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Dove Cameron and Laura Marano - The Final Straw
By: BadAssBunnies Date: January 25, 2025, 10:49 pm
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Fight 01: Lauren Donzis vs Sofia Carson
3 – 5 Minute Rounds – MMA
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Round 1:
The tension was thick as the two fighters stepped into the
octagon. Sofia Carson, known for her lightning-fast footwork and
long reach, paced back and forth, her eyes never leaving Lauren
Donzis. Lauren, shorter and stockier, had an intensity about her
that suggested she’d been waiting for this moment.
The referee called for the fight to begin, and Sofia wasted no
time, closing the distance with a jab that snapped Lauren’s head
back. Sofia followed up with a quick one-two combination, her
gloves a blur as they connected with Lauren’s guard. Lauren
weathered the shots, her arms absorbing most of the impact, but
Sofia’s speed was already proving to be a problem.
Lauren attempted to close the distance, ducking under another
jab and rushing forward. Sofia sidestepped beautifully, her
footwork keeping her just out of reach. She peppered Lauren with
another jab, followed by a sharp leg kick that echoed through
the arena. Lauren winced but pressed forward, her determination
unshaken.
As Sofia circled, looking for angles, Lauren lunged forward,
feinting a punch before shooting for a double-leg takedown.
Sofia reacted quickly, sprawling to defend the takedown, but
Lauren’s strength was undeniable. With a fierce grunt of effort,
Lauren powered through, driving Sofia into the cage wall and
locking her hands around Sofia’s thighs. Sofia struggled, but
Lauren’s grip was like iron.
With a sudden burst of strength, Lauren lifted Sofia off the
ground, twisted in mid air then slammed her onto the mat.
Lauren's teammates erupted as Lauren transitioned quickly,
pinning Sofia’s legs with her own and moving into half guard.
Sofia tried to squirm free, her legs flailing as she used her
long arms to push against Lauren’s shoulders.
Lauren wasn’t having it. She postured up and began raining down
punches. Sofia covered up, her gloves shielding her face, but a
few shots slipped through, landing on her jaw and temple. Sofia
bucked her hips, trying to create space, but Lauren’s weight
kept her grounded.
Sofia’s corner screamed for her to shrimp out and regain guard.
She managed to slide one leg free, regaining some control, but
Lauren immediately pressed her back down, brilliantly
transitioning to side control. Lauren’s grappling was on full
display as she locked Sofia’s arm in place and began working for
a submission.
Sofia, realizing the danger, used her speed to her advantage.
She twisted her body, slipping out of Lauren’s grasp just as the
arm triangle was about to be secured. Rolling onto her knees,
Sofia scrambled to her feet, creating distance between herself
and Lauren.
Now back on her feet, Sofia shook out her arms and reset her
stance. Lauren, however, was relentless. She rushed forward
again, eating a sharp knee to the body from Sofia but managing
to grab hold of her opponent. Sofia tried to push her away, but
Lauren tripped her, sending her back to the mat.
This time, Lauren landed directly in mount. Sofia’s eyes widened
as she realized the precarious position she was in. Lauren
wasted no time, pinning Sofia’s arms down and unleashing a
barrage of punches. Sofia twisted her hips, attempting to buck
Lauren off, but the stronger fighter stayed on top, her punches
landing with increasing accuracy.
Sofia’s long legs came into play as she managed to push off
Lauren’s hips, creating just enough space to escape. She slid
out from under Lauren and scrambled back to her feet, breathing
heavily. Lauren was quick to follow, her grappling-heavy
approach clearly wearing on Sofia’s stamina.
With less than a minute left in the round, Sofia tried to keep
the fight at a distance. She landed a crisp one-two combination,
followed by a spinning back kick that caught Lauren in the ribs.
Lauren staggered slightly but recovered quickly, charging
forward and clinching Sofia against the cage.
In the clinch, Lauren delivered punishing knees to Sofia’s
thighs, softening her up for another takedown attempt. Sofia
tried to push her away, but Lauren’s strength was overwhelming.
With a sudden twist, Lauren tripped Sofia again, landing in side
control just as the bell clanged to end the round.
Round 2:
The bell for Round 2 rang, and both fighters surged out of their
corners with determination etched into their faces. Lauren
Donzis, still riding the high of her dominant first round,
stormed forward with her hands raised, ready to grapple again.
Sofia Carson, however, had different plans.
Her corner’s advice echoed in her mind: “Stay on the outside,
keep it clean, and target her body.” Sofia snapped her jab, the
glove smacking against Lauren’s guard. The sound reverberated
through the cage, but Sofia wasn’t finished. She darted in and
out of range, peppering Lauren with a rapid-fire one-two
combination before circling out.
Lauren growled in frustration, her temper beginning to flare as
she realized Sofia wasn’t going to stand still. She pressed
forward, trying to cut off the cage, but Sofia was like
quicksilver, slipping away and punishing her for every step.
“Come on, Carson!” Lauren barked, her voice dripping with
irritation. “Fight me, you little coward!”
Sofia’s lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, I’m fighting, honey. You
just can’t keep up.”
The taunt seemed to ignite a fire in Lauren, who lunged forward
with a looping overhand right. Sofia sidestepped with ease, her
footwork graceful as she delivered a sharp kick to Lauren’s
ribs. The impact was audible, and Lauren grimaced, her movements
faltering for a split second.
Sofia seized the moment, launching a flurry of punches to
Lauren’s midsection. Her gloves thudded against Lauren’s
stomach, ribs, and sides with precision, each shot digging
deeper into her opponent’s core. Lauren grunted with every blow,
her guard dropping slightly to protect her aching body.
Sofia wasn’t done. She dipped low and unleashed a vicious left
hook to Lauren’s liver. The impact made Lauren’s knees buckle,
her face contorting in pain. Sofia pressed her advantage,
driving her knee upward in a brutal strike that caught Lauren
square in the breast.
Lauren let out a strangled gasp, stumbling back as she clutched
her aching chest. Her sports bra shifted slightly from the force
of the blow, and her face turned beet red—not just from the pain
but from the sheer humiliation.
“So this is how it’s gonna be, huh?” Lauren spat, her voice
tight with anger. She charged forward recklessly, ducking her
head and swinging wildly.
Sofia’s eyes lit up. She stepped back, waiting for the perfect
moment, then drove her knee upward again—this time catching
Lauren directly in the face.
The crack of the impact silenced the crowd for a brief moment as
Lauren crumpled forward, falling face-first onto the mat. Blood
poured freely from her nose, staining the canvas as the Sofia
backed away and raised her hands clearly not willing to follow
Lauren to the mat. The referee finally stepped in.
“Back up, Sofia,” the ref ordered, “Or I'm counting you out.”
Sofia retreated to her corner, her chest rising and falling as
she caught her breath. She glanced down at Lauren, whose face
was smeared with blood, and smirked.
Lauren, however, was far from finished. She used the cage to
pull herself upright, her eyes blazing with fury. Blood dripped
from her busted nose, but she wiped it away with the back of her
glove and glared at Sofia.
“Let me at her!” Lauren shouted as the ref’s count reached
eight.
“Stay calm, Lauren!” her corner yelled. “Pick your shots and get
her on the ground!”
Lauren ignored the advice, charging at Sofia with reckless
abandon. Sofia was ready, snapping an uppercut that caught
Lauren square on the jaw. Lauren’s head snapped back, but she
didn’t stop. She barreled forward, wrapping her arms around
Sofia’s waist and driving her into the cage.
Sofia struggled to stay upright, but Lauren’s strength was
overwhelming. With a roar, Lauren lifted Sofia off her feet and
slammed her onto the mat. The crowd erupted as Lauren climbed on
top, her legs straddling Sofia’s torso as she began to rain down
punches.
“Not so fast now, are you you little b!tch?” Lauren growled, her
fists pounding against Sofia’s guard.
Sofia squirmed beneath her, using her long legs to try and
create space, but Lauren was relentless. She switched her
attack, driving sharp elbows into Sofia’s face. One particularly
brutal strike split Sofia’s nose, and blood began to flow,
staining both fighters.
Sofia’s corner screamed at her to escape, but Lauren’s weight
and ferocity made it nearly impossible. Sofia covered up as best
she could, her gloves absorbing most of the punches, but a few
slipped through, connecting with her cheek and jaw. A nasty
bruise began to form on her left cheek, evidence of Lauren’s
brutal ground-and-pound.
“Come on, Sofia!” Lauren taunted, leaning in close as she
continued her assault. “You wanted to strike? Let’s see how that
works when you’re on your back!”
The final seconds of the round ticked away, and Sofia could do
little more than survive. Her arms trembled from the effort of
blocking, and her breaths came in ragged gasps as Lauren kept
her pinned.
When the horn sounded, the referee stepped in, pulling Lauren
off of Sofia. Lauren stood, her chest heaving as she glared down
at her bloodied opponent. Sofia sat up slowly, wiping the blood
from her face as she stared daggers at Lauren.
Both fighters were battered and bruised, but the momentum had
shifted again. The question now was whether Sofia could recover
in the next round or if Lauren’s relentless aggression would
continue to dominate.
Here’s the epic conclusion to Sofia Carson vs. Lauren Donzis
with all the intensity and drama you requested:
Round 3:
The tension thick as the bell for the third round rang. Sofia
Carson emerged from her corner with determination in her eyes,
her movements sharp and precise despite the bruises marring her
face. Across the cage, Lauren Donzis looked like a storm ready
to unleash its fury. Blood still trickled from her battered
nose, but her expression was one of pure defiance.
Sofia immediately got to work, using her speed to stay on the
outside and pepper Lauren with jabs. The first one snapped
Lauren’s head back, reopening the cut on her nose and causing
fresh blood to drip onto her chest.
Lauren snarled, charging forward with reckless abandon, but
Sofia danced away, her footwork impeccable. She threw another
jab, followed by a quick right cross that connected cleanly with
Lauren’s already-bloodied nose.
Lauren let out a frustrated scream. “Come on! Stay still, you
little twT, and fight me!”
Sofia smirked, circling just out of Lauren’s reach. “I am
fighting you, Lauren. And I’m kicking your ass.”
The taunt only fueled Lauren’s rage. She swung wildly, but Sofia
was too quick. She ducked under a looping hook and came back
with a devastating one-two combo. The first punch landed
squarely on the bridge of Lauren’s nose, and the second—a
perfectly timed straight right—connected with her chin.
Lauren’s legs buckled. Her body swayed for a moment before she
crumbled to the mat, falling onto her side.
The Disney corner erupted as Sofia backed away, clearly not
wanting to engage on the ground again after the punishment she
had endured in the previous round. Lauren rolled onto her hands
and knees, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. Blood dripped
from her face, staining the mat as she slowly pushed herself up.
“Get up, Lauren!” her corner shouted. “You’ve got this!”
Sofia waited patiently, her eyes locked on Lauren like a
predator stalking its prey. As soon as Lauren was upright, Sofia
snapped out a double jab that smashed into Lauren’s face, each
punch causing her head to snap back.
A follow-up right cross slammed into the side of Lauren’s full
left breast, drawing a sharp gasp of pain from her lips. She
staggered back, clutching her chest as she struggled to catch
her breath.
“What’s wrong, Donzis?” Sofia taunted, her voice dripping with
mockery. “Did I hurt you?”
Lauren’s face turned crimson, a mix of rage and embarrassment.
“That’s it!” she screamed, charging forward recklessly.
Sofia planted her feet and unleashed a right hand that caught
Lauren square on the jaw, but Lauren fought through the impact,
barreling into Sofia and pinning her against the cage.
This was Lauren’s world now, and she wasted no time asserting
her dominance. She drove a brutal knee into Sofia’s gut,
eliciting a pained grunt. Another knee followed, and Sofia’s
body folded slightly as the air was driven from her lungs.
Sofia tried to push Lauren away, but the smaller fighter’s
strength was overwhelming. Lauren pressed her forearm against
Sofia’s throat, keeping her pinned as she unleashed a nasty
elbow to the side of Sofia’s head. The impact sent Sofia
crashing to the mat, her body limp as she tried to protect
herself.
Lauren pounced like a lioness, straddling Sofia and raining down
a relentless barrage of punches, hammerfists, and elbows.
Sofia’s guard grew weak, her movements sluggish as she tried to
fend off the onslaught. Blood began to trickle from a fresh cut
above Sofia’s eyebrow, mingling with the sweat and grime on her
face.
“Come on, Carson!” Lauren snarled, her voice filled with venom.
“What happened to all that speed, huh? What happened to kicking
my ass?”
Sofia’s corner was screaming at her to move, but she was
trapped, overwhelmed by Lauren’s raw power. A hammerfist landed
flush on her temple, and Sofia’s arms fell to her sides, her
eyes glazing over.
Lauren paused for a split second, a sinister grin spreading
across her face. “You’re done,” she hissed, before transitioning
smoothly to side control.
With precision and ruthlessness, Lauren locked in an arm
triangle choke. Sofia’s body jerked as she struggled against the
hold, her legs kicking weakly against the mat. The choke was so
tight that Sofia couldn’t even lift her hand to tap out. Her
movements slowed, her body going limp as the blood flow to her
brain was cut off.
From the corner, Sofia’s coaches screamed, “She’s out, ref!
She’s out!”
The referee finally stepped in, pulling Lauren off of Sofia’s
lifeless body. Lauren rose to her feet, her chest heaving as she
stared down at her fallen opponent. Blood dripped from her face
onto the mat, but her expression was one of triumph.
The referee raised Lauren’s arm in victory, but she wasn’t done.
She turned to the Disney Princesses, her voice echoing through
the arena.
“WHO’S NEXT?” she bellowed, her gaze challenging each of Sofia’s
teammates. “WHO’S NEXT?”
The Disney Princesses exchanged nervous glances, their
confidence shaken as they looked at Sofia’s crumpled form on the
mat.
Lauren stood tall, her fists raised in triumph, as the teamates
roared their approval. It was a dominant and brutal performance,
one that left no doubt about her place in the cage.
Lauren Donzis wins by Arm Triangle Submission at 3:34 of the 3rd
Round.
Post-Fight Chaos: Lauren Donzis vs. Olivia Rodrigo
The crowd was still buzzing from Lauren Donzis’ brutal victory
over Sofia Carson when tensions boiled over at the edge of the
cage. As the referee tried to revive a still-unconscious Sofia,
Dove Cameron stormed into the cage with the Disney Princess
corner following close behind. Her face was a mask of anger, her
voice cutting through the noise.
