stark reminder of the person
she used to call a friend. This fight was more than just a
match; it had become a harsh reflection of their journey
together, one that had ultimately fractured into pain and
rivalry. And as the reality of her victory settles in, Laura
realizes that the true battle might just be beginning.
As Laura steps back to her corner, the adrenaline coursing
through her veins slowly begins to subside, but the thrill of
victory reignites a fire within her.
“Looks like the Princesses will be missing their best fighter,
huh?” she calls out, her voice laced with mocking cheerfulness.
The words hang in the air like a heavy curtain, each syllable
stinging with the bitterness of their rivalry.
Dove’s eyes flicker up to meet Laura’s, the pain etched on her
face only deepening as the taunt settles in. “You think the
Princesses will be something special?” Laura continues, her tone
almost playful, but with an edge that cuts through the silence
of the gym. “All you’ve done is prove that you can’t handle a
real challenge. Maybe you should’ve stuck to your fairy tales
instead of stepping into the ring with me. The REAL Disney
Princess!”
The hurt and humiliation in Dove's expression fuel Laura's
confidence. “Maybe now you’ll think twice before calling
yourself a Princess,” she taunts, leaning in just enough to make
her point crystal clear. “Because tonight, it’s clear who the
real fighter is. I’ll let you keep the crown—just don’t forget
the one who took you down.”
As Laura turns away, a triumphant laugh escapes her lips,
resonating with a blend of relief and vindication. She knows the
fight is over, but the echoes of her words linger, a final nail
in the coffin of their once-cherished friendship. In that
moment, she has not only claimed victory in the ring but has
also reclaimed her own narrative—a story that no longer involves
being overshadowed or diminished.
The taste of triumph is bittersweet, but Laura savors it,
letting the sting of her words hang in the air as she walks
away, leaving Dove to grapple with the reality of her defeat and
the consequences of their fractured bond.
Dove finally pushes herself up to her feet, her body hunched
over, pain radiating from her bruised ribs and battered breasts,
a constant reminder of the bitter loss to her once-friend turned
fierce rival. The sting of defeat hangs heavy in the air, a
wound that may never heal. Her heart races, but this time, it’s
not from the adrenaline of the fight—it’s the crushing weight of
failure that pulls her down.
As the victorious trio of Laura, Ariana, and Katherine celebrate
their hard-fought win, Joey King watches Dove regain her
composure. Seeing her friend’s state, she can’t help but feel a
surge of anger and frustration. With a determined stride, Joey
steps out of the ring, zeroing in on Katherine.
"Your girl got lucky!" Joey snaps, anger flashing in her eyes.
Katherine lets out a mocking chuckle, crossing her arms. "Lucky?
Looked to me like your boss got her ass handed to her," she
replies, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
Joey's face twists with defiance. "It was a lucky punch, and you
know it, McNamara."
Katherine doesn’t hesitate. She steps closer, hand raised, and
shoves her palm right into Joey’s face, forcing her back with a
hard push. Joey stumbles, fury in her eyes as she regains her
balance, the tension between them reaching a breaking point.
"Care to test your luck, Joey?" Katherine taunts, her gaze
unyielding. "Or maybe you want to join your boss on the floor."
“Why, you little ****!” she snarls, catching Katherine off guard
as she spins her around and slaps her viciously across the face.
The sound echoes through the empty gym, a sharp crack that
punctuates the tense atmosphere.
Katherine recoils but quickly regains her footing, swinging back
with instinctive fury. Joey ducks under the blow, countering
with an elbow that drives into Katherine’s chest, followed by a
spinning back kick that connects with her jaw, sending her
sprawling to the cold damp concrete.
“Let’s go, Red!” Joey growls, adrenaline pumping through her
veins. “Put on some gloves! You and me, right now, and we fight
until one of us is out!”
Katherine wipes the blood from her lip, anger igniting within
her. She lunges at Joey, ready to retaliate, but Ariana locks
her in a bear hug, holding her back with surprising strength.
Ariana chuckles, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I think your
boss might need a trip to the ER. Laura might have broken a rib
or two.”
Joey’s attention shifts back to Dove, who is now on one knee,
clutching her side, the pain written all over her face. “I’m not
forgetting this, McNamara!” she threatens, her eyes narrowing.