“What the hell, Donzis?” Dove shouted, her hands on her hips.
“You held onto that arm triangle way too long!”
Lauren, still catching her breath and wiping blood from her
face, turned to face Dove, unbothered. “Settle down, Cameron,”
she snapped, her voice dripping with defiance. “She got what she
deserved.”
That’s when Olivia Rodrigo stepped forward, her jaw tight with
fury. She shoved past Dove, her eyes locked on Lauren. “What the
hell was that, Donzis? Sofia was out! You don’t hold onto a
choke like that!”
Lauren smirked, brushing off Olivia’s anger. “Oh, cry me a
river, Rodrigo. Maybe you should teach your girl how to tap
faster. This is MMA, not a Disney musical.”
Olivia’s face twisted with rage. Without warning, she took a
swing at Lauren, her fist aimed straight for her jaw. Lauren
ducked the punch just in time and countered by bull-rushing
Olivia, tackling her to the mat with a thud.
Chaos ensued as the two rolled across the cage floor, trading
wild slaps and punches. Olivia grabbed a handful of Lauren’s
hair, yanking hard as Lauren retaliated by driving a forearm
into Olivia’s ribs.
“Break it up!” shouted Dove, rushing forward along with Laura
Marano and members from both corners.
It took multiple people to pull the two fighters apart. Lauren’s
team grabbed her arms, dragging her back as she struggled
against their grip, her chest heaving with fury. Olivia, her lip
now split and blood dripping onto her chin, was being restrained
by Dove and Sofia’s corner.
“You want some more, Rodrigo?” Lauren taunted, her voice cutting
through the pandemonium. “You want some more? Come at me
anytime, princess!”
“You’re lucky they’re holding me back!” Olivia shot back, her
face flushed with anger. The left strap of her top had been
ripped in the scuffle, hanging precariously over her shoulder.
“Next time, you won’t be so lucky!”
The tension was electric, both teams glaring daggers at each
other. But finally, after a few tense moments, the situation
began to settle. Dove and Laura took control ordering their
fighters back to their corners and reminding them of the
evening’s schedule.
As Lauren stormed out of the cage, still buzzing with
adrenaline, Dove and Sofia’s corner worked to calm Olivia down.
The mood turned serious as attention shifted to the two
actresses lacing up their gloves. Lindsay Lohan stood in her
corner, her red gloves gleaming under the lights as Laura
adjusted her gum shield. Bella Thorne was in the opposite
corner, her eyes blazing with confidence as she shadowboxed, her
sharp movements drawing cheers from her fans.
But even as the anticipation for the next fight built, the
tension between Lauren Donzis and Olivia Rodrigo lingered in the
air, promising that their rivalry was far from over.
Written by The Badass Barbies
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Re: Dove Cameron and Laura Marano - The Final Straw
By: BadAssBunnies Date: January 28, 2025, 10:31 am
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Fight 02: Lindsay Lohan vs Bella Thorne
6 – 3 Minute Rounds – Boxing
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The tension in the squared circle was at an all time high as
Dove Cameron stepped into the center of the boxing ring,
commanding attention with her stern presence. The teams settled
into an expectant hush, the energy simmering as Dove voice cut
through the ring. Her piercing green eyes flicked between
Lindsay Lohan and Bella Thorne, who were already in their
respective corners, bouncing lightly on their feet, their gloves
gleaming under the bright lights.
“Alright, listen up!” Dove’s voice rang out, sharp and clear.
“This is a six-round fight. Three minutes per round. Standard
boxing rules apply—no rabbit punches, no hitting below the belt,
and no other cheap shots. Any fouls will cost you.” Her gaze
locked onto Lindsay with an intensity that could cut glass. “And
trust me, Lohan, We’ll be watching.”
Lindsay smirked, casually rolling her shoulders as if Dove’s
warning was a mere annoyance. “Don’t **** look at me, blondie,”
she fired back, her voice dripping with disdain. “Maybe you
should keep an eye on that cheap gutter wh0re over there
instead.” She jerked her head toward Bella Thorne, who stood
leaning casually against the ropes, a cocky grin plastered
across her face.
Bella let out a sharp laugh, her gloved hands resting on her
hips. “Oh, please, Lindsay. You’ve got some nerve talking about
cheap, considering you’ve been coasting on your Mean Girls fame
for decades. What’s next? A nostalgia tour? Maybe sign some
autographs for all your washed-up fans after I knock your ass
out?”
Lindsay’s smirk disappeared, her eyes narrowing as she stepped
closer to the center of the ring. “Big talk from someone who’s
been nothing but a tabloid trainwreck. You think you’re tough
because you pose half-naked on Instagram and throw tantrums at
nightclubs? Sweetheart, I’ve been through more fights than
you’ve had bad hair days—and that’s saying something.”
Bella pushed off the ropes, walking toward Lindsay with
deliberate confidence. The teams murmured, sensing the
electricity between them. “Oh, I’m so scared,” Bella sneered,
her voice mocking. “The queen of rehab thinks she can throw a
punch. Newsflash, you saggy old grandma: this isn’t the early
2000s. You’re old news, and tonight, I’m going to put you out of
your misery one punch at a time.”
Dove stepped between them, placing a firm hand on each fighter’s
chest to keep them apart. “Back to your corners, both of you,”
she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.
But Lindsay wasn’t finished. “You know what, Bella? I’ve got
this feeling you’re going to cry the second I land my first
punch. You’ve got that fragile little ego. Bet you’re already
planning your next Barbie excuse. ‘Oh, I broke a nail! Oh, I
slipped!’”
Bella barked out a laugh, her eyes blazing. “Fragile? That’s
rich coming from someone who spends more time in mugshots than
in gyms. Face it, Lindsay. You’re not ready for this. You’re not
ready for me.”
From her corner, Bella’s teammates shouted for her to focus, but
she barely heard them, too locked into the verbal sparring.
Lindsay’s lips curled into a smile, sharp and cutting. “Oh, I’m
ready, sweetheart. Ready to remind everyone why I’m a legend
while you’re just a cheap knockoff with too much eyeliner and
not enough talent.”
Bella stepped closer again, her gloves raised slightly, as
though daring Lindsay to make the first move. “Keep running your
mouth, Lohan. I’ll shut it for you soon enough.”
The excitement grew, the heated exchange fueling the
anticipation. Dove raised her voice once more. “Enough! Back to
your corners! The fight hasn’t even started, and you two are
already embarrassing yourselves.”
Lindsay snorted, turning to head back to her corner.
“Embarrassing? That’ll be Bella in about five minutes, **** up
on the mat.”
Bella took a few steps backward, her smirk never faltering.
“Dream on, Lindsay. I’m going to make sure you’re eating through
a straw by the time I’m done with you.”
Dove shook her head, stepping off to the side as the tension
continued to simmer. Both fighters settled into their corners,
their teammates offering last-minute advice as the crowd roared
in anticipation.
This wasn’t just a boxing match—it was personal. Lindsay and
Bella’s venomous taunts had set the stage for a battle that
promised to be as brutal as it was entertaining.
Round 1: Lindsay Lohan vs. Bella Thorne
The bell rang, cutting through the raucous cheers of the crowd,
and the fight was underway. Lindsay Lohan and Bella Thorne
emerged from their corners, their movements calculated, each
assessing the other with narrowed eyes and raised guards.
Lindsay’s experience was evident from the outset. Her stance was
disciplined, her gloves high and her footwork deliberate. Bella,
on the other hand, moved with youthful confidence, her hips
swiveling as she circled her opponent, a cocky grin teasing the
corners of her mouth.
“Come on, grandma,” Bella taunted, flicking a quick jab that
Lindsay easily parried. “Show me what you’ve got, or are you
saving it for karaoke night at the rehab center?”
Lindsay smirked but didn’t bite. Instead, she stepped forward,
feinting with her left hand before snapping a right cross of her
own that connected squarely with Bella’s left breast. The
younger woman gasped, and the Lindsey snickered.
Bella recovered quickly, her eyes narrowing as she reset her
stance. “Lucky shot,” she muttered, throwing a one-two combo
aimed at Lindsay’s head. Lindsay weaved to her left, the punches
slicing through the air inches from her face. “Gotta try harder
than that, sweetheart,” Lindsay quipped, her tone dripping with
condescension.
The two fighters danced around the center of the ring,
exchanging probing jabs and testing each other’s defenses.
Bella’s speed became apparent as she slipped inside Lindsay’s
range, landing a quick left hook to the ribs followed by a right
cross that grazed Lindsay’s temple. Lindsay absorbed the shots,
backing up and adjusting her guard.
“You feel that?” Bella sneered, pressing her advantage. “That’s
just the beginning, grandma.”
Lindsay responded with a sharp counter, ducking under Bella’s
next punch and driving a right hand into Bella’s midsection.
Bella grunted, the impact halting her momentum, and Lindsay
followed up with a left hook to the jaw. Bella's knee buckled,
her grin replaced by a grimace as she stepped back to regroup.
“You were saying?” Lindsay fired back, her voice cold and
cutting.
The momentum shifted as the round progressed. Lindsay, relying
on her experience, maintained a steady rhythm, landing precise
punches to Bella’s body and head. Bella’s speed and aggression
kept her competitive, but her strikes lacked the same precision.
At the halfway point of the round, Bella found an opening.
Faking a jab, she dipped low and drove a powerful left hook into
Lindsay’s liver, followed by a straight right to the mouth.
Lindsay’s knees buckled slightly, and Bella seized the moment,
peppering her with a flurry of punches that forced Lindsay onto
the ropes.
Lindsay responded with grit. Covering up, she absorbed Bella’s
punches before slipping out of the trap with a pivot. She
retaliated with a snapping jab that caught Bella on the nose,
followed by a straight right that sent Bella stumbling backward.
“You’ve got a big mouth, Bella,” Lindsay said, her voice steady
despite the exertion. “Too bad you don’t have the skill to back
it up.”
Bella’s eyes flashed with anger as she shook off the punches.
She stepped forward, firing a wild overhand right that Lindsay
ducked effortlessly. Lindsay countered with a short uppercut
that snapped Bella’s head back, drawing a gasp from Bella's
corner.
The final minute of the round saw both fighters dig deep. Bella
landed a clean one-two combo to Lindsay’s head, her speed
finally breaking through Lindsay’s defenses. But Lindsay
answered with a punishing left hook to Bella’s ribs, followed by
a straight right to the gut that had Bella clinching to stop the
assault.
Dove stepped in to break them apart, and the fighters squared up
again. Bella threw a quick jab-cross combination, but Lindsay
slipped both punches and delivered a thunderous hook to Bella’s
temple just before the bell rang.
The teams erupted as the fighters returned to their corners,
both breathing heavily and sporting the early signs of battle.
Bella’s cheek was reddened, and a small trickle of blood leaked
from her lower lip. Lindsay’s ribs were visibly bruised, but her
eyes remained sharp, her confidence intact.
Round 1 Score: 10-9 Lindsay Lohan
Round 2:
The atmosphere in the ring shifted as Laura Marano stepped
through the ropes, gesturing for Dove Cameron to step aside.
“Move it, Cameron,” Laura said sharply, snapping on a pair of
referee gloves. “I’ll take over for this round—just to keep
things fair and square.”
Dove gave her an incredulous look, but Laura didn’t budge,
standing firm with her hands on her hips. Dove stood firm
glaring at Laura but eventually backed down. Dove shrugged,
muttering something under her breath as she exited the ring
while Laura stood firm. Lindsay and Bella stood
in their corners, eyeing the new referee. Bella flashed a sly
grin, while Lindsay raised an eyebrow but kept her focus on the
task at hand.
“Let’s keep it clean,” Laura said, though her tone suggested she
was ready to let the chaos unfold. “And Lindsay, try not to
break her jaw this time.”
Lindsay smirked, rolling her shoulders. Bella leaned against the
ropes, licking the blood from her lower lip. “Don’t worry about
me, Laura,” Bella quipped, her voice dripping with mock
sweetness. “I’ll still be prettier than her after this round.”
Laura shook her head and called for the bell. The second round
began.
Bella came out fast, clearly intending to set the pace. Her
footwork was sharp, her movements fluid as she darted in and out
of Lindsay’s range. She opened with a snapping jab that popped
against Lindsay’s guard, then feinted left before landing a
quick right to Lindsay’s ribs.
“Too slow, Linds,” Bella taunted, dancing out of range before
Lindsay could counter. “You should’ve stayed in rehab—this isn’t
your scene anymore.”
Lindsay’s expression darkened, but she didn’t lose her
composure. She kept her guard tight, stalking Bella across the
ring, waiting for the younger woman to overcommit. Bella,
however, was sticking to her game plan. She peppered Lindsay
with quick combinations, targeting her body and arms to wear her
down.
A particularly sharp one-two combination landed on Lindsay’s
ribs and jaw, forcing her to step back. Bella seized the
opportunity, throwing a vicious left hook that glanced off
Lindsay’s temple.
“That all you got?” Lindsay growled, her voice low and
dangerous.
Bella grinned, her confidence surging. “Not even close.”
She unleashed a flurry of punches, her speed keeping Lindsay on
the defensive. A right cross slipped through Lindsay’s guard,
slamming into her mouth and snapping her head back. The crowd
roared as Lindsay stumbled, momentarily off balance.
Bella pressed her advantage, targeting Lindsay’s midsection with
punishing body shots. A sharp hook to the drawstrings had
Lindsay grimacing, and Bella followed it up with a devastating
hook that drove into Lindsay’s ribs.
“Feel that, Linds?” Bella hissed, her voice dripping with venom.
“That’s what happens when you step into the ring with a real
fighter.”
Lindsay gritted her teeth, refusing to back down. She waited for
Bella to overextend, and when the younger woman threw a wild
hook, Lindsay slipped it and countered with a thunderous
straight right to Bella’s nose.
The impact was brutal. Bella staggered, blood streaming from her
nostrils, but she managed to stay on her feet. Lindsay advanced,
throwing a series of jabs that forced Bella to retreat toward
the ropes.
“You were saying?” Lindsay taunted, her voice steady despite the
bruises forming on her ribs.
Bella shook her head, her grin now tinged with frustration.
“Lucky shot, grandma,” she spat, wiping the blood from her face.
As the round progressed, Bella’s speed began to take its toll on
Lindsay. The younger fighter danced around her opponent, landing
quick, stinging jabs that opened a small cut above Lindsay’s
left eyebrow.
Laura watched closely, her eyes flicking between the fighters.
“Keep it clean, Bella,” she warned as Bella landed a borderline
low shot to Lindsay’s midsection.
Lindsay responded with a powerful hook to Bella’s ribs, but
Bella rolled with the punch, minimizing the impact. She
countered with a sharp uppercut that snapped Lindsay’s head
back, sending sweat and blood flying into the air.
Lindsay growled in frustration, stepping forward with a series
of heavy hooks that forced Bella to cover up. Bella absorbed the
punches, her back hitting the ropes, but she quickly pivoted
away, resetting in the center of the ring.
Bella’s speed and precision were on full display, but Lindsay’s
power and resilience kept her in the fight.
In the closing seconds of the round, Bella landed a vicious
combination that left Lindsay reeling. A sharp jab to the nose
followed by a left hook to the jaw sent Lindsay stumbling into
the ropes. Bella advanced, throwing a devastating right cross
that caught Lindsay flush on the temple.
Lindsay’s legs buckled, and for a moment, it looked like she
might go down. But she steadied herself, her eyes blazing with
determination. As Bella moved in for the kill, Lindsay ducked
under a wild hook and delivered a punishing uppercut to Bella’s
chin.
The crowd erupted as Bella staggered backward, her legs wobbling
and her arm spinning like a windmill. Lindsay pressed forward,
landing a series of brutal body shots that left Bella gasping
for air.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the round. Both fighters
returned to their corners, their bodies battered and their faces
bruised. Bella’s nose was bleeding profusely, and a nasty welt
had formed under her left eye. Lindsay’s cut above her eyebrow
was bleeding heavily, and her ribs were visibly bruised.
Round 2 Score: 10-9 Bella Thorne Tied: 19-19
Round 3:
Bella exploded out of her corner as the bell rang, her footwork
crisp and her gloves high. She wasted no time closing the
distance, launching a series of quick jabs that forced Lindsay
onto the defensive. A sharp left jab snapped Lindsay’s head
back, and Bella followed up with a brutal right hook that
thudded against Lindsay’s exposed ribs.
The sound of glove meeting flesh echoed through the ring as
Bella worked Lindsay’s body relentlessly. She dipped low,
throwing hooks and uppercuts into Lindsay’s breasts, each shot
landing with precision and power bouncing the firm mounds up and
down.
“Go down, Lindsay,” Bella hissed as she delivered a particularly
vicious hook to the liver. “This isn’t your fight anymore.”
Lindsay grunted in pain, her elbows tucked in tight as she tried
to absorb the onslaught. Bella seized the opportunity, driving a
powerful uppercut into Lindsay’s belly that forced her to
stumble back into the ropes.
The crowd roared as Bella pressed her advantage, her gloves
moving like pistons as she continued to target Lindsay’s bruised
and battered torso. Each punch seemed to sap a bit more of
Lindsay’s strength, and her corner was visibly distressed,
shouting for Dove to step in.
“Come on, ref!” Lindsay’s corner yelled. “Break it up! She's
mugging her!”
But Dove, arms crossed as she observed the action, shook her
head. “They’re fighting,” she said simply, making no move to
intervene.
Frustrated and in pain, Lindsay managed to tie Bella up,
wrapping her arms around the younger fighter and pinning her in
close. Bella squirmed, trying to break free, but Lindsay held on
tightly, using the clinch to catch her breath.
“Get off me, grandma,” Bella growled, her voice muffled as
Lindsay pressed her head against Bella’s.
“Not until you stop hitting like a brat,” Lindsay shot back,
digging her shoulder into Bella’s chest.
The two struggled in the clinch, each throwing short punches to
the other’s body and head. Bella landed a sneaky uppercut that
grazed Lindsay’s jaw, while Lindsay drove her knee into Bella’s
thigh, drawing a sharp gasp from the younger fighter.
Finally, Dove stepped in, prying them apart with a firm shove.
“All right, break it up,” she said, glaring at both fighters.
“No more hugging. Fight.”
Bella resumed her assault immediately, throwing a series of jabs
and hooks that forced Lindsay back onto the defensive. A crisp
right cross opened the cut above Lindsay’s eyebrow further, and
blood began to stream down her face, partially obscuring her
vision.
But just as Bella leaned in to deliver another devastating body
shot, Lindsay saw her opening. With perfect timing, she launched
a thunderous uppercut that connected squarely with Bella’s chin.
The impact was explosive. Bella’s head snapped back, and her
legs wobbled as she stumbled backward, her arms flailing.
Lindsay's teammates erupted as their fighter pressed forward,
sensing her chance to turn the fight in her favor.
“You’re done, Thorne,” Lindsay snarled, her gloves flying as she
unleashed a barrage of punches. A right hook crashed into
Bella’s cheekbone, followed by a left straight that sent her
staggering into the ropes.
Bella tried to clinch, but Lindsay shoved her away, landing a
brutal combination to the body and head. Each punch seemed to
sap Bella’s strength, and her corner was on its feet, shouting
for her to hold on.
With the clock ticking down, Lindsay threw everything she had at
Bella, desperate to finish the fight before the round ended. She
landed a series of hooks and uppercuts that left Bella reeling,
her back pressed against the ropes as she tried to cover up.
“Come on, Bella!” Lindsay taunted, her voice dripping with
venom. “Where’s all that trash talk now?”
Bella didn’t respond, her focus entirely on surviving the
onslaught. She managed to slip a powerful right hook and
clinched tightly, wrapping her arms around Lindsay’s torso to
stop the barrage.
“Let go, Thorne,” Lindsay growled, trying to wriggle free.
“Make me,” Bella whispered, her voice weak but defiant.
Dove moved in, attempting to separate them, but Bella held on
until the final bell rang. The crowd erupted into cheers and
boos as the fighters returned to their corners, both battered
and bruised.
Round 3 Score: 10-9 Lindsay Lohan
Lindsay leads 29-28
Round 4:
The bell rang to signal the start of the fourth round, and
Lindsay Lohan stormed out of her corner like a lioness sensing
her wounded prey. Bella Thorne, still reeling from the
punishment she endured in the third round, was sluggish on her
feet, her guard noticeably slower to rise. The damage from
Lindsay’s relentless attacks was evident in Bella’s swollen
cheek and the way she leaned ever so slightly to her right,
protecting her battered ribs.
Laura Marano, returning as referee, stepped into the center of
the ring with a sharp gaze. “All right, keep it clean, ladies.
Let’s fight.”
Lindsay wasted no time closing the distance, jabbing to test
Bella’s reaction. The younger fighter managed to parry the first
few punches, but Lindsay quickly adjusted, feinting high and
landing a thunderous uppercut to Bella’s chin. Bella’s head
snapped back, and her legs buckled as she stumbled toward the
ropes, her arms flailing in an attempt to stay upright.
“You’re done, Thorne,” Lindsay sneered, stalking her wounded
opponent. “You should’ve stayed down last round.”
Bella clinched desperately, wrapping her arms around Lindsay to
stop the barrage. But Laura was having none of it. “Break it
up!” she barked, stepping in and forcefully separating the
fighters.
Before Bella could regroup, Lindsay lunged forward with a
devastating left hook that crashed into Bella’s ribs, followed
by a right cross that sent her crumpling to the canvas. The
crowd roared as Bella hit the mat, her body heaving as she
struggled to catch her breath.
Laura immediately began the count, her tone brisk and
authoritative. “One… two… three…”
Bella’s corner erupted in protest. “Slow it down, ref!” Dove
Cameron shouted, her voice piercing through the noise. “That
count’s too fast!”
By “seven,” Bella was on her knees, blinking rapidly to clear
the haze from her vision. At “nine,” she managed to stand,
swaying slightly but holding up her gloves to show she was ready
to continue.
Laura hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning Bella’s battered
face. “You sure you want this, Thorne?” she asked, her voice
tinged with doubt.
Bella’s corner screamed in unison, with Dove leading the charge.
“Let her fight, Laura! She’s fine!”
Laura sighed, shaking her head. “It’s your fighter that’s going
down,” she muttered under her breath. “But if you’re so
insistent, then fine. Fight.”
Lindsay immediately pounced, driving Bella into the ropes with a
brutal combination of hooks and crosses. A left hook crashed
into Bella’s temple, and a right straight smashed into her
already swollen ribs, drawing a pained grunt from the younger
fighter.
“Come on, Bella,” Lindsay taunted, her punches landing with
precision. “Is this all you’ve got? You’re pathetic.”
Bella tried to clinch again, but Lindsay shoved her off and
landed a crushing uppercut that nearly lifted Bella off her
feet. Lindsay poured on the pressure, her gloves hammering into
Bella’s body and head with ruthless efficiency.
Bella’s attempts to fight back were feeble at best. A desperate
right hook missed by a mile, leaving her open for a counter left
that snapped her head to the side. Her guard dropped
momentarily, and Lindsay capitalized, delivering a brutal right
hook to the jaw that sent Bella stumbling into the corner.
“Stay down, Thorne!” Lindsay roared, her voice dripping with
contempt.
But Bella, stubborn as ever, refused to go down. She covered up
as best she could, absorbing the punishment and waiting for an
opening to clinch.
The final minute of the round was a brutal display of Lindsay’s
dominance. She pinned Bella against the ropes, raining down
punches with relentless ferocity. A hook to the right breast
drew a sharp gasp from Bella, followed by a left uppercut that
snapped her head back.
Bella’s corner was in chaos, shouting for her to move, clinch,
or do anything to stop the onslaught. Dove’s voice cut through
the din: “Hold her, Bella! Survive the round!”
Somehow, Bella managed to wrap her arms around Lindsay, locking
her in a clinch and leaning heavily on her opponent. Lindsay,
breathing hard but still determined, tried to free herself, but
Bella clung on for dear life.
Laura stepped in again, prying them apart with a sharp shove.
“No holding! Fight!”
With just ten seconds left in the round, Lindsay launched one
final assault, landing a vicious one-two combination that
snapped Bella’s head back and left her slumping against the
ropes. The bell rang just as Lindsay loaded up another punch,
and Laura quickly stepped between the fighters, pushing Lindsay
back to her corner.
Lindsay marched back to her corner, her chest heaving as she
plopped onto her stool. Despite her dominance, she was clearly
winded, her mouth open as she gulped for air. Across the ring,
Bella collapsed onto her own stool, her body battered but her
spirit unbroken.
Bella’s team scrambled to revive their fighter, pressing ice
packs to her ribs and offering words of encouragement.
Round 4 Score: 10-8 Lindsay Lohan
Lindsay leads 39-36
Round 5:
The bell rang to start the fifth round, and Lindsay Lohan
charged out of her corner with renewed determination. Her gloves
were high, her expression fierce, and she moved with purpose,
throwing a sharp one-two combination that Bella Thorne blocked
with her tight guard. Lindsay pressed forward, targeting Bella’s
ribs and midsection, but the younger fighter’s defense held
strong, her arms absorbing the brunt of the impact.
Bella stayed composed, taking the punches on her guard while
methodically stepping back toward the ropes. She kept her chin
tucked and her eyes locked on Lindsay, calculating her next
move. The older fighter, emboldened by Bella’s apparent
passivity, increased her output, hammering away with hooks and
straights that thudded harmlessly into Bella’s gloves and arms.
But by the one-minute mark, Lindsay’s pace began to falter. Her
punches lost some of their snap, and her footwork became less
precise. Sweat dripped down her flushed face as she took a step
back, momentarily lowering her guard to suck in air.
Bella’s eyes lit up with recognition, a sly smirk tugging at the
corners of her mouth. “What’s the matter, grandma?” she sneered.
“Nap time already?”
Lindsay shot her a glare, but the taunt had struck a nerve.
Bella kept her cool, dancing lightly on her toes and baiting
Lindsay with feints. The older fighter took the bait, throwing a
sluggish right hook that Bella easily sidestepped, countering
with a quick jab to Lindsay’s cheek.
By the midpoint of the round, it was clear that Lindsay had
punched herself out. She stepped back again, this time bending
over with her hands on her knees as she gasped for air. Bella
saw her opportunity and pounced, closing the distance with a
quick shuffle and unloading a crisp combination to Lindsay’s
exposed midsection.
“Not so tough now, are you?” Bella taunted, her gloves thudding
against Lindsay’s ribs and belly.
Lindsay tried to retreat to the center of the ring, but Bella
cut her off, backing her into the ropes with a flurry of
punches. Dove Cameron, serving as referee, watched intently but
made no move to intervene despite protests from Lindsay’s
corner.
“Let them fight,” Dove said dismissively, waving off Laura
Marano’s complaints from ringside.
Bella pressed her advantage, pinning Lindsay against the ropes
and working the body with ruthless efficiency. Her gloves
slammed into Lindsay’s sides, ribs, and stomach, each punch
drawing a pained grunt or moan from the older fighter.
Lindsay’s guard was high, protecting her face, but it left her
body wide open. Bella exploited the opening mercilessly,
delivering punishing hooks to the ribs and straights to the
belly. The cumulative effect was evident in Lindsay’s labored
breathing and the way her knees wobbled with each impact.
“You like that, Lohan?” Bella jeered, landing a particularly
brutal right hook to the liver. “Bet you wish you were playing
bingo at the retirement home.”
Lindsay tried to push Bella away, planting her gloves on the
younger woman’s shoulders, but Bella shrugged her off and
resumed her assault. She shifted her focus to Lindsay’s chest,
targeting her opponent’s already bruised and battered breasts.
The sound of Bella’s gloves smacking against Lindsay’s chest was
audible even over the crowd’s roar. Each punch elicited a pained
moan from Lindsay, her body jerking with the force of the blows.
Lindsay’s legs finally gave out under the relentless onslaught.
A thunderous left hook to the ribs followed by a right uppercut
to the sternum sent her crumpling to the canvas. She landed on
her side, clutching her ribs as she gasped for air, her face
contorted in pain.
Bella stepped back, raising her gloves triumphantly as Laura
Marano shouted from the sidelines. “Stop the fight, Dove! She’s
done!”