“The next time we meet, it’s not ending well for you!”
Katherine, ever defiant, blows a mocking kiss at Joey as they
turn to leave. The victorious Awesome Aries head toward their
locker room, the air filled with the electric tension of
unresolved rivalries and the promise of future encounters that
would surely escalate further. As the door swings shut behind
them, Dove looks up, her expression a mix of pain and
determination, silently vowing that this won’t be the last they
see of her.
Written by The Badass Barbies
#Post#: 5650--------------------------------------------------
Re: 10 Rounds - Laura Marano vs Dove Cameron in the Ring
By: awesome aries Date: November 13, 2024, 3:37 pm
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Katherine McNamara’s eyes narrowed as she stepped into the
locker room, her intense workout barely scratching the surface
of her simmering frustration. The recent fallout from the
grueling boxing match between Laura Marano and Dove Cameron
still lingered in her mind, but it was Joey King who occupied
her thoughts. Katherine had been waiting for an opportunity to
settle the score with Joey, and fate had seemingly delivered her
a perfect moment.
Joined by her trusted allies, Kelsey Chow and Ashley Benson,
Katherine moved through the gym with quiet determination. They
hadn’t planned on any confrontations, but when Madison Beer
appeared, the air in the room immediately grew tense.
Madison, dressed in sleek gym gear and oozing confidence, gave
the trio a suspicious once-over as she leaned casually against
the doorframe. “What are you girls doing here in Los Angeles?”
she asked, her tone laced with equal parts curiosity and
disdain.
Katherine didn’t hesitate, stepping forward and crossing her
arms. “We could ask you the same thing, Madison. Last I checked,
this gym wasn’t exclusive to the plastics.”
Ashley Benson smirked, leaning against the lockers. “Besides,
some of us actually come here to work out, not just pose for
Instagram.”
Madison’s eyes flashed with irritation. “Cute, Ashley. But I
wasn’t talking to you,” she snapped, shifting her gaze back to
Katherine. “Word is, you’ve got unfinished business with Joey.
What’s the matter? Couldn’t take her down last time, so now
you’re lurking in the shadows?”
Kelsey Chow chuckled softly, her voice calm but cutting. “Funny,
coming from someone who’s always in the background, hoping to
catch a bit of the spotlight.”
Madison stepped forward, her jaw tight as she squared up to
Katherine. “Listen, you three might think you’re something
special, but this isn’t your turf. And if you’re looking for
Joey, you might want to think twice. She’s not someone you can
push around.”
Katherine’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Oh, don’t worry,
Madison. I’m not here to push her around—I’m here to put your
little friend in her place. And if you’re so eager to defend
her, maybe you’d like to step in first?”
The room was charged, the tension palpable as the four women
locked eyes. Katherine’s icy composure clashed with Madison’s
fiery glare, while Ashley and Kelsey stood ready, backing their
friend without hesitation. It was clear that this chance meeting
was more than just a coincidence—it was the spark for something
far bigger.
Madison turned to Ashley, her gaze slowly sweeping over her fit
figure, clearly scrutinizing every inch.
"Working out with your new team, huh? Finally lost that muffin
top, I see," she said with a sly smirk.
Ashley’s jaw tightened, her fists clenching as her arms tensed
at her sides. It was clear she was doing everything in her power
to keep her
temper in check.
Ashley Benson: "We’re here to work out, in case you’re
wondering. But the real question is, what are you doing here?
Thought you had your own fancy Barbie gym to prance around in."
Madison Beer: (shrugging with mock indifference) "Maybe I felt
like getting away from my teammates for a change. Not
everything’s about you, Ashley."
The tension was immediate as Madison and Ashley started circling
each other, their eyes locked like predators sizing up their
prey. The air grew thick with anticipation, the energy in the
room shifting as if a storm were brewing.
Before things could escalate, the King sisters entered the
locker room, their confident stride making it clear they weren’t
here to play mediator.
Hunter King: (smirking as her gaze swept the scene) "Well, well,
look at what we’ve stumbled into. Madison, maybe you should
stand down. This isn’t the time or place to beat these
weaklings."
Katherine McNamara: (stepping forward with a sharp, mocking
grin) "You’re absolutely right, Hunter. We wouldn’t want to mess
you up too badly here. Your teammates deserve a front-row seat
to watch your little Barbie butt get whipped all over again."
Hunter’s expression hardened, her smirk fading as she locked
eyes with Katherine. Madison’s lips twitched in annoyance, her
hands clenching into fists, while Ashley and Kelsey stood behind
Katherine, ready for anything. The room crackled with unspoken
challenges, the rivalry between the groups boiling to the
surface as insults hung in the air, daring anyone to make the
first move.
Joey crossed her arms and smirked at Katherine, her tone sharp
and confident. "The only butts getting whipped around here are
yours, McNamara. So why don’t you get out of our way before we
have ourselves a little problem?"
Katherine’s eyes narrowed as she stepped closer, her voice
dripping with disdain. "I’ve had enough of your smart mouth,
Joey. Why don’t we step into the ring and settle this one-on-one
– women to women?"
Joey didn’t hesitate. "That’s fine with me, Katherine. Let’s go
do it."
Katherine gestured to her friend. "We even have a referee.
Kelsey used to officiate, so she can score our fight and keep it
clean."
Joey raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with suspicion. "That’s
not really fair, Kat. You’ve got your own referee. What about
Hunter seconding me? And if Kelsey gets out of hand or lays a
finger on me, she’ll have to deal with Hunter."
Kelsey scoffed but stepped forward, her tone cool and
challenging. "That’s fine with me, but Hunter, don’t you dare
lay a hand on me, or you’ll have a problem."
Hunter leaned in, her voice steady but firm. "You don’t scare
me, Kelsey. Just call it fair, and I won’t have to hurt you.
What do you say?"
Before Katherine could respond, Ashley stepped in, her gaze
locked on Madison. "What about us? Madison, you’ve done a lot of
talking lately, and it’s time for us to settle our differences."
Madison tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "We can be
seconds to Joey and Kat. If things get out of hand, we’ll keep
it even. Don’t think you intimidate me, Ashley. If you want to
go, we can go."
Ashley’s voice turned icy, her challenge direct. "I have a
better idea, Madison. Let’s have an arm-wrestling match and see
if you’re even worthy of meeting me in the ring."
Madison laughed, a mocking edge to her tone. "That sounds good
to me. When do you want to do this?"
Ashley didn’t miss a beat. "The sooner, the better. Why don’t we
take care of this right now? Or are you scared?"
Madison shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Fine with me. Just
don’t count your eggs before they’re laid. You might be
surprised when I beat you."
Kelsey clapped her hands, breaking the rising tension.
"Katherine, why don’t you and Joey go get ready to box? Ashley
and Madison can handle this now. Let’s get everything settled
today."
Ashley and Madison glared at each other with fiery intensity as
they sat down at the table. Kelsey set up the pads, centering
their arms for the arm-wrestling contest. The tension in the
room was thick, and the two rivals could hardly contain their
disdain for each other.
Ashley smirked, her confidence evident. “You’re not going to
last 10 seconds, Madison. Better brace yourself for
disappointment.”
Madison shot back, her voice dripping with venom. “Please. The
only thing I’m bracing for is the sound of your whiny excuses
when I crush you.”
Kelsey raised her hand. “Alright, ladies, keep it clean. Let’s
do this.”
As Kelsey dropped her hand to start the match, Madison surged
ahead, quickly gaining control and forcing Ashley’s arm
downward.
“Not so tough now, are you?” Madison sneered as she strained
against Ashley’s arm.
Ashley gritted her teeth, her biceps flexing as she fought back,
slowly dragging the struggle back to center. “You’re all talk,
Madison. Let’s see if you can handle this.”
Ashley’s determination began to pay off as she forced Madison’s
arm down inch by inch. Victory was within her grasp when Madison
abruptly pulled her arm back, wincing theatrically.
Ashley frowned, her tone biting. “What’s the matter, Madison?
Can’t take the heat?”
Madison rubbed her wrist, feigning injury. “Relax, Ashley. My
wrist’s hurting. I just need my strap.” She reached into her bag
and slipped on a wrist guard, glaring at Ashley as she prepared
for another round.