But Dove ignored the calls, beginning the count as Lindsay
struggled to rise. “One… two… three…”
Lindsay rolled onto her hands and knees, her body trembling with
effort. By “seven,” she was on one knee, and at “nine,” she
managed to stand, leaning heavily against the ropes for support.
Dove scrutinized her closely. “You good to continue?”
Lindsay nodded weakly, raising her gloves. “Yeah… I’m good.”
Bella smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of her battered
opponent. “You’re gonna regret getting up, Lohan.”
The younger fighter closed in, throwing a barrage of punches
aimed at Lindsay’s chest. Lindsay tried to block, but her arms
were too slow, and Bella’s gloves found their target again and
again. The older woman’s moans grew louder with each impact, her
body jerking against the ropes as Bella worked her over.
By the final 30 seconds of the round, it was all Bella. She
alternated between hooks to the ribs and straights to the chest,
keeping Lindsay pinned and defenseless. The Princesses were on
their feet, roaring as Bella dominated the round.
The bell rang mercifully to end the fifth, and Dove stepped
between the fighters, pushing Bella back to her corner. Lindsay
slumped onto her stool, her chest heaving as her team worked
frantically to revive her. Bella, by contrast, looked fresh and
energized, a smug grin on her face as she sat confidently in her
corner.
“Enjoy the rest, Lohan,” Bella called across the ring. “You’re
not gonna survive the next round.”
Round 5 Score: 10-8 Bella Thorne
Lindsay leads 47-46
Round 6:
The atmosphere in the arena was electric as Lindsay Lohan sat
slumped on her stool, her chest heaving and her eyes glazed. Her
corner worked frantically, dousing her with water and shouting
encouragement, but it was clear she was beaten up and barely
holding on. When the bell rang for the sixth round, Lindsay
attempted to rise, but her legs betrayed her. She pushed herself
up halfway before her knees buckled, and her butt cheeks slapped
back down onto the stool with a resounding thud.
Laura Marano, acting as referee for the final round, stepped
closer, her expression torn. “That’s it, Lohan,” she said
firmly, shaking her head. “You’re done. I’m not letting you go
back out there.”
“Like hell you aren’t, Marano! You're not my boss!” Lindsay
snarled, her voice hoarse. She pushed herself up again, wobbling
precariously on unsteady legs.
From Bella Thorne’s corner, taunts rang out mercilessly. “WEAK
AS ****!” Bella shouted, her gloves tapping together in
anticipation. “I knew it! I knew you didn’t have it in you,
Lohan! All talk and no fight, your soft!”
Lindsay’s face twisted in fury as she turned toward Bella, her
legs trembling but her determination unshaken. “You want me,
Thorne?” she spat, her voice cracking. “I’m not losing to a ****
like you!”
She shoved Laura aside and stumbled forward, her gloves barely
raised. Laura hesitated, torn between her instincts as a referee
and the fighter’s sheer will to continue. Finally, with a
resigned sigh, she waved the fight on. “Fine. But don’t say I
didn’t warn you.”
Bella wasted no time, darting forward with the energy of someone
who knew victory was within reach. She kept her guard high and
her movements crisp, steering clear of Lindsay’s sluggish
attempts at counters. The younger fighter had no intention of
going for an easy headshot knockout. Instead, she focused on
Lindsay’s vulnerable midsection, targeting her battered body
with brutal precision.
Lindsay tried to clinch, leaning into Bella to smother her
offense, but Bella shoved her back into the ropes with ease.
“Stay up, grandma,” Bella taunted, grinning wickedly. “I’m not
done with you yet.”
A hard left hook slammed into Lindsay’s ribs, followed by a
vicious right to her liver. Lindsay winced, her arms dropping
slightly as she struggled to protect her torso. Bella seized the
opening, peppering her opponent with a relentless barrage of
punches.
Lindsay’s legs buckled again, and she stumbled forward off the
ropes, her guard practically nonexistent. Bella’s grin widened
as she cocked her arm back and unleashed a thunderous left hook
aimed directly at Lindsay’s solar plexus.
The impact was devastating as the air hissed from Lindsay's
lungs. Bella sidestepped then buried her left glove deep into
Lindsay’s midsection, driving out what little remaining air was
left in her lungs. Lindsay’s mouthguard shot out, landing
unceremoniously on the canvas, and her body folded in half like
a collapsing tent.
For a moment, she leaned into Bella, her head resting on the
younger fighter’s chest, her breaths gasping and labored. Then,
as if gravity finally claimed her, she slid down Bella’s torso,
her face brushing against the younger woman’s abs before
crumpling to her knees. From there, she fell onto her side, her
body spasming as she desperately tried to draw air back into her
depleted lungs.
“It’s over!” Laura shouted, rushing to Lindsay’s side as she
waved her hands to signal the end of the fight. Bella stepped
back, raising her gloves triumphantly as her corner erupted into
cheers and jeers.
“You should’ve stayed down the first time,” Bella sneered,
looking down at Lindsay’s trembling form. “Guess even old dogs
need to learn a new trick or two.”
Laura shoved Bella toward her corner, glaring at her. “Back off,
Thorne! Show some class for once.”
“Class?” Bella barked out a laugh. “I just gave her a boxing
lesson. That’s all the class she deserves.”
Bella returned to her corner, where her teammates from the
Princesses stable were already celebrating. Dove Cameron and the
others hoisted Bella onto their shoulders, parading her around
the ring as she soaked in the adoration of the crowd.
In Lindsay’s corner, her team worked frantically to help her
recover. She was still on the mat, her body still folded but
steady as she slowly regained her senses. Despite the
humiliation of defeat, there was a flicker of defiance in her
eyes as she looked up at Bella, who smirked back with unbridled
confidence.
“Better luck next time, Lohan,” Bella called out mockingly as
she flexed her biceps. “Oh wait—you’re not getting one.”
Bella Thorne beat Lindsay Lohan by KO dues to body punches at
1:55 of Round 6
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Fight 03: Main Event
Dove Cameron vs Laura Marano
5 – 5 Minute Rounds – MMA
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The Night So Far
The night had already seen two brutal matches, with each team
securing a victory. In the first bout, Lauren Donzis, one of
Laura’s rising stars, defeated Sofia Carson in an intense MMA
fight. Lauren’s speed and striking overwhelmed Sofia, and the
victory gave Laura’s camp the early advantage.
But the Disney Princesses struck back in the second fight. Bella
Thorne, a fiery and relentless fighter, faced Lindsay Lohan in a
brutal boxing match. Despite Lindsay’s early dominance, Bella
staged a stunning comeback, knocking Lindsay out in the sixth
round and evening the score for Dove’s team.
Now, the rivalry was tied at one win apiece. The tiebreaker
would not only decide bragging rights for the night but also the
future of the long-standing feud between Dove Cameron and Laura
Marano.
The Stakes
This wasn’t just another fight; it was personal. For years, Dove
and Laura had been at war, with their battles drawing fans from
across the UCC and beyond. Each fight had been a nail-biter,
with Laura narrowly edging out victories in their last two
encounters. Her knockout win over Dove in the boxing ring had
been particularly devastating, leading Laura to declare herself
the definitive winner of their rivalry and in her mind finally
breaking Dove for good..
But Dove wasn’t ready to concede. A win tonight wouldn’t just
break the tie for the evening—it would prove she could finally
best Laura in a high-stakes fight. For Laura, another victory
would cement her dominance over Dove and effectively putting an
end their rivalry, once and for all. While Dove was devastated,
she knew that she had a chance to even the score while a defeat
would in fact end the rivalry.
The Fighters Take the Stage
The gym buzzed with anticipation as the fighters prepared to
enter the cage. The MMA cage stood in the center of the
facility, surrounded by teammates from both camps. Dove’s team
cheered her on from ringside. Laura’s crew radiated confidence,
clearly expecting another win for their confident leader.
Dove entered first, her green eyes blazing with determination.
Her blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and her taut
abs glistened under the bright lights. She shadowboxed as she
approached the cage, her movements fluid and controlled. The
Princesses erupted in cheers as she climbed into the octagon,
her bare feet gliding over the mat.
Moments later, Laura made her entrance. The room filled with a
mix of cheers and boos as she strode confidently toward the
cage. Her lean, sculpted tone frame was on full display in her
black yoga shorts and bandeau top. She raised her arms, basking
in the attention before stepping inside. After her last two
dominating wins, Laura was bursting with confidence.
The Final Words
As they met in the center of the cage for the referee’s
instructions, the tension was electric. Dove stood with her
hands on her hips, her chest rising and falling steadily as she
locked eyes with Laura. Laura, in turn, smirked and bounced
lightly on her feet, exuding confidence.
“You ready to lose in your own gym, Dove?” Laura taunted.
“Keep talking,” Dove shot back. “It’s the only thing you’re good
at.”
“Besides beating you up in a catfight, oh and then knocking you
out in the ring.”
As the referee stepped back, both fighters retreated to their
corners, the stakes clear in their minds. The cage door closed,
and the sound of the latch echoed through the gym.
This wasn’t just a fight. It was a battle for dominance, pride,
and the future of one of the fiercest rivalries in UCC history.
Round 1:
The fighters circled cautiously at first, each testing the
other’s range with probing jabs. Dove, known for her cerebral
fighting style, was quick on her feet, her movements fluid as
she danced just outside Laura’s reach. Laura, in contrast,
adopted a more aggressive stance, her lead leg bouncing lightly
as she feinted a few strikes to gauge Dove’s reactions.
Laura was the first to engage, firing a sharp one-two
combination that forced Dove to retreat. She followed it up with
a low kick that **** against Dove’s thigh, drawing an audible
reaction from the crowd. Dove nodded, acknowledging the strike,
but quickly retaliated with a crisp jab that snapped Laura’s
head back.
The pace quickened as Laura pressed forward, unleashing a flurry
of punches aimed at Dove’s head and torso. Dove ducked under a
wild hook and countered with a straight right hand to Laura’s
midsection, followed by a quick leg kick that sent Laura briefly
off balance.
Sensing Dove’s rhythm, Laura closed the distance and initiated a
clinch. This was her domain, and she wasted no time asserting
her dominance. She drove her knee into Dove’s ribs, eliciting a
grunt of pain, and followed up with another vicious knee to the
stomach.
Dove tried to create space, pushing against Laura’s shoulders,
but Laura maintained control, pressing Dove against the cage.
From there, Laura landed short sharp punches to Dove’s sides and
a sharp elbow that grazed her temple. Dove winced but didn’t
panic. She managed to slip her arm under Laura’s and reverse the
position, pressing Laura into the cage instead.
Now it was Dove’s turn to strike. She delivered a series of body
punches and a sneaky uppercut that caught Laura on the chin.
Laura responded with a quick elbow, but Dove ducked under it and
landed a knee of her own to Laura’s abdomen.
The referee eventually separated them, and the fight returned to
the center of the cage. Both fighters appeared slightly winded
but no less determined.
Laura resumed her aggressive approach, landing a clean left hook
that forced Dove to cover up. Sensing an opening, Laura threw a
high kick aimed at Dove’s head, but Dove ducked just in time and
countered with a devastating right hand to Laura’s ribs. The
sound of the impact echoed through the gym.
Dove followed up with a spinning back kick that landed flush on
Laura’s stomach, momentarily staggering her. Laura gritted her
teeth and fired back with a jab-cross combination, followed by a
brutal body kick that made Dove take a step back.
With less than two minutes left in the round, Dove feinted a
high strike and shot for a takedown. Laura reacted quickly,
sprawling to defend the attempt. Dove transitioned into a
single-leg takedown attempt, but Laura used her speed to twist
free and punish Dove with a hammer fist to the back of the head
as they scrambled.
Dove eventually pulled Laura into her guard, but Laura wasn’t
eager to stay on the ground. She stood up and backed away,
gesturing for Dove to get back to her feet.
“You’re not dragging me down there,” Laura taunted as Dove rose.
The final minute of the round was a showcase of striking prowess
from both fighters. Laura landed a clean straight right that
snapped Dove’s head back, but Dove immediately retaliated with a
vicious left hook that sent Laura stumbling sideways.
Sensing an opportunity, Dove surged forward, landing a body kick
and a flurry of punches that had Laura covering up. Laura,
however, wasn’t done. She planted her feet and unleashed a
thunderous overhand right that connected with Dove’s cheek,
briefly wobbling her.
Their teams were on its feet as the round drew to a close, both
fighters exchanging strikes with reckless abandon. Laura landed
a spinning back fist, but Dove countered with a perfectly timed
knee to Laura’s stomach.
Winner of Round 1: Laura Marano 10-9
Round 2: Controlled Chaos
Laura feeling confident after a solid first opened the round
aggressively, throwing a sharp jab followed by a low kick that
**** against Dove’s thigh. Dove winced slightly but countered
immediately with a stiff double jab that snapped Laura’s head
back. The exchange lit a fire under both women, and they let
loose with a flurry of strikes.
Laura pushed forward with a left hook-right cross combination,
but Dove slipped the hook and ducked under the cross, responding
with a brutal liver kick that momentarily froze Laura in place.
Seeing the opening, Dove threw a spinning back elbow, grazing
Laura’s temple and forcing her to stumble back toward the cage.
Laura recovered quickly, shaking off the cobwebs as she circled
away from the danger zone. She fired a quick teep kick to Dove’s
midsection, creating space before resetting her stance.
Dove, always moving, shifted her weight for a leg kick aimed at
Laura’s outer thigh. The kick landed with a dull thud, but Laura
immediately winced and instinctively adjusted her stance. She
was quick to mask the discomfort, bouncing lightly on her toes,
but Dove’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the subtle grimace.
Dove pressed forward, feinting high to draw Laura’s guard up
before targeting the injured leg again. A second leg kick landed
cleanly, and Laura grimaced then stumbled slightly as she tried
to step away. The injury wasn’t debilitating yet, but it was
clear that Dove had found a weak point to exploit.
Despite the growing pain in her leg, Laura wasn’t backing down.
She caught one of Dove’s jabs and countered with a blistering
overhand right that rocked Dove’s head. Dove staggered back, and
Laura charged in, landing a flying knee to Dove’s ribs that
forced her to clinch.
The clinch battle was furious, with Laura using her superior
positioning to drive knees into Dove’s thighs and midsection.
Dove gritted her teeth, absorbing the blows, and retaliated with
short uppercuts to Laura’s torso. Both women were fighting for
dominance, their sweat-slicked bodies straining against each
other in the cage.
Laura managed to turn Dove into the cage, pinning her there
while unloading short punches to Dove’s sides and solid knees to
the outer thighs. However, Dove used her leverage to reverse the
position, creating just enough space to land a crushing elbow to
Laura’s jaw.
With two minutes left in the round, Dove went back to targeting
Laura’s injured leg. A series of sharp inside leg kicks landed,
each one drawing a visible reaction from Laura. She tried to
retaliate with punches, but her mobility was clearly
compromised. Dove capitalized, throwing a head kick that grazed
Laura’s temple and forced her to retreat further.
Sensing the tide turning, Dove unleashed a relentless barrage of
strikes—hooks, crosses, and body kicks—that had Laura covering
up against the cage. Dove’s punches found their mark, and
Laura’s breathing grew labored as she tried to fend off the
brutal assault.
Despite the pain and exhaustion, Laura dug deep, finding a
second wind. She slipped a jab from Dove and landed a thunderous
right hand to Dove’s cheek, sending her reeling. Laura followed
up with a spinning back fist that caught Dove on the nose,
drawing blood and momentarily halting her momentum.
With the crowd on its feet, Laura pressed forward, ignoring her
injured leg to throw a head kick that Dove barely blocked. Laura
then moved into the clinch, looking for a desperation takedown,
but Dove sprawled expertly, stuffing the attempt and landing a
brutal knee to Laura’s stomach.
In the final seconds, Dove circled away, resetting her stance
while Laura tried to keep her balance. Dove threw one last
punishing leg kick, and Laura’s injured leg finally buckled,
sending her to one knee. The referee didn’t intervene, and Dove
stepped in with a crushing right hook to Laura’s jaw knocking
her on her side just as the bell sounded.
Winner of Round 2: Dove Cameron 10-8
Round 3:
The bell for the third round sounded, and Dove Cameron wasted no
time in advancing toward Laura Marano, who emerged from her
corner with a noticeable limp. Laura’s left leg was a mess—angry
red welts ran from her thigh to her shin, and every step she
took seemed to send a jolt of pain through up her spine. Despite
her compromised mobility, Laura’s face remained set in a
determined glare, her lips pressed into a thin line as she
raised her guard.
Dove immediately went back to the game plan that had worked so
effectively in the previous round. She feinted high with a jab,
causing Laura to instinctively raise her hands, before
delivering a sharp inside leg kick to Laura’s already battered
lead leg. The impact made Laura wince and buckle slightly, and
she tried to shuffle backward to create distance.
Dove stayed relentless, darting in and out of range with fluid
footwork. A stinging double jab split Laura’s guard, followed by
a whipping low kick that struck the same purple spot on Laura’s
left thigh. Laura stumbled again, her balance increasingly
shaky, and Dove grinned with confidence, sensing that Laura
wouldn’t be able to stay upright much longer.
"You’re done, Marano!" Dove taunted, circling to her left and
firing a hard teep kick that slammed into Laura’s stomach. The
force pushed Laura back into the cage, and Dove followed her,
cutting off any escape routes.
Dove’s strikes came in relentless waves. A precise one-two
combination rocked Laura’s head, and as she raised her hands to
protect her face, Dove went low again, hammering her thighs with
brutal kicks. Laura’s leg wobbled dangerously, and she tried to
switch stances to protect it, but Dove immediately adapted,
chopping at her other leg instead.
Laura fired back with a desperate overhand right that grazed
Dove’s temple, but Dove shrugged it off and pressed forward,
digging a punishing left hook into Laura’s ribs. Laura grunted,
doubling over slightly, and Dove capitalized with a snapping
front kick that sent her reeling into the fence once more.
"You’re falling apart!" Dove hissed, pouring on the pressure
with a flurry of punches and kicks that had Laura visibly
struggling to keep up.
As dominant as Dove appeared, her laser focus on Laura’s damaged
legs began to create openings. In her eagerness to finish the
fight, Dove grew reckless, dropping her guard slightly and
telegraphing her strikes. Laura, despite her pain and
exhaustion, kept her composure and bided her time, waiting for
the perfect opportunity to strike.
With just under two minutes left in the round, Dove stepped in
with a powerful low kick aimed at Laura’s thigh. But this time,
Laura saw it coming. She checked the kick and fired back with a
devastating overhand left that connected flush with Dove’s jaw.
The sound of the punch echoed through the gym, and Dove’s eyes
went wide as her legs gave out beneath her. She crashed to the
canvas, stunned and disoriented, as Laura pounced like a lioness
on its prey.
Straddling Dove’s hips, Laura pinned her to the mat and
unleashed a storm of punches. Her fists rained down
relentlessly, hammering Dove’s face and body as Dove squirmed
beneath her, trying to regain her bearings.
"Not so tough now, are you?" Laura snarled between punches, her
voice dripping with venom.
Despite the onslaught, Dove’s survival instincts kicked in. She
managed to shield her face with her arms, absorbing most of the
blows on her forearms and elbows. Laura, sensing her chance to
finish the fight, shifted her weight to one side and aimed a
vicious elbow at Dove’s temple, but Dove saw it coming and used
the momentum to twist her hips, pulling Laura into her guard.
From her back, Dove locked her legs tightly around Laura’s
waist, limiting her mobility. She clung to Laura’s arms,
neutralizing her strikes and forcing the referee to look closely
at the action.
Laura, frustrated but determined, leaned in close and tried to
posture up, but Dove’s grip was ironclad. She controlled Laura’s
wrists and occasionally landed sharp elbows from the bottom,
forcing Laura to adjust her positioning.
Their respective teams, were on its feet, roaring encouragement
as the final seconds of the round ticked away. Laura tried
everything to break free of Dove’s guard, but Dove held on,
weathering the storm with sheer grit.
The bell finally rang, and Laura slammed her fists into the mat
in frustration before rising slowly, her limp even more
pronounced. Dove remained on her back for a moment, catching her
breath, before pushing herself up and glaring at Laura with
bloodied determination.
Winner of Round 3: Dove Cameron by a razor-thin margin.
Laura gingerly limped back to her corner, her face contorted in
agony as she dragged her battered leg behind her. Her team
swarmed her like a pit crew, frantically massaging her thigh and
shin while pressing ice packs against the swelling. Every touch
made her wince, and she clutched the edge of the stool,
breathing heavily through clenched teeth. Across the cage, Dove
Cameron wiped blood from her nose, her gaze sharp and
unyielding. The momentum had swung in Dove’s favor, but Laura
wasn’t out yet.
Laura groaned as an ice pack was pressed harder against her
throbbing thigh. "Maybe you should stand," Lauren Donzis
suggested cautiously. "If you sit too long, it’s gonna be hell
getting up."
Before Laura could respond, a familiar voice cut through the
tension.
“What are you doing here, Ariana?” Laura asked, blinking up at
Ariana Grande, who had appeared beside her corner with a sly
smirk.
“You know, I worked for Disney, too. Word is, you’re stepping in
to take charge.” Ariana’s eyes flicked to Laura’s leg, her brow
furrowing. “Yikes, that looks nasty. But listen, Dove’s
talented, sure, but she’s got a big head. You’ve got this.
Switch stances. When she goes for another leg kick, check it
hard, then punish her breasts. She hates getting hit in the ****
and I promise she will fold.”
Laura nodded, her jaw tight as she fought through the pain.
Rising slowly, she slapped her gloves together with a resounding
crack, shooting Dove a glare across the cage. The battle wasn’t
over—not by a long shot.
Round 4:
The fourth round began with an air of palpable tension. Dove
Cameron still looked dazed, her movements not as sharp as they’d
been earlier. She blinked rapidly as she shook her head, trying
to clear the lingering cobwebs from the crushing overhand left
that had floored her in the previous round.
Across from her, Laura Marano stood, a fierce determination
etched into her expression. Her leg was still battered and
unsteady, but the damage hadn’t diminished her resolve. If
anything, it had only hardened her will to push through the
pain.
As the round opened, Laura surged forward, her limp obvious but
her intentions clear. Dove circled away, trying to stay out of
range, but Laura cut her off with a quick shuffle-step and
backed her toward the fence. Dove’s footwork, normally one of
her greatest assets, was hesitant as she continued to recover
from the stunning blow in the previous round.
Laura lunged in, grabbing Dove around the back of her head and
neck, pulling her into a tight Muay Thai clinch. Dove tried to
fight her way out, but Laura’s grip was ironclad. With Dove
pinned against the cage, Laura wasted no time unleashing a
series of punishing knees.
The first knee struck Dove square in the stomach, forcing a
sharp grunt from her lips. Laura followed up with another, then
another, driving her knee into Dove’s breasts with relentless
precision. Dove twisted her torso, trying to block the strikes
with her elbows, but Laura shifted her angle, delivering a
crushing knee that glanced off Dove’s hip and caught her lower
stomach.
"You feel that, Cameron?" Laura growled, her voice laced with
venom.
Dove managed to lower her arms to protect her midsection, but
Laura adjusted her strategy. Still controlling Dove’s head,
Laura began targeting her chest. A brutal knee slammed into
Dove’s left breast, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her
body. Dove cried out, her eyes widening as another knee came in
quick succession, hammering her right breast. The force of the
blows sent ripples through her upper body, and her face
contorted in agony.
Dove squirmed, trying to escape the clinch, but Laura tightened
her hold, pulling Dove’s head down even further and driving
another knee into her sternum. The crowd gasped as the impact
reverberated through the gym. Dove’s hands instinctively went to
her aching chest, leaving her stomach exposed for another
vicious knee that drove the air from her lungs.
Realizing she couldn’t absorb much more punishment, Dove wrapped
her arms tightly around Laura’s waist, pinning herself to Laura
in a desperate bid to stall the onslaught. Laura growled in
frustration, trying to free her arms, but Dove’s grip was firm
as she desperately held on.
"Let go, coward! Take it like a real woman!" Laura hissed, but
Dove held on, clinging to her for dear life as the referee moved
in to break the clinch.
"Fight!" the referee barked as they were separated, pushing
Laura back to the center of the cage. Dove took a step back, her
chest heaving as she gulped down air, her arms instinctively
shielding her torso.
Despite her compromised leg, Laura pressed forward again. Dove
backpedaled, keeping her distance, trying to shake off the
damage she’d taken. Her punches were still sharp but lacked
their usual power, her focus seemingly more on survival than
offense.
Laura threw a snapping jab that Dove dodged, but the left cross
that followed brushed Dove’s chin. Dove stumbled slightly, her
eyes wide with alarm. She knew that if that punch had landed
cleanly, the fight might have been over.
Laura smirked, sensing Dove’s hesitation. "What’s the matter,
Dovey? Scared I’ll finish what I started?" she taunted, feinting
another jab that made Dove flinch.
Dove tried to regain her rhythm, staying on the outside and
throwing quick jabs and low kicks to keep Laura at bay. Her
strikes landed sporadically but lacked the precision and
ferocity of earlier rounds. She aimed for Laura’s injured leg a
few times but couldn’t commit fully, wary of leaving herself
open for another devastating counter to her now aching body.
Laura, for her part, focused on cutting off Dove’s angles and
pressing her against the cage again. While her leg limited her
mobility, her punches remained sharp. She threw a stiff jab that
snapped Dove’s head back, followed by a right hook that Dove
barely managed to duck under.
As the round progressed, it became clear that Laura wasn’t
landing as much as she had in the clinch, but her aggression and
forward pressure kept Dove on the defensive. Dove’s counters
were effective enough to avoid major trouble, but they lacked
the power to turn the tide decisively in her favor.
Laura managed to pin Dove against the cage once more in the
final minute, but Dove quickly escaped, circling back to the
center. However, the damage from the knees and punches she’d
absorbed earlier left her movements sluggish, and she spent the
remainder of the round throwing half-hearted strikes from range,
trying to survive until the bell.
As the bell sounded to end the round, both women returned to
their corners. Dove’s chest and midsection were reddened and
bruised from Laura’s relentless knees, and she still looked
winded, her steps shaky. Laura limped heavily, her swollen left
leg clearly hindering her movement, but she held her head high,
her eyes burning with determination.
Although Dove managed to avoid significant damage in the latter
half of the round and landed a few counters, Laura’s clinch work
and targeted strikes to Dove’s body—especially her devastating
knees—gave her a clear edge. Her forward pressure and aggression
dominated the narrative of the round.
Winner of Round 4: Laura Marano. 10-9
The fight was now tied on the scorecards, with one round left to
determine the winner. Both women were battered and exhausted,
but their mutual hatred and competitive fire ensured that the
fifth and final round would be nothing short of a war.
Round 5:
As the fifth and final round began, the stakes couldn’t have
been higher. Dove Cameron and Laura Marano, their bodies
battered and bruised, stood across the cage from each other.
Each knew the outcome of this round would not only decide the
fight but potentially their careers and pride. Dove had been
here before, facing adversity in the final moments, and she was
determined to dig deeper than ever. Laura, for her part, was a
picture of grit and defiance. Despite the damage to her legs,
she was already on her feet before the round started, bouncing
slightly to show Dove she wasn’t going anywhere.
Dove, refusing to let Laura win the mental game, got up just as
early, her eyes locked onto Laura’s with fiery determination.
The referee called them forward, and without hesitation, they
stepped to the center of the cage, ready to leave everything
inside.
Laura wasted no time, surprising Dove with a burst of speed.
Despite her battered legs, she pushed through the pain, pinning
Dove against the cage with a clinch. Laura’s hands gripped the
back of Dove’s neck, and the knees started raining down.
The first knee smashed into Dove’s belly, folding her in half
with a gasp. Before she could recover, another knee struck her
breast, forcing a shriek of pain as the crowd winced. Laura
grinned, her face contorted in satisfaction as she continued her
assault, alternating knees to Dove’s midsection and battered
breasts.
“Not so tough now, are you?” Laura hissed, her voice dripping
with venom.
Dove gritted her teeth, trying to block the onslaught, but
Laura’s ferocity was overwhelming.
Just when it seemed Laura was running away with the round, Dove
managed to slip her hands inside Laura’s clinch. Using her
superior technique, she reversed their positions, pinning
Laura’s back to the cage. Now it was Dove’s turn to unleash her
fury.
A sharp knee to Laura’s belly drew a guttural groan from her
rival, followed by a vicious knee to her breast that made
Laura’s face contort in pain.