“Excuses already? Pathetic,” Ashley muttered as Madison sat back
down.
Kelsey reset their positions, centering their hands once again.
“Alright, ready? Go!”
Madison started strong, just like before, but Ashley dug in, her
arm trembling with exertion as she clawed back to center.
Madison’s face twisted with effort as she tried to maintain
control, but Ashley began overpowering her once again, forcing
her hand downward.
“You’re finished, Madison,” Ashley said through gritted teeth, a
triumphant grin spreading across her face.
Madison, desperate, suddenly grabbed the side of the table for
leverage. “Cheating now?” Ashley growled, mimicking Madison’s
move to counter.
Ashley slammed her advantage, pushing Madison’s arm closer and
closer to the table. Madison’s face turned red with effort, and
just as it looked like she was about to lose, she jerked her arm
free and slammed it across the table, smacking Ashley’s arm
hard.
“Cheap shot, you coward!” Ashley shouted, leaping to her feet.
Before Ashley could react further, Madison reached across the
table and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Ashley yelped as her
head was yanked forward and slammed against the table.
Kelsey tried to intervene. “Stop it! Both of you—”
Madison shoved the table aside, knocking Kelsey off balance as
she lunged at Ashley.
The two women crashed to the floor, clawing and punching with
wild abandon. Madison straddled Ashley, raining down furious
punches as Ashley desperately tried to block.
“Not so tough now, are you?” Madison snarled, her punches
landing hard on Ashley’s face and chest.
Ashley managed to grab Madison’s hair and yank her head to the
side, momentarily disorienting her. Using the distraction,
Ashley rolled them over, pinning Madison beneath her.
“You’re going to regret this, Madison!” Ashley hissed, driving a
punch into Madison’s ribs.
But Madison wasn’t done. She twisted her body, breaking free of
Ashley’s grip and flipping them back over. She grabbed Ashley’s
wrists and pinned them above her head, leaning in close.
“You’re all talk, Ashley. Admit it—you can’t beat me,” Madison
taunted, her voice dripping with malice.
Ashley spat up at her, writhing beneath her rival. “Go to hell!”
The fight continued with neither woman willing to back down,
their screams and grunts echoing through the gym. Kelsey finally
regained her footing and dove in, grabbing Madison around the
waist and pulling her off Ashley.
“Enough! Both of you!” Kelsey shouted, trying to wrestle Madison
away.
Ashley scrambled to her feet, her face flushed with anger. “This
isn’t over, Madison. You’re going to pay for this!”
Madison smirked, her breathing heavy. “Anytime, Ashley. Just
name the place.”
Madison shoved Kelsey aside, her eyes blazing with rage. “Stay
out of the way, Kelsey. This is between me and Ashley!”
Ashley took the opportunity to kick out from underneath Madison,
scrambling to her feet. Blood trickled down her temple as she
wiped it away with the back of her hand.
“Don’t leave yet, Madison,” Ashley growled. “We’re not through
here.”
Ashley grabbed a discarded chair and swung it toward Madison
with full force. Madison ducked, sidestepping the swing, and
wrenched the chair from Ashley’s hands. But before Madison could
use it, Ashley lunged, slamming into her. Both women tumbled to
the floor again, a chaotic blur of clawing hands and wild
punches.
Their screams and curses filled the room as they pummeled each
other without mercy. Blood trickled from both women’s faces,
their breaths ragged and their movements fueled purely by fury.
Kelsey, trying once more to intervene, grabbed Madison by the
waist to pull her off Ashley. Madison twisted, snarling at her.
“Don’t touch me, Kelsey! Stay out of this!” Madison snapped.
Before Kelsey could react, Hunter and Joey entered the scene,
their eyes widening at the sight of the bloodied and battered
rivals.
“Enough!” Hunter barked, shoving Kelsey aside and grabbing
Madison. Joey joined her, dragging Ashley away as the two rivals
struggled to break free and keep fighting.
Kelsey stumbled backward but was caught by Katherine, who had
just entered the gym. Katherine’s sharp gaze darted between the
chaos before settling on Joey.
“I don’t know what’s going on here,” Katherine said coolly, “but
I’ve had enough of your Barbie drama, Joey. Get your flabby
assss in the ring. Let’s settle this.”
Joey smirked, brushing her hair back as she stepped toward the
ring. “Fine by me, Katherine. But what about Kelsey? I don’t
trust her to play fair.”
Katherine exchanged a quick look with Kelsey, who was still
catching her breath. “Kelsey’s not stopping this fight, Joey.
She’s just here to make sure you don’t try anything dirty. But
if you’re so scared of her, maybe you should rethink stepping
into the ring with me.”
Joey laughed, her tone mocking. “Scared? Of you? Please. Let’s
do this.”
As Katherine climbed into the ring, Kelsey helped her fasten her
gloves. Ashley and Madison, still fuming, wiped the blood from
their faces and stood on either side of Kelsey, silently
watching.
Katherine glared at Joey from across the ring, her gloves
tightening. “Are you ready to get destroyed, Joey?”
Joey smirked, stepping into her corner and throwing a few
practice jabs. “Don’t worry, Katherine. By the time I’m done,
you’ll wish you never walked in here.”
Kelsey stood between Katherine and Joey, glancing from one to
the other with a faint smirk. "No worries there, Joey. I’m just
here to issue the ten counts. When you can’t get up after ten,
then you lose. Simple as that."
Hunter crossed her arms, her presence a looming warning. "And
I’ll make sure there aren’t any fast counts. No funny business
from your referee, Katherine."
Madison leaned against the ropes, her eyes narrowing at Ashley.
"And I’ll keep my eyes on Ashley to make sure chubs over there
doesn’t try anything. You know how desperate your little team
can get."
Katherine rolled her shoulders, stepping forward. Her sharp tone
sliced through the tension. "Fine. Let’s just do this. I’m sick
of you Barbie girls thinking you can run your mouths and get
away with it."
Joey smirked, stepping into the center of the ring to meet her
rival. "You’re about to regret every word that come out of you
mouth, Katherine."
Kelsey stepped back, gesturing between them. "Alright, girls.
Shake hands, shove, or do whatever. Let’s have at it."
Katherine and Joey stepped closer, their eyes locked in an icy
stare. Neither made a move to shake hands. Instead, Katherine
shoved Joey hard, sending her stumbling back a step. Joey caught
herself, grinning with mock amusement.
"That the best you’ve got?" Joey taunted, her voice dripping
with sarcasm.
Katherine smirked. "Don’t worry. I’ve got plenty more where that
came from."
Kelsey stepped back to the ropes. "Alright, ladies. Enough talk.
Let’s fight."
The crowd of onlookers, including Hunter, Madison, and Ashley,
leaned in with anticipation as the tension snapped, and the two
rivals lunged at each other with fierce determination.
The Fight:
Katherine and Joey locked eyes, their hatred clearly visable as
they slowly circled each other, fists raised. Every muscle in
their bodies tensed as they prepared to unleash hell. Katherine
jabbed first, her fist cutting through the air toward Joey’s
face, but Joey deflected it with a sharp flick of her glove.
Joey countered with a brutal right hook that grazed Katherine’s
jaw.
The tentative exchanges quickly dissolved into a savage slugfest
as both women closed the distance, throwing haymakers with
reckless abandon. Katherine’s fists pummeled Joey’s ribs, her
knuckles slamming into flesh with sickening force. Joey
retaliated with a vicious uppercut to Katherine’s chin, snapping
her head back. The impact made Katherine wince, but she grit her
teeth, refusing to show weakness.
Each punch landed with resounding thuds, the sound echoing
around the gym. Joey’s right hook smashed into Katherine’s
mouth, splitting her lip open. Katherine hissed through the
blood and answered with a devastating straight to Joey’s nose,
which sent a spray of blood across the ring. Neither woman gave
an inch, even as their faces began to swell and redden.
The pace slowed slightly as Katherine grabbed Joey, tying her up
in an attempt to reset. But Joey used her strength to muscle
Katherine into the ropes. Grabbing the opportunity, Joey drove
her fist deep into Katherine’s midsection once, twice, three
times, each punch drawing a groan of pain from her rival.