“How’s that feel, Marano?” Dove spat, her voice filled with
venom.
Laura had no time to respond as Dove locked her in a tight Muay
Thai clinch of her own. She drove another brutal knee into
Laura’s belly, forcing the air out of her lungs with a hiss.
Then Dove began targeting Laura’s already compromised legs,
slamming her knees into Laura’s outer thighs with surgical
precision.
It didn’t take long for the effects to show. Each strike made
Laura’s stance wobblier, her ability to plant her feet
diminishing. Dove backed away briefly, surveying the damage.
Laura was limping heavily, barely able to put weight on her left
leg.
Sensing blood in the water, Dove refused to let Laura recover.
She stayed at range, landing crisp jabs and snapping kicks to
Laura’s legs. Laura hobbled forward, trying to land counters,
but her strikes lacked the power they’d had earlier in the
fight. Her punches were slow, and her kicks were practically
nonexistent.
Dove continued to pick Laura apart methodically. A sharp jab to
the face forced Laura to blink away tears, and another kick to
the thigh made her grimace in pain. Laura’s right leg, which had
been carrying the brunt of her weight, began to falter as well.
With Laura barely able to stand, Dove decided to end it. She
feinted a left hook aimed at Laura’s head, causing Laura to
instinctively raise her hands. Dove ducked low, spinning on her
heel with precision. Her left leg shot out in a reverse spinning
heel kick that connected flush with Laura’s planted ankle.
A sickening crack echoed through the gym, causing Laura’s corner
to gasp in horror. Laura dropped to the mat instantly, clutching
her ankle, her face twisted in pain. She gritted her teeth,
refusing to cry out, but the damage was clear.
Despite her compromised state, Laura tried to get up, dragging
herself toward Dove. “I can still fight!” she shouted at the
referee, her voice filled with desperation and fury.
The referee shook her head and waved off the fight. “That’s it!
She’s done!”
Laura pounded the mat in frustration, her face flushed with
anger. “She didn’t beat me! She didn’t beat me! Let me fight!
Let me fight her!” she yelled, glaring at Dove.
Dove stood over Laura, her chest heaving as she stared down at
her rival. A satisfied smirk crept across her face as she leaned
down just enough to make sure Laura could hear her.z
“Oh, but you are done, Laura. Now grab your girls and get the
f$ck out of MY gym.”
The Princesses erupted as Dove raised her arms in victory.
Laura’s teammates rushed to her side, helping her off the mat as
she continued to glare daggers at Dove. The rivalry wasn’t over
in Laura’s mind, but for now, Dove Cameron stood tall,
reclaiming her dominance in the cage.
The Aftermath: Tensions Erupt
The referee had barely raised Dove Cameron’s hand in victory
when the jeers from Laura Marano’s team began. Dove turned to
her corner, expecting celebration, but instead was met with a
wall of insults hurled by Laura’s furious teammates.
“That’s the only way Dove could ever beat Laura!” Kiernan Shipka
shouted, her voice cutting through the commotion. “If she fought
like a real woman, Laura would’ve wiped the floor with her!”
Ariana Grande, her arms crossed and eyes blazing, chimed in,
“Dove’s nothing but a big puzzy! Laura had her beaten until she
started targeting her legs like a coward.”
“You all fight like princesses!” Sophia Wylie spat, the venom in
her voice drawing the attention of Dove’s team. “Maybe next
time, try winning without breaking someone’s ankle!”
Laura, still on the mat clutching her ankle, gritted her teeth
and shot Dove a death glare. “This isn’t over, Cameron,” she
hissed. “You know this is far from over
Dove’s team weren’t about to let the insults slide. Debby Ryan,
new to the team, stepped forward with a smirk. “Who’s leader is
on the mat crawling around like a worm?” she fired back, her
tone dripping with disdain. “To me it looks like Dove kicked her
ass. Looks like Laura’s the one who can’t handle the heat.”
Paris Berelc crossed her arms and glared at Laura’s team.
“Calling Dove a cheat? That’s rich coming from the sore losers
who can’t accept that their ‘queen’ can't even get to her feet!”
Sofia Carson’s voice cut through the chaos with icy sharpness.
“If Laura was so tough, she wouldn’t be down there crying about
her leg. Maybe she should’ve prepared better instead of running
her mouth.”
Laura’s sister, Vanessa Marano, knelt beside her sibling, her
face red with fury. “This isn’t over!” she shouted, jabbing a
finger in Dove’s direction. “If you had any guts, you’d give her
a rematch right here, right now!”
Miley Cyrus snorted and stepped forward, her hands on her hips.
“Oh, give it a rest. Laura can’t even stand, let alone fight.
Maybe you should focus on getting her out of here before she
embarrasses herself even more.”
Bailee Madison joined the fray, her voice rising in anger. “You
talk big, Cyrus, but all of you princesses are the same—soft,
spoiled, and scared. If it weren’t for those cheap shots, Laura
would’ve ended Dove!”
Dove finally had enough. She stepped toward Laura’s team, her
voice cutting through the rising tension. “You want to call me a
cheat? Fine. Say whatever you want. But the fact is, your leader
is done. She couldn’t handle me, and none of you can either.”
Katherine McNamara stepped forward from Laura’s team, her face
inches from Dove’s. “Why don’t we test that theory, Cameron?
Let’s see how tough you really are without hiding behind
cowardly leg kicks.”
Before Dove could respond, Joey King appeared at her side, her
posture protective. “Back off, McNamara. You talk a lot of
smack, but let’s see how you handle someone who’s not afraid to
hit back.”
Chaos Erupts
The two teams began closing the distance between them, forming a
volatile line in the middle of the gym. Vanessa Hudgens and
Bella Thorne stood shoulder to shoulder with Dove, their eyes
locked on the likes of Kiernan Shipka and Mallory James Mahoney.
On Laura’s side, Meg Donnelly and Peyton Elizabeth Lee mirrored
their defiance, refusing to back down.
“You’re all talk,” Skai Jackson sneered, pointing a finger at
Olivia Holt. “Let’s see if you’ve got anything behind that big
mouth of yours.”
Olivia raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Careful what you wish
for, Jackson. I don’t think you’re ready for what’s coming.”
“Enough of this!” Mallory James Mahoney barked, stepping forward
from Laura’s team. “Let’s settle this right now. No refs. No
rules. Just us.”
“Fine by me,” Olivia Rodrigo shot back, cracking her knuckles.
“Let’s see how tough you all are when you’re not running your
mouths.”
The gym fell into an eerie silence as the two groups squared
off, the tension so thick it was almost tangible. Dove stood at
the forefront of her team, her eyes never leaving Laura, who was
still on the mat but gesturing defiantly toward her opponent.
“We’re not leaving until we finish this,” Laura growled, her
voice low but firm.
Dove smirked, tilting her head. “You’re already finished. But if
your team wants to get humiliated too, we’re happy to oblige.”
Both teams edged closer, their bodies tense and ready to explode
into a full-on brawl. The air crackled with anticipation as
insults continued to fly back and forth.
Finally, Miley Cyrus broke the silence. “Let’s do this.”
And with that, chaos was about to erupt.
Written by the Badass Barbies
#Post#: 5688--------------------------------------------------
Re: Dove Cameron and Laura Marano - The Final Straw
By: awesome aries Date: March 8, 2025, 4:20 pm
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The Aftermath – Dove and Laura far from Finished
Dove stood tall in the cage, glaring down at Laura, simply
daring her to move. Daring her to get up so she could prove once
and for all that she was the better cage fighter. But before
anything could happen, a commotion from outside the cage yanked
her attention away. Her blood boiled when she heard Miley Cyrus
running her mouth, and her teammate Joey King was already
squaring up with Katherine McNamara.
Katherine: "You Disney Princesses are all the same—starting shit
and then cheating your way to what you think you deserve."
Joey: "Cheating? What the hell are you talking about, Kat? Dove
beat Laura fair and square. Look at your leader, Laying in a
pool of her own tears. She can't even fucking stand! If your
leader didn't want her her legs taken out she should have
defended herself better. If you’re looking to start something,
just say the word, and I’ll finish what I started the last time
I put you down."
Katherine: "Yeah, after you cheated your way there. But you
won’t pull that crap again. Guess that’s why Kylie split you and
your sister up, huh?"
Joey’s eyes flashed with fury. "That was between us, and it’s
none of your damn business. But right now, you better watch your
smart-ass mouth before I shut it for you."
Katherine didn’t flinch. She held her ground, eyes locked on
Joey’s, and within seconds, the tension was thick enough to
snap. The two stepped closer, chest to chest, neither willing to
back down. The fire in their eyes promised that this was far
from over.
Katherine: "Back up, Joey, if you know what’s good for you."
Joey: "And what if I don’t, Kat? What the hell are you gonna do
about it?"
Their eyes locked in a venomous stare, the air between them
crackling with tension. Everyone around them could feel it—the
fragile restraint holding them back was about to snap.
They started circling, fists clenched, shoulders squared. Then,
without warning, Joey lunged, throwing a vicious barrage of
punches that slammed into Katherine, driving her backward.
Katherine snarled and fired back, her fists crashing into Joey
with just as much fury. The crowd erupted as the two tore into
each other, fists flying, their grudge exploding into an all-out
brawl.
From the cage, Dove cursed under her breath. This was spiraling
out of control. She stepped over Laura then pushed her way
through the chaos, shoving her way between them.
Dove: "Break it up, both of you! This is done! Can’t you see
Laura’s finished? You need to get the hell out of here!"
Joey took a half step back, but Katherine, still burning with
rage, threw a wild left hook that smashed into Joey’s face,
sending her stumbling backward—right into Dove.
Dove instinctively grabbed at Joey, trying to pull her away, but
Joey wasn’t having it.
With a furious growl, she ripped free and dove at Katherine,
tackling her to the floor in a brutal takedown. The two crashed
to the ground, rolling over each other, fists and nails flying
as their battle raged on, their hatred boiling over into a
chaotic, savage fight.
Dove moved in, determined to rip Joey and Katherine apart, but
before she could, a hand snatched at her ankle. She barely had
time to react before Laura yanked her leg out from under her,
sending her crashing to the mat.
Before Dove could scramble to her feet, Laura pounced, twisting
her to the ground. The two bitter rivals erupted into chaos,
rolling across the floor, fists flying, nails clawing, pure
hatred fueling every strike.
That was all it took. In an instant, the floodgates burst open.
Both teams, already on edge, lunged at each other, and the
ultimate brawl exploded.
Miley Cyrus, seeing her leader in trouble, pushed forward to
help—but she barely made it a few steps before Vanessa Marano
stepped in her path.
Vanessa: "Where the hell do you think you’re going, Cyrus?"
Miley: "Get the fuck out of my way, Marano, or you’ll regret
it."
Vanessa smirked but didn’t budge. Miley’s patience snapped, and
she swung a sharp left hook. Vanessa ducked, slamming into Miley
with a brutal shoulder block. The impact sent both of them
sprawling to the floor, where they immediately locked onto each
other, fists hammering, bodies twisting as they fought for
dominance.
Not far away, Lauren Donzis spotted Laura and Dove still tearing
into each other inside the cage. She rushed toward the ring to
help her teammate—only to find Olivia Rodrigo stepping in her
way.
Olivia: "Where do you think you're going, Donzis?"
Lauren: "To help Laura! She’s hurt, and Dove attacked her
again!"
Olivia: "That’s not what I saw. Looked to me like Laura started
it, and Dove is about to finish it."
Lauren: "Doesn’t matter. Move, Olivia, before I make you."
Olivia laughed in her face. "You? Please. You’re nothing,
Lauren. Maybe it’s time you learned who the hell you’re dealing
with."
Lauren shoved Olivia, and that was all it took. They lunged at
each other, gripping hair, throwing wild punches as they
staggered into the barricade, their fight spiraling into
vicious, unrestrained chaos.
Meanwhile, Bella Thorne stood like a wall in front of Kiernan
Shipka, smirking as she blocked her path.
Kiernan: "Get out of my way, Bella."
Bella: "Or what? You really think you’re woman enough to take me
on, do you, creampuff?"
Kiernan’s eyes blazed with fury. She snapped, lunging forward
with a flurry of wild punches. Bella barely flinched, absorbing
the attack before driving Kiernan back, slamming her hard
against the ring apron.
Before Bella could press her advantage, Mallory James Mahoney
came flying in, leaping onto Bella’s back. She grabbed a fistful
of red hair and slammed Bella’s head into the edge of the ring,
momentarily stunning her. Kiernan saw her chance and charged in,
tackling Bella against the steel frame.
Vanessa Hudgens, spotting what Mallory had done, stormed in and
yanked the petite blonde back by her hair. Mallory shrieked with
rage, twisted, and swung hard, cracking a brutal backhand chop
across Vanessa’s chest.
Vanessa barely flinched, keeping her grip as the two tumbled
against the cold steel mesh, their bodies tangling in a brutal,
scrappy fight.
All around them, chaos reigned. This wasn’t a match anymore.
This was an all-out war and both sides were all in.
Debby Ryan strutted through the chaos, her overconfidence
written all over her face—until she found herself face-to-face
with a former teammate, Meg Donnelly. The tension crackled
instantly.
Meg: "Funny seeing you here, Debby. Still think you're better
than everyone else I see?"
Debby: "No, just better than a little b!tch like you."
The words ignited a firestorm. They stepped closer, bodies tight
with fury, shoving each other harder and harder until Debby
finally snapped and slapped Meg across the face. That was it.
Meg lunged, fists twisting into Debby’s hair as the two Disney
alums tore into each other, shrieking and dragging one another
in a vicious, tangled brawl.
A few feet away, Peyton Elizabeth Lee had her sights set on
Zendaya Coleman. The moment she spotted her, she charged.
Zendaya barely blinked. She held her ground, dodging Peyton’s
first wild swing before hammering her with a brutal right hand.
Peyton staggered, but Zendaya showed no mercy, pummeling her
rival with sharp, precise punches, sending her reeling.
Meanwhile, Skai Jackson and Olivia Holt stood nose-to-nose,
neither backing down, neither blinking. The tension between them
was thick—until Skai smirked and shoved Olivia hard. Olivia
snapped, grabbing Skai’s hair and whipping her into a nearby
wall with a crash.
Olivia lunged, but Skai spun away, launching a sharp kick that
nailed Olivia right in the spine. Olivia slammed face-first into
the wall, and Skai was on her instantly, driving a knee deep
into her back, pinning her there as Olivia grunted in pain.
On the other side of the melee, Chloe Moretz and Kathryn Newton
weren’t wasting time with words. They had been waiting for this
moment, and the second they locked eyes, they let loose.
Kathryn attacked first, unleashing a relentless flurry of
punches, her fists slamming into Chloe’s body and jaw. Chloe
gritted her teeth and held her ground, fighting back with
everything she had, but Kathryn’s ferocity was overwhelming,
forcing her onto the defensive as the two slugged it out with
unrestrained brutality.
Not far away, Bailee Madison and Paris Berelc had squared off,
their fists and legs already flying. Every punch landed with
sickening force, each kick landed with a sharp smack, neither
willing to back down. Their brawl turned into a full-on war,
bodies crashing against anything and everything as they battled
for dominance.
Across the arena, Alyson Michalka was prowling for trouble—and
she found it when she locked eyes with Lindsay Lohan. No words
were needed. The history between them was enough.
They charged at each other, fists flying, hair whipping, rage
pouring into every strike. It was immediately clear—this wasn’t
just a fight. This was primal.
Sofia Wylie, desperate to prove herself, stepped directly in
front of Selena Gomez, eyes burning with determination.
Sofia: "I’m not just some one-fight wonder, Selena. You’re gonna
find that out real fast."
Selena rolled her eyes and shoved Sofia aside like she was
nothing. But Sofia wasn’t about to be dismissed—she lunged
forward, yanking Selena down by the hair. They crashed to the
ground in a wild tangle of limbs, scratching, punching, and
rolling as they fought like hell.
Nearby, newcomer Chandler Kinney was more than ready for action.
She found herself toe-to-toe with Sofia Carson, whose earlier
loss to Lauren Donzis had left her in a foul mood.
Sofia Carson didn’t hesitate—she lunged at Chandler, fists
swinging in blind fury. Chandler braced herself, meeting Sofia’s
attack head-on as the two women erupted into a violent, furious
clash.
And then there was Brenda Song, who had been itching for a
fight—and she found the perfect one when she locked eyes with
Hilary Duff.
The moment they were close enough, they exploded. Fists slammed
into jaws, bodies crashed into barricades, and neither woman
held back an inch. Years of unspoken rivalry boiled over as they
tore into each other, their fight just one of the many violent,
chaotic battles raging across the arena.
Sammi Hanratty had been waiting for this moment. She had been
itching for a fight with Lily Collins, and when Lily finally
stepped up, they wasted no time. They lunged at each other with
pure, unfiltered hatred, fists swinging wildly. Their fight was
chaotic—hair flying, fists cracking against skin, nails raking
across flesh. Neither held anything back, fueled by years of
simmering resentment.
But as brutal as their battle was, it was nothing compared to
what was unfolding between Dove Cameron and Laura Marano.
The situation between them had turned downright vicious. Laura
had Dove trapped, the blonde face-down on the mat, her body
pinned beneath Laura’s weight. With her fingers laced under
Dove’s chin, Laura wrenched back as hard as she could,
stretching Dove’s neck at a sickening angle. Her biceps flexed
as she tried to force a submission, pouring every ounce of
strength into the hold.
Dove's muffled grunts filled the air, her body trembling under
the pressure. Laura snarled, tightening her grip, her fingers
digging deep into Dove’s jawline.
Laura: "Give up, you cheating bitch!"
But Dove wasn’t about to let Laura win—especially not like this.
She could feel her arms slipping, her grip weakening. Laura
leaned forward to readjust—big mistake. Dove seized the
opportunity and threw her head back viciously, slamming her
skull directly into Laura’s nose.
CRACK!
Laura gasped, her grip shattering as she reeled back in pain,
clutching her face. Blood trickled from her nostrils, her eyes
watering as she groaned in agony. That was all Dove needed.
With a swift, desperate twist, Dove surged upward, wrapping her
arms around Laura’s throat. She rolled them over, flipping their
positions so that Laura was now on her back—trapped under Dove.
The blonde wasted no time—her forearm pressed down across
Laura’s windpipe, her biceps flexing as she squeezed with brutal
force.
Laura’s legs kicked wildly, her hands clawing at Dove’s arm, her
face turning red. But Dove wasn’t letting go. Her teeth
clenched, her eyes filled with something dark, something
ruthless.
Dove: "You want to call me a cheat? Let’s see how much fight
you’ve really got left, Marano!"
Meanwhile, Katherine McNamara and Joey King were still locked in
a ferocious war of their own. The two were tangled in a
whirlwind of clawing, twisting, and violent punches, their
bodies slamming against walls and tumbling over chairs.
Every hit landed with bone-rattling force, but neither woman
showed any sign of letting up. Their battle had become primal,
fueled by sheer fury, as they tore into each other without
hesitation, without mercy.
The entire arena was in chaos. Every rivalry had exploded into
an all-out war, and there was no stopping it now.
Olivia Rodrigo and Lauren Donzis were going at it like wildcats,
their nails raking and fists flying as they rolled across the
floor in a tangle of limbs and hair. Olivia had just managed to
break free, pushing Lauren off her with a hard shove, when out
of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Dove struggling
under Laura.
Panic flared in Olivia’s chest—her leader was in trouble.
Without a second thought, she yanked herself away from Lauren
and rushed toward the ring, desperate to intervene.
But in her frantic dash, she failed to see what had really
happened. She missed the brutal headbutt, the shift in
momentum—she didn’t realize that Dove had already reversed the
fight and was now the one in control choking Laura out.
That hesitation cost her.
Lauren, recovering quickly, seized the opportunity. She lunged
forward, wrapping her arms around Olivia’s leg and yanking hard.
Olivia yelped as her balance was ripped away, her body crashing
to the floor with a sickening thud.
Lauren wasted no time. With a fierce glare, she turned toward
the cage, gripping the steel mesh and pulling herself up. She
perched there for a split second, her eyes locked onto Dove, who
was still choking the life out of Laura.
And then she leaped.
Lauren’s body soared through the air before crashing down onto
Dove, driving a vicious elbow into the small of her back. Dove
let out a strangled cry as her body crumpled from the impact,
her grip on Laura instantly loosening.
But Lauren wasn’t done.
Snarling, she grabbed a fistful of Dove’s platinum locks and
yanked her upright, forcing her to her feet. Dove barely had
time to catch her breath before THUD—THUD! Lauren’s fists
slammed into her midsection, doubling her over with brutal
force.
Lauren’s eyes burned with fury as she hissed, "You think you’re
the queen, Cameron? Let’s see how tough you really are when you
fight someone as Badass as ME!"
Olivia, spotting Dove getting tangled up with Lauren, quickly
redirected her attention to Katherine McNamara, who had just
wrestled Joey King onto her back. Without hesitation, Olivia
yanked off her leather belt, a wicked glint in her eyes as she
raised it high.
CRACK!
The first lash struck Katherine’s bare back, making her arch in
pain. The stinging impact gave Joey the opening she needed—she
twisted free, shoving Katherine down and rolling back on top.
With a sinister smirk, Joey snatched Katherine’s top and ripped
it away, leaving her clad in just her sports bra.
Olivia didn’t hesitate. Together, they began laying into
Katherine, Olivia whipping her mercilessly with the belt while
Joey used the torn top as a makeshift whip, lashing her without
restraint. Katherine’s cries of protest were drowned out by the
chaos surrounding them.
Joey shot a look at Olivia and jerked her head toward Miley
Cyrus, who was locked in a brutal struggle with Vanessa Marano.
Miley, usually the aggressor, was trapped—Vanessa had her face
down, her arm wrenched into a vicious half-nelson, cruelly
grinding Miley’s face into the floor as she tried to force her
to submit.
Vanessa never saw it coming.
CRACK!
Olivia’s belt found its mark again, streaking across Vanessa’s
glistening back like fire. She let out a sharp yelp, the sudden
pain causing her to loosen her hold just enough for Miley to
twist free. With a fierce snarl, Miley fired off a vicious elbow
strike that landed flush against Vanessa’s chest, knocking her
backward.
Vanessa tried to regroup, instinctively grabbing for Olivia’s
belt, but Miley wasn’t having it. With an almost feral grin, she
yanked the belt away, then seized Vanessa’s soaked top and tore
it from her body. Before Vanessa could react, Miley snapped the
wet fabric across her back, the sting making her howl in pain.
Miley and Olivia worked in perfect tandem, driving Vanessa
backward, whipping her toward Joey, who still had Katherine
trapped. In a matter of moments, the tables had completely
turned—Joey and Olivia corralled both Vanessa and Katherine into
a corner, keeping them penned in with relentless strikes.
Laura, seeing her sister in trouble, tried to intervene—but the
moment she stepped forward, CRACK! Joey’s belt lashed across her
back. She gasped in pain, stumbling as Joey whipped her again,
forcing her to retreat.
One by one, they were trapped. Laura, Vanessa, and
Katherine—beaten, breathless, and nearly topless, their sports
bras the only thing shielding their upper bodies from the
merciless strikes of leather and sweat-soaked cloth. Olivia and
Joey stood guard, their eyes burning with cruel satisfaction as
they kept their enemies penned in like prey.
Miley, eyes gleaming, glanced around the chaos, searching for
her next victim. The night was far from over.
Bella Thorne was in a world of trouble. Her head rang from being
slammed into the unforgiving steel of the ring apron, her body
reeling from the relentless assault of Kiernan Shipka’s lethal
legs. Kiernan showed no mercy, driving her knees like pistons
into Bella’s ribs, each sickening thud drawing a choked gasp
from the redhead. A brutal front kick to Bella’s stomach folded
her over, and for a moment, it looked like Kiernan was about to
put her down for good.
Then came Miley.
A sudden crack echoed through the arena as Miley Cyrus
blindsided Kiernan with a brutal punch to the small of her back.
Kiernan let out a sharp cry, staggering forward, but before she
could recover, Miley was on her like a wild animal, locking her
into a rear headlock and yanking her away from Bella.
Kiernan struggled furiously, her arms clawing at Miley’s grip,
but Miley had her locked in tight. "You're not going anywhere,
bitch," Miley snarled, dragging her away like a prize kill.
Freed from Kiernan’s assault, Bella’s rage flared to life. She
spun on her heels, her eyes burning with fury as she glared at
the blonde now trapped in Miley’s grasp.
THUD!
The first punch to Kiernan’s stomach barely fazed her, but Bella
didn’t stop there.
THUD! THUD!
The second and third shots drove deep into Kiernan’s core, her
body jerking with each impact. A gasp of pain escaped her lips
as she doubled over, her stomach seizing from the brutal
strikes.
Bella wasn’t finished.
With a vicious grin, she grabbed Kiernan’s top and ripped it
clean off, leaving the blonde heaving in nothing but her sports
bra. Before Kiernan could react, Bella snapped the stolen top
across her face like a whip, the sharp smack echoing in the
chaos.
Kiernan stumbled, disoriented, and Bella seized the moment. With
a savage shove, she whipped Kiernan toward her teammates,
sending her stumbling backward into the chaos of her battered
allies.
Wiping the sweat from her brow, Bella turned, striding toward
Olivia and Joey, who stood like enforcers, keeping the Aries
girls trapped in a merciless corner. She grinned, licking her
lips.
“Now this is getting fun.”
Mallory James Mahoney had come out swinging, but now she was
getting absolutely demolished. Vanessa Hudgens had her pinned
hard against the ring apron, her fists drilling into Mallory’s
body with sickening force. Each punch sent a shockwave of pain
ripping through the blonde’s petite frame. She gasped for air,
her ribs burning from the relentless beating, her arms feebly
trying to push Vanessa away.
“Not so tough now, huh?” Vanessa sneered, slamming another
brutal fist into Mallory’s bare midriff. The young blonde
doubled over with a sharp cry, only to be yanked back up by her
hair for another crushing blow.
Mallory was on the verge of collapse when salvation came in the
form of Chandler Kinney. Across the ring, Chandler had Sofia
Carson locked in a punishing clinch, her knee driving into
Sofia’s ribs over and over. But when she spotted Mallory getting
dismantled, Chandler made a split-second decision.
With a fierce growl, she released Sofia letting her fall in a
heap at her feet then lunged for Vanessa, catching her in a
tight side headlock. Before Vanessa could react, Chandler’s
fists started flying, hammering quick, sharp shots into
Vanessa’s temple.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Vanessa’s body wobbled, her grip on Mallory loosening as
Chandler’s punches rocked her balance. The former Disney queen
staggered, shaking her head in shock at the sudden ambush.
That was all Miley needed.
Miley Cyrus stormed in like a wrecking ball, yanking Mallory
away and shoving her toward the corner where the trapped Aries
girls were still being corralled like caged animals.
“You don’t belong in this fight, kid,” Miley hissed, grabbing a
fistful of Mallory’s top.
With one vicious yank, she ripped it clean off. Mallory shrieked
in outrage, her face flushing red as Miley tossed the stolen top
straight to Sofia Carson, who grinned and snapped it like a
whip.
“Perfect,” Sofia smirked, using the torn fabric to lash at the
Aries girls, adding to the humiliation.
The trapped Aries girls saw an opening and made a desperate
attempt to break free. Fueled by rage and desperation, they
surged forward in an attempt to punch and claw their way out.
But the Princesses were ready.
Joey King, Olivia Rodrigo, and Bella Thorne shoved them back
with hard body shots, forcing them back into the corner. Miley
cracked her knuckles and stepped forward, her eyes glinting with
sadistic pleasure.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she growled. “You can't come into
our gym and think you can run your mouths and beat us up.”
With every battle getting more vicious, every grudge turning
more personal, the line between a fight and all-out warfare had
completely vanished. This wasn’t about skill anymore. It was
about survival.
The chaos inside the cage had reached an unbearable pitch. The
battle lines had been drawn, and now, there was no escaping the
brutal onslaught. Each of the Aries girls had their hands full,
facing the relentless assault from the Disney Princesses.
Debby Ryan was dominating Meg Donnelly, her strength and
viciousness overwhelming the shorter girl. Every punch Debby
threw sent Meg reeling, her head snapping back with every hit.
Meg's attempts to fight back were feeble at best, as Debby’s
superior size and power had her pinned and at her mercy.