Katherine lashed out with a wild left hook, desperate to break
free, but Joey ducked it with lightning speed. With a roar, Joey
surged forward, ramming her shoulder into Katherine’s stomach.
Katherine doubled over in agony, gasping for air, and Joey
seized the moment and landed a perfectly timed left hook to the
side of Katherine's head. Katherine flew off to the side and hit
the mat hard, the impact leaving her head spinning.
Kelsey stepped in, starting the count. “One... two...”
Joey stood over Katherine, her chest heaving as she caught her
breath. Katherine glared up at her, fury burning in her eyes. By
the count of eight, Katherine pushed herself to her feet, wiping
blood from her mouth as she readied herself.
“Back at it, it's 1-0 Joey” Kelsey declared, motioning them
forward.
Joey came in aggressively, aiming to finish what she started.
But Katherine was ready. She ducked under Joey’s overhand right
and exploded with a punishing left-right combination that caught
Joey flush on the jaw. Joey’s head snapped back, her legs
wobbling as she staggered into the ropes.
Katherine didn’t let up. She surged forward, raining down a
flurry of punches that connected with Joey’s ribs, stomach, and
chin. Joey groaned, her back pressed against the ropes as she
struggled to block the onslaught. Desperate, Joey grabbed
Katherine in a clinch, trying to buy herself time to recover.
But Katherine wasn’t having it. Using the clinch to her
advantage, she pummeled Joey’s ribs with short,sharp, brutal
hooks. Each blow drew a pained grunt from Joey, her grip
weakening. Katherine saw her chance and broke free, delivering a
crushing left-right combo to Joey’s jaw.
Joey’s legs gave out, and she crumpled to the mat. Her chest
rose and fell rapidly as she tried to push herself up, but her
arms shook with the effort.
“One... two... three...” Kelsey began, her voice cutting through
the heavy breathing and tension in the room.
Joey finally rolled to her side and made it to one knee by the
count of eight, but the damage was done.
The score was tied 1-1, and the hatred between them only burned
brighter as they squared off again, bloodied but unbroken.
Kelsey brought Katherine and Joey back to the center of the
ring. The fight had already devolved into a brutal war, and both
women bore the marks of their intense battle—bloodied lips,
bruised cheeks, and swelling around their eyes. They raised
their guards, swaying side to side as Kelsey prepared to restart
the fight.
Before she could, chaos erupted outside the ring. Ashly charged
around the perimeter and tackled Madison to the floor, their
screams echoing through the gym as they clawed at each other
like feral animals. They rolled across the floor, pulling hair,
slapping, and throwing wild punches. A security guard rushed in,
trying to separate the two, but their rage was too much, and he
called for backup.
In the midst of the commotion, Kelsey’s attention was diverted.
She didn’t see Hunter discreetly slip Joey a roll of nickels.
Joey clenched it in her fist, biding her time as Kelsey turned
back and motioned for the fight to continue.
Katherine moved in first, her sharp jabs snapping Joey’s head
back repeatedly, forcing her against the ropes. Joey looked
cornered, her frustration mounting as Katherine’s fists hammered
into her ribs, breasts, and face. But Joey bided her time,
waiting for an opening. When Katherine stepped in a little too
close, Joey grabbed the back of her head with her free hand,
twisting her off balance.
With a wicked grin, Joey pulled back and unleashed a brutal
right hand, the roll of nickels adding devastating weight to her
punch. The blow landed square on Katherine’s temple with a
sickening crack. Katherine’s eyes glazed over, and her legs gave
out as she crumpled to the mat, completely unconscious.
Kelsey, still unaware of the hidden weapon, rushed over to check
on Katherine. It wasn’t until a few nickels fell from Joey’s
fist onto the mat that the truth became clear.
Hunter, standing ringside, screamed at Kelsey, demanding she
count Katherine out. Kelsey froze for a moment, her gaze
flickering between the unconscious Katherine and the
incriminating nickels on the mat. When she moved toward Hunter,
visibly furious, Hunter climbed onto the ring apron, yelling at
Kelsey to do her job.
Kelsey, fueled by anger, shoved Hunter off the apron. Before she
could confront Joey, the fighter stepped forward and shoved
Kelsey hard enough to send her stumbling. For a moment, it
seemed as though the ring would descend into complete chaos.