Skai Jackson, meanwhile, was caught in a desperate struggle with
Olivia Holt. The two were locked in a brutal back-and-forth, but
Skai’s speed and agility couldn’t keep up with Olivia’s power.
Every punch Olivia threw had a sickening weight behind it, and
soon enough, Skai was shoved back hr back pinned in the corner.
Bella Thorne wasted no time, moving in and helping Olivia strip
Skai of her dignity. Skai’s top was torn off, and she was tossed
mercilessly into the Aries corner, her face flushed with shame
and pain. The crowd could feel the tension rise as the Aries
girls were systematically taken down, one by one.
Peyton Elizabeth Lee had her hands full as well. Zendaya
Coleman, towering over the smaller Peyton, was landing heavy,
punishing blows to her body. Peyton tried to use her speed to
dodge, but Zendaya’s reach and power were too much. With a cruel
grin, Zendaya pushed Peyton further and further back, finally
shoving her into the Aries corner with a final, punishing shove.
Meanwhile, Lindsay Lohan and Alyson Michalka were locked in a
fierce, hair-pulling battle. The two stars were locked in a
bitter clash, their hands tangled in each other’s hair as they
exchanged slaps, punches, and screams. The room seemed to
tremble with the intensity of their brawl as they danced around
the space, each woman trying to overpower the other. But Miley,
ever the opportunist, moved in like a shark in bloodied waters.
With a vicious shove, she helped Alyson get the upper hand,
sending Lindsay crashing back into the Aries corner with a
satisfied smirk.
The Aries girls, once so full of energy and confidence, were now
utterly corralled and getting their asses handed to them. The
Disney Princesses moved with surgical precision, dismantling
their opponents one by one. Their dominance was undeniable, and
as the last of the Aries girls were pushed into the corner, it
was clear that the tables had turned. The Princesses were in
control, total control, and there was no escape for their prey.
The fight was no longer a battle—it was an annihilation for the
Princesses and the Aries were in survival mode.
The chaos in the arena had reached its peak. Every corner was
filled with frantic, vicious combat, and the lines between
friend and foe had all but disappeared. Dove, with her eyes
flashing with fury, finally gained control of Lauren Donzis.
Grabbing a fistful of Lauren's hair, Dove yanked her viciously
and threw her into the Aries corner, her anger showing in her
clenched fists. She stood over the stunned girl, breathing hard,
and looked over at her with icy determination.
"Keep them there. Don’t let them move," Dove commanded, her
voice cold and deadly. The Disney Princesses had their moment to
regroup, but Dove was not about to let the Aries girls escape
the corner they had been shoved into.
Meanwhile, Lily Collins was in a world of pain, trying to fend
off Sammi Hanratty’s relentless assault. But it was clear that
Sammi had the upper hand, her strength and determination
overwhelming Lily's attempts to break free. With a cruel shove,
Sammi herded Lily into the Aries corner. The once-resilient
fighter now found herself trapped, her body pressed against the
her teammates as Sammi stood over her, showing no mercy.
Sofia Wylie, having subdued Selena Gomez in a rear naked choke,
finally took a breath of relief, but her eyes quickly darted to
the other side of the ring. Chandler Kinney was still in
trouble, her knees buckling under the pressure of Vanessa
Hudgens' brutal side headlock. Seeing this, Sofia rushed to
Chandler’s aid, her eyes burning with rage as she launched
herself at Sammi and Vanessa, fists flying with wild abandon.
But it was too late. Sammi and Vanessa, working together like a
well-oiled machine, managed to break Chandler’s grip. The tide
of the fight shifted as they forced Chandler away from the hold,
and for a moment, it seemed like they might take her down. But
before they could finish her, Sofia dove into the fray, fists
flying like a hurricane as she struck both Sammi and Vanessa
with everything she had.
On the opposite side of the arena, Bailee Madison had managed to
get Paris Berelc into a precarious position. The two were locked
in a brutal hair-pulling contest, neither willing to give an
inch. But the fight shifted in an instant when Hilary Duff
swooped in like a wrecking ball, throwing Brenda Song viciously
into the side of the apron, causing a sickening thud that echoed
through the arena. The impact left Brenda dazed and bloodied,
her head spinning from the brutal hit. Hilary, undeterred,
shoved Brenda back into the Aries corner, and with a satisfied
grin, turned her attention to Paris.
Paris, disoriented from the earlier blow, didn’t stand a chance
as Bailee tossed her easily into the same corner. The tide had
turned again. The Aries girls were trapped, their bodies bruised
and battered, while the Disney Princesses stood victorious and
unrelenting mocking their fallen prey. They were like a
well-oiled machine now, systematically dismantling their
opponents with ruthless efficiency. The corner that once
represented a last stand for the Aries girls had become their
prison.
Every fighter was now bruised, bloodied, and battered, but no
one was backing down. The once chaotic battle had shifted into
something more methodical, with each team knowing exactly what
they needed to do to claim dominance. The fight was far from
over, but it was clear that the Princesses had their enemies
exactly where they wanted them.
The fight had reached a fever pitch, and the tension in the
arena was almost unbearable. Chloe Moretz and Kathryn Newton had
been battling fiercely, neither giving an inch, but Chloe had
begun to show signs of dominance. Seeing this, Bella Thorne
couldn’t stand by any longer—she rushed to her teammate’s aid,
hoping to tip the scales in her favor.
Bella tried to hold Chloe up, allowing Kathryn to land a
decisive blow, but Chloe, ever the fighter, had other plans.
With a sudden, powerful kick back, Chloe knocked Bella off
balance, and then, with impeccable timing, threw a savage elbow
smash right into Bella’s face. Bella staggered back, dazed by
the blow, but before she could recover, Debby Ryan jumped in,
her eyes burning with rage as she squared off against Chloe.
The fight quickly escalated into a brutal brawl. Chloe, though
overwhelmed by the numbers, fought back with everything she had.
Debby, Bella, and Hilary Duff surrounded her, but Chloe was
unrelenting, her fists flying in every direction as she
struggled to stay on her feet. She caught Bella off guard with a
quick jab and a swift knee to the stomach, but the overwhelming
force of the combined assault soon began to take its toll.
Debby, frustrated, tried to position herself for a heel kick,
hoping to land a decisive blow, but Chloe saw the move coming.
At the last second, she ducked, and Debby’s heel kick went
astray, crashing into Bella’s chest instead. The impact knocked
Bella back, winded and stunned, but Debby didn’t have time to
recover before the next wave of attacks came.
Katherine McNamara and Chandler Kinney, having broken free from
their corner, charged in like a pair of wild animals, desperate
to turn the tide. Katherine went straight for Bella, aiming to
take her out of the fight, while Chandler focused on Debby,
trying to break her hold on Chloe. But Chloe’s respite was
short-lived.
Hilary, seizing the opportunity, began trading punches with
Chloe once more, her fists landing with brutal precision. The
chaos was nearly impossible to follow as the fight exploded into
a frenzy of fists, hair-pulling, and bodies slamming against the
floor.
Sensing things were slipping out of her control, Dove called for
reinforcements, her voice cutting through the chaos. “Get in
there and separate them!” she ordered, desperate to maintain
control. It was clear that if this fight continued, her team
might lose the advantage.
Chloe, Chandler, and Katherine were fighting like their lives
depended on it, but it was clear that they were outnumbered, and
the tide was beginning to turn. Laura, bloodied and bruised from
earlier, saw her chance and tried to join the fight, but Dove
quickly stopped her. With a savage shove, Dove sent Laura back
into the corner, not allowing her to re-enter the chaos.
Laura, her face a bloody mess from a couple of cuts and a busted
forehead, could only watch helplessly as Chloe found herself in
grave danger. She had no strength left to fight and no way to
help her teammate. Chloe, despite her best efforts, was finally
overwhelmed.
Debby and Bella, after a brutal struggle with Chandler and
Katherine, finally managed to break free. Together, they grabbed
Chloe and held her up, leaving her vulnerable to Hilary’s
merciless body punches. The blows were relentless, and Chloe's
knees buckled beneath her. She gasped for air, her strength
draining with every strike.
With a vicious yank, Hilary pulled off Chloe’s top, leaving her
exposed in only her sports bra, her body battered and bruised.
Chloe could barely defend herself now, her energy spent and her
spirit on the brink of breaking.
"Enough!" Dove’s voice rang out sharply, and in an instant, the
brawl came to a halt. The Princesses had dominated this round,
but the damage was done. Chloe, humiliated and broken, knelt on
the floor, tears freely flowing down her cheeks while the other
Aries girls were forced into their respective corners, their
bodies battered and bruised. The Princesses stood victorious,
but it was clear that the war was far from over.
Dove stood tall, her voice cold and commanding, cutting through
the chaos that had filled the room. "This is over. You Aries
girls need to leave before I turn my team loose again."
Lauren, still reeling from the earlier assault, pushed herself
to her feet, her anger flaring as she prepared to go at Dove
once more.
“Leave my teammates out of this, Dove! This is between you and
me!” Laura spat, her voice filled with defiance.
With a vicious sneer, Laura took a wild swing at Dove, her fist
connecting with Dove's cheek in a sharp crack of impact. The
blow stung, but Dove barely flinched, her eyes narrowing with
fury.
"Big mistake, Marano!" Dove growled, fury burning in her chest.
Before Dove could recover, Laura swung again, but the damage to
her right leg from earlier made it buckle. Dove dodged the punch
effortlessly, ducking under the errant strike and lunging
forward. She drove her fist deep into Laura's belly, and Laura
gasped, her body folding in on itself as the wind was knocked
out of her.
Without mercy, Dove's knee shot upward, slamming into Laura’s
right breast sending her crashing into the cage with a sickening
thud.
Laura’s teammates tried to intervene, but the Princesses formed
an unbreakable wall, keeping their battered rivals pinned in the
corner as they helplessly watched Dove and Laura engage in their
vicious battle.
Laura remained bent in half, clutching her burning stomach,
gasping for air as Dove seized her by the hair.
“You never learn, do you, Marano?” Dove sneered, her voice
dripping with disdain.
Without waiting for a response, Dove yanked Laura's head down
and threw her over her hip. Laura sailed through the air,
landing in a tangled heap of limbs against the cage.
Dove reached down with a cruel grin, seizing Laura’s left leg.
Without hesitation, she kicked the back of her thigh, and Laura
let out a sharp, agonized scream. Her body trembled from the
pain, but Dove wasn't done. She stomped her heel back into the
same spot, eliciting another howl of misery from Laura as her
whole body jerked in response.
“Enough! You’ve made your point—now leave her alone!” Lauren’s
voice cut through the chaos, desperation thick in her tone as
she tried to intervene and save Laura from further punishement..
Dove didn’t even glance at Lauren. Her cold eyes never left
Laura as she smirked darkly. "Then tell her to stop fighting and
admit that I’m better," she said, her voice dripping with
malicious satisfaction.
Mallory, furious, was quick to lash out. "You're just jealous
because Laura has better legs than your chicken legs," she spat,
her words sharp like daggers.
“Yeah, admit it, Dove,” Skai chimed in with a mocking laugh,
“Laura has better legs and you hate it. You’re just a jealous
little bitch.”
Dove’s expression hardened into a venomous glare. Her eyes
narrowed at the Aries huddled in the corner. “Not a chance,” she
sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “Her legs aren’t
looking so great at the moment.” She chuckled darkly, enjoying
every bit of Laura’s suffering. “All she has to do is admit that
I’m better, and this will all be over.”
She loomed over the broken girl, her words laced with venom and
cruelty, savoring the control she had over the situation. The
tension in the room was thick as Dove stood tall, daring anyone
to challenge her.
Dove knew Laura would never submit, but she didn’t care. Dove
dropped her knee onto Laura’s right leg with a sickening crunch,
making Laura scream out in agony.
Laura writhed on the floor, clutching her leg, her body
convulsing from the pain. Dove wasn’t finished yet. With
ruthless precision, she grabbed Laura’s right leg, twisted it,
and tucked it under her knee. Then, with a cruel grin, Dove fell
back, locking Laura’s ankle in a perfectly executed Figure 4 Leg
Lock.
The pain was instantaneous and excruciating. Laura’s hands shot
to her face, her body shaking as her limbs trembled in agony.
She could barely breathe through the pain as she moaned in
torment.
“Stop it, you demented bitch!” Skai Jackson screamed, watching
in horror as Laura’s leg was twisted beyond natural limits.
“You’re breaking her leg!”
Dove’s grin widened as she leaned back, applying more pressure.
“Then she should tap out!” Dove retorted with venom in her
voice, enjoying every second of Laura’s suffering.
Finally, Laura’s body went limp, her screams dying out into
desperate whimpers. Her limbs lay motionless as the brutal hold
took its toll. Dove released the hold, her chest heaving with
adrenaline and satisfaction as she stood over Laura’s broken
form.
Lauren shoved her way past the Princesses, kneeling beside
Laura, her hands desperately trying to stabilize her teammate.
Dove stood tall, arms crossed over her chest, her gaze cold and
triumphant. The damage was done, and she had proven her
dominance. Laura had been thoroughly crushed, and Dove wasn’t
finished yet. The message was loud and clear—there was no
escaping her wrath.
Dove’s eyes narrowed as she took a step forward, her tone sharp
as she spoke again. "This is over. Leave now, or we will ruin
all of you."
Without hesitation, Dove grabbed Laura by the chin and yanked
her roughly to her feet, slapping her hard across the face, the
sound echoing in the tense silence that followed. "This means
you, Laura," Dove hissed, her voice low and venomous. "If you
ever show up here again, you will never leave again."
The Princesses then began herding the defeated Aries girls
toward the door, pushing them with authority until they were
outside, stumbling toward the parking lot. Laura, unable to
stand on her own, had her arms draped over her teammates
shoulders as she was carried out. The door slammed shut behind
them with a finality that made it clear there would be no more
fighting tonight. Dove locked the door with a sharp click,
sealing them out.
With a deep breath, she turned back to her bruised but unbroken
team. Despite the wounds they’d taken in the battle, the
Princesses stood victorious, their spirits high after nearly
decimating the Aries team. "Let’s go," Dove said, guiding her
teammates toward the locker rooms, their footsteps echoing in
the now-quiet hall. It was a night of victory, and the Aries
girls had learned a hard lesson. The Disney Princesses were here
and they were for real.
Written by The Awesome Aries.
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