Despite her fury, Kelsey reluctantly began the count. “One...
two...”
Hunter grinned as she grabbed the roll of nickels from Joey,
stuffing them quickly into her gym bag. She took a moment to
soak in the victory, standing tall as Kelsey reached the
ten-count. The crowd cheered and jeered, but Hunter was already
celebrating, her smile widening as she threw her arms up in
triumph.
Joey, looking smug, stood beside her, enjoying the spoils of
their dirty work. Kelsey, her anger still boiling, slowly made
her way to the center of the ring, pointing a finger at Hunter
like a weapon.
“Explain the nickels!” Kelsey demanded, her voice sharp and
accusing. Her eyes locked onto Hunter, demanding an answer.
Joey stepped forward with an innocent shrug, a wicked smirk
playing on her lips. “Nickels? I have no idea,” she said,
feigning confusion. “Maybe they’re from Katherine last night at
the strip club.” She and Hunter burst into laughter, the sound
echoing throughout the arena.
Hunter bent down to look at Katherine, who was still groggy on
the mat. “Maybe nickels are all she can get for tips,” she said
with mock sympathy. “Poor thing.”
Kelsey’s eyes narrowed, her fists clenching with fury. “I smell
foul play here! Joey cheated!” She stepped toward them, her
voice rising in volume, but her accusations were met with
another round of mocking laughter.
Hunter threw her head back and laughed louder, tossing her hair
over her shoulder. “Cheated?” she scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous,
Kelsey. You’re just sore because we beat her fair and square.
Maybe if Katherine had some real skills instead of relying on
cheap tricks, she wouldn’t have ended up face-first on the mat.”
Joey added, “Yeah, and maybe you should focus on your own
fighters instead of accusing everyone else. Katherine’s the one
who’s really embarrassed here, not us.”
Kelsey was on the edge of losing control. Her fists were shaking
with rage, but she fought to keep her composure. She knew this
wasn’t over. “I’m not done here,” she growled. “You two might’ve
won today, but mark my words, I’ll make sure you pay for what
you did.”
Hunter and Joey exchanged a smug look, clearly not intimidated.
They stood tall, looking down at Kelsey, as the tension in the
ring thickened.
Joey took a step closer to Kelsey, her smile darkening. “Go
ahead and try. But be careful, Kelsey. You might end up on the
mat next to your weak little friend.”
Hunter’s voice was laced with venom. “You might want to take a
step back before we remind you why no one messes with us.”
The room was charged with electricity, the threat of another
fight hanging in the air. But Kelsey, though furious, knew
better than to escalate things further—at least for now. With
one last glare at the triumphant duo, Kelsey turned and made her
way to Katherine, who was starting to stir on the mat.
Hunter smirked, dismissing Kelsey’s accusations with a casual
flick of her wrist, clearly unfazed. But the referee, seeing the
simmering tension, wasn’t having it. The room held its breath
for a moment before Kelsey exploded with a sharp right hook that
landed flush across Hunter’s jaw.
The impact was brutal, snapping Hunter’s head back, but she
quickly recovered, snarling as she swung a vicious uppercut that
rocked Kelsey’s head. The two women stood toe to toe, exchanging
blows with lightning speed—each punch landing with sickening
force. Kelsey was quick on her feet, but Hunter’s strength was
undeniable.
Hunter managed to land a devastating punch to Kelsey’s stomach,
but Kelsey was relentless. With a growl of fury, she rammed her
knee into Hunter’s gut, doubling her over. The sound of air
being knocked out of Hunter’s lungs was audible, but before
Kelsey could press her advantage, Joey pounced.
“Enough of this,” Joey growled, seizing Kelsey from behind. With
her arms pinned, Kelsey was vulnerable. Hunter, still winded,
found her footing again and took advantage, stepping forward to
deliver a brutal punch to Kelsey’s stomach. The blow was enough
to send Kelsey crumpling to the mat, gasping for air as she
collapsed, clutching her ribs.
The gathering crowd roared in anger, but the two women stood
tall over their fallen rivals, their victory apparent. Joey
looked down at Kelsey, a smug grin on her face. “You should’ve
kept your mouth shut,” she taunted.
Hunter, brushing off the lingering sting from Kelsey’s punch,
stood next to Joey, hands on her hips. “Next time, Kelsey, maybe
you’ll think twice before accusing us of cheating,” she sneered,
clearly reveling in their dominance.
But their moment of triumph was short-lived. The sound of
security rushing in was deafening. Guards stormed the ring, and
before either Hunter or Joey could react, they were dragged
away, struggling and laughing as they taunted the crowd.
Kelsey pushed herself up with effort, each movement a reminder
of the pounding her body had just endured. She could feel her
ribs aching with every breath, the bruises and cuts marking her
skin like badges of defiance. But her glare remained fixed on
the door where Joey and Hunter had just been dragged out, their
laughter echoing through the arena. She could still hear their
taunts, and it only fueled the fire that burned deep within her.
“I’m not done,” Kelsey muttered under her breath, her voice low
but full of venom. She clenched her fists, her knuckles white
from the pressure. She wanted more. She needed more.
Her gaze shifted to Katherine, who was slowly picking herself up
from the mat. Katherine’s face was a mess of swelling and
bruises, but there was a spark in her eyes—a fierce
determination that told Kelsey everything she needed to know.
Katherine wasn’t the type to quit, and neither was Kelsey.
With a grimace, Kelsey turned to the medics who were still
hovering near her. “Get away,” she snapped. “I’m not some
helpless victim. I’ll heal on my own.”
Kelsey’s words were sharp, but they held a weight of truth. She
wasn’t about to be treated like she was done. Her mind raced
with thoughts of revenge. They had taken their shot—now it was
her turn.
As Katherine rose to her feet, she met Kelsey’s gaze, both women
locking eyes. There was no love between them, no friendly
gestures. But there was something unspoken: respect. Despite
their rivalry, they knew this wasn’t just about pride or
titles—it was about survival. They were both willing to fight
until the end, no matter the cost.
The crowd, sensing the electric tension in the air, held their
breath, awaiting what would come next. The ring felt smaller,
the atmosphere charged with anticipation. The seconds stretched
into eternity.
Kelsey slowly stood, her body protesting but her resolve
unshakable. “Let’s finish this,” she said through gritted teeth,
her voice a warning.
Katherine didn’t need any more words. She stepped forward,
bruises and cuts still visible on her face, but her posture was
strong, determined. She was ready.
Hunter and Joey swaggered toward the locker room, their bodies
still riding high on their victory. Their smug grins and playful
demeanor were like salt in the wound for Kelsey and Katherine,
who stood seething in the middle of the ring, barely able to
hide their fury. The two women glared at the retreating figures,
but it wasn’t enough to stop Hunter and Joey from looking back
over their shoulders, their laughter echoing like a mockery.
Hunter turned, tossing her hair back with a smirk. “You
shouldn’t have started something you couldn’t finish, Kelsey,”
she called out, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “This is what
happens when you mess with the Hunter sisters—or any of our
Barbie teammates. Didn’t think you could hang, did you?” She
snickered, looking over at Kelsey like she was nothing more than
an afterthought.
Joey, with her arm around Hunter’s shoulders, gave a dismissive
wave toward Katherine. “Hey, message me sometime, Katherine, if
you really want another beating. I’ll be more than happy to give
it to you again, sweetheart,” she taunted, her words sharp and
condescending, as though their earlier fight had been nothing
more than a casual stroll in the park.
Kelsey’s teeth ground tight onto her gum shieeld, her fists
clenched at her sides, but she held back. The humiliation of
being outclassed by these two bimbos was gnawing at her, but she
wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of a reaction just
yet.
Katherine’s eyes were dark with rage, but she, too, stayed
quiet, her jaw tight. She wanted to go after them, to shove them
off their high horses, but the damage had been done.
Hunter and Joey shared a look, laughing among themselves as they
finally turned to leave, leaving Kelsey and Katherine standing
there in the aftermath. The crowd’s murmurs grew, the tension
still thick in the air, but no one dared move forward. It was as
if they were waiting for the next explosive moment to come.
But for now, it was just Kelsey and Katherine, simmering in the
ring—alone with their rage and their humiliation.
Written by The Awesome Aries
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